Guess That Hit/Part 8
Guess That Hit, part 8: Condom practice
Ally took a deep breath.
“So, in sex ed … no, wait, let me finish. In sex ed we had to practice putting a condom on a banana. But Rhonda … Rhonda told …” She blushed.
“I told about my first time. That boy's dick was not like a banana at all. And I fumbled, and it took more and more time, and then we got impatient and did it without. God, I was so frightened after that, so relieved when I finally had my next period. Asked mum for the pill right the next day!”
“Yeah, so that's why we … Why …”
Another deep sigh.
“Dave, will you let us practice putting a condom on a real cock.” Ally looked relieved now that she had asked the question.
And then she added meekly, as if clarification was needed, “your cock.”
So it was not what I was afraid they wanted.
Afraid? Or, actually, secretly hoping for? Oh, shut up!
I had to admit though, the girls had a point.
I briefly recalled my own first time. How I had fumbled, and how I had been happy when she had taken charge, routinely rolled the condom over, before taking my virginity. And how I had, the very next day, practiced and practiced in my room to make sure I'd never embarrass myself like that again.
For me, it was easy to practice. If I'd been smarter I'd have done it before that first time …
For girls, practice is …
I shuddered as I thought back at the risk Rhonda had taken.
Should I allow them to use me for practice? It's not even a big leap. The girls had already seen me naked. They had already touched and fondled my cock. I would not expose them to worse things than I already had, and now it would actually serve a benefit.
“Well,” I said slowly, thinking, “perhaps it's not a bad idea. You have already seen me naked, and touched me there … well, except you, Hannah.”
“But ... where do we get a condom?” I suddenly realized. “Despite rumors my dearest niece here may have spread about my bachelor lifestyle, I do not always carry an emergency supply of condoms with me.”
“But I have condoms!” Cindy blurted.
I turned my head. Surprised.
“Or rather … well … I know where they are. A few months ago my mum had a talk with me about sex, and it was really weird and embarrassing. I mean, I'm only twelve, I would never ... But yeah, she said she thinks I'm too young, and I should wait, but … but that she also knows that when a girl really wants to, she'll do it anyway.”
I saw Rhonda nodding.
“So then she said, she hopes I'm not going to do it yet, but when I do then at least she wants it to be safe. And then she showed me a huge box, filled with condoms. And told me that she doesn't count them, so I can just take what I need, and don't have to tell if I don't want to …
“So, that was so weird. As if I'd want to have sex already.” She shuddered. “But at least we have condoms!”
She left the room, returned a bit later with a box that was, indeed, filled with condoms. And not just a few, at least several dozen. No way anyone would ever notice if one, or even a few, were missing.
I secretly admired my sister. Even though it had been awkward for Cindy, and probably for Mel too, it was very smart of her to make sure that Cindy could always get protection. And to do it too early, rather than too late.
“You want to be on the couch again?” Rhonda asked.
I realized there'd be risk of new stains, so I opted for an easier to clean location. “I think the bed in the master bedroom is a better place. Big enough and you can all sit around to see.”
As I said that, I suddenly realized how weird it sounded. Five girls sitting around me, all watching as one of them handled my cock and puts a condom on it? I knew it was not very different from yesterday, but somehow, being blindfolded made it … less weird?
It felt even more awkward as I walked up the stairs, a line of young girls following me, with Cindy carrying the condom box. But I had already said yes. And it would indeed be useful for the girls. So I fought down my embarrassed feeling as I entered the master bedroom, took off my shirt and boxers, and laid down.
And then I realized a new problem. I had just jacked off, so my dick was completely soft.
Even with five pretty girls around me, ready to fondle, I had no response.
Rhonda took the opportunity to show off her experience. “Okay, girls, as you see Dave's cock is limp now. You may think that would not happen when you're about to have sex with a boy, but the hassle of having to find a condom can actually cause this in a real sex situation. So as part of our lesson on how to use a condom, you will also need to learn how to get him hard again. The penis must be completely hard when you put on the condom.”
She looked around, saw that the girls understood this.
“Ally, you were already eager to try this yesterday, why don't you go first? I'll give some tips and of course Dave can also tell what he likes.”
Ally nodded and got up, looking for a good position. She moved to the rear end of the bed, then straddled my right leg. I felt the smoothness, the heat, and a hunch of moistness where I knew her bare pussy to touch my upper thigh. But after three orgasms yesterday, and one just a few minutes before in the shower, even that wasn't enough to breathe new life in my member.
“Okay,” Rhonda started, “before you start. Yesterday you were perhaps a bit too rough?” She looked at me, and I nodded.
“A dick is very sensitive, just like your clit. You don't want to be too rough, Ally, please grab Dave's cock at the base. That is the least sensitive part so you can be a bit firm there. Dave, how does this feel?”
Ally had grabbed my dick and was now gently squeezing. “Feels good, Ally. A bit harder … yes, that is good. Right there. Any harder than this and it's pain instead of pleasure.”
Rhonda added: “Every man is different so you should always start gently and listen to him, or watch his face. Now that you hold him, you can move your hand up and down. It's a bit floppy and weird now but once he starts to get harder this will work better.”
“And the upper part?” Ally asked.
“Dave is not circumcised so you can move his foreskin up and down across his dickhead. That feels really good for him. You can hold it with just a few fingers, or in your fist. But remember that this part is very sensitive.”
Ally moved her hand up to grab my foreskin, started stroking it. “Look, it's growing a bit!”
“The purple part at the top is Dave's dickhead. You should not touch it directly.”
“But yesterday, you ...”
“Yes, I did. But that was when Dave was already hard, and leaking precum. The clear stuff that came out, remember? I smeared that on his dickhead to make it slippery, and then you can touch it. Just as, when we masturbate, we smear some of our juice on our clit before we start rubbing it hard.”
As if by instinct, Ally moved one hand to her own crotch and started rubbing her cunny as Rhonda talked about it. I felt her pussy juices on my thigh. Her other hand was still moving my foreskin up and down.
It felt great. My dick twitched and grew. But not to full erection. Too soon.
“I'm sorry girls,” I apologized. “Seeing all your sexy bodies made me so hard earlier this morning. I was afraid I'd lose control, so I jacked off in the shower. And after cumming ...” I just in time realized that the girls didn't know I had fucked Rhonda that night “... twice already yesterday, and then again just now, I need more time to recover.”
“Waiting is one option,” Rhonda agreed, “but what if Cin's parents get home early? And that, too,” she directed this to the girls again, “can happen for actual sex. If you want to fuck, but you have little time, you want to get him hard fast. So, if wanking doesn't get him hard, I use my secret weapon: my mouth.”
Ally sounded startled. “You want me to ...”
“No, Ally, it's okay. I'll do this part myself.”
With that, Rhonda gently took my cock from Ally's hands in hers, leaned in, opened her mouth, and swallowed it. Not just the tip, as I had expected. All of it. It was not at full size yet, but still large enough that I touched the back of her throat. But Rhonda controlled her gag reflex. She held still, lips on my pubic hairs, then slowly moved back up. I felt blood pumping down, filling my dick, expanding and growing it.
And then I saw her nostrils open wide for a deep breath, and right after that she slammed her head down again, all the way to the base. I felt my already growing dick make its way inside her throat. I saw Rhonda fight to stay down, saw a tear well in her eye. And I felt how my dick was growing and growing, extending deeper and deeper into her throat.
And then I saw how she activated her throat muscles, tried to swallow my rod. And I felt blood pump in and expand it, pushing it even further down Rhonda's pipe.
She pulled back, rubbing my dickhead with her throat. My cock was rock hard, at full length, and the only reason I had not squirted a load of sperm directly into Rhonda's stomach was that I had already cum so often.
The girls looked in awe, as they saw inch after inch leave Rhonda's mouth, and realized how deep I must have been. Rhonda coughed, then spoke.
“That was deep throating, girls. It is very hard, not something you do when you just start. I am still learning it myself. It's a lot easier with smaller dicks.”
She smiled at my now twitching cock. “But as you see, it is also very effective! Ally, are you ready?”
Ally reached into the box to grab a condom.
“Wait,” Rhonda commanded, “before you continue. We have all seen movies where the actors rip open the condom package with their teeth, right? Well, let me tell you: bad idea. It doesn't taste well. Usually like the inside of the guy's pocket, where it has been sitting all day. It is hard to actually open it that way, and you can even hurt your teeth. And if you don't beware, you risk damaging the rubber.”
I nodded in agreement.
Rhonda grabbed another one, demonstrated how to hold it.
“So you hold it like this. Careful to hold only the edge, not the center. And then tear open like this.”
She made a tearing gesture but without really holding the package, so it didn't open. She then tossed in back in the box.
Ally copied her motions, and effortlessly took out the rubber.
“So you know the rest from the sex ed class. Look which way it is rolled, then hold it at the end, and make sure to pinch the reservoir.
“Now as you see, Dave's cock is not fully hard anymore. That is normal, the hassle of the condom always disrupts the feeling. So while you keep the reservoir of the condom shut between your fingers, use the other hand to stroke him back to full size.”
Ally obliged, and I just had to compliment her. “You learn fast, Ally. That feels really good!”
“I see,” she giggled, “your dick is twitching again!”
But Rhonda refused to let anything interrupt her opportunity to teach.
“Okay, now pull back the foreskin as far as you can, and then do what you learned with the banana in school. It is really the same, it just feels a bit different, because even the hardest cock is not as solid as a banana. And its warmth also makes it feel different.”
“Heh, and the twitching is weird!” Ally added as she rolled down the condom.
She removed her hand and looked at the result. Rhonda leaned in, traced my dick and the condom with her hand, then nodded.
“Well done, Ally. Looks like you didn't even need the practice.”
Ally beamed with pride. “But I'm still glad I did it, because I was not really sure I was doing it right. Now I am confident that I can do this when I actually need it.”
Rhonda reached for my dick and tried to pull off the condom.
“Ouch!”
“Oh, sorry. I don't usually remove it when it's still hard.”
“Just let me, okay?”
I carefully removed the condom, then tossed it in the bin. “Who's next?”
“Why did you throw it away?” Cindy asked, “we could have used it again!”
“No,” I replied, “never. You never reuse a condom. If something goes wrong while you apply it, bin it and use another. You can never get a good fit if you don't roll it over like Ally did, and you can't roll it up again. And even if you could, the risk that it might damage is too high. Or there might even come some sperms on the outside.”
She nodded, then approached me. “Guess I'll be next then?”
She grabbed a condom from the box, started to open it.
“Wait,” Rhonda interrupted, “you want to get his dick as hard as possible when you still have both hands available.”
Cindy nodded, then reached out her hand, hesitantly. She stopped just before she touched my dick.
“Oh my god, this is so weird. You're my uncle.”
“You don't have to if you don't want to, sweetie,” I said.
“No, no, I do want to … want to practice this.”
“Then perhaps I can rub it hard and you only put on the condom?”
She pondered my suggestion, but then declined.
“No, uncle Dave. I really want this. I mean, I really want to do this properly and learn it all.”
And then she decidedly grabbed my cock, with both hands. Started pumping the base fiercely, while at the same time moving my foreskin up and down. Gently at first, then faster.
“Is this okay? Not too rough?”
“Oh, hhmmmm, aahhhhh … no, this is good, this is perfect,” I panted.
She giggled as my cock twitched, “Whoo, that feels weird!”
“It does that when it feels really good,” I moaned. “But how does it feel for you?”
“I don't know? Weird at first, but also … good? I love seeing how you enjoy it. Somehow making you so happy makes me all tinglish … down there.”
She continued to rub my dick and I was starting to enjoy it more and more.
“Okay,” Rhonda interrupted, “you were supposed to practice putting on a condom, not stroking your uncle to shoot his wad. This is really enough now!”
Reluctantly Cindy let go of my dick and grabbed a condom. She held it by the sides but then ripped so hard that she propelled the rubber from its package and on the floor. She hastily picked it up, started to look for the reservoir, but Rhonda and I interrupted her simultaneously.
“No, get a new one.” “Bin it, don't use it.”
“But why? It's not torn, it's still rolled up neatly, ...”
“It fell on the floor,” I explained, “there may be dirt on it. If it's on the outside, we would push the dirt in your vagina if we would actually do it.” I felt my cock twitch thinking about it. “And if it's on the inside, it could really hurt my dick. So even though we are now only practicing putting it on, I want to make this realistic. Bin it and grab another one.”
“Okay. … But what if I were somewhere else with you … I mean, with a boy, and we only have one condom?”
“Then you cannot have sex,” Rhonda interrupted, “and that's why we practice now. I'm sure that you will never let this happen again. And, you now also know why you always carry a few extra!”
Cindy quickly grabbed and unwrapped a new condom. But the pause had caused my dick to come down just a bit. Not much, I think Cindy could have just put on the condom, but she quickly grabbed my foreskin in her hand and started pumping with way too much enthusiasm.
Rhonda interrupted again. “I think he's ready, Cin.” Spoilsport!
Cindy stopped masturbating me. She pressed the condom on my dickhead, wanted to start rolling it down.
“Pull back the foreskin first, dear,” I gently reminded her.
She did, And then she slowly rolled the condom down. And then just kept moving her hand up and down, pulling foreskin and rubber together up and down, massaging my shaft and dickhead.
“Hold it, Cin!” Spoilsport! “I'm sure your uncle loves what you are doing, but let me have a look.”
Cindy let go off my cock. Rhonda took it, looked, felt.
“Look here, it appears to be shoved down too far. Maybe you didn't squeeze the reservoir enough, or maybe you pulled it further down when you … ahem … well, you know.”
She paused for a while, enjoying being the center of attention.
“So what Cindy just did, is not smart. Nice, sexy, but not smart. If you want to play with a cock, play with it. As Cindy just discovered, ... and as I of course already knew, ...” some girls snorted, “it can be really fun to do. But do it before you put on the condom. Once you decide to fuck, put it on and then fuck. And then perhaps play with his dick again later.
“But playing with his dick like that after putting it on can make the condom shift and then it might even be less secure. And besides,” she grinned now, winked towards Cindy, “I am sure that Dave would enjoy you masturbating him way more on his bare skin.”
Cindy started to protest. “I wasn't … I wasn't … not really …” She took a deep breath. “I'm sorry, I kinda got carried away. It felt so ...” Her voice died to a faint murmur.
“Okay,” Rhonda turned to the other girls, “Sav, you want to try too?”
“Of course,” she replied.
I carefully removed the condom. Cindy's eager but ill-timed masturbation had caused some of it to be stuck between my dickhead and foreskin so I had to be careful. By the time I was ready, Savannah was already sitting next to me. Her sideways position and the open buttons on her shirt gave me an excellent view of one of her tits. I fought back an urge to extend my hand and play with them, had to remind myself that we were supposed to be sex ed, not an all out orgy. But I could not prevent my cock from twitching.
Savannah noticed, looked at my face to see where I was looking, then smiled. “So you like what you see?”
She started to undo the rest of her buttons. “Rhonda, you teach us to masturbate his dick hard just before putting on the condom, but can we also use other methods?”
Rhonda smiled. “Yes, sure Sav. As long as he is fully hard when you roll it on. How you get him hard is up to you.”
“Good,” she said as she dropped her shirt. I once more admired the firmness of her small tits, the odd disconnect of such large areolas on such small tits.
Savannah unceremoniously grabbed my hands and guided them towards her young tits.
“I liked what you did yesterday, and I think you did too. Could you do it some more?”
I didn't say anything. My mouth felt dry again, I'm not sure if I would even be able to speak.
But I did move my hands. I cupped her small tits. Squeezed them. Then brushed them gently, barely touching, almost tickling. I gently enclosed a nipple between forefinger and thumb, rolled it through my fingers. I let go, so I could once more see her beautiful tits. I saw that her nipples now pointed straight out, almost up. I saw her boobs move up and down in sync with Savannah's heavy breathing.
And then I returned to cupping and fondling her firm, soft, small, conical breasts. I heard Savannah moan. I felt my own breathing speed up, heard myself start to pant, noticed my cock twitching from the pure joy of pleasuring Savannah's smooth, ebony skin.
Savannah meanwhile grabbed a fresh condom. She waited a bit, then slowly tore open the wrapper. Then waited again, sighing with pleasure, before inspecting the condom to check the way it rolled. She paused once more, arching her back in pure joy as I continued to stroke, fondle, massage, rub, and squeeze. Finally she squeezed the tip between the fingers of her right hand. My cock was rock hard and throbbing and I expected her to put it on now. But she didn't.
“Better make absolutely sure,” she mumbled, then suddenly leaned forward, practically pushing her left tit on my mouth. I chose to accept the obvious invitation. Chose, you say? Ha! You were way beyond choice at that point, buddy! Didn't I tell you to shut up before?
I opened my mouth, allowed her to push in the soft flesh of her budding tit. It was small enough that I could suck all of it in my mouth. I released part of it again, switched to sucking on her erect nipple only. I then kissed the sides of her boob, licked around the large areola, then sucked them in again.
I heard her breathing increase. Heard her panting. Then felt a shiver run through her body, as she exhaled audibly.
“Sav? The condom?” Rhonda gently reminded.
“What? … Oh, yeah, right. Sorry.” She was still panting a bit from the orgasm she just had. I don't know exactly when she had inserted her left hand in her shorts, but I saw her pull it out now.
She then looked at me. Raised an eyebrow. “Why did you stop?”
She didn't need to ask twice. I eagerly returned to suckling her tit, and I heard from her panting that she still enjoyed it. But now, at the same time, I felt her hand push the condom on the tip of my dick, and then the other hand try to roll it down. Her upper body moved away from my head as she tried to reach, and I lifted my head, eager to not break contact between her tit and my tongue.
I couldn't see what she was doing. It felt very nice, but not really effective. And then I felt how she pulled the condom off again.
“I'm sorry, I don't think I did that right.”
“No problem, Sav, that's why we're practicing, right?” Rhonda said. “Just grab another and then you can try again. But first … girls, who knows what Sav did wrong?”
Hannah tentatively raised her hand. “Was it because she was not looking at what she did?”
“Very good, Hannah! That was definitely part of the problem. But even if she had been looking, I have the idea that she was not fully focused on the condom.” The other girls giggled.
“So here's my next lesson. When putting on the condom, make sure to look what you are doing, and to focus on what you are doing. Don't allow distractions. Putting it on right is simply too important.”
Rhonda grabbed a new condom, tore open the packing, and handed Savannah the contents. “Here, try again, Sav. And this time look and focus. I'm sure you'll do fine.”
Savanna accepted the condom and held it the way she had learned. Then her other hand grabbed my dick. It was still rock hard and throbbing, but Rhonda encouraged Savannah to not skip this part, so she obediently stroked across my full length a few times. Then she once more pushed the condom on the top of my dick, and while holding the tip rolled it down. It went easily and smoothly.
“Did I do better this time, Rhon?”
“You sure did, Sav. Well done.”
Then Rhonda looked up and found Hannah's face. She looked conflicted.
“Hannah, you know you don't have to, right? You know we won't tease you. Not after what you did this morning. That was so awesome. Respect, girl!”
Hannah smiled. “Thanks, Rhon! And yeah, I know. But I think that I do want to do this. I mean, yeah, I am not ready for this. Not yet. Not like …”
She didn't finish the last sentence, didn't want to point out who she was thinking of.
“But I'll never get a chance to practice on … on the real thing. And one day, when I am ready, and then when I fumble, I would hate myself for not taking this opportunity now.”
She inhaled, straightened her shoulders. “So yes, I do want to practice too.”
Savannah stepped aside to make room for Hannah. I saw how she refastened the top button of her shorts, but she bother to put her shirt back on. Her left tit was still glistening with my saliva, making her skin look only softer and smoother. Her left nipple was still visibly more erect than her right nipple.
I wanted to keep looking, but by now Hannah was in place and I felt she deserved my attention for the huge step she was about to take. So I looked at her and smiled my most encouraging smile.
Hannah tentatively extended her hand, gently rested a single finger on my dick. Then another one. And then finally her whole hand.
She then slowly wrapped her hand around it, held it.
“Is it okay if I just … hold it for a while first? I've never touched a … a penis before. Can I get used to it first?”
I smiled again. “Sure, Hannah. Take your time. No need to rush it.”
Her young, innocent, inexperienced hand around my dick was intoxicating. I tried hard to control it, to not make it twitch. I didn't want to scare her.
“It feels warm, and alive,” Hannah mumbled, “and hard and soft at the same time.”
I said nothing. I just waited. Waited, while enjoying every second.
I felt Hannah's grip tighten. And then felt how she started to move. I was no longer able to control my spasms, so my cock twitched in her hand. Apparently she had expected this after seeing it a few times already; she merely giggled and increased the pace a bit.
She looked up, studied my face as she continued to stroke my dick. “Wow,” she mumbled.
And then, looking at Rhonda, “Isn't it amazing that such a simple act can have such an effect on a man? Just … look at him!”
Rhonda smiled. “Yes, I know. An amazing feeling of power, right? But don't forget, there are also some quite simple actions that have a similar effect on girls. And if you are lucky, you will one day meet a guy who loves doing that for you.”
She leaned in, pecked Hannah affectionately on the lips. Then said, “Looks like you are used to it now. Ready to practice?”
“Almost. I just want to try one more thing first.”
She took my foreskin, and gently pulled it all the way back. Once my dickhead was fully exposed, she gently dipped her index finger in my precum, then smeared some of it over my dickhead.
“It feels a bit like … you know.”
I saw her glance down on her body, understood what she meant.
Then she brought her finger to her nose. “Smells different, though.”
She pulled my foreskin up and down a few more times.
“Okay, I think I'm ready.”
Ally handed her sister a condom. “You can do it, sis!”
“Thanks, sis!”
Hannah took the condom, inspected the packaging and then carefully ripped it open. She then inspected the contents with the same slow methodical care. I almost saw her mind go through the mistakes the other girls had made, ensuring she would not repeat them.
Finally she was ready. She held the condom, proper way around, fingers enclosing the reservoir, all exactly as instructed. Then with her other hand returned to my dick.
It had lost a bit of its hardness, but she remembered that part too. She enclosed my foreskin again, gently rubbed it up and down a few times. Slow at first, then faster, and as soon as she sped up I felt my dick responding.
She felt it too. “Rhonda, is he hard enough yet?”
“Yes, Hannah. You're doing great. Continue.”
Slowly, methodically, intent on not making errors, she placed the condom on the head of my cock. Looked at it critically herself. Then gently and slowly started rolling down the rubber, until it was all the way down to my pubic hair.
“Did I do okay?”
I didn't even wait for Rhonda. “Totally fine, Hannah! Really well done. I am proud of you!”
And then all the girls started clapping and cheering, and I was happy to see that they all realized how big a step that had been for Hannah, and that she deserved respect instead of teasing.
Hannah blushed a bit. “Oww, thanks girls. But you don't have to … I didn't do anything special … well, more special than you. We all did this!”
Ally leaning in and kissed her sister on the cheek. “We all did this, sis. But we all know that this was much harder for you then for us. And we are all proud of you!”
Hannah blushed again, looked uneasy under so much praise.
“That's sweet of you to say,” she started. And then she looked down, lifted my cock for all to see, and continued: “but I am pretty sure it was just as hard for all of you!”
And then immediately her head turned beet red, and she dropped my cock in embarrassment.
But as the girls started giggling, then laughing, and as I too joined in with the laughter, she smiled again. And then joined the laughter too.
“Wow,” I said as we all had calmed down, “you are really surpassing yourself today.”
I reached down to remove the condom from my slowly deflating cock, but Rhonda stopped me by enclosing my cock with her hand.
“Wait!” she said. And then, turning to the girls: “There's one more thing you should know.”
The girls looked at her, questioningly.
As Rhonda explained, she started to squeeze and release my shaft in rhythmic motion. This of course ensured that I was soon completely hard again.
“Normally, after putting on the condom, you will of course … have sex with the boy. And when he cums, it will all be collected here, in the reservoir.” She pointed at the reservoir at the top of my dick. “But then his dick will deflate and get smaller. So some people will quickly take it out before it shrivels. But many don't. It feels good to keep him inside; and even after cumming, it feels good for him too to just stay inside you for a bit. But once he is limp, you must be careful that the condom doesn't fall off when he takes it out, or else you can still get his sperm in you.
“Oh, and when you take the condom off his dick, you also want to make sure not to spill. You don't want stains where your parents might find them, right?
“So, I'd like to show you all some tricks for that part. If …”
She looked at me, questioningly.
“If Dave is okay with it. Dave?”
I had already opened my mouth to agree when I suddenly realized what exactly she wanted.
“What? Are you saying … are you suggesting that I fuck you? A...” I snapped my mouth shut. I had almost added “again”.
“Well, what if I say that I want you to put your penis inside my vagina and then move in and out until you ejaculate? All strictly as part of this … training? That would not be like … That's not really fucking, right?”
I don't care what you call it, just do it!
I quickly looked around. Hannah had clamped her hand over her mouth in shock. Savannah was of course just intently observing. And both Cindy and Ally looked upset.
I knew that this would be taking it too far. I had to say no. I just had to find the right words.
And then, as I was still contemplating, I saw Ally reach a decision.
Suddenly, everything happened fast. So fast that I had no time to change anything, even if I had known how to.
“Not this time! My turn now!”
Allison stepped in, shoved Rhonda out of the way. She swung a leg over me, grabbed my hard dick, pointed it up, and just sat herself down on me.
In the time of less than a second, I felt my tip stretch her labia. I noticed they were still wet from earlier, and the lube on the condom helped too. I then felt how my dick went in, was enclosed by her vagina, and then met an unexpected new resistance. I felt her weight press down, felt my dick rip through the resistance, and then I was fully inside her.
And at the same time I saw the grimace on her face, heard her shriek from the pain, saw the tears well in her eyes.
For a second, a second that lasted for ages, we were all frozen. And then Allison started crying. Rhonda started yelling. Cindy, with tears welling in her eyes, stepped in to comfort her friend. Savannah opened her mouth, as if she wanted to ask a question, then snapped it shut again.
And I reached out my arms, pulled Ally's upper body close to me, making sure to have only minimal movement of my dick in her cunny. I hugged her. Caressed her hair with one hand, her back with my other. Kissed the tears from her cheeks.
“Oh my God, Allison. Poor Ally. Why? Why did you …? Why didn't you tell me. It doesn't have to be like this.”
She just lay on top of me. Sobbing.
“So you were still … a virgin?” Rhonda snapped. Ally just nodded.
“And you never … put anything inside you yourself?” Cindy asked incredulously. Ally shook her head. “Never.”
I sighed.
“Oh my God. Poor dear Ally. I am so sorry. I wish ...”
I took a deep breath.
“If I had known that you were going to do this … if you had told me that you were still ...”
I couldn't finish my sentence. I was on the verge of crying myself. If I had completed the words, I would have broken down.
“The first time doesn't have to hurt, you know. It doesn't have to be like this. It should never be like this. It should be gentle, and loving, and caring, and nice, and … and painless.”
She just laid on top of me, sobbing. I kept caressing her, speaking softly. I was only vaguely aware of the other girls now, as I directed all my focus towards this girl.
I whispered, softly. “Look, Ally. I cannot change what happened. But if you want to, I can still try to make it better for you. I can try to give you a good first time. But only if you want to.”
She nodded, and I saw a hint of a smile form through her tears. “Yes, Dave. I would like that.”
“Okay. You just do nothing now. Let me try to make it better for you. You just relax, okay?”
I continued to stroke her back. I inserted my other hand between our stomachs, found her little nub, and started gently, softly massaging it. Before I did anything else, I wanted her to be wetter than she was right now. Otherwise any movement would hurt.
My dick, which of course had deflated a lot, was still inside her. And now that I had permission to make it good for Allison, the excitement made it grow.
“Do you feel that?” I whispered in her ear. “Does it still hurt?”
“I feel it. It's … no, it doesn't hurt. Not really. That's … you right? Your dick? It's … getting bigger?”
“Yes. It's growing again. I had gone soft because I hurt you. But now I know that I will make you happy, and that makes me happy. So it's growing again.”
“It feels … I dunno. Full? It hurts a bit, but not in a bad way. And your finger on my clit feels very nice. I like this part, I think.”
I just kept fondling her clit. Kept stroking her back. Kept whispering sweet words in her ear, nibbling her earlobes, kissing her lips.
She got wetter and wetter. I got harder and harder. She started moaning and panting.
I moved my hand up from her back to her neck, pulled her close. Our lips met, we kissed. Long. Passionately. I extended my tongue, found entry. Our tongues met, fought the duel of love in her mouth, then in mine, then in hers again.
By now she was moaning and panting, and I felt juice leaking over my finger. My dick was at full size, twitching a bit, but I noticed no signs of discomfort.
It was time for the next step, but not in this position. If I allowed her to take control now, she would almost certainly go too fast, then hurt herself again.
So I whispered to her, softly: “Shhh, I'm going to roll us over now. I'll try to be careful. Just hold on tight and let me take the lead, okay?”
She just nodded, so I folded both my arms securely around her lower back. I knew it would be impossible to avoid all movement inside her, but I wanted to minimize it. Yes, she was excited and wet, so she would be slippery enough. But she was still very sensitive inside. Unexpected and abrupt motions of me inside her might return her pain.
I pressed her lower back against mine, as hard as I could without hurting her. And then I slowly rolled us over, until she was on her back, pinned underneath me.
Just before she rested her weight on the mattress, I removed my hands from under her, so I could use them to support my weight.
I looked in her face. She seemed content, happy. But also apprehensive of what was coming next.
I leaned down, pecked her lips, gently bit her lower lip.
“Okay, hun. I will now start moving a bit, okay? Don't be afraid. If it hurts, just tell me and I'll move slower. Or stop moving. Or even stop completely. I am now on top because I have more experience than you, and I know how I can make you feel really good. But you are still the one in control. I will stop and pull out, or stop and hold still, or slow down, or anything else, whenever you say so, okay? You are in charge.”
She nodded and smiled, “Okay. Thanks, Dave. I … I really like this, what we are doing now. You just being in me. And especially when you also rubbed me down there. I'm still a bit afraid it will hurt again if you start moving...”
“That's okay, hun. Do you mind if I call you hun? It's okay. If you rather stay still like this a bit longer...”
“No, no. I … it's weird. I'm a bit afraid, but I also want it … want to feel it. And … I trust you Dave. You are being so sweet to me. I didn't really think it through before, when I … But now, now I really want you to be my first!”
I smiled, felt how love and passion for this girl filled my heart.
“So, yes, you can do it now.”
I smiled, looked her straight in the eyes, and kept looking. I wanted to see any sign of discomfort before she could even say anything. Perhaps even before she would notice.
Gently, slowly, as controlled as I could, I started moving back. I felt, through the thin rubber, how the tightness of her love canal squeezed and embraced my dick. I felt the friction as I slowly pulled out.
I studied her face. Wonder at this feeling, so new to her. Joy. And a hunch of disappointment. I was ready to stop moving but then I also felt her raise her pelvis, an unconscious motion to keep me in her as deep and as long as possible, to counteract my movement. So that was what the disappointed look was about? Ha, guess I still know my craft!
I kept going until I had only my dickhead inside her, then with the same controlled slow speed pushed gently back in. The disappointment disappeared from her face, to make place for pleasure. She sighed contentedly as I slowly filled her again.
“It feels better when you are in, Dave. When you pull back, I feel … empty?”
“Hmmm, I'm happy that it feels good for you when I am in you, hun . But you will soon discover that the movement itself can feel good too. And pulling out is necessary if you want movement.”
“I know.” She sighed. “Go on, Dave. Don't stop.”
I complied. Out, in. Out, in. Slow at first. Then faster. Not much, just a bit. Out, in. Out, in.
I looked at her face. No disappointment anymore. No apprehensiveness. Only joy, pure joy.
I felt it safe to increase the pace even more. Faster and faster, but still gentle, still controlled.
I started varying. A few slow strokes. Than a few faster. A sudden withdrawal, followed by a gentle teasingly slow insertion, then a few rhythmic thrusts. A pause, deep inside, then a very slow withdrawal and then a much faster thrust in.
I supported my weight with just one hand, so I could use the other hand to massage her clit. I heard her breathing speed up. She started to pant and grunt. I knew she was getting close, so I increased my pace as much as I dared, sped up my finger movements on her clit, and at the same time leaned in for a deep French kiss.
And then she exploded. Her whole body tensed. Pussy muscles that she didn't even know existed gripped my dick firmly, keeping it deep inside her. Spasms rippled through her body, and as she opened her mouth, a long wailing sound emerged.
And at the same time I felt my dick explode. Felt how I shot round after round of my sperm into the rubber reservoir, deep inside Ally.
And I heard myself panting, groaning, and wailing with pure pleasure.
I lowered my body on hers. I supported myself enough not to hurt her, but wanted to feel her young tits tight against my chest. I kissed and kissed and kissed her mouth, nose, cheeks. And I kept telling her how great she did, how wonderful she made me feel.
And she just lay there, eyes closed, a smile on her face. Panting.
Until finally her breathing slowed down. She opened her large brown eyes, looked into mine. I read amazement.
“Holy fuck,” she whispered, “that was … oh my god!”
And then I remember that we were not alone. I looked around.
Savannah was staring intently at our intertwined bodies. Her hand was in her shorts again. Cindy stared at Ally's face; she looked happy for her friend, but also a bit sad. Was she still sad about the pain that Ally had gone through earlier? Or was it something else?
Hannah appeared to be in shock. A hand clamped over her mouth. Eyes wide open. But yet, I also saw a hint of relief. Relief that it was over? Relief that her sister didn't hurt anymore?
And Rhonda was looking at us over her shoulder, with vague interest. The way she was positioned suggested that she had sat with her back turned towards us, face towards Cindy, as if they had been talking.
“Okay, this is weird,” I admitted. “I don't normally do this with an audience.”
I paused, tried to assess whether a joke right now would lift the tension, or break the mood.
“But then, I also normally do not do this without first buying you dinner, so it's kinda unique anyway.”
I saw Ally smile, saw some mischief sparkle in her eyes. “Well, you did make me pancakes, Surely that counts.” And then she acted as if she suddenly realized something. “Oh wait, you made pancakes for all of us! Are you going to bang the others too?”
And then she laughed loud at her own joke. The girls joined in, and I did too. The movement almost made my deflating cock slip out of Ally's slippery hole, but I quickly pressed my hips closer to hers to keep it in.
“Rhonda, I believe you wanted to show something?”
“What? I … Oh, right, yes I did! Can you raise your body without it falling out?”
I carefully raised my upper body. Rhonda stepped close, wrestled her hand between Ally's and my hips. I felt her fingers squeeze the base of my cock.
“Okay girls. You can't see but right now I am holding Dave's cock at the base. I have felt with my fingers that the rubber is still wrapped around this part and has not crept up.
“So, because I hold the condom in place, Dave can now withdraw slowly and the condom will not fall off. Usually the boy does this, it is easier for him to follow his own hip movement. But if you have an inexperienced partner, doing it yourself can be safer.”
I pulled my hips back slowly, until I heard the sound of a cum-filled reservoir falling out of Allison's pussy. I heard a gasp, couldn't identify the source.
“Don't worry!” Rhonda quickly said. “There is some blood because Ally was a virgin. I had that blood the first time I put in a hairbrush. And after seeing how gentle Dave was with Ally, I am sure that would have been less blood, perhaps none at all, if she had not ...” She didn't finish the sentence.
“But that is only the first time. Well, except of course when you fuck during your period.”
She then lifted my limp dick, showing the cum-filled reservoir.
“This is Dave's cum. Sperm. You want to make sure it doesn't drip out as you take off the condom. Look carefully, I can't really explain in words. Like … this. And now tie a knot in the rubber. Make it fast enough that it won't open again. But don't pull too hard on the rubber – it is hard to tear with bare hands only, but better not to force it.”
She carefully deposited the condom in the bin.
“And remember, it is nice to cuddle after sex, but there is now sperm on Dave's dick. So for safety, always clean up immediately. Dave, I suggest you take a shower?”
I nodded, sat up. Then I saw Savannah return from the bathroom, holding a wet washcloth.
“Ally, just stay put. You deserve a little help. I'll get you all cleaned up.”
And then Savannah scooted down next to Allison and started gently rubbing the wet cloth over her mound and pussy.
As I made my way towards the bathroom, I heard Rhonda behind me.
“Okay, Cin, how about you, Hannah and me clean up downstairs, to make sure there's no traces for your mom and dad to see when they return.”
As I turned to close the door, I saw Savannah lean in and kiss Ally on her lips.
I chuckled, closed the door, and switched on the shower.
Soon, parents would come to pick up the girls. Soon, Dave and Mel would get home, thank me for helping them out, and then I'd be on my way.
But I would not forget the amazing events of this sleepover.
Never.
THE END
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