A Mountain Retreat
Chapter 8
By Apollon
Story codes; MF Mgg
The dust had barely settled from the exodus of Linda and Mark and Lacy and their parents when Steven and Stephanie’s parents announced they, too, were moving; but it was only a couple of miles away. They had bought another house, larger that allowed separate bedrooms for the kids. It was an arrangement that their mom quipped was probably closing the barn door after the horse had left. Apparently she suspected the siblings of messing around but I doubt she was aware of how much and how far they had gone.
By the time school started they had moved from the neighborhood. My classes started soon after and with the work schedule at the super market I kept busy. I seldom saw Stephan or Stephanie and then only at church. My urges were diminished only by a strong right hand with occasional variations with the left. But my experiences with Linda, finally losing my virginity, and then with her little brother the night before they left confirmed it; I liked girls. I had no regrets about the boy sex I had enjoyed; it had filled a void and satisfied a primal need. But I had experienced the real thing now and I wanted more; I wanted pussy.
There was a girl in one of my classes that caught my eye and she seemed to notice me. She was a brunette with long hair and dark eyes and an obviously great body. Our eyes met in class and we seemed to be attracted to each other. We chatted after class a few times and she was obviously interested. I asked her out. She wore tight sweaters and skirts and made sure I noticed. I was hopeful I could get somewhere and nervously purchased a box of condoms, we called them rubbers then, from a pharmacy across town where I wouldn’t be recognized. We went to a movie and a pizza place and parked her darkened driveway I decided to make some moves.
She was a great kisser and in no time we were trading tongues. I managed to get my hand under her sweater and bra with no objections. But when I moved her hand to the hard on under my pants and started to slip my hand under her skirt she stopped me. “I don’t do that on the first date,” she said quietly. But she left her hand resting on my unit. We finished the evening making out for a half hour or so with me getting my hands full of her ample tits. I was stoked when I got home and jacked off quickly into a sock. She had said she didn’t do that on the first date so it must mean she would on the second. I made plans to ask her out again.
It was a week later that we went out for a pizza. She didn’t object when I suggested we go somewhere private and drove to a quiet road on the edge of town. There was a dirt road that was largely abandoned and allowed parking near some trees. The girl had to know my intentions but made no objection to our destination and responded quickly when I leaned over and kissed her. Without spending much time making out I worked her knit top up, loosened her bra massaging her nice tits and then pulled the top off completely. He dark eyes looked at me hungrily as pushed the seat back and maneuvered.
This time she didn’t protest when my hand went under her skirt. I moved up her thigh and found the gusset of her thin panties. I could feel heat and moisture under the fabric. She leaned back against the door and let her legs part as my hand pulled at the crotch of her panties. When my finger found its way through the coarse hairs, and touched her little finger of flesh, she gasped and let a groan escape her lips. She repeated the utterance when my finger probed her hole and slipped easily into her warm wet orifice.
I pulled my hand out and tugged at her panties. She leaned against the door and lifted her hips and we got them down awkwardly over her knees and off. Climbing from under the steering wheel I moved between her knees and we both fumbled at my belt and zipper. As my raging hard on emerged the girl spread her knees then cautioned that she didn’t have protection. It was obvious she was not going to let that stop us but smiled in the dark when I produced the foil pack from my pocket.
Having never used one of the latex devices before, I had tried one on a couple of nights before. Still I fumbled a little getting it rolled on while the girl waited anxiously. She rolled her hips to meet me exposing a thick patch of hair and wide lips around her pussy. She was wet and ready almost desperate and I plunged easily into her clear to our pubic bones in one swift stroke. My only experience to this point was with a preteen and a virgin which this girl was not.
She felt soft and warm around the rubber and I moved easily in and out. She responded by wrapping her legs around mine and bucking hard upward to meet me. Her hands gripped my arms and her mouth was open slightly and with each thrust she uttered, “Ah, ah, ah, ah,” in a high pitched almost chirping sound. I was glad we were secluded enough that no one could hear.
It was obvious we were both incredibly horny and rutted like rabbits for several minutes. I pounded into her harder than I could have imagined until she let out a little shriek and clamped her legs around me just as my balls exploded and dumped a pent-up supply of semen into the reservoir of the rubber. The girl went limp under me and I kept moving, slowing like a freight train, gradually coming to a stop. I gripped the base of the rubber and pulled back like I had read in the instructions, careful not to spill any of the contents.
Reaching behind me, I opened the window and threw the latex out the window, then wiped my come-covered penis with a handkerchief. My new lover was simply laying there, legs still spread, with a satisfied smile. I bent over and kissed her gently on the lips. “That was really good,” I said, not knowing what else to say. She just nodded and kept smiling. It was cool but not cold and there was moisture on our bodies. The girl’s nipples were pointed on her firm tits and her legs were still spread displaying her furry patch and the inviting lips of her pussy. I felt myself recovering quickly and getting hard again.
She looked at it and smiled without saying anything. “Let’s get in the back seat,” I suggested. She nodded and we got out and crawled into the back while I found reason to appreciate driving a four door car. I switched off the dome light, pulled my pants and shirt off rendering me as naked as she was. I ran my hands over her firm body bringing my lance quickly back to a fighting posture and, once again, reached into my pocket for a foil packet.
It went on more easily this time and I crawled between her legs, lifted them over my thighs, again and slowly this time let my crown and shaft sink into her warmth. The girl didn’t move; just let me sink clear to her pubic bone. I pulled back out until the tip almost cleared then went slowly back in. Gradually I began to move in steady rhythm, pushing all the way in and almost all the way back out. Her pussy was soft and warm and slick. I moved easily inside it. It occurred to me that the girl was experienced and I wondered how many dicks had been there before me. Unlike the first time, she didn’t gasp, make sounds, hump against me, or even move. She simply lay there quietly, smiling, and let me fuck her.
So fuck her, I did, steadily for almost a half hour. I realized in the process that’s all it was. There was no romance; we were simply attracted to each other and filling a mutual need. And as an inexperienced twenty-year-old, I was anxious to get laid any way I could. So while she lay there quietly I gradually sped up, finally losing my second load into the rubber.
We got together again, about a week later with almost the same results. We went back to the same deserted road and the girl practically tore my clothes off. This time we barely got going when she went off gasping and shrieking like she had before. I had to keep pressing longer to get myself off. Then again she let me have a nice slow fuck in the back seat. I wondered if there was something I should be doing to get her excited again but was too happy to be fucking to worry about it.
I missed a class one week and afterward started to approach when I saw her talking to a tall dark boy. She glanced my way and smiled, then turned and left with the boy. I had her number but didn’t call. After the semester ended I never saw her again. It had been fun, I had no regrets, but I don’t remember her name.
I got a few letters from Linda in California. At first she sounded lonely and bored, missed me and her friends. I wrote back. Then she started getting settled in school and getting acquainted. She made some friends and been asked out on dates. Her brother and sister liked being out there and she guessed she did, too.
When classes were out for the holidays I worked a lot of extra hours. There was no time for dating and no prospects anyway. My mom kept trying to line me up with girls from the church. Most I found nice but unattractive or downright ugly. But Christmas brought people together and at one such event my young friends Steven and Stephanie appeared. It had only been four months or so since I had seen them, other than fleeting glimpses and the transformation was amazing.
Both had grown. Steven was taller and more mature looking but Stephanie had shot up what appeared to be a foot. She was now a gangly pre-teen all arms and legs, well not all; she was wearing a clingy velvet holiday dress that showed two pointed bumps on her chest. She made sure I noticed. At one point in the gathering, Stephan pulled me aside and said, “I can come now, and I’m getting some hairs.” I patted him on the back with a few words of congratulations. No seventh grade boy wants to still be immature in that department.
When I had the chance and we were out of earshot from the crowd, I hugged Stephanie. “Hey girl, you’re really growing up; you look great.” She beamed back at me, bowing her chest toward me. I glanced down acknowledging her budding figure and added, “You must have all the sixth grade boys after you now.” “There all so dumb,” she retorted. Then with a sly smile she said, “But Steven has a couple of cute friends.” That was the sum of our conversation and I returned to my schedule of work and classes.
Most Saturdays I worked the day shift at the market, starting in the morning stocking shelves. It must have been around ten o’clock when someone stepped up behind me. “Hi,” I heard a cheerful feminine voice. I turned around to see Joan, Linda’s long time best friend. Her image made me almost catch my breath. She had brown hair with hints of red done perfectly to her shoulders in a page boy style. Her face was slim, almost angular with full lips and dazzling blue eyes. She stood sort of rocking on her toes giving me the brightest smile I had ever seen.
“Hi, yourself,” I heard myself say. “How are you? I haven’t seen you for a while.”
“Oh, fine,” she said, “you know, just busy with school. I got a couple of letters from Linda.”
“Me, too,” I said. “It sounds like she’s doing OK and starting to like it out there.”
“Yeah, that’s what her last letter said.” “I guess she’s starting to date some, too,” she said, kind of eyeing me.
“Yeah, I think that’s great,” I responded. “She’s really a nice girl and I bet a lot of guys will ask her out,” I added. Joan smiled at me again.
“Yeah, well, I better let you work,” she said, “I just wanted to stop and say hi.”
“I’m glad you did,” I said, and then after a little pause I added, “It’s good to see you again”.
The girl seemed to hesitate for few seconds then turned, said, “Bye,” with a little wave then walked off. I couldn’t help but watch as she walked away. She was wearing Levi’s rolled up below the knee. Her posterior pressed the pockets firmly and her slim legs ended in white anklets and saddle shoes. She was wearing a white button up shirt that allowed the shadow of a white bra to show. We had met through Linda when she was in ninth grade and I was a senior in high school. I had been instantly smitten.
She was often around with Linda and we enjoyed each other’s company. I found myself showing up at Linda’s as an excuse to see her friend. As she matured from shy Jr. High girl our mutual interest seemed to develop; until, as she started her sophomore year I started asking her out. She always seemed to be busy or have something else to do and then it seemed the more I asked the more cold she became, until I gave up deciding she just wasn’t interested in going out with me.
It might not have mattered; other girls had turned me down. But I really liked Joan, and at one point I felt like she liked me. I had enjoyed getting off to fantasies of her and even daydreamed a little about her being the kind of person to be with long term. I told myself there were lots of fish in the sea. My mom always seemed to be pushing me and Linda and I went out with a couple of other girls trying to get over Joan’s rejection and let the wound heal. But now surprisingly, she had reopened it.
Weeks passed; at my mother’s urging, I went out with a couple of girls from church. The older ones seemed aloof, the younger ones were mostly airheads. I wasn’t really attracted to any of them but responding to my constant horniness I tried some moves with a redheaded girl with big tits. All she did was giggle and push my hands away. I was beginning to think I get callouses on my right hand.
Every week or so, I would see Joan. She would wander in to the market, sometimes with her mother or friends, and sometimes alone. She would stop and say “Hi”, ask how school was going, sometimes mention Linda and then scurry out. If I was busy she would just wave. The whole neighborhood shopped at the market so it was not unusual to see many people I knew. But I hadn’t seen much of her until lately. She kept popping into my mind.
It was one of the first warm Saturdays of the year and I happened to have the day off. I had been lounging in a pair of shorts and sweat shirt doing a little reading, when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find two stone cold young foxes, Stephanie, and shapely dark-haired girl with her. “Hi there,” I said in response to their greeting, “What are you up to?”
“I’m staying over at Sharon’s,” Stephanie volunteered, “And we’re just bumming around.” It was then I recognized the other girl as Steph’s friend from down the street.
“Come in,” I said and stood back pushing the door open. The girls were dressed similarly in the currently popular mini-skirts, and light jackets against the cool morning that stood open displaying snug knit tops that accented the swells on their chests.
“We better take our shoes off,” Steph said, “In case we have mud or something.” They were both wearing boot-like shoes and when they bent and sat to pull them off I was treated to a delightful view of bare coltish young legs that went right to the top. Stephanie’s eyes saw where mine went and she gave me a sly smile.
“So your mom and dad aren’t home huh?” It sounded like a fact she already knew and had managed finding me at home as well.
“No, they’re gone for the weekend,” I offered, as both girls dropped their thin jackets behind them and parked on the couch. I have always been amused at in the quest for originality young girls dress like their peers. Declining the offer of sodas they both leaned back on their elbows so their almost matching tops would emphasize their growing young tits and their mutual mini-skirts pulled above their knees.
I marveled at how quickly twelve-year-old Stephanie had shot up and started growing a shape and how her thirteen-year-old friend, Sharon had blossomed from a kind of chubby young thing to a sexy young teen with a body. “So what have you been doing?” I asked just making conversation but being painfully aware of the sexiness of the two young girls and my own sex deprived state.
“Well I’m staying over at Sharon’s this week-end,” Stephanie started, “And last night a couple of her brother’s friends came over and we had fun, you know kind of a make-out party.”
“It could have been even more fun,” Sharon sort of whispered, and the two chuckled.
“Well you know me and Steven used to mess around and well, Sharon and her brother have, too, but, well…we know we can trust you and you wouldn’t say anything or tell on us so…”
“Go ahead and ask him,” Sharon prompted.
“Well sometimes there’s these other boys we kind of like and might want to fool around a little but…me and Sharon both get periods now and we had to quit, you know, doing stuff. But Steven said there are things that boys can wear, you know, to put on so you can still do it but girls won’t get pregnant,” she paused eyeing my reaction. “So… we just wondered if you knew where or how we could get some.” There it was out. The girls were on a quest for rubbers. At least even at their tender ages they were being smart about the whole thing. “I mean it’s not like we plan to just go out and use them or anything,” Stephanie defended, “But just to have, you know, just in case…like in an emergency...” she smiled with a guilty look.
“Like almost happened last night,” Sharon interjected smugly. The two gave each other a sly grin.
“So do you know where we can get some?” Stephanie continued.
“Well it seems you’ve come to the right place,” I said.
“You mean you have some?” Stephanie bubbled.
“As a matter of fact, I do.” One of the pharmacists at the market had been generous with samples. I was self-conscious about being twenty years old and inexperienced in their use. Just after my first eventful date with the girl at school I optimistically ordered an assortment of over a hundred from a Playboy ad which was delivered in a plain brown rapper and that, as yet, I had never had a chance to use. “But you girls have to promise you’ll never tell where you got them.”
“Oh we won’t….and we could pay you… that would be so cool….” They bubble with excitement.
“It’ll be my treat,” I said without thinking how it sounded, and left the girls to retrieve my collection from its hiding place in a false bottomed drawer. At twenty years old I could still count my sexual experiences on one hand. I began to sense this was an opportunity and quickly ignored any sense of guilt at the girls’ tender ages. When I returned the girls were sort of curled up together whispering. Stephanie’s skirt was hiked up giving me a side view of her thin white panties and her legs were draped between Sharon’s. When Steph sat up I got a brief glimpse of blue panties between Sharon’s legs. My mind began searching the possibilities.
“OK, let’s see what we’ve got.” I sat next to Stephanie and opened the small bag digging out the collection of foil packets.
“What are all these, I mean, are they different or what?” they questioned. I sorted and pointed out lubricated from non, reservoir end from plain, jumbo from slim, (the latter obviously meant for immature penises) and even some frilly specialty and color items. The girls were awed by the variety. “How do we know, I mean…” Steph started. Sharon pulled her close and whispered something and they both gave me a sly look.
“Umm…could you maybe show us how they work?” Steph said tentatively. I could see a sly look in Steph’s eyes that I had seen before when she had something naughty in mind.
Seeing my chance and feeling my dick lurch, I said, “Well maybe I should demonstrate how they work.”
The girls’ heads turned toward each other quickly with sly looks. “Do you want to demonstrate on us?” Steph’s expression confirmed what she had in mind.
“That would probably be the best way for you to learn,” I said returning her sly look.
“Want to?” Steph asked looking around at her friend.
“I will if you will,” Sharon responded. I deduced they had discussed this possibility.
“OK,” Steph said, “We’ll let you demonstrate on us.”
I stood up, gathered the collection and led the girls to my bedroom. Steph had been there before and bounced up on my bed and leaned back on her elbows letting her legs drift open. The little skirt barely covered her crotch. “So how shall we start?” she asked, seemingly anxious.
“Well we should probably start by taking our clothes off,” I suggested seizing the opportunity.
“OK, but when we do it I get to go first cause we never got to do it all the way that time,” Steph said, “Then remembering our pledge of confidence she said, “Sharon knows we tried to do it once and she and I have both done it with Steven and I’ve done it with her brother. But they both get sperm now so we don’t let them anymore.”
With that pronouncement she pulled her knit top over her head displaying the lightly padded cups of her beginner bra. When she undid the snap and dropped the garment I observed the budding tits that would have nicely shown under her top without it. She smiled when she saw me giving her chest an approving look. “I’ve grown, huh?” she said proudly, puffing out her chest.
“Yes you have and you’re gorgeous,” I responded.
“Aren’t you going to get undressed?” the slim girl asked. I pulled the sweatshirt over my head and turned to see Sharon’s ample young breasts fall free as she unhooked her bra.
Sharon smiled noticing my look. She had the kind of shape that made other seventh grade girls jealous and even older boys drool. It was obvious she liked the attention. As she dropped her skirt I could see a dark patch curls beneath the thin blue panties. When I heard her say, “There,” and turned back to look at Stephanie she was lying back, stark naked with her feet still clad in white ankle socks pulled up on the bed and her legs parted just enough to display the newly acquired fuzz on her pussy lips. Sharon pushed her panties down quickly and perched on the bed with her legs hanging over hiding her pussy for the moment.
“Well come on,” Stephanie urged, with the demeanor of a brothel maid. I pushed my shorts and jockeys to my ankles. When I stood my dick was at half-mast and rising.
“Whoa, big,” I heard from Sharon.
“See, I told you,” Stephanie commented. “So what do we do?” She asked.
“Well you have to decide if you’re really going to do anything, you know, let the boy know or stop him if you don’t want to.” I began to assume the role of teacher and educator. You usually decide that when you’re making out…like this.” I put my arm around Stephanie having already decided I was going to kiss her.
Her blue eyes got big and she dropped her knees as I bent my head and touched my lips to hers. Her lips were stiff at first and her eyes still open in surprise. “You have to relax and kiss better than that if you want a boy to make love to you.” Steph’s expression softened and her eyes twinkled as I bent close and kissed her again. This time her lips softened and she closed her eyes and kissed me back with surprising passion for a pre-teen. I let my hand drift to her chest and whispered, “Boys will do this next if they get brave.”
“I know,” Steph whispered back. I slid my face down to the pointed little cones that only recently appeared and curled my lips around one.
Stephanie’s hands came around my head and she gasped quietly, “They’re growing.”
“I know,” I whispered, “And they’re wonderful.
Then pushing slightly on my head she said, “Do that one thing you did before, you know with your tongue, down there.” I knew what she meant and let my lips trace the softness of her belly, over the newly sprouted fuzz and let my tongue wash the stiff little nub before plunging into her crevice.
Stephanie gasped and next to us Sharon hissed, “Oh my God.” I glanced up to see the dark haired girl lying on her side watching us intently with her hand between her legs.
The touch of my tongue in her sex quickly transformed my young friend from a precocious twelve-year-old to a wanton lover. As much as I tried to retain my demeanor as a more experienced instructor having had sex now with two older girls my insides began to quiver at the prospect of making love to Stephanie. I flicked my tongue over her immature clit and slipped a finger inside her tight, wet canal. I heard her gasp and felt a small spasm go through her body and she tugged me upward.
I rose up between her legs responding to her invitation. “If you’re going to do it now is the time you have to prepare if not sooner,” I said quietly. “Hand the boy one of these and tell him he has to wear one if he’s going to go any farther.” I picked up a foil pack and handed it to Steph. “If he doesn’t know how to use it you might have to tear it open and do it for him.” Steph tore the foil and looked at the latex ring. I rolled slightly to the side, “Now put it over the tip and roll it on.”
Sharon had leaned closer to share in the instruction. I was amused at myself assuming the role of instructor considering I had never really used one except in trial and error and only knew what I had read for instruction. But these girls didn’t know that. “Other way,” I said, as the latex ring was upside down and wouldn’t move.
Steph turned it over her hands shaking slightly and this time rolled it all the way down. “It’s kind of sticky,” she said.
“That’s lubricant to make it go in easier,” I said as I moved over her again. I might have offered more instruction but I sensed both Stephanie and I were anxious. Raising her hips and draping her legs over my thighs, I held my latex covered dick at Stephanie’s nearly hairless portal and she reached down parting her nether lips with both hands encouraging my entry. It had been almost a year since my feeble attempt to enter the young blonde and she had grown and matured and had experienced her brother’s small dick and admitted doing it with Sharon’s brother. But she was still only twelve and tight and her body resisted even my lubricated entry.
My bulbous crown passed her outer lips easily but as I pressed more deeply into her canal it got increasingly tight. I was intent on completing the act with my precocious young blonde friend this time and pressed in firmly. “Ouch, wait,” she said as her body winced at the intrusion and she spread herself wider. I held still for a moment with over half of my dick ensconced. I felt her body relax around me and started pressing a little more.
“OK?” I asked.
She nodded with a little smile and said, “Big.”
I could sense Sharon watching intently as I pressed in a little farther then pulled back a little and pushed in again. Steph started to pull her hands away and remembering something I had read I took one hand and instructed her to feel the base of my dick and the small roll to make sure the rubber sheath was still in place. Then I proceeded to move speeding up like a freight train and going slightly deeper until most of me was ensconced.
Even with the barrier of latex the tightness and sensation was amazing. I was afraid I wouldn’t last long and wanted to prolong the feeling as long as I could. I glanced over at Sharon who was watching the junction of our bodies intently with her hand buried between her legs. “Did you see how we did it?” I asked trying to slow my libido.
Sharon nodded. “But I want a turn,” she almost groaned.
“Not ‘til we’re finished,” Stephanie said, and tightened her grip on my arms. I turned back and leaned over Stephanie so I could look down into her face. Her lips were parted slightly and she had a look mixed with amazement and desire.
Pressing my body closer to hers I began moving slightly faster. I felt Stephanie shudder slightly as the level rose in my well. Pressure mounted and I leaned next to her ear and said, “Here it goes, I’m going to come.” I felt a spasm go through her just as my body erupted pouring copious amount of semen into the rubber. A part of me was glad for the protection but a more banal instinct wished I had been filling her womb with my seed. I’m not sure if she had a full blown orgasm or at least one as good as my tongue had evoked. But we both wilted quickly, and I reached between us for the base of the rubber before I had a chance to go soft.
Resuming my role as instructor and voicing instructions to myself as well I said, “Now the boy has to pull out before he gets soft and take hold of the rubber when he does so as not to slip out or spill anything,” I repeated from the instructions I had read. Stephanie nodded her understanding even as she lay there with a satisfied look, and watched me pinch the latex and move to the bathroom for disposal.
I quickly wiped my unit with wet rag, aware it had not fully deflated and returned to the bedroom. Stephanie and Sharon had switched places and Sharon was lying back on her elbows with her legs spread. “She wants demonstration now,” Stephanie said, a tone of jealousy in her voice. I crept up on the bed between the two. Sharon was definitely more developed that Stephanie. Her B+ size tits stood up firmly on her chest and her now parted legs displayed a triangular patch of pubic hair pointing toward thicker, looser looking pussy lips. A dangle of flesh showed through the hairs at the top of her crevice looking like a hood for the stiff protrusion that was her clit. It was larger and more pronounced than I had seen or imagined.
“Do everything you did with her,” the girl said almost pleadingly. I knew she was at least as experienced as Stephanie but suspected she was more so. When I moved over to kiss her I immediately felt her tongue start to probe. She arched her chest up to me when I gripped her ample tits obviously wanting to feel my lips on them. I obliged hearing little mews of approval as sucked her pointed nipples between my lips. Her hands went around my head and in a few seconds pushed down toward her widely spread legs. Her hips were wider and she had more flesh than Stephanie and I gripped the bare flesh as moved down.
I knew what she wanted and quickly traced through her sparse wiry hairs until my lips and tongue touched the stiff little finger of flesh brining a quiet squeal of approval. Her aroma and taste was a little pungent compared to Stephanie’s sweetness but I buried my tongue nonetheless. Then I slipped back up to suck the protrusion and press a finger into her wetness below it. She was open and loose and wet and I was fully recovered and hard again.
Sharon watched almost panting with her hips undulating slightly as I opened another packet and repeated the instructions as I rolled the latex over my anxious member. Perhaps she was hornier than the average or watching her best friend have sex with me was her inspiration but his girl was ready to fuck. And that’s what it was. I slid my rubber covered dick into her easily. She chirped her approval as my pubic bone touched hers. I pulled back and felt her hands grip my butt and plunged back in quickly. In seconds I was pounding into her hammering her clit with my pubic bone.
Her head was turned up her eyes were closed and, “Ah, ah, ah,” escaped her throat as body clamped around mine in an orgasm. Insulated by the rubber and having just come once, I hadn’t finished and kept going.
Sharon’s eyes opened and looked at me in surprise but didn’t object as I kept fucking. I watched her face as another come approached and then felt my own rising. Her body jerked just as I announced, “Here it goes,” and loosed another load in a new rubber.
I’m not sure she felt a real one the second time but she seemed satisfied as I withdrew repeating the instructions I had read for safely using a condom. When I returned from disposing and wiping the girls were reaching for their clothes. “We need to get back to her house,” Stephanie announced reluctantly. “Can we have a couple of those?” she said nodding toward the collection of foil packs on the side table. I quickly reviewed a crash course in the differences and dispensed a few to each girl noting that if their partner happened to be small and immature they had an example of the “snug fit” as well. Then I offered that if they needed more they’d have to ask. “Can we get another demonstration then?” Sharon asked.
“You better believe it,” I replied and ushered them to the door.
As they started to walk away, Stephanie turned back and hopped up the steps pushing me back inside the door. She literally jumped into my arms. I caught her by the panty covered bottom as she kissed me very hard on the lips. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I wish you were my boyfriend and we could do it all the time.” Then she dashed back down to catch up with Sharon. I found myself wishing the same thing with her. I had fucked Sharon and enjoyed it. But Stephanie and I had made love. Twenty and twelve was just too far apart.
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