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This is chapter six of twelve.
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Chapter Six
At the end of our sophmore year we
began to feel old. When the school year
ended, we did not return home, except for a
brief visit in July. We stayed in our cottage
that Summer and found odd jobs to make some
money. Alice's mother understood completely
that her daughter was now a member of a new
family, that she was married to two persons of
different sexes. My dad thought that I was
sowing wild oats, and he approved of it,
although my mom missed me. Molly's family
didn't have a clue, and they were angry that
she did not come home for the Summer
When we visited home in July, we had supper
one night at Alice's house. After dinner her
mother had us gather in the living room,
because she had things to say.
"Children (we cringed at the word), children I
know that you have a special relationship that
has endured, improbably, for over a year. I
have no criticism regarding that, because you
are, after all, adults. But Alice has been
talking to me about having babies. That is
serious. You have to understand that you live
in a society with rigid standards, unless, of
course, you want to live on the fringe of it and
just wither away your lives in trailer parks."
"I know what you are saying, Mrs. Carpenter,"
I interrupted the woman, "but we will not end
up in a trailer park. Molly and I both have a
4.0 average, and we will graduate summa cum
laude. There is no question that we will get
into medical school, although we can't know
yet which one it will be."
"What about Alice?" Mrs. Carpenter
demanded harshly, "what about her. She won't
go to medical school. What will she be?
Your live in baby sitter?"
"Mommy . . ."
"Shut up!"
"Mrs. Carpenter, please understand me," I
continued. "Alice is the bond that holds us
together. She is the head of the family, the
matriarch."
"I don't want to hear anything more about this
silliness, this immoral self indulgence," the
woman exclaimed, almost in a rant. Turning to
Molly she asked "Does you father know about
this, this scandalous triad.?"
"No, and I dread the moment that I'll have
to tell him, probably when I'm far advanced in
pregnancy. He'll freak out. Mrs. Carpenter,
you must understand that the three of us love
one another profoundly. We're adults. We
know what we're doing."
"It's all very stupid, what you're doing, but I
don't love my daughter any less because of it."
And with that final statement Mrs. Carpenter
got up and went to her room.
* * *
When the new school year began, we were
juniors, and we felt very grown up, very
sophisticated in contrast especially to the new
arrivals on campus, the freshmen, who
appeared to us to be so raw and immature.
Early in the semester we became acquainted
with one of them, a seventeen year old boy
named Ed Zagorsky, who looked to be no
more than fourteen and who was as pretty as a
girl in a very blond way. It was Alice who
found him.
Alice was in the Union cafeteria one noon
time wearing a baseball cap on her short
cropped head, waiting in line to order a snack,
when Ed, who stood behind her, struck up a
conversation.
"Hi, he said, "I'm Ed."
"Hi Ed, my name is Al." We frequently called
the girl Al, and Alice always liked the sound
of it.
"Do you go to school here? You look rather
young to be a freshman," the boy said.
"So do you," Alice replied.
"I just look young."
"So do I."
Alice turned away from the boy for a moment,
slipped off her marriage ring and stuck it into
her pocket. She intended to have some
innocent fun with the pretty boy.
"Will you sit with me Ed?" Alice asked the
boy as they moved away from the steam table.
"Sure, Al."
They settled at a table and began to eat their
hamburgers in silence.
"This my first time away from home," Ed
announced, "except for Scout camp, of
course. It's all very confusing, don't you
think?"
"There are so many people on campus," Alice
replied.
"Ya. I heard that there are over twenty
thousand students at the university.
Fortunately, at least half of them are girls," Ed
said with a slight giggle. "With that many girls
about, I'll probably be able to find one my
size. Even you might get lucky. How tall are
you?
"Four eight."
"I'm five four, but my dad, who's a doctor,
says that I'll probably add a couple more
inches. What dorm are you in," he continued.
"I live off campus," Alice replied.
"Oh, you're a local."
"Sorta."
Alice could not keep up the pretense, she later
told me, because the boy was so innocent and
sweet, and she felt that she was being cruel.
"Ed," she said leaning close to the table, "I'm
sorry, but I've been putting you on. I'm a girl.
My name is Alice."
The boy stared at her in open mouth
astonishment for a minute and then broke out
into loud laughter. "I feel so silly," he
gasped. "I should have known. You're so
small and pretty, and your voice alone should
have given it away."
"Really, I'm so sorry."
"No, no, Alice. I like a good joke, even at my
own expense."
"So," he continued, "I've finally met a pretty
girl close to my own size."
At that moment Molly and I spotted them
across the room, and we made our way over
to their table. Alice beamed a hello smile at
us, when she saw us approaching. With her
hands under table she put her ring back on.
"Hi," she smiled. "This is Ed Zagorsky. Ed,
these are, uh, my friends Molly Burns and
Tom Foley."
Ed stood up and just stared at Molly, who was
seven inches taller than he, stared at her
without embarrassment, dumbstruck by her
incredible beauty. He seemed, suddenly, to
shiver and remember his good manners. He
shook our hands with a mumbled "glad to meet
you." Then he stared again at Molly, who
smiled sweetly at the beautiful boy.
We sat down at the table and engaged in light
conversation, learning that Ed would become
eighteen the following week, that he lived in
Canton, that he didn't have any fixed career
plans, and that he would probably do a history
major.
Molly gave Alice and me a brief, telling look
and we both nodded affirmatively.
"Ed," Molly asked the boy, smiling grandly at
him, "would you like to have supper with us
tonight?"
"Why, yes," he stuttered.
"It's Friday. No school tomorrow," Alice said
quickly. "We can spend a relaxed evening
together."
"Yes, yes, I would like that. I haven't met too
many people here, and the dorm, you know,
gets kind of lonely on weekends."
"There's no reason for you to feel lonely,
Edward," Molly purred, and she reached over
and gently squeezed the hand of the innocent,
unsuspecting boy.
* * *
"How are we going to do this?" I asked the
two girls as we lounged in our living room
later that day. I was beginning to have second
thoughts about 'Operation Edward' as Molly
had titled the intended seduction of the boy.
"I'm not queer you know."
"Tommy, it may not come to that," Molly
argued. "There's a good chance that he will
flee out the door into the night, when he
realizes what's up."
"I don't think so, not if we do it right," Alice
suggested. "And Tommy, I don't think that
he's queer either. You two boys won't have to
do anything together, if you don't want."
"I'd like to see some man-to-man sex," Molly
smirked lasciviously.
* * *
Alice prepared a veal stew for supper. It was
her turn to cook and mine to wash the dishes
afterwards. As the food bubbled on the stove
the three of us crowded together under the
shower head in the bathroom, tickling one
another and squealing. Molly stood close to
me, my chest pressed against her tits, her face
in mine as she washed my cock to hardness.
Alice was behind me with her head leaning
against by back, soaping my buttocks and
fingering my anus.
"Have you ever sucked a cock, Tommy?"
Molly said into my face with an evil grin.
"No! I told you that I'm not queer."
"You don't have to be queer, big fella," she
cooed as she squeezed my thingy, "just
curious. Close you eyes, sweetie, and think of
a pretty boy with a sleek, virgin cock."
Alice had a finger in my ass and Molly was
moving her hand up and down my slick, soapy
cock. I closed my eyes, but I thought only of
them, my lovers, who were really doing a job
on me. I suddenly grabbed Molly and kissed
her hard as she brought me off.
They did things like that to me at unexpected
times. They were so inventive.
Molly held her arms aloft as the warm spray
of the shower washed away my semen from
her abdomen and pubic bush. Alice cleansed
her stinky finger as she cuddled to me,
giggling.
I pulled back the shower curtain and got out of
the tub, knowing that the two girls had some
business with each other. I went to my
bedroom, carrying a towel, dripping onto the
floor, and before I reached it I heard a loud
screech from the bathroom. It was
supersensitive Alice. I recognized the noise.
* * *
Edward appeared at our door at six, as freshly
scrubbed as we, clad in a polo shirt and
shorts, revealing graceful limbs which were
still boyish, unmuscled. His calves had
scarcely visible blond fuzz on them.
"Hi there," I said in a friendly voice as I
opened the screen door for him, looking at his
prettiness with a new eye, after Molly's
provocations. If I were a castaway on a
deserted island for two years, I thought in that
instant, and I came upon Ed, I might accept
him as a sexual partner.
"Eddie," squealed Molly in a tone of voice
that I knew was falsely gracious. "Welcome to
our home."
"Hi, Eddie," Alice said demurely, as she
wiped her hands and her apron, sincerely glad
to see the boy.
The boy was clearly flustered by the fuss
being made over him. I call him a boy,
because, although I was less than three years
his senior, I felt like a grown up in his
innocent presence.
"Hi," he responded, looking around the room,
which was inexpensively, but tastefully
furnished. Molly's touch.
"Do you live here alone?" he asked.
"Yes," Molly gushed. "We live here as a
family. Tommy does the guy things around the
house, while Alice and I share the cooking."
"It's a lot cheaper than living in the dorm," I
explained, and the boy nodded his head as
though he understood.
"Do you want some lemonade, or maybe a
Coke?" Alice asked.
"A Coke would be fine."
Molly and I sat on the sofa facing Ed, who
occupied the armchair opposite us. Alice was
in the kitchen readying the meal. Molly had
her hand resting on my leg, high up on the
thigh. Ed stared at the touch and then at
Molly's beautiful face. He blushed visibly as
Molly beamed him an adorable smile.
"Eddie, when I was home in July, I came
across this old photo album in the attic that I
hadn't seen in ages," Molly announced as she
got up from the couch and went to a bookshelf.
She came back with an album which I had
never before seen, and she placed it on Ed's
lap.
"These are photos of me when I was eleven,
when we were at our Summer cottage. My
Uncle Fred took them. He's a professional
photographer."
I got up and stood behind Ed's chair, looking
down to see the pictures. Molly sat on the
floor next to the boy's legs. She leaned up to
open the album, brushing the boy's arm with
her shoulder.
"Some of these are a little naughty," she
giggled in false innocence.
The first picture was large, 8.5 x 11", as were
the others. It was an absolutely beautiful work
of photography, but its subject was far more
gorgeous. Eleven year old Molly stood on a
beach in a two piece bathing outfit looking
wistfully past the camera, her lips parted. Her
incredible legs stood slightly apart. One arm
was raised, its hand touching her cheek, the
other arm resting at her side. One could tell
that she had slight breasts beneath her bikini
top. Her lovely face was that of an eleven
year old, but her alluring flesh was timeless.
Molly turned the pages to reveal one exquisite
photograph after another, each one a portrait
of her in a different pose. Her young thighs
were so stunning! My cock got hard.
"Now come the naughty ones," Molly purred
into the boy's blushing face.
There were just two of them. The first was a
portrait that showed the top half of her body,
from her navel up. Her arms were raised
gracefully around her head as she faced
slightly upwards and to the right. Her breasts
were bare. They were immature, but
exquisitely formed, surmounted by roseate
nipples. I almost gasped, when Molly flipped
the page to the last photo.
She lay in the sand with her head resting on
one arm with the other arm thrown to her side
behind her. She beamed a glorious, open
mouth smile into the lens. She was naked. Her
legs were slightly bent and spread a bit apart
to reveal a hairless groin with puffy vaginal
lips. The angle of the shot showed her small
breasts in greater fullness. It was an arty
piece of work, but the girl had been posed by
a pornographer.
"Dinner's ready," Alice announced from the
kitchen doorway, and Molly got up to set the
table, leaving the album, now closed, on Ed's
lap, which, of course, helped to conceal his
throbbing erection. I went with Molly to help,
leaving the aroused boy a moment to cool
down.
"I never saw those pictures before," I
whispered to Molly as we fussed over the
table.
"I'm full of surprises, Tommy. I think I have
caught his interest."
* * *
It was a delightful meal, both the food and the
conversation. Ed became more relaxed in the
friendly atmosphere, and he readily joined our
talk about inconsequential things, revealing
that he was an intelligent guy and well
mannered. He kept sneaking glances at Molly,
however, and she was shameless in using her
beauty to entice the boy.
Ed helped us clean up after dinner and place
the dirty dishes next to the sink. I would wash
them in the morning.
"Boys," Molly announced, once we were
finished in the kitchen, "Alice and I have some
girl things to talk about in my bedroom," and
the two of them left Ed and me alone in the
living room.
He sat in the arm chair across from me at a
loss for words.
"Is Molly your girlfriend?" he blurted out.
'You really like her, don't you?"
'Yes, and I like Alice a lot too, but Molly is so
. . ."
"Ya, I know what you mean. Actually, both
Alice and Molly are my girls.
"Really?" he exclaimed, a charming smile
spreading across his pretty face. "You're one
lucky guy, Tommy."
"Tommy," Molly called from her bedroom
door. "The answer is yes."
"Tell Alice that I agree," I called back.
Ed looked at me in confusion, but I didn't
explain to him right away that he had passed
muster.
'Eddie," I said, leaning forward toward him,
my elbows on my knees, "the three of us form
a family. We're married to one another. Alice
and Molly, and myself with the two of them."
"Isn't that bigamy?
"No, it's quite legal, because we have pledged
ourselves to one another without a license
from the state. Do you want to be a friend of
our family? The girls want you to."
"Yes, of course, I would like to be your
friend."
"You already are, Eddie, you already are, but
I'm talking of something else."
He sat there in confusion, not having a clue
about what I was leading to.
"I'm talking about sex, Eddie. As a friend of
the family you would be invited to join us in
our, uh, pastimes."
The boy squirmed uncomfortably in his chair,
as though he might suddenly bolt out the door.
"You've seen us tonight, Eddie. We live in a
clean house. We don't drink or do drugs.
Molly and I are straight A students. The only
unusual thing about us is our sex life, which I
must tell you is not at all perverse, but it's
free. We do it together, joyously, playfully.
You could sleep in Molly's bed tonight, Eddie,
if you want. Or Alice's. Or have both of them
together. It's up to you. Do you want to be a
friend of our family?"
'I'm not queer, Tommy, he said defensively,
assuming there must be a catch involving me.
"I'm not either, Eddie, but if you want them
both together, I'll have to join you, because I
don't want to be shut out."
'This is real?" he asked incredulously, his face
alive in a broad smile.
"It's real. I suppose that you're a virgin."
"Ya," he replied with a blush.
"I suggest that you go with Alice first. She'll
do you more sweetly than Molly, your first
time, but don't tell Molly I said so."
"What do I do now?" he asked, completely at
a loss but eager.
"Let me take care of it," I said as I got up from
the couch.
I went to Molly's room and closed the door
behind me. The two girls lay naked on the bed
stroking each other's flesh and kissing. They
both looked up at me in anticipation.
"Well?" asked Molly. "Is he still here?"
"He sure is. He wants to do you first Alice."
Alice squirmed in delight on the bed at the
prospect of having the virgin boy all to
herself.
"I wanted him," Molly pouted.
"You'll have him soon enough, but right now
the boy is scared shitless, and he would
benefit from Alice's soft approach."
I leaned down and gave Alice a very loving
kiss, and I thumbed one of her immature
breasts.
"Go to your room and get ready for him. I'll
give you a couple of minutes."
Alice was quickly out the door and scooting
down the hallway to her room.
"Are you going to suck his cock?" Molly
asked as she stretched her glorious body
provocatively on the bed.
"No I'm not."
"I'd really like to see it."
"Rent a porno movie," I said softly as I left the
room.
Ed was fidgeting in his chair, when I came
back into the living room.
"Come on, Ed. Alice is waiting for you."
The terrified boy stood up and let me lead
him, walking like a zombie, to Alice's room. I
opened the door and saw Alice standing fully
clothed at the foot of her bed, smiling
sweetly. I gave the boy a slight shove and
then closed the door behind him.
* * *
After two hours, Ed was still in Alice's room.
I turned off the TV, shut the front door and put
out the lights. I assumed that the two of them
would be together all night. I went into
Molly's room and found her, still naked,
sleeping on the bed. I undressed, gazing at her
incredible beauty, which never failed to
amaze me, and climbed onto the bed, cuddling
to her after I turned off the lamp.
"Are they still at it?" she asked in a sleepy
voice.
"I suppose, but I haven't heard any noises."
"I want to watch you suck his cock."
"Go to sleep, you pervert."
* * *
The next morning I awoke to the oder of
coffee. Molly snored beside me in the feint
light of dawn. I nuzzled my face into one of
her lovely thighs. I would have her that day, I
resolved, before noon, but first I wanted to see
who was up. I put on one of Molly's frilly robes
and went out of the room.
Ed was alone in the kitchen, fully dressed,
trying to make our balky toaster work.
"Hi, Tom", he said as he saw me come into the
room. The boy seemed to be completely
relaxed, although he had fucked my wife the
night before, fucked for the first time in his
life. I went to the fridge and pulled out the
plastic container of apple cider, still drowsy,
needing something cold and sweet in my
mouth.
"Did you sleep well?" I asked the recently
innocent boy.
"We didn't sleep much, Tommy," he said with
a slight blush. "I never realized that it could
be so splendid. I want to marry Alice."
"Ed," I said, looking at him in total
incomprehension. "Alice is my wife. Didn't I
explain the rules to you?"
"No, Tom, I want to really marry her, not just
pretend like you're doing."
I stormed to Alice's room and burst in.
"What is this boy talking about?" speaking
perhaps too forcefully to the girl who lay naked
on the bed.
"I'm sorry, Tommy. I could not reason with
him. He just got carried away and said that he
loved me and wanted to marry me."
"Well," I replied, "I think that we have made
another bad choice."
"Ya, I think so too."
I went back into the kitchen and confronted the
boy.
"You've made a bad mistake, Ed," I said to
him, "and you'd better go now."
"Tommy," he said, rather defiantly, "Alice is
my girl now, and I want her to move her out of
here."
"I'll move you out of here, you twerp!" I almost
yelled as I grabbed him and pushed him out of the door,
sending him sprawling at the foot of the porch
steps.
He looked up at me, ready to fight, despite the
odds, but Alice appeared beside me, naked,
behind the screen door and said, "Eddie, you
don't understand. Go away."
The boy looked up at us with a blank face,
turned, got up and went away.
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