“Tim..?”
Tim caught my implicit suggestion and raised himself and his spent, sloppy dick off Tanya’s back. As soon as he did this, I took her shoulder and rolled her onto her back — and climbed on and shoved my unsatisfied cock into her young pussy. No, she didn’t need any lubrication, and she didn’t need preparation. My cock slipped in without any difficulty, and her arms slipped around my back. And just like it was three months before, she held me tightly against her slight, naked body.
It didn’t take me long. I was so excited and she was so ardently appreciative that in just a few minutes I was cumming in her warm, wet, welcoming pussy. The release was heavenly, and it seemed like it went on forever. Or a minute, anyway. When my orgasm finally finished, I turned my face to T’s and kissed her on the nose. In return, she took my face between both hands and brought me to her and kissed my lips, the gentlest, tenderest kiss imaginable.
“Chase — I missed you, Chase. And I missed having you fuck me, I really did.”
I had to say something. “And I missed you, and fucking you, Tanya.” And I realized — I had.
I had forgotten how much I like fucking — and other things — with Tanya. It’s not that she’s the best lay I’ve ever had. Far from it (although she’s getting better with every try!). I think the reason is because she’s had almost no experience, and everything you do is so new to her, and she doesn’t conceal her delight at each new thing that she learns, or her appreciation of you for revealing it to her. And that’s why I like fucking — and stuff — with Tanya so much.
Then, unexpectedly, she giggled. I had to ask.
I looked her right in the eyes and smiled. “What?”
She giggled again. “I got a confession to make.”
“Oh, yeah — and what kind of confession?” I was genuinely curious.
“When I was back home — I… practiced. I put things inside of me and pretended that it was you or Tim — or sometimes both of you.”
In one sense, this didn’t surprise me in the least. Women — and guys — shove stuff up inside themselves all the time when they can’t get a real cock — and sometimes even when they can. So it wasn’t any surprise that a young girl like Tanya, especially one who had just discovered real sex, would want to experience more of it. But I was still curious.
“So, how did you do it? Like, what kinds of things…?”
“Well, my fingers, o’ course. But then stuff. Like my toothbrush. Or my hairbrush handle. Then I started ‘sper’menting with other stuff. Like there’s this bottle of lotion… and, oh, yeah, that shampoo bottle that Tim gave me last time…”
… and I remembered the bottle of Tim’s wife’s shampoo that Tim gave her, the shampoo that made her hair look so nice this time, and I remembered that the shape of the bottle was somewhat “suggestive,” almost certainly by design.
“… and o’ course carrots, but it was hard to grow any that were big enough — fat enough. But later the zucchinis started coming in in the garden, and some of them were pretty good.
“But the best thing was a flashlight I found. The zucchinis would get soft and mushy after a while, but the flashlight was just right, and it was about the size of your cock. Plus it never got mushy.”
I couldn’t help myself — I had to laugh at that final piece of information.
And when I laughed, Tanya instantly got embarrassed. I had to reassure her, “No, T, you didn’t say a single thing wrong. I was just laughing at the idea that the flashlight didn’t get mushy like the zucchini.” Then I thought I’d tease her a little. “Or like my cock sometimes, huh?”
She blushed at the thought, but then she felt that now it was she who needed to reassure me. She pushed my shoulder with both hands and said, “No, silly, you never get mushy.” But then she apparently thought about it and added, “Well, not too mushy to still feel good, anyway.”
This sounds dumb — corny, even — but I got this warm feeling, that she would be concerned about my feelings, and be wanting to reassure me. Amazing girl — young woman.
We all rested then. But for the next 18 hours or so, we did most — or at least a whole lot — of the things that two horny guys and an eager-to-learn young woman can do with and to each other.
* * * * *
Later the next morning we were just lounging around, resting from a lovely three-way that involved having my cock in Tanya’s ass while Tim was in mine, when Tanya started telling us more of what she’d been doing “since the last time.”
“Oh, yeah, there was this other thing, too. I was looking in the spare room at the store and found this box that had about eight or ten little plastic… boxes, like, and I wondered what… and then I saw that each one had two kind-of ‘wheels’ in it and that the wheels had this plastic ribbon running between them, and then I remembered that they were called ‘videotapes.’ And like there in the spare room was this old TV that had a slot or hole in the bottom, and I remembered that when I was little Grandpa would put videotapes of cartoons in there, like Snow White and Sleeping Beauty, and we’d watch ’em on the TV.
“So anyhow, I got a cloth and wiped the dust off the TV — there musta been ten years’ of it! — and plugged it in, and then I took one of th’ plastic videotape boxes — I dusted that off, too — and put it in the slot, but ‘turns out I had it in upside down the first time, but once I got it goin’ it started out right in the middle of… of, well, and man and a woman… and another man. So I looked at one of the other videotape boxes and saw that it had a label taped on it, and it said, ‘El and Dave #2,’ and then I remembered — Grandpa’d said his Navy friend was named Dave, and Grandma’s name was Elaine — ‘El..’ So what I was looking at was a tape of the three of ’em — Grandpa and Grandma and their friend Dave — doin’ sex.”