Sometimes I have to wonder if some women want to sleep with me just because I’m a local celebrity, not that I care. As the morning announcer at a local radio station, I’ve had my share of opportunities for sex with some really hot women and some women I’d rather not even think about, but I won’t sleep with just anyone. Ok... that’s a lie. I’ll take it whenever I can get it but I do have my standards like most people. Even though I’m not a huge star like you might think of, for a lot of people, I’m the closest thing to a celebrity they’ll ever get to witness and I’ll use that to my advantage like any horny guy would.
As you may have read in my other escapades, I’ve had my share of intense and exhilarating sexual situations. This next and latest one has to be one of my favourites for a couple reasons. The excitement of the possibility of getting caught in a public place makes me hot enough but to do it with two young girls in that public place is even better.
I’ll admit that I love young women. I’m 32 years old and I’ve slept with women my age and older but there’s something about a young chick that gets me just a bit harder. In this particular experience, these two girls were my youngest yet and I’ll admit I felt a little guilty, like I was taking advantage of them but to be honest they didn’t seem bothered by it so why should I be?
To get you on the right page, I should tell you that I know the one girl, 18 year old Jessica, fairly well. She’s about 5’6" with long straight dark hair and a tight athletic body. Her breasts are small but a nice handful and a great ass. Most guys, young and old, notice her right away. She’s very easy on the eyes. I’ve gotten to know her over the last couple of years as I became friends with her parents. She and I would talk to each other on many occasions about lots of different stuff but mostly boys and hockey. She plays on a girls hockey team and from time to time I’d go to the arena and check out the action.
If you know hockey, then you obviously know I don’t go to the games to check out the girls. It’s hard to check them out when they’re wearing bulky pants and pads. I’m just a hockey fan... like most Canadian men. We live for Saturday nights and Hockey Night in Canada on CBC.
On a few occasions while I was visiting her parents, Jessica had a friend and team-mate there for sleepovers. They always seemed to be together. Her name was Tina and she was a little hottie but in a girl next-door type of way. She was about 5’5" and had shoulder length red hair with a fair complexion. Her breasts were bigger than Jessica’s though. Not a lot but they were very firm as you would expect from an 18 year-old high school girl. She looked great in tight clothes and was always smiling and in a great mood. I don’t think I ever saw her without a smile on her face.
One night Jessica’s dad asked me if I’d mind taking the girls to their hockey game. He and his wife were going out of town for a couple days and he obviously couldn’t take them to the game. If I couldn’t take them, then they wouldn’t have been able to play that night. I didn’t have anything on that evening and didn’t mind so I accepted and found out the when’s and where’s.
I got to their house and the girls came out with their hockey equipment. It was a warm October night and they were both wearing tight white crop top T-shirts and tight jeans. I swear at that point I noticed but never intended on doing anything other than look. Besides, what could happen? The were going to be on the ice playing hockey and I was going to be freezing my dick off in the stands watching with the other parents and boyfriends.
We made small talk and had a few laughs on the way to the rink. When we got there, I helped them get their stuff out of the car and we went inside. I wished them luck, told them to kick some ass and watched their butts disappear around the corner as they made their way to the dressing room. I found a spot in the stands and spent the entire game by myself. I didn’t know anyone else and I didn’t mind the quiet time. In my line of work you enjoy the quiet times and anonymity when they happen.
The game progressed and the girls won 5-3. Jessica even had a two point night with a goal and an assist. I knew she’d be pleased with that. I left the stands and decided to wait for them in the lobby where it was warmer. One by one the girls on both teams came out, hooked up with their parents and left. I waited and for a good 15 or 20 minutes while nobody else came out. I knew I hadn’t missed them so I decided to go for a walk down to the dressing room to see what they were up to. I wasn’t in a rush but I didn’t feel like hanging out in the lobby all night.
I made my way to the dressing room door and gave it a knock. Nobody answered but I realized it was open so I peaked inside. I could see that their equipment was in the hockey bags on the floor and ready to go but I couldn’t see them. I walked in and once I got inside the room I could hear the shower going. Over by the bags I saw their clothes and by the entrance to the shower I saw a couple of towels. I know I should have just turned around and left the room but the curiosity and possibility of seeing these two hot young naked bodies was more than I could pass up. I turned around and closed the door to the dressing room quietly and turned the lock so it was shut tight. The only way anyone else would see what was going to happen was if an arena employee unlocked the door and came in to find us.
I quietly worked my way over to the shower and peaked around the corner hoping not to get caught in the process. All six shower heads were on and the steam was fairly dense but I could still make out the two girls standing naked in the middle of the shower room. Jessica had her back to Tina letting her rub the soap up and down her back. Just as I thought, both girls had killer bodies, tight, firm and young and both had tits that were a little bigger than I’d imagined. Tina’s were definitely the nicest of the two, a good size and no sag whatsoever. I knew they both had hard flat stomach’s by what I’d seen them wearing in the past but they looked even better with the water running over them down to their nether regions.
It’s safe to say that by this point my cock was stirring and I knew I had to relieve it from it’s confines before it reached its full 11-inches or the pain would be unbearable. I continued to watch while I rubbed myself through my jeans as Tina moved the attention of the soap from Jessica’s back across her ass and then around the side and over her stomach until she came to her breasts where she began soaping them up and then let the soap fall to the floor only to continue her massage. Jessica’s nipples were hard as a rock and Tina rolled them between her fingers as she pressed her own tits into her back and began kissing and licking her neck. Jessica moved her own hand down to her pussy and began rubbing her clit and started to moan.
Tina ended her massage and brought her hand up from Jessica’s breasts to her chin and slowly turned her around so they were facing each other. Jessica moved in closer again and as their bodies pressed against each other their lips and tongues explored each others mouths with a passion I had never seen between two women before, let alone two teenage girls. It was as if I was watching two high school girls who were very familiar with this sort of activity, almost like they had studied a lesbian porno to get the moves down to the point where everything came naturally.
Jessica lowered herself to her knees in front of Tina, kissing her stomach as the warm water continued to cover them both. Tina put her hands on Jessica’s head and pushed her down to her pussy where she immediately stuck out her tongue and began licking her pussy. Tina was moaning more loudly then Jessica had been and certainly seemed to be enjoying the attention she was getting. Tina moved away and Jessica followed on her knees never allowing her mouth to leave her clit. As Tina leaned her back against the wall, Jessica grabbed Tina’s left leg and placed it over her shoulder to allow her better access to her clit and allowed me a better view of this erotic and wet love session.
Tina began moaning with still more intensity than ever before and I could sense she was approaching orgasm. I think Jessica could sense this as well as her oral assault on Tina continued at a fever pitch until I could see her start to spasm and send her love juice all over Jessica’s face.
I knew I had to take a chance and let them know I was there if I was going to have a shot at getting involved with these two teen vixens. I decided the best way was to just confront them and see how they reacted. I stepped into the opening and said in my deep radio voice, "Are you two planning on staying in there all night or do I have to come in there and get you myself?" Both heads whipped around to look at me standing there. Jessica made an effort to cover herself up some with her hands but Tina just stood there with her hands on her hips and responded with a question of her own, "how long have you been watching us?" she said. I told them I’d been there long enough to know that this wasn’t the first time they’d been with each other. Jessica seemed embarrassed and did her best to hide behind Tina.
"Well that’s hardly fair then isn’t it", said Tina. "If you get to see us naked then I think it’s only fair that we get to see you naked, besides, Jessica’s never seen a real man naked before." I took this to mean that Tina’s been sexually active with guys before but Jessica obviously hadn’t and the thought of being her first turned me on to say the least. "Well, I guess I’d better get naked then", I said and Tina gave me a bright smile as Jessica seemed a little less shy and moved out from behind Tina a little bit to get a better view of me. "Besides, after watching you two work each other over I worked up a bit of a sweat and could use a shower."
I turned around and went over by their clothes and started to get undressed. The girls were behind me and I could hear them giggling a bit as I removed my outerwear until I was standing there in only my Calvin Klein Boxers. "How big do you think it will be?", Jessica whispered to Tina. "Brian and David were both about 6-inches long so hopefully it will be at least that big" she replied. Still with my back turned to them I bent over and dropped my boxers to the floor. "Nice ass!" I heard Jessica say. "It’s not his ass I’m interested in", Tina answered back. With that I turned around to reveal my half hard cock. "Oh my God!" Tina said, "that’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen." "There’s no way that’s going to fit inside me", Jessica said as a look of panic came over her face once again.
I walked into the shower and Tina joined Jessica on her knees in front of me. "Is this what you wanted girls?", I asked them. "Fuck ya", came Tina’s response as she grabbed hold of my cock with both her hands and started to lick the head. It didn’t take much of that to get me hard as a rock and to my full thickness. Tina did her best to work me into her mouth as she stroked my cock and fondled my balls. It was a tight fit but I could feel her tongue working the underside of my pole. Jessica was still on her knees rubbing her pussy while watching her girlfriend go down on me. I held out my hand and helped Jessica to her feet and locked lips with her as our tongues went to work in each others mouths. While one hand had hold of her tight ass I used the other to fondle her tits.
"Why don’t you suck my cock?", I said to Jessica. She nodded and dropped to her knees once again. Tina finished removing my dick from her mouth and passed it off to Jessica who began licking it like a lollipop. "Try and get it as far down your throat as you can", Tina told her. Jessica began to work me into her mouth and I could tell she was having a tough time with it. "Just relax your throat muscles", Tina said as she worked my shaft further into her mouth. It was obvious that Tina had some experience with giving head but even she couldn’t get more than about 5 inches of my massive meat down her throat.
I grabbed hold of Jessica’s long brown hair and tried to encourage her to take more of me inside her. Surprisingly she had managed to get about 7 inches inside her and I could feel the head of my cock on the back of her throat. When she started to gag a little I eased off a bit. I knew she’d taken about all she could handle into that small orifice.
By this time Tina had made her way to her feet and while Jessica continued working my dick over I locked lips and grabbed hold of her young and ample tits. I moved my mouth down to take one of her big nipples into my mouth and she moaned as I sucked and nibbled on one and then the other while my fingers went to work on her clit. We stayed like this for a bit until Tina whispered in my ear, "I’ve never had a cock that big inside me, will you fuck me with it?" I kissed her on the forehead and told her to lay on the shower floor.
I pulled my cock from Jessica’s mouth and got on my knees between Tina’s legs. I spread them apart and moved my mouth down to her pussy. I spread her lips apart and stuck two fingers inside her while I let my tongue work its magic on her clit. Tina began to moan and buck her hips. The longer I worked her over the more violent her spasms got and I could sense she was approaching orgasm. I lifted my head away from her and looked to my left to see Jessica masturbating while sitting on the floor with her back against the shower wall. "Why don’t you sit on Tina’s face and let her take care of that for you", I said to her. Jessica got on her knees and moved over to position herself so her pussy was accessible to Tina’s mouth while facing me. Now both girls were moaning as I pulled my fingers from Tina’s pussy and moved my body closer to hers.
I grabbed my cock and jerked it for a bit while I watched the two girls enjoying each other. I laid my cock on Tina’s stomach as I used my free hands to spread her legs further apart. I started to rub the head of my cock against her opening and then slowly pushed forward, entering her tight teen box. She moaned loudly as I spread her further apart then she’d ever been before. As I managed to get about 8 inches inside her she let out a loud scream causing me to stop. "Are you ok?", I asked her. "Oh fuck", she said, "it feels so good....fuck me...oh... please fuck me...make me a woman". I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I started to thrust my cock in and out of her tight snatch and with each push I managed to get myself in a little deeper. I eventually got the full length in and managed to get a good rhythm going as my balls slapped her ass with each plunge forward. Tina was taking it well and her hips were moving with me as she moaned loudly and had a tough time keeping her mouth to Jessica’s pussy.
As I continued pumping her and fondling her tits, Jessica leaned down and our lips came together and we kissed each other rather passionately. "Do you want me to fuck you too?", I asked her. Between her moans she said she did but she was a little nervous. I kissed her once more and backed away from her and drove my cock hard into Tina a couple more times and then pulled myself out of her. I told Jessica to get on her hands and knees between Tina’s legs and lick her pussy. Jessica did as she was told and she began licking her friends clit once again. At this point I was standing over both of them with my rock hard cock in my hand. "Oh my God..it’s so big Jessica", Tina said. "You’re gonna lose your virginity in a big way."
I moved behind Jessica and prepared to take her doggy style. I was on one knee and I could see that her ass was so perfect and tight that her pussy was sticking right out just begging to be plugged. I rubbed her clit with my hand and worked a finger inside her, then two and eventually three. I wanted to make it a little easier for her cunt to take my colossal cock. I grabbed my dick and rubbed the head against her pussy and then slowly parted her pussy lips with it. I was just barely inside her when I heard her moan with some sense of pain. "This is going to hurt for a bit do you still want to do it?", I asked her. She lifted her head from Tina’s snatch and turned her head towards me and said, "yes...I’ve been dreaming about you fucking me for a long time and I’m not going to stop it now. Fuck me Mike!"
That’s all the encouragement I needed. I pushed forward and the head of my cock disappeared inside her as her pussy stretched open wide to accommodate my size. She yelped in pain as I felt my cock tear away her virginity. I pulled back out for a moment to allow her to compose herself and as I did I could see the virgin blood coming out with my dick.
"What are you doing?" Jessica screamed at me. "You’re not done yet, I want all of you inside me." she said. With that I pushed myself back inside her and got about five inches or so into her when she yelled at me again to fuck her. For a normally shy girl she was quite demanding at this point. I thought to myself, if you want all of it, you’re going to get all of it. I grabbed hold of her hips and pounded my cock in the rest of the way as hard as I could. She let out a loud scream that I figured anyone that was standing out in hallway could hear. I knew she was in pain but I didn’t stop. I continued to pummel her pussy as hard and as fast as I could. She came twice as I fucked her from behind. I kept up the pace for about 3 or 4 minutes until I could feel myself getting close to orgasm.
I kept up the pace until I knew I was about to lose it. I pulled out of her pussy and blew my load all over her ass and her back. She rolled off to the side just as another wad of my cum came firing out of my cock with that load landing on Tina’s tits and stomach. When I was done I rolled over and laid down on the shower floor letting the water run over me. I looked over and Tina was scooping some of my cum off her stomach and into her mouth. She motioned for Jessica to come over. Still in pain she moved towards Tina and began licking my cum off her tits.
I moved over to the girls and got between them on the floor. We stayed there kissing and exploring each other for another five minutes or so before we got up and cleaned ourselves up. Both girls were having a tough time moving with their pussy’s being so sore. We all dried off and got dressed and headed out to the vehicle. Both girls sat in the front seat with me and Tina had my cock out and was stroking it. "Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass before Mike?" Jessica asked me.
"I heard one of the girls at school say she took her boyfriends dick up the ass before and it felt pretty awesome." I told them both that I had done it before and if they wanted me to do it to them sometime, I’d be willing. "If you thought having my cock in your pussy was a tight squeeze, wait till you get it up your butt." I told them. "I guess we better have lots of Vaseline handy", Tina said. We all laughed as I nodded my head in agreement. We haven’t done it yet but every time I see the girls they remind me that they’re waiting for me. I’m sure I’ll be able to find the time soon.
вторник, 17 марта 2009 г.
Twas the Night Before Christmas
It was cold outside, but inside Haller's Auto Repair it was warm with the bodies and the breath of men and the cooling engines of cars that people brought in to be worked on, and fragrant with that peculiar bouquet of engine oil, gasoline and dust that characterizes all garages. Since Christmas was approaching, it also smelled of the pine garlands tied up with red ribbons that Haller's wife had made and hung from the walls. Eugene Wanzack, the youngest of Haller's employees, was doing a minor tune-up on Harvey Beck's Ford. He was a sturdy, dark-haired young man of average height, with gray eyes and a squarish, Slavic sort of face that often bore a faintly worried look, but right now he was happy, because he was exactly where he wanted to be. Beck was good about keeping his car maintained, and all it had needed was the oil and other fluids checked and changed, and a new set of plugs. Everyone was trying to avoid starting any job that would hang over into the following day; it would just have to wait until the day after Christmas because everyone was going to be off.
Albert Reems, one of the other mechanics, said, "Hey, Gene, have you decided where you're going to stay tonight?"
"I guess I have till the end of the day to do that," he said as he adjusted the gap on a plug.
He had two choices: he could either stay in town, in his apartment in Matthew Haller's home behind the garage, or he could go home to his parents' farm, outside of town. Going home had its appeal; his mother was a good cook, and the whole family would be there. During the war, they had been one short on Christmas, as his older brother Adam had been in France and England, mostly disabling unexploded bombs and mortars that had landed in people's back yards, but he was home now. Zandra and her husband would probably drop in themselves. Zandra was not the most domestic of wives, and if she could eat someone else's cooking on Christmas Eve as well as Christmas Day, she would. Later on Christmas Day they would visit Uncle Victor and Aunt Ruby and their bunch.
The very things that made going home appealing were also a good reason to stay where he was.
He had been living in the Hallers' home since the summer of '43; Haller had persuaded Anton Wanzack to let him learn all he could teach him about the art, science and business of car repair, and pointed out that if Gene lived on the premises, it would save Anton having to carry him back and forth every morning and evening. He spent so much time in the garage as it was that he might as well hang around and get paid into the bargain. Anton had consented under the condition that Gene stayed in high school long enough to graduate; it puzzled and irked him that a kid of his should be uninterested in higher education when he'd had to fight his father for every day of schooling he had. Zandra had been to veterinary school and Adam was majoring in electrical engineering at UT. Further, he saw the arrangement as an apprenticeship, pure and simple, and an Old World, old-fashioned way of doing things. But he figured he'd have better luck hanging onto the south end of a northbound bull, to keep Gene on the farm.
Gene's apartment had a rudimentary kitchen, but he had hardly used it in the three years he'd been there; Matthew and Clara Haller expected from the outset that he would take his meals with them, and he dined heartily on food that had a hearty, European, pre-War solidity and plentitude. Adam, who stayed thin as a rail no matter what he ate, had warned him in one of his letters not to get fat. Gene wasn't worried. Taking out and re-installing engines, differentials and transmissions, and wrestling tires on and off their rims was enough to keep any man fit. And he had reveled in the attention he received from the couple, as if he were the son they'd never had; he hadn't realized how much he had craved this until he got it. He had often felt shuffled aside, a mere spectator to the crisis and drama that just naturally seemed to blow up around his siblings.
And then there was that special bond between them; not that they tried to leave him out; they just did, they couldn't help it, for all that they would back him up in a fight. The closeness had worried Anton and Marie; they felt it was intense to the point of being...well, unhealthy. But the plain fact was, neither of them was the other's type: the women Adam looked at were girlier than Zandra had ever been or could be on her best day; and Zandra had married her type—big and brawny and strong enough to overpower her physically if he wanted to, but easygoing, and with all due respect to Dennis, he was a good man—not quite as intelligent as she was. It was this, Gene thought, which kept them off each other, more than fear of hellfire.
While he was musing on these matters, a black 1940 Caddy purred into the garage. Gene looked up. The door opened, and out from the car, first of all, issued a pair of slender, well-turned legs, taut and shining in one of the few pairs of nylon stockings existing in Koenigsburg; clothes rationing might be over, but some things were still rare. A young woman descended from the driver's seat, her dress riding up in a tantalizing manner as she did so. She shut the door of the Caddy, smoothed her skirts down, and came toward him. She had honey-colored hair that she wore in a long pageboy and a naturally melancholy cast to her face, unless she smiled. There were certainly prettier girls around, but on the other hand, besides those legs, she had the best rack he'd ever seen.
"Hello, Gene. Hello, Albert," she said, noticing Gene's colleague. "I'm going out, but Aunt Clara wanted me to stop in and ask you if you were staying at the house or going home to your family tonight." She smiled.
As quickly as that, Gene made his decision. "I reckon I'm staying in," he said. "Tell Miss Clara I'll see her after work."
"Will do," the young woman said. "I'll see you at supper, then." She smiled at him, turned around and went back to her car, her skirt swishing around her legs and her round rump swaying gently as she walked. As the car backed out, he turned his attention back to his work. He wondered why women had to truss themselves up in these torturous-looking underpinnings that might just as well be made out of steel plate, like the armor the knights of old wore, and kept them from looking natural in their clothes. He much preferred the way her breasts looked under her dressing gown, when he passed her in the hall in the mornings when everyone was just getting up. They seemed to shift and strain at the satin cloth of the robe as if they were live things, longing for fresh air, and if it was cold, her nipples—about the size of 3/8" acorn nuts, he thought—sprang out in vivid relief. He could almost imagine the weight and density of those fine Zeppelin breasts in his hands, the nipples pointing up in his palms—
"Boy, you're gapping that plug way too wide," Albert said. "Mr. Beck's car ain't gonna start nohow like that. And you better adjust yourself, before ever'body else in here sees what you're thinkin' about." He looked pointedly at Gene's lap, where the front of his pants was being tented by an all too obvious hard-on. Gene blushed and shifted the treacherous object into a less obtrusive position and tried to quit thinking impure thoughts. They'd gotten him in enough trouble already.
Cora was Matt Haller's niece, the child of his brother, who was an indirect casualty of WWI. He had been exposed to gas in Aisne and his lungs had never been any good after that; when the flu epidemic hit, he caught it too, and he died. When a few years later, his wife also died, Matt and Clara took their child to raise. The girl had a right to look melancholy, even so; except for her uncle and aunt's care, she had received some unlucky breaks: orphaned by WWI, she had been widowed by WWII. The last thing her husband had done before going off to Europe was to get her pregnant, but she lost the baby.
As she was young and healthy, she soon recovered from the miscarriage physically, but she was depressed for a while after. Sometimes Gene would bring her a cup of tea, when he was in the house, or something funny from a magazine or paper that he had cut out, to cheer her up, and they became friends as they never could have when they were younger. To a boy, a girl two or three years older seemed as distant as the moon. One evening, to his astonished pleasure, he found himself walking with her to the drugstore—she said she was in the mood for ice cream, and asked him if he wanted to come along. It was Saturday, and a few of his ex-classmates were in there with their dates. He wondered if anybody would think this little expedition was a date. She disabused him of that idea when the Sundaes came and he began to get out his wallet.
"Put your money away, Gene," she said. "You don't have to get my ice cream. I'm getting it for both of us. It was my idea." Gene put his money away. It was plain that she didn't think it was a date. He began to relax.
That was last year, but now everything was different. And it was his fault.
On summer Sundays, very little happened. There was hardly anywhere to go, and in the heat of the day, everything and everybody shut down. After dinner was finished and cleared away, it was a good time to take a nap. It was too hot to do anything else. That was what Matt and Clara were doing, and Gene presumed that Cora was doing the same thing. He was feeling sleepy, himself, but he was also thinking about the peach pie they'd had for dessert; he had turned down a second piece, and now he was wishing he hadn't. He padded into the kitchen in his trousers, undershirt, and no shoes, and got another piece of pie, which he ate standing up next to the sink, looking out the window. When he was done he put the pie back in the pie safe and rinsed his plate and fork, putting them on the drain board to dry.
His place was at the end of the hall; one then turned right and went up a short staircase to a tiny landing. Cora's room was just opposite the passage. The latch to her door was bad; unless she closed it hard, leaned on it and listened for the click of the latch to make sure it had caught, it came open, and since nothing in an old house was quite level, the door would swing a little ajar. She had been after both the men in the house to do something about it—after all, she said, a pair of ace mechanics ought to be equal to fixing a doorknob—but so far nobody had got around to it.
Gene paused at the end of the dim corridor. She'd probably meant to close the door this time, and as usual the latch had slipped out and the door fallen open. He thought maybe he should pull it to for her. As he stepped forward to grab the knob, he saw into Cora's room. And all thought of pulling the door to completely fled his mind.
She was reclining in a chair of peach-colored velvet, her aqua blue satin dressing gown fallen open. Her naked body was everything that he had been wondering about or could have hoped for, from her luscious breasts to her tiny waist to her well-shaped legs, which were parted and spread wide, to reveal...well, more than he was expecting. Her luxuriant bush was a shade or two darker than her hair, and in its midst, like the flesh of a splitting-ripe fruit, her cunt swelled and glistened. Growing up on a farm, he had seen the parts of various female animals, in heat or not, and although he'd never had a clear look at a human female's parts before, he saw more similarities than differences. What he had not expected to see was the fingers of her right hand skidding wetly over all this suddenly complicated and exotic flesh, now slipping into her vagina, now parting over and bracketing the bud-like nub of her clitoris. While he watched, entranced, she brought forth from the folds of her robe a thick, partially-used candle, the blunt end of which she first slid up and down her slit, and then plunged halfway up inside her. She slowly began to slide it in and out. His gaze shifted between the utterly fascinating way the dark-rose inner lips of her pussy yielded and then clung to the white shaft of the candle, and the concentrated, inward look on her face.
He had taken for granted that Cora grieved over the loss of her child and missed the companionship of her husband. It had not occurred to him that she missed anything else.
His cock had sprung into ferocious readiness with the speed of a fire hose filling up, and was straining against the front of his trousers. He was barely breathing as he watched the woman's hips rocking to meet the thrusts of the candle, the long muscles of her thighs flexing, faster and faster. A few more thrusts, and she jammed the candle up and in a final time, and her body abruptly pronated and stiffened. Contractions rippled up the muscles of her belly. He heard the heavy panting of her breath.
He thought that if he didn't come himself, he would die. There wasn't time even to shove his hand down his pants, let alone open them; he grabbed his cock from the outside, and the encircling pressure of his hand was enough. He gasped as his climax slammed through his body. At that time, Cora relaxed, spent, and then looked up to realize that her door was open. Wild-eyed, she yanked the candle out and shoved it down the side of the chair, and was on her feet, her robe wrapped tightly around her body. It was just a few steps from there to her door, but, he thought afterward, there should have been time to get away. He didn't. He couldn't. She jerked the door open and there he was, hapless, helpless to do anything but what he was doing, gripping his cock which was pulsating wildly in his hand and making a spreading stain on the front of his trousers. She looked at him, her eyes wide, her face flushing; when the door banged shut in his face—and that time she put her shoulder to it and it clicked—he was able to move. He was back in his apartment so quickly he couldn't remember how he'd gotten there.
For a little while he stood with his back to his door as if something or someone were after him, trembling with shock and embarrassment. Despite the heavy warmth of the room, he felt cold. For several minutes he remained like that, waiting for the world to end.
Evidence, he thought. He had to get rid of the evidence. Making sure that his own door was locked, he stripped off his lower garments, feeling his spunk already cooling, congealing, and causing his boxers to cleave to the end of his abashed dick. He put on a pair of clean ones and threw the soiled trousers and underwear into the sink in his small kitchen, running hot water onto them. He attacked the clothing with soap flakes and a scrubbing brush, obsessed with the idea that no one must see the evidence of what he had done. Usually Mrs. Haller was kind enough to wash his clothing if he left them in a basket outside his door, but not these, no, never these. When he was sure the clothes were clean, he wrung as much water out of them as he could and hung them over a chair, and his window sill, to dry. He lay down on his bed in his underwear, looking up at the ceiling without really seeing it. His mind was a whirling chaos of images and fragmented suppositions. He'd never considered that a woman might have a need to do—that—the way a man did. He'd thought that girls were somehow...above all that. If some of them were not, maybe none of them was. It hardly bore thinking about.
He thought of Cora's face when she had opened her door and seen him, and wondered what she must be thinking of him. Was she thinking he was some kind of pervert, some kind of peeping tom? In a way, he was, but he hadn't looked at her on purpose. He just hadn't been able to look away. Would she tell on him? Surely not, when he had seen her as well...but it wasn't as if he would say anything.
For the next several days when they met each other in the house, they could hardly look at each other. Gene noticed the Hallers looking at both of them with puzzlement and a little concern, and dreaded the moment when one or the other of them would demand some kind of explanation from him. They would not have been the only ones. He could use a few explanations, himself; he wished there were someone he could talk to. Anybody he worked with was out of the question. The priest? He hadn't been to confession since he'd left home, and he would be doing penance from now until next summer. He thought briefly of talking to his father, or his brother. One was a possibility, although Anton would probably just remind him that blue-balledness was a natural condition for a man of his station of life, as surely as a flower had to be a bud first. As for Adam...he used to be a romantic, falling in love at least once a year, but the war had changed him. There was a woman, a good-looking widow who lived between Koenigsburg and the next town, who would let certain gentlemen call on her and spend the night, as long as they understood that they were to leave money on her dresser the next morning...That was the kind of advice his older brother would give him. It wasn't his business, but it seemed to Gene like an unsatisfactory way to operate. That left his sister, so a couple of Sundays after this event had taken place, he borrowed one of the garage cars and went to his brother-in-law's farm. He found Dennis there alone.
"It's Sunday!" he said. "What's she doing out on calls?"
"It's not like animals know to put off being sick until Monday. Well, Dr. Muldaur promised to take her into his practice, and it looks like that starts with taking over his Sunday business. She gave me a list of where she was going to be..." He pulled a piece of paper out of his shirt pocket. "Looks like you're going to have to chase her down. You want me to come with you?"
"You don't have to," Gene said, "unless you just want to see her."
"That's all right," Dennis said with a grin. "I know she's coming home."
He ran her down at the Elsings' farm, where she was examining a horse. She looked surprised to see him. "You look a little down in the mouth," she said. "What's going on with you?" She gave him a sharp look. "Something bothering you? Tell me about it. But it'll cost you." Gene looked at her questioningly. "Just hold this beast's head while I get this dose of medicine down him, will you?"
She listened while he related his story, one corner of her mouth twitching. "Well, blow me down," she said when he was done. "And here I thought you'd made up your mind to die young." "It's not funny," Gene said. "If Mr. Haller had caught me, I would have died young."
"You know what I mean. You were always the good kid of us three. I must say, when you decide to bust loose, you do it up brown. Anyway, he didn't catch you and he won't find out unless she tells him, and I'd bet a week's pay she won't do that. You've got a Mexican standoff here. Another thing: for all you know, she could have been thinking about you..."
"That's crazy," Gene said. "She thinks I'm a kid."
"Do you think so? You're not, you know." She was right. Now that high school was behind them, he and his classmates were sorting themselves out into what they would be doing with their lives; some, to work their family's land, some to take jobs in town, some to college or the military. Many of them had paired off already. He was keeping his eyes and his options open. As the best-behaved of the Wanzack kids, he'd had his share of pleasant dates, but the older he got, the more he found that some of the girls' parents were giving them The Talk—the one that invariably included the phrase, "His folks are good, good people, but..." But. But. The family's obscure eastern European origins, and their eccentricity. The fact that they worked the land, and didn't live in town. Maybe he should have considered going to college. Trouble was, when he thought of it, he couldn't see himself there. He couldn't imagine anything at a university as interesting and challenging as working on cars. The other men in the shop made enough money to live decently and support a family. Now that he was through with school, he was working more hours and starting to make more money, most of which he banked. He was saving up for a car of his own...
Albert Reems, one of the other mechanics, said, "Hey, Gene, have you decided where you're going to stay tonight?"
"I guess I have till the end of the day to do that," he said as he adjusted the gap on a plug.
He had two choices: he could either stay in town, in his apartment in Matthew Haller's home behind the garage, or he could go home to his parents' farm, outside of town. Going home had its appeal; his mother was a good cook, and the whole family would be there. During the war, they had been one short on Christmas, as his older brother Adam had been in France and England, mostly disabling unexploded bombs and mortars that had landed in people's back yards, but he was home now. Zandra and her husband would probably drop in themselves. Zandra was not the most domestic of wives, and if she could eat someone else's cooking on Christmas Eve as well as Christmas Day, she would. Later on Christmas Day they would visit Uncle Victor and Aunt Ruby and their bunch.
The very things that made going home appealing were also a good reason to stay where he was.
He had been living in the Hallers' home since the summer of '43; Haller had persuaded Anton Wanzack to let him learn all he could teach him about the art, science and business of car repair, and pointed out that if Gene lived on the premises, it would save Anton having to carry him back and forth every morning and evening. He spent so much time in the garage as it was that he might as well hang around and get paid into the bargain. Anton had consented under the condition that Gene stayed in high school long enough to graduate; it puzzled and irked him that a kid of his should be uninterested in higher education when he'd had to fight his father for every day of schooling he had. Zandra had been to veterinary school and Adam was majoring in electrical engineering at UT. Further, he saw the arrangement as an apprenticeship, pure and simple, and an Old World, old-fashioned way of doing things. But he figured he'd have better luck hanging onto the south end of a northbound bull, to keep Gene on the farm.
Gene's apartment had a rudimentary kitchen, but he had hardly used it in the three years he'd been there; Matthew and Clara Haller expected from the outset that he would take his meals with them, and he dined heartily on food that had a hearty, European, pre-War solidity and plentitude. Adam, who stayed thin as a rail no matter what he ate, had warned him in one of his letters not to get fat. Gene wasn't worried. Taking out and re-installing engines, differentials and transmissions, and wrestling tires on and off their rims was enough to keep any man fit. And he had reveled in the attention he received from the couple, as if he were the son they'd never had; he hadn't realized how much he had craved this until he got it. He had often felt shuffled aside, a mere spectator to the crisis and drama that just naturally seemed to blow up around his siblings.
And then there was that special bond between them; not that they tried to leave him out; they just did, they couldn't help it, for all that they would back him up in a fight. The closeness had worried Anton and Marie; they felt it was intense to the point of being...well, unhealthy. But the plain fact was, neither of them was the other's type: the women Adam looked at were girlier than Zandra had ever been or could be on her best day; and Zandra had married her type—big and brawny and strong enough to overpower her physically if he wanted to, but easygoing, and with all due respect to Dennis, he was a good man—not quite as intelligent as she was. It was this, Gene thought, which kept them off each other, more than fear of hellfire.
While he was musing on these matters, a black 1940 Caddy purred into the garage. Gene looked up. The door opened, and out from the car, first of all, issued a pair of slender, well-turned legs, taut and shining in one of the few pairs of nylon stockings existing in Koenigsburg; clothes rationing might be over, but some things were still rare. A young woman descended from the driver's seat, her dress riding up in a tantalizing manner as she did so. She shut the door of the Caddy, smoothed her skirts down, and came toward him. She had honey-colored hair that she wore in a long pageboy and a naturally melancholy cast to her face, unless she smiled. There were certainly prettier girls around, but on the other hand, besides those legs, she had the best rack he'd ever seen.
"Hello, Gene. Hello, Albert," she said, noticing Gene's colleague. "I'm going out, but Aunt Clara wanted me to stop in and ask you if you were staying at the house or going home to your family tonight." She smiled.
As quickly as that, Gene made his decision. "I reckon I'm staying in," he said. "Tell Miss Clara I'll see her after work."
"Will do," the young woman said. "I'll see you at supper, then." She smiled at him, turned around and went back to her car, her skirt swishing around her legs and her round rump swaying gently as she walked. As the car backed out, he turned his attention back to his work. He wondered why women had to truss themselves up in these torturous-looking underpinnings that might just as well be made out of steel plate, like the armor the knights of old wore, and kept them from looking natural in their clothes. He much preferred the way her breasts looked under her dressing gown, when he passed her in the hall in the mornings when everyone was just getting up. They seemed to shift and strain at the satin cloth of the robe as if they were live things, longing for fresh air, and if it was cold, her nipples—about the size of 3/8" acorn nuts, he thought—sprang out in vivid relief. He could almost imagine the weight and density of those fine Zeppelin breasts in his hands, the nipples pointing up in his palms—
"Boy, you're gapping that plug way too wide," Albert said. "Mr. Beck's car ain't gonna start nohow like that. And you better adjust yourself, before ever'body else in here sees what you're thinkin' about." He looked pointedly at Gene's lap, where the front of his pants was being tented by an all too obvious hard-on. Gene blushed and shifted the treacherous object into a less obtrusive position and tried to quit thinking impure thoughts. They'd gotten him in enough trouble already.
Cora was Matt Haller's niece, the child of his brother, who was an indirect casualty of WWI. He had been exposed to gas in Aisne and his lungs had never been any good after that; when the flu epidemic hit, he caught it too, and he died. When a few years later, his wife also died, Matt and Clara took their child to raise. The girl had a right to look melancholy, even so; except for her uncle and aunt's care, she had received some unlucky breaks: orphaned by WWI, she had been widowed by WWII. The last thing her husband had done before going off to Europe was to get her pregnant, but she lost the baby.
As she was young and healthy, she soon recovered from the miscarriage physically, but she was depressed for a while after. Sometimes Gene would bring her a cup of tea, when he was in the house, or something funny from a magazine or paper that he had cut out, to cheer her up, and they became friends as they never could have when they were younger. To a boy, a girl two or three years older seemed as distant as the moon. One evening, to his astonished pleasure, he found himself walking with her to the drugstore—she said she was in the mood for ice cream, and asked him if he wanted to come along. It was Saturday, and a few of his ex-classmates were in there with their dates. He wondered if anybody would think this little expedition was a date. She disabused him of that idea when the Sundaes came and he began to get out his wallet.
"Put your money away, Gene," she said. "You don't have to get my ice cream. I'm getting it for both of us. It was my idea." Gene put his money away. It was plain that she didn't think it was a date. He began to relax.
That was last year, but now everything was different. And it was his fault.
On summer Sundays, very little happened. There was hardly anywhere to go, and in the heat of the day, everything and everybody shut down. After dinner was finished and cleared away, it was a good time to take a nap. It was too hot to do anything else. That was what Matt and Clara were doing, and Gene presumed that Cora was doing the same thing. He was feeling sleepy, himself, but he was also thinking about the peach pie they'd had for dessert; he had turned down a second piece, and now he was wishing he hadn't. He padded into the kitchen in his trousers, undershirt, and no shoes, and got another piece of pie, which he ate standing up next to the sink, looking out the window. When he was done he put the pie back in the pie safe and rinsed his plate and fork, putting them on the drain board to dry.
His place was at the end of the hall; one then turned right and went up a short staircase to a tiny landing. Cora's room was just opposite the passage. The latch to her door was bad; unless she closed it hard, leaned on it and listened for the click of the latch to make sure it had caught, it came open, and since nothing in an old house was quite level, the door would swing a little ajar. She had been after both the men in the house to do something about it—after all, she said, a pair of ace mechanics ought to be equal to fixing a doorknob—but so far nobody had got around to it.
Gene paused at the end of the dim corridor. She'd probably meant to close the door this time, and as usual the latch had slipped out and the door fallen open. He thought maybe he should pull it to for her. As he stepped forward to grab the knob, he saw into Cora's room. And all thought of pulling the door to completely fled his mind.
She was reclining in a chair of peach-colored velvet, her aqua blue satin dressing gown fallen open. Her naked body was everything that he had been wondering about or could have hoped for, from her luscious breasts to her tiny waist to her well-shaped legs, which were parted and spread wide, to reveal...well, more than he was expecting. Her luxuriant bush was a shade or two darker than her hair, and in its midst, like the flesh of a splitting-ripe fruit, her cunt swelled and glistened. Growing up on a farm, he had seen the parts of various female animals, in heat or not, and although he'd never had a clear look at a human female's parts before, he saw more similarities than differences. What he had not expected to see was the fingers of her right hand skidding wetly over all this suddenly complicated and exotic flesh, now slipping into her vagina, now parting over and bracketing the bud-like nub of her clitoris. While he watched, entranced, she brought forth from the folds of her robe a thick, partially-used candle, the blunt end of which she first slid up and down her slit, and then plunged halfway up inside her. She slowly began to slide it in and out. His gaze shifted between the utterly fascinating way the dark-rose inner lips of her pussy yielded and then clung to the white shaft of the candle, and the concentrated, inward look on her face.
He had taken for granted that Cora grieved over the loss of her child and missed the companionship of her husband. It had not occurred to him that she missed anything else.
His cock had sprung into ferocious readiness with the speed of a fire hose filling up, and was straining against the front of his trousers. He was barely breathing as he watched the woman's hips rocking to meet the thrusts of the candle, the long muscles of her thighs flexing, faster and faster. A few more thrusts, and she jammed the candle up and in a final time, and her body abruptly pronated and stiffened. Contractions rippled up the muscles of her belly. He heard the heavy panting of her breath.
He thought that if he didn't come himself, he would die. There wasn't time even to shove his hand down his pants, let alone open them; he grabbed his cock from the outside, and the encircling pressure of his hand was enough. He gasped as his climax slammed through his body. At that time, Cora relaxed, spent, and then looked up to realize that her door was open. Wild-eyed, she yanked the candle out and shoved it down the side of the chair, and was on her feet, her robe wrapped tightly around her body. It was just a few steps from there to her door, but, he thought afterward, there should have been time to get away. He didn't. He couldn't. She jerked the door open and there he was, hapless, helpless to do anything but what he was doing, gripping his cock which was pulsating wildly in his hand and making a spreading stain on the front of his trousers. She looked at him, her eyes wide, her face flushing; when the door banged shut in his face—and that time she put her shoulder to it and it clicked—he was able to move. He was back in his apartment so quickly he couldn't remember how he'd gotten there.
For a little while he stood with his back to his door as if something or someone were after him, trembling with shock and embarrassment. Despite the heavy warmth of the room, he felt cold. For several minutes he remained like that, waiting for the world to end.
Evidence, he thought. He had to get rid of the evidence. Making sure that his own door was locked, he stripped off his lower garments, feeling his spunk already cooling, congealing, and causing his boxers to cleave to the end of his abashed dick. He put on a pair of clean ones and threw the soiled trousers and underwear into the sink in his small kitchen, running hot water onto them. He attacked the clothing with soap flakes and a scrubbing brush, obsessed with the idea that no one must see the evidence of what he had done. Usually Mrs. Haller was kind enough to wash his clothing if he left them in a basket outside his door, but not these, no, never these. When he was sure the clothes were clean, he wrung as much water out of them as he could and hung them over a chair, and his window sill, to dry. He lay down on his bed in his underwear, looking up at the ceiling without really seeing it. His mind was a whirling chaos of images and fragmented suppositions. He'd never considered that a woman might have a need to do—that—the way a man did. He'd thought that girls were somehow...above all that. If some of them were not, maybe none of them was. It hardly bore thinking about.
He thought of Cora's face when she had opened her door and seen him, and wondered what she must be thinking of him. Was she thinking he was some kind of pervert, some kind of peeping tom? In a way, he was, but he hadn't looked at her on purpose. He just hadn't been able to look away. Would she tell on him? Surely not, when he had seen her as well...but it wasn't as if he would say anything.
For the next several days when they met each other in the house, they could hardly look at each other. Gene noticed the Hallers looking at both of them with puzzlement and a little concern, and dreaded the moment when one or the other of them would demand some kind of explanation from him. They would not have been the only ones. He could use a few explanations, himself; he wished there were someone he could talk to. Anybody he worked with was out of the question. The priest? He hadn't been to confession since he'd left home, and he would be doing penance from now until next summer. He thought briefly of talking to his father, or his brother. One was a possibility, although Anton would probably just remind him that blue-balledness was a natural condition for a man of his station of life, as surely as a flower had to be a bud first. As for Adam...he used to be a romantic, falling in love at least once a year, but the war had changed him. There was a woman, a good-looking widow who lived between Koenigsburg and the next town, who would let certain gentlemen call on her and spend the night, as long as they understood that they were to leave money on her dresser the next morning...That was the kind of advice his older brother would give him. It wasn't his business, but it seemed to Gene like an unsatisfactory way to operate. That left his sister, so a couple of Sundays after this event had taken place, he borrowed one of the garage cars and went to his brother-in-law's farm. He found Dennis there alone.
"It's Sunday!" he said. "What's she doing out on calls?"
"It's not like animals know to put off being sick until Monday. Well, Dr. Muldaur promised to take her into his practice, and it looks like that starts with taking over his Sunday business. She gave me a list of where she was going to be..." He pulled a piece of paper out of his shirt pocket. "Looks like you're going to have to chase her down. You want me to come with you?"
"You don't have to," Gene said, "unless you just want to see her."
"That's all right," Dennis said with a grin. "I know she's coming home."
He ran her down at the Elsings' farm, where she was examining a horse. She looked surprised to see him. "You look a little down in the mouth," she said. "What's going on with you?" She gave him a sharp look. "Something bothering you? Tell me about it. But it'll cost you." Gene looked at her questioningly. "Just hold this beast's head while I get this dose of medicine down him, will you?"
She listened while he related his story, one corner of her mouth twitching. "Well, blow me down," she said when he was done. "And here I thought you'd made up your mind to die young." "It's not funny," Gene said. "If Mr. Haller had caught me, I would have died young."
"You know what I mean. You were always the good kid of us three. I must say, when you decide to bust loose, you do it up brown. Anyway, he didn't catch you and he won't find out unless she tells him, and I'd bet a week's pay she won't do that. You've got a Mexican standoff here. Another thing: for all you know, she could have been thinking about you..."
"That's crazy," Gene said. "She thinks I'm a kid."
"Do you think so? You're not, you know." She was right. Now that high school was behind them, he and his classmates were sorting themselves out into what they would be doing with their lives; some, to work their family's land, some to take jobs in town, some to college or the military. Many of them had paired off already. He was keeping his eyes and his options open. As the best-behaved of the Wanzack kids, he'd had his share of pleasant dates, but the older he got, the more he found that some of the girls' parents were giving them The Talk—the one that invariably included the phrase, "His folks are good, good people, but..." But. But. The family's obscure eastern European origins, and their eccentricity. The fact that they worked the land, and didn't live in town. Maybe he should have considered going to college. Trouble was, when he thought of it, he couldn't see himself there. He couldn't imagine anything at a university as interesting and challenging as working on cars. The other men in the shop made enough money to live decently and support a family. Now that he was through with school, he was working more hours and starting to make more money, most of which he banked. He was saving up for a car of his own...
Tis Better to Give AND Receive
I finished setting up dinner in the living room with candles, pillows and soft music. I stretched out on my couch to await Al, who I had been going out with for several weeks. Al had the ability to make every part of me feel so incredibly and insatiably sexy and irresistible. The way he looked at me, touched me and kissed me drove me totally wild for him. I had so much fun with him. I loved it when I could get him so heated up that he couldn't help but lose all control with me. I remembered when I had finally gotten him to tell me his hottest fantasy: to come across a hot girl on the beach and fuck her right there on the spot. I loved getting him to tell me more of his desires and lusts when we touched and played together.
I hoped that what I had planned for him would exceed his wildest dreams. I wanted it to be his hottest night ever. My outfit was a sheer, light blue, low-cut, blouse and a sheer, pearl white, knee length skirt. No bra or panties. And barefoot. I wanted him to be completely overcome with raw, burning, male lust for me the moment he walked through my door.
I couldn't help but become more and more aroused from anticipation as I laid on my couch. I imagined him atop me as I caressed my pantiless mound and watched my nipples harden with desire through my blouse. I could almost feel his thrusting weight above me.
Then he knocked. I jumped up and straightened myself. My heart all but leaped from me. I opened the door and there he was. His eyes popped as he saw me. He wrapped his arms around me and we kissed. Our mouths conformed passionately and hungrily. His hands slowly slid down my back and squeezed my softly veiled buns, pulling my hips firmly against his as we kissed. I loved it.
He stepped back to look at me. "Do you know what you do to me?" he asked. "I have an idea," I answered beaming as I kissed him again and reached down and lightly squeezed his pants.
I escorted him to our dinner. We sat on the floor on pillows against the front of the couch, with the coffee table set before us. But we hadn't kissed enough. Our mouths met again and roamed sensuously as our hands slowly caressed, rediscovering each other. He squeezed my aroused breasts as his kisses covered my face and neck and shoulders. I lightly thumbed the length of his trapped, stiff cock as we necked. I knew it would be difficult for us to make it through dinner.
Breaking from our kissing I served us and we ate. I lasted about two-thirds through dinner before I couldn't wait any longer. I touched my mouth to his as my hand slid up his thigh and slowly unzipped him. I freed his marvelous flesh.
"Don't let me disturb your dinner," I said coyly as I tucked my cheek against his shoulder. My eyes devoured his full, long, cock hardened for me. I slid my fingers down his shaft adoringly, coating it with his slippery precum. I wanted it in me right then. I desired its distinct rim, and loved how it felt in my hand. My cunt literally felt it pounding into me already. I went down and took him in my mouth for a nice long taste, and ending with a playful kiss to its tip.
He snuggled up to me and buried his face into my neck. He brushed a hand across an aroused nipple on its way to my legs. With his palm sliding up between my legs he felt my intense, wet desire for him. He slowly laid me back as I opened my legs further.
"Just what's on your mind, Al?" I asked as I undid his belt and played with his balls and cock.
"Giving a girl what she wants," he said as he pulled my blouse up over my head, fully exposing my breasts for him.
I wrapped my arms around him and combed my fingers through his slightly curly hair as he laid over me. I inhaled as his tip penetrated me and stroked the length of my burning channel. I slid my hands up under his shirt and caressed his hairy chest as he pleasured me. I lifted his shirt up over his able shoulders, then slid my hands down his back and under his pants and squeezed his tight, thrusting buns.
"You like it like this, don't you?" he said, stroking me.
"Uh, huh," I uttered, biting my lower lip. "I love it when you don't ask."
"I might just take you more often," he said.
"Talk is cheep," I taunted, puckering a kiss.
I held his shoulders and arms firmly and pushed them over to my side, letting him slip out of me. I laid him on his back and climbed atop him. With an open lipped, teasing smile I watched his face as I slowly slid my wet pussy down his firm tummy. I let my cunt take its time finding his tip. I stroked the underside of his cock with my heat a few times teasingly, then gave his tip a few pussy kisses as he squirmed hungrily. With a determined expression I slid down his shaft hard, watching his expression change from tortured to pleasured. I picked up the pace and ground him hard. I loved the intensity of his expression when I ground him. He cupped and played with his girl's aroused, nipples. I leaned forward so he could suck as I rode. His hands slid up and down my sides in time with my motion as he licked my tits.
"You like 'em, don't you?" I asked proudly.
"I'd suck them anywhere," he responded.
"I'm gonna go around braless, then."
"You'll have to suck me off constantly," he moaned, writhing from my cunt.
"I see us in a store," I said dreamily as I stroked him. "You look at me the way you do that makes me moisten. Then we dash to an empty aisle where you lift my blouse and suck. Oh, man. But then we'd wanna fuck. Where would we?"
"We'd run to the stockroom," he said. "I'd bend you over and shoot a hard quickie into your slutty pussy."
"As long as you drove me right home and fucked me right," I said smiling.
He smiled and brushed his thumbs across my nipples, making me do him all the faster and harder. After a few more strokes I pulled off him and slid down for some nice tasting treats. I bobbed up and down his length as his body squirmed and writhed beneath me.
"Ever wanna fuck two girls at once?" I asked between sucks.
"You're such a naughty girl tonight."
"You make me naughty," I said with some long, slutty licks curling around him.
"Come," I asked, kneeling upright and extending my hands. "Come to the kitchen for dessert."
"But—" he moaned with a horribly tortured expression.
"Before we get too hungry."
"Girl, you're lucky I don't throw you to the floor and fuck you right here."
"I know," I said smiling. "I love it!" I said kneeling before him with my hands extended. He finally stood up before me. I helped him off with his pants and socks as I kissed the side and tip of his stick playfully. He turned me around and unbuttoned my skirt and slipped it off me. I lead him by the hand to my kitchen.
"You're incredible," he said as I opened the refrigerator. He stood behind me and held me tightly, squeezing my breasts and pressing his slippery cock into my back. I retrieved the sliced peaches and ice cream from the fridge and served us.
"I can't believe how hard you make me. Such firm ass and tits. So hot, so ready, so tight, such a tease."
I smiled back and puckered a kiss for him. "And I'm having a blast, just so you know. Follow me."
I carried the bowls to my bedroom. He followed, cupping my buns before him as we went. I placed the bowls on the bed and lay onto my tummy and elbows. I opened my legs and took a bite of ice cream. He kneeled between my knees and licked my ass and bung for a few luscious minutes. Then he rubbed his tip up and down my ass until it worked through my bung. He stroked his full length into me. He moaned as he rammed steadily and firmly over and over. It's incredible how deep it felt in me.
"Show me what your naughtiest girls get," I slutted.
The bed rocked with each pounding thrust. Finally his able, magnificent dick turned to that rock-hard state just before a guy releases. He held is breath for a second then groaned and jerked as he shot hard and deep into my deserving ass. He pumped and pumped, filling me with his hot, slippery, pulsing cream. He reached forward and gripped my breasts as he squirted, clamping his entire body around me as he came deep in me. Finally he relaxed and pumped slowly again, letting me feel his pleasing rim stroke me. He collapsed atop me. The heat of his body felt good on my back and ass. "Thank you, I liked that very much," I said smiling as I took another bite.
"Wanna get your strength back?" I asked as I passed his dessert to him. He ate a few bites with his hot stick still in me. He finally rolled off me as I turned and kissed his cool, cream-coated lips. I petted his dick as he ate.
"I feel like I've been too greedy tonight," I said, pretending to feel badly. "I think after all this you deserve to have some real fun tonight."
"Real fun?!" he exclaimed. "Do you have any idea how hot your ass—"
"It's a warm, clear night," I said, interrupting him. "Let's go to the beach."
"Now?"
"Sure, but not to swim," I said with a sly grin.
"Really?" he asked eagerly.
I whispered into his ear, "Wanna fuck a girl on the beach tonight?"
He responded by setting aside his bowl and rolling me onto my back. He crawled down between my legs and scooped his cooled tongue deep into my pussy, taking my breath away. "The thought of you getting fucked on the beach makes me hornier than ever," he said.
I tried to sit up but he pushed me back down and drove his face deeper into my frisky muff. My body arched and my knees lifted as he continued relentlessly to pleasure me. My hands gripped the sheets and my entire body tightened in pleasure. My breathing quickened. He alternated between hard and soft licks and sucks until he took me over that pleasurable, exciting edge and gave me a glorious, moaning, writhing, hot orgasm.
"Now you can sit up," he whispered proudly, licking his lips.
I sat up and French kissed him in appreciation. "Thank you," I said. Our mouths again kissed passionately.
"But what shall I wear?" he asked.
"What you wore tonight, minus your shoes." I got up and opened my second dresser drawer. "I'll just wear this."
Al looked incredulous. The Yankees t-shirt half covered my drenched muff. "What else does a girl need on the beach?" I asked. He smiled and leaned back and held out his hard dick for me to suck—which I did happily.
My mouth popped off of him before he came, and with another 'she's incredible expression' on his face we held hands to the living room where he put on his polo shirt and slacks. I grabbed a blanket from my closet. I also grabbed an extra little special item for our pleasure which I hid in the blanket. Then out to his car we went.
As he drove off he grinned at my nipples poking through my t-shirt. "I dare you to take that off," he taunted. Without hesitation I slipped it off and tossed it in the back seat proudly.
"There," he said as he opened my legs as he drove. "That's just the way every hot girl should ride." I leaned back the seat a bit. "You're gonna make me cum just by looking at you there like that," he said.
"Well, drive then. Don't look at me. Or, pull over and fuck," I said playfully as I reached over and felt his nice desire for me. I knew he wanted to see me nude out in public. When his pants got well-wet I unzipped him and kept his precum nicely licked up for him.
Al turned off the highway and drove as I directed down the frontage road past our Long Island Jones Beach and on to Robert Moses Park, a clothing optional beach. I had him park close to a large rock outcropping.
Al walked around the car and opened my door as I reached back and grabbed the blanket. A bare, smooth, female form emerged from the car. "You're just gonna strip and fuck me anyway," I said. Al smiled as he took my hand and we walked to the sand. We walked around the rocky outcropping to a nice sandy spot where I spread out the blanket. We seemed to have the area to ourselves.
The air was warm and fresh. The sand felt good under our feet. We sat down on the blanket. I leaned back against my arms, with my legs straight out in front of me. I felt like the sexiest woman in the world. Al kneeled down beside me. I helped him off with his shirt and pants. I played and kissed at every opportunity.
We made out passionately. We touched and aroused and played together in so many positions. I especially loved it when we played our little game where how ever he licked and sucked my cunt, I licked and sucked his cock, and vice versa. We had so much fun.
He finally kneeled between my legs and licked my slit like never before. I couldn't contain my moans. My hips rocked against his hot tongue. I gripped the blanket and arched my back as my entire body filled with hot pleasure. I could hardly breathe as his mouth sucked my clit and lips and vagina and ass and thighs relentlessly. I moaned in time with him. I knew that soon I'd experience the hottest climax I'd had in a long time. It kept building and building. I couldn't believe it. I begged him not to stop. He worked my cunt harder and faster until it finally came. My pussy poured into his slurping mouth. I cried out for him to fuck me. He climbed atop me and plunged deep into my slutty muff and fucked his girl hard and fast, pumping with all his might, keeping my climax hot and burning with his intense thrusts. His balls slapped me as he fucked the object of his desire. He took no time at all to cum, as if he wanted to cum with me. He stiffened and squirted hard as I thrashed beneath him. We both gasped as our raptures carried us away. He gradually slowed his thrusts. What a wondrous gift for a girl. Oh, man. I melted beneath him as he continued to stroke me slowly.
We laid back and enjoyed the stars and the sounds of the night beach. It was sweet to just lie with him, caressing as we pleased.
"Al, would you do something for me right now?" I asked.
"I would do anything for you," he vowed.
"It's kinky."
"You?" he laughed.
"And don't ask why. Just do it for me." I pulled out the handkerchief from under the blanket behind me. "Where did you get THAT from?" he exclaimed.
"All hot girls are magic. Didn't you know that?" I asked. "Here, it's a blindfold," I perked as I tied it behind his head. "I want you do anything you wish to me: caress, taste, lick—just tell me what your lips and tongue and fingers and cheeks and arms and legs 'see' and feel. Let me 'see me' through touch and taste of me."
"This is so erotic," he said.
"Every girl has fantasized of this moment. Tonight it will come true for me because of you. Thank you."
He laid me back on my back. He spread out my arms and legs. "Now," he said, "if my eyes must be closed then yours must be also, got that?"
I closed them.
What he described exceeded my every dream. He softly kissed my right temple. As he then licked and sucked and kissed and touched down my body he said something like the following:
"Your temples, smooth, innocent, warm to my lips begging to be softly kissed. White, pure, like the skin of young virgins. Your ears, smooth, curved. Warm to nibble on. So soft, so tasty to lick. Behind your ears a secret place for my lips to play. Your hair, sweet, straight. Shinny brown, sexy, smart, just long enough to grace your soft shoulders. Combed back to highlight your sensuous ears, making your neck inviting to a man's lips, directing me to your nipples.
"Your neck. Sweet, soft, warm, conforming, inviting. My mouth can't stop kissing and sucking from your ears to your shoulders. Each part smoothly flowing to the next, each begging that my lips and tongue continue. Below your chin. So erotic, leading down to your breasts.
"The silkiness of your skin from your chin to your neck. The soft, conforming skin between your breasts. How warm it is. How my face sinks between them. How my dick lusts to fuck there. A play area for my hands and mouth.
"Your breasts. Full, firm, smooth, warm sculptures to lick and suck. The softness of your breasts compared to the hardness of their tips. Your nipples raise high when they are sucked. Round, pointed. My tongue loves to flick them when I suck in your tits. My lips cannot resist sucking them. The smooth, soft sides of your breasts suckable as well. My fingers feel the drenched wetness of the trail from my mouth covering your tits as they cup them, alternating between my mouth and hands. Hands and mouth and dick squirting up under your chin wanting both breasts at once. It is impossible to satisfy all of me as I devour your mounds that can never be consumed. My mind sees them before me day and night, ready for licking and sucking. I long to walk with you topless so all can see what a fuckable woman I have.
"Your sides, curving in towards your waist. Your arms, straight, firm. Giving way to what my body wants. Allowing me to fuck you as I wish, whenever I wish, however I wish. Your wrists so small, so thin, so fragile, incapable of stopping my lust anytime I wish to shoot into you. Your body to be fucked without asking, day or night, anywhere, and whenever I get hard or just wish to satisfy myself.
"Your fingers so fun to lick. Your fingers that caress my body and stroke my cock. Even when I'm spent into your ass or pussy they stroke me until I'm so hard I fuck you again. Your fingers that play with my balls as my tongue laps your nipples.
"Your hips so curved, your buns so firm, so lickable, so slapable, so suckable, so fuckable. Your buns to be exposed when I stand behind you and pull down your pants or skirt to see what I'm about to fuck. Your buns I see when I bend you over and lick or fuck or both…until my lust is spent."
He rolled me over onto my back.
"Your tummy that my cock loves to slide up and down upon, just to tease while you beg me to fuck your muff. Your mound, trimmed with just some hair above your clit. Dark hair, tasty. I love to tongue it around to drive you crazy while you crave my tongue into your cunt. I open your legs and lick beside your cunt. I move your vulva, your clitoris, the arousing parts of you that I love to gum and please and pleasure and taste and suck. Your pussy that gives me so much to drink. The more I suck, the more it gives me. Its flavors, its textures. How it gives way when my tongue thrusts deep, when I scoop deep to swallow more of your juice. Your cunt that grips and pulls at my cock as you fuck me. Your cunt that makes me longer and stiffer when it teases me, then lets me shoot all the harder and deeper into it for revenge. Your cunt that always welcomes my cock no matter where or when my cock wants to fuck.
"Your ass that I love to tongue when I spread your legs hard open. Your bung that's so tight, but that gives way when my tongue plays. Your buns so kissable when your on your back and your knees are pulled back against your breasts. I get to see what my dick will fuck, either your pussy or your ass…whichever I wish, whichever I desire. I take them for my pleasure and pound into you as I wish.
"Your legs so straight and long. My tongue loves to lick down them. My mouth loves to suck and leave its marks. Your thin ankles that I love to hold over your head as I ram into your tight ass.
"Your small feet that I love to suck and lick. Your feet, that when given the chance, stroke my dick so erotically.
"There is no part of you that I don't desire, that I don't wish to suck, that I don't wish to cover with my squirting cream. There is no part of you that I wish covered."
He turned me over onto my tummy again. He opened my legs and kneeled between them. He licked my ass crack and opened my cheeks hard. He thrusted his tongue into my bung and sucked my hole. He played and kissed and wetted and tongued."
"My angel of lust", he continued. "The touch of any part of you makes my cock want to shoot my lust deep in you. I cannot resist your ass." He put his tip against my bung and slid it in easily after all his licking. "You see, your ass grips my dick like nothing else…and your cavity craves to be filled with my sweet milk. I love the feel of your ass cheeks against my thighs when I fuck your ass."
I hoped that what I had planned for him would exceed his wildest dreams. I wanted it to be his hottest night ever. My outfit was a sheer, light blue, low-cut, blouse and a sheer, pearl white, knee length skirt. No bra or panties. And barefoot. I wanted him to be completely overcome with raw, burning, male lust for me the moment he walked through my door.
I couldn't help but become more and more aroused from anticipation as I laid on my couch. I imagined him atop me as I caressed my pantiless mound and watched my nipples harden with desire through my blouse. I could almost feel his thrusting weight above me.
Then he knocked. I jumped up and straightened myself. My heart all but leaped from me. I opened the door and there he was. His eyes popped as he saw me. He wrapped his arms around me and we kissed. Our mouths conformed passionately and hungrily. His hands slowly slid down my back and squeezed my softly veiled buns, pulling my hips firmly against his as we kissed. I loved it.
He stepped back to look at me. "Do you know what you do to me?" he asked. "I have an idea," I answered beaming as I kissed him again and reached down and lightly squeezed his pants.
I escorted him to our dinner. We sat on the floor on pillows against the front of the couch, with the coffee table set before us. But we hadn't kissed enough. Our mouths met again and roamed sensuously as our hands slowly caressed, rediscovering each other. He squeezed my aroused breasts as his kisses covered my face and neck and shoulders. I lightly thumbed the length of his trapped, stiff cock as we necked. I knew it would be difficult for us to make it through dinner.
Breaking from our kissing I served us and we ate. I lasted about two-thirds through dinner before I couldn't wait any longer. I touched my mouth to his as my hand slid up his thigh and slowly unzipped him. I freed his marvelous flesh.
"Don't let me disturb your dinner," I said coyly as I tucked my cheek against his shoulder. My eyes devoured his full, long, cock hardened for me. I slid my fingers down his shaft adoringly, coating it with his slippery precum. I wanted it in me right then. I desired its distinct rim, and loved how it felt in my hand. My cunt literally felt it pounding into me already. I went down and took him in my mouth for a nice long taste, and ending with a playful kiss to its tip.
He snuggled up to me and buried his face into my neck. He brushed a hand across an aroused nipple on its way to my legs. With his palm sliding up between my legs he felt my intense, wet desire for him. He slowly laid me back as I opened my legs further.
"Just what's on your mind, Al?" I asked as I undid his belt and played with his balls and cock.
"Giving a girl what she wants," he said as he pulled my blouse up over my head, fully exposing my breasts for him.
I wrapped my arms around him and combed my fingers through his slightly curly hair as he laid over me. I inhaled as his tip penetrated me and stroked the length of my burning channel. I slid my hands up under his shirt and caressed his hairy chest as he pleasured me. I lifted his shirt up over his able shoulders, then slid my hands down his back and under his pants and squeezed his tight, thrusting buns.
"You like it like this, don't you?" he said, stroking me.
"Uh, huh," I uttered, biting my lower lip. "I love it when you don't ask."
"I might just take you more often," he said.
"Talk is cheep," I taunted, puckering a kiss.
I held his shoulders and arms firmly and pushed them over to my side, letting him slip out of me. I laid him on his back and climbed atop him. With an open lipped, teasing smile I watched his face as I slowly slid my wet pussy down his firm tummy. I let my cunt take its time finding his tip. I stroked the underside of his cock with my heat a few times teasingly, then gave his tip a few pussy kisses as he squirmed hungrily. With a determined expression I slid down his shaft hard, watching his expression change from tortured to pleasured. I picked up the pace and ground him hard. I loved the intensity of his expression when I ground him. He cupped and played with his girl's aroused, nipples. I leaned forward so he could suck as I rode. His hands slid up and down my sides in time with my motion as he licked my tits.
"You like 'em, don't you?" I asked proudly.
"I'd suck them anywhere," he responded.
"I'm gonna go around braless, then."
"You'll have to suck me off constantly," he moaned, writhing from my cunt.
"I see us in a store," I said dreamily as I stroked him. "You look at me the way you do that makes me moisten. Then we dash to an empty aisle where you lift my blouse and suck. Oh, man. But then we'd wanna fuck. Where would we?"
"We'd run to the stockroom," he said. "I'd bend you over and shoot a hard quickie into your slutty pussy."
"As long as you drove me right home and fucked me right," I said smiling.
He smiled and brushed his thumbs across my nipples, making me do him all the faster and harder. After a few more strokes I pulled off him and slid down for some nice tasting treats. I bobbed up and down his length as his body squirmed and writhed beneath me.
"Ever wanna fuck two girls at once?" I asked between sucks.
"You're such a naughty girl tonight."
"You make me naughty," I said with some long, slutty licks curling around him.
"Come," I asked, kneeling upright and extending my hands. "Come to the kitchen for dessert."
"But—" he moaned with a horribly tortured expression.
"Before we get too hungry."
"Girl, you're lucky I don't throw you to the floor and fuck you right here."
"I know," I said smiling. "I love it!" I said kneeling before him with my hands extended. He finally stood up before me. I helped him off with his pants and socks as I kissed the side and tip of his stick playfully. He turned me around and unbuttoned my skirt and slipped it off me. I lead him by the hand to my kitchen.
"You're incredible," he said as I opened the refrigerator. He stood behind me and held me tightly, squeezing my breasts and pressing his slippery cock into my back. I retrieved the sliced peaches and ice cream from the fridge and served us.
"I can't believe how hard you make me. Such firm ass and tits. So hot, so ready, so tight, such a tease."
I smiled back and puckered a kiss for him. "And I'm having a blast, just so you know. Follow me."
I carried the bowls to my bedroom. He followed, cupping my buns before him as we went. I placed the bowls on the bed and lay onto my tummy and elbows. I opened my legs and took a bite of ice cream. He kneeled between my knees and licked my ass and bung for a few luscious minutes. Then he rubbed his tip up and down my ass until it worked through my bung. He stroked his full length into me. He moaned as he rammed steadily and firmly over and over. It's incredible how deep it felt in me.
"Show me what your naughtiest girls get," I slutted.
The bed rocked with each pounding thrust. Finally his able, magnificent dick turned to that rock-hard state just before a guy releases. He held is breath for a second then groaned and jerked as he shot hard and deep into my deserving ass. He pumped and pumped, filling me with his hot, slippery, pulsing cream. He reached forward and gripped my breasts as he squirted, clamping his entire body around me as he came deep in me. Finally he relaxed and pumped slowly again, letting me feel his pleasing rim stroke me. He collapsed atop me. The heat of his body felt good on my back and ass. "Thank you, I liked that very much," I said smiling as I took another bite.
"Wanna get your strength back?" I asked as I passed his dessert to him. He ate a few bites with his hot stick still in me. He finally rolled off me as I turned and kissed his cool, cream-coated lips. I petted his dick as he ate.
"I feel like I've been too greedy tonight," I said, pretending to feel badly. "I think after all this you deserve to have some real fun tonight."
"Real fun?!" he exclaimed. "Do you have any idea how hot your ass—"
"It's a warm, clear night," I said, interrupting him. "Let's go to the beach."
"Now?"
"Sure, but not to swim," I said with a sly grin.
"Really?" he asked eagerly.
I whispered into his ear, "Wanna fuck a girl on the beach tonight?"
He responded by setting aside his bowl and rolling me onto my back. He crawled down between my legs and scooped his cooled tongue deep into my pussy, taking my breath away. "The thought of you getting fucked on the beach makes me hornier than ever," he said.
I tried to sit up but he pushed me back down and drove his face deeper into my frisky muff. My body arched and my knees lifted as he continued relentlessly to pleasure me. My hands gripped the sheets and my entire body tightened in pleasure. My breathing quickened. He alternated between hard and soft licks and sucks until he took me over that pleasurable, exciting edge and gave me a glorious, moaning, writhing, hot orgasm.
"Now you can sit up," he whispered proudly, licking his lips.
I sat up and French kissed him in appreciation. "Thank you," I said. Our mouths again kissed passionately.
"But what shall I wear?" he asked.
"What you wore tonight, minus your shoes." I got up and opened my second dresser drawer. "I'll just wear this."
Al looked incredulous. The Yankees t-shirt half covered my drenched muff. "What else does a girl need on the beach?" I asked. He smiled and leaned back and held out his hard dick for me to suck—which I did happily.
My mouth popped off of him before he came, and with another 'she's incredible expression' on his face we held hands to the living room where he put on his polo shirt and slacks. I grabbed a blanket from my closet. I also grabbed an extra little special item for our pleasure which I hid in the blanket. Then out to his car we went.
As he drove off he grinned at my nipples poking through my t-shirt. "I dare you to take that off," he taunted. Without hesitation I slipped it off and tossed it in the back seat proudly.
"There," he said as he opened my legs as he drove. "That's just the way every hot girl should ride." I leaned back the seat a bit. "You're gonna make me cum just by looking at you there like that," he said.
"Well, drive then. Don't look at me. Or, pull over and fuck," I said playfully as I reached over and felt his nice desire for me. I knew he wanted to see me nude out in public. When his pants got well-wet I unzipped him and kept his precum nicely licked up for him.
Al turned off the highway and drove as I directed down the frontage road past our Long Island Jones Beach and on to Robert Moses Park, a clothing optional beach. I had him park close to a large rock outcropping.
Al walked around the car and opened my door as I reached back and grabbed the blanket. A bare, smooth, female form emerged from the car. "You're just gonna strip and fuck me anyway," I said. Al smiled as he took my hand and we walked to the sand. We walked around the rocky outcropping to a nice sandy spot where I spread out the blanket. We seemed to have the area to ourselves.
The air was warm and fresh. The sand felt good under our feet. We sat down on the blanket. I leaned back against my arms, with my legs straight out in front of me. I felt like the sexiest woman in the world. Al kneeled down beside me. I helped him off with his shirt and pants. I played and kissed at every opportunity.
We made out passionately. We touched and aroused and played together in so many positions. I especially loved it when we played our little game where how ever he licked and sucked my cunt, I licked and sucked his cock, and vice versa. We had so much fun.
He finally kneeled between my legs and licked my slit like never before. I couldn't contain my moans. My hips rocked against his hot tongue. I gripped the blanket and arched my back as my entire body filled with hot pleasure. I could hardly breathe as his mouth sucked my clit and lips and vagina and ass and thighs relentlessly. I moaned in time with him. I knew that soon I'd experience the hottest climax I'd had in a long time. It kept building and building. I couldn't believe it. I begged him not to stop. He worked my cunt harder and faster until it finally came. My pussy poured into his slurping mouth. I cried out for him to fuck me. He climbed atop me and plunged deep into my slutty muff and fucked his girl hard and fast, pumping with all his might, keeping my climax hot and burning with his intense thrusts. His balls slapped me as he fucked the object of his desire. He took no time at all to cum, as if he wanted to cum with me. He stiffened and squirted hard as I thrashed beneath him. We both gasped as our raptures carried us away. He gradually slowed his thrusts. What a wondrous gift for a girl. Oh, man. I melted beneath him as he continued to stroke me slowly.
We laid back and enjoyed the stars and the sounds of the night beach. It was sweet to just lie with him, caressing as we pleased.
"Al, would you do something for me right now?" I asked.
"I would do anything for you," he vowed.
"It's kinky."
"You?" he laughed.
"And don't ask why. Just do it for me." I pulled out the handkerchief from under the blanket behind me. "Where did you get THAT from?" he exclaimed.
"All hot girls are magic. Didn't you know that?" I asked. "Here, it's a blindfold," I perked as I tied it behind his head. "I want you do anything you wish to me: caress, taste, lick—just tell me what your lips and tongue and fingers and cheeks and arms and legs 'see' and feel. Let me 'see me' through touch and taste of me."
"This is so erotic," he said.
"Every girl has fantasized of this moment. Tonight it will come true for me because of you. Thank you."
He laid me back on my back. He spread out my arms and legs. "Now," he said, "if my eyes must be closed then yours must be also, got that?"
I closed them.
What he described exceeded my every dream. He softly kissed my right temple. As he then licked and sucked and kissed and touched down my body he said something like the following:
"Your temples, smooth, innocent, warm to my lips begging to be softly kissed. White, pure, like the skin of young virgins. Your ears, smooth, curved. Warm to nibble on. So soft, so tasty to lick. Behind your ears a secret place for my lips to play. Your hair, sweet, straight. Shinny brown, sexy, smart, just long enough to grace your soft shoulders. Combed back to highlight your sensuous ears, making your neck inviting to a man's lips, directing me to your nipples.
"Your neck. Sweet, soft, warm, conforming, inviting. My mouth can't stop kissing and sucking from your ears to your shoulders. Each part smoothly flowing to the next, each begging that my lips and tongue continue. Below your chin. So erotic, leading down to your breasts.
"The silkiness of your skin from your chin to your neck. The soft, conforming skin between your breasts. How warm it is. How my face sinks between them. How my dick lusts to fuck there. A play area for my hands and mouth.
"Your breasts. Full, firm, smooth, warm sculptures to lick and suck. The softness of your breasts compared to the hardness of their tips. Your nipples raise high when they are sucked. Round, pointed. My tongue loves to flick them when I suck in your tits. My lips cannot resist sucking them. The smooth, soft sides of your breasts suckable as well. My fingers feel the drenched wetness of the trail from my mouth covering your tits as they cup them, alternating between my mouth and hands. Hands and mouth and dick squirting up under your chin wanting both breasts at once. It is impossible to satisfy all of me as I devour your mounds that can never be consumed. My mind sees them before me day and night, ready for licking and sucking. I long to walk with you topless so all can see what a fuckable woman I have.
"Your sides, curving in towards your waist. Your arms, straight, firm. Giving way to what my body wants. Allowing me to fuck you as I wish, whenever I wish, however I wish. Your wrists so small, so thin, so fragile, incapable of stopping my lust anytime I wish to shoot into you. Your body to be fucked without asking, day or night, anywhere, and whenever I get hard or just wish to satisfy myself.
"Your fingers so fun to lick. Your fingers that caress my body and stroke my cock. Even when I'm spent into your ass or pussy they stroke me until I'm so hard I fuck you again. Your fingers that play with my balls as my tongue laps your nipples.
"Your hips so curved, your buns so firm, so lickable, so slapable, so suckable, so fuckable. Your buns to be exposed when I stand behind you and pull down your pants or skirt to see what I'm about to fuck. Your buns I see when I bend you over and lick or fuck or both…until my lust is spent."
He rolled me over onto my back.
"Your tummy that my cock loves to slide up and down upon, just to tease while you beg me to fuck your muff. Your mound, trimmed with just some hair above your clit. Dark hair, tasty. I love to tongue it around to drive you crazy while you crave my tongue into your cunt. I open your legs and lick beside your cunt. I move your vulva, your clitoris, the arousing parts of you that I love to gum and please and pleasure and taste and suck. Your pussy that gives me so much to drink. The more I suck, the more it gives me. Its flavors, its textures. How it gives way when my tongue thrusts deep, when I scoop deep to swallow more of your juice. Your cunt that grips and pulls at my cock as you fuck me. Your cunt that makes me longer and stiffer when it teases me, then lets me shoot all the harder and deeper into it for revenge. Your cunt that always welcomes my cock no matter where or when my cock wants to fuck.
"Your ass that I love to tongue when I spread your legs hard open. Your bung that's so tight, but that gives way when my tongue plays. Your buns so kissable when your on your back and your knees are pulled back against your breasts. I get to see what my dick will fuck, either your pussy or your ass…whichever I wish, whichever I desire. I take them for my pleasure and pound into you as I wish.
"Your legs so straight and long. My tongue loves to lick down them. My mouth loves to suck and leave its marks. Your thin ankles that I love to hold over your head as I ram into your tight ass.
"Your small feet that I love to suck and lick. Your feet, that when given the chance, stroke my dick so erotically.
"There is no part of you that I don't desire, that I don't wish to suck, that I don't wish to cover with my squirting cream. There is no part of you that I wish covered."
He turned me over onto my tummy again. He opened my legs and kneeled between them. He licked my ass crack and opened my cheeks hard. He thrusted his tongue into my bung and sucked my hole. He played and kissed and wetted and tongued."
"My angel of lust", he continued. "The touch of any part of you makes my cock want to shoot my lust deep in you. I cannot resist your ass." He put his tip against my bung and slid it in easily after all his licking. "You see, your ass grips my dick like nothing else…and your cavity craves to be filled with my sweet milk. I love the feel of your ass cheeks against my thighs when I fuck your ass."
Til Ya Use Me Up
Kathy wasn't the most beautiful girl Michael had ever seen, but she was magnetic somehow. She was six feet tall and big boned, but she had silky blond hair that reached her waist, a forty four double D bust and the most penetrating blue eyes he had ever seen. And she had a way of looking at him with those eyes that made little shocks of wanting go off in his balls. He wanted to make a move on her, but she not only made his balls tingle she made his tongue tangle.
"I'm telling you Michael, she wants you," his friend Dave told him as they stood by the water cooler looking at her.
"Yeah yeah, so you say. But if I try to hit on her she'll shoot me down just like she has every other guy up here." And it was true. They all worked in a huge open office with perhaps a hundred people in it and, one time and another, every guy in the place had hit on Kathy. She would generally look down on the guy, smile sweetly and lift her eyebrow as though she were about to ask a question before saying something like "not on a bet." Then she would laugh that silvery cruel little chuckle and turn back to what ever she was doing.
"Yeah but look at her, man! I mean daaammn! She could be a hell of a lot uglier and still be worth the shot with those tits!"
"Naw man! Maybe that kinda attitude is why you got shot down."
"Oh listen to mister sensitive pro-women's lib."
"Not woman's lib! Enlightment. Haven't you heard that women hate it when guys look at their tits instead of into their eyes? Besides, as much as I like tits, her eyes give me a hard-on everytime."
Dave shook his head. "Michael, you are one weird dude."
Michael shrugged and headed back to his desk.
An hour later he heard a throat clear and looked up to see Kathy standing in front of him. His eyes went from her luscious, heavy tits up to her lovely face and killer eyes.
She held out a file folder toward him. "This landed on my desk," she said, "but it belongs to you." She leaned forward across the desk and laid the file in front of him, giving him a heart stopping view down her white silk blouse. Her breasts were held up and together by an industrial strength bra, but the cleveage was still breath taking. Her tits were smooth and peach colored with none of the stretch marks so many large breasted women get.
Once more he looked from her tits up to her face. She was smiling with just a hint of impishness. Her eye corners crinkled and the blue of her eyes crackled like static electricity.
Suddenly the little explosions in his crotch sent a shock up to his throat and he said, "Would you have a drink with me Kathy?" It wasn't like he had set out to hit on her, it just happened. His mouth and his balls was leading lives of their own.
Her smile grew wider and Michael expected to hear that silvery laugh, but she said, "Mahoney's at six?"
Mahoney's was a bar near the office. Michael's mouth fell open and he could barely close it to say, "That'll be good," before it fell open again.
Kathy's smile grew wider and more impish before she turned and went back to her desk.
Michael shook his head and glanced at Dave who was shaking his head in response. "I told you so," Dave mouthed.
Michael sat at one of the small tables sipping a Crown and soda and looking at the door. Kathy was late and he was beginning to think the whole thing was a joke, but as he was about to give it up and go, the door opened and there she was. Once more his mouth dropped open. She had gone home to change. She was now wearing a strapless floor length black velvet dress that showed off all of her assets. At the office he had thought of her as "heavy" or "big boned" but looking at her now he knew that she was neither of those. She was more like a larger than life Edwardian sculpture. Her luscious decolatage showed above the shelves of her strapless bra and two silver cords came down from the center. They swept beneath her breasts and down so that they went round her back and then went down to circle her waist and tie at the left side, giving her the classic Mae West hour glass shape. Her blond hair was brushed out long down her back with the right side caught up in a shining silver clip.
Michael stood up and Kathy's eyes connected with his. She came down to the little table. Her smile still had some of that impish quality she had showed in the office.
"A little over dressed for a simple drink aren't you?" Michael said.
Kathy's smile widened and the sparks came into her eyes as she turned around to let him see the whole package. It made his breath catch and his cock start crying to get out of his Jockey shorts.
"Wow!" He said. "You are drop dead gorgeous in that dress kid!" He pulled out her chair and asked, "What would you like to drink?"
Without making any move to sit she said, "Have you had a drink?"
"Yes. What would you like?"
"I would like you to come with me."
"Where too?"
"An engagement party."
"An engag. . . Hey we haven't even had a drink yet! I think engagement is rushing things just a little."
She laughed and it was silvery, but without the cruelty, then she turned serious. "It's my step-sister's engagement. She's . . ." Kathy shrugged her silky shoulders which caused her tits to give a little quiver, but Michael didn't notice. He was looking into her eyes.
"Wicked step-sister?" he said.
She shrugged again.
Michael looked down at himself. He was in a gray business suit and tie, but not nearly as formally dressed as Kathy. "I doubt if I can get a tux before tomorrow," he said.
"You look wonderful and just having you at this thing as my date will make Serena turn purple."
"Didn't know I was that good a catch," he said grinning. She tilted her head and gave him a don't be so sure look.
"OK, what the hell?" he said and stepped closer to her. "I'll be prince charming to tweak your wicked step-sister."
"Wonderful," she said and turned, but as she turned her hand brushed the zipper of his pants, catching a feel of the lump straining to get loose. "My my," she said.
Kathy introduced Michael to her step-sister and the groom-to-be. "Serena, Robert, this is Michael—my friend." Somehow she made that sound like a taunt. "We work together," she went on.
Serena was skinny, plain, and dried up looking to Michael— as though she had spent too much time in the sun; and the softly frothy cream color gown only seemed to point up her plainness. Her groom-to-be was a tall wide shouldered conventionally handsome guy with a "gigilo" mustache that reminded Michael of Gilbert Roland. The bride and groom didn't really seem to fit together. Serena put out her hand for Michael to shake. "I didn't realize Kathleen had a boy friend," she said.
Michael glanced at Kathy, looking for clues, but he got none. "I'm just a friend really, not a 'boyfriend.'"
"He's my fuck-buddy, Serena," Kathy said.
Michael was glad he didn't have a drink in his hand, because he was sure he would have dropped it. The groom-to-be looked as though Kathy had kicked him in the nuts.
"We just play. No commitment. Not like you and Robert," Kathy continued.
"There's much to be said for commitment of course, but it is so – binding. I mean, once you make a commitment I always felt that it meant exclusivity. Having a fuck-buddy is much easier." Serena looked as though she were going to leap at her step sister and scratch her eyes out, and was only restrained by the fact that every eye in the place was focused on them.
Music started. The frozen clash of eyes between Kathy and her step-sister continued for a moment before Kathy smiled and turned to Michael. "I love this song," she said. "Let's dance Michael."
"Good idea," Michael answered. He put his arm around her and turned her away from Serena and Robert. When they had taken a few steps he said, "You're gonna have to tell me what that was all about someday. Meanwhile I'm gonna hold you to that 'Fuck-buddy' thing."
"Definitely my friend," she answered with a grin so wickedly warm Michael felt it all the way into his shoes.
They danced all the fast numbers and then the music slowed. Michael pulled Kathy as tight to him as though they were sleeping together. He slid a hand down to brush her bottom then brought it back up to her waist.
"It's OK. I want you to do that," she said. "I want you to make every man in here jealous."
"What am I, bait?"
She brought her hips tighter against him so that her thigh brushed between his legs. "You are my fuck-buddy. The man who is going to go home with me tonight," she said.
Now it was his turn to say "My, my." He let his hand drift down to her bottom again and squeezed the resilient flesh. "OK, now tell me what is going on here."
She looked into his eyes and he noticed that they were almost eye to eye. "Robert was my fiance once upon a time."
"He chose her over you? The man is obviously an idiot."
"He found out that the money belonged to Serena's mother not my father. Then I caught them together," she chortled.
"Ah," Michael said. "Sounds like you dodged a bullet."
She nodded. "It wasn't funny at the time, but as I think back, there was Robert on his knees with skinny old Serena laying on the edge of the bed knees up while he licked her. When I came in it surprised them so much that Serena sat up and squeezed a fart out right into Robert's face."
Michael barked out a loud laugh and Kathy laughed with him. It brought every eye in the room to look at them.
"And I take it,"Michael began, "That everybody here knows what happened?"
"Pretty much. But there are just four of us who know about the fart," they broke into laughter again.
Michael carressed her bottom again and his fingers went into the valley between her buttocks. She must be wearing a thong, he thought.
She turned her face up to him and smiled. "You are thinking I have a thong on, aren't you? Well you're wrong. I don't have any panties on at all."
Michael swallowed—hard.
She offered her mouth, sweet and soft and wet, to be kissed and he kissed it. Her tongue slid out and teased its way into his mouth. It made his knees go a little wobbly and his cock get a little less wobbly. Michael pulled the hand that was holding her hand in close so that it touched the side of her breast, and when he did Kathy's breath shortened perceptably. He pulled his hand in closer so that it was really between them and, with an extended finger began to pet between her breasts.
Kathy's breath began to shorten to small gusts expelled each time Michael's finger stroked. She looked up and directly into his eyes. "I like that," she murmured. "A lot of women with big tits are supposed to be less sensative. Not me. I can cum just having my nipples licked."
"I could cum just hearing you say that," he said, and continued to stroke up and down in the valley between her warm silky tits.
It didn't take long for every male eye in the place to catch on to what was happening and between kisses and carresses Michael saw that he was the envy of every man at the party. They all wanted Kathy, and he had her. "If you meant to upstage your step-sister I think you've done it," he said. "Every guy in the joint has a hard on for you."
"That used to matter," she said, her voice shakey. "Now all I want is to have your mouth where your finger is."
"Then I think we better get out of here," he said.
In the taxi Kathy gave her address and when she leaned back Michael instantly leaned in to kiss her again. He began trailing kisses from her mouth down her chin, onto her throat, and to her breasts. He kissed down to where his finger had been stroking and ran his tongue up and down the cleavage. Kathy whimpered softly and stroked his hair.
Michael brought his finger up and began stroking and flicking her nipples that were now showing through the gown. Round and round the aerole through the velvet of the gown, flicking her hardened nipple every so often.
"Oh Michael," she whimpered breathily. "You're going to make me wet my dress doing that."
He raised his head and nibbled on her ear whispering "You want me to stop?"
"No," she said with a laugh and a moan mixed in her voice. She put her hand on his leg, searching for his cock. It wasn't hard to find. She squeezed it and stroked it a little.
"Keep that up and you're gonna make me wet my pants," he whispered with a small laugh.
"You want me to stop?"
"No. Definitely not."
The taxi pulled up in front of Kathy's building. Michael flung a handful of bills over the seat and said "Keep the change."
The cabbie said, "Thanks man," but they didn't hear him.
In the elevator Michael pushed her against the side and fished the skirt of her dress up high enough to discover that she really wasn't wearing any panties, and to discover that the insides of her thighs were slick with girl honey. He stroked his finger up her pussy slit and the elevator doors opened for their floor.
Barely in the door they began flinging off clothes only stopping long enough to take in each other's nakedness. Kathy reached out and took Michael's cock in her hand, then went to her knees on the carpet. She began licking a circle around the swollen magenta head. Michael groaned. She took the whole thing into her mouth and began the slow head bob stroke that would have brought Michael to the point of no return in a moment, but just as he reached that instant she stopped and lay down on her back.
"Here Michael," she said and ran her finger up and down between her breasts. She put her hands on each side of her heavy tits and pushed them up to close the valley between them to a tight fissure. "I want you to fuck my tits Michael."
"Oh yeah," he said and stepped up so that he had one foot on each side of Kathy, then he knelt down. His cock was throbbing and swaying in time with his heart beat. It was still wet from Kathy's mouth and a crystalline drop of pre-cum glimmered at the tip. He put his swollen member between her tits and she pushed the warm soft globes of flesh tight around it. Michael began slowly humping his hips forward and back and at the top of each stroke the head of his cock came out between Kathy's tits. When it did she would lick at it and laugh greedily. "More," she said. "More Michael. Cum for me baby. Cum for me. I want to taste it. I want you to cum on my face."
In only a few strokes Michael felt the tingling clenching of his balls and he began a rhythmic moan – "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh. . ." as his cock slipped up and down, and then he looked into Kathy's eyes. It was all he needed.
"Yes baby, yes" Kathy said as a flood of thick pearlescent cum squirted. It hit her chin and ran down her neck as the second spasm hit Michael. More cum shot and this time Kathy caught some on her tongue and drew it into her mouth. The third glob landed on her throat and added itself to the rest lying like a pearl necklace around her throat.
All the strength went out of Michael's legs with the last spasm and he barely managed to move off Kathy's chest before collapsing oh his back beside her. Kathy turned on her side and molded her body against his side. She put a leg over him and hugged him close in her arms. "That was so good Michael!"
"But you. . ."
"There's plenty of time for me," she said and hugged him again. "Thank you for letting me use you at the party like that."
He turned his head and kissed her. "Like Bill Withers said '. . .til ya use me up.' Kathy," he breathed. ". . .til ya use me up."
"I'm telling you Michael, she wants you," his friend Dave told him as they stood by the water cooler looking at her.
"Yeah yeah, so you say. But if I try to hit on her she'll shoot me down just like she has every other guy up here." And it was true. They all worked in a huge open office with perhaps a hundred people in it and, one time and another, every guy in the place had hit on Kathy. She would generally look down on the guy, smile sweetly and lift her eyebrow as though she were about to ask a question before saying something like "not on a bet." Then she would laugh that silvery cruel little chuckle and turn back to what ever she was doing.
"Yeah but look at her, man! I mean daaammn! She could be a hell of a lot uglier and still be worth the shot with those tits!"
"Naw man! Maybe that kinda attitude is why you got shot down."
"Oh listen to mister sensitive pro-women's lib."
"Not woman's lib! Enlightment. Haven't you heard that women hate it when guys look at their tits instead of into their eyes? Besides, as much as I like tits, her eyes give me a hard-on everytime."
Dave shook his head. "Michael, you are one weird dude."
Michael shrugged and headed back to his desk.
An hour later he heard a throat clear and looked up to see Kathy standing in front of him. His eyes went from her luscious, heavy tits up to her lovely face and killer eyes.
She held out a file folder toward him. "This landed on my desk," she said, "but it belongs to you." She leaned forward across the desk and laid the file in front of him, giving him a heart stopping view down her white silk blouse. Her breasts were held up and together by an industrial strength bra, but the cleveage was still breath taking. Her tits were smooth and peach colored with none of the stretch marks so many large breasted women get.
Once more he looked from her tits up to her face. She was smiling with just a hint of impishness. Her eye corners crinkled and the blue of her eyes crackled like static electricity.
Suddenly the little explosions in his crotch sent a shock up to his throat and he said, "Would you have a drink with me Kathy?" It wasn't like he had set out to hit on her, it just happened. His mouth and his balls was leading lives of their own.
Her smile grew wider and Michael expected to hear that silvery laugh, but she said, "Mahoney's at six?"
Mahoney's was a bar near the office. Michael's mouth fell open and he could barely close it to say, "That'll be good," before it fell open again.
Kathy's smile grew wider and more impish before she turned and went back to her desk.
Michael shook his head and glanced at Dave who was shaking his head in response. "I told you so," Dave mouthed.
Michael sat at one of the small tables sipping a Crown and soda and looking at the door. Kathy was late and he was beginning to think the whole thing was a joke, but as he was about to give it up and go, the door opened and there she was. Once more his mouth dropped open. She had gone home to change. She was now wearing a strapless floor length black velvet dress that showed off all of her assets. At the office he had thought of her as "heavy" or "big boned" but looking at her now he knew that she was neither of those. She was more like a larger than life Edwardian sculpture. Her luscious decolatage showed above the shelves of her strapless bra and two silver cords came down from the center. They swept beneath her breasts and down so that they went round her back and then went down to circle her waist and tie at the left side, giving her the classic Mae West hour glass shape. Her blond hair was brushed out long down her back with the right side caught up in a shining silver clip.
Michael stood up and Kathy's eyes connected with his. She came down to the little table. Her smile still had some of that impish quality she had showed in the office.
"A little over dressed for a simple drink aren't you?" Michael said.
Kathy's smile widened and the sparks came into her eyes as she turned around to let him see the whole package. It made his breath catch and his cock start crying to get out of his Jockey shorts.
"Wow!" He said. "You are drop dead gorgeous in that dress kid!" He pulled out her chair and asked, "What would you like to drink?"
Without making any move to sit she said, "Have you had a drink?"
"Yes. What would you like?"
"I would like you to come with me."
"Where too?"
"An engagement party."
"An engag. . . Hey we haven't even had a drink yet! I think engagement is rushing things just a little."
She laughed and it was silvery, but without the cruelty, then she turned serious. "It's my step-sister's engagement. She's . . ." Kathy shrugged her silky shoulders which caused her tits to give a little quiver, but Michael didn't notice. He was looking into her eyes.
"Wicked step-sister?" he said.
She shrugged again.
Michael looked down at himself. He was in a gray business suit and tie, but not nearly as formally dressed as Kathy. "I doubt if I can get a tux before tomorrow," he said.
"You look wonderful and just having you at this thing as my date will make Serena turn purple."
"Didn't know I was that good a catch," he said grinning. She tilted her head and gave him a don't be so sure look.
"OK, what the hell?" he said and stepped closer to her. "I'll be prince charming to tweak your wicked step-sister."
"Wonderful," she said and turned, but as she turned her hand brushed the zipper of his pants, catching a feel of the lump straining to get loose. "My my," she said.
Kathy introduced Michael to her step-sister and the groom-to-be. "Serena, Robert, this is Michael—my friend." Somehow she made that sound like a taunt. "We work together," she went on.
Serena was skinny, plain, and dried up looking to Michael— as though she had spent too much time in the sun; and the softly frothy cream color gown only seemed to point up her plainness. Her groom-to-be was a tall wide shouldered conventionally handsome guy with a "gigilo" mustache that reminded Michael of Gilbert Roland. The bride and groom didn't really seem to fit together. Serena put out her hand for Michael to shake. "I didn't realize Kathleen had a boy friend," she said.
Michael glanced at Kathy, looking for clues, but he got none. "I'm just a friend really, not a 'boyfriend.'"
"He's my fuck-buddy, Serena," Kathy said.
Michael was glad he didn't have a drink in his hand, because he was sure he would have dropped it. The groom-to-be looked as though Kathy had kicked him in the nuts.
"We just play. No commitment. Not like you and Robert," Kathy continued.
"There's much to be said for commitment of course, but it is so – binding. I mean, once you make a commitment I always felt that it meant exclusivity. Having a fuck-buddy is much easier." Serena looked as though she were going to leap at her step sister and scratch her eyes out, and was only restrained by the fact that every eye in the place was focused on them.
Music started. The frozen clash of eyes between Kathy and her step-sister continued for a moment before Kathy smiled and turned to Michael. "I love this song," she said. "Let's dance Michael."
"Good idea," Michael answered. He put his arm around her and turned her away from Serena and Robert. When they had taken a few steps he said, "You're gonna have to tell me what that was all about someday. Meanwhile I'm gonna hold you to that 'Fuck-buddy' thing."
"Definitely my friend," she answered with a grin so wickedly warm Michael felt it all the way into his shoes.
They danced all the fast numbers and then the music slowed. Michael pulled Kathy as tight to him as though they were sleeping together. He slid a hand down to brush her bottom then brought it back up to her waist.
"It's OK. I want you to do that," she said. "I want you to make every man in here jealous."
"What am I, bait?"
She brought her hips tighter against him so that her thigh brushed between his legs. "You are my fuck-buddy. The man who is going to go home with me tonight," she said.
Now it was his turn to say "My, my." He let his hand drift down to her bottom again and squeezed the resilient flesh. "OK, now tell me what is going on here."
She looked into his eyes and he noticed that they were almost eye to eye. "Robert was my fiance once upon a time."
"He chose her over you? The man is obviously an idiot."
"He found out that the money belonged to Serena's mother not my father. Then I caught them together," she chortled.
"Ah," Michael said. "Sounds like you dodged a bullet."
She nodded. "It wasn't funny at the time, but as I think back, there was Robert on his knees with skinny old Serena laying on the edge of the bed knees up while he licked her. When I came in it surprised them so much that Serena sat up and squeezed a fart out right into Robert's face."
Michael barked out a loud laugh and Kathy laughed with him. It brought every eye in the room to look at them.
"And I take it,"Michael began, "That everybody here knows what happened?"
"Pretty much. But there are just four of us who know about the fart," they broke into laughter again.
Michael carressed her bottom again and his fingers went into the valley between her buttocks. She must be wearing a thong, he thought.
She turned her face up to him and smiled. "You are thinking I have a thong on, aren't you? Well you're wrong. I don't have any panties on at all."
Michael swallowed—hard.
She offered her mouth, sweet and soft and wet, to be kissed and he kissed it. Her tongue slid out and teased its way into his mouth. It made his knees go a little wobbly and his cock get a little less wobbly. Michael pulled the hand that was holding her hand in close so that it touched the side of her breast, and when he did Kathy's breath shortened perceptably. He pulled his hand in closer so that it was really between them and, with an extended finger began to pet between her breasts.
Kathy's breath began to shorten to small gusts expelled each time Michael's finger stroked. She looked up and directly into his eyes. "I like that," she murmured. "A lot of women with big tits are supposed to be less sensative. Not me. I can cum just having my nipples licked."
"I could cum just hearing you say that," he said, and continued to stroke up and down in the valley between her warm silky tits.
It didn't take long for every male eye in the place to catch on to what was happening and between kisses and carresses Michael saw that he was the envy of every man at the party. They all wanted Kathy, and he had her. "If you meant to upstage your step-sister I think you've done it," he said. "Every guy in the joint has a hard on for you."
"That used to matter," she said, her voice shakey. "Now all I want is to have your mouth where your finger is."
"Then I think we better get out of here," he said.
In the taxi Kathy gave her address and when she leaned back Michael instantly leaned in to kiss her again. He began trailing kisses from her mouth down her chin, onto her throat, and to her breasts. He kissed down to where his finger had been stroking and ran his tongue up and down the cleavage. Kathy whimpered softly and stroked his hair.
Michael brought his finger up and began stroking and flicking her nipples that were now showing through the gown. Round and round the aerole through the velvet of the gown, flicking her hardened nipple every so often.
"Oh Michael," she whimpered breathily. "You're going to make me wet my dress doing that."
He raised his head and nibbled on her ear whispering "You want me to stop?"
"No," she said with a laugh and a moan mixed in her voice. She put her hand on his leg, searching for his cock. It wasn't hard to find. She squeezed it and stroked it a little.
"Keep that up and you're gonna make me wet my pants," he whispered with a small laugh.
"You want me to stop?"
"No. Definitely not."
The taxi pulled up in front of Kathy's building. Michael flung a handful of bills over the seat and said "Keep the change."
The cabbie said, "Thanks man," but they didn't hear him.
In the elevator Michael pushed her against the side and fished the skirt of her dress up high enough to discover that she really wasn't wearing any panties, and to discover that the insides of her thighs were slick with girl honey. He stroked his finger up her pussy slit and the elevator doors opened for their floor.
Barely in the door they began flinging off clothes only stopping long enough to take in each other's nakedness. Kathy reached out and took Michael's cock in her hand, then went to her knees on the carpet. She began licking a circle around the swollen magenta head. Michael groaned. She took the whole thing into her mouth and began the slow head bob stroke that would have brought Michael to the point of no return in a moment, but just as he reached that instant she stopped and lay down on her back.
"Here Michael," she said and ran her finger up and down between her breasts. She put her hands on each side of her heavy tits and pushed them up to close the valley between them to a tight fissure. "I want you to fuck my tits Michael."
"Oh yeah," he said and stepped up so that he had one foot on each side of Kathy, then he knelt down. His cock was throbbing and swaying in time with his heart beat. It was still wet from Kathy's mouth and a crystalline drop of pre-cum glimmered at the tip. He put his swollen member between her tits and she pushed the warm soft globes of flesh tight around it. Michael began slowly humping his hips forward and back and at the top of each stroke the head of his cock came out between Kathy's tits. When it did she would lick at it and laugh greedily. "More," she said. "More Michael. Cum for me baby. Cum for me. I want to taste it. I want you to cum on my face."
In only a few strokes Michael felt the tingling clenching of his balls and he began a rhythmic moan – "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh. . ." as his cock slipped up and down, and then he looked into Kathy's eyes. It was all he needed.
"Yes baby, yes" Kathy said as a flood of thick pearlescent cum squirted. It hit her chin and ran down her neck as the second spasm hit Michael. More cum shot and this time Kathy caught some on her tongue and drew it into her mouth. The third glob landed on her throat and added itself to the rest lying like a pearl necklace around her throat.
All the strength went out of Michael's legs with the last spasm and he barely managed to move off Kathy's chest before collapsing oh his back beside her. Kathy turned on her side and molded her body against his side. She put a leg over him and hugged him close in her arms. "That was so good Michael!"
"But you. . ."
"There's plenty of time for me," she said and hugged him again. "Thank you for letting me use you at the party like that."
He turned his head and kissed her. "Like Bill Withers said '. . .til ya use me up.' Kathy," he breathed. ". . .til ya use me up."
This story is completly fictional
Being the only 18 year old virgin in school was hard for Kya but not being able to forefill her sexual fantasies was even harder. But lets not get ahead of our selves now.
Kya was like every other teen gal hot and horny and always wanting cock but the problem was Kya was still a virgin and never had the chance to have a big, muscular cock buried deep inside her pussy.
See Kya was a big gal with a huge 36f sized tits and a chubby body that matched. its not like she didn't want to have sex cause let me tell u she did but trying to find a guy that wanted her and all of her was definately difficult, so she calmed her urges by masturbating while watching her dads porno's when her parents were out and sneakin a vibrator out of her mothers draw whenever she got the chance.
She would sit there and watch the pretty blondes on her fathers movies being probed by the guys dick and she loved it, even pretending that is was here as the vibrator flew in and out of her steamy pussy, so soft, so wet.
When it came time for her parents to leave for a confrence she was exstatic because it meant that she wouldn't have to sneak to watch a porno or use one of the vibrators in her moms draw.
It would be great just her with the place to herself, well almost 2 herself there would be Tye the gardner that her parents had hired to clean the place up a bit while they were gone.
Kya's parents had hired Tye to work for them one time before and Kya loved it because Tye was a sex god with his tan skin, chiseled abs and blonde curly hair but the thing that most blew Kya away by him was his green eyes that just sparkled when she looked at them.
The day her parents left for there confrence she kissed them goodbye and watched as the cab pulled outta the drive, she then went inside and put on a comfy pair of shorts and chilled around the house loving her freedom.
A little while later the door bell rang, she went to check out who it was. To her suprise it was Tye, she was shocked she didn't expect him til tommorow. She asked him why he was here, he casually replied" I thought I would get a head start". Although she thought it was a little odd she accepted his answer and told him that everythin he needed was out the back , so off he headed.
Just as fast as he was gone, so was she as she scuttled up the stair to her parents room, little to Tye's knowledge Kya had a perfect view of his gorgeous body from her parents window.
There she settled in for the show.
After what felt like hours of watching his dreamy body shovelling dirt and planting plants.. His body glistening with sweat, Oh so sweaty and so dirty and so perfect .
Kya was suddenly snapped back into reality when she heard the phone ringing , she quickly ran downstairs to get it .
It was her friend hayli ..
The gals chatted about everythin especially hayli's new dream beau scott who according to hayli had the biggest cock she had ever seen .. As the gals kept talking the dirtier hayli got goin into detail about the massive orgasm she had the first time they fucked. Kya was so envious of hayli , who definatley knew how to get a guy whenever she wanted.
"Hello are u alive " hayli snapped when there was no reply from Kya .
"Oh sorry I was just havin a perve session"
" Oh really at who" hayli replied
"Tye he is back, my parents hired him to fix the garden while they're gone " she answered
" Oh yummy he is dreamy .. Oh what I would do to that boy if I had the chance" hayli commented.
"You !!.. What bout me? Your poor virgin friend here"she whined
"I spose you can have him I guess"
" Oh you guess, such a kind friend u are hayli" kya replied
"I no" {hayli says while laughin at kya }
" mmm what I would do to him if I had the chance..."
"Oh yer wats that?" hayli was interested now.
" Id rip of his clothes and fuck him til we couldn't fuck any more in every possible position once ... no no twice" " but its never gunna happen so I need to stop fantasizing" she told her friend.
They continued to chat, unbekown to them that Tye who was takin a break by the window had heard there entire conversation.
The next morning Tye arrived extra early to start his work, this time with a hidden agenda to catch out Kya and see if she was looking at him and when he caught her he quickly took off his shirt as though he was hot from all the work he had been doin but really he just wanted to see her reaction.
Just as he thought her eyes were glued to him ...
He thought to himself" Im gunna have some fun with this... she is kinda cute , it will be a experience for us both "
Seeing Tye without a shirt on had gotten Kya all hot, so she decided to watch one of her dads porno movies .
As she put it in she thought bout Tye and what she would do if he walked in but then she reassured herself everythin would be fine so she pressed play.
Tye had been workin all day and the heat really was gettin to him so he went inside to grab a glass of water.
As he got inside he could hear moaning, he immediatly knew wat it was as he creeped closer to the door he could hear a gentle buzzin and Kya sayin somethin.. This was gettin him hot under the collar he leaned in closer ... He was gettin hard he knew it.
It was time to make his move. He dropped his pants at the door and snuck into the room completly naked ..
He was sure Kya would hear him but she didn't even notice she was so transfixed by the porn.
After a few seconds his eyes adjusted to the dark room and there she was lyin on the bed naked from the waist down her tits jiggling in rythm with the vibrator slidin in and out of her hot fat cunt. He couldn't believe it he was actually turned on by her , he had neva bin with a fat chick but he was certain Kya was gunna be the one to change that.
Kya had bin fuckin herself with the vibrator when she heard a noise but was to far gone to care, she closed her eyes and kept up her rythm pumping in and out .
When suddenly a man was on top of her , he pushed himself down and passionately kissed her lips
she pulled away in mix of confussion and excitment.
" what are you doin" she cried..
"Isnt this what you wanted?"
it was Tye she sighed in relief
" I didn't no who you were you scared me "
" Does this scare " he replied as he passionately kissed her again.
Her head was spinning she was in total extasy that she couldn't even find the words to speak. she finally muttered "no" in a small voice.
"good " he replied " cause I want to fuck u until we can't fuck any more in every possible position once .. No no twice" he chuckled.
Her mind was racing oh shit he had heard there conversation
" and since I have ripped my clothes off for you I suggest we get started" he said ..
" Are u serious" kya questioned
"Never bin more serious in my life, now hurry up I wanna pop that cherry of yours"
"But I don't no how"
"Here let me show u" he replied as he crawled up and positioned his cock in her mouth " now SUCK " and she did she bobbed up and down savourin every flavour of his cock, moving to the tip and dartin her tounge round and round tastin his precum..
She licked up and down the shaft sucking on his balls when she reached the bottom .
Kya had a secret weapon of suduction she picked up from watch her dads porn stash, when she licked up the shaft for the final time, she licked his knob when she reached the top making sure there was a nice coating of saliva on top and then she moved her mouth away and gently blew cool air on it ... he crumbled with pleasure and exstasy.
"FUCK ME " she whispered in his ear as he tried to regain his stance .
" Haha ok hold on" he said
He pushed her back on the bed,pulling her crotch foward.. gently easing his cock into her tight virgin pussy tryin not to hurt her { he wanted her to enjoy it no be in pain} . He finally managed to get half his cockin in and started pushin in and out fuckin her slowly at first but pickin up speed .
He leant down to kiss her thrustin all the way in as he did. An involutary moan slipped from her mouth and when his lips unclasped from hers he smiled and said
"were just gettin started yet"
Pumping harder and faster, his thumb rubbin her clit. All of a sudden her legs began to shake and her toes curled,he knew what this meant and with one mighty thrust she arched her back and came like a tidal wave.
Her cum went everywere it even glistened on Tyes abs..
She thought that was it but he stopped her when she tried to get up "were you goin every position twice rememba" he said " roll over, put that fat ass up in the air and spread em "
craving his cock Kya did as she was told and with one thrust he pushed his cock all 10inches of it in at once .
Gaspin with pleasure kya came straight away...
Tye luved watching her cum it was so hot but he was itching to cum himself , So he thrust hard and fast til he felt his balls tighten.. It was comin he felt it in the pit of his stomach and finally he spurted an avalanche of cum into her tight cunt .
After that he calapsed on the bed.
Kya who had now regained her sense couldn't wait to tell her friend that her first time was with the sex god Tye. She would be so jealous
The Student Council President
It was four years ago, just at the end of my sophomore year. Most of my teen gay friends had already experienced sex and I was eager to find out what all the excitement was about.
Some of my friends loved having sex for the first time while others said it was painful and disappointing. Of course I was hoping that I would be able to enjoy it. I have a small asshole, or so I thought from doing comparisons with some of my teen gay friends. The thought that my first partner might be too big for me had crossed my mind.
The one thing I was sure of is that it wouldn't be hard for me to find a guy who would be willing to have sex with me. We all know that not all guys will be willing to have sex with a teen gay like me.
I'm an attractive and exotic looking teen gay of mixed heritage - I'm Filipino blended with a mix of Caucasian bloodlines. I guess you could say I got the best of both worlds. I have big brown eyes and long eye lashes, a delicate nose and sensuous lips. My face is framed by long, silky black hair that hangs past my shoulder blades and I have a smooth, very light tan complexion which adds to my exotic look. Although I'm only 5-2, I have long legs that are slim, smooth and athletic and a really nice ass. I have been a cross-dresser since 10. My parents actually agreed on my sexual preference.
So I really wanted to lose my virginity but I didn't want to just toss it away to some big egoistic jock who would fuck me then brag to anyone who would listen. I suppose most schools have that competition going on where guys try to bang as many teen gays and teen gays as possible. I made up my mind that I wasn't going to spread my legs for a guy who only thought of me as a chance to earn more points.
There was a guy, a year older than me who had always been really nice to me. He was the kind of guy who was nice to everybody. I know he once went to a Sadie Hawkins dance with a teen gay that is so unusual who - to put it kindly - was far from attractive just because he asked him. He had more than his share of more attractive teen gays and teen gays who were eager to get to know him better...a lot better. I knew several teen gays and teen gays who said they wouldn't mind going to bed with him.
I knew he didn't have a girl friend since he preferred teen gays like me, but I had also heard the he had a least 3 or 4 teen gay friends who he made love with on a fairly regular basis. He wasn't the kind of guy who needed to fuck a lot of teen gays to build up his ego and he wasn't the kind of guy who bragged about his conquests. The only reason I knew about some of the ten gays he had been with is I overheard three of them talking about the fun one of them had with him the evening before. I started to wonder how I could get into his little circle of sex partners.
Like I said, he had always been really nice to me. A few months earlier he saw me standing at a bus stop in a rain storm. He pulled over and offered me a ride and wound up driving way out of his way to take me home. He was also the reason I was a new member of the JV Cheerleading squad. He was running for Student Council President (he won) and while he was campaigning I confided in him that I was thinking about trying out for cheerleading, but lacked the self-belief. I had a definite fear of denial. He encouraged me, telling me that I had the personality and gracefulness and athletic ability to do it. He also said fear of negative response was no reason not to try since negative response is a possibility at any stage in life. I could learn to deal with its possibility now or much later in life.
After I tried out and made it, I felt like I owed him a debt of appreciation. When I found out I had made the squad, I ran up and gave him a huge hug since he had been the one who encouraged me, and I thanked him for making it possible. He told me my success was all my own and that all he did was give me something to think about. I found myself developing a big crush on him.
So when I decided to become sexually active, I decided I would like to have him be the one to deflower me.
He is Japanese by ancestry. I think there was some element of wanting to do it with somebody who was also Asian by heritage. Not that I'm racially biased, it just seemed like I could feel a connection to somebody who could identify with the occasional sense of racial segregation that an Asian student could have in a mostly white school. Even though I had lots of friends and nobody had ever shown overt bigotry toward me, I sometimes felt set apart.
There was also a sense that since Asians are supposed to have smaller penises, being with him wouldn't be painful.
A couple days after my being named to the squad, and after he won his election, I was waiting at the bus stop. He pulled up and offered me a ride. I told him I'd like to treat him to pizza or something some evening to thank him for his encouragement. It would be a joint celebration of our victories. He said that would be great, but he wanted to treat me and we made a date for the upcoming weekend. I felt so ecstatic that he said yes.
The next day at school he came by my locker and gently took my arm and walked me to the school cafeteria. I found myself sitting with him and all the high achieving kids that made up his circle of friends. His best friend, a teen gay like me, was there. I had heard that they had dated for a while but had broken up, and I thought it was unusual that they were the best of friends. He is a really cute blonde and had just been elected Senior Class Vice President, and he was also captain of the guy's soccer team, so he enjoyed his own high level of popularity. He's also so sweet and unassuming.
After school, I was again waiting at the bus stop when he pulled up and offered me a ride. As we were driving along he told me that his friend, the target of my crush was really flattered that I wanted to go out with him. He said he really found me attractive and had said that I have one of the nicest pairs of legs in school.
I asked if the two of them had really dated for a while and he confirmed it. He added that it just didn't work out. They had been friends for so long and before they dated they just couldn't adjust to the change in their relationship. They argued a lot and finally decided that they were better off being best friends again. Then he added that one good thing came from it, he got to lose his virginity to somebody he really loved, even if it was friendship love as opposed to deep romantic love.
He had been involved sexually with a number of guys after him and he was the best. Not that he had the most spectacular body or the biggest penis. He was just so caring and considerate. He had actually read everything he could about performing oral sex on teen gays so that he could give him as much pleasure as possible. I thought that was so cool and really told me something about him He had, he told me, given three of his friends some really enjoyable sexual experiences. Two gave their cherries to him.
He asked me if I had ever had sex and of course I told him I hadn't. He said my pizza date on Friday could be my big night.
Now I really wanted that to happen. He told me to wear a mini skirt to show my legs off, and that a short top that showed off my naval would be nice, he was really turned on flat tummies and tiny waists. He also told me that if I wanted to do it in a big cozy bed, I could bring him to his house because his parents were going to be out of town.
I joked that it sounded like he was pimping for me. He laughed and said it wouldn't be the first time he brought a date to his house. All three of his best teen gay friends had made love with him in his bed. They, along with him were the only 4 teen gays he had ever had sex with. He was certainly popular and cute enough to have other teen gays in his life. But he said he felt lucky to be able to make love with 4 cute teen gays (with great bodies) and didn't need to look elsewhere. He had told him that he didn't want to have casual sex with teen gays he barely knew. He only wanted to be with teen gays he felt some connection with. He told me that I could definitely be one of those teen gays.
So we went out for pizza and had a great time playing miniature golf afterwards. After I lost to him on purpose, I worked up the nerve to tell him that his best friend had invited us to stop by his house. Of course he knew what that meant asked me if I was sure I wanted to do that. I really did and I told him so.
Fifteen minutes later we were in his friend's bedroom and I was slipping my bra off. I have nicely shaped chest with pinkish brown nipples that, including the areola are about 3/4 of an inch across. I really liked letting him see them. He kissed and sucked my nipples, and oh so gently bit them. It felt so good.
He kissed me all over my flat tummy as he caressed my thighs. When he slipped my panties off, he gently blew a warm stream of breath on my exposed cocks. I have a pretty asshole with delicate brown lips and a really pink interior. He told me it’s beautiful before he slipped his tongue into it.
Then he got undressed and I saw how trim and muscular he was. He was a varsity wrestler and it showed. I then saw an erect penis for the first time. It was so cute. I had nothing to compare it to but I just knew it was shaped so nicely. It wasn't very big, only about 5 inches long and I have had much larger ones inside of me since then. But his looked so beautiful. The head was swollen so much that the purple skin was stretched to the point where it was shiny and looked like it was going to burst. I could see small veins running along it and around it, and I could see them pulsing.
I took the cute little head in my mouth and managed to take all but an inch of it down my throat. It was so much fun. I explored the little flap that starts just below the opening, and I opened the little slit and tried to lick inside of it. After a few minutes I felt his penis start to throb and flex and I got my first taste of warm, salty semen. I wasn't grossed out at all and I gladly swallowed it.
Then he gently helped me up off my knees and guided me onto my back on the bed. He gently licked my asshole and got it good and wet. Then I watched in fascination as his penis moved toward my waiting little virgin asshole. The head felt so warm and soft against my dainty outer butt cheeks so he spread them. There was a brief moment of pain as the head pushed past the tightest part of an asshole at the beginning of the . But once his head was past it, the rest went easily and painlessly into me.
His firm stomach and the soft pad of his groin were pushed up against my back. He didn't start pumping right away because he said he wanted to savor being inside of me for the first time. We exchanged long, loving kisses as he slowly began moving in and out of me. I could feel him drawing almost all the way out of me and gently pushing all the way in with every stroke.
I came twice before he injected my little asshole with a load of hot cum. It felt so good. It began with a rapid twitching of his penis then I felt 3 distinct spurts against my inner walls.
We relaxed and cuddled with him still inside of me and. He's only an inch taller than me but really muscular, and he easily lifted me and turned us over so that I could ride him cow teen gays style.
An hour and a half later, we thanked our host and he took me home. That was the beginning of a year and a half of frequent sex with him. We still have sex from time to time, but our opportunities to get together were fewer after he graduated. Now we probably only make love once a month but it’s always good.
I wasn't the only partner he had that next year of school. He was after all, Student Council President and a lot of teen gays wanted to be with him. Also, I couldn't expect him to give up the other 4 teen gays he made love with before he and I hooked up. I had other sexual partners too. My partners were older guys who didn't go to our school. I wasn't going to be a point on anybody's scorecard and I didn't want to get a reputation.
He knew I was screwing other guys and was only concerned that I practiced safe sex which I did. He and my big brother's two best friends were the only ones I trusted enough to let them cum directly inside of me.
My brother of course, was happy that I was letting his two best friends make love with me because he didn't want me taking risks with strangers.
So that's how I began my sex life. It may not be as interesting as some other stories or offer up a lot of masturbation fantasy images, but I think it’s important for younger teen gays to know that they don't have to throw their cherries away in a meaningless relationship.
Some of my friends loved having sex for the first time while others said it was painful and disappointing. Of course I was hoping that I would be able to enjoy it. I have a small asshole, or so I thought from doing comparisons with some of my teen gay friends. The thought that my first partner might be too big for me had crossed my mind.
The one thing I was sure of is that it wouldn't be hard for me to find a guy who would be willing to have sex with me. We all know that not all guys will be willing to have sex with a teen gay like me.
I'm an attractive and exotic looking teen gay of mixed heritage - I'm Filipino blended with a mix of Caucasian bloodlines. I guess you could say I got the best of both worlds. I have big brown eyes and long eye lashes, a delicate nose and sensuous lips. My face is framed by long, silky black hair that hangs past my shoulder blades and I have a smooth, very light tan complexion which adds to my exotic look. Although I'm only 5-2, I have long legs that are slim, smooth and athletic and a really nice ass. I have been a cross-dresser since 10. My parents actually agreed on my sexual preference.
So I really wanted to lose my virginity but I didn't want to just toss it away to some big egoistic jock who would fuck me then brag to anyone who would listen. I suppose most schools have that competition going on where guys try to bang as many teen gays and teen gays as possible. I made up my mind that I wasn't going to spread my legs for a guy who only thought of me as a chance to earn more points.
There was a guy, a year older than me who had always been really nice to me. He was the kind of guy who was nice to everybody. I know he once went to a Sadie Hawkins dance with a teen gay that is so unusual who - to put it kindly - was far from attractive just because he asked him. He had more than his share of more attractive teen gays and teen gays who were eager to get to know him better...a lot better. I knew several teen gays and teen gays who said they wouldn't mind going to bed with him.
I knew he didn't have a girl friend since he preferred teen gays like me, but I had also heard the he had a least 3 or 4 teen gay friends who he made love with on a fairly regular basis. He wasn't the kind of guy who needed to fuck a lot of teen gays to build up his ego and he wasn't the kind of guy who bragged about his conquests. The only reason I knew about some of the ten gays he had been with is I overheard three of them talking about the fun one of them had with him the evening before. I started to wonder how I could get into his little circle of sex partners.
Like I said, he had always been really nice to me. A few months earlier he saw me standing at a bus stop in a rain storm. He pulled over and offered me a ride and wound up driving way out of his way to take me home. He was also the reason I was a new member of the JV Cheerleading squad. He was running for Student Council President (he won) and while he was campaigning I confided in him that I was thinking about trying out for cheerleading, but lacked the self-belief. I had a definite fear of denial. He encouraged me, telling me that I had the personality and gracefulness and athletic ability to do it. He also said fear of negative response was no reason not to try since negative response is a possibility at any stage in life. I could learn to deal with its possibility now or much later in life.
After I tried out and made it, I felt like I owed him a debt of appreciation. When I found out I had made the squad, I ran up and gave him a huge hug since he had been the one who encouraged me, and I thanked him for making it possible. He told me my success was all my own and that all he did was give me something to think about. I found myself developing a big crush on him.
So when I decided to become sexually active, I decided I would like to have him be the one to deflower me.
He is Japanese by ancestry. I think there was some element of wanting to do it with somebody who was also Asian by heritage. Not that I'm racially biased, it just seemed like I could feel a connection to somebody who could identify with the occasional sense of racial segregation that an Asian student could have in a mostly white school. Even though I had lots of friends and nobody had ever shown overt bigotry toward me, I sometimes felt set apart.
There was also a sense that since Asians are supposed to have smaller penises, being with him wouldn't be painful.
A couple days after my being named to the squad, and after he won his election, I was waiting at the bus stop. He pulled up and offered me a ride. I told him I'd like to treat him to pizza or something some evening to thank him for his encouragement. It would be a joint celebration of our victories. He said that would be great, but he wanted to treat me and we made a date for the upcoming weekend. I felt so ecstatic that he said yes.
The next day at school he came by my locker and gently took my arm and walked me to the school cafeteria. I found myself sitting with him and all the high achieving kids that made up his circle of friends. His best friend, a teen gay like me, was there. I had heard that they had dated for a while but had broken up, and I thought it was unusual that they were the best of friends. He is a really cute blonde and had just been elected Senior Class Vice President, and he was also captain of the guy's soccer team, so he enjoyed his own high level of popularity. He's also so sweet and unassuming.
After school, I was again waiting at the bus stop when he pulled up and offered me a ride. As we were driving along he told me that his friend, the target of my crush was really flattered that I wanted to go out with him. He said he really found me attractive and had said that I have one of the nicest pairs of legs in school.
I asked if the two of them had really dated for a while and he confirmed it. He added that it just didn't work out. They had been friends for so long and before they dated they just couldn't adjust to the change in their relationship. They argued a lot and finally decided that they were better off being best friends again. Then he added that one good thing came from it, he got to lose his virginity to somebody he really loved, even if it was friendship love as opposed to deep romantic love.
He had been involved sexually with a number of guys after him and he was the best. Not that he had the most spectacular body or the biggest penis. He was just so caring and considerate. He had actually read everything he could about performing oral sex on teen gays so that he could give him as much pleasure as possible. I thought that was so cool and really told me something about him He had, he told me, given three of his friends some really enjoyable sexual experiences. Two gave their cherries to him.
He asked me if I had ever had sex and of course I told him I hadn't. He said my pizza date on Friday could be my big night.
Now I really wanted that to happen. He told me to wear a mini skirt to show my legs off, and that a short top that showed off my naval would be nice, he was really turned on flat tummies and tiny waists. He also told me that if I wanted to do it in a big cozy bed, I could bring him to his house because his parents were going to be out of town.
I joked that it sounded like he was pimping for me. He laughed and said it wouldn't be the first time he brought a date to his house. All three of his best teen gay friends had made love with him in his bed. They, along with him were the only 4 teen gays he had ever had sex with. He was certainly popular and cute enough to have other teen gays in his life. But he said he felt lucky to be able to make love with 4 cute teen gays (with great bodies) and didn't need to look elsewhere. He had told him that he didn't want to have casual sex with teen gays he barely knew. He only wanted to be with teen gays he felt some connection with. He told me that I could definitely be one of those teen gays.
So we went out for pizza and had a great time playing miniature golf afterwards. After I lost to him on purpose, I worked up the nerve to tell him that his best friend had invited us to stop by his house. Of course he knew what that meant asked me if I was sure I wanted to do that. I really did and I told him so.
Fifteen minutes later we were in his friend's bedroom and I was slipping my bra off. I have nicely shaped chest with pinkish brown nipples that, including the areola are about 3/4 of an inch across. I really liked letting him see them. He kissed and sucked my nipples, and oh so gently bit them. It felt so good.
He kissed me all over my flat tummy as he caressed my thighs. When he slipped my panties off, he gently blew a warm stream of breath on my exposed cocks. I have a pretty asshole with delicate brown lips and a really pink interior. He told me it’s beautiful before he slipped his tongue into it.
Then he got undressed and I saw how trim and muscular he was. He was a varsity wrestler and it showed. I then saw an erect penis for the first time. It was so cute. I had nothing to compare it to but I just knew it was shaped so nicely. It wasn't very big, only about 5 inches long and I have had much larger ones inside of me since then. But his looked so beautiful. The head was swollen so much that the purple skin was stretched to the point where it was shiny and looked like it was going to burst. I could see small veins running along it and around it, and I could see them pulsing.
I took the cute little head in my mouth and managed to take all but an inch of it down my throat. It was so much fun. I explored the little flap that starts just below the opening, and I opened the little slit and tried to lick inside of it. After a few minutes I felt his penis start to throb and flex and I got my first taste of warm, salty semen. I wasn't grossed out at all and I gladly swallowed it.
Then he gently helped me up off my knees and guided me onto my back on the bed. He gently licked my asshole and got it good and wet. Then I watched in fascination as his penis moved toward my waiting little virgin asshole. The head felt so warm and soft against my dainty outer butt cheeks so he spread them. There was a brief moment of pain as the head pushed past the tightest part of an asshole at the beginning of the . But once his head was past it, the rest went easily and painlessly into me.
His firm stomach and the soft pad of his groin were pushed up against my back. He didn't start pumping right away because he said he wanted to savor being inside of me for the first time. We exchanged long, loving kisses as he slowly began moving in and out of me. I could feel him drawing almost all the way out of me and gently pushing all the way in with every stroke.
I came twice before he injected my little asshole with a load of hot cum. It felt so good. It began with a rapid twitching of his penis then I felt 3 distinct spurts against my inner walls.
We relaxed and cuddled with him still inside of me and. He's only an inch taller than me but really muscular, and he easily lifted me and turned us over so that I could ride him cow teen gays style.
An hour and a half later, we thanked our host and he took me home. That was the beginning of a year and a half of frequent sex with him. We still have sex from time to time, but our opportunities to get together were fewer after he graduated. Now we probably only make love once a month but it’s always good.
I wasn't the only partner he had that next year of school. He was after all, Student Council President and a lot of teen gays wanted to be with him. Also, I couldn't expect him to give up the other 4 teen gays he made love with before he and I hooked up. I had other sexual partners too. My partners were older guys who didn't go to our school. I wasn't going to be a point on anybody's scorecard and I didn't want to get a reputation.
He knew I was screwing other guys and was only concerned that I practiced safe sex which I did. He and my big brother's two best friends were the only ones I trusted enough to let them cum directly inside of me.
My brother of course, was happy that I was letting his two best friends make love with me because he didn't want me taking risks with strangers.
So that's how I began my sex life. It may not be as interesting as some other stories or offer up a lot of masturbation fantasy images, but I think it’s important for younger teen gays to know that they don't have to throw their cherries away in a meaningless relationship.
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