Chapter 20

Bill an Me ... an everybody.

The obligatory orgy. Part One: Foreplay.

Megan said, "What can I do do help?"

Bill and Mina opened their arms, enfolded Megan and hugged her too.

"Ooh" Megan moaned, " ... this is comfy ... I like it ... c'mere DD. Get you some of this."

DD was welcomed with open arms. Hugs ... and caresses and little strokes of hands in hair were soon shared. DD's thin blanket fell and a hand meant as an innocent caress of the cheek traveled a trifle too far and DD had a nipple, already forever stiff because of her interesting piercings, stiffen even more. Evidently it was Megan who was the caresser because she said,

"Wow! That's so ... kinky, DD." Megan ran a more deliberate finger over the nubbin. DD moaned, reached for Megan and kissed her ... a thank you kiss that deepened with each passing moment.

Megan kissed back. A new experience, a new thrill.

Girls kiss, they always have ... it's not in passion ... it's friends. Guys shake hands, slap backs, even punch shoulders ... it's friends.

Megan was still fingering that erect nipple with the gold collar exposing the areola ... permanent puffy tits ... puffy like Megan's but Megan was sixteen, puffy areola with surmounted nipples are a fairly normal situation in younger young women ... they are sensitive ... and they have a direct connection to the inner thighs.

Megan's finger, tracing that so hard nipple, also had a direct route to the inner thigh ... Megan's pussy got slick ... a little ... not enough for wet panties but a little ... damp ... just enough to be interested.

DD, however was rapidly turning into a swamp. The room suddenly 'smelled good.' Mina noticed and got a little damp herself.

Megan felt ... itchy ... she knew the feeling well ... she'd had that itch scratched by a 13 year old when she was 12 ... and a half ... it was a regular thing ... until her ovaries deposited an egg and she KNEW it was only a matter of time until she performed the reason for her presence on earth ... motherhood.

Childhood taboos ... Christian teaching ... and a mother who had very good reason to distrust philandering males, she married one ... it took forever and a bundle of cash to correct a bad choice, recommended she cease and desist having male assistance to scratch that itch from the inside and resort to fingers and occasionally, a salad vegetable.

She had persevered. Mother said ... the PILL ... at sixteen. She carried condoms in her purse and made a trip to a pig farm where she learned, no matter how squeamish it made her, to 'nut' a pig ... the 'nutter' knife, a evil looking, hooked affair, resided in her purse next to mom supplied condoms.

Her sixteenth having passed, she was rather proud to have learned to control herself and had remained, not a celibate, but un 'thrusted' for the past one thousand, two hundred seventy seven, almost seventy eight, days. Not that she was counting.

She gave excellent hand jobs. Her mouth was accustomed to the taste, texture and odor of male sperm ... when in 'heat' she loved it. She just didn't 'put out.'

Megan's unoccupied hand slid up to caress her own hardening nipple. Mina noticed and captured the bra covered but free breast.

I'll tell you this ... men, boys, do not know how to treat and tease a feminine mammary ... they have to be taught! Girls know what feels good, they have the same equipment, and curiosity is an excellent teacher!

Megan's bra and neatly folded blouse were resident on the chair next to DD's bed. 'When did That happen?' she wondered ... much, much too late. DD had moved from gently caressing Megan's nipple to trying to swallow it whole. Mina had the other one. Megan's hands were busy in DD's smooth shaven mound.