Chapter 12

"Well," said Gwen, dimpling coyly, "you're not bad, you know! For a cop!"

Her blue eyes shone gaily, as she lit two cigarettes and passed him one.

Henri Lageuele found his fascination and attraction for this blonde Hippie increasing every minutes. She was so passionate, so skillful!

"Tell me more," he said, taking a deep and contended drag on the cigarette, "how did you come to leave the farm?"

"Oh," she replied. "Well, that's a long story."

"I mean, when did you come to Canada? Did you go to college, or what? How did you get to be a Hippie?"

"Oh, my parents moved to Canada three years ago," she answered. "They live in Montreal now. My father got a job in engineering, and they got rich pretty quickly. I always liked Canada, so I came here with them. I lived at home for a while-" her voice fell a little, "until I couldn't take it any longer. My brother and I both moved out last year."

"Do you just have one brother."

"Yeah. He lives near here. I see him a lot, still, we're very close. In fact," her eyes gleamed wickedly, and her dimples deepened, "I'd hate to tell you how close!"

What did she mean? Did she really mean what it sounded like? Lageule felt his prick revitalizing at the very tone of her voice.

"Tell me!" his whisper was almost urgent.

"Oh, you wouldn't really want to hear," she said with a teasing grin, "I'm sure it's bore you ... "

"Were you-are you-??"

"Lovers? In a manner of speaking, yup. Do you really want to hear?"

Lageule took a deep drag of his cigarette, and nodded his head vigorously.

"Well," began Gwen, it all started a long time ago, of course, before I knew any other boys. As I told you, since we lived so far out on the farm, I didn't have many friends. When I was about fifteen-or fourteen, I guess-I naturally started to get very interested in boys.

"The only trouble was, I didn't know any of them. Oh, I would say Hi to them at school, and they'd throw snowballs at me, and all that sort of stuff, you know-but I was never able to get to any of the school dances, or anything like that-. For one thing, my father was very strict, and anyway, we only had one car, and it was just too embarrassing to be picked up by your father at ten o'clock at night. The dance would only be beginning! So I stayed home, rather than having to face the humiliation; I just pretended the dances bored me. Which wasn't at all true, of course.

"So anyway, I didn't know any boys. My brother was sixteen, I guess, and he didn't know any girls either, for the same reasons. He was luckier, though, because there was one family that lived on another farm only a mile-and-a-half away (a short distance, comparatively)-and they had a son, Willy, who was a year older than my brother. Unfortunately, the Gilberts had no daughters, so I had to play with my brother Bob, and Willy Gilbert. When they'd let me, that is.

"They had built this tree-house thing in a field a long way from our house, and they had put up a tent on top of the platform, so it was really private. At first I wasn't allowed near it, and they would sit together and read comics and stuff, and probably play with each other. If I so much as came near the tree, they pelted me with old candy-wrappers and other junk.

"Then one day, when it was really quiet up there, and I wasn't even sure they were there, I managed to climb all the way up the steps without their noticing. I crouched on the edge of the platform and peered cautiously through the tent-flap.

"What a sight! I almost fell off the platform! It was the most arousing spectacle I had ever set my eyes on!

"They were both utterly naked, and they were sprawled on their backs. Their bodies were all sweaty, and I could smell the odor of beer. And something else too ... which I was able to guess at. I had never really seen a man's cock before, not, at least, in the state that Bob's and Willy's were in! They were huge, colossal, mammoth! They both stuck up in the air, and the skin was all tight and straining, and their pricks bobbled with a life and strength of their own as the boy's hands played with them. My brother was pulling and tugging on his meat, his face set ferociously; and Willy's two hands were moving frantically up and down the oily length of his huge dick.

"I must have gasped at the sight, though I was too aroused to pay attention to the noises I made: all I could think of was the itchy heat in my cunt-and I had to shoot my fingers down under my skirt to plug them into the gaping hole of my snatch.

"My fingers found the tingling bubble of my twat. and probed themselves far into my hot vagina; and I was wiggling and squirming on the prong of my own hand by the time I realized that the two boys were looking at me.

" 'Weeelllll,' said Willy in a teasing drawl, 'Look at the Kid Sister!' " 'Boy, I should be ashamed of her,' said my brother Bob, but his tone belied his words. He sounded proud, amused, and above all-incredibly excited. I had never heard my blase brother speak with such a quiver in his voice before!

" 'Come in, Gwenny,' said Willy, pulling back the tent flap. 'We should at least all play together!' "I hesitated; I was overwhelmingly excited, it was true, but they were in such a state I wasn't sure what they would do to me....

"But I wasn't given much chance to ponder: in a moment four hands had reached out and pulled me inside the pungent, private enclosure of the tent.

" 'Well, Sissie,' said Bob grinning, 'Let's see what you've got!' "Together they pulled off all my clothes. I felt a renewed tingle of exotic excitement as my naked body was exposed, for the first time, for the eyes of two males. I could see their huge cocks responding visibly to the sight of my soft flesh. It gave me an incredible feeling of power to see their mammoth pricks twitching in renewed delight as my body was exposed-I was doing this to them!

"I was glad, too, that I had my bra on-it was the only one I had, and I didn't always wear it. But my breasts were quite well developed for my age, and they appreciated my ample tits.

" 'Umm, not bad,' said Willy, trying to sound casual and sophisticated. But I could tell from his quavering voice that he had never seen a girl's boobs up close before-and certainly, had never touched them. His hands were fondling my tits greedily, in amazement and fascination at the way my pert nipples hardened and grew more pointed under his caresses.

"His touch thrilled me too--with every move of his fingers across my ripe, red nipples I felt the waves of pleasure driving with greater force down, down to my juicy snatch.

"My brother Bob was looking on in fascination as Willy caressed me. Willy's hands moved from my breasts down over my flat belly, my lush wide thighs, to the hot crevice between my legs.

" 'Yes!' It was a hoarse whisper, and both Bob and I had uttered it at the same time.

"Willy needed no more urging-frantically, hungrily, his hand was now groping in my snatch, exploring the delightful, and heretofore foreign territory of my teeming cunt. I was squirming and wiggling on the floor as my passion and hunger mounted, and the sight of my obvious pleasure only increased their ardor.

"Bobby was fingering himself openly now-and I watched with fascination and terrific arousal as my own brother massaged and tugged and pulled on the gigantic hard ram of his dick. Suddenly I too wanted to touch that ripe, red, throbbing flesh!

" 'Please ... I murmured almost incoherently. I was so carried away by my own urgent cravings, as I lay panting with hunger on the floor of the tree-house ... 'Please'....

"I reached out my hand and my brother moved so that he stood, or rather knelt, very close over me. I stared at his wonderful penis, taking in all the exciting details: the oiled slit at the very tip, the round, straining head, the neat rim, the long, throbbing shaft, steel-hard and covered with quivering, tightening skin-it was all overwhelmingly exciting. My hands explored it greedily, touching him everywhere, finally slipping down to fondle the twin sacs of his bouncing, tingling balls. It was delightful-and I appreciated the caressing as much as he!

"Meanwhile, Willy was still probing vigorously in my juicy, hungry pussy-and the sensations in my cunt were becoming unbearable. When he bent his head and put his mouth to my snatch, I thought I was going to explode with overwhelming rapture. I wiggled and squirmed, trying to get his whole head between my legs, if possible!

"As my excitement grew, so did my brother Bob'ssuddenly I realized that he had leaned over, and his gorgeous straining dick was only an inch or so from my mouth! The sight inflamed me, and I immediately lifted my head a little; it seemed the most natural thing in the world that I should take my brother's huge cock into my own mouth....

"He moved forward then, and shoved and thrust with all his might, pushing his burning dick deep into my warm orifice. I grabbed onto his penis with my lips and nibbled playfully with my teeth, until he squirmed with joy. Then I began to fondle and diddle with my tongue, running it all the way up the steel-hard shaft, along the bristling lower ridge, and then making playful and teasing swirls around the bulging head of his cock.

"Suddenly, I felt him stiffen-his dick seemed about to burst, it was so tight, and he flung it further and further into my mouth, carried by a powerful momentum over which he had no control; I doubled the energy of my lickings and lappins, carried by his urgency and also by the increased tempo of Willy's warm and tender mouth, buried in my snatch.

"And so it happened that we all came together, in a glorious first fuck-orgy-Bob exploded, lurching and shooting his hot come into my eager mouth, while I swallowed every burning drop of the milky liquid, and at the same time I was heaving and shuddering in my own overwhelming spasms. My legs gripped Willy's head tightly, as my passion overflowed, and his mouth received my warm outpourings of female fluids.

"It was marvelous! We lay together afterwards, friends for the first time, all our childish bickerings forgotten, in the wonder and pleasure of this new game we had discovered ... a game you can imagine that we could not easily give up after that. It became our favorite occupation, and we spent many long afternoons in that tree-house, exploring, experimenting, generally enjoying ourselves. Willy would screw me while Bob looked on, fingering himself, or I would blow them both by turns; or Bob would come into my mouth, while Willy shot into my cunt....

"The variations were endless, and so was our rapture. There was one thing, however, that we did not do for many years after that. Bob and I never screwed one another, technically speaking, that is ... somehow, I guess, the old taboos were too deeply ingrained at that time. It wasn't until much later that we were able to fully enjoy one another."