Karen starts and stops several times and then finally tells me, "Jack, Debbie is about to get married to some guy on the East coast. The marriage is a financial necessity for Debbie and there's a lot on the line. Unfortunately, Debbie's only real sexual experience is with girls."

I find myself in a state of disbelief over what Karen must be telling me. If Debbie needs some male experience and Karen wants to repay her debt to Debbie, Karen is suggesting that I fuck Debbie to prepare Debbie for her East coast fiancee. Now, I have told you of my feelings for Karen. However there's this one phrase I have never really understood regarding girls. The phrase is, 'too much pussy.'

I again look Karen in the eyes and tell her, "I'll do what you want, but only if it's what you really want and only if you help."

Karen gets up and walks back and forth for what must have been several minutes. She starts to say something and then changes her thought in the middle of a word. She finally turns to me crying and says "Wha???"

"I want Karen and not some East coast Debbie. If Karen has to help Debbie, then I have to help Debbie. But the two of us will help Debbie, because I don't want you wondering what happened between Debbie and me, after Debbie leaves, once and for all time."

Karen finally grabs me by the hand and leads me into her bedroom. We both strip and have the first really extended sex session we have ever had. Karen and I had fucked before, but it was always a sort of fuck and out the door type thing, scarcely more than the type of thing two 18-year-olds might have done in the back seat of a car.

It's a long, slow fuck.

Karen is excited and well lubed.

I'm also excited, but I take my time. I get deep into Karen and then go deeper with each thrust. My thrusts are slow and deliberate to let us both realize maximum pleasure. As we continue, I feel Karen using her internal muscles to try to help. I get the idea that she's not too experienced but that she's willing to learn to increase the pleasure. A couple of times I feel myself start up the hill to climax, but manage to avoid going over the cliff. The pleasure is incredible and there's just Karen and I, nobody else even matters. After some time, I began to detect signs that Karen is getting close to climax. She had begun to make noises deep down in her throat that tell me that she's getting to the point where she wants it as deep and hard as I can give it to her. I use a few more deep, hard strokes and Karen screams a little scream of passion as she goes into climax. Karen also draws me into a shattering climax and I then pump what must be a pint of cum into her.

Through that night, we develop a plan to deal with Debbie's problem.

Debbie will fly into Orange County airport, up to the North of San Diego. I'll pick Debbie up and then drive her down to Karen's place, in La Jolla. No one will know where we are, except Debbie, Karen and me. Then we'll fuck Debbie until Debbie has enough experience to satisfy what she need to hook her East coast boy.

* * *

Debbie flies into Orange County airport on Valentines Day, as per plan. I have driven up to the airport. I'm waiting, with a cardboard sign that says, 'Zelda,' just in case someone might recognize Debbie, by the name. Debbie looks like the photos that Karen has of her and I greet her. We wait for two giant suitcases to arrive on the carrousel. (Debbie didn't leave home, she brought it with her. I don't say anything about it to her.) The airport pickup goes smoothly and I carry Debbie's two suitcase out to my car. I then drive Debbie down to San Diego. The drive is mostly down the I-5 freeway and there's not all that much traffic.

I try to make a little conversation, but Debbie doesn't want to talk. (I then realize that Debbie knows that I, a man unknown to her, will be fucking her several times over the next few days. If Debbie gets to know me, then what we do is a personal experience. Debbie obviously wants just a hired cock.)

After a bit more than an hour's drive, I exit the freeway and arrive at Karen's garage with Debbie, suitcases, flowers and candy.

When Debbie arrives, the girls embrace, but it doesn't seem too real. They then go off into Karen's bedroom for a little pussy conference. It takes a while and there's nothing on TV (what else is new?)

The girls finally emerge from the bedroom and Debbie is a bit defiant. She asks me, "Jack, just what in the hell do you think is going to happen.?"

I sigh, "Debbie, you came here, because you need to know about men. Now you're trying to run a situation that only a man can run. Does your attitude make any sense at all?"

Debbie actually reels back in shock.

I then take advantage of Debbie's shock and tell her, "If you want my help, you'll go back into the bedroom and come out again, in the nude."

Both girls seem on the verge of saying something, but they then retreat back into the bedroom, without another word.

I get myself a drink and wait.

Debbie comes back out of the bedroom, butt naked this time.

Karen is also butt naked, kind of hiding behind Debbie and peering around her.

I lecture, "I said nude, not butt naked. Karen, you and your little friend can just find yourselves some see-through stuff that will fire me up for what we're about to do."

The girls retreat back into the bedroom, then they both come out in see-through nighties and pose for me.

I make Karen come over and sit with me, on a towel that I have placed on the couch. I then have Debbie strut over in front of us. I ask Karen, "Do you think that Debbie's tits are real?"

Debbie pipes up, "They damn well are real, just as they look."

"How can I be sure that they're real if I don't feel then to make sure?"

Debbie struts over and thrusts her tits out saying, "Feel all you damn well like, horn dog!"

I begin to do just that. I then ask Karen for her opinion and Karen timidly slides over and begins to feel. I then asked, "Well, Karen, are Debbie's tits real?"

Karen says, "Yes, Debbie's tits are real. I'm an expert, since I have tits myself."

I then asked Debbie, "How am I going to evaluate your pussy with all the clothes in the way?"

Debbie is wearing a tiny triangle of see-through pantie material to cover her wet pussy. Debbie gulps and says, "I'm so hot and wet, fuck me now!"

I order, "First the pussy examination."

A heavy breathing Debbie manages to clumsily peel off the tiny panties and then comes over for my examination.

I feel the lips outside of her pussy and then slowly slide my two fingers inside her pussy.

Debbie is so dripping hot that it feels like I'm dunking my fingers in warm motor oil.

I then turn and tell Karen, "Debbie is ready, let's go show her how a man does it."

Debbie gapes at us in disbelief. Her expression is clear: "The two of you?"

I get up grab the girl and then march Debbie into Karen's bedroom. I order Debbie to lie on the bed. I also get on the bed and then put Debbie's legs over my shoulders. I want complete control as I fuck Debbie. I slide my throbbing cock deep into Debbie's pussy. I direct Karen to Debbie's near tit. I then tell Debbie, "You're not to just lie there like dead meat, move your tight little ass as I stroke into you!"

Debbie starts to do a little wiggle. The effort of the wiggle keeps her occupied and takes her mind off climaxing right now.

I continue to stroke hard and deep.

Debbie gets involved with the fuck and forgets to wiggle.

I tell Debbie, "Start wiggling again. You're to be a participant, not a victim."

Debbie does the best she can but she's not really used to the action of a man stroking his cock inside her. In a flash, Debbie climaxes with me fucking her pussy and Karen lapping her tit.

I don't let up and tell Debbie, "Your first game here is going to be a doubleheader."

Debbie tries to thrust back against my hammering fuck, but she's tired and disoriented. Then suddenly Debbie tries to say something, but she's in the middle of her second climax. She doesn't have the urgency that Karen had displayed during our first big fuck and I think that I know what's happening. The fucking and the licking bring Debbie to multiple climaxes. Each stroke brings a new climax. I actually have to will myself to come because the message just isn't really getting from Debbie to me. Afterward, I withdraw from Debbie and dismount.

Karen and I then leave and let an exhausted Debbie sleep.

Karen and I go out into the living room and talk.

After a time, a towel wrapped Debbie comes out of the bedroom to retrieve her tiny see-through panties.

I tell her that she's to come back with only the see-through top on.

A shocked Debbie then retreats back into the bedroom. When Debbie comes back to the living room, she's dressed as ordered.