I was called in Tuesday to sub. It so happened that I had Marissa and Tara in classes that day. Each made it a point to stay after class and tell me how much they enjoyed the game and how they wanted to try it again. Marissa was especially anxious telling me she wanted to return the favor. Lord, what had I gotten myself into?
It was Wednesday evening when I saw Jill. She had just driven up. As she got out, she waved me over. I couldn’t avoid it so over I went.
“Thanks for watching the house,” she said.
“It was fine,” I said.
“Yes, I know,” Jill said, "I know about the party."
I turned red; I could feel the pit of my stomach churning. Caught.
"I knew I should have warned you and not left you at their mercy." She laughed, “No, don’t worry. I’m not mad. Maybe just a little disappointed, not in you, just in life. I guess I knew it was coming but I didn’t want it to. I wanted my baby to stay a little girl. Silly I know. It’s hard to think of my baby that way. Tim, I know my daughter. She started masturbating when she was ten. She told me she was getting close to trying sex. I put her on the pill. I’m surprised it was you, but I’m not surprised it happened. I expected a boy her age to be the one. But I guess I can’t fault her choice. I’ve fantasized about you myself.”
I blushed at that which made her laugh again. Now I was really confused. “I…” I was stuck at that. I really didn’t know what to say.
Jill smiled at my predicament. “Tell you what. We do need to talk. Give me a half hour. Come over for dinner.” I nodded. “See you then,” she said turning to go into her house. I went home, my mind spinning. Words she said kept coming into my head in random thoughts. “On the pill. Masturbating at ten. Fantasized about you myself. I’m not mad.” I didn’t know what to make of it. The half hour screamed by and I found myself knocking at her door.
Stacey opened the door and launched herself into my arms kissing me like a long lost lover.
“Hey,” I heard from inside. “You want the neighbors calling the cops.” Stacey broke the kiss and pulled me inside. Once inside she launched into my arms again. “Break it up,” Jill said.
“But, Mom,” Stacey said releasing me.
“First we talk,” she said. “Actually, first we have dinner.” She motioned Stacey into the kitchen. “If you want the pleasures of an adult, you have to have the responsibilities."
Stacey smiled. “It’s worth it,” as she headed off to the kitchen.
“I’ll have to find out,” Jill said holding my eye. Then she motioned at the table, already set for dinner. “Have a seat.” My head was spinning as I sat down.
Stacey brought out a steaming tray of enchiladas, as Jill brought out rice and beans. The aromas made my stomach gurgle. It looked great. And I quickly found out it tasted great. Jill had poured all three of us wine. We ate and talked of inconsequential things until all of us had eaten our fill.
“Jill, that was best dinner I’ve had in too long,” I said happily.
She smiled, “Thank you.” She filled our glasses again. “I think we need to set some ground rules.” I felt the dinner suddenly settle heavily in my stomach.” She took a sip of wine. “Okay, Stacey, what would be fair rules?”
“I think I ought to able to go over to Tim’s house once my homework is done and stay until eleven.”
“Ten on weeknights,” Jill countered. Stacey nodded, probably getting more than she had expected. “And Tim has to agree that you can come over.” She glanced at me, “Though I expect he’ll be pretty easy to convince.” I turned red. “What about the other girls?”
Stacey looked aghast. “Shit, I forgot about them. Oh God, they’re already talking about wanting to get him to do Truth or Dare again. Holly was totally mad that Marissa got to and she didn’t.”
“Are you willing to share Tim?” Jill asked her.
Stacey nodded, “Sure. I know that he and I aren’t going to get married. I’m just learning about this.”
“What about Tim. Is he willing to be shared?” Jill asked. Stacey looked at me.
“I… I…” said unable to say anything coherent. This was so far beyond anything I expected.
Jill laughed, “He’s willing.” Which was true, but to be so plainly transparent was annoying. “Are you willing to share with me?” Jill asked.
Stacey looked surprised, then smiled that devilish smile of hers. “Sure, as long as you’re willing to play Truth or Dare just like the rest of us.”
“Touché,” Jill said. “We’ll leave that open.”
Jill summed up, “Homework and chores first.” Stacey nodded, not commenting that Jill had slipped in chores as well. Jill had all of the leverage. “Ten on weeknights, eleven on weekends.”
“How about twelve on weekends if it’s going to be ten on weeknights,” Stacey countered.
Jill smiled, “All right.” Jill settled back. Stacey was smiling and practically hopping in her chair. Jill looked at me and said, “You know, this sucks. My daughter gets a boyfriend before I do.”
Stacey bounced out of her chair and threw her arms around Jill’s neck, “Thank you, Mom.”
Jill extricated herself. “One last thing, does he want to be your boyfriend? Maybe he just likes the sex.”
Stacey turned to me, a worried look creasing her lovely face.
I smiled. “I like the idea, but I have to know a few things. What’s this about sharing?”
“You don’t have to, but the girls really want to,” Stacey said.
“I’m worried that this will get out, that someone will find out and will complain,” I said.
I could tell Stacey wasn’t sure what I meant. She was truly innocent and didn’t understand that there were people who didn’t want others to have pleasure, because of their own repressions and insanity, they didn’t believe others should have sex and were willing to jail people who did. In Europe, sex is a fact; in America it is a crime.
Jill did. “Stacey, he means if the girls tell anyone else, Tim could go to jail.”
“But why would we tell anyone?”
“We just need to make sure anything that happens here, stays here,” Jill said.
“Like Vegas,” I said, laughing. Jill laughed but Stacey looked at us like adults who were incomprehensible, as usual with adults.
“I’ll talk to them tomorrow, but I know no one knows except us,” Stacey said.
“In that case, I suppose I could be amenable to being shared,” I said looking at Jill.
Stacey noticed the look and laughed. “But she’s got to play Truth or Dare with the rest of us.”
Jill also noticed my look and picked up on the undercurrent. "You want to know why I am going along?" I nodded. "Tim, it's really simple. I can say no in which case Stacey will do what she wants and lie to me about it like most teenagers in this repressed country. Or, I can openly go along with what is inevitable and my daughter will stay in open communication and I can help and advise her as is a parent's duty. I choose the rational rather than the outdated," she finished. Of course Jill was right. What teenage girl ever really dropped a boy because her parents objected? That got Juliet killed. If a girl has decided to, she is going to. So it was settled. I had a girlfriend and I was going to be shared. Not exactly a fate worse than death.
That night, as I lay in bed watching the dark ceiling, I thought about the whole scene. Why? Why would Stacey want to share her boyfriend? Although man is naturally polygamous, it is rare in Modern Western culture for a woman to understand that. I realized that Stacey thought of me as a learning boyfriend, not a permanent mate. I was her substitute teacher of sex. When the permanent one came along she would be willing to pass me along, no regrets. She simply wanted to learn, and her body was filled with new feelings, feelings demanding to be satisfied. I was the perfect answer.
But Jill went along too. I knew Jill wanted me as a boyfriend, she had made that clear. She was disappointed I had been Stacey’s first. Thinking about what Jill had said, I realized as well, that Stacey’s rationality came from Jill. Jill understood that what happened was completely natural. Fighting Nature is like trying to hold back the tide with a fork. Stacey was following her natural impulses. And there was nothing wrong with her natural impulses despite the Semitic religions attempts to make sex a sin. The idea of sex as sin never existed until the Christian era; in truth sex never was a sin and never will be. Stacey had natural and wonderful impulses to be satisfied. Stacey had grabbed the available guy first and Jill knew she owed her daughter the same respect she would owe any woman, first dibs. So she would make the best of it while making it plain that when her daughter moved on, as she would, Jill would still be interested. As she had told me, she choose the rational rather than our usual social impulses about sex, the impossible, lifelong monogamy.
I called the next morning and left a message inviting Stacey over for dinner if she was done with her homework early. I got a call about five, as an excited Stacey told me she was done and would be right over. And yes, her Mom had just gotten home and knew.
So I had a first date with my girlfriend, my Goddess of Youthful Beauty and Passion. Stacey bounced around the kitchen ‘helping’ while never stopping the flow of words. Reports of school inter-mixed with sighs about our ‘first date,’ with laughs of how the girls would be jealous.
Dinner was fun. I hardly had to contribute anything to the conversation. I could tell Stacey was not merely happy. She was delirious, her first date and it was so like a movie. I even had a fire going in the fireplace.
After dinner, we settled on the rug in front of the fire with a glass of wine. She was feeling it a little as it was her second small glass. It was an oak fire and we quickly felt the heat of the coals as they glowed red-white. “Warm?” I asked.
“Uh huh,” she said smiling. “What did you have in mind?”
“We could take off our clothes. It would be much more comfortable.”
“We don’t even have to do Dares,” she said. I started un-buttoning her top as she attacked my shirt. In no time we were naked, kissing, my hands touching my little lover. I marveled again at the perfection of her.
She rolled over atop me as we kissed, rubbing her pussy along my shaft. I felt her heat and wetness sliding over my cock. At one point, she slid a little too far and my cock popped up. As she pushed back she felt it against her. Her eyes opened in surprise. Then a look of determination filled her as she pressed back. She forced my shaft into her, moaning as it filled her. Stacey began rolling atop me, fucking herself, exploring these new sensations. She found a good angle and quickly scaled the heights, climaxing in a burst of trembling moans.
For some reason I don’t understand, I never climax in the woman atop position. Not to say I don’t like it, I love it, watching a woman bringing herself off. But it never gives me that last little bit to go over the top myself. After Stacey climaxed, I rolled her to the side and then atop her. It didn’t take me long to catch up and fill her with my own climax. She came again, a small one as I exploded.
We lay in front of the fire, naked, kissing softly and touching each other. I wished I could take her to bed with me and spend the night wrapped in her arms, but she had school the next day. We cleaned up in the shower and I kissed her goodnight before falling into bed, happy and content.
Saturday, Jill invited me over for dinner. Stacey had managed to come over for some time Friday night after dinner. We spent time playing together. She wanted to learn how to give oral sex. I was more than willing to teach her. She had brought me to climax and I returned the favor, using my mouth and tongue to give her a shattering climax.
I showed up at six and was surprised to see the girls all gathered around. They shouted “Hi,” as I came in. Dinner turned out to be make-your-own tacos. Jill had everything ready. We all lined up and made our own. You don’t like cheese, leave it out. The only problem was we all tried to stuff too much in. Oh well, we all dribbled onto our plates. The girls were giggling at each other. Jill and I joined in the laughter as we sat in the living room and ate.
After the last scraps were consumed, Holly piped up with, “Let’s play Truth or Dare.” There was general agreement. I looked at Jill. She seemed unsurprised and the girls accepting of her presence. I knew some discussions had gone on. I wondered how much had been decided. Jill gave me a knowing smile and shrugged. It must be okay. I joined the girls in the circle.
Jill was still in her chair. Stacey looked at her and said, “No fair. If you stay you have to join the circle.” I guess this hadn’t been decided. “You can’t just watch without playing.” The other girls were quiet as they looked back and forth between mother and daughter.
Jill shrugged and sat cross-legged between Holly and Tara. I don’t think the girls expected Jill to be involved. Marissa spoke first, “This is so cool.” To general agreement.
Jill laughed, “Why should you guys have all the fun?”
Stacey started the game, “Everyone think of a number between one and a hundred.” Holly won.
She started right in, “Tara, I dare you to take off your top.”
Jill looked surprised. “What happened to the truth?”
“Oh, we did away with that. Took up too much time,” Holly explained. I shrugged. Jill settled back bemused.
The game followed pretty much like the previous one. All the girls soon had their tops off. Ariel was last. She looked at the other girls for support, then at Jill. “Um, I dare you to take your top off.” There was dead silence. Without hesitation Jill doffed her top and tossed it behind her. Now there were smiles and I could feel the tension evaporate, replaced by a different tension, a sexual tension, lighter and electric rather than dread. And I found out I was correct about Jill. Her breasts were firm and I could tell from the way they swayed as she moved, completely natural. I hate artificial breasts, the plastic way they move, or rather, fail to move naturally.
It was Jill’s dare and she turned to me, “Take off your pants, both of them.” Jill’s presence was going to change the game, for me. She didn’t hesitate to include me. I complied, my cock sticking straight up to the delight of six women. I looked at Holly, “I dare you to take off the rest of your clothes. She blushed as she pushed her skirt and panties off. A quick round followed with all of us sitting nude.
Marissa was last this time. “I dare you to do me again, like last time.”
This was met by a unanimous challenge. “You can’t include yourself in the dare.”
Marissa looked around the circle. I didn’t see it but I bet some signal passed between Jill and Marissa. Marissa smiled and said “I dare you to kiss Mrs. Edmonds between the legs.” I looked over to see Jill unfolding her legs as she laid back, a wicked smile on her face. Set up. But I wasn’t going to complain.
I settled between her legs. She had shaved her lips but left the triangle of hair above. I licked her outer lips and spread her open with my thumbs. Is there any sight quite as beautiful as the flower of a woman’s sex? I licked and sucked her, teasing and satisfying her. As she crested the pinnacle, I felt her body relax.
I sat back up to see five young women all looking like they wanted to experience exactly the same thing. “Wow,” Tara said quietly, almost reverently.
But Jill wasn’t done with me. The climax had whetted her appetite. She wanted more. She pushed me on my back and straddled me. She glanced at Stacey to make sure this was in bounds, then held up my cock and settled on it. “Oh God, that feels so good. I needed this,” Jill moaned. The girls sat like statues taking it in. They had never seen sex before, except Stacey, and she had never seen another person screwing. Jill wasn’t a statue. She knew what she wanted and she went after it, working herself up and down and around. I played with her nipples as she fucked herself hard. When she climaxed I heard a gasp from several of the girls.
I held Jill as she returned. When she rolled off me, Stacey was right behind and settled over me, holding my cock just as her mother had done before settling down onto it. I glanced at Jill. It was one thing to know that her little baby, still a child to her as a mother, was having sex. It was an entirely different thing to see it. I could see the emotions in Jill’s eyes. They flitted and flashed: almost a tear, a gentle smile, and finally a sigh of resignation as she knew she had lost her little baby to adulthood. She still had her daughter but no longer her baby.
Four virgins watched as Stacey brought herself to climax. She lay on my chest and we kissed. I wondered what would happen now. Stacey rolled off exposing my throbbing cock, now coated with the cum of mother and daughter. There was a thunderous silence that was finally filled by a long-held breath let out.
Marissa crawled forward and nervously straddled me as Jill and Stacey had already done. She held my cock at her entrance, hot and sopping from her arousal. There was a bit of resistance, then an “Eek,” as she settled sending my staff up into her virgin tunnel. Her dark hair settled onto my belly with the pale skin of her belly above. I knew how long my cock was and I measured in my mind how far it had to go into this young girl. But she was having no trouble taking the entire length. She began to explore this strange new world of sex, rolling her hips, lifting then settling back, until she found a motion that satisfied. I kissed her small pointy tits as she fucked me. Her motions became jerky until she stiffened and cried out, “Oh, God! God, God, God…”
I held her against my chest as her breathing returned to normal. When Marissa rolled off the three virgins exchanged looks, ‘You, You, You?’ each challenged the other. Tara, she of the wild red hair and freckles, still with small tits, crawled over. She hesitated, looking at my reddened cock for a long time. Jill spoke finally, “Don’t unless you really want to.”
Tara looked at Jill, “I’m scared.”
“Then don’t do it. It’s not like Tim hasn’t had enough sex.” This released the tension and brought gales of laughter. Jill looked at Ariel and Holly. Holly shook her head.
Ariel was different. I could see the desire and the nerves. “Can I try just a little?” she asked Jill. Hum, I guess I was just a sex toy. Oh well, there are worse things.
“I’m sure Tim will be happy to do whatever you want,” Jill said.
Ariel looked at me, a bashful smile as she realized she’d asked Jill rather than me. “I’d love to do anything you’d like.” She smiled back and crawled over, straddled me, the fourth woman in the past hour. Ariel was the smallest girl and maybe the least developed. Her pussy had the barest of a thatch above it. Her brunette hair was long and draped down her front covering her small tits, mostly just puffy nipples barely rising above the surrounding chest. But her pussy was wet and hot, drenched with her arousal, as she slid it along my cock.
Ariel rocked on my shaft enjoying the feeling of hard rod on her clitoris. She was getting lost in the lust, her head thrown back, when she looked at me, lust turning her face to a maddening beauty. She rocked forward until the tip of my cock lined up with her opening. A push and it nudged her nether lips open. Another push and the tip entered her. Another push, a harder push this time and my shaft lanced into Ariel. Her eyes closed as she gasped. Once again, I felt my cock sink into a tight hot vagina, a virgin’s vagina. Ariel seemed so tiny. I held her hips to guide her as she pushed and bottomed out, her pussy mashed down on my loins. “Oh my God. It’s so big,” she said. The muscles of her pussy seemed to quiver around my cock. I nearly exploded. Whatever it is about the woman superior position saved me. I lifted her hips, then led her back down. She seemed almost like a doll she was so light. Ariel quickly got the timing and was soon fucking me like a pro. When her climax came she shuddered and cried out before collapsing onto my chest. She was crying as I lifted her face and kissed her.
“What’s wrong, dear?” I asked.
Through her tears she smiled, “Nothing. I never felt anything so strong before. It’s not like when I do myself.” She wiped the tears away, a smile on her face. “Thank you.” We kissed again. As Ariel rolled off, Tara and Holly stared at my cock. I wondered if I was going to get them as well.
Jill asked quietly, “Do you want to? You don’t have to.”
Holly shook her head as Tara quietly said, “No.”
“Then it’s Tim’s turn.” Jill lay back and spread her legs. She crooked her finger at me, “Come here, big boy and get your reward.”
Smiling, I crawled over to Jill. She guided me into her hot sopping channel. It didn’t take long for me to send my cum boiling into her grasping pussy. I think she even had another climax as I filled her, moaning, “I’m cumming, cumming.”
I can honestly say that was the best party I have ever been invited to. I just wish more people threw parties like that. If you do, you know how to reach me.
We had gotten together as a group once more and it was similar. Tara and Holly abstained. This one night, a few weeks later, Tara was the only guest. After dinner, Jill winked as the girls took me to Stacey’s room. I knew something was up.
Once in the room Stacey clued me in, “Tara wants to, you know, do it.” I nodded. Stacey continued, “But she wants her first time to be special, not like with everyone watching.”
Tara broke in, “Tim, it is driving me crazy watching. I get so frustrated…”
Stacey continued, “So, I suggested that maybe Tara could come over alone, and maybe you could, you know, be special just for her.” The girls both looked at me, waiting, Tara with a bit of anxiety, Stacey with a hopeful air.
Let’s see, I’m being offered a beautiful young virgin and they are worried I might decline. Ha. “I’d be honored,” I told Tara. Both girls beamed smiles.
Stacey hugged Tara, “Have fun.” She gave me her devilish grin as she left the room. It was just Tara and me.
“Do you want to try anything in particular?” I asked. Tara shook her head. I could see that she wanted me to take charge. I pulled her to me and kissed her. She melted into my arms, my little Irish nymph. Yes, this is what she wanted, the Romance, even if it was really play.
Laying her back, I removed her clothes, all the while kissing her pale freckled skin as it came to light. Her rosy nipples grew hard between my lips. I also doffed my clothing, to lay next to my nymph naked. Our hands traced over each other. Her rosy pussy grew wet under my tongue. Tara watched as I licked and sucked her pearl, her hands entwined in my hair, pulling me against her. Her pussy was flowing with her oily emissions as I rose and levered between her legs, my staff finding her hot pussy waiting. A push, followed by a plunge and I was deep in her. A moan filled the air as two moved together to become one, heaving, squirming, seeking completion. Hers came first, a low keening wail in her chest as she came, which pulled mine from me, an explosion filling her lovely young pussy with my seed.
Tara and I lay in bed, relaxing. That was four of the five girls I had sex with, or five of six girls if I counted Jill. Is Jill a girl? Are the girls women, and girls? I know what the dictionary says. But, really is it terrible to refer to women as girls? I guess I’m just a retrograde Neanderthal who thinks it’s okay that a woman might refer to ‘the boys’ and a guy might say ‘the girls.’ Sexist? Probably. But five of six isn’t too bad for a sexist Neanderthal.
No, I never did Holly. She never wanted to. She would eventually play with my cock, and she practiced blow jobs with the other girls. Yes, that one was a really special session. I remember lying on my back in the middle of the circle, Jill giving me an outstanding blow job as the girls asked questions. Then Jill had them practice. It’s a good thing there were so many stops and breaks for instruction otherwise I wouldn’t have lasted five minutes. Man, I remember those sessions. Like the one time when I did the girls, all except Holly, puppy style. That one needed a break for regeneration as I had filled Ariel’s tight twat with my cum half way through. But Holly and I never fucked. She wanted her first time to be someone special. I found out from Stacey that Holly did give her virginity to her first boyfriend and complained bitterly how lousy he was. Well, yeah. The only reason I wasn’t lousy is the years of experience from being married. It takes a guy years to learn how to properly please a woman, and some guys never learn.
Six months whipped by with the parties becoming less and less frequent. After all, the girls got exactly what they wanted, instruction and experience. They were confident now as they stretched their wings to fly into adulthood. Stacey found her boyfriend, a likeable kid who was also good looking if a bit dorky. Hey, all guys that age are a bit dorky. Marissa had also found her boyfriend as had Tara. That’s when the parties stopped completely. Stacey asked me questions about men as she sought to turn her boyfriend into a good lover.
After Stacey dropped me, oh so gently, Jill took me out to dinner. “So, what now?”
I smiled, “I guess I’m a free man.” I held up the glass of wine to toast. Jill pointedly did not respond.
“Are you going to make me beg?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, for once I think the man ought to be the one not begging. Women control 80% of the wealth in this country and 100% of the pussy and from the time we’re twelve we men are always begging, giving away our money for that so elusive pussy. Just once I wish the shoe was on the other foot,” I finished pompously.
Jill laughed. “Be the last time,” which I knew was true. She put on this little girl air of supplication, “Please, please, be my boyfriend.”
It hit me right then. I had known Jill would ask when Stacey dropped me as her boyfriend. I had looked forward to the moment it would happen and I knew Jill and I were in for more than just boyfriend girlfriend. We had become friends as well as lovers over the six months shepherding the girls into adulthood. But when it happened, it rocked me.
Jill asked, concerned, “What? What is it?”
Like a flash I knew that I had recovered from my wife’s passing. I was whole again. Jill had completed me. I was living again. This had to be the strangest romance ever told. But there it was. I was in love with Jill, and had been for months. I was just waiting for Stacey to pass me along as Jill and I knew would soon happen. I saw the look of concern and smiled with all the affection in my soul bursting through. “I love you.”
Jill literally did rock back in her chair. “Do you mean it?”
“Yes, I just realized how much I mean it. We’ve been waiting, haven’t we? Waiting for each other.”
She nodded, tears in her eyes. She brushed them away as she said, “They’re happy tears,” and flung herself in my arms.
Holding her against me I whispered into her ear, “I guess that’s the end of the sharing.”
Jill pulled back until we could see each other and wiped the tears away. “I don’t know. I bet when Stacey gets tired of her boyfriend she might just come begging. Maybe you’ll get two women to beg.”
I looked at her and knew she was serious.
“In between boyfriends Stacey will be just as randy as I was when she shared you. It seems only fair that I be as generous as she was. You won’t mind will you?” she asked with a mischievous grin. Jill truely was rational when it came to sex.
“Seems the least I can do,” I said. I held Jill, truly happy for the first time in years. It was the happiness of completion as a being. I had everything a man could want: a beautiful woman, money to make her happy because I knew that’s what I’d be doing with it, and a young lover to share without any jealousy.
I remembered the thought I had the first time I was with Stacey. Eden. I knew I had rediscovered Eden. Pleasure without guilt. That is Eden.
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