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Title: Lucky Tickets
Author: JiMC
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The following is a work of fiction and is just a fantasy.
Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental and entirely unintentional. There may be
references to people in a historical context, but they
are not really characters in this story.
This is a story that describes some sexually explicit
situations in a fictional universe that only vaguely
seems to be similar to the real universe. Most of the
characters in this story are under aged, however the
target audience is adults (people over the age of
eighteen) with broad minds.
Chapter 4
I didn't say much as I walked home from the park with
Jack. Jack, for his part, didn't say much of anything either.
I was curious as to what Jack was thinking. I knew that
I had "wished" him to forget about the tickets, but I had no
idea what was going through his mind. I mean, how could his
mind deal with this?
I was also thinking of ways to further exploit those
lucky tickets. I hadn't lost my virginity yet, for instance.
And there were girls--and women!--that had been the sources
of fantasies ever since I had noticed the interesting
differences between the genders.
I felt a new confidence in being able to speak to a girl,
for instance. Having the ability to force my will upon just
about anybody was bound to add to one's confidence.
In the space of less than a day, I had gone from being
quite naive about sex, to having first-hand demonstrations of
receiving head from two different girls.
In short, I was feeling quite invincible... what could
possibly stop me?
I could have the entire female population of my school
line up to fuck, suck, or do whatever I wanted! I could walk
into a police station, and have the policemen strip all the
females in sight, forcing them to service me!
The possibilities were endless.
So, what was I going to do?
I heard Jack mumble "Good bye" to me, and I realized that
I was at home. I looked around, shaken from my reverie, and
saw Jack walking away.
At the house, my Mom's car was in the driveway.
Seeing her car made me think about my mother. I had
always had fantasies about her. But, in another way, the
idea that I could actually explore those fantasies for real
somehow turned me off. There was just too much other pussy
in the world for me to consider my mother... or even Merry,
for that matter!
I walked into the house, and smelled my mother's cooking.
Merry wasn't anywhere to be found, which made me feel a bit
better. I still felt a little guilty about taking advantage
of her the previous night.
I went into my room, and opened my duffel bag and
examined the roll of tickets. The tickets looked quite
normal, having a number written on the sides, and the word
"LUCKY TICKET" on the front. I looked at the back of the
ticket, maybe seeing if there was a company name or something
printed on it, but it was blank. There was no indication of
where the tickets came from whatsoever.
The roll was large, about half a foot in diameter. I
couldn't see what the final number was, since the center was
a cardboard tube that I couldn't dislodge. I thought about
unwrapping the roll to find out how many tickets were on it,
but decided that it really wasn't worth the effort at the
current time. There were hundreds, if not thousands of
tickets on that roll probably.
So, what was I going to do with these tickets?
Well, I kind of liked the direction that I had taken so
far. I got to see three girls naked. Two of those girls
gave me blow jobs and I was able to cop feels from all of
them.
Obviously, the next step would be for me to (finally!)
lose my virginity. But to whom?
Thinking about Merry and my mother made me decide once
and for all that they were off limits--at least for the time
being. There were just too many other people in the world
that would be better suited for that.
Patrice was a good subject. I could still remember all
the disparaging things she said to me over the years. I
could really enjoy having her give me her virginity.
But I also remembered how I felt when I was with her. I
could have easily had her fuck me back at Jack's house
earlier that day, but I didn't. Patrice had told me she was
"saving herself" for the right person. I wasn't that right
person, so if I forced her, it would be rape, whether or not
she seemed willing at the time. I'd know it was rape,
whether or not anybody could actually arrest me for it. I
did have my standards.
However, if I used that same logic, then there probably
wouldn't be any girl in the world that I'd be able to say
would actually WANT to fuck me. My morals would make me a
virgin forever.
So, how would I lose my virginity?
* * *
After an uneventful dinner, I asked my mom if I could
walk to the mall. She looked at my step-father, who simply
shrugged.
"Sure, Jack," my mother answered. "Be home by ten."
"No problem," I said.
I idly thought about inviting Jack, but he had seemed
pretty moody on his way home after the park. I decided not
to bother him.
The mall was a ten minute walk. I had my trusty roll of
lucky tickets in a small brown bag. I didn't know what I was
going to do with them, but I wanted to be prepared for
anything.
I instinctively headed for the record store when I got to
the mall. I debated whether or not I should use a ticket to
convince the cashier to let me have a few albums for free,
but the store was crowded enough that it would have been
difficult to accomplish without being overheard. The last
thing I wanted to do was draw attention to myself or my
precious tickets.
I actually saw a few albums that I would have liked to
purchase, but I didn't have the money, and even if I did, I
didn't really want to be lugging them all around the mall. I
had a few hours to kill before I had to head on home.
My ears pricked at the sound of feminine giggles. I
looked toward the sound, and saw three high school females
looking at a couple of singles. One of the girls was
Camille, a cheerleader that was in eleventh or twelfth grade,
who was a couple of years older than me.
Camille had long, straight, blonde hair which went down
to the middle of her back. I thought, at the time, that she
looked like Marcia Brady from the television show, except her
face seemed a bit rounder.
I looked at Camille, trying to imagine what it would be
like if she were to go out with me. Of course, the
difference in our ages meant that she probably wouldn't even
give me the time of day, right?
Ahh, but I had my trusty roll of lucky tickets!
I looked around the store, which was still quite crowded.
I couldn't approach Camille without rousing a lot of
attention.
I decided to bide my time.
I walked around the store, looking at albums, and finally
left the store, and found an empty bench across the hallway
in the mall. I sat down, waiting for Camille to leave the
store.
The three girls looked around quite a lot in the 45
singles section. I could see them talking, but was far
enough away from them not to be able to hear their
conversation.
After about fifteen minutes, the girls left the record
store. I watched them walk, still talking among themselves.
They entered a lingerie shop.
I felt my heart drop. I know how much girls like to
spend time in clothing stores, but to most teenage boys, a
lingerie shop was considered off-limits.
I decided to at least find another bench closer to where
the girls were, and luckily, there was one opposite the store
that was empty.
As I approached the bench, I glanced inside the lingerie
shop. The three girls were in there, of course. There was
also an older woman at the cashier stand. Aside from that,
the store was empty.
Since the store was mostly empty, I realized that this
could be my golden opportunity. But how would I get in? I
just knew that the old lady would look at me suspiciously if
I so much as set a foot inside.
An idea hit me, and I smiled to myself.
I strode purposely into the shop, and went straight to
the cashier, making sure that I didn't pay attention to the
bras and other items of intimate feminine clothing out in
plain sight.
"Excuse me, miss," I asked the lady.
As expected, her forehead crinkled as she looked at me
disapprovingly.
I didn't give her a chance to object. "Here," I said,
producing a ticket. "Have a ticket."
"You have one wish," the lady intoned.
I quickly looked around the store, but the three girls
seemed not to have noticed my presence. So far, so good.
"You will totally ignore my presence in this store, or
anything that happens, until such time as I leave, and will
completely forget that I was even here," I instructed the
cashier.
"Your wish is my command," she said in a monotone.
Groovy!
I eyed the three girls, looking like a starving man that
had just been invited to a feast.
The girls were absorbed in whatever they were looking at,
and didn't notice me until I was just about upon them.
They looked at me, wondering what a young teenage boy was
doing in a lingerie shop.
Before they had a chance to say anything, I produced my
roll of tickets and handed one to each of them. They each
told me that I had one wish.
"The three of you are madly in love with me. You think
that I am the sexiest person on the face of the earth, and
you'll do anything to please me. You will also obey anything
I tell you to do until midnight."
"Your wish is my command," the three of them said at once.
I smiled.
Once again, the three girls looked at me, but now their
confused looks changed into looks of desire. I was very
pleased by their change in attitude.
"Do I know you?" asked one of the girls with Camille.
"I'm Patty, by the way."
"Hello, Patty," I said.
"I'm Camille," said Camille, not wishing to be ignored.
"I'm Wendy," said the third girl.
I looked at the items that the three girls were looking
at before I arrived. "Purchasing bras?" I asked.
The three girls turned beet red, and then nodded.
"Hmmm," I said, giving them a leer that was worthy of
Groucho Marx. The girls reddened even more.
I shrugged, and then turned to leave. I was curious as
to what they would do, given their orders.
"Wait," called out Camille behind me.
I stopped and turned. "Yes?"
"Where are you going?"
"Home, I guess," I lied. "I thought I saw somebody I
knew in here, but I think I was mistaken." Once again, I
turned to leave.
"Wait!" came the third girl's voice. "I think I know
you! I'm Wendy. You go to the high school?"
I smiled. "Nope. Junior high." Yet again, I turned.
I wondered what the girls would do. They were madly in
love with me, and wanted me to stay, but if I did, their
friends would know that they were hanging around with a
younger kid from the junior high.
"I know you," said Camille, softly. "You're Jim, and you
have a sister named Meredith. Right?"
Step-sister, but I let that slide. People whose parents
hadn't remarried didn't always know the difference. I was
impressed, though. Camille did seem to know who I was. I
simply nodded.
"I used to baby sit you when you were younger. Your
mother was married to somebody else, though."
Camille had baby sat me? I tried to search my mind, but
had no recollection of that.
"Maybe," I said.
"I have an older sister named Debbie, and I would
occasionally sit with her," Camille offered by way of
explanation.
"Oh," I said. I remembered Debbie vaguely. I knew
Camille by sight, but had forgotten about her older sister,
Debbie. "I think I remember that! Nice to see you again!"
I shrugged and turned to leave.
"I know where you live," Camille called after me. "Would
you like a ride home?"
Camille's two friends were looking daggers at her. She
didn't know it, but they were also madly in love with me, and
were just a bit miffed at Camille having some sort of inside
track with me.
"You have a car?" I asked.
"Wendy does," Camille admitted. Wendy brightened up at
this, finding herself rising in stature more.
"You mind taking me for a ride, Wendy?" I asked.
Wendy flashed me a sexy smile. "Shouldn't be a problem."
"You don't mind driving a kid from the junior high?" I
teased.
"Of course, I don't," Wendy lied.
"Fine. You buyin' anything here?" I asked.
The girls blushed again, and shook their heads. Patty
answered, "We were really just lookin'."
I gave the three girls another Groucho-type leer and
flicked an imaginary cigar. "So was I," I joked, making a
pointed effort to stare at each of their chests.
The girls responded with nervous laughter.
We walked out into the mall. As I left, I noticed the
cashier shaking her head, as if coming out of a trance.
When I had first entered the lingerie shop, I had an idea
that I would have the girls model all the panties and bras.
It occurred to me that this might draw some unwanted
attention from other customers that might walk in. I didn't
really like to live dangerously.
Instead, I found myself just wanting to get out of the
store; I wanted to spend time with at least one of the girls
with more privacy. Camille's offer to drive me seemed a good
idea.
I noticed that the three girls jostled to get closest to
me. It was quite funny to me, the girls were rubbing their
breasts on my body, trying to get my attention.
We were out in the parking lot, and Wendy found her car.
It was a Datsun, I believe--probably a 240-Z, although it
could have been a 280-Z. I do remember that it didn't have
much room in the back.
Wendy opened the car, and Camille hopped behind the
driver's side into the back seat. I think she had hoped that
I would be the other back seat passenger, giving her a chance
to put some moves on me.
Wendy squinted her eyes when she saw Camille's obvious
plan. Patty, on the other hand, was in a quandary. If she
went to the back, nobody would have a chance at me. If I
want into the back, she'd be giving me to Camille.
Patty smiled sweetly at me, and quickly moved into the
back seat, giving me the front seat. I never caught
Camille's reaction to this, but I doubt that she was pleased.
Wendy started the car up, and turned down the radio, the
volume seemed to have been way up from before. "So, where
are we taking you?" Wendy asked.
I was about to give her my address when Patty asked,
"What time do you need to be home?"
"Ten," I admitted.
Patty said, "You know... we've got a couple of hours."
"For what?" I asked, feigning innocence.
I saw Wendy smile at this; it was too dark for me to get
the other girls' reaction.
"So, what do you want to do?" I asked.
"Lake Shore Point?" suggested Patty.
Lake Shore Point was a local parking and make-out place.
I smiled inwardly. I had never been there before, although I
heard rumors about keggers and other wild things going on
there.
"Kneely Park might be better," Camille said, softly.
Wendy nodded vigorously.
"Groovy idea," Patty agreed. "Kneely it is! Hit it,
Wendy!"
Wendy shifted into first and hit the accelerator.
I had never seen anybody drive a stick before, and I
found myself intrigued as Wendy very competently shifted her
car. It also gave me a nice view of her legs as they moved
against the various pedals.
I'd been to Kneely Park, but had thought the place closed
at dusk. I noticed that Wendy drove past the main entrance
to the park, which was indeed closed for the evening.
"The park is closed," I said.
Wendy smiled and continued driving.
Patty explained, "The main entrance is closed. Only open
from sunrise to sunset."
"So, how do we get in?" I asked.
"Back way," Wendy said, and turned into what appeared to
be a driveway.
The "driveway" was only paved for about twenty feet
before it turned into a dirt road, which became a path
through the forest that was just wide enough for the Datsun
to navigate. After about a quarter of a mile, I saw a
barrier preventing us from going any further. Wendy drove up
to the barrier and hopped out of the car.
Wendy quickly pulled the gate open, and hopped back into
her car and drove through, and then hopped out and pushed the
gate shut again.
I could tell by Wendy's actions that this wasn't the
first time she had done this.
When Wendy got back in the car, she saw the puzzled look
on my face. "We used to go here for girl scouts," she
offered as an explanation. "We sometimes use it as a place
to be... you know... private."
In the dark, I could just make out Wendy's blush as she
said that.
In another quarter mile, there was a clearing. Wendy
pulled into the clearing and parked.
Wendy got out of the car, and Patty behind me told me to
get out as well. I did, and we were all out of the car.
Wendy had the back hatch open and pulled out a blanket
and spread it on the ground.
The other two girls led me to the blanket, and we sat in
a bit of a diamond.
"What do we do now?" I asked.
The girls looked at one another. It was dark, and there
was pale moonlight from a half moon. It was a bit chilly
outside.
"Spin the bottle?" I suggested.
The girls seemed to think that this was a good idea, and
Patty offered to look for a discarded bottle in the forest.
"Wait," I said before Patty could get up.
"What?" Patty asked.
"Since I'm the only boy, maybe I should just call out a
girl's name, and that girl kisses me."
The girls looked at one another again, and then shrugged.
Patty smiled and said, "Sure."
"Cool. And I get a piece of clothing from everybody I
kiss."
Quick looks went around, and after a couple of seconds
and some nervous giggles, the three girls agreed.
This was the moment that I had been waiting for. I
called out, "Camille!"
The other two girls looked saddened that they weren't
picked, so I explained, "This first round, I'm going in
alphabetical order."
This seemed to cheer the girls up a bit, as each realized
that they would all get a turn.
Camille crawled to me, and puckered her lips. Her face
was in shadow, but I could tell that her eyes were shut. I
grinned and reached toward her chest and started to unbutton
her blouse.
"What are you doing?" Camille asked, her eyes opening.
"I told you, I get a piece of clothing from everybody I
kiss. I want your shirt!"
Camille didn't answer me, but she also didn't stop me
from continuing. I heard her breath catch as my hands gently
brushed against her breasts.
I had to pull the blouse out of her jeans, but I finally
got the garment off.
I moved toward Camille and kissed her. I didn't want the
first kiss to be too intimate, so I avoided Frenching her,
even though I could feel her tongue touching my lips.
After a minute, I broke off the kiss. "Patty, you're
next!"
Patty already had her blouse over her head, eager for me
to start kissing immediately. I saw that Wendy had done the
same.
I approached Patty and put my arms around her, pulling
her body close to mine. Instead of kissing her, though, I
started to release the catch on her bra.
"What--" Patty said.
"I told you, I get a piece of clothing from everybody I
kiss!"
"But I already took off my shirt!" Patty complained.
"But I didn't take it off. You did. And a new rule:
Once an item of clothing is off, it stays off until we leave
here."
Patty looked at her friends. Camille had a smirk on her
face, and Wendy had a weird look on her face as she realized
that she was going to be the second to go topless, since her
blouse was also off.
Finally, Patty nodded, and the catch snapped free. I
pulled the bra off her, revealing two smallish round breasts,
just a little bit bigger than Merry's, actually.
"Ready for your kiss?" I asked Patty.
Patty nodded, pursed her lips, and closed her eyes.
I approached Patty, but aimed low. I caught her right
nipple with my tongue, and slowly sucked the breast into my
mouth.
Patty hadn't expected this, but moaned softly as I sucked
at her breast, her hand behind my head, rubbing my hair
lovingly.
After a minute, I pulled away. Patty tried to keep me on
her breast, but didn't fight me as I successfully pulled away.
When I looked at Wendy, I was shocked. She had removed
all of her clothing, except for her panties. She was smiling
at me.
"My, my," I said. "An eager beaver, huh?"
This drew a quick laugh from Camille. I didn't know at
that time that "beaver" had another context with regard to a
female's anatomy. Patty gave a nervous giggle as well.
I shrugged, still not getting the joke, and approached
Wendy, who let me pull her panties down without any
hesitation. She grabbed the panties, and moved her weight
off her knees so she could remove them for me.
Of the three girls, Wendy had the biggest breasts. They
were completely unlike any of the breasts I had seen
recently, as they were almost completely conical. In the dim
light, I couldn't see any difference in color to indicate any
aureole or nipple. I also noticed that, compared to any of
the breasts that I had seen over the last few days, only
Wendy's showed any bit of sag, probably due to their size.
In addition to her large breasts, Wendy also had a thin
strip of light brown hair between her legs. This didn't
match the color of her hair on her head, surprisingly.
Like Patty, I kissed Wendy on her breast. About a minute
later, I pulled away.
"Enough for round one," I said.
I looked at the three girls in the pale moonlight.
Camille was in her bra, and Patty was completely topless.
Wendy, on the other hand, was completely nude.
"So," I asked the three girls. "Who wants to be my
girlfriend?"
All three girls answered in unison. "Me! Me!"
"OK. Let's see who wants it the most!" I indicated to
Camille, who had the most clothes on, "Get over here, and let
me undress you."
Camille approached me, and I saw that she had a hungry
look in her eyes. She turned around, and gave me access to
the back of her bra, where the catch was. From my vantage
point, I had no difficulty removing it.
Next to go was Camille's jeans. This required that I
spin her around to get the buttons on the front. The buttons
weren't easy to undo, since the jeans were tight, and it took
me a couple of minutes to complete the task. As I pulled her
jeans down, I grabbed the top of her panties and took
everything down at once.
Camille dutifully stepped out of her pants as I got the
material bunched at her ankles, and she used one foot to
remove her sneaker to get the pant legs off her feet.
Camille had a thick mane of hair on her pussy. And I
could get a whiff of feminine arousal as my face was pretty
close to her.
Camille sat down, and put her legs out for me to remove
her socks. In doing so, her legs were parted, giving me a
different and sexy view of her charms between her legs.
I smiled as I removed Camille's socks. She seemed quite
ticklish as I pulled them over her feet.
Next, I indicated to Patty that she was next.
Camille was still sitting with her legs partially spread,
so I moved myself to point where Patty was.
I noticed that Patty's breasts showed little goosebumps,
which was either from embarrassment at being partially naked
in front of a younger boy, or the cool night air on her
exposed skin. Whichever the reason, I found myself
fascinated by the sight.
Patty was wearing a wrap-around skirt. I couldn't make
out exactly how it parted. Patty noticed this, and moved her
hands down to show me exactly how the wrap worked. Once I
saw the technique, I loosened it quite easily, and it puddled
around her ankles on the blanket.
Patty stepped out of her skirt. I saw that she still had
on a pair of shoes and socks, and, of course, her panties.
Patty's panties were cute. They were made of soft cotton
and had a bit of a light blue polka-dot pattern which I later
discovered were actually little snowflakes (weird for that
time of year, actually).
I reached below to take off Patty's shoes, which were
slip-ons and easily came off. She wasn't wearing any socks.
I then reached up and started moving Patty's panties
down. Her crotch looked very different than the two other
girls'. At first, I thought it was bare, and I recalled my
memories of Merry's hairless pussy. But... there was
something different. There was a tiny line of auburn hair
that I could just make out in the moonlight.
Of course, Patty was a red-head, and it was natural that
her crotch would have the same fine hair that she had on her
head. It was just weird that Patty and Wendy would have
almost identical tiny lines of cunt hair.
I made a mental note to spend more time with Patty's
pussy later, and continued pulling her panties down until she
was able to step out of them.
I now had three totally nude girls in front of me.
So... what was a guy like me to do?
Actually, I was in a quandary. I had enjoyed receiving
blow jobs from Patrice and Marla, and I figured that another
one would be nice to have.
But there were three girls... which one would I pick for
first honors?
I thought about this, looking from Camille to Wendy to
Patty. I told Wendy and Patty to sit down on the blanket,
and once they sat down, I was still undecided what to do.
"Why don't you sit cross-legged, Indian style?" I asked
them.
The three girls shifted to the desired position, a move
that displayed all three of their pussies in a much nicer
way, to my way of thinking.
I was still undecided about who would be the first to
blow me. If I kept on going in alphabetical order, Wendy
would perpetually be the last to be picked. And I was still
quite interested in seeing Patty's light cinnamon colored
pubes up close and personal.
What to do?
I thought back to my experience with Jack's sister
Patrice a couple of days past. I had utterly cowed the older
girl and had forced her to give me my first blow job. I felt
a few pangs of remorse for taking advantage of her, but her
superior attitude and general snottiness toward me and all of
Jack's friends had pissed me off quite a bit.
I didn't have the same feelings about these three girls.
I had picked them up at random from seeing them in a record
store, and I had taken control of them as soon as I could.
The three of them were now sitting quietly in their birthday
suits, waiting to find out what I wanted them to do next.
It occurred to me that I knew next to nothing about most
of the girls that I had given tickets to!
With the exception of Merry, who I lived with for a
couple of years, and Patrice, who I knew as my best friend's
older and nasty sister, I never really got to know any girls,
including Marla, who had given me oral sex earlier that day.
Once again, I felt a bit of remorse about how I had conducted
myself.
I will be the first to admit that I had enjoyed my
experimentation with Merry, as well as the blow jobs that I
had recently received, but something about my conversation
with Patrice made me think twice about forcing my intentions
on people. Like, for instance, Patrice telling me that about
her first "partner" Donny, who didn't kiss her after she had
performed for him. She had said it had made her feel like a
cheap whore.
And I had suddenly realized that I hadn't kissed Marla
after she had sucked me!
Now, here I was with three totally naked high school
girls displayed for my pleasure, and I was thinking about how
another girl that I hardly knew... and how I must have made
her feel like a cheap whore, just like Donny had done to
Patrice!
I made up my mind on the spot that I would conduct myself
in a more gentlemanly manner. Of course, having three girls
totally under my control at the moment didn't seem to enter
into my thinking right then, but at least, I was determined
to know a bit more about the girls that I was with.
I also knew that I didn't have much time. If I got home
late, a "Lucky Ticket" could smooth my way past my parents,
but the truth was that they would still both be worried until
I got home, since the mall closes around 9:30. I mentally
kicked myself for not having the foresight to prevent this; I
never wanted my mother nor my step-father to worry about me.
So, I knew that I would have to act quickly. But I still
wanted to know about the girls that I was with.
"Do any of you have boyfriends?" I asked.
"I was dating Chuck until tonight," Camille said.
"What happened tonight?" I asked, intrigued.
Camille gave me a look that indicated that I should know
the answer. "Well... I met you..."
Oh, yes. The girls are madly in love with me now. I
decided to rephrase the question. "OK. Besides Chuck, has
anybody been seeing anybody on a regular basis?"
Wendy shook her head no. Patty nodded.
This line of questioning wasn't helping me learn about my
new friends. "Are any of you virgins?"
All three girls shook their heads no. They looked at
each other.
Hmmm. My first time with experienced girls. Maybe I was
going to get beyond oral sex tonight!
"Are any of you on the pill?" I asked.
Again, I received three affirmatives.
I was amazed. I had known that grownups were on "the
pill" in order to avoid unwanted pregnancies. But I had no
idea that doctors would prescribe them to girls in high
school! I had actually asked the question in order to have a
reason in my mind to avoid going "all the way."
I realized that there was dead silence as I thought
things through, and time was wasting. What was more amazing
was that my dick was starting to get soft, even in the sight
of three naked girls, all of whom were on the pill, and who
were madly in love with me, sitting in front of me, waiting.
I knew that if I were to fuck one or all of these girls,
I would not be taking away their virginity. But something,
probably an idea I had gotten from Patrice, made me want to
consider my own virginity. If I was going to lose it, I
decided right then and there that it would be special for me
as well, and not just with some random person that I met on
the street or in a mall.
But there was still the main fact that these three girls
were here, and they were all ready and willing! What was a
poor boy like me to do?
Of the three girls I had been with up to now, I had the
best oral sex with Marla. But I felt closer to Patrice,
mostly because she had talked with me about her sexual
experiences, and I had known her for so long. She was a
bitch, but at least she was somebody that I actually knew,
unlike these three girls. I think it was this feeling of
closeness to Patrice and my understanding of her feelings and
my subsequent realization about rape that was giving me the
problems that I was now facing.
I knew that I would never be Patrice's first sexual
partner, since I wasn't the "right person" that she was
saving herself for. But, I decided, that may not be true
about one or more of the girls that I was with.
But I would not know for sure until I got to know these
girls a bit more. And with less than a couple of hours
available, I realized that I probably wouldn't be fucking any
of them tonight.
So, what was I to do? Have them all get dressed and take
me home?
Do you think I'm a complete moron? Of course, I had no
such intentions!
I finally said, "OK, girls. Here's the agenda for
tonight: We are all very close friends. We have no secrets
from one another. We will not get embarrassed in front of
each other. We are all best friends. Isn't that right?"
The three girls answered in chorus: "Yeah, of course!"
I smiled. "So, do you guys think it's fair that I am
completely dressed and you guys are all buck naked, or do you
think that you should undress me as well?"
All three girls looked at each other, and then leered at
me. Wendy got up first and ran behind me, grabbing my arms.
Patty jumped forward from her position, and grabbed my
T-shirt. Camille, not to be outdone, started on the buttons
on my jeans.
We all had a fun time as the girls, who surprised me with
their strength, managed to efficiently strip me as naked as
they were.
I could feel Wendy's large mammaries against my back, and
I turned my head to the right and found her face close to my
right shoulder. I kissed her, and her grip on my arms
loosened, although they did not release me completely.
Patty had thrown my T-shirt somewhere and was now kissing
my left cheek. Camille had my newly exposed dick in her hand
and was massaging it softly and lightly.
I finally broke my kiss with Wendy and told the girls
that we were all to sit in a circle (well, more like a
diamond, as I described it before). They all obeyed and
moved into position. I had them all sit cross-legged once
again, because I loved the view.
Now that the four of us were naked, I decided it was time
to get to know these three girls.
"Wendy," I said, "do you masturbate?"
Wendy looked a bit astonished that I would ask such a
personal question, but she recovered quickly, most likely due
to my order that none of the girls would get embarrassed in
front of each other. "Yes," she said, just a bit shyly.
I smiled, and the other two girls giggled nervously,
probably at the prospect that I would probably ask them the
same question. I asked them, "Patty? Camille? Did you know
this about your friend?"
Camille shrugged and answered first. "Probably we all do
it, you know? It's not a shock to me."
Patty simply nodded in agreement.
I turned back to Wendy. "Do you, like, think of
something special when you do it?"
Wendy nodded her head, and added "You mean, like
fantasies?"
"Uh huh," I answered, my dick standing erect due to the
sexual nature of the talk we were having.
Wendy continued nodding. "I have a few fantasies that I
like to think about when I'm... when I'm... playing with
myself." She looked nervously at the three of us.
I nodded to her. I idly wondered what a girl would
fantasize about. All my fantasies were based on my mental
ideas about how of my teachers would look like naked or, more
commonly, nearly naked. As I had said before, I had never
really gotten up the nerve to actually read Playboy or
Penthouse, so up until my little private show with Merry just
last night, I had very little idea of what a female looked
like, naked. I had, though, seen occasionally glimpses of
pictures of women in their undergarments, like in lingerie
advertisements.
"So," I asked Wendy, truly interested in the direction
the conversation was going. "What kind of fantasies?"
Wendy blushed slightly more. "Sometimes I imagine that I
am with my boyfriend. Other times, I think about guys in the
movies and on T.V. That sort of thing?"
"Yeah," I said, wondering what she really fantasized
about.
Camille picked up the subject. "Which actors on T.V.
Wendy? I like that guy on the Rookies. What's his name.
The guy that plays Officer Danko?"
Patty said, "Sam something..."
Camille, "Yeah. That guy!"
Wendy said, "I was thinking about Steve McQueen..."
Patty said, "Ooh, yeah. I like him!"
I interrupted. "Wendy, you play with yourself while you
think of Steve McQueen?"
Wendy nodded. "Him. And James Dean from that Rebel
Without a Cause movie, too."
Camille shook her head, "No fair! James Dean is dead!"
Wendy shrugged. "So what? I can still think about him,
can't I?"
Camille answered, "But it will never happen!"
Wendy stuck out her tongue at her friend. "Like you have
a chance with Officer Danko?"
I decided to veer the discussion back on course. I
turned to Wendy and said, "Why don't you show us how you do
it, and tell us what you think about when you do it?"
Wendy turned from Camille and looked at me, a bit
shocked. "You mean, you want me to play with myself... here?"
Wendy's voice sounded as if she had understood wrong, not
as if she were embarrassed.
"Sure," I answered. "I'd like to know what goes through
your mind when you... you know... do it."
Wendy looked at me and her two friends, and asked, "Why
me? Why not Camille and Officer Danko?"
Camille said, "Oh, you big baby. You're just afraid to
show us." She turned to me. "You want me to show you my
fantasy?"
Wendy took that as a challenge. "No. Jim asked me!"
"Now, now," I said to Camille. "Everybody will get a
turn!"
Wendy gave Camille a superior smirk, and then looked
around herself to find a comfortable position on the blanket.
She scooted her butt more toward me and then lay her head
down with her knees raised.
Camille and Patty moved closer to me in order to get a
better look; Patty was actually touching me. I could feel
the warmth of her thighs as they touched my own.
Wendy started relating her fantasy. "Well, James Dean is
visiting our town to promote his new movie."
This caused Camille to snort, but Wendy continued,
pointedly ignoring her friend.
"A whole bunch of us girls are mobbing around him,
looking for autographs."
Wendy's fingers had appeared from over her nearly
hairless blonde crotch, and her index and ring fingers
started to spread her lips apart.
"Anyway," Wendy continued. "I'm in the front of the
crowd, and he notices me."
Wendy's middle finger now appeared and started to lightly
stroke the folds of skin between her two cunt lips.
"James Dean and I lock eyes together, and something
electric passes between us."
I could now see moisture start to build inside Wendy's
lips. Her middle finger was still slowly and languorously
rubbing between her spread lips.
"The next thing I know, we're both alone. I don't know
where all the other girls went, but we're alone, in this huge
bedroom with a giant four-poster bed."
Wendy's middle finger was now curving slightly downward,
going in and out of her hole. Her knees had moved wider
apart.
"I'm dressed in this white chiffon gown," Wendy
continued, her words coming a bit slower now. Her eyes were
closed. "I have nothing on underneath the gown, and through
the translucent fabric, I'm sure he is able to see my body.
He's looking at me with these great big brown puppy-dog eyes."
Wendy's finger had moved upward, and I could see the nub
of flesh that Patrice had called her "clittie" sticking out a
bit. Wendy's finger moved around it, not touching it
directly.
"'You're beautiful, do you know that?' he tells me,"
Wendy said with a sigh. "And I throw my arms around him and
we hug together, and I can feel my breasts start to press
into his strong body."
With the mention of her breasts, I noticed that Wendy's
other hand was rubbing her left breast, her fingers tracing
circles around her nipple, which looked dark and swollen.
Wendy sighed, and continued. "James' face lowers down to
meet mine, and we kiss. I can feel his tongue, very
insistent, pressing into mine, and I suck it in."
Wendy's middle finger had returned to her hole once more,
pushing in and out, faster than before.
"He picks me up, and carries me to bed. And as he gently
puts me down on the mattress, he kisses my breasts--somehow,
my gown has disappeared, as well as James Dean's. He is
naked, and standing over me, his strong muscles bulging on
his shoulders and chest. From my position on the bed, I
cannot see his pen-... his... manhood..., since he is bent
over me on the high bed."
Wendy's breath started to catch, as her index finger made
its way back upward, this time actually touching her clittie.
Her finger spent a few seconds rubbing a tiny circle around
her hot button.
I felt movement from Patty's thigh, which was still
touching mine. I saw that Patty was rubbing herself between
her legs, in much the same way as Wendy was, apparently
turned on by her friend's fantasy.
I looked at Camille, who was idly playing with her
breasts and staring at Wendy's masturbation.
Wendy's index finger moved toward her clittie, and that
finger and her middle finger moved so that her clittie was
caught between them. She moved the two fingers together,
squeezing her clittie.
"James Dean moves over me..." Wendy continued, her voice
almost breathless, and dimming to a whisper. Her fingers had
picked up their pace, and her ass was now squirming as her
fingers continued to tantalize her sensitive spot. "He...
he... moves my legs apart..."
I felt a hand on my own, and realized that I was slowly
rubbing myself to Wendy's story. Camille's hand moved over
mine, and touched my shaft lightly. She started a very light
jacking motion once again, which, I had to admit, felt as
wonderful as any blow job I had received up until then. It
was like my balls were ready to explode.
I continued staring at Wendy's frantic movements of her
fingers and her ass, her breathing becoming erratic, her
story long forgotten. "Oooh..." she cooed, feeling her
passion well up within her.
Camille's hands were now alone on my cock, and their
movements quickened as she continued her feathery light touch.
"Aaah..." moaned Wendy, her orgasm starting.
I saw the rapturous joy on Wendy's face, and Camille's
fingers started moving even faster, her light touch rubbing
rather than stroking my dick. The lightness of her touch
thrilled me, and I found myself spurting with a power that I
never suspected that I had... my semen shot up in the air in
an arc that reached Wendy's writhing body. Then another
spurt, and another, the last only making it as far as my
thighs.
Camille's hands were a gooey mess, and yet she continued
her light and fast rubbing. I felt my balls spurt some more,
but there was no more semen coming.
Wendy's orgasm was fading, and I saw that she had
blotches of my semen just below her belly button and on her
thumb, and also matting her sparse blonde cunt hairs.
Wendy's thumb started rubbing my semen into her mound,
finding the pool near her belly button.
I heard a noise at my other side, and saw that Patty had
achieved what seemed to be a minor orgasm as well.
Camille's jacking motion slowed down, and I felt my
fluids slimy on my shaft as her light motions had the effect
of rubbing my semen into my skin. Finally, her hand left my
shaft completely.
I stared at Wendy, whose eyes were closed and who
appeared to be asleep. Her fingers were still on her crotch,
but were no longer moving.
After about five minutes, Patty finally spoke. "Wow!
That was intense!"
There was general murmurs of agreement from the other two
girls (Wendy apparently had just been resting and hadn't
really been asleep).
I considered this display the most erotic that I had seen
yet in my newly budding sex life. Three girls and myself,
and most of us achieving orgasm thanks to a fantasy from
Wendy!
I looked down and saw that my lap was a mess. "Ugh!" I
said.
The three girls followed my gaze, and Camille asked,
"Sorry if I made a mess, Jim. Want me to clean it up?"
Patty added, "I think there are Kleenex in the car."
Camille smiled at her friend, "Oh. I can think of a
better way to clean him off..."
Patty looked curious, and then Camille bent down and
placed a quick kiss on the tip of my dick.
"Oh!" Patty exclaimed. "Do you actually... you know...
do that?"
"What?" asked Camille. "Give head? Of course!"
Patty crinkled her nose. It was apparent that she had
never even suspected that her friend had performed oral sex.
"Oh," she said, thinking to herself.
"Patty?" I asked. "You've never given a guy a blow job?"
Patty shook her head in response.
Camille said, "Sometimes, it's easier to just blow a guy
than to go all the way. You can even do it in a car."
Patty shrugged, apparently unconvinced. She turned to
her other friend. "Wendy, did you ever...? You know..."
Wendy had already gotten up from her reclining position,
and was once again sitting Indian style on the blanket. "Of
course. Cammie is right. It's easier. And, you don't have
to get undressed."
Patty looked from Wendy to Camille. "Oh. I always
thought..." Her voice trailed off.
Camille smiled, almost laughing. "Thought it's
disgusting?"
Patty nodded, shyly.
"Come here," Camille ordered, pointing to my dick. "Give
it a taste. It's not that bad."
Patty asked, "You mean... lick off his sperm?" She made
a bit of a face.
I felt a bit disconcerted about Patty's apparent dislike
of my fluids. I mean, she hadn't even tried doing it.
Neither Patrice nor Marla seemed to have any aversion to
taking my fluids in their mouths.
"Of course, silly," chided Camille. "Come here, now!"
Patty stayed where she was.
I said, softly, "Come on, Patty. Give it a try."
It sounded like a mild suggestion, but all three girls
were still under orders to obey me until midnight, so in
reality, my suggestion had the effect of an order.
Patty seemed reluctant as she bent over in compliance.
Camille seemed a tiny bit surprised that Patty had
changed her mind so quickly, but recovered and gave her
advice. "Come now. Just take a gentle lick from the
shaft... That's right... See? What do you think?"
Patty didn't really take a big lick. "It's all right...
I guess..."
I added, "It's not really disgusting, is it?"
Patty's expression immediately changed. "No. It's not
disgusting."
I realized that my statement could have been taken as an
order by Patty. I sighed and said, "So... why not finish the
job?"
Patty had a very close-up view of my penis now. Her
tongue reached out and started licking along my shaft. With
each lick, she seemed to get a bit bolder, and soon worked
her way up to the top of my cock.
Emboldened, Patty took the head of my cock into her
mouth, and I could feel a bit of a sucking sensation. This
wasn't the greatest blow job, but I was once again soft, and
Patty was soon able to swallow just about all of my dick into
her mouth.
"That's it, Patty," said Wendy, smiling as her friend
started sucking on her first dick.
I turned to Camille, who, with me, had goaded Patty into
sucking me. "It looks like your fingers are a bit of a mess,
too. Why not clean yourself off?"
Camille looked at me in surprise, and then looked at her
hand. She smiled at me, and then, one by one, started
sucking her fingers, which still had some of my semen drying
onto them.
As Camille and Patty were busy with their sucking, and
winked at Wendy, and mouthed the words "Thank you!" to her.
Wendy seemed a bit confused why I was thanking her, but
mouthed the words back to me.
I felt myself started to get harder with Patty's sucking
sensation on my member. I got a mischievous look in my eye
and winked at Wendy.
"Camille," I said softly, as she finished cleaning off
her fingers. "There's some of my stuff on Wendy's belly.
She looks a bit messy. Why not lick her clean as well?"
Camille looked at me sharply, but her face immediately
softened as my order hit her brain. She murmured to Wendy,
"Do you mind?
Wendy looked at me, and then at her friend.
I softly said, "Wendy doesn't mind," making it an order.
Wendy nodded and leaned back on her elbows to give her
friend access to her private parts.
Camille bent over and started licking Wendy's belly
button. Wendy squirmed a bit, as I imagine Camille's tongue
was pretty ticklish to her.
Watching Camille lick Wendy, along with Patty's efforts
on my shaft, had their obvious effect on me. My dick was
once again hard as Patty got into a good rhythm. She was now
only able to get a couple of inches of my now-hard shaft into
her mouth, but she had somehow figured the technique of
sucking and moving her lips up and down my shaft.
Camille was just about finished cleaning Wendy up when I
whispered to her, "Camille, make Wendy come."
Without missing a beat, Camille moved her face further
down Wendy's body, nestling between Wendy's legs.
Wendy stretched her legs as wide as she could to
accommodate Camille's head between them. Wendy's eyes
started to go wide as Camille's tongue reached its target.
I saw Wendy's legs start to press against Camille's ears
as Wendy's mouth made a small "O." This action was started
to get to Wendy, who had only recently achieved her own
orgasm and seemed primed for another one.
Patty continued her sucking action, and I felt the
sensations of my own orgasm starting in my balls. This
didn't feel as good as Camille's light jacking, but I wasn't
about to complain. An orgasm is an orgasm, and I couldn't
imagine what a "bad" one would be like.
Wendy's breaths were ragged and I realized from the
previous experience that she was about to explode herself.
"Ooh," cooed Wendy as her orgasm started. She tightened
her legs so much around Camille's head that I thought she
would suffocate her friend.
My thoughts of Camille disappeared as I felt my seed rush
up through my dick and into Patty's sucking mouth. I could
feel my semen filling her mouth, and feel it squishing as I
continued to pump my dick further and further toward Patty's
throat.
Suddenly, Patty coughed, and I saw a spray of my semen
shoot through her nose. Patty pulled her mouth off my penis,
continuing to suck, and my cock came out clean as a whistle.
Patty coughed a few more times, and finally swallowed the
spunk remaining in her mouth.
I noticed that Wendy was coming down from the orgasm that
Camille had delivered to her.
Camille was sitting up, looking at Patty with concern.
"You OK, Patty?"
Patty nodded her head. "Yeah. I just wasn't expecting
him to shoot like that...!" Patty smiled. "I think I
swallowed everything, though."
Not quite, I thought to myself. I looked at the three
girls. Camille had given me and Wendy both an orgasm. Patty
had given herself an orgasm when she masturbated to Wendy's
fantasy, and had also given me one with her blow job. Wendy
had only given herself an orgasm.
"Wendy," I said, softly.
Wendy opened her eyes. "Hmmm?"
I grinned wickedly at Patty and turned back to Wendy.
"Patty's face needs a bit of cleaning."
Patty twisted her lips, uncertain what I was talking
about.
"Ewww. What happened?" Wendy asked, moving toward Patty.
"I think it came out her nose when I shot off," I said.
"Now, THAT'S disgusting," Wendy said, but she said it
with a sparkle in her eye as she approached Patty.
Wendy licked the bit of semen from Patty's upper lip, and
the two girls, without any prodding from me, ended up kissing
one another for a few seconds before they parted.
I suddenly thought about the time. "Shit! I have to be
home at ten!"
Only Wendy was wearing a watch. "It's 10:15!"
"I need to get home!"
All four of us quickly grabbed our clothes and got
dressed. We ran to Wendy's car, and were ready to leave when
Camille remembered about the blanket. She ran out and
retrieved the blanket, shaking it as she ran back to the car.
Wendy drove off, and I ordered her to drive safely through
the woods and back into town.
I wanted a repeat performance from these girls, but I
wasn't sure if my order for them to obey me until midnight
would mean that I could give them an order to come for a
return engagement. I didn't want to take a chance on things
not working, so I decided to wait until Wendy stopped the car
to drop me off.
In the meantime, I thought about what I had seen tonight.
Wendy's masturbation had really turned me on, as did
Camille's light hand job. Patty was learning how to give
oral sex, and I also found that I harbored voyeuristic
tendencies while watching Camille and Wendy, and even Wendy
and Patty making out.
And... I was still technically a virgin! I would
definitely have to do something about that. Any or all of
those girls, not being virgins and being on the pill, would
make a great partner. But I realized that I had plenty of
tickets and plenty of time to reap all the rewards possible.
Wendy had brought me to the corner of the block that I
lived on, since I didn't want to have to explain to my mother
why three high school girls were driving me around. As Wendy
pulled over, I reached into my bag and pulled out three
tickets and handed them to each girl.
"You have one wish," the three girls intoned.
I told the three girls that they would meet me at the
mall when it opened at 10 AM two days from now. In the
meantime, they would practice girl-girl sex with each other
and be prepared to put on a show for me.
"Your wish is our command," they chanted.
* * *
My step-father was asleep in the recliner when I got home.
Mom was in the kitchen, and heard me get in. "You're
late," she said, scolding.
I went into the kitchen to take my medicine. I had the
bag containing the roll of tickets, but decided against using
them. I had earlier promised myself that I wouldn't use them
to take advantage of my mom, and even using them to get out
of a punishment was still taking advantage of her.
I made my voice sound very apologetic. "Sorry, mom. I
met a few friends at the mall, and we sort of just hung out
together." I realized that this wasn't untruthful at all.
My mom said, "Well, young man. When I say 'be home at
ten,' I mean it."
"Yes. I'm sorry," I said, sounding sincerely sorry.
Mom continued her lecture. "For all I know, you could
have been found in the woods, the victim of strangers."
It was all I could do to stifle a smirk. Technically, I
HAD been in the woods with strangers. I stood and listened,
though.
Mom's eyes finally softened. "C'mon, Jim. You're
usually a good boy. Don't let me catch you coming home late
again."
"OK," I said. And I wondered if I meant that I would
never come home late, or that I just wouldn't let her catch
me doing so.
It wasn't a good idea to dwell on this in the kitchen in
front of my mother, so I kissed her good-night and headed
upstairs to my bedroom.
And it wasn't until I was upstairs that I had realized
that I had already broken another promise that I had made to
myself: I hadn't kissed any of the girls after our adventure
in the woods together.
I went to bed, thoughts of walking naked through the
girls' locker room having been shoved aside. I was now
ruminating on the idea that I was as bad as Patrice's boy
friend Donny.
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