Molly
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NedChapter 5: Molly free porn video
"Time for a break, Ned. I love your cum but it doesn't fill me up. Let's go to the mall and have some lunch."
We had plenty of food in the house, but Mom never made me feed myself, never taught me how to fix a sandwich. I mean, it doesn't take any learning to do that, but she never made me do it. Before we left the house, Carrie and I went rummaging through my parents' bedroom and bathroom, looking for some condoms. We giggled as we searched, but it did no good; they apparently didn't use them.
The mall was a healthy walk, but doable. I kind of liked holding hands with Carrie, swinging them back and forth as we strolled. Sometimes I put my hands in my pockets and Carrie put her arm through mine, like an old married couple. I actually was kind of hoping that some of my friends would see us, would know that I had a girl friend. They might wonder if I was fucking her, which I could at least talk about to them, not like having to stay quiet about Mom.
Sure enough, there were a bunch of them in the food court. I could see their eyes flicking back and forth between Carrie and me, saw them glancing down at our hands clasped tightly, but none of them said a word at that time. Still, I got a hard-on seeing them staring at Carrie's tits, such as they were. They all knew her from school, but there she was just a girl; at the mall, she was my girlfriend, which drove their minds towards sex.
I had a burger and Carrie had a salad. We sat at a table which could have held four, but none of my friends ventured to join us. After lunch, without ever discussing a word about it, we each steered the other toward the end of the mall, the end with a drug store right near the anchor store. We stood outside, looking over the cashiers. Carrie pointed at Register 3, where a girl, obviously in high school, probably about sixteen, was ringing up customers. She looked pleasant but plain, neither ugly nor beautiful, closer to pretty.
"She might sell to you, Ned."
"Yes, maybe she would."
"I think you should go in alone. I'll go back and wait for you outside the ladies room."
The store was impersonal, a branch of one of the big chains. I stopped in front of the condom display. The names and packaging meant nothing to me; my sole experience with rubbers had been limited to one whore in Amsterdam, who had supplied them herself. I felt like a little kid with coins in his hand pressing his nose against the glass in a candy store, unable to decide which candy to buy. Lubricated, ribbed, strong; the words were meaningless. Well, maybe lubricated sounded good. I looked over toward Register 3 but she had a line of people. I went back toward the door, took a basket and headed for the tissues. I took a large box, plenty large to cover a package of a dozen rubbers, and threw it into the basket. Then I walked to the condoms, grabbed the package I had chosen and slid it underneath the tissues in the basket.
With more luck than I deserved, when I got to the back of the line, the cashier reached over a put a 'closed' sign at the end of the belt, insuring that no one would be behind me to see what I would be putting on the counter. Despite all those person to person orgasms under my belt, I was still nervous as the line crept forward. Finally it was my turn. I took a deep breath and put the basket onto the counter, not emptying it as most people do. Cashier 3 smiled at me; it didn't look like much was in the basket. Then she picked up the tissues, looked down into the basket and them lifted her face to look at me.
"I'm not supposed to sell these to someone as young as you." She looked behind me and around as she said it. I had mentally tested and rejected a number of possible responses to that expected remark. Buying for my father or fictional brother sounded like such bullshit, and I went for the truth.
"I couldn't find any in my father's night table and my girlfriend won't let me cum inside her unless I use one of these."
She smiled. "Oh, and how long has that being going on, young man?" As she said it, she was looking at me staring at her tits. The tag above one said Molly; I was too smart not to ask what the other one was called.
"Since this morning, Molly."
Despite my baby face, I am kind of tall for my age. Sort of well built, too. She smiled again, glanced around for store personnel, and quickly scanned the rubbers and threw them into a bag, followed shortly by the tissues. As I counted out the money, she asked me my name. When I told her, she tore a piece of paper from a return pad and wrote a number on it.
"Call me, Ned."
Holy shit, she must be three years older than me. I guess she's a virgin. Well, I missed out on Carrie's cherry; I guess I'll give Molly a call. Holy shit, she must be three years older than me. I guess she's a virgin. Yep, I missed out on Carrie's cherry; I guess I'll give Molly a call. No, that's not a typo; I just kept repeating it to myself.
I stuck the number into a jeans pocket before heading down toward the ladies room. As I approached it, I saw Carrie and nodded. She gave me a big smile and walked toward me, hand extended to hold mine. On the way home, I told her about my experience in the drug store, conveniently skipping the best part, of course. Other than that, the walk was silent; each of us was thinking about nothing except fucking. Except my mind was a bit more varied in its thoughts than hers must have been.
As far as I was concerned, Carrie was now a woman. Damn it, much as I didn't want to think it, she was my woman. I had eaten her, she had sucked my cock. My cock had been inside her cunt, even though I didn't cum there. Mine was the first; forget that shit with Tommy whatshisname, mine she had wanted in there. All that was missing was an actual cum while I was inside her. Oh sure, there were lots of other things to look forward to: cumming in her pussy bareback, fucking her ass, pissing down her throat — I wasn't sure how I felt about that one - maybe even a threesome with Mom. But all that was for someday. In the meantime, I only needed to cum inside her, even if there was a condom in between us.
My bed was as messy as we had left it. Still, it shocked me that we had left the computer on. I touched the space bar to get rid of the screen saver and saw that the video we had started with was over and the program was blinking away, waiting for another selection. Carrie shook her head.
"We won't need it, Ned. We can just make love without the background music and moaning."
I exited the program and turned off the screen. Carrie now had my undivided attention. We kicked off our shoes and sat on my bed, backs to the headboard, staring at a blank screen. I put my arm around her shoulders and she curled up against me, as though we were sitting in a movie theater. I kissed her cheek and she turned her face to me; her eyes shown with capital L Love, and so were mine. The key word, all the words were unspoken but understood.
Our kiss was soft; we were in no hurry. We knew that we had many hours before our parents returned, we knew that Carrie's official deflowering — the mental, not the physical — would shortly take place, but we wanted to savor it. My last emptying of my balls had been just a few hours earlier; I had enough new cum to fuck her properly, but there was no rush. My hands caressed her tits, again as if we were at the movies. Like a new couple, my hands stayed outside her sweater for the time being.
My friend, my lover, my fuck-mate put her hand on my crotch and rubbed gently. She wasn't trying to make me hard, for I already had attained that condition. No, she was just letting me know that she was there for me and would stay there until we were both fully sated. She slid down and placed her head where her hand had been, kissing my raging erection through my jeans. My hand feathered her tits; she may not even have felt it. When I saw her eyes close, I shut my own, though each of us continued to gently fondle the other.
I moved Carrie's head off my lap and slid down so that my head was even with her. She smiled.
"Your jeans are getting tight around that tent, aren't they?"
She was right, of course. Why are girls so fucking smart? I opened my belt and top button, then pulled down my zipper. I left Big Guy inside my shorts — Mom's panties, actually. Carrie placed her hand on the outside of the remaining tent — not so painful now — and continued to caress. I put my hand under her sweater, in back, and massaged her back, making no attempt to unhook the bra. Other than that one question from Carrie, it was silent in the room. The only words I heard were the silent ones in my mind, telling me how I felt about this girl-woman in my arms, in my bed, in my heart, damn it.
After a while, ten minutes, an hour, I had no idea, Carrie snuck her hand through the leg hole of the panties and took out my cock, bending to give it a light kiss and a sideways lick across the slit to catch the pre-cum there.
"I think its time, Ned." I could barely hear her but I knew what she said, what she meant. I pulled her head back to mine and we kissed again, this time fiercely. Our tongues fought, our hands pawed each other, on her tits and my ass. I pushed the cups of her bra up to expose bare nipple and began to suck like a starving baby.
I wish these tits were as big as Mom's.
Carrie grabbed my cock tightly and began to stroke rapidly, too rapidly.
Hey, this is foreplay, not a hand job.
I jumped off the bed and began to shuck my clothing rapidly. Carrie raced me but I won, naked while she still had her panties on. I guided her back to the bed and she lay down demurely, on her side, knees together. I rolled her onto her back and reached to ease off her panties. She lifted her ass to help and I soon saw again that beautiful sight from before lunch, pink glistening lips awaiting my kisses, my fingers, my cock.
But first my mouth, as I licked and sucked, concentrating on her clit, which peeked out at me.
"Don't make me cum that way, Ned. I want you inside me right now."
I slid up until I was hovering above her, leaning on my elbows. I used one hand to spread her lips and took my cock with the other, aligning it for entry. Quietly, calmly, she slid her hand over the entrance to her tunnel of love. Again she spoke in a whisper.
"Aren't we forgetting something?"
As soon as she started to speak, I knew what she was going to say. All I could think of was where I could find a hole to crawl into, to hide from my own stupidity. The condoms, bought so recently and forgotten so quickly, were in my jeans on the floor. I heard Carrie giggle as I left the bed and bent over to pick up my jeans. My ass was to her and I felt totally ridiculous. Carrie held out her hand for the box, opened it and took one out. Our first condom, the safety belt of our first real love-making.
Damn, I hate to call it love-making, I'd much rather call it fucking. Once you say love, the girl begins to get possessive. We're not like that. Our cocks are for fucking, for getting our rocks off, emptying our balls, nothing more. If we like the girl, fine; if we love her, even better. But a guy doesn't care where his cum goes, whose cunt or mouth gets it, as long as it goes someplace warm. Monogamy is for monogamists, whoever they may be, not for the healthy male of the species.
Anyway, she tore the wrapper open and began to roll the magic garment onto me. The lubricated sheath went on easily; it wouldn't be until later that I would remember from Amsterdam the annoyance of my pubic hair being pulled as I rolled the used rubber off my cock. I looked down at the funny sight of shiny latex hiding that so very useful toy that hung suspended between my legs; the picture actually made my cock go down a bit, but Carrie's hand quickly restored the blood filling to bring it to working position.
I went down on her again, an unnecessary step but enjoyable nevertheless, until she again laid down the ground rule: "Now, Ned."
On top, on the bottom, alongside; which will she prefer? I can't ask, I'd feel like a little child.
Since she was on her back already, I crept up atop her, my knees between her outspread legs and my hands supporting me on either side of her. We touched only at our lips and tongues, and I guess also at our souls. Then she took me in her hand and guided me to the promised land. Rubbing the sheath up and down her slit — jeez, that friction on the head was incredible — she spread her portals of joy to let me in. With her maidenhead a matter of history, access was easy, and I hit bottom instantly.
But I didn't move after that; I was just suspended over her, attached at the groin and with our eyes glued to each other. My cock had been inside her earlier, it was not a new experience for her in the afternoon, yet we both knew that it was different. This time, when I sounded the claxon to announce the spurting of my semen, it would be inside her body. Sure, the condom would prevent the joinder of sperm and egg, if it was that other 'time of the month', but my orgasm would be an expression of one-ness, as would be her reception of the pulsations.
And the damn one-ness continued to bother me. I loved her, still Love her, but my cock is a social animal and it refuses to stay 'at home' with anyone. I've read Sue's story (A BUSY WEEK) and I know that Sue threw her lover out of her bed, out of her life, because he couldn't keep his cock idle when he wasn't with her, but if Carrie wants to do the same thing to me, that's a risk I'll have to take. Or maybe it's a risk she'll have to take.
I moved my lips to the underside of her left tit, resting my face on her chest. I could feel the thump thump of her heart. It wasn't the rapid beat of excitement but the slow cadence of relaxation. My mouth moved to her nipple as my hips began their slow rise and descent, always keeping the head of Big Guy inside, barely, and then plunging, still slowly, into the warm, soft and — as I remembered it from the morning — wet depths of her cunt.
He sighs were soft, unhurried; her eyes glistened with pleasure. She was still far removed from any orgasm and didn't seem to care, so long as I was inside her. She knew I would shortly make her cum, probably had figured out that in the months of my fucking Mom, I had learned to hold back my own cum until she was ready. She was right about that part; not only did I hold back to please her, but I myself enjoyed more that friction of sex than the release even of an orgasm.
My hands continued their job of support. I had thought of using one to diddle her little man in the boat but decided that the rubbing of my cock would do a satisfactory job. It always does with Mom.
And so I rose and plunged, rose and plunged, until Carrie's breathing became ragged again, until she began to mew like a cat. Then I roseandplunged, roseandplunged, roseandplunged, faster and fasterfasterfasterfaster until her now familiar scream of satisfaction. I let go with a moan, felt my cum rush from my balls through that dark tunnel of my cock and out into the oblivion of a scumbag, that anonymous receptacle for unwanted sperm. I felt the throb and so did my Carrie as her arm shot around my neck, pulling my head tightly against her pubescent tits.
"I Love you, Ned, I Love you." There it was, that capital L again; I could hear it. I didn't want to respond, not with the capital anyway, for that would be like putting a chain around my leg, for then any fucking around I did would have to be cheating. No, I wanted to be free to screw at will and come back to Carrie whenever the two of us were so inclined, but I knew that if I didn't say it, and say it the right way, it was all over. I chickened out.
Sherry
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