Chapter 3

You can bet what my mind was on for the next couple of days, always picturing Jennie with her mouth wrapped around the head of my cock. At night I could still hear her gulping my load down as I held her head in place, and more than anything I wanted to drag her back to my bed and have her do a repeat performance. Well, that and fuck her. My one true desire was having my pole disappear between her legs and then pound it into Jennie’s hot little box so that I could empty my balls into her.

They joke about old women growing teeth, but Jennie’s pussy was tight and moist and warm and so welcoming to my cock. That was where it belonged every day and night even if she could only take half my length. Even as my balls ached for release, I bided my time and promised my cock and balls a little slice of heaven before the week was out.

Well, I could get into a lot of detail, but it’s really just the same old story of a boy trying his best to get a girl to open her legs and let him pour his seed into her. The next time we got together was in my backyard early one evening. We never even made it to my bedroom, just laying out in the grass and me slipping my boner up her loose shorts, past the edge of her panties, and into Jennie’s hole. There was a little more to it, kissing and pulling her blouse up while I played with her tits, but mostly it was about me levering her legs apart while flooding her with another dose of cream.

A couple of days later we wound up in her room, where it had all begun, and I had a chance to spend a full two hours alone with a naked girl, my naked girl, and all for me. That was the best time, when we could just relax and play with each other’s bodies. Mostly it was me playing with her, even getting her to talk me through eating out her pussy. It sounds easy, like just licking with your tongue, but for a whole half hour I did nothing but lick and suck and finger her clit and hole, all the while encouraging her to give me feedback. I learned a lot about girls and at the end of her tutoring session my face was slick with Jennie’s wetness and boy was she ready to fuck me.

It was like that for another week or so, every couple of days finding a new way for her to ease the pressure building inside my balls. Then there was the evening she came over after dinner while her mother helped her little brother, Timothy, with some homework. My dad was watching television and I slipped Jennie into our garage. I was happy, sitting on an old chair, pulling Jennie up onto my lap and pushing her down onto my pole, telling Jennie to fuck away and let me fill her yet again. This is when she stopped me, riding me up and down for a couple of minutes before breathlessly leaning into me and saying she wanted to stop. When I asked why, she whispered out that she was afraid of getting pregnant.

“What do you mean? I mean, I know about getting a girl pregnant, but we’ve been doing it for a week and you weren’t afraid. What happened?”

“It’s my period stupid. It stopped just over a week ago.” She waited for me to say something, for awareness to dawn on me, but I showed my ignorance by finally blurting out, “Yeah. I know. And it’s been great. So what?”

Jennie sat up, still impaled on my raging boner, her face wet from perspiration and breathing in gasps, obviously into the fuck but also worried about carrying my kid. She looked into my face and in all seriousness said, “Don’t you pay attention in biology class? My period was over like a week ago, which means pretty soon I’m going to let loose with an egg the size of a bowling ball, and all your sperm are going to head straight for it. That’s how girls get pregnant.”

I knew that, or at least the basic facts were sitting there in the back of my brain. I shrugged, felt up her ass, loving the feel of my cock still embedded in her very wet and warm pussy, and leaned in to give the top of her head a quick kiss.

“Oh, yeah, I get it, but what’s the difference between what we did yesterday in your room and what we’re doing now?” I pulled her in for a hug, turned Jennie’s face up for me to kiss her, and tried in my most loving voice pushed my own selfish agenda. “Doesn’t this feel good to you Jennie? I love having you with me, holding you and being inside you. Let’s finish this, let me make you feel good, and we can talk about it later.”

Jennie didn’t say any more so I went back to what I was doing, pulling her ass up so that I could push her back down and impale her on my cock. Up, down, repeat. It may sound like I was being a real unconcerned jerk, but it did remind me that I couldn’t take Jennie’s welcoming pussy for granted. I slowed down a bit and snuck a hand down to play with her clit, whispering out how much I cared for her, and holding off until I knew she had wet my lap. I’m not kidding here. I came to know that when Jennie had a real orgasm, she’d let loose with as much liquid as I did, a sure sign that it was finally my time to fill her up.

In the end, I got what I wanted, a full load of cream flooding Jennie, our shared releases dripping down onto my lap as I held her tight and came down from my sexual high. I was living a wonderful life, a fantasy most boys never get to bring to reality, but Jennie did insist on reminding me of parts of reality I didn’t want to think about.

Let’s be clear: I knew all about the dangers of getting a girl pregnant and why guys should wear a condom. Jennie didn’t know it but I had a pack of condoms hidden back in my room, all unused because the long lust-fueled relationship I had been hoping for with a classmate in the early spring never got beyond the first couple of dates. I knew why girls wanted guys to wear condoms, but I had discovered the joy of exploding wild and free inside of Jennie, of lining her twat with my cum and loving the thought of my seed filling her. It was a real turn-on to go in raw and naked and let go inside of this hot little girl. Like any other guy, I didn’t like having to pull out a piece of latex that would prevent my seed from swimming around inside of her and claiming her hot little pussy as mine. Still, she had a point and I listened.

“Seriously, I don’t want to get pregnant. It’s just that I’d get something myself but no way I can get it on my own, and what I was using before has gotten kind of old. It just doesn’t fit right anymore. You promise you’ll get some condoms?”

More than anything I wanted to know about what she used to use, and who with if her motorcycle guy was gone, but figured she’d just tell me I was being nosey. No other girl was around waiting to open her legs to me so I just went with anything Jennie wanted.

“I promise. I’ll pick some up tomorrow. But you’ve got to promise to come by tomorrow afternoon so we can try them out. Right? Do you want them ribbed or flavored or anything?” I conveniently left out the condoms I already had and tried to use a bit of humor to get Jennie to calm down about the whole pregnancy thing. And me doing something for her did allow me to expect some return favor, so I figured I came out on top.

“No, I don’t care. Whatever you get. Sorry, but I just don’t want to get knocked up just yet. I mean, guys will never get it, the fear of being pregnant. It’s totally unfair.”

“Sure, I get it, and I’ll get the condoms, but aren’t there other kinds of birth control? You know, like patches or stuff? I’ve read about those. They keep girls from getting pregnant. I mean, what did you used to use?” I pulled Jennie in, kissing her hair while simultaneously playing with one of her tits, showing how much I cared but also getting more information about her past.

“Thanks. I mean it. My other stuff was never even meant for me. Just something I got from a friend and I don’t trust it anymore. I’ve heard about the patch and stuff. I guess if I’m going to high school I’d better know about all of that, right? Guys always seem to think about sex first and everything else afterwards.”

I didn’t want to think about Jennie going with any other guy, but if she was going to look into getting some birth control of her own, maybe I wouldn’t need to worry about buying any more condoms. And besides, just as Jennie started talking about looking into some birth control of her own, I was able to pull her hand over and had her pay some attention to my re-energized dick.

We were still sitting on that old chair in the garage, my pants down to my ankles, her shorts tossed to the side, and I didn’t feel like ending the night right then. I’ll have to give it to Jennie for being willing to do what I wanted and needed, even if it wasn’t always in her best interest.

Even as my last load of cum was dripping down from between her legs and onto the concrete floor, I was able to pull her over to start cleaning off my cock and sucking another load out of me. She seemed fine with that, licking off everything my cock had pulled out of her, and five minutes later I was approached the zone of no return. She was kneeling between my legs, using one hand to stroke me while keeping me wet and happy with her tongue and an occasional suck with her lips. Then the realization of my climax overwhelmed me and I moaned in appreciation. “Jennie, I’m gonna cum,” and my balls just pulsed out a hard couple of spurts into her face.

“Oops,” she said, almost with a squeal, like she’d never seen anything like it before, but as my long lines of cum splattered over her face and hair, she pulled my cock over and sucked it in with her mouth. Really. Instead of being disgusted and pushing my cock away, she pulled it in and sucked me down, doing her best to suck and swallow the rest of my release. I didn’t even have to hold her head in, controlling my urge to push in or force myself down her throat. Just on her own Jennie gave me one of the best blowjobs ever. Not as good as creaming her pussy, but still a boner-inducing something to think about after she had gone home.

Of course, her face and hair was still covered by a couple of long lines of my jism, and I had the brains to eventually make it into the house for a warm wet towel to wipe her off with. I couldn’t do much with the gob of goo in her long auburn locks, but as I wiped off her face I was able to whisper out how special she was to me. And no lie, she really was. I was really getting hooked on the girl.

She came over as soon as I texted the next day. Used a condom, which was kind of gross since I had to pull it off and flush it all down. I complained a little, but it was still a fuck of a lot better than me jacking off in the shower. So it went, for the next couple of weeks, and I mean almost every day. I even changed my work schedule to be home when her mom was away, and Jennie was so happy to have me using a condom she pretty much let me have full run of her body.

I know it sounds childish or, as my dad would say, juvenile, but it was really nice having a naked girl just let me do whatever I wanted with her.

Let me tell you, Jennie was a hot looking girl, with long soft curls and a perfect little body, slim waist and hips and with really nice tits I knew would grow bigger as she went through high school. She was pretty, sure to be incredibly beautiful in a few more years, and there she was, laying on my bed, naked and happy to let me touch and play with her as much as I wanted. The need to use condoms was a small price to pay, and besides, there was a bunch of other stuff I got her to do.

Like when I she let me try anal. She had rolled over after grinding down on me, her being on top seeming to be her favorite position because it gave her more control. We had talked and played around a little, and when she tucked her knees under her and smiled at me while wagging her ass, it seemed like she was asking for it. I was just going to do her doggie style, but when I played my raw and uncovered cock around her anus just for the fun of it, she pushed her ass back as though that was her hole of choice.

That’s when I pushed the leaking tip of my cock against her anus and without even thinking about it I pushed half of my tip into her. Jennie suddenly looked back and asked what kind of lubricant I was going to use, like I knew what I was doing. “I don’t know,” I blurted out, feeling a little shamed at being caught for wanting to ream her ass.

It also kind of shocked me that she was the one with all the information, but I came back with a following reply that made it seem like I wasn’t a total newbie. “I could use a condom. They’ve got lubrication.”

She rolled back over and sat up, and in a normal everyday voice said, “No, no need. Don’t think I’m going to get pregnant if you cum up my back hole. Just grab some oil, like olive oil. That works okay.”

I went along with it, pretending that I had done it all before while ignoring the obvious fact that she seemed to be really knowledgeable about some guy pushing through her rear door. Her butt hole was really tight but not really a problem with a layer of oil dripping off my cock. I’d already filled a condom while pounding into her twat so it took a while of pumping into her ass before finally climaxing with my balls pushed hard to her ass cheeks. Jennie seemed fine with it, groaning at first but then letting me push my cock up to the hilt, like balls deep into her rectum.

Just to let you know, I tried anal a couple of other times after that, but Jennie didn’t seem to get much from it. She’d go along with it, pushing up her ass and groaning with the effort but never complaining. It was OK for me, nice and tight and just dirty enough to get me hard thinking of creaming all three of her holes in the same day. Still, even though her ass could take my entire length, and I loved being able to pound my balls against her upturned ass, it just wasn’t the same as creaming the inside of her pussy. That was always the best.