Part One

I, Adam Simms, entered my teenage years when I celebrated my thirteenth birthday on the sixth day of February in 1970. I was a typical suburban Canadian boy of that age at that time: I was interested in sports, pop music, television—and girls.

I was ahead of most of my peers in the latter category. I had a girlfriend, Beth McLeod, as early as age nine. We both enjoyed kissing. According to Kelly, my sister who was born three years before I was, the scuttlebutt amongst the females at my school was that I was popular because I’d been greatly blessed with good looks. (I considered myself average in that department. Perhaps I was being overly modest.) Kelly must have been right, though. I always received invitations to girls’ birthday parties and sometimes found anonymous gifts on Valentine’s Day. None of my numerous male friends at school got any type of similar attention. Outwardly, I took everything in stride. Inwardly, I was quite flattered by it all.

In May 1970, on a warm Saturday afternoon, right after lunch, I was reading a baseball magazine while relaxing on my house’s front porch. That was part of my enjoying an unseasonably warm day. Across the street and two houses down was where the Calhoun family lived. I didn’t know much about them, except that my mother played in a bridge league that included Mrs. Calhoun. I knew they had at least one daughter whose name I did not know. Maybe there was more than one child in the Calhoun family; I wasn’t a busybody or even slightly nosey about such things. I really didn’t care.

As I was attempting to read an article about Tom Seaver, I was slightly distracted by three girls who were standing on the sidewalk in front of the Calhoun house. They occasionally glanced in my direction. One of them was the daughter whose name I did not know. The other two girls were absolutely unknown to me.

It was one of those days when the acoustics were favorable and I could hear a smattering of their conversation despite the distance between us. I clearly heard, “Let’s go ask him,” and “I’m too shy!” among other statements. Curiosity got the better of me, so I set down my magazine, stood up, and waved at the three girls. This action seemed to startle them, but in a pleasant way. I signaled them to cross the street and come see me. They looked at each other, smiled, and moved toward me.

“Hello, girls!” I said warmly as they were about to step onto the porch. “Sound travels very well on this street sometimes. I believe you want to ask me a question. What is it?”

I could tell by their expressions that this revelation unnerved them a little bit. Nevertheless, one finally spoke up. “I’m Judy Calhoun. I live across the street. These are my two friends, Clara Jacobs and Arlene Woodbridge.”

I politely shook all their hands, then Judy continued, “We all recognize you from school, Adam. We three are in the same fourth-grade class together. Mrs. Collingwood is our teacher. I’m ten years old and so is Clara. Arlene will be ten in two weeks. For my tenth birthday, which was last month, my parents had a backyard clubhouse built for me to enjoy with my friends. Everyone at school says you are a very nice boy, so we thought we’d invite you to come inside the clubhouse, too. It’s really quite fun inside! There’s plenty of room for the four of us.”

They all looked at me for an affirmative answer. The girls were so completely adorable that I had no alternative but to say yes—so I did. They let out a collective “Yay!” I made a point of telling my mother that I had been invited to the Calhoun house for a visit. Knowing Mom, she probably shook her head in disbelief when she saw me depart with three giggling girls.

I was expecting some type of ramshackle clubhouse that I’d seen boys build from scraps of wood and other assorted building materials. That was a bad assumption. Judy Calhoun’s clubhouse was really fabulous! It had been professionally constructed with a proper door and two windows with glass panes. Quite spacious, it was painted bright pink both inside and out. It had a tile floor, a large round table with six folding chairs surrounding it, and a small bed. It was luxuriously equipped with electric power, which allowed for overhead lights, a radio, a portable TV set, and a miniature refrigerator filled with soft drinks. Numerous shelves were on the walls. They were filled with board games, books and magazines aimed at young female readers. I was impressed—and a bit envious. In my 13 years, I’d never gotten a birthday present anywhere near so spectacular.

“Wow!” I declared. “This clubhouse was your birthday present, Judy? You are one fortunate girl!”

“I’m an only child, so my parents often dote on me,” Judy replied quite frankly. “My dad is basically a millionaire from his shrewd investments, so he doesn’t mind spending money—especially to make me happy.” I could tell by her vocabulary that Judy was a very smart young lady. Then she offered me a cold drink—in a tall glass with ice cubes!—and handed me a package of M&M’s as a treat. This 10-year-old girl was a terrific hostess!

“We didn’t know what we were going to do today,” Arlene told me. (Excluding a few giggles, it was the first time I’d heard her speak.) “Then we saw you on your porch. The boys in our fourth-grade class don’t appeal to us at all—but we like you, Adam, because you are older and handsome. How old are you? You must be 12 or maybe 13.”

I think I blushed at the compliment before I confirmed that I was three months past my thirteenth birthday and that I was in Mr. Fleming’s seventh-grade class.

Out of nowhere, Clara said her first words to me: “To be totally honest, Adam, we invited you here to hug and kiss you. We think you’re dreamy, just like a movie star! May we hug and kiss you...please?”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud upon hearing the reason I had been invited, but I quickly assured all three of them that I was quite alright with their amorous suggestion. “That sounds like fun to me! I’ve always liked kissing pretty girls. I’ve never had three of them at the same time, though.”

We all sat looking at each other for a few seconds. I assumed I was expected to take the initiative. I rose from my chair and sat on the corner of the bed. “I plan on sleeping in that bed on warm summer nights,” Judy informed me.

“Okay, who wants to go first?” I asked. Clara raised her hand, so I waved her forward to sit beside me. She was more assertive than I expected. She positioned herself on my lap.

Of the three girls who had kindly invited me for an afternoon of smooching, Clara, a cute brunette, was the only one who even had a hint of a feminine build, so I was quite eager to embrace her tightly. I began to run my fingers gently up and down her back, which I had been doing with my half dozen girlfriends since I was nine. “Everything good so far?” I asked.

“Uh huh!” Clara muttered affectionately. Then she kissed me passionately on the lips—a position we held for about 20 seconds. I then proceeded to plant subsequent kisses all over Clara’s face from her forehead to her chin. I extended them to her neck, too, which Clara really seemed to like. She did the same thing to me. I was having a truly marvelous time!

After about five minutes, the other two girls began to get impatient. “When will it be my turn?” Arlene asked. Judy agreed with that sentiment. “Yeah, kissing and hugging Adam looks like great fun! I want my turn soon.”

I finally said, “Clara, to be fair, I guess we should stop so I can have fun with your two friends, too.”

Clara whispered in my ear, “Yeah, Adam, I know...but I really don’t want to stop.” She concluded by giving me one last kiss on my cheek and rubbing her developing chest against mine—which was a nice touch, in every sense of the word.

“You’re next, Arlene!” I announced. “I’ll save my gracious hostess for last.”

Clara exited my lap and Arlene, a tiny girl with curly, reddish-brown hair, quickly took her place. She left off where her friend had. She was perhaps even more enthusiastic than Clara had been. Arlene held me even tighter than Clara had. She raised and lowered her torso against me while we embraced. I appreciated the sweet gesture despite Arlene being a totally flat-chested gal. Again, I ran my fingers softly across a preteen girl’s back as we kissed with great gusto. I replicated exactly what I did with Clara. It had the desired effect on her. “Adam, I want to do this every single day of my life forever!” she happily declared between smooches. She did the same to me along my back. This was certainly becoming a memorable afternoon for everyone involved.

Judy was slowly but surely becoming edgy just sitting on the sidelines. “Um, hello, you two!” she said comedically. “Surely by now it must be my turn to have a go with Adam!”

“Judy is right,” I softly said to the girl in my arms. This time I whispered in her ear, “I want to do this forever, too. I really like you a lot, Arlene.”

Moments after Arlene departed, my lovely blonde-haired hostess mounted my lap. Judy had a small birthmark on her left cheek which I found oddly appealing. Without any hesitation, she gave me a passionate kiss that was better in quality than either of her friends’ efforts—which was saying something because Arlene and Clara’s kisses had both been excellent. I didn’t bother breaking contact with Judy’s lips to kiss her elsewhere on her face; I was enjoying it too much. Only after five or six minutes did Judy end our passionate smooch and begin planting kisses all over my face. Then I followed suit. I think only exhaustion stopped us.

“That was lovely, girls—to say the least,” I happily summarized. “I’m glad I came.”

“We’re glad too!” replied Arlene. Clara nodded her agreement and Judy said, “Let’s sit around the table and play some board games now.”

I just laughed at that remark—but I happily agreed. We played both Chinese checkers and Trouble for 90 minutes, while enjoying cold soft drinks and bags of M&M’s. Mrs. Calhoun even brought us a tray of homemade cookies. “I hope you’re not bored spending the afternoon with three fourth-grade girls, Adam,” she noted.

“No. I’ve had plenty of fun,” I said with complete candor. “Judy and her two great friends have been wonderful companions for me today.”

Two hours after I’d arrived at Judy’s clubhouse, I returned home, rushed to my bedroom, and did something I absolutely needed to do. As I had been completely sexually turned on by what had happened, I closed my eyes and jerked off to the memories of passionately kissing young Judy, Clara and Arlene. I strongly ejaculated into a handful of tissues in less than a minute.

Part Two

My invitations to Judy’s clubhouse became fairly regular occurrences over the next eight years. It was always the same wonderful routine: passionate kissing and hugging followed by fun board games and tasty snacks. Sometimes Clara and Arlene were both there with Judy; sometimes it was just one of them. Judy and I were never alone there. That wasn’t by chance. “Adam,” she explained once, “because you are a boy, my mother won’t let me entertain you alone here. I think she’s afraid we might decide to have sex. She assumes nothing can happen to me as long as I have a friend with me.”

One June Saturday when I was 21, I got a phone call from 18-year-old Judy who asked me to drop by the clubhouse immediately for “some special fun” with the usual threesome, if I was interested. All three of my kissing buddies had blossomed into quite fetching high school seniors girls, so, yes, I was definitely interested in her vague offer, whatever it might entail. I arrived in less than five minutes.

When I got there, Judy announced that her parents had suddenly decided to go away for the weekend, so she was free to do whatever she liked. “As soon as Clara and Arlene came over, we decided to up the ante, so to speak,” Judy told me. “We all agree that virginity is important in our lives, but I’ve been doing some research about human sexuality. It can be argued that a girl can still be a virgin as long as she hasn’t been vaginally penetrated. We all like that definition, so we want to apply it to you, Adam. Would you be okay with doing more than just kissing and hugging us today? We could enjoy all sorts of sexual fun with you as long as you don’t fuck our pussies.”

Since that was the greatest offer that I’d ever received in my life, I promptly said, “Hell, yes!” We all disrobed. All three girls began giggling as if they were 10 years old again.

I was the first one to shed all my clothing. I sat on one of the folding chairs and began to stroke my dick in anticipation of any type of sexual favor I might get. I was fairly well endowed and my penis was perfectly straight when erect—not even a slight bend to it. Judy, Arlene and Clara seemed to time their clothing removal so they’d all show me the same private things at once. It was very sexy!

With three attractive, naked, nubile, 18-year-old cuties standing before me, I didn’t know where to begin. As was the case eight years ago, I took charge of the activities when no one else seemed to want the leadership role.

“I’ll try one girl at a time, just like our hugging and kissing sessions have always been,” I suggested. Then I added, “I might not be able to control myself, though. I wouldn’t want any of you to miss out, so we may have to change plans in midstream.”

“I’m going first!” Arlene insisted. The two of us moved to our usual location—the corner of the clubhouse’s small bed. Arlene sat on my lap for the fiftieth time—this time without any clothes on. We briefly kissed and then I got down to business—and so did Arlene. I began fondling her average-size tits, an action that made her sigh with happiness. She occupied herself by gently tugging on my shaft, which I enjoyed, too, of course. I eventually lifted up Arlene—she was still a small-statured girl—and laid her on top of the bed. I sucked on her pokey tits with great aplomb and then moved downward to her vagina. Of the three girl’s pussies, Arlene’s was the hairiest. Arlene squirmed wildly when I began to lick it. As it became wetter, I ran my penis along her entrance to paradise, making sure not to penetrate this petite sweetheart. Then I moved back up her body to slide my dick between her breasts. “Squeeze your tits against my shaft, Arlene,” I commanded. “That would be so sexy!” She complied. She also allowed me to briefly put my penis in her mouth. That caused both Judy and Clara to gasp. I suppose neither had expected that. I withdrew after only a few seconds for fear of prematurely ejaculating. Then I kissed Arlene very romantically before shouting, “Next!”

Clara stepped forward and received the exact same treatment. She insisted on giving my scrotum extra special attention by licking my testicles as she tugged on my erect shaft. As a reward, I fingered and licked her pussy thoroughly. She also got the full tit-sucking and tit-fucking treatment from me. For a moment I thought, “Who needs sexual penetration?” I was having the time of my life.

Judy, who had grown to be the bustiest of the three girls, was last but hardly the least. She began by giving me a terrific blowjob. “I read how to do this well in a sex manual,” she informed me. She was a fast learner. Judy combined licks, sucks and tugs especially skillfully. I was nearly put over the edge when Judy tickled the sensitive head of my penis with her tongue. She also got special attention from me in her nether regions. It was becoming more and more difficult by the minute to resist full vaginal penetration with any of these compliant females. It just seemed such a natural thing to do.

To avoid coming too quickly, I settled for sucking on Judy’s beautiful nipples for a prolonged time. Instead of calming me down, though, they increased my arousal. From my past sexual experience—which wasn’t especially plentiful—I knew an orgasm was imminent. Given the highly erotic circumstances facing me, I figured it would be an enormous one. I instructed the three girls to sit closely beside one another on the bed, “so when it happens, I can do my business on all of you.”

I’m not entirely sure any of the three girls knew precisely what I meant, therefore they may have been in the dark over what was about to occur. Nevertheless, they followed my directive promptly. Judy sat in the middle with Clara on her left and Arlene on her right. How could I not shoot my load over such a beautiful trio of cuties? I aimed at Judy’s face because she had made herself the center target. I gave my dick three strong tugs—and unleashed a huge explosion of cum that struck Judy directly between her eyes. It caused her to recoil a tad. I moved my dick marginally and plastered Clara in the same place. She also jerked backwards slightly. I took a sideways step to deliver my final blast to Arlene. It was slightly weaker than my first two shots, so I had to lean closer to her to make sure she experienced the same thrill of having me ejaculate on her just like her two buddies received. She took her serving of my semen in stride. I was constantly moaning with intense pleasure as I enjoyed this rather crude sex act quite thoroughly. Once I was done doing “my business, ” what a visual I had to gaze upon! There were three sexy 18-year-olds, sitting contentedly on a bed in front of me, with long, stringy ropes of my jism hanging off their faces.

Judy, Arlene and Clara all sat on the bed silently for about half a minute while I admired my handiwork and jerked the last few drops of semen from my rod, which was becoming flaccid in a hurry. Judy finally muttered, “I don’t know about you two, but if I knew in advance that Adam was going to come all over my face, I would have let him fuck my pussy.”