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 Dreams Come True

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "What do you mean?" she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   She nodded and answered, "She told me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Stark naked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Well, if she was going to insist like that?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Again, you'll have to check this yourself, but I think of 'love' as
being when someone else's happiness and what's best for them is at least as
important to you as your own.  I can give you an example of that very
easily: you know how hard your mom has to work sometimes, and that she
can't always be there when you want her.  As much as she'd like to be able
to stay home so that she could take care of you, she puts her own happiness
aside so she can do the things she has to to make sure that you have food
and clothes and a place to live and all the other stuff you need.  Sure,
she says she likes her job ?  but that's only a small consolation prize for
the fact that she DOES have to go out and work.  And when you were little,
she took you in for all the vaccine shots that she was supposed to; as much
as it hurt her to see you get hurt and cry, she loved you so much that she
was willing ?  eager, even ?  to have you suffer that relatively small pain
so that you wouldn't have to risk an even bigger and harder pain in the
future."
Taking a breath, I went on, "As for how that works with the 'having sex'
and 'making love', I think I can explain it best with another example: a
man and woman that love each other SO MUCH that they stay married even
though there's some reason that they can't actually have any kind of
physical relations with each other.  In their case, what they have is pure
love because there's nothing sexual happening between them.  Compare that
to two dogs mating in the street: all they're doing is sex, because as soon
as it's over, each of them will go their own way.  That's why I said that
having sex and making love get confused all the time: because with people,
there's usually at least a little bit of an emotional bond, if they're
having physical relations with each other.  Sometimes it can be a pretty

tiny bond, but it's there."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I didn't need a second invitation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Despite the images that tried to crowd into my mind, I just nodded and
continued, "That's perfectly normal.  What I figure is going on is one, or
both, of a couple of things.  On the first one, we have to start with the
obvious: Joanne is older than you.  Yeah, it's not even a year for you,
Tina, but she's still older.  Think about this for a second ?  Joanne, the
oldest, is able to have orgasms.  Tina, the next oldest, is feeling what
I'm going to call 'almost-orgasms'.  Chris, as the youngest, it feels good
for you, but nothing more."
They both got expressions of understanding, quickly followed by
disappointment.  Their attention focused on me again when I said, "The
second thing is kind-of related to the first one: because you're young and
don't have much experience with sex, you don't yet know enough to be able
to give yourself the right kinds of stimulation and pleasure to be able to

have orgasms."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Yeah, it might."

   "Would?  would you help us?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Jeff?"

   "Yes, dear?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "I?  I'd like that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Well, DUH!"

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

   "What do you mean?"

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

   "Sure.  So how does that help ME?"

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

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

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

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

   "You mean looking at me naked, right?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "And?"

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

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

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

   "What about your stuff?  your semen?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Sure does," I assured her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I did; and enjoyed it immensely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "If you still want to learn?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "I?  all of us know that."

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

   "And now?" she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I don't know how long I'd been toggling between amusing myself with her
ass and enjoying the feel of her young body under my hands while the two of
us continued kissing when Tina got it into her head to do something
different: by arching her back upwards a bit, she was able to keep her lips
fused to mine while gaining enough distance between our bodies that she
could begin sliding her breasts around on my chest.  She was able to raise
herself up enough, in fact, that the only contact seemed to come from her
areolas and nipples; knowing that was all that was touching me did wonders
for my libido, and it didn't take long to get me nearly fully erect.  As
had happened with Joanne, my cock reached the point that it was brushing
against the bottom of Tina's mons and right over the decidedly wet entrance
to her pussy.  Unlike her sister, Tina didn't simply ignore it.  Rather,
she somehow managed to begin arching her hips in such a way that she was
caressing the upper side of it with her pelvis ?  and in the process,
getting ME wetter and wetter with HER lubrication.
Between knowing what was going on and feeling it as it was happening, I
couldn't help but get fully erect?  something that only seemed to allow
Tina to increase the pressure of the contact and get more of her nectar
distributed along my length.  While I didn't think that she'd do anything
like try to get my cock and her vagina matched up, I'll confess to being
more than a little relieved when she finally pulled her head away from mine
and began kissing and licking her way down my body in much the same way as
I'd done to her.  In the process of doing that, she took advantage of every
opportunity to get or keep some part of her body in contact with my erect

penis.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Who?" Joanne wanted to know.

   "Your sisters," I replied.

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

   "Yes, you are ?  and delightfully so."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Not yet, sweetheart.  Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I surrendered, unconditionally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Seeming to recognize that I was alert (if nowhere near fully recovered),
Joanne told me, "I don't know when you and Tina, uh, started, 'cause Chris
and I were pretty involved ourselves.  We didn't even know anything was
going on with you and Tina until after we'd finished.  I mean, I was kinda
wondering why nobody was there to help us when we'd helped you, so I looked
around to see where you were.  I never even thought I'd see you and Tina
together like that, and it surprised me a LOT.  I looked over at Chris, and
saw that she was just opening her eyes, so I got over next to her and kept
her quiet until I could tell her what was going on.  She was even more
surprised than I was!  Neither one of us was going to do anything that
might, um, disturb you, so we just sat there and stayed quiet.  Except that
neither one of us could help watching," the last accompanied by a blush. 
"S'okay," I told her, and after a moment, she went on, "God, it was SO
sexy, watching you, and both of us got SO excited that we started touching
each other again?  you know, between our legs.  And when we had our
orgasms, it was all we could do to stay quiet, 'cause they were incredible
for both of us from being able to see what you and Tina were doing.  We
could tell that she really liked it a LOT, and both of us are so happy for
her.  She told us that she wanted you to be the one she gave her virginity
to, but we didn't know when it was going to happen ?  or even IF it was. 
Anyway, Chris and I kept watching you and Tina, and we could tell that both
of you were probably going to need way more help than we did, so we were
ready when you and Tina?  finished.  Even before you said anything to me,
we'd already seen how wet Tina had gotten ?  it was really surprising ? 
and figured that she'd need a lot to drink to make up for all THAT."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Giving her time to get used to having even just that much of me inside
her formerly unused womanhood, I waited until Joanne arched herself up at
me to start pressing myself into her again.  With the largest part of me
already past the smallest part of her, and the more than ample supply of
her oils to smooth the way, it didn't take very long until my pelvis was
pressed against hers ?  to her obvious satisfaction.  As I again held
myself still so she could adjust to being thoroughly filled with my
erection, she absently said, "It feels so good?  so right?" before looking
up and telling me, "You feel huge in me ?  but now I know what it's like to
be a woman?  and I'm glad."

   Hearing that she was happy and (apparently) comfortable, I started to
ease myself out of her?  slowly, so she could let me know if she was having
any problems.  She wasn't, and I stopped when about half my manhood had
escaped her incredibly tight and hot confines.  As I pressed myself back
into her, she closed her eyes and released a soft moan of pleasure at the
sensation of being completely filled again.  Her reaction was enough to get
me to do it again, but not stopping until only the head of my cock was
encased in her before reversing direction; the sound that drew from her was
of deep satisfaction.

   It took just a couple of minutes to get into a slow rhythm of pistoning
myself in and out of her hot, wet sheath as she moaned her pleasure and
arched herself up at me in welcome to each penetration.

   I lowered my head, and the two of us were able to exchange several
kisses before her need to breathe gave me the excuse and opportunity to
shift my oral attentions farther down her body; it was a bit awkward and
uncomfortable, but I was able to capture the dark summits of both of her
breasts in turn, licking and sucking them to firm, glistening peaks as I
steadily increased the pace of my thrusts.  By the time I finally had to
straighten up again, I was moving in Joanne much as I would a grown and
experienced woman while listening to the assorted pleased and aroused
sounds that she was making.

   Without the distraction (pleasant though it was) of nursing at Joanne's
breasts, I was able to move myself in her with a bit more regularity and
steadiness.  That's all she seemed to need to slip into what I knew was a
relatively small orgasm for her.  Still, it was an orgasm, and her vagina
got even tighter around me before beginning to go through a series of what
I can only describe as ripples: starting just inside her opening, a narrow
band of her vagina clenched around me ?  then as that one relaxed, another
one next to it clamped down; when it started to release, the next one in
line got tight, and so on.

   Thankfully, it WAS a small orgasm for her, and the experience didn't go
on long enough to affect me too much?  though I was hoping to feel it again
when I was ready to climax.

   Joanne recovered quickly and easily enough, and brought her legs up so
she could wrap them around my waist.  That opened her up to me even more,
and made it possible for each of my thrusts to slide into her just a little
farther.  Enough farther, in fact, that I could sometimes feel the end of
my cock touching the deepest part of her ?  to our mutual pleasure.

   I don't know how much longer I'd continued to pistoning in and out of
Joanne when she went into another orgasm?  one that was appreciably more
powerful than the first since I'd entered her.  Just as before, the tight
sheath of her womanhood tightened around me for a bit before starting the
rippling sensation again, as though her vagina was trying to pull my cock
even further into her.  It was more of a struggle that time, but I still
managed to keep sliding myself in and out of her despite the temptation to
stuff as much of my dick in her as I could and enjoy it for as long as
possible.

   The end of her climax left Joanne panting underneath me, but the feel of
my hardness moving in her seemed to bring her around faster than I'd seen
happen before: it wasn't even a couple of minutes until she was groaning as
she arched herself up at me again and her ankles were locked behind my
back. A few minutes more, and I felt her hands on my back as she tried to
pull me closer while my shaft moved even faster.  Each time my pubic area
met hers, there was a distinct squelching noise caused by the surplus of
her juices that had saturated both our bushes.  I continued to cycle myself
in and out of her hot box, and it briefly ran through my mind to wonder if
I'd ever get the smell of her out of my bedroom?  and deciding that having
it there wasn't such a bad thing?

   Both of us had gotten hot and a little sweaty, our bodies sliding
against each other, when I hit the point that I knew I was going to cum ?
and that it wasn't far off.  Trying to delay the inevitable, I changed the
pace of my thrusts into her by taking longer and slower strokes.  Trying to
help HER have another orgasm before I gave it up, I also started pressing
my pelvis against hers at the end of each thrust, applying that extra
little bit of stimulation to her clitoris.  I began to feel the pressure
building, and tried everything I could think of to delay my climax?  to get
one more turn of sliding out and back into her tight, wet womanhood.

   I don't know if it was good karma, pure luck, or a particularly kind and
benevolent deity, but I knew I was just a couple of strokes from emptying
myself into her when Joanne went into her third and last orgasm.  I was
more than happy to simply hold myself as far into her as I could get while
her already tight womanhood got even tighter; when the second cycle of her
internal rippling began, that was all I needed to begin spraying her
insides with my hard, hot jets of semen in counterpoint to the sensations
she was creating around me.

   With the end of my own climax, I realized that Joanne had lifted herself
completely off my bed so that I was supporting both of us.  Even as I was
wondering how long I could do so, I felt her begin to lose her grip, and
quickly lowered my body so that I only had to support myself instead of
both of us; moments later, her arms and legs slipped from around me just
ahead of her body going through a few quickly fading shudders.

   With my erection still embedded in her, I continued to hold myself over
her as she panted and quivered slightly beneath me.  After several moments,
she opened her eyes, but didn't look like she was completely aware of where
she was or what we'd been doing.  To help her get her focus back, I gave
her a tender kiss on the forehead, followed by softly touching my lips to
hers.  A couple of seconds later, I could see it as everything came back to
her: the widening of her eyes was accompanied by a sudden deep intake of
breath as she looked up at me in something akin to awe for several moments
before reaching up and wrapping her arms around me again and hugging me
tightly enough to almost cut off my breathing.
When she finally released me, I raised up enough to look into her lovely
face as she told me, "Oh, Jeff!  That was so wonderful!  I knew you
wouldn't hurt me, and that having you inside me would feel good?  but I
never ever dreamed that it could be like THAT ?  that I'd have even one
orgasm, never mind more than that.  And now?  I can still feel you, inside
me just like I asked, and it feels so good, even if you aren't hard all the
way like you were.  And you're holding me now, and staying over me so I
don't get cold or anything.  I knew you cared about me and everything, but
I didn't expect you to do anything like this!  You're such a dear," her

eyes starting to fill with tears.

   I did my best to kiss them away before telling her, "It's okay,
sweetheart.  You loved me enough to give yourself to me this way, and I
wanted you to know how much I love YOU."

   She managed to blink the last of her tears away and answered, "I already
knew that, Jeff.  But it's still nice to hear you say it."

   We remained like that, giving each other occasional soft kisses, as my
penis slowly deflated ?  a process that was greatly impaired by the
frequent minor tightening or clenching of her vagina around me whenever she
moved.  Still, there wasn't anything that could stop it completely; it
finally reached the point that neither of us dared move enough to break the
seal that had formed where we were joined.  I expect that both of us knew
it was going to happen ?  and soon ?  when Joanne told me, "I'd stay here
like this with you forever, if we could?  but I know that isn't going to
happen.  I don't want to stay here and make a big mess, so if you'll hurry
and get off me when?  when it happens, I can make sure I don't."

   "If you want to stay here, I can get you a towel fast enough," I
offered.

   She smiled and answered "I know you could.  But there's still some of
this that I have to learn."

   "You want to learn in private, too, I suspect."

   Her smile didn't change a whit before she told me, "This first time? 
yeah.  I'm sorry."

   I made a noise of derision and told her "There's nothing for you to be
sorry about.  This is your time, and I just wanted to make sure I didn't
try to follow you into the bathroom if you didn't want me there, is all."

   She started to giggle, and that was all it took to uncouple us; it took
only a second for me to relocate so that I was out of her way.  She quickly
cupped a hand over her mons and used her fingers to provide a barrier
against the semen that tried to run out of her.  After getting to the edge
of the bed, she got up and serenely made her way toward my bathroom.

   As soon as I heard the door close behind her, I got up and had a look at
the bed.  That it was rumpled was a non-issue; what mattered to me was that
it was slightly damp from the sweat we'd shed, and there was a distinct wet
spot that testified to just how wet she'd gotten.  While she was occupied
in the bathroom, I quickly got the bedding changed ?  then went into the
kitchen and got some sodas for us, expecting that she'd want to replace the
missing fluids.

   I'd just set the sodas where they'd be convenient when the bathroom door
opened and I heard her say, "We can clean up a little bit now, if you want
to."

   "Now or later, whichever you want," I answered.

   A second later, she offered, "I think now is probably better.  I'm
feeling kind of tired, and I'm not sure I could stay awake to do it later."

   I grinned to myself, because I was having the same problem; I quickly
joined her in the bathroom, and we had a dandy time rinsing ourselves and
each other off, as well as drying off.  When we came into the bedroom
again, she saw what I'd done.  Though she didn't say anything, the look she
gave me let me know that she appreciated it.

   Spying the sodas, she realized how thirsty she was, and the two of us
sat leaning against the headboard as we rehydrated ourselves.  She found
that she could sit next to me, but still lean back and over enough that I
could put my arm around her.  A couple of minutes had gone by in
comfortable silence when she told me, "Thank you, Jeff.  I knew I could
trust you to make love with me the first time and make it as easy and all
that as it could be ?  and you did just that.  You've been patient and
gentle and understanding and everything else I've needed; and you've done
it in a way that made everything that's happened tonight seem perfectly
normal and reasonable.  I've heard some of the other girls at school talk
about what THEIR first time was like, and I know how incredibly lucky I am
that I could have you as the first person to be with.  From all the things
you've said, and Mom has told us, and I've read and heard and everything
else, the rest of my sex life is only going to get better from here ?  and
I can't tell you how grateful I am to get such a pleasant and satisfactory
introduction.  I'm going to remember this, and you, for the rest of my
life."

   There was nothing for me to say to that except, "Thank you, sweetheart.
All I ever wanted was to do the best I could for you, and it's nice to know
that I got it right," and give her a hug.  She turned to smile up at me for
a moment before snuggling herself a little closer.

   When we were done with our sodas, we set the cans to the side and got
comfortable under the covers with her spooning in front of me and my hand
cupping her breast.  I gave her a tender kiss on the shoulder and told her,
"I love you, Joanne," and heard her answer, "I know that, Jeff?  just like
you know I love you."

   A little while later, both of us were fast asleep.

   I woke up the next morning flat on my back with Joanne on her side next
to me, her head on my shoulder and an arm and a leg draped across me. 
Carefully, so as not to wake her, I got my arm free so I could put it
around her.  With my hand on her hip, I was content to simply caress the
little bit of her soft skin that I could reach just by moving my fingers.
After a while, Joanne woke up; after stretching hard enough that I could
hear joints pop, she looked up at me looking as happy as I'd ever seen her
before letting her head come to rest on my shoulder again.  She started
idly toying with some of the hairs on my chest before telling me, "I wish I
could wake up like this every morning."

   I caressed her side as I asked, "You're okay?  No problems?"

   She sighed happily before answering, "I'm fine.  I can feel that you
were there, but nothing hurts and I'm not even sore, really."

   We stayed like that for several minutes until Joanne said, "Well, I
guess I should probably get up and go home before long.  I know Mom
wouldn't actually worry about me, but she'd probably feel better knowing
I'm okay."

   I agreed that was probably true, and suggested that if she thought she
could behave herself, I was okay with the two of us taking a shower
together.  She giggled and wanted to know where the fun was if she behaved
herself.  I countered by pointing out that I hadn't said anything about ME
behaving, making her laugh outright.  She agreed that a shower was a good
idea, and after a fair amount of kissing, molesting, fondling, and
horseplay, the two of us were under the hot spray.  She mostly behaved
herself; I didn't.

   After we'd had breakfast, Joanne went home; a couple of hours later,
Jean came over to ask if I could help her with a few things around her
place ?  fixing a leaky faucet and a couple more such items.  While I was
working, Jean stayed with me to provide whatever assistance she could:
handing me tools or parts and so on.  While we were busy, the only thing
Jean had to say to me about Joanne spending the night was, "I saw Joanne
when she came home this morning.  Whatever happened last night, it's pretty
obvious that she's as happy and satisfied with it as she could be?  and a
damn sight better with it than I was.  I'm happy for her, and grateful to
you for leaving her that way."

   "All I did was treat her the way she deserves, Jean."

   "Even so, that's better than I think most guys would have."

   After that, I had both Joanne and Tina coming over (sometimes together!)
to spend the night with me ?  always with Jean's knowledge and permission ?
every so often.  Chris continued her visits, as well; after several weeks,
she hesitantly asked if it would be okay if SHE spent the night, too? 
taking care to say that she just wanted to sleep, and not for "anything
else".  I said it was fine with me if her mother said it was okay, and the
following Friday night found the two of us snuggled in my bed.  The next
morning, the two of us got into a lengthy and VERY satisfying session of
"69", but that was the extent of our intimacy.

   The next several months were an unmitigated pleasure for me.

   Spring had arrived, and one Saturday afternoon Jean and I were stretched
out on her couch listening to some music while the girls were off at some
hunky-guy movie marathon.  We were lying there just listening to the music
when Jean told me, "Since Joanne spent the night with you, and I expect it
was Tina that you had a special time with while I was at that class?  all
of them have gotten a lot more mature and responsible than the kids of
anybody else that I know ?  or have even heard of.  It used to be that I
was after them almost constantly about their rooms, their homework, and
anything else that they didn't want to bother with.  Now I can't remember
the last time I had to say anything to any of them; they're taking care of
things themselves without me having to.  That tells me that there's more
than just one thing that goes on when they're with you, too; and that's as
reassuring to me as knowing that you're treating them right.  I'm fine with
how often the girls have been going over to your place, whether it's just
for a little while or to spend the night; I know you'd say something to
them if it got to be a problem.  I know they aren't always there for the
same reason, too.  But it's easy enough to tell when they go over for one
particular thing: they come back looking too damn happy for their own good.
That alone tells me that you're not doing anything to them?  at least,
nothing bad.  But it's starting to be a little bit of a problem for me, and
I'm not sure what to do about it."

   Curious, I asked her, "What problem?"

   She hesitated for a few moments before answering.  "I?  I'm actually
getting a little jealous of them."

   Confused, I wanted to know, "Jealous?  Of what?"

   "That they can go over to your place and be with you doing whatever, and
come back home looking the way they do ?  so happy, so satisfied, so? 
everything."

   That was the first time that Jean had ever said anything so openly and
directly about the sexual aspect of her life.  She'd always skirted around
it or changed the subject or simply refused to speak about it before, so
hearing her say that she was jealous about her daughters' sex lives was
something of a shock.  It took several moments before I could ask, "Why
would you be jealous?  I'm not asking for any details, you understand, but
isn't YOUR personal life satisfying?"

   I heard a brief wry laugh before she answered.  "I wasn't a virgin when
I got married, but I didn't miss it by much, either ?  I'd only been with
one other guy, and then only just a few times.  I didn't enjoy it at first,
but after I got married, it eventually got better.  There were even a
couple of times that I had small orgasms with my ex?  before he got started
with that crap.  After the divorce, I wasn't interested in meeting any
other guys for the simple reason that I had three kids to take care of and
not enough time or money to be getting involved with anyone.  I started
spending more and more time with my friends when I could, and it finally
happened that I just?  unloaded on one of them one night.  I mean, I
bitched about my ex, how bad my life sucked, how miserable and lonely I
was? all of it.  I must have gone on for over an hour, and when I was done,
I was completely in tears and a total wreck.  My friend held me and patted
my back and tried to get me settled down again.  I don't know why, but we
kissed for some reason?  and it was nice, and we did it again?  and kept
going.  It was the first time I'd ever done anything like that with another
girl, and I was scared to death.  But it felt good, and after a while, I
wasn't scared any more and started doing the same things to her that she
was doing to me?  and I could tell that I was making her feel as good as
she was doing for me.  When it was over, I felt happier and more content
laying there with us holding each other than I ever had with anyone
before."

   Both of us were silent for a bit before she spoke up again, saying,
"Since then, I've been with her several more times?  and it has gotten
better and better each time.  That's why I was so okay about telling the
girls that there wasn't anything wrong with being with another girl.  But I
had orgasms with my ex, too, so I've tried to be careful not to do anything
to keep them from being willing to be with a guy, too ?  which is another
part of why I figured that them coming to you and learning about sex wasn't
bad; I knew I could trust you not to say or do anything that would mess
them up about it." She laughed briefly and went on, "If you've messed them
up any, it's because you've spoiled them for anybody else.  And that gets
us back to me being jealous of them.  I feel every bit as good after being
with someone as they do?  except that for me, it only happens when I'm with
another woman.  I'm not embarrassed or ashamed about liking to be with
another woman, I just don't want it to be the ONLY way I can feel that
happy ?  there's just too many people that seem to lose their damn minds
when it comes to two people of the same sex being with each other."

   She was silent for a second, then released a heavy sigh, saying, "What
I'm trying not to say is that I'd prefer to be with other women, but don't
want to have to put up with the crap of being labelled a lesbian ?  even if
I was one.  To keep that from happening, people have to think that I'm with
a guy ?  except that I don't enjoy sex with men enough to be with one long
or often enough for it to work as the?  camouflage, I guess you'd call it,
that I need.  Basically, I want to be with girls, but without being
hassled; to keep from being hassled, I'd have to be with a guy ?  which I
don't like enough to want to do often enough for it to work as a disguise."

   Both of us sat there quietly for a while, until Jean spoke up again to
ask, "Jeff?  Would?  would you have sex with me?  The way you do with
Joanne and Tina, so I can find out if being with a guy can be as good for
me as it is for them?"

   Stunned that she'd just come out and ASK that way, it took several
seconds before I could answer, "I don't know that I could just 'have sex'
with you, Jean.  I like you too much for that to be all there is to it for
me.  I don't mean that I think we should get married first or swear undying
love for each other, but I think it'd be better if it meant something? 
even a little bit.  I think what matters with the girls as much as anything
else is the fact that they know I love them, and care about them."

   She didn't say anything for a bit, then finally told me, "Actually, it
would mean something to me.  I've wished for years that my ex had been more
like you.  I already know how much you mean to Joanne and Tina, and even
Chris ?  and it IS because they know you love them, and they love you back
for it.  I?  I even love you.  Like you said, not to get married or
anything like that, but for what you've come to mean to me and the girls.
You're a hell of a nice guy, and you're somebody I know I can come to for
help with damn near anything; you must know how much I trust you if I'm
okay with my teenage daughters going over to your place the way they have.
All you've done to help them, and me?  yeah, you've come to mean a lot to
me over the years.  So?  so if you'll bed me like you do them, it won't be
'just' having sex.  I can't promise you that I'll enjoy it as much as they
seem to, but you must already know that; what I do need to find out is if
what I can feel from it is anything like what they do.  Can you do that for
me?"

   If Jean had ever given me any indication that she was agreeable to the
two of us getting hot and sweaty together, I'd have been glad for the
opportunity.  But hearing all that from her made the prospect somewhat less
appealing, and I had to decide (fairly quickly) how I wanted to proceed
from there.  Jean seemed to realize that she'd hit me with something I'd
been totally unprepared for, and waited patiently for me to answer.

   When I'd finally gotten it all worked out in my mind, I told Jean,
"Quite honestly, I'd have been a whole lot happier about this if you hadn't
told me all that other stuff ?  particularly that bit about why you'd be
with a guy: you're more than attractive enough that I'd have been glad to
jump your bones anyway.  That you prefer to be with other women doesn't
mean squat to me; I've got enough trouble being in charge of MY life, and I
don't have the time or inclination to try to run someone else's.  I can
only hope that us being together helps you as much as you think it can."

   Hearing that I'd agreed to her request, Jean sat up on the couch and
turned to face me.  With a serious look on her face, she quietly told me,
"Thanks, Jeff.  I know better than to think it matters to you whether I'm
gay or straight or somewhere in between?  I knew it was those other things
I said that bothered you.  While I was waiting to see what you'd say, I
realized that I'd said more than I needed to, and that it probably sounded
pretty mercenary when I really didn't mean it that way." With a slight
smile, she added, "I think I can show you that I'm really not like that, at
all."

   I raised an eyebrow in question, and she promptly began to prove it by
reaching for the bottom of the T-shirt she had on and lifting it up?  and
continuing the move until she'd removed it completely.  That left her
sitting there completely topless; she casually tossed the shirt aside and
sat there with her hands in her lap, giving me my first-ever clear and
unimpeded look at her bust.

   With Chris looking so much like her mother, it wasn't much of a surprise
to me that Jean's breasts were similar, as well: generally pear-shaped, but
with areolas that didn't cover as much of the ends, and nipples that were a
trifle larger and longer.  Jean being a grown woman, her breasts were
larger ?  enough so that each would overfill my cupped hand rather nicely,
I thought.  As I was looking at them, I saw her areolas swell slightly,
telling me that she was getting at least a little aroused from having me
look at her.

   When I raised my eyes to look into her face again, I simply said,
"Lovely!" to let her know I liked them.  She smiled wider, and stood up
next to the couch.  Without batting an eyelash, she unfastened the shorts
she was wearing, unzipped them, and with a little wiggle of her hips, let
them fall to the floor.  She had on what I suspected may have been the
briefest pair of panties on the planet, since they barely covered the mound
between her trim thighs.  I didn't get to see them long, since she quickly
slid her thumbs under the gossamer threads that kept them on her hips and
proceeded to slide them down her legs.  After she stood up again, what
surprised the hell out of me was the discovery that she kept herself shaved
?  there wasn't a hair, or the slightest sign of there ever having been
one, anywhere I could see on her pudendum.  In the gap between her thighs,
I could make out the cleft of her sex and the edges of her labia.  After
several seconds, she calmly turned around so I could have a look at her
ass. A bit large because of the sedentary nature of her job, it certainly
wasn't TOO big for my tastes?  and it was still nicely rounded and as
smooth as could be hoped for.

   She stepped out of the puddle of clothing at her feet and took a step
toward the hallway leading back to her bedroom before turning slightly and
asking, "If you'll follow me?" ?  and laughing briefly when I answered,
"Gladly!"

   In her bedroom, I started to undo the buttons on my shirt, but Jean took
my hands in hers and said, "Let me?  I've wanted to do something like this
with you for years, but never dared let it happen."

   Once she got the buttons of my shirt undone, she slid her hands under
the fabric and ran them over my chest and stomach; satisfied with what she
found, she moved her hands to the waistband of my pants.  She had a little
bit of trouble getting my pants unfastened and unzipped, but got it done ?
then knelt down in front of me as she slid them down my legs.  I stepped
out of them as she practically stared at the bulge filling my shorts; after
a few seconds, she slid her thumbs under the waistband of my shorts and
began slowly pulling them down.  When she'd gotten them pulled down enough
that my cock sprung free, she gasped slightly and hesitated a moment before
continuing lowering my shorts down my legs.  Standing up again, she looked
into my face as she said, "I told you that I started enjoying sex more
after I got married, and even since the divorce, there have been a lot of
times that I wanted to make love.  But after the way my marriage ended,
and? and what started happening with me and my friend, I wasn't sure who I
could trust for anything like that.  It wasn't until the girls wanted to go
to you that I really understood how much I do trust you ?  but then I
didn't want to get in the way of whatever was going on between them and
you; it just seemed like you helping them learn about sex and the two of us
being involved would have complicated everything too much."

   She took a breath before continuing, "What I didn't expect was the way
I'd feel seeing them coming back here looking the way they did?  and still
do, for that matter.  The thing is, I've faced the fact that they're
probably going to keep wanting to see you.  Not just for the physical
things that go on between you, but for all the other things they get from
you ?  the love and affection and caring and all that.  Now that Joanne and
Tina have more experience with real life, I'm hoping that they'll be able
to understand some of what I've been going through before now.  And if they
find out that I was with you, too, then maybe they'll be able to accept it
without too much trouble?  because I do want to be with you, no matter what
it sounded like before."

   With that, she stepped close and reached up to pull my head down so the
two of us could kiss.  The first touch of her lips to mine was soft, but
after only a few seconds the truth of what she'd said came through, and
there was no mistaking what she felt toward me.  I started out by putting
my hands on her hips, but was soon sliding my hands along her entire body
from shoulders to ass.

   When our lips separated, we looked into each other's eyes and walked
together to her bed.  I helped pull the covers down, and we moved to lie
next to each other ?  she on her back, me on my side and propped up on my
elbow.  I put my hand on her belly (to her visible surprise) before telling
her, "Jean, you really do mean something to me, and you have for some time
now.  I'm not going to treat you the same way I do the girls for the simple
reason that you aren't like them: you're a fully grown woman, with
experience that both of us can only hope they never have to go through. 
And you already know things that they still have to learn.  What I can, and
will, do is show you how I feel about you."

   She nodded her understanding, and I lowered my head, kissing her.  That
kiss picked up a little before the other had left off, and then quickly
grew.  As it did, I began moving my hand over Jean's body, enjoying the
feel of her soft skin from her knees to her neck and all points in between.
With her being a full-grown woman and not much younger than I was, there
wasn't any reason for me to worry about moving too fast for her for any
reason other than physical?  and THAT part I knew how to deal with.

   I didn't focus my attentions on any particular area, but didn't leave
anything out, either.  When my hand was on her breasts, her areolas got
even puffier and her nipples grew even longer and harder; my gentle
caresses along the insides of her thighs had her spreading her legs in
encouragement for me to continue ?  and even increase the intimacy of my
touch.  Lightly drawing my fingertips across random areas of her body drew
soft sounds of pleasure, while gently nibbling her earlobes earned me
heartfelt groans of arousal.  Our tongues roamed back and forth between
each other's mouths and across whatever bits of skin that presented
themselves, and our lips and mouths issued affection of varying
intensities. When I finally focused my oral attentions on Jean's mammaries,
she arched her back to lift them upward in welcome.  As I slowly nursed at
both peaks, I settled my hand between her thighs and began tending her
hairless mound?  first lightly drawing a fingertip across her damp opening,
then up between her soft labia, and ending with a brief and gentle
investigation of her clitoris.

   That small effort was enough to have her bring her knees up and spread
them, completely opening herself to my touches.  I didn't hesitate to take
advantage of the opportunity she was presenting me, and soon had her
moaning almost continuously as she lifted her pelvis up in appreciation of
my ministrations.  When I'd gotten her aroused enough that she was almost
dripping her juices, I began slowly and carefully working a finger into
her, accompanied by her vocal encouragement.  While she wasn't virgin tight
inside, it was easy enough to believe that she hadn't been intimate with a
man since her divorce: she was wonderfully tight inside, as well as more
than sufficiently wet and incredibly hot.  I was looking forward to being
able to sink my cock into the cavity that encased my finger so well.

   As I was manually plundering Jean's treasure, she'd taken my penis in
her hand and brought me to full erection.  I'd been alternating between
teasing the entrance to her womanhood with my finger and using the oils I
gathered in the process to torment her clitoris when she finally told me,
"Stop teasing me, dammit!  I need you IN me now!", with a groan.

   That was all the prompting I needed, and after I'd moved between her
legs and gotten myself positioned, she wrapped her legs around my waist
before reaching between us and taking my erect cock in her hand.  She slid
the head of it along her cleft a few times before getting the head nestled
against the tight ring of her opening, then lifting her hips slightly to
hold me in position after she released her hold.  Looking up at me, her
desire was clear as it could be; I began to press myself into her and felt
her opening spread to accept me.  Slowly and carefully, I eased myself
farther and farther into her hot, wet sheath ?  pausing and even pulling
back a bit every so often to make it as easy for her as I could.  When my
pelvis was firmly pressed against hers and the entrance to her womanhood
was clenched around the base of my erect cock, Jean closed her eyes and
absently said, "Oh, GOD, that's good?"

   When she opened her eyes again, I slowly slid most of my length out of
her before once again embedding myself in her tightness as she groaned her
pleasure.  Over the course of the next couple of minutes, the speed of my
movement in her increased steadily until I found a pace that she seemed to
particularly enjoy.  As I continued to plunge my manhood in and out of her,
I lowered myself so that I was supporting my weight on my elbows?  which
brought us close enough that I could kiss and nibble at her neck and
shoulders and (her favorite) her earlobes.

   While that was going on, I could feel the hard tips of her breasts
moving against my chest as her breasts swayed in response to my thrusts;
from the way she acted, I think she found it as erotic and stimulating as I
did.

   Between the way she was responding to my erection sliding in and out of
her wet channel and the additional stimulation my mouth was providing, I
could feel her getting progressively wetter around me in confirmation that
her arousal was increasing apace.  The slapping of our loins had taken on a
distinctly liquid tone when I felt her vagina begin an intermittent
tightening around me: it was slight and infrequent at first, but as I kept
plundering her treasure, it became more frequent and noticeable.  It
eventually got to the point that I knew I was going to cum, it was only a
question of how soon.

   Trying to hold off so that she could climax, too, proved to be enough of
a distraction that I almost made it.  I could literally FEEL how close she
was by the severity and intensity of the tightening of her sheath, but the
added stimulus proved to be more than I could withstand.  With a deep groan
of pleasure, I buried myself in her just ahead of the first spray of
seminal lava erupting from my cock.

   Before the second deluge of cum left me, though, I heard her cry out as
her hot womanhood clamped down on me and began a series of spasms that felt
like her insides were trying to milk my cock ?  making the next spray of
semen nearly as strong as the first.  When I was done emptying myself into
her, I couldn't help noticing that her release was pretty much finished, as
well: she went through just a couple of minor shudders as I held myself
over her while the two of us got our breath back.
I felt her remove her legs from around my waist, and she gave me a
strong hug before sliding her hands up and down my back, saying, "That was

as good as anything I've ever experienced before?"

   Careful to keep my pubic area pressed against hers, I raised up enough
to be able to look at her as I said, "That felt really good ?  I could tell
you were getting close, but you just felt too good and I couldn't keep from
cumming any longer.  If you want, next time will be better for you, I
promise."

   I could see the confusion on her face before she asked me, "Why would
tomorrow be any different than today?"

   It took me a moment to understand that she didn't understand what I
meant, so I explained to her, "No, I meant next time today ?  but only if
you want to, of course."

   She remained silent for a couple of seconds, then hesitantly asked,
"You? you can make love more than once a day?"

   "Well, sure.  Most guys can, I expect."

   "My ex?  he'd want us to be together once, but after that, he'd claim he
was too tired ?  if he wasn't already asleep.  I?  I thought all guys were
like that."

   "Not from what I've heard, we're not.  Sure, when we get older it takes
longer for us to recover each time, but a couple of times over a few hours
isn't weird or anything.  We can't do that every day, of course, but often
enough."

   She was looking at me uncertainly, and I assured her, "Really.  If
you're not sure whether or not to believe me, give it an hour or so and
find out for yourself!" with a lecherous grin.

   She couldn't help grinning in response, and told me, "Okay, we'll see if
you're fibbing to me, or not.  Until then, I really appreciate that you're
not squashing me and helping me stay warm, but?  but I'm not really
comfortable having you inside me now.  I guess I should say that I don't
mind having you inside me as much as I don't care for having your cum in me
for so long.  I wasn't on birth control when I started having sex, and I
always wanted to get semen out of me as soon as I could to minimize the
chance of getting pregnant.  I'm on the pill now, but I'm still happier
when I can get it out sooner rather than later," the last apologetically.

   I promptly uncoupled from her and moved off to the side so she could get
up.  As she did, I told her, "Not a problem, Jean.  Now that I know, I can
make it easier for you next time."

   She gave me a small smile, and as she made her way to her bathroom, I
told her, "If you'll let me know when you're ready, we can clean up a
little bit together."

   Before closing the door to the bathroom, she told me, "I'd like that?"

   I got up and went to collect the clothing she'd discarded, and brought
it back into the bedroom.  I'd just set it aside when the bathroom door
opened a bit and I heard her say, "I'm up for a shower if you are."

   I went in to join her, and the two of us had a fun (if brief) time
rinsing off.  Once we'd helped each other dry off, it was back to her bed
so she could spoon against my front.

   She seemed to enjoy my casual caresses as the two of us idly chatted
about different things.  After a while, I worked up the nerve to ask, "I
couldn't help noticing that you're completely bare.  I think it's sexy as
hell, but I'm curious if there's any particular reason for it."

   I saw her ears darken a bit as she blushed before telling me, "It's
something my girlfriend and I tried once.  We kind of egged each other into
letting us shave each other, and not only was it sexy, but it actually felt
better, too.  So ever since then, we've kept each other completely bare. 
She and I are lovers, and we really care for each other, but it's not like
we're a couple, or anything; sometimes she's with other women, and she
tells me that some of them like it so much they're shaving themselves, too.
I'm still kind of nervous about being with another woman ?  besides her, I
mean ?  so I don't know how another woman will react to ME being shaved? 
but I know a couple of women that I'd like to find out with."

   Hearing that last bit got my mind going with images of Jean and another
woman together, and that was enough to start rejuvenating my cock.  As it
started to get longer and thicker, Jean felt the increased pressure of it
against her ass and turned her head to look at me.  I gave her a little
smile, and she smiled back before saying, "I guess you weren't kidding,
after all."

   "Not even a little bit," I assured her.  "Of course, that's just a
start; but I think if we helped each other along, we could get something
going, though."

   Her face clouded a little bit, and she asked, "How do you mean 'help'?"

   "I was thinking a little '69' might be fun," I answered.  "I'd like to
find out if you taste as good as you smell."

   "I was afraid of that," she said.  "I don't mind, uh, helping you that
way, but I'm not a big fan of doing it, either.  The few times I did it to
my ex, he climaxed in my mouth without warning me ?  and I don't like the
taste of cum."

   "I can understand why you'd feel that way, after those kind of
experiences," I assured her.  "What's different about this time is that I
want us to be able to make love again, so I actually DON'T want to climax
yet.  Second, I've already had a climax, so it's going to take longer
before I can have another one ?  long enough that I expect you'd get tired
way before it happened.  Finally, I'm not your ex?  I'm me, so when I
promise you that I wouldn't do anything like that, you know you can believe
me."

   She considered that for a few moments, then relaxed before telling me,
"No, you've never lied to me about anything.  Okay, I'm up for 'helping'
each other."

   Having said that, she eased herself away from me and sat up on the bed.
A soft push against my hip let me know that she wanted me to lie down,
which I did.  She didn't hesitate to get herself positioned over my head
and lean forward so that she was laying on top of me ?  leaving us in the
classic "69" position.

   With her knees planted on either side of my head, I had a clear and
unimpeded view of the unforested expanse of her pelvis ?  the smooth plain
of her lower belly, and the cleft dividing her pudendum.  At the top of
that divide, the hood covering her clitoris was visible, with the pearl of
flesh beneath it beginning to make an appearance.  At the bottom, I could
see her labia?  slightly thick, but still soft-looking and dark pink;
between, they glistened distinctly, though the opening they bracketed was
already shiny as could be.

   Raising my head, I first extended my tongue to collect some of the
nectar available between the petals of her flower; her juices had a slight
tang that I found quite pleasant, and I didn't delay in sampling them again
before running my tongue between her soft vaginal lips on the way toward
her clitoris so I could encourage it to come out and play.

   As I was doing that, Jean took my semi-erect penis in her hand and
tilted it up; after a moment, I felt her mouth surround the head of it. 
She paused for some reason, but when I continued doing laps around her
clitoris with the tip of my tongue, she took more of me between her lips
and began returning the favor with HER tongue and the head of my penis.  As
I grew even longer and harder under her tender mercies, I could easily
believe that she didn't have much in the way of experience giving head:
while she wasn't doing anything to outright hurt me, she wasn't overly
successful at arousing me, either.  I couldn't help thinking (but knew
better than to say) that she would benefit from getting blowjob lessons
from any one of her daughters?

   Still, what she was doing was enough to move me along; I, on the other
hand, was having a FINE time ?  not just enjoying what I was doing, but
steadily getting her more and more aroused in the process.

   By the time she got me fully erect, I knew that I had her nearly ready
to orgasm; with the passage of just a few more minutes, I succeeded in
pushing her over the edge.  Letting my hard cock slip from her mouth, she
raised her head and released a deep groan as she tried to bring her thighs
together ?  through the minor impediment of my head.  Her clitoris, which
I'd been fluttering the tip of my tongue across, disappeared back under its
flesh cloak; that left me with nothing else to do but cheerfully lap up the
light oils leaking out of Jean's pussy, and see how much of my stiffened
tongue I could worm into her chamber.

   It may have just been my imagination, but it sure seemed like Jean's
orgasm was stronger than the one she'd had when I fucked her; what I was
sure of was that it went on longer.  When it ended, Jean was left panting
and coated with a fine sheen of perspiration; as she recovered, I amused
myself by softly kissing the insides of her thighs and her mons, lightly
lapping up any of her oils that appeared, and using my lips and tongue to
toy with her soft labia.  I didn't get a lot of time to play, however; it
took only a very few minutes until Jean let me know she was ready for us to
go on by taking my hard cock in her mouth again and spending a couple of
minutes making sure I was fully erect?  and leaving a coating of her saliva
on me when she was done.

   She didn't have to say anything to let me know she was ready: when she
finished licking the entire surface of my cock, she lifted herself off of
me and swung herself around so she was sitting next to me.  When I sat up,
she told me, "I?  I want you to do me from behind?" huskily.

   As I got to my knees, Jean did the same before leaning forward and
putting her hands on the bed.  Before I moved behind her, I could see that
her areolas were easily as swollen as they'd been before, and her nipples
standing fully erect.  Settling in behind her, I levered my erection down
with one hand while holding her steady with the other; she arched her back
down, which made an even easier target of her parted and shiny labia.  It
was only a moment's work to get myself positioned at the entrance to her
vagina, then for her to press herself back to keep me in place.  I got my
other hand on her hip and arched my self forward ?  only to be surprised at
how easily I was sliding into her.  She was still incredibly hot and
wonderfully tight inside, but she was also extremely wet; between the
saliva she'd left on me and her intimate lubricant, I was able to fill her
in a single stroke.

   With the ring of her opening clenched around the very base of my
manhood, I heard Jean groan deeply.  Looking down, I could see that she had
the bedcovers clenched in both hands so tightly that her knuckles were
white while she pressed herself back against me as if to confirm that she
had ALL of me buried in her tight wet sheath.  While still looking down, I
shifted my focus to where Jean and I were coupled, then watched her labia
as I slid nearly the entire length of my erection out of her.  Despite how
wet and slippery she was, she was still tight enough around me that I could
see her opening being pulled out slightly (as were her vaginal lips). 
After pausing for the briefest of moments, I pressed myself back into her,
watching as everything that had tried to follow my cock OUT reversed
direction and guided me back IN.  It was a fascinating and erotic enough
sight that I repeated my actions a few more times before I heard Jean's
faint whimper of frustration as she wiggled her ass slightly.

   Reminded of my obligations, I began gradually pumping myself into her
more quickly.  It was easy enough to find a combination of pace and force
that pleased both of us, and I soon had her moaning her increasing arousal
as I enjoyed sliding myself in and out of her.

   As I was pistoning my penis back and forth through the ring of her
entrance, the dark rosette of her anus caught my attention ?  particularly
the way it seemed to wink at me each time I thrust into her.  To this day,
I don't know what got into my head, but I couldn't resist collecting some
of the abundant supply of lubrication she was providing and transferring it
to that orifice?  something that dramatically increased the pleased noises
she was making.  Then when I began rubbing my thumb across it and firmly
pressing against it, she nearly went wild; it took only a couple of minutes
of that for me to feel her already tight vagina tightening around me as she
quickly moved toward having an orgasm.  Waiting until I knew how close she
was, I finally pressed hard enough for my thumb to slip through her most
intimate opening ?  immediately followed by her having an orgasm that put
the previous ones to shame.  She nearly screamed at the start of it, her
body frozen in place in front of me as I felt her clamp down on me hard
enough to be almost painful; that was followed by her internal muscles
relaxing with fluttering kind of sensation.  Unable to resist the
temptation, I moved my thumb in her ass and she promptly clamped down on me
again, almost as tightly as the one before.

   I'll confess to wanting to keep overstimulating her that way, but I
somehow managed not to give in to it.  Instead, I kept my thumb and my cock
still in her as she went through a series of several progressively less
intense spasms around my manhood and through her body.  There was a brief
"relapse" of sorts, though, when I pulled my thumb back out of her anus.

   As she was gasping for air, I used the opportunity to go back to
enjoying the sight of how her labia clasped at me when I slowly pulled my
cock out of her, and then all but disappeared when I moved the other
direction.  I likely got a couple of minutes worth of that entertaining
sight before I heard Jean softly tell me, "I don't know what possessed you
to do that, and I don't know if I should thank you or kill you for trying
it.  That's the first time anybody has done anything like that to me, and
the orgasm I just had would have been the LAST reaction I'd have expected
to have to it.  It was fucking incredible ?  but don't do it again, okay,"
more than a little shakily.

   "Sure thing, Jean," I assured her.  "At least, not until you tell me."

   She turned her head and gave me a baleful look before saying, "I'm not
going to rule that out, mind you, but don't expect it to happen any time
soon.  In the mean time, can we get back to the plain-old fucking?"

   I answered by pressing myself as far into her as I could, followed by
quickly resuming my previous pace.  I even leaned over so I could kiss her
shoulder and cup her breasts in my hand while gently pinching and pulling
on her nipples.  She moaned her appreciation of my efforts, and after
several seconds I raised up again so I could put my hands back on her hips.

   One of the side-effects of sticking my thumb in her ass was how much
wetter she got; in turn, that meant that my pubic hair had to try to soak
up the overflow ?  without a lot of success.  So as I continued fucking
into her, there was a distinctly liquid sound each time my pelvis met hers.
And last but certainly not least, the unique aroma of hot-and-ready female
was damn near thick enough to cut with a knife; I figured anybody with even
a passing acquaintance with fresh air was going to know what had happened
in her bedroom just as soon as they came inside the house.

   But that wasn't my problem, then or ever.  My problem was that I was
starting to get a little tired.  Rather than try to tough it out, I slowed
my thrusts into Jean until she noticed what was going on (about ten
seconds, I think) and turned her head to look at me.  I wasn't the least
bit bashful about telling her, "I'm getting a little tired.  How about if
you're on top for a while?"

   To MY surprise, she looked surprised for a couple of moments before
asking, "You're okay with me being on top?"

   "Sure, why not?" I answered, using the three words that got me into a
lot of "situations" in the Navy ("Hey, Jeff?  wanna go see how much beer we
can drink?" "Sure, why not?" ?  "Jeff?  how about if we go out and see how
much fun we can have before the local cops get upset." "Sure, why not?" and
so on).

   She nodded her willingness, and as we were moving ourselves into
position, she said, "My ex, he only wanted to be behind me or on top.  I've
never been with a guy like that before?"

   Once I was on my back and she was squatting over me, it didn't take her
long to figure out how to get herself positioned over me and then settled
onto my erect penis.  The look on her face when her ass settled onto the
tops of my thighs was priceless.

   Satisfied with her self-impalement, she had a fine time learning what
she could do with the two of us in that position: how changing her angle
over me changed the way I felt in her, discovering that she could lean over
and let me use my mouth on her breasts while she moved herself on me,
having me playing with her breasts while we made love, and generally
finding out how doing different things felt.  And I enjoyed the hell out of
every minute of it.

   In the process of Jean's trying to make up for everything she'd missed
out on up until then, she had another orgasm.  It wasn't as strong as the
one resulting from having my thumb up her butt, but it was appreciably more
powerful than she'd experienced when I'd been in her the first time.  For
my part, the feeling of her climaxing around my cock again did a lot to
move me toward my own release as I continued playing with her breasts and
gently pinching her erect nipples.

   When her orgasm ended, Jean leaned forward again; that was when she
finally got around to looking at where we were joined.  She hesitated a
moment, then slowly cycled herself off and back onto me a couple of times
before looking at me in awe and saying, "I?  I've never looked before.  I
had no idea it could look so?  so?  incredible ?  it's so beautiful and so
sexy at the same time.  And getting to watch it happen while I'm feeling
it? it was AMAZING!"

   I smiled and answered, "Yeah, it is," before lifting my head and
fastening my lips on the peak of one of her breasts so I could begin
nursing at it while gently dragging my teeth across her areola.  She
groaned her pleasure at what I was doing, then went back to sliding herself
up and down my shaft much as she'd done before her discovery.

   Jean was again covered by a fine sheen of perspiration when I noticed
that she was starting to get tired.  I put my hands on her waist and
applied a little pressure to get her to stop.  When she did, I told her,
"You're tired now, and I'm rested ?  how about if I take over again?  We
can move around again or stay like this, whichever you prefer."

   She considered it for only a moment before telling me, "I kinda like
this."

   I smiled up at her and arched myself up to let her know how far I could
move; she raised herself up a little bit at first, and as I continued to
thrust up into her, fine-tuned her position until she got the most pleasure
from my penetrations.  She also leaned forward again so I could orally
assault her breasts while holding and softly squeezing them with my hands.

   Able to hold still and simply experience what I was doing with her
mammaries while fucking up into her, it wasn't long until Jean started
getting the full benefit of the stimulation I was providing her; but once
she did, it quickly took effect.  I was starting to feel the approach of my
own climax when she again signalled the imminence of her release by
starting the intermittent tightening around me that I enjoyed so much. 
From that point on, the only question was which one of us was going to
climax first.

   As luck would have it, Jean slid into her orgasm just ahead of me; the
sudden and dramatic tightening of her wet vagina around me was enough to
push ME over the edge almost immediately.  I somehow managed to force the
entire length of my stiff cock into the too-small grip of her womanhood
even as the first spray of semen was rocketing through my shaft.

   Her orgasm was both stronger and longer-lasting than the one before,
which meant that my release ended before hers.  That meant that I was alert
enough to prevent her from all but collapsing on top of me when hers was
over; once I'd guided and lowered her to lay on my chest, I got my arms
around her and held her as I listened to her labored breathing.  It took a
few minutes, but she did finally get her breathing and senses back.  I
could tell that she was still a little weak, so when I felt her push
against me as though she wanted to get up, I simply held her close and
said, "Forget it.  I know you're still too tired and wrung out to be able
to do anything by yourself, anyway ?  so just relax for another couple of
minutes.  Then you can get up if you really want to."

   Several seconds passed without a second effort from her, so I knew she'd
decided to take my advice.  A bit later, in a soft voice, she told me,
"You're right?  I am too damn tired to get up.  What we just had ?  it was
way better than anything I ever experienced with that shithead I was
married to.  Any one of the orgasms I had with you was better than any I
ever had with him, never mind that I've had so many of them.  And on top of
everything else, you were so much nicer than he ever even THOUGHT of being?
you were careful not to get into me too fast, you were patient and
understanding with me, and so much more.  Is that how you are with the
girls?"

   "Yeah.  I took more time with them since they had to learn more along
the way, but that's about it."

   She was quiet for a moment, then told me, "Now I understand why they
come home looking as happy and satisfied as they do.  I'll probably look
the same way!"

   I gave her a hug and nuzzled her ear, causing her to scrunch her
shoulder as she told me, "No, don't go starting on me again.  I don't know
if I could survive another round with you," with a small laugh.  I pulled
my head back and satisfied myself with a soft kiss to the top of her head;
both of us were content to lie there for a little while before Jean started
to get up again.  I pulled my arms from around her, and she sat up easily
enough.  Looking down at me, she said, "Even though that was the best sex
I've ever had with a guy, I still want to be with other women, too.  If I
thought for a minute you'd be okay with that, I'd marry you in a
heartbeat."

   I smiled up at her and answered "Jean, you already know that I am okay
with you being with other women.  You told me before we came in here,
remember?  Don't you think I already knew what two women do together?  Did
I do or say anything to give you the idea that I wanted to be your
one-and-only?"

   She didn't say anything in response to that; instead, she just continued
to look at me as she lifted herself off my mostly-deflated penis and cupped
her hand at her crotch as she made a quick trip into her bathroom.  There
wasn't anything for me to do except lie there, thinking about what she'd
said until she opened the door again and announced, "Shower time!"

   Once we'd dried off and were spooning on the bed again, several minutes
passed with the two of us just lying there before she asked, "You're
serious about not minding if I want to be with other women?"

   "No more than you mind that I'm with other women, too ?  specifically,
underage YOUNG women?  and more specifically, your daughters.  Probably
less, even: you're another female, so you can understand what's going on
between me and them a whole lot better than I could understand what there
is about you and another woman.  See, the thing is, I already know that
I'll never understand it the way you or the other woman or women do ?  not
only don't I have the right plumbing, but I only know what it's like to be
a guy.  So because I know I don't know, I'm willing to accept that there
would be things that I'll likely never ever comprehend.  And because of
that, I'm fine with you doing things that are beyond my ability to
understand completely ?  like buying shoes, or going shopping without
buying anything, and that sort of stuff.  It's not that I'm GIVING you
freedom, because that isn't something I can give or take away; instead, I'm
ready to accept that you're going to USE the freedom that's inherently
yours in ways that I can't fully appreciate.  It's just like I enjoy being
an engineer, and even though you don't understand what it is that I get
from it, you'd never try to tell me to get some other kind of job for some
reason or other.  In fact, I think two women being together is pretty sexy;
if you and the other person were okay with it, I'd enjoy the hell out of
just being able to watch ?  and if both of you were agreeable, I'd damn
sure like to join in.  I'm telling you I'd like it, but only so you know
that an invitation wouldn't be turned down; I'd NEVER pressure you or her
to make it happen?  and that's assuming anything DID happen here, as
opposed to somewhere else so that I never knew if anything happened or
not."

   She was silent again for a while, then told me, "It wasn't long after
you moved in and we got to know each other a little bit that I realized
what kind of guy you are.  You're not perfect, but you're a hell of a lot
closer to it than any other guy I've ever seen or met ?  you're incredibly
patient, WAY smarter than anyone else I know, forgiving, honest almost to a
fault, polite, playful, and a whole bunch more.  I started out liking you,
and as time passed, it grew into something more ?  love, even.  I know you
like me ?  even love me, maybe ?  and that you think I'm pretty and sexy.
You've made it pretty clear that if I was of a mind to, you'd like the two
of us to spend some intimate time together; but you were NICE about it, and
didn't make a nuisance of yourself.  Yeah, we've played around with it, but
I always knew that's just what it was?  playing.  I think any woman that
you took a fancy to the way you did with me would consider herself damn
lucky."

   Hearing that, I hugged Jean before answering, "Yeah, I do love you.  Not
the idealized see-no-evil kind, but grown adult love, accepting that you're
another human being with your own personality and thoughts and ideas and
foibles and faults and everything else.  But I learned about that part of
you as we went along; it was your character and your?  spirit, I guess
you'd call it that I noticed first.  One of the things I got out of being
in the Navy was a dislike for people that simply won't take responsibility
for themselves; the ones that always have an excuse of some kind about
things.  You got a crap deal for a marriage, but you didn't let it get in
the way of doing the best you could for yourself and the girls.  And you
DAMN sure didn't use it as any kind of excuse, either.  Even when you were
bitching at me about doing too much for you or the girls, I respected the
guts and independence you showed BY bitching at me.  But through everything
that's happened with and between us, I've cared?  about you, and about
them."

   The silence between us lasted several minutes, and was only broken when
Jean wanted to know, "Jeff?  Would?  would you want to marry me?"

   From what she'd said before going into the bathroom, and the things we'd
told each other, I knew that we were having a discussion unlike any we'd
ever had before ?  but to have her come right out and be the one to propose
we get married?  it was a surprise.  Enough of one that I had to really
think about it for a few seconds before I could answer, "Yeah, I would,
Jean.  I haven't thought about it in quite that way before, but?  yeah, I'd
like that very much."

   She moved away from me a little bit, then rolled over to face me; when
she did, I could see the tears of happiness in her eyes.  She quickly
latched onto me, and the two of us shared a lengthy hug before exchanging
several tender kisses.  What followed that was a couple hours worth of
discussion and preliminary planning.  When the girls got home, we broke the
news to them, thrilling them beyond belief.

   That was a lot of years ago.  Jean and I got married, as agreed, after
she got the promotion she was up for at work ?  she was adamant about
contributing as much as she could to our financial stability.  Our marriage
was a small, private event attended by us, the girls, and a FEW close
friends.  Our honeymoon was on a ten-day cruise in the Carribean with the
girls and a couple of Jean's woman friends.  I had a 'honeymoon' night with
each of the girls, including Chris who used the event to have me deflower
her (easily done, and quite satisfactory for her) while Jean spent a night
with each of HER friends.  Then Jean and each of her friends had a
honeymoon night with ME, which all of us enjoyed thoroughly.

   Once back home, we easily got the details of our various personal
relationships worked out.  Whenever one of the girls (infrequently) wanted
the two of us to spend the night together, it was done in her room; on such
occasions, Jean would either sleep alone in our bedroom (rarely) or make
arrangements to spend the night with one of HER friends (usually).  The
times that I or one of the girls just wanted a little bit of "fun time"
together, it was accomplished while the others were out of the house; they
knew what was going on, and invariably cooperated by giving us plenty of
time to get things worked out.

   Sometimes, Jean would invite one of her woman friends to stay with us
for a night or even a weekend; the girls accepted such occasions as
perfectly reasonable.

   As the years passed, Jean gradually showed less and less interest in
intimacy with other women ?  not because of any prowess I had as a lover,
but rather because she was able to release more and more of her inhibitions
and rid herself of habits and attitudes that interfered with her enjoyment
of being with me.  For example, the girls were all in high school when Jean
was able to give up her compulsion to get rid of my semen as soon as
possible after we made love; she found uninterrupted snuggling FAR more
pleasant.

   As the girls went off to college, the intimacy between me and each of
them quickly tapered off: the first year or so for each of them, we'd
continue to make love whenever they came home to visit, but once they
started finding boyfriends?

   Once the girls were out on their own, Jean and I discovered the
advantages of having the entire house to ourselves and in the process,
proving that an active and varied sex life can continue WELL past
middle-age.

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