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Chapter Two
Molly, Alice and I matriculated at the same
university down state. I had not seen much of
them during the Summer, because I had been
fully involved with Betty, learning all there
was to know about sex, except anal. Although
the girl was curious, she dared not venture it,
because of the thickness of my cock.
Molly, of course, had me load a lot of her stuff
into my car, when we moved down to the
school, things which did not fit into her
father's car, and which barely fit into mine. I
was still her eager puppy dog, and I could
deny her nothing, despite her frequent
nastiness.
Thousands of students moved into the dorms
on the same weekend. It was a chaotic scene,
with cars pulled up onto lawns and people
unloading even small refrigerators, which they
lugged up several stories. Molly didn't insist
that I carry her stuff to her room, since she had
her dad to command and enslave, although I
did help Alice, because she was there with
just her mom. Molly and Alice, of course,
were room mates.
Later, when everything was in order and the
parents had departed, the three of us sat
together in the Union and chomped on
hamburgers. There were a lot of pretty girls
about, and I wondered if one of them was for
me. I had given up on Molly as a girl friend
long before, and Alice, who looked shyly at
me and I knew might be there for me, was too
small. I feared that I would hurt her, if she, in
fact, were willing to have me.
I don't know how I managed to survive those
years between ages twelve and eighteen
without fucking. Betty Morrison taught me
what I had been missing, and once I had gotten
accustomed to doing it almost every day for
most of the preceding Summer, I was very
antsy in the absence of a girl to fuck.
That day at the Union Alice was clad in shorts
and an upper garment which did not cover her
midriff. She was a small girl, but she was not
at all skinny. She had a lovely body, and the
flesh of her slender thighs and upper arms was
quite alluring. I wondered how I might have
her without hurting her too much.
"Tommy, stop ogling my girl," Molly barked,
interrupting my reverie.
"I'm not your girl," Alice responded
vehemently. "I'm your friend and I love you,
and Tommy can ogle me all he wants."
"He could really hurt you with that thing of
his," Molly continued almost in a rant. "You
know what Betty said about it."
Betty was such a gossip. I should have known.
"Tommy won't hurt me," Alice said, softly, as
if to herself, "unless I want him to."
Molly gazed intently into my face with an
expression of bitter resignation.
"I have to go," I said, pushing back my chair,
wanting to be away from them. "I have things
to do."
* * *
I went back to my dorm room, which was
down a flight from that of Alice and Molly,
and which I shared with a person named A.
Chen, who had not yet appeared. He would
not arrive until Monday. It was, of course, a
small space with two beds, two tables and
two chairs. The single window looked out
onto a parking lot.
A slight rap on the door disturbed my survey
of the dismal surroundings in which I would
live for the next four years. I opened the door
to find Alice standing nervously before me,
her hands clenched together in front of her and
her head slightly bowed, not looking at me.
"Hi there," I said cheerfully, genuinely glad to
see the small girl without Molly in attendance.
I took hold of her hand and she came into the
room without hesitation. I pushed the door shut
with my foot. She said nothing, as she leaned
against me, put her arms lightly around my
waist and nestled her head to my chest. I
suddenly knew what was on the agenda, and
the realization both excited and troubled me.
"Are you sure?" I whispered into her ear, not
needing to complete the question.
"Yes. No. I'm scared," she responded in a
small, uneven voice.
I placed my hands on her head and raised it to
look at her face. Her eyes were moist and her
upper teeth clutched her lower lip desperately
in her nervousness.
"We could just kiss and cuddle," I suggested,
brushing my cheek against her fragrant hair.
"No," she replied, but said nothing more, and I
realized that she expected me to take charge. I
leaned my head down and kissed her neck, her
cheek and then her lips. Alice responded with
an outpouring of passionate sighs as she
pressed her body and lips against mine. That
is how Alice and I set about to make love with
each other.
We were soon naked together on the bed with
my mouth on one of her small, seemingly
immature breasts, intending to move my mouth
down her slight body to the moist, hairy
fragrance between her slender thighs. Alice
suddenly pulled my face to hers.
"Do it now, Tommy, before I loose courage,"
she gasped into my mouth.
I had decided weeks before what I would do
if this situation ever presented itself. I crawled
atop the girl. Alice raised her knees high
and spread her legs widely in invitation to me
to give her the single, most memorable event
of her life. I knew where to put it, and I thrust
my cock at her with a steady pressure until I
felt it suddenly break through into her body.
Alice cried out in pain and pushed at my
shoulders as I slowly worked my penis all the
way into her extreme tightness. I then removed
it quickly and got off the girl, who was
sobbing convulsively. I held her to me, cooed
softly to her and kissed her face, licking away
the tears.
"It's over now, sweetheart," I whispered.
"Are . . . are you finished?"
"Yes, darling, until you heal."
Alice relaxed and I could feel the tension in
her body abate. She snuggled to me in peace.
"You're still hard," she said, taking hold of my
cock which was absolutely rigid.
"Yes, for the moment," I replied and I began to
masturbate with the head of my cock pressed
against her soft thigh. I came quickly and
spewed my stuff into her pubic bush as I
clutched the lovely girl to me.
* * *
Molly then burst into the room. I had not
locked the door. She gaped at Alice and me on
the bed, naked. Her mouth opened widely as if
she were about to shriek, but she remained
silent for the moment. The result of my
copious orgasm was in obvious view, some of
it still dribbling down Alice's left inner thigh,
and there was also a lot of the girl's blood
visible on the sheet.
"What have you done?" she exclaimed loudly,
although there was no question about what we
had done. Girl-to-girl sex does not involve
excretions and blood, and Molly was appalled
at the messy scene before her.
"Close the door, Molly," I said, which she did
with a thrust of her shoulder, slamming it
loudly. Strangely, I did not feel embarrassed
at being naked in view of this incredibly
beautiful girl, for whom I had lusted for
almost two years.
"Take off your clothes and join us," I joked, but
she ignored my boorishness.
She knelt beside the bed, next to Alice and
fondled her sweaty face "Dearest," she said
softly, "it was not your fault that he raped
you."
"He didn't rape me, Molly," Alice responded
angrily. "I wanted it and it was marvelous,"
she lied. "Perhaps you should try it."
Molly stood up and looked down on us with
an expression of disgust on her gorgeous face.
"Alice," she said, "put your clothes on and
come back to our room. You need to take a
shower."
Within a couple of minutes the two girls had
left and I was alone in the room. Despite her
lesbian bitchiness, I still lusted for Molly.
* * *
For the next couple of weeks I did not try to
see the two girls, although Alice waved to me
a few times as we passed in the distance.
A. Chen arrived in my life to share the small
space of our dorm room. He was a nerdy
Chinese from Los Altos in California, who
was obviously brighter than I. He was also an
outgoing guy who was very friendly, although
he seemed to be extremely naive. He didn't
appear to understand my suggestion that we
coordinate our privacy needs, that we not
come to the room, when one of us had a girl
visiting.
"You have a girl?" he inquired in amazement,
as if I owned an oil well.
"I have two of them," I replied, "and I need to
see them sometimes alone in this room."
"You have two girls?" he responded
incredulously, and he stared at me with an
open mouth.
One day, over two weeks after I wounded her
with my penis, Alice came to my room. A.
Chen (Alan) answered her knock. I was at my
table fully absorbed in writing a history
report, and I did not hear the bustle at the
door.
"Thomas," A. Chen said softly as he touched
my shoulder, "there is a little girl here to see
you."
I looked up and saw Alice beaming at me from
the doorway.
"Alan," I said, "do you need to use the
library?"
"No."
"Why don't you get a snack at the Union?"
"I'm not hungry."
"Alan," I said forcefully, "I want to be alone
with this person for perhaps an hour."
"Ooh," he exclaimed, his eyes opening widely
in sudden understanding. "She's one of your
girls?"
"Yes she is."
A. Chen shook his head and murmured "she's
so little," and he gathered his book bag and
went off to the library.
When my room mate closed the door behind
him, Alice threw herself into my arms and we
kissed voraciously, falling together onto my
bed. "I'm healed," she giggled and wriggled
her small body on top of mine. We undressed
in a torrent of awkward confusion. She then
lay naked on the bed, and I sat on its edge next
to her. Except for her lush pubic bush, she
looked to be twelve years old. I leaned down
and took most of her right breast into my
mouth and inhaled deeply the soapy scent of
her freshly washed body. I kissed her neck,
licked it lovingly and said softly, "I hurt you. I
want to kiss the hurt and make it better." Alice
squirmed in delight and pushed my head down
her body. I nibbled a soft, inner thigh before I
set to the serious business of licking her to
complete silliness. She muffled her orgasmic
cries with a pillow over her face as she
clenched my head tightly with her slender
thighs. She tasted good, but I did not want to
feast on her for too long, because I was
desperate to penetrate her healed vagina. I
climbed atop the small girl when she was still
gasping from a recent orgasm. Her head was
beneath my upper chest, her teeth biting at it,
her fingers clawing my back, as I pushed into
her warm tightness. "Oh, Tommy, oh my god
Tommy!" she exclaimed as I penetrated her
fully. She wanted it slowly, in long strokes,
and I accommodated her. "Faster now, faster,"
she suddenly gasped, and I pounded into her
small body until it quivered in orgasmic
release and she bit my flesh just above my
right nipple, squeaking a shrill cry. I soon
came convulsively, squirting my seed into her
as I held the girl tightly to me, stifling her for a
moment in ecstasy.
* * *
We snuggled together in the warm afterglow
of our wonderful pleasuring, my finger
pushing at her tight anus. "Don't you even think
of it, you monster," Alice growled with a
giggle in her voice, although she pushed her
ass at me and I penetrated her an inch. We
cuddled and kissed sweetly for awhile until
we worked ourselves into a new passion. She
got on top and sat down on my cock. With both
hands I stroked her slender, soft thighs as she
used me for her pleasure, diddling herself as
she rode my rigid member, her eyes closed,
her mouth agape. I struggled not to come,
wanting her first to realize whatever fantasy
was in her mind. I reached up and lightly
pinched her two small breasts between my
fingers. That set her off. "Tommy, oh Tommy,
I love you," she cried out, and her body
shuddered violently. Alice then collapsed
upon me, my cock still deep inside of her. I
held her to me lovingly, and I brought myself
to pleasure in slow, long strokes.
We dozed for awhile in an embrace, the slight
girl half on top of me, my spunk leaking from
her onto my thigh. Before long I heard a key
rattling at the door, and before I could pull the
sheet over Alice and myself, A. Chen peeked
cautiously into the room, saw us and quickly
closed the door. I felt sorry for the guy, and I
resolved to find some way to reward him for
his indulgence of me.
"I suppose that it's time for you to return to
your lesbian lover," I suggest to Alice who
was still giggling at the open mouth expression
of A. Chen.
"Molly is not a lesbian, Tommy. She just
pretends to be to keep the boys away and
maybe you too, although she really likes you
more than any other guy."
"But she seduced you," I protested.
"She could not have seduced a pervert, silly.
She was totally naive, when I got her in bed
with me. I'm the lesbian, almost, sometimes. It
started with Betty Morrison, when we were
fourteen. Betty slept over. It was a Saturday
night."
"But Betty told me that she was not a lesbian,"
I interrupted.
"No, of course she isn't. That night we giggled
and tickled like we had done so many times
before on sleepovers, but I was very curious
about Betty's new titties. She was a late
bloomer, but not as much as I. I was still
completely flat chested. I put my hand on one
of them, under her jammy top, my fingers
actually, because they were still very small.
She did not protest and she squirmed in
pleasure. 'Let's practice kissing,' I said, and
she agreed. That's how it started. For the next
four years, until Molly came along, we did
everything that girls can do with each other.
Even after Jack fucked her for the first time,
and she afterwards took on a couple of other
boys, Betty and I did each other every time we
slept over, which was almost every week. We
got good at giving each other pleasure."
"What did you do together," I asked, still not
comprehending it.
"It's a girl thing, Tommy. It involved a lot of
kissing, fondling and rubbing our bodies
together. And, of course, we went down on
each other. I really liked it, and I didn't feel
that I needed a boy, until I saw you. We were
fifteen at the time, but you didn't notice me,
because I was so scrawny."
"Betty told me one night that she liked boys a
lot. That was after she had gotten over the hurt
that Jack had done to her and she began to feel
pleasure in fucking. She still enjoyed it, when I
went down on her, and she still liked to rub
her clit against my knee or hip bone."
"But what about Molly?" I demanded, having
little interest in her relations with Betty, who
was such a gossip and a fibber.
"Molly was very easy. She's quite
affectionate, and on our first sleepover she let
me do her incredible body. She's really
orgasmic. Wild. We are a curious match,
because she is so much larger than I. I taught
her all about girl-to-girl sex, and before that
first night was over, she thought that she was
in charge. I let her think that, and I assumed the
role of the passive partner. Tommy, I love
you, but I must admit that I love her much
more. I want both of you, so I can't really say
whether or not I'm a lesbian, although if I had
to choose, I would pick Molly. She likes you a
lot, Tommy, although she has been a real bitch
with you at times."
I held Alice to me and played with one of her
little titties with my thumb and forefinger.
Despite what she had said, I still did not think
that Molly was there for me. She seemed to be
turned off by guys, by me.
"Why is Molly so negative about guys?" I
asked the little girl, who squirmed against me,
wanting another fuck.
"She had a very bad experience with an older
cousin, when she was eight or nine years old.
It went on for weeks."
"So," I said in disappointment, "she's not a
virgin."
"As of this morning Molly was still a virgin,"
Alice continued,. "I tongued her opening, and her
hymen was still intact. Her cousin was only
twelve at the time, and the boy experienced
his first orgasm in Molly's mouth."
A slight rapping on the door interrupted us,
and I called out, "Give us a couple of minutes,
Alan."
"Darn," Alice exclaimed in disappointment,
and she got up from the bed to get dressed.
She was such a slight creature, I noticed again,
inches short of five feet, although her limbs
were well proportioned and alluring. I got up
and put on my pajamas, kissed my lover and
promised to visit her the next evening, when
Molly went off to the library to study.
* * *
After a week or so, when she realized that I
was fucking Alice regularly and that she could
not come between us, Molly resigned herself
to sharing the little girl with me. She let me
become part of the family, as it were, and
even showed me some real affection, although
she grew clearly uneasy, whenever I touched
her.
We began to have supper together every
evening and then go to their room, where
Alice and I would usually fall upon the girl's
bed to kiss and fondle each other, fore play,
Molly knew, to the fucking that would follow
as soon as she gathered her books and went
off to the library. Before leaving, Molly
always knelt beside the bed where Alice and I
lay, and she would give the girl a deep,
passionate kiss, to emphasize, perhaps, the
fact that they were still lovers, even though the
girl was about to have sex with me.
Sometimes she would tousle my hair briefly
and give me a sly grin, although I too wanted a
kiss from the beautiful young woman. We had
never kissed.
Molly returned to the room early once, when
Alice and I were still breathing hard from our
sexual exertions, lying naked on the bed, my
cock semi hard, still glistening with the
moistness of the little girl's tight cunt. Molly
had seen me naked once before, but this time
she stood above the bed and gazed
approvingly at me. She then reached down,
took hold of my cock and gave it a slight
squeeze. "You're well hung, Tommy," she said
with a genuine smile, "but it's time for you to
get dressed and leave Alice and me to do
some studying." Her unexpected touch caused
my penis to become rigid, at the sight of which
Molly giggled. She was just teasing me, of
course, but it was cruel, because she knew
how much I wanted her.
The next day after supper, when Alice and I
lay in an embrace on the bed, Molly knelt
down and gave the girl the usual kiss, but she
also then placed her hand on my cheek and
quickly kissed my lips. "I want to watch," she
announced abruptly and stood up. Alice and I
looked at each other and began to giggle at the
delicious naughtiness of having our dear
friend watch us fuck. We didn't pose or do
anything different with each other that evening.
We quickly got undressed and began a routine
of kissing and stroking each other with
increasing passion, ignoring our watching
friend, indeed, unmindful of Molly sitting on a
chair just a few feet away. For long minutes I
had the girl's thighs over my shoulders as I
feasted on her cunt, licking and sucking her,
eventually, to an excited orgasm. In a ragged
voice Alice then whispered, "I want to get on
top." As I turned over I noticed that Molly was
almost within reach of my outstretched hand,
and she was naked. Alice must already have
noticed.
Molly's beauty was astounding. I stared at her
with an open mouth as Alice lowered her
body onto my rigid penis, and Molly gazed
back at me with an expression that I could not
define. Her beauty was not just the perfect
proportionality of her body and the exquisite
softness of her flesh. There was something
more. Her smooth skin had a magic quality
about it, a sheen that one sometimes notices in
certain blondes.
She sat on the chair, her incredible legs,
spread apart, stretching in front of her, one
hand fondling a perfect breast, and the other
between her legs. She was slowly
masturbating with her middle finger. Alice had
her eyes closed, perhaps visiting a fantasy
world, as she worked herself closer and
closer to an orgasm. I reached out a hand to
Molly, entreating her to come and join us on
the bed, which she did after a hesitant pause.
She squeezed next to me, her head on my
shoulder, my arm around her. Alice's body
then shuddered suddenly, and the little girl
squealed in orgasmic bliss, her head falling to
my chest. When I did not begin to pump her to
gain my own pleasure, as I usually did, Alice
raised her head and saw Molly cuddled to me.
Her mouth opened in a radiant smile. She
seemed about to say something, but didn't,
because the situation did not require words.
She got up and went to the chair, where she sat
down and leaned forward eagerly facing the
bed.
I positioned Molly and myself more comfortably
on the bed, and then we kissed, gently,
lovingly. I savored the electric touch of her
lips on mine as I fondled an exquisite breast,
wondering how such firm flesh could be so
amazingly soft.
"I want to feast on your lovely body," I
murmured as I licked on her neck, intending to
taste every part of her, including her toes and
her anus.
"Tommy dear, I'm already excited. Do it now,
but promise me that you won't pull out
before you have your pleasure, like you did
with Alice the first time."
I climbed between Molly's spread legs, and
she raised her knees high and pushed her butt
forward a bit. My cock was at her opening.
Her face was level with mine. We could
easily kiss as we fucked. I sensed the heft of
the tall, slender woman beneath me. Molly
pushed slightly at my cock. I was in the
correct position, at her protected opening.
Leaning on my elbows I held her lovely head
between my hands and gazed at the wondrous
creature, who was now mine, of whom I
would never let go. Molly pulled my head
down, and we kissed passionately as we both
thrust at once to do the deed. She uttered a
small cry of pain into my mouth, but she
continued to push at me, wanting all of it
inside of her. I pulled out a bit and then
pushed back in. Molly met my thrust with her
own, and we set up a rhythm, the tempo
quickly increasing, the gentleness becoming
more forceful. I licked her face as I began to
slam into her, and she met me with powerful
thrusts of her own, however much it must have
hurt her. She called out my name with
repeated sighs. Her staccato groans became
slightly shrill. Her fingernails dug at my
shoulders. Her lustrous, pale blue eyes were
open wide, our noses touching, as we got
wilder and wilder. Then, suddenly, something
inside of her, I don't know the anatomy of it,
something inside of her began to grab the head
of my cock on every thrust. Molly began to
wail, and I covered her open mouth with my
own. We shouted and yelled into each other's
throat as we came together, experiencing the
most ecstatic bliss. It must have lasted, that
enormity, for a number of seconds, perhaps as
many as ten.
I rolled off the sweaty, spent woman whose
head lay on the pillow, her eyes closed, her
face at peace, smiling slightly. Alice jumped
onto the bed and positioned her head between
Molly's thighs, where she undertook to lick up
Molly's blood and juices along with my
copious spunk as they oozed from the woman's
body. It was a very erotic sight, although
somewhat disgusting.
The three of us slept together that momentous
Saturday night, their bodies half on top of me,
because the bed was so narrow. At dawn we
awoke, snuggled and kissed, and we talked
about how we would spend the future together.
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