I stood there naked. I had been awoken early, manscaped by a female healer, fucked like a cowboy and feasted on one the tastiest pussies that I have ever encountered. Betty was probably ten or fifteen years older than me and experienced in the ways of healing and sex. Time with Betty was a spiritual experience and now she had left me standing naked in my living room with our juices drying on my dick.
What a way to start the day. It seemed as though we had sexed it up for days but when I looked at the clock I was surprised to see that it wasn't noon yet. I was hungry. Sex fluids must not have many calories. The pot of coffee that I had started earlier was going cold so I microwaved a cup until it was steaming and then tossed in a breakfast burrito. While the burrito was cooking I washed the dried cum off my cock. I was eating my burrito and savoring the coffee when I heard my phone ringing in the bedroom where I had left it on the nightstand.
I was surprised to see that it was Betty. We exchanged greetings and she asked, "Can you come over and give Kate and her friend a ride home? They all came here together and I need to treat Tammy." Tammy had a close encounter with poison ivy.
"I can do that. Just let me get dressed and I'll be over," I answered. I would do anything for her.
I hurried over to Betty's and saw Kate and her friend waiting in driveway. Kate's friend was a tall black girl, actually more like milk chocolate. They both wore cutoff jean shorts and white t-shirts with a small Girl Scout logo over the left breast and small backpacks on their backs. They both loaded into the back seat, disappointing me a little. They were giggling as they told me that Tammy was naked and about to get in a tub full of oatmeal.
"C'mon, you mean an oatmeal bath, right?," I asked, imagining Tammy's naked body in a big bowl of oatmeal. I tried to make eye contact with Kate in the rear view mirror and asked for directions to her house.
"Let's go to your house first Mr. Smith. Michelle needs a big favor." Kate said and both girls were quiet.
"Michelle, hi, I'm Ken," I said as I adjusted my mirror to get a look at Michelle.
Kate chimed in as Michelle said hi, "This is an educational favor, Mr. Smith. Serious business. It won't take long."
I finally caught her eyes in the mirror and could see that she was earnest. I headed home. We went inside and the girls stowed their backpacks on the floor near the sofa.
"Why don't you tell me about yourself, Michelle," I invited as I sat in a stuffed chair and indicated the girls could sit on the sofa. I was leery. Michelle was tall, the color of the hollow milk chocolate Easter bunnies that I would bite the ears off when I was a kid. I could tell she wore no bra and her little boobies barely lifted the shirt off her chest. I couldn't tell where her nipples were. Her face was cute, with a pert button nose, full lips and deep brown eyes, darker than her skin. She sported a short tight afro that framed the top of her oval face. Kate was talking, but I waved her down and looked expectantly at Michelle.
"I'm not a Foxbriar student, Mr. Smith, but I am a local girl. My daddy's a preacher and my mom cooks at the high school. Um, I'm an only child and my parents are pretty strict. I'm not allowed much of a social life and Kate knows so much about stuff."
Kate stuck to the mission, "Mr. Smith, I'd like to show Michelle your penis and show her how it works."
Michelle turned away and I could see her ears and neck redden. "That's right to the point, Kate, but I'm not sure that's a good idea. Michelle looks like she's sixteen and I'd rather not go to jail."
"I'm nineteen!," exclaimed Michelle, looking back at me and I could see the truth in her eyes, mixed with her continued embarrassment. Kate jumped back in, "No, Mr. Smith, there will be no fucking today. If all goes well, you may get a handjob and a special dessert." I was thinking it might be hard to settle for a handjob after showing my cock to these two but having already had some great sex today decided to lay down some rules of my own.
"I'll need to see Michelle's ID and you must promise not to tell anybody. That includes Tammy."
"Deal!," the girls said as Michelle dug her ID out her backpack. Sure enough, she was nineteen. I listened to their solemn promises of secrecy and took off my shirt. I stood and began to lower my shorts but Kate said, "Wait, come closer, stand in front of Michelle. 'Go ahead, Michelle," encouraged Kate as I stepped over to the sofa. Kate said Michelle wanted to feel my nipples. Michelle squeezed my nipples, rolling them between her thumbs and forefinger to the point where it hurt. "Your nipples are sharp, Mr. Smith," she said, "Mine are flat and boring." Kate said not to worry and told me to go slow and unveil my penis so I inched my shorts slowly downward until pubic hair was beginning to show. "See," said Kate, "his pubic hair looks just like ours." It wasn't hard for me to imagine these two girls comparing pussies. I continued to lower my shorts until I had exposed the newly shaven strip of skin just above the base of my cock.
"Mr. Smith! You've been groomed! Was it Betty? I bet it was Betty," Kate said with amusement and excitement. "I can't wait to see everything! Keep going." I smiled at her and then looked at Michelle who was looking directly at the top of my shorts. I pulled them a little lower, exposing the base of my flaccid shaft. I had no trouble staying limp as the girls still had all their clothes on and I had put my mind into teaching mode. "That's the base of my shaft," I told them as if they didn't know that.
