Date: Sat, 25 Jul 2020 08:32:40 -0700 From: Mark Stout Subject: Betty, Bill and Richard Chapter 14 Betty, Bill and Richard 14 (Home Fabrication) Teen bisex M-M-F, Nosex July, 2020 My name is Richard. Betty and Bill are my friends. We'd been playing with masturbation and then oral sex as a threesome for nearly a year. We were near the point where we could move on to "real" sex, meaning vaginal with Betty and anal with, well, all three of us. Bill had figured that if we could "practice" with dildos the first time wouldn't hurt as much. Fifteen year-olds don't have a lot of options for dildos. Our solution was 3D printing, and by this part of the story we'd downloaded a model, scaled it down to the size of our real-world dicks. On Wednesdsay, while we were waiting on a spool of 3D printing filament that Bill had ordered, the three of us had gone the local advocacy center and watched a movie about Harvey Milk, whom we'd never heard of till that day. We happened to learn that Betty's parents became aware that we were fooling around when Betty told her Mom that she wanted to go on the pill. Betty's folks were seeming extremely cool about it, but we'd felt like it was a secret and we weren't comfortable with it being out. As far as we knew (as far as I know now, for that matter), it isn't legal to even think about sex while you're fifteen. Thursday morning Bill told us that the printer filament had arrived while we were at the movie, and he'd gotten up early to start printing our three dildos. He said it would be slow but should be done or nearly done when we were out of school. It was hard to concentrate in class that day, as if it ever is easy in school during May. After school the three of us made a fast trot to Bill's. Today we dropped our backpacks and nearly ran into his basement; we didn't even kick our shoes off. There stood Progress in all of it's pride: three dildos with balls properly on the base of the printer, ending right below where the heads should be. "Is it still printing or is it stalled?", I asked Bill. Bill was scowling at it. "I don't know yet." Bill looked at a ruler printed into the side, looked at the spool of filament, about half used up, and the computer screen. While we were standing there the printer head was slowly walking along the tops of the dildos. Bill finally talked. "It's still working. It might take till six or eight tonight. Ususally it's faster but I used a high-precision settting because I didn't want any sharp points inside our bodies". "Whew! Will it cool down here?", I asked. Bill answered, "Oh, yeah. My Dad hasn't used that on a month or so, and the basement doesn't get much use." Betty kissed Bill, and then a little more kissing happened. We were so focused on dildos that we were forgetting to be lovers. We went upstairs, kicked off our shoes and spent a half hour on homework, again not much at the end of May. When Bill's parents got home, we put our homework in our backpacks and Betty and I headed home for supper. The next morning we met up close to school. Bill should've had good news about dildo fabrication, but he looked shaken. "Bill, what news? Did they print okay?" Bill said, "Yeah, they printed nicely. We'll get them after school. You two should know that my Dad talked to me about the printer this morning and said that he suspected that the three dildos were for us, or he said 'three teenagers that have a lot of free time in the summer'. Maybe he's cool about it; his sense of humor is so weird that I never know. He didn't ground me, lecture me or ask any questions. I wish he'd let me know what he was thinking or if he was going to tell mom or do something. Anyway, that's one more person in on our 'secret', and we can take my mom for granted' he's going to tell her." Betty again saved the day by kissing Bill deeply, a block from school, then me, then I kissed Bill. Betty told him, "We're going to be okay. Let's focus on school for a few hours, and tonight we should have a kiss and cuddle session after school when we get the dildos" Bill seemed better after that, and I felt like trusting Betty was my best option.