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Gina and Kathy (MF, 18teen, cons)
by Anonymous (1997)
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When I was a eighteen a girl named Kathy Radnor lived over on the next
street. Kathy was tall, perhaps 5'8", her hair was dishwater blonde,
cute green eyes and, as it turned out, very forward. She was a close
friend of my sister, and until one day, I only knew about her from
word of mouth, and being a teen-aged male, I never listened to
anything my little sister said. She was a surprising young woman.
One Friday during the summer vacation my sister wanted to go over to
Kathy's house to play cards, something she normally did most days. I
being oldest, was nominally in charge, and certainly responsible for
where Sarah could be found. Having nothing better to do, I decided to
go along. We played hearts for several hours, then about 2 o'clock in
the afternoon my sister went home, and that left Kathy and I, plus
Kathy's brother, a couple of years younger, by ourselves. Her
brother decided he wanted to go outside and play, and the two of us
were left alone. We talked for a while, then Kathy asked me if I
wanted to play some more cards. Normally I knew, they played canasta
or hearts, but with just two of us, they were more or less out of the
question. She thought for a minute, then said impishly, "How about
strip poker?" I looked to see if she was serious. She was. So I
agreed, after thinking about it a millisecond.
"Let's go to my room," Kathy told me, and we got up and I followed
her. We started off playing 5 card draw, and it didn't take long with
just two of us for things to get interesting. I quickly lost a series
of hands and was down to jeans and underpants. Then Kathy lost a few;
finally we were at the payoff time; no more shoes, socks, or other
extraneous items. Kathy lost again, and had to take off her blouse.
She unbuttoned it without embarassment and tossed it in the pile with
the rest of our things.
Even though all I could see was her bra, I had a boner to end all
boners. Kathy lost the next hand as well. I waited with baited breath
for her to take off her bra, but instead she shucked out of her
shorts. I could hardly keep my eyes off her crotch, but I couldn't
see anything beyond a few hairs sticking out around the edges of her
panties.
The next hand I lost my jeans, leaving me with just my shorts. Kathy
seemed pretty interested in the bulge I had there, too. Without
showing my concern, I was feeling desperate. But, she lost the next
hand and took off her bra. Her small tits stood out nicely from her
chest, her nipples a light rose, and all I could do was stare. Kathy
lost the next hand as well and was reluctant to take off her panties.
"How about double or nothing?" She asked.
"Pardon?" I replied, mystified.
"If you win, I'll let you take off my panties. If I win, we'll both
take off our underpants together." Now that's my idea of a no lose
situation, so we played again. She lost again. "Once more." She
said, "if you win, you can take my panties off and touch my pussy. If
I win, I'll take off your shorts and touch you." She lost again. I
steeled myself and slid off the bed where we had been sitting, Kathy
stood up too. "You won," she said, "take them off," gesturing at her
panties. I slid Kathy's panties down her legs, a truely incredible
feeling. She laid back down on the bed and spread her legs far apart.
"Go ahead," she told me, "look at me."
I moved to where my eyes were about a foot away from her crotch. She
pulled her pussy lips apart with her fingers and I looked over the
area with care. She stroked her clit with one finger. "This's my
clitoris, it is very sensitive and rubbing it feels very good." She
continued to stroke it a couple of times more, then said, "go ahead
and touch me if you want." So I touched her clit lightly with my
finger, then began to gently stoke her.
"How's that?" I asked after a couple of minutes.
"Mmmmm," She replied, "just a bit harder." In a second she was
starting to pant, breathing very fast. One of her hands holding her
pussy lips apart moved down and a finger slipped into her pussy hole.
"This is the place where rubbing feels the best!" She sighed, as she
started to work her fingers in and out. She came after a minute, and
lay looking at me. "That was nice," she sighed, and sat up, reaching
for me. She pulled down my jockey shorts saying, "Touch yourself" I
started beating my meat, and Kathy wrapped her fingers around my balls
feeling and stroking them. It didn't take but a second before I was
ready to come, and Kathy sensed it said, "would you like me to do it
for you?"
The thought of a girl whacking me off was something from my wildest
fantasies. I could only nod agreement. Kathy took my hot rod in her
hand and began to jerk me off. As I got close to coming I heard her
say, "Touch me too! Do me! Please! Do me too!" My fingers found her
clit, but after a minute or two of stroking it, I grew hot and bold,
and dipped my fingers into her crack, feeling around for the hole that
I knew had to be there. I knew I wasn't having much luck, but her
reaction kindled my emotions to an even higher degree, and eventually
I found the entrance I was seeking. Both of us were breathing hard,
and making noises of pleasure when we both started coming.
"Wow!" Kathy said after a moment of stillness on both our parts. She
looked at me with a soft, far away look. "That was nice."
Right then, her mother came home. We hastily dressed and I didn't
think her mother suspected a thing. Must have, though. Right after
that Kathy was grounded, no one could come over. I always wondered
later, if it was just me, or were there others? When school started
up that year I got calls at home, girls. They would ask for me and
when I answered the phone, they would tell me how much they wanted me
to touch them, make them come. I never knew who the girls were, but I
always suspected Kathy was the one who put them up to it. They would
hang up whenever I showed the least interest. I learned, sorry to
say, to lie to girls about how I felt.