Lisa the Game Player (Part #3)

In the final instalment of this trilogy, Lisa and her friend Andrea blissfully share a sexy shower with Lisa's tutor. An extremely good time is had by all!

Introduction:

This is the third story of my “Lisa the Game Player” series—and likely the last one. By the end of this installment, I think the narrative has run its course. In case you haven’t read the first two stories (and you should!), here’s a summary of the important happenings that occurred…

The first story chronicled my adventures as a tutor with a brother and sister about 20 years ago who lived a short walk from my home. The younger of the two, an eighth-grade pupil named Lisa Cashman, was an average-looking 14-year-old girl who had quite the outgoing personality. She was a chatterbox, but an amusing one. On the first night I tutored her, she was fascinated with my collection of old board games. We made a habit of playing one if there was still time left in her tutoring session when we finished her schoolwork. Then Lisa invited herself to my house to play the games whenever the mood struck her—which was often—even on non-tutoring days. During one of those frequent game nights, Lisa casually confessed she sneakily used her father’s password to log into a porn website to watch sex videos. She had several favorite videos that she insisted on showing me! Eventually Lisa proffered the idea that I could teach her about the sexual things from these XXX-rated flicks that she didn’t quite understand. Of course, this led to us having full-blown sexual trysts every time Lisa visited me. We continued to play board games, but the winner got to choose what we’d do afterwards in our passionate fucking sessions.

In the second story, Lisa and I had become inseparable fuck buddies, but I was shocked that she had mentioned our relationship to a classmate named Andrea Watson who didn’t believe she was having regular sex with a 40-year-old man. Lisa, clearly an advocate of “seeing is believing,” brought Andrea to my house one Saturday night for a game of Trouble and to watch Lisa and me “fuck till we drop” (as Lisa put it). I was unaware that Lisa had promised the virginal Andrea she could have a sexual romp with me once she and I had finished our usual carnal business. We did…and it was terrific, so I strongly hinted we ought to start “having fun together”—such as a sensual shower for three.

Here's the third story of this trilogy…

Part One

It had now been three weeks since Andrea’s visit—the Saturday when Lisa’s nerdy, slim, yet very sexy classmate lost her virginity by insisting on having intercourse with me. It happened less than an hour after Lisa had brought me to orgasm with her typical excellence in all things coital. Andrea had not returned again to my home since riding my penis, but Lisa, as usual was spending a Saturday night with me. It was a typical get-together for us: Games followed by some serious fucking. We played Stratego. I won, so it meant I got to “call the shots” for our lovemaking. I generally liked to plan well ahead and come up with some scenario that would make us both horny, but for some reason I hadn’t thought much about it in advance that night.

“So, what’s it going to be tonight, sex buddy?” Lisa asked me as I put the Stratego pieces back into the box. “Are you going to be Aquaman tonight? Maybe a dirty-minded film producer who wants to seduce a young starlet? Perhaps just a randy customer at a Thai brothel? I’m curious to know what tonight’s story you have planned for us.”

After a slight pause, I announced, “Lisa, let’s try this bit of role-playing. I think it might work: I play a 40-year-old private tutor who is sexually turned on by a charming 14-year-old female client whom I want to fuck over and over again until my dick falls off. She likes the idea, too, and we screw for hours on end. Does that sound plausible to you?”

“Nah, no one would believe such a thing!” Lisa replied with a sexy little grin…and then swiftly disrobed.

I removed my clothing too, having to lift my briefs over my erection. I fondled and sucked all the important areas of Lisa’s developing young body before mounting her in the traditional missionary position—and then we went at it passionately. We had become so used to each other—in a good way—that we each instinctively knew when the other was nearing an orgasm. Lisa’s horizontal magic was especially effective that night. She could tell I was about to come and we’d only been screwing for less than 10 minutes. “Uh-oh. Time to pull out, my love—and you know it!” she sweetly whispered. “You know where your cum needs to go—and not go.”

Since Andrea’s lone visit, Lisa had developed a taste for swallowing cum, which, of course, I found to be a very sexy climax to our intense lovemaking sessions. This absolutely stunned me because during our very first night of romance—only about two months earlier—Lisa had deliberately resisted swallowing the little bit of jism that I had launched near her lips. However, Lisa was now so into that fetish that she had even taken a gob of goo that I had spewed onto Andrea’s tummy and put that treat into her mouth! That act left Andrea and I both speechless. Lisa was a girl who was always full of surprises.

Neither Lisa nor I practiced birth control. I hated wearing a condom…and Lisa hated the idea of me wearing a condom! Lisa didn’t use any of the female options to avoid pregnancy, either. Therefore, we had to be careful where I left what Lisa comically referred to as my “ample DNA sample”. This night, as usual, I knew my body well enough to pull out before launch time arrived. I took my throbbing dick and set it onto Lisa’s inviting tongue. I uttered a loud, “Oooh—aah!” as my sizable ejaculation flew into her mouth. Damn, it was a sexy sight! Only a few small trickles of my seed missed their mark and slowly rolled down Lisa’s cheeks to her chin, but she deftly managed to save them with her index and middle fingers. “Down the hatch they go!” she merrily announced as she licked her hand clean. I laughed at her enthusiasm! I sincerely told her that I’d never tire of making love to her.

After that short but intense bit of fucking—I apologized to her for coming so quickly—we sat silently on the couch in each other’s arms. Lisa rubbed my torso lightly and lovingly. I played with her 14-year-old pair of breasts. I noticed their size and commented, “Hey, I think these wonderful things have grown a bit in the past six weeks, Lisa, my dear.”

Lisa confirmed it was true. “Yep, I had to upgrade my bra size just last week. My mom kidded with me, saying that the first boy who feels my tits will really enjoy the experience. She doesn’t have a clue about us! So, do you enjoy them, sex buddy?” she asked.

“What a silly question!” I declared. “I loved the smaller-old version of your sexy breasts, and I also love the new-and-improved type. In fact, I think I’m revived enough to give you a well-deserved titty fuck right now! Okay?”

“That’s absolutely okay, sex buddy. Do your thing with your thing,” Lisa encouraged me. “It certainly beats losing to you at Stratego!”

Three days later, Lisa phoned me to confirm that I was free in the evening. She cheerfully dropped by the house for some game playing and pussy fucking—which was great, as usual. Following our coitus, still gloriously nude, we cuddled in each other’s arms for a long time. It was something we almost always did, and we both enjoyed the loving physical contact immensely. We used the time to talk about plenty of different things from Lisa’s schoolwork to any news about her family life. This night she seemed reluctant to chat, which was most unlike my 14-year-old sweetie. “Got something on your mind, Lisa, my love?” I asked her.

“It’s Andrea Watson,” she stated. “She wants to know when we’re going to have our shower for three. She thinks it will be great fun.” Lisa made the remark without much enthusiasm.

“And you don’t?” I inquired.

“Well, there’s no doubt I’d love to share a shower with you, my adorable sex buddy. That would be awesome,” Lisa said with a tone of seriousness she seldom displayed. “But I don’t know about having another girl in there with me. I’m not a lesbian. The whole lesbian thing creeps me out.”

“To be totally honest,” I began, “it creeps me out, too, Lisa. Undeniably, some people are oddly wired for homosexuality. But to me it’s fairly obvious that human male and female bodies were created to complement each other and to be conjoined. However, who said anything about the shower having to be a lesbian thing? Each of you can focus on me—not one another. This may sound a bit selfish, but I’m going to enjoy having two lovely, young, nubile girls simultaneously soaping and rubbing me. Of course, I’ll do the same to both of you. Geez, I get aroused just thinking about it! I suggest you have a little chat with Andrea at school tomorrow to find out what she expects will happen in the shower. Once we all agree on it and are comfortable with it, we can proceed.”

The next day, immediately after school, Lisa made a surprise visit to my house, completely forgetting that I was tutoring someone else at that time—a high school girl named Carly McCrimmon. Lisa apologized and asked if she could wait in another room for 20 minutes until Carly and I were finished. As soon as Carly walked out the door, Lisa told me about her important conversation with Andrea.

“I was worried about nothing, sex buddy,” she said with clear relief in her voice. “Andrea isn’t a lesbian, either. She hadn’t even thought about any sexual contact between her and me. When I told her why I was concerned, she made a face and said, ‘Yuck! No. I just want to fondle your tutor’s lovely dick while showering. I’ve thought of almost nothing else for weeks.’”

I gave Lisa a deserved hug. “Well, that settles that,” I declared. “Please thank Andrea for the fine compliment. Tell her our shower for three will be this Saturday night. I’ll get the sponges, soap, washcloths and towels ready. Hopefully my 40-year-old heart can stand the excitement.”

“It’s not your heart that you should worry about,” Lisa commented. “It’s a lower part of your anatomy. It will be put to the test, I think.”

“I’ll do my best to please the two of you!” I bragged.

“You haven’t disappointed me yet, sex buddy,” said Lisa with a grin. That kind remarked earned her a hug and a long kiss from me.

Lisa was about to leave when she stopped to ask me a question: “Who is that girl you were tutoring?”

“Her name is Carly McCrimmon,” I answered. “I help her with high school history.”

“She’s quite pretty,” Lisa admitted. “Do you fuck her, too?”

“No, Lisa,” I replied quickly. “I don’t fuck all my students. Just ask your brother.”

“Thank God for that!” Lisa said with a chuckle.

“Anyway,” I said, “even if I wanted to fuck Carly, I don’t think there’s enough room in my shower for four of us!”

Part Two

On Saturday at around 7 p.m., Lisa and Andrea arrived together for another games night that would have very little focus on games. Lisa never really dressed specially for our sessions of fucking—and this evening was no different. She was wearing faded jeans and a University of Michigan sweatshirt that I think had once belonged to her brother. In contrast, Andrea was attired quite nicely. She was wearing a pink blouse and a sexy little skirt that was a slightly darker shade of the same color. She even wore panty hose, which I discovered was a turn-on for me. Andrea had cut her hair recently. Instead of long black tresses it was only shoulder-length now. That change in her appearance disappointed me, but I didn’t say a word about it. Her eyesight hadn’t changed, of course; Andrea was still wearing glasses.

Although I was willing to bypass protocol to get into the shower right away, both girls insisted on playing a game before the carnal delights. We played three hands of Uno, each of us dealing once. Remarkably, we each one a hand, so the card-playing ended inconclusively. “That’s sort of an appropriate result for tonight," I commented. “We have a three-way tie.” Lisa didn’t quite get the joke, but Andrea did. She gave me a fake, sarcastic laugh and playfully swatted my arm.

I put the Uno cards away and then sat down. Nobody moved. There was tension in the air that needed to be broken, so I spoke. “Andrea, Lisa…this will be a new experience not only for you two but for me, too. I’m not counting when I go swimming at the YMCA and a dozen men end up in the communal shower area together.”

“Men shower together at the YMCA?” Lisa asked with a tinge of horrified amazement. “In the women’s change room, there are individual shower cubicles.”

“That’s what I’d heard,” I said. “We’re getting off topic, though. I think this is going to be a great sensual experience for all three of us. Let’s just strip down to our birthday suits, get into a warm, pulsating shower, and do what comes naturally.”

That pep talk seemed to do the trick. We all started to undress. I noticed when Andrea unbuttoned her blouse, she was wearing a training bra. That was a garment of clothing she didn’t have a month ago. I loved it! I had to make a comment. “Andrea!” I said with excitement. “Congratulations, my dear. Your lovely titties must be growing.”

She blushed and said, “Well, a little bit. My buds are starting to show, so my dad insisted I need to wear something that promotes modesty. He said that starting in the sixth grade all the boys stare at the girls’ breasts no matter how big or small they are. I'm two grades beyond that. He doesn’t want my nipples to show.”

“Thinking back to when I was in the sixth grade, I think your dad is absolutely right!” I recalled.

Lisa had to add her two cents’ worth. “Andrea has me beaten in all our school subjects, but I’m well ahead of her in the tit department! Isn’t that right, sex buddy?”

I was slightly aghast at Lisa’s accurate observation, but Andrea just laughed at the undeniable truth she spoke. Therefore, all was well. Soon we were all in the buff. My dick was not quite fully erect, but it was not flaccid either. I was ready for some sexual fun with a pair of horny 14-year-old girls. Life couldn’t be much better.

The shower in my home was the fairly large walk-in type, completely separate from my bathtub, which was what made this night possible. We stood in a line with me in the center—and the girls as far apart from each other as geographically possible. Apparently, they had agreed there was to be no hint of lesbianism between them.

I had five different bottles of scented liquid soap ready for use. They were sitting on the shower shelves. I also had just as many brands of shampoo beside them. Some of them were quite exotic. (I was curious to experience what guava and coconut shampoo smelled like.) I said, “Ladies, be prepared. I’m about to turn on the water. It might take about 15 to 20 seconds to get warm. The shower head can be adjusted to various settings, and it is removable if you want to take it off its cradle—which I’m sure will happen. I know I’ll want to spray my beautiful, sexy girls with warm, soapy water in certain areas. Are you ready, my sweethearts? Here we go!”

Cool water became warm water in a matter of seconds. Because of my anticipation, the water raining down from a shower had never felt so good before. I did nothing to start with, but Andrea (standing on my left) grabbed a sponge and Lisa (on my right) picked up a washcloth. Both girls grabbed bottles of liquid soap, each squeezing some onto my chest and stomach areas. Andrea knew what she wanted and wasted no time. She brought her sponge to my erect dick and gave it a good scrubbing. It was highly erotic. I managed to finger one of Andrea’s emerging little breasts. She giggled at my touch. On my other side, Lisa washed my bum. Somehow, I felt like a newborn baby being bathed by my mother. That, too, was erotic. My penis was now fully erect. I caressed one of Lisa’s bigger breasts with my other hand. We were off to a rip-roaring start!

As it was Andrea’s second sexual encounter, she was more aggressive than she was the previous month. She dropped the sponge to the floor and stroked by penis lovingly with both hands. Then she placed it in her mouth—which drew a contented sigh from me. Meanwhile, I lifted Lisa off her feet and gave her a passionate kiss, interrupted only when I fondled her sexy wet tits with their hard nipples poking at me. I set Lisa down and she washed my back and my torso with gentle strokes of the washcloth.

“Please, girls,” I pleaded, “stop for a minute or I’m going to blow my load. Let me wash you now instead.” Andrea released my dick from her mouth, but she gave the head a playful kiss while giving me a sexy wink. She was certainly enjoying the shower experience. Lord knows I was, too.

My job was to sexually stimulate two 14-year-old girls simultaneously in the shower. It was an almost impossible task, but I was willing to give it the old college try. I decided to give Lisa the bulk of my attention to begin with. I grabbed a sponge and applied a dab of liquid soap to it—it smelled like wild strawberries—and began rubbing it across Lisa’s chest. It was my subtle homage to her perky boobies which were obviously superior to Andrea’s. Lisa liked the sensation and started to kiss my torso. Her kisses dropped lower and lower on my body until Lisa had my crotch in her face. She licked my testicles—which I believe was a first for her in our love-making history. On the other side of my body, Andrea had romantically wrapped her arms around me and was sensually kissing my fingers one at a time. How lovely of her!

A few seconds later, things had evolved so that I was pinned in a corner of the shower with Lisa now kneeling and giving me a high-quality blowjob and Andrea elevated in my arms. We were kissing each other passionately. I couldn’t resist sucking on Andrea’s growing breast buds for a minute or two. They were utterly delightful. Lust is a wonderful thing; I could have died at that moment without complaint.

Slowly but surely, the two girls gradually began to feel more comfortable about standing closer to each other to give and receive affection. At one point I was fingering Andrea’s pussy while rubbing my penis against Lisa’s familiar tits. The inevitable sensation in my nether region began to make itself known. “Girls,” I proudly announced, “you have combined to put me at the edge of an orgasm. I am going to come—and I’m going to come hard. Both of you bend down by my dick.

Like the good girls they were, Andrea and Lisa faithfully followed my instructions. The two aroused tweens were touching shoulders when my ejaculation came. I had my dick in my hand which meant I had at least partial control of where my jism flew. Lisa got a blast on the bridge of her nose and above her left eye. I swung my dick slightly to the right where my next shot struck Andrea on the chin and on her right cheek. I sprayed my third and final shot liberally like I was a garden hose watering a lawn. Some of the cum missed the giggling girls entirely, but most of it smacked onto some area of their beautiful young bodies. When Andrea saw a string of cum sticking to her breast buds, she rubbed it into her chest with delight. “I hear this is supposed to help girls’ boobs to grow,” she joked. “I need all the help I can get.” Meanwhile Lisa, as was now her sexy habit, was retrieving every drop of semen from her face and body and swallowing it. She made a point of doing it while I was watching her. That fuck buddy of mine had great showmanship in her sex life.

I was spent, at least for the time being, so I focused my attention fully on cleansing and massaging my delightful shower-mates. They were now completely comfortable being in close quarters with each other. The strawberry soap was a big hit, so I washed both girls’ pussies simultaneously with it, first with a sponge, then with a washcloth…and then with my bare hands. It was an erotic dream come true for me: fingering two beautiful teens’ private areas simultaneously. Their orgasms came almost at the same time. Their contented moans and girlish squeals brought my penis back to full attention.

I could not fuck both girls at the same time, of course, so I did the next best thing: I positioned them side by side. I fucked them standing up, moving back and forth from one lovely sex partner to another after “shifts” of about a minute or so. Each girl figured out a way to occupy herself when my stiff dick wasn’t thrusting inside her. When I was screwing Andrea, Lisa was kissing my backside. When I was fucking Lisa, Andrea was caressing my balls. A good time was had by all.

Eventually, I had to blast a second load. Andrea was the lucky recipient. For some reason I did not consider pulling out before I came. I just grunted for all I was worth and shot hot jism into Andrea’s beautiful little hole. Lisa gave me a look of concern as I had never ejaculated inside her pussy in the many times we’d had intercourse. Andrea was in an angelic trance. I looked at Lisa and shrugged my shoulders. “Hey, I lost control,” I admitted. “Your friend is a good fuck—not as good as you are, my dear—but she’s definitely worthy of honorable mention.” Lisa gave me a playful squirt from a soap bottle.

For about 30 minutes, I thoroughly washed every inch of the two girls’ enticing young bodies—even their hair, which they surprisingly enjoyed. We jointly agreed our erotic shower was done and had been an enormous success. I shut off the water. We all stepped onto the tile floor near the sink and grabbed thick towels to dry ourselves and each other off. The girls made a point of jointly drying every inch of me. I suppose it was sort of a combined thank-you. I dried the girls individually. It took three times as long as it really should have because I wanted to prolong the experience, and I still wanted to caress their most intimate body parts over and over. Although I had fingered their pussies to orgasm in the shower, it occurred to me I hadn’t stimulated either of them with my mouth and tongue. Therefore, to make up for that glaring omission, I gave them each a minute or so of oral sex. For Andrea, it was a new experience entirely which she heartily enjoyed.

We all sat, still completely nude, on the edge of my bathtub, doing nothing but relishing the sexual bliss we just had together. I was surrounded by two beautiful sexy, schoolgirls—one in each arm. They both had their heads on my shoulders in a sign of affection. Nothing in my life could beat this evening’s little slice of hedonism.

We were mostly silent. After a while I looked at Andrea, who was embraced in my right arm, and jokingly asked her, “Now do you believe that your friend Lisa has a 40-year-old sex buddy?”

Andrea giggled slightly. Then she said, “Perhaps a better question is this: Is Lisa willing to share him?”