I was at the carnival the following night and met Susan by chance. After an hour of inconsequential conversation, we ran into her friend and went for a drink at a local tavern. I squeezed Susan’s ass amid the large crowd of people. Afterward, she bid farewell to me and was gone.

I chased after her and watched with mild interest as she ducked behind a tree and squatted.

“Are you peeing?” I teased.

“What do YOU think?” she whispered.

Like the previous night, strange noises cut through the darkness. Susan grew quiet and dashed home before I could take my next breath.

Returning to the carnival, I met a girl who seemed too respectable to be alone. I found out she knew my name and address. I was horny, so I hit on her. I stole a kiss, then a hug, and finally a caress before we fucked in the unoccupied ladies’ room of a nearby tavern. Later, we fucked in the garden behind my mother’s house.

Sarah and Susan stared in awe as I bragged about my encounter the following morning. I should have known better than to flaunt my prosperity. At the end of the week, I got the clap and was out of commission for a whole month.

Meanwhile, I flirted with the girls. Oh, how they relished the attention! I almost seduced Susan, her roguish demeanor the very face of temptation.

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Several weeks of celibacy passed. I remember feeling so worthless. On a Sunday morning, I approached Sarah, the elder sister, after my mother and Timothy had left for church.

“We can’t fool around,” she told me. “Susan is here. What if she walked in on us? My sister mustn’t know of our relationship!”

“Your sister is in the garden.”

“Shush!” she warned. “I need to prepare lunch.”

And I need to pounce, I thought. Sarah must have been just as horny as I, her face so soft, so unassuming. We staggered to the door of my mother’s bedroom and were on the bed in a flash.

I appreciated her docile attitude. As we began to fuck, I was overcome with excitement. My cock had slipped inside her with such little effort. Sex with Sarah made me feel like a million dollars, even if there was no time for me to orgasm.

All of a sudden we heard a loud knock that shook the entire house. I dashed into the hall while Sarah answered the door. It was her sister. My mother arrived before long, and lunch was served at half past noon. Everybody seemed eager to eat.

“What a disgrace!” said my mother, scanning the beef, the mushy vegetables, and the discolored potatoes. “I’m disappointed in you, Sarah.”

After lunch, my mother retreated to her bedroom. That was when I realized Sarah was in serious trouble. Neither Sarah nor I had shut the door to my mother’s bedroom. I listened from the hall as my mother berated the poor girl for not taking care of the house, for not respecting the property and the demands of its owner. My mother forced Sarah to clean the bed; she thought our cat had made a mess of the sheets, but I knew better than to blame the cat for our misconduct.

That said, Sarah left the house after supper. I found her in the garden. I comforted her until she stopped crying, and we kissed once the sun had faded. I met no resistance as my hands roamed her breasts and ass.

We fucked against the side of the gazebo, me penetrating her from behind. The scene reminded me of my encounter with the mystery girl.