My Arrangement with Norma

Teen Norma's religious beliefs prevent her from engaging in premarital sex. Thus, she decides to allow her boyfriend Harold to screw her slutty school chum.

Part One

My father’s genetic influence on me cannot be understated. I liked girls from a young age. Dad apparently loved girls from a young age and outdid me. When I first got myself a girlfriend at age seven, I was proud of myself, but my mother thought it was unusual for a boy my age to take any sort of romantic interest in the opposite sex and told me so. Dad quickly intervened in the discussion, telling Mom, “Carol, by the time I was nine years old, I had romanced half the girls in the fourth grade…and I’d seen a good number of them in their birthday suits, too!” I was totally impressed by Dad’s admission!

Be that as it may, I, Harold Cassidy, had liked girls for as long as I could remember—the prettier they were, the more highly I thought of them. Since I grew up in the 1960s, there was no shortage of female beauties of all ages on TV shows for me to admire, so I had an ample fix of eye candy just by turning on the set every single day. This, of course, was wonderful. My aforementioned first girlfriend was Norma Jeffries, who had been in my class since kindergarten. She was a black-haired cutie with dimples and a perpetual smile. I spent a lot of time gawking at her that year. When she noticed my stares and smiled back at me, I became even more fixated on her. By the end of the first grade, when we were both seven years old, I mustered enough courage during one recess to tell her, “Norma, if you ever want someone to be your boyfriend, I’d love to be him, because I think you are a very beautiful girl—almost as pretty as the girls I see on TV.”

“Sure, Harold!” Norma replied excitedly. “I like you too. You are a very handsome and kissable boy.” She proved her point by planting a kiss on my left cheek. I returned the favor. We held hands the rest of the recess and we walked home together similarly linked. I had to detour three blocks off the normal route I took home, but it was worth it. Later that night I announced to my parents that Norma Jeffries was my girlfriend and the love of my life. (I was hyper-dramatic as a kid.) That was the same night that Dad unabashedly informed me (and Mom) that he had been an elementary school Casanova.

The next day at school, Norma and I volunteered to get some art supplies for our teacher, Mrs. Connolly. That errand required us to walk down a long hallway to a distant supply closet at the other end of our elementary school. Norma and I both had the same naughty idea: Instead of walking at a slow gait, we basically sprinted there and spent about five minutes romantically kissing each other in the privacy of the closet before collecting the items that Mrs. Connolly requested. I told her, “Someday we’re going to have a zillion beautiful babies together.” Norma laughed at my hyperbole and said that was plainly impossible. Then we speedily hustled back to class. From that point onward, we volunteered to run errands together every chance we had.

Part Two

Norma and I remained a couple for years. Unlike my horny father and his preteen conquests, I never got past the hugging and kissing stage with Norma during our elementary school days. Once, when we were both nine years old, Norma invited me to her house for a Saturday afternoon swim on a hot June day. Her family had a private pool in their backyard, which was quite uncommon at the time. I changed into my swim trunks in her brother’s bedroom. When I saw Norma emerge from her room in a bright pink bikini, I gasped with delight. She had no womanly figure whatsoever, but I had never seen Norma expose so much skin to me before.

“Like it?” she asked me unnecessarily.

“No, I love it!” I said enthusiastically. I then whispered into her ear. “I’d prefer to see you with no bikini at all, Norma.” I was sincerely hoping she might comply, even for just a moment or two. Alas, she declined my lusty request.

“I can’t do that, Harold,” she said sternly. “That would be sinful behavior.”

I learned that day that the Jeffries family was an avid churchgoing bunch. Both my parents were agnostics, so neither I nor my little sister Irene had ever set foot in a church during our entire lives. In fact, I had to ask my parents what it meant to be “sinful” because the term was basically new to me. That did not mean my parents had no moral boundaries. I found that out later that day when I explained the circumstances that prompted Norma to label my request “sinful”. When I told Mom that I had hopefully asked Norma to remove her bikini, she promptly gave me a swat on my behind and a long list of extra chores to do for the next week. “Keep your pants on, Harold. You’re only nine years old!” she reminded me. Dad worked hard to suppress a laugh, but failed. He later slipped me a couple of dollars without Mom knowing it for doing those additional tasks without squawking about them.

By the time I was 12 I was under attack by puberty. I had been smitten by females since early childhood, but now I was totally obsessed with them. Norma was still the love of my life—I had even accompanied her to church a couple of times just to experience a religious service for myself. Puberty had, of course, found Norma, too. She was not the bustiest girl in the sixth grade, but she wasn’t exactly flat-chested, either. She ranked somewhere in the middle of the pack. Therefore, our hugs had become more fun for me. A couple of times when my hands started to explore parts of Norma that were supposedly off limits, she reminded me that she was religiously committed to chastity before marriage, but “when we walk down the aisle together that goes completely out the window.” That was nice to know, but I wanted some sexual action in the present day—not sometime far off in the future.

Enter Vanessa Daniels, a girl of loose morals. An average looking lass with dirty-blonde tresses, she moved into my city and enrolled in my school when Norma and I were in the fourth grade. Somehow, Vanessa and Norma became best buddies despite having vastly different backgrounds and outlooks on life. Vanessa had acquired the reputation of being “an easy lay” as early as the fifth grade. She had two older sisters. The one who was in high school had the same reputation for sluttiness as Vanessa did. So did her sister in middle school! Vanessa’s mother also dressed rather provocatively in public, so the Daniels girls came by their behavior honestly.

As early as the fifth grade, Vanessa brazenly informed Norma that she envied her because she had a “luscious boyfriend”. That was an interesting adjective—and it was quite a compliment to me. During that same academic year, Vanessa had told me privately that it was “a crying shame that Norma wouldn’t put out” for me because she surely would if she had the chance! I certainly made a mental note of that comment for future use. I need not have bothered. Vanessa told me this just about every time she encountered me when Norma was not present to hear it.

One day when Norma and I were both 14 and engaging in our normal limited cuddling, I asked her for the hundredth time if we could take the next logical step in our relationship. For the hundredth time, Norma rebuffed me. She began to explain her objection, but after seven years it was so familiar that I knew it by heart.

“Yeah, I get it,” I told her. “It’s sinful behavior to have a sexual relationship before marriage.”

“Thanks for your understanding, Harold, I really do appreciate it,” she replied.

Out of frustration, I noted, “Norma, a certain friend of yours told me she’d let me screw her if she were in your shoes.”

“Gee, I wonder which one of my friends said that?” Norma answered sarcastically. “I suppose you’re tempted to take Vanessa up on her offer. Am I right, Harold?”

“Hey, I love you dearly, but a normal, healthy fellow can only take so much temptation, Norma,” was the best response I could come up with.

I expected Norma to be angry about what I’d just said without thinking. She surprised me by becoming pensive instead. After more than a few seconds of awkward silence, Norma stated, “Maybe we can work something out.”

That shocked me. “Work something out? How can we do that, Norma?” I asked. I had no idea whatsoever about where she was heading with this discussion.

“Well,” Norma began, “here’s a thought: As long as you keep romancing me the loving way you’ve been doing it since we were seven years old, I don’t mind you having a purely sexual romp with Vanessa once in a while for your personal gratification. You obviously desire sex, Harold. I can’t and won’t comply to that until we’re married. To be reasonable about this, I’ll allow you to have sex with Vanessa. Knowing her as I do, I’m sure she’d agree to this arrangement.”

At first, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing—but I was certainly all in favor of it. When I ascertained that I had heard Norma correctly, I immediately phoned Vanessa—Norma gave me her number—to make a date for screwing. As Norma had predicted, Vanessa was happy to comply. She was quite eager, too. Later that same day, we agreed to meet at a nearby public park where there were plenty of secluded areas for two horny people to engage in carnal activities. I got there 20 minutes early. I had never had full sexual intercourse before—and I was ready to change that sad fact as soon as possible.

The time we agreed upon was just before sunset, so the park was virtually empty of other visitors. When Vanessa arrived, I greeted her with a kiss. As I recall it was the only kiss we shared. We were both more interested in other types of physical stimulation. We moved to a playground area in a distant corner. It was perfect as it could not be viewed from a distance as it was oddly located at the bottom of a steep incline.

Vanessa seemed to be in a hurry to begin. She removed her shorts and panties first. For some reason, that surprised me. Was that normal? Because of my sexual inexperience, I really didn’t know. Whatever the case, the moment I saw her hairy vagina, I acted upon it. I spun Vanessa around so she was facing a climbing apparatus. She leaned forward slightly and placed her hands on one of the metal bars. I dropped my pants and briefs…and quickly drove my stiff penis into her inviting female crevice. It wasn’t subtle or romantic at all, but did it ever feel good!

“You get right down to business, don’t you Harold?” Vanessa exclaimed. I couldn’t tell if she was angry with me or not. I assumed she wasn’t.

For a moment, I apologized insincerely for my lack of courtship technique. About two seconds later, however, I began ramming Vanessa’s pussy with great gusto. She wasn’t tight—not that I knew what a tight vagina was supposed to feel like. I imagined Norma’s pussy would be a little more on the snug side to fuck when that day finally came.

Vanessa possessed a very nice set of breasts—bigger than Norma’s—so I let my hands wander to them occasionally. I placed my hands under her plain blue t-shirt and the cups of her brassiere to fondle them. I had never gotten this far with Norma in all the years we had been a couple. Vanessa’s nipples became aroused fairly quickly—which in turn made me even hornier. I decided I needed fellatio—and I wasn’t shy about asking for it.

“I’d like a blowjob, Vanessa. Can you do that for me, please?” I said that quite calmly, in the same type of controlled voice I would use to ask somebody to lend me a pencil or open a door for me.

Vanessa had no qualms about it and quickly agreed. She instructed me, “Pull out of my pussy Harold, and let me at your dick. I’ve wanted to suck on it for years.” That was certainly nice information to know, so I did what I was told!

Vanessa turned around and kneeled before me on the thick grass. I was not surprised at all when Vanessa showed she was experienced in performing this specific sex act. Her tugs, licks, sucks and general handing of my penis were fabulous. I basically began fucking her mouth, placing my hands on the back of her head as I drove my phallus in an out of her. I was fully aroused now, as any male would be under the circumstances. An ejaculation was imminent—and Vanessa knew it.

“Are you going to come in my mouth, Harold?” she asked after I removed my rod.

“No, I want to come on your face, Vanessa! I think that would be extremely sexy.” I had barely gotten the words out of my mouth when I felt my orgasm rising. I aimed my dick at Vanessa’s nose and fired away. What an ejaculation it was! Spurt after spurt of thick white, warm cum splattered on her face. It went inside her nose, her mouth, her ears, onto her and eyes and hair. Every millimeter of space from Vanessa’s forehead to her chin became saturated in my goo. The intense feeling that overwhelmed my body was truly wonderful. I moaned with delight.

“Oh my god!” I declared with joy when my penis finally ceased its firing. “That was absolutely unbelievable! That had to be the greatest cum shot of my entire life!”

Vanessa remained in a kneeling position with cum dripping off her face. She said, “Yeah, that was impressive, Harold. It’s definitely in the top five cum shots I’ve taken.” That comment was meant to be a compliment, but it deflated my ego instead. I envied the four anonymous guys who had superior ejaculations! I definitely wanted to be them! It also occurred to me that Vanessa had undeniably led an interesting life. Luckily, Vanessa had brought along a few pocket packages of tissues for cleanup. This was clearly not her first rodeo.

That night Norma, apparently overcome by curiosity, telephoned me to find out how my sexy romp with the infamous Vanessa had gone. I decided to be completely honest with her. I basically raved that fucking Vanessa was the highlight of my young life so far. I was eager to recall to Norma every minute detail of my carnal encounter because I was bursting with happiness—and I had to share it with somebody. I concluded my vivid description with, “You should have seen Vanessa’s face covered with those huge gobs of my sperm, Norma. What a terrific sight it was! It was utterly fantastic! I only wish it had been you there in the park instead of Vanessa. That would have made it even better.”

There was a moment of silence before Norma replied without any emotion, “When we eventually have sex, Harold, you’ll be coming in my vagina. Remember what you said at age seven about making zillions of beautiful babies. You know that can’t happen by ejaculating on my face instead of where it counts.”

Part Three

To my delight, Norma encouraged me to keep romancing her while still occasionally getting together with her longtime school chum for meaningless, recreational sex. That plan seemed to work out for everybody. Norma insisted that our kissing, hugging and groping sessions were more intensely romantic than they had ever been, while Vanessa enjoyed receiving my hard dick on a regular basis. (I was only too happy to provide it.) One memorable afternoon after school had been dismissed for the day, Vanessa and I lingered around until the custodian had finished cleaning the kindergarten classroom. He left it unlocked, so we went inside. There were plenty of places where we could not be seen by passersby through any windows. When we were sure we couldn’t be observed, we proceeded to fuck vigorously for more than an hour. Vanessa brought me to three ejaculations—which was definitely a first for me. All of them were substantial cum shots, too. Until that afternoon, I thought such a triple sexual feat was biologically impossible. My testicles ached badly afterward, but the pain was a small price to pay for such intense and fabulous screwing. I wondered if my father had ever achieved anything similar in his younger days. My first cum shot was so powerful that when I pulled out of Vanesa’s pussy, my jism flew about four feet and struck a wall where some kids’ drawings and paintings were mounted. A few got splashed by my bodily fluids. To this day those artists probably wonder what the heck had soiled their masterpieces.

This odd arrangement I had with Norma and Vanessa went on for four years. I loved it, of course. Finally, at age 18, Norma informed me during a telephone call one memorable day that she had changed her mind about premarital chastity. My virginal sweetheart finally wanted to experience the joys of sex for herself. I was thrilled, of course, with this important turning point in our special relationship. I told her with a chuckle, “Norma, my love, I can’t wait to finally give you what I’ve been giving your friend for all this time. Hey, you can turn the tables now and tell Vanessa all about your romps with me, detail by detail.”

Norma then gave me the surprise of my life. “I won’t have to do that, Harold,” she noted coyly. “Vanessa will already be there! She and I were talking about an idea I had earlier today. Vanessa insists that sexual threesomes are always fun. It sounds like they are, so I believe her. I figure if the three of us get together sometime soon for that purpose, it would be an absolutely great way for me to learn about sex from the two of you at the same time. What do you say to that idea, Harold? Are you onboard with it?”

What a question! I said yes without the slightest hesitation.