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It was the summer of 1965 and I was 14, going on 15...

When Todd and I got home that afternoon after my first time fucking Traci and Staci, my dad was already there.� Seems he had played a round of golf with a client that day, so he was home early.� Todd, being Todd, yanked my shorts down and told my dad with a grin, "Smell his dick."

"Why?" my dad asked suspiciously.

"Just go on and smell him."

"I can smell him from here," Dad replied.� "And if I'm not mistaken, that's the smell of pussy."

"You sure have a nose for it, Dad," Todd quipped.� "Your boy had a generous portion of female pussy today.� A heaping portion.� He fucked two girls."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, my friends, Traci and Staci Laird.� I think they like his cock as much as I do!"

"I see," my dad said with a grin.

Turning to me Dad asked, "Did you use protection?"

"Protection?"

"Yeah, a rubber.� I've talked to you about that."

"I know, but they're on the pill," I answered.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, Dad," Todd interjected.� "They won't get knocked up."

Dad laughed and remarked, "You'd better hope not, you two clowns.� Now, I want to hear all about it, but... girls don't like guys to talk about that sort of thing, so..."

Heck, how would they know?� Besides, this was my dad and not one of the guys at school, so we told him all about it.� I'm not sure who he was prouder of, me or Todd.� I suspect he was equally proud of us both.

Next day when Todd came around and asked me if I wanted to go see Traci and Staci, I nearly knocked him down getting out of the house.� However, things didn't work out so great.� We knocked on the door and their mother answered.� She was none too pleased to see Todd and made no effort to hide that fact, threatening Todd if he ever showed his face there again.

"Today is her day off?" Todd complained as we rode away on our bicycles.� "Fuck!"

Turns out that she had switched her day off that week with a co-worker who needed to take care of some personal business.� Oh, well, maybe tomorrow? Having nothing better to do, we rode over to the Y and went swimming all morning, had lunch and blow jobs at his house and then swam again that afternoon.� The next day, however...

Todd made sure the girls' mom wasn't home before went rode over. Once there, Traci let us in.� The first thing Todd does after the door is shut is kick off his shoes and pull off his t-shirt, then went the shorts.� In full commando he strides in and says hello to Staci.�

"Who wants to fuck?" he then indelicately announced.�

Subtle he wasn't, but what the hell, both girls raised their hands and shouted "Me!"

"Then get your asses naked, girls!" They did just that. What a difference a day makes!

We partied the rest of the morning and until four PM that afternoon.� The girls had thoughtfully draped a sheet over their mama's sofa to minimize pecker tracks, but a few soaked through anyway.� Before the nitty-gritty in-and-out began, there was a lot of fondling, kissing and toying with genitals.� Todd had advised me to whack off that morning before we ever showed up and his suggestion was spot on, as I didn't shoot off the moment my cock slipped into one of their pussies.� And he demonstrated another technique that proved to be fun.

He had Staci lie on the floor and then straddled her while he wacked off, hosing her down with his jiz while she laughed in delight.� She had goo on her tits, on her tummy, some on her chin and then smeared it in with her hands.� Then he had Traci clean her up, licking it all up, only she didn't just scour the cum from her twin sister's body, but moved down to suck her sister's pussy.� Wow!� I'd never believed it if I hadn't seen it myself.� Then when Staci had her motor revived up, I was told to do her.� She went wild.� What a great fuck, the best that day by far.

That's the way it went that summer.� When Mom Laird was gone, we'd go over to fuck all day and in every possible combination we could think of.� It was great.� Todd and I didn't do much swimming at the Y, but who cares?� Todd and I also didn't mess around with each other very much unless we were at the Twin's house.

But, that didn't stop Dad.� He had his needs and wants and took what he wanted from either Todd or me, not that either of us really minded.

All good things must come to an end, or so they say.� In this case, summer break, and with it an end to sexual indulgence with Traci and Staci. Not that we didn't get together at every opportunity thereafter, like on Saturdays when their mom was at work, or for an after school quickie before Mom Laird got home, but the days of fornicating for hours and hours came to an end, at least for the time being.� Another good reason to hate school.

One upshot of it was that we were now a tight knit little clique of our own, and it was quite obvious to everybody.� My popularity, as it was, went into decline, not that I gave a rat's ass what anyone else thought of my choice of friends... Nerds!� It didn't help that I was an honor roll type myself and out scored just about everyone on any subject and consistently wrecked the curve for everyone else. But, hey, that wasn't my problem.� I wanted a scholarship when all was said and done and I was determined to get one... which I did, but that was much later.

The really big event that year was with the Y.� I first heard about it from my dad who was still a board member of the local YMCA.� Seems there was some rumbling about allowing families, that meant girls and women, to use the facilities.� It didn't take a genius to figure out what that meant... no more nude swimming!� It was suggested that to get around that particular problem that they would simply build an outdoor pool and provide a women's locker room.� Over my dad's objections, the proposal was adopted.� You can guess what happened.� The outdoor pool was built, but the women wanted to use the indoor pool during the winter, so nude swimming came to an abrupt halt.

Similar problems were happening all around the country and one by one, the male only aspect and nude swimming came to end at all YMCA's.� That included the big Y where my dad liked to stay when on business.� I still went with him occasionally, but few men availed themselves of the cheap accommodations.� Admittedly, the old place was showing its age and was becoming rather seedy, but the big factor was the lack of air conditioning in the rooms, and people, mariners included, had grown accustomed to cool spaces in the middle of the summer.� Within a year or so, they stopped renting out rooms altogether, and concentrated on attracting businessmen who wanted a place to workout during� day. It remained a men only facility for several more years, but finally in the early seventies that came to an end as well.

There was one other major thing that happened in the spring of that year, and that involved my dad.� I was fifteen then.� Dad often went to "The Club" on Wednesday nights.� As far as I knew, he was at the country club where he played golf and entertained clients, and a place where I was never invited to go.� Anyway, I'm home lounging around in my birthday suit in the living room, watching some TV show.� He comes in and has a friend with him.� I recognized the friend, as he was one of the men who gang fucked me while I was "modeling" for one of Casey's art classes and the man who alerted my dad to that fact.

Dad never brought anyone home except for sex, and I figured that I should make myself scarce and let them have their fun.� I got up to go to my room, but Dad told me to stay put. I waited and listened as dad fixed them drinks and talked in low voices.�

When they came out, Dad says, "You remember, Mr. John, don't you?" I wasn't sure if his name was John or not, but I didn't think so.

"Ummm, yeah.� Nice to see you again, Mr. John."�

"Nice seeing you too," he replied with a grin and then sat next to me while Dad sat on my other side.�

"My, you have grown," Mr. John said.� "I remember when you didn't have a hair on you." I had changed quite a bit that year, putting on muscle and becoming somewhat hairy like my dad.

"Your dad and I have been talking about you, and well... you don't mind if I put my hand on your thigh, do you?"

I looked over at Dad and he said, "It's up to you."

By the time I looked back, that hand was very high up on my bare thigh and his fingers were brushing against my scrotum.� A moment after, he stroked his fingers along my cock. My cock naturally responded and within seconds was coming to attention.

"You've got a nice dick," he said as his fingers encircled my engorging member.

There I was, sitting between my dad and his friend and his friend is openly feeling me up while Dad watched.� I figured that if Dad didn't mind his buddy molesting me, I had no reason to mind either; I certainly didn't mind it when John bent over and took me in his mouth.

If I had any doubts to how far this was going to go, it was settled when John sat up after sucking me for a minute and Dad said, "How about if we take this to my bedroom."

"That's a good idea, Jim," John said as he wrapped his hand around my cock again. He rose to his feet and I had to rise with him. Then leading me by my dick, he more or less pulled me to Dad's bedroom.� Once inside, he shoved me onto the bed and began disrobing.� Dad too quickly� undressed.�

I was thinking, 'They're going to double team me...'� But that didn't happen.� John was there to fuck me alright, but Dad just wanted to watch me take an adult cock up my ass.� Lord knows, he'd watched Todd do me any number of times.� Dad wasn't a totally passive observer to my rape, which even though I was consenting, I wasn't old enough to consent, so it was legally a rape of a minor, not that I hadn't gladly been "raped" dozens and dozens of times by then. Dad straddled my back and opened my butt cheeks for John and watched his cock move in and out of my young ass.� By the time it was over, I not only had John's cum up my ass, but my dad's cum all over my ass.

Once John had licked all of Dad's cum from my ass cheeks and licked up his own cum dribbling from my dilated hole, he thanked Dad for the great evening, got dressed and left.� By then Dad was beginning to sober up some and he began thinking that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to give me to John to use.

"Hey, are you alright with all this, Randy?" he asked as he lay next to me.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Dad."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure.� It was fun."

"Good.� It should be fun." He stroked my buns and added, "Maybe we can do that again sometimes."

"Sure, Dad."� We both then fell asleep.

We did it again a few times that year, but Dad asked me before he brought someone over to do me.� He'd say, "I'm going to The Club tonight.� Want me to bring someone home for you?" I still thought he was talking about the Country Club and it wouldn't be until next year and my sixteenth birthday that he would dissuade me of that notion.

Meanwhile the girls just got crazier and crazier, and I mean that in a good way.� They were a sexually adventurous pair, and even though they never slept around with anyone but Todd and me; not that we actually slept together.

At school, they were prim and proper and dressed modestly, the inner exhibitionists within them had not fully flowered yet.� On Saturdays at their house with Mom Laird gone, they were naked and wild. They were like completely different persons from that at school.� At school, we were all on the outs, me by choice, they and Todd, by ostracism.�

Like I said, the Laird twins were often mocked as the Lard twins.� Had they displayed some of their momentous cleavage, things might have been different, but they didn't. They were a little on the heavy side back in 7th and 8th grade and the horrid glasses they wore didn't help matters, but in the 9th grade, things had changed.� They were still stacked, full bodied girls, but by no means fatsos, but they had gained a few inches in height along the way and that in itself trimmed them down a bit.� But they also made an effort to shed 10 pounds and boy did that make a difference, especially when it was all in the waist and none in the tits.� Man, those two had some tits! Big bouncy tits that were the epitome of the term "fun bags", and when the bras were off, not a hint of sag.�

But more than anything else, their mother getting them contacts and getting rid of the cheap glasses did wonders.� Like I said, they were pretty in the face when those glasses were off.� But they also changed their hairstyle from dirty-blonde short and curly to dirty-blonde long and straight, as was the style back then.� They also mastered the art of eye makeup... nothing garish like a lot of the wannabe "Twiggy" types, but tastefully accenting their blue eyes.� Despite their lowly social standing among their peers, by the end of 9th grade, other guys were taking note too... they were becoming babes.

But still stinging from the earlier abuse heaped upon them, they only had two friends that they trusted, Todd and me. And of course we were more than just friends, we were fuck buddies.

Spring of 1966 rolled around and it was Spring Break.� By then I was pretty good at telling who was Traci and who was Staci; of course they could still fake me out whenever they wanted to bust my balls, but for the most part I was tuned into the subtle differences between the two girls.

Like most responsible adults, their mom, Todd's mom and my dad had to work to make a living.� Taking a week off to entertain the kids was never considered, which was lucky for us, as we could get together and entertain ourselves, doing what we all liked to do best, getting naked and having uninhibited sex... screw until we were glad that school was resuming... Not!

It was in the middle of that glorious sex filled week that Traci had an idea, or at least she presented the idea. Now, we had all screwed all over that house, in every room and every position we could imagine.� For some reason, the potential of their four poster canopied bed had not been appreciated.

"Here's what I want you to do," Traci said innocently as she ushered Todd and me into their bedroom as soon as we arrived that morning.� Apparently the selection process of who went first was settled before Todd and I got there that morning. "I want you to tie my wrists and ankles to each of the bed posts," she said.� "And I want you to blindfold me.� Then I'll try to guess who is doing what to me!"

Todd and I looked at each other and shrugged while Staci was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. There wasn't any internet porn back then, what porn exsisted was hard to come by, so the idea seemed truly original.� I think both Todd and I thought that no one had ever played this game before.� The girls, however, had gotten the idea from some trashy novel that one of them was reading.� Just how good this game could be, none us really had a clue.

"Okay, what do we use to tie you up?" I asked.

Traci reached under the bed and produced some very soft and rather thick ropes.� "Will this do?" she asked before hopping into the middle of the bed, the bedspread of which was already nicely folded back to prevent soiling and which could then be replaced to cover up the pecker tracks that surely were to come.

I was well on my way to earning my Life rank when I quit the Scouts and I knew my knots.� Todd, he was always a lousy Scout and never learned a damned thing, so I did the honors.� I used two half hitches on each wrist and ankle and then secured the ropes to the posts using a Trucker's hitch which allowed me to tighten or loosen the ropes easily and as necessary.� The only thing left was the blindfold which was a scarf and Staci secured that.

There Traci was, naked on the bed and tied spread eagle.� There wasn't a thing she could do to stop us from doing whatever we wanted to her, other than scream.� Oh, and she'd be screaming too, but not from pain and abuse.

We started with just light touches to her skin, her arms, her legs, her feet, her tits and her pussy, and she'd guess at who was touching her.� She did that pretty good too when we just took turns touching her.�

"Okay, untie me," she said.� "It's Staci's turn."

"Not yet, dear sister," Staci replied as three, then four, then five and six hands began touching, feeling her up good and playing with her pussy.� Traci liked that, liked it a lot, and when she came, she came hard.�� Normally we all let each other coast down from a cum, but not today.� When Todd stopped diddling her, I took his place, and when I tired, Staci did her part, then Todd, then me and back to Staci.�

Poor Traci, she bucked and howled, and fought against the ropes as she was forced to cum and cum and cum and cum.� When we finally let her be, we just left her tied up, soaked in sweat.� We took a break and then diddled her again, with the only breaks coming when either Todd or I crawled on to fuck her.� When we finally let her be, she was wasted.

"That was fantastic!" Traci announced when it all was said and done.� Then we tied up Staci and did the same to her.

The next day it was my and Todd's turn.� I went first after instructing Todd on how to tie the knots.� But there was a special twist this time that I only discovered after being rendered helpless.� Blindfolded, I felt a cord wrapped and tightened around my balls and my pecker.� Luckily, as no one knew what they were actually doing, they didn't tie it too tight.� I couldn't tell who's hands were on me other than they were soft and had nice fingernails, but when I felt my balls getting rubbed and my dick being engulfed, I knew right away whose mouth it was... Todd's.� In moments I was hard and I was destined to stay hard throughout the "ordeal" to come.� The "cock ring" was something Todd had seen Casey do, years before.� He had mentioned it to me before, but we never tried doing it until now.

I got sucked and sucked and when I came, I nearly passed out it was so intense.� The makeshift ring was too tight to allow me to actually ejaculate, the nut juices simply backed up and accumulated into ever bigger loads which my prostate unsuccessfully attempted to unload time and time again.� Each time was more intense than the last until it actually became almost painful, yet agonizingly good.� The "Little Death" the French call an orgasm, and I nearly blacked out several times before it was all over.� For two hours straight, I was mounted and remounted, my poor ravaged dick used as a pogo stick time and time again.

Like I said, no one had any idea what they were actually doing nor the dangers.� I was quite lucky that I wasn't permanently damaged.� Of course, none of that occurred to any of us and Todd had his turn too, but I don't think I tied his balls and dick as quite as tightly as he did me, as he did managed to ejaculate and yet he stayed hard as his dick was abused.

I told my dad about our game that night and he nearly went ballistic.� "Don't you know how much harm could have come to you or Todd?� You could have been ruined for life!� Your dick could have died from lack of oxygen and then you'd have to have it cut off to keep from dying!"�

After chewing our asses off, he checked me for damage, and thankfully I got it up again with no problem.� The upshot was that he taught Todd and me how do it properly, and not tie it so tight that it damaged our dicks. He then got us some real cock rings, properly sized for us, and cautioning not to leave it on more than a hour at a time.� The rest as they say is history, and hour long fuck sessions before resting became the norm.

Summer came and once again we had lots of free time on our hands, free time spent in sexual excess. The four of us were by then inseparable.� I was in love, truly in love, but I wasn't sure which girl I loved the most, nor had the Crosby, Stills and Nash song, "Love the One Your With" been written yet.

It was painful to be separated from them for more than a day or two.� I realized that when Dad suggested that he take Todd and me on another vacation.� Of course we went, and I'm glad we did.� This time Dad rented us a cabin.� What neither Todd nor I realized until we got there, the cabin was in nudist camp (they called them nudist camps back then, not the hoity-toity naturist resorts they do now).� And it was a nice camp, with a large lake for swimming and boating, hiking trails, and lots and lots of activities, not to mention lots of naked people, male and female from newborns to ancient. Best of all, there were several kids at or near our age to pal around with and get into mischief with.� I loved the nude swimming outdoors, heck I loved being nude outdoors and with other nude people. But one of our favorite activities were the dances that were held every evening, where a little skin on skin was permissible.� Of course there were other opportunities for a little skin on skin out in woods and out of sight, but the rule was no openly sexual contact or displays.� It was a fun week.� I just wished Traci and Staci were there with us.

When we returned home, I had a strong desire to do something for the twins and their mother.� I had noticed how shabby the lawn was kept and how shabby the house looked.� It was clean and neat as a pin inside, but the exterior needed some work and maintenance.� Oh, the grass got cut, Todd and I did that so the girls didn't have to do it, but the plantings were rather overgrown and the sidewalk almost buried under the creeping grass.� So I convinced Todd that we should clean it up.� He wasn't so keen on the idea, so I mostly did it myself one day while he had his dick entertained.

Well, when Mom got home, she noticed and wanted to know who had cleaned up her yard.� The girls told her, but didn't mention Todd.� She called that evening and thanked me and offered to pay me, which I refused.� Instead, I offered to paint the trim of her house which was sorely needed; all she needed to do pick out the color, buy the paint and brushes and I'd do it for her.�

"Why are you doing this?" their mom asked.

"I think the world of Staci and Traci, and I just want to lend a hand."

I went by the house when she was home.� She recognized me and the name, but apparently didn't associate me with Todd.� I repeated the offer and asked if she had anything else that needed to be done.� Dad was very good with fixing things and he took the time to teach me. I could do just about any repair in a house and do a good job of it.�

Well, yes, she did have some things that I could take a look at, hard to reach burned-out light bulbs and a leaking faucet, for starters.� I took a look, changed out a few light bulbs, then went home and recovered a few wrenches and faucet washers.� Returning, I cut the water off to the offending leaky faucet and replaced the worn out washers.� Leaky faucet fix.� I was her hero.� I repeated my offer to repaint the trim and she took me up on it.� A week later, she had the necessary supplies.�

I recruited a rather reluctant Todd as my helper and had my dad drop off a step ladder.� Next day, while Mom Laird was at work, Todd and I got to it.� With the two of us, it got it done in a day and when Mom Laird got home, she was impressed.� Rather than taking an axe to Todd, she hugged us both and broke down and cried that we'd been so kind to her.� After that Todd could show his face when she was home; indeed we were both welcome.�

The girls were thrilled, as we could now come over and hang out when Mom Laird was home, which we did, sometimes just disappearing around the corner just before she got home and then, surprise, "Is Traci and Staci home?"� I don't think she fell for the ruse, but she was glad her daughters had two good friends who thought so highly of them. If she suspected the truth, which she had to after catching Todd and them naked and doing it, she never voiced it to us.� We just acted like the kids we were and she accepted that.

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