Chapter 5: First Day of School

“OK, Mom, I’ll take care of that right after I do the lawn,” I said. “And yes, I know tomorrow is the first day of school. How could I forget?”

I was excited and a little nervous about my first day of high school, but that wasn’t what kept me up at night. It had been three days of intense mental masturbation since Susan left me hanging in her backyard. I had been thinking about Jasmine’s obsession with sex; how it had manifested out of a preteen sexual encounter with the lawn guy. I had imagined every conceivable thing that could have transpired the night in Pennsylvania after their father walked in on Susan and Jasmine. But mostly, my mind had been consumed with Susan’s words, “I knew I wanted it, I was picturing a dick going inside me.” Would it be me, I wondered and hoped.

That day in Susan’s backyard, everything changed between us. At least it had for me. When I looked into her eyes that day, I saw something extraordinary. We made a connection that went beyond lust. Maybe it was love. Although, did I know what that was? How could I when my emotions were clouded by raw sex? My parents were right, once you have sex everything is different. They told me about that, and I hated it when they were right.

Despite all my thinking, dreaming, and obsessing about Susan for the past three days, I had only managed to steal a few quick, but passionate kisses. One of us always had to rush to some requirement, being dragged here and there by parents, for school supplies, new shoes, and even a birthday party. It was my birthday party, but I would have skipped it for just twenty minutes alone with Susan.

Tomorrow, when school started, I wasn’t even sure I could have what was potentially a relationship with Susan. My parents would balk for sure, but what would my friends think about me dating a younger girl? If they knew the whole story, they would approve, but they could never find out. Not that any of them would believe even one bit of what would surely sound like nonsense, but if they did believe me, my telling would ruin everything.

Back and forth, I mowed the front yard, wishing summer break could last two more weeks? My package rejoiced as a quick breeze blew up the leg of my shorts. I enjoyed the feel of my nuggets swinging free. I had never gone commando outside the house, and my balls were enjoying their new liberty. They were extra sensitive because two days ago I shaved them. It felt strange but good.

As soon as I finished the front yard, then I had to do my neighbor’s. I had only seen Mrs. Davis coming and going with Susan and Jasmine as they ran from place to place like I had been doing, but I wondered if it had been a secret message when she said, “Do hers too.” No, she wouldn’t take a chance telling her daughter to pass that on to me. Susan might get suspicious. Why would she even want me again at all? Her husband had a cock that most guys would do anything to have, so why would Chris risk so much to fuck me? Even if she did want me, I had resolved to be faithful to Susan. I didn’t even know if I had a reason to be, but I figured if there were going to be something between us, it would be less complicated if I wasn’t fucking her mother.

I was feeling pretty down knowing that I wasn’t going to see Susan and tomorrow school started. It seemed like our relationship had gone backward. We started out with a passion that generally would come well into a relationship. She had shared her deepest secrets with me. Shoot, I had accidentally unloaded my balls on her backside in my attic. The first time we were together, Susan’s pussy covered my hand with her little girl nectar. Then that day in her backyard, wow. Now, I’ll be lucky to get a kiss until who knows when.

The sight of Jasmine approaching in a tiny bikini, made my cock stir. I feared that without underwear my dick would straighten and come out the leg opening in front of Jasmine. I didn’t care if she saw what in her words was a nice cock, but in my front yard, for all to see, that didn’t seem like something that would make me proud. No Mom, that wasn’t an erection.

“Joe, my mother wants you to do the backyard also. The electric mower is out. Just put it in the shed when you’re done. Mom said, thanks in advance.” Watching Jasmine’s luscious lips as she spoke those words, made me think about Jasmine eating out her little sister in that grassy field. My erection launched toward the sky.

Jasmine glanced down, and her nipples popped up. “Could you hurry?” she asked. “My friend Stacy is coming over to get one last day of tanning in before school starts?”

When she turned and headed in the direction of her backyard, I glued my eyes to her ass. It was dripping honey, and I imagined my tongue between her cheeks. I fucked that. I was inside that gorgeous body, and I can never tell anyone. Who would believe me anyway? My daydream was interrupted when Jasmine looked back and caught me staring. She pointed at the tent in my shorts and rubbed her index fingers in a shame on you, naughty boy, gesture. I was embarrassed, to say the least.

I took my shirt off and restarted the mower. My muscles aren’t huge rippling weight lifter’s muscles, but I am strong and have a six-pack, so maybe that would distract passers-by from the erection in my shorts. I could hope, anyway. Knowing that Jasmine might be laying out while I finished up her yard, was exciting. The Davis’s don’t have much grass back there, so I wondered why Jasmine didn’t do it herself if she was in a hurry?

The electric lawnmower was there, but not Jasmine. That was probably better. I didn’t need to contend with the barrage of lustful thoughts Jasmine’s body would bring on. I told myself, hurry up and finish, then do what Mom told you to do.

As I came around the pool, I noticed Jasmine standing behind the shed with her hand inside her bikini bottoms. My mind flashed back to Susan’s story of Jasmine and Jason. I forgot what I was doing and released the power lever. The electric hum stopped, and I headed toward Jasmine. Without a word, she dropped to her knees in front of me and lowered my shorts until the waistband was hooked under my balls. I stepped forward and pushed my cock at her face. Jasmine took the swelling head into her mouth and grabbed my balls.

The skill of her mouth surpassed any, I supposed. Not that I had more than one to compare it with. I watched her suck the head, then pull it from her mouth. She looked up at me; her expression that of a child looking for approval. I couldn’t break away even though I knew this wasn’t what I should be doing if I loved Susan.

Jasmine’s tongue guided my dick head into her wide mouth. I hunched, and the tight entrance of her throat closed. She gagged and pulled back. After a quick gasp, Jasmine plunged my dick down her throat, again.

I grabbed her head and thrust into her face. When I hit bottom, I held it there. Jasmine’s bulging eyes were turned up, pleading, but I continued ramming her mouth. At that moment, I understood Jasmine; she needed to satisfy me. She had to have my cum in her mouth to feel like a good little girl.

After several more violent plunges down Jasmine’s throat, my balls pulled up tight, prepared to shoot. I was about to empty three days’ worth of pent-up frustration. My groin met Jasmine’s hot, wet lips, and I held my cock in her gulping throat until the last second, then I pulled out. The head of my dick rested on her plump lower lip. My legs trembled and my balls jerked, sending a blast of cum into Jasmine’s mouth. She grasped the shaft and milked it. Squirt after squirt I came on her tongue. Cum leaked from the corners of Jasmine’s mouth. She tilted her head back, revealed the white fluid, smirked, and swallowed hard. It took two gulps to get it all down. She licked all the way around her mouth while looking up at me. Damn it; that girl is sexy, I thought.

Susan’s story played in my mind while I took Jasmine by the shoulders and eased her to the ground. We were about to reenact the first time she got fucked! I stood over her. My lust raged. I reached down and grabbed her bottoms. Jasmine knew what I was doing, and without making a sound, she raised her ass so that I could remove her bathing suit. Her bald pussy looked so young. The magnitude of her beauty struck me. I took a deep breath and pushed her legs apart. She was a perfect female specimen.

I wanted to take my time and be gentle, the way I had with Susan, but once I was between Jasmine’s legs, the aroma drove me mad. I plunged my face into her crotch. My tongue dug in, and I drank her sweet pussy juice. Susan tasted similar, but Jasmine’s sharp nectar enraged me. I sucked it into my mouth. I had to fuck her, now. I got on top of Jasmine and forced her legs further apart. The head of my dick found the deepest part of her slippery groove. I was so ready to slam it to the hilt, but Jasmine’s eyes were pleading. The girl had taken on a new persona.

I pushed a little harder, and I heard Jasmine for the first time, “Fuck me, Jason. I want you to fuck me, please.”

That was all I needed to hear. My cock head punched through her tightness, and I didn’t stop until my body slammed into hers. Jasmine’s wonderful pussy tube held my cock. Waves of extreme pleasure raced through my balls. My whole being was consumed by the glorious sensation. It felt so good that I’d cum if I moved and then it would be over, but I never wanted it to end.

The bell on the back of the house rang, indicating someone was at the front door. Jasmine started pushing me off her. “Shit, that’s Stacy. You have to go!”

I climbed to my feet. My bobbing erection shined with Jasmine’s juices. She must have seen the pitiful expression on my face. “Joe, I’m sorry. Stacy can’t know about this side of me. Please keep this our secret. Don’t tell anybody, especially not Susan. It’ll be better that way ... for her.”

Jasmine’s words did nothing to ease my disappointment. “Okay.” I pulled my shorts up and asked, “What about the lawn?”

Jasmine got her bathing suit on. “Don’t worry. I’ll finish it.”

Before I reached the back gate, Jasmine said, “Joe, be gentle with her.”

I scratched my head and left the yard, wondering what the fuck just happened. Jasmine had used me to act out her childhood experience of losing her virginity; then before it was over, she threw me out and left me as fuckin’ horny as I’d been three days earlier when Susan ran me off. I walked my throbbing dick back toward my house, happy to see my mother’s car was gone. That meant the attic was open for my viewing pleasure. Not knowing where my mom went should have concerned me, but I’d worry about that when the time came. Now, I was going to enjoy the view, and empty my balls again.

The fact that Stacy would be in a bikini might make up for her terrible timing. I waited, sweating my ass off, for the two girls to come outside. When they did, I knew it was worth any discomfort I had suffered. Not that Jasmine’s beauty could be diminished by the high school senior, but if they were in a beauty contest, Stacy and Jasmine would surely be competing for first place.

Jasmine is one of the sexiest girls I have ever seen but in her own way. She’s like a hot blonde California beach chick, with a golden brown tan, firm, grapefruit-shaped tits, giant nipples, and a glorious ass. It was the kind of ass that made a guy’s head turn regardless of who saw him staring.

Stacy was in the same category of gorgeous, but her beauty contrasted with Jasmine’s. Her hair was black, and her skin was naturally dark. Her ample breasts sat high on her chest, she had muscled abs, and her athletic ass flexed with each step.

Besides the goddess status that the girls shared, Stacy seemed an unlikely companion for Jasmine. One of my friend’s older brothers dated Stacy, so I know she is not the kind of girl Jasmine is. Stacy is an honor student, noted for her performance in sports, and the kind of girl every mom wants their boy to date. Maybe Jasmine was trying to pair up with someone who could help change her reputation or maybe be a good influence? That would explain why Jasmine didn’t want Stacy to see her spread eagle in the yard, getting fucked by the lawn boy.

After a few minutes of conversation, which I wish I could have heard, Jasmine got up and stood next to Stacy’s chair. Seemingly without warning, Jasmine removed the barely-there bikini top, freeing her jugs. They swung in the sun. Stacy looked at Jasmine, but I couldn’t tell from her expression if she was alarmed, shocked, or fine with Jasmine’s exhibitionism. Then Stacy got up and stood inches away from her half-naked friend. She looked directly at Jasmine. I thought their tits might have been touching. Fuck, what I wouldn’t do for a supersonic microphone.

Jasmine’s fists were pressed into her sides, and her hips shifted right. It could have been a defensive posture. Had Stacy admonished her for being topless? Jasmine’s lips were moving. Was it possible she could be trying to coerce the prudish beauty out of her top? I could imagine my neighbor telling Stacy how private the yard was and how good it felt to tan naked. Come on Jasmine, I thought, do your thing, get her out of that bathing suit. Of course, nobody can see you back there.

My heart raced and my mouth dried. They were toe to toe, and Jasmine put her hands on Stacy’s shoulders. Their tits had to be pressed together. Oh, the power in Jasmine’s gaze must have frozen that poor goodie two shoes in place. She didn’t resist when Jasmine reached around, held her neck, and drew her forward. Their lips touched. Stacy’s hands moved between their bodies. She must be pushing away, I thought, but Jasmine’s fingers intertwined with Stacy’s and pulled the girl’s arms out to their sides. They got closer; then Jasmine started kissing Stacy passionately. My life couldn’t get any better.

The kiss suddenly broke, but the two girls didn’t move. I imagined Jasmine’s prevailing stare, drawing her friend back. Their lips embraced once again. Passion seemed to be erasing any fear Stacy might have had. Her hands were free, and she wasn’t resisting. The girl wrapped her arms around Jasmine. Their mouths were smashed together.

Jasmine took a step back, and Stacy’s top fell from her neck and hung below her tits. Stacy looked down at her naked breasts for a second before crossing her arm over them. Jasmine reached behind Stacy and pulled her friend in. Their tits crushed together. Jasmine’s seductive lips found Stacy’s mouth, and the make-out session resumed without resistance.

Two drop-dead gorgeous teenage girls, locked in a passionate kiss. It was the most beautifully erotic sexual encounter I could imagine. I was breathing so hard I got dizzy and had to steady myself. If I didn’t calm down, I might blackout and miss whatever happened next.

When Jasmine finally stepped back again, my eyes focused on what was protruding from Stacy’s body. Her tits were not only much larger than I expected, but their shape was unbelievable. She had the type of tits that I referred to as ski slope tits. They hung down but curved around at the bottom, and the nipples mocked gravity as they pointed practically toward the sky! They screamed out for a mouth to take them in.

Jasmine’s hands were rejected two times, but the third time she landed them, cupping those wonderful flesh mounds. She gently lifted Stacy’s tits, slowly moved around their sides, and worked her hands forward toward the nipples. Stacy reacted with a jerk and tried to turn her upper body away from her friend’s seductive embrace. Jasmine countered by taking the girl’s hand and placing it on her tit. Stacy seemed to be subdued by the interaction with another female’s breast, so Jasmine put her hand on Stacy’s and helped her fondle the tit.

Without releasing Jasmine’s tit, Stacy moved in for an aggressive kiss. The passion quickly advanced, and Jasmine grabbed one of Stacy’s tits. The two girls kissed wildly and felt each other up.

I held out as long as possible, but when Jasmine’s mouth cautiously approached Stacy’s upturned nipple, my cock erupted. I moaned and thrust my groin forward, spraying a huge stream of cum on the vent. Stacy’s face seemed to scream for help when Jasmine’s mouth sealed around the top of her tit, but her body submitted, arching and shoving her chest out. Jasmine’s sucked, stretching the pointy crown. She let it go and moved on to the next tit. A hand wandered down Stacy’s stomach. It groped the hairy mound, then found its way between Stacy’s legs. The girl fought off her friend’s advances, but clearly, her heart wasn’t in it. After two passive swats, Stacy yielded and opened her legs, granting Jasmine full access. My dick stayed hard.

Stacy appeared mesmerized by Jasmine’s sexual powers. Her arms hung limply at her sides while the bikini bottoms cleared her hips. Even against her dark skin, Stacy’s black triangle of pubic hair stood out like an arrowhead, pointing the way to her pussy. Jasmine knelt, taking the bottoms the rest of the way down, and planted a kiss just above Stacy’s bush. The girl’s eyes locked with Jasmine’s, watching as she kissed her way up the center of her body. Their lips joined again. Stacy shook her feet free of the bikini.

While making out with the passion of new lovers, Jasmine guided Stacy’s body down on a chair. Once the girl was sitting, Jasmine stopped kissing and stood in front of the stunned prude. Jasmine wiggled out of her skimpy bottoms. Maybe she was shocked that Jasmine was bald or possibly overwhelmed by reality, I didn’t know, but Stacy stared straight ahead at the other girl’s pussy. It was only inches away from her face.

Jasmine bent at the waist, took hold of Stacy’s shoulders, and turned her on the lounge chair. Stacy lifted her legs as her body rotated and put her feet up. Jasmine kissed the dazed girl while laying her down. With some cum and spit on my hand, I stroked my dick back to a full erection. Jasmine straddled the chair, then leaned over until her hanging tits rested on Stacy’s chest. She kissed Stacy gently on the forehead before inching down. Her stiff nipples dragged over her friend’s dark skin while she kissed her way southward. I thought I could see Stacy’s lips saying no, over and over, and she might have started to sit up once or twice, but Jasmine’s mouth still made it to that mound of black curly hair.

When Jasmine’s hands were spreading Stacy’s legs, her head turned violently, side to side. Jasmine’s tongue penetrated the tightly sealed pussy lips. Stacy stopped moving and stared down her body. It was strange, but I was proud to know Jasmine. In a matter of minutes, she had undressed a beautiful girl in her backyard, and now she was eating her out. I also felt a connection with Stacy because I too had my world rocked by that California girl.

Shit, my mother turned into the driveway. Fuck it! I kept devouring the scene with my eyes and punishing my sore cock. There was no way I was going to miss this. I’d rather be caught masturbating by my mother than miss Jasmine making love to a girl every guy wanted, but none could get in her pants.

Jasmine’s face was stuffed into Stacy’s crotch, and her glorious round ass was pushed up in my direction. What I wouldn’t give to lay my swollen cock between those cheeks while she devoured Stacy’s pussy. When the girl was about to get off, I’d drive my dick up Jasmine’s ass and force her face into the climaxing pussy.

Stacy’s bent knees started waving, clapping her thighs on Jasmine’s head. Then she stiffened, and her ass lifted off the chair, slamming her cunt into Jasmine’s face. My neighbor had just thoroughly corrupted a beautiful high school senior. What else was Jasmine capable of?

I heard the downstairs door close right as Jasmine stood over Stacy. She walked forward until her dripping crotch was positioned above the other girl’s face. Stacy’s lust must have far surpassed any reservations she had because her head rose to meet the descending pussy. The girl who had resisted when Jasmine tried to kiss her, was now eager to get her mouth on another girl’s crotch. I wailed on my abused cock, hoping to send another load on the attic floor and vent slats before—