Helping Bobby Learn

by Lubrican

Chapters : 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Chapter Two

Courtney, for having that shy streak, apparently trusted her own instincts, because the next time she came over, when she said "Hi" it was with a kiss on the lips. And it was more than a quick, friendly kiss too.

"Bobby's not here," I said, partly teasing and partly not.

"He doesn't have to be here for that kind of thing," she said. "But If I'm going to let you do things, I need to feel comfortable."

"Have you figured out what these mysterious things you'd like to do are yet?" I asked.

"Some of them," she said.

"You going to tell me what they are?"

"Not yet," she said. "I'm not that comfortable yet."

"Maybe I should kiss you again, then," I said.

I gave her a full monte kiss, rubbing my loins against hers and stroking her back while we exchanged bodily fluids, and she was panting when it was over.

"I hope you understand that, as a man, I'm going to respond to you as a woman," I said, my lips brushing hers.

"Uh huh," she panted.

"And you need to understand that part of this process is being honest with each other."

"Okay," she said, with her eyes closed.

"I'll try not to be crude about it," I promised.

"That's nice," she sighed.

"But right now, just from kissing you, I'd love to have you in bed naked," I said.

Her eyes popped open and she took in a deep breath, holding it.

"I understand if you're a little reluctant to do that at this point," I assured her. "I just wanted you to know how you affect me."

"Wow," she said, letting her breath out.

I gave her a quick peck on the lips, and pushed her away from me.

"Bobby should be home any time now. If you don't want me to start copping feels, then you should probably wait for him in his room."

She giggled, but then skittered away and ran up the stairs to his room. I went to my den and booted up the computer to check mail and see if I could find a masturbation aid. That was pretty routine for me. While I hadn't had women in my life since my wife died, my sex drive was still healthy. Masturbation was the quick and easy way of dealing with the occasional urge. And Courtney had created an occasional urge.

I was still looking when my peripheral vision caught movement in the doorway to the den. I looked to see Courtney there. She looked a little nervous.

"It's boring up there alone," she said.

Apparently the specter of me copping feels wasn't so terrifying after all.

"Well, it won't be boring here," I said. "I was just getting ready to deal with the feelings you created in me."

"Me?"

I looked at her. "Don't be coy, Courtney. You know you're beautiful. You know men lust after you. And you know you got me going. I even told you you got me going."

To her credit she didn't try to BS me. "So you were going to ... um ... jerk off?"

"Yes," I said simply. "Do you want to watch?"

She blinked three or four times. I could almost hear the gears turning in her head.

"How long will it take?" she asked.

I got it then. She was worried that Bobby would come home and find her watching his father flogging his log. That probably broke some agreement they had made.

"That depends on how excited I get. If I could see you ... or at least some of you naked, it probably wouldn't take long at all."

She captured her lower lip between pearly white teeth.

"Hold that thought," she said. She whipped out her cell phone and punched some buttons. She listened and then said "Where are you? Aren't you guys done yet?" She listened some more. "No, it's okay. Go ahead and take a shower. I'm just bored, but I can deal with it. I'd rather you were nice and clean when you get home so I can attack you. I'll meet you there. Okay. Bye."

She closed the phone and looked at me with an intense gaze.

"We have time."

My mind banged on that "we" she used. I was already hard. Just contemplating letting this girly girl see my prick, and thinking about her watching me jerk off had me ready to go. I stood and, rather than do this with my pants around my knees, I stripped. I knew my body was slowly going to seed. It happens to most men as they age. Some of my muscle had started to sag and soften. I still played tennis and golf, and took the dog for long walks, but that wasn't enough to keep muscles I'd worked hard to build up in good tone.

Her inspection was thorough and unashamed. No vestige of her shyness remained. She licked her lips.

"I feel like I have to pee," she said suddenly.

"You know where the bathroom is," I said, trying to sound normal. That's hard for an older man to do in the presence of a gorgeous teenager.

"I don't actually have to pee," she said. "But there's this kinda sorta pain ... down there."

"Does seeing me like this make you want to masturbate too?" I asked.

Her face darkened.

"Yes," she said. "But I can't. Not now. Not in front of you."

"That's no problem," I said. "I would like to see your breasts, though."

That she was comfortable with, perhaps because I'd not only seen them before, but touched them as well. She took off her blouse and removed her bra.

I started stroking immediately. As I did so I talked to her.

"When a man does this, he imagines himself being with a particular woman. In this case, I'm thinking about you. I imagine my penis is sliding inside you ... and that you like it. I suck your nipples first, and get you really excited, and then that's when I put it in you. I imagine you moaning. They're good moans, because you like having me inside you.”

She made a noise in her throat and her hands moved to her belly and then dropped again.

"If you want to loosen your pants and take care of things, you don't have to take them off," I said.

"What?" She was confused until she realized I wasn't fantasizing any more.

"You probably should, or else when Bobby gets home, you're going to be horny out of your mind, and you'll want to let him do too much." I started stroking again. "But it's up to you."

I detailed again which of her nipples I would suck first, and how I'd kiss the insides of her breasts, and her belly. I told her how I'd find her clit, and tease it, first with my finger and then with the tip of my cock, before spreading her open and filling her with prick.

She finally couldn't take it any longer and undid her pants. She shoved one hand into them and squatted to give the hand room inside her jeans. She groaned, and I imagined one of her fingers inside her.

"There are ways to fuck a woman," I went on, "where you go in deep and stay there. You don't go in and out. Instead you go in a circle, so your pubic bone massages hers. She can have four or five orgasms in a row that way, and I can last a long time without shooting. I'd do that to you ... give you three or four orgasms in a row."

"Ohhhhhh," she whined. Her eyes were glued to my hand.

"And then I'd ask you if I could cum inside you. Did I forget to mention I'm not wearing a condom? When I make love to you I won't want to wear anything that would separate us. I'll want to feel you ... feel your pussy milking me, trying to get my gift. I'll want to fertilize you." I sped up. "Like this."

I let go with three strings of cum, arched upward so they would get a little air time, and she could see them. I didn't worry about the floor. I could clean it later.

"I'd do this inside you," I panted.

That did it for her ... or maybe to her. She wobbled and whined, and then sank to her knees, falling forward and catching herself with one hand as the one in her pants worked feverishly. Then she groaned and suddenly looked up at me, her eyes going to my hand, which was still milking my prick slowly. Her head fell, as if she were exhausted, but she only stayed in that position for maybe ten seconds. Then she stood, removed her hand from her pants and buttoned them up. She picked up her blouse, but instead of putting it on, she came towards me.

"I've never let a boy suck them," she whispered, moving until her right nipple was right in front of my face.

I leaned forward and captured the nipple gently, giving it a loving little suckle. I didn't touch her with any other part of my body. I switched as she sighed deeply, and made sure that both nipples were well stimulated. Then I sat back.

"That was hot," I said.

"That was fucking fantastic," she responded, her eyes glittering.

"We should probably get dressed now," I said.

She stared at me for a few seconds longer, and then nodded. "Yes, but we're going to do that again."

I smiled, picking up my pants and stepping into them.

"You're calling the shots," I said.



I gave them thirty minutes after Bobby got home, and then sneaked up to see what was going on. One wall of Bobby's room was next to the upstairs deck, and there were two windows in that wall. It wasn't full dark yet, but the streetlights were on. The curtains weren't pulled closed, so I peeked in a window and saw Courtney lying back on a stack of pillows, her shirt open. Her jeans were still firmly on, but Bobby was sucking titty like there was no tomorrow. I saw her hand come to his head and move him from one nipple to the other. Then she pulled his face up for kisses and they made out for a while. They broke apart and I could see they were talking, though I couldn't understand the words. It became clear, though, when he got off the bed and undid his pants, pushing them to his knees. His youthful prick was strong and straight and, of course, hard as a rock. He stared stroking, pointing it at her.

I imagined the conversation that had gone on in that room.

Her: "I'm going to let you do something new, but you have to do it the way I say to."

Him: "Okay!" Guys will agree to anything.

Her: "It's going to get you excited, but you can't try to get in my pants."

Him: "What am I going to do?"

Her: "You can beat off. I'll watch you."

Him: "Fuck! Okay! Yeah, baby! What do you want me to do?"

Of course it might not have been like that at all, but it's what ran through my mind as I watched her watching him. She pinched her nipples and spoke. I would have given a lot to hear what she said, because he speeded up and started squirting all over the place. In all, I think he might have lasted for a grand total of forty-five seconds before he blew his nut.



When they came downstairs, Bobby said "Hey, we're going to go get ice cream."

I said, "Good. You should always do something together after you engage in sexual behavior."

They both skidded to a stop.

"It makes sure that your relationship is built on more than just sex," I said. "Sex is fun, but you can't do it all the time. For a good relationship, there have to be other things to do too." I was surprised that it was Courtney who spoke first.

"Have you been spying on us?"

I grinned. "How many times do I have to remind you I was once your age. I had girlfriends. I know what I did with them when I got them alone in my room."

Kids are so gullible. They both bought it.



Bobby drew the line in some circumstances. Like when we were sitting together at the kitchen table one night, having a snack, and she suggested that if I taught her how to masturbate me, she could then transfer that learnig to masturbating Bobby. The first thing I thought of was that, if she wanted to learn how to jerk him off, she could learn on him, instead of me. Bobby wasn't quite up to speed yet, though. All he could think about was their agreement that he should be there when I was teaching something, and all he could see in his mind's eye was me, naked and her doing things with me that he didn't want to see.

"I don't have to be there for that," he said, closing his eyes.

"Okay," said Courtney, entirely too quickly. Bobby didn't catch that either.

Which is why the next time she came over "to meet Bobby," it was two hours early, so she had "ample time to master the art," as she put it.

Within about fifteen minutes I was lying on my bed, naked, and Courtney was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, staring at what she intended to put her hands on.

"Yours looks different than Bobby's," she said.

"Each one is unique," I said.

"How can a girl stand to put that in her mouth?" she asked, and shuddered once.

"That's a different lesson," I said. "Let's not rush things. I thought you were going to learn how to handle a boy."

She didn't get the double meaning, probably because she was working up her courage to reach for Mr. Happy. To defuse the nervousness, I introduced him.

"Mister Happy, this is Courtney. She's a babe, and she'd like to make you feel good. I expect you to cooperate with her. Courtney? This is Mister Happy. He's called that because he's very very happy to meet you. He gets a little nervous around pretty girls, though, and sometimes he spits up."

I might have well as said "Ugh. You touch dick now!" She neither smiled nor spoke. Instead, she reached and grasped Mr. Happy's body and gave it a tentative squeeze.

"It's hot!" she said softly.

"Body temperature," I said, giving up on the humor angle.

"It feels so soft ... except its hard!"

"The stiffness is on the inside," I said. "The skin on the outside is just normal skin."

Her hand moved and my foreskin slipped off the glans, revealing the shiny purple head.

"That's not normal skin," she said. She moved it up and down curiously.

"You already have the idea," I said, reveling in the feel of a female's hand on my cock for the first time in almost two decades.

"This is so cool!" she sighed. Then she frowned. "But it's no wonder it hurt so much when Brad ..." She stopped.

"You weren't ready," I said. "Brad went too fast and you weren't ready for it when it happened. If you're ready, it's not painful at all."

"He did go too fast. I kept telling him no, but he kept pushing and suddenly it hurt really bad. I screamed. It must have scared him because he yelled and got off of me."

"I'm sorry it was that way for you the first time," I said.

"It's not your fault," she said.

"No, but that's a memory that will always be there, and it should have been a good one."

"I guess," she said.

"When I make love to you, you'll be ready. I promise you when you feel me in you, you'll be happy about it," I said.

She stopped stroking. "I never said I'd do that with you."

"I know," I said. "But when the time comes, you will. I won't do it without your permission, but when I ask if I can, you'll say yes."

"You sound awfully sure of yourself," she said, sounding slightly miffed.

"I understand women."

"Do you really want to ... make love to me?" she asked.

"That's a difficult question to answer," I said. "On the face of it, biologically, I'm ecstatic about the idea of having sex with you. That's just my male body reacting to your female one. But that's just one level. I also like you. I think you're beautiful, and brave and intelligent. Those are attributes of a sexy woman. So on that level there is intense sexual interest. But part of liking you is respecting you too. And that means if you're not interested in me then I should back off. I want you to feel comfortable in my home, and being around me. So if I thought it was going to cause a problem, I'd have to tell myself you're off limits. Then there's the fact that your boyfriend is my son. So it's completely inappropriate for me to want to do things with you on that account. And I'm not even mentioning the fact that you're too young, by society's standards. Does that make sense?"

What I didn't know was she wasn't a philosopher about it. What she was having trouble with was that an adult - an adult she was interested in - could be interested in her too. Like a lot of young women, while she wanted to be sexy, she wasn't at all sure she made the cut. Boys her age didn't count. They were always horny. So her response tried to confirm what she thought I'd said.

"I get all that, but I'm not sure it answers my question. Let's just say I wanted it. Would you want it too?"

I shrugged. "All other issues aside ... I'd want to try to knock you up with twins."

"Wow," she said softly.

"How does that make you feel?" I asked.

"Horny," she said.

"I'd be happy to masturbate you while you learn to masturbate me," I offered.

She jerked, and realized she was still gripping Mr. Happy. I think when she started stroking him again it was instinct.

"Would I have to get naked?" she asked.

"Only if you were comfortable doing that," I said.

"You're kidding," she said. "Me, comfortable being naked with you ... while you're naked too? What planet were you born on?"

I laughed. "You're thinking in terms of regular men. I'm not a regular guy when it comes to this kind of thing. You're completely safe with me. I won't ever do anything until you tell me to. While I'd love nothing more than climb on top of you and fuck your brains out, I won't do that until you actually tell me that's what you want."

"Do we have time?" she asked, her breath coming faster now.

"Yes, but I don't think it's a good idea for you to try to learn this while I'm distracting you. Why don't you practice first, and then I'll take the edge off for you."

She blinked and swallowed. "Okay."



It was almost anticlimactic. First off, she understood the theory of things quite well and quickly to boot. She loved the feel of the skin on my shaft sliding along that hard interior, and once she figured out the right pace, she also figured out that slowing or speeding gave her control over my response. She stroked me for about fifteen minutes, and I honestly think the only reason she finished me off was because she was getting tired.

When the moment came, she delighted in watching my fountain spurt up into the air. I reached and moved her hand so it didn't get all over her, and then tutored her on how to slow down and milk the teat, so to speak. She was flushed and breathing hard, grinning with joy.

Before I reached for her I put my face right in front of hers and said "I won't be able to get hard again for at least twenty minutes. Let me make you feel good now."

"Okay!" she gasped, her eyes darting.

She didn't exactly help me strip her, but she didn't inhibit the process either. When she lifted her hips to let me slide her jeans and panties off, I knew it was going to be all right.

Not to bore you, I went to work on her nipples with my mouth, and her clit with three stiffened fingers made into a paddle that I whipped back and forth. She was writhing within two minutes. Then, when I sensed she was getting close, I kissed her and, taking a chance that she used tampons, slid my fat middle finger into her, hooking it and pulling to crush her clitty while I vibrated that hand.

She went off like a bomb, squealing and crying and laughing, all at the same time. Her hands came to capture my head and she wanted more kisses. I gave them to her and let her calm down, before showing her I was rock hard again.

"I guess you affect me more than usual," I said. "It hasn't been fifteen minutes yet."

"You're kidding," she moaned. "It feels like you've been mauling me for hours."

"I didn't maul you," I complained.

"I know," she said, actually smiling. "But after that ... I can't wait until you do."

"We need to get dressed," I said.

"Yes," she agreed.



After I got dressed, I left her to finish her own redressing alone, and went to the kitchen. She came in ten minutes later, having taken time to work on her hair, which she had thrown around quite a bit while I was fingerfucking her. I was making cookies and she came to scoop a dollop of dough onto her finger and eat it.

"Thank you," she said.

"I'm still hard," I said. "That's what you do to me."

"We don't have time before Bobby gets here," she said.

"I know that. I just want you to know how you affect men."

"It's so hard to believe. I mean you're handsome ... grown up ... "

"Old?" I grinned.

"I used to think of you as old," she admitted. "Now, not so much. I mean I know you're older, but it's different somehow."

Bobby crashed into the house. When he found us in the kitchen, standing close together, he frowned.

"Did you ...?" I could tell he didn't really want to know.

Courtney played him like a fiddle.

"I'm so glad you're home. I've been waiting for you. I can't wait to show you what I learned. Come on. You'll have to eat later. We have to go upstairs right now!"

I peeked again, of course. She stayed clothed again, but they made out for ten minutes before she attacked his pants, baring his stiff adolescent prick. She said something to him and leaned down to give the tip a kiss - her own idea - before she started working on him. I could see her talking to him, probably asking for input on her performance, because she brought him off in less than five minutes. Apparently she had been paying attention to my actions when she did me, because it looked like she aimed him off to one side when he went off.

Then she lay down next to him for more kisses, but the foolish boy was all tired, with a stupid grin on his face, and didn't pay homage to her. I was going to have to speak to him about that.

As soon as I figured out a way for me to know about his failure.



It was probably two weeks before she wanted to learn something else. I think being naked with me, and the orgasm she had with my finger in her scared her a little bit. She already knew that she could get herself into situations where she wanted more than was good for her, and she was smart enough to try to control that, my "trustworthiness" notwithstanding.

All of you reading this, of course, probably think that my "trustworthiness" was a sham, and that the only reason I restrained my urges was to get her to accept what I wanted. But isn't that what "seduction" is all about? Each person tries this or that technique to attract the opposite member, in hopes of arriving at the mating stage. My shtick, if you want to call it that, was honesty. I simply told a woman what I hoped we'd eventually do, sometimes phrasing it as what we would do, as if it were a foregone conclusion. If she was attracted to me, that sometimes worked. If she wasn't, it didn't.

And I can hear some of you saying "That's all well and good, but this was a callow young woman, who was susceptible to brainwashing, and to top it off she was your son's girlfriend! How crass!"

Give me a break. Teenagers go through a platoon of boy and girlfriends. Nobody thinks that two kids who are going together when they're fifteen will still be going together when they're seventeen or eighteen. Well the kids do, but we all know the odds are against them. That's what dating in high school is all about - getting the experience to begin to understand what you really want from a relationship, and your potential mate.

All I was doing was giving her some of that experience, and with a lot less pain than she would have gone through had she done it on her own. Besides, nobody was talking about marriage here. We were both just having a little fun while she learned how to make her boyfriend beg. It would all be good for her in the future. At least I hoped so. By that I mean that really was my intent.

OK, it was part of my intent. Cupid was a complicated fellow. And he'd been submerged for a long, long time. I admit I was a little crazy at first.

Anyway, as I said, for about two weeks, when she came over, she hugged me (full body hug) and kissed me (interesting, and on the lips, but not make-out grade) and then treated me like her boyfriend's father for the rest of the evening. I peeked occasionally. What she was doing seemed to be quite satisfying to Bobby, so he left off pushing her to do more. I saw her rubbing between her legs several times, and she often let him suck her nipples, but she never got completely naked with him. Like I said, she was a smart girl.

Then one day she arrived an hour early again, and the hello kiss she gave me was a scorcher. She also ground her pussy against my dick.

"What's that all about?" I asked.

"It's about time for my period and I always get extra horny then," she said.

"Well each period is a celebration," I said.

She looked startled.

"Why? I hate them."

"Each one means you're not with child," I reminded her.

"Oh." She squinted her eyes at me. "I thought you wanted to make twins in me."

"I do, but that doesn't mean it's a wonderful idea," I said. "Me making twins in you would severely limit your options, and would not be fair to you at all."

"What about you?" she asked. "If you got me pregnant, it would affect you too."

"It would indeed," I said. "I would be likely to want to marry you."

"Marry me?" She laughed. "That's the silliest thing I ever heard."

"Indeed," I said. "Hence my intention not to actually get you pregnant when I break down your defenses and we make love."

"You really think you're going to get in my panties, don't you," she mused.

"I already have gotten in your panties," I said. "Except you weren't wearing any at the time."

"That's different," she said.

"Agreed, but exciting, nonetheless. Maybe too exciting?"

She looked away but then back. "It made me want to let you make twins in me."

"Good!" I said. "I want you to be aware of that kind of passion, because it can lead to your undoing."

"You talk funny," she said.

"Then let's do more than talk." I leered, and then let my face go normal. "You're here early. I sense you want something."

"I get frustrated," she said. "I do all these things for Bobby, and he loves them, and that's all great, except I get left high and dry, and I can't let him do stuff to me because he'll go crazy and try to have sex with me."

"So you want me to stand there and ride herd on him while he pleases you?"

"No!" she said, looking disgusted. "I want you to make me feel good ... like you did last time."

"But wouldn't that be cheating?" I asked.

"No," she said, quite seriously. "I'm not going to let you fuck me. I just want you to rub me ... you know ... with your finger ... like last time."

Ten minutes later we'd been making out for eight minutes and we were both naked. She loved rubbing up against me, and of course I loved it too. I hooked a finger in her and searched for her G-spot while she whined and writhed. She popped a good one and I stopped, to let her catch her breath. I didn't take my finger out, though, and continued to lick and suck her nipples gently.

"That is so cool," she sighed.

"I want to show you something new," I said.

"You can't put it in me," she moaned. "I know you want to, and I want to too, but you can't."

"I'm not going to put it in you," I said.

I didn't give her time to worry about it. I just eased my finger out of her and scooted down to put a lip lock on her pussy. She wailed, first because she didn't want me to put my mouth there. I heard the word "nasty", but by then I had my tongue in her and my lips found her clitty and sucked. After that it was all downhill to another orgasm that made her scream. She had the common sense to grab a pillow and scream into that. Well, with one hand, anyway. One of her hands was shoved into my hair, pulling my face against her the whole time, while her hips bucked and bounced.

I kissed my way up over her pubes and onto her belly. She covered her breasts.

"No more," she panted.

I put my face right over hers. Her eyes looked wild.

"You want me to fuck you right now ... don't you?" I asked softly.

She bit her bottom lip, and looked terrified.

"I'm not going to," I said. "But you want it ... don't you."

All I wanted was for her to admit it. I didn't mean to make her cry. But cry she did, just leaking tears at first and then sobbing. I think a lot of it was the let down from the fear that I was going to do it, and her sudden knowledge that if I tried ... she'd let me. And then when it didn't happen, she felt this great relief. She finally settled down, her face pressed tightly against my chest.

"Hey, it's okay," I said.

"I know," she moaned. Then she pulled her face back. "You are going to fuck me some day!"

"Only when you're ready," I said. "It's no big deal."

"It is a big deal," she insisted. "It's not like I'm saving my virginity for one particular guy or anything, but I always wanted to give it to somebody special. I never knew any boys ... men ... who were special like that. But you make me crazy. This is just weird!"

"I told you. It's not going to happen until you say so," I said, stroking her hair.

"I want you to do it right now, this very second!" she bawled.

"No you don't," I said. "That's just hormones talking. I got you going. Your body is demanding something, but you can rise above that."

"Thanks to you," she said, sniffling.

"It's all of my nefarious plan to seduce you," I said.

"Well it's working!" she barked.

"Of course it is. I'm good."

"But you're nice too. I should do something special for you."

"Like what?" I asked.

She looked away, suddenly nervous.

"Melanie ... one of my friends ... She talks about blow jobs all the time. She says guys love them."

"She's right," I said. I was already hard, and the thought of her mouth on Mr. Happy made him leak a little.

"It seems so yucky!" Her smooth face twisted into a wrinkled mask. I was astonished it could even make wrinkles.

"Is sucking on a Popsicle yucky?" I asked.

Now she looked at me. "No, but that's way different."

"The only real difference is that it's warm instead of cold," I said. "And it's not sweet," I added. "Some women like the taste and some don't. It's like anything else."

"But it's ... dirty ... I mean ... guys pee out of it."

"Well, I could say that girls pee out of where I just had a snack, except you tasted wonderful, so I can't use that as an example."

"Really?"

"Sweetheart, I'd suck your pussy every day if I could," I said. "You're yummy." I held up a finger to stop her from talking. "Look, if it weirds you out, just get a washcloth and clean it off first. It's no big deal."

She looked at Mr. Happy.

"What about that stuff?" she asked, pointing at a drool of white, the result of our discussion about her possibly sucking the thing that was leaking.

I wiped my finger through it and licked one side of my fingertip.

"Tastes a little salty and slightly bitter. See what you think."

"Ewwww," she wrinkled her face again.

"It didn't kill me," I pointed out.

She looked at the un-licked side of my finger. There was hardly anything on it. She licked her lips and looked in my eyes.

"Do you like green olives?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Then this probably won't make you want to hurl."

She took my hand and inspected the finger. Suddenly, quite quickly, she licked and then flung my hand away. Her face took on the kind of look that alum will cause. Then her facial muscles relaxed.

"I don't taste anything at all," she said, licking her lips.

"You didn't get much," I said. I reached for my cock and milked another drop out of it, catching it on one finger. I transferred it to her index finger and leaned back to watch. She sniffed and then did that sudden licking motion that convinced me she was just getting it over with. Her face didn't prune up so much this time.

"That's not so bad," she said, sounding surprised. "You're right. It's kind of bitter, but not bad, and the salt part actually tastes good."

"If you get a mouthful I'm sure it tastes slightly different," I said.

"Melanie says you have to swallow, or the guy will think you're a bitch."

"Melanie is hanging around with the wrong guys," I said.

"We'd better hurry," she said. “Bobby will be here in less than an hour."

"You sure you want to try this?" I asked.

She licked her lips. Then she nodded. "Do you?"

I grinned.

"Oh yeah," I said.



Courtney turned out to be one of those girls whose mouth is an erogenous zone. I hadn't noticed, just kissing, though I did notice she loved to French. But once she got a dick in her mouth, almost startling changes came over her. The very first one was just after she worked up the courage to do more than kiss the tip. Once she got the head in her mouth, with her lips sealed around the crown, she sucked experimentally and then her tongue slithered all around. She pulled off, looking astonished.

"This is fun!" she gasped.

"For both of us," I said happily.

After that I didn't have to teach her anything, except that, as good as her mouth felt, for me to shoot I was going to need some stroking to go with it.

"I'm not doing it right?" She sounded upset.

"Some guys can get off just from being sucked. I've always needed more," I explained. "You need to be able to do both, just in case."

So she did that, until I was moaning and groaning and warning her I was about to shoot. Then I was there and the first shot went off in her mouth. She pulled off quickly and put her thumb over the eye of my one-eyed dragon while she tasted and then swallowed. My cum spurted out sideways for two shots and then her mouth dove onto it again and she sucked me so dry my balls ached.

She'd gotten going again, so I fingerfucked her through another bone wrencher, punishing her clit with the base of my finger. Then, right while she was in the middle of that one, I extended it by telling her my prick was going to feel even better, and that it would squirt all that yummy stuff in her womb, where it would try to make twins swell her belly.

One thing about that girl. She purely loved the fantasy of getting pregnant. Just the fantasy, mind you ... but she loved that part a lot.



I got a phone call, which prevented me from peeking at the kids after Bobby got home. It didn't matter. After their date, when he came in the house, he came to plop down across the living room from me.

"You've been doing more stuff with Courtney, haven't you," he said.

"Do you want me to tell you what you want to hear, or the truth?" I asked him.

"I don't know," he sighed.

"Are you two getting along okay?" I asked.

"Better than ever," he said.

"I mean besides the sex," I said.

"That's the whole point," he said. "It's like I don't get so antsy any more, because I know she's going to take care of me. And I know she likes doing it. So I don't spend so much time thinking about that, and we do more of other stuff."

"That's good," I said. "You can't base a relationship on sex alone."

"I know that," he said, sounding upset. "It's just that I know she's practicing on you. And she won't let me do anything for her."

"Do you want to do something for her?" I asked.

"Hell yes!" he barked. "She makes me feel fantastic. I'd like to make her feel that way too."

"Has she told you why she won't let you?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "She's afraid I'll get too pushy."

"How do you feel about that?" I asked.

"It's different now," he said. "I mean I remember what I used to feel like. She drove me crazy. But now ... I mean she lets me do some stuff, and then she does stuff to me, and it's great and I'm so happy ... but ..."

"You feel like she's not getting her share," I suggested.

"Yeah!"

"Well how about that," I said softly. "The boy is growing up."

"What?"

"Nothing. There's a solution to your problem, but I'm not sure you'll go for it," I said.

"What solution?"

"She might let you do some very nice things for her if I'm there to coach you," I said.

He was silent for a while. Then he spoke.

"You're right. The idea of you standing there giving me pointers isn't ringing my bell."

"You want to make her happy, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then. Nobody will ever know but us three. And based on the relationship we already have, I don't think Courtney is going to mind a whole lot."

"That's because she likes you," he said.

"That's because she likes you," I said. "And because of me, she's getting to do a whole lot more with you than before. It's the enabler in me she likes, not me, myself."

"She says you're the coolest old guy she knows," said my son.

"Gee, thanks a lot."

"She says that if I ever piss her off, she's going to start going with you, just to pay me back," he said.

"Oh really," I said.

"How do you think that makes me feel?" he moaned.

"I would hope it makes you feel like you don't want to piss her off."

He finally smiled and got up to go to his room. He turned around at the doorway.

"I'll talk to her about it," he said. "You know ... try some of that communication you're always talking about."

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