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For months I had been allowed to see my lovely, French, next door neighbor, Mrs. Jessup, or Carol, in her bathroom as she showered and then in her own room as she prepared herself for the day. She was about five feet four inches, with long, wavy brown hair. Typical French woman, with lovely, soft, tasty tits and luscious, well tanned legs with lots of curves.
I had turned seventeen a few months ago and was now a senior in high school. My girlfriend was sixteen and had entered the junior class months ago, too. Unlike me, who spent most of my time at home, enjoying what was offered by Carol next door, my girlfriend was athletic. She played volleyball and was a cheerleader for the basketball team. She was about 5 feet 6 inches, with lovely, golden hair. Her legs were long and muscular, in a cock hardening way. In fact, we often met at Carol’s house because my parents were ultra conservative, and thought I should not date until I became of age, or an adult. They were crazy about it, I think. But anyway I would meet Sarah at Carol’s house, because she was cool with it, and because I think she liked looking at Sarah. I was beginning to think that Carol was bisexual. We didn’t even have that term back then, but that was what she was, I suppose. Sarah liked Carol, who treated her like an adult. Her parents went to the same church as mine. She had the same problem I had. We had kept our dating secret.
The wonders I had seen through Carol's keyholes. My vision of a pussy was Carol when she was taking a shower. With all the luck in the world, that shower stall faced the bathroom door which had a keyhole. For some reason, Carol had always left the shower curtain open as she showered, and I had seen her beautiful, hairy, v-shaped pussy many times now. I was not just fixated on her cunt, I loved watching her massage her titties with soapy hands, seeing the nipples growing hard. She had finally caught me peeking at her and I had been allowed to fuck her, but that was many months ago, and we had fucked several times since. I hadn’t fucked my girlfriend though. I knew how, of course, after Carol’s great lessons.
We often went down to the river to escape from the desert heat, and Carol and Sarah had both started wearing something new called bikinis. They consisted of regular bra-sized upper pieces and pants about the shape of tennis shorts. This was long before thongs and little triangles barely covering what were very hard nipples. But, for the times, they were risqué, and often made me retreat to the river to cover a raging hard-on when we were enjoying the sandy riverside.
When my girlfriend came of age at sixteen, and growing and glowing with health, and a burgeoning sexuality, I started to take notice. I had not really noticed her before. She was a grade lower, you know. When Sarah got finished with her practices she would never bother showering at school because we were only five minutes away, and because she was shy around anyone except me and Carol when it came to her sweet, slowly maturing body. She had only started wearing a bra, with not a whole lot to be held up yet. But, I could see from our visits to the riverside and from the often intriguing glimpses, when I peeked at her in Carol’s shower, that she was sexy as hell. Perky breasts and long, athletic legs, with not an ounce of extraneous fat on her young body.
I would wait up for her to come home for her evening shower at Carol’s house. For some reason my parent’s thought Carol was a good influence. Being French, she was Catholic, and they thought she had the same ideas about young people. She didn’t, but she never let on. She loved the fact that I was was right there when she needed to be fucked.
Sarah would ask me to leave the bedroom while she changed to get into her shower. I always complied because I was a good boyfriend, and because I knew what was coming. After I heard the shower go on I would go into the hallway and peek in on her. Carol knew and she thought it was amusing.
For some reason they neither one bothered closing the shower curtain. probably because of the ubiquitous heat, or perhaps for another reason. Anyway, my girlfriend’s pussy was also shaped just like a triangle, just a more sparsely populated little pussy, made up of curly, blonde hair. And her breasts were like little cones jutting out and perky and adorable. She was a blond so her nipples were pink in color. Carol’s French blood brought out a bolder, browner nipple, but just as appealing, especially because they got so hard and stuck out like little penises when she lathered them, or when I sucked on them.
Anyway, on the day in question, Mr. Jessup was again away on a railroad run and the only people in the house were me and Carol. I had arrived home shortly after 3:30 o’clock because we were so close to the high school, and I never wasted time with extra-curricular activities because I knew I could get all the extras I wanted at Carol’s. My girlfriend, Sarah, however, would often be at school until six or even seven in the evening, practicing various activities.
When I arrived at Carol’s I was very quiet. No one locked doors back then, so you could enter without too much ado. Nobody was in the front room or kitchen. Carol’s bedroom door was closed. I went around the back way out and across the porch to the other door, snuck in and down the hall saw her bedroom door was closed between the rooms and immediately started getting a hard-on in my pants. I always seemed to be getting hard-ons. Anyway, I got my pillow, leaned down to peek into Carol’s room and it was my lucky day. She was completely naked. Her hands were holding up her slightly drooping, soft breasts. She was posing. Like the models during that time did.
She was up on her toes, emphasizing her beautiful calves and thrusting her pussy toward her vanity mirror. Like a goddess, I thought. I was jerking off so hard that I lost my balance and fell against her bedroom door. Within two seconds she had jerked open the door and was staring at me lying on the floor, no longer holding my cock, still with my pants down and my dick as hard as steel.
Carol stared at me for what seemed like forever, and then reached down, took my hand.
"We need to talk."
I was seventeen years old, but I thought I had ruined a good thing. No more peeking at Carol. No more fucking her. No more peeking at Sarah. Then, to my surprise and my ever-lasting joy, she smiled at me and had me sit down on her chenille coverlet and hugged me. She was still naked, but she hugged me and hugged me, and I knew without any doubt I was loved.
"Do something for me. Take off your clothes, slowly, for your lover.”
The world was changing. I started taking off my clothes, starting with my sneakers and socks, then my white teeshirt, then my Lee jeans, and finally my tighty whities. Getting them off was the happiest moment of my short life, as I continued to look at my Carol, sitting in anticipation, on her double bed.
"Walk over to me.”
I did, and she took my cock in her mouth, and sucked and tongued it for about five minutes.
"Do the same for me."
She lay back on the coverlet with her soft, rounded ass on the edge of the bed and slowly spread her legs. I had never seen it up close to see how beautiful it was and how tempting. She pointed to the top of her cunt, showing me a little, hooded button, and told me to start licking it. I did. She squealed. I could not tell if it was pain or pleasure, but I pressed my tongue to her clit and the slid it down through the lips sticking out, and she squealed again. I began to think I was doing something right.
I kept sucking her pussy for a long time and she would keep coming and sending fluids out for me to eat. I loved it. We had fucked before, but now I was learning new things. Life was getting very good. Finally she had rubbed my face in her cunt for so long that she had enough of that. She wanted something else.
Carol made me stand up again and began really making love to my cock. Her lips wrapped around the head and she sucked hard, taking in all the juice that had emerged. Then she used her tongue to run up and down my prick and I almost came there and then, but her hand was wrapped around it tightly. She began chewing on it and jacking me off. At last I had to release my come. It shot into her mouth, and she gagged from all of it at once, but she saved it and then swallowed it.
"Now do you get it, my sweet young lover? You can watch me, or fuck me, or eat my pussy, anytime you want. Do as you please."
As we were laying there under the coverlet, hugging and being loving, something unexpected happened. I had not expected Sarah to come to Carol’s until six or seven that evening, but something had happened that caused her to come home early. We heard the front door open, Sarah called out, and then began searching the house to find out where Carol and her boyfriend were. She went through the front room, into the kitchen, out on the porch, and then down the hall to Carol’s bedroom, all the while calling out her name.
When she entered she saw Carol and me lying in Carol’s bed. We had hastily covered up with the coverlet. She obviously had something on her mind so she seemed to just pass by the fact that we were together in bed. She had been crying and threatened to start again.
"What's a virgin?"
She hadn't reached that part of hygiene in junior class where they started talking about sex.
"Why do you ask?"
"Because that bitch Lisa Lawson was bragging about not being a virgin anymore and then she looked at me and laughed, so what is a virgin?"
Carol looked at me, and I looked at Sarah, and we both thought, after what just happened, perhaps we can help Sarah overcome her problem. I grinned at Sarah.
"Come on sweetie, we'll explain everything, but first you have to take off all your clothes.”
Carol and I threw off the coverlet. Sarah blushed so hard but she loved us I know, and she trusted us, and she did what she was told. She slowly took off her practice sneakers, her after-school teeshirt, then slipped off her practice short pants, paused and then boldly slipped off her little bra showing her cone-shaped breasts, and her pink cotton panties. She stood before us naked and incredibly lovely.
"I don't think I'll ever look as pretty as you Carol.”
"You're even prettier, just in a different way."
I had gotten soft after sucking Carol’s pussy and getting a blow job, but I started getting hard again, and I could see Sarah blushing again as she watched my dick start pointing at the ceiling. Carol beckoned to Sarah to join us in the bed, and she crawled between us, with her little tits dangling and making me love her even more. We both hugged her and then Carol surprised me by giving her a long, wet, messy kiss that obviously included tongue. When they stopped she smiled at me and indicated it was my turn. I made good use of the chance, because Sarah's lips tasted like candy lipstick, and her tongue tickled the top of my mouth, and I felt like I could come just kissing her. I didn't though because I was saving that for later.
We didn't bother explaining what a virgin was because in awhile, she wasn't going to be one anymore. First, Carol told Sarah to kiss her nipples, and she did, then she told her to drag her tongue down her tummy to her hairy parts, and she did. Then she showed her, as she did me, where the clitoris lived and told her to kiss it, and she did. I could she how excited she was because she was licking and sucking Carol’s pussy, with her little, blond pussy wiggling up in the air.
I slowly moved to the base of the bed and slowly spread Sarah's lovely, hairless, athletic legs apart. She didn’t even notice. I moved my body up between her legs, looked down at Carol’s face as she smiled at both of us, and took my prick, rubbed it between Sarah's pussy lips, and then, with a quick, strong thrust, rammed it up her pussy.
"You're not a virgin anymore, sweet cakes.”
She squealed with the same squealing voice Carol had. Then I was stroking in and out and giving her a fuck to remember. She was now another partner for me to fuck and I was happy with both of my ladies. I gave her the best fuck I could. She was moaning and not really licking pussy anymore as she enjoyed the screwing I was giving her. Carol was fingering her cunt I could see over Sarah's shoulder, and she was coming as I fucked my girlfriend. I fucked Sarah until she begged me to stop.
"God, Peter, that's enough. I keep shivering and shaking and I don't know what's happening. It feels so good and it feels like I may faint. You have to stop, babe. Ohhhhhh. Another one. Stop please."
I didn't come in Sarah that time. I only made sure she had the best fuck ever. But she would get more of me soon, as would my sweet Carol.
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