Sharing Secrets

By NAMB

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Copyright 2022 by NAMB all rights reserved

Sharing Secrets

It might have been the most cliché setting in the world, but there I was parked at The Ridge pulled off in the tree line with my girlfriend Mary Beth. I found one of the few open spots overlooking the city. Everybody for generations knew this is where kids went to “make out.” Aside from a small amount of underage drinking, there were no criminal activities going on. Everyone worked to keep it that way. We even refrained from littering. Fortunately, the cops had better things to do than to roust the people just for hanging out. If we were out here behaving ourselves, then we weren’t somewhere else getting in trouble.

I’ve known Mary Beth for almost all my life. She was a neighbor, our families were friendly with each other and we went to the same school. Even though she was a year behind me in school, we were almost two years apart due to the way the school system used birth dates to determine school start dates. Nonetheless, since we lived on the same street, we often walked to and from school together at least in the early years.

As we got older, we wound up hanging out with other friends divided mostly on gender lines.

I lost track of her the year she stayed on in grade school and I went on to middle school.

By the time she caught up with me again, I noticed that she was not quite a little girl anymore. For the next two years I watched as she transformed from being a female child who played with dolls to a young adult with the potential to charm young men.

I allowed myself to be charmed and we started dating when she was in the 8^th grade and I was in the 9^th. That was over a year ago, and we are still dating. I’ve dated other girls but Mary Beth was special to me. She was physically attractive enough but other girls would win the beauty contest.

MB, as she likes to be called now, has a different kind of beauty. She’s an intelligent, active, quite the athlete and very confident girl. Chronologically, she was a bit young for me, but I could not afford to let her get away. Besides, she was a lot more mature than her age indicated.

Our early dates were rather boring particularly since we had to depend on one of our parents or friends driving us. Once I got my license, they became more interesting.

We had been “car dating” for several months and things were getting serious. Many of my friends were older than me and I heard enough about their “conquests” to know that I was far behind when scoring with the opposite sex. I certainly didn’t look at MB as a sex object, she was much more than that to me, but having sex with her was something I wanted to do. I think she’s interested too.

We started slowly with hand holding, the hugs, the kisses. The kisses became more passionate – something SHE initiated, and now I was feeling up her breasts. She still had her blouse and bra on, but it was a major step and it was getting me hard.

The ultimate aim, of course was intercourse, but I was willing to take it one step at a time. This was a perfect time to escalate.

I took her hand and moved it to my crotch. I put her palm on it and she grabbed the bulge in my pants. “You’re doing this to me,” I told her.

“I would say that I was sorry, except I’m glad I have this effect on you.”

“I was wondering if you could do something about that.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Would you be willing to give me a blow job?”

“I don’t think we’re ready for that, yet.”

My heart sank. Then she started to rub her palm on my pants.

“Stop that,” I said. “You’re going to make me cum.”

“That would be quite messy in your pants. Why don’t you take it out and I’ll give you a hand job.”

I was glad she suggested it. There was a certain thrill having her take the initiative. I liked it when she did that.

Now that she suggested it, I realized that I had not thought this eventuality through. While I have frequently masturbated while sitting in front of a computer, I had never done so while sitting in a car.

I knew that simply taking it out of my zipper wasn’t going to work. I tried that once and it chaffed terribly. I had to get my pants down.

I undid the seat belt. I undid the belt on my pants and the button and lowered the zipper. Then I raised my mid-section and struggled to pull both the pants and then underwear down over my knees.

It was quite an ordeal, one that MB must have found funny judging by the full gale of giggles coming from her.

At first I got upset; it kind of ruined the romantic moment, but then when I imagined what it must have looked like from her point of view, I started to laugh too.

Occasionally we got into awkward situations while making out and wound up asking each other, “Can we do this without laughing?” Sometimes the answer was “no.” In this case, it put me at ease a bit as much as I wanted a hand job from MB, I was extremely nervous about it. I was concerned that I might not be able to perform and that would be extremely embarrassing.

MB was a nice enough girl that she would not make fun of me, but still, it would not do my male ego much good.

I felt like I had to explain my actions, “This gets kind of messy.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“Well, I’ve never actually seen a boy do it, but us girls talk. About a year ago, I was at a sleepover and one of girls’ older cousin was there and she said she’s seen it and she described it to us.”

As we were talking, I managed to get myself naked at least in the right places. My penis was rigid and sticking straight out in homage to the girl sitting next to me.

It was quite dark and I’m sure MB couldn’t get a good view of it. Nonetheless she saw enough to say, “That’s huge!”

My ego liked the compliment, but I wouldn’t be as generous with my assessment. I’d seen other boys in the locker room, and some of them were larger than me. However, they were not erect, so that wasn’t a true test.

She went on to explain, “Having just sisters, I don’t get to see them that often. In fact, it’s been quite a while since I’ve seen a real one.

Back in the first grade, three of us girls Katie, Nancy and me got to see Jimmy Small make pee. He lived down to his name; he was really small,” she ended with a giggle.

“That’s because he probably wasn’t erect.”

“It also probably had something to do with his being only 7 years old at the time. You’re more than twice his age then.

My friend Pam has a baby brother. She changes his diaper all the time. Sometimes it sticks up. That’s when it’s time to duck; it means he’s about to spray pee all over the place.

Do you get hard when you have to make pee?”

“Usually not. In fact when it’s hard it’s difficult to make pee. That happens almost every morning. I wake up hard and I have to pee.”

I couldn’t believe how casually I was having a conversation with a girl about my penis especially when it’s out there right in front of her.

She then moved her hand back on my penis. “Ewe, you lied. You made pee.”

“That’s not pee. Wipe a little up with your finger.” She took a swipe with her finger and my penis and whole body jerked. I knew then that the fuse leading to the eventual ejaculation was very short.

“Smell it, does it smell like pee?”

“No.”

“Spread it around your fingers. Does it feel like pee?”

“No, it’s slippery and sticky all at once. What is it?”

“It means you’re making me excited. I leak that stuff when I get excited.”

“But we just started. I hardly touched you at all.”

“You don’t have to touch me to make it happen. It just happens.”

“All the time?”

“Most of the time, no. But if I am with a pretty girl, I get hard – especially when I am with you.”

“And you don’t have to take it out and let the girl touch it.”

“Well, if a girl touches it, it would certainly get hard. But no. All she has to do is be there.”

“So us girls can make boys hard and we don’t have to do anything except be girls?”

“I wouldn’t put it quite like that, but essentially, yes.”

“I never knew that.”

“Now you do!”

She licked her lips and went back to grab my penis.

“How do I do this?” she asked.

“Just grab it about halfway down the shaft and pull the skin over the head and pull it back down.”

She started pumping away. “You can do it faster. Also, when you get close, I’ll let you know and then pump it as fast as you can.

Oh, one more thing. Once it starts squirting keep going. I’ll let you know when to stop.”

She was only at it about a minute or two when she said, “I can’t keep a grip on your skin, it’s too slippery.”

“Then just move your hand up and down. Stimulate it directly with the palm of your hand. It’s better that way anyway.”

It didn’t take her long to get me going. I started to stiffen up and breathe funny. She asked, “Are you OK? Am I hurting you? Should I stop?”

“NO! Keep going you’re doing fine. It feels so good.”

I finally got to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore. “NOW. Go faster. Go faster. Go as fast as you can.”

She doubled her speed. She had total control over my penis which means she had total control over me. My orgasm was intense. “Keep pumping. Don’t stop!” She screeched at the first ejaculation and then kept saying “Oh my God” over and over again.

My preparation was in vain. When I do it sitting at the computer, I aim my penis away from me. However, I wasn’t handling my penis, Mary Beth was. I was spewing semen everywhere and she had it aimed so that most of it hit my shirt.

Finally, I called her off.

“Wow, that was great.” I managed to say. “I never did it that good when I do it myself.”

“You do it yourself?”

“Every boy does it. We just don’t talk about it.”

“Do you do it a lot?”

“Almost every day. Sometimes I skip a day or two and then sometimes twice a day or even more. I do it a lot when I’m particularly horny like after our dates. I don’t think I’ll have to do it when I go home tonight though.”

“I didn’t know that I was doing that to you.”

“I used to do it while looking at sex things on the computer. Now I imagine I’m doing it with you. It’s much better that way.”

That earned me another kiss. I would have liked to have kept going, but my semen which seemed much hotter than my body temperature would indicate was getting cold and uncomfortable. Also, the clock was running.

“You’re such a mess. Let me clean you up.” She fished around her purse for some tissues: first to clean her hands up and then to blot up my semen.

Fortunately, I had a couple pieces of paper towels within reach on the back seat. I had used them to wash the windows a couple of days ago.

She cleaned me up but it was almost a futile effort. As she handled my penis, it became hard again and started to leak. The cleanup wasn’t exactly complete but it was the best we could do under the circumstances.

I drove her home and I dropped her off at her front door. Normally I escorted her in and said "hi" to her mother who ALWAYS waited up for her. My mom does the same with me. I guess even at 16, I’m still her “little boy.” I just write it off as a “mom thing” and accept it.

Tonight, I did no more than stick my head in and said, “Hi Mrs. Horner. We’re back. I’m sorry I can’t stay,” and then withdrew before I could wait for her response. I did not want to go inside and explain to her mom why I had cum stains all over my shirt.

I also managed to sneak into my house without my mom getting a good look at me.

I vowed to take better precautions the next time. A blow job would have been a lot cleaner. But I think that’s going to have to wait a while.

-=o=-

My phone rang. I recognized the ring tone: it was MB. We exchanged hellos and then she said, “We can talk later, but my mom is the one who wants to talk to you. I’m giving the phone to her.”

Why would her mom want to talk to me?

“Hi Richard, I hope you’re doing OK?

“I’m fine. What can I do for you Mrs. Horner?”

“I have a proposition for you and I hope you like it.”

“I’m listening.”

“Mr. Horner and I are going to a memorial service for his uncle in a week. He died during the pandemic and this is the first time the family has a chance to get together.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I remember MB telling me about that.”

“Thank you. We’re OK with it by now.

Well, be leaving on a Friday and be gone most of the weekend. My sister Barbara will be minding the girls while I’m gone.

However, it’s the Friday that I need your help. The girl’s aunt won’t be available until she gets off work later in the afternoon. We’re leaving early and I don’t want the girls to be alone while nobody is here.

I was wondering, would you be a doll and take my girls to the water park? I will make it your while. I’ll pay for everything: tickets, money for snacks and food and even some extra for gas money.

I’d rather have my girls out in a public place than to be home alone.

You’ve proven yourself a very responsible young man and I trust you. I’ll feel better if all of you are together. There’s safety in numbers.

I realize that it won’t exactly be as much fun as a date since Hannah and Emma will be tagging along but it’s still an outing.”

“I accept. The girls won’t be a problem we get along just fine.” This was true. Hannah was 12 and I was pretty sure she had a crush on me. Emma was 10 and I knew her from when she was so young that she thinks I’m her brother who lives in another house.

I get along with MB’s younger sisters as well as I would my own, if I had sisters. We teased each other endlessly and they gave back to me as good as I gave them. I truly did enjoy their company.

“Good,” MB’s mom said. “I’ll give all the details and the money the next time I see you.”

-=o=-

The plan was for me to arrive about 9. Mr. and Mrs. Horner would leave about 10 and we’d depart for the park about 10:30.

I got there on time and had a pleasant conversation the MB and her parents. In the meantime, Hannah came down in her two-piece bathing suit. She was definitely becoming a girl. She was going to turn some heads at the pool and she was making me hard. I regretted telling MB about boys getting hard in the presence of good looking girls. Had she looked closely enough, she would have noticed the effect that her kid sister was having on me.

Emma came down a bit later. She was dressed in a one-piece swimsuit with ruffles across her chest and a ruffled skirt around the waist: a very feminine outfit. She has the same pretty face as her sisters, but as her bean pole figure showed, she was still just a girl. I had no doubt that within a couple of years, that would change.

The senior Horners left and I was left alone in the living room as the girls went upstairs to get “dressed” and get their pool stuff. Hannah and Emma returned first.

As I was sitting there, Hannah came right out and said, “MB tells me she saw your penis and jerked you off.” Emma giggled.

“She told you that!”

“Of course. We’re sisters. Sisters share secrets.

Can we see it? Will you show it to me and Emma?”

“No, You’re too young. I won’t do it!”

“Won’t do what?” MB said coming down the stairs.

“Show your sisters my penis. I can’t believe you told them what we did last week.”

“We’re sisters. Sisters share secrets.”

“That’s exactly what Hannah said.”

“Well then, it must be true.”

“How can you do that? They’re too young.”

“Hannah’s definitely old enough. Don’t you recall what they taught us in sex ed? I don’t know what you boys got, but we girls got some very explicit drawings of an erect penis. She knows what boys look like.

Besides, she’s told me her secrets too. She and her friends had an experience similar to mine in the first grade.”

“But Emma? She’s only 10.”

“For any other girl, 10 might be too young, but not for her. She has two older sisters. Girls who have older sisters mature a lot faster than girls who don’t have one. We’ve been guiding her along the way. Any time Hannah or I find something out we share it with her.

She’s seen the 6^th grade sex ed books. We let her look at ours. You don’t have anything she can’t handle seeing.”

“It just seems so wrong.”

“We did it in your car. Was it wrong then?”

“That’s different. You’re by girlfriend.”

“No it’s not. The key word there is girl. I am a girl. You were able to show it to me and allow me to jerk you off. My sisters already know about it, so you don’t have to keep it secret from them.

Besides, there is a practical side to this. If you don’t show it to us now, we go to the water park and have a good time. You’ll probably be as hard as you are now for most of the day.
By the time we get back my aunt will be here. Do you think I’m going to jerk you off with her around?

Your choice is to do it now for me and my sisters, or wait until tonight when you get home.”

She was right. Whenever I was with her, I got hard. Now even Hannah was making me hard.

MB sealed the deal, “Remember the last time we did this in your car? You came all over your shirt. Also, that seemed to be a rather uncomfortable position to be in to get jerked off.

Here you can take all your clothes off so you won’t get them dirty and you can lay down and get comfortable.

So if you want to get it off at all this weekend, you’ll do it now with me and my sisters.”

Then she dangled the carrot in front of me, “I love my sisters a lot and I love anyone who does nice things for them even more. You’ve been good to them all along, but this would something extra nice.”

Then she mentioned the stick. “On the other hand, if you don’t let me do you now, it might be a long time, if ever, before I do it again.”

Then back to the carrot, “Be a good boy. Think about it. I’m home a lot on the weekend and have to babysit my sisters. Up until now, we couldn’t do it with them around. If we do it now, then we can do it again in the future.”

She had my emotions up and down like a yo-yo. Why was it that she always seemed to win every argument we had? I nodded. “OK, I’ll do it.”

I got a kiss from all three girls for that.

I felt very exposed just standing there with MB and her sisters watching me and I hadn’t even so much as taken off a single shoe yet.

I knew it was going to happen, but the embarrassment increased with every piece of clothing I removed. By the time I was just down to my underwear, I was sure I had a very red complexion.

I decided not to hesitate. My shorts were tented out. They were no longer hiding anything. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and pulled them down. I could hear a couple of gasps, but the girls behaved themselves.

I did it. I was standing completely naked, not even trying to cover up in front of three fully-clothed girls. They were staring back at me. It was a moment of silence for all of us.

MB stood up and took me by the hand. She smiled at me and said, “Come, I’ll show you where you can lay down.” She took a towel out of her bag and laid it on the rug in the living room.

“I’m pretty sure we’ll need this,” she giggled.

Beckoning to her sisters, she said, “Come on. Let me show you how this is done.”

-=o=-

MB knelt at my right side and the two younger girls knelt on my left. It felt funny being the center of attention.

"Now girls, pay attention,” she said sounding like a schoolteacher. “The first thing you have to do is get the penis hard. This is not a problem with Ricky. He says he’s always hard around pretty girls and now he’s laying here naked in front of three of them.”

Hannah and Emma giggled at being called pretty.

“This mushroom part is called the head and that’s the part we’ll have to stimulate.”

“Get on with it, sis we don’t need the anatomy lesson,” Hannah said impatiently. “We know all this stuff. The pee hole is called the meatus, the ridge with all the nerve endings is called the corona and the cleft under the head is called the frenulum. That’s the most sensitive part.”

She was right. I guess the girls got a much better education in sex-ed class than us boys did. I didn’t know as much about girl-parts as they seemed to know about boy-parts.

MB went on, “There are two ways to do this. You start by grabbing the penis about here and grab hold just tight enough to get a good grip on the skin. Then you pull it up over the head like this and pull it back down.”

She demonstrated with a couple of slow, sensuous strokes so her sisters could get a good look at what she was doing.

“Start slow and then build up speed like this.” She was now pumping about a stroke every second. She kept at it for a while and then stopped. She reached out with thumb and index finger and squeezed the head. A drop of pre-cum came out.

“I want you to touch it carefully. Wipe a bit off with your finger.”

I didn’t expect the younger girls to be touching me, but I did not want to stop the action.

First Hannah then Emma, took a sample on their fingers. Then MB did too.

“Now sniff it. What does it smell like?”

“It hardly smells at all,” Hannah offered. “It smells a little but like a raw egg,” her kid sister responded.

“Now rub it around between your fingers. What does it feel like?”

“It’s slippery!” “It’s sticky” came the separate replies.

“It’s called pre-ejaculate or pre-cum. It is used to lubricate the penis and vagina during intercourse. Us girls also leak our own lubrication when we get excited for the same reason. Without lubrication, intercourse could hurt.”

It sounded so clinical that it made me feel more like a scientific specimen than a boy. How did MB learn so much?

“Now I have a dare for you girls,” MB said. “Stick your finger in your mouth and suck on it.”

“No way,” Hannah complained. Emma objected, “It comes from where he makes pee.”

“OK then, I’ll do it if you do it. On the count of three. One ... two ... three.”

I could not believe it; each girl stuck her finger in her mouth. True, it was only a drop, but still it was MY cum.

“So what do you girls think? What does it taste like to you?”

“I hardly tasted anything,” Emma admitted.

“A little salty,” Hannah said, “but not too bad.”

“OK, let’s get on with the masturbation, shall we?”

MB resumed stroking me. She had me excited almost instantly.

“Sometimes the boy leaks precum so much, you can’t get a good grip on the skin. It keeps slipping out. So then, get your palms wet with his precum and just slide your hand up and down like this.”

My body started to stiffen and MB increased the tempo of her rubbing. She was a quick learner.

“Keep watching, girls. It’s about to happen.”

And then it did. I was glad I was laying on the floor since I was paralyzed with the intensity of my orgasm.

I lay there and almost swooned. I was awakened as first MB, then Hannah and then Emma leaned over an gave me a kiss on my forehead.

Mary Beth left me in the care of her two sisters as she went to retrieve a washcloth to clean me up.

As she was gone, Hannah asked, “What does it feel like when you do that? Your body got all stiff and your face got the funniest look."

"I don’t know how to describe it. The first time I did it I thought I was going to make pee. At least that the way it starts out. But it gets inside of me to a place behind my penis. From there it kind of follows up my spinal cord. I kind of lose control of my muscles.

Everything is so tense, but when it comes out, it feels so good.”

“If it feels good, then why did you stop?”

“I can only do so many squirts and then there’s nothing left. It doesn’t feel that good once that starts happening. In fact, it even gets painful.”

“Oh.”

“So how long is it until you can do it again?”

“That depends on how much I’ve done it before and how horny I am. I’ve done it as soon as 15 minutes after my last time but I usually have to wait about 30 minutes. The more I do it, the longer I have to wait in between.”

“What’s the most time you’ve done it in a day?”

Just then MB returned, “Hannah, stop bothering the boy!”

“It’s OK,” I responded, “She’s just curious. She’s asking good questions.” I was surprised at how comfortable I was having a conversation as I lay naked with two fully-clothed girls sitting at my side.

I went on, “The most times I’ve done it in a day was six times. I got up with an erection – I normally do so I took care of it before even getting out of bed. Then I did it again after breakfast and then in the shower.”

I noticed Emma off to the side, counting off on her fingers.

“I did it again in the early afternoon while my mom was out shopping and once again after dinner. I did it the last time that night while lying in bed.

Each time I had to wait longer and longer between trying and each time I had to jerk more and more to make it cum and each time less cum came out. I must have pounded my penis for a half an hour on the last one and almost nothing came out.

I had to take the next day off from masturbation.”

“Wow. How often do you normally do it?”

“Usually once a day. Sometimes I skip a day, sometimes I do it twice a day especially after coming home from a date with your sister.”

“So ...” Hannah started her next question but was interrupted by MB, “Come on girls. We have to get the boy cleaned up so he can take us to the water park. Enough with the cross-examination."

MB helped me clean up. I just lay there and let her do all the work. I felt like an infant in the middle of a diaper change. I began to envy babies; they don’t know what a nice thing it is to have everything done for you.

“Next time, can I clean him up?” Emma asked.

In my mind I asked, “Would there be a next time?”

-=o=-

We had a great time at the water park and it was fun playing with the girls – all of them. We got back about the same time as the girls’ Aunt Barbara.

The girls made the introductions and Aunt Barbara responded, “So you must be the Richard my sister talks so much about. She has a lot of nice things to say about you. She didn’t mention how good looking you were.”

I blushed.

Turning to her niece she said, “You sure picked a cutie.”

Turning back to me she said, “Thank you for taking care of my nieces. They are precious to me and anyone who takes care of them is OK in my book.

Have you kids eaten?”

The girls responded that they hadn’t. Neither had I. So Aunt Barbara ordered pizza for us all.

I really didn’t have a choice. Aunt Barbara didn’t just invite me to stay she told me, “You ARE staying for dinner.”

“Can he?” MB asked.

Turning to her niece she said, “Of course he can. I know it’s hard to believe, but I was once 14 myself. Enjoy the boy’s company for another hour.”

I called my mom to let her know I would be back AFTER dinner.

-=o=-

MB and I continued our dating. I was still hoping for some oral sex from her but didn’t push the issue. She pleasured me quite nicely with her hand.

It was only a couple of dates after the water park incident that she came up with a plan. As she was “toying with me” in the car to get me excited for my jerk off, she said, “My sisters want to know when they can see you again. Also it’s easier to do it at home and more fun than in the car. I have an idea how we can make that happen.”

It’s funny how heightened sexual anxiety can make a boy so open to suggestion. I was not in a condition to object.

MB finished jerking me off and we returned from the date. As usual, when I did not have cum stains on my shirt, I came in to have a few words with her mother.

“Mom,” MB started, “Is it OK if Rick comes over on Saturdays?”

MB’s dad worked in a plant with two shifts: one shift had four 10-hour days, Monday through Thursday and the other had three 12-hour days Friday through Sunday but got paid for 40 hours. MB’s dad worked the second shift.

Her mom worked from 9 to 5 as a cashier in the local supermarket on Saturday.

So the three girls were alone in the house from about 8:30 in the morning until about 5:30 at night.

“I don’t know,” the woman responded. “Richard is such a nice boy, but I’m not sure I like the idea of having a boy in the house with you three girls while nobody is here.”

“MOM! What do you think is going to happen? Hannah and Emma are here. Even if Rick and I wanted to do something bad, don’t you think they’d tell you? Besides, there’s safety in numbers. That’s what you always say.”

I decided to jump in, “Mrs. Horner, if I may. MB is right, but in addition to that, I can drive Emma to her swimming lessons so she doesn’t have to take the bus and even tutor Hannah in math.”

“I wouldn’t want to put you out. Emma is not your responsibility.”

“But she’s MB’s sister so she is important to me. Besides, I can also take MB and Hannah to the Rec Center. We’ll find something to do. It beats staying here.”

“It would be nice for Emma. Swimming practice sometimes ends late, and she misses the bus and has to wait another hour for the next one.

But I wouldn’t hear of you spending money on gas to take her there.”

“How much is the bus?”

She told me the fare. It was expensive.

“Each way?”

“Each way.”

“So how about I take half of that. I doubt that even on a round trip I’d burn even as much as a pint of gas – probably even less. It wouldn’t even wiggle the needle on the gas gauge. So, the money would more than pay for the gas even at today’s prices.”

Mrs. Horner laughed and turned to her daughter, “Keep this one. He’s going to make a good businessman someday.”

Turning back to me she said, “How about I offer you a job as Emma’s chauffeur. I’ll pay the agreed amount. I don’t want to have to make change’ I’ll round it up to the next dollar. You’ll be ahead of the game and so will I and so will Emma. It’s a win-win-win.

Now as for tutoring Hannah, I appreciate the offer. The last time you helped her with her studies, she wound up with a B on her math test. That was just short of miraculous.”

“There was no miracle involved. Like the rest of your daughters, Hannah’s a smart girl. I’ve found that there are a couple of ‘math tricks’ that once you learn them, everything falls into place.”

“But I can’t afford to pay you for the lessons.”

“I’ll do it for a free lunch.”

“What?”

“I’ll probably eat lunch while I’m here.”

She laughed, “You win! Tell me what you like, and I’ll make sure the ‘fridge is stocked with it.”

MB and I looked at each other. We won!

I left and she gave me a kiss at the door. “See you tomorrow at 9 AM.”

-=o=-

I arrived at my appointed time and Hannah greeted me at the door, still wearing her pajamas. The top couple of buttons were undone, giving me a fleeting glimpse of her breasts. Yes, she was coming along nicely.

“Come on in. MB is in the kitchen and Emma’s still sleeping. I have to get her, or she’ll miss the show.”

I got to the kitchen. MB was already dressed in shorts and a top.

“Would you like some coffee? Have you eaten yet? I can fix you a quick breakfast if you like.”

“I’ve already had breakfast, but coffee sounds good.”

She poured me a cup and we sat down.

“We have this all figured out,” she started.

I thought, “We? Who we?” It must be her and her sisters. I wondered how long they stayed up last night planning the events or if this was all part of a larger plan laid down a long time ago.

She went on, “You’ll get naked when you arrive and then I’ll give you a handjob.

Emma’s swim lesson is at 11:30 so if we leave at 11:00 we’ll have plenty of time.

We can do things at the rec center while she’s swimming and then grab lunch and do something else.

As long as we are back here about 4:30 we’ll have plenty of time for me to give you a second hand job.

You can handle two in one day, can’t you?”

I just nodded.

“Good, why don’t you get naked and when you finish your coffee we’ll go in the living room and get started.”

As I stood up and took my clothes off, Emma entered the kitchen still rubbing her eyes. She yawned and said, “This is worth waking up to. Is there anything to eat?”

“You can have breakfast after I finish giving Rick his hand job. If you weren’t such a sleepyhead, you’d be up and ready to go.

I finished my coffee and MB took me by the hand and led me into the living room followed by the now skipping Emma.

“Hannah, come on down or you’ll miss it.”

“One more minute,” came the cry from upstairs. Within the promised minute Hannah came down, now dressed in a halter top and short skirt. My penis twitched to greet her.

“Before you get comfortable, get a towel from the wash.” MB directed her.

The stage was set as before and MB smiled at me as she looked down at me. “Relax honey, we have all morning.” With that she grabbed my penis with a certain delicacy that she never exhibited before.

By now she had given me at least a half dozen hand jobs – all but one in the cramped confines of the car. I would never turn her down but doing it in her living room was far more convenient and comfortable.

She didn’t clamp her hand down like she did in the car. Instead, she ran her hand up and down the shaft tickling it rather than rolling the skin back and forth. She “drummed” her fingers on the underside of the shaft as if she were playing a tune on a piccolo.

This was a totally alien feeling for me. MB always had a more delicate touch than I did. I was like a brute, pounding my fist and beating my organ into submission. Her touch was lighter, more feminine and perhaps that’s why I enjoyed her hand jobs more than when I did it myself.

This time was more tantalizing than that. I could feel each of her fingers as they bumped gently over the head.

The World Book of Records does not list the record holder for the hardest penis. But if it did, I am sure that I was a contender to break it. I have never felt it this tight before. It was so full of blood that I was sure it weighed a pound.

I felt the twinge of a micro-ejaculation, the first of many, that must have accompanied the leaking of my pre-cum. Suddenly MB’s hand was slippery with the substance.

The lubrication transformed the experience into something deeper. There was the novelty in the newness of the sensation. Never had my penis experienced stimulation of this nature. My penis was becoming more and more the center of my conscience existence.

Mary Beth’s control of my organ had a narcotic effect on other parts of my body. It started with a numbness that manifested first at the farthest toenail and pinkie that slowly, like certain paralyzing venoms, made its way towards the center of my body. Hands, feet, arms and legs slowly detached themselves from the reality of the world around me.

My consciousness was driven into my core and a brain so sotted with dopamine that it’s only remaining function was to concentrate on pleasure.

All sense of time vanished. There was only this moment. All that existed was MB’s hand and my penis and a waning consciousness. The rest of the universe vanished.

Eventually, I became aware of the onset of the ejaculation. It seemed distant and faint. It was like a thunderstorm on the horizon where one could barely hear the low rumbles of the tumult. But like the approaching storm, it slowly grew in its intensity until like a dark, ominous cloud it loomed over me and then I was enveloped.

MB had, through the manipulation of her talented hands, prepared the path of least resistance for the orgasmic lightning to strike. Then, with startling suddenness, a clap and a bang, my orgasm struck.

It started deep inside the pit of my stomach, racing in two directions: one towards my brain and the other towards my penis. Those few nerves not already paralyzed by MB’s touch were now firing with bolts and flashes of sheer pleasure.

As intense as I felt my orgasm, I also felt that I was detaching from my body. Whoever called this “the little death” was accurate.

I was suspended in blissful stasis as MB continued to pump my organ.

Wave after wave of electricity danced along my nerves. Like a drum beat, they pounded on my brain. Then, as slowly as the onset of my paralysis overtook me, it retreated. Eventually I was whole again, exhausted and laying on the floor.

I became aware again. I recognized first Mary Beth and then both of her sisters. We were in her living room. It was Saturday and I was naked.

-=o=-

“Emma, be a doll and fetch a washcloth. We have to get him cleaned off.”

The girl scurried off and returning said, “Can I do him, sis? Can I clean him off?”

MB looked at me. I was too weak to resist any suggestion, so I just nodded.

Emma did a good job and I enjoyed her touch. She may have spent more time wiping my penis clean than was necessary, but I could not blame her.

Eventually. I was strong enough to sit up.

“How about you stay naked until it’s time to take Emma to her swim class?”

Again, I was not about to argue.

After another cup of coffee and some recouperation, it was decided that I help Hannah with her math lesson.

MB addressed her. “Emma and I will cover for you. We’ll do your chores so you can concentrate on your lessons.”

“Thanks a lot, MB.”

“Hey that’s what sisters are for. Us girls have to stick together.”

I joined Hannah in her room while the other two girls were busy with laundry, vacuuming and other work around the house.

We sat at her desk side by side with the math book open to her current lesson. I began explaining things to her.

It started with her putting her hand on my knee and gently stroking it. I suppose I could have stopped her then, but I was too weak-willed. I was under the girl’s power. Whatever voice in my conscience that should have told me to make her stop was muted.

She took my passiveness as consent, so she started moving her hand up my leg, grazing it with her finger nails and tickling it as she went.

I was having a tough time explaining her lesson to her. I don’t know why I even tried. A fragment of my detached brain told me she wasn’t paying attention to it.

Finally, she grabbed my now, re-erected penis.

“Stop that,” I said weakly protesting.

She kissed me and said, “I’m the only girl in this house who hasn’t touched it today yet. I want to feel what my sisters felt.”

She gave me another kiss, this one prolonged and very passionate.

She wrapped her fist around the organ and started pumping it in earnest.

Once again, I was losing it.

Then a voice cried out at the door. It was Emma. “MB come up here. Hannah’s doing it to him!”

Mary Beth arrived moments later. Instead of the scolding that I was expecting to get for allowing her sister to do this to me, she laughed.

“Hannah, you slut,” she said mockingly. “You couldn’t wait, could you?”

“Forgive her,” MB said to me. “My sisters were begging to let me let them masturbate you themselves.

I was going to talk to you about it, but it looks like my sister jumped the gun.

I know you like my sisters and that you would do anything for me.”

Still talking to me but glaring at Hannah she said, “BUT it would have been nice to have your consent before they started playing with you.”

I did not want to admit that Hannah sort of did have my consent. All I could say was, “She didn’t hurt me and it felt good.”

“So you’re OK with my sisters playing with you?”

I nodded. “I’m OK with it if you are.”

I got another three kisses for that statement.

“Are you ready to go again?” MB asked.

I nodded again.

“Good. I got a better idea. Lay down on Hannah’s bed with your feet on the floor. The girl who is doing it, in this case, Hannah, will sit on a chair between your legs. The other two girls can sit on the bed on either side of you. We’ll be more comfortable that way and we’ll be able to see better.

Hannah then proceeded to stroke me. She wasn’t as good as MB, but I had to remember that this was her first time. She was more than good enough and still better than I could do myself. I would not turn down a hand job from her any time.

So for the second time that morning I was having my cum cleaned off my body by a girl. This time MB did the honors herself. As she was wiping me she asked, “Do you think you’ll be able to do it again this afternoon before my mom comes home? Emma will be disappointed if she had to wait until next week.”

“It might not be as good. Hannah and especially you pretty much milked everything I have now out of me.”

“I understand if you can’t but it would mean a lot to me if you would try.”

I knew I would.

-=o=-

We had our trip to the rec center and then visited a nearby park just to take a walk and enjoy the weather. Conversation ranged from books, to movies, to music, to games and to school. There was no mention about the activities earlier that day.

We got in the door and I surprised and amused the girls by immediately removing my clothes without being asked.

We grabbed a bit of a late lunch and watched some TV to kill some time.

On the one hand I wanted to recharge as much as I could after the strenuous ejaculations administered by the two older sisters only hours before.

On the other hand, I figured that with those draining discharges, it would take me longer, so I did want to leave enough time before the girls’ mother came home.

Eventually I wound up laying on Emma’ bed after ejecting a small menagerie of stuffed animals.

I did not have high expectations for this masturbation. It was the third of the day, and a little girl was at the controls. I quickly learned that there is no correlation between a girl’s age and her ability to jerk off a penis.

The Horner sisters seemed to have a knack for masturbating boys. I could imagine how happy Hannah’s and Emma’s future boyfriends are going to be.

Emma’s hands were tinier than her sisters, but she used them skillfully. She did not seem to be as good as MB – again there was that experience factor – but she did seem to be better than Hannah.

I really did not know how to judge. With MB there was also a psychological factor – she was my girlfriend. Even with Hannah there was some of this – we were both attracted to each other.

On the plus side for Emma was the age difference. She was so much younger than me: nearly half my age so the embarrassment factor was larger. This was contrary to conventional wisdom: boys were supposed to be better than girls and younger children were supposed to be under the control of older children. This was the world turned upside-down.

-=o=-

This was the way things fell out for the rest of our Saturdays. I got to cum three times at the girls’ hands. The girls realized that the strength of the ejaculations decreased as more and more were produced and that a girl had to work harder to cause one if she were further on back in line.

The girls had the solution to that. The girl who masturbated me last on one Saturday had “first dibs” on my penis on the following Saturday with the previous week’s “middle sister” moving to the last slot.