Chapter 6
TEEN-AGE TROILISM
Teen-aged troilism (sexual activity involving three persons) is another common occurrence during adolescence, and for very good reasons. Not only is it another form of experimentation, a means of finding sexual pleasure through a variety of methods, but it frequently is a case of one individual giving another the courage to do what he is afraid to do alone.
This does not refer to three girls or three boys getting together and experimenting with each other, in what might be called group masturbation sessions. It consists of two persons of one sex, the third being of the opposite sex, and while a certain amount of masturbation is sometimes involved, that is the least significant form of sexual behavior put into effect. My experience with young people indicates that in such threesomes the most common arrangement is for two boys to pair up and find a mutual sex partner; girls pair up less frequently in their search for single sex partners (that is, for a single partner for the two of them).
Quite frequently the practice of troilism by an individual will continue over an extended period, especially if he has such severe inhibitions that he cannot seek a sexual partner on his own. More frequently, however, only one or two such excursions are necessary to give the teen-ager the knowledge and courage that he needs to then go out on his own.
It is obvious that troilism of this sort can serve a very positive purpose, and that in many cases it is actually a form of therapy that brings the individual strength and peace of mind that he would not otherwise have. The sexually inhibited person can be a totally unhappy and unsuccessful individual; he can develop severe emotional and social problems. Such a person, through troilism, may find the necessary courage to achieve sexual satisfaction and, therefore, a better adjustment in his total life.
This does not deny that there are some persons who can find sexual satisfaction only through troilism. There are such persons. Alone with an individual of the opposite sex, they are literally incapable of entering into and completing sex acts of any type. But that type of person is very rare, and especially so among teen-agers; troilism is, instead, merely another form of experimentation, especially helpful during that age when the adolescent is tryto find out what life is all about.
Gerald H. is a sixteen year old boy, tall and good-looking but extremely shy, who found transfer from masturbation to normal sex through troilism. He described the process:
When I think about all that happened, I can see how it happened. My folks, you know, were not very up on things. They were old-fashioned as all get out. And to tell the truth, I don't think they were very happy with their own sex life. Anyway, we just didn't talk about sex-it was one of the
"dirty" words that you don't use. And I was taught from Day One to be modest-not to let anyone see me. With all that, when I started developing I had all kinds of funny feelings. I mean ... well, I was getting hair between my legs, my prick was getting bigger. I ... I was just real conscious of what was happening, that's all. And I had these other kinds of feelings. Wondering about sex and all.
You can't help notice, you know. Some of fie kids say it's because your glands are going to work, they're making you sexy. I don't know if that's the reason or not, but I saw other kids developing, including the girls with their tits and all. And I took more notice of adults ... of women's tits, the bigger kids' cocks, the way they bulged in their pants. I listened to what the other kids talked about.
Well, the first thing you know I was thinking about a lot of things, and it kept giving me hard-ons. Then I found out it felt good to masturbate, so I did that. The two fit together: I'd think about sex things, and I'd end up masturbating. It seemed like the bigger my prick got, the more I masturbated.
My folks still couldn't come right out and talk about sex, but they did a lot of beating around the bush. My old man mustered up the courage for us to have a "father and son" talk, but all he did was mix me up a little more. He told me, briefly, that boys and girls developed, that they were tempted to mess around, but that they shouldn't do it. There was all kinds of trouble if they did.
You may not believe it, but I was sixteen and still all I'd done was look at girls, I'd never even kissed one. Hell, I was almost afraid to talk to them, let alone do anything else. And the rest ... I died a thousand deaths every day in gym, having to strip naked in front of the other kids and shower. I'd do my best to keep my prick hidden, as if they were all interested in that! As if they were all just waiting to look at me!
This new kid moved into the neighborhood, into my class at school. He was almost the same age as me, and he was one of the quieter kids, too. We seemed to just automatically drift together, I guess because we were both quiet. But then when we got to know each other better it turned out it was more than that-it was as if we'd known about each other silently. Anyway, we did get to know each other better, and finally one night he was staying all night at my place. He seemed just as willing as I was for me to turn out the light before we undressed to go to bed-it was that dumb! I couldn't even undress in front of another boy!
Sometime during the night I woke up. This other boy was still asleep, but he had rolled against me; his prick was real hard, and it was pressed right against my butt! Man, it was so warm feeling it almost burned my skin. But more than that, he had his arm around me, and he had hold of my prick. And it was hard! I laid there having all kinds of feelings, dying and liking it and everything all at once. For some reason ... holding my breath, scared silly, I reached around and got his prick and got it between my legs. It was pressed up against my balls, and it felt real good between my legs there. Then I took hold of his hand and moved it up and down on my prick a little, like it was him jacking me off. That felt good, too-somebody else's hand there instead of mine, even if it was mine on top doing it. I wished he'd wake up and was afraid he would, both at the same time. He never did.
I think I must have known-or hoped-that if we had enough chances something would happen. I don't think I was completely sine what that something would be, but it was there. Anyway, I started getting us staying at each other's house as often as possible, and after a couple of times I got real brave. Just after we'd gone to bed I started asking him if he'd ever done anything about sex. Well, one thing led to the other, we ended up with our hands on each other's cock, and we finally jacked each other off. Man, that was messy, but it was an icebreaker! After that we could talk about sex a lot easier, and we even messed around with each other in different positions-you know, like our pricks pressed together between our bellies and screwing to a finish that way, him doing it between my legs and then me between his, things like that.
Well, we both admitted that we would like to do something about girls. We talked about it. About how we thought you'd go about it, what it'd feel like, all that. I think that had something to do with it-I mean, the more you talk about something, the more you just have to do it. We even started talking to girls more and more, sort of building up to something.
This other kid did it first. He went out and got himself a piece of ass! Oh, it wasn't quite that easy ... He took this girl to a show, one thing led to another, and she happened to be a pretty experienced girl who liked to play around, so they ended up doing it. It was more her doing than his, but he'd done it-he'd poured his meat to a girl! And he'd really gone for it, he told me it was great, I just had to do it. The only trouble is, saying you want to do something is one thing, doing it is another. Just the thought of even approaching a girl with something like that in mind still scared the hell out of me.
My buddy took the reins in his own hand. He took this girl out a couple of more times, screwed her both times, then he got this idea that he didn't tell me about. One night he said we were going some place, and when we got there, there she was!
Sixteen years old like us, a nice-looking girl, and while her tits weren't the biggest in the world, they were still nice-like a couple of headlights in her tight sweater! They started necking a little, and I felt like a fish out of water. Like a third wheel. I mean, it was sort of embarrassing-they were kissing like crazy, he was feeling her tits and all, and she was playing with his hard-on through his pants. I tried not to look, but I couldn't help looking, and I wanted to leave but couldn't. Then he's got his hand up under her skirt, it was clear up ... well, he was playing with her pussy. The next thing, he's got her blouse loose, her brassiere unsnapped, and her tits are showing all over the place. Bigger and more beautiful once they were loose, nice big nipples on the end of them. Then he pulled his face away, winked at me. "Come on, pal, give her a kiss or two!"
I ... Well, hell, I ended up kissing her, and not only kissing her but feeling her tits at the same time, even moving my head down to kiss them. My buddy was busy at the same time; he had pulled her skirt off, and he was up between her legs. What he was doing there with his tongue was really firing her up; she was kissing me all the juicier just because he was driving her insane down there. The first thing I knew ... Well, we stripped, all three of us, stark naked, and I'd forgotten all about being bashful. I was too damned hot to worry about it. He got busy between her legs again, I straddled her, and she took my prick into her mouth. What she did with that! Licked it, kissed it, slid her mouth up and down on it, and playing with my balls all at the same time. I'd never felt anything like that, it was really great. But there was something I wanted first ... pussy! I wanted to feel what it was like to get my prick up inside a girl and "do it."
Well, with my buddy lying there beside us, playing with her tits as best he could, his hard-on pressed up against her side, I straddled her. I kissed her on the mouth again, and rubbed my prick all around there, and it really felt good. Then she laughed, told me to roll over on my back. Once I was there, she did the straddling; sort of half-sitting, she had her pussy right over my hard prick. She took hold of my prick, pulled it straight up, then slowly lowered herself. I felt the head brush through the hair and come to the flesh, to those two lips, then it started pushing through-man, oh, man it sank into her inch by inch, and it sent real shivers through me to feel my prick disappear into her warm, wet hole. Then she slid up and down on it a few times, and that almost sent me into orbit! I started doing my own fucking, rearing up to bury it in her, dropping-ass, rearing up again. Meanwhile she pulled my buddy in front of her, his legs straddling me, and she went to work on his prick with her mouth while I kept screwing her. She started helping; started sliding down to meet me as I drove up, and all the time sucking away on his cock and playing with his balls. Man, when I shot I thought the end of the world was coming. She shot, too; I could tell from the way her cunt was acting, from the way her butt was sort of squirming around, and I felt our hot jizzum merge and come seeping out around my cock and drip down me. My buddy shot off, too, damned near falling off his feet.
Well, it was out in the open, we could really talk about it now. But more than that, I felt great-I'd gotten over that horrible hurdle. Man, I'd been with a girl with a hard-on, I'd fucked her, and nothing but good had come of it. Who said sex was bad, sex was trouble? Man, my old man had fed me a lousy bill of goods. This was nothing but great!
I still couldn't go out on my own. I dunno, even screwing her that way, I still couldn't get the courage. I had the feeling that if my buddy wasn't along to get it started and keep it going, I just couldn't do it. So that's the way we worked it. The two of us would go together, we'd see a girl we agreed on, and he'd go to work. It didn't always work, but it did often enough; the three of us would go someplace and have a ball. Then little by little I started taking over, showing some of the initiative, like ... well, like there'd be something I'd think I'd particularly like to do, so I'd push for it. like ... well, maybe I'd be in the mood for a good screwing, so I'd tell him to just lie aside-I'd jack him off while I screwed the girl. Or maybe I'd want a blow job from her, she'd do it to me while he was busy between her legs.
Finally, after several times of that, I decided one night to try it on my own. Of course, it was sort of a cowardly try-I mean, I didn't go looking for a new girl, I went after one we'd had together-but I went after her, I talked to her, and I screwed her!
Gerald had gotten his sea legs! Through troilism, he had lost his inhibitions and fears, found himself as a sexual being, and developed courage. From there he moved on to a healthier development because of it. For him it was filling a definite need when that need might not otherwise have been filled.
There are others, however, for whom troilism is just a matter of circumstance-a situation arising, the opportunity for new experimentation, new excitement, and they plunge into it from that standpoint. Karl Y. was an example of that. A strong, pleasant seventeen year old, he told the following story:
I'd done all right, you know: I mean, I'd gone the route. Played with other little kids when I was little-and I mean played with each other's sex parts along with toys and games! When I got older and found out what it was all about, I jacked off for kicks, and even did a little of that with other kids around the neighborhood. There was five or six of us, as a matter-of-fact, who used to go swimming a lot at a place where we swam bare-ass, and just as often as not, from all the horsing around that went on, we'd end up with a gang jacking off party!
I was about fourteen, almost fifteen when I got my first piece of ass. There was no big deal about it. This girl and I went out, we played around a little, we both got hot pants, and we fucked. It was as simple as that! When a kid's kissing a girl and feeling her up, squeezing her tits and even getting to her pussy a little, and when she's feeling his hard-on up against her, well, if they don't end up with their pants down and him sticking it to her, there's something the matter with 'em, I'd say! And because I happened to like it-I guess I have a pretty hungry sex-appetite-I turned into a little bit of a pussy chaser. I mean, I had to have a little every week or so or I was beating my poor meat half off!
I don't want to sound stuck up, but the truth is, people seem to like me. Besides that, I'm pretty well hung, and it shows through my pants-I guess I even make sure that it does. I don't wear shorts, Frinstance, and I get my prick and balls arranged so there's a good-sized lump there. The girls look at it, I know that-and some of the older women do, too. So that was my next excursion into the finer points of sex. I guess up until then I figured that was it-you know, kissing a girl's tits and all while you're pouring the meat to her. Straight sex, the kind mama and daddy do, the kind that makes babies if you're not careful. The way the hygiene teacher hinted-a boy has a prick, a girl has a cunt, that's two and two and you add them together to get the answer, which happens to be a guy's prick up the girl's cunt.
There was this woman who did housework around the neighborhood. She was about twenty-eight or thirty, a widow, and she was doing that to make a living-I guess until she could get herself another man. Anyway, she cleaned our house once a week. We'd done a lot of talking, and one time ... Well, it'd been a hot day, I'd played football with some guys, so I went home in the middle of the afternoon to take a shower. I'd just stepped out, hadn't even gotten hold of the towel, when the door opened and there she was. "Oh!" she says. "I didn't know you were in here!" But she didn't move. She just stood there and looked at me, concentrating on my utility department. I couldn't help but notice that, and I couldn't help but notice that she wasn't bad looking. I guess I'd just taken her for granted before. Now I was seeing a good set of tits straining against her dress, and a nice hip section. The kind that makes you think pussy country might be real great. So there we stood, staring at each other, and old Junior starts getting ideas. He starts stretching out and getting hard, lifting his head and saying "How dee do!" to her. I only had about six or seven inches at that time, but that seemed to be enough to fascinate her!
Well, you can guess what happened. Into my bedroom we went, she got stripped down, and I'd been right. Those tits were mighty fine once they got out in the open; cute little nipples that stiffened under your tongue. And a pussy that was out of this world. Man, I was kissing her tits and playing with that pussy, having myself a time, getting it all warmed up and juicy so that Junior could find his way home. Then she's kissing me on the mouth and she's got hold of my cock, stroking it, loving it with her hand, and I'm waiting for her to stick the head down in her crack, getting it into position so I can start driving it home. But she doesn't do that. All of a sudden she pushed me over with more strength than you'd expect a woman to have; I'm on my back and she's turning around. She's got her pussy in my face, and before I even come to she's sucking the hell out of my prick. Got my balls in one hand, got her mouth over it, and just giving it one hell of a nice time. Well, I'm smelling nice stuff there, that pussy I thought I had all warmed up for Junior, and there seemed to be only one thing to do. I did it.
I got hold of her ass end, two handfuls of nice, firm buttocks, and I started lapping up cunt. She had her legs spread nice, so I could really get at it. Licked all round, licked up and down that slit, dug my tongue in a little deeper. Got my tongue stiff, ready for the plunge, but she beat me to it; feeling it creeping in, she shoved herself down clear over it, burying my face in pussy and pussy-hair. Then, me lashing my tongue around in the sweet, dark cavern, her sucking away on my cock, her tits hot against my belly, she fucks on my tongue while I'm rubbing her ass and feeling this great surging in my prick. All of a sudden she's quivering under my tongue, and juice is spewing! At the same time I'm fucking up a storm because I can't help myself, then I pushed off the bed, ramming my prick halfway down her throat, and I shoot like I've never shot before. Glory hallelujah, who ever said sex was a guy shoving his prick up a girl's cunt? This was sex, man, this blast off was like none I'd had yet.
Needless to say, these girls I'd been going out with before, those nice little pussies I'd filled with myself, were in for a few surprises. They found out what it was like to go at it that way and most of them went for it. One girl said she liked it even better, my prick had been big enough it had sort of hurt her before, but this way we both got off our jollies with no pain. Lots of sweat but no pain. So I added that to my repertoire-and every once in a while switched over to it from straight sex.
Well, I guess you've gathered that I like sex, I'm real interested in it, and I go for anything that makes it a little more exciting. I'm game to try anything at least once, and if I like it I keep using it. So one day....
Well, let me back up. This housekeeper I talked about. She hadn't been satisfied with one flop in the hay. She told me later that she had actually been half sex starved since her husband died, and when she'd seen me naked she just couldn't help herself. I guess once a woman's had prick she wants it more than some woman who's never had it. Anyway, she had her housework to do, and it would have been taking chances to screw around at my place anyway, so after that I went by her house evenings every once in a while. Any time I wanted. I didn't take any mushy talk, I'd just show up, we'd strip and head for the bedroom and a jolly har-de-har time. But she liked variety, too, so we did some straight fucking, more of the other, and I even got her dog fashion a couple of times. But then one night she came up with a brilliant idea. "Don't think I don't like you and your prick," she said, "don't think I'm not satisfied with both, because I am, but...." But wouldn't it be kind of fun, she asked, if I brought a friend along some time? Some boy we could trust to keep his mouth shut (that is, not to talk-hell, he couldn't have kept his mouth shut during a sex scene if he'd tried). I thought about it, and it seemed like it had plenty of elements of kicks ... so I agreed, and I started looking around for the right boy.
This may sound stupid, but I really checked them out. I mean, after all, if it was going to be a fun party, everything should be as perfect as possible. So I started casing the guys in gym, giving all their cocks the going-over, trying to figure out which one would get the hardest, the biggest, all that. Listened to them, too, to find out which ones had been around the most, which ones really had a nice sex interest. I finally settled on a good-looking kid named Jerry, got him aside, got the conversation around to sex, and then broached the subject. Man, his prick stuck out against his pants, his eyes sparkled and he was hot to trot right on the spot! I cooled him, telling him I'd set it up, but I'd lay dimes to doughnuts that the idea had gotten him so excited he went some place and beat his meat.
Anyway, I set it up, and that evening friend Jerry-equipped with a hard-on from the minute I met him-and I went to this woman's house. She let us in, dressed in a practically nothing housecoat, and stared down at his hard-on once she'd checked out his face and upper body. I could tell from the look on her face that she approved, that she was looking forward to funsies a la mode. It was pretty obvious how Jerry felt; seeing her half-exposed tits, seeing the idea of her cunt under that flimsy housecoat, he just gaped at her with his mouth hanging open and his prick wishing it was hanging out. Of course, mine wasn't like jello. "So let's get the show on the road," I said, and we did.
We hardly reached the bedroom before she slipped out of her housecoat, and there was her lovely body with no secrets. Jerry looked at those lush tits and damn near drooled, he looked down at her cunt and was ready to fuck. It was almost funny; he didn't undress, he ripped his clothes off; he was naked before I was even half finished. So they were lying on the bed making mad love, him crushing her tits into his chest and rubbing his prick all around between her legs, tonguing it to glory road with her. When I was stripped I broke it up, almost forcing them apart, not wanting them to forget that I was supposed to get in on the act. But this was all new to me, so I said to her, "Okay, baby, this was your idea, where do we go from here?"
She had her own ideas, and they were for a nice, long, constantly changing affair. We started out by me straddling her at the hips, burying my prick up her cunt as far as I could get it and thrusting it in and out as best I could from that position while Jerry straddled her further up, his buttocks resting lightly on her tits while she sucked on his cock; we switched, and that was nice, that upper-story business. Her tits were hot and nice under my buttocks, my nuts laid against her throat and chin, and she knew the techniques of tonguing and sucking until you almost went berserk. The next step was for Jerry to lay on his back, she got on her knees between his legs and went to work on his prick; I got behind her and shoved my big wedge up there, spreading those pussy lips and ramming it to her dog fashion. Man, I almost popped my cookies on that one, but she knew when to pull away at just the right time. But we were hot, all of us, hot, and the jizzum all built up and dying to burst out, so she got between us, one of us lying on each side, and while I kissed her mouth Jerry played with her tits, and she jacked us both off to a finish.
She cleaned us up with a wash rag, we rested a few minutes, then we started out again. This time she got between my legs, lying half on her back but with her hips turned so her cunt was exposed, and while she went to work on my prick again with her mouth Jerry went in for some between-the-legs munching. It was a little awkward, but I could get hold of her tits with my hands and have a field day with them, rubbing them, massaging them, tweaking those hard nipples and wanting like hell to suck them. But I didn't want Jerry to take all that tasty morsel, so we switched positions, she went to work on his prick while I went to work on her juicy cunt. Man, she liked that tonguing, she liked being fucked by a tongue, and this time, whether she wanted to or not, she shot off, she really gave me a mouthful! You'll never believe the next position-I don't know how we managed to get into it. Anyway, Jerry had his prick up her ass, I had mine up her cunt-and I guess they were meeting inside every time we clashed! But at the same time I was sucking on one of her tits, he'd hauled the other around and was sucking as best he could on that. Munching on those beautiful titties, shoving our dicks in and out of her like a couple of thrashing machines, we finally popped again. Man, she got flooded, front and back!
That one put me out of the race. I honest to God fell over on my back and I was shot down. I couldn't have gotten hard again if the Queen of Sheba had started sucking on me. But old Jerry, he's got an active prick, he can build up load after load, and he went right back after her. Buried his meat up her cunt and romped his way to another pop-off! I guess you know, that was some scene! He spent the night at my place, and fucked out as we were we kept talking and talking about it, and he started in yelling for a repeat. Then he got hold of my meat, sort of horsing around, and he said, "You know, one thing I really was tempted to do for a while, but I got side-tracked ... I had the strongest urge to suck on your cock while I was pouring it to her. I want to try that next time."
Corny as it may sound, that appealed to me. I don't know why, I just thought it'd be something. I started figuring out how we could work it ... he'd have his big dick up her, he'd be sucking my prick, and I'd be kissing her tits. Now I was the one that was hot for a repeat ... and when it came time, we not only tried that, we tried some other things. Then from her we moved to other girls-or I should say to-girls. I guess we've had little parties like that with at least half a dozen, and when you get one going on it, they go as far out of their minds as you do!
We developed a strategy. One of us would go out with a broad, see. Sometimes it took maybe two or three dates, the warming up period, before we finally got into her pants. But once she'd see how lovely that could be, if she hadn't had a hunk of meat poured to her before, we started in whetting her interest in the other. like you'd just shot off into her, see, you'd rolled over on your side. So you'd take her in your arms, press your limp cock against her leg, and mess with her tits a little more, maybe give her pussy a little more attention, then you'd start in on ... oh, like, "You ever think what it'd feel like to get a guy's prick up this sweet thing here and at the same time have one to work with your mouth?" Something like that to get them interested. Sometimes they went for it right away, sometimes you had to screw them a time or two more, but eventually you could set it up-then the three of us would get together and it was party-time! And once they'd done it, they were ready for it again!
Then too, the girls themselves helped us. You know, girls talk about sex just as much as boys do, so these girls we'd gone the three-way route with, they'd go back and tell their girl friends about it. I can just hear them. "Last night the best thing happened! I got two big cocks at the same time! Honest! I took one up my pussy, the other one in my mouth!" The other girls, they'd get all interested
... we even had a couple of them hint around to us, so we took them on. That kind of stuff, you just wouldn't pass up the chance.
I don't know if I should tell you this or not, but-well, what the hell, I've told you everything else. You know, kids are interested in all kinds of sex. You just can't help but be. Hell, I'll bet even the churchy kids think about it, might even sneak around and do it. Anyway, old Jerry and I, when we hear about something new, we want to try it. So this time ... Well, one of the other kids told us about being in town, some guy started talking to him, ended up taking him to his place and giving him a blow job. Hell, we knew what blow jobs felt like-we'd given each other blow jobs, girls had worked on us-but there was something about that that seemed sort of exciting. I mean ... well, like maybe getting a blow job from a queer would be different than getting one from someone else.
Anyway, downtown we go, down to where this kid had said ... a movie house. We separated, sat at opposite ends of a row of seats. You see, this kid had said the guy sat next to him like he was watching the movie, started feeling him up. It happened, just like he'd said. Some guy sat next to me, a fairly young, not bad looking guy. Next thing, his knee's against mine, then sure enough, his hand is in my crotch and he's got hold of my prick. When it gets hard he plays with it all the more, even unzipped me and stuck his hand inside. So when he wants to leave, I told him sure, but I had a buddy I wanted to have go along.
He was hesitant, scared-like for a couple of seconds, but then he said it was okay. We went up to his place and Jerry and I drop our pants. When he sees those two hunks of meat sticking out there he's really out of his mind, can't figure out which one to go for first. He finally decided on Jerry's, got him on the bed and started in on him. Then all of a sudden it seemed to me, why couldn't this be a threeway? So I felt the guy's ass, got hold of his balls through his pants, his cock. Hell, man, that was enough. I stripped his pants off him while he was still working on Jerry, his old butt was sticking up there nice and pretty as you'd like. So with Jerry getting his dong worked over, I rammed my prick up this guy's tight glory-hole, and I really banged myself off a piece! The guy liked it. We hung around. When we'd rested up enough we went back at it-in reverse. Me lying on my back and getting a really skillful blow job, Jerry shooting his rocks off up the guy's brownie.
It was all right, it was kicky, but the girl stuff is still the best.
Betty R. and Susan L. were an example of the rare occasion when two girls will form a team that sets out to initiate a troilistic situation. Betty was sixteen, Susan seventeen; both .were relatively attractive, with fine young bodies-although Susan had larger breasts then Betty, and from the onset had had more experience. Susan was also the procuress, if we care to use that term. She reported:
Both Betty and I had had affairs with boys; we both started fairly young. One night we went out on a double date, but for some reason Betty's date pushed the panic button when it got around to sex. I guess he was young, inexperienced, and scared. Anyway, he took off. Betty was going to leave when it suddenly dawned on me that it might possibly be fun if she joined my date and I.
Fun! That's putting it mildly. This boy was fit to be tied, having himself a ball trying to love us both up at once. When we finally got stripped-which didn't take long-the fun really began. But also, when I saw the size of his cock, I wasn't about to give it up to anyone! He started for my tits-the boys always do that-and Betty started playing around with his cock. Well, I let her have a little fun with it, then I got things the way I wanted. That meant that I was in the cock-and-ball department, and it was up to Betty to take care of other things the way she wanted. She was kissing him, he was mauling her tits, and I was sucking away on him-ut I wanted that thing in me, not in my mouth, so I slowly pulled up, got situated, and then slid down over it. Oh, God, I love the feeling of one of those big things sliding up into me that way! I guess that did things to him, too, because he let go of Betty's tits, grabbed her by the hips, and the first thing you know she was straddling him-and while I enjoyed myself sliding up and down the flagpole, he tongued her to a screeching orgasm. We had ours together, a pretty wild one.
We did that occasionally thereafter, having found out that it could really be enjoyable. But we found nice things about our own bodies, too-I mean, about each other's bodies. You know, neither one of us would have been lesbian, we would have been violently against any lesbian trying anything with us, but with a big cock in the middle of the action, a boy's mouth, it made things different. I guess you're just keyed up, your sensitivities higher than a kite-anyway, before long while one of us was screwing, while the other ,vas getting a tongue job, we found real pleasure in fondling each other's breasts, even in kissing each other. Especially when it came time for an orgasm; her shooting all over his mouth, me creaming as he rammed his pole into me and creamed, and our mouths almost welded together in French kisses. Things that would have been awful otherwise were beautiful, desirable, love Liking it, we perfected it. I've been tempted to write a book, maybe even illustrating it, on the different ways of having sex that way. For instance, along with what I've already told you ... well, imagine a girl on her knees, the boy comes up behind her. He slides his big prick between her legs, runs it around there; she reaches back and guides it to her entrance, then he slowly and beautifully thrusts it in, inch by inch! The other girl straddles her back, and the boy leans down to take her pussy into his mouth, to love it, lick it, then start running his tongue in and out of it, playing with her tits at the same time. Or one girl sucking the boy off while the other girl goes down between her legs-because we found out that that could be pretty nice, too.
We found out that chairs can be as helpful as beds. For instance, the boy sits, or slouches, in the chair. One girl can get between his legs and have full access to-that lovely cock-and-ball department while the other girl straddles the arm and thus gives him full access to her cunt. Or one girl can sit in the chair, the other half-sitting on the floor in front, and he can get his prick up the one while he's got his mouth in cherry-land on the other. There are all sorts of variations, it's a kick to try to figure out new ones.
You might not think boys would go for this kind of thing, but they do. They might be a little hesitant, a little awkward at first, but once the action starts they forget all that. Well, the minute we start in on them they do, but when they see two girls stripping down they're just about beside themselves ... so if they'd held back any, that's all forgotten. Pricks go to full attention, and Betty and I, the Do-Some Twosome, go into action. That sets the boy off, and away we all go. Titty-rump, titty-ump, titty-rump-rump-rump and away!
I don't mean that we don't go on solos, because we do, and we thoroughly enjoy them. I guess a person always would enjoy a good, old-fashioned fucking. But on something like that ... well, it's wild, that's all. Wild and wonderful. It's fucking with frills, and we like it.