COUNTRY SUMMER 

Edited by Lance Vargas

   Preface - I have an old friend who knows that I am an erotic writer.  He
surprised me with a old, banged up composition book and told me he wrote
this almost 40 years ago when he was a teen.  I've edited only where
absolutely necessary, but names remain the same.  After reading I
immediately asked if he had more.  He smiled and said no.  Sadly, this is
his only contribution, and I'm sure you'll agree with me that he should
continue to recollect.  Enjoy.

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   CHAPTER ONE - THE GIRLS ARE COMING

   Every summer we'd go through the same routine.  I'd look forward to the
last day of school.  Ah, nothing to do but wake up and head out to the
swimming hole.  The country life was great.  It was still too early in the
season for harvesting so our help around the farm was not in great demand
yet.  That was always much later.

   No, the early days of summer were quite nice.  Slow, easy.  Except when
July began to roll around.  That's when the girls would come.

   We lived in our grandmother's large farmhouse.  Our nearest neighbor,
besides my aunt & uncle next door, was a mile away.  My uncle built his
house on the farm and did the farming.

   My cousins and I had it made.  With such solitude we had the run of the
countryside.  We lived along the edge of the woods and took full advantage
of that with hunting, fishing and, of course, swimming.  Being as there
were no girls in either family, our inhibitions were quite low. 
Skinny-dipping was the norm unless company was present.  Visiting cousins
meant we had to don our cutoffs to preserve their modesty.  Girls were not
allowed even near the swimming hole.  Just in case our guests became
unihibited during play.  It wasn't unusual to forgo the trunks during
mid-swim when everyone became comfortable.  No sexual connotation was
placed on nudity.  It just seemed the logical thing to do.

   As summers passed, my best friend and next-door cousin, Pete, and I
discovered the fascinating attraction of the opposite sex.  The stash of
"girlie" books I found in my dad's closet guided us in an education of the
female form.  Being totally unihibited we barely noticed each other's
erections when perusing these magazines in our secret clubhouse.  The club
was an abandoned horse shed on the edge of the woods.  Here was were we
smoked our contraband cigarettes, looked at pictures of naked women, and
shared our desires.

   In the eighth grade I learned how to masturbate and couldn't wait to get
to the club to show Pete.  It was marvelous.  The feeling was fantastic, we
considered ourselves fools for not having thought of this before.  That
summer was quite an awakening for me.  It was the first time I ever thought
to compare my dick with anyone else.  I noted that mine was considerably
longer and fatter than Pete's.  I also had more skin than he did.

   When summer vacation came that year, Pete's older brother joined us in
the club to prepare for the first swim.  Steve was in the tenth grade.  He
was our mentor.  He taught us all the dirty words we knew; he told us about
girls and what boys can do with their dicks.  We were getting out of our
clothes to prepare to run through the woods naked to go skinny-dipping when
Steve started talking about fucking again.

   Pete and I listened intently as we got undressed.  It wasn't long before
we were both hard as a rock.  Steve saw Pete's boners and kind of chuckled.
Then he pulled down his pants and underwear and said, "Now, here's a dick
for you." And he was right!  It was long, wide and rock hard with lots of
veins just pulsing around it.  Like me, he had a foreskin.  He stroked it
slowly a couple of times, just a little drop of liquid at the tip.

   "Go ahead and touch it if you want," he said poking his cock toward us.

   His brother, Pete, reached out at grabbed it gently.  Then he said, "I
think that Brad's is bigger than yours, Steve."

   Steve got mad and said, "What in the shit are you talking about?  Let's
see yours Brad."

   I walked over to Steve and simply offered by dick for review.  Steve
grabbed it and pulled it next to his.  Sure enough, mine was about a half
inch longer than his and just a bit wider.

   Steve was really pissed off.  "Yeah, well maybe.  But let me tell you,
women are gonna be scared of something that size.  Man, you're really gonna
scare them off when they see that.  You better watch out cause it's gonna
grow bigger than that, then you'll never fuck a girl."

   The minute he said that my boner started to wilt.  Now I really had
something to worry about.  My dick is too big to fuck a girl with, what am
I going to do?  And I was still growing.

   Steve left the club after pulling up his pants.  Pete wanted to go
swimming but I didn't feel like it.  I got dressed and left.  Now Pete was
upset, too.  He couldn't understand why I was making a big fuss out of
fucking a girl.  He was still in sixth grade and while he liked to look at
pictures in the magazines he really had no interest in putting his pecker
inside of a girl.

   That night after supper I started digging in Gram's sewing basket
looking for her tape measure.  I found it and went into the bathroom.  I
took off my pants and underwear, and like anytime I found myself naked I
began to get hard.  I put the tape against it and measured--it was 7-1/2
inches from where it started from my stomach to the tip.  I wrapped the
tape around it and it measured 6-1/2 inches.  I kept these numbers in my
head and went into my bedroom; I got a piece of paper from my notebook and
wrote down the date and put the numbers next to it.

   Soon, this became a nightly occurrence and the entries in my log grew.
There was only slight variance in the numbers, except one night.  While
digging for something in mom and dad's closet I came across a new girlie
mag.  I sneaked it under my shirt and immediately made off to the bathroom.
I sat and turned the pages slowly, beating myself off to each new picture.
I wanted to jack off until the white stuff came out again, but then
remembered the tape.  I went in the medicine cabinet and got out the
measure and put it against my dick as always.  Except this time it measured
almost 8 inches!  And it was a full 7 inches around!  Oh shit, it was
growing again.  My hard-on died.  I wrapped up the tape and stuck it behind
the nasal spray in the medicine cabinet.  Then I sneaked the magazine back
into the closet.

   I stayed awake in bed that evening wondering what I was going to do when
I got married.  I wondered if a doctor could make me small again.  I had
seen my father naked a couple of times and his was big, too.  I wondered if
he and mom ever did it or if she was scared of it.  I fell asleep.  When I
awoke the next morning I had my normal morning hard-on.  Seeing it got me
upset all over again.

   Pete and I met at the club and I told him about the new development. 
That's when he came up with his theory.  When a man exercises he gets big
muscles.  Therefore, if you exercise your dick it gets bigger.  Simple.

   "So, Pete, maybe I should quit jacking off, huh?"

   "That's up to you, but if you don't you're going to get bigger."

   "Well, you wanna quit?"

   "Hell, no.  Not me!  I don't want to stick my dick in any girl.  I don't
care how big mine gets."

   "But what about when you get married?  How are you gonna marry a girl if
she's scared of you?"

   Pete had an answer, "Simple.  I won't show her my dick til after we're
married.  Then it'll be too late."

   Well, Pete's answer didn't satisfy me.  I had to take matters in my on
hand, or rather, out of my own hands.  From that day on I gave up
masturbation.  I quit cold turkey.  I just had visions of this monster
getting out of hand and growing to tremendous proportions.  I could see me
explaining to Mom why I needed special-made pants to accomodate my giant
penis.  Yes, abstinence was the only answer.

   That's not to say that I didn't get desires anymore.  My morning hard-on
was always there.  But I wouldn't hold it while I tried to piss, scared
that I might be tempted to stroke it and, therefore, add another millimeter
to it's length and breadth.  No, I let it swing free usually spraying the
back of the toilet pretty good.

   For three weeks I was celibate.  It was hard being in the clubhouse with
Pete reading those magazines and beating off with abandon.  One day, Steve
joined us to go swimming.  We were getting undressed and Steve saw me
putting on some old gymn shorts.

   "Why are you wearing those?" he asked.

   Pete broke in, "He's scared of getting on bone in the water.  He knows
it'll make his dick grow."

   That's when we explained our whole theory to Steve about exercising the
love muscle.  He gave a real big smile and almost laughed.  That's when a
thought came to me.

   "Hey Steve, how come your's don't grow bigger.  Don't you jack off?"

   "Naw, man, I don't have to jack off.  I got girls that'll do that for
me. Besides, I'd rather fuck that get my dick jacked off." He was one cool
guy.

   "But don't your dick grow bigger if a girl jacks you off, or if you
screw a girl?" Pete asked.

   "No, it don't work like that.  See, your dick is made for women, you
know.  The more they use it the better it gets.  That's what it's there
for. But if you use it by yourself it justs grows." Steve sure was full of
useful information.

   "Hey, do you think that if you screw enough that it'll get smaller or go
back to a regular size?" I hoped against hope.

   "Maybe.  You never know.  Hey, by the way, I bet Pammy and Becky are
coming soon, huh?"

   "Yeah, I think I heard they're coming Wednesday.  And I think Evelyn is
coming with them." I replied somewhat depressed.

   Every year Gram has a big celebration at the farm for the Fourth of
July. Family and friends from around the state come for a big barbeque.  To
help get the place ready, she always asks my cousins from out-of-town,
Pammy and Becky, to come spend a few days and help clean up the farmhouse.

   Pammy is a year older than me.  She's nice and everything but can be
kind of weird sometimes.  She's pretty and has a shape just like a woman.
Becky is a couple of years younger than Pammy, and she's very pretty. 
She's more shy than Pammy is, though.  She doesn't talk to us much.  Oh,
she'll play games and stuff, but when we start talking about serious stuff
she usually leaves.

   Now, Evelyn is their little sister.  I guess she's about Pete's age,
maybe a little younger, but she's a terror.  We hate her cause she tattles
on everything.  She always wants her way and will cry if she doesn't get
it. We usually run away from her when she comes visit.

   Now I liked Pammy cause she would tell me things about real life that
Steve never would.  But sometimes she took things too far.  I remember a
couple of years ago when she came for her annual stay that we were playing
in the barn one afternoon.  She always wanted to play with Barbie dolls and
stuff, but I never wanted to.  So she made up a new game called "the farmer
and his wife." I would go farming during the day and come home and eat
supper at night.  Well, at first this was a neat game because I could leave
Pammy and do whatever I wanted to for a long time, then she would tell me
it's time to come home for supper.  So Pete was my hired hand, and he and I
went out to "farm." Then Pammy called me into the barn to come and eat. 
When I walked through the barn door she said, "Oh welcome home, Bradford."
Then she hugged me and kissed me full on the lips!

   Man, I broke out of that hug real fast.  I wiped my face and said "What
are you doing?" She said, "I just missed you today, that's all.  Now sit
down and eat your fish." I didn't want to play anymore after that.  But she
said she wouldn't do it again so I stayed.

   The next year I fell for the same game.  I "farmed" with Pete for a
while and then she called me inside.  Forgetting what happened last time I
didn't prepare myself.  She grabbed me again, hugged me and one more time
kissed me right on the lips.  But this time she stuck her tongue in my
mouth.  My reaction wasn't like the first time, though.  I didn't bolt, in
fact, I stayed there somewhat curious as to what she was doing.  But I did
feel something start to stir in my pants as she wiped my teeth with her
tongue.

   "Did you like that?" she asked through half-closed eyes.

   "I don't know.  It's OK.  But let's not do it anymore." I was confused.

   "OK, if you don't want..." and she turned around and finished preparing
the "meal."

   Pete and I knew they didn't look like the girls in our books, but they
were girls and they were available.  We never did talk to them about real
dirty stuff like dicks and tits.  But, boy, we wanted to.  Pete and I would
go out at night and climb up the tree, trying to spy in the bathroom when
they'd shower.  The windows were usually too steamy, but one time we got a
real good look at Becky.  There wasn't much there, but it sure stayed in
our imagination a good long time.  Pammy was the one with breasts, though.
And she's the one we really wanted to see.  But we knew she was too good
for playing or anything.

   The one thing I hated the most whenever they came for their summer visit
was how inconvenient it was for me.  Not only was I to keep them company,
and that meant no swimming or clubhouse, but I had to give up my bed and
sleep on the sofa in the living room.  I hated that sofa, it was hard and
the plastic stunk.  But since I had a double bed in my room, Mom thought it
only fair that the two girls should share it.

   Steve spoke up breaking me out of my reminisence, "Boy, I wish it was
Melanie who was coming."

   Yeah, me too.  Melanie was another cousin who used to live on the
nearby. She was much older than we were, I guess about 8 years older than
me.  They moved away a few years ago, so my memories of her are sketchy. 
But I do remember her being absolutely beautiful.  I had one memorable
experience with her that I've never shared with anyone, and I haven't
thought about it in a long time.

   Melanie used to visit Gram so she could come and ride horses on the
farm. I was about 7 years old then.  One day I rode with her, and we had
bounced all over the place; she was laughing up a storm.  I sat behind her
in the saddle and would wrap my arms around her to hold on.  She told me to
keep my arms high, way above her waist.  She'd lift my hands, and I was
scared because pretty soon I'd be touching her chest.  But every time I'd
lower my hands she'd grab them and place them up there.

   When we rode the horse back to the barn, I helped her but the tack away.
I carried the blanket and bridle back to the store room.  When I put them
away on the shelf I turned around to leave and there was Melanie standing
there blocking my way out.

   She said, "You wanna see something?"

   "Yeah, what?" I replied innocently.  She then opened her already
unbuttoned shirt and exposed one of her breasts to me.

   "You can go ahead a feel it if you want." She offered it to me, then
took my hand and placed it directly on it.  I was frozen and felt this real
empty feeling in my stomach.  Then she took her other hand and started
rubbing my pants right between my legs.  I was too scared to make her stop,
but I really didn't think she would do anything.

   Then she said, "I don't think it's fair that you saw me but I didn't see
you." Then she knelt down in front of me and unbuttoned and unzipped my
pants.  She pulled them along with my underwear all the way down to my
shoes.  My little pecker just pointed straight up.  She then leaned over
and put it in her mouth and kind of puffed on it.  She only did that a
couple of minutes then got up off her knees.  She unsnapped her shorts and
pulled them and her panties down just a little exposing a little patch of
hair.  She put her hands in her panties and covered up her hair, but she
was rubbing it up and down.

   After a couple of minutes of this she snapped up her pants and buttoned
her shirt.  Then she pulled up my pants and said, "Let's not tell anybody
about this, OK?" I agreed not thinking there was much to tell.

   "Yeah, I sure wish it was Melanie instead of Pammy and Becky," I sighed.

   "Don't forget Evelyn the bitch," Pete reminded us with a vicious sneer.

   "Dammit, why do they have to come a screw up my summer." I was mad. 
"They always take my bed and I can't go anywhere.  I wish it was after the
Fourth of July right now, then it would all be over."

   "Hey, man, these are chicks.  You wanna run them off?" Steve asked.

   "These aren't chicks, they're our cousins.  And don't pull your meat
like that, idiot, they ain't gonna do anything with you." Pete sounded
wise.

   I was still upset, "Yeah, but I still ain't got a place to sleep.  Hey,
why don't we go camping?  We could all sleep outside, pitch the tent on the
edge of the woods and just stay there for a while."

   "You think your Mom would let them join us," Steve raised his eyebrows.

   "I ain't talking about the girls, stupid.  I'm talking about us.  We
could go camping." I just couldn't believe Steve sometimes.

   "Yeah, and we could probably spy on them in the bathroom again." Pete
volunteered.

   "Hey, good idea.  OK, I'll get things set up, you guys get the food and
wood and I'll get the tent and stuff.  OK?" Steve was masterminding the
project now.

   I didn't go swimming that day, I was too excited about the camping trip.

   "But, Mom, we won't be by ourselves; Steve's coming with us, he said
so." I pleaded.

   "Are you sure?  I will not let you and Pete camp out alone.  Steve or
his daddy has got to be there, do you understand, or it's no camping." She
was pretty firm.

   "He will be there.  He said so." I thought I had the last word.

   "Oh, wait a minute, that's when Pammy, Becky and Evelyn are coming in.
That's Wednesday night.  You'll have company here."

   Oh, crap.  Evelyn was coming for sure.  "But, Mom, I don't got a place
to sleep.  If Evelyn's coming then I really won't have a place, cause
somebody else is gonna have to sleep on the sofa.  It would be just right
if I would go sleep in the tent." It sounded perfectly rational to me.

   "Well, we'll see." I loved it when she said we'll see.  That usually
means I won't make a decision on it and whatever you do is OK.

   Wednesday morning I started to go play outside when I heard a truck
drive up and doors close.  I looked outside and there was Uncle Mo's
pickup. He was standing outside talking to Gram and Mom, and there were the
three sisters wrestling with their bags in the back of the truck.  Pammy,
the curly strawberry blonde, Becky, who had short brown hair, and Evelyn
with blonde hair in big curls.  They sure didn't look like sisters.

   "Braaaaaaaddddddd!  Brad, come out here and help!" I tried to ignore
Mom's calling, but then I hear Gram, "Bradford, out here, young man."

   Like a shot I ran for the door.

   "Yes, ma'am?"

   "Hi, Brad." "Hello, Brad" Pammy and Becky both greeted me, but I tried
to ignore them - just like Evelyn was ignoring everybody.

   "Help the girls with their bags, son.  You go ahead and put them in the
front room." Gram always called my bedroom the front room.  Never Brad's
bedroom.  I don't know why.  I knew that it used to be the parlor when she
was younger.  But when Grandpa got sick and had to stay in a hospital bed
they converted the room into a bedroom.  That's when Uncle Mo and Uncle Jan
built the bathroom on to it.  It's a strange little bathroom, like it was
just stuck on to the outside of the house.  Even had a door that led
outside.

   I remember when I first slept in that bedroom.  I was scared because I
felt so all alone.  This bedroom was separate from all the other bedrooms,
which kind of had a wing to themselves.  But I was separated by a long
hallway and then the massive living room.  Now I loved being all by myself.
I could sneak out at night through the bathroom and nobody would know.

   But for the next few nights that bedroom room would be the domain of
girls.  My precious solitude would be stolen from me.  But that didn't
matter because I was going camping.  Gonna rough it.  Like a real country
boy.

   I finally told the girls hi, and turned around and went inside with
their bags.  I threw them on my bed and went back to the kitchen.

   Uncle Mo had left, and Mom was fixing lunch for all of us.  At
lunchtime, I was the first at the table.  Then one by one, the girls showed
up.  They were arguing about sleeping arrangments.  I just smiled to
myself. I didn't have to get in on the discussion this time, because it
didn't concern me.

   Just then the phone rang.  Mom answered it then called me.  It was Pete.

   "I saw them drive up a while ago.  Looks like Evelyn is with them, huh?
Look, we can't go camping tonight cause Steve's sick.  He's got a bug or
something cause he's been throwing up and got the loose bowels real bad. 
Anyway, Momma wanted me to tell you.  Still wanna go swimming this
afternoon?" Pete sure could change the subject fast.

   "Whatcha mean, he's sick?  I can't believe that he's gonna stay home
just because he's throwing up a little.  C'mon, you gotta tell him that we
gotta go.  I gotta get out of here.  Look, don't tell my mom that he's not
coming.  Maybe I can still go."

   "I dunno, I don't think Momma's gonna let me go anyway without Steve. 
You wanna go swimming?" Pete had a one-track mind.

   "I can't go swimming, stupid.  They're here and I can't go nowhere.  And
it looks like I'm gonna be stuck until the Fourth with them here.  Man, I
can't believe this." I hung up the phone feeling very, very depressed.  My
shot at freedom gone.

   "Sit down and eat your sandwich, Brad.  We've all said grace." Mom look
at me inquisitively.  "Why was Pete calling at lunchtime?"

   "Aw, Steve's sick and he can't go camping.  We can't do nothing without
him."

   "What's the matter with Steve?" asked Pammy.  She looked real concerned.

   "I don't know.  He's just puking and stuff..."

   "Bradford!  Do not talk that way at the dinner table.  Or anywhere else,
for that matter." My Mom, Miss Manners.

   The rest of the meal was silence on my end of the table.  I wolfed down
my sandwich and gulped my Kool-Aid.  Then I walked out the screen door into
the barnyard.  I was already in the barnyard when I heard the screen door
again slam behind me.  I looked back and Pammy was skipping toward me
followed closely by Becky and Evelyn.

   "Where you going?" sang Pammy.

   "I dunno, just walking.  I thought you had to clean the house?" I
reminded her.

   "No, your Mom said we don't have to start until the morning.  Where do
you wanna go?"

   Just what I need, three shadows.  I was really pissed off and it was all
their fault.  "I don't know where I'm going, I guess to the club."

   "Uh ummmm, we can't go there.  Mommy said we're not allowed out of the
barnyard.  I'm gonna tell." Boy, I hated Evelyn's whiney little voice.  She
was such a bitchy little girl.

   "Oh yeah, you tell on me and I'm telling on you!" screamed Pammy.  I
don't know what Pammy had on Evelyn but whatever it was it shut her up
good. She ran back into the yard and played with the dog.  Pammy and Becky
followed me to the edge of the woods.

   "Hey, you can't come with me.  No girls allowed in the club."

   "You can't make rules like that.  You don't own the club anyway.  We can
go where we want.  This is Gram's farm." Becky was kind of bitchy herself.

   Pammy added, "We're not going to break your silly clubhouse or anything.
We just want to visit with you.  OK?  Let's play or something."

   "I'm not in the mood.  I just want to go and relax." I sulked.

   "OK, we'll go with you then." Pammy was just too sing-song.  She was
getting on my nerves, but I was too pissed off to fight with her anymore.

   When I walked in the door of the club there was Pete reading a magazine
and jacking off.

   "Pete!  Zip up, man, the girls are right behind me!" I warned.

   "Let 'em come in if they want.  This club is for boys," he just smiled
at me.

   "No, come on, really.  I don't wanna get in trouble," I pleaded.

   Pete zipped his fly, but kept on reading.  The girls walked through the
door and said hello to Pete.  He didn't even acknowledge them.

   "What are you reading?" asked Pammy.  Pete showed them the centerfold
and smiled.  Becky looked truly embarrassed, but Pammy just walked in and
asked, "You got another one of those?" Pete looked at her surprised, but
reached over and grabbed a handful of magazines at his side and threw them
at her feet.  "Have a seat and enjoy yourself," he said with a wicked grin.

   We had amassed a pretty respectable collection of naked girl books by
this time.  We had everything from a May 1967 Playboy that Steve bought
just a few months earlier, to some old salon photography books that my Dad
had hidden in his closet.  There were some jokes books and assorted other
nasty material, and even a little cartoon book that one of my uncles got
from Mexico.  It was our prize, cause it was the only pictures we had of
what a girl's pussy looked like, even though it was just a cartoon.  It
also showed a man's dick and it was our first experience at seeing how
fucking looked.  It showed us where a man puts his dick in a woman.  We had
no idea up to that time.  Boy, we liked that book.

   Pammy picked up the first book on top and started looking through it. 
She sat back on one of the benches we had made for the club.  We had even
made some hammocks, too, for when we got tired after swimming.  The
clubhouse used to be a horse stable.  It was built in two sections: the big
room being where the horse stayed, and a smaller room for supplies and
stuff.  The main room just had a dirt floor, but we kept it neat and packed
down.  The other room was built off the ground and had a little door
leading to it.  We usually kept our cigarettes, books and towels in there.

   Becky sat on an overturned bucket.  She didn't look too happy with the
surroundings.  She glanced at the pile of books and asked "Is that the only
kind of books you have?"

   "Sure is," Pete replied, "them's the best kind."

   I sat in my regular spot and thumbed through a Popular Mechanics.  Becky
saw what I was reading and asked "Do you have another magazine like that?"

   "Like what?" I replied innocently.

   "Like the one you got.  One without girls in it!" she snapped.

   "Nope, this is the only one." I lied.

   "Hey, how come you're reading that?" Pammy eyed me shrewdly.

   "Medical reasons," I replied.  "I'm not supposed to look at anything
else."

   "Yeah, he don't want to scare anybody.  Why don't you show them, Brad. I
don't think they'd be scared." joked Pete.

   "Shut the hell up, Pete.  Leave me alone.  I'm not in the mood to mess
around." I was getting mad.

   "Show us what, huh?  We're not scared of anything.  What to you have?  A
snake or something.  C'mon, show us.  We're not scare, huh Becky?" Pammy
was brave.  Becky shook her head.

   "Just forget about it, OK?  I don't have anything, I'm not gonna show
you anything.  Just leave me alone." I really wanted to be alone.

   I sat there thinking about the whole thing and wishing I could just go
off and live like a hermit or something.  I wasn't even reading my
magazine, I just sat there turning the pages, stewing.  I looked over my
book at the rest of them.  Pete went back to ogling the girlie books and
trying to sneak a rub on his crotch every now and then.  Pammy was looking
at a Playboy, I think she was reading the jokes.  And Becky looked bored as
hell.  She also looked pissed off that there was nothing to do.  She looked
at the pile of books in the center of the dirt floor.  Then she slowly bent
forward and put a hand toward the magazines.

   Becky nonchalantly shuffled through the pile of magazines, sliding each
one off to the side.  A look of disgust came upon her face as she looked at
the cover of each one.  All of a sudden from out ot the pile fell the
little cartoon book with it's dull orange cover.  On it was drawn a cartoon
face with a title something like "Farley's Funnies."

   She picked up the little book satisfied that at last there was something
to read besides the filth.  I watched her carefully thumb through the
pages. I knew the whole book by heart, page by page.  It started off
innocently enough with a girl going to the beach, then laying down her
blanket.  Then she pulls off her swimsuit to take an all-over tan.  Some
guy spies on her from behind a pile of sand.  Then he pulls down his trunks
and starts beating his meat.  Since it's a cartoon his dick is gigantic! 
She soon hears him and comes around the sandpile and finds him.  Then they
get it on.

   Becky looks at the first couple of pages just reading along naturally.
Then all of a sudden she stiffens up.  Yep, she must be at the page where
the woman takes off her suit.  Becky doesn't turn the pages so quickly any
more.  She pulls the book a little closer and slowly turns the page.  The
she quickly glances up to look at us.  I look back at my mag real quick so
she doesn't see me.  She's embarrassed but she goes back to her little fuck
book.  Oh boy, I know the next page is when the guy pulls out his dick. 
Yep, I thought she'd drop the book.  She looks at that page even more
closely.

   I get a weird feeling in my stomach spying on her like this.  I can just
hear her breathing a little more deeply, almost sighing.  Then I watch her
hands pulling on the hem of her little white short pants.  She's adjusting
them.  Maybe she's getting a "wide-on" or whatever a girl gets when she
gets horny.

   Uh oh, I feel like I'll have to adjust my pants myself.  Watching Becky
getting so worked up has had the same effect on me.  I feel a big boner
coming on.  Shit!  That's one thing I don't need.  I start to read my
magazine in earnest now, but all I can think about is Becky getting hot
over the little fuck book.  My cock is getting harder all the time and
pulling on my hair; I adjust myself to accomodate my growing dick. 
Mistake. The damn thing pops out of my underwear and points down my right
leg.  I'm glad I wore my cut-off blue jeans today.  Mom cut these off just
above the knees so there's a lot of pants leg left.  If I had worn my other
shorts, well, I sure would have put on a show for everyone.  Didn't matter.

   "Look!  That's what he's got that he didn't wanna scare you with!" Pete
pointed to my crotch as he pushed on Pammy's shoulder.  Pammy looked at me
and then looked down to where Pete was pointing.

   "Gaw!  Damn!  What have you got in there?  That's not real, huh?  What
did you put in your pants, Brad?  Quit teasing us.  That's not even funny
or nice." Pammy sounded upset.  Becky didn' say a word but she never took
her eyes off my crotch.

   I stood up quickly, "Dammit to hell, you asshole.  You didn't have to
tell everyone.  Shit, man.  Just leave me alone." I shouldn't have stood up
like that.  My damn dick was poking my jeans so hard that I almost hurt
myself.  I stormed out of the club.  I could hear Pammy's voice talking to
Pete, "Was that real?  Is that really his thing?"

   I stayed hidden behind the cowbarn until suppertime.  When I heard Mom
call I went inside and washed up.  I sat at the kitchen table without a
word.  I was seated next to Pammy at one end of the long table.  I reached
for the potatoes without a word.

   "I'll get them for you." she sang.  She handed me the bowl and then
whispered, "Are you OK?  I was worried about you.  Everything all right?"

   "Yeah, fine.  Just fine.  Thank you." I replied curtly.

   The normal grown-up conversation took place at the other end of the
table with Mom, Dad and Gram talking about preparations for the Fourth. 
Becky kept stealing glances my way as Pammy would try to rub my arm or
shoulder in an attempt to comfort me.  Evelyn could have cared less,
wolfing down her meatloaf.

   When supper was over Pammy and Becky helped with the dishes.  Evelyn
went with the grownups to watch TV.  I sat at the table still sulking.

   "So what are the sleeping arrangements going to be this evening, Aunt
Peggy?" Pammy asked sweetly.

   "Well, I don't know now.  I thought that one of you could stay on the
sofa, but with Brad staying home.  Well, I guess Brad will sleep in our
room and one of you could still take the sofa."

   Ugh!  Stay in their room?  Not the way Dad snores.  No way.  I was about
to pipe up when Pammy spoke, "How about if I just sleep on the floor in the
room.  I brought my sleeping bag just in case.  It's OK, huh?  And if Brad
doesn't want to sleep on the sofa, he can stay with us.  We can kind of
camp out in his bedroom!" She sounded positively excited with herself for
coming up with such a grand idea.

   "NO WAY!" I shouted.  "I'm not camping out in my own bedroom."

   I guess Mom saw my disgust at the prospect of staying in the same room
with girls and she thought out loud, "You know, that sofa's getting old and
I don't trust anyone sleeping on it.  If it's OK with Brad you all can have
your campout.  I'll even make popcorn balls or something."

   Pammy jumped up and down clapping.  I got even more depressed.  But at
least I was going to sleep in my room.  And then the prospect started
dawning on me.  I'll be sleeping in the same room with girls, probably
right next to girls.  I couldn't even remember what they slept in. 
Pajamas? Panties?  Sometimes I slept in my underwear.  I wondered if they
did.

   "Well, OK.  If we can camp out I guess it's OK." I mumbled.

   The campout was in full swing.  We had popcorn balls and M&Ms and ghost
stories.  Then it was bath time.  Evelyn went to my bathroom and Becky went
to Mom's.  Pammy and I were alone in the bedroom.

   "Are you sure you're doing all right?  We didn't mean to hurt your
feelings.  I didn't want to make fun of you.  I was just surprised." She
looked pretty embarrassed; couldn't even look me in the eye.

   "I'm fine.  I was surprised, too.  But everything's OK now.  It's just
that...  well, listen.  I need to ask you something, OK?  I mean, this is
real personal, but I need you to help me..."

   Before she could answer I heard a loud tap at the window.  I looked
through the curtains and there was Pete on the porch.  Dammit.  He just
broke the mood of the moment.  Pammy looked scared.

   "It's just Pete." I told her.  "What in the hell do you want?" I
whispered to Pete through the screen.

   "Somebody's in the bathroom.  Who is it?"

   "Ssshh.  The little one's in mine and Becky's in the other one.  Where
are you going?" I hollered back to him as he ran off the porch.

   "Up a tree!" he whispered back.

   "Listen, Pammy.  I'm going outside for a little while.  Don't tell
anybody, OK?" I pleaded as I walked toward my regular bathroom exit.

   "Where are you going?  Watcha going to do?  Hey, wait!  Don't go in
...." she became frantic.

   I opened the door on poor little Evelyn who struggled to get the bath
towel up to her neck.  A scream rang out through the house.

   Damn!  I forgot about the little shit.  I waited for footsteps down the
hall.  Yep, here they come.

   "And just what is going on here" I could here Mom say as she opened the
door.

   "I forgot she was in there.  I promise." I cried.

   "It's true.  He wasn't even thinking.  We were talking and he needed the
bathroom." lied Pammy.

   "Well, be more careful next time.  Poor little Evelyn." Mom walked to
the bathroom door and tapped gently, "Are you OK, sweetheart?  Can I come
in?"

   I heard a meek yes and Mom disappeared into the bathroom to console
Evelyn.

   "What was that all about?  And what did you want me to help you with? 
Come on, talk to me, Brad.  Something's weird about you lately.  What's
going on." Pammy sounded so serious.

   "Hey, look.  I'm sorry, I was just messing with you." I wasn't about to
start anything with Mom in the bathroom right next to us.  She could pop
out any time now.

   Mom and Evelyn came out of the bathroom about the same time Becky came
through the door.  "That's a cute nightgown, Rebecca." Mom cooed.  Boy, it
sure was.  It was what you call a baby doll.  It wasn't that sexy, but it
showed a lot of her legs.  She smiled and looked embarrassed and then
jumped into bed.  Evelyn followed her.

   "You children be good and don't stay up too late, OK?" Mom warned.  She
walked out the door and we heard her footsteps disappear down the hall.

   "We're sleeping up here.  We're too scared to sleep on the floor." cried
Evelyn.

   "What?  You can't sleep up there.  We said we were all camping out on
the floor.  There's nothing to be scared of." pleaded Pammy.

   "I don't want to.  I wanna stay up here." Evelyn started whining again.
Pammy didn't want my Mom coming in the door again so she said, "OK, OK. 
You can sleep up there.  But by yourself.  Becky's sleeping with us."

   "No, no, I want Becky to stay with me." More whining.  "It's OK," Becky
replied, "I'll stay with her."

   Sure.  Big sacrifice, Becky.  Well, so much for a campout.  I looked at
Pammy and she was getting her things together for her bath.  I started to
pick up my sleeping bag.

   "What are you doing?" she quizzed.

   "I'm going on the sofa.  I ain't camping out if no one else is."

   "Well, I gotta sleep on the floor," she said.  "You gonna make me stay
by myself.  That's kind of selfish."

   She made sense.  So I just dropped my stuff on the floor.  "OK.  Well,
I'm gonna go get ready for bed.  I'll see you in a little bit." I went back
into the back bathroom and got myself undressed.  I put on my gymn shorts
and t-shirt as pajamas.  They were cool and comfortable.

   When I went back into the bedroom just the nightlight was on.  I hadn't
used that in years, but I guess they found it and plugged it in.  I slowly
walked over to my sleeping bag and unfolded it.  Then I spread out the top
sheet.  I laid down and pulled the sheet on top of me.

   "You're not going to get inside?" Pammy asked.

   "Heck, it's too hot to sleep inside a sleeping bag.  That's why Mom gave
us each a sheet.  You put it on top and it's cooler."

   "Well, I'm sleeping inside my bag.  I feel safer in here." Pammy sounded
a little scared herself.

   "Sssshhhhh!" I heard Becky from the top of the bed.  She was right. 
It's late.

   I don't know what I was dreaming about.  But I was sleeping pretty
soundly.  The next thing I remember was being shakened roughly.  I heard
myself gag in mid-snore.

   "What are you doing?  You're so loud!  Wake up!  Look!  What's
happening?" Pammy was whispering loudly.

   I came out of it still groggy and looked at her.  "What're you talking
about" I snapped.

   "What are you dreaming about?" she snapped back.  "Look!" She was
pointing to my sheet.  It looked like I was sleeping in a pup tent.  My
natural night erection was in full bloom.  I never expected an audience so
I did little to attempt to conceal it before I went to sleep.  Well, it was
poking out of the leg of my shorts and holding the sheet well above me.

   "Look, I'm sorry dammit.  It just happens.  OK?  I'll turn over.  I
didn't mean to bother you, you know.  It just happens.  There's nothing I
can do about it.  If you don't like it I'll go sleep in the bathroom." I
got mad.  But it didn't do anything to diminish my erection.

   "No, I'm not mad.  No, don't go anywhere.  I just wanted to know why you
were like that?" She sounded sincere.

   "It always happens when I sleep," I said.

   "Oh, I thought it was because I was sleeping next to you," she said
dejectedly.

   "Well, that might be." I smiled wickedly.

   "Can you make it go down?"

   "No, it just goes away by itself."

   "How long does it last?"

   "I dunno.  Sometimes all night.  I usually wake up in the morning like
this."

   "Does it hurt?" Boy, she was full of questions.  I guess natural
curiosity.

   "Sometimes."

   "Does it hurt now?" More questions.

   "A little.  But only because my shorts are grabbing it."

   "Can I see it?"

   Bam!  That question hit me right in the pit of my stomach.  Could she
see it?  You better believe she could see it.  She could do anything she
wanted to with it.  She could...

   "If you really want to," I managed to whisper.

   She gingerly grabbed one end of the sheet and lifted up slowly.  I
watched her eyes as she peered under the sheets.

   "Is it moving?" she asked.  "It looks like your heart beating."

   It was dark beneath the sheet so she pulled it down to my knees.

   "Oh gosh, it is moving!" she cried softly.  "Is it going down?"

   "No!" I almost shouted.  "It's not going to go down with you watching
like that.  In fact, it's probably going to get bigger."

   "You want me to cover it up?" she asked earnestly.

   "No, I didn't mean that.  I was just saying that, well, I'm excited, you
know, like when I read those girl magazines."

   "But you weren't reading," she stared at me puzzled.

   "Yeah, I know, but I am sleeping right next to a girl, you know.  And
you don't have that much on yourself." Right away I regretted saying that
because she looked embarrassed.

   "It looks like it's painful," she said finally.

   "No, I said it doesn't hurt right now, but it might start aching after
while."

   "Why?" she asked.

   "'Cause it just keeps getting harder and harder."

   "What do you do?"

   "Well..." I paused.  "When it gets to where I can't stand it no more I
go take care of it."

   "What are y'all talking about?" Becky suddenly said looking over the
edge of the bed and scaring us both to where we jumped.

   She looked right between my legs, and I swear my dick jumped and got
even harder.

   "Is that really yours?" she said incredulously.  It was the first time I
ever heard her refer to anything sexual.

   "It's huge, oh my god!" And she immediately fell back into the bed.

   As if nothing had just happened Pammy asked, "What do you mean take care
of it?"

   "I jack off.  Make my sperm shout out.  It usually gets soft after
that," I explained.

   "What do you mean 'jack off?'" She was making me more annoyed than horny
now.

   "I mean I go into the bathroom and just fool with it until it shoots
off," I said hoping she would understand.

   She just didn't understand.

   "Well, let's go in the bathroom then.  C'mon, let's go.  It'll help you
sleep better."

   Sounded like a damn good idea.  I would be satisfied and she would be,
too.  I got up and was followed by Pammy into the bathroom.

   "Where are you guys going?" I heard Becky whisper.

   "Brad's gonna jack off for me!  Wanna see?" she whispered back.  Becky
threw herself back on the bed and covered herself with the sheet.

   When we got in the bathroom she shut the door and turned on the light. I
was immediately blinded and so was she.  But we quickly recovered.

   "So what do you do?  Go ahead and jack off." she was in a hurry.

   I slowly peeled my gymn short down past my rock-hard pole and to my
knees exposing all of it to Pammy.  She studied it closely.  I lifted it
for her and pulled the skin back and forth over the head.  I had never felt
it so hard before.  It felt like it was going to burst out of its skin.

   "You can touch it if you want," I offered.

   "No way, I'm not gonna touch that slimy thing.  God, it looks big and
mean.  Why is the top purple?"

   "It's just ready to go off.  You can touch it.  It's not slimy at all.
It's smooth and clean." I argued.

   "No.  Just go ahead a jack off or fool with it or whatever you do." She
sat on the edge of the bathtub.

   "I can't just jack off without a book or something.  I need to look at
something to beat off." I protested.

   "Like what?  What do you look at?" she asked.

   "Naked girls, of course.  I can't just jack off to air," I lied.  "I
need to see some girl skin in order to beat it."

   "Oh, all right," she gasped and she untied the string at the top of her
night gown.  She pulled down the neckline of her gown until she exposed one
breast.  It was just a beautiful as anything I had seen in the magazine. 
It reminded me of Melanie many years earlier.  But this time my response
was definitely different.

   "I didn't know your tits were so big?" I said slowly stroking my cock.

   "Look, just jack off.  C'mon, hurry."

   "I need more than one tit, you know.  Look, I showed you all of mine. 
You show me yours now.  Fair is fair."

   She needed little convincing.  "Well, OK, just wait." She put her breast
back in her nightie then stood up a bit from the edge of the tub.  She
reached under her nightie and pulled her panties down.  Then she grabbed
the hem of her nightie and raised it up to her neck.  I was treated to a
full view of a beautiful auburn pussy and two magnificent tits.  I started
to jerk a little harder and faster.

   "Aw, yes, that's more like it," I moaned.  I stroked my rod with
determination staring intently at Pammy's wonderful charms.

   She sat back down on the edge of the tub holding the nightie up with one
hand.  She slightly spread her legs and I almost stopped.  I could see her
pussy lips through the hair.  I never thought about lips before down there.
I had seen them on baby girls but never thought about them on the grownup
version.  Her other hand snaked its way down to her hair and started
twirling it in her fingers.

   I picked up the tempo again, my knees bending a little more.  Her hand
went down to the lips, then I saw a finger disappear.  I jerked harder. 
She inched her way toward me ever so slightly on the tub.  Her eyes on my
fast hand and rod, watching me go back and forth.  Then I saw her lick her
lips.  I don't know why she did that, but seeing her do that almost made me
shoot off.  I slowed down.  I really wanted to make this last.

   Her hand was rubbing back and forth in her bush now.  I watched as her
breathing became faster and faster.  I slowly moved toward her never
altering my rhythm.  We were both pumping in time.  I watched her hand and
she watched mine.  Then without any word or sign she let go of her nightie
and put her hand over my cock.  We pumped my rod together, back and forth.
Her hand was hot.

   I took my hand away and hers stayed.  Now she was the one pumping on my
dick.  I knew I was going to pop any second now.  I thrust my dick out as
far as I could and bent my knees.  I tried to point it straight up.  Her
eyes were half closed but firmly glued to my bouncing dick.

   "Pammy, get ready.  I'm gonna shoot off...."

   "Go ahead.  Go ahead and do it.  I wanna see it...  oh, I wanna see it
so bad." she moaned.

   That was it.  That moan.  I lost it.  "AAAAARRRRGHHH!  I let out a low
rumbling groan and grabbed her hand and held it firmly against my root. 
The first shot hit the wall behind the tub.

   "Oh my God!" she gasped.  "It's pulsing.  It's beating in my hand."

   Another groan greeted the second shot.  It hit the wall, too.  More and
more came after that.  I would jack a little more then hold it and shoot.
Soon I took my hand away and she was milking me all by herself.  Giving it
everything she got.

   I gave her a full load.  And I was full, being pretty celibate for the
last few weeks.  Finally, I was empty.  For the moment anyway.

   "I've never seen anything like that before." She wheezed.

   "Neither have I," I replied picking up the hem of her nightie.  I knelt
down near the edge of the tub and felt the hair on her mound.

   "Uh uh" she said.  I began to move my hand away, but she grabbed it and
put it between her legs.  "There," she moaned.  "Right there.  Move your
finger, OOOOHHHH, YES, LIKE THAT!  OOOOOOOOHHHH." I must have hit the right
spot.  All I was doing was moving my finger on the top of her slit. 
"Faster, faster." I complied.  She was moaning more and more getting higher
and higher.  Then without warning she began to shake.  She grabbed my cock
firmly for support and grabbed the side of the tub, too.  After a couple of
seconds she cried, "OK, Stop!  That's it." I released her and let her calm
down.  When she finally snapped out of it she looked at me.

   "Does this big bad boy ever get soft?" she pointed him up in the air.

   "After tonight, I don't think he'll ever be soft again."

   We went back into the bedroom and lay down on the floor.

   "What ya'll been doing in there?  It sounded like ya'll were building
something.  The whole house was shaking!" Becky was sitting up in bed,
madder than hell and spittin' fire, but she was looking straight at my
crotch.

   "Hush up, baby!" cried Pammy.  "We were busy.  I already told you I was
jacking Brad off."

   "Yeah, sure.  Really, what were you doing?" Becky didn't believe her.

   "We were fucking, then.  Now go to sleep." Pammy shut her up.

   That's the first time I had ever heard a girl say that word before.  It
send shivers up and down my cock.  Yeah, it was still rock hard.  It never
did get soft after I shot off in the bathroom.  I was beginning to believe
that I really wasn't going to get soft again.

   Then I started thinking about what took place in that bathroom.  It was
the second time I had ever touched a girl, but the first time I had touched
one like that.  I made her shake all over and feel good.  And boy, did she
make me feel good.  I could still feel Pammy's hand pumping my dick up and
down.  Then I thought about her tits.  Those were good-looking tits.  I
thought about Melanie's tits again, and how they felt when I touched them.
Then I realized that I didn't feel Pammy's tits tonight.  Damn, I felt
cheated for a second.  And the more I thought, the more I wanted to feel
them.

   I looked over at Pammy.  She was staring up at the ceiling.  "Pammy?" I
softly whispered.

   She turned and smiled at me, "What are you thinking about?" She knew I
was musing over something.

   "Well, I just wanted to tell you how pretty you looked.  I mean, I
really didn't know that you looked like that.  It's just that, well, I
never thought about you like that before, you know.  You have big, uh,
breasts.  They're very nice looking.  And I was just thinking, you know,
well, I never, I mean, I'd like...uh.  Well, would it hurt you if I touched
them?" Boy, I never thought I'd get that out.

   She reached over and grabbed my hand and placed it under her gown and up
past her waist to her huge breast.  It was so warm and soft.  I could feel
the nipple very plainly.  I rubbed very slowly and softly.  She just sighed
and closed her eyes.

   "Do you ever want somebody to suck on your boobies, Pammy." I offered,
really just thinking out loud more than anything.

   "Uh huhhhhh," she moaned.  Then she pulled her nightie up to her neck
again and pulled back the sheet.  I saw her beautiful mounds bathed in the
nightlight plugged into the wall.  They took my breath away, the way they
heaved up and down.  I propped myself on my right elbow, leaned over and
licked her left nipple slowly.  She moaned again.  Then I put the nipple in
my mouth and sucked.  I tongued her nipple and rolled it around, sucking
all the time.  She continued to moan a little louder.

   I heard rustling in the bed and then heard Becky behind me, "Just what
are you do...  OHH!  Ya'll better cut that out!  Now!" And she bounced back
to the bed.

   I continued to suck and then popped her nipple out of my mouth.  I
propped myself up higher and began to take care of the other side.  I
sucked faster and harder, pulling on the nipple with my lips.  Pammy began
to pant and heave.  She was bouncing higher and higher on the floor.  "OK,
OK!  Stop!  That's enough!  We gotta stop." She grabbed my head in her
hands and gently kissed me.  "We gotta stop this tonight.  OK?  We're going
too fast.  Let's just go to sleep.  OK."

   Reluctantly I kissed her back and layed back down.  "OK, see you in the
morning, Pammy."

   "Good night," she sighed.

   I rolled over with my dick hitting the floor as I layed on my side.  It
popped out of my shorts again, but then what else is new?  Go to sleep,
right!  I just kept replaying the last 15 minutes over and over in my mind.
I felt a girl's pussy.  I actually felt her pussy lips.  And rubbed them
and made her have a wide-on, or whatever they do.

   Wait.  Wait a minute!

   She didn't have a hole.  Did she have a hole?  I didn't feel one.  How
can she fuck if she doesn't have a hole?  She had a slit, but I couldn't
put my finger in there.  Maybe she's still too young.  I don't know if I
was tired or what but these strange questions kept popping in my head.  I
really wanted to ask her, but I didn't dare bother her again.  She'd just
think I'd want to put my finger in her pussy.  And she wouldn't be wrong,
of course.  But there would be time.

   "Are you OK?  How's Junior?" I heard her barely whisper.

   "Who?  Oh, Junior!  He's OK, but he's wide awake.  I don't think he's
going to sleep."

   "Do you need to go take care of him again?"

   "If you gonna come too," I smiled.

   "Not again tonight, ok?" she pleaded.

   "OK, then, we just better get to sleep.  Now, good night." I can't
believe I was saying that, but I was feeling a little sorry for Pammy.  I
think I really upset her.  I sort of felt guilty.  Hell, I didn't know what
I was feeling.

   And I don't remember when I fell asleep, but it was a long time after
that.

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   CHAPTER TWO - PAMMY USES HER IMAGINATION

   I woke up early the next morning and was dead tired.  I hadn't slept
very much during the night.  Mostly thinking about Pammy.  I looked over to
her.  She was still sleeping.  The sheet was all messed up around her and
she looked like a little girl, so innocent.  I could just barely see a
nipple sneaking out of her nightie neckline.  I had wanted to raise up the
sheets to see if I could see anything else, but thought against it.

   I looked down at my own sheet and saw the flag was flying at full mast.
Damn I need to jack off, I thought.  But I didn't want to wake anyone else,
and besides, I was still tired and wasn't ready to get up yet.  So I put my
hand under the sheet and just stroked it slowly.

   I lied awake on my sleeping bag for about 15 or 20 minutes.  Finally I
was wide awake and getting bored with my raging hard-on.  I decided it was
time to get up.  So I quietly picked myself up off the floor and walked
toward my chest of drawers to get out my clothes.  My dick was poking out
from underneath my shorts again, sort of guiding the way for me.

   When I passed in front of the mirror I was at first puzzled by what I
saw.  It was just a quick glance but then I realized what it was.  Becky
was awake in bed, but not moving.  She was acting like she was still asleep
but with my back turned her eyes were wide open.  She was probably peeking
at me when I got up.  I think I'm gonna have a little fun, I thought to
myself.

   I opened the top drawer and pulled out a t-shirt and some underwear. 
Then I got a pair of short cut-offs out of the second drawer.  Instead of
going to the bathroom to change.  I turned around to face the bed.  I saw
Becky scrunch up her eyes like she was sleeping.  Just watching her out of
the corner of my eye I saw her relax her face.  The started to peek out of
one eye, just barely noticeable.

   I pulled off my shirt and threw it atop my dresser.  Then I pulled down
my gymn shorts and threw them.  I was buck naked and standing in front of
the bed.  Of course, if Pammy or Evelyn woke up they were going to get a
show, too.  But I took that chance.  This one was reserved for Becky.

   I grabbed my dick and stroked it back and forth slowly.  Then I started
pumping it fast and hard.  I jacked it real quick a bunch of times and then
stopped and slowly stroked it.  I did it again and then pulled the skin way
back and poked it out as far as I could.  I rubbed the head just barely
moaning.  Oh, man, I thought I was gonna shoot off right there.

   I heard Becky grunt quietly a couple of times.  That was too much for
me. I skipped to the bathroom real quick and shot off in the toilet. 
Another full load.  Damn, I must be full of the stuff.  Then I closed the
door and took my morning piss.  It was difficult because I was still
semi-hard.

   But I got dressed and went outside.

   Later I came in for breakfast.  The girls still weren't up yet.  Or at
least that had come for breakfast.  Mom asked me what I was doing out so
early.  I told her the truth that I couldn't sleep.  After I ate I went
outside again.

   I walked over to the tractor shed where I heard someone working.  There
was Pete watching Boo lube the old John Deere.  Boo was the negro
hired-hand who had been working on the farm before I was born.  Boo was an
expert at everything but especially women.  He knew a lot more than Steve
did.  Boo had fucked more women than he could count and we believed him,
too.  Because he told us.

   Boo would keep us enraptured for hours telling us his tells of conquest
while he worked on the machinery.  Sometimes we'd follow him out into the
fields while he worked with his shovel.  Man, Boo sure knew a lot about
sex. Not much we could use, though.  Boo's women seemed to chase him.  They
were always digging in his pants, or asking for him to stick them.  Girls
never did that to us.

   But there was Boo pumping grease into the axles.  And Pete was playing
with some nuts and bolts and talking.  When I walked up, Pete jumped down
from the old tractor tire and came and met.

   "Wait'll I tell you what happened," I grabbed Pete by the shirt.

   "Did she beat your meat?" Boo smiled.  His yellow teeth flashing.

   "What?  How did you know?" I was amazed.

   "I didn't.  Not until just now.  Heh, heh, heh." There was that old
smoker's laugh.  Boo's trademark.  "I knew she was gonna do something when
Petey told me whatcha did yestiday.  Sheeet, man.  Ole girl see yo' pecka
dat big!  Sheet, she gonna want some o' dat.  Man, she prob'ly couldn't
even wait til she got a holt to it.  She ain't never gonna turn it loose
til it inside her.  Didja poke her?"

   "No, man.  I mean, no.  Not yet."

   "Aw, come on.  Really?  She jacked you off?  Last night?  Who, Pammy?"
Pete was amazed.

   "Yeah, it just kinda happened.  We were sleeping side by side and it
just happened." That's all I wanted to tell him.  I didn't want to say
anything about the rest, about fingering her and feeling her up.

   "I'm tellin' ya, man.  She gonna wanna get poked by you.  You betta
watch out.  She gonna get dat cock meat in her and she ain't gonna turn you
loose.  Look atcha, you already hard again.  You thinkin' 'bout her, huh?"

   Yeah, I was thinking about her.  I was thinking about her a lot, and I
was rock hard.

   "She suck ya yet?"

   "Huh?  What do you mean?" I looked at the old black man puzzled.

   "Suck yo' dick, boy.  She puffed it, put it in her mouth and suck you
off.  Man, ain't nothin' like that.  Dat's a feelin' you gotta git.  Git a
woman to suck you off an' that's all you want her to do."

   "Aw, I know what sucking is.  No, she didn't do nothing like that.  I
don't think she would even want to.  It sounds gross."

   "Yeah, it sound gross but it don't feel gross.  She gonna like it, yeah.
Man, she gonna wanna put that in her mouth if you give her a chance.  You
gotta invite her, though.  She ain't gonna ask you.  You gotta tell her. 
Heh, heh, heh."

   "Shit, if I tell her that, she'll probably kick me in the nuts.  You
crazy, Boo," I walked out of the barn toward the woods.  Pete ran up behind
me.

   "What did it feel like?  Does it feel like when we jack off each other?
Or is a girl different?" Petey was curious and full of questions.

   "No, man.  It feels real different.  They treat it real different,
almost like they're scared of it.  But it felt damn good.  I hope she does
it again."

   "Man, I wish she would do it to me." Pete walked a little ahead of me,
daydreaming.

   When we got to the clubhouse I grabbed my swim trunks, actually an old
pair of cut-off blue jeans.

   "You gonna wear those?  How come?" Pete asked.

   "Cause the girls might come around."

   "So?  So what?  Let 'em come.  We'll take care of them, huh?"

   "Yeah, Pete, we'll take care of them." I dropped my pants and underwear
and slipped on the old stiff shorts.  Pete grabbed his old swimsuit and
pulled it on.  Down the path we went to the swimming hole.

   We had been splashing around for almost an hour when we heard them shout
at us.  We looked up on the wooded bank and there was Pammy and Becky
waving.  We swam over to them and teased and splashed at them.

   "You guys coming in?" I yelled up at them.

   "Nuh uh.  Not now.  We'll get our hair wet and we gotta help your momma
this afternoon.  She'll be mad if she knew we went swimming with ya'll."

   "Well, we're getting out." And Pete and I climbed the short bank and
walked back to the clubhouse dripping wet.  Of course, by the time we
reached the club we were pretty dry.  We all went inside.  Pammy grabbed a
girlie magazine and Becky thumbed through the Popular Mechanics.

   Pete and I went behind some home-made curtains to get dressed.  The
curtains were actually old burlap sacks that were strung up with baling
twine, but they served the purpose...  almost.  Every time Pete was trying
to step into his pants leg he would bump the sacks and cause them to
momentarily flutter open.  I'm sure it was like a peep show to Becky and
Pammy had they cared to look.  But we both dressed and joined them.

   I said to hell with my celibacy and grabbed a little pocket magazine
called "Tab." I mean, after last night, I guess I broke my sex fast pretty
good.  And when Pammy said she wasn't scared of big dicks, well, I guess
Steve was pretty wrong about women.  Well, just like always I only thumbed
through three pages and I was hard as a rock.  Now ordinarily Pete and I
are pretty unhibited and we would let nature take its course.  It was
nothing for us to whip out our dongs and just beat off while we were
reading.  So I caught myself when I started to rub my crotch through my
pants.  Actually I had started to rub when I realized what I was doing.  I
quickly looked up to see if anyone saw me.  Nailed!  Becky was looking
right at me.  She gave me a crooked little smile and went back to reading
her magazine.

   I looked at Pete and he was rubbing himself not even caring about who
was in the room.

   "You having fun, Petey?" Becky smirked.

   "Yeah, wanna have some fun, too?" Pete shot back.

   Becky just ignored that comment.  I put my girlie book aside and asked
if they wanted to go swimming later this afternoon.  They both nodded.

   "Hey, where's Evelyn?  I didn't even notice she wasn't with you guys?" I
asked.

   "She went with Uncle Brian to the store to pick up the meat for the
Fourth.  Thank God she's out of our hair." Pammy looked relieved that she
didn't have to look after her bratty little sister.

   Just then we heard Mom call us for lunch.  Becky dropped her mag and ran
out of the shed.  Pete followed behind.  I got up to leave but Pammy stood
up quickly and stopped me.

   "You OK today?  I didn't see you this morning.  How's everything
downstairs?" she had the dirtiest little smile on her face.

   "Everything downstairs is fine," I said "and it's fixing to come
upstairs." I could feel my pecker rising fast.

   "Ooooh, let's see." And Pammy gently stroked my hard dong through my
pants.  "Boy, he's hard as a rock again.  I don't think I'll ever see you
not hard."

   Her rubbing felt so good that I almost doubled over.  "Oh shit!" I
moaned.  Then I quickly unzipped my pants and let them drop.  I grabbed my
dick and started to jack off.  Boy, I needed that!

   If Pammy was surprised at my actions she didn't show it.  Instead, she
quickly pushed my hand aside and grabbed my rod.  It only took four strokes
before I cut loose.  I know I yelled out load as I felt myself release.  I
shot all over the side of the clubhouse, spraying the seats and the
magazines.

   I draped one arm around Pammy's neck to brace myself.  My knees were
weak.

   She let out a low growl still pumping my shrinking dick.  Then she took
my hand and placed it right on the crotch of her tight blue-jean cut-offs.
I instinctively rubbed hard.  She bent forward and cried "Damn." Then she
pushed aside my hand and left the clubhouse.

   I grabbed a towel and wiped myself then cleaned up my mess on the wall.
"Boy, is she horny," I thought to myself.

   After lunch, which was a pretty quick affair, I headed back to the
clubhouse where I knew Pete would be.  Sure enough, he was already in his
trunks reading a magazine.

   "Ready to go for a dip?" he asked.

   "Yep, let me change."

   For some reason I went behind the curtain to change.  Usually I'm not
modest with Pete, but I just felt like changing alone.  Sure enough, when I
pulled down my pants I heard the girls enter.

   "Ya'll going swimming again?" It was Pammy.  Just hearing her voice made
me start to get hard.  Boy, this was getting ridiculous.

   "Yeah, ya'll comin' in this time," I heard Pete sneer like an old
lecher.

   "Sure.  If ya'll want us to."

   "Thought y'all were cleaning this afternoon?" I asked.

   "Aunt Peggy said we can do a little bit this evening.  Evelyn's not
there, so she said we can wait." Pammy said.

   "Watcha gonna wear to go swimmin', huh?" Boy, Pete was really into his
dirty old man routine.

   "We're going to wear something, don't worry.  I'd be scared to death to
skinny-dip with you in the water.  I'd trust the alligators more than you."

   We all left the clubhouse and headed for the swimming hole.  Pete took
off running into the woods, and I guess the tomboy in Becky got the best of
her because she ran off after him, skipping over logs and underbrush. 
Pammy and I walked leisurely to the creek.

   "So, are you going skinny-dipping?" I asked.

   "Why, do you want me to?"

   "I can think of better things to do naked than swim," I joked.

   "So can I," she said with a wink.

   There goes the boner again.  I put my towel in front of me, but from the
way Pammy giggled I could tell she knew what effect she was having on me.

   When we got to the creek Pete was already swimming.  Becky was just
wading into the water up to her ankles.  When she turned around and saw us
approach she splashed back to the bank and came up to Pammy.

   "You ready?" she asked.

   Pammy nodded and they both unbuttoned their shirts and pulled off their
shorts.  They were wearing old panties and bras which really didn't reveal
too much.  But just knowing that I was seeing them in underwear made my
groin twitch.  No sooner had the removed their shorts did they jump into
the water.  I threw my towel on the tree and dove in myself.

   We played and swam for about a half hour.  Pete swam to the other bank
and played in the mud, building small mud castles.  Becky got interested
and joined him.  Both were acting like pigs wallowing in the mud making
themselves black.  I looked over and saw Pammy just watching both of them
rolling in the goo.  I swam up behind her and quietly pressed myself
against her backside.

   She reached back and grabbed my trunks right in the front getting a good
grip on my nightstick.

   "You still have your pants on?" she asked in mock surprise.

   "Yeah, but I can fix that." I rubbed up against her butt and then swam
away.

   She was wading in towards the center of the creek when I came up behind
her again.  I pressed myself against like I did last time.  She reached
back and was about to say something when she stopped cold.

   "See, told you I could fix that," I sneered.  I had removed my trunks
and tossed them on the bank.  Now I was rubbing my hard dick against her
ass crack through her panties.

   "Wait a minute," she said.  Then she pulled away for a moment, bent down
in the water, and then straightened up again.  I waded toward her again and
"spooned" her.  It was my turn for a surprise!  She had removed her panties
and my dick was rubbing against naked butt.

   "Better?" She didn't have to ask that question.  She could tell by my
moaning that it was infinitely better.  Her hand came back around and
rubbed the top of my tool making sure it was following the crack of her
ass. I bent my knees to get in better position.  I pumped for all I was
worth.  Damn, this felt good.

   "Shhhhh!" she turned back at me.  I didn't realize how much noise we
were making.

   "Let's go over here," she said as she moved forward.  But she reached
back and took a hold of my manhood and pulled me like a toy behind her. 
When we swam behind some leafy branches that touched the water we stopped.

   "This is much more private," she looked at me.  Then she gave my cock a
couple of quick strokes.  "Boy, is he wet!" she laughed.  Then she pulled
me behind her again.  I assumed the position and had my dick up and down
her ass crack again.

   I was moaning and so was she.  I watched as she rubbed her boobs beneath
her bra.  I moved my hands from her sides to her breasts and rubbed them,
too.  She reached behind her and unfastened her bra.  I took my hands away
to let it fall.  Now I was greeted with mounds of warm, soft flesh.  I
rubbed them fully and gently.  She threw her head back and let out a long
slow moan.

   Just then I realized that she was completely naked.  I had nothing to
lose so I moved my hand down to between her legs.  I felt short, curly hair
and worked my fingers through it slowly and softly.  She didn't make a move
to stop me, or even acknowledged what I was doing.  I moved my finger lower
and lower until I was between her legs.  I felt her slit and moved back and
forth over it.  Finally, she made a move.  She spread her legs just ever
slow slightly wider.  I pressed my fingers into her slit and moved it back
and forth.  She definitely liked that!  She moaned real low, almost sounded
like a cat purring.  I worked my fingers lower and lower, going deeper and
deeper.  By this time my dick had fallen out of her butt crack and was
rubbing the inside of her thigh.  I didn't even think about it, I was so
intent on making Pammy feel good.

   I rubbed over her hole and was trying to get a finger inside.  She was
real tight.  As I rubbed up and down she gasped real loud.  I hit some
sweet spot!  I teased a little more and rubbed there again.  She jumped
again.  Then I kept my finger on it rubbing back and forth.  Pammy's
breathing was becoming heavy and difficult.  Then she started grunting and
doubling over.  I had to hold on to her to keep her from falling in the
water.  My hand was going faster and faster in her sweet crack and at the
same time I was humping her leg.

   All of a sudden she became stiff as a board and real, real still.  Then
she started shaking and almost crying letting out little squeals like
"uhhhhhnn, uhhhhnn, uhhhhnnn!" Then she slumped back against my chest with
her eyes closed.  For a split second I was scared, like I had done
something to hurt her.  Then I saw a big smile crease her lips.  She turned
around in my arms and squeezed against me.

   "I've never felt that before," she whispered to me.  "I just had my
first orgasm.  It was wonderful, you were wonderful.  Are you OK?" I felt
her hand pass my stomach and reach for my crotch.  I was still hard as a
bone.

   "Oooh, you poor baby.  You want me to take care of that like you took
care of me?" She had a look of pure hellishness in her eyes.

   "Yeah, but not with your hands," I leered at her.

   "Oh, you bad boy!"

   Then we heard splashing and turned around.  Becky and Pete both dove
into the creek to wash off the mud.  Damn, fun's over.  Pammy hurried and
put her bra and panties on under the water.  I had to swim to the bank to
get my trunks were I left them.

   "Ya'll ready to get out!" Pete yelled.  "Last one to the club's an pig's
behind." He leapt to the bank and grabbed his towel and ran.  Becky was
right behind him.

   "You wanna stay in for a little while longer?" My eyes were almost
pleading with Pammy.

   "Better not, they might come back looking for us." Of course, she was
right.

   We both got to the bank and toweled off.  Then we started walking back
to the clubhouse.

   "What do you mean, not with my hands, big boy?" I knew Pammy was in a
mood.

   "Oh I don't know, you could be imaginative: toes, nose, hair..." I
glanced sideways to see her reaction "...mouth?"

   "Boy, you sure are imaginative." She never flinched; just kept walking.
"And what would you do if I used my imagination?"

   I didn't answer.  I just kept fantasizing in my mind her beautiful lips
around my whanker.  Then she stopped; just stopped walking.  I turned
around and looked at her.  She was gorgeous.  Standing there holding her
towel and clothes in one hand; panties and bra still dripping wet.  Her
panties were just about transparent and left absolutely nothing to the
imagination.

   "You wanna use our imagination?" she asked.

   I was puzzled, "Huh?"

   "C'mon, let's take these things off.  We don't need them here.  Come
on." She reached forward and grabbed me by the waistband jerking me toward
her.  Like in a trance I unsnapped my cut offs and pulled the wet things
down my legs.  I watched Pammy as she slid off her bra and snaked her
panties down.

   "Now, that's much, much better" she cooed.  "Let's imagine, OK?"

   "Imagine what?" I asked.

   "Well, if you could have one thing right now, what would it be?"

   "Uh, I don't know.  I just..."

   "Come on, there's gotta be something." She came closer but didn't touch
me.  Her breasts bounced and my hard dick was just about keeping time with
her.  It was pointing straight up in the air just past my belly button. 
She moved forward and then just slightly brushed her hand against the head
of my prick as she rubbed my side.

   "Well..." I stammered, "you ever thought about..." I had to try hard to
say it "sucking me?" There I said it.  I was almost embarrassed and scared
that I had really messed up.

   "Now that's imagination." Without saying anything else she layed her
towel in front of her, knelt down on it and gently grabbed my dick.  She
pulled the foreskin back and forth and then stuck out her tongue.  I
watched, almost hypnotized, as she lightly licked the tip.  Then she pursed
her lips and kissed me right on the head.  Her lips opened and in one swoop
she sucked in the head.  The feeling was pure ecstacy.  That wet, warm
mouth, and that roving tongue!  I almost lost my balance.

   Then she started pumping her head back and forth, sucking on my root.  I
had to think real hard to keep from coming.  I didn't want to ruin the mood
or my chances for this ever happening again.  She could only put about half
of me in her mouth, but that was more than enough for me.  Her hands were
rubbing my stomach and thighs.  Then she moved them below me and carressed
my sac.  She removed my dick from her mouth and held it up with one hand.
Then she looked beneath.

   "You look just like a bull with your balls hanging like that." She kind
of laughed when she said it.  "Oooh, but you feel so good.  I hope I feel
good to you, too.  Hey, wanna really be imaginative?"

   "What do you mean?" I was stumped again.

   She let go of my dick and sat down on the towel spreading her legs and
rubbing the sides of her pussy.  "You want to do it?"

   My first invitation to fuck and I was scared to death.  "I don't know
Pammy, I'm afraid of getting you pregnant or something."

   "Oh, don't be silly.  We're just going to do it once.  Besides, we're
cousins.  You can't make me pregnant."

   Amazing how much sense that made.  Especially since I was thinking with
my penis.  And it had a mind of its own.

   "You sure?"

   "Come here, stud.  Give me that thing."

   I knelt down in front of her.  She was laying back with her hands behind
her and her knees together in front.  Then she spread her knees apart and
spread her legs.  For the first time in my life I looked at a woman's
pussy. It was framed by curly, golden brown hair and the inside was pink as
pink could be.  It was folded like a flower and kind of pooching out at me.
She moved her hand over it pushing the lips apart as she spread her
fingers. Then with her middle finger she stroked it right down the middle.
I tried to visualize my fingers doing that to her under the water just a
few minutes before.

   "You like what you see, don't you?" she purred.

   "Talk about!" I managed to stammer.  I unconsciously had one hand on my
shaft pointing it at her.  Then I realized that my dick was less than a
foot away from what I imagined to be the greatest thing on earth.

   "Come a little bit closer, here give me." And she took my rock-hard dick
in her hand and pulled me forward.  I inched closer on my knees. 
Everything was kind of swimming in my head, I just wasn't prepared.  Then I
heard a very unmistakable sound.  At first my mind intentionally tried to
disregard it, but no, it was definitely the rustling of leaves and snapping
twigs.  Dammit, somebody was coming to meet us.

   I came out of my trance and glanced sideways about the same time Pammy
did.

   "Hey, what are ya'll up to down there, huh?" It was Steve.  He was just
watching us with the biggest shit-eating grin I ever saw on him.  I felt my
cock go limp.  I was so mad I barely heard Pammy shriek.

   "What in the shit are you doing here?" I was in the mood to kill, if I
wasn't completely naked.

   "Hey, I'm just watching the show.  Go ahead, stud, use your imagination
now."

   That asshole had been watching us all along.  Probably since we been
swimming.  He probably jacked off while he watched her suck me.  Pammy had
jumped up and wrapped her towel around her.  Then she ran off into the
woods toward the club.

   I got up and grabbed my towel and trunks.  "I ought to bust your ass."

   "Go ahead and try if you want, piss ant."

   I ignored him and ran off toward Pammy.  When I caught up with her I
could tell she was scared.

   "You OK, Pam?  Don't worry about him.  He's not gonna bother us anymore.
He's just a big dick anyway."

   "I don't care about him.  He just frightened me.  I just want to go back
home now, OK?"

   "Hey, it's OK, Pammy.  Sure, we'll go back home.  Let's just go back to
the clubhouse and get dressed."

   "No, I just want to go home."

   "You can't go home like that, girl.  You gotta get dressed.  Mom's gonna
know something's up if you walk inside like that.  C'mon now."

   Pammy slowed down, "I'm sorry.  It's just that he scared me so much.  I
mean, he caught us about to do it.  He probably saw what I did to you."

   I didn't want to tell her that I thought he did, too.  Instead I put my
arm around her and walked.  We walked in silence at first.  I really didn't
know what to say to her.  Five minutes ago I wanted to poke her good, now I
just wanted to keep anybody from hurting her.  I felt so damn guilty about
everything now.

   "Are you OK?" she over at me.

   "Huh, oh yeah, sure, I'm fine.  I was just worried about you.  How are
you doing?"

   "I'm fine.  Just shakened up.  But I'm fine now.  I think now I'm mad.
That asshole, what was he trying to do anyway?"

   "Aw, he's just a pervert who was just peeping on us.  Don't worry about
him anymore." I kinda felt like a pervert now.  I realized Pammy was still
completely naked just clutching her towel against her chest.  And I was
equally as nude holding my trunks under my arm and my towel around my neck.

   "I can tell you're not worried."

   I looked at her and saw that she was staring at my hardening pole.

   Then she chuckled, "Honestly, that was the first time I ever saw you go
soft before.  Not that I got a good look.  But he just kind of shrank,
didn't he?"

   "Oh yeah, he'll do that when he's surprised." I joked.

   "Race you back to the clubhouse," and with that she sprinted off in
front of me looking all the world like a wood fairy running through the
forest.

   I watched her little ass bob up and down as she skipped over the
branches and brush on the ground.  I was in hot pursuit and gaining pretty
quickly.  She looked back to see how close I was and then she stopped and
doubled over.  I thought she was hurt at first, but she was laughing and
holding her side.

   "What's the big deal?" I asked.

   "You are.  You're hilarious.  You were running like a deer through the
woods and that big old thing was bobbing up and down.  I'm sorry, but it
looked so funny to see that.  Looks like you could put out and eye or
something."

   "Oh sure.  And like you couldn't blacken both eyes running through the
woods with boobs like that hopping up and down.  I don't thing you're one
to laugh."

   She straightened up and looked at me with the sweetest eyes.  Then she
took my wrists and pulled me close to her.  I pressed against her and she
leaned against a tree.  We kissed and her tongue plunged into my mouth.  I
was surprised at first, but then did likewise.  It seemed like something
out of the movies.  My dick was pressed against our stomachs and I gently
rocked back and forth.  She didn't resist and urged me on.  My rocking
became stronger and stronger until finally we broke our kiss.

   "We better get back.  They're going to come looking soon."

   I had to agree and reluctantly followed her to the club.  We both got
dressed, in separate rooms unfortunately.  Then we headed home for supper.

   After supper and a little TV it was my turn in the bathroom.  I
contemplated getting my rocks off in the shower but thought better of it
hoping that an opportunity would present itself soon enough.  After I
bathed I grabbed my surgical scrubs that one of my uncles got me from the
hospital.  I liked the feeling of looseness they gave and pulled on the
pants and shirt without underwear.

   When I walked into the bedroom both Becky and Evelyn scurried to get
under the covers so I wouldn't see them withouth their robes.  I knew they
were wearing their little teddies, but I knew better than to tease them
about it.  Pammy was already under the blankets on the floor, and it looked
like she was sleeping.  I turned out the lamp and wished them a good night.
Then I got under the covers next to Pammy.  She didn't say a word.  I left
it at that.  Soon I was asleep too.

   I awoke a little later with a horrible aching between my legs.  Blue
balls.  I knew it.  I should have jacked off when I was in the bathroom. 
Now I was in pain and my dick was as hard as a rock.

   "What's wrong?" I heard a whisper besides me.

   "Nothing, go to sleep."

   "It sounds like something's wrong.  Everything OK?"

   "No, just go back to sleep.  It's gonna be OK."

   She rolled over.

   "Pammy?"

   "What?" she said without turning back around.

   "I just wanted to tell you what I thought about today."

   "What about it?"

   "I mean, how good you made me feel.  I hope I did the same for you.  And
if I did anything wrong or hurt you, I want to let you know I'm sorry."

   "You didn't hurt me," she said.  "I enjoyed it too.  It felt real good."

   I snuggled up closer behind her being real careful not to got too far.
My balls were hurting but my dick was still a steel rod.  Then she ground
her butt into my crotch, I don't know if it was by accident or what.

   "Well, you seem to be feeling OK," she said in mock surprise.

   "I was just thinking about when we were in the water.  You remember when
I was behind you?"

   "Do I?  Why don't you get yourself comfortable if you want to."

   I didn't need any more coaxing.  I scrambled and pulled my pants down
and off.  Then I grabbed my cock and placed it against the soft panties
covering her cheeks and rubbed up and down.

   "There, you're feeling betting?" she cooed.

   "Uh huh," was all I managed to say.  I grabbed her thigh and started
humping her butt like a dog.  I guess I was a bit overanxious because she
stopped me.

   "Slow down, boy.  Slow down." Then she pulled away slightly and adjusted
the covers a bit.  I thought she was getting fed up with my horniness but
then she moved herself back to me.  Then I realized what she had done.  My
dick was rubbing against warm flesh now.  She had taken off her panties.

   "Feel better?"

   "Much.  Oh damn, much better." I rocked back and forth up and down.  My
pain was going away as I felt my balls churning.  I was trying my best to
keep quiet but I was pumping up and down as much as I could.

   All of a sudden on a downstroke I slipped out of her ass crack and
jammed into her butt.  She let out a little screech.

   "Oh, I'm sorry, are you all right?" I hurriedly asked.

   "I'm fine, just surprised.  Take it easy, OK?  There's no fire.  Ooooh,
wait a minute." Then she spread her legs a little and hopped up.  My
cockhead poked out from between her legs right under her pussy.  She closed
her legs on me.

   "Try that on for size, big boy."

   I needed no encouragement and proceeded to fuck her thighs.  She picked
up the blanket a bit and watched as my dick poked in and out beneath her
cunt hair.

   "Hot damn, that feels so good, Pammy.  Oh, if screwing feels better than
this I don't know if I can take it."

   "Oh, you can take it.  Come on now, do your thing.  That's right, back
and forth.  Come on."

   I felt my dick get harder and harder and my inside start to shiver.  My
strokes became longer and slower and more purposeful.  As I tried to adjust
myself on a backstroke something slipped.  On my next plunge I felt
something that I never felt before.  My dick was somewhere warm, wet and
very tight.  And very, very wonderful.  Everything froze; I felt her body
stiffen and I layed completely still as if I were paralyzed.  I slowly
realized what had happened and that my dong was poised and preparing to
enter the gates of heaven.  Just the very tip of my head was past her pussy
lips, but the feeling was about to make me shoot off.

   Then real, real slow I started to move my hips again.  Pammy immediately
pulled forward and my dick fell free of those moist confines.

   "No, wait.  I'm not ready.  We can't." Pammy was almost hysterical.  "We
gotta stop.  I don't think we should do this anymore."

   Then she pulled the covers over her and moved farther away.  I lay there
in a daze not fully realizing that I wasn't going to get my rocks off now,
unless I wanted to go solo in the bathroom.  My mind was reeling; I was so
close, but no cigar.  My balls hurt, but I was too upset to go jerk off. 
Instead, I just lay there for what seemed like hours with my aching dick
poking out in front of me.

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   CHAPTER THREE - BECKY AWAKENS

   When I woke up the next morning I found myself alone in the bedroom. 
Good thing, too, because I had tossed the covers off during the night and I
was still naked from the waist down.  My morning boner greeted me as usual,
but it hurt so much that I didn't want to touch it.

   I glanced up at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was
almost 8 o'clock.  Everyone must have wanted to get an early start.  I
began thinking about what almost happened last night and my balls twitched.
I came that close, so close I could still feel it.  Of course I could still
feel it; my dick probably didn't get soft the whole night.  And I knew it
wouldn't get soft again until I jacked off.  So I got up from the floor and
walked into the bathroom.  I was still feeling pissed off about being
rejected so I wasn't going to beat off right away.  I needed to take a pee,
but I knew I couldn't do that until I got soft.  Instead I went to the
lavatory and washed my face, then started to brush my teeth.

   I guess with the running water and the "swish-swish" of the toothbrush I
didn't hear the door open and close.  But when she cleared her throat I
almost jumped out of my skin.

   "Damn, Becky.  I'm in here!" I screamed as I reached for a towel to
cover myself.  All I had on hand was a small face towel near the lavatory.
I grabbed it and attempted to hide my bottom.

   The sudden surprise made my cock start to wilt a little.  But seeing
Becky in the bathroom now had just the opposite effect.  She was still in
her teddy but without the little robe she wore before bedtime and
breakfast. The fabric was so shear I could see the faint shadows of her
boobs.  I hadn't noticed before, but they were every bit as big as Pammy's.

   She caught me staring and I straightened up, attempting to look
trespassed upon, which I was.

   "Becky, I'm not finished in here.  Excuse me, OK?"

   "What's the matter, Brad?  I missed you this morning.  You didn't put on
a show for me again."

   What was she talking about?  Oh, yeah!  Oh, shit!  With everything that
happened yesterday, I forgot about my little early morning escapade while
she pretended to be sleeping.  Now I really felt embarrassed, but still
very much aroused.  What was she thinking of, and what did she want in
here?

   "I thought you were sleeping yesterday."

   "Yeah, right.  You always poke that thing at sleeping girls?  C'mon, you
knew I was awake."

   "Well, what do you want?  Look, let me get dressed and I'll give you the
bathroom."

   "That's OK.  I'll wait here til you're finished."

   "I can't do anything with you right there.  I don't have any pants on."

   "Yeah, I know.  That's why I think I'll stay here."

   I couldn't believe prudish little Becky was talking like this.  This was
another person, someone I used to know, but now real, real different.  And
she looked different, too.  Grown up.  Sexy.  And I felt my temperature
start to rise.

   "OK, but you're going to get another show."

   "I'll show you mine if you show me yours..." She sounded like a
temptress and I was wondering just what she had in mine.

   "Sounds good to me," I said and instead of dropping my towel I draped it
on my rock-hard tool.  "If you wanna see it, go ahead, look."

   To my surprise she reached forward and pulled off the towel.  I heard
her suck in her breath.

   "Oh my god, I thought I was seeing things in the clubhouse the other
day, but when Pammy pulled back the covers the other night you look just
like a bull!" She was almost breathless.

   As if reading my mind, she began to pull down her panties while she kept
talking "I used to watch Shorty mount those cows, and see his big sac
hanging down there." She was talking about a bull on their farm.

   "I would just watch and I felt so weird seeing them do that.  I'd get a
feeling between my legs like now."

   I kept silent while she kept talking.

   "Can I touch it?"

   "Uh yeah, go ahead," I felt stupid even telling her that.

   Her hand was an electric shock, and I was harder than I had been even
with Pammy.  While Pammy was hesitant about even touching me, Becky began
stroking me ever so gently.  Her hand didn't go all they way around, but
she tried.  I felt my eyes begin to roll and I could only just groan.

   "You're just like a bull, you know," she sighed.  She had this thing
about bulls, I guess.

   "Can I touch you?" I managed to ask.  I don't know why I said it because
I was certainly enjoying all the attention Becky was giving me.  But I just
felt like I should return the favor.  So I bent over and slowly ran my hand
between her legs.  It felt like she had wet herself.  She was really damp
and slippery.  She moaned right away and grabbed my dick with both hands as
if to hold on.

   I slipped two fingers between her pussy lips and began to stroke up and
down.  She gave out a grunt and sort of doubled over.  I had to lean down
even more to continue rubbing her.  Finally I ran another hand around her
butt and came in from behind.  I was sorry I did that because she
immediately let go of my dick and grabbed on to the lavatory.  With my left
hand behind her I began to gently probe her until I felt her opening.  I
slowly inserted one finger into her pussy and she moaned even louder.

   Never, ever in all the years I've known her, especially the last few,
did I think Becky ever had any dirty thoughts.  But here she was letting me
finger her while she's standing next to me half naked.  My dick was still
hard as a rock and rubbing against the side of her thigh.  It felt pretty
good.

   I began to finger her faster and faster and rubbing her slit with my
other hand.

   "Wait!  Wait!" she panted.  And turned around to face me.

   "Come over here," she commanded and lead me over to the toilet where she
made me sit down.

   I watched as she stood before me and pulled her nightie over her head.
Her boobs bounced when she did it.  I was hypnotized.

   But not for long.  She grabbed my dick, which was pointing straight up,
and walked toward me parting her legs.  I knew what she was going to do,
but I still stared in disbelief.  I was about to get fucked.

   She never said a word.  She began rubbing the tip of my dickhead between
her pussy lips easing it a little deeper each time.  She would push my head
against the top of her slit and hold it there.  It was like she was using
my dick to jack off or something.

   Finally she pushed my dick back and began to push down on me with her
bottom.  I saw her begin to bounce a little up and down.  I felt my dick go
in little by little.  She was working hard, and all I could do was watch
with my arms hanging at my side.  It was like I was in a dream, but I could
feel everything.

   "I don't know if he's gonna fit," she said as she bounced a bit more. 
But she never stopped.

   Finally, she moved herself a little closer to me, and like magic she
began to slide down my shaft.

   I can't really explain what that feeling was like, but it felt as if
something very warm and wet had completely surrounded me, or really
swallowed me was more like it.  And it felt good.  Better than I had ever
felt in my life.

   Becky and I were fucking.  I mean, really fucking!  She was riding up
and down on me and her eyes were half closed and her mouth was open.

   I was in heaven.  For some reason my hands reached up and began to rub
her tits.  I pushed them up from the bottom and held them there.  Then I
leaned forward and began licking her nipples, and just nibbling them a
little bit.  Then I put my whole face between her boobies and licked at the
same time poking in and out of her.  Pretty soon my butt was bouncing on
the toilet seat in time to her bouncing.  We were definitely working up a
head of steam.

   I never wanted it to stop, but Becky cried, "Wait!" as if she suddenly
remembered something.  I was immediately disappointed.  She got off of me
leaving my pole sticking straight up right in front of me.  I could reach
over and lick it, but Becky had other ideas.

   She got down on the floor on her hands and knees on the carpet next to
the bathtub.  I watched her and then she said "Get down here."

   I got up from the toilet seat and moved down to where she was.

   "Behind me.  Get on your knees.  Do like a bull.  Come here."

   So I got down on my knees right behind her between her legs.  Her butt
was round and beautiful, and I could see her pussy hair was matted with
wetness.  I stared at her pussy lips from behind, but then I saw her hand
reach out from under her and feel for my dick.  When she found it she began
to pull me forward toward her.  She pulled my dick right between her pussy
lips again and into her pussy.  I didn't need any further encouragement and
began to push forward.

   If the feeling on the toilet was fantastic it was nothing compared to
this.  I was in control of pushing in and out and I was finally in fear of
shooting off too soon.  I watched my shaft disappear between her buttcheeks
when I pushed in and watched her pussy lips pooch out when I pulled it
backwards.

   "Not so deep!  You're too big," she told me only once when I began to
push harder.  I realized I could get a little more than half in, but that
didn't matter, because the half that was in made all the difference.

   "You so look just like a bull, you know?" I heard her saying between
grunts.

   "Huh?  Whatcha mean?" I grunted back.

   "Your balls are hanging low like Shorty's and they're swinging back and
forth." she laughed.

   We fucked like cows for a few minutes, both of us grunting like animals.

   "OK, ok," she said and she got up from the floor again.  And again I was
disappointed.  She placed me back on the toilet, but this time instead of
climbing on top she backed up to me like she was going to sit on my lap.  I
guess I was dense because I couldn't figure out what she was...  and then
she grabbed my dick again and stuck it up her from behind.  She bent
forward and began to rock back and forth on my dick, this time she was in
control of how deep.

   Her hands were on my knees, mine were on her hips, and I was helping her
push forward and pull back.

   She began to yelp a little.  Her grunts were a little more high pitched,
then I heard that familiar long moan, and that was too much for me.  I
began to shoot off and she continued to rock harder and longer until she
held real still while I pumped in her.  Then she screamed and sat in my
lap!

   I was still pumping but she wasn't moving or making any noise.  We were
both breathing very heavily, and I was holding her around her waist.

   "Becky, are you ok?" came Pammy's voice through the door.

   We both just about jumped out of our skins, but she remained impaled on
me.

   "I saw a roach," Becky replied in a very unnatural voice, kinda hoarse
like.

   "Do you want me to get Brad to get it?" Pammy called from the other
side.

   Becky stifled a laugh and said, "No, it's gone.  It just scared me is
all."

   "OK, then, let me in 'cause I gotta brush my teeth."

   "Wait, I'm taking a bath.  I can't get to the door right now," Becky
lied looking very nervous.  But not nearly as nervous as me.  "I need to
add some cool water cause I put it too hot."

   "OK, but hurry," Pammy called.  "Aunt Peggy's got chores for us."

   Becky bounced up and down on my still hard dick and giggled a little
bit. Then she got off of me and went to the tub to start the water.

   "You gotta get out of here," she whispered to me.

   "I ain't got no clothes," I said.  "Remember?"

   She went over to the hamper and found some clothes I had worn day before
yesterday and gave them to me.  I reluctantly put them on and then went to
the back door.

   Before I opened the door Becky asked me "Did you screw Pammy?"

   "What?" I asked not really knowing how to answer that question.

   "Never mind," she said.  "It was my first time you know."

   "No, I didn't know," I said very truthfully because she fucked like she
knew what she was doing.

   "It was fantastic," she panted, and then pushed me toward the window.

   I found myself outside in wrinkled smelly clothes and smelling of sweat
and sex myself.  I needed a bath, too.

   Petey found me in no time and asked about Pammy again.

   "Did you screw her last night?"

   "Nah, I think she doesn't want to." I was being honest.

   "Shit, man.  I thought she was going to let you stick it in her
yesterday."

   "Almost did, except your stupid brother came along and scared the shit
out of her.  Now she don't wanna do it no more."

   "He's an asshole.  Probably still jealous."

   "Yeah probably."

   "Where the girls at?" Petey asked.

   "Helping Mom, I think.  They're cleaning up for the Fourth."

   "Oh yeah.  Wanna go swimming?"

   I thought for a little bit and realized how much I really needed a bath
and said "Yeah.  Kinda early, huh?"

   "Nothing else to do."

   He was right.  So we headed for the clubhouse to change.

   "Wanna read first?" Petey held out a Penthouse mag.

   "Nah, let's go swimming," I said.  I sure didn't need to get myself
excited at this time.  Anyway I don't think a magazine would've done it
after what I just did that morning.  I really wanted to tell Petey about
it, but I didn't.  Don't know why, but it felt real special.  I didn't mean
to fuck Becky; really had no intention of ever doing anything to her. 
Funny how things change.  She presented herself, and I was willing.  It was
special.

   A couple of hours later we got back to the clubhouse.  The water was a
little cold in the morning, but we stayed in pretty long.  It was a lazy
morning for sure.

   Petey was reading a Penthouse, naturally, and I was looking at the
Popular Mechanics for like the hundreth time.

   Suddenly, Becky popped her head in the door.  I was surprised like crazy
and almost blurted out "what are you doing here?"

   "Petey, your mom was looking for you.  Said y'all going to town to get
haircuts."

   "Shit, shit, shit," Petey was pissed.  "I hate going get a haircut. 
Stupid bitch." And he threw his magazine on the pile and stormed out of the
clubhouse.

   "Whatcha reading?" Becky sang.

   I held up my magazine as if to say "nothing, see?"

   She came in the clubhouse and sat down next to me.

   "The other day..." she began.  "The other day everybody was reading that
'stuff'," she said pointing to the pile.  "But you were reading this.  Why?
Don't you like to look at girls and stuff?"

   I finally told her the whole story.  I was scared I would get too big
and scare off girls.  I would turn gay, all that nonsense.

   She didn't laugh, but giggled a little.  "Well, I'm glad you got big!"

   Then she stood up and walked toward the door, then turned and said "Aunt
Peggy says lunch is in a few minutes."

   "Where is everybody?" I asked expecting Pammy and Evelyn to be coming
behind her.

   "Oh they're still cleaning up," she said.  "Really, Petey's mom called
and asked if he was over at your house.  I said I knew where he was and
volunteered to go get him...  and you."

   "Well, ok, let's go." And I got up from the seat and walked out of the
clubhouse following her.

   Instead of going left toward the house she turned the other way.

   "Becky, this way," I reminded her, but she said "Let's go this way."

   I saw a smile on her face and followed her.  She was talking the long
way through the woods to the gully and up to the house.

   When we had walked a good way into the woods she turned to me and said
"She said it would be a few minutes.  Probably a few minutes more, I mean."

   That look on her face was unmistakable.  She had an idea in her head and
I had a feeling I was going to like it.

   Sure enough she began to unsnap her shorts and began pulling them down.

   She smiled a wicked smile, looked at me and said "What are you waiting
for?  Do you want to have some more fun?"

   My dick was hard before I reached my snap.  I was naked below the waist
before she got her panties off.

   "Over here," was all she said and she leaned over on this big vine in
front of her and pushed her round ass toward me.  I didn't need any more
instructions.

   I rubbed the tip of my dick between her legs again feeling the wetness
once more.  Then a gentle push and I was once again in heaven.  She was a
little tighter this time, so I took my time.  Nobody was going to be
knocking on the door, and if we were late for lunch, oh well.

   With my hands on her hips I slowly plowed into her back and forth.  The
feelings were awesome once again.

   This time she moaned even louder and screamed my name.  This made me
pick up the pace and pretty soon I was really hammering into her.  She
began to cry and scream and cuss saying stuff like "push that big bull dick
all the way in" and shit like that.

   I felt like an animal out of control until finally I couldn't stand it
anymore and began to feel my balls grow and grow.

   "I wanna see it," she said all of a sudden, and I felt her pull away. 
It was too late for me to do anything other than grab my dick and began to
shoot off in the air.

   She watched me pump out my sperm until it was all gone.

   "That was amazing!" she cried.  "I've never seen anything like that
before!  I need to come."

   Come where?  I thought to myself.  She then leaned against the vine with
her legs spread and she began to sort of spank herself on her pussy.  I
watched with rapt attention as she literally beat herself with her fingers.
The suddenly she started to squeak in little breathes until that long moan
again; then she began to rub with two fingers real hard and fast at the top
of her slit.  She screamed at the top of her lungs, so loud that I know
they must have heard us from the house.

   And the strange thing was watching her I became hard as a rock again.

   "Well, shit, I gotta beat off too," I told her and began to stroke
myself again right in front of her.  It was like we had both lost all
inhibitions and were showing each other our most intimate things.

   Just as suddenly I shot off again.  Right between her legs on the ground
right in front of her.

   "That is so cool," she said.

   And that was it.  We both got dressed and walked back to the house as if
nothing had happened.

   But something told me that things were never going to be the same
between Becky and me again.

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   CHAPTER FOUR - GROWN-UP EVELYN

   The Fourth of July came and went, and we had a good time.  The guys hung
around together and did guy stuff, and we mostly left the girls alone.  But
we did talk about them a lot.

   My cousin, Terry, was in from out of state.  Terry's about my age, but
he looks more grown up - or at least he acts that way.  He lives in a city
and goes to a big high school.  So I figure he knows more than I do about
women and life in general.  At least he seems more experienced than I am.

   "Man, that Pammy's got some big-ass tits.  I bet I could just hang on to
those jugs and fuck her standing up." Terry sounded quite confident.

   "Yeah, man.  And we could keep Becky around to lick up anything that
don't stay inside," joked Steve.

   I stayed out of the conversation since I was getting pissed off at their
wise-ass remarks.  I pretty soon came to realize that neither one was a
lady-killer and began to question if they ever had any experience with
girls at all.  I started to feel pretty smug knowing that I had had
experiences with both of these girls and the guys knew nothing about it. 
For a brief moment, I wanted to say something, but I hesitated.  Nah, it'll
just be our little secret.  Shit, if I told them anything they'd probably
not believe me, or else go up to Pammy and Becky and demand the same.  Then
I'd be in deep doo-doo.  So I kept quiet and smug.

   "Shit, man, look at that Evelyn," whispered Terry.  "She's turning into
a damn fine woman.  She's gonna be prettier than Becky and Pammy put
together."

   I snapped my head around.  Evelyn?  Fine?  I never would have put those
two words together in the same sentence.  But then I looked at her playing
with some of the smaller kids, and yep, Terry was right.  Evelyn was a
pretty girl.  I guess seeing her always with her older sisters just made me
overlook her beauty.  But she was still young, but she was growing fast. 
Her sisters were pretty.  Evelyn was cute - very cute, but that damn
attitude didn't make up for any amount of cuteness.  She was still a pain.

   Company stayed until almost midnight and we all fell asleep in our
clothes.  Nobody tried anything that night, or the next morning, for that
matter.

   I woke up late and thought for sure the girls would have been gone since
they were leaving that day, but when I walked in the kitchen I found out
that they were still there.  Mom said their dad had to pick up some feed in
a town about 60 miles from here, so he would come by to get the girls right
after lunch.  I was pretty excited that they'd stay for a little while
longer.  Actually, I was hoping Becky and I could sneak to the clubhouse
for a quick goodbye.  I even entertained thoughts of giving another shot at
Pammy.  But I knew Becky was more willing.

   After breakfast was over I smiled and asked, "So, what do ya'll wanna do
til this afternoon?"

   "We want to go fishing," they all responded almost singing like a choir.

   Fishing?  Shit, I didn't want to go fish.  I wanted to play with some
tits at least.  Fishing was the last thing I wanted to do.  But they seemed
like they had all discussed it and decided.

   "Fishing?  Really?" I looked at Becky, pleading with my eyes.

   "Yeah, really.  We thought you'd take us to the creek on the other side
of the back field.  Aunt Peggy said you go there all the time.  It's your
favorite place."

   My favorite place, yeah.  My secret place more like it.  Note to
myself--don't tell Mom anymore secrets.  But I was in a bind.  I should've
just blown them off and said no, but I didn't want to make an asshole outa
myself.  Beside, Pammy and Becky had been too damn good to me.  There's
still a chance I can get into Pammy's pants before three anyway.

   "Oh, all right.  I'll get a couple of extra poles..."

   "THREE extra poles!" piped Evelyn.

   "OK, three extra poles," I mumbled.  Yep, a sure bet nothing was gonna
happen this afternoon.  Not with the little Evelyn hanging around.

   So after doing my chores I went to the outshed and grabbed four bamboo
poles and enough tackle to last a couple of hours.  I grabbed my bucket
full of crickets and went holler to them at the back door.

   They all came running outside, screeching and giggling like little girls
skipping down the steps.  I felt kind of funny, like I was the daddy taking
his little girls fishing.

   We walked for about a half hour.  I knew they were getting tired and
bored.  The giggling stopped about ten minutes into the walk and they had
trouble keeping up with me.  Finally we got to the creek and sat our stuff
down on the bank.  The grass was tall all around but all the trees were on
the other side.  Actually it was more of a big canal than a creek.  The
creek had been diverted years ago, and the fields were cleared all the way
to the banks.  But there was one small tree where I had worn a patch in the
ground from all the fishing I do.  That was my spot, I told them and I sat
there and rigged up their poles.

   I figured crickets would be better than worms for the girls.  Then
they'd bait their own hooks.  Wrong!  They didn't like the way crickets
"crunch." So I had to bait all their hooks, except Evelyn's.  She seemed to
enjoy working the cricket on to her hook.

   We sat in silence for a long, long time.  I could tell Pammy and Becky
were getting bored out of their minds.  They fidgeted and fussed and kept
pulling their hooks out of the water.  Evelyn, on the other hand, seemed
like a perfect fisherman.  She studied the water and kept her pole
extremely still.  She shushed the other two girls and fussed at them for
making too much noise.

   I knew that the whole thing was senseless since it was too late in the
day to fish.  But with the only shade on this side of the bank this is
where the fish would flock.  There's a long shot that we might get lucky.

   I sat still alongside Evelyn.  My mind started wandering and I
daydreamed as I watched Pammy's legs glistening in the sun.  Her shorts
seemed shorter than normal, or maybe my imagination was in high gear.  I
tried to catch peeks at her tight crotch and remembered how good it looked
with nothing covering it.  Then I glanced toward Becky, who was sitting on
her heels in a crouch.  I looked at her fine butt stretched tight by her
shorts.  I imagined my dick disappearing into that crack again and again.

   I was kind of in a daze now.  I was very aware of my dick getting harder
and harder and threatening to free itself of my cutoffs.  It was like slow
motion watching Pammy getting her hook caught in some grass along the edge.
She bent over to try to yank it free and I stared openly at her boobs,
barely constrained by her bra, bouncing around while she yanked.  Then I
dreamily watched her bend over to grab the hook; I got a damn good look at
her tremendous cleavage and then....

   "Owww!  Ow, ow, ow, ow ow.  Oh help.  Oh ouch!  Oh help.  My god, I'm
stuck." she screamed in pain.

   I came to my senses pretty quickly, and before I knew it I was on my
feet and at Pammy's side.  She had yanked on the string and freed the hook
which flew and stuck itself in her hand.  It wasn't serious, but I could
tell it did hurt.  It was right in between her thumb and forefinger.  She
was shaking her hand so much I was afraid she was going to push it in
further.  I grabbed her arm and held it at my side real tight.  Then I
quickly grabbed the hook, pushed it sideways slightly and popped it out.

   When she saw the trickle of blood on her hand and went wild.  She was
crying and carrying on.  I knew most of it was an act just to quit fishing.
And that was fine with me.

   "OK, let's grab all this stuff and take you home.  We gotta clean this
up," I motioned to the other two girls.  Becky started picking up the poles
but Evelyn stayed right where she was, not even moving her line out of the
water.

   "I'm not going anywhere.  I wanna fish.  You guys got to do a lot of
things already.  Y'all never do anything with me." Evelyn sounded pretty
pissed off.

   "OK, fine.  Stay here and fish.  But I'm gonna take Pammy home.  I'll
see you later." Becky sounded real protective of her big sister who was
still sobbing.  "Brad, you stay here with Evelyn.  I don't want her out
here by herself."

   I was about to complain, but what's the use.  The little brat was
stubborn for sure.  Anyway, looks like my chance for a piece of ass this
afternoon was out of the question anyway.  So I told them to be careful and
stay on the path home.  We'd see them around lunchtime.

   Then I went back to my spot and sat down and fished.  Evelyn and I spent
the next 45 minutes in complete silence except for the splash of a hook
hitting the water or the crunch of another cricket biting the dust.  No one
caught anything.

   The rest of the morning was threatening to be more of the same when my
bladder started calling for attention.  I ignored it at first because I
didn't want to go take a piss around Evelyn.  It didn't seem right.  So for
the next 15 minutes I kept trying not to think about my bladder but
spending all that time trying to make the urge go away.  My piss hard-on
was pretty big now and I knew that I had to take care of the situation at
once or I wouldn't be able to stand up.

   "Where ya going?" Evelyn asked as I put my pole aside and started to
walk towards the tall grass.

   "I gotta go do something."

   "What?"

   "I gotta go over here for a minute.  I'll be right back."

   "What do you need.  I'll get it for you."

   "No, look.  I gotta go use the bathroom.  So just wait right here." And
off I went to the bushes.  I walked over this little hill.  When I got out
of sight, and far enough out of earshot I unzipped my cutoff, pulled out my
hard on and let it flow.  I pissed for almost a full minute wetting all the
tall grass around.  I aimed my prick like a machine gun knocking back the
weeds.  As the piss was subsiding so was my erection.  Then I heard a
noise, a rustle in the grass.  I stood completely still thinking it was a
snake or small animal.  Then I realized it was coming from my left side,
toward the tree.  I caught a glimpse of a blond head pulling aside the tall
grass.  Evelyn.  My dick immediately sprang to life again.

   This is crazy, I thought to myself.  She's a baby.  But she's a curious
baby.  I can't let her do that, though.  It's not right.  So I shook it a
couple of more times and stuffed my dick back in my pants.  It was hard to
do since I still had an erection.  I just placed it sideways since I
couldn't tuck it between my legs.  Looked like I was carrying a piece of
lumber in my right front pocket.  I heard the grass rustle again as she
scooted back to the tree.

   I smiled and went back to the tree and sat down.  She was sitting just
to my right, the same side my dick was facing.  It was still hard and still
throbbing.  I didn't like what my mind was thinking now.  But my dick sure
liked it.  It was getting harder and harder.  I caught her even stealing a
few looks when she thought I couldn't see her.  Boy, is she curious, I
thought to myself.  This little game went on for quite a while.  My dick
never lost its erection knowing that this little blondie was admiring it
through my short jeans.  I thought about rubbing it "accidentally" to make
it poke out through the leg.  But I decided not to.  I didn't want to carry
it that far.  At least not without her wanting to go that far.

   After about twenty minutes of this cat and mouse, sneak a peek game I
decided enough is enough.  I folded my legs Indian-style to accent the
protrusion from my pants.  I kept my head straight waiting for her to look
sideways again.  She did.

   "You like what you saw back there?" I asked without even looking at her.

   I could feel her blush and shuffle a bit.  But she was one tough,
cookie. Like I said, she was stubborn.

   "I saw it before, already." She was so cool.  I jerked my head toward
her and she was facing toward her pole.  Cool.

   "You what?  You saw me before?  When?"

   "The other morning after we first got here.  Everybody else was sleeping
and you didn't have any clothes on.  You were walking around the room
pulling on it.  I know you thought I was sleeping, but I wasn't."

   I couldn't believe my ears.  I really did think she was sleeping, but I
guess I put on a pretty good show for her, too.

   "Well, did you like the show?" I asked.

   She was quite for five seconds.

   "It's big" she said meekly.

   "I didn't know you were looking.  I sure wouldn't have done that if I
knew you were awake, y'know." My excuse sounded lame.

   "Well, if you didn't want anybody to see it why didja dance around like
that.  Supposed somebody woulda woke up?" She kept fishing, not even
looking my way.

   "I just woke up like that and, well, I had to take care of it.  Y'know,
guys have to take care of themselves every once in a while or they'll hurt
themselves." I lied the famous "guy" lie.

   "Whatcha mean take care of themselves?" she looked at me for the first
time.

   I was leaning back in the grass against a little hill with my fishing
pole resting by my ankles.  I had one hand on my crotch just outlining the
large lump extending to my right.

   "Y'know.  When a guy gets so big and hard, he's gotta do something about
it or he'll pop or really hurt himself bad."

   "So, what d'ya do?"

   "Well, ya gotta release it.  Y'know, a guy has to relieve himself.  He's
got to shoot off.  Do you know about sex?" I had to find out just what she
knew.

   "Yeah, I know about sex....  kinda.  Why?"

   "Well, a guy sometimes relieves himself in a girl, but not all the time.
Sometimes he can relieve himself with his hand....  or with a girl's hand."
I look at her.  She looked back.  She was definitely curious.

   "You always have to relieve yourself when you get hard?"

   "Most of the time."

   "Like right now.  You gonna have to relieve yourself?"

   "Well, if we keep talking about it I will.  It's not gonna get smaller
if you keep looking at me like that." She didn't turn away.  Good sign.

   "So why did it get all big anyway?"

   "Well, it usually gets big when I think about girls, y'know, pretty
girls and stuff."

   "What girl were you thinking about?"

   "Well..." I paused.  "I was thinking about you."

   "You crazy!  You were thinking about me?  That's stupid.  I'm your
cousin and I'm younger than you."

   "Well, that don't matter.  You're still a cute girl, no matter if you're
my cousin or not.  I was thinking about you and it got big.  That's all."

   "Does it hurt?  I mean when it gets hard.  Does it bother you?"

   "Sometimes.  Like right now, it's getting so hard that it's tight in my
pants.  It's startin' to hurt because it can't move anywhere."

   "So whatcha gonna do?  Is it gonna hurt you more?"

   "Well, I could make myself comfortable?" and I reached down and fumbled
with the snap on my jeans.

   "No, go ahead.  I don't want you to hurt."

   I popped the snap and unzipped my cutoffs opening them just a bit.  The
white bulge of my underwear was pooching through.  I felt like my whole
dick would come through my fly because it was throbbing and just aching for
relief.  I think it would have scared her off for sure if that had
happened. A wet spot showed through my shorts at the tip.

   "There, that oughta be fine now.  That helps a lot." I resumed fishing,
but she never took her eyes off my crotch.

   "It still looks like it's tight to me.  You don't gotta relieve yourself
anymore?" she asked sounding almost disappointed.

   "Naw, I don't think so.  Unless it starts getting bigger.  Then I'll
have to do something about it."

   "It looks pretty big now.  You sure?"

   Oh, it was getting bigger all right.  Just her looking at it made my
balls hurt and dick so hard I could probably shoot off without touching it.

   "Y'know, I think you're right.  It is getting bigger.  And it's kinda
starting to hurt a little.  But I don't want to do anything in front of
you. Y'know, I don't wanna embarrass you or anything.  I may have to go
down over the hill over there."

   "No, no, you won't.  You won't embarrass me.  I promise.  I'm not
embarrassed at all.  You don't have to go anywhere, ok?  I just don't want
you to hurt yourself.  That's all.  Go ahead and do whatever you have to do
but just stay right here."

   "You sure?" I teased.

   "Promise.  It's ok."

   "OK, if you're sure." Then I started to ease my cutoffs down my legs,
but Evelyn's eyes were afixed to the giant lump in my drawers.  The white
grew and grew until my pants were down below my knees and my dick stretch
my briefs sideways.  Then I grabbed it through my underwear and started to
rub back and forth.  Each time I'd pick it up and stretch my underpants
forward straining my dick against them.  I kept this up for a minute and I
could see Evelyn getting antsy and squirming.

   Finally she blurted out, "Don't you have to take your panties off or
anything?"

   "Not all the time.  Sometimes I can just relieve myself like this."

   "But it's not better when you take them off."

   "Yeah, kinda.  But then you might see it, and that wouldn't be right.  I
mean, you're my cousin and all."

   "I don't care.  It don't matter to me.  Just so long as you don't hurt
yourself.  It really don't matter if I see it."

   "Now I don't like to show little girls my bottom, you know.  It's not
right." I lied as I stroked my rod through my shorts.

   She had had enough.

   "Look," she said, "it don't matter if I see it, OK?  Take them off
before you hurt yourself.  I wanna watch.  OK?  I want to see how you do
it. I never did before."

   "Did you ever see a man's bottom before?"

   "No, not before a couple of days ago when I saw yours."

   "Really?  That's kinda hard to believe." And I slowly ran my hand inside
the band of my underwear and pulled my dick gently out as I moved my shorts
down with the other hand.

   She put down her pole and scooted closer.

   "Aaaaaah, that feels so much better.  You sure you don't mind me doing
this?" I eyed her closely.

   "Uh uh.  Not at all.  God, it looks so hard.  It looks like it hurts."
Her attention was solely on my hard dick.

   "No, it don't hurt so much no more.  Now that it's outa my pants.  I
think the air makes it feel better."

   "It's all wet."

   "Yeah, he's just real excited.  He gets wet like that."

   "Is it always purple like that?"

   "Naw, only when he get real, real excited."

   "Boy, he sure looks real excited right now!  It looks like it's pumping
or something."

   I was holding my dick by the base and letting it throb on its own.

   "Yeah, it is pumping by itself.  You wanna feel it?"

   The silence was deafening.  I held my breath waiting for an answer.  I
wanted to see just how game she was.  She was.

   "OK, but tell me if I hurt you."

   Hurt me.  I wanted to laugh.  The only way she could hurt me is to say
no.  But I didn't tell her that.  This girl seemed brave and ready to give
anything a try.  I watched as she carefully extended one small hand toward
the beast extending from my crotch.  It was like a lightening bolt hitting
my groin as I felt her soft grasp around my pole.  The fingers of her
little hand barely met as they wrapped around my dick.

   "It's really moving now!" she said excitedly.  "Is he getting ready to
explode or something?"

   "Any second now," I managed to whisper.

   "Is this ok?  Am I doing this ok?" she asked as she squeezed by dick
ever so gently then more firmly.

   "You doin' fine.  Now kinda move them up and down like this." And I
grabbed her wrist and moved it back and forth.

   I was grunting.  I let go of her wrist and she continued jerking slowly
up and down my rod.  Every part in my body was trying to do one thing: keep
from coming!  I mean, her soft hand wrapped around my throbbing cock was
just way too much.  I gotta hand it to me, I never thought I had that much
restraint.  It jerked and wobbled and spit a little bit of juice, but I
managed to say enough prayers to fight the feeling.  Until I opened my eyes
again and saw Evelyn.

   She was staring at my big dick was the wickedest smile on her face.  She
now had both hands around the shaft moving up and down.  I had moved my
hands to my side to brace myself.  She kept her left hand sliding up and
down as she explored my balls with her right.  I spread my legs to
accomodate her exploration, but it was all too much.

   "Evelyn, watch out, I'm gonna shoot off!"

   "Huh, what?"

   Too late, I blew.  And blew good.  I let out a cross between a groan and
a yell and tossed my rocks all over my knees and jeans.

   "Goddam," was all she could manage to say as she kept paused for just a
split second, but just as quickly continued pumping.  I doubled over in
intense pleasure, writhing from the feeling.  She must have gotten a real
kick out of this because she wouldn't let go no matter how much I bucked.

   When the torrent had finished she continued to stroke it.  The
ultra-sensitivity of my peckerhead cause me to pull way back.  But Evelyn
held on.

   "Evelyn, please.  It's real sensitive now.  You have to be gentle."

   "Man, you really shot off, huh?  Where does all that stuff come from? 
It's all over the place.  I ain't never seen nothing like that before. 
That was wild.  Are you OK?"

   Why did everybody always ask me if I was OK?  Must be something in that
family.

   "Yeah, I'm fine, just fine.  Real fine."

   "He's gettin' smaller now.  Is he finished?"

   "Oh, yeah.  He's finished for right now."

   "Whatcha mean for right now?" she seemed genuinely curious.

   "Well, I after a guy rests for a little while after shooting off he can
do it again."

   "Shoot off again?  Like that?  It don't hurt or drain you or something."

   "Hell no, it don't hurt.  But it drains you.  I mean, you can't shoot
off as much.  But you can still shoot off."

   "I can't believe I finally saw a guy's dick!" She sounded like she had
won a bet or a contest.  "And that's really supposed to go inside of a
girl? Ain't no way."

   "Yeah, it can go inside of a girl.  Girls stretch you know."

   "You're crazy.  They don't stretch that much.  Not enough for that!  You
ever put it in a girl before?"

   "Evelyn, you ask too many questions.  One day you'll see.  You'll see."

   As I was talking I was pulling my shorts and cutoffs.

   "What are you doing?" she demanded.

   "Well, I'm getting ready to go.  Your dad's coming for you this
afternoona and we gotta start heading back," I explained.

   "Ah shoots.  It's still early.  We got lotta time left.  You, uh, you
OK? I mean, you don't gotta relieve yourself any more?  You know, I mean,
your thing's...  uh, your thing's OK?"

   "Yeah, I'm fine.  Now c'mon, really, we gotta be going.  Get your pole
and I'll get the bucket."

   She looked pissed off.  I was serious about heading back, though.  I
guess I was selfish, but I was relieved at last and my dick was ultimately
satisfied.  Evelyn was not, however.  She grabbed the poles with a huff and
we both took off down the dirt road back to the farm.

   "Did you want to fish some more," I asked.

   "No," she huffed.  "I just thought we..." and then she ell silent.

   We walked a while without talking.  I could tell she was thinking of
something because she kept glancing my way every so often.  Finally she let
it out.

   "Can boys walk when their bottom is hard?"

   I chuckled a bit, "Why do you ask that?"

   "I dunno, just wondering how it would feel."

   "Yeah, we can walk when our dick is hard.  It feels OK.  Sometimes it
rubs in my pants and makes it feel better.  Sometimes it doesn't feel good
at all.  Depends."

   "When you're walking and you get hard, do you have to relieve yourself
too?"

   "Sometimes, it depends on how hard it gets."

   "I mean real hard.  Like, you ever walk with pants on.  Y'know, just let
it hang free.  Or whatever."

   "What are you getting at, Evelyn?" I think I knew.  She was obsessed
with my dick, I could tell.  And the thought of her thinking about it was
making me hard again.  After that last session I thought it was be at least
a half-hour before I would get another hard-on.  But this little vamp was
doing it to me real good.

   "No, I don't usually walk with no pants on except when I take a bath. 
Or sometimes when we go swimming..."

   "You go swimming without swimming trunks?"

   "Yeah, most of the time.  I mean, in the creek, not in town."

   "All of you, Pete and Steve, too?"

   "Yeah, sometimes."

   "Does it get hard in the water?"

   "Naw, not when I'm swimming with guys, silly.  Just when I think about
girls and stuff."

   "What kind of stuff?  I mean, what do you think of when you think about
girls?"

   "So you wanna know all the guy secrets, huh?  Well, I think about girl's
tits and pussies mostly.  And playing with them and stuff.  And them
playing with me..."

   "Like I did back there?"

   "Yeah, like that.  You did that real good.  You ever did it before?"

   "I told you I never even saw a guy's before!  It was so big and then it
got soft.  That's so weird." She glanced over at me, then her eyes dropped
to my crotch.  Just talking so freely like that had gotten me rock-hard
again.  And it was quite obvious through my cutoffs.

   "You're big again, huh?  You need to relieve yourself again?  I can do
it for you." She sounded so eager, and so innocent, like a girl scout ready
to help me cross the street or something.

   "Naw, I'm fine.  It'll go down while we walk."

   "No, really, I don't want you to hurt yourself or anything.  C'mon right
here we can do it on the side of the road in the grass here.  C'mon." she
begged tugging at my arm.

   "Evelyn, c'mon girl.  It's OK."

   "Well, why don't you take it out so it won't hurt.  Y'know, let it free
or something."

   "You want me to take it out a walk with it hanging like you said?" I
almost giggled.

   "Yeah!  Like that!  That would be neat.  I would probably feel cool,
too, huh?"

   I unzipped my pants and opened my fly.  I pushed my shorts down and
grabbed my rod and popped it out.  It pointed straight up.  Evelyn's eyes
never left it while we walked.  She'd glance at the road only rarely.  She
stared at the swagger of my dick.  I admit it felt cool.

   What was difficult was keeping my cutoffs from falling down as we
walked. Trying to manage to hold the bucket and my pants was rather
difficult.

   "Why don't you take them off?" she asked.

   "And go naked?  You're crazy."

   "Not naked.  You still have your shirt on.  I'll hold your pants and
stuff."

   "Naw, I gotta zip back up."

   "NO!  Don't.  I mean, you can't put him back in there.  He's too big. 
Let me relieve you, OK?" And while she was saying that she came up to me
and grabbed my rod again.  If I was the Pope I couldn't have told this girl
no.  She had her fist around my dick and was pumping away.  As she did that
with her right hand her left pulled my shorts and pants completely down
around my ankles.  Her head only barely reached to my shoulders but she
sure had a lot of fire.

   She pressed her chest against my side and grabbed my butt with her free
hand, while her busy one was jacking the hell out of my dick.

   "I think he's bigger this time, y'know?"

   I couldn't handle conversation now and didn't try to mumble an answer.
Instead I just grunted and parted my legs almost buckling my knees.

   "Your sack is hanging low, just like a bull.  Golly, look how it's
swinging."

   I guess the bull made an impression on all the girls.

   She pumped so expertly that I don't think that any jacking off that I
would do from that day forward could ever measure up to what Evelyn was
doing to me.

   "Gosh, his head is sooo purple.  And big.  It looks just like a plum or
something.  Oooh, I think he's getting ready to do something cause he's
leaking."

   I closed my eyes for a second, but then opened them quickly.  I didn't
want to miss any of this little nymph's actions.  She was sure curious and
wanted to know and see everything.

   She would pump a couple of times then pull the skin all the way back,
making my dick look even longer than it is.  A couple of times I thought
she was going to kiss it she put it so close to her head.  She had
absolute, complete control over me.  If she asked me to eat dirt or she
would quit I would munch it by the shoveful.

   "Evelyn, I'm about ready to shoot again."

   "OK, go ahead.  I'm waiting." And she pumped and pulled, pumped and
pulled.  On one strong pulled I let loose.  Another grunt and loud groan
and my load was gone.  I sprayed white all over the grass on the side of
the road.  I heard Evelyn squeal with delight when I blew my wad.  She
pumped until I was empty and then continued to stroke just lightly.  She
knew that my head was real sensitive so she played with my shaft and even
my balls.  The feelings were fantastic.

   "You better now?" she asked.

   "I could never get better than this.  Man, you sure know what you're
doing.  Golly, you sure you never did this before."

   "I promise I never did anything like this before.  But I sure wish I
had. I'm glad I do now, though."

   I zipped back up and tried to arrange myself.  We started walking again.
I noticed that Evelyn had gotten some of the semen on her hand, but she
hadn't wiped it off.  Just a little ways down the road I saw her put her
hand to her face and lick it.  I couldn't believe it.  I heard her say
"hmmm" and the she did it again.  I never said anything.

   About a half-hour later we got to the farm.  We came upon the first
barn, the tractor shed, when Evelyn stopped and sat down on the plow-hitch
on one of the tractors.

   "Let's stop here for a minute, OK?" she sounded tired.

   "Evelyn, we're home already.  Why you wanna stop?"

   "Why do you wanna go?  You don't think you got anymore in you?  Daddy's
not here and we got time to talk and stuff."

   "We better not.  I mean, I don't think I can anymore."

   "Well, maybe not.  But I didn't get done, you know." She had that wicked
smile again.

   "What do ya mean?"

   "I mean, we took care of you two times already.  And I didn't get
anything."

   She rubbed her crotch and my dull senses finally beat the hell out of my
brain: SHE WANTS YOU TO PLAY WITH HER PUSSY!!!

   "Oh, I'm sorry.  I wasn't thinking.  Look, maybe this is not a good
place..." Before I could finish she had stood up, unsnapped her shorts and
was tugging at them.  She hadn't even got them part-ways down before my
dick sprang back to life.  I couldn't believe I could get hard again today,
but this little girl was just full of surprises.  Evelyn leaned against a
tractor tire with her shorts just above her knees and her lacy, pink
panties showing.

   "Well, whatcha gonna do?  I wasn't afraid of you, y'know."

   I was lost in a daze, seeing what I used to think of as little brat of a
girl now acting like a tramp.  She was horny, probably hornier than me
right now.  Not having a lot of experience before this week, I wasn't sure
what she wanted me to do.  So I walked up to her and put my hand over the
front of her panties and gently pressed my middle finger into her crack,
rubbing up and down.

   You would have thought that I electrocuted her or something!  She jumped
and let out a little scream that I thought would bring people running.  But
we were safe.  Her eyes were closed and her breathing was fast with a few
little grunts coming out every so often.  I continued rubbing my finger in
her crack through the panties.  She tried to spread her legs but her shorts
at her knees limited her movement.  She tried to push them down more but I
continued to stroke her and she didn't want to miss a beat.

   After a few minutes we adjusted ourselves for more comfort.  Then she
pulled her short pants completely off and tossed them on the tractor seat.
I returned to my petting her through her panties and she spread her legs
wide.  Her grunts became louder and closer together.  I watched her chest
heave.  Now she was completely under my power and I was having fun.  At
least I thought she was under my power.  She grabbed my cock through my
cutoffs and held on tight.

   She pulled on my meat and I slipped my hand inside of her panties.  I
was more than a bit surprised to see that she had hair on her cunt.  I
rubbed the smooth pelt and then placed my finger in her slit, slowly
rubbing up and down.  I felt her getting wetter and wetter and pretty soon
I managed to get the tip of my finger inside of her.  It just sort of
popped in.  And when it did she suddenly became frozen and let out a little
"Whoop!"

   I crooked my finger pushing it slowly in and out at the same time
rubbing her slit.  Her breathing was labored and heavy.  She couldn't speak
now if she had wanted to.  Her pulling on my rod had ceased but she still
held on tight.  Every so often she would jerk it back and forth, but her
main concentration was on what I was doing to her.  My strokes increased
and my finger penetrated deeper and deeper.  She was bouncing up and down
on my hand emitting little grunts and squeals.  Finally with one deep
"uunnnngggh" she sat hard on my hand and ground her crotch into my finger.
She shuddered and then fell forward limply.

   "Oooh, that felt so good." was all she could manage to say through heavy
breaths.

   I removed my finger from her cunt and looked at her leaning against the
tractor tire.  She was sweaty and tired.  I wondered if that's what I
looked like when I came.  Her breathing was still labored but she had a
smile on her face and her eyes were closed.  I was still excited just
watching her.  Then I had an idea.

   She looked up at me, "OK, your turn again."

   "Not yet," I said as I got on my knees.

   "What are you DOING?  OOOOH!"

   I spread her legs and run my tongue up her crack.  It tasted salty, like
sweat and yet different.  Not unpleasant.  I didn't even think about what
it would taste like.  I just wanted to do it.

   "Don't do that!  That's gross," she cried but made no motion to push my
head away.

   I started pulling her shorts and panties down and she stepped out of
them without arguing.  I lifted one leg against the tire to get my head in
a better position.

   I lapped at her cunt and she became delirious.  Every time I'd lick at
the top of her slit she'd squeal, so I focused on that area.  I probed her
hole with my tongue and then lick upwards quickly tonguing the top of her
crack.  She grabbed my head and pushed my face into her bush.  I pressed my
tongue as deep as it would go into her hole.  Then I pushed hard up her
slit.  I kept licking harder and harder pressing as hard as I could.  I
heard some strange sounds coming out of her throat and then I felt her
start shuddering.  Her hips started bucking wildly and she almost fell off
the tire.  I grabbed her butt and held her up but continued licking. 
Finally she yelled for me to stop, please stop.  I did.

   I let her rest, rubbing her shoulder up and down.  She was almost
sobbing; she sounded tired.

   "You OK?" I asked.

   She nodded.  And dropped her head.  She was tired.

   "We better get going now.  OK?" I was really starting to worry about the
time.

   "No, not yet.  Let me catch my breath," she panted.  "And we can't go
yet.  Look!  You're hard again." She looked at my crotch and sure enough my
dick was trying to poke a hole in my pants.

   "Come see right here."

   I moved closer and she grabbed my cock through my pants and began to
massage it again.  If it was sore before I sure didn't feel any discomfort
now.  She unsnapped my pants and wiggled the zipper down.  Then she pulled
them past my hips and let them fall to my feet.  She wasted little time
with my underwear quickly pulling them down.  With both hands she rubbed my
dick back and forth.

   I laid my head back and felt myself going into a dream.  Then I felt
warm and wet on my dickhead and I looked down quickly to see Evelyn trying
to put my whole head in her little mouth.  She lapped the bottom with her
tongue and tried to open her mouth wide enough.  Just the head would fit,
but she really tried real hard.

   "Evelyn," I panted, "that feels fantastic.  You're soooo good."

   And she kept sucking my head and I was lost in the clouds.

   The feeling was still fantastic but it had changed somehow, and I slowly
came to my senses and saw what was happening.  She was rubbing her bare
pussy lips with my dick, rubbing the head of my cock in and out of her
slit. It was as hot and wet as her mouth.  But I knew it was a lost cause
because there was no way she was going to fit me into her tight little
twat. But that didn't keep her from trying.

   "Evelyn, I don't think we can." I tried to explain.

   "Yes, yes, it can," she panted sounding as determined as ever.  "Hold it
straight," she ordered.

   I did and pointed it directly at her.  She spread her legs and pussy
lips as wide as they would go and tried to impale herself on me.  She
barely got the lips around half of my head.  If I wanted to hurt her I
could have tried harder, but I was so afraid that I would really damage
her.

   I changed positions with her and leaned her back against the tractor
tire and spread her legs.  I got down lower and rubbed my dick up and down
her pussy getting it as wet as I could.  Then I pushed forward little by
little until I heard her whimper.  I then stopped and began pumping back
and forth, and little by little I would slap the top of her pussy lips with
my head.  She whimpered even more, letting out little cries of pleasure.  I
kept it up until I felt like I was going to shoot off again.  Then just
like before she started shuddering letting out little moans.  I knew she
was going to climax, and she did.  Her little scream set me over the top,
too, and I began to shoot off even again.  It was not as much as before,
but I shot off all over her pussy and stomach.

   She started to laugh between deep breaths.

   We finally got dressed, and just in time, too.  I heard a pickup truck
coming down the gravel road and I knew it was her dad.

   "Next time I come we gonna do it for real.  All the way, ok?" she said
as she snapped her pants.

   What could I say.  "OK, yeah.  We will." I didn't know what else to say.

   She dressed so quickly that I was afraid she forgot something, but I
looked around and saw that we left nothing.

   "Hi, Daddy!" she cried running out of the barn toward the truck.

   I followed as soon as I got my shorts buttoned up.

   Becky and Pammy came from inside the house, Pammy with a big bandage on
her hand.  They surrounded their dad telling them tales of the fishing and
the drama.

   Mom came outside and asked "Where have you two been?  Y'all must have
been catching good.  Y'all hungry?"

   "No ma'am," Evelyn called back at her

   "Nah, I'm ok," I told her walking towards her on the back steps.

   Mom told me to get their things, so I went inside carefully avoiding
coming near her because I smelled like sweat and sex.  I kind of felt
guilty, kind of like she knew what I been doing, so I went into the bedroom
to grab their suitcases.  I jumped when I thought Mom came in the room, but
when I turned around I saw that it was Pammy.

   "Hey," she said rubbing the bandage on her hand.

   "Hey," I mumbled back and turned around to fetch the little girlie bag
that I knew was Evelyn's.  "You ok?"

   "Yeah, sorry about the fishing," she said, sounding like she was trying
to start some small talk.  And I didn't really understand right then that
she was trying to talk to me.

   "S'ok," I answered.  "We stayed and fished for a while longer."

   "Yeah, I know," she replied, "Listen, I gotta tell you something..."

   Uh oh, I thought to myself.  Maybe she knew about me and Evelyn just
then.  Or maybe Becky told her what we did.  This was not going to be good
I felt.

   "The other night, you know, the first night...  when we...  when I did
you...  remember?" she muttered.

   "Well, yeah, I mean, yeah, I could never forget..." I started, but she
cut me off.

   "I gotta tell you, about before...  when I woke you up." She paused. 
She looked like she was either trying to remember or trying to avoid saying
it.  I kept quiet and looked at her.

   "You were sleeping real close, kinda like right up to me on your side.
And well, I felt you, I mean I felt your...  uh, your thing..."

   "My dick," I interrupted impatiently.

   "Yeah, your dick.  It was poking me in the back.  I felt it on me and at
first I thought it was your elbow.  But then it kinda throbbed and bounced,
so then I knew what it was.  I let it touch my back, and then I kinda
started to rub up against it.  You were bouncing and rubbing back, like you
liked it."

   "I'm sure I did."

   "Yeah, you did.  And I did, too.  See, after I been doing that for a
while..." she started to look down at the floor.  "I turned over, and I let
you rub me on my front."

   I looked at her with wide eyes.

   She continued, "Then, I don't know why, I began to touch you, touch your
dick.  At first I felt it through your pants.  I held it and you began to
rub against my hand.  After a while, well, I started to reach under your
shorts through the leg, then I began to grab you and rub you.  I couldn't
stand it anymore.  I had to tug and pull but I finally got it out of your
shorts.  I just wanted to see it."

   She stopped talking so I thought she was finished.  I confess I was
beginning to get hard again listening to her.  But she sounded embarrassed
talking about it so I didn't want her to feel bad, so I turned to get the
other bags, but she wasn't finished.

   "I kept rubbing you and couldn't believe how hard you were.  And I felt
kind of funny, like I was hurting you or something.  But I had to do it."

   "Do what?" I wondered aloud.

   "I took off my pants." she said curtly.

   I put both bags down and looked at her.  For the first time since she
began she looked at me right in the eye.

   "I tried to put you inside of me," she finally confessed.

   There was a burning feeling behind my eyes.  And I felt kind of dizzy
listening to her say this.

   "You didn't fit.  I tried and tried.  I thought you were awake I was
making so much noise and was pulling on you."

   "I wasn't awake, you know," I tried to explain.

   "That's not the bad part.  I had the sheets pulled down and trying to
put you in me, and when I looked up at the bed Becky was watching me.  I
didn't know what to do, so I told her later that you were awake and
pretending like you were sleeping so she wouldn't think I was doing it. 
She didn't even say anything - she just watched.  So I pulled the sheets
back up and put my pants back on.  That's when I woke you up.  I'm afraid
Becky might tell on us and get us in trouble.  I'm so sorry."

   If I didn't know that her dad was outside waiting for her I would have
given her another chance to try to see if it would fit, but she was trying
to get something off her chest.

   "Pammy," I tried comforting her, "it's ok.  I'm not mad.  Becky's not
going to say anything.  I know she wouldn't.  And what you did?  It's ok.
If I had the chance I'd probably try to do the same thing to you."

   She looked like she was going to start crying.  I hugged her and she
hugged back.  I know she felt my erection, but neither of us said anyting.

   Pammy and I brought the suitcases out to the truck.

   All the girls ran to Mom to give her a kiss and say goodbye.  Then they
all hopped in the back of the truck.  Seems Uncle Mo picked up a bunch of
baby chicks, so they all wanted to ride in the back to play with them.

   I climbed on to the running board to tell them bye, and each one of them
gave me a look that was meant for me alone.

   "Can't wait to see you next time.  It gets funner and funner coming
here. Hope it's soon!" said Evelyn holding a little yellow puff ball.

   Becky said "it sure does, and I can't wait for next time either." Then
she winked at me making sure nobody had seen her but me.

   Pammy said, "Yeah, next time will be even better, I know it." And she
blinked through her teary eyes.

   I don't know if they'll talk to each other about what happened, and if
they do I don't know if they'll be mad at me or what.

   I watched the truck go up the road thinking that I maybe better rest up
for next time.  

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