The Barclay Girls (Part #2)

In this sequel, James happily beds the last two of the four Barclay sisters who decide to console him sexually after his sister and mother die a few weeks apart

Author’s Note: This story is the sequel to an earlier story. It is strongly suggested that you read it in its entirety before reading this second part. Nevertheless, here is a brief summary of what occurred in the first instalment:

In 1972, James Ryan is a 19-year-old who lives with his father. In the space of a few weeks, his only sibling, a beloved sister named Kimberly, died of leukemia at age 17 followed shortly thereafter by his mother who succumbed unexpectedly at age 45 from an undiagnosed heart ailment. James and his father receive plenty of support from friends and neighbors during their time of grief, but James is surprised by an unexpected phone call from a neighbor he barely knows: 19-year-old Madeline Barclay. She invites him to her home across the street one Saturday afternoon to “cheer him up”. When he arrives, she confesses that she’s fantasized about having sex with him since she was 12. They promptly do engage in sexual intercourse, which James enjoys thoroughly. He is also pleased to learn that Madeline’s three hedonistic sisters also want to “console” him in a similar fashion. Leslie Barclay, age 18, is James’ sex partner the following Saturday. She says he can expect sexual invitations from her other two sisters, Vicki and Mandy.
As in the first story, James is the narrator for Part #2.

Part One

Oddly enough, the double tragedy I had recently experienced in my life was now getting me laid. It’s truly wild how things can work out sometimes. First, Madeline Barclay basically gave me a “pity fuck” –which was a fabulous experience. Next, her younger sister Leslie did the same thing for me (which was equally terrific). Now I was told to expect subsequent invitations form the other two Barclay sisters. Prior to the Barclay girls’ intervention, I had only screwed three girls in my life. Now I was going to more than double that total thanks to one hedonistic family’s four daughters.

As expected, I received a telephone call from Vicki Barclay. She had been so unknown to me just a month ago that I didn’t realize she was Leslie’s twin sister. Thus, she was 18, too. They weren’t true identical twins—Vicki was a little bit taller and slightly longer in the face than Leslie was—but anybody could quickly deduce that they were sisters.

During our phone conversation, Vicki seemed exceptionally excited to show me a good time in her bedroom. She said to me, “Both Madeline and Leslie said you really knew how to use your dick to please them. I hope it will be the same with me, James! Be prepared to come to my house on Saturday at about 2 p.m. I’ll call you again when I’m totally alone there. I’m really looking forward to it! I hope you are, too!”

It was a silly statement, but I gave her a very affirmative answer. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Vicki. You Barclay girls have certain talents that I fully appreciate. You don’t know how much I appreciate them!”

Vicki replied, “I actually think I do, James.” She giggled cutely and then hung up the phone.

I got the expected phone call at 1:57 p.m. on Saturday. It was a quick one. “It’s Vicki calling. I’m all alone in the house now, James. You can come visit me,” Vicki breathlessly stated. Then she added, “I desperately want to ride your big dick right now.” I never thought I was particularly well endowed, but I wasn’t about to argue the point with a sexually charged teenage girl. I hung up, too. I was standing at the Barclays’ doorstep about two minutes later.

Vicki let me in and quickly engulfed me in a passionate bear hug and smothered me with kisses. Neither Madeline nor Leslie had been this forward in her behavior, so Vicki’s amorous actions somewhat startled me. I was not displeased by them, of course. Not at all. “Well, Vicki…You seem to want to get right at it,” I said when I go the chance to do so. I was simply stating the obvious.

“Nothing gets past you, James. You’re one smart fellow,” she readily joked. “My bedroom awaits us!”

Vicki possessed the same shiny, black hair that all the Barclay girls did. Hers was the longest, however. Her tresses dipped at least six inches beneath her shoulders, which I found to be very sexy and feminine. She had approximately the same height and bust size as Madeline. Her pretty face lit up the room when she smiled. In other words, Vicki kept up the Barclay tradition of being very attractive—and I happily told her so and we began to disrobe.

Vicki gave me some personal information while she was removing her clothing. Despite her engaging in something akin to a striptease, I listened to what Vicki had to say without being too distracted. She told me that she was 25 minutes younger than Leslie, but amazingly they did not share the same birthday! She was born after midnight while Leslie entered the world before midnight. “Imagine not having the same birthday as a twin sibling!” she declared. “It is an extremely rare situation, too. It had its advantages, however. For one thing, Leslie and I always have separate birthday parties. This reinforces the idea that we are two individuals. Sometimes twins aren’t accorded that respect on an individual basis.”

I could tell from Vicki’s general diction and the way she phrased sentences that she had intelligence that was above average. I asked her, “Can I assume you got high marks in school?”

“Yes, I was on the honor roll every year,” she informed me with pride. “That’s another way I’m different from Leslie. She was a career C-student and was quite content with being one. I used to panic if I got a B on an assignment.”

I decided to have some fun with my hostess. I commented, “Leslie was excellent in bed last Saturday despite being a lifelong C student. Vicki, can you equal or better her in screwing? It would be great if you could.”

“I’ll just do my thing and let you worry about giving me a grade, James,” she replied. “Finish getting undressed so we can begin. I’m champing at the bit.”

“Oh, you are definitely a smart girl, Vicki!” I told her. “You used the correct word there—champing instead of chomping. Most people get that word wrong. I find intelligence extremely sexy Vicki. I’m going to thoroughly enjoy fucking you today.”

I wasn’t kidding. Brainy Vicki was a total turn on. I was more aroused with her in a shorter time than I had been with either sister I had previously bedded. I sucked on her tits while Vicki pleasured me with a hand job. Not long after I began massaging Vicki’s vagina, I shoved two fingers inside her. Vicki yelped for a moment and then relaxed. I slid my fingers inside her pussy as far as they would go and drew them back slowly.

“That feels absolutely fabulous, James!” Vicki declared. “Keep doing it, please!”

“Why not?” I said flippantly. “Hey, I’ve got all afternoon to do whatever I want to do. Guess what! This is what I want to do!” Not long afterward Vicki had an orgasm. It was nothing like Madeline’s two weeks earlier, but it was certainly noticeable. I licked her pussy from top to bottom so I wouldn’t miss a drop.

“Your fingers felt fine inside me, James,” Vicki said. “I bet your dick feels even better. Give it to me, please!” I loved how polite Leslie was to me, always saying please to me. That turned me on, too.

I quickly mounted her and shoved my manhood where nature intended it to go. Vicki had a remarkable vagina that seemed to draw my penis deeply inside her without me expending too much effort. Still, I vigorously drilled her over and over again. “How’s that?” I asked her without stopping my amorous actions.
“Just what I expected—great!” was Vicki’s reply.

I had yet to deliberately come on a Barclay girl’s face, so I figured I was overdue. With no advance announcement, when the time came (and so did I) I pulled out, straddled Vicki’s torso and aimed my hard rod squarely at her nose. My marksmanship was quite accurate. The first rope of semen indeed struck the tip of Vicki’s turned up nose. Subsequent ejaculations got her between the eyes and on her fore head. I made sure I saved my final blast to strike her lips. Her mouth was slightly open to the time, so she got to taste my jism. My only verbal reaction was a lengthy, “Ahh!”

Vicki said nothing. She got out of bed and wiped her face clean with several tissues. I wasn’t sure if she was angry or pleased with me. “I hadn’t expected you to come on my face, James, but that’s okay. I guess I should always anticipate that. I figured you were the type of guy who either didn’t pull out or the kind who fired your load on the girl’s body. At least that’s the impression I got from Madeline and Leslie.

“I just couldn’t resist, Vicki,” I said. “All of a sudden when I could feel my orgasm building, I figured your face ought to be covered with my jism. Let me make it up to you.”

For the next 40 minutes I kissed every inch of Vicki’s body, fondled her most important parts, and generally made beautiful love to her. Vicki kept herself busy my yanking on my rod, trying to coax another erection from me. She did! Furthermore, she brought me to a second ejaculation far quicker than I expected. I just shot my load over Vicki’s hand and wrist. I felt it had been wasted. We spent another hour after that, just talking about scholarly things, such as favorite books. It was far from typical pillow talk.

When I got up to leave, Vicki reminded me that I was supposed to give her a grade. “Did I get an A?” she asked hopefully.

“Nope…it was an A-plus!” I informed her. “You are a fun and affectionate bedmate, Vicki. Let me tell you something you might not realize: You have a fabulous pussy that just grabs my dick and makes it surrender!”

Part Two

Like clockwork, the following day I got a phone call from 14-year-old Mandy, the youngest Barclay daughter by far. She had a wonderful sense of humor. Mandy joked that she was the only obstacle separating me from achieving the Barclay girl grand slam and she wouldn’t dream of preventing it from happening. Therefore, she wanted me to dop by on Saturday to have a sexual romp with her, too.

I had noticed Mandy for years. She was a cute, vivacious petite little kid when her family moved into their house. Now she was a cuter teen. Her hair was also black, but it was curlier than any of her three sisters’ hairdos. She didn’t have much of a figure, but that was alright by me. I found her youth to be very enticing. I didn’t tell Dad I had a sex date with Mandy because of our age differences. The “age of consent” in Michigan was 16. Frankly I didn’t care. If pretty Mandy Barclay was going to throw herself at me, I wasn’t going to stop her regardless of any law on the books.

On the appointed day, Mandy gave me an “all clear” phone call as her three sisters had when she wanted me to make the short walk to her home. I didn’t walk; I sprinted to her doorstep. I was more eager for this encounter than any of the other three trysts—which had all turned out to be terrific. Mandy treated me to a cola and a plate full of homemade chocolate chip cookies, which was a nice touch. She then crawled upon me as I sat in the comfy chair that I’d sat in three times before. She was wearing a green t-shit with sky-blue shorts. She basically gave me a full body rub while running her fingers through my hair. Then she began to kiss me better than any of her three sisters had. My dick promptly rose to full alert!

Mandy pulled her t-shirt off and tossed it cavalierly to the floor to show me her A-cup brassiere. She rubbed that against me and then unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. Then Mandy sexily took off her bra, which was slightly too small for her growing assets, and rubbed her breasts against me. This girl definitely knew what she was doing! I joyfully joined in on the fun by cupping Mandy’s perky and pointy tits and fondling her nipples. They got hard in a hurry. If I were grading Mandy, she would have already earned an A for arousing me so well, considering she had only been at it for two minutes and we hadn’t even gotten to her bedroom yet.

“Time for a proper fuck!” Mandy told me as she took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom, the furthest room down the hallway. (It occurred to me that I had now been in all for Barclay girls’ rooms to receive the ultimate in pleasure.) Mandy pulled down the bedspread and then slipped out of her blue shorts. Her panties had tiny sailboats on them, which was a nice, girlish touch. Her vagina had only the slightest traces of public hair. I was absolutely delighted by the sight of it!

“I just have to munch on that!” I told her, expressing my complete lust and excitement in just seven words. Mandy got the idea and laid at the edge of her bed. She spread her legs to allow me access to her most private body part. I shed my trousers, but I opted to leave my briefs on for the time being. Why? I don’t know.

Be that as it may, I placed my mouth on Mandy’s pussy. It was a real beauty, the kind that sort of looks like a roast beef sandwich. I wasted no time pleasuring it—and her—with my mouth and tongue. With my penis being equally aroused by the sight of my squirming bedmate, I dropped my briefs and gave my dick a few tugs. It was pointing skyward. I wanted to show Mandy That I was fully ready for action. I think I was successful by the contented look on her face when she saw my solid manhood.

I moved quickly to a position on top of Mandy and drove my dick into her pleasure hole. Drove is likely the wrong term to use. It just slid inside her like it was the place it definitely belonged. I drove my dick in and out of Mandy half a dozen times and then I pulled out due to caution. I did not want to lose my load quickly, which would have been the case if I’d stayed in her pussy for another half minute. Mandy was such an adorable sex partner, I wanted our encounter to last forever.

Next, I enjoyed Mandy’s small breasts. The old adage proved to be true: Quality counted more than quantity. They were the perfect size for her torso. I loved the fact that they were different in shape than her sisters’ sets of goodies. Madeline, Leslie and Vicki all had basically round tits. Mandy had the pokey style which practically invited me to suck on them. I could hardly refuse such an invitation, so that’s what I did, switching from her right to left tit every 15 seconds or so. (I was having a marvelous time, but I wasn’t keeping time.)

“Ever had a titty fuck, Mandy?” I asked her.

“No, but I think I’ll be having my first in the next minute or so,” she cutely responded.

“How about 10 seconds from now!” I replied to her as I straddled her torso and placed my throbbing dick between her pair of teenage treasures. Despite being new at it, Mandy understood that she ought to squeeze her breasts together around my dick as I thrusted it forward and backward. It was certainly a great visual. The feeling wasn’t too shabby either!

Somehow, I didn’t ejaculate between her tits. I pressed my luck but telling Mandy to get on her knees on the bed and elevate her bum so I could screw her from behind while standing just off to the side of the bed. Mandy willingly complied, and I drove my penis as far as it could possibly go inside my bedmate’s gorgeous pussy. Seconds later, I lost control and fired a substantial cum shot into Mandy’s vagina. It was totally unplanned.

“Oh, jeez, Mandy! I came inside your pussy! That wasn’t supposed to happen, but I couldn’t control myself with you!”

I was afraid of the outcome, but Mandy was very calm. She said, “Watch and learn, James.” Over the next 30 seconds, Mandy did something utterly amazing in my estimation: She squeezed the muscles of her lower abdomen and pushed every drop my thick, white semen out of her and onto the bedsheets. It was a mess, but it was a welcome sight for me.

“Clean as a whistle!” she announced. “You can fuck me again, if you like, James. If you accidentally come inside me, I’ll do the same thing again. It’s not a problem. I’ve done it before.”

“Uh, yeah…I can tell!” was the only thing I could think of saying. I did take her up on her offer, though. Some 20 minutes later I ejaculated a second time. This blast landed safely across her pokey breasts.

As I paused to catch my breath, I said to my pretty teen bedmate, “Can you keep a secret?”

Mandy said nothing but she did nod her answer to me.

“Honey, you were better in bed than all three of your sisters! That the honest truth, Mandy. They were terrific, don’t get me wrong, but you were extra special to screw. Fucking your beautiful pussy today was probably the highlight of my life.”

Mandy just glowed. She gave me a wonderful hug to thank me for the huge compliment.

My Barclay girl grand slam was complete! What fun it had been! It wasn’t really over, though. I sampled all the girls’ sexual treats at least once more, but I always returned to Mandy—which amazed the older girls in the family. Perhaps Mandy’s overall excellence in bed was why I married her eight years later. Forty-five years later, we’re still together.