Tales of Jones Lab #53 Swapping Partners
Author's note. These stories are a development from the stories by rwxxx13 with the group title "Study bg3-17." He has approved my continuation with these stories
Swapping Partners
by
Larry Marian
Well, we debated who would tell the rest of the story, but we drew straws and it was me, Jill to finish off what Jack began with the guy I love but who stole Bonnie's dildo even though I'm the youngest.They forget that I'm the girl with all the A's and took Geometry in 8th grade.I'm also the shortest and smallest, though my boobs are bigger than Bonnie's.
So we got word from our gufus at times parents that we were all going to Jones Lab School, a private boarding school for some middle and high school studentsand a day school for elementary and local secondary students.The kicker at first was it was not a "clothing optional" school like many public and private swimming pools, but "clothing forbidden" school for everybody except for some of the staff, like the cooks and maintenance folks.
So it wasn't too surprising that when the four of us - oh, yeah, my brother Jack, and our neighbors and best buds, Clyde and Bonnie - and they insisted that's what we should call them - got home for Thanksgiving, driven home by parents, we had a surprise for us - a big surprise.
First of all, all four parents drove an hour to pick us up, then insisted that we sit with a non -parent.So I sat next to Ernie and Jack set next to Helen, while Bonnie sat next to Buck and Clyde sat next to Sissie.But of course we all called them by their last name, for Clyde and Bonnie's folks and Mom and Dadby me and Jack.
Oh, by the way, Jack is 16, Clyde is 15, Bonnie is 13, going on 14 and I'm 13 going on 13.And I room with Clyde and Jack rooms with Bonnie in 9/10 I since there are two 9/10 halls. Despite the fact that Bonnie and I are both in eighth grade, we dorm in 9/10 I because of our brothers.
So, they all drive up Thursday after they put the turkey on, pick us up with two friends, who we drop off at the bus station to go to Winnie's grandparents' for Thanksgiving.We'd suggested that Winnie and David could come to, since Winnie was now our other roommate in a six man room, which used to be the detention room for some fairly serious school rules.That idea - Winnie and David coming - was nixed at once.Clyde bless his heart - asked if the fact that David was African was this reason for their not being invited.
There was almost a riot in the van with parents yelling that it didn't make any difference with them at all, but it was family and something they'd planned for us alone.We yelled back that they were our friends, that Winnie made us the only five way beddie in the history of Jones, and David and Winnie would be beddies except he couldn't desert his roomie - she needed him.Like I said, I'm the smart one and didn't mention that four of the five of us had had sex with David, and three of us are girls.
Well, it got calmed down before dinner - way before as we were enlisted in helping get dinner ready - that is after we had shed our clothes, like our parents.Great dinner of course, nice turkey, gravy (I helped with that), mashed potatoes, a decent green bean casserole (I helped French the green beans, and no, I did not stick my tongue in green beans), dressing and stuffing (you have to have Southern blood to know the difference), and lots of other sides and desserts.
So after dinner it hit the fan.The Corporation - ta da! - wanted a new experiment and we fit the bill.We had to double dog swear, cross our hearts and hope to die, and go smear on our own blood on our great grandparents tomb stones (well, maybe not) we would say nothing.Well, I'm typing, not saying.
Well we swore we would not tell, then waited for what we would not tell.So here it was.Tonight we would all go to bed, but not necessarily in our own beds, but in the bed of the other sex parent of our best friend.I really gulped as I looked at Ernie, Bonnie's dad, whose a nice guy but who has a handlebar mustache and something of a pot.I did check out his dick, and it came in close to David's, except for the color.
So, any way, we all agreed and we all went our separate ways to an upstairs bedroom inthe home owners home.So I went upstairs with Ernie while Jack went with Helen.Oh. We were to call them by their first names.Not to keep going, but, my idea, the first time we had sex was in the playroom in front of the gas fireplace on a bearskin rug! I loved it.
Well, I'm rambling, but we all got together in our house the next morning after breakfast.Here's the amazing thing.My brother Jack was holding hands with Helen.My best friend Bonnie had her arm wrapped around Buck while Clyde and Sissie sat in the love seat, making out like a couple of twelve year olds. Ernie and I sat at the breakfast bar where we were sort of covered and we were, as the sex ed teachers said, "engaging in mutual masturbation."
So the adults laid out the rules for the next three days- Friday through Sunday when we would go home.The rest of Friday to the end of an early dinner would be a continuation of last night - that is I would make it with Ernie, whose mustache I was getting used to.Friday night I would reunite with Clyde.Saturday late morning until Saturday after dinner we would be with our counterpart, with me, that would be Bonnie. Great. Then Saturday night and Sunday morning, we would be with - tra la - the spouse of our first partner - so, for me, Helen, Ernie's wife. Ernie would be with my brother Jack, and so on.
First shock, and then "oh, wow!"Once more Clyde had to suggest going right on to Saturday night at once.He got booed as the rationale teens thought about it - having sex with the spouse of your first partner.So I would kissErnie good bye and I would go to the guest bedroom with Helen.I would stay with Helen until we all got dressed, packed, and ready to return to Jones Lab School.Home of the Beavers. I think we won a lot of games we should have lost with that mascot.
Well, when the meeting broke up we four couples each went our separate way to two homes next door and two bedrooms.I'm not sure about the other couples, but Ernie was hard and dripping when we entered the master bed.I mean he picked me up to gently toss me on the bed and climb in afterwards.I learned the backwards cowgirl that afternoon and then just talking with him.I really, really think I'm in love with him.If he ever can come by Jones and they let me check out for an overnight with him - wow!
Anyway, dinner came at Jack's and my house.I wonder if some other cooks came in and did it, but left over turkeyturned into turkey file gumbo, cornbread and really good green beans, with just a bit of ham or fatback or something.Our parents had some Jax beer and we each got about three ounces to taste it.
After supper, Clyde and I held hands and went upstairs in my house to my bedroom.Truth is, we might have gotten four hours of sleep total. Of course, after the first hour, which was mostly kissing and touching, we talked about the experience of being screwed or screwing thefather or mother of your best friend.And then talking about our father or mother. "Can you imagine your mom and dad fucking?I mean really? "
"You coming out of your mom's pussy?"
But in the calm between we also talked about that other dad or mom, who we both agreed were wonderful lovers.
Clyde asked me as we lay in the guest room bed, "What was your greatest experience the last day?" I had to giggle.
"Sweetie, I always thought doing it on that bearskin rug.That's the first thing Ernie and I did.What was yours? "
Well, Clyde frowned for a bit. He told me "pinky swear." I told him sure."Sissie. Not sure how many men she's had. Doesn't include the Lab school she went to.But she's wonderful."
That led to SEX!Finally we went to sleep, all cuddled up.
Then came, for our idea, teen gay sex, Bonnie and me and Jack and Clyde.We got the guest bedrooms with fresh sheets and towels and such.I went with Bonnie to her bedroom. For awhile we almost played "Old Maid" before doing what we had done since I was just past 12. Pretty sure Clyde and Jack were playing with that hard dick on the other.It was fun. But I licked Bonnie's clit the first time when she'd just turned 13. I mean she had some hair down there, but not much, but more than my five or six below my belly button. So we did what we had done for a year or so for me.
Then came Saturday night.Not turkey - steaks.Steak fries.Big salad.Wonderful.Adults said their wine was aSecond Growth, whatever that means. Then Helen came to me, smiled, and said, " Jill, Ernie's new favorite girl friend, would you like to come upstairs to my bed?"I looked up to see Jack climbing the stairs with Ernie, arms around each other's waist.
"I would."I looked around to see an empty room except for Helen and myself."I want to go down on you first."I looked at her smile.
"Sure," and hand in hand we walked up the stairs to the master bed.
There we turned the lights down low.I think we hesitated a bit, but then Helen began to kiss and stroke me a bit. "You want to be first. But I want you ready.Relax, Jill. Enjoy. My pussy knows you know how to please me.You may lick when ready, Gridley. (It took two years for me to figure that out.).So, I did. I tasted the first adult pussy.As I slurped and fingered, she guided me a bit. I brought her to a good orgasm, then she turned and made me cum six times in - I don't know.But I came.
That was the start.But the finish came when Helen took something out of a cloth bag and held it up for me to see. It was black and looked like a dick; thenshe held it in her hand and I saw it was two dicks."What's that, Helen?" I asked, very perplexed.
"It's a two headed dildo.If you want, I'll lie down and insert it in my cunt.Then you lie on top of me and you or I will put it in yours.Then we screw each other.You want to try?"
I blurted out, "It looks like David's when he's hard. So I can try. So we did.It was okay, but I'd rather have Clyde - or David. But it was wonderful to have love with Helen.
Sunday morning was confusion, but it was in our home.It seemed to me that the cooks were trying to outdo each other - omelets, SOS, Belgian waffles, fruit, you name it. But we ate and talked to each other, parent, friend's parent, brother/sister, friend, lover, until it was time to clean up, get dressed and go back to school.
When we got back to Jones, I led Ernie and Helen back to the now drab brown lawn where the upper school's recreation area lay deserted, except for the three of us.I said, "Thank you both.I hope we can do this again. I've had a wonderful Thanksgiving, thanks to you."
Both hugged and kissed me; both slid their hand up between my thighs.
"We'll see you again, dear Jill," Ernie said.
"You aren't our daughter.You are our love child," Helen said.
Funny how my three best and oldest friends said the same as the counselor went by for bed check for the four of us and Winnie.
When I started "After the Experiment" I did not plan to have more than between three to five more stories. Like Topsy, this has grown. With growth came a few errors. For example, we have the line from the Teen Swim Party "... ranging from a bald, flat 11 year old..." when the invitation clearly states that the mandated ages are 12 to 17 so this line should read "... ranging from a bald vagina, flat one who looked 11 . . ." Feel free to point out other errors. If I were to ever find a paper publisher, such errors will be corrected.
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