It is a relief to find a website where one can freely express events that are hard to download to anyone since the stories are so far beyond the pale. I have had a lifetime event I have been dying to tell someone with no one to tell without revealing too much and possibly injuring someone since it entails events and behavior considered uncommon, perhaps abnormal, but here it is. Please note that all names used here have been changed.

Many of us have childhood friends. I had one, Millie, whom I met when we were in grade school. She was a homely, skinny little girl sitting alone in the school cafeteria and I felt somehow obliged to join her. Soon enough I found her to be very conversational and we engaged in a vast exchange of ideas that now looking back, could fit in a thimble since we were both only around 10 years of age at the time. It was clear to me even back then, that Millie was uncommonly intelligent. If I brought up any subject at all, she would immediately expound on it at length. It always delighted me to hear her ramble on about anything.

I found out that Millie lived only four blocks away from my house and later discovered that she lived next to my friends, Mrs. Miller and her family, three sons, a daughter and her husband, I knew them very well from church since I first began to have memories of church around age four or so. Mrs. Miller was tall and bulky-looking. Mr. Miller was at around half a foot shorter than his wife was and I found that unusual.

Millie and I began to meet at her house and play board and card games, chatting on incessantly. Occasionally, her widowed mother would ask me to stay for dinner and after calling home, I would remain then go home a bit later. I had not only found a new friend but I liked her mother a lot, a waitress at one of the better restaurants in town and a very pleasant looking and acting woman. Occasionally, one of the Millers, next door, would spot Millie and me walking into Millie's house and wave greetings.

My friendship with Millie strengthened as the years went by. She was like the sister I never had but imagined. Soon enough, we were in our late teens and approaching our last year in High School. We used to remark on how fast time was flitting by. We also went to movies, never thinking of our great friendship as a romance. She grew up, still skinny and homely, not quite the "girl next door" but her personality overcame any physical shortcomings. To make things worse, she wore large teeth braces, it seemed to me, forever. She still had them when we were in our senior year in High School. As such,

In our late teens, the board and card games were forgotten but we would sit on her sofa and gab away for hours. She always seemed to have some new idea or event from the front page or TV to discuss. I would do odd jobs around town for some cash but the idea of a full time job while in school was not attractive to me since I was not the sharpest pencil in the school bag. My intelligence was fundamental, even more solidly grounded than Millie's was but I had to study hard to keep my grades up while Millie breezed through.

One day we sat on the sofa and Millie blurted out, "Would you like to see something funny?" "Sure," I said. We went up to Millie's attic, an unfinished space I had seen only once before in all the years. The insulation was up but held only by slats of wood and not covered. Millie led me to a small, pinched window on the floor and we had to lie on the floor to look out of it. "What are we looking at," I asked. Millie said, "This is a direct view to down to the miller's main bedroom on their first floor." I almost got up but Millie said, "Let's just wait a bit, looking at her watch. "Don't worry," she said. Soon enough Mrs. Miller walked into the room and one could see the Queen sized bed and one off the drawers and a bedside table. Mrs. Miller took off all her clothes. I was shocked and had a red face but could not stop looking. She had very large, round breasts and was not as bulky or block-like as she appeared to be in her matronly clothes. Mrs. Miller was on her back and, legs spread wide open, began to play with her self.

I felt waves of shame flowing on my face. I could also hear Millie, next to me, begin to breathe hard.
She was obviously enjoying the scene so I settled down to join her in watching. Not long after, Mrs. Miller's older son walked in, completely nude, with a large erection. He knelt down and kissed Mrs. Miller fully and open-mouthed. Then he went down and her, thoroughly licking and sucking on her crotch. He the slowly mounted her and began to fuck her in even strokes from his hips. I felt a sense of being stunned and told Millie, "My God, this is Mrs. Miller and her son, Ronnie." Millie held her finger up to her mouth and said, "Shhh, just watch." Then, little Mr. Miller walked in wearing just a T-shirt but his cock was at attention and while not gigantic, it seemed to me, larger than most of the guys I had seen in the gym shower room. He walked over as his son fucked away at his mother and stood by his son's head while Ronnie continued to French kiss Mrs. Miller. They both began to suck on Mr. Miller's hard cock. Then, the Miller girl came in. She was only around 15. She was also nude with immature breasts. She started to suck on Mr. Miller's inflamed cock while Ronnie continued to fuck his mom.

I heard Millie, next to me, breathing very hard and she was playing with herself. This was a first in our long friendship. She had a box with her and said, this is Mom's stuff. "You know, I've been watching the Millers for five years right from here and could not stand it. It took me a long time to finally get up the nerve to show you all this but here we are. She took out a large dildo and slipped it into her soaked pussy saying, "The Millers are infectious." Now here was my skinny friend, plowing away at her vagina. She said, "I deflowered myself soon after first watching the Miller orgy. It happens on odd days, but usually always today, Wednesday. "

For the first time, I felt spasms of desire for skinny Millie and kissed her, feeling her teeth braces with my lips. She sucked my tongue deep into her mouth and, soon enough, pulled the dildo out and said, "Oh come on, fuck me, fuck me." taking a condom out of her mom's kit box. I slipped the condom on and slipped my now bursting cock deeply into her with delight, like a sailor finally returning home after years away at sea.

It seemed we fucked for over an hour, stopping just a bit to watch the Millers now and then. At one point, we saw Mrs. Miller being double penetrated by her husband and younger son while Ronnie was plowing away on his little sister. I had ejaculated into three condoms and would each time go to the unfinished but functional toilet in the attic, rinse out put on another condom and go to continue to fuck Millie, waiting for me with her skinny legs in the air. She would feel my cock going in and out of her with her finger tips then she said, "Oh I dreamed about this for years." She took hold of my cock, which seemed to have a super life of its own, pulled it out of her vagina and slipped in into her now soaked asshole. "You now have two of my virgin holes," she whispered. She was so hot even though skinny and homely I wondered why I had not been fucking her for years. I fucked her asshole in total delight and her skinny legs rested on my shoulders. Her face was in total bliss. We cleaned up and continue to watch the Millers. Two of the sons were in a 69 position and Mr. Miller was fucking his little daughter while they both sucked on Ronnie, who seemed a tireless participator.

Millie and I continued this activity of watching and fucking for months until we graduated. She confessed that she told her mother about us (not the Millers). Millie's mother said, "Don't carry on without protection" and seemed happy for her daughter. Not long after the first incident, I took Millie to church with me on Sunday. We sat near the Millers, both grateful to their wild sexual openness that caused us to turn into rabbits with each other. After High School, we both went to different colleges. However, we have remained and always will be, friends with benefits.