As soon as she arrived at her host family’s log home in the mountains, Marie began to realize that America was not at all as she had expected it would be. She had been told that, as an exchange student, her behavior must be beyond reproach. She must take her lead from her host family. She must dress as Americans dress, behave as they behave, and, of course, follow the rules at the university in the fall. She was told that all American girls wear brasiers, and they certainly seemed to in the movies and TV she had seen, so she had bought three before leaving for America. But then Louise, her eldest host “sister” told her no, there was no need to wear a bra. She had brought pajamas and a night dress, not sure which would be correct, but Arlene, the second oldest, told her all three sisters slept naked, and she should too. And then, as they were getting ready to go to sleep, together in the “bunk room” loft of the log house, they had insisted that Marie must shave her legs and arm pits and pubic area. Louise had helped, “down there”, as Marie had never shaved before. It was all very strange, here in America.

After breakfast, “Mom,” suggested the girls introduce Marie to horseback riding and said she would make a picnic lunch for them, if they wanted to go for a ride. “What should I wear?” asked Marie. “Wear the jeans we bought at the mall yesterday, and a T-shirt, and sneakers, no socks.” “Sneakers?” “Canvas shoes, rubber soles?” “Oh, yes. I got some at the same store where we got the jeans.” Binkie found her a straw hat and some sun glasses, bright red cat-eyed glasses that none of the sisters would ever be seen in, but Marie assumed they were stylish. When she was dressed, Marie asked, “Do I look like a cowgirl?” Her three sisters just laughed. Binkie snapped a picture and said, “Marie, there’s no such thing as a cowgirl, except in old movies. Come on, let’s get saddled up.”

They departed, across the fields and into the woods, in single file: Binkie, Louise, Marie, and Arlene. Binkie, barely five feet tall and mounted on her pony, went first, so as not to be left behind. Marie, on old Yankee, was between the other two sisters for safety’s sake, though she was assured she had only to sit there in the saddle; Yankee knew the way. It was Marie’s first time on a horse, and she found it very exciting. Her legs were widespread by the Western saddle, and the stiff, new jeans, she discovered, had seams she could feel rubbing her newly shaved vulva through her thin nylon panties. The smells of the leather, and the horses, and the pines, and the sort of dusty, hot smell of the grasses and wild flowers all were new to her, a city girl.

As the horses began to climb, the ride got a bit jerkier, and Marie held the saddle horn with both hands, feeling more secure that way. However, even that slight inclination forward increased the friction between her legs. The horses were only walking, so she couldn’t ask to slow down, but it certainly was distracting.

Once they were out of the brush and new growth, where their jeans kept their legs from getting scratched by branches, they rode through a pine forest, warm and fragrant. Binkie stopped and dismounted, tossing the reins over a branch so her mount wouldn’t wander while she peeled off her clothes. Louise and Arlene did the same, putting their clothes in the saddle bags. Marie awkwardly dismounted. “I don’t understand,” she said. “Not to worry. When in America, do as the Americans do. We’re going swimming when we get to the lake. Leave your shoes on, though; you don’t want to cut your foot on something.” Marie complied and peeled off her shirt and jeans and panties. She wasn’t used to being nude outdoors, but there was nobody to see but her host sisters. How big America must be. Since waving to Mom, they hadn’t seen another human being or even a road or a house. A jet plane, about five miles up, drew a contrail across the sky, but otherwise they might have been on the frontier, 200 years ago, Marie thought.

The girls mounted up, Louise holding Yankee’s reins until Marie was seated, and then they went on, climbing up and over a low ridge. The feel of warm leather against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs was a new and exciting sensation for Marie, and when they were going downhill, the saddle seemed to pull on Marie’s newly naked labia, very distracting. Soon all the girls were gleaming with sweat. Marie noted how tanned her sisters were, all over, while she felt so white. Finally, as they pushed their way through trees and bushes, they came out on the shore of a beautiful little lake, with a nice grassy meadow to picnic.

Louise helped Marie to dismount, and they let the horses graze, untethered. Binkie spread a blanket on the grass. “Last one in is a rotten egg!” she yelled, and she ran into the lake, lifting her knees high and splashing as she ran. Louise and Arlene weren’t far behind, and the three of them cavorted, splashing each other and laughing. Marie slowly waded into the chilly water. She had never before gone swimming totally nude, but the idea didn’t bother her. She had friends who had; they went to a school which had a bathing pool. After all, if she could share a room with her sisters, sleeping naked, there was no harm in swimming naked with them. Marie grimaced as the cold water covered her knees and giggled when the chill reached her labia. She dove forward into the water, to get wet all over, chilled all at once, instead of the slow method. Regaining her feet, knees bent so only her head was above water, she used one hand to swish water between her legs, to clean and cool herself after the sweaty saddle. She saw the others were splashing each other and playing tag in the shallower water.

“Come on,” called Louise, “it’s time to eat.” Marie was glad to get out of the water. Her nipples were erect and she seemed covered with gooseflesh. Her teeth chattered, and she imagined her lips were blue. The other girls showed similar signs of being chilled. “Do we have any towels?” asked Marie. “No, we’ll just lie on the blanket and let the sun dry us.” Marie found herself sandwiched between Arlene and Louise, skin to skin, but it was warmer that way. Binkie took a picture. Again, Marie seemed so white, while her host sisters were tanned. She realized they must often lie in the sun nude. Soon it was time for lunch, and Marie was introduced to two more novelties, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and cold American beer, which had been iced in a cooler. They sat there knee to knee, squeezed close to fit the four of them on the blanket, naked but for their squishy shoes. Marie could not help noting how each girl was different.

Binkie was short and sort of square, like a boy, with breasts like conical piles of brown sand, topped by pink nipples. Her girlish slit was just that, simply a little crease in the swelling of her hairless labia, not very different than Marie’s. Arlene was as tall as Marie, and a bit heavier, more curved. Her breasts were quite large, like the round loaves of bread Marie sometimes bought at a bakery back home. Arlene’s shaved outer labia were full and round, but between them Marie could see the pink inner lips, and a fold of skin like a little nose. Louise was tall, nearly six feet, and lean, not as soft as Arlene. Her breasts were distinct circles on her chest, like halves of grapefruit, tipped with nipples the size of a lipstick. Her stomach was taut and flat, as if it were a tent, stretched between her hip bones. Her shaved labia were likewise thin and flat, with a ruffle of inner labia showing, and Marie noticed for the first time a gleaming metal barbell piercing her flesh. Marie couldn’t help staring at it.

Louise said, “Marie, tell us about your boy friends. When was the last time you had sex?” Marie did not immediately answer. “Come on. We’re all sisters now, for the next year. No secrets. What’s your favorite position for sex?”

“Uh, I’m Catholic, you know. I promised I would save myself for marriage, so — so I have never had sex with a boy.” “With a girl, then?” “No! No. I’m a virgin. I know that sounds strange. Europeans are supposed to be so sexually liberal, but I promised.” “You masturbate, though.” “I’m sorry, I do not understand.” “You play with yourself, touch yourself down there.” “No. No. I don’t do that.” “You are in America. You’ll have to learn. It’s not like real sex. You can still say you are a virgin.” “No, no, I don’t think I should.” Louise, who was knee to knee with Marie, reached for Marie’s exposed cunt.

Marie instinctively pulled back and clapped her knees together, with the result that she fell backward off the blanket. “Ow,” squealed Marie, trying to get to her feet, “There are sharp things growing in the grass.” “Look, there’s a cloud shaped just like the map of Florida,” said Arlene, pointing. As Marie turned to look, Louise grabbed her from behind and held her arms pinned to her side. Binkie, unbidden, went to Yankee’s saddle bag and found some leather straps. The girls bound Marie’s wrists together in front of her. “What are you doing?” said Marie, startled and unable to resist. “We’re going to initiate you into the sisterhood.”

They hustled Marie back into the pines and put her on her back on a bed of pine needles. They brought her bound hands over her head and tied the strap to a tree. Each ankle was tied to a tree, so Marie was stretched out in a Y shape, her legs widespread. Louise wadded up the blanket and pushed it under Marie’s bottom, so her vulva was raised and exposed. “Please, why are you doing this?” “This is America. It has to be done. You came here to broaden your education. Here’s an essential lesson.”

“Me first,” said Binkie. She got down on her knees between Marie’s legs and started to lick Marie’s newly shaven labia. When Marie squirmed and tried to move her hips, Arlene squatted over her and held her down. Marie was overcome. She was helpless, looking up at Arlene’s anus and vulva, while Binkie caused the strangest feelings down there. She felt Binkie’s fingers parting the labia and Binkie sucked… oh, Jesus and Mary, what was happening? Marie’s nipples hardened, and Louise started playing with them and squeezing Marie’s breasts. Marie was overcome by sensation. It seemed as if electric signals were coursing up and down between her breasts and her bottom. She broke into a sweat, as waves of excitement rebounded in her pelvis, and then….”Oh, God! Oh, I never… oh, oh, ahhh!”

As Marie regained her senses, she realized that Arlene had taken Binkie’s place, while Binkie sat on the pine needles and fingered herself between her legs. Arlene applied her tongue where Marie was most sensitive. Louise knelt over Marie with her bottom brushing Marie’s breasts and her knees either side of Marie’s ears. Slowly, Louise adjusted her position, so she was almost sitting on Marie’s face. “You see that metal stud?” “Yes.” “Take it in your mouth and then rub your tongue just below it.” Marie had a few seconds to see Louise close-up, as Louise held her labia apart. She saw that fold of flesh, half the length of Louise’s vulva, it seemed, with the bar bell gleaming. And then Louise’s wet vulva covered Marie’s mouth, and the bar bell slid below her front teeth. Her tongue explored the inner labia and the little bud at their juncture, below the metal stud. She was aware of a subtle taste/smell, nothing strong, as all the girls were freshly rinsed in the lake. From there on, Marie was going by instinct, not sure what she was doing, because that marching band in her pelvis was building up to a climax. It blew her mind, a kind of out-of-body experience, seeing stars. And when she recovered, Louise was gone, and Marie’s face was wet. Arlene took a moment to lick and suck Marie’s nipples so sensitive! — and then she took Louise’s place, presenting her pinkness to Marie’s tongue, while Louise began by licking the insides of Marie’s outstretched thighs. Soon all was a blur. Marie was aware of Arlene yelling, “Suck it!”, but the explosions in her belly overwhelmed her consciousness. The next she knew, the girls were untying her. As she started to get up, Binkie called out, “No you don’t. Don’t forget me.” Binkie plopped her bottom on the blanket and spread her knees. Now it was Marie’s turn to kneel and lick. With her hands free, she used her fingers to open Binkie’s little cleft and explore. Toward the back, she found the opening to the vagina, closed of course. With her index finger she gently probed and slipped in to her second knuckle. “Fuck me with it,” whispered Binkie. Marie pushed in further and moved her finger in a sort of orbit. “Oh, that’s nice. Palm up, and press up against my pubic bone.” Marie found a patch of membranes that felt wrinkled, and she rubbed it. “Oh, that’s it! You’ve hit my G-spot. Don’t stop, but suck my clit, too.” Marie could see the little pink pencil eraser peeping out, and she sucked it between her pursed lips. “Oh, oh, don’t stop! Oh!” Binkie bucked her hips and writhed with her climax, while Louise and Arlene looked on and giggled.

“Now you are truly our sister,” announced Louise. “Did you learn anything new?” “Oh, yes. Quite a lot.” “Don’t forget it. We go riding almost every day, in the summer.” The girls went back to the lakeside and mounted up, still naked but for their shoes. Louise dug in her saddle bag and pulled out four golf balls. “We have a little game we play. Once we start riding, you can’t touch the ball with your hands. The first one to lose her ball does the dishes tonight.” Louise gave a ball to Binkie and Arlene and pushed her ball between her legs. The last ball was Marie’s. Louise rode up beside her and reached over to push the ball between Marie’s outer labia, pushing it back as far as it would go. Marie found it pressing, stretching, the vestibule of her vagina, but it was too big to enter her virginal sheath. She had to straighten her legs and hold onto the saddle horn to keep the pressure from tearing her hymen. As they moved out, single file, the sensations were more than Marie could handle, especially when Binkie yelled, “Hayahh!” and broke into a canter, with Yankee cantering after. Marie held onto the saddle horn and screamed, until at last she fell off into the pine needles. The other girls gathered around her fallen form. “All right?” asked Louise. “Yes, I think so.” Marie positively glowed, blushing, with her nipples erect and her breasts heaving as she breathed heavily. “Where’s your ball?” Marie shook her head. “Here’s mine,” said Binkie, rising in her stirrups and producing her glistening ball. Arlene did the same, as did Louise. “Well, Marie, I guess you do the dishes.”

When they rode up to the log house, having dressed in the woods, Mom greeted them. “Marie, how was it?” “Fun.” “Are you learning how to ride?” “I think so, Mom. I’ll need a lot of practice, though.”

– The End –