That last one was the oddest one, she lived less than ten miles from College Park. Though, back in those days, that was the easy, convenient excuse us...d by any boy towards any girl who refused to share her charms with the male population. As in, ‘I coulda fucked her, man, but she told me she has a boyfriend at home.’ A loser’s lament, told by one who had a busy post-date self-flagellation session with Mr. Willie Blue Balls. I, too, was on the short end of the stick when it came to taking my own. After they arrived, we all sat down in the den where I spelled out the ground rules. There was to be ‘NO’ actual fucking between any of the guys and gals, only masturbating ourselves and/or mutual masturbation between the sexes. Everyone understood and agreed to this rule.All four girls were satisfied with having me as their partner. Sis and Lynn both thought John was hot, while Melanie and Sandra were happy with Larry. John really had the hots for my sister Jan and was quite satisfied to also. Even her orgasms were really discrete. When questioned she said it was her sister. Then one night it happened. I was watching another TV went to get a drink ,she was laid back in the recliner phone to her ear PJ top pulled up exposing her breasts, legs draped over both chair arms exposing her pussy. She was using her middle finger to work her clit and easily working three fingers in and out of her drenched cunt. I could tell by her moans she was close to cumming so I stood there quietly. After. "Every guy has measured it. You might as well tell me. I already know it's huge." Somehow it seemed juvenile to admit to measuring myself, even though I had, especially after my first girlfriend's neurotic reaction. I persisted in my denial. "Then I'll just have to do it myself," she announced jumping off the couch. She skipped away and quickly returned with a seamstress' measuring tape. The thought of her handling my cock again, and what that might lead to, outweighed any reservations I felt.
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