Chapter 10

When we got to the motel and Melody saw the bed, she said, “Oh goodie, three peas in a pod.”

My next shock was when we all cleaned up for bed, and Melody came out stark naked. Nude’s a mellow thing by comparison. Naked is what Melody was. Her pudenda were clean of any hair. She looked exactly like a naked young girl.

I pointed at her pussy, and she looked at me and said, “Are you surprised, Bill?”

“I think I am amazed.”

“He he, I have been shaving it for a year now. It drove Ruben crazy.” Ruben was the guy her Dad kept finding on the farm with her.

“I growled at the name.”

She said, “I had to do it so Daddy would let me move in with you guys. Look, I still have my cherry.”

At that startling statement, she sat on her bed with legs splayed wide open. Inside her diminutive little beaver was her hymen, pink-white and totally intact.

Wendy said, “Oh goodness. You tricked Mom and Dad. They thought you were screwing Ruben. It was all a big scam, you hussy.”

Melody pointed at her hymen and said, “Clearly, that’s proof that I’m not a hussy. I have been saving my cherry for an extraordinary guy. Know who he is?”

Wendy said, “Then what have you been doing with Ruben?”

She said, “I give him BJ’s, and he licks me. It feels especially nice to me, but I don’t think he knows what he’s doing. I don’t care. It was an ends towards a means situation. I mean to sleep with your husband.”

I said, “You men a means towards an end, don’t you?”

Melody said, Nope. I meant what I said. I had an ending in mind, so I used the means toward my goal. It worked too.”

Wendy said, “You probably could have just told Mom and Dad. They would have let you go to Florida for a vacation and never returned.”

Melody said, “I tried everything I could. Daddy likes having his little girls around. He loves us, and I love him, but the minute I saw Bill, I knew he was ‘my’ man. I will give him ten babies when I get old enough, just like Mom did.”

Wendy said, “He already has a wife and a girlfriend. She’s pregnant with his baby.”

Melody said, “I know, but does she LOVE him?”

Wendy said, “In her own way, she does. It’s complex. She was brought up super religious, and she’s shy and introverted. Her ex-husband was a mean S.O.B. She’s like a wounded dove. She needs us, and I wanted a baby, so she’s providing babies for us. You will grow to love her. She’s sweet and caring. I have never heard a mean word out of her mouth. She is also twice your size, so watch out for her. She may sit on you.”

Melody said, “Ha! I know where to goose a girl.”

By now, we three were in bed, me in the middle.

I thought I would kiss Wendy and go to sleep. It had been a long day. The drive from Chattanooga and the boisterous evening. I also had no idea how to handle a naked nubile girl who seemed to crave my body. Her leg was thrown over mine, and she firmly pressed her little non-fuzzy self into me.

With the deep kisses from Wendy, plus the constant attention I was getting from Melody, I’d sprouted a big hard-on. It’s like the two of them had practiced this maneuver. Wendy slid up and mounted my face as Melody slid down and took my pecker in hand.

I felt Melody licking me and bobbing on my glans. Yep, she’s done this before. Somehow I didn’t mind. She’d learned a good life skill.

I concentrated on pleasing Wendy. When she’s perched on my face, I am comfortable just being there with her. I savor the moment. I licked and sucked and got my hands on her firm titties as she rode me. Melody, for all her trying, didn’t get me off. Not once had she deep-throated me.

After a while, I started playing between Wendy’s ass cheeks at her little hole. I managed to mumble “Someday” through her pussy.

Wendy said, “Never, you pervert!”

We both laughed as she started groaning loudly in earnest. This was the rough part. She would grind her cooter on my mouth. I would end up with rug burns on my lips, but it couldn’t be helped. Meanwhile, someone had shifted around, and she was sitting on me with my cock bent painfully over. She ran her bare slit up and down my pole.

After cumming Wendy said, “Switch!”

In a few moments, I had Melody’s little bare twat on my face, and Wendy had mounted me in reverse cowgirl. Oh, that was much better. I had to hold little Melody up so I could get a close-up. Goodness, what a pretty little sight. She must have shaved today, as I felt no stubble. I was happy. Wendy had worn out my lips.

Wendy had laid forwards towards my feet and bounced her bottom up and down on me. I could feel her hunch into me firmly at the end of every down low bounce.

Oh shit, oh shit. I tried to hold out. I was oozing cum into her. She was drawing it out of me. I could not say a word with a pussy covering my mouth. I did squeak out a couple mfft-mfft’s through Melody’s pussy as I squirted my cum heavily into Wendy. I felt her clamp on me as Wendy came right along with me. So good, so good.

I snuck a pinky finger just inside Melody’s rosette. She jumped hard at my rude intrusion. As she started to quiver and quake, she shrieked and yowled as she got off. It’s positively glorious to have a young girl perched on your face as she twitches and jerks. She’s having an obviously excellent cum.

She had not quite been in time with us. I had somewhat developed the ability to cum on demand with Wendy and even Shannon on occasion.

Wendy stayed mounted on me. I stayed hard enough that we stayed together.

Melody turned around and started to kiss me. Where Wendy has full lips, and Melody has small lips that are energetic. She knew how to use her tongue too. Her tongue snaked inside my mouth and was everywhere. Shit. It’s like her tongue is a crazy thing. I felt my cock drooling inside Wendy. I started moving my hips to add to my sensations.

I pulled Melody away for a few minutes to get my mouth on her little nubbins. That feels odd. I pulled back to look. Her soft little cones now end with a round swelling on the tips. They look like half a ping pong ball is glued onto the ends of her titties. A tiny bump at the end indicates where someday her nipples will arrive. I sucked on one puffy titty and the other as I lay there in nirvana on the verge of cumming again.

Wendy, the wench, knew just how easy to ride me, so I prolonged my sensory overload. I had my hand between Melody’s legs frigging her to beat hell.

I must have been doing something good as the squeaking from Melody started up. Wendy, not to be left out, started pounding her cunt on me. I held out as best I could. Melody was now in her throws when Wendy clamped down on me hard. I came the hardest I ever had in my life before.

Oh god. This was what it was supposed to be like. All the hard work over the years while learning how to hold my orgasm back. To prolong my ecstasy for her and me. The fulfilling experience of being with two horny young women deeply in love with you. Sisters. I am fucking sisters.

Besides the ping-pong swellings on Melody’s titties, when I frigged her, I felt her outer lips had swelled up to beat hell. I was looking forward to dipping my wick into her. I wondered what that would feel like. Wendy was tight and well-muscled down there, while Shannon was softer and cozier. What would this new pussy feel like? Her tiny titties and her dominant style of kissing already had me floored.

We took turns showering in the little tub-shower thing. The shower allowed the weak A/C to cool us off, so sleeping was comfortable. Later I had to get up and turn the A/C down a bit. All we had on the bed were sheets. I never use a motel blanket or cover. What do people do on top of those covers? Ick! They rarely wash the covers.

We had a hearty breakfast at a large family restaurant. It seemed everyone in town knew Wendy and Melody. They came to talk to them and find out who I was.

When we got to the farm, Frank, their Dad, took me around to look at everything they had. It answered a lot of questions about them. It had been their family’s farm since the mid-1800s. He had about 30 acres in grain to feed the hogs and chickens, ducks, and turkeys.

He had pasture set aside for the steers. He bought two every year from a neighbor. At the end of the second year, he took them to be processed for the family table.

A spring on the property supplied the steers and the goats with what they needed. His goats were a milk goat breed. He kept several nannies and a buck. Male baby goats were castrated. Most new goats ended up in the soup pot.

So they raised hogs, chickens and other birds, goats, and steers for the family table. They own the farm outright, so they paid for seed and tractor maintenance. The farm equipment was old but well-maintained and reliable. They were up to their asses in eggs. They kept over 100 hens to provide enough chickens for the family. Most roosters were plunked into a stew pot when big enough.

A large garden supplied veggies. Every vegetable imaginable was grown and preserved. They had ample fruit and nut trees to provide for the family.

The fruit trees added apples, peaches, pears, and red cherries to their table and storeroom. The women put up all the garden and orchard products. It took a lot of physical work, but they did pretty well. Frank worked at a local feed and seed place. Everyone pitched in on the farm.

I grew up in a farm area but was not involved in farming myself. My Dad worked in town. I had friends who lived on farms, so I knew broadly about farming. Enough to decide the army was better. Florida is hot and nasty in rural areas. The bugs reign supreme in the country.

Over the next two days, the kids showed me how everything operated. They were a happy and proud family.

Susan, their mom, took me aside for a talk.

“Bill, Melody is a good girl. We cooked up this thing with Ruben so her Dad would let her move down with you guys. She’s set her heart on you. With Sharp women, that makes it a done deal. It’s not a matter of if. It’s when. She will be one less person for us to feed and clothe. We know she will be safe and cared for with you. I see you care for her already. I understand she will be the third gal for you. Are you up to that?”