A Quiet Friday – His Story (Part 4){revised}

A Quiet Friday Part 4 – His Story

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I squeezed my first ejaculation forcefully into Susan’s hand. Then a second, and a third, and several more before the semen finally dribbled down my hand onto my pubic hair. It all happened so quick. My orgasm was over. I was totally spent, my heart pounding, and my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

She lay her head on my chest, and we talked quietly as a deep feeling of fatigue descended over me. I rolled away onto my side and drew up my legs. She kissed my shoulder and then my cheek, covered me and tucked me in. Just as I had done for her, not long before.

“Sleepy-time.” — were the last words I remember her saying.

She left her panties on the pillow to guide my dreams and for me to find when I awoke.

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Part-4

When I opened my eyes, Susan was lying behind me her arm draped over my chest. For a moment, I didn't know where I was. My mind raced. Then the scent of Susan’s panties lying on the pillow next to me brought this morning’s activities flooding back. I could feel her breath on the back of my neck.

Finding myself in bed with Susan, I was glad I had had the foresight to buy condoms. I had lingering doubts. However, there was little doubt about what Susan wanted. The question was whether I had the nerve to do it.

“Hey, Sleepyhead. That was quite a little nap. Does one little orgasm always put you out like that?”

She neglected that it had been my third orgasm in less than 24-hours and a big one at that. I didn’t answer. She was being playful — feeling more confident and obviously enjoying being in bed with me. I liked feeling her warm body next to mine.

I asked, “Well. Was it what you expected?”

“Pretty much Kathy told me it would be warm and sticky, and I knew how much to expect. But, she didn’t tell me you’d squirt more than once. Is that how it works?”

“Uh-huh.”

She softly mused, “I liked seeing what the orgasm did to you, making you squirm and shake.” She paused for a moment, “And, feeling your cum shoot into my hand.”

“Feeling your finger tips put me over the edge.”

“Doesn’t Barb?”

“No. We haven’t played that game since we were dating.”

“She said she had a special treat for you last night.”

I was surprised she knew, but talking with Susan about sex really turned me on.

“Yeah? What did she say?”

“said she was gonna ‘drain your tank’, so you wouldn’t give me any trouble today. Said it would make my day easier and yours too.”

“She said that!”

“Uh-huh. She wouldn’t tell me what she planned to do. But she said you were gonna like it. Did you?”

“Like it. I loved it! She made me come like a mule. Twice!”

“How?”

“Well, first time she used an ultra-thin condom on me. I came quick and hard.”

“Then you did it again?”

“Uh-huh. This time without a condom and she really did 'drain my tank'.”

“Well, all that didn’t seem to slow you down this morning. You had plenty left to give me a big warm handful.”

I didn’t answer but thought to myself, ‘Yeah Sue, and there’s more where that came from’.

“like my little panty trick?”

“Yeah. It made me feel all tingly. As I was coming, all I could think about was you.”

“You mean having your little ‘dickie’ up inside me. Don’t you?”

I didn’t know what to say, so she went on. “Why not admit it? It was all I could think about when you had your finger up inside me.”

The conversation was moving too fast. I felt my pulse racing. Suddenly I was feeling anxious, unsure if I could really do it. So I tried to cool things down.

“So, now we’re even! Hey, I’m starved. Want some lunch?”

She must have realized I desperately needed a time-out, because she agreed, and we both got up and dressed. I was feeling a mixture of fear and excitement as I went into the kitchen to fix lunch. She wandered out to the porch. As I worked on lunch, my mind settled. In the safety of the kitchen, I regained my nerve. Feeling more sure of myself and more in control, I resolved to see this through. It was a fantasy I had had for a long time.

I brought out deli meat, bread, pickles, a small bag of chips, mustard and two plates, napkins and silverware. We were both hungry, having had no breakfast. So, we dug in, eating in silence. Halfway through lunch she piped up,

“How about a beer!”

Susan wasn’t quite drinking-age, but given our morning activities, and my expectations for the afternoon, that hardly seemed relevant. I poured us two frosty glasses of Genny Cream Ale, thinking a little alcohol might be just what we both needed. She smiled as we clinked glasses. I was just beginning to plan how I would make my move, when she sprang a surprise on me.

“Look what I found.” she said, setting a familiar 12-pack of Trojans on the table.

My heart nearly stopped.

“Where did you get those?!” I demanded, as if I didn’t know.

“Your night table.” she responded nonchalantly.

“Susan! You shouldn't be going in other people's bedroom!” I tried but failed to sound upset. She ignored my faux-reproof and simply went on

“Last night when I took my shower, I found a condom wrapped in a tissue right on top in the wastebasket, where you put them when your done with my sister.”

I could only stare, mouth wide open.

“I thought she was on the pill!?”

I mumbled, “She stopped last month. They made her feel sick, and she was gaining weight.”

“Then this morning, one from last night, full of your cum. So, when you took your little nap, it wasn’t hard to find your stash. And, here we are!”

She was ready, but I felt a pit in my stomach.

Stalling for time, I settled into my chair, picked up my beer and took a sip.

She picked up the box, “There’s eight left. I counted. Think my sister would notice if one ‘went missing’?”

A jolt of adrenaline rushed through me. She was making her move. I lamely countered,

“If you want some, I can tell you where to buy them without a lot of questions.”

“Thanks, but you know that's not my point.”

She held up the box, “So? Are you interested?or not?”

Her cards were on the table. It was my move.

“Yeah. I am.”

“Good. I thought so.”

And, that was it. We’d committed ourselves to an afternoon of adultery. It happened so quick. I had no idea it would be so easy. She set the box of condoms on the table, slipped one out, playfully turning it in her fingers. She shyly bit her lip as if the condom was meant to tease me. I smiled. Somehow, her playfulness put me at ease. I was ready.

“OK, Sue. Let’s clean up and put things away.”

We cleared the table. Susan did the dishes while I re-wrapped the cold-cuts and put them in the fridge. I went to the porch to gather the crumbs and wipe the table. Back at the sink, I rinsed out the dishcloth. Susan came up behind me and put her arms around my chest, kissing the back of my neck. I turned and took her in my arms.

“Susan. We need to talk.”

She looked at me as if waiting for an unwelcome lecture.

I continued, “When Barb told me you were coming for the weekend, I thought about today and I hoped this would happen. So, the next day, I stopped at the CVS and bought a box of condoms. They’re in the night table next to your bed.”

She led me to the bedroom, and we sat on the bed. Susan opened the drawer and took out the white and blue box, putting it on the bed between us.

“They’re special. I’ve only ever used them twice.”

“Last night with Barb?”

“No. Long ago. Both times with a girl I knew in high school.”

“So, what makes ‘em so special.”

“I’ve tried lots of brands. These are expensive, but they're the closest thing to using nothing at all – for both of us. Go ahead, open them. I bought them for you.”

She took off the cellophane wrapper and opened the box. Out came three little blue capsules.

“Can I show you something else?”

She nodded. I got the box of Emko from Barb's night table. When I returned, I opened the box and slid the contents part way out, an aerosol can of spermicidal foam and a plastic applicator.

“What is it?”

“The contraceptive Barb uses.”

“And, you want me to use it?”

“Yeah.”

She nodded, “OK.”

“This is your first time. Isn't it.”

“Yeah.”

“But, I put my finger in you this morning and”

She cut me off, “Yeah, I know. Kathy and I had a little ‘grand opening party’. We both wanted to get it over with, but it’s too hard to do it to yourself. So, we used her mother’s dildo. I did her and she did me.”

“You broke your hymen?”

“No, she did! It didn’t hurt that much and there wasn’t much blood. So, I don’t know what all the fuss is about.”

“So, I guess we each got ready for today.”

It was time. I went back to the porch, picked up the box of Trojans, came inside and double locked the front door. Susan came close to me putting her arms around my neck, “Well sweetheart. Ready?”

I put my arms behind her back. We stood there as she slowly she moved her head toward mine inviting me to kiss her. Our lips touched ever so lightly. After a few tentative kisses, she tilted her head to the side and our passion began to flow.

With arms still around her, I leaned back to look in her eyes. “Susan, I can’t wait to make love to you.”

“And, I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

I glanced at the clock. I could see in the semi-darkness that it was almost 12:15. Barb wouldn't be home until about 5:30, so we had lots of time — at least four hours before we would need to clean up. There was no reason not to take our time. But sex seems to follow its own schedule – always over too soon.

I sat down on the bed and began to arrange the things we would need on the night table. Susan sat down alongside me.

“Robert. Don’t worry, no one’s ever gonna find out. It’s our little secret, forever.”

I brushed her hair behind her back, turned her face toward me and kissed her. Susan snuggling alongside me, returning my kisses, and placing her hand on the lump in my pants.

I pulled two tissues from the box under the table, folded them and placed them on the table. Then I put two little blue capsules on them. Then I took the can of foam and the applicator out of the box. I shook the can, removed the cap, positioned the applicator and gently pushed it down. The plunger rose as the applicator filled. I placed it on the table.

She put her arm around me, turned my face toward her and our mouths joined in long deep kisses. I caressed her breasts through her shirt and bra. My kisses moved to her face and neck. She closed her eyes and her body gave a little shiver. Every woman is unique. I was sampling the taste of Susan’s skin for the first time. I gently slid my hands under her shirt, reached behind and unhooked her bra.

Now, my fingertips caressed her breasts. They were small, but her nipples were already erect. After a few moments, she lifted her shirt over her head and I removed her bra. She removed my shirt, then back into my arms for more kisses. This time, I gently probed her lips with my tongue. She parted her lips and let my tongue intertwine with hers. I lightly ran my fingers down the side of her face, then her neck to her breasts. She let out a soft sigh. Then with one hand supporting her back and the other gently pressing on her breasts, I pushed her onto the bed. I caressed and kissed every part of her naked upper body – for the first time fondling and sucking her dainty breasts – more little shivers, as I suckled each nipple.

“Ummmm, feels nice.”

I knew it did and I took my time letting her enjoy the feeling of my mouth on her breast, while I caressed her arms and abdomen. She pressed her breast against my mouth, her body squirming and beginning to quiver.

I ran my hand down the front of her shorts to her crotch. Her legs were open and I began massaging her pussy. She was already wet, so I unzipped her shorts and slipped my hand under her panties. I was anxious to touch her sweet pussy again, and she seemed anxious to be touched. I focused my attention on her wet labia. She pushed her pelvis up against my hand forcing my middle finger into her slit. Her body quivered again and she took a deep breath.

My penis had been erect since we started, laying along my abdomen and nearly poking out of my pajamas. She began fumbling with the draw-string waistband. I left my pussy fingering long enough to open it and take her hand, slipping it inside my undies until it rested on my bare penis. I was surprised how exciting it was to feel her cool little hand touch me. Maybe I was wrong to think I was beyond such adolescent thrills.

“God. You’re so hard and so warm.”

In time, she slipped off my pants, lifting the elastic waistband over my erection. Once I was naked she wrapped her thumb and forefinger around me. I expected her to start stroking, but she just held me, taking my glans between her lips.

I exhaled, “Oh, Sue.”

She did it again, this time deeper. She didn’t have to ask if I liked it. My reaction told her everything. It felt so good she was gonna make me come, so I had to stop her.

“Susan. That’s enough. Let’s save it.”

She let me scooched down until I was kneeling on the floor between her legs. After some preliminary kisses on her inner thighs, I hooked my fingers over the waistband of her shorts and panties.

“Lift.”

I slipped them down and off over her feet. Then I kissed her feet and legs as I slowly made my way back up all the way to her pussy with its garland of black hair. Her breathing got faster as I ran my tongue along her slit, finally lightly touching her clit. I continued crawling up her body sprinkling little kisses on her abdomen and breasts until I was lying on top of her kissing her lips, my erect penis dangling between her legs. I lifted myself, and this anxious little girl spread her legs wide and lifted her pelvis for me to enter her.

“Easy sweetheart.”

I motioned for her to get in the middle of the bed. Then I crawled alongside her and slipped the top sheet up over us. My rock-hard penis pressed against her leg. I propped my self up, so I could look down at her face. I stroked her soft pussy, as we kissed, just as I had this morning when I masturbated her – this time slower and more gentle, my purpose only to get her close, but not to make her come. As my foreplay began to have its effect, her eyes slowly closed as her breathing grew heavier and faster. I wanted to get her close, so she would come when I was inside her.

“It feels so good. I think I’m gonna come.”

“No, sweetheart. Just relax and let me get you ready.”

“Time to put a condom on you?”

“Lemme do your contraceptive first.”

I reached over to the night table and picked up the applicator. She held the sheet up for me and spread her legs.

“Susan, hold your lips open.”

As she did, I placed the tip of the applicator between them.

She flinched, “Ooh. It’s cold.”

I let her settle before sliding the tip of the applicator along her slit until I felt her vagina. I pushed gently. Her body tensed, as I began to apply pressure. It wouldn’t go in at first. I kept the applicator firmly on her opening as I lightly kissed her lips. With patience and a little coaxing, it slipped in. I gently pushed the applicator up inside her, watching her expression. It needed to be close to her cervix. Some girls are very sensitive, so I was careful.

“Tell me when you feel it.”

I kept going until she exhaled, “OK. I feel it.”

I withdrew the applicator slightly before delivering the dose of spermicide.

“Ummm. I can feel it. That’s where you’re gonna come, isn't it?”

“Uh-huh. Just before I come, I’m gonna push deep inside you, the tip of my penis close to your cervix. You’ll feel me ejaculate four or five times, just like this morning.”

She smiled, “C’mon. Your turn.”

I rolled onto my back and pulled down the sheet. She sat up next to me and picked up the capsule.

“Here. Let me open it for you.”

I squeezed the Fourex capsule until the seal snapped, then twisted the two halves apart. The wet lamb-skin condom fell on my belly. I unfolded it.

“Here, take the end with the blue band and slide it on like a glove.”

I held my penis for her, my whole body tingling with excitement.

“That’s it. All the way down. Perfect.”

She lay back down alongside me and opened her legs. I moved between them, positioning myself for missionary, my penis dangling between her legs.

Her fingers were guiding me.

“Draw up your knees a little more.”

I got closer to her. She placed my penis between her labia. A little searching to find the spot before urging me forward. I felt my glans beginning to enter her, pushed and felt her vagina accepting me. Once the tip slipped beyond the outer ring of muscles, she moved her hands onto my hips. That tight little circle of muscles caressed me all the way, making me quiver with excitement. Inside felt warm and welcoming. Oh, sweet Jesus, I was on my way to heaven.

She rotated her hips, taking me still deeper. Her warmth engulfed me. She had taken my full length — only stopping when my pubic bone rested on hers. She looked up at me her mouth wide open. I think she liked it. I gazed into her eyes.

“Oh, Susan. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

She responded, “Me, too. I can’t believe the way it feels.”

We kissed first lightly, then more hungrily, savoring the moment. I held myself deep inside her, not wanting to move so it would last longer. But, soon we both began little involuntary movements, her expectant eyes looking up into mine. My movements soon developed into short-little strokes, maybe half an inch of withdrawal followed by penetration until I pressed against her again. As my strokes lengthened, Susan closed her eyes and pushed her head back into the pillow. She made delicious noises as she exhaled and gave a little grunt as she took each thrust. Soon she was holding onto my arms and raising her pelvis to force me deeper.

She was so tight and so warm, her young vagina was quickly doing its work on me. I closed my eyes and began to tremble. I didn’t want to come so soon, so I stopped just holding still inside her, my head alongside hers trying to regain myself.

“Are you coming?”

“No, trying to hold it back.”

She pulled my lips toward hers, and we began to kiss.

Then she whispered, “Don’t hold it back.”

I tried to resist, but her kisses excited me and without wanting to I started pumping again. Once I did, she relaxed her grip on me. I tried to stroke more slowly – to make it last – but her vagina felt even tighter than before.

She softly urged, “Sweetheart. Let it go.”

What had begun as slow strokes, quickly developed into deep thrusting. I was enthralled, watching the expression on her face, taking her scent, hearing her react to each thrust and feeling her warmth. These subliminal signals were all directed to a place deep in my subconscious. She held onto my arms again as she watched me begin to lose the struggle. I hoped she was ready. My rhythmic pussy pounding got harder and faster. With each thrust, I grunted and she cried out. I couldn’t protect her now. She was gonna experience how an animal close to coitus behaves and how it ends. She held on tight as my thrusts became more violent. My body became tense, my muscles stiffening and my breathing labored.

I could feel the semen building up at the base of my penis. My legs began to tremble, my thrusting became irregular. Only a few more seconds. I closed my eyes and tried to hold on. But, I was slipping down the rabbit hole. I delivered a final thrust and stopped, holding myself deep inside her.

“Uuuuugggghhh.”

My whole body convulsed and urethral muscles clenched squeezing out the first large bolus of semen. I held her tight letting out another guttural grunt as my orgasm broke over me like a giant wave. Then a quick stroke, pushing even harder and deeper for a second strong ejaculation. After that, I just held myself as deep as I could, pulling down on her shoulders and grinding my pelvis against hers, rocking from side to side, as a series of spasms pushed more semen into her. The ejaculations began to fade, each becoming a little less intense. Susan held me close the whole time and for a long while after. She hadn't come, but my orgasm was over. I was completely spent and felt myself drifting into the expected post-coital haze.

“Susan, that was amazing.”

“Yeah. It was pretty intense.”

I was done and instinctively began to withdraw.

“Not yet. Stay inside me.”

She enjoyed the feeling of my erect penis inside her. But, my sexual fires were quenched, all that uncontrollable lust had evaporated – gone without a trace. But, I did as she asked. In fact, her tight warm vagina felt nice.

But after a few minutes, I told her we needed to remove the condom, so it wouldn't slip off inside her. She reluctantly released her hold on me. I withdrew, removed the condom and took a deep breath to gather my strength. I still owed her. She had been amazingly patient.

“Susan, get ready! Now, it’s your turn.”

She was eager for more. I kissed her lips, her neck, her breasts, her abdomen, then the inside of her thighs. Dragging her over until her legs dangled over the side of the bed. I retrieved the handkerchief to wipe away as much of the nasty-tasting spermicide as I could. Then I penetrated her with my handkerchief-wrapped finger, refolded it before wiping her slit again. When that was done, I held her open, so I could caress her inner labia with my tongue.

She startled, “Oh god”

I firmly grasped her arms just above the elbow to steady her. Every woman’s reaction to cunnilingus is a little different. Like her big sister, Susan fought it. As she approached orgasm, her body writhed, a mighty struggle with her daemons. Toward the end, her body tensed, and her legs began to tremble. Stronger than Barbara, I could barely hold her down. She was like a tightly coiled spring. Finally, she arched her back crying out, “Oh, no, no, no”. Orgasm came as a convulsive series of spasms, her young body enthralled in sexual ecstasy.

I played her orgasm as long as I could, easing her down and then penetrating her with the tip of my tongue to take her to another peak. Finally, desperate for respite, she begged me to stop.

I had given her the best cunnilingus I knew. My reward, she held nothing back. I had resisted my own post-coital fatigue to please her, but I could resist it no longer. I crawled up alongside her, quickly sprinkling her body with kisses before taking her in my arms. We were both hot and sweaty, but I pulled up the top-sheet anyway to keep us snug and warm when our sexual fires cooled. She tasted herself on my lips as we lay in each others arms, sinking ever-deeper into post-coital bliss, enjoying the shared warmth of our entwined bodies.