From: an120786@anon.penet.fi (Kelki)
Reply-To: an120786@anon.penet.fi
Date: Wed, 14 Sep 1994 15:39:07 UTC
Subject: Fantastic Spring (teens, mm, mf, cons, mild)


                      Fantastic Spring

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This is a tale told by a fictitious person about non-existent
individuals involved in behavior that never happened. Other than
that, it is an exact reproduction of my fantasy.

                         Kelki
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                        CHAPTER ONE
                   END OF THE SCHOOL YEAR

Well, ya know, its like spring, and the first week after school
let out has been unbelievable.

See, lots of kids in the seventh grade at Achafee middle school
are still just that - kids. Me, I'd been whacking off since the
end of sixth grade, and had sex (imaginin', ya know) with every
girl in the school who has tits. Even the really gross ones like
fat Sue. I imagine her lying on a sofa braced with her shoulders
on the cushion, bare-assed, with her legs spread and draped over
the back of the sofa and my dick in her mouth. I think about
fuckin' her in one of the fat folds, and cummin' on her face.

Up until spring, I really never was with girls much. Us guys
didn't do that, we played grab ass with each other. In fact, if
it wasn't for some magazines other guys brought to school, I'd
of, like, ya know, had no idea what a snatch looked like. We
don't have those magazines at home, it bein' just mom and me, and
I'm scared to try to buy one - with them being kept under the
counter 'cause of the fuss the Baptist church made about kids
learnin' about sex.

I tried to peek at mom a few times when she didn't have clothes
on. I never saw the beaver, but I could see she was a beautiful
woman, even bein' over 30 and all. Boy does she have big tits -
at least from what I could see.

A couple of mornings in the last year she seen me when I was
naked except with just my Jockey shorts on, and before I had
taken a pee. Each time I had a whoppin' hard on, and I could see
she noticed, and sorta stared at my crotch. Each time, I got
kinda embarrassed, but my piss hard ached a little more, and took
on a sexual feelin', if you know what I mean.

Mom never said anything, an I sure as hell didn't either. I was,
like, excited though, when I thought about her maybe being naked
and holding my cock when it was really hard. The idea made my
crotch feel tighter and swollen even more than it was with the
piss hard.

Well, like I was sayin', I was growin' up faster than a lot of
kids in my class, but still spending most of my time with the
guys doing guy things. We talked about girls a lot, and most of
the guys didn't know what they were talkin' about, since they
weren't even whacking their weapon.

About April, me and my friend Jake, who also whacks off, and
swipes his dad's sex magazines, were talking about pullin' our
pud. He said he had a magazine in his gym locker that he found
hidden in his garage. He'd looked through it real quick and said
that it had some prime whackin' women in it. Since gym was the
last class of the day, we decided that we'd just hang around
afterwards and when the others had left we'd check out the mag.

After gym, we were really slow undressing, and all. I took a lot
of time in the shower, looking at the other guys, and comparing
their dicks with mine. I felt kinda excited looking at them, even
at the ones of the kids which were still obviously kids. Twice,
my cock started to swell, and I had to turn towards the wall
under the shower, and let it cool down. Anticipatin' the pictures
in the magazine didn' help much to keep me cool, either.

Anyway, finally just me and Jake were in the locker room, still
bare assed and sitting on the bench in front of his locker. He
reached inside, and withdrew a glossy magazine with a full color
picture of a foxy chick on the cover, givin' head to some guy.
You could see her profile, with the huge shaft of his cock in her
mouth. All of him you could see was the base of his cock, his
hairy lower belly, upper legs and well rounded ass. Everything
about the picture, the girl and the guy's ass, started my cock to
swell. As we looked through the pages makin' smart ass comments
about the pictures of gals with gals and gals with guys and gals
doin' themselves, both me and Jake got world class hard ons.

I told Jake I was either goin' to whack off, or bust. He
suggested that we do it together, but to each other, instead of
to ourselves. My groin ached so much at that point that if he had
suggested sticking my cock in a meat grinder, I'd of done it, if
it promised relief. It just seemed like a natural thing for a
couple of seventh graders experimenting with sexual excitement.

Now, if you haven't figured it out, no one but me had touched my
whanger since I was a little shit having my diapers changed. When
Jake tentatively put his fingers around my stiff shaft, I
experienced the greatest sensation of my young life. I mean, our
inexperience made us tentative, and as a result, the encounter
was soft and exploring, not rough like kids playin'. The feel of
his hand on my cock gave me a warm glow in my balls which spread
across my innards up into my lower stomach.

An equal, but different thrill engulfed me when I took his hard
on in my hand. The feel of his swollen young rod was a real trip
for my mind. I imagined that he felt the same thrill I felt when
he held my dick, and the thought just really played mind games in
my head. Both of us whacked off a lot, so we knew how it worked,
but not having control, I mean, someone else decides how hard,
how fast, I mean, at that point in my life, it was the ultimate
thrill.

Neither of us lasted very long, but when he got off, and I felt
his shaft throbbing as the thick white cum shot out the blind
eye, my cock exploded in his hand. I almost fainted with the dual
sensations of his rod pulsing and spewing in my hand, while I
shot my load in his.

When we caught our breath, we was a little embarrassed, and
promised not to tell anyone about this short encounter. We knew
the other guys would call us queers, and we'd be ruined in
school. Not to mention the likelihood that we'd ever get a girl
to go out with either one of us. Anyway, we both understood that
it would never happen again. At least not between me and Jake.

Well, like I started sayin', before this year I never messed with
girls much, but by then it seemed like it got so my balls were
aching every time I was near a female. I mean, you know, I really
noticed girls.

My main attention was on Cindy, one of the top chicks in my
class. I mean, Cindy's not all-everything like Samantha, but she
has obvious tits, great legs and a shape that just won't quit.
She could have been tops, but she seemed reserved, and not
interested in the kid stuff goin' on around her. She didn't sit
with the "in" group at lunch, and was always real quiet around in
our classes. You know, not volunteering nothin', and only talkin'
when the teachers called on her. She didn' seem stuck up or
nothin', just sorta different.

Anyhow, I thought she was a knockout, and I started to find
opportunities to talk with her around school. At first, it was
slow goin', but she seemed more wary than shy, and after awhile
we got, like, comfortable bein' with each other. I started
carryin' her books between classes, and we dated sort of. You
know, my mom drivin' me and Cindy to the mall on Saturday
afternoon. We'd hang out and usually went to a movie or
somethin'.

About April, me and Cindy started goin' steady. I mean, things
didn't change much between us, bein' as how we were together a
lot at school anyway, but goin' steady somehow seemed to lower
one more barrier between us. Now we openly held hands at the
mall, and sat a little closer together than we did before. The
kissin' also changed.

You know, like, we'd kiss each other on the lips. and all, but
until we started goin' steady, it was mostly like kissing a
sister (I guess, since I don't have one). The weekend after we
agreed to go steady, we were at the movie at the mall, and
sittin' in the back row so we could be alone, sort of. I mean,
that's what I figured you did when you were goin' steady, like.
Well, after we sat and snuggled a little with my arm around her
shoulders, I took my free hand and cupped her chin, gently
turnin' her head towards me, and we kissed.

Like I said, we'd kissed before, and even on the lips, but this
time Cindy slid sideways in her seat, wrapped her outside arm
around my neck, and when our lips met, I felt the tip of her
tongue slide over my lips and try to push into my mouth. Well,
I'd read about French kissin', and guessed that this was it, but
my mind was reelin'. I parted my lips, and our tongues touched, a
little at first, but then hungrily exploring the feel of each
other's lips, tongue, mouth ...

I was aware of my cock swelling in my pants, and my balls start
to get that dull sex ache as we kissed. After what seemed
forever, we came up for air, keepin' our faces real close - so
close we could feel each other's breath, and we both were panting
sorta lightly. Then we gently moved our parted mouths back
together, and our tongues met again, and my cock swelled some
more, and I thought I would pass out.

We kissed through most of the movie, and toward the end, I
started letting the hand I had wrapped around Cindy's shoulders
start to slowly slide down towards her tits. She gently slipped
her hand over mine to stop its progress, and whispered, "later,
its too soon."

I didn't know what she meant, but it was clear that the promise
was there, but not today. When mom dropped Cindy off at her house
that afternoon, and we drove home, I made a bee line to my
bedroom and relieved the pain in my cock and balls. I didn't need
any pictures to help me swack away. I just remembered the
incredible excitement of Cindy's tongue, and tried to imagine the
delights of touchin' her breasts later. Whatever later meant.

We continued to go steady during the last weeks of school, and we
necked a lot. I kept tryin' to go beyond the fabulous kissin',
but later never arrived. She would put her forefinger on my lips,
and tell me to wait, it was too soon. Every time this happened, I
went home with damp shorts, and consoled myself with my fist.

A few days before school let out, Cindy told me that she and her
dad were goin' to spend the next weekend at their camp to
celebrate the end of the seventh grade. He said that I could come
too. That is, if I wanted to.

The thought of a weekend with Cindy, even with her dad along, was
more than I could have hoped for. I said, sure, if mom agreed.
Cindy said she'd have her dad call my mom that evening, and
explain everything. I knew mom would say, "OK."

I mean, everyone knew who Cindy's dad was. He owned the Chevy
dealership, and was a prominent sportsman in town. The dealership
was decorated with stuffed fish and animal heads that he had
caught or killed. He was president of the local NRA and a deacon
in the First Baptist Church.

Cindy had lived with her dad since her mom left when she was
nine. She said he went out some, to various clubs, church and
civic affairs, but didn't seem to date much after mom left.
Mostly, she said she and her dad just stayed home and played
games on evenings when he didn't have to be at some kind of
meeting.

They lived in this fabulous house, with its own gym and mini
locker room where Phil (that's her dad's name) worked out. He
looked it too. I had seen him working in the lawn that spring
with just a pair of tight shorts on, and he was all sleek muscle.
You know, powerful lookin' without bein' muscle bound. A span of
curly brown hair across his chest, hard, flat stomach, moderately
hairy legs and arms, and starting to get a little bald on top and
in the front of his head. He looked in great shape for his age,
which Cindy said was 38.

Like I said, mom at least knew who he was, and I knew she'd agree
to lettin' me go with them. It was goin' to be a great weekend.

Then the bottom dropped out.

When the phone rang that evening I knew it was Cindy's dad
callin' mom, but it surprised me when she answered, and said "Hi,
Phil, how are you?" It was obvious that they knew each other, but
I figured that would just make it easier for me to get
permission.

As the conversation progressed, I saw the whole weekend bein'
ruined for me. You see, Phil invited mom to go with us, and, to
my horror, she accepted.

Now since dad had been killed a number of years ago in an
accident at Fort Bragg, mom hadn't dated much. She belonged to
some kind of club, and often went with girl friends to go
shopping or have an occasional dinner out. Normally, we didn't do
too much together. Now, my big chance to make it with Cindy, and
my Mom was gonna be in on the act.

Well, the damage was done. Mom told me that she was having dinner
with a girl friend from college on that Friday. She'd be in late,
so I'd pack on Friday afternoon, and she'd drop me off at Cindy's
on her way to meet her friend. I'd spend the night at their
house. We'd pick her up in the morning on the way to the cabin.
She seemed as excited about the weekend as I was depressed.

That Friday, around five, mom dropped me and my suitcase off at
the curb in front of Cindy's, waved at Phil, and drove off to
meet her friend. Phil met me half way to the house, took my
suitcase from me and headed up the walk, while Cindy and I
followed hand-in-hand. The weekend had started.


                        CHAPTER TWO
                      FRIDAY AFTERNOON

Inside the house, Phil and Cindy led me upstairs to a large
bedroom with an obvious neutral feel. A true guest room, suitable
for anyone staying at the home. A king-sized bed, dresser with
mirror, and so on. Phil said that he had ordered pizza to be
delivered around seven, and wondered if I'd like to shoot some
baskets in the gym. Cindy chimed in that it would be fun before
we ate, so it was set.

Phil said for me to change into shorts and sneaks, and meet them
downstairs. After changing, I headed downstairs, and they had
changed and were waiting for me. We all had on sneaks with white
athletic socks, and gym shorts. I also had on my favorite floppy
tank top, with the tail hanging outside of my shorts.

Cindy's shorts were silky looking, and red. They were barely big
enough to cover her ass and hips, cut high with almost no leg,
and pulled up in her crotch so I could see the lips of her cunt
on either side of the middle seam. I really struggled to keep my
eyes from between her legs.

Looking up didn't help cool my rising prick, since she had on a
brief crop top with short sleeves that barely covered her
shoulders. The top came down to only a few inches below her
breasts. Her tits were the size of small oranges, and stood up
with no apparent support, since I couldn't see any trace of a
bra.
Her shoulder length brown hair was tied up in a small pony tail
on each side of her head, exposing the loveliest, long creamy
neck I had ever seen. Her top was cut low enough in the front so
I could see the slightest swelling of the top of each tit.

I was glad I put on a jock strap, 'cause otherwise my cock would
be pushing out the front of my loose fitting, knee length gym
shorts.

Phil was wearing a pair of tight shorts, and seemin'ly nothin'
else, from the size of the bulge at his crotch. This was awful, I
thought. How can I shoot baskets when I'm starrin' at the nearest
crotch, and fighting a pain in my balls as my dick kept tryin' to
bust out of my jock strap. The pain was terrible and wonderful,
all at the same time.

We actually did shoot baskets in the gym. It was really a mini-
gym, with a basket mounted at one end, and enough open floor to
play a tight half-court game. The rest of the room was furnished
with three or four exercise machines, and a rack with various
sized weights and a mat-sized lifting area surrounded on three
sides by floor to ceiling mirrors.

We messed around playing HORSE, and tossing the ball back and
forth, and worked up a sweat. At least I was sweating, but maybe
not just from the exercise. Every now and then, Cindy would shoot
a long two-handed push shot, and when she pushed the ball up
towards the basket, her halter would slid up and expose those
lovely tits. She acted as if she wasn't aware of the show she was
puttin' on, but I was about to go wild.

We played basketball with Cindy and me against her dad, and even
that blew my mind when, several times, Phil was guardin' me from
behind, and both of his arm were around my shoulders. Each time,
I could feel his hard upper body against my back, and the bulge
in his shorts against my butt. For some reason, I found this
almost as exciting as Cindy's tits.

After a time, Phil said we ought to get ready for pizza. Cindy
said she wanted to work out a few minutes more, so why didn't us
guys take the locker room first, and she'd use it when we
finished. Phil and I headed out a side door into a tiled area
consisting of a shower room, sauna, toilet, and a counter with
two sinks topped by a mirror. There were four lockers with a
single bench in front of them, and the shower room had only two
shower heads, but it was a true locker room, shrunk to fit the
house.

Phil opened a locker, tossed me a towel, and said to hit the
showers. We stripped, and I felt really small beside his hard
body. I couldn't resist a peak at his crotch. Even slack, his
prick looked huge. I stripped quickly and got under a shower to
try to keep my rising hard on from developing. His body just made
me excited. It was a feeling similar to the excitement of
glimpsing Cindy' tits.

Phil joined me in the shower, and when the water was pouring from
both shower heads, he suggested I turn and face away from him and
he'd soap my back. Boy, was I confused, but, hey, this is Cindy's
dad, and maybe that's what real men did for each other. I already
knew what Jake and I did for each other, and the thought started
my cock rising again.

I turned around, and Phil began to soap my shoulders, and work
his soap slicked hands down my sides and across my lower back. He
soaped and rubbed both of my buttocks, and slapped me playfully
on one and told me to turn around now and do his back.

I mean, I thought I would die. I already had clear pre-cum
dripping form my semi-erect prick, and I knew rubbing my hands
over his body would make me shoot my wad in the middle of his
back. Concentrating on everything but my aching groin, I began to
soap Phil's shoulders and work my way down his back. This was
really a trip. I was excited, ashamed, embarrassed and incredibly
stimulated all at the same time. I couldn't believe this was
happening. Phil snapped me out of it as I finished rubbing my
soapy hands over his rock hard buttocks. Shower off, he said, and
I'll show you a camping trick that us guys use to keep from
having to shit in the woods.

Well, he's an experienced camper, and so far all the erotic stuff
we'd done was only in my mind. Sure I said, show me. He took a
couple of steps across the shower stall to a medicine cabinet set
in the tile, and pulled out an orangish bag that had attached to
it a short hose with a long, slightly curved plastic tip at the
end. The tip was full of holes. The other end apparently held a
stopper which Phil was unscrewing.

Ever had an enema, he asked?

Hell, I wasn't entirely sure I even knew what one was. I said,
no, and he said it simply made you shit, so you're empty on the
camping trip, and don't have to use the woods, except to take a
leak. He assured me that it didn't hurt, and that I'd probably
like the sensation. Christ, at that point, I was really into
sensations, and the thought of him doin' something to me had
started my balls aching again.

Anyhow, I said I'd like to try it, so he proceeded to fill the
bag with water from the shower head and re-secure the top. He
pinched the hose to keep the water from running out, and stepped
to the medicine cabinet and took out a small tube. He said he
wanted to make sure that I wasn't hurt, and that a little
lubrication would be a guarantee.

He turned me around facing away from him and had me bend over,
exposing my asshole and balls. I was thrilled and terrified about
what was about to happen to me. I had no clue about the feeling.
I felt Phil pushing between the cheeks of my ass with his finger,
and then I sensed his finger gently sliding around my rectal
area. It felt really slick, so I figured this was the grease. If
he noticed the clear pre-cum dripping from my half hard on, he
never let on.

He withdrew his finger, and I felt a slight pressure on my tight
asshole, as Phil quietly told me to relax, and let him know if it
hurt in any way. I forced myself to relax my ass, and felt the
plastic push through and up into me. What a feeling. I thought
I'd died and gone to heaven, it felt so good. It seemed to slide
through my asshole forever, 'til it finally stopped. Then I felt
the water begin to enter my body. I started to fill, and it kept
on coming and coming. I could feel the warmth begin to push up
towards my lower belly, but it didn't hurt. Just felt tight and
made me even more aroused.

Finally Phil began to slowly remove the instrument from my ass.
The feeling of it sliding through the ring of my hole almost
drove me crazy. I felt a sense of loss once it was out, but this
was quickly replaced with a urgent need to take a king-size shit.

Phil said to head for the toilet, and run back through the shower
when I was done. I didn't need any more urging, as I figured I'd
shit myself before I even got to the can. I made it and no more
squatted, than my gut started to empty. What a relief, man, and
when I'd shit everything in me, I shit some more. I really only
took a few minutes in the can, it just seemed longer. I cleaned
up and headed back to the shower. I really was excited and
thrilled thinking about what else Phil had in mind.

He was still in the shower, and when he saw me he told me to
hurry up so Cindy could use the locker room. He had me get under
the same shower he was using, and he once again soaped me up,
paying a lot attention to my now puckered ass. My cock was again
leaking pre-cum in anticipation, but he simply rinsed me off,
using his hands like a wash cloth - sliding them all over my wet
body. He rinsed my half erection, squeezing it lightly near the
base, and milking out the clear liquid which washed through his
fingers and down the drain. When I was rinsed he smacked me
lightly but firmly on my ass and said it was time to dry off and
clear out.

After we dried off, he opened a second locker and pulled out two
white terrycloth bathrobes. He tossed me the smaller one and said
for me to just throw the robe on. He and Cindy, he said, often
wore only robes at dinner and when they played games before going
to bed. I figured "when in Rome..." so I wrapped the robe around
my body, tied the sash at the waist, and Phil, also wrapped in a
robe, yelled to Cindy that we were finished, and we left the
locker room.

Phil said he had to go upstairs to his office for a bit, and he
showed me into a room he said was the game room. There was a
large screen tv, and all of the gadgets you'd have if you could
afford 'em. You know, vcr, cd player, Nintendo, stuff like that.
He said I should make myself at home, and that pizza would be
there soon.

The game room was a nice room. A little larger than an average
family room, but not huge. The ceiling was white, and the walls
were all paneled with some kinda dark wood. It was lit by a light
source which went all around the room near the ceiling. They were
hidden by molding so you couldn't tell if it was one light or a
thousand. Anyhow, they were needed since the room was in the
inside of the house, and there weren't any windows.

When you came through the door you'd be facing desk- high
cabinets with built in bookshelves above the cabinets. They ran
the length of the wall. To the left was an overstuffed leather
sofa which took up about half of the wall, with an end table at
the far end, with a brass lamp on it. To the right was a matching
leather love seat, again with an end table and lamp at the far
end. The wall facing the sofa held the built-in entertainment
center, full of the goodies I mentioned. The floor was fully
carpeted with a pale tan carpet that felt two feet thick. Not one
of those shags, but some kind of smooth tight surface.

Stuffed fish and animal heads hung from the walls, and while I
was lookin' at them, Cindy came in also wrapped in a robe. She
kissed me lightly on the cheek and said that we would play "Tiny
Dancer" after we ate our pizza. I was expecting, maybe Monopoly,
so I asked what kind of game it was. She explained that their
games were different since there were only winners. She said that
Tiny Dancer was normally for only two players, but that it would
be even more fun with three. Some games, she explained, really
need four players, and she said we'd probably play them at the
camp, with my mom bein' the fourth.

I can't say the thought excited me very much.


                            PART 3
                        FRIDAY EVENING

Well, we ate our pizza, and Phil said, it havin' garlic and all,
we ought to brush our teeth before we played any games. Cindy
said she wanted to change out of her robe, and Phil said OK, but
us guys would stay in our robes. We agreed to meet in the game
room in 20 minutes.

Back in the game room, me and Phil still had on robes, and Cindy
was nowhere to be seen. Phil said she'd join us in a minute, and
that he'd better explain the rules of Tiny Dancer, since me bein'
new, and all. We sat on the sofa while he talked about the game.

Phil said, first, that it wasn't a game that you could loose, but
it did have a few simple rules. It really wasn't a game, see, but
more like entertainment. Cindy was to be the tiny dancer, and me
and Phil were to act as the audience. She would pose us anyway
she wanted, but not anything uncomfortable. I could move my head,
but rules forbid me to change position or speak unless Cindy told
me to. Of course, the same applied to Phil. We had to pay for
admission, which was to do whatever Cindy said for up to one hour
after she finished her dance. At the end of this hour, the game
was over.

Since we had a long day coming up on Saturday, Phil said that
we'd call it an evening after the game.

Just then, Cindy came in and Phil said we could start.

She was wearing all white, with a pair of waist high dancing
tights, a tiny tennis skirt which hung straight from her hips, to
just below her crotch, and a ballerina top that looked like a bra
with a clasp in front. Her middle was bare, and her hair was
hanging loose around her shoulders, which were also bare. The
lighting in the room made her skin look like cream, but dark in
contrast to the white outfit.

She went to the cd player, and put on something I had never
heard, but recognized as classical music, then she came over in
front of where we were sitting, and stood there looking at us
with her hands on her hips and her legs slightly apart. She is
less than 5 feet tall, and probably didn't weigh over 100 pounds,
and she looked every inch a "tiny dancer."

After surveying us for about 30 seconds, she told us to sit one
foot apart on the sofa. Its part of the game, so Phil and I
slipped together until we were a foot apart, at which point Cindy
stepped in front of me and untied the sash on my robe. I moved to
stop her, and Phil quickly reminded me of the rules. This was
really starting to get weird, I thought, but at the same time I
started to feel excitement growing in the pit of my stomach.

She then opened my robe, and hung the sides outside of my legs,
leaving my whole front completely exposed and naked. I was having
a hard time (pun intended) breathing at this point. I mean here
is a girl who wouldn't let me do more than kiss her, and she was
practically stripping me in full light, and in front of her dad.
My heart was pounding, and I could feel my cock beginning to
stiffen. She then ordered me to open my legs and place my hands
on my thighs.

My thoughts were running wild at this point. I was embarrassed,
excited, you know, but Phil said nothing, so I figured, "what the
hell." I tentatively spread my legs a little. Cindy said, more,
and more again until my knees were about 18 inches apart, and
nothing blocked the view of my cock and balls. I mean, my robe
was wide open, and yet I was sweating. This was beginning to get
exotic.

She then opened Phil's robe, and positioned him just as she did
me, with both of us facing the entertainment center, our hands
resting on our thighs, and just far enough apart so we didn't
touch each other. I could see that Phil's cock was also headed to
a full erection, and I really started to get excited as my
imagination began to run wild. It didn't do justice to what
followed.

Cindy struck a dance pose in front of the tv. She had her right
side towards us, her left leg forward, her body slightly bent
forward, her head down, and her arms extended upward above her
head with her left hand resting on the back of her right hand.

She held this pose for what seemed forever, as if she was in a
trance, then her upper body began to sway with the music. She was
like, you know, a small tree slowly being moved around by the
breeze, then she began to dance. She had obviously studied
ballet, or at least it seemed like it to me, because I had never
seen anything so graceful. She pranced, jumped, spun, and all the
while her upper body was in smooth gyrating motion.

This continued for a good five minutes. She was so lovely, that I
almost forgot that me and her dad were sitting facing her,
practically naked, with our wangs fully exposed. Then, with her
hands folded on her chest, she turned facing away from us and
dropped to a squatting position. She extended her arms outward
and up, as if praying, and tossed her head back so she was
looking at the ceiling. Then she slowly rose, and dropped into a
back bend.

As her hands touched the floor, the bra top fell off and she was
looking at us with her tits pointed at the ceiling. I know
everyone in the neighborhood heard my suck my breath in. My balls
started feeling really tight, and I guess my eyes were buggin'
out. I mean, her tits were so great. Like, they stood straight
up, orange sized mounds with dark centers, and small nipples
projecting erect from the centers of the dark areas. She would
never let me touch them, and now they were on full display. I
could feel a drop of pre-cum work its way down the channel in my
now erect cock.

She lazily turned on her side, then rolled on her stomach.
Slowly, facing us, she worked herself up on her knees, and began
to gently run her hands over her tits. Then looking down and to
the side, as if she was embarrassed, she slowly slid her right
hand down and massaged her crotch. She moved her hand on her
crotch a few times, then spun away, and rolled on her back, her
head towards us, and those gorgeous breasts pointing towards the
ceiling.
She lifted her ass and hooked the thumb of each hand in the waist
band of the dance tights. By now it was obvious that she was
going to strip here in front of me and her dad. I guess I should
have been shocked, but I really felt I had landed in a sexual
paradise. my cock was now leaking clear liquid, which fell from
the bottom of its head, and formed a thread of pre-cum from my
dick to a small spot on the floor. I could see the end of Phil's
cock glistening with cock ooze. The dance was affecting him the
same as me.

Cindy slipped the tights down over her ass until they were
bunched half way down her thighs. She then pushed herself into
another backbend, which she converted into a handstand, facing
us. Her firm tits didn't move, and the little skirt now covered
her lower belly, leaving her crotch fully exposed to us. I
couldn't take my eyes off the small inverted triangle of light
brown hair which pointed like an arrow to the hairless slit which
was just barely visible. Her legs bein' held together by the
tights.

She let the handstand come all the way over so she was lying with
her feet towards us in the up position of someone doing a pushup.
She lowered herself and turned on her left side in one smooth
roll. Raising her right leg in the air, she used her right hand
to slowly push the tights off her leg. All the time, my eyes were
rivetted on that lovely slit between her legs, which she was
exposing to me and her dad. Her cunt was completely hairless, and
open only enough to give a hint of pink through its center. her
asshole was a slightly darker shade of pink. You know, just
enough so you knew what you were looking at. When the tights were
off her right leg, she slowly rolled on her other side and
repeated the performance to completely remove them.

Rolling onto her stomach, she then rose to her knees, with her
ass facing us, and dressed only in the little skirt now covering
only her waist. She lowered her upper body until her head was
resting on one cheek on the floor. Her right hand moved between
her legs to her crotch. She began to rub the middle finger back
and forth the entire length of her tight slit. Her cunt was now
shiny with her own juices, and I thought my balls would explode.
At first I thought that not moving was no big deal, but by then,
all I wanted to do was relieve the ache in my crotch. It was both
agony and ecstacy. I glanced at Phil's crotch, and he also had a
thread of cock drool trailing to the floor. His wasn't doin' any
better than me.

Cindy kept working her finger along her cunt, and then seemed to
increase the pressure to force open the lips. Now I could see an
erect clit, and mostly wet pink the whole length of her opening.
I could even see that her finger was getting wet, and I could
imagine how the slippery finger must feel to her tiny cunt. God,
I wanted to whack off, or do something other than just sit there.

After what seemed an eternity, she eased her finger a little
further back and began to rub her asshole. Then she ran it from
her ass to her clit, moving her hand ever so slowly so the
audience could see every detail.

Then she stood and took a few steps to the tv, still dancing to
the music. She bent and picked up something from the tv stand,
and then squatted facing us with her legs crossed. She then began
to move about the floor, first stretched out, then curled in a
ball, finally stopping with her back towards me and Phil. She was
kneelin', her head resting on the floor, and her knees apart
exposing her whole crotch to us.

In her right hand was the object she picked up - a silver dildo
shaped like a slim cock, and about 6 inches long.

She reached down between her legs with her left hand, and
continued to rub her middle finger along the lips of her cunt.
She was gettin' pretty heated herself, cause you could see her
outer cunt lips were swollen and parting so you could see the
pink inner lips, and her whole crotch was wet with her lubricant.

She began to use the dildo in her right hand to rub her crotch
just outside of her cunt lips. Then, opening her lips with two
fingers of her left hand, she began to lubricate the dildo by
rubbing it through her shining slit. She gently played with her
entrance with both the fingers of her left hand, and the dildo.

Suddenly she rolled over, and lay on her back. Her legs were
spread wide, and bent at the knees, so her cunt was fully exposed
to me and Phil. She had the dildo was sunk into her cunny just as
far as she could insert it and still hold onto the shaft. She
began to rotate her hips, and slowly move the dildo in a
corkscrew motion, in and out of her dripping crotch.

I was dyin', just sittin' there and all, but that was the rule.
My balls ached, and I regularly felt another little pre-cum drop
slip down and out of my rock hard prick. I glanced at Phil's
cock, and he was obviously having the same sensations that I was.

After what seemed forever, you know, with that dildo sliding in
and out where I wanted to be, Cindy seemed to go completely
rigid, and she stopped all movement. She must of had an orgasm,
'cause she let out a high pitched OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!, and slid the
dildo out of her cunt. She then just lay on the floor, drawing
little shallow breaths, and exhaling each one with an OHHHhhhhhh.

She breathed like that eight or ten times, then stood up facing
us, made a curtsy, and said, "now for the admission fee."

After Cindy's show, and all else that had happened that evening,
I had no idea what the admission price could be.


                          PART FOUR
                       PAYING ADMISSION

Cindy walked over to me and took me by my left forearm (the side
away from Phil), and pulled lightly, telling me to turn around. I
moved the way she wanted, so we both were in front of Phil. He
was still sitting with his hands on his thighs, and the drool
from the head of his erect rod made a tiny thread to the small
pool on the carpet between his legs. My slight movement now had
my pre-cum dripping on my inner thighs, and I could feel the
coolness as I wet myself.

We are going to suck daddy's cock Cindy said, and began to kneel
in front of Phil. My mind was blown! I wanted his cock in my
mouth, but I also wanted to fuck Cindy. I was confused, and
flustered, and probably a little embarrassed. Cindy sensed my
hesitation, and leaned over to sink her tongue between my lips.
Quickly withdrawing it, she murmured in my ear that it was OK.

With another light tug un my arm, I knelt beside her in front of
her dad. Cindy took one hand and wrapped it around his shaft,
guiding it into her mouth. She only took the head in, and cleaned
it of the pre-cum dripping from the blind eye. She then stroked
it as if she was milking it and was rewarded with the emergence
of a large bubble of clear liquid which balanced on the end of
his cock. Pointing his cock towards my mouth, she gave my arm
another little tug, and whispered that it was my turn.

I opened my mouth, and let her guide my lips to his erect prick.
The taste of his pre-cum on my tongue really wrecked my mind. I
was in heaven as I moved my mouth forward to swallow more of his
dick. I took his rod in my mouth until I felt I would choke. I
began to move my head away and back towards Cindy's fist at the
base of his prick, thrilling to the feel of Phil's wang sliding
in and out between my lips. All the while, my tongue was moving
under his shaft, trying to coax more liquid from his erection.

Cindy let me taste her dad for about 30 seconds, then still
holding him by the base of his cock, she took her other hand and
using her index finger on my chin, gently pushed my head back and
removed his prick. She brought the head of his cock to her lips,
and began to run her tongue around the swollen head. Slipping her
other hand behind my head she applied pressure so it was obvious
that I was to join her at her dad's cock.

I had almost forgotten the ache in my own crotch. I felt more
wetness on my thighs as my cock continued to ooze, but it didn't
matter compared to the wonderful sensations of my tongue on
Phil's cock, in Cindy's mouth, on his balls. I slid my lips up
and down his shaft, stopping at the end to mix spit and lubricant
with Cindy as we kissed over and around the head of his prick.

Then I felt Phil's body stiffen. Cindy put the head of his cock
in my mouth just as he lost the first jet of his cum. My mouth
filled with the hot juice, and I could feel the spasm of his cock
as it jerked between my lips. Phil let out a loud moan, and Cindy
quickly moved his shaft from my mouth to hers. He shot another
jet before she got the head in her mouth. It landed partly on my
cheek, and partly on hers. Then I saw his prick jerk as it shot
the next load into her mouth.

We then went back to kissing his cock head and each other as his
dick continued to jerk and spurt five or six more times. Cindy
and I both had his love juice dripping from our lips and cheeks
as we continued to kiss each other and plunge our tongues between
each other's lips.

She then stood up and told her dad that his admission was paid,
and he was free to roam. He stood up and kissed her cum covered
lips. Their tongues danced together for a while then they
separated and he moved away from the couch.

Cindy then laid on her back on the couch, with her hips near one
end, arms above her head, legs apart and the backs of her thighs
resting on the overstuffed couch arm. As she slipped a pillow
under her hips, she said, almost in a whisper, "Danny, your
admission price is to lick my cunt." My cock was still dripping,
and I wanted desperately to fuck her. The idea of my tongue
sliding around between her legs was as erotic a thought as
fucking her, but it wasn't going to get me off, and I was gettin'
very frustrated.

The only way I could get my face against her slit was to stand at
the end of the couch and bend over until the bottom of my rib
cage rested on the arm. Once positioned, my mouth quickly found
her slit.

By resting my weight on my rib cage, both hands were free to
explore her body. As my tongue slid over the wet smoothness of
her cunt lips, my hands were busy roaming over her firm breasts,
down the silky smoothness of her sides, and back up to massage
her arm pits, then back to her breasts.

Her cunt was slightly musky, with a hint of perfume, and very
wet. As I licked and sucked the cunt juices, a hand spread the
cheeks of my ass. Oh, Yes! I thought - fuck me in the ass, Phil!

He didn't. Instead, I felt his finger apply lubricant to my
asshole. He slid his finger in my ass to what must have been the
first knuckle. I let my tongue slide between the outer lips of
Cindy's pussy, and lick the inner lips. After visiting them
awhile, my mouth ventured up and sucked gently on her hardening
clit. The finger in my ass was now fully inserted, and working in
and out in a corkscrew motion.

I took one of my hands and slid it around under Cindy's ass and,
palm up, inserted my middle finger into her cunt. I felt her body
stiffen slightly as my finger slid in and up behind her clit. I
eased my index finger into her slit and pushed until my thumb was
on her clit, and my fingers imbedded so far that as I moved them
against the top of her inner sheath, the curve of my hand was
rubbing the top of her entrance. As I moved my fingers against
the inside of her body and slid my tongue along her cunt lips,
the finger moved out of my ass.

I then felt pressure against my anus, and my mind screamed, "FUCK
MY ASS." then I felt the coolness on my tight hole and realized
that it was the dildo being inserted. Then it was in! The
pressure eased, and I could feel its whole length being slid in
and out of my butt.

Then Cindy went totally stiff, and suddenly reached down with one
hand and frantically pushed my hand out of her crack. At the same
time she let out the same high-pitched OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. A
trickle of liquid emerged from her cunt, wetting my chin and the
pillow under her. It was like water, but tasting slightly
sweetened, and I tried to get all of I could into my mouth. As I
frantically swallowed, the dildo was slipped out of my ass.

Cindy then slid her body a few inches away from my mouth, and I
recognized the shallow intake of breath followed by her low moan
as she let the air escape.

I straightened up, and Phil, his erection fully returned, turned
me around and kissed me, our tongues exchanging Cindy's sweet
pussy juice. When we stopped our kiss, Cindy had gotten up and
had put her arms around both of us.

After the embrace, she told us both to get rid of the robes which
were still hanging loosely from our shoulders. She said that
everyone but me had gotten some relief, and that she wanted to
take both of us in her mouth and finish off the evening's game.

she positioned herself on the couch with her shoulders resting on
the seat. Her legs were draped over the couch's back so her head
was barely supported by the edge of the seat cushion. She had her
dad stand on one side of her head, me on the other, and wrapping
a small hand around each erect cock, she began turning her head
from side to side while she slide her hands up and down our stiff
shafts. Each time she turned her head to a side she took that
cock in her mouth, running her tongue around the tip while she
let just the head between her lips.

The events of the evening had me at a sexual high for so long
that after a very short time I felt myself about to erupt in an
orgasm. When I finally couldn't stand it any longer, I let go.
Cindy had her dad's cock in her mouth, and my first eruption of
white jism landed across her chin and painted her cheek. When she
felt my hot juice, she turned quickly and caught the next spurt
fully in her mouth.

Phil saw my cock explode, and it must have gotten him off, 'cause
his cock shot a stream of cum across Cindy's top lip, and painted
her other cheek. She took as much cum as she could in her mouth,
but with both of us spurtin', a lot ended up on her face, neck
and tits.

When we had both stopped jerkin' and pumpin', we dropped to our
knees and began kissing Cindy's face, lips, neck, each other. For
a few minutes it was a riot of tongues, lips, cum, and moaning.

Finally Phil sat back and declared the game over. He said I
needed to know one more rule. Everyone sleeps in their own bed
while in his house.

Hey, It's his house.

We each headed for separate bathrooms to clean up. And it didn't
take me long to hit the bed. I probably couldn't have performed
any more that evening anyway. I was drifting off to sleep,
feeling warm all over, when my stomach was suddenly knotted up
with a horrible thought.

Just when I had found sexual heaven, it was all going to be
denied to me over the weekend. I remembered that we were picking
up my mom in the morning on the way to the camp.


                          PART FIVE
                       SATURDAY AT CAMP

Saturday started with Phil shaking me at 6:30 and announcing
breakfast was at 7. After breakfast we tossed our bags in the
back of Phil's Blazer, me and Cindy climbed in the back seat, and
we took off to pick up mom on the way to the camp.

Mom was waiting at the curb with an overnight bag. Wow, I
thought, anyone would want to pick her up. I mean, I don't
remember ever thinking how desirable she looked. I guess Friday's
activities changed my outlook.

Anyhow, mom had on a pale blue wrap-around top. You know, the
kind made out of real soft looking material with short sleeves
that has these ties which wrap around the back and are knotted in
front. It really showed off her big tits, and left a few inches
of bare tummy showing above her dark blue shorts. They weren't
really short-shorts, but they weren't very long either, and there
wasn't a lot of extra material to hide her waist and hips.

Mom's bare legs were as white as cream, and the results of her
daily workouts were obvious. Like, man, no fat or wrinkles, and
perfect proportion. She had on one of her wide brimmed straw hats
and a pair of sandals. As she greeted us and climbed into the
Blazer I couldn't help thinking how great it woulda been sitting
on the curb and watching her step up into the truck.

On the way to the camp Phil described it, and it didn't sound
like my idea of a camp. You know, tents and campfires and such.
It was a cabin, he said, on 80 acres and had it's own private
lake. "Nothing fancy," he claimed, just four bedrooms along the
side away from the lake, three baths - each two bedrooms shared a
bath and the third was in the mud room.

The main entrance was into the living room. It was separated from
the cooking/eating area by the mud room, all of which were on the
front overlooking the lake. A hallway ran through the center of
the cabin, and all of the bedrooms opened into the hall - two
into the living room; two into the dining room/kitchen.

Most of the lot was woods, Phil told us, but the clearing around
the cabin was big enough for two grass tennis courts and a small
asphalt paved area with a basket. The area served for playing
basketball or badminton.

My heart continued to sink as I listened to Phil and thought of
mom in the front seat. Yeah, I thought, and those are probably
the only games we'll play this weekend.

The drive to camp got us there just before lunch. The road in
wasn't paved, but it was pretty smooth, and ended in a circle at
what was obviously the back of the cabin. The front of the cabin
faced the lake. The main entrance was on our right when you
looked from the parking area.

Immediately to the left as you come in the front door were two
doors a few feet apart. The first is a coat closet, and the
second was the entrance to one of the four bedrooms. This one was
Cindy's. Mine was the second bedroom, Mom's the third, and Phil's
was the last one.

The dining area had sliding doors behind the table which opened
to the patio where a glass topped table and four lounging chairs
overlooked the lake. There was also one of those gas grills on a
cart in one corner the patio.

To the left of the dining area was the kitchen, with a large
window over the sink which looked out on the lake.

Phil pointed out that me and Cindy would share a bathroom, as
would him and my mom. He added that there was time for us to take
a quick dip in the lake while he and Sylvia (my mom) fixed lunch.

Me and Cindy got on our suits. I got down to the small dock in
front of the cabin before Cindy. I almost lost my breath when I
saw her come down from the house wearing only the bikini bottoms
of a green bathing suit. The bottoms consisted of a narrow strip
of cloth between her legs which opened into two tiny triangles.
One covered her asshole, but left most of her cheeks exposed, and
the other covered the small arrow of pubic hair, which I knew
pointed to her crotch. The two patches of cloth dissolved into
strings which tied on each side where her slim hips dipped in to
her small waist.

God, I thought, mom's in the house. My excitement at seeing Cindy
gave way to a panic over what my mom would say if she saw her.
Like, topless and all. The panic quickly went away as I stared at
Cindy's firm tits as she came down the slight slope to the dock.
My mouth must have been hanging open, 'cause she walked up to me,
wrapped her arms around me, and slipped her tongue in my mouth.

I responded, and felt my cock starting to rise as she pressed her
body against mine, and explored my mouth with her tongue. She
must have felt it too, 'cause she backed away and said the same
dreaded word I heard at all those movies - "later." All I could
do was stammer, "m-m-mom, w-what if she, like, sees you?"

"Camp rule," Cindy said. "Bottoms only in the lake." At least I
knew mom wouldn't be swimmin' this weekend.

I tried to keep my mind off of Cindy's tits while we splashed in
the water around the dock. The cool lake helped keep things in
control, but it was tough. Not only was Cindy driving me mad, but
I had a recurring thrill every now and then when I dared to
think, "what if mom does go swimmin'?"

I could see mom and Phil foolin' around the grill, and after
awhile, mom started towards the lake. "Oh God," I thought. "Now
what's gonna happen?"

Mom walked down to where we were to announce that lunch was about
ready. She asked Cindy how the water was, just as if Cindy wasn't
mostly naked. When Cindy said it was super, mom said she'd take a
quick dip with us before we ate. With that said, she took off her
hat, stepped out of her sandals, and started to take off the wrap
around top she was wearing.

At that point I had stopped breathing. I mean, she really was
strippin'. She untied the knot in front of the top, and shrugged
it off her shoulders. She didn't have on a bra, and there where
her magnificent tits hanging like great, white tear drops, with
large pink ends pointing slightly at the ground. Her nipples were
erect, and all I could do was stare as she bent from the waist
and slipped off her shorts. Then my mom, tits gently swaying,
headed for us wearing only a pair of pale blue panties.

She waded into the lake, and immediately used the palm of her
hand to splash water at Cindy. Cindy let out a Whooooop! and
lunged at mom, grabbing her upper body with both arms. mom
toppled over backwards, and they both went under.

They emerged in an embrace. They were exploring each other's
mouth with their tongues as they moved their shoulders in
opposite directions so that breasts were massaging breasts.

My eyes must have been bugged, and my mouth hanging slack, 'cause
mom glanced at me, and, takin' one arm from the embrace, invited
me to join them. There we were, standing waist deep in the lake,
the three of us hugging; exploring mouths with tongues. I mean, I
was about to explode. Mom finally pulled back and herded us
reluctantly out of the lake for lunch.

I don't know how I managed to eat anything. I mean, when mom got
on the bank, she dropped her wet panties, and slipped her shorts
back on. That's it! That's what she wore all through lunch. I'm
supposed to eat with Cindy's firm round tits, and mom's hanging
jugs staring me in the face. If you asked me what we had, all I
could swear to was that my balls ached. Phil, he just acted as if
everything was normal.

Well, after lunch we changed into dry clothes, and the afternoon
was spent playing badminton and tennis. We all went swimming
again just before dinner, only this time mom wore the bottoms to
her orange two-piece. The contrast with her white body and tits
was mind boggling. I couldn't keep my eyes off tits, but there
was no repeat of the morning's contact. Cindy did come up behind
me once, and reached around me to brush my hard cock with her
hand as she whispered in my ear that we were going to play a game
after dinner.

Boy, that helped! I had a thousand fantasies during the rest of
the afternoon, trying to imagine what was planned, and what mom
was gonna do. Finally dinner was over and cleared away (I
couldn't tell you what we ate), and Phil explained the rules for
the evening's game.

My heart fell into my stomach. Monopoly! Yeah, just plain
Monopoly, with the standard rules. My excitement returned when
Phil explained going bankrupt.

You must pay all debts owed, and there is no borrowing. We each
would play wearing only two pieces of clothing. If you owed rent
or fees greater than your game assets, you paid the difference
with a piece of clothing which you could not retrieve. You
continued to play when you were out of clothing and money. The
next time you owed a debt you paid it in trade, after which you
were out of the game.

Trade was performing whatever act the debt collector demanded,
but it could not last more than one minute.

So there would be no losers, the "winner" would service the
"losers" when the game was over. The reward for winning was that
the winner would decide how they would service the losers.

With that explanation, we all went to change into our two pieces
of clothing so we could start the game. You can't imagine how my
mind was racing as I quickly changed to a T-shirt and shorts for
the game.

Phil won the honors as banker, and we played Monopoly, sitting
around the board in the middle of the living room floor. Mom was
really lucky, and it was becoming obvious that she was the likely
winner. The first departure from standard rules came when Cindy
landed on one of my properties and couldn't pay the rent. I added
her halter top to my bank account. The game continued with
Cindy's round breast getting lots of attention.

In quick succession Phil lost his T-shirt to Cindy who paid it to
mom and had to give up her shorts to mom as well. She was sitting
directly across the board from me, naked with her legs crossed. I
really didn't have my mind on the game after that. Then I landed
on one of mom's properties with a hotel on it, and only had $50
left after paying rent.

Phil rolled, and lost his shorts to mom. He must have noticed
Cindy's pink slit as well, 'cause when he stood and dropped his
shorts, his wang was standin' at attention, with a slight bit of
moisture at its slit. He too sat down cross-legged, with his cock
pointing at the ceiling. At least his was free! Mine was as hard
as his, but trapped in my shorts. It ached, and I could feel the
wet from leaking pre-cum.

Cindy's next move sent her to jail where she had to pay the bank
money she didn't have. Phil was still banker, and he got to name
the fee in trade. He gave me the timer and bell, and told me to
start the timer when he began collection. He then positioned
Cindy on her back with her legs spread and knees bent. Kneeling
between her legs, he signalled me to begin the timer just as his
tongue began to stroke her cunt.

A minute is forever if you are just sitting and watching a tongue
make love to a wet pussy. Phil's tongue explored her outer and
inner lips, looped around her clit, and probed her entrance. All
the while, Cindy was working her thighs against his mouth and
letting out little moans. Finally the minute was up, and I rang
the bell. God! I thought. This is horrible. No one gets
satisfied, just hot as hell! Cindy and Phil were clearly not
finished when they stopped, and mom was rubbing her crotch the
whole time Phil was sucking Cindy.

On mom's turn she landed on her own property. Surprise, surprise!

My roll lost me my $50 and T-shirt to the bank. Phil then landed
on another of mom's properties. Already naked, he had to pay mom
in trade. Now my mind was really racing. I was about to watch my
mom have sex right in front of me. I mean, I had thought of
fucking mom, and even whacked off a few times with the thought,
but like, mom didn't really have sex, you know.


                           PART SIX
                       END OF THE GAME

This time Cindy was timer. I knew what I was about to see when
mom told Phil that she really liked the way he worked on Cindy's
pussy. She slid her shorts off and spread her legs as she
motioned phil to come around the board to lick her.

Like, you know, I'd never seen mom's muff before. Since it was
summer, and she wore a lot of shorts, she'd shaved most of her
pubes. Lyin' on her back like that, I could see her hair was
black, but her slit looked like Cindy's with only an arrow of
hair pointing to her clit. Before Phil could kneel between her
legs, she reached down with her hand, and used her index and
middle finger to open her cunt. It was shiny with moisture, and I
could only envy Phil who was about to taste the rose.

My view was from behind Phil as he worked on mom. His and mom's
thrustings had his balls in constant motion, and I forgot about
his tongue exploring my mom (I couldn't see it anyway). My
thoughts were about how badly I wanted to lick his balls, and
take his dripping cock in my mouth like I did Friday evening. And
his ass. I mean, I wanted to stick my hard cock in his ass, and
shoot cum up his butt. Then the bell went off, and the game
continued.

Now it was just mom and me playing. It didn't take long for me to
have to pay in trade. My heart was pounding as mom contemplated
payment. I was ready to do anything, and if you had insisted that
I tell you what I wanted to do, I couldn't have answered. Every
possibility was exciting, and I was tingling as I waited.

Finally, she told me to come and stand in front of her. As Phil
started the timer, mom's lips closed over the end of my cock. I
could barely breath as I watched mom's head move back and forth
on my hard prick. She would pull back and run her tongue around
the head as she stroked the shaft with her hand, then she'd run
her tongue down to my balls, and back to the head. While she
explored the shaft, the head cooled down, and chills went up my
spine when her tongue had again explored the head, and she
wrapped the end in the warmth of her mouth.

I thought the minute took forever when I was an observer. Now
that I was a player, the bell seemed to go off in an instant. Mom
took my entire shaft in her mouth, as she hugged me with her arms
wrapped around my ass, then she eased back and was declared the
winner of the game. Now she had to decide how she would service
us losers.

Mom stood up and took her shorts and top off. Now we were all
naked, and I figured everybody could hear my heart pounding. I
don't know about Mom and Cindy, but me and Phil's erect pricks
sure gave away what we were thinkin' about.

Mom told me to come over to her. She wrapped her arms around me
and held me real close. "My poor baby," she said, "you have never
been fucked. I want to be the first one for you."

Mom told phil to get the K-Y. She said she wanted all three of us
to be winners at the same time, with Phil getting her ass while
she fucked me and licked Cindy.

First she had me lie on my back. What a thrill as she squatted
down on my erect cock. She took my shaft in her hand, and guided
my prick into her entrance as she eased her body down to a
kneeling position. She bent over my body to expose her asshole to
Phil's Throbbing cock, but left enough room so I could move my
prick in and out of her just the tiniest little bit. God, was she
wet.

I couldn't see Phil getting in her ass, but I could tell by the
way Mom's body stiffened that he was probing her entrance. Once
Mom told him to wait, that it hurt. Then she said for him to push
again. When I felt her body relax, I figured he had his cock
buried in her ass.

Cindy must have been watching her dad enter Mom, cause she didn't
move to in front of us until Mom had relaxed. Cindy knelt in
front of Mom, almost straddling my head, with her smooth ass in
Mom's face. I was staring straight at her slit, still wet from
the work of her dad's tongue. By rolling my eyes up, I could see
her tits as she supported herself with her arms.

Mom's tongue went straight for Cindy's ass, and began to lick her
brown flower. I was pumping my cock into Mom, and feeling her
body stiffen and relax in rhythm with want I guessed were Phil's
thrustings in her ass.

I must have gotten carried away, cause Mom slipped a hand down
between us and made it clear with her pressure that I should slow
down. What did I know? It was the first time my cock had been in
a pussy, and I was just learning.

Then Mom put the fingers of one hand in her mouth, and slipped
her wet middle finger into Cindy's asshole, while her thumb went
into Cindy's cunt. Cindy let out a slight moan, and lowered her
crotch to where her clit was almost in my mouth. She twitched
just a little as my tongue began to explore the top of her slit.

What a sight it must have been. Mom ramming Cindy's cunt and ass
with her fingers, while I licked Cindy's clit. My ass was slowly
tightening and relaxing as I moved my cock in Mom's pussy, and
Phil, sorta above it all, was pounding Mom's asshole.

Then Mom took her fingers out of Cindy's holes, and began again
to lick Cindy's asshole. She inserted her index finger into
Cindy's pussy, and began to shove it into Cindy like she was
pointing at Cindy's navel. She must have hit a magic spot, cause
it wasn't long before Cindy stiffened, and my face and mouth was
being watered with Cindy's love juice. Phil must have cum at
about the same time, cause I could feel warm liquid running down
my balls.

I exploded! My cock started to throb in Mom's cunt as I pumped my
jism into her waiting snatch. I was licking and swallowing to get
all of Cindy's juices at the same time my own was leaving me.
Then we were all one mass of bodies.

I don't remember everything that happened as we unwound, but I do
remember Cindy and Mom licking the cum off my cock while I had
Phil's prick in my mouth. Me and Cindy licked the cum off Mom's
crotch together while our tongues swapped juices. While we were
licking Mom, Phil was having another taste of Cindy's slit. We
all ended up in a pile kissin' and huggin' each other. Phil
eventually said we better head for bed.

He said we weren't gonna play any more games, but we would take
pictures in the morning to record our first weekend together.
House rules forbid having sex in the bedrooms, and required
everyone to sleep in their own bed. We headed off to shower and
hit the sack.

I don't know what Phil and Mom did, but Cindy and me were ready
for some more exploration before going to sleep. We went straight
for the shared bathroom between our bedrooms. Cindy held my prick
while I took a piss, then I held open the lips of her cunt as she
squatted and relieved herself. Then we were in the shower.

Cindy and I soaped up and explored every inch of each other's
body. What an erotic turn on to slide your hands over soapy tits
or watch your fingers disappear into a slit covered with soap
bubbles. Soapy fingers slip easily into assholes, as both Cindy
and me learned. The sensation and sight of having your soapy
prick being stroked is almost as good as fucking - well, maybe
not, but it sure feels good.

We rinsed, and I knelt in front of Cindy. As my finger again
explored inside her asshole, my tongue began tasting her slit. I
sucked and played with her clit, and ran my tongue over every
inch of her crotch I could reach. Finally her body went tense,
she pushed my finger out of her ass and jerked her hips away from
my face. As her orgasm hit her she again let out the sharp, high
pitched OOOHHHHHhhhhhhhh! that I first heard when she got off on
the dildo doing Tiny Dancer. When her breathing calmed down she
dropped to her knees and returned the favor.

The head of my prick disappeared between her lips, then
reappeared as she licked the bottom of it all the way to my
balls. As she licked and nibbled my balls, I felt a finger push,
then slip into my ass hole. Her mouth again found the head of my
cock, and she used her other hand to cup my balls. Using the hand
on my bag and the finger in my ass she moved me in and out of her
mouth. I reached down and held her head with my hands, and with
my balls in captivity and her finger up my ass, I slowly fucked
her mouth.

When I came, it felt like everything below my waist erupted. My
cock got more and more sensitive, and it felt like every nerve
ending of my body was in Cindy's mouth. Then I sensed the muscles
at the base of my shaft relaxing, and suddenly my rod was pulsing
as I shot my cum into Cindy's mouth. She held me immobile until
my spasms stopped. When she released me from her grip, I dropped
to my knees, and our tongues met for more exploration.

I guess we were both spent for the evening. We toweled each other
dry, kissed one more time and headed for our separate beds. I was
asleep about the time my head hit the pillow.

Phil woke everyone on Sunday morning. After breakfast we all went
swimming in the lake. After Saturday night no one had anything to
hide, so we were all quickly naked. The water felt good on my
bare ass, and there was a lot of accidental touching of crotches
and tits. A favorite sport was taking turns standing in water
waist deep with legs spread while the others dove under your body
and swam from front to back or back to front. The only rules were
that the person standing must keep their hands above the water
and the person swimming had to be under water if they touched the
one standing.

I was the first to stand. First Cindy dove from behind me, and I
again found myself captured with her finger up my ass, my balls
in her hand, and my cock in her mouth. She used the grip on my
balls to hold herself under me until she had to come up for air.

Mom dove in front of me and I again learned that balls make a
convenient hand hold to keep you under water. Her hands quickly
caressed my now erect cock, and then came to rest on my bag. As
she held herself down, her other hand spread the cheeks of my ass
and I felt her tongue travel around my asshole. On Phil's dive,
my cock was warmed for a few seconds in his mouth while a finger
went up my ass. If you ever get the chance to play this sorta
game, you'll appreciate how difficult it is to keep your hands
away from your private parts while you're under attack. The only
thing that helps is knowin' you'll get your turn.

When I dove under Mom, I practiced the hold she had on Cindy when
Cindy was kneeling in front of Mom Saturday night. I held myself
under water with my index finger up Mom's ass, while my thumb was
in her pussy. I could feel my fingers pushing towards each other
as I gently squeezed and let up with my grip.

I dove from behind Cindy. Under water I turned on my back,
wrapping my arms around her thighs while I buried my face in her
crotch. I managed to tongue her pussy and asshole before I had to
come up for air.

Phil's erect tool was too much to resist when I dove under him. I
quickly took the head in my mouth. I used Cindy's trick of using
his ball sack as a handle to move his prick in and out of my
mouth. Only the need to breath got me to stop running my tongue
around that treasure I held between my lips.

About mid morning, Mom and Phil decided we'd better quit playing
in the lake and go take our pictures if we were going to get
packed and back home before dark. Bare assed, we headed for the
cabin for the picture session.


                        PART SEVEN
                        RETURN HOME

Phil produced two cameras - a point and shoot 35 mm SLR, and a
Camcorder. After a short show and tell, we were all checked out
on how to use them, and filming began. The goal was to have both
still and video shots which would remind us of the weekend. First
he would be director/photographer, then Mom would take over.

For Phil's first sequence he had Mom lie on her back with Cindy
kneeling between her legs. While Cindy licked Mom's pussy, he had
me kneel and fuck Cindy from behind. 

He then got us to change positions so I was on my back. Cindy
knelt straddling me and put my cock back in her cunt. Mom knelt
above my face. While I worked on her pussy she and Cindy had
their tongues playing together. The whole time, Phil was filming
with the Camcorder, occasionally stopping it while he took still
shots, then returning to the video camera.

He didn't let any of us get relief before he had us change again.
This time he placed Cindy on her back. He had Mom kneel so Cindy
could work on Mom's pussy with her mouth. Mom leaned over so she
could lick Cindy's crotch.

He had me take the tube of K-Y jelly and lubricate my cock and
Mom's asshole. You can't imagine the pounding in my chest and the
tightness in my stomach as I realized I was gonna fuck Mom in the
ass while she and Cindy 69'd each other.

Phil guided my lubed prick to Mom's flower, and told me to push
gently and listen to Mom. She left Cindy's slit long enough to
tell me to push. Then again to have me stop and slightly change
position. Pushing again, I could feel her tight ass begin to
relax. I watched as the head of my prick began to be hidden
inside my mom's asshole. She again stopped me for a second while
she made a slight adjustment with her hips.

When she again had me push, my prick slid easily into her hole
until my belly was against her ass and my balls just above
Cindy's face. Urging me to fuck her slowly, Phil took videos and
still shots from all angles with Cindy's tongue in Mom's pussy
while I had my cock buried up her tight ass.

Again, he stopped us before anyone could cum. Handing the
Camcorder to Mom, he declared it her turn to direct.

My lower body was aching, and I needed relief, but this seemed
part of the plan. We were all supposed to get and stay aroused as
long as possible before any of us could cum.

Phil must have told Mom about the enema and the dildo up my ass,
and how I seemed to really like it. Her first direction had me
kneeling with Cindy's cunt under my mouth while Phil Shoved his
cock up my ass. When we were in position, I felt the K-Y being
applied, and Phil slipping a finger in and out of my hole. Then I
felt the pressure against my butt.

I couldn't tell if any of his cock was in or not 'cause of the
pain. When I told him it hurt he fingered some more K-Y on my
crack, and while I started to lick the pussy in front of my face,
the pressure started again. This time I wiggled my ass a little
and the angle of pressure changed from side to side. There were a
few twinges of pain, but suddenly my sphincter relaxed and I had
the wonderful sensation of the head of his cock in my ass. I
didn't believe it possible to go from pain to pleasure so easily.

Mom kept moving with the Camcorder and sayin' things like "great
shot. Yes, lick her there. Slowly in and out, Phil." All the
while, Phil's prick was giving me these fabulous sensations as it
slid back and forth in my butt. He was hitting something inside
me that was driving me wild.

Mom had Cindy turn around and take my leaking cock in her mouth.
No sooner had she begun to suck on me than it felt like I had to
piss like never before. I couldn't hold it, and let loose in
Cindy's mouth, but it wasn't piss, it was cum. Instead of
erupting and pumping, it just flowed as Cindy swallowed it all.

I had got off, but not the normal way which was still to come.

Mom had us switch so she could get shots of me and Cindy licking
Phil's still erect prick. We ran our mouths up and down his stiff
shaft, stopping at the head to let our tongues play before one of
us slid a mouth over it's head. Then we let our tongues swap
juice again and slide back down to his balls.

I wanted a shot of Phil's cock in Cindy, so Mom had him lie on
his back and with her back to his chest, Cindy squatted on his
erection while Mom took shots with the camera and I got the
action with the Camcorder.

It turned into request time. Cindy wanted shots of Mom sucking my
cock. Then Phil wanted Cindy to kneel and bend over while I
fingered her ass and cunt. Cindy decided a shot of me sucking
Mom's tits would be nice, so we obliged. Finally, filming was
declared finished. It had to be, there was no one to operate the
cameras.

Mom had pulled me to the floor while I was sucking her tits, and
gently pushed my head down to her crotch. I hungrily began to
lick and suck her pussy. Cindy maneuvered me around so Mom and I
were lying on our sides, kinda at right angles. Cindy then lay
with her head at my ass, and jacking up my leg she took hold of
my stiff cock and pulled it back between my legs. She held it
there as her mouth wandered from the head of my cock, to my
balls, to my asshole and back again.

Phil positioned himself so he could wash Cindy's crotch with his
mouth, which put his cock right in front of Mom's face. We lay
there trying to suck each other dry until I finally came while
Cindy was licking my balls. My cum all over her face must have
set her off, and we had a chain reaction. Cindy let out her
little orgasmic whoop, and I felt Mom's body stiffen under the
assault of my tongue on her clit.

She must have come up for air then, 'cause she too let out a long
moan of pleasure. Phil fired about then, I guess, since Mom ended
up with cum all over her face too. Then we were all hugging and
kissing in a confusion of mouths, tongues and cum. When we were
all breathing normally again, it was time to dress and hit the
road back home.

Cindy and me again had the back seat, but this time there was no
talk of later. We spent the trip home with my fingers in her
crotch, and her hand in my pants gently rubbing my cock which had
quickly found new life. The weekend's activities had taken a bit
out of me, so I wasn't too quick to go off. Actually I came in my
pants and all over Cindy's hand about two miles from home.

During the ride, I learned that Mom and Phil belonged to the same
club. Cindy had joined too. Something called the Bi-Monthly Club,
which meets monthly. Go figure! Anyhow, Mom, Phil and Cindy all
agreed that I should join and go with them to the next meeting. I
quickly agreed when they explained that the meetings were like
our weekend, only different.

When Phil dropped us off at our house he told Mom that he and
Cindy were planning a new game for four to play, and he'd call
Mom during the week.

Once in the house, I headed for the bedroom to change my cum
soaked underwear. Mom came in about the time I was stepping out
of my shorts. She did what Moms everywhere do. She helped me
clean myself up.

I can't wait for us to go over to Phil and Cindy's to see our
pictures and play their new game. You better believe I'm looking
forward to my first Bi-Monthly Club meetin' too.

I mean, like, It's already been a fantastic spring, and it's just
startin'!

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