My girlfriend and I were sophomores. After school, I walked her home every day. Both of her parents worked, which was unusual when and where I grew up, and we could hang out together for an hour or so. The only problem was her younger sister, Beth. Beth was an eighth grader so she got home even earlier.
Melanie and I were sitting in the living room kissing, good old fashioned spit swapping kisses. She was my first real girlfriend, you know, one that lasted longer than a week. We had gotten pretty good at kissing.
I was thinking about trying to touch one of her breasts, maybe accidentally with my hand, when we heard coming from the hall a sing-song voice, “I’m going to tell, I’m going to tell.”
We scrambled apart. Melanie looked at the hall and saw it was Beth. Mel got pissed. “You little snitch. Go play in your room.”
“You can’t tell me where to go. It’s my house too,” she said, walking several steps into the room and putting her hands on her hips, jutting out her chin.
Mel scrambled up from the couch and Beth took off down the hall. I heard a door slam. A second later Melanie came back. She flopped down onto the couch, “She tries to ruin everything.”
I looked at my watch. “Mel, we still have time.” I was thinking about those breasts I could see under her sweater. Maybe I’d get lucky and get to touch one.
Mel was looking towards the hall. A look of determination crossed her face. “Come on,” she said getting up from the couch. I followed her down the hall to her room. I was stunned. I’d never been alone with a girl in her room. I was staring at the bed. That’s where sex happened. Melanie closed the door behind us.
“Just because it’s my bed doesn’t mean we’re doing anything, except kissing. Okay?” she asked.
“Yeah sure.” I was going to be on her bed with her. My mental wiring started short circuiting. Maybe…
Mel took my hand and led me to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed. I sat next to her. “Just kissing,” she reiterated.
I leaned forward and we kissed. I put my arm around her back and pulled her to me. I was on a girl’s bed making out. This was the greatest day of my life.
Bang, bang, bang the door reverberated from the pounding. “I’m going to tell Mom you were in bed with a boy,” shrieked a voice from the other side of the door.
Melanie sprang up from the bed and I followed. She pulled open the door. “We weren’t doing anything, you little snitch. I came in here to get away from your spying. What’ll Mom say to that?”
“She’ll say you can’t have any boys over anymore,” Beth said.
“Won’t.”
“Will too.”
“Won’t.”
“Will too.”
Melanie sank back on the bed. “Please, please leave us alone.”
“You’ve got to leave the door open. Mom would kill us, me if she found out,” Beth said.
“Okay. Then will you leave us alone?” Mel pleaded.
“Fine,” Beth said as she turned on her heel and trounced off down the hall.
Mel was nearly crying in frustration and I wasn’t too happy myself. I put my arms around her. “I’m sorry,” she said.
“It’s okay.” I knew it was getting close to when I needed to get home. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” Mel walked me to the door. We had a long last kiss before I took my books and walked home.
A little while later Mel saw Beth peeking. “Shit,” she said. Beth’s head disappeared. Mel sat up.
“She’s just jealous,” I said.
“What?” Mel asked.
“You know, she’s just jealous that you have a boyfriend and she doesn’t.” I said. Melanie looked thoughtful. I thought about what I had said. It actually did make sense. Then I had a bright idea. “I’ve got an idea. You stay here,” I said getting off the bed and heading down the hall.
Beth was lying on her bed, her arms crossed, and looking mad. I walked in.
“What are you doing here?” she asked gruffly. “You should be sucking face with Mel.”
“Why are you spying on us, Beth” I asked.
“I’m not spying,” she asserted sullenly.
“I think you’re jealous,” I said.
“NO WAY!”
“Yes. I bet you’re thinking about me kissing you. Isn’t that so?” I asked.
Beth’s face blazed red so I knew what I had said was true. She was jealous. I sat on her bed and leaned over her, stopping with my lips just an inch from hers; letting her say no if she really wanted to. She bit her lower lip but didn’t say anything. I kissed her. She kept still at first. Then she started kissing me back. Pretty soon, her lips opened and we started Frenching. It was different than Melanie but just as much fun. I really liked kissing girls. Beth seemed to be enjoying it as well.
We kissed for a while. I broke the kiss and looked at Beth. Her eyes were wide open now, not knowing what to expect. “Okay, you know what it’s like. Can me and Mel be alone?”
She nodded.
“Thanks Beth,” I said. I got up from the bed and returned to Mel’s room. “That’s settled. She won’t bother us anymore.”
“What’d you do, strangle her?” Mel asked.
“Nope. I kissed her,” I said proudly.
“YOU DID WHAT?” she screamed at me.
“No, no. Listen. I told you she was jealous…” I started.
She interrupted, “So you just kissed my sister?”
“It’s not like that. Think. She can’t tell your mom now. You’ve got something on her. See? We can threaten Beth with telling your mom on her, too,” I pleaded as reasonably as I was able.
Melanie sat back and thought about what I said. “That’s right, the little snitch is trapped. Come on,” she said leading me down the hall and into Beth’s room. When Beth saw both of us, her eyes got wide. Mel fired her opening salvo, “Okay Miss smarty pants. What’s mom going to say when I tell her you made out with my boyfriend?”
“She won’t believe you,” Beth tried, half-hearted, her fleet taking serious damage.
I laughed, “Yes she will because I’ll tell her it’s the truth.” Damn the torpedoes.
Beth could see she was taking on water. “What do you want?”
Melanie looked like Nelson at Copenhagen. She had her little sister right where she wanted her. “Okay, here’s the deal. No more threatening to tell mom anything about me and Mike kissing.” Beth nodded. “And no more spying on me in my room.”
“You got to keep the door open. Mom would kill me if she found out and I didn’t say anything,” Beth said.
“Deal,” Melanie said.
Grudgingly, Beth agreed, “Deal.” Her damaged fleet retired from action.
Melanie and I marched triumphantly back to her room. Mel threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. Unfortunately, it was time for me to leave so I couldn’t reap the rewards of my brilliant idea.
Every afternoon, Mel and I would make out in her room. I started to accidentally brush against her tits as we kissed. A couple of days later, I put my hand on her tit. She pushed it away. The next day the same. The following day, she let me fondle her through her sweater. I was in heaven with a tit in my hand. I could feel the hard nipple through her bra and shirt. My God. A few days later I got my hand under her shirt. Mel let me push her bra up off her tit. I touched a real live tit for the first time. It was so soft and warm, the top crinkled, and all surmounted by her hard nipple. My cock was so hard in my pants, I thought I might cum right then.
That’s when I heard a gasp outside the door. I looked up to see Beth with hand over mouth. “Oh my God,” she said, turned and ran to her room.
I pulled my hand from under Mel’s shirt like it was on fire. “Shit. Let me handle this,” I said jumping off the bed.
I chased Beth down the hall. She fell on her bed. “You guys were just supposed to kiss. I never agreed to that.” She was smiling like, I got you now.
I knew what I needed to do. I fell on her bed and started kissing Beth. She pretended to struggle, not very hard. Pretty soon, she was into it. I put my hand under her blouse and pushed her bra up off her tits. Her nipple was hard as a rock. I tweaked it and played with her tits. Beth was moaning. “Like it?” I asked. She nodded. “Okay, we’re even. No tell.”
Beth just nodded. I got up and went back to Mel’s room. I had better sense this time than to tell her I had just touched her sister’s tit. I told her I had talked Beth into promising not to say anything and to not peek again. The mood was ruined for the day so I headed home.
Things between Melanie and me slowly progressed. I got her top off completely one day. Then we quit pretending. Mel would take off her blouse before we even lay down. Then she would remove her bra before we lay down. I could have died happy right then. Her tits looked so pretty. She let me kiss them. Sucking her nipples was incredible and I could tell Mel thought it was pretty neat too.
A couple days after the first time, I was kissing Mel’s tits, really worshipping them when Beth trounced through the door and flopped onto the bed.
“It’s not fair,” she said.
We both scrambled up, sitting on the bed. “What are you doing?” Mel nearly was screaming.
“Well, it’s not fair. You get to do this all of the time and I got to sit in my room, and…” Beth let that hang in the air.
“Do it some more then,” Mel hissed.
I had no idea what the hell they were talking about.
“C’mon Mel. Just once,” Beth pleaded.
“Don’t be a tramp,” Mel said.
Beth looked at Mel’s bare breasts and raised her eyebrows. Melanie crossed her arms over her tits. Beth sat up and started pleading, “It’s not fair you get to try all this and I don’t get to do anything.”
Melanie raised her eyebrow, “Anything?”
Beth looked askance. “Nothing that counts.”
I sure wish I knew what the hell they were talking about.
Beth continued, “You know mom would have a cow if I tried to have a boyfriend. I’m not going to steal your boyfriend, just a quick loan. Just once, please. It looked like you really liked it. Was it that good? Just once.”
Mel looked a bit confused but no longer angry.
Beth turned to me. “Mike, would you kiss my tits like you did Mel’s. I know they aren’t as big as Mel’s. Please.”
I looked at Melanie not having any idea of what I should do. She nodded. I looked back to Beth, “I guess, if Mel says it’s okay.”
Beth squealed delightfully, started pulling off her top and lacy black bra, and threw them on the floor. She looked at me and asked, “They aren’t too small, are they?”
“No, they look perfect,” and they did of course. I didn’t care how big they were. These were only the second pair of real live attached-to-a-woman tits that I had even seen. They looked better than perfect. They were stupendous.
Beth lay back on Mel’s bed. I moved over to her and we started kissing. My hand covered one of her tits, gently playing with it. Beth was moaning into my mouth as we tongue wrestled. I bent down and kissed one then the other of her breasts. Lying flat as she was, they didn’t stand up very much, not like Mel’s, but I loved kissing and sucking on them just as much.
I don’t know how long I spent, suckling, nibbling, tonguing, and playing with Beth’s tits but I heard Mel say, “That’s enough.” I let go and sat up looking at Melanie. She wasn’t exactly mad but she wasn’t exactly happy either. Beth lay there with a satisfied look on her face.
“Mom’s going to be home soon,” Melanie reminded us. I grabbed my books and left the two of them, topless, sitting on Mel’s bed talking.
The walk home was excruciating. I had near fatal blue balls and my erection never did go away. I thought I was going to break my dick with every step. First thing, when I got home, I ran into the bath. Three jerks and I was blowing my spunk all over the place. God, that finally felt better.
A few days later Mel started letting me touch her between the legs, always outside her clothes. One day, she was wearing a dress and I got to touch her just through her panties. It was amazing. I could feel her heat and wetness. Her panties got really soaked, then she stiffened up and nearly screamed. I knew what this had to be: an honest to God orgasm. I was really proud.
Of course, Beth was at the door having heard the commotion. She came into the room and sat at the foot of the bed. When Mel had recovered Beth asked her, “What was it like?”
“Even better,” Mel said.
“God,” was all Beth said. Then, “Please.”
“Beth,” Melanie said exasperated.
Beth went into her please, please, just one time speech.
Finally, Mel relented and said, “Okay, just once.”
Beth pulled off her shirt and bra and lay back on the bed. She didn’t even ask me if I wanted to. I guess the girls knew the answer by now.
I started kissing Beth and touching her tits. I reached under her skirt and put my hand on her pussy. She spread her legs as I rubbed her. I decided to try a little more so I snaked my hand under her panties and started playing with her pussy. It was so much better. I was touching, actually touching a pussy. She was wet and hot as I worked my finger between her lips. I didn’t really know what I was doing; I just moved my hand in a fucking motion and hoped while I kissed and sucked on Beth’s tits. She got wetter and wetter and was hunching against my hand. I sped up a little and it happened. Beth was moaning and crying out. She started shivering like she was cold. But she wasn’t. Her pussy flooded my hand.
I had made two women cum. I was on top of the world. I was a stud.
I walked home with another case of blue balls, by now an everyday condition. I wonder what my mom thought. I mean, every day after school, the first thing I did was rush to the bathroom. Of course, I never did take long in there.
I remember distinctly, it was the following Monday when it happened. Mel and I had just started kissing. She pushed me away and asked, “Do you promise to behave?”
I hadn’t a clue what that meant but I was going to agree to whatever she asked. “Sure.”
“Promise?”
“Absolutely,” I said wondering what I had just promised.
Melanie started pulling off her skirt and panties off. She lay back on the bed. “Remember, you promised.”
I didn’t even hear her. I was looking at my first actual completely nude woman, other than my mom getting out of the bath that one time, and that didn’t count. I started to undo my buttons and Mel nearly freaked.
“You promised,” she said starting to get up.
“Sorry,” I said. “Please Mel, I didn’t know. Please.”
“You can’t get undressed,” she said firmly.
“Yeah. Okay, I won’t,” I said soothingly. No way did I want her getting dressed now that I was finally seeing her nude.
Melanie lay back on the bed. I moved over and we started kissing. Pretty soon I was fondling her breasts, then kissing them as my hand went down to touch her pussy. She was wet and hot. I had heard about eating pussy but had no idea how to go about it. I looked at her pussy. I couldn’t really see it from where I was. ‘Oh well,’ I thought. ‘Might as well give it a try. Women are supposed to love it.’
I kissed down across her belly. Mel moaned, but didn’t try to stop me. Maybe she knew about this too. It’s amazing what girls know about. I rolled between her legs and was looking up close at her pussy. The aroma was faintly pleasant, like truffle oil. I’d never smelled anything exactly like it before, musky. The outer lips were spread and I could see the red heart of her pussy. I had no idea which was what. I stuck out my tongue and licked from top to bottom. Mel moaned. I pulled back and looked at what I had just licked. She liked that. I stuck my tongue out again and lapped at the little bump. Mel’s whole body jerked. I was scared at first, but then saw that it was pleasure. ‘That must be her clit,’ I thought. I started licking and sucking at her button. Mel went wild, thrashing and moaning as I lashed her pussy with my tongue and lips. She nearly broke my nose one time, humping her hips up so hard. I grabbed her hips and hung on for the ride, trying to keep myself from getting anything broken. How do you explain a black eye gotten while eating pussy? Mel hit her climax, screaming and bouncing on the bed. I held on for dear life until she fell back, quivering in the final throes of orgasm.
When she was done I looked up. Beth was standing in the door a glazed expression on her face. She noticed me looking. Without a word she came over to the bed, stripped off her clothes and lay on the bed, completely nude. She spread her legs and looked at me. Mel was still pretty well out of it.
I moved over and lay between Beth’s outstretched legs. I was looking at my second pussy. It was different than Mel’s in little ways. But I saw the same bump. I started running my tongue over Beth’s pussy, playing with that little bump. It caused the same sort of reaction in Beth. She was moaning and humping. That little bud was going to be my friend. I lapped and licked just as I had Mel minutes earlier.
I looked over at Mel. She had her hand between her legs and was rubbing her pussy. Strange, I never knew women did that. She was watching and moaning as I ate Beth.
Beth didn’t take long to hit her climax. As she got more excited, I hung onto her hips, having learned my lesson. She wasn’t as athletic as Mel in her climax, almost more holding it in until the last moments when her whole body seemed to vibrate and she moaned in climax. My face was flooded by her juices.
It was an incredible feeling of accomplishment, eating two women to climax. Mel hit another climax right then and I watched her cumming, her hand a blur over her pussy.
The walk home that afternoon was particularly long and difficult.
The day after I had eaten Mel to her climax we were snuggling together and I asked her, “Sweetheart, could you do me?”
“I told you, no sex,” she said. “I don’t want to get pregnant like Debbie. They’re getting married and Debbie has to drop out of school.” Debbie Vasquez was also a sophomore and had turned up pregnant. This was back in the days when an unmarried pregnant girl was a scandal; a fifteen-year-old knocked up was a real scandal. It was also well before AIDS and birth control for teenagers was hard to come by.
“No sex. Could you touch me like I touch you? Just hands,” I pleaded. She didn’t answer. “Mel, I’ve been really good all this time, just thinking about pleasing you, making you feel good. Please?”
She really couldn’t argue. I had given her tons of orgasms and never complained. How could she say no?
“Okay. But I’ve never done it,” she said.
“That’s okay. I never had done anything before you either. It kind of comes naturally,” I said smiling.
That made her laugh. “You have to lay back. No moving.”
“Okay.” Excited, I unzipped and pushed my pants down past my knees. My cock sprang free and bounced against my belly. Melanie stared at it. I understood the feeling. She put her hand around my cock and I nearly lost it right then, just that little brush by her fingers. She slowly started jacking my cock, intently watching as she did.
“Oh Mel, that feels so good,” I husked.
She smiled and started moving faster. I wasn’t going to last very long, I held back as much as I could but it wasn’t to be. I felt it: the contractions deep in me, then the glorious release as blast after blast of cum exploded out of my cock.
“Oh,” I heard Mel gasp as the first jerk happened. The gob of cum flew off into the air and landed high on my chest. The next landed there, then spurt after spurt landed further down, coating my chest and belly with white sticky cum. A last little dribble and I was spent.
Mel stopped and released my cock, looking at her hand coated with my cum. Of course, our audience was there. Beth came into the room, staring at the mess on me and my slowly softening cock.
“Look at all that,” she said.
“Yeah,” agreed Melanie. Melanie stared again at her hand coated with cum.
Beth laughed, “Your hand can’t get pregnant.”
Both girls laughed at that. “Get me a wash cloth?” Mel asked. Beth rushed out of the room and returned with two. She handed one to Mel and one to me.
“That was amazing,” Beth said as Mel and I cleaned up the outpouring. “Can I do it?” she asked.
“Not today,” I said. For the first time in Mel’s bed, my cock was soft.
“Tomorrow?” she asked.
Mel didn’t hesitate. “Sure, after he does me.”
I guess she was happy that she wasn’t going to have to do it. Fine by me.
The next day I had to keep my clothes on while I ate her to orgasm. After she had cum Beth walked into the room. The little imp must have listened outside the door.
“Ready?” she asked.
My cock got even harder. I managed to croak, “Sure.”
I pushed my pants off. Beth got up next to me and took my cock in her hand. She played with it a while, getting the feel of it. She started wanking me. I was getting close already.
“Aren’t you supposed to kiss it too?” she asked.
I was going to say no? “Yeah” I said.
She leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock, giggling. Then she licked around the head of my cock. I grabbed the bedspread to keep from losing it right then. I couldn’t believe my luck I was getting a blow job. Then the best thing happened, Beth took the head of my cock in her mouth while slowly stroking her hand up and down my cock. I was in heaven. I thought yesterday’s hand job had been great. It paled in comparison.
Beth pulled away as she continued wanking me. “Did you like that?” she asked.
“Yes.” Thinking about it pushed me over the edge. “I’m going to cum,” I groaned. Beth smiled and sped up. Blast after blast, I emptied my balls shooting cum all over me and her. She was laughing as it shot over her hand and arm.
“Jesus,” Melanie said. “What a mess. I’ll get the towels,” she said. I watched her naked ass as she went out the door. Beth was holding my softening cock and staring at the cum covering everything.
“You sure shoot a lot of that stuff,” she said.
“Can’t help it. You two are so sexy.”
“Really?" she asked.
“Oh yes,” I said letting my head fall against the bed. At least it would be easy walking home.
A few weeks later, I had gotten Mel off. She would only do me every few days, maybe once or twice a week. Today had been my lucky day. We both had pretty good orgasms, like there are bad ones.
We had cleaned up and were sitting naked when Beth walked in. “You know you could knock or something,” Mel said.
“Sure. What are you guys arguing about?” Beth asked.
“We aren’t arguing,” Mel snapped back.
“Sure,” Beth said as she sat on the bed. “Well?”
“We weren’t arguing,” I said. “We were discussing. I was just saying that Mel should mark her periods on a calendar.”
“That’s icky,” Beth sputtered. “Why would she do that?”
“Because if you are regular, which she says she is, you can have sex without any danger of getting pregnant,” I said.
“How?” Beth asked.
“Okay. Like this. If you have your period every twenty-eight days you mark the beginning day. Then you count out four weeks and mark that day. Then you count back ten days. That is your fertile period, those ten days. The rest of the month you can have sex and not get pregnant. That’s at least two weeks every month you are safe,” I said confidently.
“Really?” she asked.
“Really. If you are regular you should track the beginning day and mark your fertile period, just in case,” I argued.
“I had my period just a few days ago. Does that mean I’m safe?” Beth asked.
“Are you regular?” I asked.
“Both of us are,” she said, indicating Melanie.
“Shut up,” Melanie huffed.
“Well, we are. So is Mom. So that means we could have sex right now and I wouldn’t have to worry about getting pregnant?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said.
Beth smiled. “Okay.” She leaned forward and kissed me while pushing me back on the bed. “I’m tired of always getting sloppy seconds.” She quickly pushed off her skirt and panties and followed with her top. Naked, she straddled me rubbing her pussy along my rapidly hardening cock. It happened so quickly that I was in shock. Had I had time to think about it, I would have resisted - okay, pretended to resist until Mel said okay. As it was I had a beautiful girl rubbing her bare pussy over my cock while I stared at her tits hanging right in front of my face. I could no longer make any rational judgments.
I put my hands on Beth’s tits, rubbing and teasing them like I knew she liked. She leaned forward and kissed me. She was getting wet. Her pussy was sliding easily over my cock as she continued moving over me. She leaned down for another kiss, her ass lifted a little, and my cock popped up. Beth felt it and pushed back. My cock slid lower and found her opening. She groaned and pushed back, lancing my cock into her pussy.
How can I describe that feeling? The magnificent feeling of my cock entering a vagina for the very first time. The heat and pressure, the feeling of being there, it was like the discovery of a whole new world.
Beth continued pushing until my cock was buried in her and her pussy was grinding down on me. “Oh my God,” she squealed. “God, God, God.”
Beth started small little fucking movements. It was good I had just cum or I would have already lost it. She was really grinding her pussy against me, my cock buried in her tight wet pussy. I tweaked her nipples and she let out a yelp, pushing back against me even harder. She rose up and pushed back down.
I just kept thinking, ‘I’m fucking. I’m fucking,’ as I watched Beth rotating and sliding up and down on my cock. I could see it pushing into her pussy. It was incredibly erotic. I was reveling in these new heightened feelings when Beth let out a moan and really started going to town on my cock.
She sped up. I felt it coming, my climax getting closer and closer when her pussy started grasping at my cock. I lost it, pouring my second cum of the day into her. She was moaning above me as she came.
Beth fell forward, her pussy rippling around my cock. I started to wilt but those rippling muscles sent my cock right back to full length and hardness. Ah, to be sixteen. Beth was moaning above me. She finally lifted off my cock, dribbling a mixture of her cum and mine down over my cock. I was a mess. She rolled to the side.
Beth was smiling as she looked over at Mel. “Beat you.”
Mel looked shocked, but asked, “What was it like?”
“Better than being eaten. Better than anything, way better. Being eaten is like just on the outside. This was like that but on the inside at the same time. I was so full and it felt so good. It was like getting two orgasms at once.”
Mel looked at my cock, still hard but covered in cum. “Do it,” Beth said. “It makes you cum all over.”
Mel looked at Beth, smiling her big grin and nodded. Mel straddled me and rubbed her pussy along my cock. I could tell she was incredibly turned on because she felt wetter than my drenched cock. She lined up my cock with her pussy and pushed back. There was a bit of resistance, then I felt her cherry part and I lanced several inches into her pussy.
“OUCH!” Mel screamed. “Shit. You didn’t say it hurt.” She looked accusingly at Beth.
“It didn’t hurt that much,” Beth said. “Go all the way. That’s when it felt really good, when I was all the way down.” Mel pushed again and my cock slid further into her. Another push and I was buried to the hilt. Mel started grinding away just as Beth had. Her face was no longer angry. It was filled with concentration and lust. Her hips were rotating around my cock as her whole being experienced this for the first time. I grabbed her nipples and played with them. She threw her head back and moaned, but didn’t stop or slow her fucking.
“I can’t believe it,” she moaned.
“Told you,” Beth said.
Mel started lifting up and pushing back down in a slow sensuous fuck. Having cum twice already in a half hour, I wasn’t even close. While fucking Beth I had almost been overwhelmed by the new experience. Now I had calmed a little and was able to enjoy more fully Mel’s pussy clinging to me as she rose and fell on my cock.
A blush rose across her chest as she moaned and started bucking. Mel threw her head back and shuddering, screamed in climax. I pumped into her as she climaxed. She fell forward.
I wasn’t done, so I began to lift my hips and pushed up into her. She groaned as I speared into her. It felt wonderful to be moving into her hot pussy. Mel sat back up and started moving with me. We fucked, faster and faster until our hips were slapping against each other. Mel started another screaming climax as I pumped her hard and fast. She paused, then another hit her as I felt my own cum rising. For the third time, my balls emptied themselves, this time into Mel’s pussy.
Mel fell forward, completely wasted, as I collapsed under her. I rolled her to the side as my cock slipped from her pussy. The bed was a mess, the spread pulled every which way. Cum leaked from both girl’s. My cock had a sheen of cum and blood from Mel’s hymen when it split.
I looked at the clock. Shit. “Beth, Mel, your mom could be home any time.”
They looked at the clock. “Help me clean up,” Mel begged us as she jumped up from her bed. I grabbed my clothes and pulled them on feverishly as the girls straightened the bed clothes. I picked up Mel’s clothes and threw them into her closet. Beth grabbed hers and headed for the shower.
I kissed Mel and said, “I love you. Thank you for today. It is the best day of my life.”
Mel threw her hands around my neck, “Thank you. It was better than I thought it would be.”
“You need to take a shower too. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said as I grabbed my books and nearly ran out the door.
That’s the story of how I hit the jackpot - three cherries, mine, Mel, and Beth, all at the same time.
I wish I could say that everything turned out in the end. That Melanie and I married and Beth moved in with us and I spent my life in a Ménage a trois with two sisters. But life happens. About two months after that fateful day, Mel and I had one of those arguments - the kind in which what you are arguing about isn’t the real issue. And she wouldn’t let it go. She kept at it like a terrier with an old shoe, opening wounds that would never heal. We broke up right after that. I accidentally on purpose ran into Beth one afternoon. You never know. She was pissed at me. She gave it to me good for breaking up with her sister. Like I broke us up. Women!
Within a week Mel was dating this stupid junior who had his own car. He’d give her a ride home everyday after school. How I hated his guts. It was torture watching them drive off. I do wonder if Beth ever managed to work her way into their bed. Somehow, I think not. I'm pretty sure Melanie would lock her out this time what with a perfectly good backseat that Beth would never get invited to. It's not like Beth could complain. I sure hope so. I'd like to think I was the only guy to get both of them into the same bed.
Dudes and dudettes - WARNING - The rhythm method described in this story is a very dangerous method of birth control, sometimes referred to as Vatican Roulette. Russian Roulette can only kill you. Vatican Roulette can screw up many lives. Only a super horny teenager with no other good choices would really think it was a good idea. Use a condom, they're easy to get unlike back in the Dark Ages when I grew up.
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