Leslie and Larry discovered each other at the same time they discovered sex-even though they were brother and sister-twins, in fact.
Because of their virginity, they decided to enjoy each other only after they had each lost their cherries to other partners.
CHAPTER ONE
One of the most difficult things about growing up is that you don't get to do everything you want to do. At least you don't think you do.
There aren't that many things you can think of when you're a kid, but at least you do want to be able to do those few things you can think of. When you can't, it hurts.
So I hurt all the way to the airport. I didn't pout, because I was too old for that. But I did hurt. My mother petted my hair like I was some kind of animal she was sending to the kennel while she took her summer vacation.
My sister Leslie sat in the front seat with Dad. She was my twin and we were sixteen that summer. She was hurting too, though I did not imagine anybody could hurt as much as I could. I was sixteen and grown up. Nobody hurts like a sixteen-year-old grownup.
Mom and Dad told us good-bye, Mom kissing me on the cheek, and watched us get onto the plane that would take us away from Los Angeles, across the Rocky Mountains to Missoula, Montana. Neither Les nor I wanted to go to Missoula, but when you're a kid you usually just do what you're told. And we were good kids and tried to do as we were told. It was just that we had had different plans for the summer and they had not included a dude ranch.
Mom and Dad were going on a One-Month-Around-the-World Excursion. Leslie and I had surmised that they were having marriage problems and that they hoped the long vacation would help. For us they made reservations at a cowboy ranch, as if that was just the place two sixteen-year-old kids from California wanted to spend four precious weeks of the summer. Leslie and I were just getting to know each other and the last thing we wanted was to be separated into dormitories with a lot of pimply faced youngsters from the Bronx, Chicago and Detroit. We could have spent the summer on the Pacific beaches, prowling the Strip, doing what all normal red-blooded California youths do. But we went. Basically because we try to mind, and Mom and Dad seemed to have enough of their own problems that we did not want to lay any more of ours on them.
So we put on good faces for our good-byes and got on the airplane and went to Missoula. I read the magazines the stewardesses brought and Leslie slept. The airport in Missoula is a dinky affair and the cook from the ranch who had been sent to find us had no trouble picking us out of the dozen or so people who got off the plane. She was a fat old cowgirl dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt. She wore a cowboy hat with a string around her fat chin. She laughed a lot.
She had picked up groceries that afternoon and had them stacked in the front seat beside her, so Les and I rode in the back. It was about a two hour drive to the ranch, along the bank of a tree-lined river. The country all around really was kind of pretty, but it got dark soon so we didn't see too much of it.
Leslie slumped against her window and I against mine. The cook talked over her shoulder at us.
After about half an hour of watching the river and the mountains and the growing darkness outside, Leslie's five fingers walked across the seat as she stared glumly out the window and found the zipper of my jeans. As soon as her hand crossed my left thigh I moved my butt down in the seat a little and spread my legs to make it easier for her. She pushed the zipper up with expertise and slowly, quietly worked the zipper cog by cog until she had it open as far as it would go. I glanced down and saw a flash of white jockeys through my fly, but the white was soon blotted out by Leslie's hand easing through the opening.
I was already getting an erection just from the teasing of having my zipper opened. Her cool thumb hooked into the elastic of my briefs and her hand fished down inside. It stopped to scratch and play among my pubic hair, then around the now hard shaft of my cock as she worked it to the side and around until it pointed toward my belt buckle. She worked it out into the air and moved her hand slowly, feeling the hot blood fill my cock, until her hand was completely wrapped around my cock. She kissed it with her fingers.
Alternately gripping tightly and loosely, she moved her hand up and down slowly. My butt began to rise and fall as I tried to carry on a conversation with the cook and at the same time get the full enjoyment out of Sis's jacking on my cock. My left hand moved across the back of the seat and I played with Les's hair, massaged the back of her neck while she massaged something more important on me.
I hadn't thought we would have a chance like this. I thought I would get no more of this until Les and I were back home at the end of the month. That was exactly the reason why we hadn't wanted to go to the goddamn dude ranch( where she would be sent to one dormitory and me to another, where we wouldn't even see each other probably until we got on the plane at Missoula for the return flight home. I'd heard about these summer camps. Arts and crafts, horseback riding, nature loving, bird watching, swimming lessons, classes in fly-tying and fly-casting, conservation movies like in grade school, feeling and learning about the veins in tree leaves but no feeling or learning about the veins in the male erection, not even to mention a girl's clit as a man's finger slides along its sides.
Les and I had been the best of friends all winter and spring. Our mother couldn't understand it.
"All my friends' children are at each other's throats, day in and day out. They're fighting tooth and nail. But you two are great pals. Maybe it's because you're twins, I don't know. I can't understand it." She scratched her head and went back upstairs leaving Leslie and I in the rec-room that our father had so laboriously built in the basement.
Leslie was lying on her stomach reading a book and I stretched out on the couch taking a nap. At least that's what Mom saw when she came down the stairs with the laundry. When she finished loading the clothes into the washer and made her comments about how well we got along and disappeared back up the stairs, Leslie rolled onto her back again, and her shorts, since they were unzipped, fell back to reveal what I already knew-that she wore no panties.
Her curly pubic hair peeped out, called me right off the sofa again and down onto the Sears & Roebuck round braided rug where I had been before Mom opened the door at the top of the stairs. Leslie's hand reached for my still hard prick and unsnapped my cut-offs again, opening my crotch to both her hands.
My left hand slid inside her shorts, cupping the curly hair in my palm, and my middle finger slid into the crack of her cunt again where the juices were still wet.
We had discovered such delights more or less by accident. Not really accidentally, but without actually meaning to, I suppose.
It was before Christmas, almost a month after we had turned fifteen. Most of the people our parents knew gave Christmas parties and invited everyone else in the circle, and the grownups all attended, had wonderful times, they said, and came home laughing and tipsy and slept late the next morning.
Les and I, for some reason, both found ourselves staying home on one of the nights the folks went to one of the Christmas parties. Usually Les was on a date, or running from one girls' club to another, and I was usually out planning some sort of world takeover with my friends.
But this night we were both home and "I Was a Teen-age Werewolf" was on TV at nine o'clock, so we had supper out of the oven about 8 and then, around nine, both of us drifted into the little TV room to watch the movie. Mom wouldn't allow the TV in the living room and Pop didn't want it in the rec room, so it wound up in a little room that, according to the architect, was supposed to be the sewing room.
I was already sprawled out on the long couch, the most comfortable one in the house, when Leslie came in and flopped down on the floor. I had the light out because that was how I liked to watch TV, in semi-glow from the screen, and Leslie wouldn't have bothered to turn anything on except the TV, so even then we were compatible.
At that time neither one of us had touched the other in a sexual way, unless the normal cuffs and bruises siblings give each other can be considered sexual. I knew she was a girl and that she was pretty, but not much else.
So the movie started with me laying on the couch and Leslie on the floor. I wore my usual around-the-house costume of cut-off jeans and nothing else. The jeans hit me, when I lay down, about half-way between my belly button and the top of my, almost bushy, pubic hair and the legs ended about halfway down my thighs in a fringed row where I had ripped the rest of the pants off.
Leslie wore the same kind of cut-offs, only tighter, and an old shirt of Dad's, a sort of blue work shirt that he wore around the house. It was long-sleeved, but she had turned the sleeves back and the shirt flapped down around just revealing the tight round ass she had. Her breasts were firm and nice behind the pockets of the shirt. She sighed like she was uncomfortable leaning on her elbows, the ends of her breasts just brushing the floor. She moved her legs.
For some reason, I felt unusually nice to her. "Why don't you get up on the couch?" I asked.
"What for?" Her typical reply.
"You'll be more comfortable."
"You sound like Mom," she said, but she didn't turn to the side to eye the couch and me, as if she was judging how much room there would be before she made any decision one way or the other. She didn't want to get on the couch if it was going to be crowded because we had had some awful fights about sitting space.
She got onto her knees finally and walked on them over to the couch. "Move over then," she said. She gave me a push on one leg and her hand was awfully cool and gentle.
I liked her pushing on me, but I moved anyway, curled up on my end of the couch. She curled up on the other, and pulled the back flap of Daddy's shirt down over her rear end like she didn't want me to see it. She saw me looking at her legs and tucked them under herself.
We watched some more of the movie. When the commercials came on, she said she wanted a glass of milk and would I get it for her.
I said, "Get it yourself."
She gave me a sisterly dirty look and went into the kitchen. I felt the cushion where she had been sitting. I had never done anything like that before and the cushion felt so nice, imagining her warm ass just sitting on it, that I couldn't think of why I had never done it before. I had always admired the wide pink canopy over her bed and her bed under it, had often imagined her laying in it naked, but I had never really touched her bed.
She moved around in the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, clinked glasses together.
I lay my cheek down on the cushion, brushed my lips against where her ass had been. My sister had the tightest, sweetest, smallest ass of any of the girls I knew. Even my friends, who had extraordinary good taste about such things, said Leslie's ass was almost perfect in a bikini, in her jeans, or even the few times they'd seen her in a dress. None of them had seen it naked, and neither had I for at least ten years.
She came in suddenly and saw me laying there. At first I thought she was going to be mad and I think that was her first reaction, but then she came into the room and the TV cast a gray light over everything.
I sat up. I had a semi hard on and crossed my legs to hide it.
She sat down on the cushion again and drank some of her milk. "Want some?" she asked, looking right at me as if she hadn't really seen me before.
I probably blushed, having almost been caught kissing her cushion. I felt it was an embarrassing thing for a teen-age boy to be caught doing. Suddenly I said, "Sure," and took a big drink of the cold, delicious milk. I didn't even turn the glass away from where she had drank, as I always had before.
We seemed suddenly to understand each other more. I don't know why. She took the glass back.
The movie came back on and we pretended to watch it. She passed the milk back to me and I drank some more. When I gave it back she took my arm and pulled me ever so gently with her cool hand. I lay down along the couch with my head in her lap.
She uncrossed her legs so I could see the screen. When she finished the milk, she leaned across me to set the glass on the floor. Her breasts brushed against my ear. I wanted to turn onto my back and look up at them but I was afraid that if I did she would make me sit up. I liked very much the feeling of my face in her tight little lap.
She rested one hand on my shoulder and moved her fingers like she was deciding something. I lay still, thinking that just being still was the best thing I could do.
I could see her knees close together and a little of her white thighs just below the cut-offs. On her, where a guy's prick would have been, my ear felt simply a fine little rise, then nothing. I was in heaven.
Her fingers stopped drumming on my shoulder and I knew she had made up her mind about something. She did not ask me to get up. I just lay still, waiting.
She said, "Larry, don't get scared."
"What, this movie?" I decided to play dumb.
"No. About what I'm going to do. You'll like it, but if you want me to stop at any time, just say so, and I'll stop."
"What are you going to do?" I wanted to sit up so I could watch her, but I didn't want her to get scared and stop whatever she had decided to do. I lay still. "All right," I said.
"Do you trust me?"
"Sure I do. I trust you an awful lot." Telling that to your sister was almost like telling some girl in the tenth grade that you were in love with her. And, like a tenth grade girl, that was just what my sister wanted to hear.
"I'm glad you trust me," she said. "I won't hurt you at all, and you'll like what I'm going to do, if you let me do it."
"Go ahead, I'm going to watch the movie."
"All right." Her fingers touched my shoulder again and I knew she would be doing what she was going to do soon. Her hand felt warmer, like it was flushed.
Her fingers moved slowly across my bare shoulder, down across my shoulder blade. She moved her hand around like she wanted to move into my arm pit and tickle me, but her hand stayed against my back and moved up and down like a gentle, one-handed massage.
By now my cock was stiff. I lay half on my side with my right leg curled up over my crotch, but it is awful hard to hide an erection when all you are wearing is cut-offs.
Leslie's fingers moved down from my shoulder blade across the small of my back. She worked under my arm and I raised my elbow to let her hand slide across my side and work its way gently across my stomach. One finger played around the very fine hairs that were growing around my belly button. Her finger moved into my belly button. My breath caught, almost stopped, when I realized that her little finger rested on the top button of my cut-offs.
I knew then what she was going to do, what I hoped she was going to do, and it was all I could do to keep from turning onto my back so she would go faster. She opened her legs a little below my ear and it was very difficult to keep my eyes on the TV as the teenage werewolf chased screaming virgins through the fake shrubbery of the high school set.
My left hand was curled under my side. I moved it so I could touch the side of her hip but it made her worried.
"Don't move around, Larry," she said.
I think if I had sat up then, she Would have gotten scared and we would never have done anything more.
I said, "My hand's going to sleep," as if I knew nothing about what she was doing.
"Is it all right now?"
"Yeah," I said, "it's fine now." I had gotten my hand up in front of my chin and it rested along the outside of her thigh, my wrist against her cut-offs, and the backs of my fingers along her soft downy flesh.
When I moved my hand, she lifted hers away from me. I was afraid she would never bring it back, but soon, after another commercial, during which both of us were afraid to get up for fear of interrupting what we had started, she brought her hand back to my stomach and caressed the fine hair around my belly button.
My stomach was tight from playing a lot of football, running track events and an awful lot of time spent in the Pacific Ocean. Her hand really felt like it liked my belly button. Then suddenly, like she had just made another decision, her hand moved down a little and she caressed the top button of my cut-offs. She worked it open and snapped up the zipper. She moved her hand down my right side, then across my hip, then brought it back up the inside of my thigh across my crotch. She could feel through my pants the hard-on that her fingers had hoped to find.
Her fingers followed back up the line of the zipper, found it again, and worked it slowly open. I was afraid she would catch my pubic hair in it, but she went slowly, carefully, as if she understood and sometimes had the same problem herself. Then suddenly my pants were open and her hand worked across my belly, hesitated just for a second, then got into the thick hair in my crotch.
It was only natural that when the back of her hand brushed my hard cock, that her fingers would move around it, then slide gently back and forth along the very sensitive bottom edge to the very tip, where she cupped it all in her hand, then moved down its length to the root again.
Jesus. Nobody had ever touched my hard prick before, except myself. I almost came right in her hand. She had had some practice, as I learned later, with boyfriends in drive-in movies, because she knew just when to move her hand away from the tip of my prick.
She pushed against my open cut-offs and cupped my tight balls in her hand. Her middle finger moved along the base of my prick, just behind my balls.
I couldn't help it anymore. I turned on my back so she could get at my crotch better, though I carefully kept my face towards the TV. She caressed my head with her left hand, petted my hair, played with my ear, while her right hand kept doing a wonderful job on my stiff prick and my tight balls.
She said, "That doesn't hurt you, does it, Larry?"
"God, Leslie," I said, trying to restrain myself. "That's the best thing that ever happened to me."
She surprised me. She leaned over suddenly and with her breasts against the back of my head kissed me on the cheek.
I turned quickly, before she could get scared, and buried my face against her stomach, my arm sliding around her waist. Her left hand pressed against the back of my head, holding my face against her stomach. Her right stayed on my cock. My cheek was in her crotch and I wanted more than anything else to replace it with my hand.
I moved slowly, and raised my face up her front without looking at her. I leaned on my elbow with my face against her breasts. Her nipples were firm against my cheek, through the soft cotton of Dad's shirt. She was not wearing a brassiere, a fact that suddenly made me love her. As she probably loved me for not wearing my usual jockey shorts.
Her breasts were small but firm, the nipples standing out at the ends like wonderful sucking places. I'd kissed quite a few girls, stupidly without feeling them up much, and thought it was time to improve my techniques. I raised my face a little more until I was kissing her neck and before either of us knew it, or were really aware of what we were doing, our lips were together in a long, moist, wonderful lass. Her right hand caressed my balls, slid out the length of my prick. I scooted my ass up against her thigh, pulled her face against mine with my left hand, and slid my right down her back and worked my little finger just a little into the open waistband of her cut-offs, just above the beginning of her ass.
She rose against me a little so my hand could slide down to hold one cheek of her ass in the palm of my hand. Her ass was as tight as I had imagined, and was even firmer because of the tight cut-offs.
My tongue went against her lips and she opened her mouth more and touched, ever so gently, her tongue against mine.
My hips began to move in fucking motions and I almost came again, but she wisely took her hand away, wrapped both arms around my bare shoulders.
I pulled back, still afraid to look into her eyes, and moved both hands from behind her to cup both her breasts. They were wonderful. Then I looked into her face arid saw that her eyes were closed, she was smiling. I had never seen her look so beautiful.
"Oh Leslie," I said, acting like a kid, "I love you."
She opened her eyes and smiled very gently. "Don't say that," she said. "You don't have to." She kissed me on the mouth again. She was older than me by only half an hour. I didn't think that would make her so much more mature than me that she knew we didn't have to talk about love.
While our tongues explored each other, she let me unbutton her shirt and push it to the side so I could touch both her breasts with my fingers. I had never touched a breast without clothes on it before. The closest I had come to that was once on the beach, through a bikini top. Leslie's firm nipples excited me like nothing ever had before.
She slid back against the cushion and let me move my hands down her tight stomach, across her belly button to the belt of her cut-offs. I unbuckled the belt and unsnapped the top button, then, as she had done to me, snapped up the zipper and eased it cautiously down her front to her crotch.
Unlike me, she was wearing underpants, but they didn't amount to much.
Her right hand moved down my back. I was sort of on my knees now, kneeling on the couch beside her, my cut-offs around my knees. Her hand was cool on my back, down across the crack of my ass. My own ass was almost as tight as hers and she seemed to like cupping the cheeks in her hand, almost as if when I wasn't watching her ass she had been watching mine. She moved her hand across my ass, down the back of my legs, and back up the inside of my thighs where the fingers curled comfortably around my balls.
She raised her ass so I could ease her cut-offs to her knees. She kicked her legs to make them fall around her ankles, then she lifted one leg to get the pants off and then her legs were free. She opened her thighs and my hand slid automatically across the smooth silk of her bikini panties, across the mound, between her legs, feeling the soft lips of her cunt for the first time, through her crotch to her ass.
I pulled back and slipped my hand inside the elastic of her panties and just touched her cunt hairs, a wonderful fine bush as thick as mine.
She grabbed my wrist with her free hand. "Wait, Larry. Wait, please."
I took my hand out of her pants. She curled into my arms, a little girl almost naked, wonderful pointed breasts against me, her bare thigh pressing hard against my prick.
"Larry," she said, her face hidden, "I can't go all the way with you. I just can't."
"Damn it," I said huskily, not believing my own voice. "Why not. Leslie, I want to fuck. God, I want to fuck."
"So do I, but we can't. I'm a virgin and I just don't want to lose it to my twin brother. Larry, if I could, I'd do it with you. I'd fuck all night. I just can't fuck you now."
"What are we going to do?" I was nearly ready to burst. I had never been naked with a girl before and I didn't care if she was my sister. I was ready to fuck and didn't care that I was a virgin too, didn't care that she was a virgin, I just knew that something in me had to burst. If the folks had walked in right then, I think I'd have slammed the door in their faces and told them they couldn't come in.
Leslie held me very tight. "Just don't touch me down there. Do anything else, but not there. OK?"
"What else can I do?"
"I can't stand it if you touch me down there. I don't want to fuck you while I'm still a virgin and if you touch me there you might be able to. I really don't want you to take my cherry. I'll show you what else we can do. Don't worry, it'll be all right." She raised herself so her breasts were against my face and I just naturally opened my mouth and took one against my tongue. The nipple shot up like an erection and I kissed and sucked and nibbled as if my life depended on it. Her hand slid down my stomach and found my prick again and she circled it with her hand and moved back and forth on it, almost jacking me off, until my hips started to move again. She stopped then, slid down underneath me, opened her legs and let me slide between them. My crotch pushed right against hers. It was marvelous how much Les and I were made the same, except different in such an important way.
I felt her cunt hairs bushy under her silk panties but I didn't try to get my hands at her crotch anymore.
My cut-offs slid down around my ankles. I kicked them off. My balls were against her soft flesh just below her pubic bone and my cock was hard against her firm belly, reaching almost to both our navels. Her hands cupped my ass as she rose her knees in the air, on both sides of me, and I rode across her stomach in my first simulated fuck. My ass went back and forth and she rose and fell against me as my hands automatically went down her bare back to her ass, slid inside her panties, and I cupped her cheeks in my hands, pulled them apart, and we rolled each other back and forth. My mouth went over hers and her head rose to meet me. I felt her body begin to convulse. She grabbed her own ankles, pulled her feet back against her thighs, and dropped her mouth from mine. She gasped open mouthed for air and began a wonderful sort of low moaning that I had never heard her give before.
I didn't pay her much attention because my fingers slid further past her ass and found her very warm, moist, hair-covered cunt that seemed to gasp like her mouth. My fingers pulled gently into that warm wet dark place, back and forth along its sides, and suddenly my own hips gave wonderful convulsions and I pushed against her with seemingly all my strength as my come felt like it rose from my toes to burst out in shooting spasms between our tight stomachs. I felt it could never end. She rose against me like we were floating above the couch. Her thighs gripped my hips tight as my coming at last finished. My hands came up out of her panties and I gripped her hard around her shoulders and kissed her, sucked her tongue out of her mouth-and into my own.
Leslie fell back against the cushions. She laughed, then smiled at me with her wonderful eyes. Picking up her cut-offs from the floor, she wiped my come off her belly where it was beginning to run down her side. Then she turned the pants over and wiped my own stomach.
We laughed with relief, our muscles seemingly gone to water.
"Jesus, Larry," she said, "I'm going to fuck you one day. I've wanted to get my hands on your prick since we were twelve, when I first noticed you could get a hard on."
"It seems I've been watching you all our lives, Sis. Wanting to get you naked and feel all over your body."
"Now," she said, kissing me across the eyes, "there's nothing to stop us. We just have to be careful and not really fuck because if you got me pregnant Dad would kill me."
"He'd kill me too."
"It would really hurt the folks if I got pregnant. We can do everything but fuck." Her hand wrapped my prick again and amazingly I felt it starting to get hard again.
"This is wonderful," she said, feeling the blood stiffening me again. "You've got a wonderful prick. I love your balls." She seemed to like saying the words. It was not like her to say words like that, and I guessed that she had always wanted to say them to somebody but never had anyone she trusted enough before. "I love your body against mine. Your hard prick along my stomach. Your balls bouncing against my cunt."
I felt I should admit something to her. I would never have admitted it to any of the guys I hung around with. Most of us were virgins but not one of us would ever admit it. I thought I could tell Leslie. "I'm a virgin too," I said, quickly before I waited so long I couldn't even tell her.
She only laughed. "I know that, silly. If you weren't a virgin you probably could have fucked me tonight. I was weak enough to do almost anything, if you had had the experience."
"Thanks a lot, Sis." I rested my hand on her nice warm mound. The hairs crinkled through her panties, inviting me inside. Her hand stopped me, but let my fingers stay at her crotch. She was slightly damp down there, had probably soiled her panties. I'd liked to have put my face right down in it.
"Don't feel bad," she said. "I'm glad you're a virgin too. I don't want to fuck you now."
"How do I get the experience?"
"I don't want you to get it yet. I'll fuck you, but only after I get fucked by somebody else. I don't want to have to remember when I'm thirty that I lost my cherry to my twin brother."
"Who the hell else should have it? You want to give it to some stranger?"
"Don't be silly. You have to get your own, like I do, then once we've each been fucked we can come back to each other and it won't make any difference, as long as I don't get pregnant."
'What are you going to do about that?"
"Take pills. Lots of girls do. They'll get me a prescription, or I'll go myself. The pills will be my problem."
I did not want to just end our relationship like this. I did not want to wait around until both Les and I lost our cherries before we had another night like this. By the time we both found somebody to screw our relationship might be back to a normal brother-sister affair-hating each other.
"Look, Sis," I said, "what are we going to do before we lose our so called cherries? It's going to be tough spending all my evenings with the guys after this, driving up and down the Strip pretending we're the toughest guys on the street. I'm going to be wanting to play around with you."
"Right now, brother," she said, climbing to her feet, "we put on some lights, get some cookies and milk, and watch the end of this flick." She buttoned Dad's shirt across her beautiful, fine, pointed tits. The flap covered her panties in front and rear but her legs were naked from thigh to ankle. "I'm getting some clean pants," she said, rolling her cut-offs into a ball for the laundry. "You'd better pull yours up before the folks get home."
I had forgotten that I lay stretched out stark naked on the couch, my cut-offs kicked into a ball at the end. My cock was almost hard again and my balls hung like stones in a sack out of the curly hair around my crotch. I stood up and pulled on my pants, tucked my cock inside where I hoped it would soon subside to normal.
"You ought to wear shorts," she said. "It'd help you from getting those erections you're always trying to hide. I think you could control your dick a little better if you wore shorts."
' You sound like Mom." I zipped up my jeans and buttoned the top button. "She's always on my back to wear shorts but she never gave me a reason like that."
"You ought to wear them." She moved on those long white legs out of the TV room.
I said after her, "111 think about it," and sank back down on the couch to watch the end of the movie. I was just in time for the commercial.
CHAPTER TWO
That was the first time. After that, Leslie and I solved the problem of what to do before we lost our cherries.
Whenever the folks went out at night, even for a walk to look at the flowers or have a drink around the patio, my hand would be under the kitchen table in a flash and into my sister's ass or her crotch, my fingers working like electric wires on her nervous system and she would lean her face over to kiss my mouth with her lips and tongue and her hand would find my crotch and work against my prick until it was hard and ready to break out of my pants, but suddenly she would stand up, move away with the dishes or into the living room where I would try to follow her but she would keep out of my reach and soon the folks would come back inside. Leslie had always been smarter than I was and she kept us out of trouble. The folks would see us chasing each other and laugh about how Leslie and Larry certainly were the happiest teenage brother and sister they had ever seen.
We certainly were an exception to the lads of the friends they had around that part of Los Angeles.
Leslie began turning down dates to stay at home whenever she thought the folks might be going out. I began to plan my evenings after eight o'clock. By that time I usually knew if the folks were going out or not; if they were, I could plan on spending the night at home.
Often, Leslie, if she had already gone out, would invent some excuse or other to come home early. If the folks were still out, it would only be minutes before she would have my pants open. She loved my body, especially my prick.
She would sit on the floor in front of the couch with her back to the gray, flickering TV screen. I would lay back on the couch with both arms spread and would watch the movie while she worked over my prick and balls with both hands and sometimes slid her hands behind my ass to lift me a little. If I was wearing a shirt, she would unbutton it so my prick could stand straight up against my tight belly and she would caress it with her palm, her fingers tightening and loosening against the shaft, her hand sliding up and down, her other hand passing back and forth across my balls, over my ass, until finally I'd come, shooting all the way to my chest in strong spurts of white milky come and she'd milk my prick to get everything that I could possibly shoot out.
Then I would clean up, put my pants back on in case the folks came back unexpectedly, and sit on the floor while she lay on the couch and I'd work my electric fingers against her pants until she allowed me to open the zipper and get my hand inside against the damp silk panties and I'd move my fingers in there, my other hand holding tight against her ass, until she would wiggle into her own orgasm and hump my hand until my wrist would almost break, then subside slowly until she was curled on the couch like a fine kitten, purring at my touch as I caressed her shoulders and the back of her head.
Then one night, New Year's Eve, she let me take all of her clothes off. But that was not all she introduced me to that night. As I said before, she always was smarter than I was.
We both had dates for the New Year's celebrations. I got rid of mine early, about three minutes after midnight. I knew she wouldn't screw so I didn't want to waste any time on her. Leslie had a rougher time getting her date to bring her home. I was mad at her because I thought she could have lost her cherry if she had only let the guy know she was willing. She got mad for a few minutes, then quickly got over it. She didn't want to fuck the guy because she had gone to grade school with him and she said she knew him too well. I thought that was stupid, but did not tell her so.
I kissed her at the foot of the stairs, as if I had just 'brought her home myself. She surprised me then. She took my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. We knew the folks wouldn't be home until four or five in the morning, so we felt we had plenty of time.
I had always liked her bedroom. It was so frilly, so feminine. I liked her bed, though being a boy, I couldn't really want a canopy with pink ruffles and a wide bed with a pink satin spread over it. Probably I had always liked her room and her bed because I always liked to imagine her walking around naked in the room and stretching out on the bed, her pink body blending into the spread until I would only be able to find her by her blonde hair cascading toward her tits and by the little bush I imagined also would be blonde at her crotch.
She stood in front of me like a warm, lovely statue while I unbuttoned the back of her dress and drew it off her body. I pushed her slip straps over her shoulders and her slip slid off her body to a heap around her ankles. Her breasts were fine inside her brassiere and for the first time I had enough light to see how it hooked. It came off easily.
She had fine tits. They curved slightly up and out as if invisible strings from her clean shoulders held the nipples there. Her hair was blonde, just a little curly, and fell over her shoulders.
I hesitated a little, then slipped my thumbs in the sides of her pantyhose and moved them down over her hips. She wore a tiny, flowered bikini under them and since she had never let me take her pants off I carefully avoided pulling them down with her pantyhose. I worked them down to her ankles and she raised first one lovely foot then the other so I could slide them all the way off.
She stood in front of me in nothing but her tiny panties, little green and yellow flowers disappearing into that crotch. A few pieces of pubic hair showed around the inside of her thigh and I wanted desperately to get my hands in it.
She moved then, like a statue come to life, unbuttoned my shirt, let it fall, and opened my slacks and let them fall. I kicked off my shoes and she lifted first one foot then the other and took my socks off. She was pleased to see me wearing white jockey shorts. My cock was not hard yet. It was the first time she had opened my pants to find me at less than full stand.
I said, "I had a lot of beer, I guess."
"Don't worry, Sister will take care of you."
Leslie was beautiful dressed. Naked, it was all I could do to get my breath. To be seeing her in full light like this almost scared me. It was the first time we had gotten this far anywhere except in the TV room.
"Watch, Larry," she said. She hooked her thumbs in her panties and slowly, almost agonizingly, slid the green and yellow flowers down from her hips and crotch until her pubic hair stood out free in the light, a little fist right at her crotch, darker than the hair on her head but still blonde.
She took them all the way off, stepped out of them, and stood naked in front of me. My prick was rising in my shorts.
"It's working," she said.
She walked to her full-length mirror and turned in front of it, round and round. It was like having two naked girls turning in front of me, twisting around and around so I would miss none of their beauty. She raised both arms over her head, raising her breasts also by the same movement until they seemed to look at my forehead instead of my eyes. Her lips turned up in a smile, her tongue moved across her lips.
I was in front of her in a second, my arms around her waist, my prick rising fast in my pants to stick out from me, between her thighs. She caught it between her legs, held it against her crotch, and I felt her pubic hair naked against my shorts for the first time.
Picking her up by the cheeks of her ass, I carried her to the pink bed and lay her down on it. She had pulled the spread back before so we lay on her sheets. It was a bright flowered print and it was like laying her down in a bed of springtime.
I slid my mouth over her breast and sucked on the nipple. I thought she would stop me but she did not. She ran her fingers through my hair. "Don't expect too much," she said softly. "I can't fuck you yet, but I have another surprise for you."
I took my mouth away from her nipple, kissed her breast and moved into the valley between them. "I need to fuck you, Leslie. I need to fuck badly. Just you."
"I know, I want it too. I want to fuck you. I want your prick inside me. But not the first time, Larry. Not the first one. You will have to be the second. Trust me. You'll never be sorry."
"I trust you, Les, and I know we won't fuck now." I tickled her ribs and made her giggle. I liked it when she moved because her tits moved too and she wiggled her legs under me. "It gets rough sometimes, though."
"You remember I asked you to trust me the first time. Right?"
"I remember."
"And you liked what happened. Right?"
"I liked what happened. Right."
"Will you trust me again?"
"Of course I trust you. I love you, Les."
"Like a sister. Right?"
"Like a sister," I grinned. "Right."
"Okay," she said. "Lay down." She rolled from under me and I flopped on my back. She walked around the bed, pulled the covers all the way down so they could quickly be thrown back over the bed if we were interrupted.
I lay back, spread-eagled. My prick was hard now all right. It pushed up against the elastic of my shorts like it wanted out.
"You're sexy in shorts," she said.
I moved my hips for her.
"Larry, you're going to be a good fuck. It's going to be all right once were not virgins. Don't lie to me, if I lose my cherry first. Don't let me be the first girl you fuck."
I promise.
"I'd lose mine if I could with any dignity. All these kids I date wouldn't know what to do if I opened my cunt in front of their faces. They're so bashful I can't even play with their little dicks."
"Where do you learn all the stuff you do?"
"Other girls tell me. Girls that have been fucking since they were twelve."
"Introduce me to them. How about that?"
"You're too young for them. That's the way experience goes. They only fuck older guys. You have to find a girl younger than you are. I want to fuck, but my girlfriends won't introduce me to their guys. So neither you nor I get to fuck yet. But we will. We've only been waiting three weeks. Be patient."
"I can't wait much longer."
"I won't be long." She got onto the edge of the bed.
"This is long," I said, laying my hand on my cock. Her bush moved wonderfully between her thighs. She parted her legs getting onto the bed and I could almost see the lips of her cunt. She swung her leg over me and straddled my belly. For the first time, even though I still had shorts on, the end of my prick came into contact with her slit, just barely brushing the back of it. The crack of her ass settled down over the shaft. Her cunt was moist already, damp against my belly button.
She leaned over me, her nipples brushing my chest. She kissed my eyes, my cheeks, then her tongue slid inside my mouth. My hands moved down her spread hips to enclose the cheeks of her ass and I thought she might let me get my hands into her cunt again like the first time we dry fucked. I raised my hips against her crotch, pushed my prick against her ass. I wanted desperately to be naked and started to pull my shorts down. She stopped me.
"I'll do that," she whispered.
She was in her bed, as I had always imagined, and what was better than my dreams was that I was in it with her. My sister. Stark naked. With her fine soft hair, her wonderful warm mouth and her eyes hungrily devouring my almost naked body, her long fingers and smooth skin against me. Her tits were gorgeously alive with just a hint of movement under the firm flesh that ended in the finely detailed brown around her firm nipples, then that fine expanse of white soft flesh that led down her belly to her navel. The same navel I had watched guys admiring on the beach. But now what there was below that navel, always before hidden in the pouch of her bikinis, was open for me, right now on her own cool bed, the thatch of curly blonde hair above her fine long legs stretching along mine, promising to engulf my hips later as we played our game of fucking. I longed for my prick to be inside her where my fingers had once been, longed to shoot my spasms of come far into her cunt in throbbing ecstasy as she pushed against me and I pushed against her.
She took her hand from mine and her lips from my mouth. She licked across my jaw, down my neck line. She had never done that before and at first it tickled but I lay still and began to enjoy it. Her fingers played across my stomach.
This was different than anything we had done before. Usually I assumed the dominant role and she lay on her back. I wondered what she had in mind.
"Still trust me," she whispered.
I murmured, "Yes," responded with my body against hers as she moved her lips across my chest. She paused over each nipple and sucked it, nibbled on each as I had hers.
She slid down my body, her breasts against my crotch, then she kneeled at my side and her fingers slipped into the elastic waistband of my shorts and began to work them down. She raised them in front to get the elastic over my cock. "I like undressing you," she said.
I raised my hips so she could slide my shorts off my ass. Cool air passed over my balls. The shorts slid down my thighs, past my knees and Leslie lifted my feet out of them. She dropped the shorts on the floor and turned back to me.
Her long hair brushed across my stomach, then over my prick, balls, my thighs. I felt her breath on the base of my prick. I thought I knew what she might do, but I couldn't believe it. I was afraid to move. I was afraid she would stop. Then her tongue was there.
She barely brushed the length of my prick with her tongue. It was my first licking. On the way down, she flicked her tongue back and forth from the throbbing tip to the base.
I couldn't stand it. I had to raise my head slightly on her pillow to watch her.
She looked up, without taking her tongue away from my pride. She was curled like a kitten between my legs. She smiled at me with her fine teeth. Her tongue came from between them like a small prick's head. She licked down into the fine hair growing over my balls.
I lay my head back down and closed my eyes as she licked up the other side of my cock, then her tongue traced the outline of the red head of my cock that I thought now would burst. The skin right under the tip, on the underside, was extremely sensitive and I kept my ass glued to the bed because I knew that if I moved my hips at all I'd come right in her face. I loved what she was doing, and loved her for doing it.
Suddenly her mouth was completely over the head of my cock.
I looked down again and she had taken it right into her mouth and her tongue was working against my cock even while it was in her mouth. She nipped me a couple of times with her teeth, then got used to the size and just sucked. I couldn't help moving. I had to by now.
I raised my knees. She moved a little up the bed, her hair brushing my balls, and began moving up and down over my cock.
She held it upright with one hand, caressed the base of it, and sucked on the end, and then took more of my cock into her mouth. She nipped ever so gently against the shaft with her teeth once, then it was like nothing that had ever happened to me before. Her mouth was all cheeks and tongue and was up and down over my prick, in and out. My prick was covered with her saliva as she raised her head. She never once completely let go of the tip. She slid it almost at once back into her mouth.
I cupped some of her hair and the back of her head in one hand and held her to my crotch, but not hard. I let her be completely in control. My knees fell to the side and my crotch was completely open to her. My hips began to make fucking motions and I fucked her mouth, laying flat on my back. I cupped my other hand around her head too.
Her left hand came from nowhere, grasped my balls and rubbed that root spot just behind them. Her right hand gripped the base of my cock and her mouth slid up and down the length of my shaft. My pelvis raised up from the bed like it was attached to wires on her canopy and she rose with me and my come began in spurt after spurt and she swallowed some and held what she couldn't swallow in her mouth and kept sucking on my prick until I had shot everything I thought I could possibly have into her wonderful cunt of a mouth.
We fell back to the bed again. She swallowed all of my come, brought her lips to me and I licked the inside of her mouth, over her tongue, her cheeks, her teeth, and tasted my own tangy sperm.
My hands found her ass. She lay on top of me. My fingers worked along the crack and encouraged her to spread her legs over my sides, then I moved my fingers over the back of her cunt. Her juices had soaked her hair around the lips and my fingers slid in just a little and worked back and forth.
My prick started to get hard again. It hadn't had time to really get soft. I thought she might forget herself enough to let me fuck her.
She rolled over onto her back. My fingers moved automatically around her hip into her cunt again.
She laughed. "Can you trust me?" she asked.
"Christ, can I. Hell, yes." For the first time, my hand was in her cunt as she lay on her back. She dropped her legs a little to the side, parting her thighs. I cupped her Venus mound with my palm, moved my fingers inside her juicy cunt. I found her hard, firm little clit in the front, just where the books had told me it would be. For the first time, I was grateful for all my teachers who urged me to read.
"Don't put your fingers too far in me," she purred. She raised her hips, opened her thighs more. I longed to slide my prick in there, but I trusted her so I did not.
I brushed my face down into her cunt hairs and quickly kissed her mound.
"You can do the same thing for me that I did for you."
"How?" That I couldn't believe.
She took my hand in hers and guided my middle finger back inside her cunt. She pressed it against her clit again. "That's my prick," she said. "You can reach it with your lips and your tongue and if you suck on it a little like I sucked on yours, I think I would like it very much. Do you mind?"
I had never considered doing that to a girl. My imagination had only shown me pushing my prick in there and fucking to my heart's content. The fact of actually kissing and sucking a cunt did not seem like a good idea. None of the books available to teenage boys had mentioned it.
I must have conveyed my hesitation to her by ESP. She asked again, "Do you trust me?"
I laughed then. "Yes, I do, Sis. I'll do anything you want."
"OK then, get your tongue down there on my cunt and suck me just like I did you."
I teased her. "What'll you do if I don't." My face was already halfway to her cunt.
"You'll never touch my ass again. Not my cunt, not my tits. You'll never see my tongue again, either. You'll have to jack off alone in the bathroom. You'll have to bribe some little twelve-year-old to touch your prick and then she'll run home and tell her Mommy."
My mouth was against her cunt. I lifted my head once to laugh. "You win. Stop, I give up."
She giggled like a little girl, threw open her thighs and I got between her legs like she had done mine. She couldn't hold her cunt in the air for me so I brought her Teddy bear from beside the bed and laid it under her ass, then I lay on my stomach and could look right into her snatch. It had a faint, musty odor and I had the feeling that if I inhaled enough of it I could become intoxicated. Like inhaling glue, it could give me a sweet high.
I rose over her and started licking her belly button. I was careful not to let my prick touch her cunt because I knew I would not be able to stop if that happened. I glanced up at her and her head was back, her eyes closed. She pressed against her breasts, rolled the nipples between her finger. She sensed how close my prick was to her open cunt and sighed, "Larry, don't fuck me yet. Not yet."
I felt better then, having fully made up my mind not to. "I won't," I said, then my lips were in her curly hairs and my tongue working from side to side and then my tongue was in her cunt. It was not bad at all.
I parted the lips with my fingers and, right at the top, found her clit, a firm little pink shaft coming from deep inside her body. My tongue went as far as it could go inside her cunt and licked hack along her clit and she grasped me with her thighs and began rolling back and forth.
My cock was straight up again but I ignored it, forgot it in the excitement and wonder and high of sucking off my sister. It was almost as good, I thought, as fucking her would be. I decided I was willing to do whatever she wanted as long as she did what she did for me and let me do such things to her.
My lips passed the lips of her cunt and worked against that hard shaft of her clit while my tongue' kept its magic work going. My right arm circled her waist, just at the small of her back in the open space between her bed and the Teddy bear. My left hand slid up across the crack of her ass. I slid two fingers into her wide open cunt, fucked them back and forth on the grease of her love juices. They felt the obstruction finally of her hymen and I knew she was not tricking me. She was still a virgin at fifteen. She did not want my prick to be the one to break her maidenhead. I licked her cunt out, from side to side and top to bottom.
Her pubic hair was damp and musty against my nose. She swayed her hips, clutched at me desperately with her thighs. Then she began to come.
At first it was a quiet sigh from her lungs as if she had held her breath for a long time, then the low moaning came again like from the top of her mouth, and she began twisting back and forth, almost thrashing, as if her body was attached to electric cords. She completely lost control of herself, the same as I had experienced when I came into her mouth only for her it lasted much longer. She pushed up against me finally as if she was having spasms of come like I had. She grasped my head in her hands and pulled me almost desperately against her cunt.
"Ohhh, oh, Larry, Larry, Larry, Larry."
Her heels dug into my ass. She was completely mine. More juices poured from her lubricating cunt, covering my mouth and face. I twisted my head back and forth, my lips and tongue against her cunt, licking her clit, and she gave final moans that seemed now to come from the inside of her cunt all the way up the inside of her body to vibrate against her vocal chords.
Her legs fell to the side and she collapsed. I pulled my face away, my jaws and mouth covered with her cunt juices. I dipped once more into that open, lovely place and licked her from the bottom of her cunt to the top. When I finished she drew her legs up, rolled off the Teddy bear, and curled into a little ball like a kitten, like a most contented cat.
I moved up to lay beside her on the pillow. She began licking my mouth, around my nose and jaws to clean me like a mother cat would have done her babies. Her cool hands held my face against hers and I laughed and grinned with the excitement of relief. With her face bathed in a wonderful glow, a radiance, she smothered me with her tongue and lips.
When she finished, she travelled quickly down my chest and stomach to suck my nearly soft prick into her mouth for a teasing lick. As quickly as it began to stiffen, she dropped it and came back to lean over me, looking directly into my eyes.
"Tell me the truth, you bastard. Have you ever done that with any other girl?"
She surprised me with a question like that. She knew I was as virgin as she was. "No, Sis." I thought I might have made her mad. "Why?"
"You do it so damn good I could eat your tongue."
What a relief. She kept staring down at me. "Honest, I never did it before. But I liked it."
"I'm glad you liked it. I'll let you do it again someday."
"You really opened up, Leslie. That helped. You really responded good. You're going to be a great fuck."
"You're a great fuck already," she said.
"Even though we've never fucked."
"Even though we've never fucked," she said. I'm looking forward to your prick inside me."
"So am I." I looked down and my cock was coming up again. "Look," I told her, "it only has one eye, but it wants to get in you too."
"Maybe," she said moving slowly down the bed, "it wants my mouth again."
It did. It almost jumped into her mouth.
I had an idea. Kidding her by asking the same question she had always asked me before she started something new, I asked, "Trust me, Leslie?"
With a mouthful of cock she could not really answer, but she managed to nod.
She was lying with her feet toward the pillow. I touched the inside of her firm, fifteen-year-old thighs and gently suggested with my fingers that she slide toward me. She cupped my balls in her hand, opened her legs a little bit toward me.
I moved one of her legs over my chest. She got the idea at once.
She straddled me, upside down. Her cunt was right over my face. I circled her hips with my arms and pulled her down slowly, brought her cunt right down to my waiting, extended tongue.
It was exquisite again. Better. She sucked and licked on my cock while I sucked and licked her cunt. The little tight hole of her ass was against my nose. She did not notice or move when I licked up from her cunt to probe her pink little hole, inserting my fingers into her cunt in place of my tongue. She wiggled her bottom and gripped my sides with her knees but never stopped the action on my cock, never stopped caressing my balls. My hips started pumping and she could tell by the swift enlargement of the head of my cock that I was beginning to come.
I could no more have stopped than I could have swum across the ocean.
I filled her mouth until she had to gasp for air. She went back down on it to lick it clean, suck every drop out of me.
She did not come this time, but she seemed to enjoy it very much anyway. I asked her about it.
"I would like to come every time," she said. '1 almost did again, but you came first and I couldn't concentrate on myself. I just wanted all you could give. You seemed to stop doing whatever it was you were doing before. It didn't matter because I had a wonderful come before. Sometimes it is enough if I just give you pleasure. That pleases me too."
I didn't like that. "I want you to come as often as I do."
"Sometimes I probably can. I don't think a woman is built like that. I come a lot though. Don't worry about me. Just go as long as you can without coming, then when you start just try to fill me up as much as you can."
"It's fun to go as long as I can without coming."
"That's what's fun for me too."
She lay on top of me, her cunt hairs against mine, her fine, soft, girl breasts against my chest. We both had spent a lot of time on the beach, fighting the Pacific surf, and our bodies were firm and tanned. Our tongues enjoyed each other until we realized it was long past the time that I should have gotten out of her bedroom. If the folks caught us like this we would have one hell of a time. And we didn't want to add to any of the marital problems we thought they were having then either.
We took showers separately, promising sometime to climb in the tub together. Then, dressed in pajamas, bathrobes, slippers, we went downstairs to the kitchen and made hot chocolate and toast. We both felt like we were starving.
We were still there, laughing, joking, making more toast, when the folks came home tired, tipsy and happy. We yelled, "Happy New Year" at them and watched our father kiss our mother on the lips.
Leslie looked at me across the kitchen table and we smiled at each other like the happiest brother and sister in the world.
We kept it up all spring.
Leslie turned down more and more dates, which bothered me. Turning down dates only meant that she would have less and less opportunity to lose her virginity, though it did keep her home with me more often and I enjoyed that a great deal. I didn't go out much myself, so she felt under no pressure to give her cherry just to some local jerk.
We were careless a few times and almost got caught.
One time Leslie and I were at the same party and everybody started to pair off. To me that meant only that the normal frustrating necking and petting, pleading and refusals, would go on until everybody got tired of it and started the party again.
That particular night, however, I thought that there might be a chance of something happening, because I took a new girl. She was from one of the suburbs down toward Long Beach and I hoped that she would initiate some new action into our parties. Somebody spiked the punch, of course, and Luisa, my date, thought it tasted "funny, sort of sour."
When I told her it was spiked she wrinkled her nose at me. She was wearing Levi's and a halter top that showed her mid-section, but I could easily imagine her in photographs I had seen in high school yearbooks from the 1950s, and instead of Levi's with a tight ass and a bare belly-button she wore a full skirt down past her calves and a sweater.
"I think I'll have another one," she said bravely.
I realized at once that the suburbs near Long Beach had nothing on us.
Luisa was cute, in an innocent way. She had wavy black hair and good, well-formed, small breasts. Her belly button was very cute.
I got her into the den of the house. Each time we had a party at this particular place, the kid's mother and father left the house. They had a maid who stayed around to serve and pick up afterwards and sort of chaperone. No chaperone was really needed, though not to say we didn't try to create a need for one.
The couch in the den was covered with a natural colored leather. The cushions were deep and Luisa sank into them. I swung her feet up as she sat down and she wound up lying down more than sitting. She protested a little, by wrinkling her nose, then let me lay down beside her.
It wasn't a minute before I had her top pushed up over her breasts and was licking them, kissing the nipples, sucking them, caressing. She dropped her head back and pushed her breasts up for me. Her hands stayed demurely on my shoulders or the back of my head while I kissed her. It was the damndest thing. She seemed to be getting her rocks off by my eating her breasts.
Leslie was nothing like that. Breasts to Leslie were only a little turn in the road; the real destination was further down.
By now my hard-on was ready to jump out of my pants. I caught one of Luisa's fluttering hands and moved it down to my crotch but she pulled it back so fast she must have thought I was trying to stick it in a fire.
I kissed her lips, then went back to her breasts and down her stomach to her belly button but as soon as I stuck my tongue into that target she sat bolt upright, shaking her head, "No, no, we mustn't," coming from her lips like from a robot, something that had been programmed into her by her mother if the poor child's hand was ever placed below a man's belt.
"Why not?" I began the litany of reasons, the last recourse that homey guys tried with girls that were only inches from being screwed but refused to let the guy go just that little bit further. I felt sure that if I could get my hands in Luisa's pants I could get my prick in her as well. It was that first touch that might tell the story.
We sipped our punch, looked deep into each other's eyes. I stopped with the line of reasoning, figured to let silence be the way to her cunt.
She eased back down with not much urging from me. I started kissing her around the ear. I let my hand stray down her side. She let me touch her hip but as soon as I began the journey overland into the valley of delights she pulled my hand back to her breasts as if to say I would have to be satisfied with the mountains.
Naturally, after my experiences with Leslie, I was not satisfied to have a breast in the hand and another in the mouth. But at least Luisa was a girl, and a cute one. I began to wonder if Leslie might be having better luck somewhere else. I began thinking about her and I'm afraid Luisa's nipples sort of became Leslie's.
I wanted her hand around my cock in the worst way, so without thinking how many times she had stopped me I took Luisa's right hand, moved it right to my crotch. To my surprise she traced the bulging outline with two fingers, hesitantly, shyly, but surely, from my crotch out to my beltline. Then her hand jumped to my head and those same fingers found my ear and traced into and out of its curlicues.
My one hand was free so I reached down and unbuckled my belt. Opening my pants, I pushed everything, pants and shorts, down in front so my erection stood out like a rod with my balls in their tight sack just below the rod like the reel of a deep-sea fishing pole. My pants, half off my ass, caught under my balls. I thought I'd have a surprise for Luisa.
My tongue slid into her willing mouth. Hers followed mine back. With my tongue in her again, our eyes closed, our lips moving against each other, my left hand tracing her breasts, I brought her hand down again to my crotch.
To my amazement, pleasure, and adding to my thorough awareness that I would never understand girls, she left it there.
Her fingers found the round hard tip of my cock and circled it, cradled it into her palm. She moved along the shaft, back to the tip, quickly down to my balls and around them, lingering to cradle them a little, back along the shaft and sliding past the tip. Then her fingers were back in my ear.
"Larry," she whispered, "please don't."
"I love it when you touch me like that," I said. "You can almost make me break."
She didn't come close to making me do that, but at least it was indeed nice having another girl other than Leslie fondling my balls.
Luisa turned her head a little so she could see it in the dim light.
She looked away quickly. I think it was the first cock she had ever seen.
I lay down on her, my naked cock stretching from her belt up along her bare belly as far as the gap between her breasts.
She reached her other hand over to cradle it. She petted it.
"It's so hard." She half laughed up at me. "I didn't think it would be that hard."
"It's easy," I whispered, not understanding how simple she really was. I thought she was referring to how difficult it was staying pure.
"I mean your ... your...." she stammered nicely, trying to come up with the proper health class word. "Your penis," she finally whispered.
"You mean my cock."
"Don't say that."
"Why not? That's what it is."
"Sounds nasty." She had both hands around it by now, whatever it was.
"Nothing nasty about cock," I said. "It's just a penis grown up."
She half laughed again in my neck. She probably was afraid really to laugh out loud for fear once she started giving in, she would not be able to stop. Or maybe the joke wasn't that good. Probably she had heard it in the girl's locker room anyway.
I tried to work my hips up to her breasts so my cock could slip past her chin and into her mouth. She seemed to sense what I wanted to do and kept turning her head. I moved it back down to her crotch and got my hands on her rear end and pumped hard against her down there. Finally she opened her legs and let me slip between them, but she would not let me get my hands into the back of her pants.
It was not easy on my cock, fucking against her Levi's like that. Finally I quit and pulled back. I didn't want to come on her anyway, because then she would know that I could be satisfied just doing that. I wanted her to suffer all night remembering the pains she put me through.
_ I sat against the other end of the couch, my pants bunched around my knees.
She came right over after me. She loved touching my cock. She held one hand around it and bounced my balls with her other hand. She had small hands, cool and soft, like little tender feminine hands of virgins.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"For it to be so stiff like this."
"Oh," I said, then suddenly realized I might have her. "Yes, it does."
"Does your ... your ... penis hurt?"
"No, not that, but my balls do. Sometimes if you get that close to coming and you don't, your balls swell up and it hurts ... yes it does."
"I'm sorry. I just can't do it with you."
"It's part of the game, Luisa. Don't feel bad," I said, trying to make her feel bad. "I know you don't like words like cock, things like that, but the condition I have now is sometimes known as the blue balls."
"Ohhh." She looked ashamed, as if she had been caught naked with some guy by her own father. "How long does it last?"
"Usually until around noon the next day." I shifted my butt as if to ease the terrible pain I was suffering because of her. Also so she could get both hands around my balls.
She took her hands off me. "I shouldn't have let us go this far. I shouldn't have let it happen. It's all my fault."
"It's also known as the hot rocks."
She looked like she might cry.
I lifted her hands out of her lap and put them back around my cock. "It really feels good when your hands are there. It's cooling."
"Really?" she said, caressing my balls again, stroking my cock, twisting through my curly hair down there.
"Will you take it in your mouth?" I asked.
She looked at my cock, rather mournfully, as if she might want to but couldn't get past the idea yet. I can't," she said. She did seem familiar with the idea at least, so that much anyway was money in the bank.
"It's not bad once you're used to it."
"I really can't," she said. "I'm new in town. I can't just start like that. It would be all over school in a week that I'm a whore."
"I don't talk to anybody," I said. "The girls I go out with, whatever happens is just between them and me." I meant it, but I did not add that one very good reason for my rule was to insure that no one found out for sure yet that I was still a virgin.
Good manners sometimes arise from converse reasons.
"I want to believe you, Larry, but I've never even gone this far before. Yours is the ... I've never even touched ... I've never touched anybody else's penis before."
"Do me a favor," I said. "I want to help you over some hurdles, that I know you'll be coming up against in the future. Call it my cock, will you?"
"Your penis?"
I nodded.
"Cock."
I kissed her lips and licked them. "Tell me you've touched my cock."
Her hand tightened around it. Her other hand went around my waist. Looking right into my eyes, she said, "I have touched your cock. I am touching your cock. I will touch your cock."
We laughed at her English recital.
I did like her. She was very sincere and had tried hard. If only I could have gotten my hands in her pants I believe I could have had a piece and could have carried myself home to Leslie as proud as a peacock.
I kissed Luisa very nicely, time after time. I kissed down her chest to her nice breasts again, around both of them, ending with each nipple. Then I stood in front of her, my pants around my ankles, my crotch right in front of her face.
"Will you take it in your mouth?" I asked again, thinking it wouldn't hurt to try just once more.
She closed her eyes, but kept her hands around it. "No," she said, her lips forming a perfect "O" that would have been just right for a beginning. I leaned forward a little as if to ease the tip between her pursed lips. "But I will kiss it," she said very quietly, "that's all I can do," her lips again forming that perfect "O".
With one hand around my hips, the fingers toying along the crack of my ass, her other hand brought my cock forward to meet her lips. With a very soft, brushing, sweet touch she kissed the top of the tip, rather innocently like Snow White kissing the top of Dopey's bald head.
I might have come against her chin if the promise of more, sometime, somewhere, hadn't been implied in that kiss.
She sat back, smiling at me with relief and pleasure, and pulled her top back down over her breasts.
I grinned at her, very pleased. My cock was stiff, my balls tight, wanting her, and she watched as I stuffed them inside my pants.
We made our way back to the party, holding hands, as if we had cloistered ourselves in the den simply in order to trade bubble gum wrappers. I danced with her a few times, held her very close, got my hand on her ass once. Finally I told her I couldn't be that close to her anymore, at least until my pains went away. She nodded as if she understood perfectly.
I found Leslie. "Not going too well," I mumbled. I was beginning to get sour about Luisa. I was starting to wonder if I had pressed harder if she might have kissed my cock again, might even have taken it inside her mouth, and if she had done that I might have been able to get at least one hand inside her pants and if....
Leslie said, "What did you expect? Not all girls are as good as I am."
I started dancing with a girl I had known for a long time. Marilyn was rather heavy, but she was pleasant and since she didn't date too much I thought she might be willing to fuck in return for a promise to go steady with her. I thought the going steady part could always be straightened out, afterwards.
Naturally, Marilyn was another miscalculation.
Les got her date and I took Marilyn and we strolled outside for a spin around the garden. Our host's father not only had genuine leather couches in the den but he took great pride in his shrubbery.
We soon separated, Les and her guy going in one direction and me and Marilyn in another.
She led me to an iron love seat half hidden in a little pine grove. It was a fine spot for meditation. I had always been told by the host that his father did a lot of that.
Marilyn was in no mood for meditation, however. A good start, as far as I was concerned. Her arms went around my neck and she started giving me the strangest kisses, with her mouth closed. I did not laugh, though I wanted to. She pushed her tits against my chest. Apparently she thought fucking was done around breast level because she would not let me touch between her legs or even get my hand on her ass. She was all tit. When I took her hand to guide it to my crotch she insisted on squeezing my shoulder, and at the same time pulling me tighter against her tits as if she was overcome with passion.
By this time Les and I were old come experts and I did not feel like playing these little games. I pretended to be very interested in the constellations. I had been out with her before anyway. All she did was kiss you all over the face with those tight lips, push her cotton filled brassiere against you, and her ass away.
She got tired after awhile and quit. Leslie and her boyfriend came over then. He seemed very pissed off about something. We all talked about some stupid thing or other when actually all we were interested in was screwing. The kids in our school were all very straight, as far as Les and I knew. Only a couple were into grass and Les thought that even those two were all talk and no smoke. None were into group sex. The older generations would have been very reassured if they had done a sex study of our school. With a couple of exceptions.
Leslie stood close beside me while we were talking. Pretty soon our dates meandered away and we were glad to see them go. Les unzipped my trousers and pulled out my cock.
I was still sitting on the iron love seat. She sat down beside me. Her hand moved up and down my suddenly hard shaft. I leaned back and stared at the stars. Reciting everything I could remember from science class did not take long but I gave it all I had. I talked about Orion the Hunter, though I doubt he was in the sky then. I was discussing light years and interplanetary travel when the girl suddenly came back around the bushes.
I leaned forward like I had dropped my teeth. Leslie pulled her hand back just in time to keep from getting it broken as I hastily crossed my legs.
The poor girl was pissed off because the guy had put his hands on her ass and pulled her against his crotch and hadn't let her go until he had rubbed himself into an orgasm. The girl felt she could talk in front of me because Les and I were so close and we understood everything.
Leslie smiled at her in the dark. "Marilyn," she said, "don't you ever want to fuck anybody?"
Marilyn gasped a little. This was probably the third or fourth time she had heard the word fuck used in conversation and the first time it was ever said as something she might join in on. "No, Leslie, not until I'm in love."
I couldn't help giving a little laugh. Les gave me a nudge in the ribs. My erection was disappearing fast.
She asked, "Marilyn, do you think you could be in love with Larry?"
I shook my head. I didn't want to screw something I'd have to chase around the bed.
"I'm probably not now," Marilyn said rather shyly. It was clear that she had thought about it. "Do you mean that Larry and I should...." She gasped a little again.
"No, no, no," I said.
"Oh, Leslie," Marilyn finally said.
"Just an idea," Leslie said. "I think you make a mistake if you mix up fucking with love."
"Oh, Leslie." Marilyn sounded like she wanted to cry.
Les stood up and touched her shoulder. "Go back in the house," she said, like a grownup. "It'll be all right."
Marilyn turned away. "You shouldn't have said that, Leslie." She finally disappeared.
Les sat down again. I jumped up in front of her, my prick still out of my pants, and leaned toward her. She opened her mouth, looked up at me, and I slid my cock between her lips. She had no trouble bringing it right back to full stand.
I didn't wait for anything. I didn't try to give her any pleasure, or myself any practice in holding back.
Standing right in front of her, holding her head in both hands, I fucked her right in her delicious warm mouth that slid so wonderfully back and forth on my prick, side to side, her tongue working over and around it, my hips working hard, pumping against her mouth until I came like a fountain.
As soon as I finished I pulled out of her mouth and stuffed my prick back inside my pants. I walked around in circles trying to get the damn thing to relax and get soft again. No matter what I did, it still stuck out to one side.
Leslie laughed. "I'll go in first," she said when she caught her breath. "You come in when you can."
When I found that I could walk in with a little dignity, I started to go in through the back door. Luisa was just coming out. "There you are." She took my arm and turned me right around.
"I've been looking for you." She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
I slid my arm around her waist, my fingers tracking along the bare place around her back and side where her top and her jeans didn't quite meet. "I'm glad to see you again," I said.
"How do you feel?" she asked.
"Still sore," but I didn't say from what. I tried to sound generous. "But it's not so bad."
"I feel bad about it." She walked in step with me awhile, her head bent as if she was deep in thought. "Larry, I have a confession to make."
"What is it?"
"I'm not going to be here very long."
She was so serious I was afraid she was about to tell me about some fatal disease she had, and I didn't really want to know about it.
"We thought we would be here a long time," she said, "but my father has to move right on to Phoenix. We're going with him, as soon as school is out this spring."
I really liked Luisa, and was sincere when I said, "I'm sorry. I like you."
"I like you, Larry. That's why I can't really make love to you the way ... the way you ... Well, why I can't go all the way with you. We're moving and everything, and I'm ... well, I'm a virgin and everything, and I just "
I kissed her. "It's all right. What you said before, about everybody hearing word that you're loose, that wasn't the reason at all, was it?"
"No. It was because we're leaving very soon, and I just don't want to give myself to somebody I'll probably never see again."
"I understand that." Having just been sucked off by Leslie, I thought I could afford to be generous.
We had been walking slowly, from one secluded garden spot to another, and I thought Luisa was sort of testing places out, seeing what sort of privacy she could find. I didn't know what she had in mind, if anything.
We found a place that seemed to please her. It was dark, hidden, and was covered with soft, dry grass. We sat down.
"I ... Larry, I ... are you still sore?" she asked. Maybe it was that hesitant catch she had in her voice, but whatever it was I liked it a lot. "A little bit," I said, trying not to make too much out of it.
"I want to help you, but I can't go all the way. Please don't try to get me to."
"I won't. I like you a lot, Luisa. I'm sorry you're moving away. Really I am. I think we could have gotten to know each other pretty well."
Her hand found my zipper and fumblingly worked it open. She reached inside and found my penis again. Despite what Leslie had done for me, I had no trouble in getting another erection.
Luisa tried to work it out through my fly but I whispered, "Open the belt, Luisa. Open me up."
She tried to unbuckle my belt with one hand but couldn't do it and finally, reluctantly, had to bring her other hand out to help. She got my pants open and pushed them down around my ass, catching my balls under my shorts again, forcing all my genitals up where she could get at them easily.
She handled me differently than Leslie. Her fingers were more hesitant, like her voice. She touched it softly, circled it, traced along the head with her fingers. She put both hands around it and worked it from side to side, then let it come back straight. Her hands worked down around my balls, bounced them a little, weighed them.
I held her head with both my hands. I put a finger in each ear.
She kissed my cock again, this time right on the tip. She brushed her tongue against it, as if to taste it for the first time. Her lips opened in that little "O" and she took the tip, then opened more to take the whole head into her mouth.
It was like I was fucking somebody for the first time. At least I thought that might be what it was like, never having had the experience myself. But here somebody other than Leslie had my cock in her mouth and the idea of it took my breath away.
She released me, looked up along my body. I rose up and kissed her lips.
She said, "Will you come?"
I thought I would have no trouble, even though I had come only a few minutes before. Luisa's little face over my crotch and her hands around my cock kept me standing stiff as a board and I had no doubt I could pump her stomach as full as I had Leslie's.
"Yes, Luisa, if you help me."
"I want to," she grinned shyly.
I eased her face back to my cock and she lifted it and slid at least half of it right inside.
I never felt her teeth, not once. She breathed through her nose like an expert. I think she must have talked with other girls about how to suck cock, or she had practiced on a number of bananas, or else she wasn't the innocent virgin she claimed to be. I was sure that the way she had perfected the technique was my second theory, about bananas. It was strange having somebody other than Leslie sucking on me, but nice, too. Luisa jacked on my cock more than Les. She squeezed my balls.
To give her more of an idea of how she was affecting me, I began moving my hips. She kept my cock in her mouth, slid down it a little further and back out to the tip, then down on it again. I pulled out and slid back in, did it some more. Her free hand gripped my cock as if she no longer had a place to stand or kneel but had only my shaft to hang onto. I lost track of what I was doing. She came after my cock, wolfed it almost, hungrily, and I gave it all up to her, let her suck it however she would, and my ass rose involuntarily. Before I knew it or could stop I was pumping semen into her mouth, between her young, willing, clean smooth cheeks, and she was gulping it, keeping it all, and after I was through she kept pumping my prick as if I might have some more.
She kept playing with my prick, and even after it was soft she put it back in her mouth and sucked on it a pain. We hadn't spoken at all. She kissed my balls and my lower stomach. She said, "It's so small now." She slid it back into her month and moved it around, then let it go.
I pulled up my pants. She had seemed hungry for it, as if she might not find anything like it in Arizona.
"I'll miss you," I said.
"Do you still hurt?"
"No, the hurt is all gone."
When we went back inside I danced with nobody but her until it came time to take her home. I kissed her at her door and asked her for another date the next night. She said no. She didn't want to see me again, she wanted to remember me and the night and what happened just as it was. Besides, she said, realistically, if we dated anymore something would probably happen that she did not want to have happen. "Larry, it's hard for me to say no, but please try to understand. What I did tonight was just for us. I don't want to go any further, but I know if we went out some more it would happen. It would have to happen. Can you understand?"
"Yes. And I know it would happen. I want it to."
"I don't. Let's just keep tonight, for ourselves, and go separately, like we were before tonight. Can we be friends?"
"Of course." I kissed her like I would never see her again, and I never did, except in school. Whenever I saw her I couldn't help staring at her mouth. She had a nice mouth.
I told Leslie and tried to get her to agree that a suck was as good as a fuck, but she would have nothing of it. "I've been finger fucked a few times," she said, "by guys you know, too, but I never came home trying to make you think that a finger was a prick. How can you try to make me think a mouth is a cunt?"
It was about a week after the party, and we were in the rec-room. Mom's footsteps went back and forth over our heads, wearing out the kitchen floor. Leslie and I were stretched out on the Sears' rug in the middle of the floor, dry fucking, when we heard the door at the top of the stairs open. I jumped like I had been hit by lightning, pulled my cut-offs up while I was still in the air. I landed almost on the couch. I pulled a stack of magazines under my face, a book to Les. I didn't have time to zip up or even button the top button. I lay with my bare cock pushed against the couch cushion and decided there would be nothing short of fire that could make me stand up while Mom was in the rec-room.
Leslie had her own problems. She had to get her one leg back into her cut-offs and pull them up herself and fold Dad's shirt back under her and roll onto her stomach and prop up like she was reading the book.
Fortunately Mom had a big hamper full of dirty clothes that she was bringing downstairs and she was watching carefully so that she would not fall. "Why don't you get up and help me with this stuff," she said.
Les mumbled as if she was lost in thought, "I'll put it in the dryer for you when it's washed. I'm in the middle of the best part now."
Mom staggered into the wash room with her load.
I called, "I'll fold it and bring it upstairs for you when it's finished."
She came into the room after she had loaded and started the washer. Les and I had had time to zip and button up by now and we look presentable. Mom looked from Leslie to me and back to Les. "Well, even that much would be more than I usually get out of you two. It's a deal."
We laughed with her. We knew she only said that because that was how she thought mothers were supposed to talk to teenage children.
On her way back up the stairs, she said, "You know, all my friends' children are at each other's throats constantly. They're always fighting tooth and nail. But you two are great pals. I can't understand it."
Leslie yelled up, "You're just lucky, Mom." By the time Mom closed the upstairs door, Les had her pants open again and her fingers in her cunt.
I was beside her in a second, replaced her hand with my own. She opened my pants to take out my cock and she went down on it at once, nearly swallowing its entire length down against her throat, sucking my come up out of my balls, almost from the bottom of my feet, splashing down into the redlined, soft-tissue, cunt-mouth.
Finally the end of school came. The folks, seeing how well Les and I got along, decided they could take a Round-the-World trip. We begged them to let us stay home. We could just imagine ourselves in the house alone for a month. We'd never get dressed and we'd never answer the doorbell or the telephone. Les offered to do all the cooking and washing. I said I would help with the cleaning and I'd keep the lawn mowed and the hedges trimmed and the flowers watered. They said no. They insisted we would be better off at a dude ranch in Montana for a month. We could learn to ride horses. When the family got together again in August we might all go fishing and boating in Colorado on Lake Powell.
So at the end of June the folks saw us to the airplane and we took a daytime flight to Missoula. I had hoped we would fly at night so I'd have a chance to see if an orgasm at 11,000 feet was any different than one at sea level.
Les and I both felt trapped.
The cook droned on in the front seat about what fun it was in the summer with boys and girls from all over the country at the ranch. Leslie's hand worked up and down my hard prick as we drove along the river in the dark.
Soon her face eased down into my lap. Her fingers guided my prick into her open mouth and her lips closed around it. Silently, carefully, she sucked on me for about five miles.
The cook sort of looked around but fortunately her neck was too fat for her to really see into the back. "What about you, Miss?" she asked. "You going to have a good time at Sunshine Valley?"
I said, "I think she's gone to sleep. She was up late last night."
"Poor dear," said the cook. "You're not sleepy though, are you? You're probably thinking about getting to the ranch with all the horses and fishing and hiking."
"Yes, I am," I said. My voice broke a little because my come had started out of my balls into Leslie's mouth. I gripped her head as I threw my hips and crotch and prick as far into her greedy mouth as I could.
"I'm going to like it," I said, collapsing against the seat.
The cook drove on, ignorant, I thought. "You're going to have a good time, Sonny."
Leslie curled against me and went to sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
The worst happened, just as we had feared it would.
The cook led us into the "ranch house." It was either a fancy suburban home dressed up to look like a cowboy's house, or the other way around. The result was of course that the house was neither a "ranch house," as they liked to call it, nor a suburban home.
The owner was a short skinny cowboy type with funny teeth. He was about fifty. He laughed all the time with a squeak and shook my hand as if to say: "this is the way we do out here." I pointed out to him that Les and I were from California, since when the cook introduced us she got us mixed up with a batch of kids she had brought in the night before from Boston.
The owner's wife was a well preserved specimen of rangy cowhide about ten years younger than her husband. She gave Leslie a motherly peck on the cheek and shook my hand the same way her husband had. Neither gave any sign of having any sex themselves, or of knowing what Leslie and I had between our legs.
Leslie and I were doomed.
It was late when we arrived, so they gave us fried egg sandwiches and milk and sent us to our respective bunkhouses. Each bunkhouse was captained by a warden.
Mine was a tall and skinny, half drunk cowboy from New Jersey. He told me that he had come west five years ago on a vacation and had not gone home since. He liked it out here. He offered me a drink from his handy hip flask, but before I could get my hands on it he pulled the flask back like I had always heard Indian givers did. He took the offer back too. Either he thought I was too new on the ranch to make such an offer to, or he suddenly remembered that he didn't have enough booze to share. It was a long way to town.
I went to sleep that first night and dreamed of Leslie and our return to California. I hoped we could talk the folks into going to Lake Powell by themselves. If Les and I could be by ourselves in the house even for a week it would make up for the long dry month looming before us right now.
We found out the next morning just how badly we were doomed.
Arts and crafts. Christ, how much leather can you poke holes into.
I tied fishing flies until I was blue in the fingers. I braided rope like it was going out of style. I sat through lectures on conservation. I learned how to dig a fire trail to stop raging forest blazes. I learned the difference between mule deer and antelope and moose. The classes definitely had not been designed for boys from California.
I saw Leslie only at supper time. She sat at the table on the opposite side of the mess hall, and to watch her put food into her mouth I had to look across the heads of almost every other kid in the camp, and there were about forty of them, almost evenly divided between boys and girls.
Finally, toward the end of the first week, we got a chance to talk.
We sat in the back of the main house while just about everybody else watched Gun smoke on TV. I laid a magazine over my lap and tried to catch Leslie's hand to put it under the magazine but she kept her hand in the open air, well in sight of anybody who might look at us.
"I'm learning to prepare for my old age," she said. "The first two days we learned to sew. The next two we learned to knit. Today, though, we did something a lot more interesting."
"What?" I asked, pretending to be interested. I was watching her hand as if I was a hawk and her hand was a piece of meat. If her hand landed anyplace for a second, I thought I could grab it and pull it under the magazine. I knew if I could get her hand on me I could get her to do a hand job, at least. Anything would be better than jacking off by myself like most of the other kids did in my barracks. Their goddamn beds would squeak for a few minutes after they climbed in at night and pretty soon they'd sneak a sock out from under the blankets and drop it on the floor. Splat, it would go, the toe filled with come.
"We milked cows."
"Oh for Christ's sake," I said. She would not let her hand lay still.
"Listen, you horny toad," she said, "I wouldn't touch your prick in here if it grew another six inches. If they caught us pulling a stunt like that they'd send us home in a second."
"That's a good idea," I said. It did sound good, for a minute or two.
"And you know they'd give Dad the reason too. Once they got home you'd be sent off to some military school and I'd be locked up in a convent."
I was disappointed. "You're right," I mumbled. "Why don't you try to develop a little patience?"
"It's hard."
"It usually is," she said, smiling, thinking of something else.
I put the magazine back on the pile and stared at the TV across the room. Kitty on Gunsmoke was saying something to Doc and I wondered idly if she ever visited him for gynecology problems.
"Let me tell you about milking the cows."
"Why not?" I said.
"Cow tits are like four little pricks hanging out of their bag. Every time I gave a pull on one I imagined it was a prick. The girls all thought it was funny. We all had the same idea. The only thing wrong was that the pricks never got hard."
"Is that a fact?"
"They came all the time, though. Squirted right into the bucket and finally filled it up. I put my finger in the milk and licked a little. It was warm and tasty, like your sperm."
Leslie was always smarter than me. She had given me a hard-on just by talking to me. I had to put the magazine over my lap again. I watched her lips move as she talked and imagined sliding the head of my cock between them, ultimately making the whole shaft disappear into that warm wet place. She licked her lips as if she had the same idea.
I was just getting into her lessons on milking cows when she abruptly got to her feet, laughed once at me in a gentle, sisterly way, and walked to the front of the room to watch Gunsmoke. Her ass moved like always. Her tight round cheeks moved just so on each side of her fine crack, held in firm by her jeans. Just the place for my cock.
I sat for a few minutes until my erection subsided enough for me to walk back into the mess hall. The cook was picking up the dishes. I gave her a big smile and said, "Can I get some more of that rice pudding we had for dessert? It was really good."
"Sure you can, Sonny." She beamed all over as she carried a big stack of dishes into the kitchen. I heard her say to one of the girls who worked on the ranch, "We got a live one in the dining room. He wants you to come again on the rice pudding."
My mouth fell open. The cook breezed out of the kitchen again for the last of the dishes. She smiled at me. I was beginning to like her.
My second helping of rice pudding was brought by an innocent little girl I had seen a couple times in the kitchen. She was about fifteen or sixteen and wore jeans, boots, and a red checkered shirt. Her blonde hair was shorter and had more gold in it than Leslie's did. She was cute but she hardly looked like she could come on anything, let alone my rice pudding. She put it in front of me with a smile.
I looked at her again. I imagined the curly darker blonde hair around her snatch, just beginning to grow thick. As she walked back to the kitchen I put a spoonful of pudding into my mouth, my eyes on her ass. She really was very cute and I began to imagine her riding my prick with her jeans off but her boots still on. The image went nicely with my pudding.
After Gunsmoke, the skinny owner of the ranch stood up to make a speech. He began with his squeaky laugh and ended it the same way. The gist of it was that on Monday we would begin coed classes. It was something I could look forward to, anyway. We would begin classes in swimming, horseback riding, fishing, and forest planting.
I watched the little waitress who stood in the kitchen door to listen to the speech. I thought how nice it would be to spread rice pudding on her snatch then eat it off, eating until her legs wrapped my head like her favorite saddle.
The owner's idea of coed classes was not the same as mine.
Swimming class was held with all the kids sitting on tiers along the lake side while one of the female wardens and the cowboy from New Jersey gave swimming exhibitions forty feet away. The owner stood on the bank in front of us, a wooden pointer in his hand like an algebra teacher. He never pointed the stick at anything, just waved it around in the air once in a while. For a summer camp, this place reminded me of January.
Things promised to get better when everybody got on horses and we rode into the mountains. Some of the lads were really bad riders so we went pretty slow.
About the middle of the afternoon, we came to a wide place in the mountain stream and suddenly coeducation came to an end.
The female warden, built like a state penitentiary, headed all the girls over a ridge and through the brush and timber. The boys stayed at the wide spot, stripped down to nothing, and jumped in the water. Leslie told me later that the girls did the same thing at another secluded spot. The girls had looked back wistfully as they were led away and we imagined them pining, as we took off our clothes, for our pricks.
Most everybody could swim and not from watching the demonstrations either. Some of the kids who were the poorest riders were the best swimmers. We did have a lot of fun, jumping in and out of the cold water. Big flat rocks lay along the river and we stretched out on them to dry out under the sun. It was a warm, bright day and we lay on the rocks and talked about what the girls were doing on their side of the hill.
One guy, Freddy, from Indianapolis, made a fool of himself walking around looking at everybody's cocks, the way our pricks swung from side to side as we walked and how our balls were snugged up tight in their sacks from the cold water. He pretended he wasn't staring, but we knew he was.
After awhile we got dressed and got our horses and as if by magic the girls showed up, dried and dressed, and we all started back for the ranch for supper. Leslie waved to me from where she rode beside the girl who worked in the kitchen. They'd given her the day off, I guessed, and she and Les had become friends right away because they were the two prettiest girls in camp. Leslie really was beautiful, all tanned and smiling, her hair still wet from the river but tucked under her hat.
That night, an hour after supper, they let everybody go swimming in the lake where we had had the demonstrations. The Jersey cowboy seemed to be in charge and walked around in the mess hall before we went to the lake wearing nothing but a towel around his neck and a tiny red bikini that showed the top of the hairs around his crotch. I determined to get me a suit like that when I got back to California. All the girls watched him, couldn't get their eyes off that hair. If they had seen him naked, as all the boys had seen him that afternoon, they'd have been disappointed because his cock hung down like a piece of twisted rope. All wadded up in that bikini though it really looked like something.
The skinny owner had disappeared but his wife, wandered around, usually with three or four of the youngest boys with her. She reminded me of a mother hen waddling through the chicken yard with chicks always trying to get under her wings.
Everybody wore their suits to swim at night and we boys were really excited as we struggled into our suits in the barracks. We figured we might be able to catch a girl or two in the dark. We were dreamers.
By the time we got to the lake, the Jersey cowboy had turned floodlights on all around the beach. It was almost like day.
At least some of the girls wore bikinis, and that helped.
The guys hung around the girls with the smallest bikinis and played silly kid games. I had to find Leslie. I looked all over. The more I looked the madder I got. It was almost as if she had stood me up. I was just about ready to give up looking when I saw her eyes laughing at me over the edge of the diving float. She had been waiting for me.
I slipped into the water beside her. We were on the opposite side from the shore and nobody on shore could see us and the few kids who were on the float could only see our heads.
Leslie sank a little in the water so her mouth filled. She rose up and let the water trickle out over her lower lip. "Larry," she whispered, "I don't have the bottom of my suit on."
I had a bad time pulling my suit off without letting the kids on the float know what I was doing, without drowning myself, and without dropping the suit to the bottom of the lake. I was afraid to let it dangle around my knees for fear it would just slide off my feet and get lost. I hung it over the logs under the float. As I did, I found Leslie's bikini bottom hanging there too.
My hand went at once to her snatch. She laughed gently so she wouldn't attract too much attention and floated her body up to wrap her ankles around my waist. I dove my head under water and blew bubbles against her cunt. Raising my head for breath, I replaced the bubbles with my fingers, played in her open cunt like fishes nibbling at her clit. She came right away, writhed slowly back and forth, her ankles loosing the grip on my waist. She pushed her body toward me until her crotch was against my stomach.
When she finished, she sank down for a drink of water. She paddled to me again, water dribbling over her lower lip in a very sexy way. She paddled around behind me. Right now we didn't care what anybody on the float thought.
Her tits pressed against my back. The top of her bikini was so flimsy and wet that it didn't matter that it was on since her nipples, erect from the water and from her coming, stood firmly against my shoulder blades.
She slid her hands in front of me, moved down my front holding her body close against mine, and cupped my tight balls in her left hand, pushed her bushy crotch against my ass, and began pumping my stiff cock with her right. I floated in the water and let her hands do what they wanted with my body. When I felt like I was ready to come she slacked off my prick and let me cool off a little. Then she started again, slower.
"Larry," she whispered in my ear, her lips cool from the water, "I'm going to get fucked."
I wanted to turn around and take her in my arms, but she held my cock and wouldn't let me.
"I got a date tomorrow night to sneak out of the bunkhouse and meet that tall cowboy who's in charge of us tonight."
"Oh shit," I said, trying to keep my voice down. "He's no cowboy. He's a jerk from New Jersey."
"I don't care," she hissed, splashing water in my ear. She nipped my cock with her nails. "All the girls know he's from New Jersey. I don't care. As far as
I'm concerned, he's a cowboy. He's in Montana. He's older than me. He's been talking to me for three days trying to get me to come out at night and meet him. Well, I'm going to. He's got a prick between his legs and he's going to fuck me and get my cherry. When I get back to school, I can tell the girls I gave it to a Montana cowboy. I don't have to tell them he's from New Jersey."
"I hope you're not disappointed," I said.
"If I am, will you make it up to me?"
She tightened her grip on my cock and jacked faster and faster. "Yes," I promised. "Even if you're not disappointed, I'll make it up to you."
I imagined we might talk the folks into going to Lake Powell without us. With Leslie no longer a virgin, maybe she would let me slide my prick into her as long as I did not come in her. That was all it took, for me in the lake. I came in spurts right in the water, my come floating lazily to the surface like little white oil slicks.
Leslie milked the last of it out of my prick, gave it a little tap with her fingers, and said, "Just like a cow."
We swam apart and struggled into our suits. It is not easy getting a tight swimming suit on while you tread water and a semi hard-on is in the way.
We climbed onto the float. The other kids looked at us, grinning. They knew we were twins and probably figured that twins sometimes did funny things together.
The rest of the evening we dove and swam and splashed around and had a good time. I walked along the bank once with Les. "Good luck," I said. "I hope he's got everything you want."
"You'd better get screwed soon, Larry. I'm going to want you when we get home."
I looked at the other girls but they did not interest me. The little waitress was there, but she seemed too pert, too cute for me to simply think I could fuck her out back of the barn. I didn't think I could take the time necessary to woo her, to seduce her. Leslie had spoiled me for that.
That night I slept the sleep of the well fucked, having had my first come in over two weeks. Before I dozed off I saw Freddy hanging around in the lavatory that also had communal showers in it, but I thought nothing of it. In the morning I woke up with a head ache. The entire day after Leslie told me her plans I was miserable.
The idea of Les with that goddamn New Jersey drugstore cowboy almost killed me. Well, I tried to think, I don't give a damn. It was what she wanted. What did it matter to me what cock or whose opened her maidenhead to my own stiff dick. What he would burst with his crooked pole I would repair with my well oiled shaft when Les and I got back home and climbed into her fine bed again under her pink canopy. Or when we watched the late movie in the TV room. I remembered the couch there and thought how pleasant it was going to be laying across Leslie's stomach, her feet high in the air over my ass, as my prick slid without resistance into her warm, moist open cunt. We could fuck when we got home until our backs broke.
CHAPTER FOUR
I thought I could take the idea of the cowboy fucking Leslie if I could just keep the finer image in my mind of Les on her back on her own pink bed, but the more I thought of it the more jealous I got and the more I sulked.
I didn't even enjoy the swim at the end of the day's trail ride because I kept watching the Jersey cowboy's prick swing back and forth like a lazy rope sticking out of the skimpy hairs around his crotch. I kept imagining Leslie and the other girls splashing around naked on the other side, of the hill, her cunt probably already moist for this red headed cowboy's dong. I did not think he was going to give my sister a nice fuck at all.
I told myself not to give a damn. If he just broke her maidenhead to where she was no longer a virgin, that should be good enough.
I volunteered to help in the kitchen that night. Just to keep busy. I felt like I had been kicked in the balls.
My little waitress, whose name was Lacy, was there, and I helped her dry dishes. The cook, whose name was Mrs. Leroy, bustled around us doing kitchen things, wiping tables and counter tops. Lacy wanted a job on the ranch again the next summer so she worked hard. I watched her slim, young, hardly formed little ass move back and forth across the kitchen and I imagined what I was missing somewhere out in the woods.
Right now Leslie was probably sucking for all she was worth on the red headed pecker's prick. Then she would transfer it to her warm cunt where it would go where mine had never been. I just hoped she did not let him eat her cunt, as I had done. I did not mind the idea of licking around Leslie where his prick had been, but I did not want his mouth down there.
With my mind out in the woods, I was poor company for Lacy. She disappeared soon to her room. I moped around the mess hall, wanted neither more dessert, nor the TV, nor company.
Mrs. Leroy, when she finished work, took me by the arm and led me, like she might have a sick boy to whom she planned to feed castor oil, out to the porch where she plunked me down on a wooden swing that hung on squeaky chains. She sat down beside me. Her perfume smelled motherly, like a woman.
She asked me questions like was I homesick, did I miss my mother, did I want some milk. She really was nice, even if old and leathery and sort of fat.
You can imagine my surprise when, after only a few minutes of passing the evening together, while I rocked the swing with one foot on the floor and the other propped up on the porch railing, I discovered that Mrs. Leroy's hand was in my lap and my cock was responding.
Her hand grew more bold when she realized that I was not going to get excited and run away in fright. She never once stopped her string of pleasant conversation. She talked like a junior high school counselor might talk to me in the principal's office.
When my cock was stiff, she unzipped my jeans and slid her hand inside. She knew just how to unzip a sitting boy's pants, so I suspected that she was an old hand at this kind of thing. Excuse the pun.
Well, even Leslie had seldom given me such a hand job. She began by barely touching my prick all along its length, then working her hand up to my waist to slip inside my shorts.
I spread my legs a bit. I didn't want to make it too obvious if somebody came strolling along. I kept the swing moving back and forth, squeaking.
She dallied around my cock hairs awhile, then worked my prick around to point up at my belly button. She had just started moving her hand up and down along the underside of my prick when three boys from my bunkhouse passed by.
None of them could see her hand in my pants, but I got the feeling that they all knew what was happening. I believed all of a sudden that they had all visited the squeaky swing one time or another for Mrs. Leroy's ministrations.
When the boys were around the comer, she asked, "Your name is Larry, isn't it? From California?"
I nodded, urging her with my hips to get back to work on my cock.
She began stroking it again. She told me how she had always wanted sons of her own but had had only girls. What she had wanted most was a young son of her own so she could have a prick around to play with whenever she wanted it. She liked young boy's pricks very much, she said. "Yours is especially nice, and well developed."
I got an idea. If Leslie could fuck the red headed Jersey cowboy with the crooked cock, I certainly could fuck Mrs. Leroy with leather skin. If that happened, when we got home neither of us would be virgins. We might even be able to fuck on the plane, if we were lucky enough to get a night flight and it wasn't crowded.
"Mrs. Leroy," I said, almost afraid to ask her, "do you like it well enough to do something more with it?"
"Oh, my boy," she said, "don't say any more."
I thought I'd lost any chance I might have had.
She didn't say another word. She jacked on my cock until I almost came, them primly removed her hand from my pants. When she thought my cock had calmed down, she reached over and zipped up my pants. She took over the rocking of the swing and made it go back and forth much faster than I had. Her hands lay in her lap like they'd never touched anything but knitting all her life.
"Tomorrow night. Eleven o'clock. The barn."
My heart missed a few beats. "Mrs. Leroy, I want to ... "
She interrupted, "Don't say anything. I have to help your mother with you. Obviously she hasn't finished her job."
She sounded mad, but I still considered it an offer to fuck and didn't pay any attention to the sound of her voice.
"Tomorrow night," she repeated. "Eleven o'clock. The barn. Come alone."
"Yes, Ma'am."
She got to her feet. "Now go to bed. Get plenty of sleep."
I went to my bunkhouse. I took a leak with Freddy watching me. I shook my prick at him and went past him and got into bed and went to sleep. I forgot about Leslie and the cowboy. I slept like a log.
In the morning, at breakfast, Leslie flashed me a V sign. V for Victory.
We were separated most of the day. We went on the coed trail ride that ended in the usual non-coed swimming, the girls on one side of the bluff and the boys on this side.
I watched the New Jersey cowboy's prick. It seemed just as crooked as before. I did not like to think of it pushed into my sister. The guy hung around me a little more than usual, probably because he thought my face resembled the girl he'd fucked the night before. Then he slapped me on my bare ass and dove into the water.
Riding back to the ranch, Leslie guided her horse over alongside mine. Lacy was with her again, but Les told her she wanted to talk to her brother. Lacy's breasts were small but firm and she wore her usual red checkered shirt over them. She said, "All right, Leslie. I'll go on ahead. See you later."
It was peculiar, but the last thing she said I felt was directed more to me than to Les. Les was so excited about telling me about her adventure that she didn't notice.
"All right, Les," I said, "how did it go?"
"It's not me, you fool, that I'm excited about. It's you. I heard about you and Mrs. Leroy on the swing last night."
"You did?"
"Sure. All the girls know she sits boys there with her and jacks them off."
"She didn't jack me off," I insisted. I was a little embarrassed by that part of it. I stared at Les, surprised by how much these dumb-looking little girls around camp know about things.
"She fucks too," Les said, her mouth a wide grin. Nobody could hear us talking as we rode along the trail, so we didn't even try to keep our voices down.
"She does?" I said. I had wanted to surprise Les with the loss of my cherry.
"Come on. She propositioned you, didn't she?"
"All right. Yes, she did. I'll get to fuck her tonight in the barn, probably."
"Then you won't be a virgin either."
"That's right."
She smiled, settled her ass snugly against her saddle. "That'll be nice."
I asked, "Did you get your ass fucked last night?" She beamed over at me. "Not my ass, but I got my cunt fucked. I'm not a virgin anymore. I beat you to it, brother."
"That's okay. I'll fuck Mrs. Leroy tonight and we'll have each other all winter. What was it like? Did that goddamn drugstore cowboy do all right by my twin sister?"
"Fucking is fine, Larry. You're going to like it."
"It's as good as sucking?"
"Just as good. Different, better, but different. It's nice that we re both going to go home fucked, isn't it."
"Things sure are working out a little better than we thought they were going to."
She drew her horse closer to mine and we rode along side by side, occasionally bumping knees. "Can I tell you about it?" she asked.
"I want to know." I dropped one hand into my lap as if it was steadying me on the saddle. Any kid who happened to see my hand there would be too busy worrying about staying on his own saddle to realize that my fingers were in my fly.
Leslie noticed. "You're like a little kid, always having to have somebody's, even your own, hand on your prick."
"I just never grew up, Sis."
"I wish it was in my hand. Anyway, it will be soon enough. You ready for my story?"
I found my prick and rode with it resting on my fingers. "Yup," I said.
Leslie's voice dropped to a low, husky tone, as if she was talking into the ear of a man who was slipping something stiff between her legs.
"I had a hell of a time getting out of the bunkhouse. That big warden who sits up all night kept her light on. She reads comic books. As soon as she dozed off I got up like I had to go to the bathroom. I never took my clothes off so I was ready to go. There wasn't anybody in the bathroom, but I don't think I'd have stopped if there had been. I wiggled out the window. I had my bathrobe on over my clothes and when I got outside I stashed it under that big clump of sagebrush right under the window. I started heading out for the spot where Jersey and I planned to meet. Guess who I almost ran into when I went past the barn?"
"Who?"
"Mrs. Leroy, that's who. She came tiptoeing across the corral from the house like the mouse in a Tom & Jerry cartoon. Anybody could have seen her because of the moon. She even had her hat on. She went into the barn and pretty soon I heard voices. She had some kid in there with her. His voice hadn't even changed yet. She told him he wasn't supposed to come so early and he started to cry. She was cheering him up when I figured I'd heard enough. I was late for my own date, and that poor kid was early.
"I beat it into the brush as fast as I could. I met Jersey in that gully on the other side of the milk barn. That son of a bitch has a mattress stashed out there. One of the thin ones from one of the bunkhouses. He keeps it rolled up in a plastic tarp and hidden in a tree. He was just spreading it out when I got there. He didn't say a word. He spread a clean sheet over the mattress, an ironed one. I started to talk to him about the moon or something. I was pretty nervous. He just took off his big hat, curled me into his arms, and gave me a long kiss like it was the end of a cowboy movie. It wasn't the end at all, it was just the beginning.
"He stood me back then at arms' length and dropped his hat and looked me all over there in that moonlight. Then he turned me around and felt all over my ass, then turned me around facing him again. He unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it up out of my pants. His hands went around my waist and up my ribs and over my tits. His thumbs worked my nipples until they were standing straight up. He dropped my shirt off my shoulders and pulled my hands up over my head. I laced my fingers together and held my hands on top of my head while he ran his hands down across my tits into my crotch. His hands were awfully calloused, but very sweet. He unbuckled my belt and opened my pants, hooked his thumbs in my panties and slid everything down at the same time, down to my knees. My knees were shaking, I was so nervous. I wanted him to get his pants off so I could see his cock. I was getting tired of how slow he was going, but it was sexy the way he slid my pants down and my cunt was already getting wet. He put his hands on my cunt and my ass and guided me down onto the mattress. When my cunt opened a little as I squatted down he slid his fingers through it. He unlaced my boots and took them off, then pulled off my pants. He took all his own clothes off then and stood over me with his hands on his hips. He had a nice cock. It wasn't as thick as yours, Larry, but it was longer. It was crooked just a little. Just as I reached up to get my hands on it he bent down and turned me over. I was like putty. He could do anything to me that he wanted. He just molded me.
"He pulled my ass up and spread my knees apart. I wasn't sure what he was going to do, but I was willing to let him do it. I knew I was going to lose my cherry and I just wanted him to get on with it.
"All of a sudden I felt something wet. He was licking me, Larry, like some animal would have done a bitch he was about to fuck. He sniffed my ass, licked my cunt. He wasn't a good licker, like you, Larry. He never once touched my clit. I don't think he knew it was there. Finally he stopped and I felt something nudging my cunt and I knew he had started to fuck me.
"I wanted to reach back and guide it into the right place but I didn't think he wanted that. It was like he had forgotten that I was a real, live girl. I was just something for him to fuck. I wiggled my ass to help him in the right direction and I felt the tip of his cock slide into my cunt. It hit against my hymen and he pushed harder. He held his fists on my back, clenched like he wanted to pound on me. Then I realized what he was doing.
"He was a stallion mounting a filly. He was fucking me like a horse.
"As soon as I realized that, I felt a lot better and knew how to help him. I braced myself on my elbows and pushed my ass back against him. My cunt opened and it gave him the right angle. He pushed in hard with his cock and I felt my cherry stretching. It really wanted to bust. He eased off a little, fucked back and forth a bit, lubricating the end with my juices and pushed hard again. He did it several times, stretching me a little more each time. It didn't hurt much. I pushed my ass up toward him and he bore down with his prick and then it happened.
"I felt it giving and knew that was it, it was all over. He kept coming in, further and further. He pulled back, then came on. My ass went up to meet him and he slipped all the way in just like he belonged there. It was incredible the way I just took all of his cock into me, like I just sucked him right in. His cock seemed to swell inside me and fill me all the way up. He gave me a very good fucking. In and out, in and out, back and forth. It is really a beautiful thing. Larry, you're going to like fucking. I can't wait to get you in bed at home."
My own prick was stiff and my fingers played with its length. I wanted to get her home in bed too. Or just off these horses into the brush somewhere. "That's all there was to it?" I asked.
"No, there was a lot more." Her face was flushed as if she was getting fucked right now on her saddle. "I started moaning like I do sometimes with you and it only made him more excited. He pumped faster and just as I thought he'd come he would slow down and almost stop. He pulled almost all the way out of me a few times and I was afraid he was going to stop but he came sliding back in like he couldn't stay away. It's too bad, Larry, that you can never know what it's like to have a prick fucking up and down inside your cunt. A prick is the most wonderful thing a man has on his body.
"All of a sudden, Jersey started really fucking fast and I started coming. I pushed as hard as I could with my ass. My cunt opened as much as it could for him. My stomach muscles kept working, squeezing his prick as he fucked. His balls banged against the top of my cunt and I couldn't help reaching back and catching them, pushing them against my cunt, and I squeezed them like I'd squeeze a peach and he started coming. He pushed into me with every inch of cock he had and shot his come into me. I felt it splashing in me. Spurt after spurt. I fucked him too, Larry. I couldn't help it. I was coming myself and wanted to fuck him as much as he was fucking me.
"As soon as he finished he reared back like a horse and pulled out of me. I rolled over so he could get at my cunt again but he wasn't interested. Honest, he reared back on his knees and pawed his fists in the air like a stallion. His prick was still hard and waved around in front of him. It shined in the moonlight, covered with our come. He whinnied then, like a horse. Honest. He really thought he was a stallion. He pawed around in the air like Trigger. It was funny, but I didn't laugh. All I wanted was more of that prick.
"I didn't pay any more attention to his crazy antics. I got up to where I could get that prick in my mouth and started sucking on it. It was the first time I had tasted my own juices on somebody's prick. There wasn't any blood. I don't think I bled at all. It was a very beneficial and simple maiden fuck. I tasted my juices off your mouth, but somehow it is better off a prick. More real. Anyway, Jersey stopped being a horse when he realized his prick was in my mouth.
"He took my head between both hands and started fucking my mouth. His prick came right back to its full strength and I was afraid he would try to push it all into my mouth but he was careful not to shove too much in. Finally I let it go and went under him and sucked on his balls. I could take both of them in my mouth at the same time. Then I sucked his prick again. I liked the little curve it had. He leaned over my head, wrapped his hands in my hair, and fucked my mouth like he was humping the mare again and he came real fast. Not as strong as before but just as nice.
"He lay down beside me and I hinted that I wanted him to eat my cunt but he ignored me. His prick went as soft as baby skin. He went to sleep."
I took my hand out of my pants and zipped up. We weren't far from the corrals and I wanted to be able to dismount with dignity.
"Well, I was beside myself," Leslie said. "I almost came to find you but then I thought I couldn't come in the bunkhouse after you. The guys would never have let up on you for a minute if I pulled a stunt like that."
"I wouldn't have cared."
"I couldn't do that. I lay back on the mattress beside that sleeping cowboy. He just gets too much pussy, I guess. He probably fucks half the girls every summer. He was useless to me by now with his limp prick hanging over his hip. I lay on my back and stuck both hands in my cunt and fucked myself. It was rather nice jacking off like that under the stars. I imagined having you come along and find me, take my hands out of my cunt and stick your prick in instead.
"Then I got up and came back to the bunkhouse. I didn't even put my bathrobe back on. I went right into the bathroom and took a shower and went to bed. Nobody bothered me."
"Tell you what, Les. Why don't I stand Mrs. Leroy up tonight? Why don't we go fuck instead?"
"Trust me, please. I don't care if you have to fuck the oldest hag in the West. Or the youngest girl. I just don't want you fucking me for your first time. I have a hang up about it. Call me prudish, if you want."
"No, I won't call you prudish."
"Once you've fucked somebody else, we'll have plenty of time. I'm ready for you now. I've had my Montana cowboy and that's enough memory for me. Now I'm ready for real fucking and until I find somebody else you're the one who's going to give it to me."
"All right," I finally said. "I'll fuck the old lady. But don't be surprised if I shake you out of bed tonight and drag you into the woods. We're going home in another week and I don't give a damn what the other girls in your bunkhouse think about our morals."
CHAPTER FIVE
Mrs. Leroy winked at me once during supper, but otherwise gave me no sign that she even remembered our date. Despite how brave I might have sounded to Leslie, I was nervous a little and kind of anxious for the whole thing to get started.
I didn't hang around the lodge to watch TV or even to listen to the Jersey cowboy's tales about mountain lions eating girls that strayed too far into the woods at night. The bunkhouse was empty when I got to it so I took a shower and lay down under my sheet to take a nap. I'd wake up, I thought, when the guys trooped in to go to bed.
Something bothered me in my dream. My prick stood out in front of me five or six feet. Whenever I tried to walk I had to carry it with both hands. Everybody admired it and licked the end but nobody wanted such a long thing stuck into them. Then some stranger I'd never seen before tried to get the whole thing in their mouth and I watched my long prick slide slowly between their lips, the whole thing slipping down their throat.
Somebody was in bed with me. I woke up and felt a hand press on my stomach, holding me gently back on the bed. The lights were out. Whoever the somebody was in bed with me, I was getting sucked off.
I lay back to enjoy it. I thought for a minute Leslie had snuck into the bunkhouse to eat my virgin cock one last time.
The mouth slid up and down over me. Then seemed to suck me right into her mouth until I was against the back of her throat. A hand slid around my balls and rolled them gently in their sack, a finger eased past my balls and along the crack of my ass.
My hand went automatically to the back of the head of whoever was sucking on me and the long hair tumbled over my hand. It was a girl, a camper I had never even noticed.
She came on stronger so I wouldn't ask her to quit. No chance of that. She sucked harder than Leslie ever had. Her mouth was very good for sucking. I couldn't imagine who it was, but she must have come into the bunkhouse where I lay naked, dreaming of Mrs. Leroy, and when she saw my hard prick had not been able to resist it. I wondered suddenly how late it was and if I had missed my date.
I was about to push her away when she licked her middle finger and went back down on me with her mouth. Her wet finger traced over my balls, drawn up tight in their sack, down to my ass again, and she worked it into me.
Nobody had ever done that with me before. I wasn't sure she could do it. I was still innocent about a lot of things. It felt so good that my mind went a little haywire and I took her head between both my hands and held her face tight against my crotch.
I rose off the bed in an arch with my legs apart and she fucked her finger in and out of my ass, like a narrow prick. Then she fucked it in as far as it would go and moved the end of it up and down my rectum.
I had an incredible orgasm. I didn't care if anybody else was in the bunkhouse, I didn't care if the Montana State Police came to haul us all away, I didn't care about anything except the very end of my cock shooting my come as far as I could possibly shoot it. It leaped out of me like the first time Leslie sucked me off. For a minute, I didn't care if I never fucked Mrs. Leroy, or Leslie, or anybody.
And it was over, suddenly. I collapsed onto the bed again. She took her finger out of my ass. She licked the head of my prick to get all my come. She kissed my belly button and my balls and pulled the sheet over me. I noticed that she was dressed.
I started to ask her something but she put her finger to her lips. "Ssshhh." She pointed to the end of the bunkhouse where some other kid was sleeping I whispered, "What time is it?"
She smiled, licked her lips. Her whisper was as gentle as a kiss. "Ten."
"Wait," I whispered. I couldn't thank her, and I couldn't tell her how good it had been. I wanted to say something nice, but she put her finger over my lips. I managed to whisper, "Can you wake me up at eleven?"
She nodded.
"Please don't forget. It's important."
"I'll remember." She petted my crotch through the sheet. "I'll wake you up." She stood up. "Thanks so much. It was really nice. I appreciate it." And she was gone.
She thanks me.
It was a lesson, I thought. If I had thanked her, it would have put her in an awkward position. She had done it to me. Not me to her. So she is the one who thanks. If I had asked her to suck me, I'd have to say thanks.
It was something important to remember in dealing with a sex partner and it was fresh in my mind as I drifted back to solid sleep.
I didn't dream. I may not even have moved for the next hour. I lay flat, slept, while my body revived itself, refreshed itself, and when someone touched my shoulder at eleven I was awake at once.
I sat up in bed. The room was full of the sounds of my sleeping bunkmates. My silent, unknown, beautiful friend padded quietly past the rows of sleeping boys and out the door. I wondered how many other times she had been there, times when I was asleep.
I got dressed, wondering when and where I would meet her again. I never saw her again. I never recognized her among the girl campers and she never came to my bed again. I forgot her in the rush of events that followed, but I remembered her later, when I was older, and I wondered about strangers who suck in the night and never emerge, are never seen again, like bows of ships kissing in the dark passage and going on then to opposite sides of the ocean.
Mrs. Leroy was waiting in the barn. As soon as I swung the big door closed behind me, she emerged through the black and touched me.
"I thought you'd never get here," she said, her hands running over my shirt.
"I ... I...." My voice quivered. I was surprised at it. I was going to get a piece of ass. I was glad then that my mysterious stranger had taken me first, because it meant I would be able to give Mrs. Leroy a better fuck. "I took a nap," I finally said.
"I'm glad." Her voice was warm. In the dark, her voice did not sound old at all.
My eyes were gradually getting used to the blackness and I could faintly make out the stalls as she led me toward the hay mow. I made out the gray ring of hair around her head. "I couldn't come out until everybody was asleep."
"It's all right," she said. "You're not really late. I was just anxious."
I felt hay under my feet. The moon gave a yellow glow over this part of the barn, where it shone through the opening in the mow. I glanced at Mrs. Leroy and saw that she was the same color all over, faintly golden, and as she turned toward me two dark spots appeared on her breasts and a darker patch at the bottom of her stomach. She was naked already.
I reached out to touch her and slid my hands over her breasts, down her sides, to her ass. She was surprisingly firm. Probably from the hard work she did all day, and the constant fucking she probably did every night with the kids. That kind of schedule could keep anybody in shape.
I quivered when she unbuttoned my shirt.
"Don't be nervous now, son. Everybody has a first time."
"I've thought about fucking you all day."
"That's nice. Larry, isn't it? You'll be in me soon, now, Larry. Just be patient."
When my shirt was off she kissed my nipples, then raised her face to lass my neck and my mouth. Her tongue went into me and mine followed hers back. She drew away. "You'll be very nice." Her hand found my prick and began kneading it through my pants. It grew very fast. "This will be nice, so nice," she said.
Unbuckling my belt, I pushed my pants down all at once. I should have taken my boots off first because it was hard to get them off with my pants around my ankles. I managed it, however.
As soon as I was naked, Mrs. Leroy squatted in front of me and kissed the tops of my feet, kissed up my calves and thighs to my balls, slipped my cock in her mouth. She pulled me down beside her on a quilt she thoughtfully had spread over the hay.
I dove one hand into her crotch. She was already wet. Her hairs were not curly and stiff like Leslie's but longer, softer. I slid her cunt lips apart and my fingers slipped into her cunt. She rose on my hand. Her ass swung over me as I lay on my back and she raised my cock to meet my fingers and I felt the head of my cock slip between her cunt lips.
My hands came away, reached around and took her breasts. I raised my hips as she guided my prick into her, lowered herself slowly onto me.
The sensations on all sides of my prick were completely wonderful. I slid slowly into her cunt until I was in as far as I could go, our pubic bones touched, our hair mingled, I pulled out slightly and went in again and began the first real fuck of my life.
In and out my hips went, my cock sliding on wonderfully greased skin, feeling the sensations all along its length as it contacted the inside of her cunt. I rose up to her and she came down on me.
Our bodies worked together with incredible cooperation.
She lay down easily on me and rolled over, pulling me with her.
Then I was over her in the basic position, her legs around my ass to grip my lower body, her cunt muscles squeezing my cock. My balls bounced against her ass.
"It's in me," she half sighed, half whispered. "Your young, hard virgin prick is in me. You're going to come in me like you've never jacked off. You're fucking me oh so well."
I kissed her, shoved my tongue in her mouth to close hers. She kept talking around it but her voice was only murmurs, like moans.
We seemed to flow together, when my ass went back her hips came to meet me as I drove down again. I threw my cock as far into her as I could, my balls squirming against her like they wanted in her too. Back and forth, back and forth, until she started moving sideways slightly, just a slight variation, and it excited me so much that I couldn't hold it anymore. My hands cupped the cheeks of her ass and pushed her crotch even tighter against my thrusting hips and I came like I wanted to fill her brain.
She writhed on my prick, gasped like it was a wonderful spear that had impaled her and she wanted more.
She kissed the side of my neck and ear. I was a virgin no more. I had fucked. It was behind me now.
Surprisingly, I felt very tender toward Mrs. Leroy. She had been a very nice fuck. I thought if I was lucky she'd let me do it again tonight.
I stroked her back when she sat up. She held my prick in her hand. "I love young cocks," she said. "They're so strong, so firm. They are so eager." She kissed me and took my balls in her other hand.
"Thank you, Larry," she said. She caressed the inside of my thighs. "Are you warm enough?"
"Yes," I said. "It's very nice in here." It was as close as I came to thanking her, or showing any appreciation. I think she understood.
She bent over me and took the tender head of my prick in her mouth. It stopped being tender in just a few seconds.
I thought I heard the squeak of the barn door. Mrs. Leroy rested her hand on my chest and I lay back. If we were caught, I thought, it was too late to get up now.
She licked down the bottom of my prick and around my balls.
I slid my hand between her legs and she squatted over it. The lips of her cunt spread so that my palm could almost fit between them. My middle finger touched her asshole and I thought of sliding it in, maybe doing to her what had been done to me earlier.
Somebody stepped onto the straw.
I jerked my hand away and tried to sit up but Mrs. Leroy pushed me back. Somebody stood at our feet. I was suddenly afraid it was the owner with a pitchfork, or another of Mrs. Leroy's boy fuckers turned insanely jealous.
Instead of the cold, killing tines of a pitchfork, we got instead a warm, fresh, innocent sounding voice, "Sorry I'm late. I wanted to finish watching a program."
Oh my God, it was Lacy!
CHAPTER SIX
"We started without you, honey," Mrs. Leroy said. "Hope you don't mind."
I lay back on the quilt as if I was sprawled out in heaven. Mrs. Leroy fingered my prick and it seemed to just grow and grow and grow.
"You know Lacy, don't you, Larry?"
I could see in the golden moon glow very well now. Lacy wore her boots and jeans and checkered shirt with that blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. "Yes, I know her," I said. Strangely, even though I was stark naked and Mrs. Leroy's hand was around my stiff penis, I felt no embarrassment at all. I smiled at Lacy as if I had just met her in the kitchen. "Hi," I said cheerfully.
"Hi, yourself," she answered, just as cheerfully. "This is Lacy's second summer here," Mrs. Leroy explained. "I think she'll come back next summer too."
"If she does, I might come back myself."
Mrs. Leroy gave my pecker a squeeze. '1 wouldn't mind it if you did."
We both watched Lacy sit down on a saddle someone had carelessly left lying on the hay. She crossed her legs to pull off her boots. I imagined her sweet little cunt opening slightly inside her jeans. She said nothing, simply undressed as efficiently as she served meals in the mess hall. She seemed to be used to undressing in the barn.
I slipped my hand back in Mrs. Leroy's cunt. '1 don't think I understand this, Mrs. Leroy. Why didn't you tell me Lacy would be here too?"
"She's here. Can there be anything more to understand than that?"
Neither of us took our eyes off Lacy.
When she got her boots off, she stood up. Unbuttoning the sleeves and the front of her checkered shirt, she slid it off her arms to drop back on the saddle. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her brassiere and dropped it on her shirt. Her breasts, caught by the golden moon, were small and far apart, not completely formed yet. They were taut as if the skin covering them was slightly stretched. The nipples were firm, larger than a boy's, and wavered ever so softly as Lacy opened her jeans.
Down her smooth white thighs they flowed, gathering her panties with them. I caught a glimpse of her pubis before she stooped to pull her jeans off her ankles. Suddenly she was naked before us, her bush winking from between her legs, the hair darker than her long blonde hair. Just as I had imagined it would be.
Mrs. Leroy, having temporarily forgotten my prick, said, "Don't you like to watch Lacy take off her clothes?"
"Yes," was my answer as my prick rose more to her touch. My eyes were on Lacy's firm stomach, her cunt hairs, her small tits.
She stepped cautiously so she would not stick her feet with the hay and then she was standing on the quilt looking down at us. Her thighs and cunt and belly and tits and mouth were mere inches from us, and my fingers went deeper into Mrs. Leroy's cunt as I raised myself on my elbows to be closer to Lacy's delights.
Mrs. Leroy's free hand travelled swiftly up Lacy's leg and into the mounded hair that protected her sweet cunt. Her pubic hair probably was not as full as it would be some day but it was already thick, curly, and I wanted to get my mouth in it.
Lacy parted her legs slightly to give Mrs. Leroy room to trace her fingers from front to back along the lips of her cunt. Then Mrs. Leroy seemed to lead her by those lips, brought Lacy closer to my prone body, and Lacy stepped over my hips. She smiled down at me past her breasts, her hands resting lightly on her hips.
Mrs. Leroy raised my prick and pointed it like a hard finger up at Lacy. Then, as if Lacy's body was controlled by wires extending from her brain down through her cunt through Mrs. Leroy's fingers to Mrs. Leroy's brain where the decisions were made, Lacy, still straddling my hips, began to lower her crotch toward mine.
I could see Mrs. Leroy's fingers working like four little pricks inside that young cunt. It came down slowly toward me.
The red, swollen end of my cock met those four fingers of Mrs. Leroy. With her other hand holding me straight up, Mrs. Leroy spread Lacy's sweet lips and the head of my cock slipped between them. It was the first time I had touched Lacy, unless we had bumped elbows accidentally while drying the dishes. It was a sweet way to touch.
I didn't think of Mrs. Leroy, or even Leslie. I simply wanted more of my cock inside Lacy; now that our genitals had touched, I wanted our pubic hair to mingle.
Mrs. Leroy understood that, but she also knew that anticipation is often as sweet as the final thing.
She moved the head of my cock along Lacy's cunt, back to front to back again, until I was well lubricated with Lacy's flowing juices. She wanted me to be able to slide easily into this girl my own age or slightly younger, who obviously was more of a fucker than I was.
Lacy kept smiling. She moved her bottom just enough to let me know she was anxious for my cock and was enjoying the tease, that she wanted Mrs.
Leroy to have her pleasure too, that there was time for us to fuck.
I relaxed, lay flat on my back, and resumed my finger work between Mrs. Leroy's legs. Her thighs were thick, but I did not mind that, since my prick had just met its first teenage cunt.
Mrs. Leroy slipped my swollen organ back to the proper place and moved her hand to the small of Lacy's back and gave Lacy a very gentle downward pressure. Her other hand guided my cock as Lacy's cunt slipped down over it.
Lacy rose once, my prick almost coming all the way out of her. It glistened with her love juices.
She lowered herself again, this time all the way. I was deliciously inside her.
She lay down on my stomach, her little breasts coming into contact with my chest. Taking my hand from Mrs. Leroy, I wrapped my arms around Lacy, both my hands rapidly moving down her back to hold her ass, those firm tight cheeks I had watched so often inside the jeans.
Our mouths met as suddenly, our tongues sweeping each other's lips. My mouth opened like a cunt and her tongue slid in and out of me like a prick. My ass humped into the air, my prick all the way inside her, and she brought her knees up along my hips to squat right down on me.
Holding Lacy's cheeks tight, I pulled up and pushed down in rhythm to my hips. Lacy's cunt gripped me and relaxed for me to pull out then gripped again as I pushed in. She was a delicious fuck. I could not imagine that Leslie, almost a year older, could be any better.
Mrs. Leroy wrapped two fingers around the base of my cock, her palm around my balls. She touched the lips of Lacy's cunt each time we fucked into each other. Her other hand slipped through the open crack of my ass. My knees were in the air so I could pump harder into Lacy and with my ass exposed like that Mrs. Leroy could not resist. With two fingers lubricated from her own vagina, Mrs. Leroy fucked slowly, gently, a little at a time, into my rectum.
I stopped thrusting my hips so fast. Instead, I brought Lacy up and down on me.
Lacy quivered in excitement. She moved her hips from side to side as if trying to shake me out but not once did she rise far enough for my prick to slide completely out. She grasped me around the neck, sucked air through her nose and fucked my mouth with her tongue.
We were soaked with her juices. My cock seemed to swell until it gorged her but she seemed to expand to take all I could give her. My hips came up in a final exultation. Mrs. Leroy's fingers slid rapidly in and out of my ass and I imagined Lacy getting the same sensation from my cock. Her body quivered like the taut string of a bow that has just released its arrow and her tongue shot into my mouth and stayed there as her entire body seemed to open to me as my come raised from somewhere in me to spurt and leap into her body that seemed to quiver further down on my prick so my come could shoot even deeper into her.
I hung with my ass in the air for seconds after it was over, not wanting to release her ass from my grip, not wanting Mrs. Leroy's fingers out of me, not wanting to let go of Lacy's tongue.
Finally I lowered myself, suddenly exhausted. I had been sucked once and fucked twice tonight. I thought it was over for me.
Mrs. Leroy pulled her hand from me and petted Lacy's back. Lacy breathed hard on my chest for a moment, her arms around me. She had a small body but very nicely put together.
Lacy rolled off of me and we lay side by side, resting. Mrs. Leroy sat beside me and caressed my genitals and Lacy's pubic hair.
"That's all tonight, Larry," she said. "You've got to go back to the bunkhouse now."
I straightened the quilt over the hay and lay down again. She passed her hand over my balls. "I don't have to go yet, do I?"
"I don't want you to miss your sleep."
"Can't he stay?" asked Lacy. It was one of the most beautiful phrases I had ever heard.
"He's a growing boy and growing boys need their sleep."
She rolled my prick between her thumb and forefinger. Her other hand nested in Lacy's snatch.
I m not tired," I said. "I had a long nap before I came out."
"Lacy needs her sleep too. She's up like this almost every night."
Lacy protested, insisting that she got plenty of rest.
I couldn't get the thought out of my mind that I had been sucked once and fucked twice tonight. I wanted desperately to even the score, at least. I told Mrs. Leroy, "I'm sure it will get hard again in a minute."
"I'm sure it will, honey."
Mrs. Leroy and Lacy protested and insisted back and forth with such a lack of conviction that I began to suspect that this was a nightly ritual with them. That they played it only to tease whatever kid they had selected to be cock of the night. I was delighted that they had picked me and was just as certain that it would be somebody else tomorrow night.
"Please let me stay," I said in as smooth a voice as I could muster. I thought she might have wanted me to beg for it, like a small boy pleading for another cookie. "I had a real good sleep last night and the nap before I came out tonight. I'll be able to get up early tomorrow."
"Oh I know you will," Mrs. Leroy said sweetly. "You have to be up early. You have duty tomorrow. You're on the barn detail."
"But I don't...." then I stopped, realizing all of a sudden that that also was part of the game. I remembered that some of the boys seemed to drop the trail rides, seemed to catch more kitchen duties and work details than the rest of us. They were assigned more wood to chop, more corrals and stables to clean.
Mrs. Leroy explained, "You'll be cleaning and scraping the stalls in the morning, Larry. In the afternoon, you are on lawn detail. You have to mow and rake the lawn around the lodge."
I realized there was no reprieve and no appeal. Work details would be my role from now until we left for home.
So be it. But the refrain kept going through my head, sucked once and fucked twice. I wanted more. If I was going to work my ass off for the next week, I wanted my money's worth. Or my sweat's worth. Or my ball's worth.
"Do you promise you'll get up early tomorrow?" she asked.
"Yes."
Her fingers traced along my soft prick. "What do you say, Lacy?"
"I want him to stay." She touched my hip with her cool hand. It was not calloused and rough like Mrs. Leroy's hand. I remembered the soft, pliant, tight insides of Lacy and wanted her again. Lacy looked at me and parted her lips slightly so I could see her white teeth. She smiled at me.
Mrs. Leroy kissed my cheek. "All right, children," she said as if she was tired of arguing. "You can stay, since you insist. But you will have to pay a certain penalty for your wickedness."
Lacy stopped smiling and looked tired. She looked as if she did not enjoy this part of the evening, but was willing to endure it for some reason. "What penalty?" I asked.
Mrs. Leroy licked my cheek. Suddenly I did not like her as much as I had before. My prick was still limp under her hand and the way she was going it was not going to change.
"You, my darling boy, will have to put your young prick all the way into my ass. That is a very nice way of fucking, when you're my age. Do you think you can do that?"
It was not especially appetizing, but I thought I could if it gave me another taste of Lacy. "If it gets hard again, I will."
"What do you mean, "If? You were pretty cocky before. You said it would get hard again."
"I think it will," I said. It was too bad, but I could see that she was going to make it difficult.
"You've only fucked twice. A boy your age should be able to fuck all night."
She took her other hand from Lacy's snatch and wrapped it around my genitals too. She caressed my prick, rubbed my balls. She licked my ear.
My eyes travelled down her side to where she moved her leg over mine. She wanted me to fuck her ass, badly. I looked up at Lacy and she gave me a quick smile. If it was Lacy's hands around my balls, I did not think I would have any problems.
Mrs. Leroy stopped licking me when I gave her no response. "It's not the only punishment that you have to fuck my ass," she said. "Lacy also has to be punished, if she's going to stay up this late."
"What does she have to do?" I asked. For some reason, I had assumed the role of Lacy's protector. I did not want that sweet little girl with those fine tight breasts and warm, eager cunt to have to do anything she did not want to do.
"She has to clean me up," Mrs. Leroy said. "While you fuck my ass, Lacy must clean my cunt, lick it clean of all signs of my fucking. It's the most gentle punishment I can think of for you children."
By the look on Lacy's face, I knew that she and I were in agreement. "Us children" would much rather have been fucking and eating each other than in performing the duties Mrs. Leroy was assigning us.
"If you don't want to," Mrs. Leroy said, as if reading my mind, "you can always go to bed. There's lots of work to be done tomorrow."
I almost gave in, but the idea of another fuck, no matter what kind, was too attractive to me. After all, I was sixteen and homey. And Lacy probably wanted to do it so she would be sure to be included in future activities.
Lacy's answer was to get down on hands and knees and work her head between Mrs. Leroy's legs. It hurt me to see that blonde, golden head between those fat legs instead of mine.
Mrs. Leroy bent over and took my flaccid prick between her lips like the limp finger of a rubber glove. It responded the same as the finger would have. Nothing.
She tried a number of tricks, but nothing happened.
I lay back and closed my eyes, tried to imagine Leslie sucking on me. Or Lacy. I imagined Leslie and Lacy taking turns sucking on me.
Nothing.
My prick was finished for Mrs. Leroy.
I could hear Lacy licking at her and after more futile tries at my prick Mrs. Leroy simply lay across me and allowed Lacy to lick at her. She held Lacy's head between her fat thighs and rolled from side to side.
I watched Lacy's ass and thought if I was fucking that I would have no problem. But nothing was going to work for Mrs. Leroy and apparently the only way to Lacy again was through Mrs. Leroy's rear end and that did not appeal enough to my prick for it to get up again. I lay simply as a casual spectator and watched as Mrs. Leroy got her rocks off. Lacy looked up when she finished the job. Her cheeks and mouth were shining with Mrs. Leroy's juices. She smiled at me and I wanted very much to fuck her again, but I did not want to fuck Mrs. Leroy again.
All three of us sat up. Lacy and I waited for the ax to fall.
"Get dressed," Mrs. Leroy said. Her voice was cold. She was insulted that I hadn't been able to get it up for her again.
Lacy found a towel that had been folded near the quilt and cleaned herself off. She passed it to me and I did the same. Mrs. Leroy got to her feet and walked to the stall where she had left her clothes. She had a pan of water there and Lacy and I heard her splashing herself, then the rustle of clothes.
Lacy took her pants off the saddle and pulled them on. It hurt me to see her white ass disappear into the blue jeans. I pulled my own pants on and stood beside her as I buttoned my shirt.
Lacy said, "She's pissed off at you."
I knew I had only one chance. "Do you sleep in the same room with her?" I whispered.
"No," came the answer.
I kicked hay around to cover the sound of our whispers. "Meet me in the lodge after she's gone to sleep." I held my breath, waiting for the reply.
It did not come, because Mrs. Leroy emerged from the stall and stood beside us. "I'm sorry I got angry," she said. She and I were dressed by then and we waited while Lacy pulled on her boots. "I've just never seen a young boy who could only go twice. Larry, maybe you should see a doctor."
I nodded, shuffled my feet like I was embarrassed about it. "Maybe I will." I looked at Lacy, hoping to see some kind of answer.
Her eyes stared back at me, dancing delightedly in her bright face.
Mrs. Leroy made me go out first. I headed for the bunkhouse. It was under some trees and she could not see that I did not go inside. I stood in the shadows and watched the barn door.
Soon Mrs. Leroy and Lacy emerged, walking side by side as if they had been on an inspection tour. They walked into the lodge, closing the screen door silently.
I waited about fifteen minutes, then five more. Keeping as much in shadows as I could, I made it to the back door of the lodge and slowly, quietly, like a mouse, opened the screen door and then the wooden door, and eased myself inside.
A red glow came from the big fireplace on one wall. The rest of the room was dark. I waited a moment until my eyes got used to it, and eased across the room, heading for the long couch against the rear wall.
She scared me, when I first saw her. I thought I would be the one to wait.
Her face was warm when I bent over to kiss it. She sat on the floor, against the side of the couch. There was a small mg there and I sat down on it with her.
"Lacy," I whispered, kissing her lips.
Her arms went around my neck and she held me close, her tongue brushing my teeth, her breasts rising to touch my chest.
"I'm your doctor," she said into my mouth.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It's funny how sometimes the things you don't want to do but have to can turn out to be the best things for you. Leslie and I had hated the idea of coming to the ranch. We had argued with the folks so much that they had even started yelling at each other, something that neither Les nor I liked to see.
We agreed to go to the ranch in the end, finally, because it would have ruined their plans if we hadn't. And they needed the trip.
They knew that Les and I were growing up fast and it would not be long before we split from their lives. They wanted to have each other when Les and I were gone and they were using the trip to get to know each other again. We got a few postcards from them while we were at the ranch. Hawaii, Tokyo, New Delhi, Moscow, Switzerland. Then they went to Africa and we did not hear from them for awhile. Finally we got two cards from Spain. They were out of Africa and back in Europe. They loved Africa.
And they wrote that we should not expect to hear from them again until we were all home again.
All home again. I looked forward to it. I missed my parents, I would be glad to see them again, but I really had two specific reasons for wanting to get home.
The first was so that I could find out if Leslie was going to be as good in bed as Lacy was on the floor.
The second was so I could rest my weary ass. My last week at that ranch was sheer drudgery.
Mrs. Leroy made me pay with sweat for the loving she had set up for me. I cleaned the barn twice. Mowed and raked the lawn. They used wood to heat the lodge in the winter and I chopped most of it and my back felt like I stacked all of it.
There actually were platoons of guys working. The skinny owner of the ranch rode around like a general supervising an army of laborers. At least one crew, maybe more, spent the rest of their vacation in the mountains repairing forest trails and clearing downed timber. That was the lucky crew. They never came back to the ranch until the last day and did not have to watch Lacy serving supper, clearing breakfast dishes. They might have been able to forget her, up there in the woods. We could not. We saw her every day and wanted to fuck her every night. But she operated with the same strict rules as Mrs. Leroy.
Each willing boy got one night. And never again.
We even began to think kindly of Mrs. Leroy's ass. I myself had missed my turn at it and wouldn't have minded it now if she had been willing to turn it up for me, but she never came around a second time. She had dignity, at least. And I was glad I had passed it up. I would never have gotten Lacy alone if I had been able to get it up for Mrs. Leroy's ass that final time. And the memory of Lacy in that darkened lodge, a faint glow from the dying fire in her long blonde hair, her mouth coming up to meet mine, was better than anything the other kids on the work detail had.
We sat up nights in the bathroom, swapping stories like construction workers. The lights in the bunkhouse had to be turned out at eleven, but we sat in the bathroom where we were allowed to keep one light burning. I didn't take part in the tale telling much, since I did not believe in fucking and bragging about it. I had never told anyone about Leslie because I learned that it is better to keep it to yourself. The beauty of Les and I together grew because I did not share it with anyone, thus avoided having to find words with which to describe our feelings, words which would always be inadequate. So I told the guys nothing about my meeting with Lacy in the lodge, and they missed the finest fuck any of them could ever have heard about.
The other guys all tried to top each other's stories until finally one little, wiry kid appeared. He had only joined the detail that morning and had no idea of the kind of stories had been going around before.
We were surprised that Mrs. Leroy had even picked him out, because he was so little. Probably, however, her choice of boys was getting slim, the closer we came to the end of the vacation.
Mrs. Leroy had met the kid just inside the barn door, like the rest of us, already naked. She stripped his clothes off first thing, then tied his hands to a rope hanging from the rafters. She hadn't touched his prick yet and he was wondering what the hell was going on. She tied another rope around his left ankle and another around his right, then told him to he down on his stomach. When he did, she pulled on a fourth rope, hooked up somehow to the others by pulleys and the kid felt himself being raised up off the quilt and then he hung there, suspended by his arms and ankles, face down.
She had tied him well and he did not pull his arms out of joint, but he did lose his hard-on. He was so worried that Mrs. Leroy might have gone berserk and was preparing to butcher him like a dead elk that he forgot about the fucking, about the fact that he was naked and so was Mrs. Leroy, he could only think how helpless he was and the fact that she could now do anything to him that she wanted.
He was only about two feet off the quilt, but he felt in as much danger as if he had been suspended off the Golden Gate Bridge and airplane carriers were passing by below him.
That was when Lacy came in. Like all the rest of us had been, he was glad to see her. While she performed her fine strip in front of him, brushing his face with her dark golden bush, he forgot about the Golden Gate Bridge. Mrs. Leroy was under him, sucking his cock like a calf sucking a tit, and naturally it got hard again and the kid had no problem from then on.
Lacy went around behind him and spread his legs. With Mrs. Leroy still sucking on him, Lacy lubricated two fingers with juices from her own cunt and worked them slowly, a little at a time, gently, into the boy's virgin ass and caressed him in there. Her other hand rubbed his balls. He said he almost passed out. He was just about leaping up and down on the ropes. He said he must have come a bucket full and Mrs. Leroy swallowed every bit of it. He said when he came he damned near put his own back out of joint.
Mrs. Leroy lowered him then and massaged his back until he felt like getting back into the action. She squatted over his face so he could eat her out while Lacy squatted on his once again stiff prick, in the fashion she had done with me.
His story became routine after that, but nobody could top his rope story and no one tried. The poor kid got so aroused by his own tale that he dropped his pants and shirt and stepped into the showers with his prick standing out in front of him like a pole. I was pleased to observe that it was smaller than mine. The kid stood under a cold shower, hoping his hard-on would subside. When it didn't, he looked like he was in pain.
He began soaping himself. Under his arms, his chest, his back, his buttocks, his legs. Finally his crotch. It foamed with bubbles with his thin but long prick standing out of it all like a stiff pole with a red flag. Then he began soaping his prick, sliding his hand back and forth along it, and his free hand began soaping his balls.
I considered that a waste of a good hard-on so I got out of there and went to bed.
Naked, under the covers, I tried not to think of Lacy or Leslie. I thought of the plane ride home. That dissolved into memories of home and parties and Luisa and what she did for me in the dark garden. I hadn't thought of her much since that time, but I thought of her now and tried not to. My prick began to respond. I tried to think of the camp, but that brought me around to the barn and Lacy. Also Mrs. Leroy. I wouldn't have minded seeing even her again.
Sleep snuck up on me, found me with an erection stretched out on my back, my hands under my head. When I woke in the morning I still had the erection, but after I got into my clothes and took a leak it went away. I knew I wouldn't miss it long, it would be back.
That morning Mrs. Leroy worked us so hard I felt like I had put in a full day's work before it was even lunch time. Apparently the winters were awful long in the mountains and they needed a lot of wood. They would be thanking me all winter because it seemed to me like I chopped enough to last from Thanksgiving to Easter.
Another kid on the details, Lucas Henry, and I had become friends. He chopped with me. He was from Connecticut, one of the coast towns, and he lived with his widowed mother who taught at a girls' college. Lucas told me he spent a lot of time on campus but he had never touched any of the girls. He said he had never really known how to approach them. Now, with the experience he had gained here at camp, he planned to get a few coeds for himself as soon as he got back.
He and I sat on some of the split logs, our double-headed axes standing next to us with their blades buried in the chopping block. "I like working hard," Lucas said, "but I had thought all the time that this was supposed to be a vacation."
"Don't you consider what you learned out here of sufficient worth that you should work hard now to pay for it?"
"A vacation's a vacation. At least my mother thinks this is a vacation. I really don't think she should get robbed that way. She thinks I'm on a vacation and chopping wood like this is not vacation."
I wiped sweat off my forehead. "Mrs. Henry is getting a much smarter boy than she ever had before."
"I don't know that she's really going to like that or not," Lucas said. He put his foot up on the chopping block and said, "Oh-oh."
"What?" I asked, looking around like I had been caught at something.
The wide form of Mrs. Leroy bore down on us through the pines. Her mouth was a straight line from cheek to cheek. "You boys about finished splitting that wood?"
"Not yet," I said, trying to think fast. We were not far from finished, but I didn't want her to think we had so much time on our hands that she could think up something else for us to do. "We're going to have to work on it through the afternoon. Lot of wood here."
Lucas chimed in, "It doesn't look like so much is left, but there really is more in that pile than there looks to be."
"You two ought to be able to handle it." She grinned at us, like some cat that had just caught the mouse. "Two big strong boys like you."
"Oh we'll do it," I said, "but it might take us the rest of the afternoon."
"As long as you finish before supper. You can do that, can't you?
"Yeah," Lucas and I said almost in unison.
Mrs. Leroy looked at the wood pile, measured it with her steady, serious eye. She turned to Lucas and me as if she knew exactly how much wood was left to chop and exactly how long it would take Lucas and I to chop it. "If you finish before supper," she said with a kind of smile playing around her eyes, "there will be a treat for you later."
Lucas and I looked at each other. "Mrs. Leroy," I asked, "is this treat something we will like, or another detail?"
"It is a detail, but I think you'll like it." She smiled enigmatically and strolled back through the pines.
Lucas didn't seem to know whether he would prefer a surprise or another detail. We looked at each other and one thing crossed our minds: "Do you think the surprise could be Lacy?"
"What do you think?" Lucas asked.
I pulled my ax out of the block. "All we can do is finish the chopping. If we don't, well never know."
He nodded very grimly. He wanted Lacy again in the worst way. Fortunately, I had been able to forget her a little, having something else to occupy my thoughts: Leslie, and what would happen when we got home.
Lucas jerked his own ax out of the block. We went at that woodpile like two Paul Bunyans. We chopped through it almost like we were plugged into something electric. We finished about four o'clock.
"That's it?" Mrs. Leroy stood at the kitchen door with an amazed expression on her face. "You finished it?" She looked over our heads to the wood piled high in the crib.
Lucas had a sheepish grin on his face, as if he half expected an ice cream cone as reward.
"All right, boys, the treat will be yours. You have to wait till after supper, I'm just too busy now. Why don't you go down to the lake and do a little swimming to cool off until supper."
Lucas and I went out to the bunkhouse, stripped, and got into our bathing suits. Carrying towels, we walked through the pine trees that spread like a park down the slope toward the lake. I wore my sneakers to protect my feet from the needles that covered the ground like a tan, spongy carpet rich and pungent with the aroma of the outdoors. The camp was a good place to spend the summer and I half hoped that the folks would send both Les and me back next year.
We swam and pretty much lost track of time. The water was warm and relaxing. Away from the beach, trees came right down to the water's edge and the lake seemed deserted except for Lucas and I. Whenever we laughed, or yelled as we dove off the swimming raft, our voices came back to us in faint echoes bouncing off the lake and the trees. It was almost as if we were the only people anywhere around the lake.
Then, as Lucas was paddling back to the raft after a particularly awful dive, as I was stretching out on the boards catching some sun, movement on the beach caught my eye and I watched the slim, blonde figure of Lacy emerge from the pine trees and step slowly out into the water.
I didn't tell Lucas as he was swimming. I didn't want him to get excited and drown, and besides I wanted to be the only one to know for a few seconds that Lacy was coming out. My eyes feasted on her young summer body, the way her sides curved up under her arms, the way her bikini disappeared in winks at her crotch as she moved her legs through the water. When the lake was almost to that spot as the diamond point of her bikini, she slipped into the water and began a slow, lazy, animal crawl out to the raft.
Lucas pulled himself up, panting, and flopped wetly down beside me. "What did you think of that dive?" He wore large boxer trunks that I had only seen in old movies. Nobody in California wore trunks like that, unless they were camping it up. Lucas wore them for real; they were his real swimming trunks. They hung off his slim hips like a shirt taken out of the washing machine before the cycle had gotten around to spin dry.
"Your dive was lousy," I said, not taking my eyes off Lacy's slow animal crawl toward us.
"What was wrong with it?" he asked. "Did my ankles stay together?"
He finally noticed that I wasn't paying any attention. He turned his head to see where I was looking and he saw her. "Do you see that?" he asked.
"Yes."
"That's Lacy, isn't it."
"Yes."
We waited without words. She came closer to the raft. Her swimming was soft, almost noiseless, gentle washings of water on the still lake.
When she reached the raft, she started slowly up the ladder. "Hi," she said, smiling at both Lucas and me.
"Hi," we said back.
We had both made love to her, both had finished in her body, had filled her with our come. Maybe Lucas had come in that fine, well formed little mouth as well. Water dripped off her body, sparkled on her legs and stomach, and her hair fell wet and altogether around her shoulders. The water beaded on her body as if she had rubbed oil on herself.
"I thought you guys were chopping wood," she said.
"We finished," I told her. Laying on my stomach, propped on my elbows, I enjoyed the feel of my crotch against the raft boards, the tightness of my ass in my small suit. I knew Lacy had noticed my ass too, but she had looked away.
"Did Mrs. Leroy tell you, you could come out here?"
"Yes," I said.
She sat down in front of Lucas and me, crossed her legs Indian fashion. We saw a thin fold of stomach cover her belly button. She leaned on her knees. Faint suggestions of hair emerged from the crotch of her bikini. Her breasts were small and delicate. It was the first time either Lucas or I had seen this much of Lacy in the daylight.
"I thought you were supposed to be fixing supper." I said.
"It's fixed," she grinned back. "Everything's in the oven. The kitchen's so hot Mrs. Leroy told me to take some time off and come down here. She didn't tell me you two were here."
"Are you disappointed?"
"I'm glad. I'm afraid to swim alone."
"It is very dangerous," Lucas said.
"I'd much rather swim with somebody than just by myself," she said.
We grinned at each other. I think that she and I felt comfortable with each other, because of what had happened in the dark lodge after Mrs. Leroy had gone to bed. But Lacy had an easy manner with most of the guys at camp, so I couldn't really lay a firm claim to how real my feeling was.
Lucas moved his hand over to her knee. She let it stay there, resting on her wet, smooth skin. I put my hand on her other knee. I wanted to slide it up across her thigh and into the leg hole of her bikini.
Lucas asked, "Do you know anything about tonight?" He was asking more in hope than anything else. "Mrs. Leroy said that Larry and I can have some kind of treat tonight, but she didn't say what it was or even when."
She shook her head. "Mrs. Leroy doesn't tell me everything."
"You don't know anything about it?"
"No."
Lucas said, "I guess I was sort of hoping you were involved."
"Whatever it is," Lacy said, "I bet it has something to do with fucking. Mrs. Leroy doesn't have any other idea of what a treat is."
"Is there another kind?" Lucas asked.
Lacy grinned at us. For her age, she was very adult. "It is the best kind of treat, isn't it."
We agreed. In awhile, after my fingers had traced along her thigh, barely touching the fine, silken hairs covering the tender inside of her leg, I asked her, "What are you doing out here, anyway?"
"It's too hot in the kitchen."
"I don't mean that. I mean what are you doing in Montana?"
Her lips formed a straight, sensuous, kissable line. Her cheeks swept gracefully across her jaw and the gentle lines led sweetly down her neck, down her chest and thin, firm stomach. In the sunlight, I could see very fine, untouchably soft and blonde body hair. Her little breasts could be described no other way than delicate. They rose on her chest, over her bones, mirroring each other, held now behind flimsy silken material representing a cover for her modesty. Her nipples showed through the material, and it was almost as if she was naked. Her legs were apart and her crotch open as if she was an innocent eight-year-old who had no more idea of what a guy could see between her legs than an infant might. But she also was able to convey, at the same time, that she knew exactly what Lucas and I were seeing and that she enjoyed showing it almost as much as we enjoyed looking.
This was her second summer in Montana. She had grown up in Nutley, New Jersey. Her father had disappeared when she was a little girl and her mother was an alcoholic. She enjoyed the summers of her life, but almost nothing else. She hoped that this winter, or maybe the next, when she would be older, Mrs. Leroy would let her stay at the ranch through the winter and she wouldn't have to go back to New Jersey at all.
The first week she was in junior high, she had lost her virginity to her cousin. He was a lot older than she was, and had a nice car, and she had liked riding in it so much that it seemed to her, at the time, that the least she could do was to let him fuck her in the back seat of it. But he, like a fool, had told all his buddies so she had been able to make no headway at all into the hierarchy of the school society, except with a few of the homey boys and that was not really sufficient. So she got her mother to accept the generous offer that Lacy's aunt made, to send Lacy to Montana for the summer, to work at the ranch. Lacy had been happy to make the trip. She loved being in Montana where nobody knew anything about anybody else except just what they wanted to tell. Where it didn't matter about family or society or a damn thing. "The only thing that matters out here," she said, "is yourself. Your own conscience. You can live your life however you choose."
"How did you and Mrs. Leroy start ... well," I hesitated, "what it is you do with the campers. With me and Lucas, for example."
"I like to screw, and you may have noticed that Mrs. Leroy's crazy about it. I guess it's just natural, having so many different boys around for so much of the summer."
"For somebody who likes to screw," Lucas said, "I must say that you and Mrs. Leroy certainly do have a nice arrangement."
She grinned very sweetly, just showing her white teeth. "It is nice."
"How did you get started with her?" I asked. That point in time was probably the only time all summer that I was more curious than homey. I don't know why, since Lacy's fresh, ripe cunt was only finger lengths away from me, but maybe I had a feeling that I would be in it before we went in for supper so there was really no hurry.
"The first one at the ranch that I screwed was the cowboy, that red headed guy who runs the trail rides."
"Old Jersey?" I cried. I had to laugh. That pecker sure got around.
"That's him," she said. "He's from Jersey too, but I didn't know him back there. He was already at the ranch the first summer I worked here. He had come out wanting to be a cowboy and they hired him to be sort of a janitor. After he learned to ride, they made him a sort of cowboy, but I don't think he still has made it the way he wanted to."
She paused, as if to collect her memory. A mosquito landed on her thigh, walked on his bent, skinny legs toward her crotch. She absently brushed him away.
"They had him cleaning the bunkhouses before the camp opened for the summer that year."
"I don't like him," Lucas interrupted. "I don't like the way his pecker hangs down so goddamn long when we go swimming on the trail rides."
I was surprised that Lucas had had the same reaction that I had. "That always bothered me about him too."
"Don't let it hurt your feelings," Lacy said. 'It may be long when it's soft, but it doesn't get much longer when it's hard. And it doesn't get as hard as you guys with more normal sized pricks." She seemed to stop to think a little, then added, "Maybe a little longer when it's hard, but not much."
"That's comforting to know," Lucas said.
"It's comforting to a girl too, you know. A girl wouldn't want something much longer than that. Not a nice girl, anyway."
We all had a good laugh at that.
"Anyway," she said, "they put us to cleaning the bunkhouses and it was hotter than blazes so I was wearing just a halter and shorts. He had on a pair of jeans but he had his shirt off. I think I surprised hell I out of him. He hadn't been out here very long and had wanted to be pretty straight, I think, like a polite cowboy who doesn't do much of anything except to horses. Well, we were folding sheets all afternoon and it was hot and we weren't wearing much of anything. I'd been feeling homey ever since I got I off the train at Missoula so you can imagine how I sort of wanted him to start something and was disappointed when he didn't. I figured it was all up to me.
"I asked him to wipe my back with one of the t sheets. He did, as polite as anything. He didn't try to touch me at all. So I offered to wipe his back. He hesitated, then said it would be all right. I wiped his ; back all right, slow and easy, then slipped my arms around him and was wiping his chest and belly."
She laughed with the memory of the cowboy's surprise. Lucas and I grinned at each other, both of us happy to learn that the cowboy was no great experienced stud at all.
"I guess he closed his eyes or something," she said, "anyway he stood real still and didn't move. Like a horse that has been stunned but can't bring himself to fall over. I dropped the sheet and slid my hands over his belly, over the front of his pants, and when I didn't get a response but didn't get a rejection either I slid both my hands inside his pants and got hold of his cock and pulled it up. I was surprised at how much there was of it. I undid his pants then and pushed them down off his hips. I scrunched up against his rear end so he wouldn't lose the idea of what I was starting and I kept pulling and stroking on him and he got stiff right away.
"I held it like a handle and turned him around. My cousin's prick hadn't been that long, but it didn't bother me because I already knew that most guys were shaped differently and that I could take most anything a man had. He just stood there with his eyes closed while I fondled him. I didn't know what to do really, didn't know how to start things myself. Thought I guess I already had done just that. I figured he wasn't going to start anything standing there like that with his pants around his ankles and his eyes shut. I took my own pants off with one hand, while I kept the other on his prick. Then I clamped his hand in my crotch. He still didn't open his eyes. But he didn't take his hand back, I'll say that.
"Finally I got tired of it and pulled him by his dick over to the pile of sheets and I lay back on it and pulled him down on me. He took charge then, but I don't know if he ever opened his eyes.
"He turned me over on my stomach, pulled my ass into the air, and fucked into me backwards. I never even knew you could do it that way. That was my first time like that. My cousin and I only did it one way. I liked it. I never knew you could fuck in different positions before. I came before he did and I sprawled out on the sheets with just my rear end sticking up a little and when he came I thought he'd turned a hose loose inside me. It got me going again though and I moved my legs up so he could stay in me easier and I wiggled around down there and I felt him get started in again. We did it three or four times that day, without him even getting out of me once.
"After that, so we wouldn't get caught, we kept a mattress out in the woods and usually we'd get out there at least once in the afternoon. We kept it up until the kids came, and I haven't been with him since. I like him, but I don't really want to screw him anymore. It's boring after awhile just screwing in one direction and that's all he wants to do."
I knew a little about Jersey's habits and said, "He screws some of the girl campers, you know."
"Yes," she said, "I know that. Mrs. Leroy told me. They're sort of keeping score as to who gets the most."
"I'll be damned," Lucas said. "Is that why nobody gets more than one night with Mrs. Leroy?" Lucas had told me before that he was bothered by that. He had always thought that whatever woman or girl received his love would be unable to resist getting it again, and again. He thought they would break down his door to get at him. He had never considered that they would simply be able to go on and screw others after him and not give much of a thought to what he himself had done. It had sort of bruised his ego and he wouldn't truly recover until he had gotten home and found a few of those coeds at his mother's school and done the same to them.
Lacy said, "That's just a sort of rule Mrs. Leroy tells all the kids. It's not necessarily true. I've known her to screw the same boy more than once."
"When did you and she start working together?" I asked.
"The first night the camp opened for the summer, last year. I went with her to pick the two guys up at the airport. After supper, after she had told them where to sleep and let them know that they had arrived a day early, she and I talked about it and about the fact that both of us were stuck up here in the mountains all summer. There would be a lot of boys around and we would be fools not to take advantage of it. She already knew about the cowboy and me so she knew I wasn't some simpering virgin. I agreed with her, so we went out to the bunkhouse where the two guys were sleeping. We went in naked and woke them up. It was as simple as that. They couldn't believe what was happening to them. One of them kept saying, "I must be dreaming," and the other one would say, "It's a wet dream then, it's a wet dream." We swapped back and forth until neither of the guys could get it up anymore. I'd never really screwed like that before, but I liked Mrs. Leroy, still do, and I liked screwing like that. I really like it now.
The idea of so many different boys really turns me on. It's almost too much to know that I can screw just about any of the guys at the camp that I want to. I've learned a lot from Mrs. Leroy. She's been wonderful to me."
Her eyes almost glowed when she talked about her teacher. My hand was clamped over her mound at that time, and I wanted to feel her naked. I could feel her hair and the divisions of her body through the silk of her suit bottom, but I would have preferred a more natural touch.
The idea of having her again was almost overwhelming. I hoped Mrs. Leroy had fallen asleep, that supper would bum to a crisp, that she would never ring the supper bell, that we would stay out on the raft until the end of time.
We were all dry by now, and the sun beating down had gotten us hot again. We jumped into the water to cool ourselves off, and also to cool off before we started screwing on the raft. It was necessary for me to take my hand off Lacy's bikini before I simply tore the covering from her body.
I'm not sure how we wound up on the side of the raft opposite the shore, but soon there we were, sort of playing tag in the water, splashing around like kids. About the same time, Lucas and I both came to the conclusion that the person we were playing with was a girl in a very skimpy bikini and that we both had made love to her and that there was really not much point in simply playing tag.
Lacy just laughed when we took off the top of her suit. Her nipples were as pretty and taut in the water as they had been in the dark night air in the barn. She untied the bottoms herself and lay them on the raft, then swam out a little so we could see her legs scissoring back and forth treading water, moving enough to keep her afloat. Her mouth dipped below water and when she came up water dribbled from between her open lips.
Lucas had an erection by the time we got to her. He took her front, brought her up against his body. I got behind her and wrapped my arms around both of them, my prick rising slowly but steadily to stand straight up as I pressed my crotch against Lacy's firm, wiggling behind down there in the water.
Lucas and I felt all over her, our hands sliding down her body, between her legs, crossing each other on our own tracks, up over her breasts.
She held us by our pricks, one in each hand. She forgot to keep treading and sank, but came back up sputtering, splashing water in our faces.
It was a wonder that none of us drowned. We paddled to the raft where Lacy held onto the logs while Lucas and I took deep breaths and dove down to blow bubbles against Lacy's cunt. Her legs spread out under the water and my lips went right to her own private lips and I blew into her as hard as I could before I floated back to the top, gasping for breath.
Lacy wrapped her legs around me and I prodded at her cunt with my prick but she wouldn't stay still enough for me to get it in. Lucas tried to hold her up from behind, his hands circling her waist and his own prick crushing her tail bone, but she kept laughing, splashing me, and kicking her legs. We kept sinking and coming back up.
Finally I hoisted myself far enough onto the raft that I could rest on my elbows. My crotch was just out of the water, though it still lapped against my balls. My prick stood out like a tree limb and Lacy slid her mouth right down onto it like it was a soaking wet lollipop.
I wanted to come in her. I hadn't come for several days and was ready. She let me go too soon. She turned to Lucas who had hoisted himself up beside me and she went down on him too. He held her head while she sucked, but finally she backed off him and tried to get both our pricks in her mouth at the same time, but that was too awkward because she had to keep treading water at the same time.
Lucas had a nicely formed prick. It was six or seven inches long and went out in a hard shaft before ballooning into a mushroom cap. He was circumcised like me. Lacy seemed to love sliding the ends into her mouth, passing her tongue and lips over the mushroom cap, then dropping it to go quickly to the other of us.
She stayed on Lucas a little longer than she had planned to, sucked him a little further into her mouth just as the lake water swelled him up to her, and when she let go of him to come to me he couldn't hold it anymore and his semen shot into the lake, spurts of white substance leaping out of his bounding prick.
Lacy stroked him to help him pump the last of it out, to help him finish his coming. He urged her to take his prick in her mouth again, but she let it go. She wouldn't take either of us, after that.
"I didn't intend to do this out here," she said. "You guys just can't get enough, can you?"
"You should talk," Lucas said, panting. "You get it every night. We only get you once, or twice that one night, if we're lucky. You don't know how homey a guy can get once he's started getting screwed."
She kind of smiled. "Sorry about that." Water dribbled off her chin again. It made her irresistible to me.
I got her to hold onto the raft with her hands over her head. I brought her knees up on either side of her breasts and I grabbed the raft over her hands, to help her hold on. "Lucas," I said, "can you do me a favor. My prick is pushing around down there in the right direction, but it's not going in the door."
"I can't help you," Lacy said. "It's all I can do to hold on here."
"If Lucas can put me in, we'll be all right."
"I'll try," Lucas said. "Let me catch my breath a minute. Don't be sore if I get confused and put my own in instead of yours, will you?"
"Yes, I would." The head of my prick nudged the edges of her cunt, brushed the lips. I tried to imagine what we must look like to the fishes, and decided they must think we were land animals completely out of our element in water. Then I thought I struck it. The head came in contact with a soft place that seemed to want to hold onto it, and I tried to bring my hips up to force the shaft in further.
Lucas made his dive then and I felt his hands running down my side and around to the base of my prick. It was an eerie feeling, having somebody else guiding my prick into Lacy while my own hands were on the raft in plain sight for all to see.
My prick slid in like her cunt was greased, and I suppose it was. My legs floated up around her back to help me hold on to her and I sort of swam and moved my ass back and forward. Lacy started moving her legs up and down slightly, all the while keeping the knees up near her breasts. Her cunt gripped the shaft of my prick and squeezed it.
Lucas came up, gasping, "Did I get the right one in?"
Lacy's head was back against the raft. She gazed through half-closed eyes up at the sun. "There's a prick in me, that's all I know. Is it yours, Larry?"
"Yes," I said. It was the third time my prick had been in her and the second time that somebody was watching us screw, but I didn't care if the whole camp came down to stand on the raft. There's something about fucking in water that adds to the sensuousness of it all, those extra waves and pressures against your body, that seems to help bring more come up out of your balls, seems to involve more of a man's body in an orgasm.
We found each other's rhythm and floated with it. My prick never came out of her very far, but almost all the time was all the way up her to the hairs. It was a completion of her body, and a fulfillment of mine. It was a complete joining.
Her eyes closed and she went into her orgasm, her body shuddering against me, her cunt clutching my prick, gripping it and squeezing it. With the motion of her shudders and the pressure of the water and my legs scissoring slightly to help keep us afloat I started coming myself in the strongest spurts I had yet experienced.
My lips took her by her wet throat where she had thrown her head back and I clamped my mouth against her skin and sucked as if to suck my own come up through her body and back into my own and back to hers in a continuing circle.
She gasped and I let go of her hands and floated backwards in the water, my prick sliding out of her as I went.
She curled up in the water, opened her eyes and gazed at me like a doe might see her favorite buck lover deep in the hidden glades of the forest.
I couldn't help it. I threw back my head and laughed and yelled. I was ecstatic with the relief of pressure and the success of our fuck and the simple, wonderful feeling that Lacy had been mine again, that it had been just as good for her this time as in the lodge that night, and I felt like fucking her again.
My cries and laughter were echoed by the supper bell clanging, ringing the necessity of its voice out over the lake and through the pine trees.
Lacy struggled into her suit and pulled herself onto the raft. Her breasts bounced, settled quickly into their nests on her chest. I imagined them filling out as Lacy got older, rounding out a little but remaining firm, pointing up, ready to be caressed and kissed. I imagined the other place, down between her legs, waiting for another guy, patient, knowing Lacy would take care of it somewhere, somehow-soon.
I struggled into my own suit and pulled myself up beside her. Lucas got onto the raft naked. He didn't give a damn if anyone was on the beach or not. He very slowly and carefully, so as not to trip and fall back into the lake, put first one foot, then the other into his huge, boxer trunks, and slid them up his legs, stuffing his privates inside and hoisting the trunks up the rest of the way and then tying a little string, almost as if he was in a high school locker room back in Connecticut.
"Lacy," I asked, "will you meet Lucas and me tonight, after dark, somewhere out in the woods?"
"No, I can't," she said. "I like working with Mrs. Leroy, and I really don't get much kick out of screwing guys I've already screwed. You're a little different, Larry, and you're all right too, Lucas, but it's not like we were all in high school together and could go steady or something. There's not too much time left to the camp and there's still some other kids I want to have. I like having different guys. That's all there is to it."
"You're going to break my heart," I said.
She looked at me very seriously. "You're the first camper I ever had anywhere except in the barn. You should take that for what it is, and let it go at that."
"I will, Lacy, but it's going to be hard not having you again. I think when I'm older I'm going to be sorry I didn't have you time after time after time."
"No you won't." She kissed my cheek, like a very wise, very thoughtful older woman might have. "You'll have lots of girls and I'll just be one of them. Maybe a little stranger, a little kookier, but still just one of them."
The supper bell rang again, more insistent this time, and we dove into the water, swam to shore, and went up through the pine trees to eat.
After we ate, Mrs. Leroy took Lucas and I outside, across a narrow horse pasture, and down into a cellar that looked like it had been dug back in the days when such things were necessary for protection against the Indians. Mrs. Leroy said our treat was to move the boxes of apples to where the sacks of spuds were sitting, and the sacks of spuds to where the apples were stacked.
Lucas almost had a fit. I thought it was pretty funny, and since there were only five boxes of apples and three fifty pound sacks of spuds I just about had the chore finished by myself by the time Lucas quit jabbering about how that was no kind of treat.
I thought something was fishy because of the absolute uselessness of the project. Mrs. Leroy was a hard taskmaster, but she was not stupid. She was not an army sergeant, I guess is what I'm trying to say, who had you dig a hole just to fill it back up.
Her motive became obvious after I restacked the last box of apples. A simple, bare light bulb hung from a cord in the middle of the cellar. The room smelled with a musty, cool aroma of stored vegetables and fruit. Mrs. Leroy hooked her fingers in my belt and led me to a side wall where gunny sacks were spread over the floor as cushions.
I knew what was up right away.
Without saying a word, she unbuckled my belt.
Lucas came over to stand beside me. He seemed to recognize that the detail work was over too, and he waited his turn patiently.
Once she opened my belt, Mrs. Leroy unbuttoned my shirt to expose my belly. Then she unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper, slowly, patiently. My prick started to rise in my pants.
I was surprised at its readiness, having just had a nice taste of Lacy before supper, but I guess there's no holding a kid my age. I could have screwed be fore supper, again for dessert and still wanted a bedtime snack.
She pushed my pants down off my hips. The bulge in my shorts was now what she was after. She pulled my shorts off my ass, then eased them over my hard on and it slipped into her mouth as if going home. She took all of it right away. I couldn't understand how she could take so much of it without choking.
Keeping my root in her mouth and her left hand around whatever she couldn't swallow, she took Lucas' pants down with her right hand. He was as up and willing as I was. She urged him over beside me and, with our hips touching, all four of our hands in her hair, Mrs. Leroy shifted my prick to her left cheek and took Lucas' into her mouth too. It was awkward, but she tongued both of us and the sensation of our pricks touching, inside her warm, sensuous mouth was very nice. If we could have gotten far enough inside her mouth both Lucas and I might have come right then, but we were afraid to do too much for fear of choking her, or breaking her neck.
She let us go and stood up and took off her own pants. Her cunt hair was black and thick, fully developed rather than the fine kind that we had seen on Lacy. Mrs. Leroy's crotch seemed to suggest that she had been screwing for a long, long time and was always ready for a little more.
She was a great one for games, so of course she had one for us.
"It's called," she explained, "coming together." She folded her jeans and lay them carefully over a sack of spuds. While she talked, she held both Lucas and me by our pricks and fingered them as she explained the game.
"I'll suck one of you while the other is in me somewhere else. You both have to come, and the closer you can come together is very important. If you can get it really together, you won't have any more work details until the end of camp. If you can manage to both come at the same time, the rest of your time here will be spent riding horses, watching the girls when they go swimming, screwing them if you can get them, whatever you want to do."
Lucas and I looked at each other. We had both had Lacy not long before. One of us would be fucking and the other being sucked. We had never tried anything like that and the idea of holding off an orgasm until some stranger was ready didn't sound easy. But the reward sounded worthwhile, so we had at it.
We drew straws and Larry, that's me, got the short one.
I watched Lucas walk behind where Mrs. Leroy was kneeling. He got down on his knees. He touched her thigh with his prick, moved it up across her ass and brought it down again.
I sat spreadeagle in front of Mrs. Leroy and she leaned down on her elbows between my legs. My prick was straight up, and anxious, because this sounded like an interesting game.
"If you're not much together, boys," she said, "there is a lot of work that needs to be done around here. There's a cabin that needs its foundation rebuilt and another cabin needs a new roof. It's awful hot in Montana this time of year and you don't want to be doing that kind of work if you can help it." She breathed on my prick. "Lucas," she said, "you can have anything back there you want. Just remember, I'm going to be on Larry like a house afire, because it is to my advantage to make you boys lose."
Lucas moved back there like he was sliding into her. "I think you'd like it if we won, wouldn't you? Just a little bit."
"I'd like it tonight," she said. "Ahhh, Lucas, that's a nice boy." He held onto her hips and started swinging into her like he wanted to come right away. "I need...." she sort of stammered, "that work done ... too, don't ... forget that."
Then she had me in her mouth, went up and down on me fast, sucking on me hard as if that was the only way to get what was in my balls out of me.
I looked at Lucas and he was looking worried. We wanted to time it right but we had not been able to talk it over, we had no signals, nothing.
Looking at each other, we seemed to settle down and relax a bit. Mrs. Leroy eased off me slightly and started tonguing me more than sucking. I raised a warning hand to Lucas and he nodded, stopped pumping her, grinding his crotch against her instead.
Lucas could see over her shoulders. I lowered my knees so he could see both my hands. I leaned back on my elbows so I could give him signals. He rested both his hands on her back so I could see them. We gave each other resting signals, warnings to take it easy. We didn't know what our other signals would be later, but we each hoped we would be able to understand them.
She eased me almost all the way out of her mouth, then gulped me down again. The motion of her head was almost as sensuous as her sucking. It was nicer having Lacy's blonde head down there, and even Leslie's back home, but in the absence of both of them it was nice having Mrs. Leroy doing a job on me.
Lucas started fucking her again and he sort of closed his eyes, enjoying it a lot. I madly shook my head. I got so mad at him for closing his eyes that I forgot to concentrate and might have lost my erection if I hadn't pumped my hips a little. That encouraged Mrs. Leroy that I was ready and she came down on me hard but I relaxed and she had to slack off.
She really was in an awkward position. I don't mean to make a pun, since her physical position was rather awkward at the time, her face leaning down into my lap and her ass sticking up in the air to give Lucas plenty of room to work. Her metaphysical position was awkward too, since it would obviously give her more pleasure if both Lucas and I could have simultaneous orgasms, but it would not get her work done around the camp. She had other work boys, so I decided she really would prefer it if Lucas and I won the game. I remembered that she had set no rules about talking, so I asked Lucas, "How you doing?"
He seemed surprised to hear my voice, having imagined there was an unspoken restriction about it. He said, "Okay." He leaned over her back to get more of his body in contact with her. I could see his hips pumping back and forth.
Mrs. Leroy let my prick slide out of her mouth. It fell straight up along my belly and she licked its underside. "I forgot to tell you," she said around my shaft. "No talking." Then it went back in her mouth.
Lucas gave me waiting motions, or what I took to be waiting motions. He held his hands up, palms toward me. It might have meant ten more minutes, or ten seconds, or I'm ready, or any damn thing. I took it to mean wait. I was right.
He pulled out of her cunt and, with his cock beet red and shiny in the glow of that single bulb, brought it up to her other hole, the one she really preferred, and worked it in slowly.
I watched his face as he worked it in, as he lowered his hips onto her again, and I knew it wouldn't be long. I began pumping my hips in preparation. Mrs. Leroy threw my rhythm off by starting to go from side to side like a dog worrying a bone.
Lucas started pumping in there and I could see that he was no longer interested in the game, in the details or in the other things Mrs. Leroy mentioned. He was interested only in his own coming.
I started twisting my hips to catch her mouth and we got together again. His prick in her rectum made her really settle down to serious sucking. It was what she really liked. He gave it to her very nicely, threw himself up against her ass, his cock sliding up her narrow chute between her hips, grinding away in there, time after time.
He remembered me and raised his hands in the same motion as before, palms toward me, but I did not think he meant to wait this time. I thought it was a very different signal. The tightness of her ass must have been doing something to him that her cunt had not.
He started giving me so many signals I had to look away. My own hips were throwing my prick up and up into her mouth and she was staying right with me, riding me all the way.
Lucas clenched his fists, he opened them, he put his fingers together, he put his palms upwards for whatever that meant, he raised his hands over his head, he brought them back down to her waist.
Reading those signals was hopeless. I watched the side of his hip that I could see. He started pumping in fast, back and forth like a piston engine working overtime, and I took that as my signal and forgot Lucas and started fucking that mouth. I raised up enough to take her head in both hands and I took charge of her and held her tight and just fucked into her.
Lucas pumped back and forth, pumped and pumped and pumped and I felt I was ready and I held it a second and when Lucas' pumping stopped, when he stopped throwing his prick into her and lunged instead, did not withdraw but tried to get further inside her, I let go myself, dropped my head back and raised my hips to her mouth and let it all go It was an exhausting, draining experience.
When my spasms were finished, I looked at Lucas. His head was drooping, he held her waist loosely in his hands, his hips pumped a few times against her and relaxed.
I laughed and laughed and laughed. Even if we hadn't made it simultaneously, just the game would have been worth the extra details. I was exhilarated. I felt drained and wonderful, fulfilled and empty.
Mrs. Leroy swallowed a few times to empty her mouth of my come. She took herself off Lucas' prick and rolled over. When she could sit up, she said, "I hope you don't make each other pregnant inside me."
"Did we make it?" Lucas asked.
She nodded, smiling, happy, pleased. "You're more together than any other two guys I've ever had. Have a nice time, on your vacation."
We did. We rode horses from daylight to dark. We took rides up lost trails and found hidden cabins, carried lunches and stayed out all day, found elk herds in clearings and chased them back into the brush, raced our horses along the meadows and climbed them high into the mountains.
We became innocent boys on a summer outing again. Once we followed along on the trail ride and when the boys split off from the girls we followed the girls. We watched fourteen girls take off their clothes at the same time, twenty-eight breasts bobbing into view, fourteen asses and fourteen clumps of pubic hair emerging from pants pushed down and stepped out of. Then fourteen girls jumping into the water and splashing around, resting later on rocks and sunning themselves, raising their legs to rest one knee over the other leg to keep their cunts in the shade.
We did not feel like pursuing any of them, nor did we feel like cutting one loose from the herd, like coyotes working deer, so we could feed on the tender young body awhile.
I might have offered to set Lucas up with Leslie, but I was feeling rather possessive about her along this time and did not want her having anybody else until we got home. I started thinking more and more about home. About the trip we would have to make to Lake Powell with the folks and how we wouldn't have much of an opportunity for anything stuck in a houseboat like that. But 1 imagined the wait, I imagined my excitement building day by day until finally Leslie and I would have a chance.
So I didn't offer my sister to my friend. We got bored watching the girls and started riding the back country. We got our innocence again, found it in the high air and clean sunshine and the smell of the pines. And when camp ended a few days later, we parted as boyhood friends, promised to write each other, and Lucas said that if ever I got to Connecticut he'd find a coed for me and I promised him, if he ever got to California, a beach bunny.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The skinny owner, his wife, Jersey, Mrs. Leroy, Lacy, and all the rest of the staff gathered outside the bus that had been chartered to take us to Missoula and the airport. Mrs. Leroy kissed all the boys on the cheek and patted their arms and most of us who had fucked her kissed her in return and she gave us an extra squeeze.
Lacy stepped back and waved at everybody from the porch. She wore the same boots, jeans and checkered shirt that she had stripped off so easily that night in the barn. Her hair was tied in a pony tail and fell over one shoulder. If I had not already fucked her as well as I could, I might have tried to stay around and fuck her again, but as it was I simply waved back to her. She blew me a kiss. It landed on my prick.
I followed Leslie onto the bus. Her ass, encased in tight jeans, stretched and parted as she went up the steps. I imagined her naked, my fingers parting those cheeks. If I had not had Les to go home with, leaving Lacy would have been very hard to do.
We weren't alone until we settled into our seats for the short hop over the mountains to Portland. From there, it was one more flight home to LA. Les called Mom from Missoula and told her when we would arrive. Now we had nothing to do but sit back, relax until we got there.
"How did it go with Mrs. Leroy? I've hardly seen you for the last week or so. Where've you been?"
"Mrs. Leroy finds work for you to do after you get the barn treatment."
"For almost two weeks?"
"Some kids worked damned near the whole vacation."
"If I hadn't seen you mowing the lawn that day I'd have thought she murdered you and hid your body."
"No trail rides after you get out of the barn. No fishing. No nothing."
"That bitch," Les said. "Just for screwing that old lady, you got two weeks of work."
"Keep your voice down," I said. At the word "screwing" a couple heads had turned around. A few ears perked up as if they wanted "to hear what Les and I were talking about. "There were little side benefits that you don't know about."
"What?"
"Lacy."
"What?"
"Lacy"
"That little girl in the kitchen? My riding companion?"
"She's the one."
"I'll be damned." Leslie shook her head. "You got to screw her too?"
I couldn't keep the smugness out of my voice. "Yup."
"She didn't seem like the type. She was nice enough and a little sexy but I thought she was kind of mousy."
"She was not mousy at all, more like a mink."
"Now that I remember, she was cute when we went bare-ass swimming. You mean she was screwing all summer?"
"Yes"
"Will you tell me all about it? I mean not here, but later?"
"Yes. There s more, too."
She moved her leg until it pressed against mine.
After we get home, tell me about it." We didn't talk again until we were landing at Portland. Then Leslie said, "I forgive you."
"For what?" I asked.
"For Lacy."
We made our connecting flight and Mom met us at Los Angeles International Airport. Les ran into her arms and kissed her.
'Where's Dad?" I asked.
"He's at the lake already," Mom said. "We were home for three days and it was like he went stir crazy. He couldn't stay under the roof. He's got wanderlust, bad. He went up to Lake Powell to rent us a houseboat."
"That's nice, Mom," Leslie said, though her voice sounded as if she was not convinced.
"I think so," Mom said. We drove out of the parking lot and onto the Long Beach Freeway. Mom seemed to be in a distracted mood, as if there was something she wanted to tell us. "How did you like the camp?" she asked, instead.
Les and I answered together. "It was great." We laughed.
"Really," Les said, "it was a lot of fun. We're glad we went." She looked at me. "Aren't we, Larry?"
"Yes," I said, smiling back at her. "Thanks for sending us, Mom."
As Mom turned into the driveway of our house, she couldn't hold it back any longer and asked, "Do you two think you could get along without your father and me for another week?"
Les and I looked at each other. Mom turned off the motor. "What's wrong?" I asked.
We sat in the car after she set the hand brake. She turned to face us. "We'll have the houseboat for two weeks, but there's a small problem. There's only room for four people on the boat, but there's six people, counting you two."
"Who else is there, Mom?" Leslie asked.
"You don't know them, honey. They're a nice young Australian couple who were staying in New York when we were. Well, you know how it is with your father, he has to tell everybody his plans and before we knew it one thing had led to another and we invited them to spend some time with us on the lake. They've never seen country like you can see in those canyons and we'd like to show them a little of the West before they go home to Sydney."
Les and I were so surprised we couldn't say a word.
Mom thought we were hurt and reached over to touch our shoulders. "I promise you two will get a chance to come up the second week. Jack and Eve have to be back in Sydney then and it will just be your father and I and you two kids. We can start being a family again."
"It'll be all right with us," I assured her. "I guess I can put up with Les another few days." I wanted to make a joke out of it so she could not see how delighted I was.
Neither Les nor I cared much for going to Lake Powell. There was nothing up there but scenery anyway and after the first couple days it all looked the same to us.
Mom felt bad, but she was cheering up. "You two kids come first with us, you know that. But we seem to have gotten a new lease on life with this trip. It was the best tonic we could have had. And we've never made friends with another couple like we have
Jack and Eve. You'd like both of them very much. They're about twenty five and a lot of fun."
Leslie hugged Mom. "It's fine, Mom. Larry and I don't mind at all. We enjoy it if you and Dad have fun. We miss you, but we'll be together next week."
"Yes, we will, honey."
"You'll have a lot of fun on the lake with this couple. We're glad you found them. We'll come up next week." She looked at me. "Think you can eat my cooking for a week?"
I just laughed.
Mom left the next morning, a red scarf around her hair, smiling like a young girl.
No one knew Les and I were home yet. We did not have to see anyone and we did not want to call anyone. We had the week together and unless one of the wandering murderers who seem to roam the country these days found us we had what is fondly referred to as a "cinch." Boy and girl, sixteen, alone, day and night together, alone with each other.
We rode my Honda to the beach just after Mom left. We spent the morning and all afternoon in and out of the cool Pacific surf, warmed and dried our bodies by stretching out under the sun. Leslie warned, "Don't get a sunburn," and rubbed lotion over my chest and back and legs.
She wore her bikini and I enjoyed the hell out of watching the stray beach studs give her the eye. She ignored them all. Each time she dove into the surf and stood back up she had to give a little tug to her bikini bottoms which pulled the thin material into the crack of her ass. Once she stood up facing me and the surf had tugged her bottoms low in front and the curly hair covering her mound peeked over the top.
At the hot dog stand, Les asked, "Do you think Mom and Dad are going to play around with that other couple?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you think they're getting into an orgy scene or something like that? Group sex is really popular with a lot of people their age."
'What makes you think that?"
"I read a lot."
I hadn't thought about it, but when I did think about it I knew that she was right. I told her so, on our way back to our blanket. "You're right. Mom's going to get fucked by this Australian and Dad's going to fuck the guy's wife. Then they're all going to get into bed together and fuck each other."
"Do you think it's good?"
"It must be. Didn't you see Mom's face this morning? She couldn't wait to get up there. I'll bet that when we get up there, they'll be happier than they've been in a long time."
Leslie tried to draw a moral from the whole idea and finally, after we were on our blanket and trying to keep sand out of our hot dogs, she said absently, "More people should fuck more people."
I ran my hand over her forearm, barely skimming the fine hairs growing there.
Just as the sun was disappearing over the edge of the Pacific, Leslie woke me up by stroking my back. I turned over before I realized I had a hard-on. It was very obvious in the cut-offs I was using as a swimming suit. Normally I would have sat up to try to conceal it, but with Leslie I just lay there, my erection running along the side of my pants. Les saw it and grinned. Neither of us gave a damn what anybody thought. Everybody on the beach was a stranger to us. That is one of the beautiful things about living in Los Angeles.
We rode home as the summer evening was getting dark. Les was a good motorcycle passenger and rested her hands lightly on my hips for balance.
We stopped at a hamburger joint for supper and ate at little tables they had placed around under white umbrellas.
Then we went home, put the Honda away, and went into the house. Nobody was home but us. It was like we were married.
Just inside the door, Leslie turned around to me and stood against me, her breasts pressing against my chest.
I whispered, "I love you, Leslie."
She said, "Like a sister?" Her right hand slid over the bare small of my back, stopped on my cut-offs just over my ass.
"Like a sister," I said. Then added, "That I want to get in bed with."
She lay her head against my chest, kissed my nipple. "Want to watch some TV?"
I knew she was sentimental enough to want to begin again in the same room where we had begun before. It seemed like a long time ago, but was really only a few months. I couldn't believe I had lived all my life with this girl and we had only so recently found each other sexually.
We turned off all the lights and turned the TV on. When its gray light flickered into the room, Les turned her back to me so I could unfasten her bikini top. She had to reach back to guide my fingers to show me how it worked, since I had never done it before, and was feeling strangely clumsy. She leaned her shoulders forward and let the top slide off. I kissed her back, ran my hands around in front of her and cradled her breasts. They were much fuller than Lacy's. The nipples were erect and I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger as I kissed the back of her neck, nuzzled into her hair.
I hooked my thumbs into the sides of her bottoms and pulled them down over her hips. At her thighs, I let them go and they fell to her knees and she moved her legs and they fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them. My hands traced the cheeks of her ass. She was fully developed, firm, smooth skinned, and ready for me, willing, mine, free.
She faced me. My hand went Into the hair at her crotch.
She kissed my hair where it fell over my forehead, kissed around my eyes and cheekbones and my mouth, down my neck, my shoulders and chest, sucked my nipples, kissed down my stomach. She kneeled in front of me, and without unbuttoning my cut-offs pulled them down in back past my ass.
Her hands ran up and down my crack, traced around my hips to tug my pants down in front.
My cock leaped straight out when she released it from my pants. Her mouth fit over it and she sucked more of it into her while she moved my pants down the rest of the way. She kept my cock in her mouth while I stepped out of my pants. She brought her hands back up the inside of my legs, along my thighs, cupping my balls in both hands.
She was my sister and I was going to fuck her tonight and I wanted to kiss her. I held her by the hair and raised her to her feet. My tongue slid between her open lips and she opened her mouth to me and we embraced with our hands on each other's ass. The only thing between our young, firm, exercised bellies was my young, firm, exercised prick, standing straight up.
I gently pushed her onto her back on the couch. The gray light from the TV cast an unreal glow over everything, the low sound made it seem that what was happening was happening to someone else but I was watching with the utmost pleasure.
Leslie's legs fell open to enclose me. One nipple leaped into my mouth. I sucked her entire breast into my mouth, then moved over the small valley to the next one. She held my prick in one hand, caressed the back of my head with the other.
Then my tongue was in her cunt. Her hips bucked up to my face, her upper thighs strained with the effort of holding her ass in the air. I parted the lips with my fingers and rammed my tongue into her as if it was a prick. I found her clit, licked it, sucked it.
She moved her hips back and forth, pushed into my face a last time, then fell back on the couch.
Raising her ass with one hand, I placed a pillow under her with the other. She parted her legs, opened her cunt to me completely. Her soft eyes watched me over the tops of her nipples.
With my penis in my hand, I leaned over her and touched the lips of her cunt with the engorged head, brushed it up and down the lips, into the crack of her ass, back to her cunt. I brushed it against the end of her clit.
She kept her eyes on me. Her hips came toward me, involuntarily. "I want it, Larry. I want your prick."
I licked her belly button. I kneeled as we had so many times before, with my balls against her cunt and my prick along her stomach. "Do you want your twin's prick?" I asked. I did not think she would say no, or I would not have asked. "We were in our mother's womb together. We came out of our father's balls together. Do you want my come in you?"
"I want your fuck in me." Her voice was quiet, plaintive. If I had been enough of a bastard to make her plead, she would have done so.
"I want my come in you, sister. I want to put it there."
I guided the head of my prick between the open lips of her cunt. The head was engulfed in a movement, then everything was suddenly tight.
Leslie moved her legs up my hips, starting to fuck me already.
Pulling back just a little, I lowered myself again and some of the shaft disappeared into her. I felt an incredible sensation. Lacy had not been this tight, even though she was younger than Les. I almost came right then, just sliding my prick into my sister, just feeling and watching my prick disappear into her bush, feeling the muscles of her cunt grip me as I entered her, try to pull me further inside.
I gained control of myself. If Les and I had not played together so much, if she had not worked with me in helping me hold my come back, I would have spurted her full while I was only half way into her.
I lowered myself again and she took nearly all of me. She gasped, turned her head to the side. "More, Larry, all of it now."
When I moved my hips forward again, she raised her hips, swung her legs up over my back, and I slid in up to my balls, our pubic hair crushed each other's, my mouth that had so recently been in her cunt covered her mouth with kisses, our teeth bumped together as our tongues found each other the same way my prick rubbed her clitoris, as it slid in and out along the enclosing sides of her cunt. Her hips ground off the pillow to meet me, mine pushed down into her love juices which flowed around my prick and out against my balls.
She pulled her mouth away. "I love your balls there," she said, kissing me again, engulfing my tight sack with one hand to press the balls against her ass, then wriggle her butt into them.
We fucked hard, her hips thrust up to meet the downward push of mine.
She threw her head back and forth. She moaned low and deep, her mouth fell open. My cock thrust deeper and deeper into her as she opened herself more and more, as she brought her knees up to my shoulders, dug her heels into my back.
Her hands gripped my ass, her rhythm was timed with mine until it seemed we were almost floating back and forth and rocking, holding each other, completely in each other, and she clutched me with all of her body as she reached her orgasm and my own started, my entire body seemed to rush into her as my come leaped out of me, splashing the top of her cunt and she gasped with each spurt, each drive of my enlarged cock into her. She seemed to ride on my prick, shuddering and gasping, moaning for it.
I finished with my hands pulling at the cheeks of her ass, my fingers soaked with juices flowing from her cunt.
Before I knew what was happening she had my prick out of her and into her mouth. I flinched at first, cried, "Owww, Leslie," because the end was very tender after its great burst of come but she did not let go and my blood rushed back to my cock and kept it hard. My hips began moving back and forth against her lips.
She held the base between her fingers. Her head moved back until just the head was inside her mouth, then she plunged over it again, taking it deep inside her throat. I thought I would break again, come again so soon, and fill her throat with come as I had so recently filled her cunt.
I pulled her mouth away and turned her onto her stomach. She raised herself on her knees, opened her legs, and I dipped into her open cunt again, my prick sliding along her clit, deep into her tight little girl place that only relaxed for a second to let me inside then gripped me like a slippery vise as I plunged in and out.
My right hand wrapped under her, caressed her tits as they hung upside down and passed under her stomach. She came upside down, her ass pushing up to me, spreading, opening. My fingers waded through her soaking pubic hair and found the top of her cunt, rubbed her clit while my hard shaft plunged past it in and out, up and down like a pump.
I withdrew my wet fingers and brought my hand to her rear, wiped my fingers over her tight asshole, then carefully worked one inside, then another. Her muscles relaxed, clenched me, relaxed again.
My fingers went in surprisingly easy. Her lower body was completely open to me. She fucked my fingers willingly, yearningly, her knees pushing her hips up to me, surrendering completely to me.
I sensed then, for the first time, that I would soon begin to yearn for others, other cunts, other asses, that it would be stranger's bodies that I would seek to hold, stranger's mouths to come into, because I began to imagine Lacy beneath me, Lacy with her ass surrendering to me, Lacy with her dripping cunt, her mouth filled with my cock, and I imagined it was Lacy, not Leslie, who kneeled under me as I pulled her hips up and drove into her cunt a few times more with my fingers thrusting into her ass.
I came, my left hand pulling Leslie's crotch back on my prick as I gushed up her. I could feel my prick pulsing, throbbing with my come through the walls of her ass.
I pulled out very slowly, let her lay on the couch, spread out under me.
She turned over, took me in her arms. I kissed her eyes. She ran her tongue over my front teeth.
We lay like that in the gray light for a long time.
I thought of Lacy, how in the red glow from the fireplace she had reached up to my neck and pulled me down onto the floor beside her. We kissed briefly then, without taking our lips away, our hands were at each other's pants, unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping, opening, finding, petting, stroking. On the floor of the lodge, in the dark red glow, it was like we had never fucked before. I had gotten her pants open and pulled down past her hips. She had worked one boot off and I slid her pants off that leg. Moving back up her, my right hand went into her cunt, my middle finger slipping easily past her lips to move back and forth along the top of her, finding and petting her clit that enlarged slightly to meet me. I raised her to my knees so she could pull my pants down. My cook was straight out and she had to lift it out of my shorts before she could move them down.
Lacy was like the first girl I ever made love to. It was like we had dated for months and finally, at long last, we were into each other where we each had always wanted to be. The memory of Mrs. Leroy faded fast, though if it were not for her I could not have fucked Lacy so well. And if Mrs. Leroy had not taught Lacy all that she knew, Lacy could not have done so well for me. Making love to Mrs. Leroy seemed now like the first time I dove into an ocean surf, rough and oddly frightening but full of pleasurable sensations, and the memory of that first time faded as I dove back into the ocean again and again, the roughness replaced by confidence, the pleasurable sensations increasing many times over.
Her blonde hair spread out through my fingers as I had cradled her head in my hands. She guided me into her and we began with slow, firm confidence, our shirts on, our pants around our knees. She wrapped me with one bare leg, the other still wearing her pants and boot.
My knees and elbows took a firm hold on the rug. It was my only contact with the earth. Her only contact was with her back, her legs and arms wrapped around me, her head held in my hands. I covered her face and neck with kisses. I would not have stopped if someone had come to break us apart.
Lacy fucked with the same passion as Mrs. Leroy, but without the desperation. She was young and had many years to go, many boys and men to find, many pricks to hold and guide into her. My own swelled with her, had filled her more fully than I had ever thought possible. I seemed to grow inside her, take up every space in her cunt. She gripped me from all sides and her orgasm came and passed and when it rose again I let go. I filled her until it ran out of her, soaked my balls and my hair, ran down her ass. It seemed I couldn't stop.
She had wiped the rug with her jeans. She touched my balls and stroked the underside of my cock that hung down now very long and full but not stiff anymore. She said very softly and very seriously, "Your penis is beautiful, Larry. It's very beautiful." I had never thought of my genitals as pretty before; Lacy gave me confidence that not even Leslie had given me. I had always known that girls were beautiful to boys, but I had seldom thought before that boys were just as beautiful to girls.
I stroked her firm little breasts, and the nipples bounced a little as my hands passed over them. I knew I would never have Lacy again, but I also knew that I did not need to have her again. I had known her and would never forget her, and could go home with Leslie and soon pass even beyond Leslie to others and beyond them even to more.
Mrs. Leroy became a generous, touching, rather decadent woman from my youth in my memory. Lacy was my first piece of ass.
Bringing me back to the present, Leslie led me into the downstairs bathroom where she washed me and then herself. Still naked, we made hot chocolate and toast and ate it in the darkened TV room.
She said, wistfully, "Larry, while you were doing it to me from behind, I kept thinking about Jersey, how he did it to me in the woods like that. I couldn't get him out of my mind."
"That's all right, Sis."
"Maybe we shouldn't fuck like that anymore. I'd rather just think of you while you're in me, and I do when we do it from the front."
I kissed her. Her mouth tasted a little like chocolate.
I felt grown up long beyond my years. I felt, for the first time, that I was older than Leslie. "It's perfectly all right, Les. You can think of somebody else. I think minds fuck as well as hips. Unless you don't want to remember Jersey? Wasn't it very good for you?"
She smiled and I was glad to see her happy. "It was very good. That may be the problem. I like remembering him. I liked his long penis, even if it was sort of crooked."
I relaxed. "Then don't feel bad, whatever we do. It's probably natural if you've fucked other people to think of them sometimes when you're fucking somebody else."
"When did you become the old master? Just who were you thinking of, you young cocksman? Mrs. Leroy, who cooked all the boys and ate them twice?"
"No, as a matter-of-fact, I wasn't thinking of her at all. The last time, when I was in you from behind, I was thinking of Lacy."
"Oh. That little thing. I forgot her. I wish I'd known you were going to sleep with her, I'd have looked her over more closely while we were swimming."
"We didn't sleep," I said.
Leslie reached between my legs and stretched my penis. I could feel that it would get hard again easily and that we were far from finished.
"You were going to tell me about her. And about Mrs. Leroy. Come on, big stud, give."
I began to get hard again.
"How about we try it in a different place for a change?" I suggested.
"You mean upstairs?"
"Your room."
"You always had a thing for my room, didn't you." She got up. "Let's go."
We left our clothes where they lay. The TV was still going with its sound turned low.
Halfway up the stairs I got a few steps ahead of Leslie. She worked her hand through my legs and cradled my balls. I turned and sat down on the steps. She took me into her mouth and I was hard again. She kneeled between my legs, came down on me and took more of my penis into her mouth than she ever had before. I imagined the sheets on her bed, her pink spread turned back, her full length mirror, and the canopy I always admired but never had.
She let me go and we went up the rest of the way.
I fell on my back on her bed. My prick rose straight out of my tight balls like an arrow pointing at my stomach.
Leslie kneeled over me. I began to tell her how I snuck out of the bunkhouse to find Mrs. Leroy in the barn. Leslie crept over my chest, moved her knees up to my ears and came down over my mouth with her rich, ripe juices, her pink cunt running through her hair to her ass.
Turning my head to the side, I managed to laugh. "Don't you want to hear my story?"
She grinned down at me, moving her cunt over my mouth. "Don't talk with your mouth full, brother."