Return Of The (Possibly!) Prodigal Son

When I was on the cusp of turning 13 (and starting to cum - prodigiously, I must say - with semen!), my family moved from a Vancouver suburb to the big city itself. It was a pretty fair distance, and I obviously didn’t drive yet, so I didn’t see my old friends as often as I’d like to. At the time we moved, I had a “girlfriend” named Jo; I use quotation marks because we were much too immature and inexperienced to have even really thought about messing around. We enjoyed each other’s company, and I was already a compulsive masturbator who without fail jerked off (dryly) anywhere from two to six times per day. Jo was usually in my mind’s eye as I came, but that was as close as we got.

Then, when I was 17, I had saved enough money to buy my first car (pretty much of a heap of a used Ford Fairlane - had a great sound system, though!). In my Preacher’s Daughter stories, I have related my encounters with Alison who was the epitome of my sexual experiences at the time. She had memorably sucked me off following our grad ceremony and we regularly masturbated in front of each other, but she was getting ready to go to university in the U.S. and didn’t have time for me anymore. That’s how it goes, sometimes.

Anyhow, in the summer that I turned 18, I decided to take my car out to the old stomping grounds and visit some old friends. We were tooling around, having just scored a couple of cases of beer via the agency of an of-age older brother of one of my buddies, when one of them reached from the backseat and poked my shoulder to draw my attention to a young woman who was walking into a hardware store. “Recognize her?”, he asked. I’d not gotten a good look at her so I shook my head. “That’s Jo,” he said (he’d known the two of us way back in the day). “She’s pretty hot now.” I filed the info away, but didn’t think that much of it.

A bunch of us killed off the beer and a few doobies in an isolated wood and people started to drift off for supper and preparing for the night’s adventures. I was driving around and thinking of checking out my old school, when I spotted a female hitchhiking up ahead. It was Jo and I stopped to pick her up. She got in the car and gave me a brief hug when she recognized me, pressing her sweet, small titties against me.

We drove to our old school and checked it out while smoking another joint. I moved in to kiss her, but she pushed me away. “Don’t be mad, but I’m not going to do anything. Me and Don (who I knew) are getting really serious and it wouldn’t be right.” She asked me to drive her home and I did so (admittedly cursing to myself over what seemed to be an unfortunate turn of events). When we got to the house she lived in with her mother (her mom and dad had divorced long ago and her older brother had moved out to another town), she invited me in.

As we walked in, I was confused. I respected her loyalty to Don, but my cock was rock-hard from the memory of the hug and her soft breasts and the invitation into an empty house. She led us into a rec room at the back of the house and turned to face me. Looking at my seriously tented pants, she said, “I think I’m as horny as you are. I’m not going to fuck you or anything like that, but I’m OK with us masturbating together.” I nodded and Jo told me to sit on the couch and that she’d be right back.

As she left the room, I was already stripping naked - I wasn’t going to get cum all over my clothes! I started to teasingly work my cock and I was already leaking lots of pre-cum. Jo came back and she was naked except for a pair of near-transparent, sexily cut panties. She smiled as she watched me stroke slowly and I was gob-smacked at the sight of her tight little body. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her, but her hips and ass were perfect and nicely rounded. Her tits were smooth and shapely, if no more than a B-cup, and her aureoles were very small. They were, however, almost entirely taken up with long, thick nipples that were completely erect. I could see a dense, dark bush through the panties. She cupped her pussy briefly as she went past me.

Jo pulled an armchair over, so that we were close enough to get an excellent view of each other’s masturbation. While I very slowly stroked my throbbing meat, well-slicked with pre-cum (I was pretty close to ejaculating already and didn’t want to cum too soon), she pinched and rolled both of those beautiful nipples at the same time between thumb and forefinger. She soon began to moan softly, her eyes closed, and I had to stop jacking altogether or I’d have exploded.

She slid one hand under the waistband of her panties, and started to run her index finger up and down her labia, meaty enough to be quite visible through her panties and pubes. I had slightly cooled down, so was able to resume a slow, gentle stroke of my cock. Jo then took two fingers and began to work over her clit. She would look at me masturbating for her from time to time, and eventually slid her panties off. Her gorgeous little cunt was open to my eager eyes between her sprawled thighs and it was all I could do to not crawl over to her and try to eat her out.

Jo went into her final cumstrokes and frantically jilled herself with her middle and index fingers. She soon arched her back and humped powerfully against her hand, moaning loudly as she got her orgasm. That was all I could take.

I spread my legs a bit wider to give her the best view I could and pounded my young cock into submission with my right hand, whacking insanely as only teenagers can. It only took a few seconds of this virtual fistfucking before I could feel my cumshot working out from my perineum and balls. I rapidly frictioned my nuts with my other hand and started shooting off for Jo, groaning in pleasure. My first couple of thick, hot spurts shot up two or three feet into the air before gravity drew them to their doom as they splattered on the couch cushions. Then I pumped out the rest of my wet, white cumload all over my chest and stomach. I was a dripping, gooey mess as I more or less collapsed against the back of the couch, milking out every last drop of my jizz.

Jo said huskily, “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seem. Jesus, I came so good!” She got up and grabbed some paper towels from behind the bar, wiped the juices off her hairy pussy, and cleaned my cum off the cushions. She tossed the towel roll to me, grabbed her panties from the floor, and left to get dressed. I wiped up the rest of my cumshot and got dressed myself. A few minutes later, we parted at the door and I reminded her that the rec room floor was still littered with cummy paper.

I never saw Jo again over the next few years when I drove out to visit my friends. She and Don did get married and moved to a northern B.C. mill town where I believe they still reside.