James and Sveta Again

Sorry guys, I got distracted. Then I got busy. Then I hurt my knee and was thinking about that for a while. Nothing serious, but enough to distract me. But I've got some spare time now and I need to finish about James and Sveta because I know you're all dying of anticipation.

Where was I? Oh yeah, I was scooping dribbles of cum out of my cunt and feeding them to Sveta. It was extremely erotic, actually; she just sat there next to me and opened her mouth and let me basically spoon-feed her. After two or three fingersfull, I asked if she would rather get it out herself, although I must confess I could have gone on feeding this beautiful teen forever. If I ran out of cum, I could have fed her fruit, or pudding, or even a sandwich. It was just so sexy.

She sucked on my fingers for a moment, then she nodded and flushed. James was sitting back on the couch watching, and enjoying too I'm sure. God he is a lucky little shit, isn't it? Anyway, I wasn't expecting Sveta to get down and start sucking my cunt clean, but she started gingerly scooping bits of cum off my my pussy without really touching it. I tried to squeeze as much out as I could for her, but finally I just had to tell her that I wasn't fragile and that she could explore inside. She blushed even more prettily and said she wasn't sure. So I took her hand and guided a finger into my passage. We rooted around for the last morsels of cum, which was pleasant for me, even though she's got a way to go as a lesbian, and then she licked her fingers clean a little nervously, like she expected the stuff inside to somehow taste different. She smiled when it didn't.

We lounged and talked about sex for a while. I told them about fun things I've done (without mentioning any names or identities), mostly stuff from college. I have a few funny stories. And I asked them things. I asked James whether he thought he was ready to please Sveta like he pleases me, and he was quick to say yes. I asked her if watching us had helped, and she nodded. They were actually looking at each other a lot, and I was beginning to feel like the third wheel.

Then Sveta said to James, "James, I want you to be my first. I want to do it right now. I can't stand it any more. But I want Lexi to be here in case something goes wrong." Sound thinker, this girl. After all, if we would just have chaperones our first time, I think things would be much more enjoyable. My first time, Mom held my hand and told me what to do, and Dad was a terrific partner who would have been fine alone.

James' cock was stiff as a rod, and he said, "Okay," as if he could have said anything else. They both looked at me.

Well I was still trying to believe the whole thing was happening, and this latest surprise really just passed straight through me. "If that's what you want," I said, a little blankly. "Do you want me to sit over here and give you some privacy for a little while?"

I think James might have said yes, but Sveta shook her head vehemently. I think there were a few things at work, one of which was probably that she wanted James to see that she could be just as brave on the subject of doing things in front of people as I was. She made a decision in her head and grabbed her sweater and pulled it over her head in one motion.

All the stuff I said about her with her clothes on is doubly true with her clothes off. She has breasts that look huge on her frame, although on me I'd probably look like my mom. She was wearing a conservative bra, but I could still see the hints of her nipples beneath it. Her arousal must have been killing her, what with all the talking and people lying around naked and watching her boyfriend have sex. James loves those breasts, and he must have really loved these. When she more slowly unhooked her bra and slipped it off her shoulders, her tits were even better. I love young breasts, the hint of stretch marks where they've grown in so quickly, their perkiness, the milky skin. They were much larger than mine but didn't sag a bit, with big brown nipples that were just pointed enough to stand out. Not your grandma's tits, these. I could have kicked James out and worked on Sveta myself, but I nobly restrained the urge and just sat there and watched without seemed judgemental.

James' eyes were riveted to these beauties, and when she crawled on her knees over to him and sat on the couch beside him, he took no time at all to start feeling them. His hands were on her tits and they started kissing, and I could see that they'd done this part a lot. Honestly, I don't know how Sveta kept him from at least feeling her up; I've had boyfriends who were much less into me who couldn't be stopped. But I never tried that hard.

I felt a little strange watching them make out, not because I feel odd watching people, but because it felt like they had forgotten I was there. We had plenty of time, and I figured it was best if they took as long as possible warming up. She stroked his cock, he stroked her nipples and arms and tummy, and they locked lips like they never wanted to let go. She's a little rounder than I am, certainly not fat, just a little plump in a comely sort of way. Honestly, I was eating her up with my eyes; I don't get to see pretty young things like that all that often.

Eventually James moved to suckling at her breasts and she just sat back, arched her back a little, and sighed as he pleased her. He's a good lover for me, and I'm sure he was being extra-good for her, and she has very little experience to compare. So she was having a ball. I could imagine before, when this was all they did, afterwards she must have rushed home to finger herself. At least I would have. She looked totally blissed out.

Eventually though, she stopped James and said, "I think I want to try sucking you now." I smiled. James looked really happy. This kid had just had two strong orgasms not too long ago and he was itching for a third, and then after that a fourth, because I knew she wanted him to cum in her mouth. And then I thought of something. "Kids," I said slowly, trying not to startle them. "I think, as the responsible adult here, I should provide you with condoms. Let me run and get some."

"Condoms for a blowjob?" asked James, like I was being a buzzkill.

"No, for later," I grinned. He saw what I meant and grinned too, and Sveta smiled at me and nodded.

When I got back from the supply chest (in our living room we have an emergency kit full of lube, condoms, and various other sundries one might need running out the door) Sveta was on her knees in front of James, and by God she was blowing him. All I could see was her head moving in his lap and her hands stroking, but when I came around to the side she was performing respectably for a beginner. I missed the first part so I can't tell you whether or not she had any qualms to begin, but certainly she didn't have any now. She had the head in her mouth and was stroking the shaft, a beginner's technique but still a fine one. "Stroke his balls, he likes that," I said softly. I didn't know whether I should be giving advice, but she didn't seem to mind.

Soon I had her licking all around his cock, not just the head, and stroking his shaft with one hand and his balls with the other. He was on the brink, and when I advised her to give him a little squeeze, he gasped that he was going to cum. She looked a little like she didn't know what to do, so I told her to put her mouth on the head again and suck and stroke, and she did. She started a little with the first splash of cum, like she was afraid he was pissing or something, but when she tasted it she got less nervous and milked his cock. She was swallowing as she went, which is less sexy but she'd never done it before.

"That was nice," James said after she licked her lips and looked up at him. "Really nice." He's going to have to work on his complimenting skills, but she was putty in his hands, so "nice" worked okay this time. I think she just wanted to know that she had done well, and she looked at me. I just smiled and nodded. "We don't have to do the rest right now," James said. I could have smacked him on the one hand, because obviously this girl needed to cum, hard, right away. She was breathing heavy and flushed. But another part of me applauded, because it was true, they could have just stopped. No sense in rushing things. But Sveta was thinking entirely of the first thing, so she shook her head. Not a girl of many words, but communicates quite well anyway.

She got back up and kissed him and the kisses became long and passionate again. And then James started to slip her skirt down and she stiffened up and pulled away. I got a little worried then. "Let me... do that," she said finally. I begin to wonder whether she might not have some history of abuse. I don't know, and I'm not going to push it. She stood and slipped her dress off, and her bottom looked as nice as her top. Again, rounder and plumper, but we're certainly not talking overweight. Not even close. Just round and soft and tiny. Her ass wasn't as cute as mine, I'll admit (okay, twist my arm) but it didn't show a trace of fat, just shapely curves. Her panties were sexy though, silk with lace. Sort of out of character, actually.

I couldn't see the front, but James could, and he was happy to see them. He got up too and kissed her and held her close, very tender. She wrapped her arms around him and they just stood there and kissed. So sweet, wish I'd had a video camera. "The First Time I Saw Sveta's Panties," a Kodak moment. But eventually James' hands started wandering and finally, nervously it seemed, settled on the small of her back where he could run his hands up and down, just under the waist of the panties. Then he stopped.

"What's wrong?" I asked without really knowing why. But then I saw that Sveta was crying softly on James' shoulder. "Oh God honey, is everything okay?"

"I'm just nervous, and scared," she sniffled. James, bless his heart, just kept holding her.

I went around to look her in the face. "Honey, you really don't have to do this. I know it's a big thing, and that you're worried. I don't want you to be pressured into doing anything just because I'm here. Maybe it would be better if I left..."

"No!" she interrupted. "No, I need you here. I need you just in case I get hurt." She was so scared, thought she was going to be damaged. I think if I actually had been a responsible adult I would have stopped them, no matter what. But I'm not. I'm like their aunt who lets them do irresponsible things in a safe environment.

"Well honey, in order for James to be able to satisfy you, you're going to have to let him touch you."

She grinned at that. I was joking, really I was. Not being serious at all. I smiled back. She just kept looking into my eyes and I couldn't very well look away, so I didn't even notice when she dropped her panties slowly to the floor. James did though; he said, "Wow," softly, and she grinned and looked at him, and they just looked at each other for a while. Ah, young love.

I moved away again to give them space, and I could see what James was talking about. She didn't have a tan line or anything, slightly tanned hips and thighs, and the crack of her ass, the globes of it, were beautiful. Again, I had to restrain myself from rushing in and taking a bite. When they finally broke their embrace I could see, for the first time, her cute teen pussy, with just a thin covering of hair, mousy brown and disheveled just like her head. I'm not normally a big fan of pubes; I like them in their place if at all, but she had very cute pubes. I hoped it wouldn't throw James off.

As it turned out, it didn't. He helped her lie down on the floor, then he kissed his way (a little quickly, perhaps) down her body, stopping to pay homage to her breasts, kissing her cute belly button, then moving to stare down at her pussy. "Spread your legs for him," I told Sveta, coming a little closer. She did, and I could see her pussy lips in the center of the patch of hair, small, pink, and adorable. "James, don't rush it, and don't put your fingers inside. She's not ready for that yet."

He tried to the best of his ability, but I think testosterone was starting to take over. He wanted her bad, so bad it was clouding his judgement. See, this is why I'm glad I was there. If I hadn't been, he might have hurt her. But he started kissing and licking, spreading her lips with his fingers, doing all the things I'd taught him. When his tongue delved into her pussy for the first time she gasped and looked like she was about to jump up and run, so I got down next to her and put my hand on her shoulder. I was so close to her breasts I could almost touch them, but again, restraint restraint. She was burning up, poor thing; her skin was hot to the touch.

I made sure to keep an eye on James, and when he did things too fast, or too soon, or just in the wrong way for this girl (because he's used to me, and I like different things, which is why it's also important to gain experience with multiple partners) I guided him back onto the path. Sveta had her hand on mine now and was squeezing it. I asked her how she felt, and she just smiled and nodded quickly. Her legs were wide open now, knees bent, feet splayed. She wasn't pulling away any more.

I decided that it was important for him to give her an orgasm first, but although she was obviously enjoying it, any time it looked like she might be getting close, she seemed to try to stop herself. Finally I asked her if she wanted to cum. She didn't answer at first, but finally she said that she did, but she didn't want to make a mess. That's when I found out that our Sveta is a gusher. Maybe that's part of the reason she's worried about sex. She told me, a little breathlessly, that the only place she could masturbate was in the bathroom, naked, because otherwise she made a mess. She was afraid she was peeing herself. Well that was an easy enough problem to solve. I told her that some of my best friends gushed, and that far from being bad, it was really very good. But I told James that maybe, for the first time, he should be ready.

Well, she's not an easy O, but when she cums, she cums hard. She cried out that it was happening and then, even though James was only rubbing her clit with a finger and had pulled away a little, she managed to soak his face. There was a puddle on the floor that sank into the carpet (but with the rumpus room, the carpet is already a CSI nightmare). She stopped almost as quickly as she started, but she was still vibrating a little, and I told James to get back in there and finish up.

He looked a little worried but I glared at him and he put his face back between her legs and started licking and sucking, and there were more splashes and her hips bucked. Honestly, she squirted more than I've ever seen outside of porno. I'm not one to try to corrupt people, but if I was, I could get her a gig in nothing flat. I wished I could have seen it from the business end. Finally she cried out for him to stop and just lay there, panting, her hand grabbing mine like a vice.

James came up for air with a look on his face that was part awe, part satisfaction. I think he might have thought that he'd done really well if she made this much of a mess. I'll have to disabuse him of that notion later. But he did do well, and he said that it didn't taste any different from any other pussy juice, there was just more of it. That reassured Sveta a lot, I think.

I extracted my hand and fetched her a glass of water, which she drained. Hydration for squirters is important. She and James were looking at one another with that puppydog look again, but when I made to move away, Sveta grabbed my hand and pulled me back. "I think I'm ready to try... it," she said slowly, a little spaced out from the O. "But I need you here, in case." I reassured her that I would be right there.

James' cock was rock hard by now, and I handed him a condom. "I wish I didn't have to wear this," he said sheepishly as he slipped it on.

"I wish you didn't either," she said.

"But you have to," I said, the voice of authority (oh, who am I kidding, I was hoping they'd brush me off when I said it, because I'm a perv). "Now Sveta, spread your legs wide, and James, slowly, slowly." I was going to suggest lube, but frankly, her pussy was lubed enough, and the condom was lubricated too. Sveta gripped my hand tight and I gave her a little squeeze of encouragement as James got between her legs and aimed his cock. Actually, now that I think of it, missionary is probably not the best first-time position as far as insertion goes. I think the animals have the best idea. It's much easier to put a cock in from behind because the parts line up nicely, whereas lying face to face, you have to basically support yourself with one hand while you aim without being able to see with the other. But it's tradition I guess, and I wasn't thinking straight at the time.

When his cock nudged her lips she tightened her grip on me and looked at me, but I whispered, "Look in his eyes, tell him what to do," because not only is that important but you only get one chance to be popped and it's best to look your lover in the face while it happens. It's a magical moment. Maybe that's why missionary is popular for first times. Anyone have any theories? How did you do it the first time?

Anyway, James sank it until he met resistance, and then he stopped and both of them looked at me worriedly. "It'll be over quickly," I said. "But don't look at me. Look at each other. James, you have to hurt her a little. Sveta, he doesn't mean to." I wasn't being really coherent, and for my own kids I will have to prepare a better speech. But they looked back at each other, and I could see that James was worried about hurting her and Sveta was probably already feeling a little pain from the pressure.

And then she moaned softly and his hips sank down and it was over. Despite wanting to look him in the eyes, Sveta had hers clenched shut, and she was biting her lip. I think it hurt her more than it hurt me my first time, but maybe it's an age thing, or maybe just that we're different people. James' cock certainly wasn't as big as my first, and her pussy was larger too. But maybe I'm special. I don't know too many other girls who were taken so young. Mari said she didn't hurt much either, and Sheri of course claims she didn't hurt at all (but she was young and stupid, sorry sis).

"Now just stay like that for a while James, she's still hurting and she needs time to get used to you." Sveta had opened her eyes and was no longer looking as pained, which was a good sign.

"You were right," she said a little breathlessly. "It hurt, but it wasn't that bad." I think she might have been trying to convince herself. "And now it's starting to feel really nice." That was a good sign. Her hand was still clutching mine, though.

"It feels nice for me too," said James. These kids and "nice," what's up with that? Ah well, they'll get vocabularies in college I guess. I've never had a cock, nor have I ever used my cock to pop someone, so I don't know, maybe the only word there is for it is "nice."

When I judged a sufficient period had passed, I asked Sveta if she was ready to try some more, and she nodded, so I told James to begin slowly, just pull out a little and then push back in. He started rocking his hips into hers, a little faster than maybe he should have, but though she grimaced the first few times she wasn't saying stop. Eventually he was fucking her properly, gently, slowly, but still going in and out all the way, and she was loving it. And it turned out that having a cock inside her was what Sveta needed. She flushed all over and whimpered and came quite quickly, and I told James to keep going no matter what, because it's very important not to stop in the middle of a woman's climax, guys.

Sveta didn't gush as much, and once she came down shortly thereafter (I bet once they get a rhythm and some communication, he'll be able to keep her cumming for a long time, though; she has the look) she said that it felt different, better, not just like a release. I can't believe I basically interviewed her about her orgasm while James was still fucking her, but I did, just so I could bring you the scoop.

After a few minutes he was lying full on top of her with one hand on her breasts and one hand barely supporting him, and they were kissing. She finally let go of my hand and wrapped him in her arms, and all there was was the sound of his cock slurping in and out. I figured it was my time to move away, so I crawled around so I could see the business end of things. And when she came again, I finally saw her gush, probably not as strong as the first time, because I'm pretty sure that her first O would have forced his cock out of her, but the liquid gushed out around his cock and ran down her ass. She has a cute little button of an asshole too, brownish-pink and just as adorable as her slit. There was just a hint of pink on her buttocks, probably what little blood had come, but most of it had washed off.

James lasted a long time, probably a combination of effort and the fact that this was orgasm four in as many hours. When he got close he grunted something in her ear, and she said, "Pull out, I want to taste it again." He pulled out and got his condom off, but couldn't make it to her face before he started spurting, so she get messy, all over her tummy and breasts. She didn't seem to mind, and he certainly didn't.

But it wouldn't have been that day without one final surprise. Sveta looked over at me as James moved up to let her suck the last remants off his cock, and she pointed at the cum on her body and beckoned. When I didn't move, she stopped sucking for a moment and said, "Lexi, thank you. I'm so glad you helped us. Please, you've earned a taste."

I wish she'd meant of her beautiful snatch, but I had to make do with licking cum off her hot teen body. She really is hot in all senses of the word; she was still piping hot on my tongue minutes after she finished with sex. I managed to surreptitiously get a taste of one of her breasts as I licked her, but the rest will have to wait, because I don't think she's quite ready to switch-hit.

There wasn't a lot of talking after that. Sveta went to the bathroom and James and I tried to discuss things but really couldn't. So we're sort of in the same situation, only now it's completely different (wow, coherent, that). Sveta came down again and kissed James and then actually kissed me (I felt her hot little body pressed against mine, but it was just on the cheek) and said she was so happy. She really looked it. She put her clothes back on and James did too, and they walked out together. I hope he offered to drive her home or something.

As for me, I got out a nice big dil and stuck it in my ass and was just about to go do something else when James showed up again. Either he took her home and came back, or he made her go home by herself. For his sake, I hope it was the former. He just kissed me, very masculine, very forceful, and pulled the dildo out of my ass and bent me over the arm of the couch while he undressed quickly, then buggered me like he hadn't done anything else that day. I came twice, he came up my butt, and then he left without saying a word.

Damn.