When I tried to probe their "other" holes, even my pinkie wouldn't fit - and they said it hurt bad - so there was never again any attempt at reciproca...ion ... until puberty.I was twelve when modesty became the order of the day (How many years too late?), but Rachel and Jenny would not be denied. They just went secretive about it. I certainly wouldn't blab!The year I began high school, Rachel and Jenny (who had been exceptionally close to me in grade school) got panicky, but never revealed what. Lying back down, Jenny spread her legs, opening herself to Ron’s gaze. Reaching out she once more touched his head, guiding him down to her already moist pussy.Ron looked at his first real pussy. He had seen photos and videos on websites he visited when it was safe - those did not do it justice. He could see and smell the sweetness of arousal. The moisture was plainly evident; he could sense the heat coming off of her. Combine everything and it was too much for his young body to comprehend. His. Those big boobs were released and came out jumping like a ping pong ball. I went near her and started to suck her left boob. While doing that, I started pressing her right boob. Slowly, mom was now moaning and enjoying.Then I bent over and started to smooch her. Mom responded and within no time, our tongues were fighting. Then I shifted to her right boob and started biting her nipple. Mom was moaning with pain this time.Slowly, I started moving my hand towards her pussy. I kept my hand over. Then he noticed the man riding away... On Henry's horse. "Great," he thought. "All my cloths, my money, my food..." Then he thought about the wound he had given the scum. It would kill him... In about a week. Henry hoped he enjoyed every moment of it. He tried to stand, when a sharp pain in his leg made him collapse again. He just saw a beautiful face over him and thought that, perhaps, he was on his way to heaven. Then he knew no more.Henry awoke in a small, wooden room that he realized, after.