I kissed them again to still their objections.
“You surely do know how to kiss,” Euphremia sighed. (How about that, Murray?)
“Y’all surely do know how to kiss real sweet an’ friendly,” Terry granted.
I played with their nipples through their clothing. (Seduction Step Number Two, courtesy of Murray Wiener.) Then I slipped my hand inside Euphremia’s bra and Terry’s dress and fondled their hot, bare nipples. (Step Three.) There wasn’t much in the way of breast around Euphremia’s, as I recall, but Terry’s soft-but-firm mammaries more than made up for my earlier deprivation.
“Ohh!” Euphremia moaned. “I get so excited when a boy touches me naked there!” (Aha! She’d been touched there before! Her “reputation” was deserved! . . . See, Stephanie!)
“Playing with my naked nipples surely does make me squirm,” Terry conceded. (A small, but significant sign of nymphomania reviving.)
I leaned over the stick-shift, bent my head and took their long, quivering nipples in my mouth. (Step Four.) My chin sank into the rhythmically rising and falling pillows of Terry’s breasts and bumped against Euphremia’s rib-cage. I used my lips and I used my tongue and I sucked. (Step Five a, b, and c.)
Euphremia gasped and dug her nails into the back of my neck. Terry gasped and dug her nails into the back of my neck. Euphremia began to pant noticeably. Terry began to pant noticeably. Euphremia squirmed and I could see the outline of her legs separating under her skirt. Terry, ditto.
I slipped my hand under the hems of their skirts. (Step Number Six. “Timing is crucial,” Murray Wiener—the Alex Comfort of my heretofore sexually joyless teen years—had advised.) I kept sucking their nipples as I established beachheads just above the knees.
“I don’t do anything below the waist!” (Aw, come on, Euphremia, what about your “reputation”?)
“Y’all are movin’ into mighty dangerous territory for someone wants to just be my friend!”
(“Step Six is usually where they try to stop you,” Murray had warned. “The trick is not to let it throw you. They have to say it, but they don’t really mean it. Just keep right on going and don’t worry about it.” I worried about it. “Suppose they yell ‘Rape!’ “ When I worry, I worry good. “No sweat. You’re underage.” Wow! The things Murray had learned in college!)
I continued to suck nipples and grope thighs. Euphremia’s pudgy ones and Terry’s sleek, long, shapely ones were equally hot and trembly under my fingers. Each time I ran my tongue over their nipples, Euphremia’s baby fat squeezed together and twin muscles jumped under Terry’s flesh.
From under eyelids drooping with passion, both girls noticed the bulge distorting my pants and smiled that secret smile that women smile when acknowledging their power to narrow the male down to the demands of his erection. “It really isn’t right for me to get you so aroused,” Euphremia apologized. “A boy I know told me you can hurt yourself like that because I won’t let you—you know.” Terry was similarly sympathetic. “Y’all are goin’ to have a terrible case of blue balls an’ it’ll be all my fault,” she said sorrowfully.
I forgave both of them, kept right on licking, kissing and sucking nipples, and inched higher until I felt panty material—loose and surprisingly lacy in Euphremia’s case, snug cotton bikini for Terry. My hard-on throbbed and jerked inside my pants. I had to restrain myself to keep from biting down on the straining nipples in my mouth, I was so inflamed.
Euphremia’s panties felt damp and slippery. Terry’s panties were warm and wet and sucked in tight against the swollen, open lips of her pussy. I pushed the tip of my middle finger against them rhythmically. (Step Seven.)
(“Even through the panty material, you should go for the clitty,” Murray Wiener recommended.
“What’s the clitty?” How are you going to learn if you don’t ask questions?
“You’ll know it when you feel it.”)
Murray had been wrong. I didn’t know it when I felt it with Euphremia. As a matter of fact, to this day I’ve never actually been sure if I did feel it. I was a lot older and more experienced with Terry, of course. Besides, her clitty was sticking right out there like a miniature hard-on. I rubbed it through her panties.
I pushed the panties aside. I dipped my middle finger in the wells. I moved it in and out according to the dictates of Step Eight.
“I shouldn’t be letting you do this,” Euphremia panted.
“This here is a bad mistake!” Terry gasped. My answer was the same to both of them. I took their hand and wrapped it around the throbbing cock tenting my pants. Both of them made a fist and began moving it.
I pulled their panties down, dropped my head between pudgy thighs and sleek thighs and kissed their pussies. (“You won’t be able to stop them from fucking once you do that,” Murray had assured me...another of the astounding things learned in college!)
“Omigod! No boy ever did that to me before!” Euphremia’s pussy squirmed under my tongue. (Her “reputation” had evidently not filled all the gaps in her experience.)
“Lick it, Steve! Kiss it! Suck it!” Terry was bouncing up and down on her beautiful ass, snapping at my tongue with the lips of her quim.
I undid my belt. I unzipped my fly. I pushed down my underwear and my pants. I wrapped their fists around my naked cock. And all the time I kept on eating their pussies, a maneuver which stilled my doubts they might have had about my unsheathing my outrageously elongated manhood.
The floor shift made matters a little tricky but, adolescent and man, I always was innovative. I slid to the floor on the passenger side of the gearbox and balanced on my hands. This way the top of my head was on the seat and my mouth was able to resume feasting on the quims. Also—and crucial at this point (although in truth Murray Wiener had never mentioned it)——my stiff cock stuck out exactly at lip level and probed demandingly.
“I never sucked a boy upside-down before!” That made two firsts for me with Euphremia.
“Mmm-mmm! There is nothin’ as dee-licious as steamin’ hard pecker!”
Euphremia’s fleshy thighs had locked around my ears, shutting out all sound. I widened the entrance to her cunt with my tongue and kissed the sensitive pink flesh deep inside it. The inside of her pussy was tight and ridged and it moved up and down grindingly as I frigged it with my tongue. Her own tongue was lapping at my balls, making hungry, wet, smacking noises. Then her lips were around the head of my cock and her sandpaper tongue was licking up the early drops of jizzum leaking there. Finally she opened her adolescent mouth wide and sucked my thrashing cock deep down her throat. She sucked and swallowed greedily. We sucked in unison.
The muscles of Terry’s inner thighs flexed and unflexed over my ears, creating an effect like holding a seashell near, then far away, and then near to one’s ear. I was riding her clitty with my tongue now, and this so excited her that she had reached under her with one hand and had spread the cheeks of her beautifully molded bottom in order to play up her own anus. She had wonderful control of the muscles inside her cunt, and they rippled over my tongue, squeezing it as I licked her. She bent her head between my legs and licked the cleft of my behind and the underside of my balls. She sucked first one of the balls and then the other into her mouth and probed each with her tongue. Finally she licked the length of the shaft of my quivering pecker and kissed the tip, probing the hole there with her tongue-tip. She took the prick deep down her throat and squeezed it in unison with her pussy muscles squeezing my tongue.
Euphremia was sopping with honey in a way I hadn’t known girls did. Terry was squeezing out her joy in thick, perfumed, oily little spurts. My balls were filling with jizzum. My mouth-immersed cock was straining and ready. It was tempting as hell to let go down those hungry throats, but neither then, nor now, was I about to let good old Murray Wiener down. Besides, the blood was rushing to my head. It was time for Step Nine.