Chapter 6

Neither Edwina, nor Cary was ready to surrender their virtue after watching Tara and me. They still wanted to be with me like that, just not right then. We kissed and cuddled for a long time, before we all slept together. Tara chose to be on my left where she could use her right hand to play with Mr. Johnson. Edwina took my right and settled down to sleep almost before the light was out. And Cary lay on top of me for a very long time before taking a place on the far side of Tara and sleeping.

Saturday was a big day at the Ryan house. The girls were scheduled to pick up their new cars and I was to get my pick-up, sometime shortly after lunch. We slept until ten A.M. and I had to scramble to get the grove work completed while the girls got breakfast cleaned up and put away.

We all awoke in a good mood. Tara complained of soreness which was normal and expected, while Edwina mentioned muscle pain and stiffness from the exertion that came from multiple and intense orgasms. Cary seemed perfectly happy and when I stripped to shower off outside, she showed up and joined me. Cleaning up soon became us washing each other’s bodies and seeing how long it took to make the other come.

Cary came first and when she recovered she took Mr. Johnson in her mouth experimentally. She had no experience and no technique, but she tried and that’s what mattered. I had to hold her head and keep reminding her to cover her teeth, but I did come and she cleverly turned her head and let the semen shoot past her mouth, instead of going in. When Cary ran back to the house, I wondered how long before she shared her success with the other two.

At nineteen, Cary was primed and ready to embrace her sexuality. All she needed was the courage to take the final step. As far as I was concerned, she could take years to make up her mind. I loved her already and I loved her without having access to her treasure with other than my mouth and hands.

After cleaning the dirt off and enjoying Cary’s attentions, I went in to finish drying off and dress. Tara followed me into the bedroom and wrapped her arms around me as soon as the door was closed. “You made me feel so loved last night. Michael, I always loved you. I might have never imagined loving you like this, but I have loved you since you were a baby.

Connie used to bring you home to see Mom and Dad. You were always good natured and loved to be held. When Edwina and Cary wanted to play with you on the floor, you never got fussy, or whined. You just let us play with you like you were our own, very special, dress-up doll.

“Thank you for making a woman and letting me go first. Everything hurts a little down there right now, but I promise to take special care of you as soon as it passes.”

“Tara, you thrill me in so many ways. I used to dream about seeing under your dresses and down your blouse, but I never imagined us being ... us. Never stop loving me, because I intend to love you forever.” We were very sappy on the day after she gave me her virginity.

I drove the rented station wagon to the Chevrolet dealer where the ladies were introduced to their new rides. Tara squealed her tires and roared out of the lot. Edwina chose to pull away sedately and Cary followed closely behind me all the way back to the farm. My truck was not quite ready and the sales manager promised to have it delivered by the first of the week.

Tara and Edwina were joyously celebrating when Cary and I pulled into the front circle. The two of them were disturbed to discover that I was the only one without a new vehicle, but I brushed it off and turned the attention back on them and their celebration.

It was decided that we would have a celebratory dinner out at the locally famous Nick Christy’s Supper Club in downtown Winter Haven and enjoy the opportunity to show off Tara’s new ride. We ran in the house to change into suitable clothes for Christy’s, temporarily ending the yard party.

Tara came into the bathroom partially naked to ‘thank’ me for the new wheels. Her version of thanking me consisted of giving me a pretty good blow job and when I reached my crisis, squeezing her eyes closed and swallowing everything came out. Tara shook her head, rinsed out her mouth, gave me a searing kiss and went back to what she was doing.

Christy’s was busy, but not crazy busy like it would be during the winter season. People were thrilled to dine and dance, while being pampered by the wait staff. Nick Christy circulated throughout his restaurant and gave each of my ladies a freshly picked carnation. They loved the attention from the suave and worldly restaurateur. Kelvin and his wife were dining there also and he asked me to come by the office first thing Monday morning to discuss the legal situation related to the trucking company.

My dancing experience while in the White House came in quite handy when Tara asked me to give her a spin around the floor. The shock was clear in her voice when I took her hand and danced with class and precision, garnering a bit of applause from the other diners when the music ended. “Where did you learn to dance, Michael Ryan?” She was stunned and quite pleased at the unexpected turn of events.

Before long I took a turn around the floor with Cary and Edwina, giving them their shot in the spotlight. When a couple of wealthy citrus matrons inquired about my willingness to dance with them Tara insisted and shooed me away from the table to give them a spin. It was obvious to me that dancing was only a pretext to find out if they could arrange for another form of physical exertion where no one would see us. I gently rebuffed their advances and thanked them for thinking of me in such a kind manner. Tara wanted to know what was so funny to me when I returned to the table, but I waved her question away and promised to tell her all about it in private, piquing her curiosity to the max.

It was after nine P.M. when we arrived home. Cary wanted a shower. Edwina wanted a bath and Tara wanted my mouth in her business again. Everybody got what they wanted, though I had to be extra careful of Tara as she was still somewhat sore.

Cary decided it was her turn to have me to herself and announced it to her sisters. “Michael and I need some time alone. Please give us some privacy...” She took my hand and pulled me to my feet, proceeding to lead me to the master bedroom, where she closed the door and the drapes, before turning to me and discarding her robe, giving me a splendid view of her naked body.