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From: richh@tigger.jvnc.net (RICHH)
Subject: RICHH:  NAKED GAMES
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                      NAKED GAMES
 
     Before we moved to the townhouses, we lived in an apartment
complex.  I was there all through elementary school.  Separating
the 'B' building from the 'C' building was a big courtyard, in the
center of which were three giant rocks.  We called them the
'boulders'.  
     Over in the 'C' building lived a mother and her two daughters,
the same ages as myself and Howard.  They adored us and would, in
the summer, wake up very early and lie on the boulders in the sun
until Howard and I showed up.  Rita was the one my age and her
sister Anne was three years younger.  Anne was the bolder one and
it was she who pulled her shorts down one day on the rock to show
us her 'seesee'.  That was our first glimpse of that odd, neat
cleft, but we knew we wanted to see more.  
     One day some older boys(seventh-graders maybe) came over and
brought the four of us to the storage room(there was one in each
building.  No ventilation and only a single bare bulb.  That room
became a sauna in those humid Pennsylvania summers.)
     "All of you, get naked.  You two first."  They did, and
stretched out on some cardboard next to each other, touching.
     "Now you."  We did and stood there.  
     "You're gonna have to get boners if you want to hump them... 
Nah, try it anyway.  Lie down on top."  One of the older boys was
masturbating behind a box.
     We lay down on the girls, squishing ourselves against them.
     "Now put it in."
     We tried, but they kept slipping out.  I wondered how anyone
ever 'humped'.  I reached down and tried rubbing the head in that
smooth cleft, hoping to find a clue.
     "Wait," said Rita, and she spit in her hand and rubbed some
into herself.  "Now do what you were doing.  I'm gonna get the good
feeling."   
     Anne looked over and spit in her hand as well.  She rubbed the
drool into herself but also around Howard.  Rita, seeing the effect
that had on my brother, did the same with me.  
     "Watch," said Rita, sliding a finger in and out of her mouth,
"you're up too high.  Watch."  She poked it in and it disappeared
up to a knuckle.  
     "Wow," said a seventh grader.
     So she guided it in and I didn't move, not wanting to lose
this place.  
     "They're humping."
     More like sleeping, only we happened to be connected.
     "Someone's coming.  Shit.  Get dressed."
 
     After this, naked games became a regular part of our
routine:  Howard and I, over at the girls' apartment, while their
mother was at work and their grandmother slept.  Often, we would
sit on the couch and watch them.  First, Rita would rub naked on
Anne until she got the good feeling.  Then, they would switch and
Anne would be the man.  We would sit, also naked, on the couch and
they would watch, trying to remember what gave us boners.
     Boners were important because then they could come over to the
couch and straddle us or lick us.  They especially liked licking us
because, as the rules of naked games go, you are then obliged to
reciprocate.  We did, sometimes adding ice cream or honey,
sometimes the eraser end of pencils, or fingers.  They always got
the best feelings when either we were licking them like ice cream
cones or they themselves were.
     The best was the one day we discovered that there was a guy in
our building that read lots of dirty magazines.  Instead of tossing
them in the dumpster he would tie them in neat bundles and set them
on the concrete there.  We had a field day with them.  They were
all pretty hardcore and explicit, much dirtier than the Playboys we
would buy for our 'uncle'.
     The older boys would read them with us down at the creek,
checking us often for boners.  My favorite was this one that showed
all the girls tied up in an assortment of ridiculous poses.  We
showed this one to Rita and Anne and the next thing we knew we were
all stealing twine and Scotch tape from the local Seven-Eleven. 
Anne liked being tied up the most.  Her favorite was if we had lots
and lots of twine, and criss-crossed her body with it, pulling it
tight up between her legs so that no matter what or how she moved,
it would tighten and scrape her there.  Tied like this we would
then play with her sister in fromt of her, one of us licking her
'bagina', the other in back playing with her heidyhole.
     After doing like this for a long time, Anne would be nearly
completely exhausted.  And then the three of us would attend to
her.  Between her legs would be very sensitive and tender and only
her sister was allowed to touch her there, so we would find some
vaseline and take turns behind her.
     We moved away when I was in seventh grade.  
 
RICHH