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                                  BUTTERFLY


     Jim  Woban  stared at the screen of his word processor and tried again to
make words appear.  Sometimes it was too frustra- ting to bear.  A story would
begin and take itself through chap- ters of action,  romance and mystery,  and
then leave him aban- doned,   suddenly  without  words or inspiration,  only a
deadline for his tyrannical editor, Jake, or Arnie, his parasite of an agent!

     He caught himself and mentally chastised his thoughts.  Both men had been
more than fair and  helped  him  through  the  rough  times  of  his  divorce,
extending  time  and  money  when  they would have been more than justified in
leaving him in a pool of self- pity and cheap Scotch.

     It had only been a few months,  seven,  to be exact, that he had suddenly
found himself single,  his net worth dramatically reduced,  and his world in a
total shambles.   Since then,  he had sold the house,  invested as much of the
money as he could (thanks to Arnie's nagging) and moved to this rented room to
finish the novel Jake had commissioned  at  some jeopardy to his own position.
His publishing house disliked  large  advances  to  lush  writers  whose  past
efforts were slightly above mediocre!

     In the kitchen below him, he could hear Katie Sorben moving about cooking
dinner for her husband and their boarder.   Katie and Karl were in their early
thirties, but had only been married a few years; both had been married before.
Karl  was  a machinist at a local plant and Katie worked 6 A.M.   to Noon at a
bakery.   They had bought a large  house  with a large mortgage and found they
had to take in a boarder to make ends meet.   Their ad had hit the  paper  two
months after Jim's life jumped into the dumper.

     Ten  years  their senior,  he lived quietly and tried not to interfere in
their daily lives,  with the exception of the dinner meal.   Lately,  Karl had
been inviting him to join  them  watching  the Sunday football games and Katie
had extended the invitation to other T.V.   shows during the week.   They were
cheerful and po- lite,  neither of them prying into  his  private  affairs  or
pressing their own business on him.

     Sometimes  he  would  hear  them  arguing with one another like any other
married couple,  but in most cases, life in the Sorben household went along on
an even keel.   From time to  time,   he would hear the unmistakable sounds of
their lovemaking.   Katie,  he noted,  was a "squealer" and,  apparently, Karl
gave her something to squeal about.

     After his divorce,  the  thought  of  any  type  of  romantic  or  sexual
encounter  chilled  him thoroughly.   True,  Katie's muffled squeals sometimes
sent him into an Onanistic fantasy,  but he channeled his efforts and energies
into his work.   He grinned as he  reread a portion he had written one evening
when she and Karl had been especially loud.   He wondered if  she  would  ever
guess  she  had  been the inspiration for one of the juicier situations in his
novel.

     It was not difficult to let his  mind  wander as he thought of her tight,
chunky figure moving about the kitchen  under  her  kimono.    Katie  was  not
terribly  buxom,   but  her  breasts and but- tocks moved freely when she wore
nothing under her robe.   She was  not flagrant but she carried an understated
sexuality that seemed to always suggest something more than met the  eye.    A
slight  lift  to  an  eyebrow,  a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth -
there was just something about her Jim could only classify as sexy.

     Karl, on the other hand, was tall, lanky and outgoing.  He liked to laugh
and yet, retained a sort of privacy Jim could ap- preciate.  To Jim's pleasant
surprise,  he found that the man's  lack of formal schooling had not prevented
him from being rather well-read and quite sensitive.    A  T.V.    tear-jerker
could bring tears to his eyes and he made no apologies.   Jim grew to like him
quickly and Karl seemed to return the feeling.

     The three of them lived together quietly, contentedly and peacefully.

     Until the afternoon Katie dropped the butter.

     He  had  been  trying  to  write,  but was in a dead end.   Hearing Katie
preparing dinner, he decided to take a break and get a cold soda before trying
to do anymore.  In the kitchen, Katie was busi- ly getting out the ingredients
for a Bundt cake when he walked  in.    She  was wearing a short robe,  as she
often did in the after- noons.   Usually,  after work, she went out somewhere,
came home and showered, started dinner, and then went upstairs to dress before
they sat down to eat.   The sight of Katie in a  short  kimono  was  certainly
pleasant, but it was nothing new.

     As  Jim entered the kitchen,  Katie dropped a quarter pound bar of butter
on the floor.

     "Shit!" she exclaimed,  and bent over  to  pick it up,  still balancing a
measuring cup of milk in one hand.

     As she bent over,  her robe slid up to clearly expose the naked cheeks of
her behind and the fur covered lips of her pussy.   Jim stood  frozen  as  she
picked up the butter and put it back on the counter.   Then she turned and saw
him.

     She  must  have  known by the look on his face what he had seen,  but she
looked directly at him with a half-smile.

     "It was the last damned butter in the house!" she said.

     He swallowed hard.

     "Want me to run out and get some more?"

     "No.   I'll let Karl pick some up  on his way home.   I'll use shortening
for the cake.   I just hate to have to clean up this greasy  mess,"  she  said
indicating where the remnants of the but- ter showed clearly on the floor.

     Taking  a cloth from the counter,  she turned again to bend down and wipe
the floor,  and again her robe  slipped  up to expose her behind.   Jim's eyes
opened wide as he watched.

     "How does it look?" she asked him.

     He stood tongue-tied.

     "The floor," she said. "Did I get it all?"

     "Yeah!" Jim answered. "It looks good. Real Good."

     Katie burst into a fit of laughter.

     "You're something else," she roared.  "Wait 'til Karl hears this one!"

     Jim was mortified.   He never intended to spy on the woman, let alone get
involved in a confrontation with her husband.

     "I...I'm sorry!" he stammered.   "I just wanted a drink.   I didn't  mean
to..."

     "Oh, Jim!" she laughed.   "Don't worry.   You don't know Karl.  He'll get
as  big  a kick out of it as I do.   You've got to be the shiest man I've ever
seen!   And besides, I'm kind of flattered you liked looking at me.   You did,
didn't you?"

     "Well, sure.   I guess," Jim stammered.  "I'm a little con- fused, Katie.
What's going on?"

     "Don't be.   Sit down," she said as  she poured a soda for him.   "You've
been here almost four months and you haven't  been  out  of  the  house  once.
Socially,   I  mean.    You're an attractive man,  Jim.   You should be seeing
people.  You can bring women here if you want.  Karl and I don't mind."

     "I just don't have time," he muttered.

     "Balls!  All you're doing is making yourself horny as a goat.   i saw the
way you've been watching me.   It's all  right,  of course,  but you should be
getting out.  Karl thinks so too."

     "I really don;t know anybody,  Katie.   And I was never real great at the
singles scene.   I'm sorry if I seem to be staring at you too much.   I'll  be
more discreet from now on."

     Katie suddenly threw open her robe and exposed her small breasts.

     "How's that for discreet!" she challenged.   "Hell, Jim, Karl and I don't
care  if  you  want  to  look at me,  it's just that you're a nice guy and you
shouldn't be depriving yourself of sex  just  because you had a bad time once.
I mean, we're really concerned about you."

     Jim could not believe what she was saying,  but continued to stare at her
breasts.   The nipples were small and brown and poin- ty.   Her  breasts  were
soft  and  well-shaped  with  just  a  little  sag that made them all the more
attractive.   All he could think of was  how they would feel between his lips.
It had been so, so long!

     "Jim, come back," she called and pulled her robe closed.  "You're farther
gone than I'd thought.  Maybe Karl was right."

     Jim shook his head.

     "What do you mean? Right about what?"

     She blushed and glanced at him with a look that he felt go all the way to
his groin.

     "Oh, nothing," she said. "Well, not nothing, but..."

     She got up and walked across the kitchen to one of the cup- boards.

     "Do me a favor?" she asked.   "Reach up and get me that cake pan,   would
you?"

     The  pan  was on the very highest shelf and when he reached up to get it,
he had to balance himself on tiptoe while  he worked the pan from under a pile
of other things.

     Without warning, he felt her hand grope his crotch.

     "God damn!" he exploded.

     "Don't drop anything!" she warned. 

     "What the Hell are you doing?" he demanded.

     "I just wanted to see something, that's all.  I didn't hurt you, did I?"

     Jim extracted the pan and regained his composure.

     "I don't know if I'm ready for this," he gasped.    "You're  a  beautiful
woman, Katie, but I don't want Karl kicking my ass for messing around with his
wife."

     Katie laughed and stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

     "Don't worry about that.  You liked it, didn't you?"

     "That's not the point."

     "Of  course it is," she told him.   "We're going to have to get you taken
care of, and that's all there is to it."

     Jim considered skipping dinner that evening, but decided it would be best
to face the music.

     Karl was in a particularly good  humor  as  Jim joined them at the table.
To his dismay,  though,  Katie had not changed, but still wore the abbreviated
robe and, very obviously, nothing else.  Karl, too, wore a Japanese-style Hopi
jacket belted with a sash.   It bore the same design as Katie's,  a large  red
butterfly in a circle of yellow.   He was sitting down, but it struck Jim that
he probably wore nothing else, as well!
 
     "Katie  tells  me  you two had quite a day," Karl announced shortly after
they had begun eating.   "Now  you  can  see  just why I married her.   Cutest
little ass in captivity.  How about it?"

     Jim nodded silently and looked from one to the other.

     Karl laughed and reached over to pat Jim's shoulder reas- suringly.

     "Don't worry, I'm not going to jump you for admiring my wife's body.   If
I did that,  I'd be jumping most of the men in this town.   We're just worried
about you,  Jim.   I told her she should trim your tree,  but she didn't think
you'd want to go along with it.  Why don't you let us fix you up with a friend
of ours?"

     "I...I don't think so," Jim began.     

     "C'mon,  Jim!" Katie urged.   "Susan's a nice person.   You'll like  her.
It's not like you're going to the Senior Prom, after all!"

     "You might even get lucky," Karl added with a wink toward his wife.

     Jim  shrugged.   It had been a long time since he had enjoyed a woman and
seeing Katie had not made things any easier.

     "What's she like?" he asked.

     "Nice," Katie offered. "You'll like her."

     "She's a lot of fun and decent looking, too," Karl added.

     "She's divorced and horny. Just like you," Katie giggled.

     "And best of all, she's a Butterfly," Karl declared.

     Jim waited for him to explain.   When he failed to elaborate,  Jim asked,
"What's a Butterfly?"

     Karl held out his right hand and  showed  Jim a small ring.   It bore the
same butterfly design that he and Katie wore on their robes.   Katie held  out
her hand and showed him hers.  It was iden- tical to Karl's.

     "We  met  each  other through Butterfly," she told him.   "It's a special
group of people.  That's all."

     "What do they do?" he asked.

     Karl laughed and told him,  "More  later.   Tomorrow Susan and then,  who
knows?   The important thing is to get you out of your funk and back into  the
world."

     "I suppose so," Jim sighed.  "But for now, I have a book to finish or I'm
going to be very, very far behind in the rent."

     "Is it like Beauregard Flats?" Karl asked.

     "You read it?"

     "I'm just finishing it now.   I didn't know you wrote it until I saw your
picture on the jacket.  I didn't know we had a celeb- rity in the house!"

     "According  to my editor,  you don't.   And if I don't start getting some
ideas working, you never will!"

     "Where do you get ideas from?" Katie asked.

     "Life, I guess," Jim told her.

     "Wasn't Beau Flats a bisexual?" Karl asked.

     "Yes. That was the point of the whole thing."

     "I mean,  some of the scenes you wrote were really realistic.   I thought
you said you wrote from experience!"

     Katie giggled as Jim squirmed.

     "I also have a good imagination," he assured them.

     Karl grinned at him.

     After dinner he went back to his room and continued to write.   The words
came a little better, but not the way he liked them.  It was nearly 11 when he
heard a light knock on the door.    He  went  to  open it and found Katie in a
sheer baby doll nightie very visibly without bottoms.

     "I saw your light and wondered if you wanted anything," she told him.

     He looked at her dark nipples and the triangle of her pubic patch showing
through the sheer fabric and licked his lips.

     "I mean from the kitchen," she said impishly.   "Karl's a- sleep,  but  I
feel like making some hot chocolate.  Want me to bring you some?"

     "That sounds good," he replied.   "Let me turn this computer off and I'll
come down with you."

     They walked down the hallway to the stairs.   Katie turned to him and put
her  fingers  to her lips with a little giggle just as they passed the doorway
to her and Karl's bedroom.   Her naked  hus- band lay sprawled across the bed,
snoring lightly.  The shiny spots on his stomach and penis gave ample evidence
of what had exhausted him.   The bottoms of Katie's baby dolls lay crumpled on
the floor.

     Jim's eyes took in everything in the room, but dwelled on Karl's penis as
the man slept.   It was soft and curled,  not pro- digiously large, but smooth
and white-looking framed by a mane of light hair.   Jim Woban was no fag,  but
seeing the naked man sleep- ing while his nearly naked wife led  him  down  to
the kitchen stirred an odd excitement deep inside him.

     At  the bottom of the stairs,  Katie stopped suddenly and turned too fast
for Jim to stop in time and he came up hard a- gainst her.   Instinctively, he
reached out to keep her from falling and felt her warm flesh through the sheer
nightie as his hand lay spread across her behind.

     "Mm!" she murmured. "Is that for me or Karl?"

     She rubbed hard against his growing erection.

     "What do you think?" he whispered hoarsely.

     "I think that if you don't  fuck  something pretty soon,  you're going to
explode!" she told him.

     Jim kissed her deeply and felt her small body moving  against  his,   her
hand snaking its way between them to open his zipper and slip inside expertly.
He  slid  both  hands  down  under the nightie and smoothed them up to cup and
knead her bare ass.   His penis was out  of  his pants now and he was aware of
the cool air moving a- cross it as she stroked it gently back and forth.

     Without letting go,  she led him into the living room and sat down on the
couch.   Closing her eyes,  she took the head of his cock into her  mouth  and
savored  it gently,  running her tongue beneath it and milking what juices she
could eke from him.   Stretching the skin back tightly, she slid more into her
mouth sucking and tonguing him at the same time.   The feeling was exqui- site
and he felt himself quickly building to a climax.

     It was coming too fast and he forced himself to pull away from her.   She
looked up at him with a frown,  but  soon  smiled a- gain as he dropped to his
knees and pushed her thighs apart.  He looked at the swollen lips of her pussy
and saw the pink tip of her clitoris winking at him.   He  did  not  hesitate,
fastened his lips to it at laved it with his tongue.  He slid down to lick the
pink  inner  lips  and reamed her vagina with his tongue.   Her thighs wrapped
around his head and he  smelled  and  tasted  the  strong scent of Karl's come
still dripping from within her.   A rush of desire overwhelmed him and  licked
and  sucked  at  her pussy fur- iously making loud slurping sounds as he heard
her whimpering softly in the far, far distance.

     She came in a rush with  her  legs  spread wide and her hands pulling his
face deeper into her cunt.  She thrusted her pelvis against him and made rough
gutteral sounds as her climax rolled over her again and  again.    Before  she
could subside,  Jim crawled up and slipped his cock into her deeply.   He came
almost  immed-  iately,  great gobs of come spurting into her as he gasped for
the sheer pleasure that overwhelmed him.

     "Karl was right," Katie said as she leaned back with a con- tented smile.
"You really are Butterfly material.  I'd better keep my eye on you two!"

     "What are you talking about?"

     "That's O.K.,  Jim.   I love bisexual men.   Hell, I'm a Butter- fly too,
aren't I?"

     Jim was too confused and exhausted  to  press it any further.   He leaned
back and his cheek came in contact with the inside of her thigh.   It was  wet
with  their  fluids  running  out of her.   Her hand caressing the back of his
neck,  however, told him she was far from done.   Surprisingly enough, neither
was he!

     "Eat me and I'll suck you  off,"  she whispered fiercely as she urged his
face into her bush.

     The familiar taste of his come overshadowed even the sweet taste  of  her
as he slowly licked her.  He ran his tongue expertly up and down the line from
her  clitoris to her ass,  stopping to swirl his tongue here or gently suck on
something soft there.   Without  lifting  his  lips,  he pressed three fingers
inside her and tickled her asshole with his thumb.   Moments later, he was re-
warded by spasms shaking her as she came again.

     "You're good!" she told him. "Susan will love you!"
     
     "You think so?"

     "So will Karl. He already told me so."

     "Whoa!" 

     Katie laughed.

     "Don't play innocent with me," she told him.   "I saw how you  licked  up
his come out of me.   Besides, Karl told me you couldn't have written what you
did unless you had done it.  You have, have- n't you?"

     "I think you have a mistaken impression of me," he told her.   "I'm not a
fag."

     "Of  course  not.    I'm not a Lez but sometimes I like a little variety.
C'mon,  how about I suck you off right now?   You and Karl can sort things out
later."

     She slid to the floor  on  her  knees  and  captured Jim's limp penis and
balls between her hands.   Leaving slick trails of sali- va,  she licked  them
over and over.

     "I  love  to  taste  pussy on a cock," she told him breathlessly and went
back to her task.

     He felt her suck his soft cock into her mouth and reached down to massage
her small breasts.   The nipples were as hard as tiny stones,  but her breasts
were soft and pliable.   Her mouth worked  busily at her penis and he felt the
blood beginning to flow into it as it slowly filled her mouth.   As it rose to
its full length,  she sucked it in and out, running a wet finger in and out of
his asshole with each stroke.  Only one other person had ever done that to him
and he squeezed his eyes closed, trying to fend off the memory.

     He and Chuck were fifteen when they spent the summer at Chuck's  parents'
place on the bay.  They fished and swam and talked about girls and sex and all
the  things  they  talked  about  any other time.   Somehow their conversation
changed during the overnight fishing trip they took.
     
     It was very hot that night,   and  after  building a campfire to cook the
canned stew they brought, they had gone down to the river to cool off.   There
was no one within miles and Chuck had dared him to go skinny-dipping.    After
their  swim they had gone back to the camp without dressing and sat beside the
fire.   Jim noticed that Chuck's penis was stiff and erect, and his rose, too.
Chuck noticed it immediately.

     "Christ!  You have a monster!" he exclaimed.

     "Large women and small cows," Jim responded.

     "Do you  jerk  off  much?"  Chuck  asked  suddenly.    "I  do  every day.
Sometimes twice or three times."

     Jim's breath caught in his throat.

     "Sometimes," he said quietly.

     "I  like  to  pretend  I'm  fucking  Barbie  Holland,"  Chuck  went   on.
"Sometimes I pretend she's sucking me off."

     Jim did not answer.  He was watching Chuck's hand slowly pul- ling on his
cock.    Barbie  Holland  was a girl a year older than them who had the earned
reputation of being an easy lay.  Neither boy had ever had a woman, but Barbie
Holland was a mutual goal.

     "Do you want to see me?" Chuck asked.

     Jim nodded.   He was holding his own cock by now.   It was very sensitive
and he stroked it self-consciously.   Chuck,  however, picked up tempo and was
chafing his cock with a vengeance.  Sud- denly he stopped.

     "Hey, Jim.   Did you ever do it with another guy?  Jerk each other off, I
mean?" he asked in a conspiratorial tone.

     Jim shook his head.

     "Hey!  I will if you will," Chuck said, fear quavering in his voice.

     Holding Chuck's cock was a different experience.   It was not at all like
holding his own.   For one thing,   it  was smaller and thinner,  although his
balls hung large and full.  They stroked each other awkwardly until Chuck made
them stop and then changed position so he could  concentrate  on  jerking  off
Jim's cock.

     "It's so big," he said. "Have you ever had anybody suck it?"

     Jim nodded a lie.

     "How was it?"

     "Great. It really felt good."

     "I'll  bet it did.   God,  I never had it.   I never did it either.   How
about you?"

     "No," Jim said. "I never sucked anybody before."

     They were quiet for awhile and then  Chuck laid back and let Jim jerk him
off.  Neither one had come.

     "Jim?"

     "What?"

     "What did it feel like?"

     "What?"

     "Getting sucked."

     "It's hard to describe."
                    
     "I don't see what's so bad about it."

     "Getting sucked?"

     "No. The other way around. Sucking a guy's dick."

     "Everybody calls you 'queer' and all.  And no girls want to have anything
to do with you."

     "Jim, I wouldn't tell if a guy sucked my dick. Would you?"

     "I guess not."

     "I mean, if I did it to you, would you tell?  I wouldn't tell on you."

     "No," said Jim. It was almost a whisper.

     In the end,  Chuck had gone first and taken the head of Jim's cock in his
mouth for a few seconds.

     "Your turn," he said.

     Jim leaned down and slowly sucked  Chuck's  thin  cock  into  his  mouth.
There was no taste,  just the smooth sensation of the boy's penis throbbing on
his  tongue.    He  pulled his head away just as the white jism began to shoot
out.  One glob landed on his lips and he tasted it.

     "You bastard!" he shouted.

     "I'm sorry.   I couldn't help it!" Chuck pleaded.   "Look, don't get mad.
I'll let you come on my lips if it makes you feel bet- ter.   Here,  let me do
it to you again!"

     Jim had held himself back while the boy sucked in earnest drawing as much
of Jim's cock in is mouth as he could.   Then, without any warning, he had let
go and shot his wad in Chuck's mouth.   To his surprise, the other boy did not
pull away but con- tinued to suck and swallow.

     "It tastes kind of like mine,"  Chuck confided moments later.   "I always
taste my come when I jerk off.   Sometimes I try to catch it in my mouth.  How
about you?"

     Jim shook his head, but the thought excited him.

     They promised absolute secrecy again and sucked each other off, coming in
one another's mouth and licking each other's balls.   They arrived back at  he
house the following afternoon,  complaining about the poor fishing and how the
mosquitoes  had  kept them awake all night.   The heads of both cocks were red
and chafed from the continuous abuse  they  had received and both boys went to
bed and slept for hours.

     Neither of them mentioned their summer to anyone else and after the start
of school, they never repeated the interludes they enjoyed that summer.   They
had tried everything they had ever heard about,  though,  enjoying some things
and abandoning the things that did not suit them.   As Katie's  finger  probed
his  ass-  hole,   he  thought  of  Chuck's mouth sucking in and out while his
fingers tickled Jim's balls and ass.    It  had  been fun,  but the guilt came
years later as his thoughts went back unbidden to that summer.    He  was  not
queer and did not like the self-accusations that he, indeed, might be.

     The  fingers  felt good though,  and he spread his legs as Katie inserted
two more.   He and Chuck had taken  turns fucking one another,  but he had not
liked the burning sensation of another man's cock in his ass.   He  had  never
repeated it,  but Chuck had asked for it again and again.   He had obliged the
boy,  driving his cock far into the smooth white ass while he massaged Chuck's
prick  and balls,  making Chuck come over and over,  and shooting his own jism
deep into the boy.

     As his memories came flooding  back,   the sensations Katie were stirring
began to have an effect.   He began to feel another orgasm building, amplified
by her working tongue and her busy fingers.   Suddenly she stopped  and  stood
up.

     "Lie  down,"  she  said urgently and crawled over his face even before he
had fully complied.

     With her forearms,  she spread his  legs wide and swallowed his cock once
more,her fingers sliding back to his ass.   Her pussy rubbed hard against  his
mouth  and he burrowed his lips into it to catch the rich aroma of pussy mixed
with the taste of his come.  He sucked and licked, feeling her pulling another
orgasm from his balls.   Finally,  he  exploded  once more in her mouth as she
humped and ground her pussy against his face.

     She kissed him deeply after the both sat up and he felt her hard  breasts
pressing against him.

     "See you tomorrow," she said.  "I hope you're feeling better now."

     "I  feel great!" he told her and the two of them went back to their rooms
without further conversation.

     Jim looked at himself in the mirror.   In his mid-forties,  he was not in
really bad shape,  and his romance  with  the  bottle had not created too much
damage.   He shook his head in wonderment.   From down the hall he could  hear
voices  and  knew  they  were talking about him.   Katie was giggling and Karl
laughed softly.   A little while  later,   the sounds were unmistakable.   The
woman was a sexual dynamo, he told himself.

     
     Susan Raschetti worked as a sales administrator in a man's  world.    She
liked  men  and  shied  away from some of the libby ad- vances of other career
women she met.   But she often tired  of the condescending way some of the men
talked to her.  Sometimes it made for a long day, and this day had been such a
one.   She walked into her apartment,  and picked up the mail  as  she  poured
herself  a  drink.    Katie and Karl had invited her to a Butterfly party that
evening with a new recruit.  She hoped she would be up to it.  But- terfly was
fun, but sometimes recruiting could be a little stren- uous.

     She lived alone and after  two  divorces,  looked forward to spending the
rest of her life with only herself to answer to.   She had met Katie and  Karl
at  a  singles  party  a  year  before  when she had just completed her second
divorce.  She had been totally dis- illusioned and devastated.  One night, she
had let them give her just a little too  much to drink and woke up in bed with
them.   It turned out to be the best therapy she could have had,  and her life
turned upward from that point.

     Since then there had been David and Frank and Dolores.    And  there  had
been the exciting encounter with Betty.  The two women had excited one another
at first sight and Susan had taken her home for the entire weekend - the first
time  she had ever gone one-on-one with a woman.   They still saw one another,
but mostly as a foursome  with  men.    Katie  had been the first to introduce
Susan to bisexuality, but Betty had shown her the true art of Lesbian love.

     Susan undressed and began to draw a hot tub.   Lying back on her bed, she
opened her nightstand and withdrew the large vi- brating dildo and the tube of
K-Y jelly from it.   It had been a long week,  and she needed to relax  before
she went out.  Betty had introduced her to the luxury of a vibrator during one
of  their  marathon  sessions.    As  she  lubricate herself and turned it on,
though,  her thoughts did not go to Betty, but much farther back to the summer
between her sophomore and junior years in high school.

     She had gone to spend  a  month  with  her  aunt  and uncle,  and her two
cousins, Sandy and Tommy.   Sandy was a year younger than she and Tommy a year
older.   Sandy was a pretty girl, just filling out, with long brown hair and a
ready grin.   Tommy was tall and handsome with no lack of dates.   Although he
was chronologically older that Susan, they were on the same grade level.  Both
would be seniors in the fall.

     It had started the second evening she was there.   Her aunt and uncle had
gone out to play cards with friends and the three teen-agers were left  alone.
Tommy had a summer job and had to get up early in the morning,  so went to bed
early,   leaving  the  two girls sitting up alone.   They giggled and gossiped
until late, telling each other the latest events in their fledgling sex lives,
among other things, and Susan got the shock of her life when her demure cousin
confided that she had "gone all the  way" and had loved it.   Susan had wanted
to hear more about Sandy's experience,  but they had promised to be in bed  by
midnight,   and they did not want Sandy's parents finding them up if they came
home early.

     Later in the night,   Susan  awoke  and  heard strange sounds coming from
Sandy's room.   Her watch said it was 12:30 and she quietly got out of bed  to
see  what was making the noise.   Coming to Sandy's room,  her stopped dead in
her tracks as she looked in the  door.    Tommy was on top of his sister,  his
huge cock plunging in and out of Sandy's open pussy.    At  least,   his  cock
seemed  to Susan to be the biggest thing she had ever seen.   Sandy was making
little sounds as her hands pulled  at  Tommy's  ass,  urging him fur- ther and
further into her.  Susan watched them unseen from the darkness of the hallway,
and when Tommy suddenly pulled out,  her eyes widened to see  him  plunge  his
cock  into  Sandy's  waiting  mouth  and  knew from his shuddering body he was
coming down her throat.  The sight of Sandy making love to her brother excited
her no end and with a little cry,   she  fled back to her room and plunged her
hands under her nightgown to the throbbing intensity of her clitoris.

     As the vibrator spread the lips of her pussy,  visions  of  Tommy's  cock
filled  her  vision.    The following day she could bear it no longer and told
Sandy what she had seen.  At first the girl was embarrassed and then, as Susan
had questioned more and more about how  it had happened,  what it was like and
so on,  she and Sandy conspired to seduce Tommy into initiating his cousin,  a
task they knew would not be so difficult.

     "I let Tommy come in my mouth so I won't get pregnant," Sandy  told  her.
"I mean, who wants to get knocked up by their brother?"

     "I never... I mean, what does it taste like? Is it bitter?"

     "I  love  it.    At first I was afraid,  and all I could taste was my own
pussy after Tommy had screwed me.   But  I let him anyway because he said some
of the girls he had been dating did it for him and I should learn to do it for
my boyfriends.  So he taught me.  And I taught him something, too."

     Susan waited breathlessly.

     "I taught him how to eat a girl and make her come.  Tommy says that's the
reason he has so many dates.  He's so good at it!  I just love it when he goes
down on me.  You'll see.  I'll make him do it to you, too."

     That night at dinner as Tommy looked at her and smiled, her cheeks burned
with embarrassment and anticipation.   She felt as if her aunt and uncle  knew
everything  that  was going to happen,  but they chatted banally.   As soon as
dinner was over, Sandy and Susan went up to Sandy's room.

     "Take off your bra and  panties,"  Sandy  told  her  as soon as they were
inside with the door shut.

     "They'll catch us!" Susan whispered.
     
     "No, after dinner they usually go out for some dessert.   Then we can get
ours," she giggled as she quickly pulled down her shorts and skinned  off  the
briefs she was wearing.

     Susan  did  the  same  thing and then lifted up her T-shirt to remove her
bra.

     "You have nice tits," Sandy told her.  "Tommy says he wants to suck them.
You don't mind do you?"

     Susan didn't mind because the  first  thing  that  Tommy did when he came
into the room was to kiss her deeply and then bare her  breasts  to  lick  and
suck her nipples.

     Susan moved the wet vibrator over her nipples as she dreamed of how Tommy
and  then  Sandy had taken turn sucking her tits.   If they could only se them
now, she mused.  So much bigger and so much softer!

     She had been afraid it  would  hurt,   even  though she had pret- ty well
assailed her virginity with her fingers several years before, but she had done
her work well,   and  Tommy's  cock  had  pushed  its  way  into  her  without
impediment.  She came almost im- mediately and let loose a cry of anguish when
he suddenly pulled out of her.

     "Suck him!" Sandy's voice said in her ear. "Make him come!"

     Tommy's  cock was in front of her,  and she tentatively opened her mouth.
He did not wait, but placed it solidly against her lips and pushed.   As Sandy
had told her she would, she tasted her pussy juices as the spongy head slipped
past her lips.

     "Run your tongue around it.  He likes that!" Sandy urged.

     Susan tired following her cousin's directions and remembered what she had
seen the girl doing the  night  before.    She  tried moving her head back and
forth in a pumping motion,  rubbing her tongue along the  strange  ridges  and
folds  of  the  lovely  thing in her mouth.   Soon she felt Tommy's whole body
begin to stiffen and she knew what was going to happen.

     Susan had plunged the vibrator deep into  her pussy as she felt an orgasm
building.   The memories of that first night with Sandy and  Tommy  seemed  to
caress her in tiny, secret places and she remembered the excitement of Tommy's
sperm  shooting into her mouth.   At first she had held it,  surprised that it
was not ter- rible and bitter as someone had once said it would be.   It was a
little salty,  but the aroma  filled  her  head  with a delicious sense sexual
power.   As Tommy had pumped his sperm endlessly,  her hands had gone  to  her
clitoris to bring her off another time.  She soon lost count of how many times
Tommy came in her mouth that summer.

     Between Sandy and Susan,  Tommy's social life languished that summer, but
his sex life flourished.  When they could not be alone at home, they went to a
drive-in and took turns in the back seat.   Once they went on a picnic and the
girls  took  turns standing watch while Tommy fucked and sucked the other one.
She remembered his cock going into  her  dog-style while he squeezed her tits.
God!  It was so good!

     She came in a flood, drenching her vibrator and fingers.

     The hot water of the bath soothed her whole body.   Both Sandy and  Tommy
had married and moved away.   She wondered if they still saw each other.   She
had been tempted to call Tommy several times,  but thought better of it.   The
infrequent  conversations  she had with Sandy were a little confusing and hard
to read.   They never alluded to  the  summer they had,  and any references to
Tommy were only that he had a good job and a nice wife and family.

     In her mind, she called it her Butterfly Summer.

     Susan finished her bath and put a T.V.   dinner in the micro- wave before
bothering to dress.   She took her Butterfly Robe from the closet and laid  it
out  on the bed.   Then she chose a jersey and pair of thin,  tight pants that
she knew made her ass stand  out  and  showed  her pubic hair when she stood a
certain way.   Her breasts sagged a little more than she would have preferred,
but she still looked good without a bra.

     She didn't know who this guy,  Jim,  was,  but  Katie  had  said  he  was
something  good.    She  hoped so.   Even with Butterfly,  things had become a
little too humdrum in her life.

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