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Margaret and Tracy were seventeen and I had just turned eighteen. We lived in the same rural area and were in the same drama class in school. Practice for the play was held after school hours so no school bus was available, but I had a car and would give them rides home after practice. We shared a few classes in school but never really knew each other until drama class and performing in the upcoming play, becoming unlikely friends on our drive home after practice.I was already six feet tall with an athletic build, thanks to both working hard on the farm and participating in numerous sports, and was already familiar with older women, girls, and sex. Those are stories for another time. I had varied interests ranging from cars and sports to chess and drama. The idea of acting intrigued me, so I had signed up for drama class.Margaret was the youngest of four and lived with her family on a dairy farm. She was a tall, slim, and blonde tomboy, nearly as strong as I was and much more intelligent. She had joined the drama club to get an escape from daily chores of the farm and endless studying. Around school she was referred to as an “egghead” or “brainiac”, due to her high level of intelligence and over-achieving grades.Tracy was an only child and lived with her parents on a small acreage. She was a short, plump brunette with an odd sense of humor who loved to read. Being introverted and shy, she had joined the drama club at the urging of her mother and was slowly opening up with us.It was a Friday night when we left the school after drama practice and Tracy spoke up.“My parents are not home tonight. Do you guys want to come over?”“They won’t mind?” I asked.“No. I said I was going to invite a friend to hang out and they said that was fine. They won’t be home until after midnight.”“Sure!” Margaret agreed. “I’ll call my folks when we get there and let them know.”“My mom made food; we just need to warm it. And if you want, we can sneak bursa escort a few beers or some wine, too. They won’t know.”“I’m game,” I added. “Besides, Margaret will need a ride home.”“I’m sure my dad will send my brother for me if you don’t want to stay,” Margaret announced.“Of course, I’ll stay,” I chuckled. “Sounds like fun.”I pulled into the driveway and parked the car, following the girls into the house. Margaret and I sat in the kitchen as Tracy disappeared and we suddenly heard music blasting from the living room. Tracy went to use the phone.“Where’s the washroom?” I asked.Tracy pointed down the hallway. When I returned, they were in the living room on the couch, eating pizza and each drinking a beer.“It was in the oven and still hot,” Tracy announced. “There’s beer for you, too.”I grabbed a slice and the beer and sat down in the recliner across from them. We ate and talked, enjoying our pizza and beer. Tracy jumped up and brought back a few more beers and a bottle of wine. She disappeared and returned with a mickey of lemon gin, which used to be called “panty remover”, and held it up excitedly.“You have to mix that,” I pointed out. “Have any 7-up or ginger ale?”She fetched a bottle of 7-up and a few glasses, clinking it all together on the coffee table.“Let’s have a party!” Tracy shouted. “My first party!”“My first party, too!” Margaret added excitedly. “Let’s drink to it!”I laughed and we touched our beers together in celebration. They wanted to try the gin, so I mixed us each a glass. They agreed it was very good, emptied their glasses and mixed another. I warned them to go easy on it.“I love this song!” Margaret squealed. “Let’s dance!”She jumped up and started dancing, swigging the rest of her drink as she bounced about. Tracy joined her and the two put their hands out to me.“Come on! Dance with us!”I joined them and we danced together for a moment before pausing to push the coffee table aside after the unopened bursa escort bayan wine bottle got knocked over. We resumed dancing, laughing and moving together as the music led us along. Margaret suddenly leaned close and kissed me, giggling as she pulled away. After a moment she did it again, this time leaving her lips on mine a moment longer. Tracy suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me to her, planting her lips on mine.“Hahaha, go Tracy! Go Tracy!” Margaret laughed while clapping her hands.Tracy pulled away, flushed and with a smile on her face. Margaret took my arm and pulled me to the couch so that I suddenly sitting between them. Margaret put her hand on my thigh and leaned against me.“You don’t mind kissing us, do you?” she giggled.“No, not at all,” I admitted.Tracy leaned against me, her big tits pushing into my arm as she put her hand on my chin.“That’s the first time I’ve kissed anyone,” she admitted shyly. “Was it okay?”“Yes. Want to do it again?” I offered.She replied by putting her mouth on mine, kissing me vigorously before moving away. Before I could say anything, Margaret pulled my face towards hers and planted a long kiss on me.“Me, too,” she added. “I like it.”The two giggled and snuggled up to me.“We know you’ve kissed other girls,” Margaret said as her hand rubbed along my thigh.“And done other things,” Tracy added with a coy smile. “Want to do other things with us?”I was surprised and excited by this unexpected turn of events.“Uh, sure. Whatever you want to do,” I agreed as my swelling dick nearly ruptured the zipper on my jeans.“I want to see your dick,” Margaret giggled.“Yeah, me too,” Tracy added.“Okay, but I get to see you, too,” I replied as I stood up.Margaret jumped up and stripped quickly, getting nude before I had my t-shirt and jeans off. Tracy followed, undoing her bra and releasing her big, firm tits last. Margaret watched and admired them as much as I did as Tracy sat back down on escort bursa the couch. I stood nude in front of them, my cock hardened by the sight of these nude girls in front of me, and they moved together on the edge of the couch. Margaret reached out first and tentatively ran her fingers along my cock, giggling as it twitched at her touch.“Yours is way bigger than my dad’s,” Tracy giggled.“What?” Margaret asked.“I‘ve seen my dad’s,” she answered. “Once in the bathroom and once… when he was fucking my mom with the door open!”She put her hands to her face and squealed in embarrassment.“No way!” Margaret laughed. “You saw them?”“Yes,” she admitted with a giggle. “I watched for a minute, until my mom saw me. Then I ran to my room!”We all laughed. Margaret had wrapped her hand around my cock and suddenly realized what she was doing. She examined it closely as she stroked it. Tracy reached over and put her fingers on the tip, squeezing it gently before running her fingers around it and making me moan.“Are you cumming?” Margaret asked.“No,” I laughed. “It just feels good.”They kept stroking and squeezing, giggling as it pulsed and twitched. Tracy suddenly leaned forward and licked the swollen head. Margaret followed her lead and did the same, running her tongue around the tip and then down the shaft.“Let me suck on it,” Tracy giggled. “I want to try it.”Margaret nodded and watched as Tracy took me into her mouth and tentatively sucked on the tip. She opened her mouth wider and took in a little more before I put my hand on her head and stopped her.“Watch your teeth,” I warned. “Just go slow, it takes practice.”She backed off and after a few tries had it figured out and was able to take half of me into her mouth. I noticed Margaret had one hand between her legs and was rubbing herself as she watched. Tracy pulled away and gasped for air.“My turn,” Margaret said when she grabbed my shaft and moved her mouth close.Tracy watched while Margaret took her turn and sucked my swollen cock into her mouth. She took her time and was soon doing as Tracy had. I was mesmerized by the sight of these two girls going down on me, taking turns and slathering my cock with their spit.