Author: wolfcub
Title: The Good Life
Summary: A woman tells the story of how she discovered sex and the life 
that she made with her friends.
Keywords: m+f+ M+F+ mf bg

I just caught my oldest son having sex. I had gone upstairs to put some 
clean laundry on his bed, and as I approached the opened door to his 
room, I heard grunting.

At first, I thought he must be masturbating. I smiled because I loved 
catching him at that. Despite that our family is open about sex and 
casual about nudity, Brian still gets embarrassed if anyone even 
mentions the topic of masturbation. It's adorable.

However, when I peeked into his room, I saw his cute, muscular buttocks 
clenching and relaxing as he worked his penis between the spread legs 
of a girl. Brian covered the girl's body with his own, so I couldn't 
make out who she was, but I had a pretty good idea of who it must be.

As I was watching, I saw Brian push hard into the girl, and I saw his 
testicles draw up with his scrotum. I knew he was squirting a scant 
splash of semen into the girl's vagina. Like his father, he didn't 
produce much. I quietly backed away from the door and returned 
downstairs.

The scene I had just witnessed reminded me of the first time I had had 
sex. I decided that it was time to put that experience in writing and 
share the story of the wonderful life that had followed that occasion.


It was the summer after my friends and I had graduated from high 
school. I was only seventeen; David, Jeremy, and Sandy were already 
eighteen.

The four of us had been good friends throughout high school. David and 
I weren't technically boyfriend and girlfriend. Neither were Jeremy and 
Sandy. In fact, I'd never even kissed David, and I don't think Sandy 
had ever kissed Jeremy, either. We just enjoyed each other's company.

All four of us were pretty geeky, so none of us had ever had a 
"significant other". I think David did refer to me as his 
girlfriend--but never when I was around. (He was just a little 
concerned about appearances, in contrast with Jeremy--to whom, I'm 
sure, it never had occurred to consider what anyone else thought about 
him.)

Sandy was working the day shift, but I was off, so I was hanging out 
with David and Jeremy at David's house. They weren't much for 
entertainment ideas, so I was bored--and irritated. I was finally free 
of the foolishness that is high school, but after nearly two months, I 
didn't know what to do with myself.

Sandy and I had good jobs as system operators for the county data 
processing department. It was easy work, and it paid well. We had 
gotten the jobs while we were still in high school. It was good 
work--for now--but I didn't want to spend the rest of my life doing it.

As I sat on a stool at the island in the middle of David's kitchen, I 
pondered what I was going to do with my life. I was supposed to go to 
college, but to do what? I found myself staring at David, and a strange 
feeling came over me.

I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, but I suddenly knew 
what I wanted to do with my afternoon. It surprised me because I had 
never thought of David in that way, before (okay, maybe once, when 
Sandy was sleeping over at my place and we had been discussing boys, in 
general, and David and Jeremy, in particular).

I acted quickly, before I thought about it too much and lost my nerve. 
I grabbed David's arm and pulled him off of the stool. Well, I would 
have pulled him off of the stool, if he hadn't weighed almost twice as 
much as I did. Anyway, the tug was enough to get his attention.

"Come on! I know what we can do." I walked down the hall towards his 
bedroom without looking to see if he was following me.

When I got to his room, I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks. 
I pulled my tank top over my ahead and was just unfastening my bra when 
David appeared at the door. He stopped short, and Jeremy almost ran 
into him.

I tried to be nonchalant as I lowered my shorts and panties in one 
movement. David gawked at my now-naked body. Jeremy tried to peer over 
his shoulder to see what was going on.

I walked up to David and took his hands in mine. I pulled him into the 
room, and he came willingly, but zombie-like. Jeremy stood in the 
doorway, and it was his turn to gawk.

I unbuttoned David's shirt (he always wore cheap, rumpled dress 
shirts), I pulled it down over his shoulders, then pressed my bare 
chest against his. It felt good to feel his naked flesh pressed against 
mine. I let the shirt fall to the ground then hugged him gently, 
rocking back and forth, slightly.

I then pulled away from him and placed one of his hands on each of my 
breasts. He smiled as he softly squeezed them. He had a goofy look on 
his face, and he didn't quite seem to know what to do. Then again, I 
didn't have any experience, either, but I had done some reading.

After a minute of letting David massage my breasts, I knelt in front of 
him, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down to 
his ankles. I found myself staring at a small sack that held two small 
testicles close to his body. His circumcised penis was maybe a little 
over two inches long.

I was surprised that David's genitals were not much bigger than my 
brother's, who was only twelve years old. (Ever since he had figured 
out how to get his diaper off, my little brother had always enjoyed 
running around naked. I still caught him walking naked from the shower, 
from time to time. I think he liked trying to shock me.) The biggest 
difference was that David's genitals were covered with a thick patch of 
curly, dark hair; my brother had only some downy fuzz on his scrotum.

I took David's testicles in one hand. With the other, I grasped his 
penis between my thumb and forefinger and began stroking it. It wasn't 
long before I could wrap my hand around 4-5 inches of stiff flesh.

Tentatively, I kissed the head of his penis. I was rewarded with a 
wriggle of David's body and a soft gasp. I then cautiously licked 
around the rim of his head as I continued stroking his shaft. I stopped 
when his quickening breath told me he was close to orgasm. (I had once 
spied on my brother while he was masturbating, so I knew the signs. All 
right, maybe I had spied on him more than once!)

"Get those shoes off," I told him, as I stood up and walked over to 
Jeremy. He was still frozen in the doorway. In the years I had known 
David and Jeremy, I had never given them any sign that I was interested 
in either of them sexually, so I'm sure they were thoroughly shocked by 
what was happening.

I grabbed Jeremy's hand and pulled him into the room. I pulled the 
t-shirt off over his head, then knelt in front of him to work on his 
jeans. A giggle escaped my lips when I realized that he wasn't wearing 
underwear.

When I got his jeans down to his ankles, Jeremy stepped out of them, 
and, at the same time, slipped out of the silly "kung fu" shoes that he 
liked to wear.

Unlike David, Jeremy had been blessed with full-sized man parts. Two 
large testicles hung low in his loose scrotum, and his uncircumcised 
penis--while rather slender--was easily four or five inches long. When 
I stroked it, it grew to seven or eight.

Behind me, David had quickly shed his shoes and socks and discarded his 
pants and underwear. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, holding his 
stiff penis, watching wide-eyed as I gently sucked on Jeremy's erection.

I worked on Jeremy until he, too, showed signs that he was close to 
orgasm, then I playfully hopped onto David's bed, rolled onto my back, 
spread my legs, and gave my pussy an inviting rub.

David didn't need any more encouragement. He suddenly realized that he 
was finally going to get to do the thing that all boys want to do, and 
he wasn't going to wait to see if I would change my mind.

He scampered between my legs and tried to mount me, but--obviously 
having no experience--all he managed to do was rub the tip of his penis 
up and down between my lower lips. I reached between his legs and 
guided his penis to the proper spot. I was very wet, by now, and I had 
long since lost my hymen to my fingers, so he entered me swiftly and 
painlessly.

At once, David began thrusting quickly, with the urgency of a virgin 
bridegroom. He slipped out, a few times, but, each time, I guided him 
back in. It was, perhaps, a minute before he pushed hard into me and 
grunted before collapsing on top of me. I enjoyed the weight of his 
sweaty body as I felt his penis soften and slip out of my vagina.

When David rolled off of me, Jeremy wasted no time in taking his place 
between my legs. He used his own hand to guide his penis into my 
vagina, and I briefly wondered if he had done this, before.

Although his penis was slimmer than David's, it's length was sufficient 
for me to feel his head rubbing against my cervix with each thrust. 
Additionally--like Sandy and me--Jeremy was a little scrawny, and his 
pubic bone stimulated my clitoris. I felt an enormous orgasm building 
up.

I began to worry that Jeremy would cum before I had my orgasm, leaving 
me hanging, but each time he appeared to be close, he slowed down his 
thrusting and drew a few, deep breaths, causing me to, once again, 
wonder if he had done this, before.

Soon, I was no longer able to think of anything except the pleasure I 
was experiencing. When Jeremy pushed hard into me, I was surprised to 
feel his penis ripple--I actually felt him ejaculate inside of me! This 
sensation pushed me over the edge, and I experienced the best orgasm I 
had ever had up to that point in my young life. I held Jeremy tightly 
as I felt several more pulses from his penis.

Like David, Jeremy collapsed on top of me, and I felt his penis slide 
from my vagina as it softened. When he rolled off of me, I noticed that 
David had an erection, again. I smiled as I realized that having two 
boys at once meant that there would always be a stiff cock for me.

David surprised me by putting his lips to my closest nipple and 
suckling. I indicated to Jeremy that he should suck the other nipple. I 
was in heaven.

After several minutes, both boys stopped and David tried to mount me. I 
slid myself out from under him and pushed on his shoulders, forcing him 
onto his back. I straddled his legs and positioned my vagina over his 
penis.

I spread my lower lips, slightly, with my fingers, grabbed his penis, 
and pointed it to the opening I had made. As I did this, some more of 
Jeremy's semen oozed out of my vagina and dripped onto David's penis. I 
let go of his penis, and it slapped against his belly.

I used my fingers to spread my vagina open, more, and more of Jeremy's 
semen dribbled out onto David's scrotum. I couldn't believe how much of 
it there was! I stuck a finger up inside myself and swept around, 
pulling out another big glob, which I playfully rubbed onto David's 
erection. I then lowered myself onto him and began short strokes, 
taking care to keep him inside of me.

David lasted a little bit longer, this time, but his penis head became 
so sensitive that he pushed me off of him shortly after he came. 
Fortunately, Jeremy was ready for me, by then. Oh yeah--having two guys 
is awesome!

I loved controlling how deeply Jeremy's penis penetrated me, and I 
loved controlling the speed. As Jeremy's soft grunts increased in 
speed, I would slow down; when he was, again, breathing more slowly, I 
would speed up. In this way, I was able to make him last for what 
seemed like an eternity. When he finally came, it was like a flood.

I leaned over to kiss Jeremy on the lips, and his quickly-softening 
penis slipped out of my vagina. Strangely, I had had sex four times, 
already, but this was the first time I had ever kissed a boy on the 
mouth. I pushed my tongue against his, and he pushed back.

While Jeremy and I were tongue wrestling, David mounted me from behind. 
At first, I was worried that he was going to enter the wrong hole, but 
he easily found the right place. I enjoyed french-kissing Jeremy while 
David plowed me from behind.

Jeremy took his turn doing me doggy style, then we all collapsed into a 
heap in the middle of David's bed. I couldn't help laughing out loud.


I must have fallen asleep because I woke with a start. David and Jeremy 
were sleeping softly beside me. I looked down, between my legs, and saw 
that my pubic hair was messed with dried semen, and there was a wet 
spot on the sheet just below my buttocks.

I carefully crawled out of bed, so as to not disturb my two, sleeping 
lovers. I walked towards the bathroom and met David's brother coming 
down the hallway. The nine-year-old didn't know what to think of my 
naked body.

"Hi, Sam! Where do you keep your washcloths?"

He silently pointed to the closet adjacent to the bathroom door. 
Leaving the bathroom door open, I wetted a cloth and washed between my 
legs and buttocks where semen had run. Sam watched me from the hallway 
with a dazed look on his face. He was so cute, wearing only a pair of 
light-blue swimming trunks.

When I was clean, I rinsed out the washcloth and tossed it into the 
hamper. Sam stepped aside for me as I walked out of the bathroom, but 
he didn't say a word. I patted him on the head and smiled at him. "Our 
little secret, okay?" Then, I kissed him on the forehead and went back 
into David's room to get dressed. 


I met Sandy coming out of work and told her that we had to have dinner, 
together. After the waiter took our order, I told her, in hushed tones, 
that I had just had sex with David. I left out the part about Jeremy 
being there.

"It's about time, girl! Isn't it awesome?"

"How would you know?"

"Well...do you remember when the four of us went to that Star Trek 
convention over spring break?"

Suddenly, I felt foolish for not having seen the obvious. "When David 
and I went down to the lounge to meet Sulu and you two said you were 
too tired? No way!"

Sandy blushed.

"How could you not tell me? I thought you were my best friend!"

"I was afraid that you'd think I was a slut. We've been doing it about 
once a week in his bedroom when his parents aren't home and he doesn't 
have to babysit his sister."

"No way!"

Sandy blushed, again, then I had an idea of how I could continue having 
two lovers without hurting Sandy's feelings and without sneaking around 
behind her back.

"Wouldn't it be cool to do it together?"

"What do you mean?"

"You and Jeremy have sex in the same bed with David and me."

"Oo! I didn't know you had a kinky side. How come you've been hiding 
that from me?"

I smiled and said, "I didn't want you to think I was a slut." 

We both laughed.


It was incredible having David thrusting on top of me while Sandy was 
lying next to me with Jeremy on top of her. It made up for David 
wearing a condom. It wasn't quite the same as having his bare penis in 
me, but Sandy had convinced me that it was too soon to be getting 
pregnant. Also, it was kind of cool to see Jeremy's condom full of 
semen when David's had only a tiny bead in the tip.

I had no trouble persuading Sandy to swap partners "to see what it's 
like". Thereafter, we were each free to enjoy either boy (and, often, 
both at once) without fear of ruining our friendship.


After a couple of years of community college, David and Jeremy both 
landed jobs as computer programmers for a small software firm in town. 
We rented a two-bedroom apartment, together, but one room was set up as 
an office, and the four of us shared a king-sized bed in the other room.

After David and Jeremy got the first of many raises, we gave up the 
condoms and--temporarily--stopped sharing husbands. I was soon pregnant 
with Brian. A couple of months later, Sandy was pregnant with Lisa.

I quit my job to stay home with the babies. Sandy and I were freely 
breastfeeding each other's child. This is when I pretty much stopped 
wearing clothes at home. It was just more convenient to be naked--or, 
at least, topless.

When my periods started, again (as did Sandy's), I started thinking 
about having another baby. I spoke to Sandy and explained to her that 
it would be great if we had some way to tie our families closely 
together. I suggested that she let David get her pregnant and I let 
Jeremy get me pregnant. She called me a kinky slut but quickly agreed. 
Kyle had Jeremy's blond hair, and Jennifer had David's dark eyes.

I was really into "natural" parenting, and I let the children go naked 
as often as practical, which made toilet training a breeze. By this 
time, we were renting a three-bedroom house, and the kids often played 
naked in our private back yard.

When I became pregnant with Michelle, I wasn't sure if she was David's 
or Jeremy's because I had totally given up on condoms (although Sandy 
insisted that David and Jeremy use them with her). I hadn't thought 
much about it because my period never returned. Colleen followed two 
years later, under similar circumstances.

A broken condom led to Jeremy getting Sandy pregnant with Matthew. A 
year later, I had Heather, having not had a period since just before I 
became pregnant with Jennifer.

I was a busy, full-time, stay-at-home mom with eight children to care 
for--and loving every minute of it. Along with the natural parenting 
came self-weaning, and my breasts were in constant demand from toddlers 
and preschoolers, alike. Even the older children would, occasionally, 
cuddle and suckle for comfort.

Around the time Michelle was born, we had built a large house with 
plenty of rooms and a swimming pool on two acres of land that gave the 
children sufficient space to run naked.

I, myself, only wore clothes when absolutely necessary, and I dressed 
our children similarly. It was not uncommon for me, or Sandy, Jeremy, 
or David, to go grocery shopping or run similar errands with two or 
three children in tow who were wearing nothing more than a pair of 
loose-fitting shorts.

It also happened, frequently, that I would forget I was naked and open 
the door for some surprised deliveryman or repairman. I'm sure I got 
just a little bit better service because of this.

Although we were very affectionate with the children--and they with 
each other--and they often witnessed the adults "fooling around", we 
had never witnessed any sexual activity between them beyond 
masturbation. That is, until the day I discovered Brian humping Lisa.

The two fourteen-year-olds came downstairs while I was writing this 
story. Both of them were giddy and kept giggling and giving each other 
little shoves. I stopped them on the way to the kitchen. They tried to 
get serious, but the harder they tried, the sillier they got.

"So, did you two have fun?"

They each gave me a "Who, me?" look. I gave the tip of Brian's penis a 
little squeeze with one hand and used a finger on the other hand to 
give Lisa's vagina a quick wipe. Both teenagers pulled away, shocked, 
but they smiled, sheepishly, when I held up my hands to display the 
traces of semen on my fingers.

Although Brian had been self-conscious about masturbating, he wasn't 
the least bit uncomfortable about having sex with Lisa, once he knew 
that I didn't disapprove. The two of them mated whenever and wherever 
they felt the urge. This led to Kyle, who had been openly masturbating 
for about a year, to pester Jennifer until she finally spread her legs 
for him.

The younger kids find it very amusing, but they haven't attempted 
intercourse, themselves. Kyle occasionally tries to mount ten-year-old 
Michelle, but she, so far, has rebuffed his advances. I've told Kyle to 
leave Colleen and Heather alone (they're only eight and six, 
respectively) and, at seven years old, Matthew is only interested in 
playing with himself, from time to time--usually, only when he's bored.

I have to say that I've had a good life, so far, and I look forward to 
seeing my children grow up and be happy, too.