Date: Tue, 14 Apr 2020 18:14:06 +0000
From: Strange writer <Strangestorywriter@protonmail.com>
Subject: Shelter in Place 1

The idea for this story came to me in the middle of writing Surprise at the
Pool
(https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/surprise-at-the-pool/),
so with my split attention, both stories have taken longer than I would
have liked.

There will be the following pairings in the story; part one is only M/g,
but will contain M/b starting in part 2, and will include M/b/g, b/b, b/g
and incest.

As you can see by the pairings, this story involves sex between adults and
children. This is complete fantasy, and has no basis in reality. If you are
not allowed to read this type of story in any way, or are unable to
separate fact from fiction, please do not read the story.

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Preface

John Duncan walked into the kitchen to find all of the children up and
eating breakfast or having finished already and just watching tv. Some of
them were fully clothed, some naked and every stop in between. Just a few
weeks prior, such a scene would have been unimaginable, but that was a
different world and he didn't plan to go back.


1. Introduction

It had been a little more than a year since John's wife had left him. She
had decided to move to California, with a much younger guy of course,
because she was being "held back" from her dreams. It just turned out that
she was trying to conform to a suburban life that she didn't want to lead,
and there had been strain in their marriage for awhile. She required so
much coddling, it was almost like having another child. John still loved
her, but life was happier and easier with her gone.

John had two children, Olivia who was 12 and John Jr. who was 11. They were
exactly eighteen months apart in age, but two years apart in school, Olivia
in 7th, John (J.J.) in 5th. His wife left without making any effort to take
the children or fight for custody. He was sure that she loved her children,
but even they sensed that she wasn't a mothering type.

The family lived in an affluent community, and they had been overwhelmed
with support after his wife left. While she was popular with the other
residents, her lack of attendance at almost any function for her children
told people what they needed to know about her parenting and how it
contrasted to John's. John was well respected by the other parents,
spending hours hanging out with the "other moms" as he liked to joke at
sports practices, school drop off and other activities. So when he was left
alone, the community took sympathy and rallied around him.

The kids were well supported too, with a strong group of friends and
families who welcomed them to hang out and sleepover. Everyone's house,
including John's, was a revolving door of kids. Wherever they ended up at
5:30 that was where they ate dinner. It was also common for an extra kid to
be sleeping under your roof, even on a week night. The community was tight
knit enough that everyone trusted the other parents to enforce a reasonable
bedtime, check homework and get them to school in the morning.

Being an affluent community, there were a large number of doctors in
town. This caused a problem when the corona virus hit. Many local parents
were pressed into service, and they basically knew that the chances of them
escaping without catching the virus were very slim. Since the local
families were so used to having other children around, it made sense to
arrange for the children whose parents were likely to become infected to
shelter with other families.

This was how the Duncan family expanded from three to six as Amber's friend
Gwen, JJ's friend Alex and his sister Autumn came to stay. Gwen's parents
were both ER doctors, which meant in the best of times Gwen spent lots of
time hanging at the Duncan home while they worked odd hours or were called
in for extra duty. It was a natural for Gwen to move in to shelter with her
friend when her health was at risk at home. Alex and Autumn were much the
same, as their father was CEO of the local hospital system, so was pressed
into service at the hospital around the clock. Their mother decided that it
was best for the kids to move out, knowing that the virus would run through
their house shortly. Everyone had complete faith in John, as he had a
reputation as a great father and nice guy. His kids were role models at
school, and their home was always welcoming.

Alex was twelve but like Amber a young 7th grader. He was about an inch
taller than J.J. with a slim, athletic build. Autumn was 10 years old and
in forth grade, and was a little pudgy still, but starting to get rid of
her baby fat. She was almost the same height as the boys, typical of that
age. Gwen was a sixth grader who had just turned 12. She and Olivia had
been friends since they moved onto the same block as preschoolers. Even
though they were very different, they still enjoyed hanging out and
considered themselves to be best friends. Alex and J.J. were much the same;
neighborhood friends that didn't mind the age difference.

The first few days of the lockdown were an adventure of figuring out remote
learning, making sure that there was enough food for everyone, and ensuring
that the kids got outside to get some exercise. Olivia and J.J. were pretty
athletic, used to daily sports programs, so they were literally bouncing
off of the walls. Alex also participated in sports, showing promise in
travel hockey, while his sister was into dance, despite her less than
petite size. Gwen on the other hand was almost stocky and somewhat of a
tomboy, preferring sweatshirts, gym shoes and rap music to the latest
styles and pop songs that the other girls liked.



2. Gwen

It was the third night of the lockdown and the kids were all in bed, Gwen
in the guest room, Alex in the bunk beds with J.J. and Autumn in a small
day bed in Olivia's room. John had enjoyed a drink to try to relieve the
stress of the day, and finally headed to his first floor bedroom about 11.

While John's marriage broke down for other reasons, the truth was, they
weren't very compatible sexually. Most of his pleasure had been derived
from his right hand for the last few years of their marriage, and it didn't
seem to bother her any. Once she left, he just continued the same pattern,
not overly interested in the divorced moms who had made overtures, telling
himself that he just needed some time.

John has settled into bed, and was idly rubbing himself through his pajama
pants. Since he was on a different floor from the children, he decided to
pleasure himself fully, something that he had failed to do the past two
days. He pulled his pajama bottoms and underwear down to mid-thigh and
threw off the covers. He had an average sized penis, maybe six inches, with
a generous girth. John stroked himself to full mast, spreading pre cum
around the head and down the shaft. Just as he started to really jerk
himself, he heard a small sound at his door. He froze and listened, then he
heard it again, and realized that it was a soft knock.

"Who is it?" he asked to buy time as he pulled his pants up and tried to
capture his erection under his waistband to make it less visible. The
answer to his question was too muffled, so he opened the bedroom door to
find Gwen standing there dressed in an oversized t-shirt and bare
feet. Anything else was left to the imagination.

"Hey sweety," he started, "what can I do for you?"

"I'm sorry to wake you up, but I really miss my parents, I wondered if I
could stay in here with you for awhile?l

It didn't seem to John that there was any harm to having her sit for a few
minutes until she felt better, so he told her, "that's fine, we can talk it
out..." She didn't wait for him to finish, just walked past him into the
room and jumped into the bed, pulling the covers over her. "Um, I meant
that maybe we could sit and talk," he stumbled, "it's not appropriate for
you to be in bed with me."

Gwen was close enough with the Duncan family that she was comfortable
giving John a pouty look, then John noticed her eyes drop to his groin
quickly and a brief smile appeared. Looking down, he realized that as his
cock had softened, it had slipped out of the waistband of his pajamas and
was pointing straight out, tenting his pants and looking completely
obscene. He tried to give it a casual brush to knock it back down to a
normal position.

"But Mr. Duncan, I cant sleep up there all by myself," she pleaded, "I'm so
tired, I haven't slept hardly at all since I moved in, I can't stop
thinking about my parents. Please, can I just sleep here with you? I know
that I'll be able to sleep better if I have you near by," she gave him a
sweet smile.

It should have been an easy decision for John, there was no way that his
daughters friend should sleep in the same bed as him. But he did feel sorry
for her, and if she wasn't sleeping, she would be cranky and then things in
the house were going to deteriorate quickly. She was looking at him with
sad puppy dog eyes which wasn't making his decision easier. "Ok, listen, I
don't want you missing sleep," he started, "this already isn't the
healthiest way to live being stuck inside the house and we don't need your
lack of sleep aggravating it." He paused, "so I'm going to let you stay,
but you have to promise not to tell anyone, ok?"

With a bright smile on her face, Gwen said, "Oh thank you Mr Duncan, and it
won't be a problem, I'm great at keeping secrets," she told him, with what
could only be described as a sly smile on her face which gave John
pause. But the die was cast, so he joined Gwen in the bed and got under the
covers. It was a king, so they'd be miles apart anyway.

"Let's get some sleep, have a good night Gwen," he said as he turned off
the bedside lamp.

"Goodnight Mr Duncan," she responded, then surprised John by giving him a
hug, something that they have done lots of times, but felt awkward laying
in bed with her in just a T-shirt and what; shorts, underwear!? If he was
honest with himself, he enjoyed the intimacy of the moment, and felt a
slight reaction from his groin. Feeling her sturdy body, but still small
and childlike in his arms gave him a momentary thrill, especially since she
made no effort to keep her budding breasts from pressing against him. All
too quickly the hug was over and they returned to their own side of the
bed, and in short order, sleep overtook them.

A short while later John woke up feeling a weight on top of him. He was
laying on his side, and realized that, in her sleep, Gwen had draped her
arm over his upper body, her hand holding onto his him just below his
chest. John was familiar with this phenomenon from his own daughter
Olivia. Whenever she shared a bed with anyone she was all over the place,
hogging covers, pushing people aside in her sleep, and often clinging to
the other person as if they were a teddy bear.

Again John got a small thrill out of the closeness of the preteen, causing
his penis to erect slightly. From experience with Olivia, he knew that he
could move her without waking her from her deep slumber, so John took hold
of her forearm, lifted her arm off of him and rolled himself over, her body
following her arm until she flopped onto her back, never showing a sign of
waking.

He chuckled at the deep sleep of the child, and looked over at her in the
dim light of the room. She had thrown the covers off of her, and as he
looked down, he realized that her T-shirt had ridden up to he waist,
exposing her crotch. Even in the low light, he could see the prominent
panty covered mound above her pussy. As his eyes focused further, he was
shocked to realize that he was able to see a dusting hair on the mound! She
was naked under her T-shirt and he was staring right at the sixth grader's
bare pubic area.

John's cock sprung to life and was at full erection in seconds. He had an
almost uncontrollable desire to reach over and touch her mound, to bring
his nose between her legs to sniff and to taste her young cunt. Getting a
grip on himself, he pulled the covers back over the girl, rolled over and
tried to go back to sleep.

Sleep was nowhere to be found now that he knew that there was a practically
naked preteen laying next to him. Not fifteen minutes later, as sleep still
eluded him, Gwen started to move, and again he felt her arm thrown over
him, grabbing onto his upper body and pressing herself fully into his
back. If his erection had died at all, it immediately returned to rock
hardness. John froze as Gwen wrapped herself around him, he could even feel
her breast bumps pressing into his back. As he lay still, he noticed the
hand on his chest begin to move downward, over his stomach, and continuing
further. "Gwen!" he snapped as he grabbed her hand and heard her start
giggling, "what do you think that your doing?" he asked, still holding her
wrist against his stomach.

"Olivia said that you haven't dated anyone since Mrs. Duncan left, I
thought that was sad and figured that you might need some relief," she told
him matter of factly. All of this was in fact true, He hadn't had any sort
of sexual contact in over a year, and very little before that.

"I can't have sex with a 12 year old girl, Gwen," he told her.

"It's not sex," she said, "it's just a blowjob! I do it all the time."

John turned toward her in shock, "You what?! With who?"

"Boys at school. It's ok, everybody has fun, it's not like you get
pregnant."

"How long has this gone on?" he asked.

"Just this year, but we do it all the time. I'm pretty good at it," she
addd with confidence,

A horrible thought hit John like a ton of bricks, "Olivia?"

"No way!" she laughed, "she thinks that spin the bottle is too grown
up. But she knows what goes on."

While they were talking, John was looking into her eyes, then he remembered
that if he looked down, he'd probably get a dimly lit view of her young
pussy. He couldn't control himself, and tried to do a quick check, but he
was transfixed by the beautiful v that led between her legs as she lay on
her side. "Like what you see?" she asked as she opened her legs causing him
to gasp.

Trying to compose himself, he said, "Gwen, this isn't right, your parents
trust me with you and I can't take advantage of that."

"You think that you're taking advantage?" she laughed again, "I'm the one
taking advantage!" she said as she reached out and lifted his shirt and
plunged her hand down his pants. John gasped in shock, but couldn't bring
himself to stop her. She pushed her hand right inside his underwear and
made direct contact with his re-hardening shaft.

The first human touch on his penis after so long broke John's resistance,
"Oh Gwen honey," he moaned as her fingers wrapped around him, "that feels
so good."

Gwen had a dreamy look on her face, "It's so big Mr Duncan, I've never held
one this big." She had been stroking him with her left hand, still inside
his pants. Gwen wanted to see more, so she pulled the pants away from his
body with her left hand and grabbed his newly freed dick with her right and
resumed stroking. "It's so nice," she said, viewing what she could in the
moonlit room, "so strong."

John wanted to see more, so he stretched until he was able to reach the
lamp on the nightstand. As the two of them were lit up, Gwen turned and
gave him a playful smile, then returned to stroking and inspecting his
cock. She was turned 3/4 of the way away from him so that he was looking at
her back and her chubby butt cheeks peeking out from under her T-shirt,
flattened against the bedsheets. John reached out and stroked her back
through her shirt, then decided to slide his hand underneath to stroke her
bare skin. Again she looked back at him, "That feels nice," she said as he
he stroked her back from her shoulder blades to her ass.

Repositioning her legs under her butt, Gwen leaned over and took a swipe at
the head of his dick with her tongue. "Oh my god," he burst out, "oh, I
haven't felt that in years."

Turning her head to the side to look at him she said in a baby voice, "You
poor man, I'll make it all better." She turned back toward his penis and
took the head in her mouth causing John to shudder. "It's so big," she
said, "I've never sucked one so big," she continued before resuming her
work on his prick.

With her legs tucked under her, Gwen's asshole and vagina were tilted up
toward John from behind. He reached out and stroked along her asscheeks,
then ran a finger up from her pussy to her asshole causing her to jump.

"You're so sexy," he told her, giving up any resistance to the situation,
"will you take your shirt off for me?"

She was licking his glans, but pulled back to answer him, "As long as you
take your pants off," was her reply. John didn't hesitate, he grabbed his
waistband, raised his ass and slid his pajamas and underwear down his legs,
kicking each foot through until he was naked from the waist down.

At the same time, Gwen grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over
her head in one motion. For the first time John got to see her naked body,
and it was an incredibly erotic sight. Her breasts were nice mounds with
small nipples pointing out. She was chubby enough that her stomach rolled
very slightly as she bent at the waist. Below her stomach she had a shelf
of fat above her pubic area, below which she was sporting a fine dusting of
pubic hair that led between her closed thighs.

"Baby, you look so good naked," he blurted out. She laughed and pushed her
chest out, jokingly showing off her soft tits. John couldn't resist the
invitation and ran his hand up her stomach and stroked across her left
breast, circling around her pert nipple, then moving to the other,
repeating the pattern as he made circles over and underneath each
tit. Gwens expression grew more serious, her eyes half lidded as she
enjoyed the soft touch.

John slid his hand back down her stomach, then placed it on her thigh,
smiling up at her, "So, where were we?" he prompted, hoping that she would
go back to pleasuring him with her tongue. She smiled back at him, then
moved around to slide down the bed, climbed over his left leg and settled
down in between, staring up at his erect cock. She took ahold of him and
licked her way from the root to the glans, then continued up with her body
until his penis was between her breasts and held it there, smiling up at
him.

She descended back down, laying her head next to his dick, pressing it
against her cheek, making him look huge next to her small face. She slapped
the head against her lips a couple of times, making John laugh with her
playfulness, before taking him back into her mouth, sliding the shaft
between her lips and taking it fully into her mouth for the first time,
sucking down half of his dick before backing off. "Oh shit baby," John
moaned, "you're good. How many times have you done this?"

Pulling off she answered, "Tons of times. It's lots of fun. The boys just
go nuts!" She told him before taking his dick back into her mouth, plunging
down twice before letting him slip back out with a smack, "but I've only
blown kids my age," she continued, "never a man," she smiled, trying to
flatter him before plunging back down onto his penis. The thought of her
sucking those young dicks turned him on even more. The reality was, in
John's darkest places, young boys and girls were his biggest turn on, even
though he'd never come close to acting on his fantasies until tonight.

The sensation of the young mouth sliding up and down his pole was mind
blowing. John just stared as the girls lips stretched around his shaft. Her
pace was quickening, but in her vigor she plunged too far and hit her
throat causing a strong gag and forcing her to back off for a second.

"Easy," he said, then took this opportunity to make a new request, "can you
lick my balls," he asked her, putting his hand under his loose sack as if
to offer it to her. Gwen recovered enough to lean back down and drag her
tongue across his sack before taking a hairy ball into her mouth. "Oh,
yeah!" John let out in ecstasy, "suck my balls baby, that so good!" Gwen
was looking into his eyes as she alternated between testicles. He took his
scrotum in his hand and lifted it up, pointing at his taint, "Lick here,"
he said.

"I'm not licking your asshole!" she said in alarm.

"No, right here behind my balls." he told her, pointing to the right
spot. Gwen wrinkled her nose, but went down to try. From John's vantage
point it looked like his balls were sitting on her face as she took her
first tentative swipe at his taint. "Oh yeah, that's it," he moaned. She
got a little braver and flattened her tongue, giving the area a bath. After
a few circuits, she came back up for air and again took ahold of his cock,
bringing it to her lips and sliding it back into her warm, wet mouth.

Gwen sped up her pace and effort, twirling her tongue on the head on the
outstroke, then plunging back down to re-sheath him in her swampy orifice,
trying her best to bring him over the edge. John felt his climax
approaching, but wasn't sure that he wanted this to end. Unable to resist,
he let the wonderful sight of Gwen's tight lips and the sensation of her
warm mouth wash over him. Finally he warned her, "I'm going to cum!" but
she kept going full speed. The idea of cumming in her mouth was all it took
and John felt his orgasm start behind his balls before surging up his shaft
and unloading into her waiting mouth in several strong bursts.

She kept her head in place through most of his orgasm, but finally pulled
away, coughing as his pent-up load of semen caught in her throat. She let
his load drop out of her mouth and onto his groin at the same time as his
last dribbles finished off his ejaculation. "Holy shit!" she said in shock,
"your cum is so thick and so much. I've never seen so much."

"I guess that makes sense if you've been blowing 12 year olds," John said
breathlessly as he regained his senses from the orgasm, "my god girl, that
was unbelievable. You were spot on, I needed that!" Gwen smiled and pulled
herself up so that she was half lying on his chest, looking into his eyes,
her small breasts pressing into him. They lay like that for a few seconds,
when John put his hand behind her head and guided her to his lips. He was
so horny that he didn't mind that her lips were coated in his own jizz. She
was startled, but let herself melt into his lips, even peeking her tongue
out to meet his in a luxurious kiss.

When they broke off, she asked him, "Don't you mind that your dick was in
my mouth?"

"I'm kind of bisexual," he answered, "probably why Mrs Duncan left."

"I think that's cool, there's some boys that I've heard give blowjobs too,"
she informed him, "I think that everyone should be able to do what feels
right to them.

John filed that info for later use. "So where does all of this oral sex
take place?"

"People's houses when their parents aren't home, school sometimes, but
that's risky, the pool, parties," the list seemed endless, "it's all about
having a good time," she added, "no attachments."

"So no boyfriends?"

"Not right now, but it wouldn't matter. Blowjobs aren't sex, it's just
casual. Kissing is for your boyfriend."

This was a different world for John, the idea that blowjobs were as casual
as a handshake was unthinkable. "So why did you kiss me then?" he asked.

"It's just felt right," she said with a shy smile.

John gently guided her back to him and put his lips to hers in a slow
kiss. "Your turn," he said as they separated.

"For what?" she asked.

"To get pleasured," he answered.

"How?" She responded, pushing herself up on her elbow.

"The same way that you did for me," John replied, " don't the boys do that
for you?"

"I guess. They like to stick their fingers in my pussy."

"That's not what I'm talking about," John said, and started to get up. Gwen
instinctively lay on her back as John moved between her legs. He grabbed
her under her butt and pulled her down the bed slightly, then brought
himself down to where he was face to face with her pubescent vagina. The
smooth hair was scattered evenly across her prominent pubic mound, drawing
his touch as he rubbed the area firmly, putting pressure on her vagina
below. He brought his lips to the area and spread kisses across her pubis
and licked along the crease where it met her legs, dragging his tongue
downward along the outside of her vagina. He spread her legs apart and
encouraged her to put her feet flat on the bed, opening her up to him.

Her pussy was a thing of beauty. Not spoiled by lots of hair, it was
halfway between a child's narrow slit and a woman's open folds. Her lips
were slightly open and her clit was obvious at the top of her crack. John
put one thumb on each lip and gently pulled her labia open, exposing the
opening of her hole which was glistening with her wetness. His senses went
into overload as her aroma met his nose, musky but sweet, so unlike a full
grown woman.

As he held her apart, he extended his tongue and drew a circle around her
hole, flattening his tongue and swiping the full area from lip to lip and
bottom to clit. Gwen jumped, and half yelled, "Oh my god!" John rolled her
clit back and forth gently under his tongue from above, not wanting to over
stimulate her. He then moved back down to her hole and tasted her again,
lapping at her pussy before pointing his tongue and working his way inside
her. He reached as far in as he could, feeling her tight vagina squeeze
against him. She was closing her thighs against the sides of his head,
holding him in place as he brought her to a place of sheer ecstasy.

Looking over her mound, he could see her small breasts pointing up as she
lay back on the bed, her head thrown back as she moaned. John backed off
slightly, and brought his finger up to the entrance of her tunnel. He
applied light pressure over her hole, moving his fingertip in a circle
while he moved his lips up to her clitoris, giving it a few kisses before
bringing his tongue back into the picture. Now that she was so excited he
was able to apply firm pressure on the hood of her clit, flicking it back
and forth as he rolled his tongue over it rapidly, then alternately sucking
it like it was a mini cock. With his finger he applied pressure to her
entrance and was pleased when she yielded and he slid into her wet vagina
up to his first knuckle. "Oh yes," she gasped, "is that your finger?"

Rotating the finger, she opened more and he was able to insert his index
finger until it could easily fit all of the way inside her. He curled his
finger upward to rub the backside of her clit from the inside. He then
withdrew slightly, only to plunge back in. Gwen was groaning, gasping and
half screaming with each thrust while he continued to increase the pace and
pressure on her button. He could tell that she was close to cumming, and he
decided to bring her over the top. His finger was now a piston, plunging in
and out of her soaking wet pussy as fast as he could move it, matching the
pace of his tongue and occasionally his thumb when his tongue needed a
break.. Her gasps were closer together and louder, as she rode her pleasure
higher and higher until finally she grabbed his head, held him in place and
let out a last "ahhh". He could feel her cunt clamp down rhythmically on
his finger and her body twitched erratically and uncontrollably.

As she rode through the crest of her orgasm, he slowly withdrew his finger,
assuming that the sensation may be too much after she came down, but she
clung to his head, forcing him to stay locked onto her clit with his
lips. After a last jolt, Gwen finally relaxed her grip on his head and
dropped back on to the bed, letting her legs release their vise-like
grip. John crawled up the body of the gasping girl as she tried to catch
her breath, gently stroking his way up her body and unintentionally
dragging his renewed erection over her thigh. When he reached her head Gwen
put her hand behind his neck and stared up at him with glassy eyes. "Wow,"
she said softly, "that was awesome."

"Glad that you liked it, it was the least that I could do after what you
did."

This brought a smile to her face, and she reached down and took hold of his
erection, "Your're hard again!" she announced in surprise, "because of what
you just did?"

"I guess that I feel the same way that you feel about blowing guys, it's a
turn on to make someone feel so good," he answered.

She smiled and raised her lips to him, pulling him in for a kiss. "I can
taste myself in you," she said.

"Good or bad," he asked.

"Umm, exciting?" she answered, "the taste is ok, but it makes me excited to
know that your tongue was in there."

John smiled, and brought her back to him as they made out, tongues
wrestling again. Gwen even reached down and stroked John's erection,
causing him to squirm. The excitement of the evening and his long sexual
drought improved his refractory period dramatically. He broke the kiss,
"I'm going to cum again if you keep doing that," he told her. She smiled
and increased her pace. As John felt himself getting closer to shooting, he
got up in his knees and positioned himself between her legs over her
body. As he stared at her open vagina and pudgy body, her eyes bright and a
dirty smile on her face, he began stroking himself in earnest.

"Are you going to cum on me?" she asked with a obvious excitement.

"Oh, yeah," he answered breathlessly, as he rubbed around her hole with his
left thumb, then rubbing her clit. He was overcome with excitement, and his
second orgasm hit him like a freight train, "oh, oh, here it comes," he
announced. Bringing himself higher off of the bed, he aimed at her soft
belly as the first shot sprayed, missing its target and landing like a rope
across her breast and trailing down her belly. Two more spurts joined the
first before the strength of his ejaculation lessened, causing the last
shots to land on her belly and pussy.

John sat on his knees panting as he surveyed the mess that he made. Gwen
was covered in his cum from her neck to her pussy, it was so much that it
made him laugh. Gwen was surveying the damage from above, "I can't believe
how much cum you make," she said.

John went and grabbed a towel from the bathroom, then helped her to get
cleaned up, "How much cum do the boys shoot?" he asked.

"Not very much, and it's not thick like yours. Some don't shoot at all, and
some just leak out a tiny bit, that's not even white," she told him with a
yawn. The thought of these boys just starting puberty getting blown
whenever they want was a crazy and exciting concept to John.

As he finished cleaning off Gwen, it was apparent that she was starting to
relax toward falling asleep. John pulled he covers over her naked body,
"Lets get a little sleep," he started, "it's already past midnight."  Gwen
snuggles under the covers and closed her eyes. In less than a minute she
was out like a light. "Goodnight sexy girl," John said to himself, then
turned off the light and was soon asleep himself.