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 Ginny by Pete

   Late spring of 1949, we moved out of the temporary house that we had
built on arrival in Alaska, and into the new family home built over the
past several years at the other end of the five and a half acres that we
owned.

   Father immediately subdivided the property and keeping 2 1/2 acres for
us, started by selling our first house to some more newcomers from Texas.

   It wasn't very long before I added their two kids (Bernie and Ginny) to
my social group.

   Let's see.  I was 10, Bernie was 10 and Ginny was 11.  That made for a
fairly tight age group, and then add two more kids from up the road, (Mark
who was 11 and his twin sister Mary).

   We managed to get into most of the more interesting things in the area,
among those were the creek that flowed through the property, a fairly large
"fort" that we had constructed scrap building materials and last but far
from least, and old abandoned root cellar.

   The root cellar was dug into the side of what had been a riverbank when
the last ice age was disappearing leaving a year round stream for
posterity, and beavers (the four legged kind) had created a low dam and the
resulting pond got pretty warm by late summer.

   Since the day was warm, and the others knew about the pond on our
property, Mark suggested that we cool off with a swim in the pond instead
of hiking to the lake a bout two miles away.

   Because of the pond, I had never been to the lake, and somehow my folks
had never gotten around to buying me a swimsuit.  I guess they figured that
with a private pond, skinny dipping was as good as anything.

   The rest of the kids turned to go get their suits and I hollered that I
didn't own a swimsuit.  They stopped, put their heads together and said
"We'll just have to all go skinny dipping".  This could get interesting, as
this would be my first chance to see what girls looked like.

   We headed to the pond, and in our excitement, started removing shirts
probably around fifty yards early.  At the small sand "beach" near the dam,
we finished stripping and dove in.

   After while we got cool enough, and laid out on our clothes just basking
in the afternoon sun looking at the girls.  Mark popped the first woody. 
Mary glancing over started giggling and said "Hey Ginny, look at my
brother".

   We all looked and laughed at Mark, asking him what brought that on. 
Mark said it was because looking at the two girls got him thinking about
the "bed party" he and Mary had had after their folks went to work that
morning.

   Not knowing what he was talking about, little virgin me asked "What's a
bed party"?  Bernie said "That's another name for fucking".

   I said " I never did anything like that because I didn't have any
sisters".

   Mary brought her knees up and spread them wide, and then used both hands
to open the little hairless slit between her legs.  She looked me straight
in the face and said "You've never put your peter into a girl?".

   I told her that was the first time I'd ever seen a girl without any of
her clothes on had no idea what they had between their legs.

   Both girls giggled and started talking quietly to their brothers.  In
about a minute, the boys looked over at me and asked if I wanted to join
them in fucking the girls.  They said that both of them wanted to try some
different boys at least once, and having a spare would make things
interesting.  The boys said we needed somewhere private so that no adults
would catch us.

   I we could probably use the root cellar as it was clean and dry and I
had a half dozen candles that I had brought from home for lighting when I
was playing there.

   We went inside, closing the outer door and I lit one candle.  As the
light came up, the others asked how come it's so small in here we thought
that this would be bigger to store things?

   I explained that this was like a closed front porch, and as I moved, my
shadow moved off the back wall and they could see a second door.  The
anteroom served to conserve the heat that the vegetables produced and
prevented a blast of 30 degree below zero air from pouring in and making
thing first freeze and then rot.

   I went into the inner room and lit two more candles.  The additional
light showed a room that was about ten feet wide and about fifteen feet
long with a three and a half foot wide shelf about a foot off the floor
running down each side of the room.  On one shelf there were four piles of
100lb potato sacks each stacked about six inches high.

   There was a short discussion about what we were going to do, and the
girls got to choose whom they would start with.  Bernie got stuck with the
proverbial short straw and had to wait `til someone else finished.

   Mark would do his sister, and Ginny had chosen me for her first of the
day.  I'm standing there wondering how this actually worked, and Ginny
decided to make things easy for me.

   Ginny told Mark and Mary to do it "doggy style", and told me to wait a
minute while they started and then just copy what they were doing.

   Mark was still sporting a bone, and as soon as Mary was on her hands and
knees, he got up behind her and rubbed the end of his hard prick along the
length of Mary's slit for a few strokes and then pushed it into her hot
little pussy.

   Up `til now, I'd been standing there with "limber timber" like the blond
Polack that I am, but as Mark slid into his sister, "Shazam", instant
woody, That pecker of mine was like a piece of iron, and it tried to get
even harder.  Oh God, I was so hard that it almost hurt.  I turned to look
at Ginny.

   There she was in all her naked glory, on her hands and knees crooking
her finger at me.

   I knee walked up behind her and since Mark had rubbed his prick through
Mary's slot before putting it in her, I figured I'd try that too.

   I put the head at the top of Ginny's slot and pushed downward towards
her little mound.  As I reached the lower end, my prick ran over a small
bump and Ginny jumped a little and let out a small moan.  I didn't learn
for a few more years that that was her clitty and that it was the most
sensitive part of a woman.

   Anyhow, on the way back to the top, I discovered that her pussy was all
slick inside and that things felt really good.  I liked this, and made
several more trips to the bottom and back.  On the last return trip, just
as I reached the top and the head of my prick was right over the opening to
her vagina, and Ginny suddenly pushed her ass back at me.  I slid all the
way in.  The feeling was out of this world.  This hot wet hole was
surrounding my little 4" pecker and I felt that if I never came out of it
that it would still be too soon.

   I looked over at Mark again, and saw that he was stroking in and out of
Mary, and both of them were moaning and grunting pretty loudly.  Ah Ha. 
That's how things work, and I started humping my ass back and forth driving
my pecker in and out of that lovely warm hole.

   Ginny seemed to enjoy this, moaning the whole time and pushing back hard
each time I pushed into her pussy.

   About five minutes later Mark groaned loudly and I looked over to see
him slam up against Mary's ass and freeze for about ten seconds.  Then he
stroked again and froze locked tightly in her hole He repeated this a half
dozen times.  Two minutes later, I blew my cookies.  My legs locked, my
back muscles rippled and my abdominal muscles convulsed.  My crotch slammed
into Ginny's little ass and I tried my best to fold myself over backwards
and follow my pecker into that hot pussy.  I didn't fit, but I surely gave
it my best try.  I had my own half dozen contractions, but since I was only
ten, all I had was blank ammo and the only contribution to wetness was from
Ginny.

   This was something that I was definitely going to have to do repeatedly
until I had it down to a fine science.  I'm still practicing, and I hope I
never stop.

   My apologies, I digress.

   When Mark was finished with Mary, Mary called Bernie over and the two of
them began fucking in what I was to learn later was the "missionary
position.  She was flat on her back, with her hands holding onto her knees
pulling them up almost even with her shoulders and spreading them as wide
as possible.  Bernie was pounding his slim 4" dick into her as hard as he
could, and Mary was making all kinds of funny little noises and starting to
shake all over.  That I was told was how girls got their cookies when you
fucked them, and that sometimes (like today), you had to keep doing them
for quite a long time before it happened.  About that time, Ginny started
the same noises and shaking.  I guess Mark was finishing up what I started.

   I was just sitting there watching and listening to all the goings on
between the four of them, and my little prick hadn't gone soft the whole
time.

   Bernie finished with Mary, and he and I traded places - Bernie on the
shelf watching and waiting for Mark to get done with his sister and me
plugging away on Mary's hot little snatch.

   I hadn't been working on Mary for very long when she began bucking up
against my crotch and almost yelling that she was cumming hard and for me
not to even think about stopping.  I didn't, at least not then as with all
that return motion, my body was tightening up for another one of those
earth shaking spasms.  It seems to get better and better the more you "do
it".

   I'd reached the point by then, where I couldn't make even one more
twitch with my hips, and lay there with Mary's arms around me for a few
minutes before pulling myself out of her snug little hole and rolling off
to the side.

   Meanwhile Mark had finished with Ginny and as soon as he pulled out,
Bernie got his chance to get into his sister.

   With Bernie on his back, Ginny straddled his hips and impaled herself on
his dick and began bouncing up and down like she was possessed.  By the
time Ginny had her "masterpiece" orgasm, both of them were so tired that
they both lay there not moving for a good ten minutes.

   When we had all recovered enough strength to leave the root cellar, we
spent another hour alternating between the pond and the "beach" before
heading off to our respective homes.

   This wasn't the last time we got together for what we later learned was
called an orgy, and from time to time after all the parents had left for
work, sweet little Ginny would come by my house for a little one on one.

   Winter, especially an Alaskan winter brought a temporary end to the
festivities, but the first warm days of the following spring brought out
the best of us.  The only fly in the ointment was when us horny little boys
each in his own time began to shoot live ammo, the girls put us on a
schedule that wouldn't make them pregnant.  But, since they weren't living
under the same roof, it turned out that they were almost two weeks apart in
having their monthlies and that meant that at least one of them was
available and more than willing for a bit of horizontal recreation.

   Ginny was always my favorite, being my first, but having discovered the
joy of SEX, I never passed up an opportunity to show other young ladies how
things were supposed to work.
   Copyright 2007 by Pete