Surf’s Up

 

Fiction by Candy

 

© 2014

 

 

AUTHOR’S NOTE:   I was reminiscing about my first time with Jimmy (which I wrote about in “Candy”) and wondering where he is today.  I’ve done many internet searches for him but so far nothing.  Then I started to wonder what I’d do if I found him.  After all, I’m engaged and in love, so what would we do anyway?  In my reminiscence, I fantasized on what he must have experienced taking my virginity, and that’s how this story was born.  A little side note: my mom is still hot for her age and could easily be as sexed as Paulette, though she’s a lot smarter and my dad would have something to say about it J

 

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Boys with their toys, I thought as I watched a group of petite, bikini-clad girls who looked no older than fifteen or sixteen talking to a couple of middle-aged men who just got out of an expensive gull-wing Mercedes.  I hoped the girls weren’t so naïve as to do something stupid like go anywhere with these dudes.  I was sure the men weren’t thinking like me.

Some men cling to their youth with sports cars, motorcycles or flashy speedboats.  Some do it by having young bimbo mistresses.  My passion has always been surfing, so that’s how I cling to mine.  Of course I also own a bright red Cadillac CTS, I bet the only one in Southern California with a surfboard rack on its roof.  It’s my basic transportation, not a toy in the least.  Hey, I can kid myself too, can’t I?

As many surfers do to stand the cold Pacific currents, if I didn’t already have my wet suit on I’d wrap myself in an oversized towel and change right there on the beach.  Everyone there knew what I was doing and most diplomatically looked the other way if the towel slipped during the process.  However, today there was an exception.  A young girl in a one-piece bathing suit, sitting alone up the beach, stared at me during one such slip and probably saw much more than she’d ever seen before.  I’m at that age when high school girls look like they’re eight years old, so I had no idea how old the little waif was.  She continued to stare while I finished getting into my wet suit.  Before I could pick up my board and head into the water, she approached.

“How come you don’t wear underwear or a bathing suit under that?” she asked.

Up close I still couldn’t guess her age.  She was a skinny little cutie, with long, brown hair and a radiant smile.

“I don’t know if I can tell you that,” I said.  “You might not be old enough.”

“I’m thirteen, and you let me see your penis,” she exclaimed straightforwardly.  Thirteen? I thought by that age a girl would be showing some serious tit but this girl only had tiny bumps from what I could see.  She wouldn’t let me off the hook.  “So, why don’t you wear anything underneath?”

“Probably for the same reason you don’t have panties on under that bathing suit. It’s just more comfortable, even for my you-know-what that you weren’t supposed to be looking at.”

She put her hand at her mouth and giggled.  “I never saw one before and now I like to look,” she said and giggled some more.

“I understand the curiosity at your age, but spying on men isn’t very polite. How would you like it if I looked at you while you were changing?”

“I guess I wouldn’t mind.  It’s not like I have boobs or anything special to look at.”

“I wouldn’t be so quick saying that.  I think all girls have something to look at,” I said while unthinkingly gazing at her chest bumps.  She immediately blushed and I swore her tiny nipples puckered under the fabric of her bathing suit.  I said, “I’m Duncan, and you’re…?”  She smiled and said her name was Cindy.  “I’ll see you around, Cindy,” I said as I left her and headed into the surf.

The surfing was marginal as usual but I enjoyed it anyway.  This wasn’t the north shore of Oahu, after all.  I was more surprised than annoyed that the girl was still on the beach and waiting for me after I made my last run.  She asked “Can you teach me to surf, Duncan?”

“I’m not sure that would be a good idea.  What would your mom and dad say if they saw us together?  I’d have to touch you, after all.”  I didn’t mean it the way it sounded.  At least she didn’t seem to react to the accidental double-entendre. 

I began to wonder why I even said it.  Self-reflection can be a cruel act, and it made me realize that the young girl had aroused me in some way.  The way she looked at me with her big brown, inquisitive eyes.  The way she asked questions tinged with sexual innuendo, without her even realizing it.  The way her immature nipples seemed to stiffen and poke at her bathing suit as she looked at me.  Had she seen my brief erection strain that area of the wet suit?  I momentarily wondered if her naiveté was an act.  Could she be sexually active at her age and this was teasing at its finest.  Somehow, I knew I’d find out.

“If you can give me a ride home I’ll ask my mom if it’s okay for you to teach me,” she said.

“Even if I wanted to, do you think your mother is going to want a man my age to be spending time with you, surfing or no surfing?”

“Oh,” she said, with her eyes wide open, “you mean like she might think you’ll touch me like you’re not supposed to?”

I laughed. “What else will she think?  Especially since you’re down here checking out my you-know-what.”

She giggled.  “I guess she would.  I mean, after all I’d like to touch your penis and see what it feels like, but we can ask my mom anyway, right?”

God, I was so stiff it hurt!  I had to get out of this wet suit, but I wasn’t about to change right here in front of her.  “Let’s make a deal,” I said.  “We’ll go to my house so I can change out of this wet suit, and then I’ll buy you lunch before we go to see your mom.  Does that sound like a plan?”

She nodded vigorously, and we proceeded up the beach to my car.  As I strapped my board to the car-top rack, she commented on how nice my car was, which returned me to my thoughts about the other men in the Mercedes who were coming on to the teen girls.  Was I worse, and did I even know what the fuck I was doing?  The ride home was uncomfortable for two reasons: besides still wearing the wet suit itself, my erection wouldn’t diminish one iota.

Like it was the most common thing to do, being in a strange man’s home while he got naked, she wandered about my house and shouted out awed (and odd) compliments.  I guessed she didn’t live in a house like mine.  Not in Southern California.  I was in my bedroom and out of the wetsuit, brushing sand from my body while holding a fresh pair of boxers in my hand when Cindy appeared in the doorway and simply said “Wow!”

“There you go again, looking when you shouldn’t be.”

She stepped a little closer to me, staring at my cock as it twitched at the sight of her.  “It’s like bigger than it was before.  Can I touch it?”

“It’s not right,” was the only thing I could think to say.

“I won’t tell anyone, Duncan.  Please?”  I stood there rigidly (in more ways than one) as she palmed my erection in rapt enthrallment. “Why is it big and hard like this?” she asked as she looked up at me with her big brown eyes.  “Is it me?”

“Y…Y…Yes,” I muttered as I closed my eyes and unsuccessfully willed away the feeling of her hand innocently caressing my aching cock.  I knew I was about to explode yet it happened before I could warn her.  Several hot streams of semen flew from my cock, most of it splashing on Cindy as she backed away from me in shock.

“What was that?” she said after I got another “Wow.”  I asked her how much she knew about sex, and then explained as best I could about her touch and my ejaculation. She made the connection of my ejaculate to what made babies.  “You mean if that went inside me I’d be pregnant?” she said, shuddering and blushing while she said it.  I could only imagine the thoughts going through the young girl’s mind.

“Now we have a bigger dilemma,” I said, looking at the streaks of semen on her body and her swimsuit.  We need to get you cleaned up before I can take you home.  Since I’m already naked and you’ve seen more than you should have already, let’s get into my shower and clean it all off.”

Her face lit up. “You can see me naked now!” she exclaimed as she began to remove her one-piece.

I stopped her.  “I’m already screwed if anyone finds out about you being here, so let’s not go any further, okay?  This way we can clean you and your swimsuit at the same time.”

I couldn’t believe the blatant look of disappointment on the girl’s face as we proceeded to the shower.  Along the way she kept looking at my swinging cock, awed by the spectacle as well as I imagined the sensations its proximity caused within her budding body.  Her open sexuality both thrilled and scared me.  Once I got the water temperature right, the ‘thrilled’ part was evident by my recharging erection.  I tried to be nonchalant about washing her though my hand had other ideas.  I couldn’t help but explore her beyond what I did with the soap.  She swooned a bit yet remained silent as I intimately touched her over her wet and clingy bathing suit.  She wanted to touch me but I wouldn’t let her since I knew I’d splatter her again and we needed to get going.

She dried off as I got dressed.  I said, “Because it’s later than I planned, let’s go see your mom first before we go for a late lunch, that is if she lets you and doesn’t throw me out.”

Cindy answered, “Silly, she won’t throw you out.  She likes men.”

“What does that mean? What about your dad?”

“He lives somewhere else now.  Mom says he lives with a bimbo, but I don’t really know what that is.”  On the way to her place, I chuckled and explained what a bimbo was, all the while wondering what a cutie like Cindy had for a mother. 

There was no disappointment. The woman was older that I would’ve guessed but she was a MILF nonetheless.  Her name was Paulette, and my sudden presence set off her mommy alarm.  Cindy and I both explained how she’d asked me for surfing lessons and how I told her it was up to her mother. “She’s a cute kid. And I do enjoy teaching the young ones to surf, seeing I’ve been surfing since I was her age,” I said with my most charming smile.  I still saw a mother’s wariness in Paulette’s eyes but I saw something else there too.  She had looked outside and saw my car, after all.  I mentioned that I’d promised Cindy lunch and then invited both mom and daughter out.

The nearest Cheesecake Factory proved to be a winning ploy for both of them. As surreptitiously as I could I checked out Paulette throughout the excursion.  Her blond hair came from a bottle, but that didn’t interest me at all.  She looked great in jeans, and my mind drew images of what her ass would be like.  She wasn’t huge in the chest but the outline of her apparent B or C cups showed through her flimsy bra and silk blouse enough for me to recognize firm, playful quality.  Although she had little crow’s feet around the eyes, her face was nice and her full lips looked quite kissable.

Looking at Cindy the same way made my heart skip a beat.  My hand had followed the contours of her young body when we were in the shower, and although I hadn’t touched skin, the contour of her pubic arch was so burned into my brain that I began to grow erect.  Thankfully the bulge was happening out of sight under the table.  Then I wondered if Paulette shaved.

Besides paying the check, what was I getting myself into?

The following weekend was my doubleheader.  When I arrived at the beach Cindy was waiting for me, this time in a bikini.  “I take it that’s new?” I asked. 

Cindy explained how her mom wanted her to look nice for me.  “She called you a catch, and I think she wants you to be her new boyfriend.”  Was Cindy’s bikini supposed to draw me to Paulette?  It seemed like maybe it was a test, seeing if I’d choose daughter over mother.  Would a good mom actually do that?  I liked the bikini though.  It was a cute little patterned print with bottoms that had the little string ties on the side, and a top that was basically two triangles and more string.  The triangles hinted at the puffy little cones I knew she had under them.

Foregoing the wetsuit, I had her stand on my board there on the beach to see how well she balanced before I waded out into the meager surf alongside the surfboard, with her lying on it.  Her smile was radiant and I took the liberty of caressing her ass while we moved away from shore.  My hand seemed to be welcome.  We weren’t that far out when I taught her how to stand and then the proper stance once up on the board.  Now I had one hand at the small of her back and the other just south of her bikini’s waistband.

“Are you going to be my mom’s boyfriend?” she suddenly asked me.

“Why is that important to you?  We can still be friends either way.”

She slipped from the bobbing board and I caught her.  Holding her in my arms with one elbow trying to keep the board from getting away, our eyes met and she said, “I want you and Mom to have sex.”

“Your mom is a good looking woman but what do you know about sex in general and your mom’s sex life in particular?”

She blushed and melted closer to my body.  “I like to watch.”

“You mean you spy on your mother with her boyfriends?”  She nodded, and I then I said, “I guess that explains all the questions on sex, and why you’re interested in men’s anatomies.”

“It looks cool, and my mom makes it sound like it’s the best feeling in the world.”

I was intrigued.  “So, your mom makes a lot of noise when she…does it?”

“Oh yeah!  The first time I heard her I thought she was hurt, but I figured it out that she was like really happy at the best part.”

“The best part?”

“You know, like when you squirted on me.  When the men squirt, like, inside her it’s around the same time she yells the loudest so I like guessed it was the best part of sex.”

“You’re a very perceptive young lady.  I think we should go to my house and talk some more about you and your mom, and sex.”

“And can I get naked too in the shower?”

“If that’s what you want.  I’d like that a lot.”

With the surfboard secured atop my car, I drove to my house about as fast as I dared.  Cindy was so flushed with excitement I had to stop her from immediately removing her bikini as soon as we were in the door.  I began to imagine how tight her virgin vagina would be, and she was quick to spot the bulge in my swim shorts.

“How about you take mine off and I take yours off?” I said.

Kneeling in front of me, she lowered the shorts until my freed cock sprung up and nearly hit her in the face.  She laughed as she pulled them the remainder of the way down.  Then I told her it was my turn.  She got to her feet as I got on my knees before her.  Looking into her big brown eyes I reached around her neck and untied the top string of her bra.  The triangles fell away as I leaned toward her and placed my lips around one of her pink, puffy little areolas. I suckled and she responded in kind.

“Ooooooo, that feels gooooooooood!” she murmured.  I untied the back string and tossed the bikini top aside while lightly sucking the other nipple.

“I always liked these sexy bikini bottoms with the side ties,” I said as I slowly pulled on one of the string ends.  When that side fell open she shivered.  I appreciated the glimpse I had of her pubic arch as I proceeded to pull on the other side’s string.  “Do you like me looking at you and touching you?” Her eyes as big as saucers, she nodded.  With a little tug, I let her untied bottoms flutter to the floor at her feet.

“You said sexy,” she muttered, “Do you think I’m sexy?”

“Of course you are, Cindy sweetheart. Are you ready to learn how sexy you really are?”

“I think so,” she answered as another shiver ran through her petite body.  I lifted her into my arms and carried her to my bedroom.  “Are you going to put it in me now?” she breathlessly asked when we got there.

I placed her on the bed and lay next to her, all the while using one hand to caress her from chest to pubis.  “You’re probably too small for me to penetrate without hurting you, but thankfully there are other ways to have sex.”

“There is?”  She was staring at my erection and understood what I was saying about her size versus mine.

“First, we’re going to learn how to kiss.”

“Silly, I know how to do that,” she declared.

“I don’t mean how you kiss your mom.  I’m talking about how lovers kiss.”

“Lovers…” she said as if tasting the word and what it meant.

I rolled her on top of me and put my lips on hers.  Using my tongue to part her lips, I probed deeper as my hands caressed and squeezed her ass cheeks.  My cock was erect between her legs and thus I had to fight all innate urges.  It didn’t take her long to get into kissing.  When her tongue slithered into my mouth I sucked on it and she shivered again. I moved one hand between her thighs to her vulva and found her wet.  Nice!

“Are you feeling good?” I asked. “You like it so far?”

“I like kissing like this, and the way you touch me, and how warm you are against me.  And I can feel your hard penis against my legs.  Are you going to squirt again, like last time?”

“I ‘m sure I will, but first I need to show you what else a tongue can do besides be part of kissing.”  Still on top of me, I had her spin around so she was facing my feet—and stiff cock, of course—and slid her closer so her thighs bracketed my head and I had clear access to her beautiful, pudgy little vulva.  Up close, she wasn’t hairless, having some wispy peach fuzz just above her labia.  I was temporarily mesmerized by the small rivulet of pussy dew that trickled from her.  I broke the spell when I placed my tongue to catch the sweet moisture.  Indeed, it was sweet, as I licked between her outer labia, not going farther inward—at least not yet.

“You really like licking me down there?” she asked.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yeah, it does.”

“Then that’s why I’m doing it, to make you feel good.”  I slowly parted her labia with my fingers to gauge what I was up against.  With her pussy agape, I saw that she had almost a full hymen, and it looked thick.  Cindy would be a bleeder for sure, so I reluctantly resigned to not fucking her that day.  No reason we couldn’t still have oral fun, right?  My tongue probed for her clit.

“Duncan, you’re leaking,” she said at the moment she palmed my throbbing cock.

“Same as you’re leaking,” I answered between licks.

“Really?”

“It tastes good, too.  Why don’t you lick mine? You’ll like it.”

“It’s not like pee, is it?”

“No, sweetheart.  It’s much sweeter than that.  I went back to licking at her clit before I felt the first tentative brush of her tongue against my cock-head.  Being afraid I’d cum right into her face and scare the shit out of her, I attacked her clit and inner labia with renewed vigor.  Her squirming and moaning indicated I was doing a good job.  I hoarsely asked her to forego my cock for a moment.  “Relax and enjoy…what I’m doing,” I said between tongue pokes.  Suddenly she shivered uncontrollably, a tremulous whimper escaping her lips as a fresh dollop of her juices trickled out to greet my appreciative tongue. 

I was surprised by a second convulsion and its subsequent spurt of sweet girl-juice.  Her “Ooooooooooooooooo!” seemed to go on forever along with her body tremors as I worked my mouth to drink up every last drop of her orgasmic nectar.

I brushed her hair away from her sweaty face as she tried to put words to how she felt.  I placed a finger at her lips, and said, “It’s okay, hon, I’m just glad I could make you climax.”  As she looked at me wide-eyed (and absently touched herself) I explained the concept of orgasm as best I could.  “It’s the great feeling that makes sex fun.”

“Will it feel even better when you put your penis in me?”

Now I had to explain the issues of our respective size and her hymen, and how penetration now would hurt her a lot.  “We can still pretend and get close to putting it into your vagina,” I said as I rose from the bed and got a tube of lubricant from a dresser drawer.  I rubbed a nice amount of lubricant on my dick (which I had no worries about wilting at this juncture) and then spread another film of the slippery substance between her labia.  I carried her out of the bedroom and to a living room chair, where I sat, and got her situated on my lap and facing me.  I nestled the shaft of my aching cock between her special folds and began to stroke it back and forth like a moving hot dog in a bun. 

“How about another one of those kisses,” I said, already seeing the effect our rubbing genitals were having on her.  It wasn’t going to take long for my hot dog to produce another cascade of “mustard.”

She couldn’t maintain lip contact for long.  As her moaning became shrill, she began to convulse, mashing her vulva onto my throbbing cock.  She felt my ejaculatory spasms and her hooded eyes suddenly shot wide open.  She looked down to see my third and fourth rope fly, to wetly join the first two splattered on our torsos.  She became manic and her rhythmic back and forth movement took on new life.  I studied her face and jiggling breasts, and in no fucking way would my cock wilt now no matter how much I just came.  Her second orgasm was epic.

This time Cindy showered with me as if it was a normal, everyday occurrence.  She confessed how aroused she’d become seeing and feeling me ejaculate, and imagining it happening inside her, thus the second, larger orgasm.  While we dried off, she asked me, “Are you going to be my mother’s boyfriend so you can go into her vagina instead of mine?”

“I’ll work on that when I bring you home.”

I really didn’t have to work hard.  While talking to her, Paulette had a take-my-panties-off-please expression, which made me wonder if she picked up any scent (pheromones?) from her daughter. For her part, Cindy acted like she was pimping her mother out to me, encouraging her to learn to surf and making me sound better at it than I was.  When I asked Paulette to have dinner with me she accepted in a millisecond. She exuded so much heat I wondered if she qualified as a nymphomaniac, especially based on how her daughter talked about her many lovers.  I guess I’d find out soon enough.  Cindy was cool about the date, alleviating my fear that she’d let slip our sexual escapades.

When I returned to pick Paulette up, her very short dress floored me.  She was dolled-up like a hooker, which didn’t bother me, though looking at her fantastic legs all evening will have its effect for sure.  The way she looked at my Cadillac before and after getting in suggested that the ride to and from the restaurant might be foreplay.

“Duncan, you sure have my girl smitten with you,” she said along the way.  “Surfing didn’t seem like something she’d be interested in, at least until you came along.”

“She’s a darling.  So inquisitive, but it doesn’t bother me at all.  I enjoy teaching her.”

I caught her looking at me up and down in my peripheral vision   “I bet you could teach her a lot,” she said.  Unsure of the innuendo, I didn’t reply.  Did she suspect something?  I figured she’d be reacting differently if she did.  I’d chosen a pricey restaurant that I knew had great fare, knowing the cost would impress her just as my car had.  I really didn’t dine out like this very often so the indulgence was welcome; indulgence in this case was a nice ribeye, a great bottle of California Cabernet, and a dinner partner who probably had wet panties, that is if she wore any.

She downed two after-dinner martinis, probably for ‘lubrication’ she didn’t need.  I had coffee.  I commended her for allowing Cindy to be home without a babysitter.  She said, “She’s quite precocious. You were right when you called her inquisitive.  I bet she asks you questions about sex.”

People still used the word precocious?  I had better be semi-honest or she’ll see right through me.  “Yes, I did get a few of those, since the first time I met her she was trying to catch a glimpse of my manhood while I changed into my wetsuit.”

“If she asked questions, then I take it she succeeded.”

“You take it correctly.”

Paulette giggled and said, “Wow, another benefit of surfing I never thought of.  How about teaching me to surf?”

I opened the car door for her, and as she slid into the passenger seat, the hem of her dress moved upward just about to her crotch.  “I’d be glad to teach you anytime,” I said.  “I bet you look great in a bikini.”

“Or out of it,” she murmured and then giggled.  There was no pretending after that.

“Speaking of bikinis, you did good by getting Cindy one.  A girl needs to look good on the beach nowadays.”  She didn’t respond, possibly thinking about ramifications of what I said, though I felt safer now that I was about to see how essentially promiscuous Paulette was.

When we got to her place, Paulette was quick to give Cindy a quick kiss and send her off to bed before making herself another drink.  Before Cindy left us, I gave her a wink and she smiled back at me while giving me a thumbs-up sign.  Let the show begin!  Paulette gulped down her drink and then was all over me.  By the time we made her bedroom our clothing was strewed along the way like bread crumbs to guide a lost traveler. She mewled, “I bet my girl liked seeing that,” meaning my now-erect cock, “even if she wouldn’t know what to do with it.”

I thought don’t be so sure of that.

Without any mention of protection, she pulled me down between her parted thighs and into her already wet vagina.  She was the one who did all the thrusting, her legs wrapped around me and her hips bucking furiously, trying to take me deeper than physically possible.  Paulette was approaching climax like a runaway train, so she was oblivious to everything except the skin that surrounded my cock.  However, I wasn’t.  I saw Cindy peeking around the door jamb, watching with her mouth agape and a hand under her little nightgown, working between her legs.

Paulette’s orgasmic cry built to a wail.  Christ, was she loud!  Cindy hadn’t exaggerated about how much noise her mom made. I kept slamming her until I drew close to cumming.  With another quick peek to see if Cindy was still watching, I rolled my head back and yelled, “I’m cumming deep inside you!” as I tensed and then relaxed every muscle to match and enhance my climax.

I rolled off Paulette and got out of bed as she declared me the best fuck she ever had.  I left her in languor on the bed and ostensibly went to the bathroom.  I scooped Cindy up into my arms and whispered, “How was that?  Did I do a good job?”  Instead of answering me, she squashed her lips to mine and gave me full tongue penetration.  Naturally my hand went to her pussy, and came away soaked.  “Maybe someday it’ll be your turn,” I whispered as I put her down and patted her on the ass to send her back to her bedroom.

After taking a needed piss, I went back to Paulette to find her more than ready for round two.  After an excellent blow-job, we did it doggie-style, and I think that time she made even more noise than before.  She wanted me to spend the night but I begged off, ironically citing Cindy as a reason for not staying.  We did make a date for mother-daughter surfing lessons though.

Like the co-conspirators we were, Cindy and I tiptoed around Paulette the first time after that night we were on the beach together.  The Pacific water was at its warmest this time of year, so wetsuits were no longer de rigueur.  Paulette looked good in her bikini, but since I saw her naked and fucked her, a bikini didn’t have the same appeal it might have had earlier.  On the other hand, Cindy looked good enough to eat in hers, and I spent the next couple of hours dreaming of doing just that.  If she saw it, Paulette would simply have to believe my erection was for her.

When we were in the water and Paulette was up on the board (that reality never lasted long) Cindy whispered in my ear “But I want to be with you alone.  How can we do that with her around?”

I whispered, “I’ll think of something,” thinking instead of how I just made a girl jealous of her mother.

Paulette was not shy in letting me know how much she enjoyed my touch, no matter how innocent or instructive the touch was.  She whispered in my ear, “Take me home and I’ll fuck you like no one ever had.”

“What about Cindy?” I whispered back, looking to make sure the girl was out of earshot.

“Don’t worry about her.  She knows more than you think.”

“What if she entered your bedroom while we were…?”

“So what?  It’s about time she learns about sex anyway.”

I couldn’t believe my ears.  Overcoming my shock, I imagined us fucking and Cindy crawling into bed next to us—an unholy threesome.  “And you want ME to be the teacher?”

“Don’t put it like that, but you know…it’s okay if she knows what’s going on.”

“By watching?”

“She’s done that already. I know she has,” she whispered.

And I certainly knew, too.

I returned the two ladies to their place, and of course was invited in.  I don’t know what Paulette told Cindy, but the girl slinked away and Paulette dragged me to the bedroom.  The woman didn’t seem to require foreplay.  She orally got me hard and immediately got on top of me and rode me cowgirl.  She was in her own nympho world, oblivious to me as she violently went up and down on my well-lubricated cock.  I watched her tits bounce so much I wondered if they’d hurt afterward.  I glanced toward the door, and sure enough there was Cindy, naked from the waist down and rubbing herself intensely.  I worried that mom would see her, but Paulette’s eyes were closed as she began to orgasm.

“Oh God!  Oh God-O-God-O-God-O-Goddddddddddddddddddddddd!” she screamed as her convulsing vagina walls clamped onto my cock and milked my cum right out of me.

Paulette collapsed to the bed in post-coital bliss, which allowed me to go to Cindy.  I slipped out of the bed and looked back at Paulette to see her lying on her stomach with one hand under her at her pussy and the other, unbelievably, at her mouth like she was going to suck her thumb.  I was safe for a while.

Out in the hallway, I scooped Cindy into my arms and took her to the living room sofa.  She stifled a giggle as I pulled off her shirt and sucked on her nipples one after the other.  In a whisper I said, “Did you like watching this time?  How about using your fingers?”

Like me, she whispered, “I think I like it better when you are on top.  I like watching you, you know, go in and out.  I think about what it might feel like in me.”

“We’ll have to talk about that sometime, but for right now…” I said before going down on her.  As I suspected, she was already wet when I dipped my tongue between the folds of her pink pussy.  Her immature clit wasn’t the easiest thing to locate, but locate it I did, and went to work on pushing her over the orgasmic cliff.  Like her mother, it seemed, she didn’t require much pushing.  “Sshhhhh” I whispered as she began cumming.  Sweet Jesus, did she taste good!

I hadn’t planned on it as such, but cunnilingus with Cindy got me hard again.  I ushered Cindy back to her bedroom and then went back to Paulette’s, where indeed I found her sucking her thumb like a baby.  No sooner did she realize I was in bed with her again, she reached for my cock, and finding it erect flipped over on her back and invited me between her splayed legs.  Sucking my cock as she had her thumb would be nice but would have to wait for some other time.  For now, I was content with nailing her again and wringing another screaming orgasm out of her.

As I came inside Paulette, I heard moans originating in the hallway.  Paulette heard them too.  “Cindy…dear…?” she said, then looked at me.  “Was that her…?”

“What did you expect?  For her to just stand there and watch?  Of course she’s going to masturbate.”

“But…” 

I knew she’d holler at the girl, so I butted in preemptively, “Don’t scold her.  She’s doing what comes natural, just like we were.”

“Don’t tell me how to treat my daughter,” she said, her tone not as belligerent as her words.

“I thought you said you wanted her to learn.  Invite her into bed with us and further her education.”

“Are you a pervert?” she asked.

I laughed.  “No, but damn it all Paulette, you yourself said that you knew she was watching, not just us but all the men you’ve had in this bed.  If that’s not perverted then nothing I suggest is.  I agree she needs to learn here, and not with some idiotic kid in the back seat of a car.”  Which isn’t the same as learning from a middle-aged surfer, I thought.

“Can we do it again?” Paulette uttered seductively while palming my cock.  I snuck a glance toward the doorway and winked at Cindy as she peeked around the jamb.  She gave me a surreptitious thumbs-up so I knew she’d heard our conversation.

While we fucked, I ruminated on why condoms were never suggested or required.  Paulette didn’t appear that stupid to be sleeping around with countless men without protection, so I surmised that no condom for me signaled she thought I was a ‘catch’ and that she was trying to get pregnant. I know I’m a good-looking man and fit for my age.  I have money, and seeing my car and watching me pay for restaurant tabs confirmed it for her.  Unbeknownst to anyone else except my urologist, money can also pay for a vasectomy.  After I passed a certain age I knew I didn’t want any mini-me brats loose in the world so I had the procedure done, with no regrets.  I’m shooting blanks, but Paulette didn’t have to know that.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Fill me! Fill me good! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she screamed as she came, her eyes closed and therefore not noticing that her daughter was naked and had joined us.

I whispered to Cindy as she knelt next to me, “Reach in here and feel me cum.”

Wide-eyed and nervous, she tentatively reached for my cock, halfway inside her mother’s vagina.  She showed surprise when she found the shaft wet and slippery, but didn’t hesitate to loosely hold on to it as I made my last few thrusts.

“Here…it…comes,” I grunted.

Feeling the pulsating throbs while I climaxed, Cindy groaned loudly, though she was drowned out by her mother’s continued wailing. You see, while she was holding onto my cock, I reached around and rubbed Cindy’s pussy.  She came when I did.  I felt her contractions as my hand was greeted with a spray of girl juice.  I made a show of moving my hand to my mouth and licking it.  Cindy giggled with laughter before changing completely and lunging at me for a kiss.  The passionate, post-coital kiss easily made me forget once more how old she was.

By the time languid Paulette came down from her orgasmic high and realized Cindy was with us, her daughter was hugging her and telling her how happy she was to be part of her adult life.

Mom asked, “Did you see it all?”

Daughter answered, “Oh yes, it was, like real cool.”

Paulette looked from me to Cindy and then back at me.  “Don’t get any ideas, big guy.  She may be cute and inquisitive, but she’s too young, so keep your hands off, you understand?”  I told her I got the message, which was ironic since while she was talking I had a hand on Cindy’s ass the whole time.

I climbed from the bed.  “I’ll leave you two to talk this out.  Let me know when you want the next surfing lesson.”  Paulette said she’d call, and as I collected my clothes Cindy gave me a quick wink and an even quicker peek at her cute little (and obviously moist) vulva.

In the next few days Paulette called me several times to tell me how great our sex was and how much she wanted more.  During one call she asked me if Cindy’s presence made me nervous.  My answer was that as long as it was okay with her it was okay with me.  “I just don’t want to be accused of anything, you know what I mean?” I said, and she let me know she understood my concern.

“She likes you, you know,” Paulette said.

“I like her too.  I just don’t want her to get between us and complicate things, since I like you too and want to see where this will go.”  During the rest of the call I heard the sultry changes in her voice.  The ‘get between us’ part must have hit home, I surmised.  Before terminating the call, I suggested that maybe it would be a good idea to teach Cindy to surf separate from my visits to her bed, “That way it won’t always be about sex and she can get to know me better.”  She agreed and so my purchase of Cindy’s virginity was now completed.

And Cindy was thrilled.  “You mean we can do it finally?” she asked when I picked her up the following weekend.

“Remember what we talked about.  Your hymen?  At first it won’t be as easy and fun like with me and your mother.

“Will it really hurt that much?”

“No, not really…well…only for a little bit, and I’ll make it go away fast,” I said, grinning.

“Okay,” she said, and we were on our way.

I let her surf, though it was more wiping out than anything.  Her mind wasn’t on surfing anyway.  I noticed her body wasn’t ‘thinking’ about surfing either; once when she wiped out her top dislodged a bit, and her nipples were darkly engorged and puckered stiff.  As I helped her reposition her top, I was having a difficult time not getting stiff myself.  At my house, she was out of the bikini quicker than you could say the word.  She wanted to drag me straight to the bedroom but I told her I wanted the rest of the day to be like a real, “grown-up” date.   She had her first taste of champagne, and although she crinkled her nose upon the first bubbly sip she said she like it.  I got out of my bathing suit and started up one of my favorite porn DVDs.  She was enthralled.  The video was a little older than the current crop of in-your-face porn so it was more romantic, had some semblance of a plot, and wasn’t all excruciating close-ups.  The plot centered on surfing, of course, and was set in an exotic location with plenty of hot bodies mostly fucking on the beach.  Within two scenes and two glasses of champagne Cindy was wide-eyed and dripping wet.

“Looks good, doesn’t it?” I said.

“This is so cool,” she uttered, her eyes still glued to the TV screen while her hand was at her vulva and softly rubbing. “Too bad we can’t, like do it on the beach.”

Too bad indeed.

I needed a ton of willpower to keep my hands off her and let her arousal build on its own.  My dick was standing up straight and tall, oozing pre-cum by the pint as I gazed at her flowering body.  Yes, she was in bloom.  Her young, still-forming body opened like a flower.  Her skin was flushed and red.  Her immature breasts were puffed out like they’d been filled with blood like my erection.  Likewise, her pussy lips looked dark and swollen too.  And of course her thighs had spread, I bet without her even thinking about it.  As another sex scene unfolded on the TV screen, she palmed my aching cock and looked up at me, pleading “Now, please!  Like that!”  The actors were doing it doggie style, and there must be something about that position which excited her.

I’d thought about this moment for a long time.  Do I nail her fast and destroy her hymen, getting the pain out of the way quickly, or do I go slowly, perhaps pop her cherry with a finger as foreplay, giving her an orgasm before my cock penetrates her for the first time?  I chose the latter, since we’d already discussed the challenge of her anatomy and she now had an idea of what to expect.  I never sugar-coated it and so she shouldn’t be surprised.

I got between her splayed thighs and tasted the sweet nectar that flowed from her.  I figured her copious wetness to be a genetic thing, since her and her mom both creamed much more than other women I’d been with in my life.  I sucked on her clit while pushing a finger into her.  She was so mesmerized by the hot (and loud) sex going on in the video that she wasn’t really paying attention to what I was doing.  That was until I began to shred her hymen.

“Owww, that hurt!” she cried out and pulled away.

“Relax, sweetheart.  That’s what I’ve been warning you about.  Remember when I explained virginity and a girl’s hymen?  I just broke yours with my finger because it would hurt much more if I did it with my cock.”  I used my t-shirt to soak up the blood, trying to make sure she didn’t see it and panic.  It wasn’t one of my favorite shirts so it was an acceptable loss considering what I was about to enjoy in return.  I stuffed it under the sofa and out of sight.

“I guess that wasn’t so bad as long as I don’t feel it again.”  The guy in the movie was in the process of giving his partner a facial, which recaptured Cindy’s attention.  “Why did he do that?”

“It’s just a sex movie thing,” I said, pondering an act I’ve seen dozens of times in porn movies but never thought about.  To me it’s a silly thing of showing that the man is boss, I think, and basically so they can showcase the cumshot.”

“Is that what they call it…when you, like squirt?”

“It’s what the people who make the movies call it.  People like to see the man cum outside.”

“Oh.” she muttered.

“Let’s quit talking and get back to business.”  I went back to work on her clit while assessing the ‘damage’ I’d caused.  Her hymen was gone, and pretty soon she was too, bellowing a wail as she climaxed one more time.  The final scene of the DVD was in a bedroom where the long-haired island girl was giving her young stud a blow job.  I remembered Cindy’s reaction to an earlier scene the girl was in, so I gathered she related to this girl in some way (her own internal image of herself as a young woman?)

“I want it in me,” she said just above a whisper, “but I’d like to learn how to do that too.”

“You should understand that if you do that to me, I’m going to cum quickly, I think.  Then to put it in you we’ll have to wait for a while because a man has to recuperate before he can get hard again.  And at my age that might not be today.”

She giggled. “You’re not old.  Would you like it?”

We shifted positions and with sidelong glances at the TV, she tentatively took me into her mouth.  She stopped as she tasted my pre-cum, like she was deciding whether it was good or not.  It must have appealed to her since she went back at me, the movie her running tutorial.  She got the hang of it and as she went faster, with her hand rubbing the part of my shaft that wouldn’t fit in her mouth, I warned her that I was close.

Cindy looked into my eyes, her lips wrapped around the head of my cock and her hand moving slowly over my saliva-wet shaft, and gave me the slightest nod along with a lip-vibrating “Umm-umm.”

I took it as an implicit yes and muttered that I was cumming.

The first rope went down her throat and scared the shit out of her.  While she choked on it, the rest of my load hit her face, her neck, and all over her chest.  I quickly poured her some more champagne to help her get over the choking spasms.  While she guzzled the glass down (along with my cum) I rubbed the rest over her body, especially around and over her tits.  She liked that.  While we talked about the experience I hustled her into the shower, not before noticing how glisteningly wet her inner thighs were.  While I cleaned spent semen from her young body she caressed my cock, probably willing it back to erection.  Looking at her and feeling her against my body like that worked its magic.

She made a sound like she whispered “Whoopieeeeeeee” and then said in a louder tone, “Can we do it now?”

We didn’t bother drying.  Still wet, I carried her to my bed and picked up a condom packet.  “I need to put this on,” I said, and she nodded her understanding.  Remembering what she’d said while watching the movie, I arranged her onto her knees with a couple of pillows under her, ready to go doggie.

Cindy purred, “No, not this way, the other way,” and moved onto her back with her arms outstretched to me.  Something in the movie changed her mind.

I propped her ass up on a pillow and got between her spindly, splayed legs.  I wondered about lubrication but a finger between her labia confirmed she was as wet as she could be.  “Are you ready?” I asked.  Her eyes were huge as she stared at my cock poised and looming above her like it was.  I placed my cock-head at her pussy and pushed inward an inch or two, and then she gasped.  “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

“A little,” she murmured.

“At your age you’re very small, so it’s tight down there right now but you’ll get used to it.” I put some saliva on my hand and spread the little bit of extra lubricant on the next few inches of my throbbing cock.  I penetrated her slowly, soliciting a few more gasps, and used my thumb to stroke her clit at the same time.  It took a while.  I saw the change in her eyes before I felt it in her vagina.  I was “in” and though extremely tight she was accommodating me.  And that’s when we began to seriously fuck.  I couldn’t rightly say she had multiple orgasms.  When she began to cum, she kept on cumming, wailing and crying out how good it felt.  Whether it was one big one or a string of several orgasms wasn’t worth me worrying about.  Amazingly I had two orgasms in her tight and throbbing vagina, and I can’t remember ever staying hard and doing two pops like that—ever!

Like her mother, she was insatiable.  I had to explain again about recuperation when she begged for more.  She was thrilled with the volume of semen within the spent condom and decided it would be fun to play with.  She poured out the warm spunk all over her chest and proceeded to rub it all over her chest.  Of course I helped her even though the massage of her nipples had her begging me to get it up and fuck her again.  With a bit more fellatio “training” to facilitate my recuperation another round was in the cards.

“The other way,” she breathlessly murmured as I was rolling on a new condom.  She meant doggie.

Oh God, she felt good as I slid into her.  ‘Slid’ might not be the right word since she was so damned tight, but oh that abundant natural lubrication of hers!

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she screamed as her vagina contracted and clamped down on my cock.  We hadn’t been at it for long but my cock must have been rubbing against her clit, or g-spot or something, perfectly. Her throbbing, convulsing vagina did it for me too.

“Cindyyyyyyy dear…I’m cumming tooooooooooo,” I bellowed.

Just like me cumming twice earlier, this too was a new phenomenon; her climax made me climax, and then mine gave her another, and I swear her second one drew more from me.

After she came down from her orgasmic plateau, she talked ceaselessly about how it felt and how much she wanted to do it again…and again.  I knew I had to get her home so we showered, dressed and conspired.  Because we’d discussed masturbation before and she admitted her mother had a vibrator, I told her she should ask her mom to buy her one.

“Do you think she will?  I don’t.”

I said, “If you tell her if she doesn’t get you one you’re going to let me fuck you.”

She giggled and said, “But you already did.”

“She won’t know that.  She knows you’ve been peeking at us so you thinking that way wouldn’t be much of a stretch.  She’ll buy you a vibrator right away rather than even think that you might come to me.  Then you can use the vibrator any time you want and pretend you’re with me.”

“That sounds cool!  You think she’ll be like, jealous or something, right?”

“You got it.”

The idea that she was getting something her mother wanted (me) and that if her mom knew she’d be jealous, had a smug, self-satisfied effect on the young, immature, now-deflowered girl.  On the drive to her home, I strongly reminded Cindy to keep our liaisons a secret.  After all, I didn’t want to go to prison over this but I made it sound like she’d be in trouble too.  I call that some insurance.

My next date with Paulette quickly ended up in bed.  She was hornier than usual, and that was saying a lot.  It was after our first rapid coupling she told me about buying Cindy a vibrator.  “She has a fixation on you, Duncan. You’ve excited her like you’ve excited me. She talks about you like she should be talking about boys her age.”

“I guess I’m flattered.  She is a cute little devil.”

“Don’t get any ideas,” she said playfully.

“Who, me? Why would I get ideas about your daughter when I have you?”

And that’s when we faintly heard the vibrator buzzing presumably from Cindy’s bedroom.  “There she goes,” Paulette wistfully said. “She’s growing up way too fast.”

Amid Cindy’s distinctive orgasmic wail, “Yeah, but you can say that about all kids nowadays.  I’m not a parent, but maybe the best thing is to make sure you’re doing the teaching instead of this fucked up world we live in.”

“How do I keep her away from boys?  Sooner or later she’s going to want that itch scratched.”

“Like I said, teach her.  Or better yet, learn from her.”

“What do you mean?”

“Would you want her to have unprotected sex?  Well, she sees us fucking but you don’t make me wear one.  What is she to think?”

“Okay, okay, I get it.  Teaching her.  Jesus, you make it sound like I should invite her into bed with us.”

“I’m not suggesting any such thing, but consider the possibilities.  She watches us and yet she’s learning from her imagination.  What if she learned from us how it should be and that includes safe sex?  This bed’s better than the schoolyard.”

“If I didn’t know better I’d think you were a pervert and wanted her yourself, but I know better than that.  You’re right about the schoolyard, Duncan.  My biggest fear is she ends up pregnant by some little pimple-faced duckweed without enough brain cells to get out of his own way.  I’ll have to give what you suggest some thought.”

And that’s how it was left.  We fucked again before I went home.  I saw how conflicted she was with me going bareback now, but that didn’t stop us.  I overheard the vibrator again as I dressed.

Cindy’s next surfing lesson didn’t include the beach.  No pretenses now, we went straight to my house and sucked and fucked for hours on end, until she said she was sore and reluctantly begged off any more coupling.  Afterward we talked about the plan and what the subsequently steps should be, that was if her mom took my suggestion.

The next time I was in Paulette’s bed she told me she was ready to try what I suggested.  When we heard the vibrator running, she went to Cindy’s bedroom and returned with the girl in tow.  According to our plan, Cindy wore a little lacy nightgown that based on its short length she outgrew a couple of years ago.  No panties of course, and damned if I didn’t see the rivulets of moisture dripping down her legs.  She played her role like she was vying for an Oscar, shyly saying hello to me and nervously looking at my dick and then looking away.

Paulette explained how she’d decided that since Cindy had spied on her enough already and that she was old enough to have sex she wanted her to learn the right way.

On cue, Cindy said barely above a whisper, “But Mom, we were told in school about…protection…you know…condoms.  How come you don’t use them?”

“I will from now on, sweetheart,” Paulette said, pointing out to her daughter the foil packets on the dresser top.

Like I was in a dream, I relaxed while mother taught daughter about oral sex.  Paulette sucked on my cock before turning the job over to Cindy.  With a wink only I could see, Cindy took me into her mouth acting out her inexperience admirably.  “You’re doing a good job, Cindy,” I said, then turned to Paulette and added, “Why doesn’t she take that off so she’s not shy about her growing body?  I promise I won’t touch her unless she wants me to.”

Cindy winked at me again as her mother slipped the nightgown over her head and off.  She looked all solemn as she said, “I don’t, like, have ones like Mom does.”

I glanced at Paulette to be sure I wasn’t going too far too fast before I said, “I think what you have is special.  You’re very pretty, Cindy.”

Her mouth went back to enveloping my aching cock.  She’d learned well what I taught her; lots of saliva with a little bit of hand action at the base of my shaft augmenting what her lips and mouth were doing.  I absently moved my hand down to one of her breasts and caressed it, keeping one eye trained on Paulette to make sure I was still in safe territory.  Cindy moaned at my touch and went faster, her eyes looking up at me in an incongruous mixture of innocence and seductiveness.

Paulette must have seen my eyes roll and said, “You’re gonna cum…” in some way to warn her daughter, but it was too late.  Cindy knew what was coming, although her mom didn’t know that.  I filled her mouth on the first shot then put a couple more all over her chin and chest.  Paulette was so engrossed with explaining to her daughter what had just happened that she never realized Cindy swallowed and didn’t choke, nor saw the knowing smile on Cindy’s face and the way she looked at me.  The two gals went off to ‘clean up’ and I lounged in bed imagining what future threesomes would be like.

That night was my first overnight stay.  Paulette was sleeping when Cindy snuck into the bedroom, kissed me passionately, and thanked me.

As if a sexual door opened within her Cindy showed more nymphomania than her mom.  She wanted it 24/7.  We’d meet at the beach, return to my house and fuck for hours until I was sore and couldn’t get it up any longer.

It took three more visits to Paulette’s bed with Cindy there before her penetration was up for discussion.  Cindy must have been bugging her mother tremendously for the chance to fuck me while mom watched.  The question in my mind was whether Paulette could put aside jealousy and insecurity to let it happen.  Finally, she did.  I swore Cindy could win an Oscar if someone hired her to act, she was that good.  She pretended virginity well enough so by the time she screamed and I filled the condom no further deception was required.  I had to recuperate and fuck Paulette to keep the mother-daughter jealousy at bay.

And that’s the way things went from then on.

Cindy and I had our fun at my house after our surfing. I bought her a board and a wetsuit after she promised she wanted to take my lesions seriously.  The mom, daughter and me threesomes became true threesomes.  To my surprise there was an Electra complex thing going as Paulette and Cindy began to play with each other while I was there.  Seeing how turned on I got from watching Paulette lick her daughter to amazing orgasms I wondered if it was simply their plan to arouse me and nothing more.  I guess I didn’t need to know if it was more than just foreplay for me.

Cindy was always thrilled by my preoccupation with her burgeoning tits.  Over time I commented on their growth before spending an inordinate amount of time sucking on them. She was always soaked after that so it was time well spent.

Months later I had my epiphany. What I set in motion had backfired in a way.  I was too arrogant in thinking that Paulette couldn’t hook me by getting pregnant, when in actuality she hooked me with the child she already had.  Or more accurately I’d hooked myself, though it hardly felt like I was trapped.  The two of them moved in with me and now I had two nympho fuck buddies any time I wanted.  No subterfuge required, at least within my little ‘family.’  Now who was the boy with the toys?

I think I can keep Paulette happy enough to keep myself out of jail.

 

 

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