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I was eight, well almost nine, when I had my first sexual experience. My parents went out several nights a week leaving me with an assortment of baby sitters. My favorite was unquestionably Gloria, a nubile fourteen year old who never treated me like a little kid. Looking back I now realize that her constant touching and fondling of my young body was anything but an accident. Nor was the fact that she always seemed to come into the bathroom when I was peeing and never failed to "help" me bath. It was shortly before my ninth birthday when she kicked things up a notch. She was sitting on the edge of the tub dangling her feet in my bath water in her short skirt making a big production of washing my back; I looked up to see her young pussy, perfectly displayed under her short skirt as she lewdly splayed her toned young thighs. I wanted to look away; I couldn't help myself. "Are you looking at my pussy, Jamie?" She said softly. "No!" "It's okay, don't be scared. Girls like it when boys look at them." She slid her short skirt up. Her bare ass was planted on the side of the tub and her hairy little muff was inches from my face. "Stand up Jamie; I want to see your... thing." I did so wordlessly. One of her soft hands immediately began stroking my painfully hard little three-inch tool. The other snaked around and began caressing the cleft of my butt. To my initial disappointment, she stopped fondling me, stood up and quickly shed her skirt and blouse. I stared in rapture at her budding breasts. In seconds, she descended into the warm water, pulled me on her lap and kissed me. It was not remotely like a kiss from mommy. She grabbed my small hand and positioned it directly over her clit, moving my hand in small circles indicating what she wanted me to do. I was a quick learner. Her breathing became very rapid as did mine. Everyone knows eight to nine year old boys can't ejaculate but most at that age are able to experience the feeling of cumming without ejaculation. Her finger snuck into my ass; it was not remotely unpleasant. Lifting me out of the water she sat me on the edge of the tub and took my little dick in her hot young mouth. The intense feeling which occurred within seconds at first scared me but it felt better than anything I had ever felt before. Sucking my dick seemed to arouse Gloria immensely but she wanted more. In short order we had reversed position and she was pulling my head toward her slippery little slot, coaching me to perfection. "Put your tongue right there... where I put your fingers... gentle now... that's right... .ahhhhh!" I thought she was in pain, that I had hurt her. She assured me that was not the issue. She hugged me and kissed me with far more affection than either of my somewhat stoic parents ever had. Two nights latter following an identical repeat performance, Gloria took me back to my bedroom and crawled in bed with me, both of us still naked. My parents had paid her extra to stay for the night. Gloria was a bright girl; she knew I couldn't impregnate her in my immature state. After a suitable interval of mutual fondling during which she taught me how to suck her little titties to perfection, she showed me how to fuck her. In retrospect, I doubt that my little wiener gave her a whole lot of excitement but the mashing together of our pubic regions seemed to do the trick for her. Three nights later during another sleepover she convinced me to fuck her in the ass. I was unquestionably precocious for my age; I realized that night that girls were far more special than I had imagined and vowed to be a damn sight nicer to them in day-to-day playground encounters. Sadly Gloria got a boy friend and virtually stopped babysitting a month or so later. A year or so later, just prior to my tenth birthday my father died in an auto accident; my mother started hanging out with another very attractive woman her age who had recently gone through a divorce. The woman in question had a cute blond daughter a year or so older than I was and a live in baby sitter in the form of a grandmother. My mother and her friend went out almost every night trying to find men; Susan and I were left in the care of the grandmother who hit the cooking sherry early and was generally snoring within half an hour. It was a small house and since grandma occupied one of the bedrooms, Susan and I slept in the same room which had two twin beds. As I indicated I was around ten and Susan was around eleven. She quickly taught me how to play doctor; she had a fascination with both my ass hole and my prick. She had the cutest butt and enjoyed lying naked on her stomach while I "examined" her shit hole and inserted things inside. She was a very persuasive girl; she had my willing tongue in her tight ass by the second night and of course she reciprocated. I would rub the head of my dick over her juicy slot and she would cum. I tried to put it inside her one night but it just wouldn't go. Susan smiled, raised her sweet young legs up to her chest and suggested that I put it in her butt, already well lubed with Vaseline from our previous insertions. This went on for over six months, at least three times a week. Right before her mother found, "Mr. Right" and moved on with her new man I had my first ejaculation a few months later; it was not quite as thrilling as my first orgasm. Then again the fact that I was balls deep in Susan's shitter made it a very memorable experience for both of us. The few times we were together after that were also memorable. Susan had evidently found a book about sex in her mother's room and knew far more than I did. We would often sit naked in her bed together and read the narratives as we giggled over the crude line drawings. She giggled almost uncontrollably the first time she watched me spurt thanks to her expert hand job. That night, much to my surprise, she bent over after I had cum and tasted my spunk, tentatively at first but with more enthusiasm as she found the taste not unpleasant. The next night we were together she gave me my first blow job, removing her mouth just as I came because she loved to watch me shoot but sucking up as much juice as she could since she had quickly acquired a taste for it. The last night we were together we did everything, including a real fuck. Fortunately Susan was several months away from her first period but her body was maturing and with an ample amount of Vaseline I was able to get my cock all the way inside her pussy. I recall that there was a tiny amount of blood which neither of us was too concerned about since we had read about it in the purloined volume from her mother's bed stand. My mother had access through a wealthier friend to a swim club which had small cabanas with showers in the back. There had been a very cute little red head around my age who had flirted with me and even kissed me on the beach one day when we had been alone. I was very surprised when she came into the cabana one day as I was showering. My mother was off playing cards and looking for another husband. I had just jerked off. The red head stood right in front of me and lifted her sundress to display her bald pussy. She then got scared at what she had done and turned to run out. I stepped out and grabbed her and quickly had my tongue in her mouth and a hand on her ass and mound. I took her small hand and placed in on my boner. Looking back it had to have something to do with the ubiquitous slut gene she knew exactly what her hands were supposed to do. I grabbed the bottle of baby oil my mother used after being in the sun, poured a healthy dose on my hands and quickly had a persistent finger in her ass and cunt. No way I was going to get my tiny tool in that bald little pussy... too damn tight. The other orifice opened up quickly much to my surprise and pleasure. Sometime later I learned that her pedophile stepfather had been finger fucking her ass for the past year and sticking the head of his adult cock in her mouth. The club staff provided clean towels which were sitting in a fluffy pile on the bench which sat just outside the shower. I pushed her down on the towels, flipped that little sundress up and just slid my greasy cock in her rectum; she squealed, then looked back at me and grinned wordlessly. Evidently she had thoroughly enjoyed the anal attention from her stepfather. Having beat off only minutes earlier I lasted in that tight ass a long time but the little bitch seemed to enjoy it immensely; I know I did. I fucked her up the butt three more times that week. The last time I fucked her mouth; it really couldn't be called a blowjob... she just let me fuck her face and shoot a load on her tonsils. My mother also found a potential Mr. Right and we moved few months after Susan and her family did. The year of my twelfth birthday we moved essentially so that mom could be closer to her new target hubby. I was hustled off to summer camp and then to a private school which had both day students and boarders. I ended up boarding for about half the year while mom sealed the deal with her new dude. At somewhere shy of thirteen I had my first nocturnal emission. I started jerking off several times a day during the dry spell after losing Susan's company. While the boarding school was coed there weren't any girls boarding on a regular basis. There were a couple of male teachers that lived at the school and I'm pretty sure they were fucking around with some of the younger boys. I was big for my age and kind of a jock so I don't think they found me interesting. My sixth grade teacher, Miss Houston, did find me quite interesting, however. Miss Houston also lived at the school; we all had a major crush on her. She was a drop dead gorgeous woman in her early twenties. The girl could easily have been a pinup model with her long legs, perfect creamy white skin, full breasts and deep blue eyes. We all used to beat off thinking about her. I guess I had a knack for spinning a tale even back then; Miss Houston recognized it and gave me special attention and encouragement. I had written a short story for an assignment that she thought was particularly good. She gave me an 'A' but wanted me to do some editing to prepare to read it in front of the entire class. The good thing about being a boarder was that we had a scheduled study hall every evening before dinner and there were always teachers there to help us if we had questions. Looking back, we were not very well supervised once "lights out" occurred and the teachers retired to their own rooms. We used to do some pretty dangerous things, to include climbing out fourth story windows and scampering along the many ridges and valleys of the old school structure. Miss Houston was supervising study hall one evening; I had just completed the final edit on my story and she had read it over. She asked me if I would like to have the chance to rehearse it before class the following day and I of course agreed. She told the other teacher who was in charge of bed check that she wanted me to come to her room after dinner and outside play time to rehearse my story and then she would ensure that I got back to the student dorm safely. I knocked on her door around 8:30. She came to the door, opened it partially and it was obvious that she had just gotten out of the shower; her hair was damp and she was holding a large towel in front of her. I apologized profusely but my dick was growing alarmingly. She told me no apology was necessary; she asked me to wait outside for a minute while she put on a robe. When the door opened she was wearing a relatively short terry robe and I assumed nothing on under it. Her room was small, more or less an efficiency with a single bed on one wall, an office space and a small sitting area on the other side. She sat in an overstuffed chair, tucked those astounding legs up under her and had me stand a few feet in front of her to read my story. At just shy of thirteen I was almost her same height, cocky without being a pain and had not a hint of stage fright. I had read things in front of class before and enjoyed it. Most adults assumed I was at least sixteen or even older. I also wanted to impress my teacher... the same teacher who had been the primary object of countless masturbatory fantasies. I had already taken a shower and put on a sweat suit; I had also just jerked off in the shower, thinking about Miss Houston, which is probably the only reason I didn't have an obvious tent in my sweat pants. I did impress her; I went through the story flawlessly, seldom referring to the written text. She commended me, beaming with pride and invited me to sit on the small love seat next to her. As she asked me questions about my life and family, she moved over to the love seat, which barely held two people and asked me if I had a girl friend. I knew enough at thirteen to know when a girl is interested and flirting; Miss Houston was flirting but I was prepared to write it off as just trying to "make friends" with a promising student. The robe opened enough when she crossed her legs to give me a splendid view of her thighs; the top was loose enough for me to clearly see the swell of her ample breasts. "No ma'am, not at the present time. We just moved here and I don't know many kids other than those here at school and none of them live near us." "Jamie, you're a very handsome young man; I'm sure you wouldn't have any problem getting a girl friend." "Thank you ma'am." "Jamie, I'm Miss Houston in class... but when we're in private... alone... here... you can call me Carol... okay?" "Yes ma'am... Carol." "Have you ever kissed a girl, Jamie?" "Yes." "Have you ever done more than that... more than just a kiss?" "Yes, ma'am... I mean Carol." "How much more?" I hesitated. "A lot more?" "Are you a virgin, Jamie?" She said, placing a hand inched from my rumbling cock and moving her pretty face inches from mine. "No, Carol... not really... not remotely." "That's good to know, Jamie." She said as her lips found mine and her other hand released the sash of her robe. Evidently, Carol Houston was extremely lonely and horny. She had moved to the area at the beginning of the school year; her move had ended a relationship with a lover from college. Most of the other male teachers were older, gay, not attractive to her or "men of the cloth". I decided to let her lead; Carol loved to kiss, fondle and explore; we made out on the couch for at least half an hour. She taught me that the buildup was every bit as much fun as the fuck itself. By the time she led me to the small bed at the other end of the room we were both naked. She motioned for me to lie down, knelt at the side of the bed and began to work her way down my muscled young form until she got to her target. In spite of having beat off less than an hour before she had me creaming her throat in very short order. Carol had a gloriously full, auburn bush; we switched positions wordlessly and I thanked Gloria and Susan for coaching me in cunilingus. Carol Houston would end up giving me a Masters in orally pleasing a woman in the ensuing few months. To this day sucking that sweet twenty-something hair pie was a landmark occasion in my life. Carol loved to have her pussy eaten and I loved doing it as much as I did fucking her. I've always sensed that she hadn't planned on the fuck, just the oral exchange that first evening. She was not on the pill but used a diaphragm. I had read about them but had never seen one. She excused herself and went into the bathroom to insert it. I got up and walked part way across the room. "Carol, are you... putting in your diaphragm?" "Yes, Jamie. I'll be right out." "I've read about them... seen pictures... " "But the always inquisitive Jamie wants to know how they work?" She said with a laugh. "Sort of?" "Come here. It's kind of gross." Carol was sitting on the toilet, her legs spread, smearing jelly on the latex disk. She proceeded to give me a complete narrative as she went through each step. Somehow I found the whole thing intensely erotic. She stood up. "There! All done!" I kissed her and ran my hands along her smooth young form. Her hand dropped to my rock hard organ and stroked it softly. It's amazing that we got back to the bedroom. I read somewhere that the average adult male pecker is five and one half inches long. I have no idea what the average thirteen year old one was at the time but like all young teens, I had measured mine and it was a hair over five and probably thicker than the average. It didn't really matter. I knew how to fuck; I'd cum twice in an hour. My cock was perpetually hard. Carol had never had children and hadn't even had a stiff one up in there for six months. The parts fit just fine; Carol was hot, tight and deliciously animated. I knew sex was the best thing since sliced bread but it was even better with Carol. It was delightfully wet, hot, sweaty and more exciting than anything I could have imagined. Anything sexual I had done up until then paled by comparison. Up until Carol the concept of control, holding back and ensuring that the woman came had not been at the top of my priority list. I had the youth to get hard almost immediately and cum umpteen times. When Carol got off it was like an explosion but it took her a while to get there. Still, her increasing arousal was an aphrodisiac in and of itself. By the end of the second week of nightly fucking I took immense pride in my ability to "wait" for her. In retrospect, the excruciating pleasure of being just on the edge myself and willing my cock not to shoot, sensing where she was, reading her signs... it was almost better than cumming in the finale. Carol was not into menstrual fucking. Evidently she had a pretty heavy flow and didn't find it enjoyable in spite of the fact that she was horny as all get out when she was on the rag. The first time during her period we had done all the making out and she had blown me to perfection. After she finished I sucked her ample boobies and fingered her clit. Just as I sensed that she was getting close my other hand strayed back to her ass hole and I ran my fingers softly around the rim. Her arousal instantly increased and she came unexpectedly. Holding my head in her hands she kissed me hard and long; breaking the kiss she just looked at me, then got up and went to the bathroom. She came back five minutes later. "This is a little embarrassing; I'm almost ten years older than you are but I sense that in a certain area you have more experience than I do. You've... had anal sex with a girl before, haven't you?" "Yes." "I've never done it that way before; I know that hygiene is critical so... I'm clean in there." Carol had the softest snow-white set of buns I'd ever enjoyed. A leisurely exploration of her dank little hole with my tongue soon had her ready for the main event. A careful couple of fingers and she was ready for some dick. I went slow, running my hand over her perfect flesh and nuzzling her smooth back. Her fingers strayed down to her furry mound. I don't think she loved it at first but as she became more relaxed she started to move, moan and whimper. She came with a muffled scream when I dump a load in her precious rear. Three months later we moved; mom had married the new guy and we were moving half way across the country. There I was at fourteen, head over heals in love with a woman of twenty-four, getting wonderfully fucked every night of the week. Damn... why do all the really great ones have to come along at the wrong time on life or be so much older as to make anything serious impossible? Carol was sweet and special; I'll always remember her and have a special place in my heart for her. We didn't stay long at the next venue; my new stepfather quit his corporate job within six months of the move. I didn't get any pussy and ass during that brief stay but I succeeded in getting my hands in a couple of little girl's panties at and on more than one occasion got a little girl to stroke my cock but only once did I cum... and then there was that one pathetic blowjob. Lots of jerk off time. No more butt sex, regular BJs or fucking for over six months until we moved to a place near where we would live until I graduated from high school. We were renting a house in a small town for a few months while my folks hunted for a permanent home. My parents often left me alone for the day as they looked at homes, farms or business's to acquire. A delightfully trashy little thirteen year old with a ponytail and a wiggle to her walk walked across the vacant lot between her house and mine within twenty-four hours of our moving into the rental. Sheila, I was to learn, had been being boned up the ass by her older brother for at least a year; he had recently been drafted and left home for basic training. She came up to my room on the auspices of helping me get moved in. We took a break and lay on the bed. Her hand was on my ass and cock in less than sixty seconds. She was thrilled to discover that I was not completely inexperienced. Over the three months that we lived in the rental Sheila and I enjoyed some form of sexual activity every day. There was a small storage building on the property that the landlord said I could use part of as a clubhouse. My stepfather had stored some extra furniture back there including a couple of mattresses and box springs. My parents respected my "secret club house" and Sheila's weren't much on parental supervision. Occasionally we would go down to the Texaco station and buy two for a quarter rubbers and actually fuck. After the first time the rubber broke and scared the shit out of us we went back to a steady diet of oral and anal. Sheila loved it in the butt and sucked cock like a pro... just the way her brother had taught her. She loved to have her furry little muff eaten and further advanced my own oral technique. I was more than a little tearful when we moved a few months later and sadly, I never got a chance to enjoy Sheila's treasures again. Fourteen going on fifteen, new school, new home, and a perpetually stiff dick. I beat off constantly if not in my bedroom in one of the many out buildings or the woods surrounding our new farm. My mother and stepfather weren't particularly attentive. I never gave them any trouble and during weekends and summers I disappeared early and came back late. There were farm kids just like me who ventured out right after breakfast with ice skates or fishing poles depending on the season. I often hung out with the kids on one of the adjoining farms, spent the day at a local swimming hole, hiked with our dogs or whatever. As neighbors came by to meet the new folks, I met several girls my own age or slightly older. My two favorites were tomboys who loved to climb trees and do boy things. It was the older of the two, Linda, who purposely showed me her tiny little breasts one day at the local swimming hole as her tongue soon found its way into my mouth. Linda stayed with her grandparents much of the summer and often stayed for weekends during the school year. She was a couple of years older than most of us and had a regular on again off again boy friend in town where she lived who was several years older than she was. She often flirted with me and found reasons to rub up against me or "accidentally" touch my cock. I quickly learned that she was as perpetually horny as I was. When she was staying with her grandparents I couldn't wait to get out of the house in the morning and peddle the mile and a half to the swimming hole near her grandparent's house. At fifteen going on sixteen Linda had already become a consummate cocksucker thanks to her older boy friend. She blew me the first time on the smooth rocks overlooking the swimming hole early one morning before the other kids showed up. Her boyfriend should have thanked me; I was the first boy to expand her horizons and shove a stiff one up her skinny little ass. She was amazing; she never complained about discomfort and always grunted, moaned and cooed appreciatively. I dumped a fresh load of cum inside he hot young rectum an average of twice a day every day that first summer on the farm. It was just fucking; it wasn't anywhere near what it had been like with Carol Houston. Then again, I'm not complaining; it sure as hell beat jerking off. Linda was terrified of getting pregnant, as were most girls of the time who had a lick of sense. Having absolutely no ready source of rubbers the only time she ever let me fuck her pussy was when she was on the rag. It kind of grossed me out the first time but as time went on I grew to enjoy the utter nastiness of banging her bloody little twat. I discovered as I grew older that girls and women could be incredibly horny during their period and few boys would fuck them during that relatively safe period. Throughout high school I discovered a number of girls who weren't into it at first but really got off on it once I got my stiff cock inside them. I fucked a bunch of girls during the special time of the month who were going steady with guys whom they would ultimately marry. Hell, once the word got around that I'd do 'em on the rag the horny little bitches were almost lining up during their period when their boyfriends wouldn't touch their pussies. A month into that first summer I found out that my stepfather who had four married sisters came with an assortment of cousins; all but one where girls and pretty cute ones at that. I also discovered in short order that the old man had a huge horse cock which is probably one of the reasons my mother married him. There weren't many opportunities for him to get a little strange in that sparsely located locale. I sensed that he was balling dear old mom two or three times a day based on the sounds emanating from their locked bedroom. Mom certainly didn't seem to be complaining; she became far mellower over the years. There was a ceiling light fixture in their bedroom that had evidently been added by the previous owners after the fact. To my delight I discovered one day that to install the fixture they had removed a couple of floorboards in the upstairs guest room and essentially installed a six-inch removable panel. There was a small gap where the fixture was mounted to the ceiling. If I pressed my face against the hole in the floor above I could occasionally get a pretty good view of them fucking. Mom was only in her late thirties at the time and was still a pretty damn hot woman. I sensed that my step dad had dramatically expanded her sexual horizons. There activities became pretty predictable; she'd suck him off and evidently mom was one damn fine cocksucker. He'd reciprocate, then they'd fuck, usually with her long legs pressed up against her ample tits. He'd fuck her long and hard like he was doing a fine two hundred dollar whore. She'd get up on her knees while he went over to his desk for the eve present tube of K-Y, squirt a glob of it up her fine, milky white rear, slather a little more on his massive organ and butt fuck her with few preliminaries. She never remotely seemed to be unhappy about it. I decided that I wanted to fuck mom but there was little chance of that happening as long as he was servicing her so well. Mom was often less than discreet and I got lots of looks at her bushy blond muff. My cock was growing but it was unlikely to satisfy a woman who had born three children and was being regularly serviced by a man with a fucking monster dick. Two sessions a day didn't seem to be meeting his needs; I learned that the first time one of his sisters and her husband visited. My mom and her new brother in law got stinking drunk on homemade wine soon after dinner and retired to their respective bedrooms early. My step dad started kissing his sister and there was nothing platonic about it. She didn't look remotely like my mom; she had a slender body and cat like moves. She was several years younger than my own mother and quite pretty with an exotic look which spoke of Middle Eastern heritage. It occurred to me that her mother might just have been as big a slut as she was. In short order they went out the door and headed for the hay barn. I snuck out in the dark and followed them. There was just enough moon light filtering into the barn for me to get a good show. While dear old mom grunted a lot she didn't say much when she was getting fucked; my new aunt was a regular chatterbox. "I've really missed your big cock, Hal!" "Shut up and get on your knees your nasty little bitch. That's right... you know what your brother needs." And with that he proceeded to fuck her mouth none to gently. She gagged, choked and sputtered but seemed to be into it every bit as much as Hal was. He dumped a load on her tonsils, spun around and lowered his ass to her mouth and she gave him the old trombone treatment, cooing and whimpering throughout. What really blew my mind was when he turned around and I thought he was going to jerk on her face. Instead he pissed all over her upper body and she willingly opened her mouth and took a major part of it in her throat. I was even more shocked when she stood up, pushed him down, squatted over his face and let loose with her own stream. A decidedly brutal ass fuck followed during which Hal reddened his sister's globes to perfection. As nasty and brutal as it had been they ended up snuggling together in the soft hay like real lovers. I was shocked when they started talking about me. "So, Hal, what's your new step son like?" "He's a good kid and not a speck of trouble. He's been through some tough shit with his father dying suddenly and all but he does well in school and helps out around here without being told to." "Is he cherry?" "Oh hell no, Vivian! Hell he's boning the skinny little slut that stays at the adjoining farm at least once a day. He knows a hell of a lot more about sex than you and I did at his age. I'm positive that she's not his first." "Aren't you worried about him knocking her up?" "She's pretty savvy too; I followed him one day down to the old swimming hole. The little bitch was sucking him off the second he got there; then he boned her up the ass and she squealed like a stuck pig, but she was loving it. I left several pretty explicit books on sex where he could find them, he's smart as a whip, and I detected that he had given them a thorough study. He's also fucking her when she's on the rag... I'm sure of that. He's only thirteen but he's got a pretty big cock, not as big as mine, but every bit as big as mine was when I was his age. I'm positive she's not his first; someday we'll have to engage in that little chat and I'll find out when he started." "Can I have him?" "Why not Viv? You always did have a weakness for the young ones, younger than him by a long shot, you damn pervert! I don't think I'd let you if he was truly innocent and a virgin but he's not. Give him a taste of that tight little cunt of yours and you'll have a new friend!" "When?" "Tomorrow morning; I'll suggest that Jamie give you a walking tour of the farm which can take several hours. There are dozens of suitable places and his mother isn't into exploring the great outdoors. We better get back to the house." I was going to get laid by a very attractive adult woman the next day and my new stepfather was okay with it. Virtually my first non-menstrual pussy fuck. Life was very good. Aunt Viv started paying special attention to me before breakfast. I wasn't sure how to play it so I tried to just act normal. As we were moving plates from the kitchen to the dining room she made a point of rubbing her tight body against mine on more than one occasion. At one point I put my hands on her slim hips to indicate where she was supposed to sit. She was wearing the tightest pair of stretch jeans I had ever seen on a real live woman; her slit was clearly outlined by the fabric. "Jamie, you know every inch of the property. I'd appreciate it if you'd give aunt Vivian a tour this morning." "Yes sir... Hal." He and I had quickly determined that dad or daddy just didn't work. "I'd be happy too!" "Roger needs to pick up some things in town so your mom and I are going to drive him in and give him a little sightseeing tour. We won't be back until after lunch." "I've spent enough time in a car in the last week. You folks have fun. I'm a nature girl at heart." Viv intoned. Half an hour later we set off on foot just as the rest of the group dove off. I really wasn't sure how to play it; I didn't want to make the first move assuming from what I had head the night before that she had some sort of fetish when it came to seducing young boys. I did know exactly where I wanted it to happen. We owned over a hundred acres of old growth forest which over-looked the farmland. The trees were tall enough and of the right mix of hard and softwood that the forest floor was devoid of undergrowth within a hundred meters of the edge. As part of some bonding experience I assumed, Hal and I had built a small campsite near a crystal clear spring fed creek that ran through the woods. Over several days we had temporarily diverted the small creek and dug out a swimming hole; the layer of lime stone about four feet down had stopped our digging but also ensured that the pool stayed clear. We had constructed a small raised deck out of old lumber from a silo that had come down in a storm. We'd also built a covered, open lean-to in case it rained. It's was a beautifully pristine and quiet locale. In the quiet woods on the raised deck one could hear deer, or people, approaching from some distance. I had boned Linda's tight little ass there on more than one occasion. Although my mother wasn't into nature, I had definitely seen the signs of her and Hal getting it on up there. We'd built a small locker to store blankets and towels. Aunt Viv was an athletic woman who had obviously hiked in rugged terrain before so I didn't buy the number of times she grabbed me for support or "stumbled" into my body. We arrived at the campsite in about twenty minutes. We had cleaned out one of the many springs in the area so there was always a source of fresh, ice cold, pure water to drink. The pool was cold but not uncomfortably so and the hole we had dug gave it some time to warm slightly. "Can we go swimming in there, Jamie?" "Sure, Aunt Viv. Hal and I cleared a few branches from the overhead trees to allow a little sun in." "I don't have a suit, Jamie; would you be embarrassed if we went... skinny dipping?" "Not if you aren't." I said, still trying to at normal. "You first, Jamie." Thinking back, I had only seen one other hard cock in my life, my stepfather's and it was huge. Linda had never talked about her boy friend or his cock. I was shy of fourteen and assumed I had an average thirteen-year-old cock. I was to discover that day that I was well endowed at least in comparison to Viv's husband. My cock was semi erect when I skinned out of my shorts. I helped out with a lot of the physical work on the farm and had a decent body. I was disconcerted at first when Aunt Viv just stared at my dick since I didn't know why. She recovered quickly and was naked in a flash. I couldn't help staring at her little slot. It was completely hairless with just a little accent patch of jet black, cropped hair a couple of inches long above her clit. We were in the cool water in a flash. "This is colder than I expected, Jamie! I'm getting goose bumps!" My organ deflated slightly from the cold water but not only was I used to it but I had visions of boning Linda's sweet little rump here only a few days earlier. She loved to do it in the water. Lacking easy access to a more suitable lube we used Vaseline which is the perfect lube for underwater butt fucking; I knew there was a jar in the locker with the towels and blankets. Vivian quickly moved to me in the small pool and put her arms around me. "Warm me up, Jamie... I'm so cold." Her face was two inches in front of mine. I put my arms around her, found the tight crease of her ass, rubbed her slender neck at the hairline and we kissed. Her fingers were probing my ass in seconds and her other hand found my cock without a map. I could feel her hard little nipples pressing into my chest. Her hand on my cock was soon replaced by her bald little cunt pushing itself urgently into my groin. "Let's go dry off and get warm on the deck, Jamie." We dried each other off paying special attention to every nook and cranny. We stored enough old blankets and quilts to make a very comfortable place to sleep... or fuck. "Are you a virgin, Jamie?" "No, Aunt Viv." She knew I wasn't; it was part of he game I suppose. "Are you disappointed?" I asked, innocently. "No, certainly not, honey. I'm going to tell you a little secret; I like boys... young boys... even younger than you and I do very much enjoy introducing them to a woman's charms. You are the first boy I've ever... been with... who wasn't a virgin but I'm very excited. I had no idea you had such a nice cock... my, my. It's much bigger than I expected... certainly bigger than your uncle's. I'm doing too much talking! Why don't you tell me about your experiences... what you've done... enjoyed?" I gave her a brief overview starting with my first non- ejaculation ass fuck cum at eight. She was enthralled. My tale of juvenile debauchery seemed to excite her immensely. Her little slot was glistening. "I am the first adult woman you been with?" "No." I told her about Carol. "Jamie, I can't get pregnant... your new uncle and I can't have children although we've tried. Don't know what the problem is but after ten years with no babies something just doesn't seem to work right so... you can do me in the ass... I really enjoy it that way... we have lots of time but I'd really like to start with..." "Can I eat you first?" "Oh, my, how lucky does a girl get? Sure honey, but I'd really like to do the same to you first... ah... how long does it take you to, ah you know, get hard again after you cum?" "I don't really get soft after a blowjob; after that, hell, I'm young... ten minutes... maybe less." "Jamie, you knew damned well what was going to happen here, didn't you?" She said with a grin. "Yes, ma'am. You were sending all the signs at breakfast and... " "And you spied on you stepfather and I last night in the barn, didn't you?" Oops! "Yes... how did you know?" "You didn't get all the hay out of your hair. I noticed when we passed on the way to the bathroom last night and just took a guess. Does it bother you?" "He seems to be keeping mom thoroughly satisfied; she's far more mellow, and much easier to live with, than she was before he came along. It's not really any of my business is it? I am curious though... when did it start?" I suppose we're letting it all hang out so what is the harm? Hal is ten years older than I am. He is the oldest, I'm the youngest. When he came back from the war; I was twelve he was twenty-two. I had long since found out that he and our sisters had been doing it for years. I had a real crush on my older brother. I seduced him one morning in the shower. I've always had a full mouth; I climbed in the shower with him and sucked him off before he knew what was happening. That was as far as it went for a while. He moved out to seek his fortune. A few months later he took my anal cherry one morning in the shower when he was visiting. We really got into the water thing... pissing... and what not." "I think you were very lucky; I wish I had a sister." "You'd fuck her wouldn't you Jamie... put your cock in her little mouth... her tight little ass?" Viv was now getting very excited. She pushed me on to my back and engulfed my prick in a single gulp. There was an almost innocent abandon to the way Carol Houston had sucked cock. Aunt Viv was another matter all together. I'm sure Aunt Viv is still the best damn cocksucker in North America. Anyway, back to the moment. I had developed a certain level of staying power, not that it's that important when you're young and can get it up over and over, during my time with Carol. Aunt Viv had me dumping my nuts in a matter of seconds and she sucked cum as if it was Beluga Caviar. I went down on her with no coaxing; she had the sweetest little cunt. The lack of hair was such a turn on. With her thin labia it was like eating a little girl, something I had a bit of experience with. I wasn't an amateur at giving head but in that five days she was with us she gave me an advanced degree in muff diving. Today if anyone found out about it we'd both be locked up. Back then it was just... sex. A while later when she got up on her knees and I slipped it into her box, I discovered why she and my stepfather had passed on this channel the night before. She had just about the tightest cunt my almost fourteen-year-old cock had very penetrated and she worked it like a pro. Hal's horse cock would have split her in half. Mine was still bigger than her husband's and seemed to be filling her to her complete satisfaction. Viv was the first woman or girl I'd ever been with who squirted when she came; she let go a gusher which she must have saved up since breakfast. Later I learned that she preferred fucking with a full bladder and then when she came she squirted. I came with a howl; leaving her tight little hole I sat back on my haunches. She rolled over and grinned. "You saw us last night Jamie. You know what I need now. Piss on my... my cunt... my tits... my face." I was an obedient thirteen year old. From that day forward I never lost interest in water sports. Viv and I fucked three more times at other locations on the farm before returning to the house shortly before the others returned. I took her tight little ass knee deep in another larger creek on the property. That evening my stepfather and I chatted on the way back from the barn after attending to some chores. "Did you and Aunt Viv have fun today?" I thought about a bullshit answer. "Hal, look, I know we don't have a typical father-son relationship and I appreciate the fact that you never tried to, 'be my father'. You've really treated me decently, better than that. We've been straight with each other. You never treat me like a little kid or make me feel like I'm in the way." "You're a great kid, Jamie. If I'd had a son I'd have been proud to have him turn out like you. I wasn't real comfortable marrying a woman with a son but you've made it very easy. I enjoy your company; it's easy to forget that you are only thirteen. I've tried to be your friend; you're pretty low maintenance, hell you're more than that. I like you and hope that I can be someone you look up to." "Thank you. That means a lot. Can we make a pact? Always be honest with each other and whatever passes between us does not go anywhere else, certainly not to my mom?" "Sure. You've got it." "Okay. Good. Then you know damn well that your sister fucked me silly the whole time you guys were gone. And I know you boned her up the ass last night in the barn and you guys have been getting it on for over twenty years. Hell I know you and mom fuck like bunnies and it's had a wonderful effect on her humor, so don't stop. I'm sure as hell not going to tell her anything and I'm trusting that you aren't either. Are we okay?" Hal laughed so hard I thought he was going to bust a gut. "Look, let's take a walk. Vivian's taking a nap; you tired her out. Your mom and my brother in law are hitting the sauce so, while I know you're boning that skinny little wench Linda up the shitter every day, why don't we trade sexual histories." I told him everything; he told me everything. It was ironic how similar our earliest sexual experiences had been. Having four sisters, Hal had gotten a hell of a lot more pussy and ass by the time he was fourteen than I had. He was my new idol. "You're damn smart to stick to their asses, kid. It keeps pregnancy off the table. Then again, as you've discovered nothing come close to pussy. Look, there are condoms in my middle desk drawer; you're free to use them, but be careful! These are the good ones, not the crappy ones from the gas station but they still can break. Don't use Vaseline with 'em, they will break. If you fuck 'em on the rag, don't do it toward the end of the week. "Even with a rubber, pull out before you cum, and for God's sake make sure you don't leave the rubber in there! If you're getting something regular put on your calendar when they're bleeding. If they're regular, and most of the young ones aren't, there are a couple of pretty safe weeks or so the Catholics say. Now, one last thought as we go back inside." "Who's fucking Vivian tonight?" I inquired. Hal laughed again. "You are scary! No, actually, I'm expecting to find your mom and my brother in law passed out. We'll have to put both of them to bed. I know both of them well enough to know they'll be out until morning. Viv should be well rested by now. Why don't the three of us sashay out to the barn; well both fuck her. I think she'd enjoy that." Hal had been correct. Mom and Val's husband were passed out. "Jamie, you take care of your mom; you're strong enough to carry her to bed. Don't leave her in her clothes, just get her undressed and tuck her in. I'll handle this lard ass." I carried mom to bed while Hall hauled our male houseguest upstairs. I assumed he was also talking to Viv and getting her primed for the main event. I would hear his footfall on the steps well before he got back to the down stairs bedroom. Mom had a full figure but certainly wasn't fat. She had amazing tits and a soft blond muff. She looked so pretty lying there. What the fuck. I sucked on her titties; they got hard and she moaned. My hand went to her cunt; she was wet. I moved down to taste her musky quim. I found her clit and her hips started to move. Wetting a finger, I shoved it up her ass. Just as I heard Hal's step moving toward the top of the stairs, she came. Oh yes! I just ate my own mother and made her cum while I finger fucked her ass. What a fucking' pervert. Hal, aunt Viv and I headed for the barn for a night of debauchery that lasted damn near to dawn. I'd never shared a woman with another man before but it wasn't as weird as I thought it would be. It's hard to decide which episode was the best but the pure three-way action was sublime. With Viv's tight hard body on top of me and my cock buried in her vice-like snatch, Hal boned her rear hard from behind. She and I didn't really have to do much work; Hal was moving her hips more than enough each time he slammed into her to get me off. Over the next few days they stayed with us, Hal and I took turns boning Viv at every opportunity. Linda and my mom got neglected during those five days. The real surprise came three months later when Aunt Viv called her dear brother Hal to tell her how thrilled she was that she was finally pregnant. She was tickled and she knew damn well whose kid it was; Hal had not fucked her pussy, her husband hadn't cum inside her pussy during their stay and the dates were right on. I'd knocked her up and was damn proud of it. The first new cousin came to visit and stayed for a month. She was nineteen and in college. She was a little overweight, dowdy, wore horn rimmed glasses and frumpy clothes. She seemed painfully shy. She had come to stay for a month before her sophomore year. "Have you ever done her Hal?" I asked, nonchalantly. "No, she's not really my type and I stay clear of the young stuff. Her mom's one fine little fuck, though! I've never seen a hint of sexuality in her. Still, she's a sweet kid. I told her you'd work with her, you know, running, working out and such, to help her lose a few pounds and get somebody tone. Tell you what, son, you get in Nancy pants and I'll buy you that new radio you want, deal?" "You bet." Nancy's bedroom was upstairs with me; we shared a bathroom and I actually had to walk through where she slept to get to the bathroom. I was tall for my age, certainly a couple of inches taller than she was. I had a sense that no guy had ever paid much attention to her and certainly no one had ever tried to get in her panties. A week after my fourteenth birthday I accepted the challenge. The first day we were to go out for a hike, she needed to walk before she could run, she had all the wrong clothes. At least she had brought a decent pair of hiking shoes. "It's very hot here in August; you'll die in those clothes. Let me see if we can find you something more appropriate." I found her a pair of light running shorts that I thought would fit her and an old tee shirt that no longer fit me. I waited for her to change. She waited for me to leave. "Nancy, you are wearing a bra and panties, aren't you?" She nodded coyly. "Then hurry up and change! You'll certainly show less skin than most of the girls I go swimming with so don't be embarrassed." She acquiesced reluctantly. She had a little too much baby fat at the waist but a damn fine, full rump. To my surprise she also had a decent set up very firm tits. "Nancy, you don't really need the bra for support and you'll be more comfortable without it." She hesitated again. "Here, let me help." I said, unfastening the clasp through her tee shirt. "Just pull it off under your shirt." She obeyed. Oh, yes very nice tits... hard little nipples. "Okay!" I said. "Sit down in this chair and let me tie your hair up; it's hanging in your face and it's going to get hot and sweaty." I banded her hair in a high ponytail, taking my time sweeping the hair off her neck touching her neck and ears softly. Looking over her shoulder I could see her nipples harden. She crossed and uncrossed her legs. I walked around in front of her and squatted down to examine my handiwork. "Nancy, what do I know about women and their hair but you have a very pretty face and your current style hides it. You should wear it off your face, or have my mom cut it for you. Okay, let's get those hiking shoes back on." I was positive that I detected a minuscule wet spot in her crotch as I slowly massaged her feet and put her shoes on. Her breathing was slightly erratic. I caught her glancing at my package more than once. We set out to climb the small mountain which punctuated our farm. We chatted comfortably as we walked toward the base; I asked her a lot of question about herself. Somehow away from adults and critical peers she started to open up with the cute non-threatening kid five years her junior who seemed far more confident and worldly than she was. "Do you have a boy friend Nancy?" She lowered her eyes and shook her head. I stopped walking and turned toward her. I raised her chin with my hand and forced her to make eye contact. "I can't believe it! You are a pretty girl, Nancy. You're far from fat; you need to get somebody tone but if you are willing to work hard we can take care of that over the next month. Let me guess." I said, placing both hands just above her waist and running them softly over her love handles. "This makes you self conscious. Relax! It's baby fat and I doubt that you've reached your full height. It any event with the right diet, and mom's an expert on that count, and exercise, those will be gone in a month. You've got nice legs, good skin, decent, ah, bust line and in my opinion a sweet butt." She looked shocked; she frowned. "You... think... I'm pretty?" "No question about it Nancy. Look we'll make great progress, I know we will. But you need to do me one big favor." "What?" She seemed almost alarmed. "Smile." "Pardon me?" "You need to smile more! It lights up your whole face, shows off these cute dimples." I said touching her face. She smiled; I hadn't been fibbing, she was indeed a pretty girl. We walked in silence for a few minutes. As we got to the base of the hill I ushered her in front of me up the narrow trail through the tall grass. As the hill got steeper the motion of her young hips and jiggle of her pillowing buttocks became quite alluring. She was giving it her all but at the point where the woods began there was a cool spring and she definitely needed a break. I showed her how to bend down and cup her hand under the ice-cold flow. She looked back and smiled after the first sip and returned to her efforts. Her posture pulled up the overly short tee and slightly pulled down the old shorts I had given her. Her ass crack was clearly displayed and my cock was alarmingly hard. "We'll take a break. Sit down on this rock and let me check your feet." "What?" "I want to be sure you're not starting to get any blisters." I removed her shoes and socks and massaged her feet. "You have beautiful feet, Nancy and fortunately no sign of blisters." I took my time massaging her feet. "Let's leave them off for a few minutes to dry." As I massaged her feet I could easily see a wisp of cunt hair peaking out under her panties through the loose-legged shorts. She could not have missed my boner. If there had been any doubt I stood up and my hard cock was less than a foot from her mouth. I sat down beside her. "Do you have a girl friend, Jamie? I don't mean to pry. I forget that you are only fourteen; you don't act it or look it." "I guess I grew up fast. My brothers are both a dozen years or more older than I am and I hung out with them a lot when I was little. I was hardly over protected and when my dad got killed it was a harsh dose of reality. My mother has never treated me like a little kid, nor does Hal. In answer to your question, Nancy, there are a couple of girls I hang out with... do things with... but not really a girl friend. "One girl friend? Seems kind of... restrictive? I don't know if I'm a typical fourteen year old, Nancy. I love girls, women. I love everything about them and I can't imagine having just one in my life; I sort of doubt that I'll ever get married but who knows." "I'm in a sorority. I thought it would help me to be... more popular? Outgoing? Confident? Most of my sisters have a regular steady." "Nancy you've opened up more since we left the house than you have since you got here. You certainly don't seem uncomfortable or lacking in confidence." "You're really easy to talk to, Jamie, I don't feel threatened... insecure." "Could it be because you don't sense any risk of rejection... failure? I mean I'm just a kid who you never would have met if my mom hadn't married your uncle. I'm not some, 'big man on campus' who might hurt you... laugh at you... talk about you to his friends?" "Yes. I guess. And then there's the whole sex thing." Nancy put her hand over her mouth as if ashamed that she had broached a taboo subject. "Are you a virgin, Nancy?" "Yes." "Are you happy about that fact?" "A year ago I would have said yes... proud. Now I feel like an idiot. I mean everyone at college is doing it and seemingly enjoying it. I mean, I'm not ignorant... I've read about it... seen movies... but... " "You're afraid you won't be, 'good in bed' and 'he' will not want to go out with you again or worse, tell other people?" "Maybe." "Which is why you dress frumpy? Is it why you wear ugly glasses with almost no correction in them? It's as if you are saying, 'I'm not very interesting' so don't even try. I'm not trying to be harsh or mean, here, Nancy. I like you and I'm not trying to judge you. I've seen pictures of your mom... she's a knockout. You have good features, and you hide the best ones." "What do you mean?" "You have a pretty face... very pretty eyes, you hide it with your hair. You have, trust me, no fourteen year old ever misses this one, very nice tits, and you hide them in bulky layers of clothing. You've got good, long legs and you wear long skirts and pants outfits. And then there is your rear, even without a little toning, face it Nancy, you've got a butt that men would turn and follow with their eyes, if they could see it." "My ass is too fat." Again, the mouth covered with the hand. "Nancy I spent the last hour watching your ass walk up the hill in front of me and trust me, your rump is not remotely unpleasant to look at." "You are a virgin, aren't you Jamie?" "No." "No? How much, 'not a virgin' are you?" "Not remotely in any respect... and it's been that way for more time than I'm comfortable admitting." "Oh my!" "Since we're letting it all hang out, how much of a virgin are you, Nancy?" "Pretty much completely and totally; I've never gotten past heavy petting... hands through clothing, tongues... but..." "Touched a boy's dick... given a hand job?" "No." "Had a boy touch your... pussy." "Nope." "You're terrified of getting pregnant, aren't you?" "Absolutely panic stricken." "You're afraid if you seem to know too much people will think you are a slut?" "Less that than just the fear of being clumsy and stupid... saying or doing something dumb." "According to Newsweek, there is a pill that prevents pregnancy now." "I know; I started taking them a few months ago, in spite of the fact that I had no prospects of sex on the horizon. My parents don't know; I got them at student health. I think they've made be fat and I guess I'm not sure I believe they work." "Diaphragm, spermicidal foam, condoms..." I'm so afraid, clinical terrified, of getting pregnant I'd probably want to use all of it, if I ever was about to get laid." "There are other ways..." "The rhythm method? Oh please. My period is too irregular or at least it was before I started on the pill." "That's not exactly what I was thinking. I was referring to other ways of 'doing it'. Oral... anal." "I'm terrified that if I ever had a boy's cock in my mouth and he came... I'd choke, gag, hurt him with my teeth, throw up and ruin everything. Anal? I know some of my sorority sisters do it that way... a couple say they even like it. I have trouble getting a couple of fingers in my butt even though I like the way it feels... let alone a penis." "So you've thought about it?" "Oh sure, and I've never told anyone that before. Have you... done it that way?" "The first time and many times since. Rubbers scare me to death. There are lots of terribly cute and relatively poor little girls living in these parts that would like nothing better than an early marriage. Anal sex is a more common form of 'teen age birth control' than most people realize. I've also done it when a girl is having her period... a little messy but early in the week totally safe. Hell none of it is absolutely safe if you believe the adults. Nancy, sex is like drugs; once you do it, and enjoy it, there is no turning back." "Do you... jerk off... masturbate?" "Oh hell yes! Don't you?" "I didn't until I got to college... now I seem to be doing it almost constantly." "No chance of pregnancy there." They both laughed. "Let's get your shoes back on and get to the top; there's a special place I want you to see." Before we started hiking again, I kissed her softly on the lips without probing. Her lips were so soft and sweet. "This is a steep climb; let's try to get to the top without stopping. Thank you." "Pardon me?" "Thank you for not slapping me when I kissed you; I couldn't help myself... I just felt very close to you at that moment... and I needed to kiss you." "I liked it, Jamie... you are a good kisser... not that I have a huge amount of reference material." By the time we got to the top, Nancy was huffing pretty hard. I convinced her to walk a little farther across the top of the ridgeline until we got to the campsite Hal and I had constructed. Her shorts and tee were plastered against her skin. She gulped down the icy cold water, and then plopped on her back on the deck. "You're overheated, Nancy; I'm afraid I pushed you a little too hard. You need to get in the water and cool off." "I don't have a suit... not even a bra." "You can jump in with your clothes on, or just your undies or nothing at all. I hate hiking with wet clothes or underwear. I'm hot; I'm going in, naked. If it makes you uncomfortable turn away until I'm in the water." I was stripped and up to my chest in the cold water in seconds. Nancy at first turned her head but turned back just as my semi-erect cock sprang free and she couldn't stop staring at it. I figured she might get in with her clothes on; I was surprised when she stripped and slipped in the water without a stitch. "This feels so amazing; I feel so naughty." We splashed around for a few minutes; I got out first, sitting on a rock dangling my feet in the water. Nancy couldn't stop staring at my cock. "Have you ever seen one before, close up, in daylight, Nancy?" "What? No... no... never." "It won't bite, Nancy; come over here and check it out." She moved close, still staring, finally extending a tentative hand and touching my cock which jumped at her touch. "You're getting goose bumps; climb out; we can sit on the deck and dry off." Nancy was one of those young women who looked very nice in the buff even with a few extra pounds in a Rubenesque way. Her confidence was growing slowly. She'd never shown her body to another male before; she tried in vain to hide her treasures. "Nancy!" I said, as I grabbed some towels from the locker; she stopped in mid stride. "There is no one who can see you... except me. There is no way to sneak up on this place; I would hear anyone coming fifteen minutes away. Don't be so modest; you are very pretty in the nude... let me see you. Nothing is going to happen here unless you want it to, you are in control. Just relax." She stood still and dropped her hands. She stood up straight, even posing. She giggled. She moved toward where I was sitting. I dried off her back with a towel and kissed her neck. She shivered, turned and kissed me on the mouth. Her hand found my cock. I stopped it before it got interesting. She looked hurt as if she had done something wrong. "You didn't do anything wrong, Nancy. This is the way it always begins I believe and all too often ends up being clumsy and awkward. We have lots of time. Let's get to know each other's bodies a little bit. You first. You can touch my cock, just be gentle. Squeezing my balls is definitely off limits! Don't be shy and don't be nervous. I'm not going to laugh at you; I'm not going to tell anyone what we do, nor are you. Ask me any questions you want... nothing is off limits." My cock quickly responded to her soft touch; she giggled. "Show me how you do it to yourself... jerk off I mean." I demonstrated sans lubricant; she was enthralled. "Is that a typical... stroke?" "I don't know; it's not something boys talk about but if you contemplate giving a guy a hand job and you begin by asking him how he likes it when he does it himself he is liable to propose to you on the spot. And if he doesn't ask you to show him what you enjoy, then find another guy." "You want me to... " "Please, if you don't mind." Nancy was an outie girl, working her folds and button with her long fingers rather than thrusting inside. "You're showing me Nancy... but you're not really... doing it to yourself." "I don't know if I can with you watching me." "How can I help?" "Kiss me... touch my breasts... my ears." In under a minute Nancy was on the verge if her breathing was any indication. "Stop!" "What? I'm so close... I need to..." "Let me make you cum." I said as my mouth moved down her body, my hand slipped under her full rear and my lips and tongue teased her engorged folds. She gasped; she whimpered and moaned. By the time my stiff tongue worked its way around her hard little nub she came with a scream. I kept working; she came again, bathing my mouth with her salty essence. I moved up and held her tightly, kissing her face... finding her mouth... probing inside. She shuddered. "Oh my God!" She gasped. "Wow!" I said in response. "You enjoyed doing that to me? I guess I thought guys just did it because it was... expected." "I'd have to say that going down on a girl is better than... sex? Well maybe not. Look, I like all the playing around... the closeness... intimacy... everything that leads up to the main event." "I want to make you... make you cum with my mouth... I'm just not sure..." "Nancy, we need rules. Have you ever seen a porn movie?" "Yes." "Forget everything you saw. Simple rules. Use your hands... stroking... touching his balls... watch the teeth... don't try to take the whole thing in your mouth. The head is all that matters, trust me. If you are afraid of gagging use your tongue to keep it from shooting to the back of your throat. Swallowing is fun but overrated. "A girl with a big grin on her face and cum dripping out of her mouth is very sexy. Feel what you are doing; you will not be surprised when I cum... you will know from my breathing... I'll get harder. Relax and keep your jaw loose. Concentrate on the sensation you are feeling. Enjoy what you are doing." It might not have been the best blowjob I'd ever had but it was a blue ribbon first effort. She anticipated perfectly, nodding and cooing as she felt me get close. She used her tongue and allowed most of it to run out the side of her mouth but swallowed once without choking. She looked very cute with my cum drizzling out of her mouth. I hugged her and to her surprise kissed her. When a girl sucks you off remotely well you need to pile on the praise and positive reinforcement. She was like a little girl with a new doll; she was very proud of herself. We lay together for several minutes. "We need to get moving, girl. We have some ground to cover before dusk." "But aren't we going to..." "Nancy, we have plenty of time. Our bedrooms are on opposite sides of the house from the parents and they are sound sleepers and wouldn't think of coming upstairs unannounced. Our beds are ten feet apart. As much as I would love to stay right here for the rest of the day and exploit your womanly treasures I have a responsibility to help you get in shape. Let's get moving." We got back to the homestead around four; to Nancy's consternation we went out to the barn and I introduced her to weight training; an hour later she was exhausted and she was sore. Just as we were finishing up Hal came out to tell me that he and mom were going to a friend's house to play bridge and would be late. There was a casserole in the fridge or we could grill some steaks. The freezer was always full of meat and the garden filled with fresh veggies. He checked out Nancy, nodded in approval and left. "Come on, Nance! Hal and I built a wooden hot tub out of silo boards heated off of an old wood stove. I'm going to stoke the stove; it'll take less than an hour to get hot and you will thank me tomorrow after a good soak. Afterwards I'll give you a nice massage." "And then?" Nancy inquired, openly flirtatiously as her soft lips found my own. "We'll think of something." I intoned, running my hand along her tight little cleft. Nancy loved the hot tub; we'd piped in an irrigation pump which provided a good whirlpool motion. The whole thing didn't consist of more than twenty bucks of new parts tied in with what always seems to be lying around an old farm. She and I kissed, necked and made out. I had her stand up and I ate her again until she came twice. I'd unleashed another monster. She wanted to fuck. "I need to work out your muscles. Then we need to pick some corn and grill some steaks." I had her lay out on a tall bench and gave her the best damn full body massage she had ever had paying special attention to that full rump which had caught my fancy. She was at the perfect height to suck my cock which she did more than willingly. This time she swallowed most of it, grinning with satisfaction at her accomplishment. We sat outside stark naked and gorged on prime corn fed beef and roasted sweet corn. It was a pleasantly warm evening. We ended up fucking on top of a picnic table well padded with old blankets. The first time was incredible; we made love. I wanted it to be special for her; it was very bit as special for me. Over the next month Nancy and I slept together every night; Hal knew, and bought me the short wave radio I had coveted. Mom never had a clue. There was nothing we didn't do sexually. Nancy was truly my first love, or maybe my second after Carol? By the time she left I was unquestionably in love with a girl five years my senior. At least I was getting closer to one my own age. By the time she left she had the makings of a body to die for; she kept up a strict physical fitness regimen over the years and became an absolute knockout. She was also absolutely phenomenal fuck; who ever finally won her heart would be one damn lucky guy. We stayed in touch for years... still do. I may have taught her a few things but she taught me every bit as much. She, like Carol, helped me see women in a different light; she brought out my tender side or at least refined it based on the influence Carol had already had. It took a few more years to evolve; at that age and time all I wanted to do was fuck. Linda started spending more time in town to be with her boy friend; my attention turned to the other tomboy neighbor during the following year. Patty had been a cute but bone skinny blonde when I first met her. I didn't see her the summer that Nancy came to visit. When school started in the fall I almost didn't recognize her; at fifteen she had blossomed into young womanhood, she got curves. Then again a lot of other girls were growing up and that school year was a target rich environment. I used to ride the school bus; Patty got on one stop after me, I was the last drop off and the first pickup. I paid attention to her on the bus; often we would sit together at least until more kids boarded and she wanted to be with her friends. I'd carried the lessons from my first physical experience at eight: treat girls right and there were huge potential rewards down the road. Patty's dad was roughly the same age as Hal; his first wife, Patty's mom, had died when she was the same age as I had been when my dad was killed. Her father, a wiry little man who owned a marginal farm adjoining us was a character and everyone loved him although he had never experienced much success in life. He had remarried, a sweet, big boned blonde with breeder hips named Donna, about a year before we had moved to the farm. Donna had been all of seventeen and was now nineteen with a new baby. I'd seen at least one of her luscious tits because she breasts fed openly and unashamedly. Donna wasn't fat but she was probably, "sturdy" with full breeder hips and an ample bust line. She had a sweet face, an enchanting smile and a pleasant disposition. Henri, Patty's dad, knew quite a bit about farming but never had the business acumen to really make a go of it. Hal hired him off and on to during planting and harvesting season; he was a hard worker and knew his stuff. Tragedy struck near the end of the school year in which Patty first got a set of tits and a nice ass. Henri was killed in an auto accident. It turned out that his small farm was mortgaged to the hilt, as was most of the decent equipment. The bank quickly foreclosed on everything. Donna would be out on her pretty butt with her baby; her parents had virtually disowned her when she had married a man old enough to be her father. Patty would in all likelihood become a ward of the court and go into foster care; no one adopts a fifteen-year-old girl unless they want to sexually abuse them. Hal stepped in. He and I had talked about their predicament and he did the right thing. He bought the farm from the bank and got a hell of a deal on it. He picked up the decent farm implements he had a need for. The farm had good bottomland which adjoined our property and a hundred acres of decent pasture which our expanding herd dearly needed. He made a deal with Donna. She could stay in the house rent-free but she had to keep Patty with her and look out for her. Donna was a farm girl who knew her way around a tractor, plow and combine. Hal would pay her a little in addition to giving her a roof over her head. In a couple of years Donna became our full time farm manager as Hal tired of the day-to-day grind. Child Services wasn't remotely the massive cluster fuck it is today; the county orphan agent accepted things, grateful that he didn't have another impossible situation to deal with. My mother virtually adopted Donna as the daughter she had never had. Ultimately Hal hired another foreclosed young farmer to run things and urged Donna to get a degree while he was going back to get his doctorate. Ultimately Hal gave up farming or at least any real involvement in the day-to-day operations. He had been a successful chemical engineer who burned out early but had left the corporate world with a good financial base. After he resumed his education he ended up developing several novel processes for manufacturing ultra-pure chemicals. He bought another neighboring farm and converted the spacious barn to a manufacturing facility. He hired dozens of local folks desperate for a few extra bucks to make ends meet and ultimately became a millionaire many times over. He was one of the most generous men I've ever known and became one of the most beloved people in the county. Donna had gotten on the pill soon after giving birth; while she and Henri had planned to have more children they were dirt poor and wanted to wait until things improved financially. Donna was very appreciative. She had graduated from high school having elected the home economics/agriculture option. She was not remotely stupid but neither worldly or academically inclined. Hal was a college grad with a Masters from a top school. He unleashed in Donna a thirst for knowledge that no one knew was there. A few years later she would attend the closest regional state college and end up teaching school. Fifteen years later when cancer took my mom in her early sixties Hal would end up marrying Donna and they stayed together until he died in his late eighties. I always wondered if my mother knew; Hal was a kind man, a great provider and a hell of a fine stepfather. He never hurt her and always treated her with respect. She made him laugh and he genuinely enjoyed her company. He kept her well fucked until the day she died. He also kept Donna well fucked on a daily basis for the fifteen years before he married her. If mom knew it never bothered her since Hal never neglected her in any way. A year or so later Patty would fall head over heels in love with another farmer's son a few miles away. They would end up getting married shortly after she graduated from high school; her husband ended up taking over the family farm and did quite well. They had three kids and are blissfully together to this day. In the late summer of the year in which Patty's dad died an event occurred which thrust Patty and me together and kept us together through the following school year until she fell in love. Patty was smart but not ever planning on attending college. She wanted to get married and have babies. She knew I was different and while we were close she knew at fifteen that her life would not be spent with Jamie. Still, she was terribly lonely and more than a little depressed having lost both of her parents over a period of a few years. She and Donna would come over for dinner; Patty and I would chat on the school bus. We'd flirt a little. During part of the summer Linda and her boy friend had broken up, they ultimately got married a few years later, and Linda spent over a month with her grand parents. The local doctor who took care of everyone for twenty miles around had started prescribing birth control pills for young girls with difficult or painful periods without necessarily telling them that the pills had another benefit. We weren't stupid; we read the labels and went to the library. Unwanted teen pregnancies dropped off dramatically over the ensuing years. Linda got the pills due to her irregular periods and painful cramps. Cut off from her boyfriend she was intensely horny. For almost six weeks I was fucking her morning noon and night. I still popped her in the ass when she was on the rag, or just wanted a butt fuck. We had an old grain storage building on the property which had no real function on our modern farm. It was an incredibly well constructed building with tongue and groove planking and a solid galvanized steel roof. "Hal, what do you plan to do with the granary?" I asked one day just as school was letting out. "I haven't thought about it but you seldom ask me a question like that unless you already have an answer in mind." "I was thinking we could skid it on Tom's low-boy and haul it up to just below the ridge line; make some kind of cottage out of it. Maybe rent it to student teachers during the school year or just keep it for when family comes to visit." "Well, there's fresh water up there and a sewage field would be no problem but no way the electric company would run a line up there without expecting us to pay an arm and a leg for it. Wood stove heat would be okay and the phone company under the law has a mandate so they'd probably run a line up there from the other side of the mountain. Wait a minute! Let's go in and take a gander at the plot; there used to be natural gas wells all over this part of the country but they ultimately became unprofitable as cheaper sources came along. I recall that there is a natural gas wells up there, capped off, but I've never really bothered to look for it." We ascertained the approximate location of the gas well on the property. A couple of days later we borrowed a metal detector from a local surveyor. We found the right spot after about half an hour, grabbed a couple of shovels and in another half an hour unearthed a rusted old gas valve. After cleaning off the mud-encrusted gage I was excited to see a indication of pressure. Hal wasn't sure that it wasn't just air but felt that there was a reasonable chance that there might still be enough gas to supply a small house particularly since the well had been unused for a couple of decades. We cleaned off the valve and saturated it with penetrating oil planning to come back the next day. There were lots of older men, retired from the railroad or whatever with excellent construction skills living around us who would be happy to do the work for a few bucks. If we could provide an energy source which could feed a generator and provide for light, heat and cooking, it just might happen. It turned out that a seventy-five year old neighbor was a retired gas field worker; he still had his tools and volunteered to come over and check out the well. He smacked the wheel on the old gas valve with a hammer a couple of times much to our horror and the damn thing turned as if it had never been frozen. Natural gas is odorless; the odor we associate with it is added by the gas company so that customers will know if there is a leak. The old gent adjusted the valve and flicked a welder's flint in front of it and a bright blue flame shot out a couple of feet. He shut it off and attached a pressure gage he had brought with them. "Shit Hal, the gas is fine and I'd wager there's enough in there to provide a home with all they'd need for the next hundred years. I've still got a bunch of old fittings out in my barn. If you want to put a house up here I'd be happy to help you get gas to it." We ended up moving that old building up to the hill; Hal let me spend a lot of time working on it under the careful tutelage of one of the several old men living nearby who had construction skills. By the first frost it was a right cozy little cottage. Most of the furniture and appliances came from local failed farm or, "grandpa died and the kids didn't want to be farmers" auctions for pennies on the dollar. It had fresh water, gas heat and stove, gaslights and electricity thanks to an Army Surplus generator converted to natural gas. Another war surplus purchase, a huge storage battery, would preclude having to run the generator constantly and would power radios and a TV for a number of hours. We only rented it out once for a few months to a newly graduated female teacher but that's another story. Hal knew exactly what I was thinking about. The cottage wasn't five hundred yards over the ridge from Donna's house and about the same in another direction to Linda's grandparents. I ended up virtually living up there the last two years of high school. We had an informal schedule which worked out real well. There was one time when he went up their expecting to find Donna and found Linda laid out naked on the bed. She had thought I would be there but I'd run up to the feed mill instead of Hal. Donna had left a note that she had gone into town for the day sitting on the kitchen counter. Linda had always thought Hal was pretty cute for an "old guy" and one thing led to another. I told him he owed me for that one. He and I did double team sweet Donna up there a couple of times with a little help from some Dandelion wine but she felt a little strange about it particularly since she knew by that time that I was poking her step daughter on a daily basis. Hal and I used to dream about what it would have been like to get both those horny women up there at the same time but we never could pull it off. Back to how Patty and I ended up together for almost a year. I was walking along the large creek which ran around two sides of our property intending to catch some fresh trout for dinner. I heard someone splashing around in a naturally formed swimming hole just ahead but not yet in sight. Hal and I used to hunt various game on the property and I had become pretty adept at stalking game quietly. Leaving my fishing pole where I knew I could find it, I worked my way around the sharp bend in the creek a few meters inside the tree line. There was someone swimming; I recognized her immediately. Just as I was about to expose my presence and yell out to her, Patty existed the water and climbed up on the smooth rocks. She was naked; she was beautiful. Her long legs joined at her full young hips perfectly framing her natural blonde muff. Her tits, unlike my mother's didn't have a hint of sag; they stood up proud and firm. She sat on the edge of the rocks with her legs dangling over the side and to my surprise and delight began to touch her perfect tits; one hand descended to her blonde vee and she began playing with herself. Unlike Nancy, Patty was an 'innie' girl. She quickly began fucking her perfect little slot with her slim fingers. She began to moan and writhe, bringing herself off in short order. She then recovered her clothes and left. The next day at exactly the same time the entire scene was repeated. The third day I arrived a few minutes earlier than I expected her to arrive. I heard her walking down the wooded path and began to splash noisily so that she would know someone was there. She crept up to observe me, thinking she was hidden at the edge of the woods. As soon as I was sure she was there, I exited the water and sat on the same rock she had. My cock was already stiff in anticipation. I made it more so my stroking it in a position that gave her a perfect view. I decided not to cum; I grabbed my clothes and headed back along the creek bed, doubling back to see if she would give me a repeat performance. She did. The next day, I got there before she did, stripped and got in the water and hid behind an outcropping of rocks. She arrived, stripped and jumped in, splashing around playfully. After a suitable interval, I made my presence known. "Patty! What are you doing here... I didn't know you liked to swim in this place." She looked shocked, even frightened at first. "Jamie... I... don't come any closer! I'm... not wearing a bathing suit." "Neither am I, Patty." I said, moving slowly toward her. "Nothing wrong with two buddies skinny dipping together... is there?" I was standing two feet it front of her; the swell of her perfect breasts ensured that my dick was rock hard in spite of the cool water. She stole a glance but it was doubtful that she could see anything. I put my hands on her perfectly tanned shoulders; she bit her lip and trembled. I pulled her toward me and kissed her. For a second she held her lips sealed shut but quickly relented. I pulled her body against mine; she could feel my big cock against her belly. "Jamie... we shouldn't..." "Why not Patty? We both like each other... we're both friends... no one can see us here. I know you saw me here yesterday... I saw you too..." "You saw me?" "Just like you saw me." "Jamie... I'm scared... I've never... I'm a virgin... I..." "Patty, I understand if you want to stay that way... but there are other things we can do for each other... to make each other... comfortable. I'd never hurt you; you know that. I won't do anything you don't want to do." We worked our way to the edge of the creek and climbed up on the smooth rocks. She had brought a large towel; we sat on it; I kissed her again, and then allowed my lips to trail down across those magnificent boobies. She whimpered when my mouth found her breast. I worked my mouth down her smooth tummy and she spread her long tanned legs as if on cue. She leaned back on her elbows, intent on watching what I was doing to her. By this time in life I was not remotely inexperienced at given a woman pleasure orally. Patty had the sweetest little pussy; looking back she was the most amazingly responsive woman I'd ever known. There was nothing remotely slutty about her arousal; it was almost innocent and wordless. By the time I had made her cum three times, she was intensely orgasmic, I was sure that Patty had decided that there might just be something rewarding about what we were doing. I kissed her, sharing her own sweet musk with her. Her hand found my cock; I nuzzled my face between those perfect breasts. She slid down my body, testing and teasing my hard organ with her lips and tongue. She took just the head inside and swirled her tongue around, then took more of my ample fuck tool in her full mouth. Patty was a natural; she quickly discerned that she loved the feel of a hard cock in her mouth. There was a point at which she was no longer concerned, or worried, about what I was feeling and what she knew was going to happen. She was completely lost in the thrill of sucking a cock for the first time. I had wondered if I should warn her. As she felt me stiffen she moved up on her knees to get a better angle, increased her pace, took me deep in her throat and began to whimper, moan and almost imperceptivity nod her head. I came with a howl, bathing her mouth with an ample load of cream; she swallowed every drop ravenously as if starved for nourishment. I kissed her, held her tightly and neither of us spoke. Her body's heat thrilled me; I was in love again. I wanted to fuck her but there was that damn pregnancy issue. Anal was probably off the table this soon and without a suitable lube. "Jamie." She whispered. "I want to do it with you... go all the way... but I'm so frightened of getting pregnant. I'm sorry... I..." "Patty, that's okay! I'm as terrified of getting a girl pregnant as you are of getting knocked up. What we just shared was amazing. We don't need to rush things." "Patty checked her watch. "I've got to go! I need to get back to the house to take care of the baby. This time of the day... is my personal time; Donna comes home and, I watch the baby during the day when she is working, and then I get a couple of hours of free time before dinner. Will you be here tomorrow... at the same time?" "You can count on it." After a couple more days meeting at the swimming hole I suggested we meet up at the campsite which was about the same distance from her house. The first time up there I spread her glorious butt cheeks and serviced her tight little hole with my mouth. She was taken aback at first but soon giggled at how good it felt. It took a scant few more days before she was willing, even anxious, to feel my fat cock back there. I took it very slowly that first time; I don't think she enjoyed the initial penetration but after a couple of more days of practice Patty became quite adept at taken it up the ass and began to revel in the fullness. Within a week we were butt fucking every afternoon and she had come to enjoy it immensely, particularly when I would take her from the front and lavish attention on her perfect tits and sweet young face. "Jamie, Donna took me to see the doctor a couple of weeks ago; he gave me some pills to take to help me with my cramps. They are exactly the same one's Donna takes. I think they're birth control pills based on what I've read... how can I be sure?" "Next time bring the container with you, probably a little round tray with exactly a month's worth of pills, two different colors?" "Yes! Wait. I brought them with me." I examined them; they were indeed birth control pills and she was already through the first two weeks. "Patty, that's what they are and you taken enough to be safe. Just to be sure... if you want to do it... I've got a rubber; I don't mind wearing it, hell I'd prefer to just to be sure. It would provide a little extra... insurance." She kissed me warmly, her hand straying to my stiff organ which had only moments before been inserted in her hot little mouth. "Jamie, I've been... playing with myself for quite a while... fingers... other things. I think I broke my maidenhead almost a year ago; there was some blood so I guess I'm not technically a virgin anymore. I want you to be my first." Patty didn't have a slutty bone in her perfect body. All of the times we fucked over the next year were very tender. Even in the throes of passion when she was on the edge of exploding, she was almost innocent and so very sweet. We both knew that we were on different roads in life and knew that there was no chance that we would ever get married. She knew what she wanted out of life and I thought I knew what I wanted. That year with Patty made me a better man and, I believe, a better lover. When it ended, when she truly fell in love with someone who could give her what she wanted and needed for the long term, there was no animosity and we stayed very close friends. Over the ensuing years I still never passed up an opportunity for some good old nasty fucking. The memory of my year with Patty always left me wanting something more than just a chance to get off. Then again, getting off is not to be dismissed. Still the incredible warmth, innocence and tenderness of Patty had been something very special. There were other cousins; I fucked each and every one of them and all but one of their mothers. It was as if Hal had saved the best ones for last, two sisters, one a year older and one a year younger than me, Suzi and Amy. They could have been twins and their mother could have been their older sister. They showed up the first and only time during the summer prior to my senior year just after my seventeenth birthday. Hal knew damn well I was going to fuck them; maybe the other parents just assumed that since there were three of us hanging out together and we were all good kids that sex would not be involved. Then again, possibly they knew damn well what was going to happen which is why they ensured that their sixteen and eighteen year old daughters were on the pill. The adults stayed busy in their own right leaving us unattended most days and nights. I was a pretty cool kid by then; I had fucked more than my share of high school girls, several attractive women in the area and three of my teachers. I'd done well on my SATs as a junior and had several varsity letters. Amy and Suzi hit me like a ton of bricks; they were both drop dead gorgeous, terribly bright, funny and hot. Amy, the younger one was a delightfully nasty little slut; when it came to sexual exploration, she was unquestionably the ringleader. Hell, I didn't even make the first move. Amy had her tongue in my mouth five minutes after we met. Suzy was different, somehow. I always thought she would have been far more demure had her younger sister not led her astray. Still, as quickly as Amy had her tongue in my mouth, Suzi had her hand in my shorts before we had barely gotten out of sight of the house that first afternoon. Amy, the younger one was the hottest fuck, no-holes- barred but it was her older sister, not quite a year my senior, who reached inside my chest and grabbed my heart and never let it go; I just wasn't willing to admit that I had met the love of my life as a seventeen year old rising high school senior. At least she was only a few months older than I was. We did everything imaginable that week, always together. We fucked in every conceivable place and fashion. On those occasions when the girls literally fucked me out, they kept it going for hours on end together. They were insatiable. I said always together... well, almost. The last night young Amy snuck into the liquor cabinet and ended up snoring by midnight. I was beat when I felt a warm body creep into my bed. It was Suzi; she didn't want to fuck, she wanted to make love. In spite of my fatigue it was the most exhilarating and exciting night of my young life. No woman before or since has every thrilled me the way Suzi did. When she and her family drove away early the next morning I was devastated. I hugged the two girls affectionately but Suzi hugged me longer and differently... and then she whispered in my ear just as it was time to get in the car: "don't forget about me, Jamie... I love you and I know after last night that you love me even if you don't know it right now. I'll wait for you... wait until you are ready... ready to love me and no other." Wait for me? What had she meant? But she was right on one count at least; although we didn't really write or talk on the phone very often over the ensuing years, I could not get her out of my mind. I fucked my way through the rest of high school and five years of college. I never went steady or kept one girl in my bed for long. I never burned any bridges and stayed friends with most of the girls I took to bed but the idea of settling down with one woman seemed completely alien. I went to work for some nameless corporation. I got promoted several times, liked the people I worked with and enjoyed the jobs. I moved several times and enjoyed the new experiences and locations. As I grew up I knew in my heart that something was missing. Hal called me one evening about a year before mom died to tell me he and mom were going to a big family reunion on his side of the family. On a lark I decided to attend since it was to be held less than two hours by car from where I was currently living. I thought back to those years on the farm... all the cousins and aunts I had enjoyed but one face crept back into my consciousness... Suzi. I rationalized that she was probably very married, fat and on her third kid. We hadn't communicated in years. The reunion was a three-day affair beginning Friday night. The family was far bigger than I had realized; there were dozens of people I had never met. All of the cousins I had tapped over the years who were there were married. Amy and Suzi were not there at the Friday evening reception nor were their folks. I was told they couldn't make it since careers had moved them across the country. There were other cousins I had never met of the female persuasion who were attractive, willing and available but I wasn't in the mood to chase; on I turned in early. I was awakened a little after midnight by the phone in my hotel room. There was no one on the other end of the line. A few minutes later there was a soft knock on my door; I slipped on my shorts prepared to give whoever was disturbing my sleep a piece of my mind. I was absolutely speechless; it was Suzi, looking even better than I remembered her. I mean, at eighteen she had been a drop dead, gorgeous knockout but now, in her early thirties... wow! She spoke first. "May I come in?" "Of course." I mumbled. "I'm sorry I woke you; it was me on the phone. I wanted to be sure I had the right room, how have you been?" "Fine... I've been fine... Suzi... you look wonderful... amazing." She came to me, put her arms around me and kissed me softly, resting her head on my shoulder. "I had no idea that you'd be here; I hadn't planned to come... wasn't really anyone I wanted to see other than you. Your step dad called me this morning; I caught the first flight I could." "Hal called you?" "Of course; he knew back then almost fifteen years ago... on your farm... knew... " "That I was in love with you?" "Was?" "Am." "You waited for me? No that's not right... I waited for you! A better question: are you're ready for me now? Me and no other... now and forever? No other entanglements... no more wild oats to sow?" "You and only you... it was always you, wasn't it? I love you." "Good! Know that I loved you that day I whispered it in your ear and never stopped. I kept up with you as best I could through Hal... swore him to secrecy. He told me he thought it was time." "Where do you live now?" "It really doesn't matter. I'm a doctor, Jamie... an orthopedic surgeon, top of my field. I can work anywhere I really want to. It's time for me to live with you now, isn't it... as your wife?" "Yes... today and from this day forward... forever." "I'm glad that's settled; now let's go to bed. I'm a little jet lagged but not too tired to ring your chimes before I drift off. Make love to me Jamie... just like you did that last night... make love to me tonight and promise you will do the same every night for the rest of my life... me and no other woman on earth." "I promise." That was thirty years ago. We have three grown children and several grand children. We moved back to the farm and built a new house not a hundred yards away from the refurbished granary. The interstate finally came through and several big companies built factories in the area which brought a dramatic economic benefit. Hal endowed several projects for the university where he had gotten his doctorate and used his growing political clout to get a satellite campus built not twenty minutes from the farm. A state of the art teaching hospital soon came with it and Suzi became the chief of surgery. I ended up taking over the day-to-day operation of Hal's company. We're in our early sixties know and are both essentially retired. I've never strayed and have diligently kept my promise to Suzi; my love for my bride grows with every passing day. Who would have thought I could have been so misguided that day I told Nancy that I couldn't understand how any man could get by with just one woman? I guess it just has to be the right woman... and she had been there waiting for me to grow up for all those years. Pretty lucky... I'm a pretty lucky guy. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 72