Our new sextoy Schoolgirl
"May I sit here?"
The woman looked up briefly from a newspaper to nod, then returned
to her reading without examining the young man who placed his tray
on the table and sat opposite her. He had chosen that table in
the bustle of the noon-time Commons, because its location against
a wall promised relief from the boisterous students elsewhere in
the vast room.
"Would you pass the salt, please?" he asked.
The woman complied but paused a moment to scrutinize him before
lowering her head again. He guessed she was a secretary or a
librarian. In any event she was older than he and not especially
pretty, although she had a pleasant, clear face. Her brown hair
was pulled into a bun atop her head. Her breasts were ample, he
noticed particularly, and she possessed lovely forearms. But she
was not the sort of female he fantasized about when he whacked
off, which he had done about an hour previously while naked on his
bed. On that occasion he had thought about his fifteen-year-old
cousin, Mary, whom he had recently glimpsed naked quite by
accident.
The woman interrupted his reverie. "Watch my paper," she said as
she rose. "I'm getting another cup of coffee."
He looked at her from behind as she returned to the cafeteria
line. Her skirt revealed well-shaped, slender calves and a perky
butt. He assumed she was about thirty years old.
He pulled the newspaper to him and opened it to the editorial
page, which he read as he slurped tomato soup. He was half way
through a column by Maureen Dowd when he sensed a presence behind
him.
"She can be very scathing at times," the same woman said over his
shoulder before rounding the table to resume her seat.
He surrendered the paper to her. "Not always. You can tell when
she struggles without a clear topic."
She examined his face with her head slightly atilt. "Are you a
freshman?"
"Sophomore."
"I wouldn't have guessed it. You look more like a high school
student."
He shrugged. People usually mistook his age. He didn't shave
yet, although he was nineteen. "I'm too blonde."
"It's not just that. I've known blonde guys who are real hunks."
The woman's comment annoyed him. It was gratuitous, he thought,
although her implication was valid. He weighed less than one
fifty and stood just five nine.
"But I don't like hunks," she added quickly with a warm smile.
"My name is Mona."
"Cecil," he muttered.
"Cecil! That's rather English."
"I'm named after my dad." He looked boldly into her face. "What
do you do?"
"I'm writing a dissertation in the history department."
"You're a graduate student?"
"Of course. Who else writes dissertations?"
"I thought you might be a librarian."
"Because of my hair?" she asked, reaching up to touch the bun.
"Do you think it too stodgy?"
"It suits you." He hastened to add, "I mean, I don't think it's
stodgy. It's rather attractive."
"Thank you, Cecil. Do people call you Cecil? That name is
blander than my hair."
"I'm known as Toby back home."
"Then Toby it shall be."
She was about to say more -- at least her mouth remained open --
before she raised an arm and waved it vigorously. He turned to
see a girl approach, a petite brunette with a pale, doll-like
face. The girl leaned down when she reached the table and kissed
Mona, who embraced her awkwardly from a sitting position. The
newcomer casually palmed one of Mona's breasts as their kiss
continued.
"I just got in," the girl announced when they parted
"I've missed you so much!" Mona exclaimed, holding the girl's
hand. "It's been two months!"
Toby, feeling out of place, rose to leave.
"Don't go!" Mona protested. "I want you to meet Gwen." She
pulled the slight girl onto her lap. "Gwen," she said, "this is
Toby. He's a sophomore."
Toby resumed his seat to stare at the pretty girl, who, despite
her diminutive size, appeared to be older than he. She smiled at
him politely, without interest.
"Have you unpacked your car?" Mona asked.
Gwen shook her head. "The trunk is full of books and stuff."
"Maybe Toby will help us," Mona said with a bright smile. Turning
to him she asked, "Would you mind? I'll fix you dinner tonight as
a reward."
He shrugged. He had nothing better to do on this first day back
from summer vacation, and the couple, especially Gwen, intrigued
him.
"Splendid!" Mona exclaimed.
All three of them stood. Toby immediately noticed that Mona was
at least an inch taller than he and Gwen half a head shorter. The
two women held hands as they walked ahead of him out of the
Commons.
* * *
Toby cast glances at Gwen while he worked but could not make out
her shape because of the loosely-fitted blouse and slacks. It was
a matter of concern to him because he had selected the girl to be
one of his masturbatory fantasy images and felt that her pretty
face alone was insufficient inspiration.
It took less than ten minutes for him to unload the car and carry
Gwen's stuff into the apartment she shared with Mona. They helped
with a few light things. He did not mind being used as a porter
and hoped they would allow him to become a regular visitor. He
assumed they were lesbians or at least involved in a girl-to-girl
relationship, a circumstance he considered exotic. Their ages
already placed them beyond his reach, he felt, and their evident
sexual preference made them even more unattainable. He found that
curiously liberating, because he would not have to play games with
them, yet they might be frank about sex.
"You've been a great help," Mona assured him when he brought in
the last box from the car. "Would you like a beer?"
He refused and stood for a moment looking at them. Gwen cuddled
to Mona, who had an arm around the smaller girl's shoulder.
"I should be going," he said. "You two obviously want to be
alone."
"You've got that right, Toby," Mona agreed. "We haven't seen each
other in a couple of months. But you don't have to leave. It's
nice to have an understanding guy around the house."
Gwen fondled one her friend's breasts. "You can stay, if you
want," she said politely without the least embarrassment. "We
just need a few minutes together."
"Maybe half an hour," Mona corrected the girl, drawing her
backwards toward a bedroom door.
Actually, they were gone closer to an hour, during which time Toby
heard continuous noises of sexual activity coming from the
bedroom. He wondered what they were doing specifically, although
he had a general idea. Gwen was louder than Mona and cried out
more frequently in her soprano voice, but Mona's alto groans and
exclamations, while softer, were no less emphatic. Their ecstatic
chorus caused his cock to swell and remain hard throughout the
concert, and he could not avoid visiting the bathroom to
masturbate toward the end of it.
Not long after he returned to the couch Gwen emerged and rushed
naked to the bathroom in full view of him. She had a small,
slender body with pert breasts, much like a teenager. He
treasured the sight, recording it for later use. Mona came from
the bedroom in a robe. She sat beside him on the couch and took
the can of beer from him for a sip.
"That was inhospitable of us," she apologized, placing a hand on
his thigh.
"It was rather exciting," he responded boldly. "I've only heard
talk about lesbians before."
"I'm not a lesbian, Toby, although Gwen is. I was actually
married once."
"That's too bad about Gwen."
"She's happy, and so am I, although it's not much consolation for
you. You're a virgin, aren't you?"
He hung his head without comment.
"I thought so when we first met. Gwen is too, although she's
twenty-five. She's only known girls since she was fourteen.
We've been together for almost two years, and I've told her a
number of times that she should try a guy at least once."
"Just once? But it hurts the first time. That wouldn't be much
of an experience."
"No, no. I mean she should have a fling with a guy, maybe for a
few months."
Toby began to hope for something too awesome to believe. "You
mean me?" he squeaked.
"Of course you. I thought so from the beginning, and you've
behaved very nicely out here. A lot of guys would have burst in
on us."
"But, but . . ." he stammered. "I've never had any luck with
girls, and she's a lesbian."
"That's true. It's up to her. That's why I want you to hang out
with us this semester. We'll be friends and do things together.
Maybe you'll get lucky."
"Mona!" Gwen called from the bathroom door. "Are you plotting
against me with that boy?"
The older one turned to face her. "Yes, darling. I've asked Toby
to stick around."
Gwen glared at them, arms akimbo, unembarrassed by her nakedness.
Toby ogled the diminutive girl shamelessly, finding her absolutely
stunning.
"I'll have something to say about that!" she exclaimed and
retreated to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
"It doesn't look too promising," Toby observed.
Mona barked a laugh. "You'll have to be patient, although I know
that's a lot to ask of a guy."
"I mean I've never been this close to, you know, having sex. But
my chances still seem as lousy as ever."
The woman raised her hand to stroke his blonde hair, all the while
staring into his young face with a curious expression.
"It must be difficult," she said softly, pulling his head to her
shoulder.
After a moment of silence she started and abruptly stood. "You
should leave now," she stated in an anxious tone of voice. "Come
back for supper at around six thirty. I'll have a talk with
Gwen."
* * *
For the next few hours Toby occupied himself fitfully, examining
the course offerings in the school catalogue and visiting the
bookstore. He had no close friends at the university, certainly
none with whom he could discuss his remarkable situation. It had
been easier, he thought, when he entertained no hopes of having
sex with the pretty girl, when his position was less ambiguous.
Still, he remained eager to return, and he looked impatiently at
his watch every few minutes.
Mona appeared flustered and unhappy when she opened the door to
his knock. He was on time. It was precisely six thirty.
"Gwen's not here," she announced, standing aside for him to enter.
"We had words."
"I hope I didn't cause trouble between you two," he said with
concern.
"No, it's not your fault, Toby. I'm the guilty one. I pushed her
too hard on this matter."
"But why? I'm still just a stranger. I could leave."
"Please don't. She'll be back, although I don't think she'll
change her mind about ? you know."
"It would be easier on me if I didn't see her again," he objected.
"I don't even know her, but thinking about her, about the
possibility has gotten me excited."
"Again, it's my fault. I shouldn't have raised your hopes. I
thought it would be sweet for her to experience the first time
with a virgin boy."
"But she doesn't want that!"
"Evidently. She seemed more adamant than ever when I raised the
matter this time." She grinned. "I didn't have a boy in waiting
before." She took his hand. "Come sit with me. The lasagna is
still baking."
They sat on the couch. Mona moved close and began to stroke his
hair as she had done earlier.
"You must constantly fantasize about having a girl," she said.
"I'm sorry I got you so excited."
He remained silent, enjoying the petting and the woman's faint
lemon aroma.
"I feel guilty about it," she cooed, pulling his head to her
shoulder. "Have you ever thought about doing it with a woman
who's older and more experienced than someone like Gwen?"
He caught her meaning immediately. "You want to have sex with
me?"
She laughed. "I don't lust after you, Toby. But I do feel
responsible for your discomfort and I'd like to help."
He was a loss for words, but his cock became eloquent, thickening
in anticipation.
"Pretend I'm your girl," she whispered, kissing his head. "Do
what you want."
He had on occasion fantasized about his Aunt Tillie, who was
Mona's age, so the situation did not appall him. He placed a hand
tentatively on her bare thigh, then ran it more confidently under
the skirt to touch her panties.
"We don't have to kiss, if that displeases you," she chided him.
"Yes. Of course. I'm sorry. I don't know how to do this right."
She embraced him and kissed is forehead. "Getting undressed is
the awkward part," she said. "Why don't I go into the bedroom?
You can join me in a couple of minutes."
Without waiting for his response she rose from the couch and
walked to the bedroom, leaving the door partially open behind her.
He fidgeted in uncertainty. Not knowing whether or not he should
take off his clothes before joining her, he finally compromised by
stripping to his underpants.
She lay upon the bed with hair undone, spread across the pillow.
A sheet covered most of her, but the right leg and thigh were
exposed as well as part of a breast. She smiled serenely with
lips slightly parted.
"You look like a gymnast, Toby. Let's see the rest of you."
He felt foolish ogling her because it was unnecessary; he would
have her completely nude in just seconds. He hurriedly pushed
down the underpants to her smiling approval. She raised an arm in
invitation. He bent beside her on the bed, both hands on her bare
thigh, and kissed it with tongue extended. Rising up, he pulled
the sheet away and stared at her, a palm fondling her left breast.
He leaned down into her embrace and they kissed passionately. She
urged him to move atop her.
"Take your pleasure, Toby," she cooed into his ear as he settled
between upraised knees.
He felt her guiding hand as he stared into her face, their noses
almost touching. His knob penetrated, the sensation causing him
to shudder. She pushed and he thrust, embedding himself fully.
"Take your pleasure, darling," she whispered again and kissed his
lips.
After just a few strokes he neared his climax. She smiled at the
increasing astonishment on his ecstatic face.
"Yes! Yes!" she cried when he squealed and shot thick spurts into
her tightness. She fondled his head as he regained his breath,
inviting a kiss and receiving it.
"I was too quick," he said sheepishly, rolling off to lie beside
her.
"You'll last longer next time," she assured him.
"I want you to enjoy it also," he said gallantly.
"But I did -- although I didn't have an orgasm. We'll take care
of that later. But now I'd better see to the lasagna."
* * *
Toby sat on the couch after supper with a glass of red wine in
hand, feeling enormously proud of his achievement. Fucking had
been more delightful than he had ever imagined, and Mona promised
more. They had both dressed completely, assuming without
mentioning it that Gwen might show up at any time.
The girl returned not long after the meal. Toby thought she would
be upset to see him there, but that was not the case. She smiled
at him and gave Mona a kiss on the lips.
"You've been screwing," she said. "I can smell it."
"Yes, we have," Mona responded, "and we'll do it again. You know
I haven't had a guy in over a year."
"But he's just a kid!"
"I can assure you he's a grown man regardless of his appearance.
And he's not the sort to cause trouble, like the last guy I
brought home."
Gwen nodded in understanding and glanced at Toby, who began to
feel excluded with the women talking about him as though he were
elsewhere.
"Was it good?" she asked him with a tinge of bitterness in her
voice. "Was it what you always dreamed about?"
"Yes. That and more," he replied calmly despite the welcome
attention, refusing to be intimidated by the pretty young woman.
She shrugged and went into the kitchen where she clattered about
getting a plate of lasagna.
"Where's the wine?" she called.
"Out here," Mona replied.
Gwen returned to the front room with a glass.
Toby rose from the couch. "I'd better leave now."
"No. Don't go," the girl said casually, taking the wine bottle
from Mona's hand and returning to the kitchen. "Stay the night,"
she called out.
Mona cast him a delighted grin. "You may get lucky tonight,
Toby," she whispered.
"I've already been lucky today," he said, putting an arm around
the woman and palming a breast with the other hand. "I'm not
really interested in her any longer."
"Two are better than one," she retorted, eyes narrowing,
"especially when the one has five fingers."
He understood her threat of cutting him off if he did not go
along.
"I've been hoping for this since I first met her," she insisted.
"Why?"
"Because I want her to be happy. She's not been content with me,
nor has she ever been with other girls. I think down deep she's
heterosexual. At least she should give it a try."
He was too inexperienced to know whether Mona was talking nonsense
or otherwise. In any event he could look forward to a night in
bed with two women, of whom one might balk at the last moment. It
was then just before nine. Not yet bedtime.
"Has Mona been giving you tips on ripping my cherry?" Gwen asked
when she came into the room with a glass of wine in hand.
"Nothing specific," he responded. "I've never done it before,
though."
"Of course you haven't. You'll probably botch it."
Toby looked at her incredulously. "How can one botch something
like that? Your hymen will either tear or it won't."
Gwen took a sip of wine, then said, "I almost did it once with my
cousin Jeff, just to get it over with."
"When was that?" Mona asked.
"I was sixteen and had just broken up with a girl. I thought I'd
try being a slut, but not as a virgin. Jeff was only twelve at
the time, and he was eager to fuck, but I changed my mind at the
last minute. I watched him whack off instead."
"You should have done it." Mona sniffed. "You'd probably have
avoided ten years of bitchiness."
Gwen scowled at her lover. "Perhaps you're right." She returned
to the kitchen.
Mona, taking Toby's hand, called after her. "Toby and I are going
to bed now. Join us when you're ready."
They went into the bedroom where they calmly undressed. He
explored her naked body with his hands and occasional kisses after
she reclined on the bed.
"Don't get me excited, not yet," she implored when his face neared
her dark pubic bush. "I have to supervise the surgery."
"Do you think she'll go through with it?" he asked, sitting up on
the side of the bed.
"I hope so, but she might become frightened. You're surprisingly
large down there."
"Do you really think so? I don't measure much more than average."
"But the rest of you is smaller. You might shock her."
When the door creaked open, he turned to see Gwen, naked, staring
at her feet and twining fingers together.
"I don't want to do it," she said in a low voice, "but I will."
Mona jumped up to embrace the girl and lead her to the bed. When
she lay stiffly on her back, Toby sat beside her. Mona remained
standing. He placed a hand on a pale thigh, causing the younger
woman to flinch.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I'm not used to you yet."
"You're very beautiful," he said, leaning down to whisper. "I
want to taste you."
She said nothing in response, but she accepted a gentle kiss on
the lips. He moved his face down her body to suckle a small
breast, his hand roaming a smooth, slender thigh. She pushed at
his head.
"I'm too nervous," she protested. "Let Mona do it."
Do what? he wondered. Mona was not built for the job at hand. He
climbed atop the young woman and she sighed as she spread her
legs. Mona leaned close to raise the girl's knees on either side
of him.
"Push your butt forward," she advised.
Gwen did as instructed but exclaimed, "This is going to be awful!"
Toby felt the woman's hand on his penis, positioning it. He
kissed Gwen's forehead beneath him and thrust, breaking through
with surprising ease. She gasped.
"Are you all right, darling?" asked the eldest.
"It stings."
Toby slowly worked his cock into the squirming girl. The feeling
was absolutely marvelous, but he resisted his urge and tried to be
gentle.
"This is weird!" she exclaimed, "but it hurts. Are you almost
done?"
He was hardly finished, but after two full in-and-out strokes he
withdrew and rolled off.
"It wasn't so bad," the girl remarked. "I thought it would be
much worse."
Mona dabbed at her friend's bloody groin with a towel.
"It's my turn now," the elder one said. "Go soak in a hot tub."
Gwen remained on the bed, although she sat up. "I finally did it!"
she exclaimed. "The last four times I backed out at the last
minute."
"You've been with that many guys?" Mona scowled at the delighted
girl. "Why have you lied to me?"
"I never lied. I told you about Jeff. I just didn't mention the
other times I tried to go all the way."
Mona sat on the side of the bed and stroked her friend's svelte
body from shoulder to knee.
"I want to hear about it," she said, leaning down to kiss a
roseate nipple.
Toby, not interested in Gwen's revelation, began to pump a rigid
cock that demanded attention.
"Stop it!" Mona insisted and slapped the offending hand. "We'll
get back to you in a minute."
"These things can't wait," the young man whined.
"Will you grow up! How can you think about masturbation when
you're in bed with two willing females?"
"Don't be so mean, Mona," Gwen complained. "Give him a quick blow
job, and I'll tell you about the other guys."
"I don't suck cock! It's disgusting and tastes nasty."
"I did it twice," Gwen admitted. "The stuff isn't so bad."
"That's once more than me," Mona observed. "I almost puked."
"I've never had a blow job," Toby announced with a note of hope in
his voice.
He pulled the younger woman down into his arms and they kissed
fervently with her body half atop him.
"It's supposed to be my turn," Mona groused, but she did not
interrupt Gwen who kissed down the boy's hairless chest.
With hand grasping the shaft of his cock, Gwen rubbed the knob
across her lips before slipping it into her mouth and sucking with
sunken cheeks on the upper two inches. It was a noisy job and
performed without expertise, but no one present had sufficient
experience to be judgmental. Especially not Toby, who stared
open-mouth at the ceiling with eyes wide in excitement.
"I'm going to come!" he declared after a minute or so.
His benefactress did not pause. Indeed, she intensified the
effort, pumping his cock rapidly as she sucked its end with
hunched, expectant shoulders. He suddenly seized her head with
both hands to hold it steady and squealed as he spewed. Gwen's
mouth remained in place until he eased her head aside. Then she
looked up at her older friend with lips parted, allowing a thick
glob of semen to roll onto her chin and fall to the boy's thigh.
She pursed her lips and more stuff bubbled out with the aid of her
pushing tongue. Finally she swallowed ostentatiously.
"Quite a demonstration, Gwen," said the elder, frowning. "I
suppose you'd like a glass of wine now to wash it down."
"Please," the girl replied. "There's a rather cloying
aftertaste."
Mona left the room. Gwen snuggled her face against Toby's neck
and fingered the young man's left nipple.
"I could come to enjoy this very much," she murmured into his ear.
"But I still prefer female bodies."
"I can understand that," he responded, kissing her forehead.
"Mona's much prettier than I."
"What I mean is that grown-up hunks are insufferable. They think
they're lords and always want to be in charge."
"I'm an adult!" he protested. "I can imagine lording over you, at
least while I'm on top."
"But you're different, Toby. There's something feminine about
you."
"That's not a compliment. It's almost an insult!"
"Don't be so sensitive about your masculinity! You're a nice guy
with a large cock and a boyish body. You can have me anytime you
want. I'll be your girl for a while, and you won't have to worry
about smirky jocks turning my head."
"Here's your drink," Mona said, interrupting them. "Go take a
shower or something. I'd like to play with Toby for the next
hour."
"I don't want to!" the younger one insisted. "I've just been
screwed for the first time and no one has offered to kiss away the
hurt."
Mona gazed at the young man who held Gwen in his arms. "She's
right, you know. You really should lick on her since you're the
one who did the injury."
"I want you to do it, Mona," Gwen responded. "I'm tingly and
require expert help."
"I'll do it!" Toby objected. "Just tell me how you want it."
"I'll teach you another time," Gwen promised, untangling herself
from his arms after a brief peck. "Mona already knows what I
need."
Toby moved to the edge of the bed to watch them. Gwen leaned up
on an elbow to sip from the glass that Mona offered. He indeed
felt like a lord with two lovely women, but he remained quiet and
did not intrude on their lovemaking. When Gwen finished the wine
Mona placed the tumbler on the nightstand and eased onto the bed
beside her younger friend. Their limbs entwined with a
naturalness of long practice. Their kisses were intense.
"Lick on me," Gwen groaned.
"Yes darling," Mona responded, moving her face down the girlish
body. "I'll kiss away the owie."
Toby tried to see how Mona used her tongue, but Gwen's raised legs
obstructed his view. When he leaned close Gwen captured him with
her arms.
"Kiss me!" she insisted in a ragged voice.
He obliged the lovely creature, kissing her face repeatedly and
observing the onset of orgasm in her wide eyes and grimacing lips.
"Oh god!" she exclaimed, pulling his head to hers with surprising
strength.
A stillness followed. Gwen's uneven breathing calmed, and Mona
rose to sit on the edge of the bed.
"It's my turn now," the older one announced, gazing at Toby's
newly erect cock
"I'll go take a bath," Gwen obliged, rolling from the bed to stand
next to Mona. "But afterwards I want him for the rest of the
night."
Mona grunted and climbed onto the bed. "You can have what's
left," she growled, seizing the young man and pulling him atop
her.
Gwen giggled like a schoolgirl. "We have a new toy, Mona," she
announced upon leaving the room.
Toby did not feel abused. He considered himself a true hunk when
the older woman cooed in delight as his cock penetrated her warm
tightness. She clawed his shoulders in response.
"You have a gift," she groaned with lips upon his. "An unexpected
gift."
Although he failed to understand her meaning, he chose not to
question the compliment.
He pumped her slowly, relishing the pleasure, still novel to him.
"Faster! Please!" she cried in excitement, thrusting back at him.
Yes, he thought, quickening the pace, he would bestow a gift on
her -- an orgasm. At least one, and he would kiss her lips when
it arrived. He knew he could last.