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A weekend fucking my girlfriend and her mother (1)
Sam and Ruth are taught the facts of life by Ruth’s mother.

This story is fictional and copyright remains with me. It was posted by me over a year ago but in celebration of a new Part 3, I have re-posted this part after re-editing for grammar, punctuation and typo errors.

Part 1

Mid-December, 1978, Bristol, England.

Suddenly, the rugby ball bounced loose from the ruck and stuck in the brown glutinous mud with a splat. All around there were shouts, sweat and slipping boots. My bursting lungs and screaming leg muscles pushed me forwards, hoping to scoop it up. Despite the rain in my eyes, I was focused only on the ball as the heavy raindrops bounced off it. Voices were shouting, mud was in my mouth and ears. A voice in my head yelled, “Don’t knock it on.” My boots were scrabbling for grip. From my right, a black hand reached out but I lunged forwards with outstretched hands and gathered the ball cleanly. We were two points down with seconds to go. Ahead, maybe four yards, I could see the Try Line. A score now would win the game. To my left, I saw the winger. A simple pass and a guaranteed score. But I had the ball. It was held safely against my body. I was badly out of position and might not get another chance to be a hero. I could make the line. Two yards, then dive with the ball in my outstretched hand. It only had to touch the line. My legs drove me forwards. I dived. I was hit by an express train.

Every ounce of breath left my body and a kaleidoscope of rainbow colours washed through my vision. Which way up was I? My senses were a mass of confusion but I was vaguely aware of travelling back in the direction from which I came. Then – whump. I hit the mud face down and a herd of steaming elephants landed on top of me. Close by but muffled, there was the shrill blast of the referee’s whistle. Game over.

Slowly the elephants moved off, but the last one grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. “Nice try boyo,” a lilting Welsh accent screamed into my right ear, before pushing my face back down into the quagmire that passed for a rugby pitch.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

Rolling onto my back, I was finally able to suck in some oxygen. I laid there for a good minute with my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of the lashing rain washing some of the mud off my face. “You fucking, dopey, cloth-eared twat, Sam,” said a voice above me. Through squinting eyes, I could just make out the shape of a human. Blinking, I realised it was my best mate Tiny, so called because he was 6’4″ tall, his white teeth grinning through the mud caked on his face. Taking his outstretched hand, I was hauled to my feet.

“I knew you were gonna do that you fuckwit. As soon as I saw the ball bounce loose and you starting to move for it, I thought – here we fucking go, death of glory. You appear to have chosen death.”

“The lads are gonna be well pissed off,” I replied.

“Nah, it’ll cost you some beers and there’ll be plenty of ribbing, but most of ’em know they’d have done the same.”

“I guess so.”

“But the Coach, on the other hand, he’s gonna have your fucking arse for a hat,” said Tiny, chuckling.

“Shit, my ears a still ringing from Wednesday night’s training.”

“Yeah, well, putting his fifteen-year-old son into A&E with a high tackle probably wasn’t your finest career move, but they say the collar can come off in a few days. I should steer clear of him in the bar.”

As we trudged across the pitch to the clubhouse I said, “I’m straight off to Ruth’s for tea.”

“Oh aye, I forgot that. Off to meet the future mother-in-law.”

“Fuck off, it’s just tea.”

“Nah, I reckon it’ll be wedding bells soon. Can I be best man? I reckon Soho for the stag night.”

Changing the subject, I asked, “Do us a favour Tiny? Grab my bag in the changing room and stuff my gear into it. It’s all hanging on my hook, my DMs are under the bench. I can’t face a shower with that lot, I’ll have one at Ruth’s.”

Tiny shook his head, “It’ll probably be a good move to stick your head in there and mumble some sort of apology. Give me a couple of minutes to sort your stuff out, then come in.”

I knew he was right. After two or three minutes I opened the heavy door and stepped into the steaming, odourous changing room to be greeted by a wall of noise and catcalling. Waving my arms up and down to quieten them, I started, “Listen, lads, I just want to sa….” Thwack, a wet, sweaty jockstrap hit me full in the face, followed by socks, shorts and more jock straps. The shouting turned to laughter, then singing:

“Why was he born so beautiful,
Why was he born at all,
He’s no fucking use to anyone,
He’s no fucking use at all…”

To my right, I saw Dave, the team Captain approaching carrying my kit bag. Shoving it in my chest, he shouted, “Apart from the last ten seconds you played a good game today, now fuck off and enjoy yourself, see you at training Wednesday.”

Turning towards the door, a boot bounced off it with a dull thud. Sprinting, I managed to get through, only being hit twice. As it closed behind me I heard more boots thudding into it followed by howls of laughter.

I must have been a fine sight, riding through Bristol on my yellow, ancient 49cc Puch moped wearing filthy rugby kit. Shivers ran through me, but I resisted the temptation to stop and get my coat out of the kitbag. It would only end up filthy. The traffic late on this Saturday afternoon was light; only idiots would go out in this weather. Luckily, it was only a couple of miles to Ruths.

I was just 18 and Ruth was my first regular girlfriend. We had been going out for around eight weeks but had not gone beyond snogging and fumbling. Work commitments and the fact that we lived on opposite sides of the city made things difficult. She was 19, small, two inches short of five feet but beautiful with a pixie face, little upturned nose, very long wavy brown hair with a fringe and a figure honed from gymnastics. I had not met her mother but knew that her father had died some years ago in an accident on a building site.

I parked up on the driveway of their house in the affluent Westbury-on-Trym area of the city. Unclipping my kit bag from the rear carrier, I crunched up the gravel path. In response to my knock, Ruth answered the door and immediately clasped her hand to her mouth. She looked stunning in Levis and a tight white t-shirt.

“Oh my God!” she cried, rocking with laughter. “Look at the state of you! There’s no way you are coming through this door like that.”

“Is there a tradesmen’s entrance then?” I asked, grinning through my muddy face.

“No, you silly bugger, but you’re not getting that mud on my mum’s carpet.”

Over Ruth’s shoulder, I saw her mother approaching up the hallway. Probably not the best way to meet her for the first time. She was a little taller than Ruth, in her late 30s, possibly 40, and a bit of a looker.

“Ah…., hello, you must be Sam,” she said a little hesitantly.

“Hello Mrs Pemberton, it’s good to meet you,” I said offering my hand. She looked at it, noted the mud, and smiled.

“I told you that Sam would be coming straight from Rugby mum,” said Ruth, “Though maybe not quite like this. You’d better head straight for the shower Sam, but you’ll have to strip off before you come in.”

“There’s no hurry, Sam,” said Ruth’s mum, “The power went off a few hours ago and has only just come back on, so dinner will be delayed. And it’s Kate by the way.”

“Okay, er… Kate.”

I bent down to remove my boots and socks, then standing up, I pulled my shirt over my head. As the shirt came off, I realised that they were both watching me. I’m no muscleman, but I keep fit through rugby, football and orienteering, plus I had been doing extra training as I was waiting for acceptance into the Royal Marines. I was unsure of what to do next. Ruth was looking at me with her arms folded, whilst Kate had her hands on her hips and seemed to be looking me up and down.

“All of it?” I asked as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts.

“No!” they both said in unison, laughing.

“You standing there in your shorts is probably already too much for old Mrs Tanner across the road. Take any more off and we’d have to call her an ambulance,” said Kate.

The house was a large 1950s bungalow so everything was on one floor. Kate said, “Follow me, Sam,” and turned to walk down the corridor.

“I’ll get a wash basket for your muddy gear, you follow mum to the bathroom, perhaps you’ll get a kiss when you’re presentable,” said Ruth with a twinkle.

I picked up my bag and padded after Kate. “I’m having work done on the main bathroom, so you’ll have to use the en-suite in my bedroom,” she called over her shoulder. Walking down the corridor, her shoulder length hair swayed in time with her tight ass. I could see where Ruth got her perfectly proportioned body from. She wore a pale green kaçak iddaa cotton blouse and a flowing full-length floral skirt. Part way down the corridor she turned left into a bedroom. It was spacious and warm with a deep red carpet and king size double bed.

Pointing to a door in the corner she said, “It’s fairly small in there so it’s probably best to put your clean clothes on the bed and get dressed out here. There are towels in there already.”

“Thanks, Kate,” I said.

She smiled and asked, “Tea?.”

“Ooh, yes, please. Milk with one sugar.”

“It’ll be waiting for you when you’re finished,” she replied as she headed out the door, closing it behind her.

I took my wash bag out of the holdall and stepped into the bathroom. Small? It was bigger than the bathroom at my parent’s house, in fact, it was nearly as big as my bedroom. I knew that Kate didn’t work, so guessed that there must have been sizeable compensation and insurance payouts following the accident. It was the first time I had ever seen a bedroom with its own bathroom. In truth, it was my first time in a house with more than one bathroom.

I stripped off my shorts and jock strap and opened the door of the shower. At my parent’s house, you stood in the bath to use the fairly feeble electric shower at the end. This walk-in shower was big enough for at least a couple of people. I fiddled with the knobs for a while until the shower began to run hot then stepped into the steaming stream of water and winced as the powerful spray hit my various scratches and bruises. For a few minutes, I just stood there letting the water wash over me, groaning in enjoyment, then slowly washed my hair and body as brown water ran away to the drain. I shut the water off, stepped out of the shower and took a towel off the chrome shelf unit. It was red, soft and fluffy – sheer luxury.

As I dried myself, I heard the muffled voices of Ruth and Kate in the bedroom. I guessed they were dropping off my tea, so I waited for them to leave. The trouble was, they didn’t seem to be leaving, so I gave up, wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door.

Kate was sat on the left side of the bed, with her back against the headboard, feet out in front of her, holding a mug of tea on her raised knees. Ruth was sat sideways on the other side with her feet not quite touching the floor.

“Your tea’s there,” said Ruth pointing at a mug on the bedside table.

“Thanks, the shower was fantastic. Just what I needed,” I said as I walked around the bed and picked up the mug. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to stand or sit. Obviously, I couldn’t get dressed with both of them sitting there, so I just sort of sipped my tea and lingered stupidly.

“I’ve never really seen the attraction of rugby,” said Kate, “It seems very violent, almost tribal.

“You need to go and watch a game,” said Ruth, “It’s quite arousing watching 30 hunks crashing into each other.”

“Realy?” we both said in unison.

“Yes, Trish told me that after she watches a game, she and Tommo can’t wait to get into bed. She said that it is some of the best sex they have.”

Kate, realising that I was still standing gestured towards the bed. Holding the towel securely with one hand, and clutching my hot tea in the other, I went and sat on the same side as Ruth, but nearer the foot of the bed.

As I took a sip of tea, Kate said, “Ruth tells me that you two haven’t had sex yet.”

I snorted my mouthful of tea and spilled half the mug into my lap where it instantly soaked through onto my knob. “Jesus, fuck, Christ….. oh, sorry,” I blurted out as I leapt from the bed trying to hold the towel off my cock. As I did so, one end of the towel came loose exposing my backside to them both. “Bollocks, fuck…,” I muttered as I ran towards the bathroom. Behind me, I could hear howls of laughter. After splashing cold water on my cock, I took another towel and sheepishly emerged. Ruth was laid on the bed with her face in a pillow, her shoulders shaking with laughter, whilst Kate was dabbing her eyes with a tissue.

“I’m sorry Sam, that wasn’t intentional,” Kate managed to say between giggles. As Ruth rolled on to her back, Kate added, “How’s the old man?” sending Ruth back into hysterics.

“In shock, but no damage, he’ll live,” I answered through a weak smile.

“I really am sorry Sam. Come and sit up here so we can chat,” said Kate, patting the centre of the bed next to her.

I glanced at Ruth who nodded, so I climbed onto the bed and sat with my shoulders against the headboard. I realised that apart from a towel, I was lying naked on a large bed with beautiful women either side of me. The moment was not lost on my cock, which decided to stir. As casually as I could, I put my hands on my crotch. I then realised that I was quietly whistling to myself….. fucking whistling! What a twat. For fuck’s sake, could this get any worse?

“So, how was your game today, did you win?” asked Kate.

“No, we lost, but only just. It was a bit scrappy with all the rain and mud.” I omitted the part about my cock-up.

“Perhaps we’ll have to come and watch.”

“There’s only one game left before Christmas, and it’s away at Nailsworth. It’s not far, but I don’t know if I’ll be playing.”

“Why not?” asked Ruth.

I thought quickly, “I felt a twinge in my right calf near the end of today’s game,” I lied. “I tore a muscle in it last season and I don’t want a repeat, I’ll see how it is at training on Wednesday.”

“Why don’t you let Mum work on it for a while?.”

“Your mum?” I asked glancing at Kate.

“Mum was a physiotherapy consultant until Dad died, I’m sure she could help.”

Kate nodded, “I’ll be a bit rusty, but I don’t think we’ve got any massage oil.”

“There was a bottle of baby oil in the bathroom before the work started,” piped up Ruth, “I think Pamela left it behind last time she stayed with little Jessica.”

“If we’ve still got it, it’ll be with all the other bathroom stuff in the blue plastic crate in the spare bedroom. Squirt some into a plastic bowl and pop it in the microwave for 30 seconds.”

“I’ll have a look,” said Ruth as she slid off the bed and out the door.

Kate slid down the bed slightly and propped herself on her left elbow. “Sam,” she started, “I had a little chat with Ruth last night… You must understand that Ruth and I have a very close, open and honest relationship. We are more like best friends than mother and daughter. We tell each other everything and have no secrets.”

I looked at her and swallowed, “Everything?” I asked, a little hesitantly.

“Everything Sam. So,” Kate continued, “I made a suggestion to Ruth last night. She’s happy with it, so I’m going to put the same to you.”

“Er…, okay,” I mumbled, wondering where this was heading.

“When I married Ruth’s father, I was 17. I was a virgin and so was he. Neither of us knew anything about sex so things were pretty awkward, bordering on disastrous. I guess it was probably five years before you could say we had a good sex life. Those five years are a blur of confusion, stupidity, tears, failed orgasms and embarrassment. When Ruth was born, I swore that she would not have to go through that ordeal. So, my offer to the both of you is that I will teach you everything that I know. It’s as simple as that. We’ll talk everything through. No embarrassment, you can ask as many questions as you want, today or at any time in the future… What do you think, Sam?.”

This was unexpectedly weird, “I…, I guess that would be okay, Kate.”

“Excellent,” she said, “I’ll ask you both some questions so we know where we are starting from. There’s no need to be embarrassed or shy, we’re adults here, so let’s be straightforward and honest.”

“OK, I’m happy to talk things over with you and Ruth.”

“Mmmmm, there will probably be some aspects that will be clearer with a…, er…, practical demonstration. More, hands-on as it were.” Before I could reply, or even formulate a reply, Ruth came back in with a bowl and towel and climbed on to the bed.

“Roll on to your front then Sam,” she said.

Gripping the towel to stop it falling off, I rolled over. Ruth and her Mum shuffled down the bed until they were alongside my legs. “I’ll do his left calf Ruth, and you copy what I do on his right.”

I felt a warm liquid falling on my legs, then soft, gentle hands began working on my calves. Although I had lied about the injury, my calves were aching, in fact, much of my body was beginning to stiffen up. Their hands glided up and down with occasional probing by what I assumed were their thumbs. “How are you feeling Sam?” asked Kate.

“Stiff,” I replied, which prompted giggling from Ruth. “No, no, my muscles!” I quickly added, “My muscles are stiff!.”

“We’ll soon sort that out,” said Kate, “You just lay there and relax.”

I felt hands moving the towel up, then more liquid on the backs of my thighs. Steadily, they set up a rhythm, working perabet güvenilir mi from my ankles to my upper thighs, Ruth mirroring Kate’s actions. After ten minutes or so, Kate asked, “How’s your back and shoulders?.”

“Aching,” was all I murmured into the pillow.

Again, I felt warm liquid, this time dripping between my shoulder blades, then soft hands gliding over me. “Mmmmmm…,” was all I could manage. I started to feel quite sleepy as fingers probed and worked my muscles. More oil was poured onto my lower back. I was in heaven. Was I imagining it, or were those fingers getting closer and closer to my ass? Imaginary or not, my cock was starting to stiffen, but it was pointing downwards and was becoming uncomfortable. I tried to think of a way to adjust it without them noticing but failed. Then, to my horror, Kate said, “Roll over Sam.”

“What?.”

“Roll over. We need to do the front of your thighs and shoulders.”

“No…, it’s okay…, they’re fine, honest.”

“Rubbish, stop being a baby, you can use the towel to protect your modesty.”

Did Kate know I had a problem? I guess it was a hazard of the profession; the patient getting a stiffy. I rolled over, clutching the towel over my groin area and laid my head on the pillow. Ruth dipped her fingers into the warm oil and let it drip up and down each leg. Closing my eyes, I felt an angel’s hands driving away my aches and pains. Starting at my calves, they slowly worked higher onto my thighs, then higher…, and even higher. Their fingertips could only be half an inch from my balls. I could feel that my cock was rock hard, but luckily it was hidden under the crumpled up towel.

Without warning, Kate said, “So Ruth, have you seen a naked man?.”

“Only once,” said Ruth. “Some of the boys wore masks and ran naked through our changing rooms at school.”

“So you’ve never seen an erect penis?.”

What the fuck! Where was this heading?

“No, but I’ve heard girls describing it.”

“Have you touched a penis?.”

“Not really, I’ve rubbed Sam through his jeans though.”

I shifted uncomfortably.

“And what about boys touching you?.”

“Just Sam. We snog and he’s kissed my boobs and sort of fumbled down below.”

I wanted the floor to open and swallow me up.

“How about you Sam?” asked Kate.

“How about me what?” I replied, opening my eyes.

“Naked woman?.”

“Er…, sister a couple of times, by accident, and… er…”

“Er…?.”

“Er… girls at school. When we ran naked through their changing room.”

“What!” shrieked Ruth, “you were one of those?”

“It was just a bet.”

Kate was laughing. “So it was some boobs and hairy pussies?.”

“Not even that really. It was pretty steamy and we were running fast.”

“So you’ve seen me naked?” demanded Ruth.

“Dunno really. You look different with your clothes on.” That got me a punch in the ribs. “Anyway,” I continued, “it means you’ve seen me naked.”

“Yes, but I don’t know which was you. You all had masks on,” Ruth grumbled.

“Anyway,” said Kate, “we’ve established that you’ve both seen a naked body of the opposite sex. But, when a woman sees a naked man, a woman gets to see it all. The cock and balls are hanging out there for all to see. But with a naked woman, it’s different. It’s all hidden by hair, well usually. Have you actually seen a naked cunt, Sam? Do you know where all the different bits are?.”

“No, not really, only from photos.”

“Have you touched a cunt?” Kate asked.

“Mum!” shouted Ruth.

“Oh, don’t be such a prude,” laughed Kate, “I can’t be bothered with all this ‘pussy’, ‘vagina’ and ‘penis’, let’s just call a cunt, a cunt and a cock, a cock.”

“Well ah…,” I hesitated, “as Ruth said, she let me touch her, but I didn’t really know what I was doing.”

This was not the sort of conversation I was expecting to be having this evening. My thoughts were interrupted by Kate, “It’s pretty obvious that we need to start with some basic human biology lessons. Agreed?.”

“Yes mum,” said Ruth.

“I suppose so,” I whispered.

They both laid there looking at me.

“What?” I asked, looking from one to the other, “What??.”

“Let’s see it then,” said Ruth with a huge grin.

“What the…, hang on a mo…, your mum…, you don’t expect me to…, oh fuck.” Alone with Ruth, I’d have been naked in a flash, but her mum was next to me, for fuck’s sake.

“Come on Sam, show us what you’ve got under there,” said Kate tugging at the towel.

Can this actually be happening? Two women wanting to see my todger? Before I knew what was happening, Ruth had pulled the towel off and thrown it off the bed! I’m no stud, just an average bloke with a decent six-inch knob, but I am blessed with a rather impressive bell end.

“Oh, my!” said Kate, “That’s quite something Sam.” I could see that Ruth was just staring at it.

“Well,” Kate said to Ruth, clearing her throat, “The first thing we can see is that Sam has been circumcised.” Pointing at my bell end she continued “normally the head is covered by the foreskin, but Sam’s has been removed. Usually, it’s for either religious or medical reasons.” Kate looked at me expecting a response.

“Ah, medical,” I offered, “it was too tight and I couldn’t pull it back. It was done when I was ten.”

“There are advantages,” Kate observed. “Firstly, it’s easier to keep clean, secondly, because the head is always exposed, it becomes somewhat de-sensitised. Circumcised guys tend to last longer, not always, but usually. And below Sam’s cock, we have his balls, contained in his scrotum. Sam has been enjoying his massage and has…, ah…, become aroused, blood has pumped into his cock, making it hard. There is not a lot a guy can do to control or prevent it, apart from trying to divert his thoughts.”

Looking down, I could see that I was rock hard, with the skin over my bell end shiny and tight.

“My!” sighed Kate, “that is one very nice cock, you know how to pick ‘em, girl.”

They both laid there looking at it for a while. Any minute I expected Kate to say “OK, lesson over,” but she didn’t. Eventually, she cleared her throat and said, “I’m sure Sam won’t mind if we touch it, will you Sam?.”

“Mmmmm,” was all I could manage, my eyes wide.

Kate looked at Ruth and nodded. Slowly, Ruth reached out and ran her fingertips from the base to head, generating a massive twitch in response. Ruth giggled and ran the back of her fingernails back down. Desperately I tried to think about the last Bristol Rovers game I watched. I didn’t want to shoot my load at the first touch of a woman’s hand on my cock. Gently, she wrapped her small fingers around it. “It feels hot,” she observed.

“That’ll be the blood coursing through it,” said Kate.

Ruth squeezed gently, then slid her hand up and down. Oh God, it felt good.

“Up over the head,” said Kate quietly.

On the next upstroke, Ruth let her fingers run over my engorged head. It was like an electric shock through my body. All my muscles tensed, and my hips pushed up from the bed.

“Take your other hand and grip around the base.”

Ruth moved onto her knees.

“That’s it, see how smooth the head is? Although Sam’s cock is circumcised, the head is still his most sensitive area, especially the ridge where it flares out. That’s the part of his cock that rubs along the walls of a woman’s vagina. Don’t neglect his balls, but be gentle.”

I watched as Ruth’s right hand stroked up and down my length, whilst her left moved to my balls.

“Do you know where Sam’s sperm comes from?” Kate asked Ruth.

“From his balls I guess.”

“Sort of. The sperm are made and stored there, then when a guy orgasms more stuff gets added along the journey until it all comes out as semen. Once he starts to ejaculate, he can’t stop, it’s involuntary. He’ll spasm ten or twelve times, but will normally only ejaculate on the first five or six.”

“So how much comes out?.”

“That depends, it varies from man to man. If he came two hours ago, not much, but if it was two weeks, it will be a lot more. And with some men it only ever oozes out, with others it can shoot three or four feet.”

“What does it look like?.”

“Have a look.”

A dribble of come had oozed out of my cock.

“That’s called pre-come,” said Kate, “it sort of cleans out the tubes and provides some lubricant. Touch it.”

Ruth rubbed her thumb through the dribble and rubbed it between her thumb and finger. “It’s slippery,” she said.

“Natures lubricant,” laughed Kate.

“What’s it taste like Mum?.”

“Only one way to find out.”

Ruth looked at her mum then back at my cock. Slowly she raised her finger to her tongue and touched the tip. “Oh stop messing about, girl,” said Kate, “Scoop some up and have a proper taste.”

Ruth slid her hand up over the head of my cock, gathering all my pre-come as she went. The feeling was incredible! Then swiftly she put finger and thumb in her mouth and sucked them clean. “Well?” asked Kate.

“Mm.., slightly salty but okay I guess. perabet giriş Does it always taste the same?.”

“It varies from guy to guy and also depends on his diet.”

Ruth looked thoughtful and went back to stroking my cock.

After a couple of minutes, Kate interrupted. “If you play with Sam’s cock for too long without any lubricant, it will start to get sore for him. The baby oil we were using is OK, but it will slowly dry up. You don’t want to keep stopping to apply more, you need something designed for the job, hang on….”

Kate turned over to her right and opened the drawer in her bedside table. As she turned back I saw she had a small black plastic bottle in her hand. She flipped the cap off and squirted a small amount onto my cock. “Try it now,” she said.

Ruth spread it around, then gripping the base and my balls with her left hand, she started moving her lubricated right hand up and down my shaft from base to tip. I watched as she ran her thumb around my tight head. Laying my head back on the pillow, screwed my eyes shut and desperately tried not to come. I was panting and squirming but managed to hang on.

“You’re lasting very well Sam,” said Kate “I’m impressed. Now, as I said, when Sam comes, it’s probably going to come out the end of his cock in spurts, so you have to be prepared for it. In bed, it doesn’t matter much where it goes, it’s why we have a washing machine, but if you were out somewhere, maybe at a party and wearing a nice dress, it’s something you need to think about.”

“How will I know when he’s going to come?” asked Ruth.

“You’ll get to know with experience, but you can get a good idea from his breathing, movement and what he is saying. You may also notice his balls tighten. And most men only ejaculate on the second spasm, the first is usually dry. Of course, a gentleman will always warn a lady.”

As Ruth kept sliding her hand up and down, I could hear her breathing more heavily. This was turning her on. “Try and vary it a little,” advised Kate, “keep him guessing. Try playing with his balls, then the head, then back to his balls, then the shaft, then his perineum.”

“His what?” asked Ruth. I was about to ask the same thing.

“The area between his balls and his asshole.”

Ruth slid her left hand down lower causing my whole body to spasm “Fuuuuuck… ” I squirmed, spreading my legs and reaching out to grip the sheet. My left hand was successful, but my right landed on bare flesh. It was obviously Kate’s leg where her skirt had ridden up. She made no attempt to move away so I kept it there. I knew it wouldn’t be long now.

“What if we’re out and I don’t have any lubricant?” asked Ruth.

“Then you’ll have to improvise. Saliva works well for a short time, but soon dries up.”

“What, spit on it?.”

“I was thinking of a more direct application,” said Kate quietly.

“You mean…?.”

“Yes.”

Ruth thought for a moment, then leaned over and flicked her tongue across my head. “Don’t forget, he could come at any time,” said Kate.

Ruth slowly ran her tongue down to my balls and sucked one into her mouth. “Good girl,” said her mum, “of course, the ultimate trust between a man and a woman is if you take his cock in your mouth.”

Ruth looked up and back down at my cock. “I’m not sure if I’m ready for that yet, can you do it?.”

“No, Sam’s first time has to be with you. I don’t want to take that away from you. But what are you going to do if he comes?.”

“Run away screaming?” said Ruth laughing as she looked up.

“Well, that’s one option I suppose,” said Kate, laughing with Ruth. “Your options are basically; take it out of your mouth and point him away from you, let him come in your mouth but don’t swallow, or swallow it. It’s up to you, but never let a man force you to do anything you don’t want to. You’re in control. Just be careful with your teeth.”

Ruth locked eyes with me, then lowered her head. I watched in amazement as her lips opened to slowly encase my engorged, purple, straining, bell end. Her head moved down as she took more in, then back up to suck gently on my head. With her eyes continually on mine, she proceeded to give me my first ever blow job. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. From the depths of my groin, I felt the sensation of rising semen.

“Nnnnnnnnn I’m gonna come,” I called in warning, throwing my head back onto the pillow. Ruth didn’t move so I tapped her on the back, “cummmmmming,” I said again. Still, her mouth remained locked on my cock. In fact, she moved down taking more of me. She seemed to be sucking harder. I felt a bucket of come moving rapidly up my up cock. I lifted my head to see the utterly perfect sight of my rock hard cock, veins bulging – in Ruth’s mouth.

“Aghhhhh…YESSSSS!” I called as I spurted into Ruth’s mouth. I just kept coming and coming. My whole body shook and spasmed. After the 3rd or 4th spurt, Ruth couldn’t take any more and slipped her closed lips off my cock, keeping my sperm in her mouth. The next spurt flew through the air, landing on Kate’s hair and shoulder. The last hit me just below the chin. Ruth looked at me, smiled and swallowed. Panting, I flopped back onto the pillow, totally spent. None of us said a word. Ruth moved up the bed and laid her head on my chest. There the three of us stayed for the next 10 or 15 minutes.

Eventually, Kate murmured, “Time for showers, then food I think.”

“Mmmm…,” Ruth managed as she snuggled closer. Sometime after that, I must have drifted off. Drowsily, I was awoken by Ruth and her mum emerging from the bathroom wearing white towelling dressing gowns.

“There’s a dressing gown on the back of the door for you when you’ve finished, then just come through to the dining room,” said Ruth trying to suppress a giggle as she scooped up my bag of clothes and ran out the door. “Hmmm,” I thought as I walked across to the bathroom, “they’re not expecting me to get dressed then?.” As I entered, I could see the reason for Ruth’s mirth. On the back of the door was a Barbie pink dressing gown. Oh, very funny!

As I showered, I pondered what had just happened. A pretty bad day had just turned into an amazing one that I would remember forever. Had Ruth known what was going to transpire? It was certainly a shock for me, but what about her? I tried to imagine what was in store for the rest of the evening but gave up, resigning myself to just go with the flow. Stepping out of the shower, I took down the dressing gown. Oh, even bloody funnier. It was obviously Ruth’s. At just over six feet tall, it barely covered my arse and the sleeves ended midway between my elbows and wrists. Plus of course, when I tried to tie the belt across the front, the gown didn’t meet. I was damned if I was going to eat dinner with my cock on permanent show, so I wrapped a towel beneath the gown.

In the dining room, the table was set for three with flowers, fine china and crystal glasses. Before we sat down, Ruth disappeared and came back with a much larger white dressing gown for me. The actual meal was a bit of a blur as my head was still reeling from what had just transpired, but I remember beef wellington followed by cheesecake. The conversation flowed nicely, as did the wine, ending with port and coffee in the lounge.

Kate was snuggled into a large armchair, whilst Ruth was sprawled on the sofa, both wrapped in their soft, fluffy gowns nursing coffees. It seemed a bit odd to sit on my own in the other armchair so I opted to sit by Ruth’s feet on the sofa. “I think pink suits you, it brings out your feminine side,” she observed with a smile.

“It would have been the right colour 100 years ago,” mused Kate.

“What do you mean Mum?” asked Ruth.

“It used to be pink for boys and blue for girls, but at some point, it got swapped around. It’s a shame really because women can wear blue, but not many men will wear pink.”

I sat back and picked up my coffee, admiring Ruth reclining next to me. She had raised her knees so her small feet with turquoise nails were now flat on the sofa. Seeing me looking, she spread her knees slightly, just a few inches, but enough to give me a glimpse of her beautiful cunt lips. I took in a deep breath when I realised she was shaved bare. “Ruth, stop teasing poor Sam,” admonished Kate.

Ruth closed her knees with a grin, not taking her eyes off me. “Anyone for a Brandy?” asked Kate rising from her chair.

“Malibu and pineapple juice for me please Mum,” said Ruth. “How about you Sam?.”

“I’d better not,” I replied, “I’ve got to ride my bike.”

“You passed that point with your third glass of wine Sam,” observed Kate.

“Brandy and a taxi it is then,” I laughed.

“Nonsense,” said Kate, “you can stay here tonight and ride home tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Of course.”

“Well if it’s not too much trouble…, but I’ll need to ring my parents if that’s okay.” Ruth took me to the phone in the hallway where I told my father that the headlight bulb on my moped had blown and that I would stay the night with Ruth and her mother. I didn’t know literal that would turn out to be.

End of Part 1

I hope you enjoyed reading my story. Comments are always welcome.

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