Date: Fri, 17 Sep 2004 20:04:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Seventh Grade Bisexual Fun

Seventh Grade Bisexual Fun
by Bill

Whenever I want a great sexual daydream, I just  remember back to
September, 1974.  If I close my eyes, it's almost like I'm there
again....

Being in 7th grade sure is different.  Two-thirds of the kids in
my class here at Woodside Junior High went to different
elementary schools than me last year.  And many the kids I know
from 6th grade seem like they did a lot of growing over the
summer, and not just in height... some of the girls who had flat
chests at the end of 6th grade now have real tits!

I'm a little scared about how I'll fit in this year.   I get
along OK with a variety of classmates -- the smart kids, the
popular kids, the athletic kids, the "average" kids   but I've
always been kind of shy, and I never really fit into a clique.
This year, there seems to be a new clique -- the hippies.  You
can tell them by their clothes and hair and the political stuff
they talk about.  Some of my friends were saying that all the
hippy kids smoke marijuana too, but I'm not sure I believe it.
In history class, there's this hippy girl sitting a row ahead of
me and one row over.  God; she's totally beautiful!  A pretty
face; long straight dark-blond hair past her shoulders; slender,
but not skinny.  She's wearing a long skirt that goes down to her
ankles and a tank-top shirt that clings to her chest... and it's
really obvious she's not wearing a bra!  Her tits aren't all that
big, but they're rounded and have nice pointy nipples pushing out
against the thin material.  God!  It's driving me crazy!  Just
looking at the hippy girl has made my penis get incredibly
stiff... standing up 4 inches in my pants.  I guess I've grown a
bit over the summer too... at least down there!

At recess after lunch  I bring my lacrosse stick from my locker,
hoping that someone else will have one too.  I'm not a natural
athlete, but I learned lacrosse at a very young age and it's my
one good sport.  I grew up in an area where everyone played it.
We moved here summer before last, and hardly anyone plays. I keep
trying to get my friends interested, without much success.  I
start bouncing the ball against a concrete wall, and then I see
another kid coming out with a stick.

"What to play catch?"

"Sure!"

His name is Donny, and he went to a different elementary school
than me, but we seem to hit it off right away.  Donny and I try
to impress each other with fancy stick-work, and by the time
recess is over, it's like we're best friends.

"Hey Bill, you should come by my house sometime," he says as we
walked back into the school building.  "We have a lacrosse goal
set up in our back yard."

"You do?  Cool!" I reply.   Being able to make shots on a goal in
the backyard would be awesome.

He's a good athlete, with a strong-looking body, and he's a
couple inches taller than me.  He tries out for the football team
that afternoon after school and makes it.  Donny's good looking,
too... very masculine, with a handsome face.  I guess I'm decent-
looking.  People always say I'm "cute", but I'm not sure how to
take that.

All that week I hang out with Donny at lunch and recess, but not
after school because he's at football practice.  On Friday Donny
invites me to come over to his house the next day.  Turns out he
lives only about a mile from me... an easy bike ride.  When I
wake up on Saturday, I put on my usual casual clothes... skimpy
athletic shorts, knee-high tube socks with the stripes on the
top, and a teeshirt,  (Should I pick my Led Zeppelin shirt?
Maybe Aerosmith... or Black Sabbath.  I go with Zeppelin; it's my
current favorite.) When I get to Donny's house, his mom answers
the door tells me he's in the back yard and points me in the
right direction.  She seems cool... young-looking and dressed
kind of hippy-style.  When I go around to the back yard, I see
Donny playing lacrosse with a girl.  It's the hippy girl from
History class!  Donny's dressed pretty much like me -- shorts and
teeshirts.  The girl is wearing a jeans mini-skirt and a tank-
top,  and her hair is tied back in a ponytail.  God, she
beautiful!  Not only that, she's throwing the hard rubber
lacrosse ball into the goal with impressive speed and accuracy.
She must be Donny's girlfriend.

"Hey, Bill! Good to see ya!  This is my twin sister, Linda."

"Hi Bill.  I recognize you from school."

"Uh... hi!  Yeah; I've noticed you too."  I feel my face
blushing.  God!  Her shirt is tight against her pointy breasts
again.  Don't look down at them!

"So what do you think of Mr. Watson's History class?  Wasn't it
cool when he came in dressed up like Thomas Jefferson on Thursday
to talk about the Declaration of Independence?"

"Yeah; for sure," I reply.  "And I heard that he does the costume
thing more times during the year too.  He sure is different from
other teachers."

We chat about school for a few minutes.  Linda is so easy to talk
to, putting me at ease immediately with her friendly
conversation.  I'm not at all nervous with her like I am with
other girls... at least til I get to know them well.

"Hey, Lin," says Donny. "Bill and me are gonna play lacrosse for
a while.  So do you think you could, like... you know...." He
tilts his head toward the house.

"Yeah, yeah... I know when I'm not wanted."  She says it in a
sarcastic voice but she's grinning, so it was clear she's not
angry about Donny getting rid of her.  "See ya, Bill!"  And she
gives me a flirty wink.  Whoa!  My heart flutters in my chest.
She must really like me!

As I watch her go back into the house, I say "Your sister is
really..."  I almost say 'beautiful', but that wouldn't be a good
thing to tell her brother.  "I mean... she seems nice."

"She's OK... for a sister," he replies.

Donny and I play around with our lacrosse sticks, whipping shots
into the goal... and chasing missed shots into the shrubs.  He's
really good, but I'm almost his equal. The late-summer sun is
starting to get hot, and we're both sweating. After a while,
Donny's dad steps out on the back porch and calls to him.  He's
got a beard and fairly long hair, and he's wearing jeans and a
leather vest over a Woodstock Festival teeshirt.

"Hey, Donny!  Your mom and I are going out to the Thompson's
house for the day.  We should be back by 6:00, but we'll call if
we're later.  Be cool, man."

"OK, Dad!" he shouted.

"Your parents are awesome, Donny.  It's like they're college
students, or something!"

"Dad's a teacher at the university, and Mom is a social worker.
They're pretty cool, I guess. "

"Wow!  My Dad has a boring job that involves insurance or
something, and my Mom's just a housewife."

"Sometimes I wish my parents were more like that... you know,
normal.  Like today, they're going to visit some hippy friends of
theirs who live out in the country.  Whenever they go out there,
they come home all stoned.  They might even do stuff like acid
for all I know."

"Have you tried it?  You know... grass or acid?" I ask.  (I
certainly haven't.)

"I tried grass a couple times.  But it isn't good if you want to
do sports... and it's hard to do homework for a couple days after
you get high.  Linda likes to get high and sometimes tries to get
me to, but I just don't see the appeal."

"Oh..."  I have visions of Linda with a crowd of hippies in some
meadow, like at Woodstock... smoking grass... dancing to music...
taking off their shirts....  My mind snaps back before I get too
deep into a daydream about Linda's body.

We play lacrosse for another 20 minutes, and then Donny stops and
pulls up the front of his teeshirt to wipe his sweaty face. I
stare at his belly... it's flat and tan and even has some
muscles!  He must lift weights or do lots of sit-ups or
something.

"Wanna go inside and cool off for a while?"  he says. "We got
some Cokes in fridge."

"Sure!"

When we come into the air-conditioned house and get cans of soda,
Donny suggests we go back to his room.  When we get there, he
closes the door behind us and flashes a conspiratorial smile.

"Wanna see a Playboy magazine I got?"

"You got a Playboy?!  Cool!  Let's see!"  The closest I've ever
come to looking at dirty pictures is the bare tits on pictures of
native girls in National Geographic.  (The young Polynesian girls
are best.)

Donny digs into his dresser and comes out with a well-worn
magazine.

"I paid a guy 5 bucks for it, but it was worth it!"

We sit together on his bed as he turns the pages, quickly
flipping through the pages with no pictures and lingering over
each of the "prime" shots.  The chicks sure are better looking
than the native girls in National Geographic... buxom young women
with beautiful  faces and hair, perfect skin, and well-manicured
little patches of pubic hair.  Each picture is like an addictive
drug... thoroughly enjoyable, but making me crave more.  When he
reveals the centerfold, my tongue is hanging out.

"Christ!  Look at her tits!"  I moan.  "She's so awesome!"

"Yeah.  She's my favorite chick in the whole magazine.  Look at
this next picture, where she's playing with her nipples!"  Then
he looks at me with a devilish grin and says "I bet my sister
will have tits like that when she gets older."

Whoa!  He brought up a subject that I assumed was taboo.  But
since he had made a sexual references about his sister, I decide
to explore the issue. "Have you ever, like... uh... seen her
tits?  You know... bare?"

"Mmmm... maybe."  He gives me a sly grin that leaves no doubt
about the true answer.  This sends my imagination into overdrive.

"Did she let you... feel them?"

His only reply is a big smile and a wink... just like Linda had
given me.

"Let's get back to the Playboy," he says before I can quiz him
any more.

By now, my penis is almost painfully rigid, trapped along the leg
of my snug shorts and even tighter briefs.  As inconspicuously as
possible, I move my hand to my crotch and adjust my straining
erection so it's pointing up.  I think Donny hasn't noticed,
since he's slobbering over Miss November of 1973, and I give my
penis a couple of squeezes.  God, that feels good!  Then he looks
over at me and grins.

"I see you've got a boner!" he giggles.  I feel my face blushing.
Then he lifts the magazine off his lap to show the bulge in his
own shorts.  "I've got one too!"

"It gets that way sometimes when I think about naked chicks," I
say.  "Weird, huh?"

"Not weird at all.  Boners are fantastic!  I love to fool around
with mine."

"You do?"  I'm not the only boy who does this!  It's the first
time I've talked to anyone else about this mysterious subject,
but Donny makes it seem like it's no big deal.

"Wanna compare, Bill?  I'll show off my boner if you show yours,"
he says, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Now I'm really blushing.  I've never seen another boy with a
boner, and nobody has ever seen mine.  I sneak looks at other
boys' dicks every chance I get, like in the locker room at the
YMCA swimming pool where I was at day-camp over the summer, but
I've never seen a stiff one other than my own.  I check out my
erection all the time, of course, proud of how much it has grown.
In fact, I check it out just about every night, and I think it
looks really nice.  I'm intensely curious about what another
boy's boner looks like, so I don't hesitate for more than a
couple seconds.

"OK!" I say, and sit there passively, letting him make the first
move.

"I'll go first," he says, standing up in front of me.

He starts humming the music to the old instrumental song called
"The Stripper" as he slowly pulls off his teeshirt, doing an
exaggerated bump and grind dance.  Donny then begins lowering his
shorts, also in a slow teasing way, and kicks them off when
they're around his ankles.  I'm laughing at his antics, but I'm
also feeling intense excitement and anticipation as I stare at
his handsome athletic body, now clad only in white briefs that
clearly show the erection underneath.  He turns around and pulls
his underpants down in back to show his slender round ass, then
turns to face me again and slowly eases them down in front.

Donny's erection is longer than mine... maybe 5 inches... and
thicker.

"Wow!  You've got a nice one... and you've got hair too!" I say,
staring intensely at his crotch.  There's a sparse fringe of dark
hairs above the base of his penis.  Like me, he's circumcised,
and his cockhead glows purplish-red.  When he kicks off his
briefs, he stands naked before me and thrusts his hips forward to
show off his impressive boner.  His fingertips stroke along the
sides of the shaft, and it throbs visibly.  Then his thumb
presses down on the cock-head and lets it spring back to slap his
belly.  SWACK!

"Cool!" I giggle.

"OK.  Now it's your turn to strip,"  he says.

I stand up as Donny takes my place on the bed, still naked and
sporting a straining erection.  Doing the same striptease dance
that Donny had, I'm quickly down to my white jockies.  I have a
strange tightness in my chest... almost like it's difficult to
breath... as I slowly pull down my underpants to reveal my rigid
penis.  My 4-inch cock is totally hairless, but my balls are as
big as Donny's and in a nice dangling ballsack that hangs down a
bit lower than his.  To my surprise, Donny reaches out and does
the "spring" trick on my cock, pulling it out and making it snap
back, and we both laugh.

"Let's look at the Playboy some more," he says, picking up the
magazine and patting the spot beside him for me to sit.  He
doesn't make a move to get dressed, so I sit down next to him,
both of us still nude... both with raging boners.

This time the magazine is draped across his right knee and my
left.  As I hold one side and he holds the other, looking at Miss
November, I feel Donny's smooth leg sliding against mine.  This
is a new sensation for me... the eroticism of touching another
person... and I find myself glancing over at Donny's boner more
than I'm looking at the pictures.  I want to touch it... explore
it... but I don't dare make a move.  Fortunately, Donny reads my
thoughts and is more than happy to keep this adventure moving
forward.

"Want to feel each other up?" he asks.

"Yeah!" I almost gasp, as the word has trouble escaping my
constricted throat.

"Stand up."

We both stand and face each other, a foot apart. He reaches for
my cock, and I reach for his.
Oh, God! The electric jolt of Donny's hand stroking my penis is
amplified magnificently  by the erotic thrill of holding his
throbbing erection... longer, thicker, hotter than my own.  I'm
ignorant about jacking off, and have not yet learned the stroke
that will soon become second nature to me.  But I'm getting my
first taste of it -- that wonderful masturbation rush -- standing
face-to-face with a handsome 12-year-old whose hand is sliding up
and down my cock-shaft, lightly brushing the ridge of the
exquisitely-sensitive glans.

"Do you beat off?" he inquires.

"Huh?" is my clueless reply.

"You know.  Stroke your dick til you cum," he says.

I'm still clueless.  "I don't think so."

I'm not certain what he's referring to, but I don't press the
issue.  He stops stroking me and fondles my balls for a few
moments, so I do the same to him.

"Let's do a sword fight!" he says. I'd don't know what he's
talking about, but it becomes instantly obvious when he holds his
erection at its base and begins moving it against mine.  The
sensation of two hot cockheads rubbing together feels heavenly,
and everything we're doing is a new, wonderful experience.

"That feels so fantastic!" I gush.

"If you like sword fighting, you'll like this even better.  Stand
really close to me so we can rub our boners between our bodies.

He reaches around my waist, pulling me against him.  It's like
he's hugging me, but before I can think too much about how
strange it is to be hugged by a boy, our crotches are humping
together in a thrilling erotic rhythm.  His hands move down to my
ass cheeks as our cocks slide side-by-side, rubbing against our
smooth bellies.

It's like a dream... feeling the growing pleasure in my body...
doing something so unexpected and so wonderfully exciting.
Without thinking, I wrap my arms around Donny's body and nuzzle
my face against his shoulder... our bodies straining against each
other in adolescent lust.

Without warning, Donny pulls us both onto his bed, which we are
standing right next to.  We giggle as we bounce on the mattress
and wrestle each other for a few moments. But we immediately
resume what we were doing before, lying face-to-face, boner-to-
boner, hips urgently thrusting.  After a few gloriously exciting
minutes, he stops.

"Want me to show you how to beat off?  It'll feel awesome!"

"Yes!" I moan, not even knowing what he's going to show me, but
unquestioning in my desire to try anything he suggests.

We pull apart, and he tells me to lie on my back, with my legs
dangling over the side of the bed.  He kneels on the floor
between my legs and begins stroking my boner with a smooth and
insistent rhythm... masturbating my rigid penis with two fingers
and  thumb forming a circle.  His other hand holds my balls,
fondling them and gently squeezing.  I close my eyes and let the
wonderful sensations wash over me.  It feels great, and it just
keeps getting greater as he keeps stroking me with his talented
fingers.  My nervous system has been elevated to an entirely new
plane of existence, and now it's feeling downright weird!

"Oh, God!  That so.... God, that feels good!!"  My body is
reacting to the intense pleasure as if I had stuck my finger in
an electric socket... muscles tensing, squirming, groaning as if
I were in some terrible pain.  "Oh!... Oh!... I can't stand it!
It's too... Oh, God!  It's so...."

"You're almost there, man.  Just go with the good feelings!"

My breathing stops.  My body becomes rigid as all my muscles
contract.  A swirling force-field of pleasure vibrates from
within my penis as the circle of Donny's fingers lightly but
relentlessly brushes my cockhead with swift up-and-down strokes.
My penis is the center of the universe as the waves of pleasure
rush over me.

Finally, I reach down to stop Donny's hand.  "Too much!... I
can't take it anymore!"

"Wow, man!" says Donny.  "You had a great one!  No sperm came
out, but you had an awesome orgasm.  So that was your first
time?"

"Yeah," I sigh.  "And it was fantastic!"

"Pretty soon... maybe a couple months... sperm will shoot out
when you hit that peak, and it'll feel even better... just like
fucking a girl."

I mull over what he's saying, first wondering how it could get
any better than that.  And when I think about sperm shooting out
of my boner, and the connection to fucking a girl, it ties up
some of the loose ends of my incomplete knowledge of sex.

"So can you shoot sperm?" I ask.

"Yeah.  I do it every day... sometimes like three or four times a
day!  Did it for the first time last Spring.  I could do dry cums
before that... like you just did.... but I don't think mine were
as strong as yours."

"Can I see you make your sperm cum?"

"Sure... but I have an even better idea.  Can you keep a secret?"
he asks.  I nod my head.  "You think my sister is sexy... am I
right?"

"Well... uh... yeah.  I guess so."  I wonder what he's driving
at.

"Want to see Linda's tits?  Maybe feel them too?  Maybe even do
some sex stuff with her?"

"Well... SURE!"

"You ever play strip poker?"

I shake my head no.  "But I've heard about it.  The loser of each
hand takes off a piece of his clothes, right?"

"Yeah; that's it.  Linda and me play strip poker sometimes with
other kids.  It's really fun.  The last time there were six of
us... three boys and three girls."

"Wow!"  My mind is reeling at the image of naked adolescent sex
orgies involving Donny, Linda, and four other kids.

"Let's go find Linda, and I'll ask her."

We go down to the basement family room, and Linda is watching TV
and eating from a bowl of popcorn.  There's a scent in the air
that I guess (correctly) is the remnant of marijuana smoke.

"Hi guys," she says cheerfully as we approach.  "Want some
popcorn."

We both grab a handful.

"Hey Lin... me and Bill were wondering if you wanted to play a
little poker."

Her mouth registers a sly smile.  "Poker, huh?  You mean like the
kind of poker we played last month up at the lake, right?"

"Of course!"  he says.

Linda looks at me with mellow stoned eyes and cocks her head to
the side, as if evaluating whether I'm worthy of seeing her
naked... and whether I'm interesting enough for her to want to
see me nude.

"OK; that'll be fun!"  she says, and smiles more broadly.

Donny gets a deck of cards, and we all sit cross-legged on the
floor.  It's 5-card draw, nothing wild.  We're all wearing the
same thing: shirts, pants (in Linda's case a mini-skirt),
underpants, socks, and shoes.

The first several hands are fairly even, as all three of us lose
shoes and socks at about the same pace.  Donny is the first to
lose his shirt, and I already have another boner.  I'm pretty
sure Donny has one too.  On the next hand, Linda loses her last
sock.  She loses the hand after that too, and chooses (not
surprisingly), to take off her mini-dress instead of her shirt.
She has on skimpy little white cotton panties, and my mind
fixates on what mysteries might lurk between her legs.

When I lose the next hand, I pull my shirt up over my head and
feel Linda's eyes studying my bare chest.  She's giving me a
taste of what my eyes have been doing to her... and will do even
more intensely the next time she loses a hand.  But it's Donny
who loses next, leaving him in just his white briefs.  And he's
making no particular effort to disguise the fact that his penis
is rigidly erect.  I'm imagining what kind of erotic games he and
Linda have played together... thinking with an excited shiver
about her feeling his boner... and her playing with mine!

I lose the next hand, and I'm down to my underpants as well.  I
hunch forward some, so my erection isn't so visible.

Linda loses, and I hold my breath to see her shirt come off.  She
pulls it up a few inches until I can see the bottoms of her
pubescent tits, then lowers it.  She sticks out her tongue at me
as if to say "nya-nya... fooled ya!"  Instead, she slips her
fingers into the waistband of her panties, and slides them
completely off.  I study the light fringe of downy hair that
adorns her pubic mound... it doesn't hide her slit at all.  She
arranges her shirt so it covers up her crotch, to my
disappointment.

"Alright!  Alright!"  says Donny.  "Let's keep it going.  Your
deal, Bill.  Hand out the cards!"

All three of us are down to just one item of clothing.  I deal
the next hand, and Donny is the loser.

"Stand up and strip, big boy!  Show us that boner!" said Linda in
a laughing voice.

"I'll bet you can almost taste it.  Huh, Sis?"

"Hmmm... maybe...."

Christ!  These two siblings are incredible!

Donny does another strip-tease, similar to what I'd watched a
half-hour or so before.  After his underpants are gone, he keeps
moving his hips and making his penis bob and sway.

"Woo-hoo!" says Linda joyfully.  "Let me have a feel."  He walks
over and stands right above her, and she reaches up and stokes
his penis a few times, as I look on in excited amazement. Then
she deals the cards.  "It's down to you and me, Billy Boy!  Here
are your cards."

When we finish the hand, Linda is the loser.  She stands and
pulls up the shirt.  Ahhh... so nice.  Perfect little cones with
puffy brown nipples.  She stands up straight and proud, showing
off her beautiful body, as my eyeballs get singed from staring so
intensely.  Then, as if to drive me insane, her fingertips
playfully brush against both nipples, making the small brown tips
stand out hard and distinct from the surrounding flesh.  I feel
breathless!  I'm hypnotized.

"Well, Bill," says Linda; "you won the game, but now it's time
for you to show your stuff too."  She sits down and begins
playing with her pert little nipples again, her eyes on my
crotch.

I stand up, hold my breath, and slowly lower my underpants.  My
4-inch pre-pubescent penis is trapped by the waistband for a
moment, then pops back upright, pointing at the ceiling.

"Mmmm... you have a cute one, Bill!  Even more handsome than
Donny's."

My brain knows she was just saying that to boost my ego, but my
libido acts as though Linda is in love with me.

"Can you cum yet?"

I blush.  "No... but I did a... uh... a dry cum."  I use the term
for the first time, and my body feels a tingle as it remembers
the thrill.

Linda looks over at her brother with a twinkle in her eyes.  They
seem to be communicating telepathically.

"Do you wanna?" she asks him.

"Definitely!" he replies.

"What?"  I ask.

Linda stands up, walks up to me, and places her hand gently
around my boner.  I flinch momentarily, but then my body melts
with the pleasure of a girl's hand on my stiff penis.  "Wanna go
upstairs to the bedroom and play with Donny and me?"

My knees are weak, and Linda doesn't help matters by lightly
stroking my erection.  Finally I force out my reply. "Sure!" I
say, trying without success to sound casual.

"You can't go bragging about it to other kids... it's gotta be a
secret," she says.  "And you gotta do whatever we do.  No
chickening out."

"OK; I understand," I reply, not really knowing what I'm getting
myself into, but exhilarated at the possibilities.

"Alright, then!  Lets go have some fun!" she says.

"Shouldn't we get dressed first?"

"Hell no!  Nobody's gonna be home for hours.  Donny and me go
around naked in the house all the time when we're alone."

We go up the basement stairs and back to the bedroom area.  I
follow as Donny and his sister lead me back to what is obviously
their parents' bedroom.  My eyes are glued to their naked
bodies... their sexy asses... Linda's intoxicating little tits...
Donny's beautiful 5-inch boner.

The bedroom is like a scene out of a movie about hippies.  It
smells of incense, and there are candles everywhere, which Linda
lights with a Bic.  There are Indian bedspreads hanging on the
walls, along with some posters, and a king-size waterbed
dominates the room. We all sit on the bed, and Donny rifles
through the deck of cards, which he has brought with him.  He
picks out half a dozen cards, all spades, and sets the others
aside... then mixes them up really good and fans the six cards
for us to pick.

"What's this for?" I ask.

"To see who's first," says Donny.  When he sees that this isn't
much of an answer, he adds "Just follow along... it'll be wicked
fun!"

All three of us pick a card: me the jack,  Donny the 7, and Linda
turns over the king.

"You get to be first to get felt up," says Donny to his sister.

She giggles with anticipation as she lays down on her back, her
head on a pillow, her legs slightly parted.  My eyes scan her
body with hungry, unfocused lust.  Donny positions himself
sitting cross-legged beside her and directs me to sit on her
other side.  His hand goes to her left breast and he toys with
the nipple, making it stand up stiff beneath his fingers.  His
other hand wanders across the lower part of her body... her
belly, her leg, the downy hair that decorates her pubic mound.

"You feel her up too," he says.  "Go on... play with her tit."

My hand reaches for the other breast.  It's like I'm in a dream,
and my hand moves in slow motion.  My fingers and thumb slide up
beneath the cone of wonderfully soft flesh... then my palm slides
up across the stiff nipple.  I can feel my heart beating, and I
realize that I haven't taken a breath.  When I inhale deeply and
exhale, it's a very audible sign of pleasure. I can't imagine how
my penis can be any stiffer, but it's trying... throbbing in time
with my heartbeats.

"Want to kiss me?" she asks.

Cautiously, I lean down and briefly touch my lips to hers and sit
back up.

"Not like that!  Don't you want to french?"  she asks in a
disappointed voice.

"I don't... I mean, I never..."  My naivete is complete....  I
have never kissed a girl before.

"Like this," says Donny.  He lies down alongside her, his hand
still caressing a breast, and kisses her deeply... both mouths
open... both tongues visibly entwine.

After a minute, Donny disengages, but he remains lying on his
side, snuggled against his sister's nude body.  "Now you do it,"
he says.

I lay beside her, being careful (for some reason) not to let my
erect penis touch her body.  I bring my mouth slowly to hers.
Our lips press, and then merge.  Her tongue flicks out and teases
my lips.  I respond with my own tongue, and in an instant we are
kissing in a way I had never imagined doing... and it's
wonderful!  The taste of Linda's mouth is heavenly.  As her
tongue dances against mine and the kiss goes on and on, my
consciousness drifts away into another dimension. When kiss
finally breaks, I am as dazed as if I had just woken up from a
deep sleep.

"Wow!" I mutter.

"That was nice!" she whispers.

I become more aware of the rest of Linda's body.  My penis is now
pressed firmly against Linda's hip, and my hand slides down her
torso, bumping against Donny's as we both start to caress her
inner thighs.  I want to explore her secret place, but I'm scared
to do it.

Linda spreads her legs wider... a look of excited anticipation
glowing on her face.  The skin of her inner thigh is as soft as
anything I've ever felt.  Watching what Donny does, I move my
hand slowly up, and my fingertips meet Donny's at the place where
little pink pussy lips swell out of her slit.

"Let me teach Bill how to do it," says Linda in a breathy voice.

Donny's hand pulls away, and my fingers are alone... lightly
brushing the soft sparse pubic hair.  She places her own right
hand over top of mine, taking control of it.  She moves my hand
down... presses my middle finger with her own... making it dip
into the warm folds of female flesh.  It's so hot and slippery
and wet in there!

"Mmmm... yessss!" she purrs.

Both middle fingers -- hers and mine -- enter her, pressing
slowly and deeply into the lubricated passage.  They move in and
out in an insistent rhythm, and I feel her body tensing with
pleasure.  Then her hand leads mine up to her little pleasure
button.  She guides my middle finger in a circular motion on top
of her clit and sighs with growing arousal.  After showing me
how, Linda's hand no longer needs to guide me, and my finger
continues to massage her clit, occasionally dipping into her
pussy to bring up more of the slippery juice.

"Kiss my breasts!" she says, half-pleading, half-demanding.

I watch as Donny's head comes down to his sister's chest and his
hand pushes up on the bottom of her left breast, pointing the
nipple toward his mouth.  I move my face closer to watch.  We are
only inches apart and he gives me conspiratorial smile, just
before his tongue traces several circles around Linda's erect
nipple.  As I watch, his lips envelop the eager little nugget,
and he sucks on it.

Following Donny's lead, my lips slide over the other tit, my
tongue flicking at the stiff nub.  I'm actually sucking a
beautiful 12-year-old's sexy tit!

"Oh, yeah!" she moans, as her hand once again guides mine...
showing me that she wants to be masturbated harder and faster.

We have only been going for a few minutes, and out of the blue
Donny announces "Time out!  Now it's Bill's turn."

Linda gives a pouty frown.  "I would have cum if you guys would
have kept going like that for a while more."

"I know," says Donny.  "That's why we should change off.  Don't
you like to be really horny when we... you know."

"Yeah!" she replies, with a big smile.  "Come on Bill; switch
places with me... you get to be in the middle now."

She rolls on top of me, kisses me for a few moments, then slides
down on the other side.  Now I'm lying between these two sexually
experienced 12-year-olds, and the fun is just beginning. As they
sit cross-legged on either side of me, four hands begin to
explore my body.  My hair is stroked, my chest, my armpits, my
belly... they both start feeling my penis and balls, exploring my
erection and ballsack like scientists examining a specimen.  As I
watch, propped up on a pillow, Linda's head dips down and her
tongue-tip traces a line along the shaft of my boner... ending at
the slit at the top.  A chill runs through my entire body!  Donny
holds my cock straight up, and Linda's mouth comes down again...
this time enveloping the cock-head and swirling her tongue around
it.  Oh, God!  That's so intense!  Her wet lips slide down the
shaft, all the way to the hairless base, then slowly slide back
up again... then quickly up and down a half-dozen more times.
She sits back up and smiles at me wickedly.

Then Donny's head dips down, and he starts sucking my dick!  His
mouth is twisting all around my stiff penis, and it's
unbelievable.  I don't know how he's doing it, but it's twice as
intense as when his sister was sucking me!  My hands are
clutching the sheets tightly, my body tensing from the rush of
pleasure.

Linda's hand massages my balls as Donny sucks my cock.  Then her
fingers slide farther down... into the crack of my ass.  Then...
oh God!... she's rubbing her finger around the sensitive flesh of
my bottom hole.  Whoa!  Nobody has touched me there since I was a
little kid and my mother took my temperature with a rectal
thermometer.  But I have long known, through my own explorations,
that the nerves of my anus are as sensitive and pleasurable as
those of my penis.

"Does it feel good when I play with your bottom?" asks Linda.

"Oh... yeah," I moan with helpless honesty,  too turned on to
deny my enjoyment of the anal stimulation.

She takes her finger away for a moment, and I see her reach into
a drawer in the bedside table and bring out a tube of lotion. She
puts some on her finger as Donny pulls my knees up and back...
all the while continuing to suck me.  I quickly figure out what's
coming and pull my legs back even more.

I can't see it, but I definitely feel the initial contact of
Linda's lube-slick finger with my quivering anus, massaging the
nerve-rich flesh at the entrance, then pushing, slipping inside,
twisting back and forth.  Linda's finger slides in and out a few
times as erotic energy courses through me, making my boner throb
even harder.

But no sooner do I get into the erotic rhythm of her finger-
fucking, than she pulls out and says "OK, Donny's turn.  Hop in
the middle, brother."

"Alright!"

I'm at the peak of pre-adolescent sexual arousal and eager to
join Linda as she feels Donny's body... especially his handsome
penis.  Then she leans her head down and licks his cock-head.

Looking up at me, she says "you too, Billy; let's suck him
together."

We both scoot our bodies down so we're lying on our sides, our
faces even with Donny's crotch.  Linda's tongue flicks against
the shaft, then I do the same. As we lick the stiff adolescent
boner, our tongues touch often, and sometimes it seems we're
tongue-kissing each other more than we're licking Donny's cock.
Then her mouth takes in the cock-head and her cheeks pucker as
she sucks it.  She releases the penis from her lips, and her
tongue swirls around the glans.

"Now you do it, Bill."

I tentatively slide my lips onto the plump cock-head, already
slick with Linda's saliva.  I try to imitate what Linda has just
done... and also try the techniques that both siblings had used
while sucking me.  Wow!  I actually like it!  Donny's cock feels
good in my mouth, and I am really turned on by his groans of
pleasure echoing in my ears.  I experiment, moving my lips and
tongue in various ways.

"Yeah, Bill!  Oh, yeah; keep sucking me just like that!"

He's getting off on it as much as I did!

I try to take his boner all the way to it's base, but find I
can't take more than 3 inches because it makes me gag.  Oh
well....  I keep experimenting with this new game until  Linda
nudges me off, and her mouth returns to take over again.  I'm
jealous when she slides her lips all the way down to press
against the hairs that decorate Donny's cock.  She repeats the
move several times, taking the erection into her throat each
time.  Then her head pops up.

"Enough sucking," says Linda.  "Let's do the real thing."

"Yeah!" adds Donny.

I hope 'the real thing' is what I think it is!  I've heard the
playground talk about fucking, but I'm still totally naive.  In
any case, I'm ready for anything they suggest.

Linda lays down on her back again, her knees bent and her legs
spread.  "Donny, you go first... and don't forget to pull out at
the end."  She has a hungry look on her face, and her fingers
move to her slit... sliding into her.  She excitedly masturbates
her clit for a few seconds as Donny gets on top of her,
positioning himself between her legs.  I'm right beside them,
looking on with total concentration.  Linda's fingers switch from
self-pleasuring to grab hold of Donny's cock, guiding it to the
entrance of her slippery sex.  They both moan with lust as his 5-
inch boner slowly glides into her.

The musky scent of sex fills my nostrils as they begin the
timeless dance of carnal love, moving together, writhing on the
bed.  How many times have they done this?  How young were they
the first time?

Donny's hips are moving in a slow steady rhythm, pumping his cock
into his sister's slender adolescent body.  I watch his thigh
muscles flexing and straining.  I watch as Linda's hands wander
over her brother's back and shoulders.

"Oh, God!  Yes Donny!  Fuck me good!  Yeah... it's so nice!"

"Yeah, Lin! Your pussy is incredible!  I'm so horny for you!"

Linda's legs wrap around Donny's lower back, and it's like she's
pulling him deeper into her.  They're both groaning and
straining... it's an incredible turn-on to watch, and I'm playing
with my penis as I watch the pornographic display.  Almost
without thinking, I move my hand to explore Donny's tight butt,
caressing the smooth skin and feeling the flexing muscles
beneath.  Then my fingers slide into the crack, drawn to his
bottom hole.

"Oh, yeah," he moans.  "Stick your finger in!"

I reach for the bottle of lube that Linda had used, and spread
some on my fingers, trying to do for Donny what his sister had
done to me.  My index finger pushes into his puckered hole, and
Donny groans even louder.

"Yeah!... All the way in... do it in and out... Oh, shit; yeah!"

As my finger fucks his tight anus, Donny's hips start pumping
faster and harder, in a surge of rutting lust.

"Oh, God!  I'm gonna cum!  I can't hold back!"

Donny's erection pops out of Linda's pussy just before I feel
strong rhythmic contractions of his anal muscle. His boner is
spurting cum onto her belly as he keeps humping against her.
He's making noises like he's in pain, but clearly it's anything
but.  He collapses onto Linda and kisses her sloppily on the
mouth.

"Jeez, Donny!  I was gonna cum if you went a couple minutes more!
Now get a towel and clean your gunk off so Bill can fuck me."

I had been fervently hoping that Linda would let me fuck her, but
I don't truly believe it until I hear the words from her own
mouth.  Donny hops up and gets a hand-towel from the bathroom,
wiping it across the puddles of sticky cum on his sister's belly.

Linda practically pulls me on top of her, desperate to again have
a cock in her pussy as soon as possible.

"What should I do?" I ask dumbly.

"Just stick it in, and your body will know what to do," says
Donny with a laugh.

My boner is totally stiff, and it thrashes blindly around the
outside of Linda's pussy without finding the entrance.  She
reaches her hand down between us, as she had with Donny, and
guides me into her.  I plunge in to the hilt.  Her pussy is so
hot, soft, tight, and slippery.  The sensation of sliding my hard
penis in there is so incredible... so unique... that my breath is
pulled from my lungs.

I'm not thinking what to do... my body move on automatic pilot,
just like Donny had said it would.  My hips are thrusting in
spastic piston strokes, and my hands are pawing Linda's girlish
breasts.  If I could cum like Donny, I wouldn't last a minute.
But instead I just keep on going, in a pre-adolescent fucking
frenzy, as Linda goes equally wild beneath me.  Her legs wrap
around my flailing hips, and her fingernails are clawing my back
as she moans like a banshee.

"Fuck me!  Yeah, it's so... Oh, God... I'm gonna... oh... oh...
oh... oh... I'm cummin'... I'm cummin'... oh, shit... yeah...
fuck... uh... uh...uh...aaaaggghhhh!"

Suddenly she stops sputtering out those random pleasure noises,
and her body tenses up.  Her arms and legs cling to me
desperately as her pussy starts vibrating like an kitchen
blender, spasming all around my hard-thrusting cock.  And even
while Linda is orgasming beneath me, my hips are churning away...
sliding my 4-inch boner back and forth inside her hot love hole.

I'm feeling incredible, totally eroticized, totally energized...
but I'm not ready to orgasm.  It took 10 minutes of steady
stroking to make me cum when Donny masturbated me, and I now know
what the sensation feels like.  So my body just keeps on fucking,
my arms now wrapped around Linda, my hips never slowing.

Linda is building up to another climax, her vocalizations
signaling her growing urgency, her body tensing.  Her nipples,
hard as cherry pits, press against my boyish chest as I hug her
tightly.  Again her body is wracked by a powerful orgasm, but
still I keep on fucking her, sweating and panting, but full of
youthful energy.

I feel Donny's hands on my ass.  He's doing the same thing I had
done to him, massaging my tight round butt cheeks and sliding his
finger around my hole.  Through the haze of my fucking frenzy, I
feel the lubed finger penetrate me... fucking into me in the same
cadence as I'm fucking Linda's pussy.

Yes!... God, YES!  The extra burst of sexual stimulation is
taking me to that incredible place I had experienced back in
Donny's room... feeling like a fireworks rocket blasting through
the air, ready to explode.

My brain is focused only on the approaching orgasm... the
explosion... and I'm blind and deaf to everything else.  Linda
says later that she was cumming for the third time, but all I
care about is the wave crashing inside me... the sparklers
blazing behind my closed eyes... the wild spasming of my boy-cock
and my anus.  It's even stronger than when Donny masturbated me,
and wish it would go on and on.  But all too quickly, I collapse
onto Linda, my exhaustion finally catching up with me.  Linda is
panting in ragged gasps, her body shuddering at random times.  I
roll off her onto my back, totally spent, and feel Donny's body
press close against me.  I look into his eyes.

"So what did you think, dude?" he asks with a grin.

"Unbelievable!" I gasp.

"It was awesome," Linda chimes in, as she presses against me too.
I'm sandwiched between their two bodies, and Linda kisses me.
Then she stretches across me and kisses Donny.  Right above my
face, Donny and his sister are licking each other's tongues.
Linda brings her hand to Donny's head and pushes down... still
kissing... bringing their mouths right down to mine. Her tongue
flicks from my mouth to Donny's, and I return the sloppy kiss.  I
find myself tongue-kissing Donny and Linda at the same time, a
triangle of lust, driving away my fatigue with renewed erotic
energy.  Somehow, without even understanding how it happened, I'm
making out with just Donny, and Linda is looking on excitedly.
My hand is on his cock, and it's hard again.  I feel his fingers
working on my penis, and feel it stiffening too.

Oh, Jesus!  Here we go again!


The End
(Perhaps to be continued. Send comments to bil47_new@yahoo.com)