Double Dating With The Parents - Version Alpha

by Lubrican

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Chapter Six

"I don't see any earring," said Bob.

"Me either," sighed Karen.

"I have an idea."

"What?" she asked.

"When I was in the Boy Scouts, we used to go on campouts. We slept on a tarp on the ground. You had to be really careful before you put the tarp down, though, because if there was a stick or even a pebble, you'd feel it when you lay down to go to sleep. So I was thinking that we could spread out the blanket and lie down on it and maybe roll around a little. I bet we'd feel that earring if we rolled on top of it."

"But if I roll around on a blanket, my clothes will get all wrinkled," said Karen, sadly.

"True. That wouldn't be good at all," said Bob.

"I have an idea," she said.

"Go ahead."

"If we put down both blankets, I could take my clothes off and fold them neatly on one blanket. Then we could roll around on the other one to try to find the earring."

"I like that idea," said Bob. "And we don't want my clothes to get wrinkled either."

"I'm sure all our clothes would fit on one blanket," said Karen.

To an outside observer, it might have looked like Mandy and Jack were nervous, inexperienced, and unsure of how to proceed. And, of course, they were. But they had one advantage others their age, in a situation like this, wouldn't have had.

They were able to talk about what they were doing. They communicated more easily than their peers might have because the advantage they were more comfortable with each other than their peers might have been. Plus they knew that whatever happened, they would still stay together. Even if it was bad, they would continue to explore their feelings for each other. A very important component of all this was Mandy's rock solid conviction that Jack would not blab about what they did to his friends. It wouldn't get around school, and her reputation wouldn't be harmed.

This gave them both the freedom to try things without fear.

And because they were doing the same things they had seen their parents doing, they did them without guilt, as well.

They stood, rather than lying down. Facing each other they came together as if in slow motion. Mandy looked down as the tips of her breasts neared his chest. At the first touch, she moved sideways and then back, rubbing just her nipples across his skin. A ball of heat bloomed right behind and just below her belly button. Her hands went to his waist and the feel of his naked skin felt wonderful.

His hands went to her shoulders and gripped them as he pulled her against him.

"Ohhhh," they both sighed as her breasts flattened.

"This is nice," said Mandy.

"This is great!" panted Jack.

They kissed, and it became a French kiss almost immediately. His hands slid down to her lower back and pulled. Something just below the level of his conscious mind made him pull and rub his boner against her. She felt it on an entirely conscious level and it caused a new thought to pop into her mind. When the kiss broke, she leaned her upper body back, and then rubbed her loins against his.

"I want to see it," she said.


"Yes, really."

"It's hard," he said, unable to feel slightly ashamed.

"That's why I want to see it," she said.


He felt odd as he got ready to push his pants down. There had been a lot of "firsts" that he shared with this girl, and each one of them had stretched his horizons, expanding his world. This was an important moment for him. No girl had ever wanted to see his boner. It made something jerk inside him, and he felt a soothing little something ooze into his penis. He was too unsophisticated to know it was precum.

Bending over, he sucked in his stomach and just pushed his shorts down without undoing the belt. His underwear went with the shorts. Still bent over, he thought he'd look foolish if he left his shorts around his ankles when he stood up, so he reached and worked them over his shoes.

Then he stood up, exposing himself for the first time to anyone other than his mother.

Almost instantly he felt stupid for leaving the shoes on and he used his toes to kick out of them.

Amanda examined him in detail, as if she were planning on drawing what she saw from memory at some later date. His erection fascinated her. She'd expected it to protrude straight out, but it didn't. Rather it stuck up at so steep an angle that the tip was only a few inches from his body. It seemed to tremble, or move slightly, even though nothing was touching it. It looked too big to be on his body, but it wasn't monstrous. She tried to imagine it going inside her like her vibrator did. It looked too different, though. It would probably fit if she tried, but she wasn't ready for that.

She examined his balls, which looked different than she'd expected them to. They were smaller than she thought they'd be, tucked up against his body like some kind of swollen gland, or something. The skin on them was tightly wrinkled, and covered by wisps of hair.

That ball of heat behind her belly button swelled.

She liked this!

Karen had gotten a new bra and panty set just to be able to show them to Bob at some point in the future. It wasn't that she planned to do so on this date, exactly, but now she was glad she'd worn them. They made her feel attractive ... sexy. She did, in fact, fold her dress and place it gently on the blanket. Then, with a little gnaw of trepidation tightening her gut, she stood and turned to face Bob. His shirt was open, but that was as far as he'd gotten. All his attention had been on her when she started taking her dress off.

There was just enough daylight left to see her clearly.

"That doesn't look like panty hose and a girdle," he said, staring at the pale lavender lace that adorned her body. The bra swooped low, exposing half of her breasts. The panties were in a style called "boy shorts", though Bob didn't know that. They were low rise and her dark pubic hair showed plainly through the thin material.

"Those were in the wash," she said. "This was all I could find to wear."

"You're gorgeous," he sighed, abandoning the teasing play they'd been engaged in.

"I'm also ahead," she said. The relief she felt at his approval translated into moisture flooding her pussy.

She stepped over to him, no longer anxious. His approval had been in his eyes long before he'd said such a lovely thing. Her fingers went to finish what he'd started and she pushed his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. It fell to the grass in a heap, but nobody seemed to care. She knelt to attack his belt, and then the hook and zipper of his pants. Pulling them down, she revealed his bulging white briefs. Her hands caressed his hips and she inhaled deeply, taking the musk of his nearness into her lungs.

His hands on her shoulders made her look up. He clearly wanted her to stand. When she did so he bent to remove his pants, kicking off his shoes in the process. He tossed the pants to land next to her dress.

Her hands went behind her and released the catch on the bra. Eager, now, she tossed the bra to land on his pants.

They came together in an embrace, chest to chest, their lips seeking each other's.

They couldn't have known that their children were in a strikingly similar embrace, three miles away.

For Jack, the experience of exposing his erect penis to a girl for the first time was much better than he'd thought it would be. She didn't laugh, or point, or make fun of him. She didn't turn and run. Instead, she just looked at him, paying attention to him. Her acceptance of his body was non-verbal, but it was very real and he relaxed.

"Pretty weird looking, huh," he said, reaching to touch his cock. He moved it and it sprang back into its former position.

"It's beautiful," she said. "It doesn't look like I thought it would, but I like it a lot."


"I do," she said.

"Can I ..." his courage failed him.

"What?" she asked.

"Never mind," he said.

"No, tell me," she insisted.

"I just wondered if maybe I could ... um ... see you too."

"Naked?" Electricity zinged throughout her body. She hadn't thought far enough ahead to anticipate this, but suddenly she wanted to show him.

But she had the same fears and insecurities about her body that he did.

"Yeah," he said.

"Okay," she said, reluctantly. "But you have to promise not to laugh."

"I was worried you'd laugh at me," he said.

"I did not feel like laughing," she said, firmly. She left it there, because she couldn't really describe what she'd felt when she looked at his penis.

"Then I won't laugh either. I think you're pretty already."

She took a breath and just did it. Bending over she did the same thing he had done, except she took her shoes off first, and then pushed her jeans shorts and panties to the floor. Stepping out of them she stood up, holding her breath.

He did the same thing she had, looking her up and down. She brought a hand to touch her unruly pubic hair.

"I think this looks weird," she said, pulling at it.

"It looks soft," he said. "You don't look like I thought a naked girl would look like."

"What's that mean?" she asked, feeling like he was about to attack her.

"I just can't see anything down there," he said. "I've seen pictures ... you know ... like on the internet. I guess you can see a lot better that way, or something."

She got it then. He couldn't see her opening, and the lips that guarded it.

"Maybe later you can look closer," she said. "Do I look okay?"

"You look fantastic. It makes me want to do this."

He reached to grip his cock. He didn't intend to stroke it, but he did, just once.

"So ... is that what you do when you're excited?"

"Yeah," he sighed.

They stood there, just looking at each other.



"Can I kiss you like this?"

"Uh huh," she said.

They came together again, but this time with no hesitation. As the first kiss with her breasts pressed into his chest, it was a totally new experience. Now, when instinct caused him to push against her, the bottom of his naked cock pushed against her abdomen. It felt like an obstruction, somehow, and some analytical part of her brain reasoned that, when it was confined in his shorts, it didn't stick up like this. That's why she'd felt it lower before ... where it felt really good against her.

The kiss did something to both of them that lifted them out of their bodies. In the same way standing in a strong wind creates too many things to think of at once, this kiss overwhelmed them both. It was only this overwhelming inability to think about everything at once that allowed her to simply reach for the lump between them and shove it down where it belonged. The only place she could put it was between her thighs.

He felt her hand, of course. And he felt his stalk being bent, and the pressure that created along the top base of his penis. He felt her thighs clamp down on each side of his shaft. But these sensations came to his brain like leaves pelting against someone in that windstorm. The kiss was more important at that point in time. His body simply adapted to the changes she had made, and the kiss went on and on.

Eventually, the same instinct that had made him grasp his cock and stroke it, now made him move his prick in the trough between her thighs. The top of his cock, still straining upward, slid along her pussy lips. Those lips were oily with the lubricant she didn't even know her body was making, and the upward pressure of his cock was enough to separate them.

Now the top of his cock scraped the tip of her clit as he dry fucked her without even knowing that was the name for what he was doing.

Had that not happened, they might have stood there kissing until their legs got tired. Neither had thought about lying down on the bed just a few feet away from them. But the biological urge was now stronger than it had ever been in these particular teens. And both felt a weakness in their knees.

Lying down to continue making out just seemed natural, suddenly.

Bob was in trouble. Karen had a heck of a lot of pent up passion in her. She'd resisted getting into a relationship as she raised Jack. And she'd tried to deal with her natural urges by taking care of them alone. Once she had changed her mind about letting a man into her life, though, she went into things with her eyes wide open.

And her legs wide open too.

During that initial embrace, Karen slid her hand into his briefs and gripped his erection. She hummed into his mouth.

They'd gotten rid of their remaining clothing then and, knowing he'd be on a short fuse if they coupled immediately, Bob had offered to return the compliment, pushing his face between those relaxed, wide open legs.

She'd settled for two orgasms being produced by his lips and tongue, before she wanted something warm and alive deep in her belly, instead of the cold, impersonal vibrator she'd had to depend on for so long.

And when she pulled him on top of her and reached to guide him into her, and he lunged forward and filled her, she basically went ape shit.

She moved so much that he actually came out of her twice. The second time, her growl of dismay was translated into action as she pushed hard on his chest, tipping him off of her, and then rolled on top of him as he landed on his back. Socketing the tip of his cock in her opening, she pushed down onto it, impaling herself and then sitting straight up so that her body weight bottomed him out inside her.

Her right hand went down to where they were joined, and her fingers began stroking her clit as her internal muscles started squeezing the thick thing inside her, and then relaxing around it.

"I need this so much!" she whined, just milking his penis. "I've missed this so much!"

"Me too," he said, fighting for breath. What was going on inside her felt a lot like her mouth had, as fireworks burst overhead. "But I'm not going to last," he gasped.

"We have plenty of time," she panted. Her hands came to land on his chest and she leaned forward, to start making pelvic thrusts. "And I hope you had your Wheaties this morning, 'cause I'm going to want to do this for a while."

Her short, jerky movements did him in as his prick was stroked quickly.

"Karen!" he choked.

"Ooooo," she said, stopping as he jetted into her. "I feel it. You really are excited."

"I'm sorry," he groaned as his cock leapt in her again.

She lay down on his chest, her hot breasts crushing as she kissed him.

"It's okay," she said. "You'll last longer next time."

"I wanted to last longer this time," he moaned.

Across town, the teens didn't talk about it. Instead, the instinct their parents had been so concerned about made them move to the bed and crawl quickly onto it. Lying down, face to face, they wrapped their arms around each other and started what amounted to a ten minute kiss. Again, their primary attention was on the lips they were kissing, sucking and licking. They paid attention to each other tongues, and how they played against each other.

And their bodies, on autopilot, moved without conscious thought.

She hadn't put his cock between her thighs when they lay down. Lying down didn't bring that hot thing against her stomach, as it had when they were standing.

Rather, the tip nestled into the triangle where her legs met her lower body.

Right next to her puffy, inflamed pussy lips.

Nature made him hump. The tip met and spread those slippery lips, and nosed deeper. If you were to make a tight fist with your left hand and then try to push your right index finger into the inside of that fist, you know what his penis did as he humped. It didn't penetrate. It just pressed insistently.

She moved, also by instinct, but it caused the tip to slide upwards, across her clit.

He humped again, and the way she had adjusted her body let him do exactly the same thing again. Basically, the bottom of the tip of his cock massaged her clit.

Finally the feelings of what were going on down there couldn't be ignored any longer, and she pulled her lips away from his. Both were gasping for air.

"It's touching me," she panted.

His first thought was, "Of course it's touching you. We're right up against each other."

But then she clarified.

"Your penis is touching my cunny."

He humped again.

"It feels good," he breathed.

"I never felt anything like this," she moaned. "This is what I need."

She was referring to how much better this felt than the buzzing vibrator she now used to abuse her clit with.

"Don't stop," she groaned, wiggling against him.

He didn't want to stop, so obeying her instructions was easy.

They lay there as he humped. She pressed herself harder against him. It felt soooo good.

But she just couldn't press quite hard enough.

"Wait," she gasped. "I want to try something."

He lay mute as she moved back, getting to all fours. She pushed him onto his back and then straddled him, making him put his knees together. She crawled up, looking at his penis, until her pussy was hovering directly above it.

Very slowly she lowered her hips, watching to ensure she got the position right. At the last second, she reached and, with two fingers, spread her pussy lips so that they straddled his penis like she was straddling his body.

She let her weight down on him and then rocked forward, experimentally.

That was the sensation she was looking for.

"Ohhhh yes," she groaned, sliding back and then jerking her hips forward. "Ohhhh, Jack, you have no idea how good that feels."

"Yes I do," he panted. He'd stroked his cock hundreds of times, and it felt great. His whole penis wasn't being rubbed, but what was rubbing the bottom was so hot and so slick that the sensations of it were even better than regular jacking off was. He couldn't really describe it. But he loved it.

"Ohhh, I could do this for hours," groaned Mandy, not knowing that she was mimicking the woman who was at that moment having sex with her father.

"I won't last hours," panted Jack. "If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum," he said, not knowing he was mimickling the man who was at that moment having sex with his mother.

"That's okay," said Mandy.

She was suddenly very interested in what that long, beautiful thing would look like as something came out of it.

"We have plenty of time," she sighed.

The full moonlit the scene where the adults lay brightly enough that it cast shadows.

"This is like a dream," sighed Bob. Karen was cuddling against him, held close by his arm.

"I like this dream," she whispered.

"It seems like everything has happened so fast," he said.

"I know. But it just feels right. At least to me," she said.

"Me too. But I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Amazing, wonderful things like you just don't drop into my life."

"I never thought I'd do this again for the rest of mine," she said, softly.

"Well, get used to it," he said. "Because I'm going to try to keep this going for as long as I can."

"I'm not going anywhere," she said.

She sat up.

"Except maybe to visit my new best friend and kiss him a little bit, and maybe suck him a little bit, and see if I can get him all excited again."

"Not too excited," said Bob. "I'd really like to see what your face looks like while it gives you an orgasm."

She leaned down to kiss him briefly.

"Like I said, we have plenty of time."

"And we still haven't found that pesky earring," said Bob.

Amanda sat, her head down, taking in huge lungfuls of air. The orgasm had been almost scary, so strong was it. She was sitting still now, just catching her breath. As often as he'd said he was about to cum, he hadn't. At least the tip of his cock hadn't done anything except leak a little clear stuff. She was pretty sure cumming involved more than that.

Finally she sat up. He'd been the perfect plaything. Now she wanted to make him happy. A thought came to her and she scooted back, exposing his boner. It looked wet.

"Show me how to do what you do to make it spurt," she said.

"Okay," he panted. He was in pain. He'd heard of blue balls, but this was the first time he was afraid he had them.

She reached for it and he told her how to move her hand. Because she was sitting on his thighs, her grip was different than his would have been, but it still felt good. Of course part of that was because of who was doing it.

It was Mandy who altered things again. That was because at this angle, his penis reminded her of her vibrator. She loved to press the buzzing tip against her clit. She could get an orgasm just from that, without even sliding the shaking thing up inside her. His wasn't vibrating, but it was warm, and it was real, and it was Jack's.

So she bent it so that, while she stroked it, she could rub her clitty with the tip at the same time.

"Ohhh man!" he gasped. He'd almost shot off when they were lying there and it had teased at going in her. Now it was right at her opening again. He hadn't intended on having sex. He didn't even know how. But he knew the theory, in terms of where his penis was supposed to go at some point in his life. And it was right on the cusp of that event at this moment.

Which was why, after only a minute or two of doing what she was doing, he splashed her pussy and hand with his copious, warm issue.

"I'm sorry," he gasped. He hadn't warned her, because he hadn't had time to when the feeling came over him.

"It's okay," she said. She wasn't at all concerned about his bodily fluids being all over her hand. It was warm, and slippery, and it had come from Jack. "I kind of like the feel of it."

"It always makes a big mess," he said.

"I'll get a towel and clean you off so it doesn't get on the bed," she said, still rubbing the tip around her clit, in the warm, slippery mess he'd made.

"I like it this way," said Bob, who was lying on his back with his hands under his head. He was watching Karen as she wiggled, moved and jerked with his hard penis way up inside her.

"Me, too," she panted. "My ex-husband would never let me do this. He said a woman's place is on the bottom."

"He was an idiot," said Bob. "You're beautiful, sitting there. Your breasts bounce around. It makes me want to cum, except it also makes me want to watch you do that for hours."

I think I could do this for hours," she said, reaching to rub her clit. "It's fascinating. When I sit up like this, you rub me in one set of places. When I lean forward, I feel you in different places. What I love is that no matter how I arrange myself, it feels wonderful."

"Well, take your time. I can control it with you on top. Just don't do that thing where you milk me."

"You mean this?" She sat still and he felt those internal muscles working. His eyes were drawn to her belly and he could see it move as she squeezed and relaxed.

"Yes, that," he gasped. "If you do that, I'm going to make another mess inside you."

"I like it when you make a mess inside me," she said. "After Jack was born, Dave said one was too many. He always wore a condom after that."

"I should be wearing one too," said Bob.

"No! I want to feel you. I want to feel every bit of you."

"Karen, you know what doing this produces," he groaned.

"It's pretty safe right now," she said. "That's why I wanted this date to be tonight."

"I have to admit I love spurting in you," he sighed.

She lay down on him, holding her weight up with her elbows. Her lips were right above his.

"Bob," she chided gently. "That means you want to get me pregnant."

"I know," he whispered. "I can't help it."

"Doing this with a man who wants that is completely different than doing it with a man who doesn't," she said. "With Dave, it was just a quick fuck, so he could get off. But with you, it feels like we're making love. And that you want to make a baby is the epitome of love."

"I do love you," he said. "I was just afraid to say it."

"I know," she said. "Isn't it odd that people are willing to do this, but are afraid to tell each other what they're feeling?"

"I think I'm old fashioned," said Bob. "Even before Trudy, I didn't do this with a girl unless I wanted commitment."

"Do you want commitment now?"

"I do," he said. "But I also know I can't demand that from you."

"You don't have to demand it. I wouldn't be doing this with you if I didn't think we had a long future together."

"How long?" he asked.

She kissed him.

"As long as possible."

He swallowed.

"Til death do us part?" he whispered.

Her pussy muscles started milking him again.

"Yes," she whispered in return.

"Wow," he sighed. "Stop doing that, please."

"Why? I want you to cum."

"I can cum later. I think you just agreed to marry me."

She pushed up with her hands until her arms were straight. She started sliding forward and backward, still milking him. It was like she knew exactly what buttons needed to be pushed to coax a load out of his balls.

"You can cum now and then we can talk about how I just agreed to marry you."

She sat up.

"Would you like to be on top?"

A wide range of emotions were surging through Bob. He hadn't planned on proposing. If someone would have asked him if he was thinking about it, he'd have said something like, "Sure I think about it. Karen is a fabulous woman. But it's much too soon to think about that." But now it was an entirely different situation. A different world.

And in this world it wasn't too soon. In fact, in this world, it was time to celebrate. And another part of him said it was time to claim this woman as his own.

"Yes," he said.

They tried to roll in a way that would keep him in her, but their bodies foiled that attempt and he slid out of her.

Ohhhh," she complained, but then lay completely open in submission to the man she had chosen to be her mate.

That thing in Bob that demanded he claim her caused him to lift her legs and rest her calves on his shoulders as he crawled forward. It lifted her pussy and bent her at the waist.

He reached and slotted his cock in her. Crawling even farther forward he slid into her until his loins hit her hard. She grunted.

"Soooo deep," she huffed.

She was helpless in this position. All she could do was wiggle as he withdrew and then pounded deep again. The tip of his cock hit her cervix and moved it out of the way.

"You're mine," he said, staying deep and flexing his cock.

"Yes," she gasped.

"You're my woman," he said, pulling back an inch and then pushing hard again.

"I am!" she whined.

"We're going to get married," he panted.

"Yes!" she shouted.

"And I am going to make a baby inside you."

"Ohhhh, Bob. I love you."

The only thing she could do was work those internal muscles, and she did so with a vengeance now.

"You want me to cum in you," he grunted.


"You want me to fill you with my sperm."

"Hurry!" she groaned.

"It's never completely safe, Karen," he warned.

"I don't care. I want to feel your love."

He stopped trying not to cum and reveled in the way her muscles shouted her acceptance of his attempt to breed with her.

Going in deep one last time, he roared, telling all other males everywhere that she was his, that he had claimed her, and that they were to stay away from his woman.

Then he filled her with the love she had just asked him to give her.

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