Brenda lay down on her back and spread her knees. She said, “Willow, you two come right up close so that you can see. OK, this is my groin. It is also called my pubic area. The hair that you girls have is called pubic hair. This fleshy mound is the vulva I mentioned. Most of the time we call it our pussy. So, the hair is also called pussy hair. The area right between my legs is my crotch.”
Willow said, “Because it’s like where tree branches meet.”
Brenda said, “Exactly. Here on my pussy, on the sides, it looks like big fat lips. Sometimes we call them lips, but they are also called labia. There’s two sets: these big outside labia and, if I spread them open, see? There are little inner labia as well. The outer lips and the inner lips. Right here at the top of the slit is a nice part called a clitoris, or just clit. It’s hidden under the skin, but it can feel really nice if Joshua rubs it there. Inside the slit is my vagina. That can be called my pussy too. I would say, ‘oh, that feels nice inside my pussy’. Here, let me stand up now. Joshua, come here and lay down like I was.”
I moved to where Brenda was and I lay down on my back to be used as her training subject.
She said, “Come down here close. Joshua doesn’t have a vagina. He has a penis. There are other names for a penis, but we only need one right now. The long part is the penis and the part underneath, this sack down here is his testicles or ‘balls’. Sometimes his penis is kind of soft like this, but when we get excited and make love, it gets hard and stiff. Let’s make it hard now so that we can see it. Willow, do you feel like you want to touch it and see if it gets hard?”
Bamboo, who was already kneeling near my crotch reached out boldly and laid her hand on top of my penis.
Brenda said, “You can touch it. Go slow and feel it all over. You can put your fingers around it and use your other hand to touch his balls. Feel them and play with them, but not too hard.”
By now, Bamboo was feeling my penis and stroking me tenderly. She looked from my groin to my face and back again. I started to grow more erect and the girl narrowed her eyes and then stared into my face. From that moment on, she never stopped watching my eyes and mouth, but continued caressing and fondling me. It seemed that she was reading my reaction to every touch and improving her technique very quickly. It was only a few moments more before I was fully erect.
Brenda said, “Wow, Willow, that’s very good. Nice job. When he likes what we’re doing, his penis gets hard and stiff. If we want to, we can also suck on his penis with our…” but she never got to finish her sentence because Bamboo immediately bent her face to my crotch and licked the head of my cock.
After the first tentative lick, she shoved me in her mouth and swallowed me nearly to the hilt. There was another surprise. She may have felt that she had no sexual response, but she seemed eager enough to try it given the chance.
Brenda said, “See how she is sucking on him? Moving up and down and licking his penis? I love the feeling of his penis in my mouth and in my pussy.”
Bamboo suddenly lifted off of me and stared at Brenda. Willow said, “In your pussy? His penis? Is that what sex is? That’s what sex is! Oh, we have that hole and his penis is the same shape and size. Well, but way bigger, but if we try hard, we could make it fit, couldn’t we? Wait! That’s what you mean ‘ready for you to be our husband’! You mean that you would put your penis in our pussy! And that would feel good I think. Does that feel good? It feels good to suck on it and touch it, right? How much do you get to do that? Do you do it every day? I think that I would want to. I think that I would want to do it a lot.”
Brenda laughed and said, “Yes dear, that’s what sex is. And there are lots of ways to do it. But you have to know something. Listen to me. There is no fun in trying not to enjoy it.”
Willow said, “Oh wow! We know that Irene the witch was a liar and you mean that when she said that we were good for not feeling funny between our legs that she was lying and that we should be happy if we feel that way. Brenda, what is happening to us? I’m getting wet down there! Is that OK? I don’t have to use the toilet, but I am wet!”
Brenda said, “Sweetie, when Joshua gets excited by us, his penis gets stiff. When we get excited by him, we get wet and slippery.”
Willow exclaimed, “So that we can fit him in our pussy!”
Bamboo was staring at me intensely and while everyone else was watching Willow and Brenda, she spread her legs over my hips and guided me between her labia and into her slit. She met resistance at first, but she shocked me as she squinted and calmly forced her way down over me until I was all the way in.
Bamboo’s eyes went wide and she screamed, “Oh hell yes!”
Everyone turned to see what was happening and what made the girl who had been silent until now suddenly speak her first words.
I said excitedly, “You do speak! Why haven’t you talked until now?”
She leaned down slightly and slid me around inside her vagina and closed her eyes as she focused on the new sensations.
She said, “Up until now, everything was pretty much OK. But this is fantastic! My gosh, this is crazy good. What is this called, what I’m doing with him?”
Brenda laughed and said, “Well, you can call it sex, or making love, or any number of things, but right now it seems like you are fucking.”
Bamboo cried out, “Fucking my stars out is more like it. Master, you can fuck me all day long and please do! Brenda, what’s happening when I shudder and start to faint, and my pussy squeezes and I can’t control it and I think that I’m dying but I don’t? That has to have a name. It’s like fuck stars blowing my brain out through my tits. But that takes a long time to say. Oh, hell yes! Here it comes again!”
Brenda said laughing, “That’s called an orgasm, Dear. Or a climax, or a little death.”
Bamboo said, “Oh hell no. There’s nothing little about it! Willow, you got to get some of this. But not yet. I’m not done. Maybe tomorrow. Sorry sis, for once in my life I’m going to be totally selfish and you can have yours if I ever get done. Oh, fuck me Master! Wait! You said that I could have a name! Give me a name and give me more fucking orgasms! What’s my name? Call me fuck-monkey-love-ducky”
I laughed and said, “I’m going to name you Bamboo. But I will call you fuck-monkey-love-ducky sometimes too.”
She looked at me and said, “Bamboo. I love it. I love fucking, I love your penis, I love my name, I love you, I love my new sisters, I love my life, I love my pussy, I love orgasms. I want to try kissing.”
I smiled and pulled her face toward mine and she opened her mouth wide and I slid my tongue between her teeth. She shuddered and clenched as if she had climaxed from our kiss. Then she started to kiss me back. And she went for it. I don’t know if any of the girls had ever kissed me like that. It was like being devoured by a lioness, ripped apart like a freshly killed antelope.
I noticed that the girls had all decided to lie down on the grass and were smiling and watching as they waited for typhoon Bamboo to run her course.
Bamboo sat up and said, “Brenda, what are tits for? They have to be for something. What do they do?”
I said, “I can show you,” and I reached up and began playing with her nipples and breasts.
Bamboo shoved herself against my hands and said, “I knew it. I knew they weren’t just for flotation when swimming. Boobs have orgasms too! My pussy is connected to my boobs and my mouth…and I bet my ass too! Willow, this is so wonderful. You are going to love it! Fucking is better than anything!”
Willow said, “Then give me a chance!”
Bamboo said, “Not yet. Oh, and it hurts at first. Like something is in the way and then his penis breaks through. I bet it won’t ever hurt again. I bet that’s what they mean about being a virgin.”
Brenda said, “That’s right little fuck-monkey. We have a little barrier and the first time we have sex, we push hard and his penis penetrates us and from then on it doesn’t hurt. It’s like unlocking a door and our husband comes in and we love hi
m in a special house between our legs.”
Willow said, “So all of you do this?”
Lark said, “That’s what bedmates are, Dear. We don’t just sleep together. We become mates when we make love like this.”
Willow pleaded, “Bamboo, let me do it. I want to be a fucking bedmate too!”
Bamboo ignored her, or could no longer hear her. As for me, I was sure that I had never heard the word fuck used so often, and so beautifully, ever before. The way that they were saying it, it was a beautiful word; and the way that Bamboo was doing it was a beautiful feeling. She kept going, and I thought that she really might try to keep going all day.
After another hard orgasm where I dragged her face to mine and kissed her hard, I whispered, “Bamboo, I am going to roll you over and I am going to get on top.”
She nodded and grunted and I rolled us over. Now that I was on top, I began thrusting in long strokes - and Bamboo exploded again. This time, lying on her back, she seemed to relax and I kissed her again as I pulled out. The spent giantess smiled up at me and I stood to my feet.
Willow was looking wildly back and forth between her twin and I, waiting for her turn to experience what Bamboo had.
I turned to Willow and said, “Willow, lovemaking is different for everyone. Come and bathe with me.”
I took her hand and led her toward the water. I marched straight into the cove until we stood almost shoulder deep. Willow faced me, her eyes wide and her mouth open.
Chapter 15 - Willow in the Water
I said quietly, “Now, we will be different than your sister. Put your hands on my shoulders. And I will put my hands on your waist. Look at me. Now, I am going to kiss you.”
As I touched my lips to hers, she pushed against me and opened her mouth wide. I withdrew a bit and said, “Slowly. Let me show you. Stay still. Close your mouth. You will know when I want you to open it. Don’t rush. I want to get to know you and to have you get to know me. Oh, I know, we’ll play our game. And we’ll take turns. But I’ll go first.”
I kissed her tenderly on the lips. And she closed her eyes and let me. I felt her lips with mine, touching and then nibbling both the upper and lower. My hand was behind her head now and my right arm was around her waist. As she relaxed, I pulled our bodies a bit closer together and our chests, and then our stomachs touched lightly. I hadn’t climaxed with Bamboo, and now I was semi-erect, but I kept my crotch pulled back a bit from the girl’s.
I pulled my mouth away, and Willow tried to follow me, but I said, “Now, we’re going to do like we did with Brenda. I get to ask a question or take an action, and then you get to ask a question or let me tell you what action I want you to take. You can ask a question, but I will tell you what to do. One thing I want you to do is to tell me what you think about what’s happening and what we are feeling together. But take it slowly. I know that we are both in a hurry, but we will force ourselves to take our time. What did you think of our kiss?”
Willow looked at me and said, “Master, I liked it. It felt different than anything. Except, maybe it reminded me of my mother. When she held me when I was little. But it was different. But I felt like I was warm inside and it gave me shivers too.”
I said, “I liked it too. You are very nice to kiss. Do you want a turn? Do you have a question, or do you want me to tell you what to do?”
She said, “You can tell me and I will do anything.”
I smiled and said, “I like your voice and I especially like it when you smile and laugh. I want you to try to kiss me like I kissed you. Do what I did.”
Willow pressed her lips to mine in as good an imitation of my kiss as she could, exploring the feel of my lips. I pressed my tongue against her mouth and licked slowly across her lips and she parted them for me. Now I kissed her. Slowly and gently, but ever more deeply. I let this go on for several minutes before I leaned my head against her shoulder and whispered, “My turn.”
I said, “Willow, do you know what a baptism is?”
She said, “When a widow goes into the water and the village receives her.”
I said, “Yes. We have a baptism like that. I’m going to wash you and then baptize you. As I wash you, I’m going to touch every part of your body. I will try to make it feel good to you. If you get excited by it, that will be very nice for me too. I want you to tell me how it feels and if you like it.”
She said excitedly, “I will like it. I know that I will.”
I smiled and said, “I think you will. But first, do you feel my penis brushing against you down there?”
She looked down, as if she could see my groin beneath the water and said, “Yes Master. It feels nice. It barely touches me, but when it does, I want to press my body against you.”
I said, “Good. That’s how we should feel. As I wash you, I’m going to touch you everywhere and my penis will be touching you too. So, before I start, I want you to reach down and feel it and get to know it. You can touch it all over and see what it’s like.”
I took her hand in mine and guided it down to my middle and encouraged her to take hold.
I said, “See? That feels very good to me. It feels good to have you touch me. When you touch me, pretend that we are kissing. Your fingers are kissing my penis and balls and between my legs, like when we kiss with our mouths. Gentle and slow to start with. Pretend that your fingers are your tongue and my penis is my tongue and we are kissing each other. How does that feel?”
She said, “Oh Master, it feels good for your penis to kiss my fingers. I like it.”
I said, “And when I wash you, my hands and fingers are going to be kissing your body in every place. When I touch you, it’s me kissing you with my hands and the tongues of my fingers. How does that sound to you?”
She said breathlessly, “Oh that sounds wonderful. I want you to kiss me like that. You can kiss my pussy with your fingers and I will kiss you with mine”
I said, “Good. Kiss me on the lips again, but keep kissing my penis with your hands.”
Again, Willow and kissed each other on the mouth and this time I let my hands roam around her back and down to her rear.
When we had kissed for a minute, I said, “Willow, it won’t be just my hands that kiss you. My whole body will kiss you. And my penis will be kissing your body in different places, as if it were a tongue. Let my fingers and hands and body and penis kiss you as we wash. And you can kiss me with your hands and body as well. Are you ready?”
Willow closed her eyes dreamily and said, “Yes Master.”
I said, “Good girl. First, duck under the water for just a minute and let’s get our hair wet.”
We ducked down and came up soaked with water. Willow’s hair was long, to the center of her back, and I massaged and rubbed her scalp and then her face. I washed her neck and shoulders and then told her to turn around and to let me wash her back. As she stood facing away from me, my penis slid up so that it rested vertically against the cleft of her buttocks.
She moaned and said, “Oh Master! I feel your penis kissing my back and bottom.”
I reached around her body and pulled myself more firmly against her as I took my time washing her wonderfully large breasts.
I said, “You can wash my penis with your body if you want to. Slide against me and wash me while I kiss you down there with my body.”
She began moving her hips against me, sliding against my erection.
I said, “Now, if you have the little death that Brenda and Bamboo told you about, I want you to tell me. Remember, Irene was a liar and the more we enjoy this, the better lovemaking we will have.”
Willow said, “I had one when we first kissed and another while I touched you. I think that they were small ones. I shuddered and it felt nice. Do you think that I can have bigger ones, like my sister, or are mine just small?”
I said, “You will have big ones. Don’t be afraid.”
She said, “I like it when you touch my boobies. It makes my pussy feel very strange. If you touch them enoug
h, I will have the orgasm, I think. Master, can I ask you? Why do you love me?”
I turned her around gently and said, “Lie on your back and I will hold you up while I wash your legs. Bend your knees so that I can reach your feet. Willow, I love you because you are my mate. You were my mate before we ever met. You were my mate all the time that I slept. I loved you when you were a little girl and I especially loved you when you lost your parents. All this time, I was just getting our home ready so that I could go and find you and bring you here. I love you because you are part of me, you said so yourself.”
I finished washing Willow’s legs and had her straighten them out as I began very gently touching her inner thighs and genitalia.
I said, “Willow, tell me about Bamboo. When you came, she didn’t talk, but you talked for both of you. Why?”
She said, “That feels nice how you are kissing me with your fingers. Master, I am Willow. Now, she is Bamboo. Before we were we. My sister talked, but almost never. It wasn’t always like that. I think that it happened when we went to the school. That first day, the woman screamed at her for some reason that I didn’t know and she stopped talking with her words. I hadn’t noticed it. To me, she speaks like any other. When she looks at me or touches me or shrugs her shoulder, it’s that same as when you talk to me. Master, my pussy is open and my little lips are bloomed; can we fuck now?”
I smiled and said, “Very soon. Come and put your legs around me, but don’t try to put me inside yet.”
I swung the girl around in the water so that she faced me again and positioned her legs around my waist. Slipping my hands down her rear, I began to wash her ass and anus. As I touched her, at first she squealed and raised up slightly, but then immediately pressed down toward my fingers even farther.
She said, “Oh, I think that Bamboo was right.”
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