The Rub/Chapter Four
The Rub
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Chapter Four
“Girls get horny just like boys.” I explained to Tracy, “There are things they find exciting and it just happens. Why do you ask?”
“Because of this,” She parted her legs and showed me a wet spot in her gusset about the size of a pound coin that soaked through her gusset. Now that excited me. I hoped my groan wasn’t loud enough for her to hear. However, my cock jumped and lifted the covers, so I raised my knees so it wouldn’t be so obvious.
“Sweetheart, that’s what happens when girls get excited or horny like you said. Boys go hard when they get horny.”
“I rub myself a lot when I get like that. I can’t help it,” she told me and I watched her hand creep over her thigh and hover near her gusset like she wanted to squeeze it, “Mum says it’s nasty but I do it anyway.”
“It is not nasty. Banish the thought. Every girl gets wet when she’s excited and they enjoy rubbing themselves; preferably in private.”
“Mum goes mental when she catches me with my hand in my knicks.”
“You’re at the age when the feelings get so strong sometimes, you can’t ignore them,” I explained, “Your mum did the same thing when she was your age and it’s not nasty in any way. She’s not ready for you to grow up and her insecurities are evident when she scolds you.”
“There’s no way mum did it. But Rich, I do it all of the time... and… and I think of things… really naughty things, and it makes it feel better.”
“We all think of things. They’re called fantasies. I know you may find it hard to believe, but I masturbate, that’s what it’s called, you know. I frigged a lot when I was your age. It’s normal and it’s natural and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. My friends and me did it while we watched each other to see who could squirt first. We also looked at picture magazines and told nasty stories and talked about the things we wanted to do while we played with ourselves. In fact, I still masturbate a lot.”
She bit her lip, gave me sly little smile like it was something she wanted to hear me say. Then she grinned and avoided my eyes when she asked, “What do you think about when you do it?”
“When I was young I thought about naked girls, but recently I only think about this sexy girl I know.”
“Is she naked when you think about her?”
“Of course she is and I’m naked too.”
She squirmed when I told her that and pushed her hand against her gusset and asked, “When you’re naked, are you… are you like... doing things with her?”
“Yes, and some very naughty things at that.”
In a much lower, husky voice she asked, “Are they like... sex things?”
“It’s very personal, but yes, we are doing sex things together.”
Unconsciously, she squeezed her fingers into her split and asked, “Do you get tingly when you think of those things?” When she realized where her hand was she quickly pulled it away but it didn’t escape my notice. My eyes were fixed on the wet spot which had doubled in size and was rapidly growing.
“Well, yes, you could say I get tingly, but you know boys are a bit different. You know about erections and when boys get hard it feels sort of tingly.”
Even though I tried to hide it, the tent in the covers was still noticeable and I saw her eyes focus on it and she whispered, “Are you thinking about sexy things now?”
“Yeah, just thinking or even talking about it will make me go hard.”
“When you think about sexy things, you want to play with it don’t you? You know, frig yourself.”
“Masturbate? It’s also called tossing or wanking and yes, yes I do.” Truth in fact, my hand had moved south and was close enough to my cock to take it in hand, but I tried to hold it back.
“Rich, do you think it’s wrong if I think about you and you’re naked?”
“No, I don’t think it’s wrong and I’m quite flattered. I hesitate to mention it, but I think about you too… and your naked.”
“You think about me when you’re like, well, like when you’re playing with yourself, err, masturbating?”
“Yes, I do and it feels really good.”
“Are we naked and… and like doing sex things?”
“It’s pretty explicit and I have no business thinking, yet alone telling you about it.”
“Can’t you like, tell me just a little? Please, just little...” And she tucked her hand into her crotch again and either didn’t seem to notice or wanted me to this time.
“Love, they’re fantasies that you were never meant to learn about. I shouldn’t have mentioned it to you. If I told you, you would think I’m a twisted pervert.”
“No, Rich, no I won’t…,” Then her voice became very low and hoarse, “‘Cause I think about… I think about doing really nasty things with you... really nasty things. Jenny knows ‘cause I’ve told her about them.”
“What did she think?”
“She thought it’s wicked and…,” then her voice got very low and confidential, “She told me some things... she wants to do… with you.”
“Me, like what? What did she tell you?”
“I shouldn’t tell you... but she thinks about you a lot,” and her voice became very low and husky again, “When she plays with herself.”
“Does she think about doing sex things with me?” I queried with a twinge of excitement I felt in my pants. Then all of the memories came back to me of her tender, throbbing pussy in the throws of orgasm.
In a voice barely above a breathless whisper she revealed, “And we rub ourselves when we talk about doing sex things… with you.”
I wasn’t sure how much more strain my boxers could handle… before my cock ripped the front of them out. This time I couldn’t control my hand and took a hard grip on myself.
“You don’t have to just think about it,” she informed me and then wiggled out of her knickers and dangled them over my face.
The temptation was too great for me and I snatched them away from her and held the gusset to my nose and savoured a scent of heaven. Then pressed the wet spot to my lips and tried to suck the trapped juice into my mouth.
She squeezed her fingers into her split and groaned, “That’s so hot.”
“It’s your pussy that’s hot,” I told her and drew another deep breath, “It smells so lovely my sperm wants to come out.”
“Rich, do nasty things with me,” and then she pulled the covers down and exposed my tented boxers, “You’re so big and horny,” she told me as she stood on her knees, pushed her sweet pussy at my face and let her fingers fly.
That had to be the hottest thing I had ever seen. It was so up close and personal for a girl to masturbate in my face.
As I pulled my boxers off I asked, “I want you in my mouth. Let me lick you right where your fingers are.”
Those must have been the magic words because she hunched her shoulders and every muscle in her body went taut and strained. You should have seen the look of determination she had on her face now.
“If you let me kiss you down there,” She panted, “It’s not really so gross.”
“What are you doing?” My daughter asked as she flew into the room.
“What does it look like?” I asked, “We’re making ourselves feel good. Take your knickers off and join us.” I’m not sure why my daughter seemed surprised. Maybe she didn’t expect to find us watching the other masturbate.
“Wow!” She exclaimed when she noticed I was wanking, “You’re doing it to yourself.”
The situation was so highly charged, I wasn’t sure how long I could hold out but it was glorious. My hand had never felt this good.
My daughter imitated her friend and stood on her knees on my other side before she put her fingers to work in her split. She had nowhere near the experience Tracy had, but certainly made up for it in determination.
“Daddy, I like it,” she told me, and dipped face down to balls, took a deep breath and shivered, before she sniffed her way up the shaft… and… rubbed her lips over the tiny pearl of juice that she found on the tip and gave it a kiss. Then she offered my cock to her friend and said, “Your turn, Tracy.”
“This can’t be happening,” I told myself after I had listened to them say how gross it was at breakfast and now I watched Tracy tenderly hold me in her grasp, bend forward and rub her lips over the little wet pearl of juice on my plum.
That was when my brain went into overload and crashed. Not only my brain, though, the first burst of scalding semen leaped from my piss slit and splashed against Tracy’s slightly parted lips. She choked and pulled back but the next one caught her on the cheek and her eyes opened wide while she watched the sperm geyser from the end of my cock in thick ropes that draped themselves across her face.
“You look so beautiful with my sperm on your face,” I gently whispered while I wiped her up and gave her lips a tender kiss.
“What about me, daddy?” Jenny asked and I pushed her back on the bed and gave her a kiss she would not soon forget, while I rubbed my still throbbing cock against her hip, and told her, “I think you need some on your face this time.”
“Are you going to let me make it come out?” She asked.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. You almost made it come out before but Tracy got lucky, now didn’t she?”
An awful lot of things took place that weekend. No only did the girls manage to corrupt my morals and manage to get me to kowtow to their every whim. In the process I managed to find out that their supposed innocence, was not that at all but a veneer they wore for appearances sake. Jenny knew I wouldn’t go along with her so she relied on her native instincts to get me to come around. I believe it was my first practical learning experience into wiles of the feminine species.
Of course, I became irrevocably hooked now and gave them everything they wanted, when they wanted it. The rewards were great, though. As I think back on it, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The End
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