Chapter 4

After I masturbated, I took a shower. I imagined how all teenaged girls--including Shannon--washed their bodies when they showered. It made me sprout yet another hard on. I thought about her pouty lips kissing my cock shaft and sucking on my balls--and then her mouth wrapped around my cock head. It was a massive turn on for me watching her savor every throbbing inch of my man-cock. I shot a mighty load in the shower thinking about us together.

My sex fantasies about middle and high school girls were abundant. I lived near a high school and saw many hot teens walking in little groups of three or four. Some wore skin-tight yoga pants. They might as well have been nude; the pants were so form-fitting. Others wore butt-snug, ripped jeans or short skirts.

I assumed most were “cock virgins” and masturbated frequently. Which of these girls had “hands on” experience jacking off cock, sucking cock or fucking? Most of them were likely sexually intimate with other girls, even if was just light petting and kissing. They’d all been to sleepovers since they were little girls. I know this is where some kissing and touching--and more--happens.

Laney had plenty of sleepovers. On many occasions I snuck in her bedroom closet while they were brushing their teeth in the bathroom. I peeked at them. She and her longtime, best friend Sadie would go at it! And I’m talking oral! (And younger than I can say here.) Online I’ve surveyed women about this. Most of them told me they did fool around with their friends--sometimes “practice kissing” to get experience before the real thing with a boy.)

B-B-Back to the story!

A day or so after my hot encounter with Shannon, I awoke with some serious, morning wood. I must’ve been having a sex dream about her. I needed to orgasm, but I held off from draining my balls. I wanted to save a big load for Shannon. Today was our date. I hoped for another hot blowjob and if not that--to take her virginity. (Correction: Hers to give, not mine to take. Yeah, I’m a little woke.)

My mind was buzzing as I drove out to her house. Like before, Lexi was out. She knew we had a date. Shannon greeted me wrapped in a tiny towel that barely covered her breasts and pussy. (Such a tease!) She’d obviously just got out of the shower. I could’ve devoured here then and there! We kissed and her towel happened to fall off!

I wasted no time and sucked on her hot nipples. I dropped to my knees, kissing her firm stomach and worked my way down to her bald pussy. It melted in my mouth. She grinded it hard against my face and quickly orgasmed! I was rock hard and wanted to fuck her, but she insisted we wait until the picnic in the woods. She was right. We should wait. Smart girl. I calmed down in the living room while she got ready. That didn’t last long. My thoughts went to sex.

I recalled the other day when she flashed her pussy at me. It was a bold move on her part. It might’ve been innocent--but bloody hell--I knew it was on purpose. Who was I kidding? Who was she kidding? She already knew the power of her pussy and its effect on men--and especially on me. I call it “pussy power”. Just as men have “cock power”, females have this in spades. It fucking rules men, let’s face it. (How many politicians have succumbed to the power of pussy, only to destroy their careers?) So, when she opened her legs just wide enough for me to see her pussy, she knew doing that would grab my attention and hook me. Again, she was right!

I thought about how she sucked cock. Few women, let alone a teenager, have ever made me cum so hard. (Besides my daughter, Shannon was the only teen who sucked my dick. That would change though. And that’s another story.)

Lexi demanded that I’d keep her informed about our date. She wanted me to text her. How much should I tell her? Every damn detail? Truthfully, I had no plans to tell her much. This was intrusive and manipulative. Fuck that! I was already feeling protective of Shannon and my relationship. It was like dealing with the devil to have access to Shannon. Sadly, the devil in this case was my fiancée. (Did I mention I “officially” asked her to marry me? It was a half-hearted proposal not worth detailing. I did her bidding to get Shannon, plain and simple.)

In the back of my mind, I had questions, fears and backup plans. Dealing with Lexi was formidable. I was expecting the other shoe to drop at any time. In my life, whenever something this good happened to me (Shannon) the other shoe dropped--and it all went to hell. I knew this was too good to be true.

Shannon came out of her room in a pink, crop top and white short shorts! (OMG!) They were as short as they could be! The leg holes were cut at pussy level. She modeled them for me. When she turned around for me, I could see part of her butt cheeks!

Watching her impromptu modeling reminded me of when my Laney modeled her new thongs for me. At fourteen, I thought she was too young to wear thongs, but we made this deal: If I took her shopping for thongs, she’d have to model all of them for me when we got back--or she wouldn’t get them. She happily agreed to do that. She wanted those thongs at any cost!!! We had many erotic situations like this when she moved in with me.

Girls her age usually follow what their friends are doing. Agree? She told me her girlfriends wore thongs--so she wanted to. Thinking of her hot girlfriends wearing thongs kept my mind busy and my orgasms powerful. Let me share that my daughter’s pussy was and is hairless and pristine. We often showered together, and I shaved her. I asked her if any of her friends shaved, and she said they all did. That was hot to know. I wondered how she knew. Were they shaving each other? Or maybe they saw each other in the locker room showers at school after a volleyball practice or game? Oh, to have been a fly on the wall! (Or to have installed a hidden cam! Ha!)

I had access to Laney’s girlfriends’ panties when they had sleepovers at our house. They’d often shower together, too. They’d change clothes and I’d get a hold of them. I wondered when they showered, if they washed each other. Did they help each other wash the places they couldn’t reach, like their backs? Maybe they washed each other’s breasts and pussies, too. (Please tell me they did!!) Did they get so horny they sucked on each other’s nipples or ate each out? More recently I asked Laney about that, and she told me--YES, she and her friends did it all in the showers. And that started at a much younger age.

I like to “read panties”. Panties tell a story--an “arousal” story. Her girlfriends, like her, were always horny. It showed. Their panties (and hers) were always pussy-juiced. I jacked off many cum geysers smelling them, stroking with them and imagining eating and fucking and stretching their tight, teen, pussies.

I didn’t have to wonder if Shannon wore a thong under those shorts. No, she went commando! (Fucking A!) Her long legs looked freshly shaved and smooth. Her sheer crop top barely held in her braless breasts. She dressed sexy for a picnic. She wore makeup, although she didn’t need it. (I’m talkin’ eyeliner, and false eyelashes.) Her delicious, pouty lips were painted pink.

She smelled so good on the drive. It was like a fever dream being alone with her without Lexi’s managerial eyes on us. We got some food at a deli and in no time were in a rural area. I pulled off the freeway and headed deep into a wooded area.

On the way, we were chatty, but I don’t remember much of what was said. It was blissful being with her. I know she felt the same way. (It kept dawning on me that I was on a date with a sixteen-year-old hottie!)

We drove under a leafy canopy of trees that joined like two hands clasped over the middle of the road. Her hand found a home on my thigh! (Now we’re talking!) I like assertive girls. I tried to keep my eyes on the road but had to occasionally glance down at her massaging my erection.

I placed my hand on her left thigh. (Fair is fair!) It felt smooth and warm. I wanted to stop the car and kiss it. I slid my fingers up to hem of the leg hole. Shannon’s naked pussy was only an inch or less away. She placed her hand over mine to keep it there!

I parked the car in a designated area. We had the place to ourselves. The maintained trail snaked deep into the thick woods. Shannon clutched my hand as we walked. That was romantic. Of course, I had a continuous hard on during the drive and it was leaking pre-cum. I needed a release. I knew she was aroused, too, from the enthusiastic way she’d been rubbing my cock in the car. Her breathing quickened and she sighed unconsciously. (If I had x-ray vision, I’d have seen her clit was swollen and her pussy drooling, anticipating sex.)

About a mile in we reached a little meadow surrounded by bushes and trees. It was well-hidden, off the trail. (It was a place I frequented for years. I’d often go there alone to sunbathe nude, or to masturbate. It was a perfect spot for fucking outdoors in privacy. I’d taken Laney there many times before and after the divorce.

The weather today was perfect--sunny and warm. I laid out a large blanket and pillow. Shannon liked the set up. So did her nipples. They were hard. She sat across from me cross-legged as we ate our sandwiches. Her short shorts barely covered her wet pussy lips.