East CoastbyR. Richard©
I live in San Diego; nice town. Along the north coast of San Diego is La Jolla; nicer than my San Diego. La Jolla is politically part of San Diego, but financially La Jolla is on another plane of existence.
One night, at a dance, I met a La Jolla girl. She was pretty, bright but not bubbly and seemed to be sort of apart from the rest of the La Jolla crowd. I talked with her for a while and I liked what I saw and heard. I pursued the matter and wound up dating Karen on a regular basis. I liked Karen, maybe even loved Karen a bit. However, there was some sort of deep dark secret in Karen's past. I tried to gently find out what the secret was but I never was able to make any progress. Even when I talked to other La Jolla girls I could never get any real facts, just that Karen had been involved with one Debbie in some mysterious way that caused her to be rejected by the rest of the girls. I could never get any solid info, but Karen and Debbie were rumored to be more than friends.
Valentines Day was approaching and I was trying to get some clue as to a suitable gift for Karen. Karen solved the problem.
Karen talked to me one night. She told me that there was something in her past that would probably cause me to walk away from her forever, but I had to know sometime.
Karen told me that she and some girl named Debbie had been in a lesbian relationship. 'Everybody knew,' but no one had any proof. Then Debbie relocated to the East coast, specifically Florida. Karen stared at me defiantly.
I asked if Karen were still involved with Debbie? Karen told me that the affair had ended and that she could not ever see herself with a woman again. I then asked if Debbie were still on the East coast. Karen answered that Debbie was still living on the East coast and intended to live there the rest of her life.
I told Karen that she had been in some sort of relationship, I already forgot what kind. The other person had moved away and wasn't coming back. What was the problem?
Karen hugged me. Then she backed away from me and said that there was 'one small problem.'
Apparently Debbie was a bisexual girl with some strange kinks. At some point in time, Debbie had literally saved Karen's life. At that point, Karen and Debbie entered into a lesbian relationship that Debbie initiated. Karen had mixed feelings, but went along. Now Debbie had a problem and Karen wanted to help to even the score once and for all.
I told Karen that I assumed that Karen thought I could help solve the problem.
Karen told me that Debbie was about to get married to some guy on the East coast. It was a financial necessity for Debbie and there was a lot on the line. Unfortunately, Debbie's only real sexual experience was with girls.
I could not believe what Karen must be telling me. If Debbie needed some male experience and Karen wanted to repay her debt, she was suggesting that I would fuck Debbie to prepare her for Debbie's East coast guy. Now, I have told you of my feelings for Karen. However there is this one phrase I have never really understood regarding girls. The phrase is 'too much pussy.'
I told Karen that I would do what she wanted, but only if it was what Karen really wanted and only if Karen helped.
Karen got up and walked back and forth for what must have been several minutes. She would start to say something and change her thought in the middle of a word. She finally turned to me crying and said: "Wha???"
I told Karen that I wanted Karen and not some East coast Debbie. If Karen had to help Debbie, then I had to help Debbie. But we would help Debbie, because I did not want Karen wondering what had happened between Debbie and me.
Karen finally grabbed me by the hand and led me into her bedroom. We both stripped and had the first really extended sex session we had ever had. We had fucked before, but it was always a sort of fuck and out the door type thing, scarcely more than the type of thing two 18 year-olds might have in the back seat of a car.
It was a long, slow fuck. Karen was excited and well lubed. I was also excited but I took my time. I got deep into Karen and then went deeper with each thrust. My thrusts were slow and deliberate to let us both realize maximum pleasure. As we continued, I felt Karen using her internal muscles to try to help. I got the idea that she was not too experienced but that she was willing. A couple of times I felt myself start up the hill to climax, but managed to avoid going over the cliff. The pleasure was incredible and there was just Karen and I, nobody else even mattered. After some time, I began to detect signs that Karen was getting close to climax. She had begun to make noises deep down in her throat that told me she was getting to the point where she wanted it as deep and hard as I could give it to her. I made a few more deep, hard strokes and Karen screamed a little scream as she went into climax. Karen also drew me into a shattering climax and I must have pumped a pint of cum into her.
Through that night, we developed a plan.
Debbie would fly into Orange County airport to the North. I would pick Debbie up and drive her to Karen's place. No one would know except Debbie, Karen and I. Then we would fuck Debbie until Debbie had enough experience to satisfy her. Debbie flew in on Valentines Day. The pickup and delivery went smoothly and I arrived at Karen's garage with Debbie, flowers and candy.
The girls embraced, but it did not seem too real. They went off into Karen's bedroom for a little pussy conference. They emerged and Debbie was a bit defiant. She wanted to know what the hell I thought was going to happen.
I pointed out that Debbie needed to know about men. Now she was trying to run a situation that only a man could run. Did her attitude make sense?
Debbie actually reeled back in shock. I told her that, if she wanted my help, she would go back into the bedroom and come out nude.
Both girls retreated into the bedroom. I got myself a drink and waited.
Debbie came back out butt naked.
I told her that I had said nude, not butt naked. I also told her that she and her little friend could just find themselves some see-through stuff that would fire me up.
The girls retreated back into the bedroom and both came out in see-through nighties. I made Karen come over and sit with me on a towel I had placed on the couch. I had Debbie strut over in front of us. I asked Karen if Debbie's tits were real? Debbie piped up that they damn well were real. I asked how I could know if I did not feel? Debbie strutted over and thrust her tits out saying, "Feel all you damn well like!"
I began to do just that. I asked Karen for her opinion and Karen timidly slid over and began to feel. I asked if Debbie's tits were real. Karen said that they were real and Karen was an expert, having tits herself.
I then asked Debbie how I was going to evaluate her pussy with all the clothes in the way. Debbie was wearing a tiny triangle of see-through material to cover her wet pussy. Debbie gulped and said, "I am so hot and wet, fuck me!"
I said, "First the examination."
Debbie peeled off the tiny panties and came over for my examination. I felt the lips outside of her pussy and then put my two fingers inside her pussy. Debbie was so dripping hot that it felt like I was dunking my fingers in warm motor oil. I then told Karen, "Debbie is ready, let's go show her how a man does it."
Debbie gaped at us in disbelief. Her expression was clear: "The two of you?"
I marched Debbie into Karen's bedroom. I told Debbie to lie on the bed. I also got on the bed and put Debbie's legs over my shoulders; I wanted complete control. I slid my throbbing cock deep into Debbie. I directed Karen to Debbie's near tit. I then told Debbie that she was not to lie there like dead meat, "Move your tight little ass!"
Debbie started to do a little wiggle. The wiggle kept her occupied and took her mind off climaxing right now. I continued to stroke hard and deep. Debbie forgot to wiggle and I told her to start wiggling again. Debbie did the best she could but she was not really used to the action of a man stroking his cock inside her. In a flash, Debbie climaxed with me fucking her pussy and Karen lapping her tit. I did not let up and told Debbie, that her first game was going to be a doubleheader. Debbie tried to thrust back against my hammering fuck, but she was tired and disoriented. Then suddenly Debbie tried to say something, but she was in the middle of her second climax. She did not have the urgency that Karen had displayed during our first big fuck and I thought I knew what was happening. The fucking and the licking brought Debbie to multiple climaxes. Each stroke brought a new climax. I actually had to will myself to cum because the message was not really getting from Debbie to me. Afterward, I withdrew from Debbie and Karen and I let her sleep.
Karen and I went out into the living room and talked. After a time, a towel wrapped Debbie came out of the bedroom to retrieve her tiny see-through panties. I told her that she was to come back with only the see-through top on.
When Debbie came back. She was dressed as ordered. I told her to serve Karen and I some stuff Karen had set out in the kitchen. Debbie brought back some kind of pastry. She set the dish in front of Karen and I.
I asked 'the maid' what she thought of being fucked by a man? Debbie gulped and said that she had enjoyed it and even climaxed. Then, after a pause, she added 'several times.'
I told her that her man would want to experience a bit more activity when he fucked. Debbie would need to work on her hip action and on holding the cock that was inside her. I then asked her what else might her man want?
Debbie gulped and said that she thought that her man would want to share her with others. I heard Karen gasp beside me. I told Debbie that she would need to train herself to fuck longer and harder. She would also have to learn to get a man ready to fuck her. I asked if Debbie knew how to suck cock?
Debbie flinched and just said no.
We went back into the bedroom. I made Debbie strip and then Karen and I took turns feeling Debbie until Debbie was turned on again. I then made Debbie suck my cock hard with a lot of direction from me.
When I was erect, I climbed onto the bed and started to fuck Debbie again. Debbie was tired and tried to just lie there. I told her to show me some activity. Debbie tried and we quickly got to the point where Debbie faked a climax. I let her get away with it, but told her that she would be punished for her fake.
Karen and I left Debbie in the bedroom.
Karen was shocked at the idea that Debbie would be shared. I told Karen that maybe her boy would share Debbie with other men, but Karen was going to be mine alone. That seemed okay with Karen but she started to point out that I was fucking Debbie. Then she remembered that she was the one who asked me to fuck Debbie.
I told Karen that I thought that Debbie could take one more big fuck. I told Karen that Debbie was going to fuck me doggie style. Did Karen want her pussy eaten while Debbie was getting fucked? Karen said no, that she did want me to finger fuck her so that I would not forget who my real girlfriend was. I did exactly that and Karen and I French kissed while my fingers were busy in Karen's pussy. I brought Karen off quite nicely in a fairly short time.
Karen and I then rested while Debbie took a little nap. Karen told me that she was not too jealous of me fucking Debbie, but if the chance came up, Karen would like to be the 'slut maid.' I had wondered what the effect of watching me fuck Debbie would have on Karen. It appeared that Karen wanted to be at least a make believe sex slave. We would explore that after Debbie left.
Debbie woke and nude Karen served us supper. I would have had Debbie do the task, but she was a bit too shaky to trust with the food. Nude Karen was not at all afraid to show herself and I could see a lot of hot sex in my future.
I fucked Debbie one more time before we all went to bed. Karen did not want Debbie to eat her pussy, but made Debbie watch as Karen fingered her own pussy as I fucked Debbie doggie style.
Debbie worked hard and wiggled me into some excitement. However, I was not able to cum again, after two earlier fucks. When Debbie did climax, I faked it and then we all slept.
In the morning (actually it was more like noon), I made nude Debbie serve the brunch Karen made. We then went back to the living room and I made Debbie suck me up and then mount my hard cock face-to-face style as I sat in a wooden chair. Debbie rocked back and forth as I played with her tits. My dick was buried in Debbie's pussy and she had to do all the work. I could feel her try to use her internal muscles, but she needed more work before she would really be strong enough to do it alone. I started to rock my pelvis a bit to aid poor Debbie and Debbie made a major effort to bring me off. What actually turned me on enough to cum a tiny bit was the sight of nude Karen sawing at her own pussy with two fingers.
After Debbie finally climaxed, the two girls went off to the bedroom and stayed for hours. When they came back, Debbie was naked and Karen had on her riding outfit, less the pants. Karen rode naked Debbie for a very short time, and then Debbie was ordered to suck me up hard. I then fucked Karen in front of Debbie, as it was now Debbie's turn to saw at her own pussy with two fingers. The excitement of fucking my own Karen again was enough to bring me off for what was to be the final time. To my surprise, Karen made Debbie eat Karen's cum filled pussy.
We had a bit of a talk after that. Debbie booked a very early morning flight out of Orange County and we talked.
Debbie thought that she could now satisfy her groom-to-be. She said the she still needed to work on building up her internal muscles and maybe a bit on endurance. However, Debbie thought that she could always suck her husband's cock if all else failed.
The girls talked for some time, while I watched a movie on DVD.
That night I had Karen in the bed with me while Debbie slept in the guest bedroom. I did manage to fuck Karen one time. The last thing she said before we went to sleep was that when I got back she would show me how a real woman could satisfy me, instead of some bisexual bitch. I managed to murmur that Karen was my lady now and forever.
In the morning I drove Debbie back to the airport. It was a brief goodbye mainly because all I wanted to do was get back to Karen. I knew Karen wanted to make sure that I was still hers and I could hardly wait!
However, there did remain the problem of a Valentine's Day gift for next year. Oh well, time for that later.