sexual experience, he had worn condoms so rarely in his life that he hardly even knew how to put them on. He hoped, as he tore open the package, that he did it right so Mr. Turner didn’t come over to put it on for him. He pulled the small piece of latex from the red package and began to feel skeptical himself. He had a feeling he was going to tear it. He did not want to waste it. If he did, he wouldn’t get to make love with Casey. He looked at the young, curious girl and he had an idea.
“I want to show you how to put it on,” he said, holding it out for her. She took it in her fingers.
“What do I do?” she said.
“Put it on the end of my ... my thing.”
She reached out and daintily placed the condom ring over the tip of the purplish head. The diameter of the condom appeared to be much smaller then the diameter of his cock. Scott smiled at her and turned it over.
“I think it rolls down this way,” he said. Casey smiled and covered her mouth with her hand to hide her embarrassment. “Hold the tip like this,” Scott said, pinching the reservoir end in his fingers. She did it just like him. “Pinch a little more,” he said. It was going to be a tight fit and he wanted to make sure there was going to be enough room for all the cum he was going to fill the rubber with. Between Casey and her father working over his cock, he had built up enough of a load of sperm to impregnate this girl with triplets if he gave it to her. “Now roll it down.”
Using her fingers, Casey unrolled the condom over the shaft of Scott’s cock. Scott watched it carefully. It looked like it was going to work, although the fit was rather snug. Casey giggled while she did it. Something about doing this while her father was watching was very funny to her. Scott found it funny, too, but more strange than anything else. He tried to imagine what it might have been like if his last girlfriend’s father had been watching the first time she sucked him off. That would have been too weird to describe.
Casey reached the expiration date at the end of the condom and the condom ran out, leaving two or three inches of his cock uncovered.
“How does it feel?” Mr. Turner asked.
“It’s tight,” Scott said. “But it will work.” He had the impression Mr. Turner still would have called the whole thing off if he had any doubts. He had to get this girl away from her father. Next time he did it with her he would make sure they were alone, and he would make sure there was a next time.
Mr. Turner stood up. They both looked up at him.
“Do you want to do it right here?” he said, rubbing his hands together like he was going to take part in the action.
“I’d rather use a bed,” Scott said.
“I have no objection to that,” he said. “You can use our room or Casey’s room, whichever you prefer.”
“We’ll use Casey’s room,” Scott said. He knew it would be far too much for him to do it with the girl in her own parent’s room. He started to get up. “Do you want to watch?”
“Not necessarily,” Mr. Turner said, holding his palms up.
“Good. Which way do we go?” When he was standing, Scott put his penis back into his shorts, being careful not to tear the condom.
“Down the hallway. Last door on the left.”
“Thanks,” Scott said. He took Casey’s hand and pulled her to her feet. Her shirt fell back over her tits. He was extremely turned on. This was going to be a good, if not strange, fuck.
“Dad?” Casey called back to him as Scott dragged her away. “Dad? What’s he going to do?”
“Just relax,” Mr. Turner called to her. “You’ll enjoy it.”
Scott found
Diane Duane & Peter Morwood