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Hero's Life Ch. 00

By: PacoFear



Author's note: Long time reader. First time writer. This is a somewhat goofy prologue set several months in the future after the events of a multi-part series I've already written most of and will be submitting rapidly. The good news is that if you like it there won't be much waiting.

Welcome to my silly head...

Prologue

Heather "Peaches" Miller twisted her silky blonde hair with a finger and chewed on it idly while peering out the airplane's window and down at the moonlit pacific ocean. She stopped when she realized she was chewing again. It was a new and bad habit she'd picked up from her college roommate during their first semester.

She reached for the heavy glass tumbler on the armrest tray beside her. It held an ice cube and an inch of amber liquid at its bottom - Glenlivit single malt. Her second favorite. Despite her tender teenage years, Heather had never much cared for wine-coolers, beer, or fruity drinks. She'd skipped right to the good stuff. She took a long drag of the cool, sweet scotch. First class had its perks. She turned to look at the small, pretty, freckled Australian brunette reclined in the seat next to her. She was maybe ten years older than Heather. Poor Lisa. She managed to look nervous even in her sleep. Lisa's jitters at the prospect of going home were probably justified, Heather decided. Their plan to save Lisa's marriage was risky.

The short version went like this: years ago, Lisa and her friend Tracy had jointly seduced and taken Heather's current boyfriend's (Hero's) virginity in a one night stand in Thailand. The three of them had been teenagers back then. He and the girls had lost touch afterwards. The girls had continued on as long time lesbian lovers. It got trickier for them when Lisa fell in love with and married a straight-laced, God-fearing, goody-two-shoes, frickin' tax lawyer - how much less imaginative could you get? Hubbie didn't know anything about his wife's bi-sexual needs. Worse, Lisa was too afraid to tell him. But, if he really fit Lisa's description, she'd probably been wise to keep her extramarital relationship a secret these past 6 years.

Enter Peaches. Lisa and Tracy had stumbled across Hero's story recounting their one night together in Thailand on an erotic story website. They'd managed to connect with Heather on the site's bulletin board and Heather invited them up to the States as a sort of Christmas present for Hero. Together, the five of them spent a gloriously uninhibited week together. Five of them? Almost forgot Samantha. Can't forget her. Sam was Hero's other girlfriend. To be fair, she was Heather's girlfriend too. It sounded more complicated than it was. Peaches briefly savored a vivid memory of kissing Sam's soft lips while straddling Hero's thick cock. It brought a warm tingle to her belly that had nothing to do with scotch. 

Their plan to save Lisa's marriage had been conceived by the devious Heather and designed by the deviant Sam. Heather would drop in from the blue as a guest in Lisa's home and seduce the married couple together. Lisa just had to play along. They would give him a taste of a nice threesome and some of the girl-on-girl entertainment he was missing out on. Heather would then discretely vanish. With a bit of finesse, Tracy would eventually take her place. Hubbie just had to be kept in line afterwards. That was the risky part - it was up to Lisa and Tracy to manage that.

It wasn't a question of if Heather's seduction would work. It was more a question of how long it would take. The five plotters had a bet going. The inside gave him three hours. The outside gave him a day and a half. Lisa's husband was a thirty-year old man who'd been married for six years. Given the right circumstances, including his wife's express permission, he wouldn't pass up the chance to sleep with a willing, buxom, 18 year-old blonde.

Heather glanced down at her body. She had a love-hate relationship with it. It was nice being hot but sometimes it attracted too much of the wrong kind of attention. She was 5'2" and weighed 110 pounds. Probably 15 pounds of that was boob weight, she mused. They were big. Big and round and they defied gravity. She was a very full D cup - she probably could go up a cup size to DD but liked keeping them tied down tightly. On their own, her tits were large. Attached to her petite body they looked enormous. She had a flat, taut tanned stomach and a smooth-shaven little pussy. Her tiny bubble butt, Hero's constant playground, was firm and tight like her legs. If the hubbie wasn't gay or crazy, he'd want to fuck her.

Her thoughts turned back to home. She loved Hero. Loved Sam too. Nothing, no one, at school compared. The three of them lived an unconventional but satisfying life when Heather came home to them on her college breaks. Still, Heather was willing to do Lisa's husband for a good cause. She liked helping people. Liked to see the puzzle pieces fit together. It might even be fun to tune the tax man up real good. Heather grinned a little to herself and took another sip of her drink. 

She reached over and gently stroked the sleeping twenty-something's soft brown hair. Lisa twitched fitfully. Heather considered waking her up with a few well-placed kisses but decided to let the poor woman sleep instead. Just keep it together for another day or two honey, Heather thought as she stroked Lisa's hair again. We'll get this all sorted out. She turned back to the airplane's window and looked down at the moonlit pacific ocean.

The plane's landing in Sydney woke Lisa, who sleepily gathered her things. The girls made their way through the airport to Lisa's car and drove home in the dark. They piled in the front door, Lisa first. Lisa's husband down the hall and greeted her with a kiss. He stopped dead when Heather popped through the door carrying just a backpack. She was wearing a pink tank top that stretched tightly across her chest and a pair of small khaki shorts.

"Hi Mr. White! It's so nice to meet you!" Heather gushed, looking him over. He was in the "do-able" range. She bounced over and gave him a hug, pressing her full firm breasts into his chest. She wiggled against him a little for good measure.

"Dave, this is Heather. She's a co-ed down visiting from the States that I met on the plane. Her arrangements got fouled up and she needs a place to stay for a day or two. I thought we'd show her some Aussie hospitality until she gets sorted out."

"Uh, yeah. Sure," Dave finally stuttered. He'd only seen girls that looked like Heather in magazines.

"Yay! Thanks Mr. White!" Heather cheered, hugging him again. She turned to Lisa. "Do you mind if I take a shower? I feel kinda icky after the long flight." She bounded up the nearby steps, bobbing her juicy little ass along the way in case anyone was looking.

Dave was looking. But so was Lisa. "Did I smell whiskey on her breath?" Dave turned to his wife.

"Scotch. She's quite a little character. Pretty too, huh?" Lisa, said studying her husband.

"Yeah, I guess." he answered noncommittally, hugging her. Neither of them commented on the half-mast erection that was pressed between them.

"Take my bags upstairs?" Lisa asked "I'd like a bite to eat before bed, airplane food stinks." She walked down to the kitchen.

Dave shouldered his wife's luggage and trotted up the stairs. He heard the hall shower running and paused at the closed bathroom door wondering what visual delights lay just behind it. He still loved his wife. Still thought she was beautiful and sexy. Her bright smile and sexy, petite, freckled little body had won his heart. Heather was something entirely different - something plucked right out of one of his adolescent fantasies. He sighed and continued on to the master bedroom.

Heather heard David outside the door and wasn't about to pass up an opportunity. She rummaged around in the towel closet inside the bathroom and reached over a pile of bath towels for a pair of white hand towels. She stripped naked and tied one around her chest and the other around her hips - terry cloth lingerie. She opened the door and stepped out into the hall.

"Oh, hi again Mr. White." she called innocently down the hall. She waited until he came to the door of his bedroom. "I found the bathroom OK by myself but which bedroom would you like me to sleep in?"

Dave wasn't up to talking just then. He just gaped. Heather had put her hair up on top of her head in a bun with a white scrunchi. It exposed her smooth, tanned neck. The towel at her chest may have covered the tops of her large, round breasts but the undersides were visible - almost half of her boobs were in plain view and swaying slightly with her breathing. Her smooth tight young stomach was exposed. The towel at her waist was ridiculously short, covering only her crotch. Her toned teenage legs were bare.

Heather patiently waited the 10 long seconds for David to compose himself. "Mr. White, I think you like my outfit." she grinned and let him take in her nubile body. She let her mouth fall open and darted her tongue out to lick her small pink upper lip. "You're not think about me staying in your bedroom tonight are you?"

Her words rebooted his brain. "Uh, no. You're an attractive young woman, but no," he rasped. "You can have that one bedroom you."

Heather twirled to look behind her. By some miracle, the towels held, but the bottom one lifted up to expose a perfectly firm adolescent butt cheek with a tan line that indicated she wore small string bikinis. Dave's one knee weakened a little at the sight and he leaned into the door frame.

"That one?" she pointed, back turned to David to let him continue soaking in her barely clad body. "OK, thanks." She turned, smiled at him coyly, and ducked back into the bathroom and shut the door.

Heather showered and went right to bed. She hadn't slept on the flight like Lisa and she was exhausted. She knew she'd need her rest for tomorrow. It was going to take some energy to affect the ditzy co-ed image for several hours at a time.

The morning came quickly. Heather got up and rummaged in her backpack for a pink string bikini. Its three triangles of fabric where tiny. She put it on and inspected herself in a full-length mirror behind the bedroom door. The top covered less than a quarter of her nearly double-D breasts which jutted straight out from her tiny body. She twisted at the waist quickly and her torso moved but it was a split second before her large boobs followed. Their heft made them swing past her upper body and then back. She grinned and glanced down at her crotch. She'd tied the bikini bottom tight enough that it showed a hint of cameltoe. Perfect. She was matrimonial kryptonite. 

She bounced down the stairs to the kitchen. Lisa was awake already, wrapped in a blue cotton bathrobe, and sitting at the kitchen table with a morning paper. No sign of Dave yet.

Heather gestured the wordless question to Lisa, who pointed upstairs. They heard David walk down the upstairs hallway and down the steps. Heather turned her back at the sound of his approach and grabbed a couple of pieces of toast on the counter. She picked up a jar of marmalade.

David came down wearing a conservative suit and tie. "OK hun, I'm off to work. Be back 'round..." Dave's voice trailed off when he caught sight of the half-naked eighteen year-old in his kitchen.

"I said she could have a dip in our pool after breakfast." Lisa nonchalantly said to her dumbstruck husband.

Heather fiddled with the marmalade and groaned. "Darnit, I spilled some marmalade on my top." She spun around quickly to face David. There was a large orange blob on the small pink triangle that barely contained her left breast. Heather frowned and looked down. 

Then, slowly, she reached up and plucked the jammy triangle off her chest and into her mouth. Her huge breast popped free and bare. She loudly slurped the marmalade from the pink fabric.

When she was done, Heather looked at David and back down at her exposed tit. 

"What? Oh, it's a just boob, silly. Wait, is it ugly?" She frowned again. "Sometimes I think they're too big." She tapped its nipple with her forefinger. Then she pulled the other side of her top up, completely baring both of her enormous tits. She looked at David with concern, then down at her chest and back at him again. 

She cupped her small hands beneath her giant mammaries and hefted them gently. "They're not too big for Australian boys are they? I mean they are pretty large but they're not, like, grotesquely big are they?"

David just stared.

"You can touch 'em if you want, Mr. White," she offered sweetly.

David still couldn't manage speech but he succeeded in turning his head to look at his wife.

Lisa smiled warmly at her husband and shrugged. "Go ahead dear. Just this once I don't mind. Plus, at least I'm here to supervise. Go on, you're not going to get that kind of offer too often."

David closed the distance to Heather in two quick steps. He brought his hands to the firm spheres of her tits and squeezed them gently. "Oh, they're unbelievable... so good..." he babbled.

"Gee, thanks Mr. White, " Heather cooed, looking up at him with bright blue eyes.

He continued to fondle her chest in silence for several long moments as Peaches looked on in amusement. "Can I put my mouth on one?" he finally rasped.

Peaches cocked her head, considering his polite request, then pointed at Lisa. "Hmmm... maybe if she comes over here and kisses me first." 

"All right, I'll play along for his sake." Lisa rose from her chair and approached Heather. "Besides, you are an awfully pretty young girl." She leaned in and the women kissed briefly then twirled their tongues openly together for David's benefit.

Heather pulled away with a sigh, biting her bottom lip slightly. "Oh that's nice. You're a good kisser, Lisa."

Heather turned back to David, "Okay, go ahead, Mr. White." 

He dipped his head and attached his mouth to the hardened pink nipple of Heather's left breast. He licked and nibbled at it greedily while palming its curved underside. Heather and Lisa resumed kissing hungrily until Lisa nudged her husband over to Heather's right breast which he attacked with the same enthusiasm. Lisa bent to Heather's vacated breast and took it into her mouth. Heather moaned as the couple nursed at her sensitive nipples for several long minutes. The only sounds in the kitchen were their smacking lips.

Heather stuck a finger in the marmalade jar and reached down to smear the sticky orange goo across the front of her bikini's bottom. "Oh no! Look, I got some marmalade on my bottoms too."

Lisa reached for the bikini knots at her hips, "Let's get them off and I'll throw the whole suit in the laundry sink." In a moment, Heather was naked and Lisa disappeared towards the laundry room.

David peered down at Heather's uncovered mound. He released her breast from his mouth to admire it. She had a light, even tan but there was a tiny, perfect triangle of paler skin around her sex. More interesting, though, was the fact that it was completely hairless. "So smooth," he wondered out loud.

"Aww, thanks. I like to keep my little cooter totally shaved. As a matter of fact, I just shaved it last night in your shower Mr. White. I used your razor too. I forgot mine. Hope you don't mind," Heather smiled. 

"Actually, I was thinking about you when I did it... and other things to myself in the shower. Here," she took his hand and pulled it down to her bald sex, "touch it a little. Isn't that nice?"

She moaned as she used his fingers to circle her clitoris. She looked back up at him and whispered conspiratorially, "Do you want to put your cock in there, Mr. White?"

David nodded dumbly, watching his hand spiral against her young, baby-smooth mound.

"I'd like it if you fucked me a little bit," Heather continued, "you guys sucked my nipples so good and now I need to come. Just please don't come inside me? I'm not on the pill." That last part was a blatant lie.

She leaned into him and kissed his neck. "You'll have to pull out. Can you remember to pull out? I don't want you to forget once you're inside me. It's going to feel reeaallly good in there since I'm so young and so tight." She took the tip of his finger and pressed it up through the hot opening of her vagina. She flexed her pussy and clutched at his finger to demonstrate.

David groaned.

"Tell you what... when you pull out, I'll let you come all over my titties." Heather undid David's pants and he quickly shrugged out of his jacket. He flung it to the floor.

David looked at his wife, who'd just returned. She didn't seem uncomfortable with the situation at all. In fact... "Go ahead do it, I'm still supervising," Lisa urged.

Heather hopped up so she was now sitting nude on the countertop. She tilted her hips up and spread her legs so that her smooth cunt lips parted slightly in invitation. "Is this a good position? I guess I've never done it on a counter before. Please come fuck me, sir. I'm really horny."

David nodded and pressed the head of his cock to Peaches' slit. He held his breath as her tiny pink lips parted further and the tip of his cock caught at her hot opening. He pressed forward a bit more and watched as he slid into her slowly, her lips pulling at his length and puckering inwards. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. He stopped midway and glanced up to Peaches' face. She was looking down too, watching him slide inside her. When she realized he'd paused, she looked up at him and bit her lower lip sexily. "More please, Mr. White. I'm a big girl, I want the whole thing," she encouraged.

He continued pressing into her and they both groaned at the heat and friction produced. He grunted when he was entirely inside her, his hips pressed against her thighs. Their eyes met again. "Oh, your cock feels so good in there. Better than the silly college boys I've let fuck me. It's 'cause you have a man cock. Does it feel good for you too, Mr. White?" She squeezed down on him tightly with her cunt muscles for emphasis.

"Yesss..." he hissed. 

"OK, fuck me please. But just a little like we said. And don't forget to pull out..." she reminded him.

David wasn't sure what "a little fucking" meant but he knew what he wanted. He began to slide himself in and out of Heather slowly at first. She rocked her hips up and down as he did it to alternately encourage his inward strokes and nip at his retreating cockhead.

"Oh, yeah that's good," she panted and rested her head against the cupboard behind her. It meant she didn't need to support her arms. She cupped her free hands to her tits and squeezed them in her small palms. She grinned impishly and bent her neck while cupping one large breast to her lips. She sucked its perfect pink nipple into her mouth as David watched. His eye bulged and she pulled it free to say, "I know its naughty, but sometimes I like to suck my own titties, Mr. White. Especially when I'm getting fucked real good like right now. If you suck the other one for me, I'll probably have a really big orgasm. Don't you want me to have a big orgasm?" She cupped the other round D-cup breast up to him in offering and cooed happily when his mouth closed over it. She returned to her own suckling and they rocked together with the motion of their now quickening fucking.

Unfortunately for her, It was barely two minutes before Heather's lewd display had David ready to come. He released her breast from his lips and hastily pulled his cock out of her with an audible "pop." Peaches quickly slid off the counter to her knees in front of him and pressed her giant breasts together. "Come on me, Mr. White," she goaded him "come all over my barely legal boobies."

Grunting savagely, David fisted his cock a few times and blew an enormous load, starting with a steady stream that hit Heather in the throat followed by several jets that pasted first one then the other of her large mammaries.


Hero's Life Ch. 00



"Oh, Mr. White, you came so much! Look it's all over my big titties." Heather giggled. Lisa moved in from the side where she had been watching. She slid next to Heather and leaned in to lick off the largest white gob of cum with a slurp. They both looked back up at David hungrily. Lisa bent forward at the waist to take her husband's cock in her mouth. She sucked it gently. The image of his wife licking his fresh cum off the young girl's cleavage had made his dick twitch again already. The sight and feeling of his wife sucking him into her mouth, fresh from this teenager's vagina kept him hard.

Lisa let him pop free after several long sucks. When it was obvious David was not going soft, Peaches upped the ante. "Ooh, you're still so hard....hey, how would you like to fuck my boobs, Mr. White?"

David nodded, still dizzy from his orgasm and swaying a bit.

"I'll let you do it if you do something nice for me first." She eyed him seriously. "I've always wanted to watch two people having sex. We just put on a show for Lisa. Now I'd like to watch. Will you fuck your wife while I watch, Mr. White?"

Lisa spoke first, "I'm game if you are honey." She backed up to the kitchen table then turned around and bent herself over it. She reached back and drew up the bottom of her blue cotton robe to expose her tiny freckled buns. She swayed her little ass back and forth temptingly

David took up position behind his wife and slid the end of his dick up and down her lips before pressing forward. He was less than halfway in when Heather stopped him. She was holding a stick of butter she'd liberated from the counter.

David watched as Heather brought the tip of the buttery stick to Lisa's tiny asshole just above his shaft. Lisa jumped at the cool contact but reached around with one hand to pull one cheek open lewdly. "Mmmmm," she murmured as Heather began to twist the stick of butter at Lisa's butthole. Heather looked grinned and explained, "Oh, I should have said before. I want you to fuck your wife in the butt for me, Mr. White. That's what I've been wanting to see."

"Certainly not. That's disgusting." David said.

Lisa encouraged her husband, "It's OK honey, I don't mind. It might be fun to try this once."

"No." David repeated.

Lisa whimpered defeatedly but Heather was determined. "Now Mr. White, if it was so disgusting would an innocent young girl like me do this?" She moved the stick of butter away and bent down to lick Lisa's glistening rosebud. 

"Mmmmm, oh Mr. White," she said, taking a dramatic lick at his wife's crinkled star, "her little ring is sweet and salty and buttery. I could lick her ass all day." Heather reamed Lisa's sphincter with her tongue then pressed the stick of butter back to her ass and twisted it forcefully. The yellow mass parted her round opening and slowly slid inside a few centimeters. Heather gently sawed that part of the slippery stick in and out of Lisa's rectum several times before letting Lisa's tight ass squeeze it free. Her sphincter snapped shut immediately. Some of the melted butter streamed from her butthole and down around David's half-inserted cock to drip wetly onto the floor.

David was staring at his wife's pink ring in a whole new way. Exhaling slowly, he eased himself from his wife's vagina and moved his stiff cock the few but sexually significant millimeters upward to the entrance of her slippery knot. He held his breath and pushed. The butter was an excellent lubricant and Lisa shrewdly pushed outwards with her sphincter - her ass suddenly swallowed his glans and gripped just below it snugly. He held still, gawking down in disbelief at what he'd just done and amazed at the incredible tightness and heat. It was Lisa who pushed back firmly to take another inch into her tiny rectum, grunting "Uhhhh..." in the process.

David came to his senses and, with his wife groaning in front of him, he ground himself further into her until his hips pressed into her miniature butt cheeks. Heather reached in from the side to spread Lisa's ass so that David could see his wife's ring stretched tightly around the base of his cock. "Oh, you're cock is all the way in her ass, Mr. White. Look how tight her butthole is around you. Wow, that is so naughty! Lisa, do you like it in there?"

"Oh god, yes." Lisa moaned.

Heather turned her big blue eyes on David. "I hope that when I get married someday, my husband loves me enough to fuck me in my butt like this, Mr. White. You must love her a lot. You do, don't?"

"Yes, I do." 

"Then fuck her, Mr. White. Fuck her in that gorgeous little freckled ass of hers and see if you can make her come. She'll definitely know you love her then."

David slowly built up steam, sodomizing his cooing wife and looking from her beautiful dick-stuffed ass to Heather and back again. Peaches had moved to sit in the chair next to them and was stroking her curvy young body. "Why don't you just go ahead a cum in there Mr. White?" Heather sucked on a finger she'd just eased from her own glistening vagina. "I bet you would like that wouldn't you, Lisa?"

"Uh huh," Lisa agreed, as her husband continued his long-overdue anal assault. They rutted together like that, his hands clutched at her hips and grinding his shaft in and out of her twitching rectum. After a few frenzied minutes, they came together, Lisa's years of anticipation causing an orgasm just from the satisfying fullness of feeling her husband inside her - an entirely anal orgasm she'd never experienced before.

When the spent couple separated, Lisa going limp into the table and David sitting weakly in a chair, Heather piped up. "That was soooo hot!" she whimpered as she quickly masturbated to her own orgasm in front of the still-dazed couple. With a giggle, she disappeared through the back door and dove into the pool.

David and his wife shared a long look.

"Honey, I'm so..." He started.

Lisa cut him off, "It's OK, darling. Really. I had a wonderful time. In fact, I think I might like to repeat something like this someday."

By lunchtime, Heather announced that "her friends had called" and she could be on her way. David volunteered to drive her wherever she needed to go but Lisa quickly closed that avenue by calling a car for her instead. Stepping into the next room to say that Heather needed a ride to the airport.

Now lounging in the soft leather seat of a towncar on her way back to the airport, and able to shed the tiring ditzy blonde affectation, Heather twisted her finger into her hair and thoughtfully chewed on the end of one golden lock. She reflected on her parting with Lisa.

Lisa face had been a mixed bag of happiness and grief at her departure. "Thanks again, Peaches... for everything! Give Hero and Sam my best. Tracy and I will be up to visit again next year, I promise." 

"Yes, please come up soon!" Peaches had said to her little freckled brunette friend, wrapping Lisa up into a third and final hug. "And I'm glad to help you set your hubbie straight err... kinky." They both smiled. "In a way, I guess I'm returning a favor... you tilted Hero's world a bit all those years ago. I guess I just did the same thing for David."

As for David, Heather left a quick note to him in the kitchen: "Thanks for everything Mr. White! You're so lucky to have a sexy wife like Lisa. I love Australia! And marmalade! Love, Heather." Piled next to the note was a tiny pink bikini. A souvenir of their morning's reckless abandon.

Now, riding along and looking out at the quiet Sydney suburb on her way to the airport, and home, Heather the puzzle-lover felt everything fall satisfyingly into place. The symmetry appealed to her. Lisa had volunteered in a weird way to touch Hero's life by being the one to actually sleep with him on Tracy's behalf. Heather had just reciprocated years later.

There were so many small connections that led to six people (Heather now included Lisa's husband) that could now live strange, wonderful and fulfilling lives. It all started, she realized, ten years ago when a nervous young Hero had plucked up the courage to lean across a hotel pillow in Bangkok to kiss an equally nervous and equally young Tracy. 

What were the odds of all of this happening so perfectly? Millions of tiny moments had connected in just the right way.

Several years ago, a butterfly had flapped its wings on a moonlit night in Bangkok and the eddies had stretched outward. What if Hero hadn't kissed Tracy... what would that world have been like?

*******

Want to hear more of Peaches' story (and Hero's and Sam's)? Stay tuned for the multi-part series: "Hero's Life." 

Warning: it gets a bit, well, intricate. The whole shooting match may not be for everyone. I like some character development. It gives the people texture. That way, when they're rubbing together (literally and figuratively) they generate heat. Heat is, uh, hot. For me, no character development means no texture. The people are just smooth, imaginary blocks rubbing together without friction, without heat.

Hmmm.... porn physics. :-)



Hero's Life Ch. 01



Author's Note: There's a prologue for this titled "Peaches" written from a third person perspective that is set several months in the future after Part 1. You can read "Peaches" first or save it for the end - your choice. Choice is good right?

Part 1

Heather is a clerk that does filing and errands here in our office. She'd worked with us all through high school. More importantly she is the kind of girl at work that the medium-smart and above guys quickly peg as "trouble." In her case, trouble comes in an absurdly hot little 18 year-old package. The male occupants of the entire office had breathed a collective sigh of relief two months ago when she finally turned 18. We got her a cake. She celebrated her birthday. We celebrated being promoted from perverts to slightly more respectable lechers. 

Despite being a 28 year-old junior manager-type, I play-flirted with Heather even though I shouldn't have. It didn't help that she was a talented flirt. Blonde, blue-eyed, 5'2", and 110 pounds, she bragged once when we were alone one morning in the kitchen having coffee that she had been getting hit on since she was riding a bicycle. "It got worse," she smirked, gesturing at her chest, "when 'these' came in at age 13." "These" were her large, round, 32-D boobs that looked impossibly huge attached to her tiny frame. They jutted straight out in epic, gravity-defying beauty. 

Just two days earlier, I had accidently learned that her boobs were also unbelievably firm when we collided one morning in the hallway. It was my fault. I had turned blindly after picking something up from the printer and Heather was right behind me.

Our unintended collision was a near perfect union. It started with one of my knees slipping under her short, pleated skirt Our first actual point of contact was her crotch jamming into the fleshy spot just above my knee. Her gasped, "Oh!" came as our mutual momentum began whipping our upper bodies together from there up. Her firm flat belly rolled into mine and then her gigantic boobs pressed into my chest. On sheer instinct, I darted my free arm around, behind, and up the middle of her back to keep her from falling backwards. It proved wise because her bright blue eyes widened as my 80 pound advantage sent her torso ricocheting back. I half-stepped forward to follow her, still trying to keep her from falling backwards, and pressed her harder to my chest. Her chin came to rest on my shoulder. 

When the physics finished working themselves out, it actually ended up being kind of graceful. She was firmly pressed to me from crotch to neck and leaning back with most of her weight on my arm. Her fantastically firm mammaries were spread to form a perfect boob barrier between us. We were in a shallow dancer's dip. I could smell her sweet, peach shampoo.

"Wow," she breathed, "my hero." She leaned back a bit more, pulling her chin from my shoulder and gave me better bedroom eyes than a teenager should have been able to muster.

"Hardly. Jeez, if I'd been looking where I was going I wouldn't have plowed into you. I'm really sorry." I leaned myself back to upright, bringing her with me, and she frowned a tiny bit as I stepped away. I immediately got the impression that Heather was not used to men stepping away from her.

"Well, you've got hero instincts going for you anyway. I'm fine. So what was the best part of that for you?" She smiled with a cocked eyebrow and straightened her disheveled cashmere sweater so that it now spread more evenly across her glorious tits. To her credit, she had re-composed herself quickly and was well enough to flirt.

"Hmmm... I'd have to say your shampoo. I like peaches. A lot." I grinned. A rudimentary sense of workplace etiquette had sharpened my riposte.

Her short, bright laugh came quickly and easy. "I'll just bet you do. See you later... 'Hero'." she teased. She stepped past me with a twirl before turning to continue down the hall.

"Yeah, back to work 'Peaches'." I craned my neck to risk a quick glance at her exquisite little bubble butt that made her short skirt swing enticingly.

I caught whiffs of her shampoo on me for the rest of the day. That night, I mentally replayed the feel of her body against mine in one of the quickest masturbation sessions since I discovered myself at age 14.

The nicknames stuck the way they sometimes do. She liked "Peaches" and I kind of took to "Hero."

It really started on a random Tuesday. I had been pulling extra hours at work for the past three weeks. A client with a rushed merger had begged us to take on a project. The completion bonus they offered if we could pull it off was immense, but I was getting burned out.

Of all people, Heather had helped me the most. She couldn't do any of the analysis but she could rummage through the dozens of record boxes. She fetched me files I needed. She put files away after I finished looking them over. My work moved a lot quicker as a result. She worked late too. It was her summer before college and her high school friends had evaporated. They were off on the usual pre-college adventures - backpacking through Europe and drinking in Mexico. I felt bad for her; stuck at home and working tons of hours but, as she succinctly put it, "It's either hang out with you... or hang out with my parents. Plus, you let me drink." 

We had worked out a ritual. Before lunch time we agreed on what we were having for dinner. Over lunch hour I ducked out for suitable booze. In the evening, she ordered take-out and ran out to pick it up. We usually broke for dinner together in the paper-clogged conference room around 8 o'clock. Another hour or two of work after dinner and we called it a night.

Tonight was Asian night. We couldn't decide on sushi or Chinese so we sprang for both. I had agreed to pick up a bottle of sake because she swore she could get her hands on a hot plate to warm it.

When she came back with the food it was clear she'd done something new tonight. She'd stopped at home to get changed before hitting the restaurant. 

"In honor of Asian night!" she beamed. She wore a yellow silk, spaghetti strap camisole with a Chinese design in light blue thread. She paired it with dark designer jeans and little embroidered flats. Her light blue bra strap matched the blue thread in her cami. Her top showed her giant round boobs jammed together in tight cleavage. It also showed the perfectly tanned skin of her shoulders. Its yellow silk picked up highlights in her shoulder-length blonde hair. Its blue detail picked up her blue eyes. She'd never looked better.

I cleared off the end of the conference table. She sat in one of the big leather conference room chairs at the end of the table and I sat by her in an identical chair right around the large table's corner. We opened trays and boxes. I warmed and poured sake. We munched happily, making small talk about movies and books we liked. In an hour, we put a serious dent in the 2L bottle of sake I bought. I think that's what prompted her question.

"Hero, do you think I'm sexy?"

I counted to three in my head before answering. "Peaches, the eastern seaboard thinks you're sexy." I focused in on the sushi platter like deciding which piece of fish I ate next was a vital decision.

"Really?" I felt her eyes on me.

"Yes." I still didn't look up.

"But you didn't answer my question." She followed.

"Hmmm?" Still. Not. Looking. Up.

"You didn't say whether you think I'm sexy or not." She persisted.

"True." I couldn't possibly make sushi look more complicated.

" 'True' you think I'm sexy, or 'true' you admit you are dodging my question?" She pressed.

I sighed, looking up at her pretty, young face. "OK. OK. Look, you win. True to both. Yes, I tried to dodge your question and, yes, I think you're sexy."

She met my look with a grin and flashing blue eyes; enjoying her small victory. She looked down to fish for another bite of her beef lo mein. This time it was her turn to speak while looking down, her voice softer, more girl-like, "So why haven't you tried to put the moves on me?"

I hadn't seen that coming. "Who says I haven't been putting the moves on you this entire time? Maybe this whole project is an elaborate ruse so I can spend weeks and weeks of late nights with my dear Peaches?"

"Hah!" She laughed loudly. "But seriously," she was back to the soft, little girl voice, "not interested?" 

"Dunno. I guess there's the age gap. We work together too. Maybe I've genuinely enjoyed just flirting with you."

"Arrgh. Look, I'm out of here for college at the end of the summer so we're not really working together. We're also not that far apart in age. You're a young 28 and... let's agree that I'm a mature 18." She glanced down at her humongous boobs for effect.

"Yeah, you're a mature 18 all right." Oddly enough, I wasn't thinking of her boobs when I said it. I was recalling one of our late night work sessions last week, when Heather showed me how to make a perfect dry vodka martini. 

"My secret," she had said in all seriousness, "begins with shaking the vodka and ice first." She deftly shook the mixing glass and can up and down. Her boobs followed suit; bouncing up and down under her chin. "If someone would just hold my boobs down while I did this."

I backed away from her, raising my hands like someone had pointed a gun at me.

She giggled. "Then I pour a tiny bit of vermouth in the martini glass, give it a swirl to coat the glass, and then dump it out."

"Dump it out?"

"Yup, dump it out. I think they call it a 'rinse and run'. Ok, then in goes the vodka... toss in the twist... and... voila!" 

I took a test sip. There was a hint of vermouth and a cloud of tiny ice crystals in the vodka. It was delicious. An 18 year-old with a martini secret. What the fuck do you even do with that?

"Damn this is good. Where'd you pick this up?" I asked. "At your age, I was drinking cheap beer begged off somebody's older brother and throwing up in my mom's bushes."

She laughed. "Well, beer sucks and you can learn a lot on YouTube, dude."

I snapped out of my martini memory to catch the real-time Heather finishing a thought. "... and they're either staring at my tits or talking to me like I'm a child. Sometimes they do both at the same time. Am I the only one who feels the fucking irony there? I swear to God, Hero, you're the only one here that treats me like an adult. Hero?"

"Hmmm?"

"Heh, you feeling the sake, old man?"

"Maybe a little. And calling me 'old man' isn't helping you with your 'there's really no age gap' argument."

She eyed me and changed tactics smoothly. "What's the sexiest think you've ever done?" 

Heaven help me, I played along. "Ummm... sexy raunchy or sexy romantic?"

"Oooh, sexy romantic. But feel free to share the raunchy bits too."

For any number of reasons, good and bad, I started to tell her about my first time with a girl. Well, in my odd case, girls. Plural. "It was when I was in high school during an extended trip with my parents to the far east. Hong Kong and Tokyo then on to Bangkok and Phuket in Thailand. Vacations as a teenager with your parents are tough, am I right?"

She nodded and huffed her agreement.

"So Bangkok was the first place I could get some space from the parents and hang out with people my age. I met Lisa and Tracy there."

"Two girls?"

"Two girls." I nodded and continued.

********

Lisa was a tiny, freckled pixie who essentially bounced everywhere she went. She was barely 5" tall with short dark brown hair and freckles. Deep, dark doe eyes twinkled with mischief. She was a cute little cheerleader whose enormous, bright smile made her somehow occupy more space than her tiny body took up.   Tracy was Lisa's tall, pale, blonde shadow. Tracy was the one I really fell for. She radiated innocence. We had that in common. Tracy was attractive in a more delicate way. Her body was long and almost gangly at 5'8". She had a toned, young swimmer's shape. She would be model-level beautiful someday. You could tell already by her proportions. Her most amazing feature, though, was tucked quietly behind her eyelids. She had truly lavender eyes. The only pair I've ever seen and will probably ever see. They were purplish-blue gems that she mostly hid by looking awkwardly down at her feet. I think I only got to see them at first by accident. It was at the hotel's pool.

Lisa and Tracy were sitting on lounge chairs in the sun. I had noticed them both as I was approaching, but intentionally looked away as I passed by. It wasn't an attempt at being suave. It was an adolescent mix of shyness and politeness. I didn't want to oggle girls I assumed were sick of being oggled. My plan was to try to walk passed while looking towards the towel shack where I was heading. Of course, not looking where I was going, I accidentally kicked Tracy's chair. Not so cool. Startled, she looked up at me and I looked down at her. I caught her amazing eyes and stopped dead.

It was Lisa who broke the awkward silence, "Careful, mate. You coulda broken a toe just there." OK, she was clearly Australian.

"Ooh, sorry about that. Clumsy of me." I replied scratching my head. It was all I could manage. I waved and continued walking to the towel cabana.

Lisa yelled from their chairs, "Hey, get us a couple of towels too why you're over there?"  I grabbed a bunch and came back.

"I'm Lisa and my not-so-chatty friend here is Tracy. Pull up a chair and hang out."

"Nice to meet you." I think my voice cracked a little. I was such a dweeb.

We traded small talk. They were vacationing with Tracy's parents.

Long story short, we spent the week together sightseeing around Bangkok. The ever-bubbly Lisa made our explorations fun. She sensed an attraction between Tracy and I, and made it her mission to get us together. At one point, while the two of them were posing for pictures on an elephant ride, Lisa grabbed Tracy's shirt from behind and jerked it up, flashing me Tracy's bra-covered chest. "Nice boobs, huh?" Lisa asked. I waited the few long moments before Tracy finally met my gaze and managed to say "Very nice. Very, very nice." Tracy blushed and smacked Lisa in the thigh.

Over the week, Tracy opened up and we started talking more. She was sweet and thoughtful and had a fabulously dry sense of humor. She liked Monty Python and could recite the Norwegian Blue parrot sketch from memory. She thought Starbuck and Apollo were dorks and that Balthazar's reasoning was kind of realistic. A pretty teenage girl with Battlestar Galactica opinions? She was a geeky adolescent boy's dream! For her part, Lisa periodically found excuses to disappear so Tracy and I were alone together.  Then came our last night. My parents and I were heading out the next morning to another leg of our trip. The girls invited me up to hang out in their room after a late dinner. We watched Chinese soap operas dubbed in English and laughed ourselves hoarse making fun of the bad acting and silly costumes. The girls showered and I strategically chose Tracy's double bed to stretch out on while they cleaned up. When they came back, Tracy was wearing a skimpy green pajama set of shorts and a tank top. Lisa, on the other hand, was wearing just a towel. She was small enough that it covered from beneath her arms almost down to her knees. She made a hotel bath towel look pretty darn sexy. Tracy smiled at my slack-jawed stare and slipped under the covers of her bed with me. Lisa passed us and got into her bed. Once hidden under her blankets though, she removed her towel and, grinning evilly, flung it at me. I ducked and asked the necessary question, "You're naked under there aren't you?" 

Lisa just nodded, still grinning evilly.

"She gets hot." Tracy explained with mock innocence.

"I bet she does." I said, finally looking back at Tracy.

Lisa went back to watching TV. Tracy and I talked late into the night. When we heard Lisa snoring from her bed, we turned off the TV and the lights and faced each other to talk in whispers. I'm not sure when it happened, but at some point we fell asleep too. I only realized it because I woke up when Tracy dreamily said "Don't miss beaches." It made me smile. She'd reminded me set the alarm clock so I wouldn't oversleep and miss the flight to Phuket - a beautiful beach destination. 

In our sleep, we had moved closer until we were sharing the same pillow, our faces were now less than a foot apart. It was semi-dark in the room - moonlight streamed in through the window. I felt Tracy's regular, sleeping breath on my face. She was so beautiful there just in front of me, her blonde hair falling across one eye, mouth slightly open. The late hour and lack of time gave me courage. I kissed her. She stirred a little and kissed me back, slipping her tongue into my mouth. We kissed for half an hour before she opened her lavender eyes and whispered, "I want to make tonight special but, well, I've never...."  "Me neither." I smiled.  "If you want to...." she started to offer.  "Whatever you want..." I kissed her cheek gently.   "I'm a virgin and I'd like to stay that way. " she explained.  "We don't have to get anywhere near that far." I assured her.  She looked over me for a moment and nodded. Then she focused back in on my face. "I have an idea. " She raised an eyebrow.  "Hmmm?" I wasn't following her, and frankly, I wanted to get back to the kissing. What happened next took me by complete surprise. Lisa, clearly awake now, slipped into bed behind me. "Can I crowd in here with you guys?" She asked, snuggling her nude body into me from behind.  "Gah, ah ha... naked girl!" I yelped, scrambling six inches forward to press myself against Tracy.   Tracy snickered down at me, "Lisa is a bit more experienced. She was hoping to help."  "So, all of us, together?" I rolled onto my back to look from Lisa and back to Tracy.  "Mmm... hmmm," Tracy said, taking my hand, It's your last night in Thailand. Let's live a little dream."

Lisa took my other hand and moved us both over Tracy's body. Together, we stroked Tracy's neck and shoulders, then down along her side to her slender hips. Lisa slid us around to cup Tracy's firm ass cheek. Lisa never hesitated. Tracy didn't flinch either when, together, we squeezed her ass firmly.

I was inexperienced but not dumb. "You girls have been together before."

Tracy grinned "Sure. I said I was a virgin. I didn't say I was celibate. We've never had a threesome before though." She turned onto her back beneath the blankets and shimmied out of her pajama bottoms. She spread her legs and Lisa guided my hand to Tracy's warm, moist sex, rubbing in lazy circles. Tracy cooed appreciatively.

Lisa had very direct plans that she whispered into my ear, "Come on, I'm going to teach you something useful. You're going to learn how to eat pussy from a part-time lesbian."

Lisa and I moved to the bottom of the bed. I was so intent on what was about to happen that I ignored the fact that Lisa was next to me completely naked and I was still fully clothed. When she slid the blanket from between Tracy's legs I was speechless. It was the first time I'd seen a woman completely naked. Her fine blonde pubic hair, what little of it there was, was trimmed short. Her delicate lips were a deep pink that stood out against her pale skin.

"See, she's beautiful all over." Lisa admired. "Don't you just want to lick it?"

"Yes, please." I croaked, by mouth suddenly dry.

Lisa leaned into Tracy's sex from the side so I could see what she was doing. She began with a few soft laps of her tongue at Tracy's clitoris then circled around the opening to Tracy's vagina. She repeated this then stopped, looking at me seriously, "Women like different things down here. Mostly, it's trial and error. The only common thing for me, and for Trace, and umm... any other women I may or may not have been with... is this: don't go attacking a clit with a nonstop barrage of tonguing. We need pauses. Little ones. It helps the pleasure build up until we come. For Trace, sometimes I lick somewhere else during the pauses. Sometimes I don't lick anything at all. It's the little rests that matter."




Hero's Life Ch. 01



With that, Lisa returned her twirling tongue to Tracy's sex and I nosed in to help. We took turns. Lisa showed me different ways to shape my tongue; different patterns to twist my tongue into. We took our time pleasuring Tracy and made it last. Tracy and I continued holding hands the entire time, fingers laced together. Eventually, she smiled contentedly and I watched her lavender eyes roll shut in pleasure. We let her come to a whimpering orgasm.

While Tracy recovered, Lisa and I scooched back up to the top of the bed and worked to get me naked. When my boxers came off and my manhood sprang free, Lisa eyed it appreciatively and tried to get Tracy to reconsider, "Ah, you're missing quite an opportunity here, Trace."  Tracy turned and focused in on my rock hard erection, "Oh my God, if only he lived anywhere in Australia." She sighed. "No, it's better this way for though. No regrets. Just happy memories. You both still OK with this?"  I laughed a little, "Yeah, so far so good."

 Lisa eyed me hungrily. "It's about to get more than good there stud. It's time for a naughty." I only understood what she meant when Lisa wrapped a small hand partly around my cock and gave it a few strokes until it was slick with the generous precum that had been leaking from its tip for the last half hour. She straddled me and in the moonlight I saw her beautifully compact little form clearly for the first time. Round B-cup breasts stood out from her firm, lean body. Shadows cast in moonlight showed a hint of her six-packed abdomen. Her body looked like a small, coiled spring decorated with a heavy smattering of freckles. With her short dark hair bobbing around her head, she was both sexy and adorable. More importantly, she was now nudging the blunt head of my fat dick against her tiny pussy.

Tracy leaned into me, watching our intersection, to offer some last minute advice, "Do try not to come right away. It's not polite."

There was the indescribable first feeling of warm, wet friction as Lisa's small body accepted my tip and I slide inside a girl for the first time. I watched as she pursed her lips in concentration and corkscrewed her way another inch down onto my shaft. When she pushed downward again but made no progress, I thrust up to meet her. No result. It was literally a width problem. It felt like I was sandwiched against bone on either side. Lisa wiggled us back and forth and we both groaned in a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

"More than you can handle, Love?" Tracey teased Lisa.

The pint-size cheerleader was determined though. Her tongue slipped out from the corner of her mouth as she rotated ninety degrees until her body was perpendicular to mine. It was clever; my width now ran front to back on her. She ground herself downward as I thrust up into her. Together, we succeeded in cramming all but the last half-inch of my cock inside her before I bottomed out. It wasn't that I was that long - she was just that tiny. Lisa began to slowly ride me. The going wasn't easy, she ground down and I heaved up, but it felt fantastic.

I was in trouble almost immediately - a virgin getting fucked for the first time in bed with two beautiful girls. I felt the pressure building in my balls. It must have showed because Tracy, bless her, dug her nails into my side so hard that I would later notice blood. For now though, the pain distracted me enough to get myself under control. Tracy sat upright and spooned in behind Lisa, reaching around to cup one of her small breasts in one palm. She reached the other hand down to circle Lisa's clitoris with a few fingers. The three of us bounced like this for a few minutes until Tracy urged Lisa on, "You better hurry up and come on that thick dick of his. The Yank isn't going to be able to hold out too long in your tight little quim."

The combination of our fucking with Tracy's dirty talk and stroking hands brought Lisa off. I came with her. The two of us groaned and ground into each other, mashing my cock against her cervix. I gushed what felt like a pint of come into the deepest recesses of her twitching cunt. Tracy leaned backwards onto the bed, taking Lisa with her and slipping her off my hardness. She rubbed the little brunette's breasts and clitoris through her continuing orgasm. I watched as Lisa's small body went limp in Tracy's circled arms.

Eventually, Lisa came around and rolled of Tracy.

"Oh that was good." Lisa rasped.

"Still hard are you?" Tracy said wrapping her hand around my shaft.

She gently batted Tracy's hand from my unflagging teenage erection and began stroking it with her own smaller hands. "That one, the easy one, was for me," Lisa said, "the next one will take a little longer and it's hers." She shooed Tracy towards the top of my bed with me. "Pretend I'm not here," Lisa suggested, "just do whatever comes natural."

What came natural to Tracy was to kiss me softly and brush her cheeks gently against mine. She then bent her neck to flick her tongue across one of my nipples. When I gasped she sweetly asked "Like that do you?" I nodded mutely. She settled in next to me and began to swirl her tongue around my nipple. She paused to lick a few fingers and reach over to circle them around the other nipple. "Better?" she asked, lavender eyes glinting gleefully.

Better?!! She'd just completed some sort of goddamn triangular circuit inside me - linking my chest to my genitals which Lisa was still stroking steadily. I couldn't see Lisa, but I felt her begin to lick my balls gently and take one in her mouth, rubbing my cock up and down all the while. It felt like my body temperature leapt up a few degrees instantly. "So good." I whispered. 

Their treatment continued and I lost all sense of time. I looked at Tracy, taking in her beautiful, smiling face so close to mine. Her pale blonde hair was fanned over my arm, shimmering in the moonlight. I felt Lisa pause now and again to switch her mouth from one testicle to the other. I smelled the orchids spread around the hotel room. 

At some point Tracy reached up with her free hand and slid it beneath my neck. She stroked there gently and brought welcome warmth. "You can come anytime you're ready. Come all over us. All over the bed. All over this room."

Her hand at my neck had expanded the triangular circuit into a diamond. Her urging words lit the diamond on fire. Before I could say or do anything, I came, groaning in shudders that rolled up and down my body. I couldn't see my groin behind Tracy, but I felt my balls squeeze and relax reflexively over and over. I heard Lisa begin to laugh and yell "Holy crap!" She must have aimed me upwards because I watched a stream of semen jet up over the back of Tracy's head to land on her upturned cheek in a wet splat. She jolted a bit before she realized what it was. Then she wiped it from her face with a finger and slipped the finger into her mouth, sucking it loudly.

Lisa's popped her little head up into view. It was coated in semen. It looked like someone had flung a cup of yogurt in her face. Tracy and I laughed as she crawled up from the bottom of the bed and groped semi-blindly for one of Tracy's pillows. She found one and used it to clean her face. It took both sides of the pillow. When she was done, she curled into my other side until I was sandwiched happily between the two girls.

"Good?" Lisa asked simply.

"Very good." I replied.

"I'm glad you kissed me tonight." Tracy whispered.

"Me too."

We fell asleep. It was barely an hour later that the alarm clock went off and I forced myself out of bed reluctantly. Lisa was fast asleep, snoring loudly. I woke Tracy with a kiss and thanked her.

"We'll never forget Thailand now." She breathed sleepily.

I gave her one last kiss. "No. We won't."

I left the room.

**********

"So I got on a plane and left that morning. Pretty much walked around in a daze for a couple of days after that. And.... that's my romantic-slash-raunchy story." I had another belt of sake and waited through an awkward pause for Heather to say something. I hadn't shared the complete tale with anyone in years. Frankly, it was a more detailed version than I'd ever admitted to. Somehow, it had all just come tumbling out. I blamed the combination of sake and the rapt attention of a beautiful, scantily clad, young woman.  "Wow. So that was your first time?" Heather wondered.  "Yup."  "Hell of a start. Where do you go from there? You must be into ponies and midgets by now." She teased.  "No, it's been much tamer since then, I swear." I laughed, "So what about you? "  "Me?"  "Yeah. Come on, share."

"OK, OK. Sexy raunchy or sexy romantic?"

"Ummm... sexy raunchy. But feel free to share the romantic bits too." I smiled.

"The sexiest, raunchiest thing I've ever done... is this."

Heather carefully licked her chopsticks clean, spun her long blonde hair into a bun, and slipped the chopsticks into the bun to keep it in place. She stood from her chair and sashayed her way around the corner of the conference table towards me.

I turned my chair towards her. "Peaches, this is probably the sake doing the...

"Hush Hero. Nobody is going to get hurt." She stopped in front of me and kneeled.

My life was never going to be the same...



Hero's Life Ch. 02



"The sexiest, raunchiest thing I've ever done... is this."

Heather carefully licked her chopsticks clean, spun her long blonde hair into a bun, and slipped the chopsticks into the bun to keep it in place. She stood from her chair and sashayed her way around the corner of the conference table towards me.

I turned my chair towards her. "Peaches, this is probably the sake doing the...

"Hush Hero. Nobody is going to get hurt." She stopped in front of me and kneeled.

I leaned back in the leather conference chair as she reached forward and unzipped my slacks. Her little pink tongue darted out to lick her lips in anticipation. She spread my legs wide and eased herself forward between them. Her small hand slipped into my pants and rummaged for the entrance to my boxers. My view was spectacular. Her blue eyes had darkened with lust. I could see down her shirt too. Her enormous boobs, clad in her silky camisole, were pressed together by her light blue bra into a tight cleavage that swayed with her movements. 

She grinned when she fished my cock through the hole in my slacks and held it in her hand. "Oh my. If I'd known you were sporting this around, I would have come after you sooner."

(OK, I'm not huge. At my absolute proudest, I top out at 6 inches long. But when I'm hard it's nearly 7 inches around. No joke. My last girlfriend had called it a "stuffer.")

Heather's attention now centered on my cock. She leaned her head forward and took a slow deep breath then let it out in a sexy sigh that sent her warmth across me. She licked her lips once more then stuck her tongue out to tentatively touch my pink knob. 

"Ohhh...." I murmured and reached up with my hand to touch the side of her head.

She looked up at me and wiggled her tongue on the sensitive underside. Then she crinkled her blue eyes in a smile and, tilting her dead down until I could only see her hair, she opened her lips and slid her mouth 2 inches down my cock.

It was warm and moist and nothing short of heaven.

Heather made several, slow ups and downs with her head, each bobbing stroke taking another half inch of my cock into her mouth until she had managed to take two-thirds of me. I felt the brush of the back of her throat. She gave a little cough and let me slip completely from her lips. 

"OK, that was a test run. Wow, you're thick. I can barely get this thing in my mouth much less deep throat you. You're not going to get the full treatment tonight." She gazed at my hardness and stroked its full length with her hand.

"What you were doing just then sure felt like the full treatment. Please, please continue. That is if you don't mind."

"Mind? You'll be lucky if you ever manage to pry my mouth off of this juicy dick of yours." She tilted her head back down and again swallowed two-thirds of my cock. I craned my neck to the side to see her lips wrapped around my shaft. It looked impossible. Her tiny teenaged mouth was stretched to fit my fat rod. 

She wrapped one hand on the unswallowed base of my cock then went still for a few moments in this position. I quickly learned why. She let saliva drip from around her lips encircling my girth to her hand below then gently stroked it a couple of times to make sure it was slippery.

And that was when she commenced the finest blowjob I had ever received. 

It began slow. On the upstrokes she followed her mouth with her hand, twisting her grip as it rose upwards. When her mouth came up to the tip of my cock, she swirled her tongue around its head for awhile then plunged back down until her mouth and hand covered me completely. 

Up-twist-swirling-down. Up-twist-swirling-down.

This slow treatment went on for a few minutes until I rocked my hips up to meet her a few times and she recognized my plea to speed up. She up-shifted into a steady rhythm, inhaling at the top and exhaling at the bottom. I felt her fabulous boobs rocking back and forth between my legs.

Up-twist-swirl-swirl-down. Up-twist-swirl-swirl-down.

A couple of minutes of this steady motion and the bun in her hair started to slip. The chopsticks were giving way. I reached up and gathered her hair into a ponytail with one hand and plucked them out with the other. Without breaking stride, she glanced up at me and smiled a thanks. I tossed the chopsticks on the table and held onto her hair, keeping time with the ups and downs of her skillful cocksucking.

In another couple of minutes, she sped up again. It became almost impossible to hold her hair. There was no time for her artful tongue swirl now. Her technique became a rapid, smooth sequence of cocksucking skill.

Up-twist-down. Up-twist-down.  

She was panting openly through her nose now. I wasn't going to last long at this pace.

"Uh... huh... Uh... huh.." I moaned as my orgasm approached. I felt light-headed and was losing feeling in my feet.

She sensed my approaching release and removed her hand from the base of my cock. Still bobbing her head up and down.

"I'm going to come!" I warned, not sure if she wanted to swallow or get out of the way. I certainly didn't expect her to do what she did.

She plunged her head all the way down. I felt the tip of my cock slide through her mouth, bang into the back of her throat, then angle down into her spasming gullet. Her tongue, laying flat at the bottom of her mouth to make room for my shaft, began to wiggle back and forth deliciously on the underside of my shaft. She panted through her nose into my stomach and moaned. In surprise, I lost my grip on her silky blonde hair and it flopped down to cover her head and my crotch. 

"Oooooh!" I exploded. Come erupted from my cock into her throat. She swallowed loudly and the ripple of her mouth and throat muscles along my pole spurred me on further. 

Spurt. Swallow. Spurt. Swallow. Spurt. Swallow. Spurt. Swallow. 

It didn't feel like it would ever stop. At least eight full jets of come rode up my shaft and down into her esophagus. Black spots swirled into my vision and my eyes closed involuntarily.

I finally stopped coming and melted into my chair. A few moments later my orgasm-induced stupor was broken when I felt Heather shuddering. I opened my eyes and looked down as she removed her mouth from my shrinking shaft. When her mouth was free, I realized that her shuddering was in fact laughter. Sweet, rattling laughter.

Giddy, I started laughing with her in a wheezing snicker.

Heather flipped her hair away and leaned her cheek against my thigh, looking up at me. "Ha! Holy shit, that was intense. I got a little inspired at the end there." Her pretty, young cheeks were flushed. She was red around the eyes too from her deep-throating finale. We both panted for a minute to catch our breath.

Heather stirred and caught her lower lip between her teeth sexily. She started crawling up my body. Her full breasts brushed my thighs as they cleared my crotch. She came up and curled into my lap. 

"You know, you've got the best tasting come." she observed. She leaned in for our first actual kiss and paused politely to ask "Mind some 'cream' with your Peaches?"

"I'll take that compliment. And, yes I'd take my peaches with cream."

Our lips touched, then parted. Our tongues met in a gentle dance of rubbing and slipping. She tasted of beef lo mein and come. All things considered, it was perfect. I wrapped one arm around her.

"So what did you think? Not bad for a widdle girl was it?"

"I'd say you have a unique gift. That was easily the best I've ever had. Where and how did you ever learn to do that? I swear to god, if you say 'YouTube', I'll scream."

"Tsh tsh. Girls have to have a little mystery. Soo....got any energy left to do something nice for me? Sucking cock makes me horny. If I don't come tonight, I'm going to be cranky tomorrow."

"Wouldn't be much of a hero if I left a girl in distress now would I? What would you like?" I offered, as she rose from my lap and I stood up.

She starting shimmy-ing out of her jeans."I don't need preliminaries. I need to come. Mind returning the favor?" The downward slide of her jeans revealed a light blue thong that matched her bra strap. Their further descent uncovered smooth tanned thighs. Her legs were toned and muscular. Years of varsity field-hockey and lacrosse showed with well-defined quadriceps and calves. Easily the sexiest part, though, was the hourglass-shaped gap between her thighs where they curved into her little hips. The keyhole space was three fingers wide and screamed "fuck me."

She kicked out of her jeans and slipped off her shoes, leaving her top on. She made a quarter turn, and I saw a side view of her juicy little round ass pressing against the conference table before she limberly hopped up then scooted backwards until just her feet rested on the edge of the table. She leaned back on her forearms. Her camisole rode up in the process and revealed a few inches of her tanned, flat stomach. She tilted her hips back and spread her legs at the knees. The front of her light blue thong panties had turned dark with moisture.

"Come here and show me what those ten extra years of yours can do for me." Heather invited as she reached down and tapped the moist front of her panties.

I reached for her jeans and picked them up from the floor. "For starters, they get you this." I folded her jeans in half, legs together, and rolled them into a tight denim tube. I leaned across the table and slipped the improvised pillow under the back of her head. 

"I want you focused on what I'm doing down here..." I brushed her teenaged thigh "... not getting distracted by the hard table on your elbows. Now lean back and get comfy, girlie. I think this is going to be fun for both of us."

I slid to my knees in front of the table between her legs and admired her thong-clad pussy. Her moistened blue panties clung to the outline of her puffy lips. It was a beautiful sight. I leaned forward and inhaled in a slow, silent sniff. Through her panties, she was sweet and musky; her scent a mix of bubble gum and new leather.

I brought my hands to the outsides of her knees and slid them up her legs to her hips. Curling a few fingers around each side of her thong's waistband, I slowly pulled the waistband downwards. Heather arched her back and raised her ass from the table. The stringy back of her underwear slid free from her asscrack. The front of her panties clung to her pussy a moment and released with a little wet sucking sound - a testament to her sticky excitement. There was no doubt about it, her cocksucking session had left her heated and juicy.

Her uncovered sex came into view and made me pause. She was completely hairless. Her pussy lips were a neat, smooth, unbroken vertical line of labia. If I didn't know for certain that she had just graduated from high school, I would have mistaken her for a much younger girl. I glanced up at the generous tits perched on her chest. From the waist up she was an adult fantasy. From the waist down she was a taboo dream.

I leaned forward until I was less than an inch from her pussy and breathed gently through my nose. I touched my lips to hers in a soft kiss then, with the tip of my tongue, I parted first my lips then hers. I found her clitoris easily - it was already full and swollen - and centered my mouth on it. 

I began my own test run of sorts. I touched the flat of my tongue, a quarter inch back from its tip, to her clit and rolled my tongue up and down in a few short slow licks. Years of ardent pussy eating had refined three default oral patterns, at least one of which accommodated 90% of the women I had slept with. The up-down tongue roll was pattern one. Heather cooed her appreciation. She cooed a little louder when I paused to suck my tongue dry and repeated the up down rolling treatment with my now drier and therefore slightly rougher tongue. Rougher tongue is a minor variation that some seemed women to like. Heather was a member of their club.

I shifted to pattern two, a clock-wise swirl that circled the rough topside of my tongue against the underside of her clit from below then circled up and around so the smoother underside of my tongue rubbed against the top of her clit from above. It was a little complex and some women enjoyed the contrasting angles and textures. I circled her bud half a dozen times like this and got no special reaction from her. 

On to pattern three. I again sucked my tongue dry and again touched the flat of my tongue, a quarter inch back from its tip, to her clit. This time I wriggled my tongue from side to side across her bud - rubbing up along each of its tiny sides. Heather's sharp intake of breath signaled a winner. The breathy "Just like that!" exclamation that followed was unnecessary but sexy as hell. 

I started a lazy rhythm of half a dozen side-to-side licks followed by a pause to let Heather's pleasure sink in. I still adhered to Tracy's pussy eating commandment.  

Lick-lick-lick-lick-lick-lick. Pause. Lick-lick-lick-lick-lick-lick. Pause. 

"Mmmm.... Mmmmm..." Heather moaned after a little while, getting more excited. I glanced up over the huge swell of her chest and could see her eyes squeezed shut.

Her one foot slipped from the edge of the table to rest on the arm of the chair I had been sitting in. Her other foot slipped off the table too and I gently brought her leg up and onto my shoulder. Her knee bent over my shoulder and her muscular leg hung loosely down my back.

After a minute, I connected more side-to-side tongue swipes, maybe 8 or 10, before each pause.

"Yeah-huh." Heather squeaked. I watched her tanned, flat stomach roll. The motion shifted her gigantic tits up then back down. I reached up with one arm, the one whose shoulder held her knee up, and laid the warmth of my flat hand across her taut young belly.

I continued my assault on her teenaged clitoris. Every minute or so, I added a few more licks to the sequence. Heather made little mewling sounds.

I reached my free hand up, under my chin and teased the drooling entrance of her vagina with the flat pad of my thumb. I pressed and withdrew just at her opening, feeling her young cunt suction onto my finger.

"Ooooh." Heather moaned as her legs gave a few little involuntary shakes. Her orgasm was on the way.

I cocked the shoulder holding her leg up. It tilted her hips back and her pussy up. Sliding my slickened thumb downwards, I blindly confirmed with a soft brush that it also gave me access to her tight upturned asshole. I pressed my thumb to it. It was slick with her juices and pulsing with her impending orgasm. I gently teased her little nether hole. 

Heather registered the lewd contact and drew a sharp breath. "Muuuhh," she moaned and pressed her tiny ass down against my thumb until it just began to slip into the hot tight flesh of her sphincter. She froze for a few seconds, accommodating the intrusion, then rocked her ass back and forth slightly. My thumb tapped just inside her tight bung.

"Yes! Yes!" Heather sat up, gasping, and grabbed the back of my head with both hands. Her taut belly rippled under my palm. Her young face squeezed tightly in concentration. With both hands, she pressed my face to her crotch. 

My side-to-side licking became an uninterrupted blur. No more teasing or pausing now. She rocked her hips more savagely. The tip of my thumb fucking into her tight teenage ass. Once. Twice. Three times. 

Heather came with an "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" and writhed on the table. Her ass clutched and sucked on my thumb. Her free heel kicked at my back involuntarily as I continued slowly and gently licking her bud through her orgasm to keep her riding high. I gently wiggled my thumb in her tiny butt for the same reason. 

We went on like this together until, with a sighed "Wheeeeew," she collapsed back onto the table and released my head. I gently pulled my thumb from her ass and leaned back. I kept my palm on her stomach and circled her belly lazily.

"That... was... amazing!" she gushed. "We are definitely even."

I dropped her leg from my shoulder and stood. "Uh-uh." I disagreed.

"Are you kidding? That was fantastic". She picked up her knees and rolled sideways into a partial fetal position, exposing a round, tanned butt cheek. "I came so hard I'm actually kinda dizzy." 

"Yep. But that orgasm was yours. Note mine. You got yourself three quarters of the way there from sucking me off. The way I see it, I only get 25% credit. That's a failing grade." I crawled up on the table and spooned in behind her. I wrapped an arm around her waist. "You going to keep that top on all night?" I asked the back of her neck softly.

"I think I'd like to. Is that weird? You're not obsessed with my boobs and I like that. I mean, you look at them but you don't watch them. You see but don't stare. It's nice."

"You're giving me too much credit. Maybe I'm too busy peeping at your ass."

"An assman huh?" She laughed. "Well, even if that's the reason then I'm enjoying having someone look somewhere else for a change." 

"There's plenty of nice things about you to see, girlie. Seriously, aside from my healthy fear of rejection and a hesitation to pick someone up at work, I think I've been a little scared of you. You're young and beautiful. You're bright and a hard worker too. If we can just get you to buckle down at college when you start in the fall..." I tickled her ribs. "...you're going to go far. You're a complete package, Peaches. Your superboobs are just the bow on top."

"A big bow?"

"Yeah, a big, big bow."

"You're already in my pants Hero. You don't have to..."

"Maybe that's why you should believe me. Now, I think it's time for me to finish making good tonight." I slid off the table.

"More?"

"Yes, more. If you're ready, that is."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Depends on how much you trust me. Do you trust me Peaches?"

"That's easy, Hero. I trust you."

"Then scoot that Grade A, barely legal tush over here and bend over this table."

She complied, scooting across the table and bending her delicious ass across the maple surface. Her round, juicy little cheeks were pressed together into a tight cleavage. Below that I could make the mound out her hairless pussy. "Hero, do you have a condom?" she asked softly.

"Nope." I answered, stroking her ass gently.

"I'm not on the pill." she cautioned

"Not what I had in mind." I explained, parting her asscheeks to reveal her miniature sphincter. It blended in smoothly with the paler skin in the cleft of her butt that was covered by whatever skimpy bathing suits she wore.

"Uh, I've never had it back there and you're really, really thick so..."

I reached a hand beneath her ass and into the delectable keyhole space between her thighs. I stroked her clitoris gently with my thumb. "Hush Peaches. Nobody is going to get hurt." 

"You're such a goofball. I don't understand what..." I interrupted her again by pressing my face to her ass and lapping gently at her little rosebud with the tip of my tongue. She jerked then relaxed with a sigh, "Uh... Uhhhhhhhhhh.."

I backed out from between her smooth buns. "That OK for you?" I asked. Peaches' earlier reaction to my thumb in her butt had suggested, but did not guarantee, that she might like this sort of attention.

"That's fantastic. I've never... well... I've just never. Keep going." She reached back and ran her fingers through my hair briefly, then made herself comfortable on the table.

I circled her clitoris lazily with my thumb and at the same slow rate I gently circled her crinkled star with my tongue. I wanted this to last for her and for me; I had fantasized about doing this to her. I took my time, circling and circling her sphincter. By minute degrees, I increased the pressure of my tongue against her butthole. It began to loosen under my patient treatment. I continued to swirl my thumb against her clit. When her ring had relaxed a bit more, I began to pause periodically in my circling to press the tip of my tongue to her opening, wedging it just a tiny bit into her tight ass. Each time I did this, Heather's knees quivered a little and she moaned a quiet "Oh!" into the table top. Then I would pull back out and continue my patient circling. 




Hero's Life Ch. 02



I started pausing more frequently and pressing my tongue to her asshole more insistently until more of it slid into her barely expanding hole. Heather's knees shook a bit more with each thrust of my tongue. This continued for several minutes before I swirled my thumb more rapidly around her clitoris and pressed my tongue completely into her rectum and held it there a moment. Still playing her clit, I began to saw my tongue slowly and deeply in and out of her ass. I was tongue-fucking her butt now and her knees buckled partly in response. I panted through my nose and continued sodomizing her and circling her clitoris. 

She pawed at the table top and began a low whining "Haaah haah..." deep in her belly. Her knees partly gave way and I pulled them both backwards into my chest with my free arm, locking them in place. I began curling my tongue every which way inside her now and laving the delicate inner flesh of her rectum with each inward stroke, circling her clitoris all the while. Half a dozen of these deep searching licks later and Heather's knees completely gave out. She shook all over and grunted a deeper, loader "Eeah... Eeah.... ," her asshole snapping shut on my tongue. She came violently and each time her butthole clutched and released my tongue, her cunt dribbled clear girl-cum. I felt it run down my hand and onto the floor. 

I barely held it together until she started to wind down from what looked to be the orgasm of her life. I jumped upright and pressed the small of her back down into the table. Behind her I fisted my leaking dick rapidly until I came a moment later; the first shot dribbling onto her ass cheek, the next three arcing onto her yellow silk top in the middle of her back, several more pouring down her ass crack.

I released my pressure on her lower back and we both slid to the floor weakly. She wiggled her way to lie beside me and dropped her head to my chest.

"Oh dear god that was good." I rasped.

"Errr.... shouldn't I be the one saying that?" She asked

"Well, obviously it was good for me too." I gestured down at my shrinking, cum-coated dick.

"Probably not as good as it was for me." she panted. "Holy crap, I've never come so hard. And I've definitely never err... leaked like that before. Did that gross you out?"

"You kidding? That's what pushed me over the edge to come again with you." I beamed.

"You're a dirty old man." she blushed, leaning up for a kiss.

I leaned away for a moment and warned her "Ah, I've just been in your..."

"I know. I was there silly." She leaned further in and kissed me sweetly.

"You're a dirty little girl." I teased when our kiss ended.

"Yup."

In a few minutes we reluctantly got to our feet, got dressed and cleaned the place up as best we could.

And that's how Heather the 18 year-old, college-bound, enormous-breasted clerk and I got started.



Hero's Life Ch. 03



Since Peaches and I hooked up in a long evening sex session at work that first night, we added sex play to our nightly work routine. Now it was: Work, Food/Booze, Work, Sex, Home, and Repeat. We were both getting home later at night, closer to midnight, but our morale improved. 

Our sex consisted entirely of rubbing, kissing, licking and sucking. Peaches had grown particularly fond of what she came to call "treats" - my tongue ravaging her teenage ass from behind while I rubbed her clitoris with a thumb from beneath. On occasion, if it were done just right, she would have a squirting orgasm. Goddamn that was hot. We hadn't worked our way up to full sex yet. We made it a little over two more weeks before actually having intercourse. That finally happened in a uniquely Peaches-esque fashion...

It was around 10 pm, time to wrap up for the night, when Peaches appeared at the door to the conference room where I was still working during our late night sessions. She was wearing nothing but a freshly pressed men's blue dress shirt. It looked suspiciously like one from the collection I kept in my office to change into for dinner meetings with clients. Of course, the shirt looked better on her. Its blue picked up the sky blue of her eyes. Its first few buttons were undone enough for me to see the upper swell of the enormous D-cup 18 year-old breasts that were disproportionately large on her petite, 5'2", 110 pound body. I hoped to see those boobs completely uncovered someday; Peaches had remained coy on that particular front. How she rationalized letting me stick my tongue up her bottom while steadfastly concealing her chest from me was a mystery I puzzled over often. The bottom of my shirt hit her several inches above the knee and I was treated to a mouthwatering view of her tanned teenage thighs.

She was also carrying a large easel and a flip pad. I watched with interest as she entered and set up the easel. She turned the flip pad forward and shot me an impish look. I opened my mouth to ask what it was for when she impatiently tapped the front of the flip pad with a black marker. The flip pad read:

Silence please.

She flipped the first page up to reveal the next page.

Good evening. Please remove your pants.

I followed the directions, barely fighting off a laugh at the absurdity. The leather conference room chair felt funny on my bare buttocks.

She flipped again.

You and I... (here, there were 2 helpful stick figures drawn below - the first had 2 large circles on its torso, the second had a thick line descending from between its legs.)

Flip.

...are finally going to...

Flip.

FUCK. (this was written in enormous balloon letters that Peaches now energetically underlined with the clutched black marker for emphasis).

Flip.

There will be no talking until we are finished.

Flip.

I will decide when we are finished.

Flip.

Yes, it's OK, I'm on the pill now. (there was a smiley face added for good measure).

Flip.

One last thing...

Flip.

If you come before I do, I'll kick your ass.

Peaches dropped the marker she was holding to the floor and made her way towards me with a determined look I'd never seen on her before. She covered the distance between us in three steps and straddled me in the chair, placing her knees on either side of my hips. She bent down and silently kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth eagerly, as her hand dipped down to encircle my ready hardness. 

I felt the warmth of her body from a distance as she slowly lowered herself into my lap. I felt the simmering heat of her young cunt when it made our first contact at the head of my cock. I even worried briefly about lubrication until Peaches wriggled her little pussy down over my end and I realized that she was wet enough for both of us.

She narrowed her eyes in concentration, exhaled slowly, and slid down until she sat in my lap, sheathing me entirely in her moist, hot depths. She held still there a moment and laid her head on my shoulder. Her huge round breasts pressed into my chest. I kissed her neck. We had been building up to this for several days and we both paused to savor finally joining this way.

Peaches began by rolling her hips in a few small circles. Inside her, I received a complete tour of her young vagina. Every millimeter of her clutching cunt rubbed against me in a hot, wet greeting. Satisfied, she began to rock up and down a bit, just an inch or two. I got a bit too eager and lifted my hips to bump her higher. It freed more of my length which she promptly swallowed on a hard downward swing. We both grunted at the impact. We quickly began fucking in earnest and it was better than I had dreamed it would be. Her blonde hair bounced around her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes flashed as she panted through barely parted little pink lips. Her giant boobs rose and fell beneath the shirt.

While we continued our increasingly frantic fucking, she grabbed hold of the chair for leverage and leaned back a little. She looked down to watch my cock slide in and out of her little bald cunt for a few long moments then looked back up at me with a smile. I took advantage of the space she'd made between us and reached into our laps to strum her clitoris. Her eyes slid closed. She brought her free arm up under the blue dress shirt and beneath the cotton I watched her small hand palm, then squeeze, a huge breast. Her breathing grew more ragged. I doubled our pace, now pistoning in and out of her, and her mouth fell open; eyes squeezed shut. Her body racked silently with pleasure.

Moments later, her eyes shot open wildly and she came, jamming herself down onto me and grinding herself around in the same little circles she had started with. I felt the inside of her cunt flutter along my length with her orgasm. I watched her shirt covered hand pinch her nipple cruelly. When her orgasm ended she laid her head forward onto my shoulder and went limp in my lap.

We rested like that for awhile and I stroked her tiny back. 

Eventually, Peaches leaned back again and poked a finger into my shoulder to indicate that it was my turn now. She began to post up and down on my cock in slow, long strokes. Her cunt had become, if possible, hotter and wetter with her orgasm. She began fucking me freely and vigorously now; swallowing and releasing me from her tight sex. It felt fantastic and I wouldn't last long. I stopped her fun by grabbing her by the hips and she looked at me questioningly. Her eyes went wide in fear when I levered the two of us up out of the chair and into a standing position. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around me, squeezing tight. 

I walked us to the nearest wall and pressed her back into it, mashing her tits into my chest. I started fucking her at the pace I wanted - hard and deep. The nearest painting banged against the wall in protest. We gasped together as I savaged her spasming young cunt with my pistoning cock. We managed this together for a few minutes before I ground into her roughly and started to come. She came with me, sinking her teeth into my shoulder. Her vagina flexed and clutched me hungrily as I spurted inside her.

Exhausted, we slid down the wall together into a heap. Peaches looked up at me with a grin and said just one word, "Thanks!"

I kept it short too, "Wow!"

That was a first for us. 

There would be another first for us, indeed for Peaches, in the coming weeks. It seems my tongue in Heather's tush combined with our new found skill at intercourse flipped some kind of switch in my buxom young blonde girlfriend. 

"I want you to fuck me in the ass," she whispered into my ear while dropping off a file one afternoon. She disappeared back out my office door before I managed to pick my jaw up off the floor. 

I caught up with her later in a private moment. Believe it or not, I declined. My problem? It was two-tiered. On top, it was an issue of geometry - her ass was tiny and my dick was big in the way that mattered for anal... circumference. The next layer of trouble - she hadn't done it before and I'd never done it with a girl who hadn't done it before. Butt virgins tended to run in the opposite direction when my boxers came down. Frankly, I worried that I'd ruin anal sex for her forever if it went poorly. Even worse, it could very possibly sour our relationship in the process.

Heather, however, was determined. "I have a strict rule, Hero. If you lick it, you have to fuck it," she explained one night after I'd brought her off in a long session of her sphincter-rimming "treats."

"Hmmm... and why haven't I heard of this rule before?"

"I just made it up."

"I think that's more or less the definition of cheating."

"A rule's a rule. And it's my rule."

"We'll see. If we do that together, if we do, we're going to do it properly. In a soft bed after a long, hot bath. After you've had a few drinks too, girlie, and I've made you come a few times first."

It didn't go like that at all.



Hero's Life Ch. 04



Author's note: Thanks for your kind feedback, folks. Stick with me. It gets err... stickier?

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It was Friday night a few weeks after Peaches had orchestrated her thoughtful little silent sex gag. I was driving through a wicked summer thunderstorm back to the office. Wind whipped, lightning flashed, and rain sheeted down. I parked closest to the door - fuck the handicapped, they shouldn't be out in this weather anyway. I ran the 10 yards into the building. I was almost completely soaked when I got inside.

I was listening to my iPod as I moved through the building and up to my floor. Heather had turned me on to French rap music. It was a sweet effort to keep me from becoming an "uncool old guy." Music was by far my weakest subject pop culture-wise. Of course, I had absolutely no idea what the Frenchies were singing about but the sounds and rhythms of French against a rap beat were darn catchy.

I made it to my floor and down the hall to my office door. It was closed. I never closed my door but that mild oddity didn't register because the janitors sometimes closed office doors when they vacuumed the carpets in the hallway.

I told you almost all of this so that you understand that it was dark, that I couldn't hear a thing, that I was a bit distracted by my own soaked clothing, and that I could not see into my office. For all of these reasons, I had no idea what was going on inside of it and was entirely preoccupied. 

That is why I was so completely, totally, and utterly stunned when I opened my door.

Heather was bent over my desk with her round little bubble butt pointed mostly towards me at the door. She had on a white tank top. The huge round boobs it contained were pressed against the top of my desk. Her jeans and underwear were pooled around her ankles. She was moaning too.

Not shocking enough? Well, Samantha "The Ice Queen of Marketing" was fucking my girlfriend from behind with a 4" strap on dildo.

I had not seen this coming...

"Heather! Sam?!" I choked out.

The girls stopped and turned their heads to me in unison.

Sam snickered, "Good boy, you got our names right. Now get in here and shut the door." I did, still dumbstruck.

Peaches, her hair bouncing as Sam resumed fucking her, pointed to one of my guest chairs, "Uh huh, sit down, Hero, and behave yourself. If you're good, we'll let you watch."

As much as I was shocked, confused, and maybe a little hurt, there was no denying that this was hot. I had a real life ring-side seat for something I'd seen only on the internet. Jesus, I wish I had TiVo for my brain; I wanted to record this for posterity. I was watching another woman fuck my teenage girlfriend. Pretty well too. Sam had one hand on Heather's hip and the other was circling her back soothingly as the dildo did its work. Heather was going slack against the desk, relaxing into Sam's steady rhythm.

I looked at Sam starting from the ground up. It was habitual from having looked at her over the years. She was wearing 3" maroon alligator skin heels. Intentionally or not, in the time we'd worked together Sam was actually responsible for making me care about women's shoes. As far as I'd been concerned they were just something to wrap your feet in. Sam wore shoes; there was a difference. These days I glanced at her feet when I saw her for the first time each morning. She caught on and, if she was wearing a new pair and she was in a fun mood, she'd model them for me with a playful, "Like 'em?"

The trouble with Sam was that she was rarely in a fun mood. More like moody. She could flip to cranky bitch in a moment. On the upside, she was smart and almost unnaturally good at her job - she had a unerring sense of what to say to keep new clients rolling in the door. It helped that she was a petite beauty too.

Sam was 5'2", maybe 95 pounds, and 24 years old. Her body was graceful and slender in a feline way. She was what my friends in high school would have called a "cheetah" - pretty and sleek. There'd be no chance of catching her (literally or figuratively) out in the open. You'd need to trip her somehow. We'd dreamed, the way adolescent boys do, of having our way with the girls' cross-country team. It never happened.

I continued looking up Sam's legs. Oh, these were legs. They were bare, smooth expanses of perfect olive skin. Her calves were tightly toned. Even her knees were pretty. Her thighs were lean and taut, I watched individual muscles play in them as she pushed in and out of Heather. I got lost in Sam's ass. She was wearing lacy, boy-short style underwear in maroon that matched her shoes. I'd never seen this much of Sam's butt before and I wanted to see more. Her little buns were small, slender and muscular. If I tried hard enough I might be able to fit her whole ass in my one hand. The voyeuristic fun was spoiled somewhat at her waist, a white button-down blouse covered her upper body. Her long dark, nearly black hair fell passed her shoulders. It swayed with the girls' combined movements.

Sam was treating Heather to a leisurely fuck, sawing the small dildo in and out of my teenage girlfriend. Apart from being sexy as hell, it showed how comfortable Sam was in this role. It made me wonder if she'd done this a lot.  

Heather seemed comfortable too - her body was slack along the top of my desk. She was facing me, her cheek resting on the backside of her hand laying flat on the smooth wood surface. For the most part, her eyes were closed. Every now and then she opened them languidly to look at me. She would smile a little bit each time - her smile was a blend of pleasure and smug appreciation that this was probably one of the hottest things I'd ever seen.

From the look on Sam's face, she was enjoying this just as much as Heather. I watched her hips push forward and retreat repeatedly. The front of the dildo that was sliding in and out of Heather's upturned body met Sam just above her mound. It's thickened base extended lower though, and I realized that it fell low enough that it probably rubbed Sam's clitoris too, albeit through her the lacy maroon panties she was wearing. It was a clever design that meant she was pleasing herself at the same time. It meant that the flush that was rising in Sam's face wasn't due entirely to her exertions - Sam was getting off on this too. She caught me looking at her crotch and winked sexily then quickly licked at the corner of her mouth.

Sam's flirtation distracted me enough that I missed Heather begin to come. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and she gripped the edge of my desk as her body twisted gently with her pleasure. She let out one long continuous sigh, "Huuuuuuuuuhhhh," whose end went hoarse as her lungs were emptied of air. Sam kept the dildo deep inside Heather throughout her orgasm and rubbed her small hands over Heather's round ass cheeks. When Heather finished, Sam eased the dildo out slowly and leaned back against a bookcase behind her.

I barely resisted the urge to clap, instead blurting out an enthusiastic but brief "Well, that was pretty fucking hot!" 

The girls smiled in unison.

"How you doing, Sam?" I asked.

"Really turned on. This is the first time she's let me do this to her," she nodded at Heather.

"And you, honey?" I asked Heather.

"Gooood... so good. She's not going to replace you, but the sheer kinkiness of it drove me crazy," she grinned weakly.

"Up for more fun?" I asked them both. A nastily erotic next step had just formed in my head.

"Always," Heather smiled weakly again.

I nodded and looked at Sam, "How 'bout you, sexy? You look like you need to finish something. Do you trust me?"

Sam shrugged. "I'll play along if that's what you mean." 

I didn't mind her cagey response. She was half-naked and had just fucked my girlfriend - she didn't necessarily trust me but she was clearly open-minded. "I can work with that." I rose from my chair and knelt down behind Heather who hadn't moved from her position bent over my desk. She let out a happy sigh when I palmed one of her little teenage butt cheeks and pulled it to the side to expose her tiny butthole. I licked at her small ring gingerly a few times and heard Sam catch her breath behind me. Heather was still a little relaxed from having just come. After only a few patient laps, I wedged my tongue into her ass and probed it deeply, pushing as much saliva into her rectum as I could gather in my mouth. 

I popped my tongue free from Heather's ass and turned abruptly to Sam standing behind me. I let my mouth drop over the dildo hanging from her legs. It was still warm and tasted like Heather's musk - a heady mix of sweet bubble gum and slightly funky new leather. I glanced up at Sam and it looked like her downward perspective of me fellating her fake cock was as erotic as I'd hoped. She smiled and ran a few fingers through my hair. I softly stroked one of her toned thighs and crinkled my eyes in a smile, meeting her green eyes as I bobbed at her fake dick. After several wet sucks, I let it fall from my mouth and gripped it with my hand. I pulled the dildo, and Sam still attached to it, forward and pressed it against Heather's slickened anus. 

Both girls gasped. I had seriously upped the ante - Sam was about to sodomize our young coworker.

There was a strangely quiet moment as I waited for someone to object. Nobody did. I pressed the smooth end of the dildo harder against Heather's ring and watched as her rosebud buckled slowly and the dildo's head eased just inside. Heather exhaled forcefully as her sphincter gave way. I glanced up at Sam. Her eyes were locked, unblinking, on Heather stretching to accommodate the fake cock.

I stood up and moved behind Sam. Taking hold of her waist gently, I whispered "Don't move." I reached around from behind her and unbuttoned her white blouse until it was open and slid it off her shoulders and tossed it to a chair. It revealed her equally exquisite tiny back. Small delicate muscles knitted and played under her flawless olive skin. She was wearing a small maroon bra that matched her panties and shoes. Sam was definitely stylish.

There were tiny clips to each of the rear straps of Sam's strap-on and I gently undid them. The dildo momentarily hung only from a skinny strap at her waist. I slipped a few fingers into each side of Sam's miniature maroon boyshorts and began to slowly slide them down her sculpted ass - again waiting for an objection. And, again, none. I slid them down her legs and she raised each little stiletto-clad foot to let me remove them completely. I reconnected both of the strap-on's clips.

I took Sam again by the hips and gently urged her towards Heather. We watched together breathlessly as the 4" dildo slid slowly into her upturned bottom. Heather's breathing turned into a hiss as it went in - she was gritting her teeth against the intrusion. Sam was just plain old panting. I bent Sam forward over Heather by degrees until she understood and laid down onto the back of the dildo-impaled blonde beneath her. "Stay," I instructed softly and took a step back to admire my depraved handiwork and Sam's nearly nude body.

I took a little too long. Heather got a little impatient. "What's going on back there?" she asked.

"I think he's checking at my butt," Sam giggled a little more girlishly than I expected and arched her amazing derriere higher for my inspection.

"I told you he'd like it," Heather beamed.

"Samantha, what you have here is a work of art," I said in awe. It wasn't an exaggeration. 

For starters, she'd clearly won the genetic lottery for 'ass.' Her waist and hips were in perfect proportion, curving delicately into her lean hamstrings. Beyond that, her flawless backside also showed signs of dedicated exercise. I just couldn't recognize what sort of exercise. There was no blemish or scar on her smooth olive skin so it either wasn't a contact sport or she'd been incredibly lucky in avoiding the usual cuts and scrapes. I ran my hand down her beautifully muscled back, over the curve of her firm upturned rump and down one of her sleek, toned legs. There was power here from top to bottom. Slow, graceful, controlled power. But what?

"Yoga?" I guessed aloud.

"No."

Gymnastics?

"Uh-uh."

"Figure skating?"

"Nope. Give up?"

"OK, I give up."

"Ballet."

"Wow. So this is a ballerina butt?"

"Yup, it's a ballerina butt."

I hastily ripped my still rain-damp clothes off and stepped up to Sam from behind. The flat underside of my thick erection sandwiched between her taut dancer's buns. She squeezed them playfully, massaging me with her talented ass. I humped against her gently, causing the dildo to root inside Heather's butt and rub against Sam's clit at the same time. Both girls moaned. Precum dripped down my shaft and lubricated Sam's crease. As I humped, my cock began slipping up and down her cleft. I pulled back a bit and pushed my cock head down and nuzzled it against the hot opening of Sam's vagina. She jerked a hand backwards to stop me.

"Uh uh, that's Danny's," she explained, "you can have anything else you want." She circled her own rosebud with a finger and tapped its center with her forefinger.

"Anything?" I asked, my voice raising towards the end with interest.

"Anything," she assured me. For emphasis, Sam sank the finger into her ass to the first knuckle.

I knelt and tongued her ass briefly then rose and rested my dick against it.

"Sure about this?"

"It's okay, I've done it before. Not in awhile though."

"Danny doesn't do this?"

She snickered, "I wouldn't let him even if he asked."

I pressed against her asshole slowly and Sam demonstrated that she did indeed know how to take a dick in her little butt. She pushed out and her tiny bung expanded to reluctantly accept the blunt tip of my thick cock. It closed again just below my glans. She looked back over her shoulder to grin evilly as she clenched her sphincter tightly around the head of my dick. It felt like my cock was being milked. Oh my, Sammie was a genuine treasure. 

Heather piped up from the bottom of the pile. "How's it going?"

Sam kissed the back of her neck and sighed. "He's in my butt too and it feels fantastic."

"Awww, how come she gets you in her rump before me?" Heather whined.

"'Cause I've done this before," Sam answered for me. By fractions of an inch, I slid into Sam's tight rectum. She alternated between clenching and unclenching her ass, pausing me for moments then urging me forward until I was sheathed completely inside her. I ground into her gently and the chain reaction of the dildo in Heather's ass and its base on Sam's clitoris did its work - making both women moan happily.

My hands still on Sam's slender hips, I pulled us back together until her dildo was almost free of Heather's ass. Then I backed myself several inches from Sam's ass. I paused, then pressed forward again into her and further, driving her into Heather. Peaches groaned as the dildo slide home into her ass and Sam groaned as it rubbed against her clit. Sam and I did this together several times until we developed a regular rhythmic double assfucking.

Sam was in the middle and quite happy about it. She began to move more urgently. On one of our joint retreats, she growled over her shoulder, "Stay there," and fucked forward into Heather without me, grinding the dildo into Heather's ass mercilessly enough that I was thankful it was a small one. She rocketed backwards to sodomize herself onto me just as mercilessly, circling her hips to twirl my cock in her rectum that she closed tightly over me, then fucked forward into Heather again. 

Sam continued like that, ping-ponging sinuously between being the fucker and the fuckee for several minutes before falling forward onto Heather and urging me on through gritted teeth, "Do it. Fuck me."

I resumed the same rapid pace Sam had left off then upshifted to fuck her ass fiercely. Sam was grunting each time I bottomed out - from my cock's invasion and the dildo at her clit. I felt my balls begin to boil and nipped my own tongue for the bit of pain I needed to stave off my orgasm long enough to see Sam through. It worked.

Sam's knees swung weakly and her grunting became a continuous groan until she came in a twitching heap atop Heather. I ground into her heavily, pleasuring her front and back until she stopped twitching. I slowly eased free from her ass and she pulled out of Heather then stumbled a few steps to plunk heavily down into a guest chair in a satisfied heap.

Heather, finally unpinned, rolled over to lie on her back with a wince. "Ahh, help..," she whined. There were dents at her hips where the front of my desk had been digging into her. I rubbed them soothingly, thinking that's what she'd meant.

"No... I need to cum again... was almost there... if I could have touched myself when we were doing it... but I was too squished under you two." Her eyes were huge and soft with need. She grabbed my dick and pulled me towards her.

"Wait," Sam interrupted from her chair, "come here first." I stepped towards her and she palmed my swinging erection. "If I do this, if I take you in my mouth fresh from my own ass, are you going to think less of me on Monday when we're back at work?"

"Quite the contrary." I grinned.

Her eyes twinkled but she rolled them, "Good answer," and sucked me down, twirling her tongue artfully. "Oh god, that's so wrong and nasty," Heather commented, masturbating as she watched Sam work on me. Sam pushed me back towards Heather after a final lick.

Heather spread her legs and pulled her knees up nearly to her chest. Her white tank top was bunched around her flat stomach and a little moist with sweat where it stretched over her large breasts. I rubbed my dick up and down her smooth slit before she dropped her masturbating hand to stop me. She pushed my cockhead down to her slackened asshole and wiggled it up and down against it. "No, finish me here. I want to come this way, with you inside me there. Sam kinda paved the way. It's OK. Just be gentle, Hero. Gentle with that thick thing of yours if you ever want me to do this again."

I hesitated, dick pressed firmly at her butthole, and Heather made the decision for me. She rocked forward and I slid into her ass an inch. She exhaled tightly at the sensation - I was much thicker than Sam's dildo 0 and I felt her clench down on me. "Push out, honey," Sam counseled quietly from her seat, "like you're going to poop."

Heather giggled nervously at Sam's directness and looked up at me. She nibbled on her lower lip and I felt her rectum slacken around me. I slowly slid a few inches inside her, her eyes growing wider with every bit that crept into her virgin ass, her hand strumming her clit in steady circles.

"Hero?" she asked.

"Hmmm?" I responded looking up from her cock-stretched sphincter.

"I win, you know. You're in my butt," she grinned weakly but happily.

"You always win Peaches, or hadn't you noticed?" I rolled my eyes.

Her baby blues flashed brightly at another victory, "Come with me would you?"

"Don't think I could hold out if I tried, Peaches." 

"Good, go slow. I'm really close."

I nodded and slowly withdrew then pushed back inside slowly again until the majority but less than my entire length was inside her. I had barely managed to keep from coming inside Sam. I wouldn't last too long but that was good right now - no need to savage Heather's inexperienced little hole.

She was breathing heavily through her nose while her hand worked quickly at her clit. I reached up and gently pressed a thumb to the opening of her vagina. "Yeah," she moaned as I slipped it just inside. "My tight little teenage butt feel good on you?" she teased.. I could only nod. Heather let her head loll to one side. Her cheeks were flushed a bright pink and she panted roughly. I watched the outline of her enormous breasts roll beneath her tank top in time with our slow combined motion.




Hero's Life Ch. 04



After just a couple of minutes of us gingerly rocking together, my shaft gently easing in and out of her ass, I was starting to feel giddy, my knees were going rubbery. My orgasm was close. Heather went rigid and came, her rectum clamped down fiercely, almost expelling me completely and moaning loudly, "Yeeeaaaahhh, so good in my ass...." I drove back into her a few inches and came too, spurting wildly inside her clutching young rectum. There were several long, heavy spurts - I'd been aroused as hell since this had started with me opening the office door almost than an hour ago.

When we'd both finished, I eased gently from her butt as Heather's face screwed tightly at the awkward sensation. Her rosebud snapped shut immediately and she sighed with relief.

I leaned back against the bookcase behind me and saw that Sam was already putting her clothes back on.

"OK, so this all just really happened," I said lamely.

Sam was dressed in a flash. She hugged Heather tightly, murmuring "Thanks. That was amazing." She sobbed a little as Heather stroked her hair. 

Her face wet with tears, Sam turned and kissed me on the cheek then the lips. It was soft and gentle and salty. It made me worry about her. "Sam, I...." She grabbed her bag and left before I could finish.

Speechless, I looked at Peaches

"She's sad, Hero," Heather sighed. "Sad and beautiful and broken. She cries a lot. She's all twisted up inside. She's not really a bitchy ice queen. She's just hurting. She's reaching out then feeling scared and guilty and pulling back. She needs to let Danny go. He's not the one for her. Not anymore. I think she's outgrown him. We should help her... please? Let's do what we can?"

I nodded. Peaches and I got dressed, gathered our things, and debated whether to still catch a late movie. We waited for the elevator and when we stepped inside Peaches giggled. "My butt's all slippery. I've still got some of your juice between my cheeks."

"You wanted it," I teased.

She reached out and took my hand as the elevator door closed. "Yes. I did," she said simply.

That night after the late movie, and some energetic sex re-living the episode from my office, we sent Sam a text message from my cell phone:

Free tomorrow? A proper date for the three of us. Tell your boy something came up. We'll go to the park in the afternoon and have dinner someplace nice afterwards. Sneak a change of clothes out - something dressy. After the park, you can get changed for dinner at my place.

I ended it with my address and said a silent little prayer, for all of us, then I hit Send...



Hero's Life Ch. 05



Author's Note: As some of you may have figured out by now, I'm preoccupied with a few things. One of them is having to wait for something and how that waiting makes the something even better as a result.

A few minutes before noon the next day, Heather and I were lounging together in the loveseat on my front porch when Samantha pulled into my driveway in her sporty little black two-seater. She stepped out carrying a small travel wardrobe bag. Her long straight dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was wearing a t-shirt and shorts like the rest of us. It was mid-July and it was already hot. This "casual Sam" looked funny to me at first. I'd only ever seen her at work in business wear. Her shorts showed off her lean little dancer's legs well though. We hung her bag inside and piled into my larger car for the local park. Once there, we spread an enormous blanket under a shade tree. Heather poured white wine she'd concealed in a cooled thermos into dixie cups (to avoid park rangers hassling us) and I spread out a picnic lunch. 

We talked while we nibbled. No one mentioned the raunchy interlude the night before in my office but Sam began a brief explanation of how Heather had been steadily wearing her down all summer. "She just stopped in my office first thing every morning and cheerfully asked the same exact question: 'So, are we going to lunch today?' " 

"It took about a month," Heather grinned, patting Sam's thigh. "She's stubborn. But, it only took her two weeks to kiss me though."

I raised an eyebrow.

Sam blushed. "After we had lunch a few times... and I don't know... maybe she picked up on something... she started asking me a new question over and over again every morning..."

"Yup," Heather nodded, "I started asking her 'So, are you going to let me kiss you today?' "

"It worked," Sam admitted, "I caved."

"She gave me a hot, wet smooch as a present for my 18th birthday," Heather leered. "From there, my daily questions just kept getting dirtier." 

When we'd digested lunch a bit, I pulled a frisbee and a football from a backpack. We played in the sun. As it got even hotter, Heather watched enviously as Sam pulled her t-shirt off to reveal that underneath she wore just a bright green string bikini top on her slender little dancer's body. The top covered Sam's perky B-cup breasts and its green picked up her nearly hazel eyes. "Awww, I'd knock myself unconscious if I tried to run around in just a string top," Heather grumbled, looking at her huge chest. Beneath her t-shirt and bra were giant round breasts that I hadn't yet seen despite our advanced sexplay.

"Those perfect superboobs aren't getting much sympathy from me," Sam sassed her.

Perfect boobs aside, we soon identified one of Heather's few flaws - she couldn't throw a frisbee worth shit. I chased down her horrible tosses while Sam coached her on proper form. Sam soon saw the problem. "I think it's her tits," Sam marvelled, "look, she can't curl her arm in right." We laughed together at the diagnosis. 

"So what do I do?" Heather asked.

"Breast reduction," Sam teased, "It's tits or frisbee. You'll have to decide." Sam's good humor made me smile. This was a happy Sam. One we'd hoped was in there somewhere.

For her part, Heather soon redeemed herself with the football. Her spiral was even tighter than mine. Peaches continued to prove that she was more than a pretty face with a hot cartoon-like body. "Dad and I played catch a lot in my hardcore tomboy days," she explained, hurling another 20 yarder with practiced ease.

When we'd had enough, we collapsed back on the blanket in the shade. As we passed around a large bottle of cold water, Sam stretched her feet out, pointing her toes this way and that. She'd been running barefoot while we played. I pulled one of her feet into my lap and began massaging her sole. Sam's eyes narrowed with pleasure. Heather scooched over and did the same with Sam's other foot. "Uh, that's good," she groaned and laid back to enjoy. It gave me a tantalizing view up her shorts. Something lacy, black and pretty was under there. Heather caught me looking and smirked indulgently at my immaturity. At length, she softly asked, "Soooo, how are things going with Danny?"

"Shitty," Sam sighed, "same as usual."

Curiousity got the best of me. "How did you guys meet?" I blurted out. Heather darted her eyes at me then looked away.

"I thought you'd have heard by now. It's a sordid story. I figured it had made the rounds at the office or that Heather would have told you." 

I shook my head.

"It's your business honey," Heather said simply.

"The short version is this: Danny was best friends with my last boyfriend, Stephen. Stephen and I dated all through high school and into college. Before that, we had been best friends growing up. He was the first boy I kissed, the first boy I saw naked, the first boy I slept with. He was my first love - we were soulmates. We did everything together. Stephen had quite the imagination. God, the things he did to me. The things he let me do to him." She swooned a little. "I'd need several drinks before I described them."

"What happened?"

"Stephen was killed four years ago," Sam's voice tightened, "Car accident. On his way home from dropping me off one night after our date a drunk driver crossed the divider and plowed into him. He was killed instantly. Just like that, he was gone. Wiped away."

"And Danny?" I asked softly after a moment.

Sam sighed. "Like I said, Danny was Stephen's best friend. He hung out with us a lot. On the first anniversary of Stephen's death, we hooked up after a night of crying and drinking. I moved in with him. I think we were both still missing Stephen. Things were bad from the start though. Danny just isn't Stephen. It's probably not fair for me to ask him to be. We still have a connection, but it's thin and getting thinner. For one thing, he's more interested in beer, watching sports, and playing video games than spending any real time with me.

"You deserve better you know," I said, meeting Sam's green eyes with my own for a long moment.

She fixed me with an intense look, almost peering through me, and smiled. "Is this better Hero? Is that where this is headed? Are you better?"

"I don't know if I'm better," I scratched my head, "Different maybe, but..."

Heather silenced me with a slap to the shoulder. "Don't listen to him. He's better. I'm better too."

I sighed. "Look, for what it's worth, I think you need to bail out. Even if it it hurts him and you. There will be more pain later if you don't."

Sam nodded. "I know. And trust me, I'm not afraid of hurting people when I have to." I saw something dark and feral shift behind Sam's green gaze. "I'll do it when I'm ready. But right now, he's all I have left of Stephen and it's still too hard to let that go." Sam studied me intently again for a moment, "How about you Hero, you ever hurt anyone?" 

Wow, that was a good question. She might as well have banged a tuning fork and held it next to my head. She'd shared something personal, though, so I returned the favor. "Sure," I admitted, "my first girlfriend. Got her pregnant when a condom broke. She didn't want a baby so it was off to planned parenthood. I went with her. When they put her under to do it, I begged the doctor to stay. Told him it was my fault. He let me. It was terrible. We broke up soon after. Not much I could do. She needed to move on and to really do it she had to leave me." I took a drink of water. "It's how I got this tattoo," I gestured at my bare shoulder.

"Yeah, what does that say anyway?" Peaches asked.

"It's Hebrew isn't it?" Sam guessed, reaching up to trace her fingers over the ink.

"Yup."

"But you're not Jewish..." Peaches puzzled.

"If I was, I wouldn't be allowed to have the tattoo now would I?"

"So what does it say?" Sam repeated Heather's question.

"It says B'al Tashchit - 'Do not destroy.' It's a law against breaking or hurting stuff, including people. One of the nurses at the clinic told me that I had B'al Tashchit in my heart, that I was a good boy."

"So you looked it up and had somebody tattoo you with it?" Sam wondered.

"Yup."

"My big softie," Peaches gushed. She pulled me into a tight hug and proposition me. "I'd do you right here in the park if I thought we could get away with it."

"And I'd watch." Sam wiggled her eyebrows.

"Promises. Promises," I said, "Come on, let's head home. We can take our time cleaning up for dinner."

We gathered our things and drove back to my place. On the ride home, Peaches was nibbling my neck. She clearly had sex on the brain. Sam teased her from the back seat, calling her a horny little slut.

When we were home and putting things away in the kitchen, it was Sam who prompted Heather again. "So, do I get to watch you guys do it or..."

"If it's up to me you can join in too if you like," I offered.

"We'll see..." Sam rose onto her tiptoes and kissed me softly on the nose. Her sweet gesture distracted me and I didn't notice that Heather had knelt down until her little hands slid into the waistband of my shorts.

"Right here in the kitchen, Peaches?" I asked as my shorts were abruptly yanked down and my already half-mast erection popped free.

"And what's wrong with the kitchen?" Heather replied as she bent her head and swallowed most of me into her small mouth in one gulp.

"Absolutely nothing," I moaned

Heather sucked and twirled her tongue until I was fully hard then released me. "That's what I thought," she smiled as she pulled me down to the floor with her. She wriggled out of her shorts until she was naked from the waist down and laying on her back with her legs spread lewdly in invitation.

Sam moved a few steps away and sat on a barstool by the kitchen counter, her eyes on us the entire time. She looked on as I rubbed my spit-slickened end along Heather's perfectly bald little slit and pushed into her. We groaned together and began screwing happily on the tile floor.

"Little help here Sam?" Peaches soon asked between breaths as we fucked. "Would you take off my bra? It's all tight and sweaty from running around outside." Sam rolled her eyes but came over and knelt above Heather's head. She skillfully reached through the armhole of Heather's t-shirt to unhook her bra and they both worked to pull it off and out the armhole. Heather sighed happily when she was free of the confinement. Sam stayed kneeled by Heather's head watching us make love.

"Hey Sam?" Heather asked, fixing on me with her soft blue eyes, "Take off my shirt too, would you?" 

Sam glanced uncomfortably at me. She knew that Heather had been shy about this - that I'd never seen her naked from the waist up. "You sure?" Sam asked gently.

Heather kept looking at me and just smiled. The expectation was probably written all over my face. "Yeah, he's ready. I am too. Do it extra slow Sam. Hero's been waiting for this for awhile."

Heather raised her arms above her head and Sam did as she asked. It was like watching a perfect sunrise. The bottom of Heather's t-shirt crept up her flat, smooth belly. Her barely visible little ribs moving beneath her beautiful skin were uncovered next. The anticipation made me stop pushing into her when the hem reached the bottoms of her boobs and rose over their large curved undersides. Then the shirt's bottom crested and hit her mid-boob. A pair of perfectly matched, little pink nipples popped into view. They were puckered and hard with her excitement. The t-shirt slid up the upper slope of her chest and Sam pulled the t-shirt over Heather's head and off. Heather was finally completely nude beneath me and the wait had been worth it. She was gorgeous from head to toe. Her newly revealed breasts were large, round, firm and definitely real. The skin stretched tightly over them, barely containing their mass in a gravity-defying way reserved for young, teenage girl boobs. Like the rest of her, they were lightly tanned. They had little pale triangles just around her nipples that matched a similar triangle at her crotch. Peaches may not have been able to run around in a small bikini, but she certainly tanned in one. If she was tanning at home in that kind of outfit her Dad and brother were either saints, gay, or taking prescription sedatives.

"See, I told you he'd like them," Sam quipped, echoing what Heather had said about Sam's fantastic ass the night before.

Just then I realized that I'd stopped fucking and resumed, my eyes glued to Heather's chest rocking up and down with our movements. It was only a few minutes before I stumbled out a request, "Can I, uh.... do you mind if I..."

"You want to fuck them don't you?" Heather grinned. I just nodded dumbly.

"Sure, they usually have that effect on guys. If Sam holds 'em together for you, my hands will be free to touch myself. That would be a nice change, actually. For once, I'd be able to get off while doing this.

I gently pulled out of Peaches and scooted up her body to straddle her flat belly. I'd never done this before and was unsure how to proceed. Sam came to my rescue, leaning forward to lick the valley between Heather's breasts. Heather's arms slid under me and she began to masturbate slowly. When Sam was done wetting Heather's chest, she gave my cock a long tantalizing lick then took it in her hand and pressed it down between her friend's tits. She pushed first one boob then the other over me and together to form a tight, warm tunnel that completely surrounded me. I began to rock in and out of Heather's cleavage slowly. The entire scene was erotic as hell. Heather's eyes were closed and she'd caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she pleasured herself. Her blonde hair was spread out on the floor. Sam was still fully clothed and she was crouched over a completely nude Heather. Sam's tiny hands were cupping her friend's overripe adolescent breasts. She egged Heather on periodically by swirling her thumbs over Heather's nipples, making her pant a little louder each time.

I started moving in and out off Heather's cleavage faster and we both moaned. Heather's nubile body seemed tailor-made for granting male fantasies. I watched my cock slide in and out and grunted with the pleasure.

I think it was the way Sam cocked her head that caught my attention. I glanced up to see that she was looking intently at Heather. After a long moment, she leaned further over Heather's body to whisper softly in my ear, "No Hero, not like this. Not the first time she's shared this with you."

I craned my neck to look down at Heather. She looked like she was resolved to her fate as a boob-fuckee and was enjoying herself.

"Just trust me, go back to fucking her. In fact, fuck her extra hard," Sam murmured. She paused a second before continuing, "If you make her come, I'll let you have my ass again tonight." She licked my earlobe wetly.

My heart skipped three beats. Was she serious?! This was like waving a bowl of candy in front of a kid that was already eating a slice of cake and then telling him he couldn't have any candy until he was done the cake. You weren't introducing a requirement - he was already going to eat the cake - you'd only succeeded in telling the kid what was going to happen next.

With a grunt, I slipped myself free from Heather's chest and scooted back between her legs. I drove into her hot, moist depths in one thrust. Her eyes opened wide at my entry. She redoubled the strumming of her clitoris and rose her hips up to meet me at every push. I fucked her wildly, holding my breath until I saw signs of Heather's impending orgasm. I came, gushing inside her, as she heaved with her own orgasm.

"You're the first to give up the boobs," Heather panted, still quivering and looking up at me.

Before I could credit her, Sam patted me gently on the chest. "Like you said, he's 'better'... than the average fella." With that, I was instantly in Sam's debt. Her small deception on my behalf and her compliment gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.

"Of course, he is. He's my hero," Peaches beamed and pulled me down for a kiss. She glanced at a clock in the kitchen and looked up to Sam, "Wanna shower together?" She offered slyly.

"Absolutely." Sam grinned.

We got to our feet and the girls linked arms to head up to the shower. It looked a bit silly because Peaches was stark naked with my cum rolling down one thigh and Sam was fully clothed. When I moved to follow them, Peaches stopped me, "Sorry stud, girls only now. Sammie didn't get any fun and I'm feeling helpful. I'm going to show her your shower massager."

I sighed as they disappeared upstairs and I heard the shower turn on. When Sam's loud moaning finally died down 15 minutes later, I gave the girls another 15 minutes and joined them in the master bathroom.



Hero's Life Ch. 06



Author's note: This is a longer installment. A word of warning to the slightly squeamish - there's some gentle "water sports" towards the very end. If you're just coming into this story now, I can reduce your confusion somewhat by explaining that Heather and Peaches are the same person. Peaches is a nickname.

When I made it up to the bathroom to join the girls, Samantha and Heather were getting ready in front of a pair of matching mirrors and sinks. Heather was wearing a white satin robe that I'd given her as a random gift when I saw her pause to admire it in a department store. Sam was wearing my heavier terry cloth robe. It looked ridiculous on her, but it's blatant hugeness made her look smaller and that much more adorable.

"So where are we going for dinner tonight anyway?" Heather asked me when she saw me at the door. I named the top-end steakhouse in town. 

"She's a vegetarian you ass," Peaches jerked her chin at Sam. 

I slapped myself in the forehead, "I actually knew that, I swear."

Sam stepped towards me and up onto her tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek. "No, its cool. Really. I love their creamed spinach and their grilled asparagus."

"Asparagus?" I brightened. "I remember asparagus. I miss asparagus." I looked at Peaches.

"What am I missing?" Sam asked looking back and forth between us.

"She won't let me eat asparagus," I chided.

"Why not?" Sam followed up. 

"I never said he couldn't have it. I just said he had to choose," Heather smirked.

"Phooey. Asparagus or blowjobs. Some choice." I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. 


"What? It makes his come taste yucky!" I heard Heather try to explain over Sam's laughter.

By the time I finished getting ready the girls were waiting downstairs and chatting.

".... his Dad traveled a lot. Pretty much raised by his mom. No brothers. All his friends growing up were girls..."

You're saying he's a little too in touch with his feminine side?" I heard Peaches ask as I came down the stairs.

"I'm saying he's a lesbian with a big dick," Sam whispered as I rounded the corner.

"Ahem. Ladies, am I interrupting anything?"

"Girl talk." They said in unison.

Sam was wearing a satiny dark chocolate brown wrap dress that was wrapped very loosely. As a result, its front was a deep 'V' that revealed a hint of the inside curves of her breasts and showed miles of perfect olive skin. At its bottom, the dress stopped at mid-thigh to show her long lean legs. Her matching chocolate three inch stilettos exaggerated their length. I wanted to touch my tongue to her black cherry nail-polished toes and lick upwards until she made me stop. Her hair was down - it was a wavy midnight black with dark brown highlights.

"You look amazing," I leaned in to kiss her cheek politely but she turned to meet me for a heated kiss, "Can I ask what, if anything, you have on under there?" 

"You could ask," She arched an eyebrow.

Peaches was wearing a white linen sundress. It was tailored to fit her ridiculous proportions by tapering in severely between her large chest and her tiny waist. The line of her dress successfully showed she was both well-endowed and petite. I didn't bother asking her what was under her dress because, while the light linen covered everything, it was also a bit transparent. Her lacy white push up bra and thong panties were visible. Her round young D-cup boobs formed nearly perfect spheres in her bra. She spun gracefully around and I watched her juicy adolescent butt, split by the thong, whirl by. Her hair was up and held in place with chopsticks in a sweet remembrance of our first night together.

"You are gorgeous." I beamed. When I kissed her, she darted her tongue out and licked quickly along my upper lip. It was an invitation that made my pants twitch.

I paused to sniff her breath. "Have you been in the single malt again?"

"Just a little..."

"Have you even tried the wine coolers I bought for you? You know a lot of eighteen year-old girls like them."

"Ick! Why? You drink 'em."

"I give up. Let's go."


We drove to the restaurant and made our way inside.


"Can we sit back there?" Heather asked the elderly maitre' d, swinging her prodigious boobs. She indicated a semi-circular leather booth tucked into a dark corner. I had been getting ready to slip the maitre' d a twenty and make the same request but Peaches was quicker with her sex than I was with my money.

He led us to our table then wished us a good night and turned to leave. Peaches surprised him with a kiss on the cheek. It would have been impossible to do it without pressing her boobs against his arm so he got the benefit of that too. "Thank you!" she said sweetly and sat down. 

I kept my twenty bucks. The maitre' d got a new spring in his old step. Peaches got a flirting fix.

And Sam got more comedy. "You're insufferable," laughed Sam, sliding into the booth behind Peaches. I scooched in on the other side so Peaches was in the middle.

The waitress came by and I ordered a vodka and tonic. Peaches asked for Sprite. Sam went cosmo.

The drinks came and Peaches gulped down her Sprite then snagged my vodka and tonic and switched it with her empty but otherwise identical tumbler. "Looks like you need another vodka and tonic," she mused, plucking the lime from her stolen drink and tossing it into my empty glass.

"So it seems." I squinted at her.

"Come on, work with me here." She rolled her eyes. "It sucks being underage."

"Yes, let's join hands and mourn your tragic youth together."

Our waiter appeared and like most young men, his attention was immediately on Peaches. Peaches was ready: "Lamb chops for me, please. Medium rare."

"That's my little carnivore," I patted her hand.

"Bambi eater." Sam teased.

Peaches stuck her tongue out at Sam in little-girl fashion. "Take that." 

"Oh, I'll take it all right." Sam leered.

The waiter just stared from one girl to the next. Sam ordered asparagus and spinach and let her bright green eyes linger on the waiter hungrily enough that he smiled nervously.

As the only male member at the table, I had to wave my hand in the air a bit to get his attention. "Porterhouse. Medium rare. And another vodka and tonic for me please. Extra lime." (I would repeat the drink order several more times during the evening; shuffling drinks to keep Peaches happy.) 

The food came. We ate it. It was good. 

As we lingered over dinner, Peaches nudged me to exit the booth. "I need a trip to the girl's room. Wanna come?" She invited Sam. 

"I'm fine. I've been nursing the same drink all night." 

Peaches pouted then smiled. I slid out of the booth to let her exit and sat back down. As we watched Peaches bounce away, I turned to Samantha. "What do you see when you look at her? I mean, aside from the obvious." 

"I like her. She brash. She's also open and nearly fearless. She's smart too. She sees connections. Connections that are there or ones that could be. Sprite looks like a vodka and tonic. Victims need rescuing. Rescuers need victims." She looked down at herself then back at me.

I let that last comment pass. Who was who in her head? Instead I commented, "I think Peaches would make an excellent criminal."

Sam considered it. "Maybe, but she has a decent moral compass. Not jammed pointing permanently north like yours. Not spinning wildly like mine." 

I nodded. "Some people would say she's pure 'chaotic good,' I say we don't piss her off." 

We clinked our glasses in agreement as Peaches bounced back from the restroom, "What did I miss? "

"Grown up talk." We responded in unison. 

Peaches eyed us with suspicion and slid back into the booth when I moved out of her way. "OK, confession time... what's your craziest sexual fantasy?" Peaches looked at Sam, "You first."

Sam blushed a little, "We just did my craziest fantasy yesterday. I'd actually never done at threesome before. Sorry Hero, I guess I hijacked that from the story you told Heather." 

Peaches turned to me, "It's how you got to me too, you know. It turned me on that first night. I always liked you but that was the last straw. It's why I jumped you. Your 'nice guy curtain' opened and I was blinded by sexy." Peaches giggled tipsily. 


There was a long pause before I realized the girls were waiting for me to continue the exchange of fantasies. I took a deep breath and let it fly. "OK, I've never told anyone this, but I have a kinda kooky incest fetish." I admitted. It was the first time I'd ever said it out loud. I took a long sip of my drink.

"Ho. Lee. Shit. That's pretty twisted." Sam snickered.

"Ewww... your mom?" Peaches asked.

"Uh, gross! No, sister," I responded defensively.

"Wait, you don't have a sister. You're an only child. You told me that, like, years ago." Sam remembered.

"Uh-huh. That's the kooky bit. I've thought about it and I think that's part of the point. I don't have an actual sister for me to think of. No concrete memories or real sibling relationship to gross me out. I'm free to fantasize about a theoretical sister. For instance," I looked at Sam, "I could easily imagine that you are my sister. We both have dark brown hair. We both have green eyes. It's not that far of a stretch."

"OK, wow. Now I'm worried about my little brother's mental health." Peaches cringed.

"Not a problem for me," Sam mused. "My brother's gay. Came out three years ago." Sam paused then fixed me with a peculiar and intense look. "Wait, you've totally pictured me like that before haven't you?

I cringed but was honest. "A few times. Sorry. Does it freak you out?"

"A little, but its kinda turning me on too."

"Can I be, like, the stepsister?" Peaches leered. Sam and I chuckled.


"Your turn Peaches," I prompted, taking another sip from my glass. 

Peaches looked kind of sheepish. "I was just going to say I wanted somebody to pee on me."

We all laughed a bit too loud for the restaurant. "Simple enough. " I said.

"Yeah." Peaches got a bit wistful. "Sometimes, guys, simple is best. It doesn't always have to be in your head. Just being in the present with people you care about can be nice." Peaches' bit of truth hung in the air as the waiter came back and I settled the tab. We made our way out of the restaurant and towards the car.

Outside, Samantha was walking in front. Things went into slow motion when her stiletto heel got caught between the curb and the sidewalk as she started to step down. It would be a bad fall. I lunged far forward and snatched a grip onto her dress between her shoulders. She was small and I was big but the physics were ugly. Her body was a 5' lever pivoting down over a 6" curb and I had lunged out over my front foot. She had enough leverage to take me with her. One brief choice left and I made it. Pulling her back a little with one arm and using that to start my rotation, I spun and twisted my way beneath her in midair. Now we were both falling but together, belly-to-belly, and I could cushion the crash. No time. No time. No time to throw an arm down and try to break the fall. I hunched my back in the last split-second, already cringing at the impact I knew was coming. We pounded into the asphalt of the parking lot. My back struck first in a thump. Next came the back of my head, snapping into contact with the asphalt. She landed into my chest in a second thump that pushed the air from my lungs.

Sam's green eyes came into focus a few millimeters from mine. I heard her say, "I guess now you're my Hero too."

"Guess so," I said lamely.

We scrambled to our feet.

I gave Sam my car keys and slid into the passenger's seat. Peaches took the back.

"That was sweet but you didn't have to do that you know. I'd have been OK."

"It looked like a ugly fall."

"You're one of his now." Peaches chimed tipsily from the back seat.

"Is that right? You own me Hero?" Sam looked at me, eyes suddenly blazing.

"I don't own anybody."

"I didn't mean like property, I meant like, protected. Hero looks out for the people he cares about. You should see him fight. People go flying! I'm not kidding. This one time... there were like these three guys and he..."

I let Peaches keep talking from the backseat and looked at Sam as she steered my car from the parking lot and onto the road. "It's not what you think. I brought her to a class with me one night to try and get her to learn some self-defense for when she heads off to college. She saw us practicing."

Peaches running commentary came up from the backseat, "... and it got me so turned on I made him fuck me in the parking lot afterwards..."

"Judo, right?" Sam asked.

"Judo," I nodded. I winced at the pain brought on by moving me head too quickly. Sam reached over and took my hand in sympathy.

Peaches leaned forward to complete her thought "... looks out for people. Like clients and their money so they don't get into trouble with the SEC or the IRS."

"She's making connections again," Samantha observed, squeezing my hand.

"I hate connections," I sighed.

When we were back home, Heather opened a good bottle of wine. She had been on a Bordeaux kick and had been making a dent in the couple dozen bottles I kept in the basement. It wouldn't have been so bad if she'd started with the cheap stuff and worked her way up. Alas, this was not Heather's style. 

We killed the bottle in the den. We talked for a long time about some things that mattered and things that didn't until Sam's eyes took on a dreamy quality. "Follow me upstairs guys," she said more huskily than I'd thought her little body would be capable of, "I'm making good on a promise to Hero from this afternoon." She slunk down the hall, hips rocking to and fro beneath the silky brown dress. God I loved that walk. It was a model's strut - feet landing in a single perfect line. It made her ass cock from side to side as she moved. She continued up the stairs and slipped into the master bedroom. Peaches and I followed.

When we made it to the bedroom door, Sam was waiting a few feet in front of the bed with her back to us. "You wanted to know what's under here..." Sam whispered as she unbelted her silky chocolate wrap dress. She shrugged her shoulders and the smooth brown fabric slid down her back and stopped at her waist. She was nude from the waist up. 

The smooth, glowing olive skin of her small delicate back was laid bare. No bra. Nothing. She turned her head and looked at us over her shoulder. 

"Oh, that's hot." Peaches blurted out behind me.

Sam grinned then bit her lower lip. Three heartbeats later, she dropped the dress to the floor. She was completely naked. Well, she still had her 3" stiletto heels on. She swayed her exquisitely toned, slender little backside first one way then the other.

"She's been naked under there the whole... " My hand shot back to cover Heather's mouth.

Sam sank down to her hands and knees and crawled. Crawled. Like some kind of goddamn jungle cat. She made her way up onto the bed and settled herself down onto her side, facing us. She drew the bent knee of her upper leg slowly up to her chest and gently rolled her body partly onto it - her legs were now scissored and her remarkable posterior was arched high in the air invitingly. She looked back over her shoulder with eyes that had gone smoky. "C'mere Hero, come take what I promised you for the night," she somehow whispered across the bedroom.

I was hypnotized and didn't even remember taking off my clothes. Maybe Peaches had done it? All I remember was suddenly being naked and standing at the foot of the bed. I heard the soft thud of Peaches' dress joining Sam's on the floor behind me. From the corner of my eye I saw her pad softly over, clad only in her white push-up bra and matching thong, to sit in a chair in the corner of the bedroom. Peaches seemed content to sit this scene out.

I focused back on Sam; her predatory gaze had never left my face. She was waiting patiently but hungrily. 

I followed my instincts and did what I wanted to do when I first saw her that night: I planted my tongue on one of her perfect, black-cherry painted toes and traced a long languid lingual path up her heel, up her toned calf and to the tender skin at the back of her knee. I paused there to swirl and re-wet by tongue before continuing upwards again over her taut hamstring and into the glorious curve where her leg met a slender butt cheek. I lapped a slow stroke straight up her muscular cheek to where it met her waist in one of two cutely matched little dimples on either side of her spine. Sam exhaled a long slow breath as I did this. I took it as a sign to continue.

I dipped back down to the leg-butt juncture and repeated another long lick just half an inch to the side. She sighed again. I repeated again and began to worship the flawless skin of each of Sam's buns with my tongue. A few appreciative coos slipped out of her. She twitched a little as I finally drew nearer to her crack and curled just the tip of my tongue into her crease. She reached a hand back to slowly spread her own asscheek, revealing her tiny, lightly olive star.

I exhaled a warm breath over it, then lathed it repeatedly with my tongue before Sam stopped me. "Not too much," she said, "I want the first time I come to be on your cock." With a few more licks I rose and straddled Sam's lower leg, pressing myself to her saliva-moistened ring. I looked up her body. Her head was laying with one cheek flat against the bed. Her mouth was parted a little and her breathing was erratic with expectation. 

I held my own breath as I slowly sank inside her, her tight ass relaxing somewhat but still struggling against its own tiny dimensions. I continued slowly until I was completely sheathed back inside this same fantastic little dancer's butt I'd been in barely more than 24 hours before. We paused together like that, savoring the ridiculously tight, intimate heat.

In that long pause, Sam looked at me with her one uncovered eye. "Take me like this, however you want, it's yours tonight like I said. Just please come inside me." She flexed her rectum and it milked my shaft hungrily, "You didn't do it last night and I was a little disappointed," she pouted a little, "I'd almost forgotten how much I used to love feeling a man come - hot and wet and jetting up inside my ass."

I took Sam at her word and began slowly fucking her petite rump, watching her little hole stretch severely to accommodate me. She held demurely still as I had my way with her, although the tiny muscles at her small back played delicately. When I had graduated to steady, full-length strokes, she moaned and began clamping down on my shaft with her ass when I was in and fully pressed against her cheeks. She kept clenched like that as I withdrew from her, suctioning down onto me to make the most of my retreat for both of us. When I reversed and began another inward slide, she relaxed and let me plunge into her slackened butthole. She grunted each time I hit bottom.

I essentially used her near-perfect ass like this for several long minutes until she gave up on holding still and began to rock back to meet me at each thrust. Our fucking grew more frenzied until Sam hissed loudly and her rectum fluttered and rolled along my shaft. She was coming just from me in her butt - an entirely anal orgasm that I'd never seen before. It made me pause momentarily until she pushed back harder with her ass, "Keep going, I'll keep coming..." she hissed. I did. And she did. It lasted well over a minute - her asshole would calm momentarily then ripple back to life to grip at my sliding erection as she crested another orgasm.

When the clutching weakened finally, her rump dropped to the bed and I plunged into her roughly a few times before keeping my promise too. I came way up in her ass, my balls squeezing and releasing crazily to bathe her bowels in my hot semen. I melted down on top of her with an exhausted sigh; my erection still wedged inside her. Sam wiggled happily beneath me and my softening shaft slid around wetly inside her cum-soaked butt.




Hero's Life Ch. 06



Then she gingerly rolled us over together until I was beneath her and she was laying on top of me with her back against my chest. My cock never left her butt. "Heather?" Sam asked sweetly. Peaches snapped out of some kind of trance she'd gone into watching Sam and I fuck on the bed from her chair. She'd absentmindedly been rubbing the front of her little white panties, they'd gone translucent from her moisture.

"Remember how I helped you this afternoon?" 

Heather nodded.

"I need a little help myself right now," Sam slid a hand down to her own sex and circled her clit with a few fingers. "Would you kiss me here while Hero still has that soda-can dick of his crammed up my butt? I think I could come again even harder if you did that for me."

Heather closed the distance to the bed, her enormous round breasts swaying minutely in the white pushup bra. Her eyes were locked onto Sam's crotch. Oddly, it was the first time I'd actually looked at Sam there. From my angle over her shoulder, I could see that she shaved almost entirely bare except for a little dark upside down triangle just above her sex.

To her credit, Heather just smiled and knelt to her task. I was treated to an amazing visual of Heather lapping at Sam's clitoris at the same time I felt Sam's ass twitch back to life on my softening cock. Sam reached down and urged Heather to lick her harder by pulling at the back of her neck. I felt something slender slowly slip up into Sam's vagina through the thin membrane that separated us - Heather's finger. She massaged both of us through Sam's vaginal wall.

It was just a couple of minutes before Sam came again, violently, with Heather's help. Sam pulled her face brutally into her crotch and rolled her hips in circles, greedily maximizing her pleasure at both front and back, then froze and howled out in one last gut-wrenching orgasm, "YEEEEAAAAHHHHHH, eat me you hot little bitch!"

Her body want slack on top of me and my now shrunken cock slipped from her ass. Heather finally jerked herself free from between Sam's legs and gasped loudly for air, looking peeved for a moment.

Sam rolled off me to stretch out onto the bed flat on her stomach. She looked at us both and wiggled her little ass sideways, "So who wants to eat the come out?"

Heather and I were struck silent for a moment by the sheer depravity of it. I spoke first, for both of us: "Aaaah, yeah... we're not quite up to sucking out butt-cum yet." Heather and I laughed nervously.

"Wusses!" Sam teased. She sighed melodramatically and rose from the bed, "Suit yourself... I need a shower then." She looked at Heather and grinned evilly, "But just wait until I do it for you, girlie. You'll love it."

The three of us crowded into the shower of the master bathroom. We soaped and shampooed ourselves and each other indiscriminately. It was a big, happy, sudsy mess. Heather's enormous teenage boobs were cleaned several times. Sam and I both enjoyed rubbing our soap-lubed hands over her perfectly round, over-sized breasts. Heather patiently indulged us at first but eventually succumbed to our joint attention. She leaned heavily against the shower wall as Sam and I together worked on her chest, her nipples hardening to pink nubs centered on the small pale white triangles of her bikini-top tan.

We were rinsing her off when Heather announced a lewd thought of her own. "You know guys, now would be a perfect time for someone to try peeing on me like I said at dinner," she arched an eyebrow and slid down the tile wall to sit on the shower floor.

"Awww, I'd do it if I had anything to pee!" Sam complained. The girls both looked in my direction.

"Guess it's up to me then," I grinned, hefting my cock and pointing it towards her.

Sam stepped in to block the shower's spray for Heather. "No wait! Did you have any asparagus?!" she cried.

"Maybe I did and maybe I didn't. Question is, do you feel lucky?" I gruffed goofily at Heather.

The girls didn't recognize my crummy Client Eastwood impression. Instead, Heather blabbered, "If you mess this up for me with a bunch of stinky pee..."

I silenced her with a golden trickle on her leg that rose to stream against her flat belly. No asparagus.

Heather smiled and cupped a breast with one hand then began to masturbate with the other as I trickled urine on the lower half of her sitting body. "Sooo waaaarrrmmm," she said softly. She came soon in a little whimpering orgasm there on the shower floor just as my bladder gave out.

Sam stepped out of the way of the shower's spray and let the water rinse Heather.

"So, how was it?" I asked, as Heather scrambled to her feet.

"Cool, but I don't think I need to do it again. It was nice to check that box," she smiled. She giggled as Sam and I attacked her again with a pair of washcloths and some bodywash, soaping her again from head to toe. "Glad it's not going to become your think. Nobody wants to sleep next to smelly pee-pee girl," I teased.

When we'd toweled off and Heather and I scooted into bed, we turned to see Sam pulling her dress back on. "Won't you stay the night?" Heather pleaded with Sam.

Sam shrugged and shook her head. "Time for me to go home."

"Everything... everyone... will still be there in the morning." I offered gently.

Sam sighed and smirked sadly but didn't reply. She kissed us both and swept out of the room and down the stairs.

When Sam left through the front door, Heather mused "I wonder if she'll still be all dark and Sith-y after she leaves Danny. It's obvious they're not getting along."

"I think it's worse than that." I pondered.

"You don't think he, like, hit her or anything do you?"

I chuckled at the thought, "No, I have a feeling Sam can handle herself." I picked a towel up from the floor. It was the one she'd used. I sniffed the terry cloth and it smelled like her - a mix of honey and sandalwood. I looked out the window and watched Sam's black sporty two-seater screech around the last corner and zip out of sight. I thought back to how happy and alive she'd seemed in the last 24 hours.

"Fighting might be better in Sam's case... " I shook my head, "I think he's ignoring her."

"Never ignore what you can't afford to lose." Heather said quietly as a slipped into bed with her and spooned against her warm little body.

I nodded. Sam was little but she was wounded and fierce. She smelled like danger. I had been about to say "Never ignore a loaded gun."

We both ended up being right...



Hero's Life Ch. 07



Peaches was already a near- daily fixture at my house. After the three of us had our day-long date, Samantha became a weekend fixture. Her boyfriend Danny either didn't care or didn't bother to notice during his beer-swilling, football, and video game marathons. This went on for the rest of the summer.

My favorite times together were the mornings. Yeah, so I'm a morning guy. Shoot me. It's quiet and there's coffee. Plus the girls look all sleep-tousled and adorable. We'd sit on the back porch and read. Books, newspapers, magazines. For a couple of hours, the only sounds were pages flipping and java slurping.

My sex life got a bit more complicated. After our two initial and fantastic romps, Sam rejected my advances. She did it sweetly; with a smile, a kiss, or a brush of her hand. I took the hints and didn't press her. She had a lot to work out inside. We were still comfortable around each other though. We kissed, patted, pinched and teased one another. The three of us even slept together in my big bed. There was just no naked sweaty stuff between me and Sam.

Sam did, however, like to watch Heather and I make love. She'd often masturbate, naked in a nearby chair while gazing at us intently. I'd look at her now and again. Her beautiful body sitting just out of reach turned me on immensely. Peaches liked it too. Sam particularly liked to (stay with me here) slurp my semen out of Peaches' orifices afterwards. There were times I'd barely finished coming before Sam was nudging me out of the way. It drove both of them crazy. Peaches would come again as Sam worked on her, licking greedily.

Dear Peaches was drowning in sex and thought she'd gone to heaven. Sam may have backed away a bit from me but things between her and Peaches continued undiminished. They liked to take long showers together. Sometimes I'd catch them in corners of the house gleefully writhing in a mini-pile. Sometimes they'd start up right in front of me. Then it would be my turn to watch. It happened this morning.

The three of us were relaxing comfortably on the back porch. Heather was wearing a creamy white satin robe. It looked great against her tan skin. She and I were sitting in neighboring chairs and sharing an ottoman. We'd been playing footsy lazily during the slow morning. Sam wore a black satin robe whose dark shine matched her near-black hair. Their contrasting robes were also a testament to their dispositions. Sam was stretched out comfortably on a love seat.

Heather got up to get herself more coffee. As she passed by, Sam lifted her cup up from behind a newspaper in a wordless request for another round. Heather gently batted the paper down. "It'll cost you a kiss this time, lazy buns," she said as she leaned into Sam for a smooch.

"Ick. No way coffee breath!" Sam dodged.

"Coffee breath offends you? You've sucked come out of my ass!" Heather pounced on Sam. The newspaper was quickly forgotten. The girls giggled and kissed and I watched Heather's juicy little teenage butt hump into Sam's body through her thin satin robe. They sat up long enough to open each other's robes and rotate into a sixty-nine. 

"First one to come gets up for the coffee..." Sam muffled out from between Heather's thighs.

A few minutes of licking and nibbling later and Sam came, shuddering beneath Heather. Heather followed quickly after. Sam closed her robe, grabbed both coffee mugs and disappeared into the kitchen. Heather sat up but left her robe open. I was treated to a view of her enormous, round young D-cup breasts. They were framed in white satin. Her golden blonde hair was even more tousled than when they'd started. Heather let me stare awhile, her blue eyes shining happily as she soaked in my admiration. Finally, she stood and padded over to sit in my lap.

"Wanna catch a movie tonight?"

I groaned. There was a new Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie movie that had just opened. I'd seen this coming. Peaches had a thing for both of them. Sam wanted to see it too - there would be enough sex and violence to appeal to her. I was the odd man out. I resolved myself to my fate. "Fine, I'll go. But there is going to be a condition..." I said slyly, an image forming in my head.

"What kind of condition?" Sam asked, returning from the kitchen with two coffee mugs.

That night, I pulled up to the movie theater's entrance and dropped the girls off to wait in line while I parked the car. Every male head, aged 10 to dead, in front of the theater turned to watch Sam and Heather step out of the car and up onto the curb. Their outfits guaranteed it. 

Don't get me wrong, the girls were neck-turners in their own right. My condition had just poured gasoline on the fire. They were wearing little plaid skirts and white button down blouses - catholic schoolgirl uniforms. You can't argue with the classics.

I trotted back from parking the car. The girls were doing fine. There weren't any catcalls or whistles, just plenty of long, hungry glances from married men. It was a nice neighborhood. We paid for tickets, grabbed snacks, and made our way to the theater. It was stadium-style seating and we moved to the top level and sat in the back corner. I was between Heather and Sam living a silly adolescent fantasy - at the movies sandwiched between two hot catholic schoolgirls.

The lights came down. 

An hour into the film and I gave up hope that it was going to get anywhere interesting. I turned to look at each of the girls. They were both engrossed in the movie. I slipped out my chair, kneeled down and slipped between Peaches' legs.

"Whatcha doin'?" Peaches asked, eyes never leaving the screen.

"Just not feeling the movie." I whispered. "Thought I'd make my own fun. Pretend I'm Brad or Angelina " I flipped her little plaid skirt up in the front and revealed her smoothly-shaven teenage pussy. Her decision to skip panties had been hers, I hadn't asked for that. I was grateful she did. 

I stared a little too long at the perfect vertical line of her labia. She patted my shoulder, "You're pretty good at this Hero, but you can't get me off just by breathing on my cooter," she teased.

I took the hint and bent to take one delicate little lap at the small cleft of her sex. "Yeah, that's it..." she whispered, "you're going to make me come here in the theater with your tongue."

I knew what Peaches liked. Peaches knew that I knew what she liked. There was no point in torturing her. I began the slow side-to-side licks she favored, pausing periodically to let her pleasure sink in. I took my time and she relaxed and let me work on her. I lost track of time, there in the dark, with just this beautiful teenager's soft moans over the sounds of the movie. I happily gave myself into the sweet bubble-gum and musky leather smell of her.

I un-tucked the front of her white blouse and slid a hand beneath it, tracing fingers along one of her enormous bra cups to the little bridge between them. There was a front clasp there as I'd hoped. With a twist it came loose and her bra fell away from her breasts beneath the shirt.

"You're soooo baaad," Heather murmured, glancing down at me. "There's people here you know," she smiled. The smile faltered and her mouth hung open when I slipped my other hand up her blouse to cup both of her over-sized tits and twirled my thumbs over her already hardened nipples.

"Soooo gooood," she changed her mind abruptly, and went back to watching the screen.

I accelerated the licking of her little clit, dipping down to her drooling vagina periodically to lap the drips of juice that gathered at her opening. I could tell she was well on her way to coming.

I began to pinch her nipples gently and Heather panted through her nose and stared down at me. She started humping her crotch up into my face involuntarily. She soon sucked a long slow breath through her clenched teeth and ground her sex up into my face. Her orgasm came and I pinched her nipples a little harder and sucked gently at her clitoris while she rode it out.

Peaches collapsed back into the chair with a sigh and I stroked her thighs while covering her again with the front of her skirt. A soft "Ohhh...." came from Sam and glanced her way. She was masturbating one chair away. Both of her hands were clearly rubbing herself beneath the little plaid skirt.

 "That was pretty hot," Sam whispered between breaths.   "There's probably another hour left in the movie if you'd like the same treatment." I said half-jokingly. I was hitting on her out of habit - a flirtation to remind her that I thought she was sexy as hell.  She actually considered my offer while I swiveled back into my seat. "Hmm.... maybe you could just touch me a little?" She smiled and scooted forward in her chair a bit. She took my hand and pulled it beneath her skirt to her barely-furred mound. She held her panties to the side. This was crossing a line she'd been the one to draw and she sensed my hesitation. "It's OK, I'm most of the way there already," she whispered again.

I slipped two fingertips just inside the entrance of Sam's pussy with the innocent intent to wet them before rubbing her hardened clitoris. When they eased into her though, Sam's eyes rolled. I started to pull them back out and apologize - Sam's pussy had always been completely off-limits. This time, she caught my wrist and held the tips of my fingers inside her. "No. Wait. Stay," she gasped, bringing her own fingers up to circle her clit.

She looked at me hungrily. I held still, fingertips just inside the mouth of her now drooling vagina. I was scared to break the spell. 

"More!" she moaned a moment later, staring up at me without blinking. I slid my fingers into her a bit deeper - up to the second knuckle.

"More!" she urged again. I slid them completely into her hot, wet depths. The webbing between my index and ring fingers was rubbing against the partition that separated her anus. Again, I held still. This was entirely Sam's game.

She panted hoarsely and leaned into my neck. She gently sucked onto my skin there while she rubbed her clitoris rapidly. "Fuck me... like this... fuck me with your fingers and I'll come." 

I did as she asked, fucking her once-forbidden cunt in a long series of deliberate strokes. Sam keeled into my neck with a quiet "Eeeeee...." Soon her hips started gyrating, rooting my fingers around in her rippling vagina. She rocked this way and that, violently, then contorted into a silent, open-mouthed orgasm. Her pussy alternately grabbed and released my digits. She finally relaxed into her seat with a sigh. I gently slid my fingers from her sex.

I kissed Sam's forehead and leaned back into my own chair, curling an arm around her shoulders as she shuddered a little in post-come tension release.   Peaches' dozing head lolled onto my shoulder. A minute later, Sam quietly laid her head to rest on my other shoulder. She smelled, as always, like honey and sandalwood. She took my hand in her own delicate, slightly shaky grip and tilted her chin up to kiss me softly on the cheek. "Sometime soon," she whispered, "I'm going to give you something wonderful to thank you for all of this. Then you're going to fuck me, for real." She rested her head back down onto my shoulder again. 

My heart swelled warmly. We let Peaches snooze, quietly watching the ridiculous movie together. We had to wake her up when the credits rolled.



Hero's Life Ch. 08



It was the night before my buxom teenage girlfriend Heather was due to leave to start her freshman year. She'd stayed the night at home with her parents trying to get everything together for her departure. It was a weekday so my other kinda-girlfriend Sam, a twenty-something beauty, was staying at her own apartment with her live-in but barely hanging-on boyfriend, Danny. 

It was strange, being here alone in my own bed for the first time in awhile. Strange and sad because Heather was going away for several months. I made the best of it with my one small consolation: I luxuriated in the king-sized bed's extra space by stretching out spread-eagled and falling asleep like that.

I was awakened from a dead sleep by the slam of my bedroom door. I bolted upright to see a slender little body standing with her back to the door. It was Samantha. Her straight dark hair was down and she was wearing a... hmmm... she was wearing a "Go Lions!" t-shirt like the one from my old high school. There weren't any pants, at least none I could see. Her smooth, slender legs were bare. She had little white cotton socks on her feet.

I had just enough time to take this in before Sam scrunched her face up in frustration and demanded, "Hurry up and fuck me again before Mom and Dad get home."


"Huh?" was all I could say. I was still mostly asleep. 

Sam walked to the foot of my bed, her face a perfect mask of annoyance. "What are you deaf? I said, 'hurry up and fuck me again before Mom and Dad get home!' Their plane just landed at the airport. They'll be back from their vacation in less than an hour. If you want to fuck me again before you go back to college and leave me here alone to deal with dumb high school shit, you need to do it now. So come on." 

She whipped off the sheet I had covering my naked body.

My sleep-addled brain got traction and my heart skipped a few beats as I reached two conclusions. First, Sammie was crazy. Second, this was going to be fantastic. 

"Nice!" she giggled, looking at my now-exposed nudity. "Did you know your little sister was going to sneak in here for one last fix?"

Sam slid into bed between my legs with her face by my groin. "Oh goody, I've never had it in my mouth when it's still all soft and cute. Usually by the time I get to it, you're all big and hard and scary." 

With that, she swooped her mouth down to take my slowly rising erection into her mouth. She looked up at me, eyes sparkling, as she swirled her tongue and suckled. We both felt my cock grow harder 

As I swelled to my full length and girth, she coughed and spat me out. She took me in her small hand and stroked me up and down slowly. ""I'm going to miss you so much when you go away big brother." She emphasized the significance of the last two words.

She continued stroking while her other hand pulled up her high school t-shirt. There were tiny cotton panties there beneath it with little pink and red hearts all over them. "Of course, parts of me will miss you more than others," she nibbled her lower lip as she circled her sex through the fabric. 

She released me to slap against my own stomach. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and quickly hauled her underwear down and off. She wiggled her eyebrows in a silly way and tossed them onto my chest

My breath caught when I saw her nude from the waist down. Sam had shaved her trademark little pubic triangle into the shape of a small heart that pointed downwards. Goddamn that was cute.

"I've loved you forever you know, big brother, " she confided as she rose onto her knees to straddle me.

"Since as far back as I can remember," she lowered herself until her smoothly-shaven labia came to rest warmly against the underside of my cock. She humped against me in a long pump of her hips that started with her back arched severely and ended with her hunched so far forward that my cock head dragged up the crack of her ass. I felt her wetness coat me.

"You used to push me on the swings," she bent down to kiss me. She didn't smell like her usual honey and sandalwood just then, she smelled sweeter. Simpler. Like cotton candy, I realized, as she reached beneath herself to take my shaft in her hand and center me on the hot opening of her vagina.

"You put band-aids on my scrapes when mom and dad weren't home." She teased us both by moving me away and rubbing the tip of my cock up and down her slit.

"You held me when my hamster died," she smiled, and wriggled my end against her clitoris for a few long moments. A little moan slipped from her lips.

"You teased me about my pigtails," she slowly re-centered us firmly at her hot opening again.

"You told me I was pretty when I needed to hear it - when I hit puberty and got gangly and awkward and I had to have braces," she rolled her hips, pressing down into me until I felt her lips gave way and my dick just breached the mouth of her pussy.

I held my breath and prayed. "This is not a dream. Not a dream. Not a dream."

"Oh yeah," Sam panted, "I love how it feels when it's just slipping inside me right in the beginning. You stretch me so good." She slowly forced herself down onto me, rocking her hips from side to side to swallow me up into the heat of her tiny body.

She leaned down to kiss me sweetly on the lips then laid herself flat along my body with her cheek resting on my shoulder. Her arms were flat against her sides. I hugged her small body, reaching down to cup one of her firm little buns in each hand. She kissed my neck and I felt her warm breath there. We didn't move for a few long moments. This was wonderful on so many levels.

Sam started us with a flick of her hips that slid me in and back out by maybe an inch. 

"You really are a good brother. You drove me crazy sometimes but I realize that now." She laughed softly. "You told me I was ugly when I needed to hear that too - when I got pretty and vain and spent too much time looking in the mirror and obsessing over boys."

I cupped her little ass cheeks in one hand, moving the other up to stroke her back through the cotton t-shirt at the same time. I began to slowly fuck up and down into her.

Sam groaned as we rutted like this for a few minutes. 

"I pictured you the first time I touched myself," she confided into my neck.

I rolled us over until she was beneath me, not breaking our connection. She looked up at me with huge, happy green eyes and lifted her spread legs high in the air. They continued higher still until her knees rose ridiculously past her own chest and brushed the bed on either side of her torso. She was folded in half beneath me.

She grinned and reached a hand down through her impossibly spread legs to play at her own clitoris. She giggled a little and continued talking, "I never told you this, but I watched you masturbate in the shower once. God, there was so much cum. "

I began to fuck her again. Gently at first. Then more roughly, Sam tilting her hips up to meet hungrily at each thrust.

"I still think about you coming all over the shower when my boyfriend fucks me. Sometimes I close my eyes and pretend it's you fucking me. "

Sam was deep in my head - jacked into my fantasies and feeding them jet fuel. All of my buttons were getting pushed at once. I was writhing in a mix of imagined urges. A righteous urge to protect - a taboo urge to fuck - a sister I never had but who was right here underneath me. 

Sam's slid her hands up from her own crotch, one flung loosely on the bed above her head. The other grabbed the bottom hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up, way up, until it was bunched around her neck. It revealed the flat, tight, olive skin of her stomach and her bouncing, firm, B-cup breasts capped with hardened little light tan nipples.

"Hurry up, big brother," she urged, "I hear their car. It's pulling up the driveway. Come on me. Come all over your little slutty sister." 

The automatic garage door downstairs started to open. 

It was the last piece... a final thrill that fell into place. It was the thrill borne on the risk of getting caught. I hadn't told Sam about it because even I didn't realize it was lurking in the background. What happens if you get caught doing something so universally forbidden as fucking your sister? Sam had seen the potential for fear - seen it and looped it into our fantasy and then plucked it like a cello string. 

My eyes widened and my mouth hung open. Dear lord this woman had a dark gift. I fucked her even harder. 

"Come on big brother," Sam teased, cupping her boobs and pinching her own nipples gently, "blow your load all over my teenage tits. I can still make it back to my bedroom before they get upstairs." She plucked again at the cello string.

That did it. I barely had time jerk myself free from her pussy, then scramble up her body to straddle her hips as Sam let her legs fall back down to the bed. I couldn't even stroke myself fully once. I came, but not the normal sense: my dick, my balls, and my goddamn prostate had a syncopated seizure. My first stream of cum arced over Sam's head, it's trailing edge just catching the hair at her forehead. The next two struck her on the underside of her chin with a forceful, wet splat. Several more heavy spurts, I lost count at half a dozen as my head swam, fanned out across her chest and belly, bathing her body in cum. 

"Yessss, that's it. Come for your sexy little sis," Sam hissed as I continued to paint her like this and she quickly slipped one arm beneath me to her own sex and began masturbating frantically. The other she used to start spreading my warm semen across her chest and belly in a large circular motion.

I looked down at her, grinned, and egged her on. "Do it, make yourself come for me. I want to see you twitch out one of those hot little girly orgasms."

Sam's eyes rolled in circles with pleasure.

"And don't you dare shower," I urged, "I want you to show up for homeroom tomorrow with my cum all over your body. I want you to reek of nasty, incestuous sex."


It was what she needed to hear. Sam's hips jerked off the bed so hard and fast that her belly bumped solidly up into me. She came with a deep grunting "Uuuuuugghhhh," her head swinging wildly from side to side, as she found her well-earned release.

When she finished, I collapsed onto the bed beside her, turning on my side to face her.

She stayed laying on her back but turned her head to look at me. "So what'd you think?" she asked, biting her lower lip sexily, as she went back to spreading my cooling semen around her belly and chest.

"I think you should be working for the government torturing terrorists for information that might keep our country safe! How the fuck did you get into my head like that?"

"It's not too hard really. I just build a 'you' in my head."

"Eh?" She'd lost me.

"I think it's kind of like profiling." She paused, then continued because my puzzled look showed I still wasn't following her.

"You know how police profilers come to a crime scene and try to understand the person who did it? They take in all the little bits of information they can find and try to answer that one question. Well, I'm doing the same thing just backwards... I take everything I know or can reasonably guess about you and imagine 'What is somebody like you thinking?' It's a knack."

"I'm going to call it 'evil genius.' OK, what was up with the garage door downstairs opening? If you're telekinetic, I'm going to..."

I stopped when she reached a hand above her head then picked it up with a giggle. It held the remote control for my garage door. "Got you didn't I?"

I groaned and slapped my forehead. Then something hit me, "Wait, we've never had sex, like this anyway, all this time. You said 'it' belonged to..." I trailed off.

Sam nodded, smiling weakly. "I left Danny today. 'It' is yours if you want it." She turned her back to me and wiggled her butt at me. "Spoon with me? I'm tired Hero. So tired. I want to sleep in the arms of a boy who cares."

I moved in behind her and we cuddled in the quiet dark, letting the heat between us build to a bone-deep warmth.

"Sam?" I asked after several minutes.

"Hmmm?"

"Do I have a knack?"

"Sure." she said, kissing my arm.

"What is it?" 

"You make the people close to you feel safe, Hero. You make us feel safe."

She fell asleep almost immediately; snoring softly in a hypnotic, regular way that took me with her.


Our late night activities had worn us out such that Samantha and I slept unusually late the next morning. I woke up to the sound of giggling and whispers. I peeked an eye open. Peaches had dropped by. She was stretched out on the bed with us and the girls were talking.

"So how did it go?" Peaches asked her.

"It went." Sam shrugged.

"Hello, more details, please? Leaving Danny was a big thing."

Sam sighed. "Okay. I packed up my stuff. I told him I didn't love him, that maybe I never loved him. Then I left."

"And he didn't do anything?" Heather wondered.

"Not much," Sam shrugged then smirked. She was holding something back.

"He didn't say anything?" Heather pressed.

Sam grinned. "He said something like 'Please don't shoot me you crazy bitch!' "

"You pulled a gun on him?" Heather gasped

I groaned. I knew it. I put my head in my hands.

"So did you shoot him?" Heather asked incredibly.

"Nope." Sam shook her head.

"You didn't even wing him?" Peaches actually sounded a little disappointed.

"Nope."

"Did you shoot the Xbox at least?"

That thought made Sam pause. "Huh... I didn't think of that."

"Phooey, I would have at least shot the Xbox," Heather rolled her eyes and looked over at me.

"Now who's being Sithy?" Sam snickered and patted Heather's denim-clad thigh.

We got out of bed. Sam and I pulled on some clothes and called separately into work to let the office know we weren't coming into work.

It was getting late and Heather was already running behind schedule. Her first orientation was at noon and her drive would take three hours. Sam and I walked out to the driveway to see her off.

Sam carried a bag of Heather's things down to her little yellow car to try and find somewhere to stuff it.

Heather paused with me at the top of the driveway. She didn't turn to look at me at first when she said "You know, she waited until now to sleep with you partly because I asked her to. I wanted more you and me time this summer before I left. I know... it was a little selfish. "

She finally turned to me and fiddled nervously with a lock of her golden hair. "I'm leaving now so I gave her the go ahead. You can keep each other company until I come home on break."

I was stunned. "Peaches, I can't believe I'm going to say this but... look... I'm not just some kind of baton that you can pass along to someone else when..."

She stopped me with a kiss. 

Up on tiptoes, she planted her little teenage mouth on mine and gave me a kiss that leaked a little of her soul into me. "I'm in love with you, you ass. In love with you both and I don't want to go." 

I was instantly mollified. "I know. I'm sorry. I love you too. You do need to go though. Go be a college girl. Dance in beer puddles and make some teenage boy's wet dreams come true." 

Sam came up the driveway to join us.

Heather smiled a little sadly. "I'll be back every break I get."

"He'll be waiting. We'll be waiting. " Sam said, slipping an arm around Heather's waist from behind.

Heather cocked her head at me. "Take good care of her while I'm gone?"

"Of course."

"Seriously, if she calls me crying and it's your fault, I'll flash my naughty bits at the two biggest frat boys I can find on campus. Then I'll tell them I'll fuck them if they kick your ass first and I'll give them your address."

"Wow, that could probably work." I stuttered. Peaches had devised a way to leverage her amazing body directly into a threat of physical violence. I was morbidly impressed. 

"Yup." Threat finished, she hugged me. Her superboobs mashed into my chest.

"Go ahead, squeeze it," she whispered, holding me tight.

"Mmmh?"

"Squeeze it. You know you want to."

I did want to. I was that transparent. I slid my hands down to my favorite little teenage bubble butt and gave it a good squeeze.

"Yeah, that's better," she whispered into my neck.

We hugged each other for a moment like that until she kissed me again and I let her go.

Heather kissed Sam sweetly then too. Sam cradled Heather's face with a delicate hand and the smooch turned a little more passionate; tongues slipping together through open mouths. Heather snuck a palm up to one of Sam's breasts and squeezed it with a giggle and a silly "honk honk." Sam laughed with her. Heather slipped away.

We watched as Heather got in her car. She rolled down her window and waved as she pulled out of the driveway.

"...connections...," Sam teased me. It made me chuckle. Sam turned serious though. "So Hero, is this all just for fun or is this really going to be our life... is it what you want?"

Admittedly, I'm a babbling, verbose bastard most of the time. But for some things, I'll get as terse and manly as can be. Fewer words can sometimes mean more.

I nodded my chin towards Heather's car as she paused at a stop sign and then turned slowly out of sight. "She's pretty. She's good. I love her," I said simply.

"And me?"

"You're pretty. You're complicated. I love you too," I smiled at her and squeezed my arm around her shoulder tightly.

Sam looked at me intently, applying the 'knack' she'd just explained the night before. I realized that she'd done this to me several times before. "If it helps," she finally said softly, "I believe you. And I feel exactly the same way."

"It does. You should. And I'm glad." I kissed her on the top of her head.

We went back inside and I talked the recently-homeless Samantha into moving in with me. 

****

It wasn't much later that the mystery of Samantha cracked open a little bit more. Early that fall - October-ish. It happened after a few pitchers of mojitos on a Sunday afternoon. I know, it's not a fall drink, but it was warm that day, nearly 80 degrees, and I was clinging reluctantly to summer like the brightly colored leaves were clinging reluctantly to the trees. Sam and I were were lounging side-by-side in a couple of chairs and taking in the pretty view.

It had been quiet for nearly an hour and I thought Sam had fallen asleep. Her somewhat feline qualities included being prone to short catnaps at quiet moments when it suited her. That's why it surprised me a little when she softly started talking out of nowhere: "Hero, I need you to know something. You know, before this all gets serious."

"Serious, Sam?" I chided her, "we've been living together for months. We're already at an '8' on the serious scale."

She smiled weakly, "Don't be a dork, I'm trying to tell you something important." She sighed. "The drunk driver that killed Stephen, my first love? Remember how I told you he committed suicide?"

"Uh huh," I fought the urge to turn to look at her face. It felt like confession. Sitting side-by-side like this, all we needed was a screen. 

"That was only 99% true."

In fits and starts, Sam told me what she'd done and how she did it. When she finished, I still didn't turn to look at her. I just reached out for her hand and took it. "I might have done the same thing," I offered as a small comfort.

"No, you wouldn't have," she said quietly, "it's why I love you and it's why I need you. Keep me safe, Hero. Not just from other people... but from myself."

I nodded. Frankly, that had been Plan A pretty much from the start.

"Don't tell Peaches?" One of us asked. 

"Maybe someday she can know." One of us said. 

It didn't matter who said what because we both nodded, then took a sip from our drinks and went back to looking out at the brightly colored leaves in the trees.




Hero's Life Ch. 08



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Author's note: you can read what happened in "Sam's Short Dark Tale" a short but alas, nonsexual, side story. I wrote it at the urging of a friend after I improvised it over drinks as an element of Sam's troubled past. It's not essential to the storyline, but a very direct view of just how "Sithy" Samantha can get. Personally, I think it makes her sexier. It's barely a page long but if you're inclined to skip it I can summarize for you thusly: Sam is a bad-ass little woman.

Of course the next, regular chapter is on the way too.



Hero's Life Ch. 09



Author's Note: life got in the way for a few days there folks. Back on track. Just joining? First, kudos to you for wading in at "Ch.09." Second, I'll bottom line this for you: Samantha, Heather (aka Peaches) and Hero (narrator) are a happy little love triangle. Enjoy.

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Sam and I missed Heather during her first semester away at college. The girls e-mailed regularly. Peaches and I exchanged text messages at random times. She got lonely at night sometimes. Now and again she'd send me a blurry cell phone camera pic of her butt and ask me if it looked like she'd put on any of the infamous "freshman 15." I was happy to see that college was not damaging her sense of humor. And, of course, her ass still looked awesome.

In the meantime, life with Sam was anything but boring. In fact, you didn't live with Sam so much as you rode her. Like a rollercoaster. The good news is that I like rollercoasters - real ones and figurative ones. 

The week before, we went together to visit the grave of Sam's old boyfriend, Stephen. Once in awhile, I had heard Sam cry his name in her sleep. After a particularly fitful night, she had asked me if I minded coming to visit him.

We stood in the open cold of the cemetery. It was windy and clear. Gusts whipped Sam's long dark hair around until she twisted it loosely and tucked it under the collar of her tan wool coat. I hung back a few steps as she touched his headstone. "Hi Stevie," she began softly, "I still miss you."

I swallowed and blinked several times to stave off tears I hadn't seen coming. Sam's mix of loss and love hit me harder than I expected. Here was proof that Samantha loved just as fiercely as she hated. And why fight off the tears? Well, my dad told me that girls and children can cry whenever they want but men have to choose the right time. This visit was about Sam's grief, not about my sympathy.

Sam talked softly enough for the next few minutes that I couldn't hear her. Then she reached a hand back to me and pulled me forward.

"...and this is Hero. He's good for me, honey. Like you were."

That did it. I gritted my teeth as one good-sized tear spilled down my face. If Sam asked, I'd blame it on the wind.

There was a pause and I realized Sam was waiting for me to say something. I said the only thing I was thinking. "I guess I owe you for helping make Sammie special. I love her too, Stephen. Thank you."

Sam smiled, and we said goodbye to his headstone. Then we stopped for ice cream despite the freezing cold weather. I'm pretty sure that grief is fat-soluble.

So, yeah, that had been a low point. But, oh boy, last night had been a high one. 

It started when Sam had finally consented to being my guinea pig. No, nothing kinky. At least not in the beginning.

At long last, I had convinced Sam to let me find her a real liquor. I'm not an alcoholic, but I do like a good stiff drink when I get home from a bad day at work. And while clear spirits like vodka and gin are bedrock principles, I'm convinced that anyone worth spending more than 5 minutes of my time with can be shepherded along into the world of cask-aged brown liquory goodness. 

Thus far, Sam usually drank wine - Italian reds. Where a cocktail was more appropriate, she favored a simple cosmopolitan. In the right setting though, she'd treat herself to a martini and, to her credit, Sam's martini was the sexiest one I'd ever heard ordered. I even liked to watch her order it. Particularly from male bartenders. In fact, the first time she'd done this in front of me it had produced an interesting outcome. The restaurant added her drink to the bar menu. It happened when we were waiting at the bar for a dinner table on a crowded night.

When the bartender came over, Sam sized him up. We'd seen him before and I guess she decided he was capable so she laid it on him. "Perfect martini - down and extra dirty with two spaniards and the best you can give me," she requested with a glint in her hazel eyes. 

I stifled a laugh, her drink order was the outline of a porno script and an invitation. 

The bartender stopped in his tracks. He was in his mid-fifties - young enough that he still appreciated a beautiful young woman making a double entendre but old enough that his mind could still work under those conditions. He raised an eyebrow, then cocked his head and squinted at her a moment in thought. Finally, he nodded when the light bulb in his brain clicked on. It took about three seconds. The man knew his trade.

He fared better than I did. When he stepped away, I had to lean into Sam for an explanation. "OK, I understood the 'perfect martini' part but you lost me after that. 'Down'?"

She smiled. "If I said 'up' it would mean?"

"No ice."

"So when I say 'down' I mean?" She prompted socratically.

"Ice?"

"Mmm-hmmm."

"So why not say 'rocks' like everybody else?"

"'Cause 'down and dirty' sounds better doesn't it?"

It did. No point in arguing. "Allrighty, I know 'dirty' means adding a dash of olive juice, but 'two spaniards'?"

"Spanish olives. I can see them in the bar tray over there. They're herby and scrumptious - better than italians."

"Gotcha. Now please tell me that 'the best you can give me' means you're asking for his best gin..." I said with a crooked grin.

She chuckled as the bartender returned. He slid the drink to her across the bar on a cocktail napkin. "What's your name young lady?"

"Samantha," she smiled warmly.

"Next time you come in Samantha, that'll be on the menu." The bartender turned to wink at me. "Careful son, I'm guessing she's a hellcat."

"In so many different ways," I shrugged and grinned, stressing each of the three middle words.

So it came to pass that one of the nicer restaurants we frequented had a new drink: "The Hellcat (martini): Perfect, down and extra dirty with a pair of Spaniards and the best your bartender can give you."

And people actually ordered the damn thing.

But I digress. Again. 

Back to yesterday and finding Sam's liquor. When she gave me the okay last night, I pulled every worthy bottle out of my immense bar cabinet. There were three dozen bottles total. (Hey, most of them were gifts. Friends, acquaintances and clients seem to think accountants drink a lot - maybe to dull the pain they imagine must come from a career they envision as unbearably tedious?) 

It took us twenty-four of the thirty-six bottles to zero in on her liquor. By then we'd marched happily through various whiskey, bourbon, scotch, brandy, cognac, armagnac, tequila, port, and sherry. We were just tasting, so I only poured us quarter shots. We'd taken our time too, two hours in all, nibbling on crackers and water to cleanse our palates. Still, we'd downed the equivalent of six full shots, enough to put a dent in my sobriety. Petite, little, sub-100 lbs Sam was just shy of hammered.

Sam's liquor? It was at first a surprise that actually made sense on reflection - aged rum. Gosling's Family Reserve to be exact - dark, strong, complex, nutty and sweet. It suited her perfectly. In her own way, she was all of those things. 

When Sam's eyes lit up at her first taste I knew we had a winner. "Bingo!" she beamed. I poured a couple of fingers into a snifter for her. When I handed her the glass and the bottle, she professed her new found love for Gosling's. "Darling, where have you been all my life?" she cooed, and then kissed the black bottle.

She happily sipped from the snifter a few times before looking at me. Her hazel eyes had gone smoky. "Hero, can we put all this stuff away later? The booze has me in the mood for something... a little different. I need some boy-girl bed time."

We made our way upstairs, Sam nursing her rum. She gulped the last of it in the bedroom though and set the glass down to slide a box out from under the bed. That box was for sex toys that she and Heather played with. Sam had never shared her toys with me and I had never asked. I'd figured that they were reserved for girlie sessions with Peaches.

She pulled out a tiny white thing with two buttons, "remote," she said as she tossed it to me. Then she dug to the bottom of her box and pulled out a large, pink, double-headed dildo.

"I hope one of those ends isn't for me," I gulped theatrically.

"Nope, all for me. Here, hold it." She handed it to me. It was hard at both ends and very flexible in the middle. "Now press the remote buttons."

I did. The double dildo, nay the double vibrator, came to life. The remote's two buttons separately worked each end of the toy. It was the product of some demented genius/sex fiend.

"Both ends for you, you said?"

"Mmm-hmmm."

"And where do I put them?"

"Well, it's too short to reach my mouth sooo.... you figure it out. You're a smart boy." Sam wriggled out of the green satiny pajama bottoms she had been wearing. She left her small black cotton top on. Nude from the waist down, she laid back on the bed and spread her legs lewdly.

Even after several months together, Sam's sheer tinyness still struck me sometimes. Just then, she looked so little in the middle of our big bed. So little and so damn molestable. And I wasn't getting a big romantic vibe here. "Mmmm... foreplay?"

"Unnecessary. Unneeded. Unwanted," she sassily confirmed my suspicion.

"So, just horny then?"

"Very," she smiled tipsily.

I had my answers. I licked one end of the dildo and settled myself between her splayed legs. "Ready?" I asked as I rubbed the dildo against her tiny slit. She was already quite wet.

"Very," she repeated.

I teased her opening a little then just barely slipped an end inside her and pressed one of the remote buttons. The inserted end sprang to life, vibrating away. Sam sighed.

Holding it still just inside, I bent to flick my tongue against her clit. 

She moaned a happy "Mmm...hmmm," in response and clutched the bedspread. 

I continued, flicking her clitoris delicately and began to barely piston her toy just an inch inside her. I watched her inner lips grip its circumference tightly. After just a couple dozen strokes, she began raising her ass off the bed, hungry for deeper penetration. I felt like teasing Sammie a little so I closed my mouth on her clitoris and used my neck muscles to press her down and keep her still. 

Frustrated and eager to come, she resorted to tilting her hips up and down as much as she could. I gingerly worked on her hard little button with my tongue. She'd been ready to come almost immediately. I managed to draw it out for all of five minutes.

Her first orgasm raced through her and it was over as quickly as it came. She groaned gratefully. She knew we were only getting started.

I took advantage of her brief orgasm-induced disorientation and rolled her onto her belly. Releasing the button to turn the vibrator off, I slowly pushed the dildo deep into her. 

"Uh-huh," she encouraged me.

Her breathing became a shallow pant as it gradually slid further and further until it finally bottomed out 7 inches in. She grunted when it nudged her cervix. I nibbled one of her slender little butt cheeks and pulled the dildo back out even more slowly. Sam mewled hungrily when I paused again with it just barely at her entrance. 

I pressed my face into her ass cheeks and took one long languid lick up her asscrack. Then another lick as I slowly slid the dildo fully into her again. Sam's body shook. I licked lower, tracing the semi-circular juncture of the dildo and her sex then returned to twirl my tongue into her rosebud. Sam mewled again, this time happily.

I began fucking her with the dildo while licking her little olive star. Then I turned the vibrator back on and she shook more violently. I fucked her harder with the dildo while spearing my tongue into her rectum and sawing it in and out of her butt. She came again, clawing at the bedspread and groaning.

Before she finished recovering, I bent the other end of the dildo around, centered it on her loosened, wet rosebud and gently pushed it into her ass. Her sphincter bloomed open to accepted the toy.  

"So good," Sam moaned as it slowly slid two inches into her butt. "Ugh yeah, this is what I needed," she moaned again at four inches. "Right there," she gasped when the pink dildo passed the six inch mark. 

Keeping the toy in place by holding it where it was doubled over, I touched one button on the remote then the other, alternating the vibrations in each of her holes. Sam's ass made involuntary circles as she ground herself down into the mattress in response.

"Now fuck me..." she pleaded, "... in both holes. I will come so fucking hard. I can already feel it."

My cock twitched at Sam's dirty talk.

It was a weird sort of coordination test, operating the remote's buttons with one hand while using the other hand to slide the double-headed cock in and out of Samantha - like patting your head and rubbing your stomach at the same time. It took a minute to get the hang of it. Soon I was fucking Samantha's little body while turning the vibrators at each end on and off. Sometimes alternating each end's vibration. Sometimes turning them on together.

I looked up and Sam's mouth was opening and closing like a fish trying to breathe air. Her silky dark hair was covering most of her face. She was wheezing continuously, pausing occasionally to gasp out an "Oh God!"

Knowing full well that Sam likes rougher play, I mashed both of the remote buttons down and started savaging her cunt and ass with her fake two-headed dick. She began to groan gleefully, arching her ass up to accept the dual invasions and twirling her hips in small circles. Then her body went rigid and she stopped groaning to take a deep breath. The pause turned into an outright scream when her third orgasm took her, "AAAAAHHHH!" I held the folded dildo deep inside her as she came, alternating the vibrators over and over until she eventually stopped twitching.

"Just what I needed," she sighed when she'd recovered. I rotated her onto her side then scooted up to spoon in behind her.

"Mind a little of the real thing now?"

"After that, you're entitled to anything you want," she chuckled softly, still dizzy from coming

"Where would madame like me?"

"You pick," she chuckled again.

I slid one end of the dildo out of her pussy, leaving the other in her ass, and skewered my cock into her hot, wet sex. She was hot, swollen and slippery inside from her arousal. She accepted my entire length with a slowly exhaled breath. 

"Do I feel as good as your toy?" I asked.

"You're warmer... thicker... better..." she murmured happily.

I pressed the remote button and the dildo in her butt vibrated, pleasuring us both. "Oh, that's nice," I snickered, turning it on and off and enjoying the humming through her vagina. I began to fuck Sam gently while letting the vibrator buzz in her butt. 

"You like that too huh?" Sam grinned, turning to look at me over her shoulder.

"Definitely," I moaned, beginning to fuck her steadily. "Take this?" I pressed the remote into her hand. She used it to manipulate the vibrator in her ass for both our benefit.

With a last devilish thought, I took the free end of the dildo and bent it up over her hip and back down to stroke it against her clitoris. Sam jumped and groaned.

"Turn this end on too," I urged her. She did, and I held it against clitoris.

"Ugh, you shrewd little fucker." She gritted her teeth, instantly fighting a fourth orgasm. I kissed the back of her neck in response, fucking into her clutching depths and reveling in the dildo's vibrations through her front and her back ends at the same time. It was fantastic. Too fantastic.

"I'm going to come," I warned her.

"Yeah... me too..." she panted. Her cunt snapped shut tightly around me as her orgasm started. I fought her doubled tightness to stroke in and out a few more times then exploded deep inside her, bathing her insides in cum. My orgasm was huge but Sam's orgasm was a marathon event. She started coming before I did but was still coming after I finished. She continued grinding herself back into my cock and the vibrating dildo in her ass. She went limp finally after what seemed like a 5 minute orgasm.

When we'd caught our breaths, I slowly pulled free of her and gently eased the dildo from between her tiny little butt cheeks.

She turned to face me and nuzzled into my neck. "Fuck the rum, where have you been all my life?" she said weakly.

"Waiting patiently for two beautiful women to sweep me off my feet."

She snickered then sighed contentedly. The four orgasms and the liquor took their toll and Sam was soon asleep. It took me a bit longer. In the meantime, I enjoyed the dark, the quiet, and Sam's usual honey and sandalwood scent now laced with the chaotic odor of the two dozen liquors on both our breaths.

Like I said, it had been a good night.

The next morning, I stumbled my barely awake, caffeine-deficient ass down the stairs to make the morning coffee. Sam and I had come to an understanding on the coffee responsibilities. I did Saturdays. This was the Saturday before Christmas.

Trudging along in my semi-sleep stupor, I fantasized about breeding and training dogs that could make coffee. Why not? There were already assistance dogs who could do really complicated tasks. I'd call my pooch a... hmmm.... a brewhund. Yeah. I could sell them to other lazy java addicted yuppies by the thousands. Okay, I really needed coffee. My brain ran down even stranger tangents than usual without it.

It was when I'd just finished this silly internal dialogue that I shuffled past the den with the large Christmas tree that Sam and I had decorated together. I stopped because I didn't recognize the big fleecy red blanket heaped beneath the tree. I moved towards it and one end stirred. My mind hadn't quite left dogs so my first thought was: Sam got me a puppy?

Then the whole blankety pile shifted and a beautiful little teenage face, half-covered by sleep tousled golden blonde hair, popped into view. My heart melted into the hardwood floor I was standing on. This was way better than a puppy.

"Merry Christmas!" Heather beamed. 

"Peaches?! Peaches!" I scrambled towards her like I was eight years-old again.

I'd just gotten the only thing I wanted for Christmas...



Hero's Life Ch. 10



Author's note: a longer installment with a surprise (sort of) at the end. Happy holidays folks!

*

Laying beneath my Christmas tree and swathed in an enormous red fleece blanket, Peaches had appeared almost magically in my den in the wee morning hours of the Saturday before Christmas. She had been lying in wait to surprise me. It worked. I was reduced to a heap of pre-adolescent glee.

"Get in here and warm me up would you?!" She giggled as I skidded across the slippery hardwood floor in my socks. "I don't think you guys actually heat your downstairs at night."

I wriggled beneath the blanket and came up next to her. "We turn down the heat. Timer. Sorry." I explained, as I pressed against her under the fleece then paused while I ran my hands over the parts of her body that were accessible. "It doesn't help that you're naked dummy." Now we were lying on our sides facing each other.

Heather grinned impishly. "I'm giving up clothes as much as possible over break. OK with you if I hang around here mostly nude for the next couple of weeks?" she asked, her sky blue eyes twinkling. She already knew the answer to that question. 

She kissed me with the little pink mouth I'd missed. Her closeness brought a whiff of sweet peach. She'd used her fruity namesake shampoo for the first time in awhile. Her tongue darted out to lick my upper lip and she slid my hand up to cup one of her enormous D-cup breasts. Together we gently squeezed the firm flesh of her amazing mammary. I felt her nipple grow hard beneath my palm. My groin was doing the same thing but on a larger scale.

"I've missed you," she whispered between kisses, as I brushed a lock of golden hair from her eyes. She slid a hand through the button fly of my pajama bottoms to take hold of me. "And there's something I've definitely been missing the past few months."

"No suitable college boys?" I teased.

"Not much time for love. Lots of studying. My few hookups were so-so. You guys have spoiled me. Freshman sex was kind of like nibbling on a pack of saltines to tie me over until I could get home for a thick juicy steak." She squeezed my erection at the last three words. "I hope you took your vitamins this morning fella, 'cause I came home extra horny."

With no further preamble, she drew my cock through the fly of my pajamas to rub it up and down her smooth slit. She lifted her leg a little and hunched her hips forward. The head of my cock just barely managed to wedge its way into her little opening. Peaches wasn't kidding about her shortage of sex. She was near virgin-tight from her long dry spell.

We ground our way together. It was a slow, friction-intense process because neither of us had let our bodies catch up to our libidos. Finally, we were pressed into each other from thigh to chest and I was all the way inside her. I withdrew slowly and by the second stroke inside her we were already slickened. I began sliding in and out of her lazily. She pursed her lips and squinted her eyes like I was scratching a long overdue itch. In a way, I guess I was.

It was oddly sensual making love to Peaches while we were both covered from the neck down by the blanket. Usually, sex with her was a visual thing based on her ability to seduce you with her impossibly hot adolescent body. Joining like this was different, more intimate somehow. I focused now on her pretty face. The way her golden hair bounced. The way her large, bright blue eyes shined happily. The delicate curve of her perfect jaw line.

My reverie was interrupted by Samantha's voice ringing from the door of the den. She was standing there, swaying sleepily, wearing her black satin robe. "Hey, what happened to...." she stopped when she registered that Peaches was home. "Yay!" Sam burst out and in a few seconds she was wriggling under the blanket to join us.

Heather and I resumed our slow humping as Sam made her way up from the bottom of the blanket. The Sam-sized lump stopped only about halfway up though. I felt her chin brush my balls. That would put her mouth right about... 

I watched Heather's eyes flutter with pleasure. Yep, right about Heather's tush. I held Heather still and reached around to palm one of her round little ass cheeks. I spread it gently to make way for what I suspected Sam was doing. Sure enough, Heather cooed happily as Sam's tongue worked more vigorously into her little butt. Heather and I didn't move. We just let Sam do her thing.

Eventually, Sam's hand snaked around to cup one of my butt cheeks and pull me forward into Heather. She did it again more insistently. Sam was signaling me to resume fucking. I did, but gently, trying not to dislodge Sam's face from between Heather's buns. 

Sam and I had never done this for Peaches before but we probably should have thought of it earlier. It was a combination of two of her favorites: the analingual 'treats' Heather adored, together with my cock stuffed into her smooth, tight little pussy. It was working too. Heather's breathing soon devolved into ragged, irregular panting and her eyes were screwed tightly shut with pleasure.

I wasn't going to be able to get going enough to join Peaches in her approaching orgasm, but that was OK. There would be plenty of time for that. Right now, Sam and I made it about Heather.

Heather began to hump forward and back spastically as she got closer. She hungrily used Sam's tongue in her ass and my cock in her cunt. Finally she came, hissing one long "Yeeeessssss!!" and burying her forehead into my shoulder as she rocked more roughly forward and back, riding out her orgasm.

When she'd recovered, Peaches looked back up at me. "Now that," she sighed, "was exactly the kind of thing I've been missing." She slid herself off me as Sam appeared finally, flushed from being beneath the warm blanket and the lack of fresh air. 

The girls started talking quickly in the near-universal female attempt to instantly communicate every intervening event to a reunited girlfriend. I was temporarily hosed. There'd be no more fun sex stuff until this was over. It was a momentary setback. 

I slipped away, leaving the girls beneath the blanket, and went to the kitchen to make coffee. When I came back with three mugs and distributed them I also tossed logs in the fireplace and started up a good fire.

The frequency and pitch of the girls' banter had by now reduced enough that I could participate: "So I thought you weren't due back until Monday?"

"I smoked all three of my chemistry exams this semester," Heather said proudly. "My grade was high enough that my professor let met opt out of the final. It was my last one so I could come home early. Thought it would make a nice surprise."

"You're not only home, you're home early and you had a good first semester! We definitely need to celebrate." Sam disappeared back towards the kitchen in a streak of black satin. She returned a couple of minutes later just as Heather had just reached into my pajama bottoms again to start another round of fun.

"Look what I've got!" Sam was proudly holding an icy bottle of prosecco aloft in one hand. 

Heather's response was less than enthusiastic. "Awwww, I kick butt my first semester, drive three hours in the dark, and sleep in the cold under your tree to surprise you both and you give me crummy Italian champagne?!" Heather whined. Clearly her semester away had not diminished her booze snobbery.

Sam was dumbstruck and started looking hurt. I came to her rescue. "Peaches, look at her other hand..." Sam held a screw-top container filled with a yellowish-pink slurry. "She was going to make bellinis to celebrate."

"Bellinis? "Prosecco plus..." then the blood drained from her face, "...plus peach puree. Peaches for me?" Sam nodded silently and Heather sprang from the cover of her red blanket to bound naked into Sam and hug her tightly. "Like mimosas but better," Heather sobbed and blabbered a long stream of uninterrupted "thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

The scene was sweet and silly and sexy at the same time. Heather was genuinely apologetic. She was also bucknaked and pressing herself against Samantha. I got my first clear look at her juicy little teenage bubble butt in months. Lordy, I'd missed that tush too.

Sam recovered and hugged Peaches back. "That's not all. Here is a small pre-Christmas present too." Sam handed her a tissue paper-covered gift bag. "Frankly, it's kind of a gift for us also. Roll with it."

Heather rifled through the bag and gleefully pulled out several red garments. She quickly pulled them on. Here's an odd summary of just how hot Peaches is: she looks great putting clothing on too. 

When she was done dressing, she looked like Santa's slutty niece. She had the obligatory red velvet hat with white fur trim. Her blonde hair was swept to one side, resting on her shoulder. Her top was nothing more than a red velour push-up bra that made perfect spheres of her giant breasts. The outfit continued with a miniature red velvet skirt, also trimmed in white fur at its bottom. It barely covered her butt. She twirled and the skirt lifted up to reveal a red velour thong that matched the bra.

An upside to braving the perils of a three-way relationship with two hot women: they give each other lingerie.

When she was done modeling her sexy outfit, Peaches snatched the bottles from Sam's hands and went off to make the bellinis. She came back with three tall flutes of yellowy-pink, bubbling goodness. We toasted Peaches' successful college start.

Peaches filled us in a bit more. There was more chitchat until Sam drained her glass and set it down. She drew me up to my feet and pushed me over to sit on the couch.

"Want to see something cool I can do now?" Sam asked Heather.

"Yes, she does!" I blurted out a little too eagerly.

Sam snickered and tugged my pajama bottoms down. I was already half hard. With a few caresses and a couple of smooth pumps of her hand, Sam had me completely erect again. She kneeled between my legs. Her black satin robe was cool and smooth against the inside of my thighs. She twisted her dark hair into a bun and tied it up with a scrunchee she produced from the pocket of her robe. I gleefully braced myself for what was coming. Sam didn't exercise her new found talent all that often. Well, not as often as I would have liked. Which is to say daily. Twice daily even.

Sam hovered her mouth over my cock, let a large wad of saliva drip slowly and raunchily from her lips and then stroked me a few times to wet my entire shaft.

She kissed the tip of my cock then dropped her nose to meet my little tuft of pubic hair. With my dick in her mouth. The whole thing. Completely swallowed. Speared on my shaft, she waggled her head from side to side a little for effect and I shuddered happily as the warm flesh of her mouth and gullet swirled around me. She lapped at the bottom of my cock where it joined to my balls with the tip of her tongue, her green eyes shining up at me. It was fantastic.

"Dude!" I heard Heather say, as she knelt next to Samantha to watch. "You're not even gagging!"

It was true. Through a blend of trial, error, and sheer determination, Samantha had eventually conquered her gag reflex a month ago. After a full minute of holding my entire cock in her throat, she slid her mouth back up and off me to grin, "Pretty cool, huh?"

"I didn't think it was possible with that thick dick of his. You're going to have to teach me," Heather said eagerly.

Samantha looked proud. "Well, this can be your first lesson. Watch and learn." Sam rested her hands comfortably on the front of my hips and licked my head, pausing to drag her teeth gently across it. Then she re-swallowed me. She began to pump her face up and down my entire length. 

After a few strokes, Sam reached for my hands, took them, and placed them on either side of her head. When the mood struck her, Sammie liked me to use her a little like this. I was horny enough from my short session with Peaches that I took her up on the offer to take control. I held her head still and started fucking up into her face. She moaned as I plundered her mouth and throat. I paused for several seconds a few times to let her catch her breath then resumed pistoning in and out of her face.

"Inside?" I panted, my orgasm already dangerously close. A few of the times Sam and I did this she'd wanted me to come on her face. She'd said that the raunchiness of it appealed to her. Frankly, it disturbed me a little at first, but she enjoyed it and after a few times I got comfortable with jetting come across her nose.

But this time she nodded her head. She wanted me to come down her throat. In another dozen strokes into her gullet, I tensed, arched my back up, and came, spraying come deep inside her throat. Sam swallowed reflexively and gagged a little before her iron will crushed her natural urge. I kept coming, bumping my pubic bone against her nose as I felt the last few spurts leave me. I collapsed back down onto the couch.

Sam swallowed several times and caught her breath, sitting on the floor and leaning against the couch.

I didn't get long to catch my breath. "Okay, that made me horny again." Heather tugged me to my feet. "Come on. Up. I need it in my butt. It's been months." 

"Didn't get that at school either?"

"Nope. It's a trust thing. Haven't found any college boys I trust enough."

Heather pulled me with her to the side of the couch and bent herself over the couch's armrest. Her little red Santa hat fell off onto the cushion beneath her. Her red skirt was so short that the bottom half of her adorable little ass was uncovered. Her teenaged hamstrings were toned and tight. Above them, her round little buns were split by a line of red velour fabric. The sight made my dick twitch already. 

I knelt behind her as she reached back to pluck the thong from between her cheeks and pull it to the side.

She was looking back at me over her shoulder expectantly. "You know what I need Hero."

I did. I reverently cupped each of her young buns and gently pulled them apart to reveal the little rosebud between them. Then panted one warm breath into her small crease. She shivered with expectation, so I slid one hand down into the keyhole-shaped space between her smooth legs and gently placed my thumb on her clit.

"That's it," she cooed softly, "just enough to get me ready."

I softly swirled my tongue around Heather's asshole and began to circle my thumb on her clit. Soon I was able to pry her ass open and ease my tongue into her butt. I slid my thumb back to the entrance of her pussy. She was drenched. I went back to thumbing her clit.

Heather began rocking her ass back into my face eagerly. I wasn't about to let her off that easily. She whined when I stopped and stood up but quieted when she realized she was about to get what she was actually after. Rimming her perfect teen ass had made me steel hard again. I pressed my shaft between her little buns and humped against her, sliding up and down her crack. She squeezed her muscular little cheeks around me tightly. It felt wonderful. She was slick with my saliva and now the pre-come that was drooling from my cock.

Peaches had a one-track mind at the moment though. She wanted my dick in her butt. Badly. She hitched her hips up and tilted them downwards, trying to center her asshole on my cock head. She was clearly hungry for it. I chuckled and pressed her back down into the couch's armrest.

Sam picked that moment to scoot up onto the couch and began kissing her. I watched their tongues twirl as I zeroed the blunt end of cock in on the tiny fleshy knot of Heather's star. She panted into Sam's mouth as I pushed against her backdoor. Her sphincter struggled then caved inwards and I began slowly slide inside her.

"Feel as good as you remember?" Sam asked Heather between kisses.

"Better," Heather grunted as I continued easing into her teenage rectum. She rose up onto her arms to brace herself, bent 90 degrees over the armrest.

Her motions had released her red thong and it slid across her smooth ass cheek to rest against the part of my shaft that wasn't yet buried in her ass. I hooked it out of the way with a thumb and gradually finished pushing myself all the way into her.

I paused inside her to let her adjust to the invasion. Heather wasn't in the mood for this either. 

"Just do me, Hero. I've been thinking about this for weeks," she groaned.

I gently withdrew halfway and pushed back into her. She sighed as I softly bottomed out in her ass. I did it again. And then again.

"More," she pleaded rocking back into me.

I began to fuck her round little ass gingerly. Despite her enthusiasm, she was out of practice and I really didn't want to hurt her.

"More," Heather urged me, getting impatient. I screwed into her a bit more roughly but she still wasn't satisfied.

She rose from bent position and turned. My cock popped free from her ass.

She stepped over in front of the fireplace. "C'mere and lay down. I'll show you what I want," she pleaded.

I grabbed the red blanket, spread it out on the floor, and stretched out on top of it.

"Good boy," she smiled, towering over me and still looking like Santa's slutty niece. "Now let me take what I need." She squatted and straddled me, pulling her thong aside with one hand. She grasped my shaft in the other and held it upright. Her tongue slipped to the corner off her mouth as she arched her back and centered her ass on my dick. I felt the rough dent of her tiny hole catch me and she smiled and pushed down onto me, steadily impaling her ass on my pole.

"That's it," she sighed. "Here we go..." She rose abruptly and slammed back down onto me forcefully.

I yelped in surprise.

"Deep and hard," she groaned. "We can make love later, sweetie. Right now I need my butt fucked really good." Sure enough, she did it again. And again. It was nasty and rough. And, of course, hot as hell. 

Her little red skirt rose up and down as she bounced on me. Her gigantic tits somehow managed to stay inside the tiny red velour push-up bra. The only trouble was the thong. As Heather's up and down motions got more frenzied, it kept slipping from her fingers and getting into the way of our frenzied fucking. It was too far down for me to reach down and help.

When we paused for the fifth time to pull it out of the way, I heard a click-click and saw Samantha coming towards us with a butterfly knife that she had produced from God knows where. I knew her and I loved her but, just at that moment, she still scared me a little. Had Samantha finally snapped? It was all I could do not to grab Heather and try to roll us away to safety. 

Even my fearless little Peaches stopped bouncing her ass on my cock when she saw Sam coming with the knife. But she just bent down behind Heather and, with two quick surgical cuts and a flick of her wrist, she removed the irksome thong. "We'll buy you another one later, honey."

Peaches grinned at Sam. "You're still a little bit Sithy aren't you?"

"Just a little," Sam smiled devilishly. She smoothly flicked the knife closed and picked up one of the bellinis then downed it in a gulp.

Peaches went back to bouncing on me.

Sam set her glass down then came back to kneel and straddle my legs behind Heather. She unhooked the bra from behind and Heather paused to let her remove it. Her fantastic round tits were now bare. Hardened pink nipples jutted out. Then Sam's small hands came around from behind to cup Heather's enormous bouncing breasts. She squeezed them gently and Heather moaned. Sam circled each of her perfect pink nipples with a few fingers of both hands and Heather went back to reaming herself on my cock.

After a minute of this nipple play while Heather continued to ride me steadily, Sam cupped her breasts again and pulled one up. At the same time, she nudged Heather's head downwards. "Can you reach it?" Sam whispered.




Hero's Life Ch. 10



Heather stopped bouncing. She craned her neck down a little further as Sam pulled her breast up a bit harder. Heather's lips closed around her own nipple. Her eyes fluttered with pleasure.

Holy crap that was hot. 

I watched Heather's closed mouth move as she twirled a tongue on her own nipple inside her mouth. Then her jaw worked slightly and I realized she was nibbling at it gently. She opened her eyes and looked down at me. She winked and my dick grew another half inch.

Soon Sam was pulling the breast from Heather's mouth, the nipple coming free with a distinct "pop." Sam lifted the other boob up and Heather bent her neck down to suckle that one now. Sam pinched and rolled the newly freed, saliva-slickened nipple. Heather went back to riding me, her eyes locked on my face.

Sam leaned forward and her face appeared next to Heather's, her chin above Heather's shoulder. "You're both going to come nice and big for me aren't you?" She licked at the back of Heather's bouncing neck. "Peaches is going to come with your thick dick in her little teenage ass while sucking her own perfect titty."

Heather's eyes rolled gleefully at Sam's urging dirty talk.

"And you," Sam looked at me, "you're going to soak the inside of her tiny adolescent butt with a huge load of your man cum aren't you?"

I nodded.

"Tell him you missed his cock in your ass."

Heather groaned and nodded too, still suckling her own breast. Her cheeks were bright red.

"Tell her you missed her small juicy butt."

"...missed your butt..." I wheezed.

"Tell her you missed these giant round tits."

"...missed your tits...." I wheezed again.

It was all just too much. I gave up trying to hold out and let loose, erupting inside Heather. It was the last thing she needed and it set her off too. My cock jerked over and over inside her, frantically jetting the contents of my balls upwards as her rectum clamped down and she ground herself down onto me and rocked silently in her own orgasm, her mouth never leaving her breast.

In a minute, when we'd calmed a bit, Heather remembered to let her nipple free. Sam slowly drew Heather backwards off of me and turned her to lay down onto the blanket-lined floor on her back. Then Sam stretched Heather's legs out, stroking the thighs that she'd been using almost nonstop for the last 15 minutes. After several soothing strokes, Sam spread Heather's legs wide and lowered her face between them.

I perked up to watch this. It had been awhile.

Heather chuckled and tilted her hips up to help when she realized what her dark-haired lover was after. I watched Sam's tongue lap Heather's little reddened rosebud a few times before she attached her mouth to it and begin to suck; her cheeks collapsing into a vacuum. Heather twitched and giggled at the sensations and the slurping sounds as Sam drew my still warm cum from her small opening.

I got an idea and rotated onto my belly and moved to join Sam. Pushing one of Heather's legs up further to make more room, I leaned in and licked experimentally at her clitoris. Heather gasped loudly. Her giggles became moans. Sam cocked her head to the side to make even more room for me. I came at Heather's clit completely sideways and licked up and down. The motion of my tongue was side-to-side for her. Heather's favorite. 

Sam labored at Peaches' ass relentlessly. Together, we feasted on this beautiful little blonde woman, this gorgeous young object of our love and lust. Soon we dragged Heather to another orgasm; this time shrieking and knees shaking crazily in mid-air. I stroked her smooth stomach in circles as she slowly came back to reality.

"We missed you," Sam muffled out from Heather's groin as I rose and threw more logs onto the fire.

"I can tell," Heather grinned, propping herself up on her elbows to look down at Sam with shining, happy eyes.

We arranged ourselves on the blankets as spoons. Peaches squirmed into the middle because she'd been gone and wanted to soak in as much contact as possible. I was behind her.

"Everyone warm and happy?" I asked throwing my arm over Peaches and Sam, my hand curving around to rest on Sam's taut belly.

"Yes, Hero, warm." Peaches wiggled her butt against me.

"And happy." Sam took my hand and squeezed it.

We didn't leave the house that day. Or the next for that matter. We had time to make up. But in the early evening of the following day, the doorbell rang. I had the most clothes on so I got up to answer it. Plus, I'm a boy and boys answer the door in the dark. Your mom told you right?

When I opened the door, two attractive women, one tall blonde and one short brunette, stood on the front porch looking at me with gigantic smiles. They were bundled heavily against the cold. 

"Hello," I said. Neither of them answered.

We stood like that for several long seconds. There was something familiar. Why weren't they saying anything? The blonde stepped into better light. I looked into her eyes - lavender eyes - and it hit me. Her hair was still just as light but her skin was not quite so fair anymore. And the brunette's hair was different; longer, lighter than before, but the freckles were still there.

"Tracy?! Lisa! Oh my God! Get in here!" They broke into the warm Australian laughs I remembered from a ten years ago and stepped inside. We hugged and kissed as I took their coats and handed them to Sam, who had just appeared in her black satin bathrobe. "How on earth did you find me?" I continued to blabber.

The tall blonde, Tracy, pointed at her miniature dark-haired companion, "Believe it or not, Lisa read your story describing our night together in Thailand where you posted it on that erotic story website. Well, it had to be you. We did a bit of sleuthing on their bulletin board and ended up getting some help from a girl named... Peaches?"

As if summoned, Heather turned the corner. She was wrapped in just a chenille throw blanket that she managed to hold up with one arm over her generous chest.

"...connections..." coughed Sam. 

Peaches stepped forward to hug our guests with her free arm. "You came! I half expected you guys to chicken out! Come on in and sit down. You must be exhausted from the long trip." Peaches led them down the hall then turned into the firelit den.

Sam and I were left alone, stunned in the entrance hall. She hung the girls' coats then looked at me and cocked an eyebrow, thinking out loud, "If Peaches is up to what I think she's up to...""

"...we may need a bigger bed," I completed the thought. "Is 'fivesome' even a word?" 

Sam smirked. "Hmmm, it does sound kinda funny. I'm going with 'menage-a-cinq.' Sounds better."

"Yes, it does." I shut the front door then took Sam's hand and we followed them inside.

I'd given up hope for a nice quiet life when I'd told Heather and Sam that I loved them at the same time. Because of who and what they were, it was doubly exciting. Nothing left to do but mentally buckle myself in. This was shaping up to be a very unconventional holiday...



Hero's Life Ch. 11



Author's note: So if you've been following along, you know that Tracy and Lisa are the Australian girls that took Hero's virginity when they met as teens on vacation 10 years ago in Thailand. He described that night to Peaches in Ch. 01. (If you haven't been following along, well, I just told you.) Stay with me folks, this story is finally beginning to circle in on itself as I originally intended. My semi-customary warning: this time there's a bit of the ol' slap and tickle in here.

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Let's get you up to speed shall we? I'm a 28 year-old accountant living just about any guy's dream. I am in love with two women who love me and each other. The girls are radically different. Heather is a petite, curvy, 18 year-old coed bombshell whose blonde hair, blue eyes, and enormous, round breasts nearly make you miss her delectable little tush and her incredibly sharp mind. She's also has a small "do good'er" streak in her that was mostly responsible for pulling Samantha in. Sam is... not a do good'er. In fact, she's done some things that our local priest or even our sheriff might take issue with. Sammie is even tinier than Peaches, less than 100 lbs, with green eyes, dark, near black, wavy hair and beautiful olive skin. She's a dancer, with all the grace and limberness that implies. Sammie is smart in her own way too... maybe even a little past smart. She can see into people absurdly well and has a certain knack for finding their buttons - good ones and bad ones. Yeah, we keep a close eye on her.

How'd this happen? Kind of a right place, right time, say the right stuff, sort of thing. Hell, I don't know, sometimes I swear I'm just along for the ride. The scene that just unfolded at my front door was a prime example.

Plucked from a decade-old dream, two beautiful Australian women that I slept with as a teenager during one ridiculous night in Bangkok had just appeared at my house. Heather had found them by virtue of a detailed story I had posted on an erotic story website. Then she'd invited them to the United States, into my home, and now, into my den. 

I had not seen this coming. Neither had Samantha, evidently. We were left nearly speechless at the front door. Eventually, Sam and I gathered our wits and headed into the den to join them and see what our lovely young Heather had wrought.

"So, who needs a drink?" we heard Heather offer as we made our way down the hall. "We've got mulled wine and hot buttered rum. Both are warm and ready if you'd like some." As I stepped down into the den, Heather winked at me and continued, "For you, our lovely guests, Hero may even pull out some of the primo single malt that he's been hiding from me."

"'Hero?'" Tracy, seated comfortably with Lisa on the couch, turned to look at me with amusement.

"It's a nickname that stuck. Blame Peaches. Actually, hers is a nickname too. Her real name is Heather. And the quiet one here is Samantha."

Sam waved and smiled.

The girls started talking all at once and I did what smart guys do: I kept quiet. I watched the four of them. Laughed when they laughed. Smiled when one of them looked at me.

My eyes kept coming back to Tracy. She was even more attractive than she had been years ago. She was certainly less gangly. And was she taller? No, she just carried herself better. She was more self-assured and spent a lot less time looking at her feet. She had turned into the true beauty I anticipated so many years ago. 

When she got up, I followed her swaying, denim-clad rump into the kitchen. The jeans she wore were stylishly paired with a pair of black heels and a soft, black cashmere sweater. Her pale blond hair, curled at her shoulders stood out against its darkness. 

Tracy turned and caught me looking at her. With her high heels, we were almost at even eye level. That was sexy in its own way - a hint that this beautiful woman was my equal in more than just height. She smirked indulgently, acknowledging that she'd caught me eyeing her up but didn't seem to mind all that much.

I pulled a pair of mugs down from the cabinet for us. "Tracy, I should warn you. It's a little different here. Sam and Heather and I are..."

"Relax, Peaches told us all about it," Tracy smiled. "Besides, after the way Lisa and I broke you in with our crazy three-way it figures you ended up a bit more open-minded. It's partly why we came." She sighed. "Lisa and I have led strange lives. She fell in love with a guy a few years ago, a great guy, and they're married. He doesn't know that Lisa and I are lovers. She's been too afraid to tell him, he's very straight-laced. He thinks we're just friends. Sometimes it feels sexy the way we have to sneak around together. But mostly it's just hard."

"I'm so sorry..." I said gently, ladling out some buttered rum for each of us.

"Don't be. We're OK. Though I am looking forward to hanging out here for a few days where we can just be ourselves. You're not going to mind if you catch us snogging on the couch now are you?"

She hesitated a moment.

"Plus, there's the other part of why we came." She pushed a lock of pale blonde hair behind her ear and stepped in to touch my chest. She looked at me meaningfully. "I've thought about giving you something. Something I should have given you a long time ago." She bit her lip and her lavender eyes became large, soft, and honest. "I've still never been with a guy." She took a sip of her rum.

"I don't know what to say..."

"Don't say anything. Think about it. You also need to talk to the girls first and see if they're OK with it. They have a fair claim on you and you all look very happy together. Lisa and I are dropping in out of nowhere."

(I would later pull Heather and Sam into another room. Peaches was amazed I even thought I needed to ask. Sam summed up their opinion: "The way we see it, it's really between you and Tracy." They were fine with me sleeping with Tracy, but with the caveat I should have expected - they wanted to watch and, if possible, join in. They seemed more certain about it than I did.)

The five of us spent the evening in the firelit den. We drank and talked and laughed. Lisa and Tracy recounted my youthful dorkiness from a decade earlier for Sam and Heather's entertainment. I fell asleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night to some quiet giggling. It wasn't the giggle-prone Peaches. She was asleep with her head resting in my lap. She'd still refused to put on clothes and her blanket had slid down to uncover one of her huge, round breasts. I pulled the blanket up to her chin to keep her warmer. 

The fire had burned down to coals. In the dim, red light I could just make out Sam, Lisa and Tracy in front of the fireplace. The three of them were snuggled together, Sam in the middle, and the Australians were taking turns kissing her hungrily.

Half asleep, I teased Sam. "Don't hurt them Sam, they're our guests." Lisa and Tracy looked at me, confused. "Just trust me ladies." I looked back at Sam. "Be good, Sam."

I stroked Peaches' hair and drifted back to sleep. I was in and out all night, periodically waking up to catch snippets of conversation from the protracted sex games that were taking place on the floor.

"I'm not sure I can.... oh God that's good." I heard Lisa moan. ...

"Where do you put the... ahh ahh..." Tracy sighed. ...

"There's no way that's going to fit. Try it this way." Samantha suggested. ...

I woke up much later to Peaches nudging my shoulder gently. It was dawn and she had had finally put some clothes on; red flannel pajamas she'd unwrapped yesterday morning as part of another early Christmas present. She tiptoed over to the three naked sleeping women intertwined on the rug in front of the fireplace and draped a big blanket over them. There was a collection of Sam's sex toys spread out around them.

"OK, so everybody is still breathing and I don't see any blood. Dude, what did I miss last night?" Heather whispered.

"Not sure. I fell asleep and missed most of it too." I scratched my head.

We snuck into the kitchen and made coffee as quietly as we could. We ducked over into the sun room, trying not to wake the sleepers, and cuddled together onto a loveseat. Savoring the warm sun, we clutched and sipped our coffee quietly for awhile.  

"It's nice to have a little alone time with you." Heather rested her head on my shoulder.

"Very nice." I stroked the soft skin along the side of her neck. "Thanks for inviting them, darling. It was very sweet. You never cease to amaze me."

"Eh... can't have you getting bored now can we?" She turned to look at me. "So, are you going through with it? With Tracy, I mean."

"I don't know. I'm not sure we can ever go back. Maybe it's best to leave it the way it was."

"Well, for what it's worth, she doesn't think so. She can't get you out of her head. If you make it good for her, and I know you would..." Heather poked me "... the worst that happens is she closes this door and moves on with her life. Maybe finds a nice boy of her own? She's tall, blonde and pretty. There's probably plenty of guys lined up. Or, maybe she'll stick around here for awhile and we can molest her together. Either way, not so bad."

"You're talking me into fucking another, maybe two other, women? You really are amazing."

"And don't you forget it." She took another sip from her coffee cup.

Just then, a nude Sam limped her way into the room to join us. "Oh my head, what the hell happened last night?" she murmured.

"From the looks of it, you ladies finished the buttered rum and the mulled wine then had yourselves an all-night lesbo-orgy," I teased.

"Ah hah. That explains why I'm naked and sore everywhere. I don't think anybody remembered to use lube," Sam winced and slowly eased her slender naked body down into a club chair across from us.

Peaches couldn't resist the chance to join in the fun. "Has Sith-y Sam finally met her match?" 

"Well, somebody could have warned me. Those two are a trap." Sam yawned, then rubbed her head in pain. "The tall blonde one came on all sweet and gentle. Then the cute little freckly one jumped in and showed no mercy."

"Yup, as I recall, that's how they got me," I reminisced. "Did you have fun?"

"Hell yeah. I think we should ask them to move in." Sam rubbed her head again and groaned.

Peaches unfolded from my lap and stood up. "Come on Sammie, let's go get you fixed up." She took the nude Samantha by the arm and ushered her into the kitchen. "You need a good BM."

"Uh... I'm not a morning pooper so..."

"No silly, a Bloody Mary. I'm getting good at them. College kids get lots of hangovers." Peaches set Sam down on a barstool at the counter. Sam rested her face on the cool granite countertop. Peaches rounded to the other side of the counter and went to work with a blender. She moved with a well-practiced quickness. She'd been sharpening her bartending skills at school. I wondered how she managed to do this and keep her stellar grades. And who was she making these kinds of drinks for? I drank second-rate beer through college. Peaches was still a bit of a mystery. I liked that about her. I saw the tomato juice, tabasco, worcestershire, lemon and lime juice all go into the glass pitcher. Then she lost me with a string of brown spices. I did, however, recognize the red threads she steeped in the vodka before pouring into the blender. 

"Saffron?" I asked.

"Yup. Bharat variation. It's killer." Peaches punched the blender's button. It roared to life. I cupped a hand over Sam's uncovered ear against the noise.

Peaches filled a pint glass with ice and poured in the velvety red liquid, then topped it with a lime wedge and a quickly cut stalk of celery. She pushed the glass in front of Sam. "Drink." She instructed simply.

Sam sucked almost a third of the glass down before coming up for air, gasping "Good." She laid her head back down on the counter.

Lisa and Tracy, no doubt roused by the loud blender, wandered into the kitchen. Lisa was wearing just a t-shirt, her smooth freckled legs were bare. Tracy was wearing Sam's bathrobe. On her taller body it fit like a very short kimono and her breathtakingly long lean legs stretched out beneath it. I also caught a glimpse of her little blonde muff. She saw me peeking and pulled the robe's bottom closed again to cover herself. "Hey, no perving!"

"Sorry, couldn't be helped," I blushed.

Peaches poured two more Bloody Maries for Lisa and Tracy and in return received more glowing praise for her bartending skills. I looked at Peaches. For the first time since she'd shown up again for the holidays, I really just looked at her. She was so young, so pretty, so sexy, so smart, so talented, and so sweet. I had missed her terribly. My heart swelled and I moved towards her.

"That was very nice of you."

"Thanks."

"I mean really nice."

Peaches caught my emphasis and looked me in the eyes hopefully. "Nice, as in 'treats' nice?"

"Definitely."

I moved behind her as she bent herself over the bar counter on her forearms. She swung her round little rump from side to side.

"What are 'treats'?" Tracy asked as I pulled Heather's red pajama bottoms down until they pooled on the floor, revealing her taut young ass.

Sam explained it with her casual bluntness, "He's going to stick his tongue in her butt."

"Errrr..." Tracy stammered.

"She likes it," Sam continued.

"He did it for me our first night together." Peaches wiggled happily as I knelt behind her rounded ass. "I think I fell in love with his tongue first."

If Peaches had any reservations about being naked from the waist down in front of an audience with my face pressed between her buns, she kept them to herself.

As for me, I reasoned that Sam, Tracy, and Lisa had put on a show for me last night. I planned on returning the favor. So I licked and lapped at the valley between Heather's cheeks. She moaned and her head hung limply from her shoulders.

The girls just watched quietly as I worked on her. It was Lisa who broke their silence. "What... what does it feel like?" she asked Peaches.

"Warm, moist, soft. It tickles at first. Then it's pure pleasure."

"Can you come that way?"

"Every time. Sometimes it even makes me..." Peaches trailed off a little, embarrassed.

"...squirt," Sam finished her thought for her.

"Really?" Lisa asked.

"More of a leak actually," Peaches explained between sighs.

"That is so hot," Tracy admired.

"I would do that for you, you know," Lisa looked at Tracy.

"You're a total perv, but I might just take you up on that," her lover replied.

Peaches began to groan. I had slipped my hand into the keyhole space between her thighs to circle her clitoris with my thumb. At the same time, I pressed my tongue more insistently into her rosebud. It began to give way. This was always my favorite part; Heather's tight teen asshole finally yielding - accepting my tongue. Her knees buckled when I finally wormed it all the way into her ass.

Tracy couldn't help herself. "What was that?" 

"His... tongue... it's up inside... and... he's... curling... it... to lick me... on the inside. Rubbing my clit too," Peaches was barely coherent now. 

"She's going to come soon," Sam observed. She reached across the counter to stroke Heather's hair gently. Peaches picked up her head to look at her. I couldn't see her face from where I was but I knew what it would look like. Her eyes would be glazed. Her pupils huge.

"He's really got you going today..." Sam grinned.

"Uh huh, hot... being... watched... too," Heather gasped.

The subtle part of Heather's treats were over. I began to sodomize her with my tongue, pistoning it in and out of her rectum. My thumb was a blur at her clit.

Peaches moans became a continuous pant. Her body went rigid and I jammed my tongue into her butthole so hard it made my mouth ache. Her back bowed up as she came, gasping and wiggling, working her own ass around on my tongue. She almost shook me loose.

As she was coming down, I kissed each of her rounded little cheeks and gently pulled up her pajama bottoms.

"Awww, don't you want to take my butt?" Heather asked as she reached back and stroked my erection through my pajamas.

"Raincheck." I steered her to another stool and sat her down. "Right now, breakfast."

Lisa leaned towards Peaches. "I remember how thick his dick is. You really let him put that thing in your bum?"

"Definitely," Peaches replied, resting her head on the counter, "especially after he works the tongue magic for me."

Was it my imagination or were both Lisa and Tracy looking at me with slightly more intense interest? I kept that thought to myself as I made, and we ate, a mountain of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and toast.

Afterwards, the girls cleaned up, got dressed, and went shopping. It gave me time to do a little work and to think about what to do, or not to do, with Tracy and perhaps Lisa.

The girls returned several hours later, bags in tow, wearing shit-eating grins. They'd been drinking too - they were all quite tipsy, except for Sam who I prayed had been the one driving. They dumped their bags on the kitchen table in front of me.  

"Those are suspiciously big smiles on all of you, was the shopping that good?" I asked, peeking in the bags.

"The shopping was good. The sex wuzeven better!" Lisa slurred.

"The four of you had sex at the mall?"

"Nope, five of us," Tracy giggled tipsily. "We dragged a hot little salesgirl at the lingerie boutique into a dressing room and showed her the time of her life."

"A complete stranger?" 

"Actually, no," Heather piped up. "Her name's Stacey. She played field hockey with me in high school last year. She was an underage little cutie-pie junior then. She's all grown up and a barely legal hottie now."

"Yup," Sam agreed as she pulled her cell phone from her purse. "Want to smell my cellie?" She offered it to me with an evil look.

"Hah, no thanks. I can guess where it's been."

She shrugged and began fiddling with her phone's buttons. "The vibrate setting was helpful. Now I just need to clear the 20 unanswered calls we made after I uuhh... loaned it... to Stacey."

I had a moment to picture that scene before Lisa stumbled towards me and plunked herself into my lap. Her dark brown eyes were glazed over a bit and she clumsily itched her freckled button nose. She smelled like she'd stuck her face in a bucket-sized appletini. "So are you gonna fuck my girlfriend or not?" she slurred.

"Well, I think..." I started.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!" the girls chanted drunkenly, crowding around the table. 

"I'll suck your dick for it!" Lisa blurted out, sliding her hand into my pajama bottoms and stroking my shaft.

I looked at the girls and made peace with my fate. "Okay okay!" I looked a Tracy. "Tomorrow?"

Tracy nodded brightly. 

"Hurray!" the girls cheered.

"Now get these stupid pajamas off." Lisa whined, tugging at my hips. "I want to see if I remember that thick cock of yours correctly."

I was a little disappointed when the other girls peeled Lisa off me. They threw her into the shower to sober up a bit. 

Their visit to the master bathroom must have given them an idea because shortly after Peaches, Sam, and Tracy came back down, they announced that they were going back upstairs to climb into the oversized whirlpool tub. Heather and Sam loved that tub. They would sit in it until the water got cold, drain it half-way, then refill it with hot water.

The house "tubbing" endurance record - 4 hours(!) - was set by Sam almost two months ago on the day she heard that her ex-boyfriend Danny got engaged. It was the same Danny she'd dumped only four months ago. He was a complete douche but, for reasons unfathomable to me, the news still made her depressed. She sat in the tub all afternoon commiserating with Heather via cell phone until Sam's battery ran dead. I brought her a fresh drink periodically and begged her not to pass out in the tub and drown. 




Hero's Life Ch. 11



Sam was a cute, little, wrinkly-at-the edges thing by the time she got out of the tub and came to find me. Ironically, I was at my desk getting ready to pay the water bill. 

My saving grace was that Heather was shrewd enough to warn me. Barely a minute before, she'd sent me a text message:

- Sam needs a good fix. Rough as you can manage, Hero. She's ours now, not Danny's. Make her believe it. Man up. Her safeword is Doritos. Good luck. ;-p -

Heather and Sam both know and respect that I'm not a naturally rough lover. I just don't like hurting people. Particularly ones I care about. When the girls got those kind of urges they usually holed themselves up in the bedroom behind a locked door. I would quickly try to find somewhere else to be.

Since Heather was at school, it looked like it was going to be up to me today. Great.

Sam swept into the room naked and wet. She looked like she'd simply stepped out of the tub and come downstairs. 

"I need you to fuck the Danny out of me!" she demanded as she came through the door. She swept my desk clear with an arm sweep and climbed up onto it. Kneeling on its top, we were eye-to-eye. Sam's nostrils were flaring and her eyes were dark and challenging.

Okay, time to "man up" as Heather said.

I pressed my lips together into a thin line, brought a hand to Sam's shoulder, and slid it up to the back of her neck. I ran my fingers into the hair there at the back of her neck then clenched a fist and twisted it. Sam's eyes went wide as I twisted her down to lay on my desk.

"Unzip my pants," I said as coolly as I could manage. Still, my voice quivered a little.

Sam smiled a little, recognizing that this was going just the way she wanted. Her small hands deftly unzipped my pants and pushed down my boxers.

I never got the chance to order her to suck my cock because she was on it as soon it popped free of my underwear. I was only half-hard and she swallowed my length easily. She bobbed roughly a few times but I used my grip at the back of her head to jerk her away.

"Slower," I commanded. She looked up at me and nodded. She began to lick and kiss my shaft. Then she swallowed me again more slowly, her tongue twirling around my end in the way she knew I liked.

"Better, Hero?" she said meekly, after letting me slip from her mouth briefly. 

"Yes," I sighed.

"You can come this way if you want. I'd like that. I'd like you to fuck my mouth and shoot your cum down my throat."

"No, I'm fucking you. Just like you said. I'm fucking the Danny out of you."

Sam looked a little disappointed and it made me hesitate. I just wasn't cut out for this domination stuff.

"Bend over the desk," I instructed her.

She brought her feet to the floor and bent herself over until she was laying flat on the polished wood. She arched her back, displaying her sleek, muscular little ass. I slid my left hand along her back down to her hips. The olive skin of her perfect butt was smooth and unmarked. Not for long.

WHAP. I struck Sam's right ass cheek with my right hand a little harder than I'd intended. She jerked and grunted. It was fortunate that she was facing away because if she'd seen my shake my own hand in pain it would have broken my tough-guy act. I pressed her down into the desk with my other hand at her back.

"Yessss..." Sam whispered. I was on the right track again.

"When a gentleman..." WHAP. I spanked her again on the same cheek. 

This time, Sam hissed through gritted teeth. 

"...is working at his desk,..." WHAP - I'd moved to her other asscheek. "... he should not be disturbed..." WHAP "... so rudely."

Sam was gasping now, rocking her body back and forth, waiting, nay, looking for the next strike. Her little ass had blushed to a bright red.

"Now," I said hoarsely, "is this what you came for?" I stepped in behind her and pressed myself against her. My cock slid into the space between her thighs and I let it run along her cunt lips teasingly. Her battered buns felt warm against my hips.  

"Please," Sam whimpered.

I drew back and positioned myself at the smooth entrance to her pussy and waited. She was hot and slick already. 

Sam twitched and whined. "No teasin..."

She never finished the word because I plunged into her roughly with one thrust.

"Uuuugh," Sam yelped as a bottomed out inside her.

We fucked like animals. There was grunting, wailing, scratching and, at Sam's demure request, even some more spanking. 

She came several times. I never let up. I never paused to let her catch her breath. I fucked her mercilessly. The last time she came, she was drooling onto my desk as I shafted her fiercely while slipping a spit-soaked thumb into her winking ass. I came with her, painting her savaged cunt walls with my release.

When it was over I felt guilty about how far we had gone. On my coitus scale, there's "making love" then there's "having sex" then there's "fucking" then there's "sexual battery." We'd just been barely shy of battery. But Sam got what she was after. By the time we were done, she felt like she was mine. And that's what mattered.

"Okay down there?" I asked softly.

"Perfect," Sam cooed, "Heather must have warned you."

"Yeah," I said sheepishly.

When we'd caught our breath, I looked down at Sam and said what was on my mind as delicately as I could manage: "Sam, do you want to get married?"

"Huh?" She stiffened and her eyes got wide. "Is this a proposal?"

"It could be," I smiled, "but for now it's more of a theoretical question."

"Oh," Sam relaxed.

"I'm wondering if that's what has you upset about Danny. I just realized that if you and Heather and I stay together like we are there may be no traditional 'marriage' in the cards for us. I want you to be happy, Sammie."

"That's sweet of you, but Danny getting married was more a general bummer. It's a girl thing. It didn't unearth any latent relationship fears. Honestly, I hadn't thought about the three of us and marriage."

"Good," I exhaled in relief.

"But wait, now that I am thinking about it... when we get there, I think you and Heather should get married."

"Really?" I tried not to look hurt.

"No, not because she cares for you more than me and not because she'd make a better wife. I love you Hero, and either of us would make a good wife. It's just that, frankly, I think I'd be better at being the 'other woman' than Heather. " She grinned. "That sort of naughty, outlaw status I think I could carry around with a kind of rebel pride. I'm not so sure she could - it might chafe her someday."

There was a nugget of truth to that and so I just nodded.

Speaking of chafing, we had definitely over done it that session. We were both limping around at work the next day. By then it was common knowledge that Samantha and I had shacked up together. Our workmates were relentless with their teasing. Of course, being a guy, I was also the recipient of a few privately congratulatory high-fives.

Whoa, long tangent. I started this by talking about tubs because, right now, Sam, Heather and Tracy were headed upstairs to the tub. As the girls made their way up, little Lisa was just coming down the stairs wrapped in a fluffy white towel. She had finished her shower and was looking a bit more sober despite her afternoon appletini binge.

"We're headed for a bubble bath. Come on, we can all squeeze in. It could get fun," Sam wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at Lisa.

"Nah, I'll pass," she declined. "Baths aren't my thing. I'm more of a shower girl. Sitting there in a big bucket of water doesn't do it for me. It's OK, have fun. I'll just hang out down here with Hero."

Tracy looked at Lisa sharply for a moment but Lisa just shrugged. Tracy rolled her eyes.

As the girls went upstairs, Heather and Sam begin to argue about which bubble bath to use. Lisa, clad in just a towel, parked herself on the couch next to me. I watched TV quietly for awhile.

"I'm naked under here you know," she commented finally, her eyes never leaving the TV.

Oh, so it was going to be like that. "It's a towel, Lis', I should hope your naked under there."

But her comment had its intended effect. My pajamas stirred as I glanced over at her smooth, freckled legs and remembered our night in Thailand. The last thing she'd been wearing was a towel.

She caught me looking and eased the towel up her thighs slowly, still watching the television.

This was dirty pool. I had been horny all day after playing with Peaches in the kitchen without relief of my own.

She finally turned to me suddenly and caught me openly staring at her crotch. "Hero? I was wondering if you would mind doing a little something for me too." The towel slid up and parted until she was completely exposed from the waist down. When I managed to tear my eyes from her smoothly shaved labia to look her in the face, she flicked her tongue at the corner of her mouth suggestively a few times.

I got the idea of what she was after. "Ah, is this why Trace was giving you the evil eye?"

"Yeah, but at least I was honest with her on the flight up. I told her I might put a move or two on you too while we were here."

"And were you honest with your husband? I don't want to be a buzzkill there cute-stuff but you're a married girl now."

That took a bit of the wind out of her sails. "I know. And I've never cheated before. I don't plan to make a habit of it either. It's not just Tracy, you're special to me too, you know. Plus, Hubbie is very far away and, well, he doesn't do oral things very much. It's been a long time since I've had a boy's face between my thighs. Besides," she grinned at me evilly, "since I'm the one who taught you how to do it, I think I'm entitled to check on your progress."

"Allright, but I should warn you. I've learned a few things since then."

"I should hope so. You were my favorite student. You haven't forgotten anything have you?"

"Pauses? Oh, I'll never forget the pauses." I bent to her beautiful little pussy. She was right, I definitely owed her a little something.



Hero's Life Ch. 12



Lisa's soft brown eyes had a hungry look as I drew towards her. Her mouth was hanging open slightly. Just inside, her tongue twitched like she was trying to will me to do what she wanted. Her small, fair-skinned, befreckled body was wrapped in a white bath towel and she was stretched out on my couch with her legs splayed - so splayed that one of her tiny feet was resting atop one of the back cushions. Her slender thighs were completely bare. She'd drawn her towel up just above her crotch to reveal what she had just sweetly described as her "honeypot." Its pink inner petals peeked just outside of her outer lips. 

The rest of the girls were upstairs soaking in a bubble bath and Lisa had just talked me into a bit of oral satisfaction on the couch. Remarkably, she'd been the one to teach me how to eat pussy 10 years ago. On her girlfriend. The one upstairs in the tub with my girlfriends, in fact. I looked forward to showing Lisa my progress since her first lesson.

As I drew closer, I reflected on how little I knew about her, this adorable brunette pixie who'd stepped in for Tracy to make me a man that night in Bangkok. Only barely eighteen like the rest of us back then, she had been so steady and sure in her role as a carnal pinch-hitter for her hesitant friend. They'd said they had never done a three-way before that night. I wondered if they'd ever repeated it after. Were there other men who'd been given the same treatment? Who now dreamt of orchids and double kisses and moans and moonlight?

These were tender thoughts and they made my slow advance on Lisa gentle. I touched both of her knees and traced my fingertips up her thighs then cupped the curve of her small hips. Her eagerness was as plain on her face as the adorable freckles that decorated each cheek. I had barely touched her and she was already breathing more raggedly, licking her lips as I drew closer to her drooling pussy. 

Eye to eye with her sex, I only then noticed that she was pierced. A tiny silver barbell was lanced sideways through the hood above her little button. I'd never seen one before and I paused to admire it. It was so delicate and pretty against the tender flesh it ran through. The stud suggested that Lisa was what she was - a feisty little sexual firecracker, a vigorous bedmate.

"Pretty," I commented, looking up at her. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and nodded. In her eagerness, she wasn't talkative. I wondered if she had gotten it before getting married or after. Either way it didn't matter. Having it done while married or keeping it after she was married would have, should have, sent the same signal to her husband - "FYI, I'm kinda kinky." Lisa's hubby either didn't understand the message, ignored it, or didn't care. My estimation of his negligence would rise accordingly. 

It had been several months since I'd put my tongue to a woman other than Samantha or Heather. For the most part, I knew their respective buttons - the where's and when's of kissing, licking, and teasing them to best effect. Lisa was uncharted territory and the novelty of what we were about to do was exciting. My cock stiffened in my pants. 

I brushed my lips gently against the smooth delicate skin of her outer petals. When she sighed immediately I knew this was going to be fun. I worked the tip of my tongue on her little button experimentally. The tiny barbell at her hood prevented me from applying the side-sweeping licks that Heather adored and I was hoping to try on Lisa. It was impossible to roll her little button under my tongue to do it correctly. I resorted to a basic up and down motion with a gentle tongue snap that Samantha enjoyed sometimes. 

Lisa groaned happily. Still, this was.... boring. Little Lisa, my first lover, deserved better. 

It had been awhile, but I sucked briefly on my own tongue to dry and roughen its surface then circled around her now swollen clit. Rotating across the underside of her clit, the rough topside of my tongue would feel intense. Transitioning along its sides and the top, smoother parts of my tongue would be touching her - a complicated mix of angles and textures. I could also pause to tap downward on her little barbell from above. I looked up at Lisa and she nodded, still nibbling on her own lip. Her nostrils flared and her hips squirmed working against me in the opposite direction.

I crinkled my eyes in a smile. I'd forgotten Lisa was left-handed. I reversed to swirl on her counterclockwise. Why? Ask a left-handed girlfriend. The reversal was kind of like inserting the correct key into a locked door. Lisa panted through her nose and her hips popped upwards, eagerly pushing her pussy into my mouth. Each of her hands clutched at the couch, gripping the cushions tightly. She eked out a cry of encouragement, "Just like that... don't stop..." 

I continued circling her clit, pausing to tap on her little silver charm. A quick downward dip of my tongue confirmed that her opening was already dripping with excitement. Sliding back to her clit, I brought a hand up to toy with one finger at the small slippery hole of her pussy.

"Yea-ess," Lisa's moaned halfway through her own urging word. 

As I worked one finger into the hot, dripping mouth of her cunt she gasped and went rigid. Less than a minute later, she twisted into orgasm. It was over before we'd even really gotten started. 

"Already?" I looked up at her, an eyebrow arched. She was panting and her face had flushed a deep red.

"Sorry, I guess I was really excited. I sort of gave myself a head start while I was in the shower too," she admittedly bashfully. 

A vivid image of Lisa's touching herself in the shower came to mind. "Bet you can go again..."

"Definitely. I was hoping you would offer. Actually, could you lay down on your back? I'd like to be on top this time. There's something I'd love to do with a fella. Your five o' clock shadow will feel nice." She cleared off the couch to make room.

"Sure."

She waited for me to stretch out on my back, then swung a leg over to straddle my head facing my feet, and supported by her knees on the couch. I watched as she lowered her still-wet sex towards me and I reached up to take her hips and guide her downward. I lapped at her clit when it got close enough to reach and she giggled, still sensitive from her first come. 

She settled herself down onto my face a little more fully than I anticipated. It was a good thing she didn't weight much. It felt like she was sitting on my chin. She rocked a little against my chin, pressing her smooth mons into me until I felt her pubic bone beneath. I felt the scruff of my stubble scratching against her. I guessed it was the feeling she was after because she groaned happily. "Okay if I rub against you a little like this?"

"Absolutely," I confirmed from beneath her crotch. I resumed my circular licking at her clit and let her hump against me the way she obviously craved.

Eventually, she rolled her hips forward and paused to let me lap at the soft pink inner petals of her pussy and collect the wetness there before she rolled her hips further forward. I lathed her ass crack as she slid it up my mouth until she centered me on her ass. I met her silent request by flicking back and forth across her rosebud repeatedly with my tongue. She panted a bit more heavily as I licked and teased at her little ring. 

"Inside a little?" I heard her moan.

I pressed the tip of my tongue solidly against her ass and felt it begin to yield, her delicate rear hole wiggled sideways as she fidgeted above me, eager to have her own ass penetrated. My mouth began to ache as I kept my tongue rigid for her to hump her ass against. Finally, her ass began to give way and my tongue eased just barely into her. "It's in... your tongue is in my fuck,in' ass... " she groaned. She sighed above me, lifting away briefly only to bounce back down gently and wedge her ass further onto my tongue.

Without warning, she rocked her hips backwards again to return me to her little clit. I understood the point of her diversion when one of her hands slid down her back and down her ass. She brought her largest, middle finger downwards to circle her backdoor several times. I paused my licking, momentarily distracted, as she slid that finger slowly, gently into her own ass - withdrawing it slightly a few times only to continue pushing it inward until it was buried in her ass.

She noticed my distracted pause. "Hey..." she murmured.

"Ooops, sorry. That was kinda hot to watch."

I heard her chuckle sadly. "Thanks, Hero. When I had a go at this with the hubbie, he ran screaming from the room." 

Eager to take her mind from that sad memory, I resumed lapping at her little button. She responded by gingerly working her butt with her finger.

"When I do this, it feels like my ass and my clit are connected." She explained. "Crikey, it's so good - feeling it working in my bum while you eat me and your stubble's a bit scratchy up front."

"I'm glad. This is fun for me too, Lis'. I'm kind of getting a kick out of having you parked on my face. Take your time, okay? "

"Don't mind if I do." 

She did. She used me like a couch-mounted sex toy and I loved it. She pumped her crotch against my mouth, my chin, or my nose as it suited her. She rolled her hips around to put my tongue where she pleased. I lost track of time, yielding myself to the singular goal of satisfying her tender pink flesh while stroking the smooth freckled skin of her thighs. All the while, she delicately sodomized herself with that one finger. It was intoxicating. For both of us.

She stretched it out for both our sakes but it couldn't last forever. Eventually, her movements became more erratic. I felt her legs tense beneath my hands. She wobbled above me as her orgasm loomed. Finally, her body seized and she ground herself down into me, greedily seeking as much contact as possible. I continued assaulting her clitoris as I felt her the mouth of her cunt twitch against my nose. I watched her backdoor clutch and spasm around her finger. "Eeeeaaaaaah," she groaned as she reached her climax and rode it out on my face. 

As she came down, I resumed stroking her thighs. Still out of breath, she levered upright onto her knees to look down at me. "You get an A-plus," she panted. She unsteadily swung her leg around and moved off to sit on the floor in front of me.

"Thanks, teach." I kissed her forehead when she rested her cheek on the couch in front of me. Her face was flushed, her cheeks and nose were a bright red and her eyes were shut. She smiled when I ran a few fingers through her still damp hair. When she'd caught her breath, I gave her a quick smooch on the cheek. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm going to go wash my face for a sec."

She sniffed quickly and pouted. "That bad?"

"No!" I chuckled, shaking my head. "That good. I know everybody is supposed to be okay with this but I just don't want to rub the girls' faces in it."

She snickered giddily.

"What?"

"Interesting choice of words, considering I just rubbed your face in it."

I rolled my eyes and laughed with her as I ducked into the kitchen and washed my face.

I needn't have worried about time. It was another hour before Heather, Sam and Tracy dragged themselves from the tub and came back downstairs to join us. By then, the room no longer smelled like sex and Lisa had composed herself - the bright red blush across her face had faded.

Sam came down clad in her much-adored black satin robe. Peaches wore her matching cream one. Tracy was wearing a soft grey cotton pajama set - a camisole top that bared her smooth shoulders was paired with slender pants that made her legs look as long as they were. The girls were all a rosy, fresh-from-the-tub color.

Thankfully, none of them commented as they joined us, so I assumed Lisa and I had been sufficiently discrete. That is, until later when Peaches, casually perched on my knee, gave me a peck on the cheek in response to a comment I made during our five-way conversation. She followed with a quick sniff and eyed me suspiciously. She dropped her voice so only I could hear, "How come your face smells like dish soap? Something you had to wash off hastily?" My eyes zipped over to Lisa and betrayed me.

Heather only smirked, her smile letting me know that she was far from mad. She leaned in to whisper "I guess that's fair, you missed some fun up in the tub too. Tracy is very talented. Sam and I are thinking about keeping her for the all-girl's team. She might be wasted on boys."

I pictured the three of them writhing, covered in bath bubbles and the image made me groan softly. This was more torture. I'd pleasured both Peaches and Lisa without relief, now I was being subjected to my own visions of a soapy lesbian three-way. Could a 28 year-old man get blueballs? I hadn't had a case since my early teens.

Heather patted my head reassuringly as our conversation continued. We repeated the previous night's agenda: drinking, laughing, sharing, bonding. Eventually, the subject of Tracy's virginity came up. Heather and Tracy had already become close enough that she felt free to sass Tracy a bit, "You might have considered finding someone with an average width dick for your first go round. He might kill you."

Tracy cringed, giggling, but Lisa's head whipped around to look at her friend. "You haven't TOLD him?!" Then she scanned the rest of the room. "You haven't told any of them?!"

Tracy just winced and shook her head. "I was honest. I told him that I'd never been with a guy..."

"Fine, I'm telling them. I'm definitely telling them." Lisa took a big breath. "OK, picture this. It's my wedding day. We're half-way through the reception. I had just slunk out onto the front porch of the reception hall for some fresh air. Nobody warned me that wedding dresses were so damn hot. Anyway, I'm standing out there and I look over. Here comes Tracy stumbling towards me in her lavender bridesmaid's dress. She's crossing the parking lot, clearly tipsy, and waving this pink dildo in the air."

"She starts yelling from about 30 yards away: 'Hey honey, I've got your special wedding present!' "

"I can't let her in the reception hall like that! I can't even let her on the porch - I've got three nuns in my family! So I ran over and pushed her into one of the wedding limos motoring outside. It was a big stretchy thing with plenty of room inside and, thank God, a solid partition between the back and the chauffeur."

"I shut the door behind us and start yelling: "I. Don't. Need. A dildo. For a wedding present.' " We wrestle for the dildo and I get it off her."

" 'No... wait...' Tracey slurs and she reaches under her dress to pull her panties down to her knees then hikes up her dress."

"I just look on, speechless, while she reaches out to pull that fake dick still in my hand towards her. She holds her legs up and brings the end of it to her little wet puss. 'This is your wedding present. I want you to be the one to break me. Please?! I love you! I want this so bad. I want it to be you. Tonight. Please? Just do it for me?' "

"Her purpley eyes were huge and soft. She was so sweet and happy and sad and vulnerable all at the same time. I promised her that my marriage wouldn't get in the way of us and we would still be together. Then I did what any best friend-slash-lesbian lover would do. I wedged that pink sucker right up in there! It was good in a way, she was pretty liquored up and didn't feel much pain. I gave her a good poking in that sweet little muff of hers until she came and passed out. It took a little while though, so when she was finished I kissed her on her boozy lips and yanked her underwear back up and fixed her dress. Then I begged the chauffeur to take her to the hotel and went back to the reception where everybody was already looking for me. I spent the reception trying not to think about the fact that I'd just busted my girlfriend's cherry. I had to hug my Aunt "Mother" Patricia with virgin blood on my hands," Lisa groaned.

"Oh no, that's not the best part," Tracy rolled her eyes. "I woke up the next morning in a strange hotel room with a splitting headache and dull pain down below. I reached between my legs and... she forgot to take the damn dildo out." Tracy slapped Lisa's shoulder playfully and they both giggled. We joined them. My side was starting to hurt. 

"Well, I was a little distracted. It was my wedding!" Lisa finally managed to choke out, "The whole thing in the limo got me so hot I fucked my husband senseless that night." 

"Hey, do you still have that dildo?" Lisa finally asked with a sentimental half-smile.

Tracy's smiled. "Nah, still have the panties though. Souvenir." 

We laughed again. When we'd finished though, and moved on to talk about something else, I caught Tracy looking wistful.

The drinking and story swapping continued. Tracy disappeared at one point and was gone long enough that I slipped away to check on her. I found her on the other side of the house in the living room. She was nursing the last of her whiskey glass of straight tequila. She'd made a beeline for the Porfidio Anejo bottle as soon as I opened the bar earlier that night. I had gladly poured her three solid fingers of the fragrant yellow liquid and watched with interest as she gleefully took a large sip and groaned happily. Not many women have a taste for straight aged tequila - in my biased eyes it was more proof that Tracy was something special.

At the moment, she was looking at a framed hanging picture of Sam, Heather and me. It was a candid, un-posed photo of us in a bar surrounded by a mob of pretty young coeds. The three of us were in a circle holding up fluorescent green shots of Jagermeister, the girls around us cheering us on.

I winced when I saw Tracy looking at it. Was the picture too immature? It was taken at a local bar just off Heather's college campus. Sam and I had driven up to surprise her on one of her first few weekends when Heather had sounded homesick over the phone. I had expected a steamy night or two of hotel sex. Sam had a different and ultimately better idea. We ended up inviting Heather's entire dormitory floor out for drinks. Sammie and Heather flirted and bribed the underage women past the bouncer. It turned into a very fun night that also instantly secured Heather's already rising popularity. 

Sam had the picture of that night framed and hung it up as a gag. 

For me, the picture was something more. It was evidence of just how good Sammie was at looking into people and figuring out what they needed. That weekend, Heather may have needed us, but she also needed help connecting to her new surroundings. With her impromptu drunken outing, Sam had given her that - helped me give her that too. The sweet memory brought a tickle to my throat.

I watched as Tracy reached up to touch the photo and it made me wonder what she thought. Before she caught me spying, I made my way over to stand next to her so that we were looking at the picture together. I slipped an arm around her waist. "Pretty silly pic, huh?"

"No," she croaked softly. It was a short word but the way it came out told me what I needed to know. She'd been on the verge of tears. She swallowed loudly and continued. "I like the photo. You look so happy together."

To give her a moment to collect herself, I described the evening to her. It piqued her interest. Her voice was steadier when she asked, "Do the other girls, Heather's dorm mates, know? About the three of you?"

I shrugged. "I don't think so. We kept it platonic that night. I'm not really sure how much Heather has said at school. I suspect she keeps it to herself because she dates a little while she's there. Sam and I made her promise not to turn eligible boys away for our sake. Dating is part of that whole experience."




Hero's Life Ch. 12



"And you? And Sam? Do you see other people too?"

"No. We're happy."

"But us, Lisa and I, it's okay for us to be here like this?"

I shrugged again. "Special passes I guess? I haven't tried to make sense of this, Trace. I don't see any bright lines. Not sure I would want them anyway. Peaches and Sam and I are... kind of an organic thing. We're happily rumbling and tumbling along. When we hit an obstacle... or an opportunity... we figure out what to do together. It's what we do. Make sense?"

She sighed. "Very much."

"And you? What about you, Trace, how are you?"

She sighed again. "I'm a little lost, Hero. Looking for my place, I guess. Remembering LIsa's wedding dug up some old pain. I love Lisa, with all my heart. Her husband, David, is a lovely man who adores her but... I'm not sure if he'd ever understand what the two of us have. It doesn't matter either way because Lisa loves him so much that she's afraid to be honest with him."

She reached up to touch the picture again, "You're lucky Hero. Look at the three of you in this photo. You're in a happy circle with the world outside cheering you on. Lisa and David and I are a straight line - with Lisa in the middle." She looked at me then, her lavender eyes rimmed with unwept tears. "Hero, it gets lonely on the end of a line."

Here was the root of her sadness. I pulled her a bit tighter against me. "I think I speak for the girls when I say that you're welcome here, Trace. As often or as long as you like. Sam and Heather already seem quite fond of you. And Lisa." 

She leaned her head onto my shoulder. Her straight pale blonde hair fell across my chest. "Thanks. Actually, just knowing that helps a little." Even through the cloyingly sweet smell of the bubblebath she'd soaked in, enough of her scent lingered beneath it to trigger a memory that rushed back to me across a decade's breadth. To me, Tracy had smelled like wildflowers and the sea. And still did. I worried a bit at that thought - both those things came and went as they pleased. You had them briefly; on their own terms.

We stood quietly for awhile, gazing at what should have looked like just a very silly photograph of a very silly night. It amazed me that Tracy had gleaned something meaningful from it too.

"Let's talk about something happier?" she asked finally.

I nodded.

"Let's talk about you finally having your way with me tomorrow. Or me having my way with you. Whatever," she said feigning a brusque business-like tone.

I stifled a chuckle.

"I'd like a preview," she continued with mock curtness.

"A preview?"

"Mmmm hmmm."

"What sort of preview?" I asked trying not to sound too hopeful.

She set her glass down on the nearest table and abruptly swiveled to kneel in front of me. With both hands, she unbuttoned the front of my pants and reached in through the opening. She'd been too quick. My cock was almost completely limp when she pulled it out but I could feel the blood rushing to it immediately, growing stiff quickly under her touch.

"Good heavens, I think it's gotten meatier," she commented, still stroking me with one hand as I grew to my full, overly thick six inches. The skin of her palm was soft and warm against me.

"I don't think so."

"It might be too big. Can I still back out?" She teased, looking up at me, still stroking.

"I suppose. Or perhaps you'd rather wait another ten years?" I needled her.

"Ha ha," she said wryly and looked back down to focus on my cock. She gazed at it intently. She was so close that I could feel her warm breath on me. She licked her lips.

"Have you ever..." I let my question trail off. The circumstances were enough to finish my thought.

She didn't look up, still focused on my erection and her constant stroking. "No. Never. I've never even wanted to until now. You'd like it if I did that for you though, wouldn't you?"

"Very much."

She drew closer and openly panted on the head of my cock as her hand continued working me. Milking me. "You'd like to have me that way. Kissing you. Licking you. Taking you in my mouth and sucking you down." 

Okay, Tracy's body may have been inexperienced when it came to men but her brain sure wasn't. 

"When was the last time virgin lips touched you?" she asked.

"Years..." My answer came out as a peep.

Her head retreated a few inches. "Maybe I won't then. Sam and Heather are probably very good at cocksucking." She looked up at me. "They are, aren't they?"

"Yes," I admitted. Frankly, I'd probably be coming soon with or without a blowjob. My pent-up horniness, her constant hand motion, and her dirty talk would be enough. Still, I craved her mouth on me. 

She leaned closer again, opening and closing her mouth millimeters away from my cock. Her tongue came out to wiggle a hair's breadth from me. "I wouldn't compare to either of them. I'd be inexperienced and awkward. Probably gag on you. Probably drool all over you and myself."

"That sounds good actually," I croaked.

She looked up at me again, lavender eyes shining deviously. "And god, imagine if you came in my mouth? I'd probably choke and sputter like a high school girl. I'd make a huge mess. You wouldn't want that would you?"

"Yes, please," I begged.

She looked back down at my shaft, panting on it, pretending to mouth it from a painfully short distance. "Remember how you came all over Lisa's face that night in Bangkok? That was so hot. I have to admit, I was a little jealous. Since then, I've dreamt that you came all over my face. On my lips. On my cheeks. Across my nose. I've wished it had been me."

I was swaying now, unable to maintain my balance.

"Unless..." she looked up at me with fake innocence, "Could you do that for me now, Hero? Could you come on my face right now? Give me what I could have had back then?"

I nodded, dizzy, seconds from granting her request.

It must have showed. "Do it," she goaded. "Come on me. As big as you can. I want a gigantic load like the one you gave Lisa. I want to be covered in your hot cum like she was." 

Finally, mercifully, her tongue touched me. She lapped delicately at my head, her open mouth just millimeters away. Her hand continued to blur up and down my shaft.

"Gaaaaaaaah!" was all I could get out in response to the small contact of her tongue on me. It accelerated my orgasm with a rush that raced up from my toes. Tracy was about to reap the result of my unsatisfied all-day arousal. Lights starting going off in my head. Between those lights were flashbacks to having my tongue buried in Heather's ass that morning, the afternoon of Lisa riding my mouth, and finally, Lisa's little teenage face covered in semen in Bangkok years ago.

I exploded, launching a burst of cum into Tracy's mouth, knees bending with the force of my first ejaculation. She gulped quickly then moved her mouth away but continued to jerk me off - pointing me directly at herself. I gritted my teeth and violently jetted cum onto her upturned smiling face, hosing her with several hours of repressed need. In a half-dozen spurts she was already covered in cum and giggling as more spurted out to pile on top of what was there. She was forced to close one eye as a thick gob dripped from her eyebrow down into it. I swooned and had to reach back with one hand for the armrest of a nearby chair to keep from falling as the last few half-spurts completed my orgasm.

"Wow," she snickered, looking at me through one half-closed eye, as she stroked me a few more times then released my softening shaft, "you gave me some preview."

"Yeah," I agreed hoarsely, only slowly coming back to my senses. I clumsily pulled off the long sleeve t-shirt I was wearing and knelt down with her to wipe her face. It took both sides of the shirt to remove the mess. 

She opened her eyes. "Take that!" She giggled as she came at me, pushing her tongue into my mouth to inflict the taste of my own cum, mixed with tequila. 

"Meh, not so bad," I chuckled and pulled her back for another kiss.

"You are a delightfully perverted man," she grinned.

"Someone pointed me along a bad path right from the start," I replied. "Now, how about my preview?" I slipped a finger under the thin shoulder strap of her camisole.

"Uh uh," she backed away and stood up, wagging a finger at me. "It's getting late, the 'theater' is closed. Reopens tomorrow for a big premiere."

"Figures," I grumbled as she backed away further.

She paused her retreat to lean on the thick open doorframe. Standing just like that - tall, slender, elegant, beautiful - she was a dream made real. "Hero?" She cocked her head to give me a little half-smile, "I hope you're worth all this wait. I hope I am too." Her smile morphed into a saucy grin as she turned and left, heading back for the den. 

I'd make it worth her wait. Not sure how, but still, I swore to it. I didn't take oaths often. Or lightly.

I picked up Tracy's forgotten whiskey glass and detoured by the laundry room to throw my semen-soaked t-shirt into the washer and pull on a replacement shirt from a clean pile on the dryer. By the time I caught up with Tracy, she was blushing and gesturing a large circle over her face to the gleeful laughter of the other three girls.

Okay, so much for keeping secrets. 

"Trace, you forgot your tequila," I announced on my step down into the den.

Peaches was quickest. "And you forgot to button your pants back up." The entire room dissolved into howls of laughter. 

I cringed and closed my fly with one hand while handing Tracy her glass with the other. "Aw... screw you guys." 

Sam's riposte was just as sure as Heather's, "We were kind of wondering if you planned on doing us clandestinely one at a time or you'd scrape up the courage to take us all on together." The howling broke out again.

"I'll show you courage chickie!" I pounced on Samantha, kissing her and tickling her ribs with both hands.

"Tickle fight!" Peaches cheered, and the den turned into a writhing pile of gleeful, half-drunken tickling that continued until everyone was out of breath and we were lying on the floor with our bodies criss-crossing each other's.

Sam's head was resting on my belly. She looked up at me, "Pizza?"

I looked over at Peaches. She nodded. "Pizza."

I got up and made the call. Twenty minutes later, I was burning my lips on hot cheese while the girls patiently and maturely waited for the pizza to cool enough to eat safely. Sam and Heather were debating which Bordeaux would go better with pepperoni. 

Maybe it was the endorphins released by my own scalding mouth flesh but I looked around the room and felt a wave of emotion. I loved these women. Each in their own way. For what they were. And what they made me. I choked a little on that thought and Heather stopped to look at me with concern. 

"You okay?" She rubbed my shoulder reassuringly.

"Better than okay," I chuckled. That was completely true. "Just struggling with some hot cheese." Well, that was only half true.



Hero's Life Ch. 13



Author's note: As you might guess from the delay, I struggled with this chapter. Mucho re-writes. It didn't occur to me that five-way sex would be virtually impossible to write in an intimate way. I ended up settling for what a friend rather accurately called "interesting in parts." C'est la vie. I just can't wrestle with this chapter anymore. Later chapters are backing up.

Okay, remember who everybody in this series is? Here's your refresher:

Hero: some random nice guy. Who cares?

Heather (Peaches): smart, sweet, buxom, blonde teen freshman with a fetish for making weird connections, helping people, alcohol, and sex.

Samantha: shrewd, not-so-sweet, petite, slender, dark-haired twenty-something with a knack for putting herself in other people's shoes and figuring out what they want.

Tracy: the statuesque Australian blonde that "got away" - she and Hero shared a brief romance in Thailand when they were vacationing together as teens. They were intimate one night but she chickened out on actual intercourse. She's still a virgin but with help from Heather, she's found Hero 10 years later to fix that.

Lisa: Tracy's cute, tiny, dark-haired, freckled friend and lover. She was with Hero and Tracy that night in Thailand. When Tracy couldn't/wouldn't sleep with Hero, Lisa stepped in and taught him all kinds of things. She's married to a tax attorney who has no idea that Lisa and Tracy are lesbian lovers.

Okee doke, here we go...

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That morning I was the last one up for a change. Coffee was already made and the girls - Heather, Samantha, Lisa and Tracy - were already sipping their coffee cups and lounging around the kitchen.

Heather's back was to me as I entered the kitchen but her sharp little ears picked up my approach. She blindly reached an arm back towards me and I sidled up behind her. Her juicy little teen butt, clad in a pair of my boxers she'd pilfered, hit me at about mid-thigh. I stretched to rest my chin on top of her brassy, blonde head.

"Sleep good, honey?" she asked me sweetly.

"Very." I wrapped my arms around her. Her oversized chest squished between my elbows.

It may have been early, but Lisa, the tiny, Australian freckle-faced cutie, was not above a bit of pre-coffee needling. "So studboy, today's the big day," she teased. Her accent made each "day" sound so more like "die." 

Her enormous dark brown eyes were bright with interest. "How's it going to go?" 

Oh. Right. That.

I was going to sleep with Tracy today. 

Yep. 

I was going to sleep with Tracy today. 

Crud, it didn't make much more sense to me when I thought it the second time. Don't get me wrong, it was definitely a dream come true. I'd fantasized about Tracy on and off for literally a decade. And here she was, in the flesh, and even more beautiful, more sexy, and more generally wonderful than I'd remembered.

I was just having trouble wrapping my head around all of this. Maybe it would make more sense after some coffee.

I chewed my lip and looked to Tracy. She was sitting next to Lisa. She was smiling as she sipped from her coffee cup. Her long, sleek legs were stretched out onto the chair in front of her. "What do you think, Trace?"

Tracy's slender blonde eyebrows knitted together in thought, as she swallowed. "Geez, I'd never considered much past getting here. I dunno."

"I might be able to help," Sam, my sweet little dark-haired ballerina, offered. She set down her coffee cup and unfolded her petite body to slip from her chair. She padded barefoot over to Tracy and crouched at her feet. 

"Let me try?" She asked, looking up at Tracy with an expression that somehow managed to be shy and sly at the same time.

I saw where this was headed. "It's Sam's odd little knack, Trace. She's got this thing about figuring out what people want," I tried to explain, failing miserably. Sam was pretty good, okay unnervingly good, at looking into people - seeing what they wanted. I'd watched her do it enough to know.

Tracy nodded vaguely at my crummy explanation, no doubt unclear on what was about to happen, and turned back to Samantha.

Sammie stared at Tracy's face a few long moments. I watched her eyes tighten as she concentrated. When she started talking in stops and starts it was the first time I'd ever heard her weird little talent in real time:

"It was dark before. When you and Hero and Lisa were together that first time. A pretty dark. But still dark. It can be, it should be, light now. Bright light. No hiding in a little dark hotel room like years ago. Sunlight. Yes, sunlight. Better to see him and you and everything. Crisp, white sheets. Fresh flowers too. Orchids. All of us? Yes, all together. Naked. In that big bed. Watching, touching, kissing, licking, urging. You can quench an old thirst by drowning it in love. Have something beautiful - something to keep forever..." 

Sam's voice trailed off.

Tracy eyebrows reknitted themselves in confusion. "How did you..."

Sam shook her head to clear it. "Ohh... Tracy!" She leapt up to hug her tightly. "So much waiting and wondering for so long. Honey, we're going to make this perfect for you. Did that sound about right?"

"It sounds wonderful!" Tracy said from inside Sam's hug.

It was Heather who stood and offered Tracy her hand, "Then come on upstairs, girlie. Let's get you ready." The two blonde beauties disappeared and moments later I heard bathwater running.

I looked at Sam and Lisa. "Okay, so you guys handle the sheets? And maybe some towels?" They nodded agreement. "I guess that means I'll run out for flowers."

I came back in twenty minutes. While I was gone, Samantha and Lisa had made up the master bedroom. The curtains were wide open. Fresh sheets were on the bed with towels piled here and there.

Lisa pulled me into the hallway with a devious smile. She held up a glass of water and a small prescription vial. She popped open the vial and shook a pill shaped like a sunflower seed into my hand.

I squinted at it.

"Cialis," she explained.

"I'm not so sure I need..." I started to hand it back to her.

"Uh uh, you're going to be in a room full of naked women..."

"Exactly, Lisa, I don't think I need to take any..."

"Quit interrupting and let me finish!" she chuckled, shaking her head, "You're going to be in a room full of naked women who are depending on you to perform. Especially Tracy. This is a big day for her. That's a lot of pressure on you. Look at me," she eyed me seriously, "You cannot get stage fright."

I gulped. When she put it that way, she had a point.

"Think of it as insurance." She plucked the tablet from my palm and pressed it between my lips. "Swallow."

I did, chasing it with a gulp of water. "So, does your husband take these?"

"Sure, whenever I slip them into his food. Which is whenever I get extra horny."

"So on Saturdays, then?" I needled her.

"Pretty much," she shot right back.

How did she manage to pack that much sass into such a tiny body? I shook my head as I followed her downstairs to fix myself a drink. I was going to need something to steady my big head too. 

It was time for my "go to" liquor - single malt. I pulled out two heavy whisky glasses and poured myself three good fingers of Laphroaig from one of the 3 bottles I had stashed around the house. I poured two more fingers into the second glass for Peaches. A couple of drops of water for me. An ice cube for her. This was her absolute, bar none favorite and I'd long-since learned to include her every time I partook. It cut down on the whining. Like everything else about her, Heather's whine was cute. But even a cute whine has its limits.

I brought both whisky glasses with me as I made my way back up the stairs. Trudging up, I went through the absurd checklist in my head. 

Bedroom? Check. Liquor? Check. Gorgeous, smart, funny, leggy, virgin blonde who was waiting for me to make love to her after ten years? Check. Three beautiful, depraved bi-sexual assistants? Check.

When the hell did I start living this sort of life?

I turned the corner at the top of the stairs and nearly collided with Heather as she was coming out of the master bedroom I was headed into. 

"Oh!" she giggled. 

She was flushed and her brassy blonde hair was damp. She was wearing her cream colored satin robe. It was tied loosely at her waist and the inside curves of each of her amazing, round breasts were on display. 

For a couple of moments, I stared at her boobs while she stared at the whisky glasses. We both have our weaknesses.

Peaches smiled brightly, obviously pleased that, despite the absurd sex happening around us, she could still stop me in my tracks. 

"I'll let you keep staring at my boobs if you'll hand over that single malt," she finally said, selecting the glass with her tell-tale ice cube. "Tracy's all yours, Hero. She's nervous though," she cocked her head at me with a soft half-smile, "but it looks like you are too."

I sighed, "Maybe a little."

"You're not worried about how this might affect what you, Samantha, and I have are you?"

I sighed again. "That's part of it, I think."

"Silly boy, I had a good idea where this was headed when I invited Tracy and Lisa up to visit. It was a connection I couldn't pass up. And Sammie is totally drooling at the potential debauchery of a five-way. Plus," Heather stepped into me and nuzzled my nose with hers gently, "Samantha and I both know you'd sooner throw yourself in front of a bus than hurt either of us."

I nodded.

"So take a couple of deep breaths and get in there. Tracy is waiting." Heather rocked onto her tiptoes to kiss my nose gently. "Go get her dummy, it's not very polite to keep a girl waiting." 

I looked at the door. Heather turned but paused next to me. She could have continued downstairs, but she was waiting for me to open the door. I knew how her mind worked, well, part of it anyway. She wanted to see my reaction to what lay inside the bedroom.

Resigned, I gave her what she wanted. I pushed the door open and looked inside. My mouth fell open a little and my breath caught. I vaguely felt Heather's lips press quickly to my cheek and her bright little laugh as she tromped gleefully downstairs. My eyes were locked on my bed. And what lay in it. 

Dear god in heaven.

How can I describe what Tracy looked like just then? She was beautiful and I'll try to do that justice. But I really need to start with how seeing her stretched out naked on my bed felt.

For me, this was the sweetest, most robustly satisfying blend of past and present possible. It was as if I had sampled the 1996 Chateau Lafite Rothschild the year it was bottled and recognized its outrageous promise. Then, more than 10 years later the caretaker of that estate delivered a case to my door free of charge after it trebled in splendor with a note that just read, "Believe it or not, we specifically made this wine for you. We humbly suggest you try it first with lamb."

Ick... let's try a more down to earth example.

Think back to hottest girl you went to high school with. If you grew up in a town like mine, you had known her since early childhood because you attended elementary school together. When you were small children you may not have been friends but you were at least familiar enough to be comfortable in each other's company. For some reason, though, one afternoon on the playground she'd suddenly kissed you. But then she'd laughed and run away. Girls were even more a mystery to you then than they are now so you stared after her dumbfounded. Then, remembering that girls were "icky," you scrubbed at your own lips with the back of your hand where she'd kissed you. 

But you thought about that kiss off and on for years.

By high school you and this beauty were in drastically different social circles. She made homecoming queen then prom queen. Walking up to her in the hallway and mentioning the kiss she stole as a little girl would have been pathetic if not impossible. 

Now, imagine fast forwarding to your ten-year high school reunion. That same pretty girl, now a fully grown and breathtakingly gorgeous woman, pulls you outside to the parking lot, kisses you longingly and says, "I've been waiting for you to kiss me back since we were children. Now please take me to the back seat of your car and fuck me until I can't walk."

Yeah, seeing Tracy naked in my bed felt like that. 

Okay, now I can try to describe what I saw.

She was nude and... glowing. No other word for it. Clearly, Heather had scrubbed every inch of her and it showed as a rosy tinge. Tracy's long slender body was lightly tanned everywhere - not even the slightest hint of a tan line. Her feet were small and delicate. Her legs were stretched out and held together shyly at the knees. Dear lord, her legs went on forever. Sleek calves met toned thighs that curved into perfect hips. 

She had a cute little tuft of soft, pale blonde pubic hair. Her hips collapsed down to a small waist. At one hip was a small scar in the shape of a jagged circle paler than the rest of her skin. On the rest of her otherwise flawless body, the scar it looked more like a decoration than an imperfection. 

Up from the little decorative scar, Tracy's belly was flat and smooth and tight. Above that was her slender chest with large, firm teardrop-shaped breasts capped by small pink upturned nipples. Her shoulders were broad but delicately boned and muscled. Her neck was long and smooth. 

And had her chin always been slightly cleft? I wanted to kiss that tiny dent, how had I not seen...

"Are you just going to stand there and stare?" Tracy teased, breaking my reverie. 

It drew my attention finally up to her face. Her lavender eyes were bright and beautiful. Her long, straight, light blonde hair was damp and tucked behind her ears except for one stray lock that stuck to her cheek. Her face was a see-sawing pair of fear and excitement. 

I drew myself up and squared my shoulders. "As a matter of fact, yes, I am going to stare. You'd stare too if you were me." I took a long sip of my drink and paused to steady my voice. "Trace... you're... you're stunning." My eyes trailed down her body again. "But how'd you get that little scar on your hip?"

She smirked and traced the mark with a few fingers. "Let me get this straight... I flew 10,000 miles after looking for you for 10 years. I'm laying here naked in your bed... and you want to talk about my scar?" she smiled, "You're impossible."

"Mmm hmmm... I think we need to think about something other than sex for a minute or two. Or at least I do."

I walked over to one of the club chairs in the corner of the bedroom, grabbed it by the arm, and dragged it across the floor to the side of the bed next to Tracy. I dropped into the chair, took another sip of my single malt and propped my feet up on the bed. 

Was it wise to mix dick pills with liquor? Frankly, I really needed this drink to control my nerves a little. 

"Your scar, pretty girl?"

Tracy turned onto her side to look at me, grinning. Her large breasts shifted on her chest gently. "Moray eel. Little bugger nipped right through my wetsuit."

"I didn't know you liked to scuba."

"Mmm hmm, every chance I can."

"How long have you been doing it?"

"Half dozen years or so."

"Were you alone when he bit you?"

"No, I always dive with a buddy."

"A guy?"

"No. A girl."

"Has it always been with a girl?"

Tracy cocked an eyebrow. "You still asking about scuba, Hero?"

"Maybe."

"My dive buddy has always been a girl." Tracy smirked. "As for the other thing... there have been guys, Hero. I'm a virgin not a saint. And I don't want to be either of those things. That's why I'm here."

"Oh," I said simply as she reached over and snagged my glass to take a long sip of my whisky.

When she returned it, I moved it to my other hand and reached a hand out to her. 

Our fingers laced together. It made me think of how we'd held hands as kids in Thailand that first time. 

"Do you remember this, Tracy? Holding hands like this that night?"

"I remember everything," she scooted forward to kiss me. Her lips were so soft that they melted into mine. As always, she smelled like wildflowers and the sea.

It was a tender moment that was interruped when a naked Lisa essentially bounced into the room slightly ahead of schedule. Her compact, freckle-speckled body vibrated with energy. Not much had changed, she was still a cheerleader after all these years. 

Sam, also nude, prowled in behind her. She was only an inch or so taller than Lisa but her olive-skinned body was more slender, more sleek, more graceful and more... predatory.

Heather, brought up the rear, twirling in goofily with a huge grin. With her blonde hair, oversized chest, and round, juicy little bubble butt, she completed what looked like a male fantasy sampler pack. 

Tracy and I watched as the girls slunk to the floor and crawl towards, then up and onto the bed from all three sides.


Tracy rolled her head to the side to look at me, her lavender eyes bright and happy. "This is going to be amazing isn't it?"

"Well Trace, you saved something for many, many years. It's accumulated a lot of interest. Literally and figuratively. You're cashing that all in now. And it's going to take awhile." 

When the first fingertip touched Tracy's body, I glanced at the clock. It read 12:30 pm. 

The brunettes, Sam and Lisa, began at Tracy's feet, rubbing her toes then the balls of her feet then further down to her heels. Tracy sighed happily and closed her eyes. 

While Sam and Lisa worked Tracy's feet, Peaches crawled her way up to the top of the bed and gently lifted Tracy's head to remove the pillow beneath it. Peaches sat cross-legged and wiggled her lap under Tracy's head then began to softly massage Tracy's scalp. 

The plan was for the girls to start by slowly working Tracy's long slender body from its outer edges towards the middle. Then they'd twist and tease her until she came several times. When she was relaxed and happy, Tracy and I would make love.

Right then, Tracy was humming contentedly with her head resting in Peaches' lap. Eventually, she focused her dreamy lavender eyes on Peaches' enormous boobs dangling just above her face and studied them for a moment.

"So, they really are real?" Tracy finally said in awe.

"Yep, grew 'em myself." Peaches giggled. She'd long since gotten used to the real/fake boob question. She looked down at Tracy while continuing her massage down into Tracy's neck.

"Wow. OK, I'm sorry, it just never occurred to me that they would actually be real." Tracy reached up to cup one of Peaches' heavy, round orbs with her free hand. "Just, again, wow."

"Awww, thanks," Peaches whispered. "Here, they taste real too." She bent forward at the waist to dip one perfect pink nipple into Tracy's mouth. 

Tracy spiraled her tongue around it while her free hand kept squeezing and fondling the other one. The simple and sensual sight of her quietly nursing at Peaches' dangling chest hardened my erection completely. It would stay that way for quite awhile.

Every few minutes, Heather moved to switch nipples in Tracy's mouth. Tracy would re-attach herself to it with a soft suckle and resume caressing the other one. Whatever she wanted today, she would get.

By now, Sam and Lisa had made their way up Tracy's calves and were rubbing both of her thighs in long, slow, muscle-squeezing strokes. She spread her legs a bit to let them extend those strokes up to the top of her legs just by her groin. When the girls finished Tracy's thighs, they skipped over her crotch and switched tactics. The two brunettes bent to lick delicately at Tracy's flat belly; each twisting a tongue into Tracy's navel then continuing slowly upwards. They paused to lick back and forth along the length of each of Tracy's barely visible ribs.




Hero's Life Ch. 13



Peaches couldn't resist. She scooched from beneath Tracy's head and began to lick at Tracy's shoulders, tonguing and nibbling the smooth skin there. She began to slide slowly down Tracy's chest.

Tracy squirmed beneath the combined tongues of the three girls. She was left looking up into Heather's bald little sex. I watched Tracy's tongue dart out to lick her lips before she arched her neck up to bring her mouth into contact with Heather's smooth slit overhead.

"Hey!" Peaches giggled at the contact, "this is supposed to be about you."

"It is. And right now I want to mash my face into that perfectly smooth little teenage girlie twat of yours."

I folded a pillow in half and slipped it beneath Tracy's head for support. As my reward, I was treated to a view of Tracy's mouth brushing Heather's puffy little outer lips. Then her tongue carefully traced up the perfect line of Heather's labia and pushed between them.

In response, Heather sighed and wiggled her hips happily. She limberly twisted her young body to return the favor by pulling one of Tracy's little pink nipples into her mouth. Lisa took the other, her short dark hair falling around her face and brushing Tracy's breast. Sam watched the other girls work at Tracy's chest then slid her small hand down Tracy's body to cup, then gently rub, her little blonde mound. Tracy moaned up into Heather's smooth-lipped pussy.

Lisa and Heather kept lapping and sucking gently at Tracy's chest while Sam circled two fingers at the top of Tracy's sex, working her button. Sam's hand was immediately slick with Tracy's arousal.

Sam has an amazing touch and Tracy was half way to an orgasm already. Her first climax came more quickly than I expected. More quickly, I think, than even she expected. 

Tracye gasped suddenly and moaned out her release into Heather's bald pussy. Her head fell back onto the pillow under it and the girls gave her a minute to recuperate. 

While she caught her breath, Tracy traced a slender thumb along Heather's now-dripping mound. 

"Heather, honey, can I ask you for something weird? I'd love to see you squirt. You said you can do that sometimes? Do you think you could you do it on me? That would be so hot."

Peaches, bless her, adapted smoothly. "Hmmmm... probably. This whole thing we're doing right here has me really turned on. Best if we have Hero's magic tongue though."

I was up and out of the chair before Tracy could even turn to look at me. I leaned in behind Heather and eased my face between her rounded little butt cheeks. 

"That's it, you know where to put it big fella," Peaches giggled as I lapped gently at her little rosebud. From her position beneath Peaches, Tracy watched my tongue probing the blonde adolescent's backdoor.


"God, that's hot," Tracy panted, watching my tongue work at Heather's ass. I chuckled and reached behind Tracy's head to nudge her back to eating Heather's pussy at the same time.

Between Tracy's long legs, Sam stretched onto her belly and bent her head in to kiss Tracy's delicately furred mound. Tracy shivered as Sam's tongue began to work on her.

I concentrated on Peaches - on the soft firmness of her little round ass cheeks pressed on either side of my face and on the tiny wrinkled knot beneath my tongue. I licked and lapped, pressing against her backdoor harder and harder. It made Heather moan into Tracy's stomach. It wasn't long before the combined press of my tongue and Heather's eager pushes backwards breached her tiny ring. I wormed it into her ass as she helped by rocking from side to side, hungrily trying to impale herself onto my tongue. Heather wasn't kidding, she was very, very excited.

Tracy continued to eat Heather's now dripping little pussy. She surprised me when she paused a few times to tilt her head up and away from Heather's sex to lap along my chin and throat just above her. She made me moan when she gently mouthed by adam's apple. Then she went back to nursing at Heather's smooth lips.

Our combined tongues worked Peaches higher and higher.

"Ahhh hmmm hmmm," Peaches' tell-tale whine was muffled because she'd pressed her face into Tracy's tanned belly. Her ass was hunching more urgently. I knew the signs, Peaches was going to come. I reached a hand down into Tracy's long blonde hair and pulled her face free of Heather's quivering sex. If Tracy wanted Peaches to come on her, Heather needed more space. 

Tracy leaned back onto the pillow as I replaced her tongue at Heather's swollen clit with my thumb. I worked it in circles as I wedged my tongue deeply into her slippery backhole and curled it to lick every inch of delicate flesh I could reach inside her ass.

Peaches was vibrating as her orgasm approached. Her breath was short and quick.

"That's it, honey," Tracy urged Peaches on. Her chin and mouth were alreay coated in Heather's pussy juice, "Come for me. Come on me. Please? I want to watch it drip down from your little body. I want to feel it on me. You can do it."

Peaches little body went rigid. "Gaaah!" she wailed. I wedged as much of my tongue into her little tush as I could, whirling it inside her frantically. My hand was a blur on her button. She hitched her hips violently a few times and gasped. Her little body was vibrating with excitement.

And she did it.

I felt a thin stream of warm liquid flow over my thumb. I heard Tracy's breath catch and she squealed with delight as Heather's girlie cum dribbled down onto her chest. 

When Peaches was done shuddering out her orgasm. She rotated around to kiss me. Then she bent and kissed Tracy too, lapping some of the stickiness of her own juice from Tracy's face. Peaches continued licking downward, tracing her tongue down Tracy's throat then down onto her chest towards where little puddles of girl cum had collected. She lapped experimentally at those too.

Tracy giggled at the sheer nastiness of it. "You two are sooo... wonderfully depraved."

Samantha piped up from below, "Meh, we're just getting started. Want to see something neat? " 

Sam crawled up the bed and stuck three fingers in my glass of scotch resting on the nightstand. She returned to dribble the golden fluid from her fingertips onto Tracy's chest, flavoring the puddles of Peaches' cum with droplets of single malt. The amber dots sparkled in the clear puddles. 

Tracy's eyes went wide as Peaches and I attacked her, racing to lick and suck the whisky-tinged sex juices off her skin. When Tracy was thoroughly licked clean, I sat back in my chair. 

What followed that afternoon can best be described as a kaleidoscope of lesbian sex entirely focused on Tracy.

Sam twisted one of Tracy's legs over so that she was laying on her side facing me with her legs scissored. Tracy leaned over to me in the chair and we kissed softly while Sam massaged her back. Then Heather was licking the back of her neck while Lisa tongued along her spine and Sam lapped her taut, smooth buns. Sam slipped a hand between Tracy's legs again and toyed with her clit as their three tongues swirled. I watched Tracy's lavender eyes slide closed as her orgasm came. Her large breasts rolled gently as she shuddered through her second climax.

Then the girls moved around Tracy, still laying on her side. Lisa began sucking and licking at Tracy's breasts while Heather bent down to eat Tracy's already soaking wet pussy. Heather giggled as she lost herself in the slippery wet folds of Tracy's sex. 

Sam grinned impishly at me and stretched herself out behind Tracy. She pressed her face firmly between Tracy's heartshaped buns. Tracy jerked as Sam began to lap at her backdoor but then she relaxed with a sigh. She even reached a hand back to twist in Sam's hair and pull eagerly into her ass in encouragement. Tracy came a third time with Heather and Sam's licking her from the front and back.


Then Lisa pulled Tracy shakily up onto her hands and knees with encouragement, "Come on honey, almost there now." 

Lisa slid her little freckled body under Tracy to nibble gently at her nipples from below. Sam joined Lisa beneath Tracy and pulled her hips down to her face to lick and lap at Tracy's now swollen sex. 

Heather positioned herself behind Tracy, roughly squeezing Tracy's buns then gently spanking her a few times. She moistened a pinky finger in her mouth and ever-so-slowly eased it into Tracy's tiny rear hole, already slippery from Sam's prolonged rimming. Tracy submitted to the rougher treatment and came again for the fourth time. This time, the girls didn't give her a chance to rest. They continued working her until Tracy shuddered and came again.

By this point, Tracy looked tired, relaxed, and happy. Her face was flushed and her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. When I rose from my seat, Lisa rolled Tracy onto her back and pulled her head into her lap. She stroked Tracy's sweat-dampened hair while I swung onto the bed and kneeled between Tracy's legs. 

"How you doing, sexy?" I asked, resting a hand on one of her knees.

"So good," she said dreamily, drunk on pleasure.

"I bet. You've cum, what, five times now Trace?" I grinned.

"Actually, six." Tracy blushed. "Heather started by rubbing me off back when we were in the tub."

We all looked at Heather. 

"What?" Heather said defensively, "C'mon, I couldn't help it. She was there all naked and wet and shiny and sexy. She smelled so darn good too."

I turned back to Tracy. "Even better. If you still want to do this, I guess it will be seven then. Lucky seven." I squeezed her knee gently. "You sure you still want to go through with it? If we stop here, it's still been a pretty good day."

"Don't make me ask you, Hero. It's not very ladylike." Tracy smiled thinly. "I want this. I want you. I've waited too long already. This has been wonderful. I want... I want more wonderful."

I took her hand and placed it on my painfully hard cock. It had been stiff for the entire girlie sex show I'd witnessed. She squeezed it firmly and ran her hand up and down its length.

Tracy spread her legs eagerly. There was no hesitation now. Her eyes locked on mine as I blindly centered myself on the steaming, slick entrance to her technically-virgin sex. She nibbled her lower lip gently as I rubbed my knob up and down her blonde slit to tease us both at the same time.

"Hold up a sec. Kiss for luck?" Samantha appeared beside me. She dipped her head down and quickly sucked my cock into her mouth. I groaned as she demonstrated her cocksucking skills by swallowing the full length of my thick shaft easily and lapping a few times at my balls below. She popped me free and turned to Tracy's dripping pussy for a few equally-skilled licks at her clit and circled Tracy's entrance.

"That's better," Sam grinned as she gripped my cock and nuzzled it against Tracy's opening again. She pressed me inside and I felt Tracy's tight vagina resist my entry.

I looked down at Tracy, "Ready?" 

"Beyond ready," she nodded.

I pushed firmly and slid a few of inches into her slippery and swollen sex. 

Tracy's legs shook a little and she groaned. Her head was still in Lisa's lap and her tiny girlfriend stroked her hair sweetly.

"Fuck, this is good," Tracy gasped. "Lisa, dildos will never feel the same again. He's so warm. So thick."

I withdrew slightly and pushed into Tracy a bit further. Her insides were as amazing as her outsides. She was furnace hot and ridiculously tight. 

We groaned together. Her legs shook again and her hips cocked upwards to meet me hungrily.

"Like the real thing, huh?" Lisa leaned down and kissed Tracy.

"Definitely."

I pressed in further, Tracy let out a long, soft moan as my last inch slid inside her. I held still to let her adjust to the sensation of her first real cock.

Lisa's hands slid down Tracy's body to cup her full, breasts gently. She occasionally tweaked her lover's hardened pink nipples. 

I eased back out of Tracy and slowly slid fully into her again. Wow, she was incredibly slick and puffy inside from her afternoon of sex. She cooed as I slid out and into her again. 

A few strokes later and Tracy and I were making love. Her long slender legs instinctively rose and wrapped around my waist, pulling me into her hungrily.

I bent and kissed her, teasing my tongue along her lower lip.

She responded by trapping my lip between her teeth gently.

"Harder, Hero. I want it a little harder. Just a little."

I thrust into her more roughly, her body shook each time we connected. 

Her insides were clutching and squeezing and the way she was grinding up to meet me was fantastic. I felt a warning tingle in my balls. She was so beautiful, so sexy, this was so perfect... how could I possible not cum?

Tracy saved me by grabbing my shoulder and digging her fingernails deeply into my skin. It helped.

"Wait and cum with me Hero?"

I nodded and we screwed gleefully together until I felt my orgasm rushing on again.

"Trace?"

"Me too... me too... me..." Tracy's voice gave out and her huge beautiful lavender eyes went wider. Her mouth fell open and worked silently. I felt her insides roll and squeeze around me. I ground into her and waited for her orgasm to crash down on her.

"So fucking good..." she moaned. Her head shook from side to side and she bit her lower lip as she came. I joined her, streaming cum into the squeezing, grasping heat of her seizing insides. It was the sort of orgasm that is so intense that it makes you giddy even before it was over. I was already dizzy as I finished cumming.

When I gently eased from Tracy to lay down on my back next to her, she twisted herself out of Lisa's lap to put her head on my chest. 

"Wow, okay, I think that was worth the wait," she sighed.

When Samantha scooted up the bed with a hungry look, I knew exactly where this was headed.

Sam nibbled her lip. "Trace? What would you say if I told you I have this kinda off-beat fetish?"

Tracy lifted her head to peer down at Sammie. "You mean the fetish you have for sucking out cum?"

Sam looked about as surprised as I've ever seen her, "Yeah, well I...."

"Relax Sam," Tracy smiled, "Heather warned me," she glanced at Heather before turning back to Samantha, "Is that what you want, honey? Do you want to eat Hero's cum out of me while it's still warm?"

Sam surprise became a giant grin. She nodded eagerly.

Tracy spread her knees and ran a finger up her own thigh, "Come on then, Sammie. Come clean me up you sweet, dirty little girl. Heather is so very lucky to have you and she knows it. When you're done, I'm going to fuck him again. And you can do this again for me if you want, okay?"

As Sam's face disappeared into Tracy's lap, Tracy began petting her soft dark hair. Tracy let out a long, slow breath as Samantha's mouth connected with her freshly-fucked folds. Then she turned her head to look at me, "Oooh, that's nice." She winced at the weird sensation of Samantha's deeper explorations then smiled again. She looked down at my groin. My erection hadn't budged despite having just cum enormously.

"That thing isn't going soft at all is it?"

Lisa answered for me, "Errr... probably not anytime soon, Trace... I gave him one of my hubbie's, you know, vitamins."

"Oh," Tracy smiled, "So I can have more?"

"Mmm hmmm," I answered.

Tracy let Samantha continue awhile longer than nudged the brunette away gently.

Sam's face popped from between her legs and I watched her tongue curl out raunchily to lick a bit of semen off her upper lip. She caught me looking and winked.

Tracy rolled onto her belly and urged me on top of her. I spread her knees out with mine and I nudged my still stiff length at her entrance and pushed inside her.

Tracy exhaled softly as I slid into her again and she rocked back towards me. I began to take her in a nice, even rhythm

"How's this, girlie?"

"Goooood," she slurred. "Is it okay if I just lay here and let you fuck me?"

"I like that plan very much," I kissed the back of her neck and began to screw deeply in and out of her for several minutes, letting Tracy coo happily beneath me. 

Then she started giggling for no apparent reason.

"You okay, Trace?"

"Yeah, it's just.... someone is licking my feet."

I turned my head to look back. Sure enough, Heather and Samantha were lapping gently at each of Tracy's upturned soles. The girls couldn't bear to be left out of the fun for too long.

"They're a little nutty like that. So do you like it?" I asked.

"It's nice in a funny way," she smiled. "Nobody has ever done it before."

"All kinds of firsts for you today," I said as I kissed the back of her neck again.

Heather and Sam each picked up one of Tracy's feet. Together, they sucked her largest toes into their mouths and slurped noisily.

Tracy wasn't objecting so I went back to thrusting in and out of hot wet depths.

"Ugh, that's good," Tracy groaned happily a few moments later, "the three of you are going to make me come again."

"Mmm hmmm, that's kind of the idea, Trace."

"Oooh, they're nibbling now, Those wonderful girls are nibbling on my goddamn toes."

I felt Tracy's body start to quiver beneath me. "Just like that, Hero," she moaned, "nice and steady and deep. I think I love real cock. Fuck, this is good. I can't believe..." she grunted softly, "...one person can come..." she grunted again softly, "...this many times in one day. Dammit, I'm going to..."

Her cunt started fluttering around me again and she grew quiet. Her breath came out as a hiss between her gritted teeth. I felt her insides tighten as I bounced gently off her flawless heart-shaped butt at the bottom of each stroke.

"Mah hahaaa!" Tracy squeaked loudly as she finally shook and shuddered, twisting underneath me and clawing and biting at the bedspread as she came again.

I pumped her gently while she rode through her peak to keep her riding high.

"Hold on, need a break," she finally gasped when she finished cumming.

"Thank god," I laughed, "I do too."

I let myself down and spread out on top of Tracy, with my face buried in her tousled pale blonde hair. It still smelled like wildflowers and the sea.


We laid like that for a few minutes before Lisa's little freckly face popped up from the edge of the bed next to Tracy. She was grinning.

"One more, Trace?" Lisa asked.

Tracy shook her head weakly.

"Come on, there's one more in there. Show 'em some Aussie spirit," Lisa urged, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You know, nine is the lucky number in Thailand," I sighed.

Tracy groaned, "Kay, just one more."

I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us over together, my belly to her back, until I was on my back and she was on top of me and facing the ceiling. I pushed inside her furnace-like cunt and gripped her hips then pressed her up into an arching reverse cowgirl position. Her smooth back just curved limply. My forearms were braced against the bed and they take her entire body weight, pressing down into the mattress. 

Tracy had become a loose noodle of exhausted pleasure - almost completely dead weight. She barely had enough energy to breath much less cum again. But Lisa scooted in to help. She held Tracy's hips firmly and ducked her head in to lick and suck at Tracy's clit just above my lazily pumping cock. Heather and Sam squeezed in from each side and sucked each of Tracy's nipples into their mouths.

Tracy was tired but her body reacted automatically. There was too much sensation not to. She came one final time just a few minutes later. This time, her body barely twitched and she moaned hoarsely. 

As Tracy's body shuddered on top of me, I took in the whole room, the whole day, what we'd been doing, how long we'd waited, and all of the the years I'd dreamed of this after Bangkok. Her spasming insides took me with her and I came in her again.




Hero's Life Ch. 13



Finally, I let her back down gently and rolled with her so she could lay on her stomach and I rolled off her again. 

I cleared enough of her pale blonde hair from her face to kiss her cheek. She was dazed. Her face was flushed. Her lips were dry from panting for hours on end. 

I glanced at the clock. It read 5 pm. She'd been cumming all afternoon.

Of course, Sam remembered Tracy's earlier offer. "Trace, can I..."

"You don't have to ask, honey, it's your boyfriend's cum in me. Just come take what's yours," Tracy's voice was tired but warm and she managed a short giggle with her invitation. She spread her long legs and I caught a brief glimpse of thick white droplets sliding down her pink, freshly-fucked opening before Samantha eased herself between them. She licked and lapped happily for several minutes before pulling back and resting her little dark-haired head on one of Tracy's tanned buns.

The sun was setting outside, spilling orangey-red light in through the windows. We all piled around Tracy, to form a human blanket for her, warming her with our pressed flesh. We laid there for awhile, five people quietly luxuriating in the dimming light before I felt a tiny hand gently stroke my still raging hard-on. 

Would it ever go soft? Damn dick pills. I was starting to worry.

Lisa's voice came softly, "Hey, while Tracy's knocked out and this thing is just sticking up there, do you think I could get a little too? You know, just for old times' sake?"

I rolled onto my back with a chuckle, "You are so bad."

I looked at Heather and Sam. Sam shrugged and grinned, "Go right on ahead. This should be interesting to watch."


Lisa quickly swiveled her tiny body to straddle me. 

"Look familiar?" Lisa smiled down at me. 

It did.

Her face was half-shadowed and the sun had nearly set. It made me think of her taking my virginity just like this in Thailand years ago. She was still as tiny as she was back then, but she'd become a woman. Her breasts were a little fuller, rounder, heavier. Her stomach lacked the amazing six-pack she'd had back in those cheerleading heydays but it was still flat and tight. 

"Definitely looks familiar," I said as she slowly slid her tiny sex down onto me and I groaned. We bottomed out with a half-inch left. She ground down into me tightly and I felt my shaft compress under the weight. 

"Uhhh," I grunted, "it feels familiar too."

"Still tight huh? At least I don't have to turn sideways to get you in there."

"Barely."

"Think you can last longer than the ten minutes you managed back then?"

"I think so, I've come twice already and I'm not a kid anymore."

"Good, 'cause I've thought about that night a few times myself since then. Just lay back and relax, I can take what I need from you. Frankly, though, I'm not sure I even really need to move. It feels great just holding still." 

Despite what she'd said, Lisa rose up carefully and lowered herself again. "Oh, this is nice."

She repeated the motion, looking over at Samantha and Heather, "Don't ever let this man get away, he's got the perfect dick."

Heather chuckled, "There are other good parts to him but, yeah, that thingy of his is a definite plus."

Lisa was now riding me and her eyes were narrowed in concentration. She added a grinding motion at the bottom and her tongue slipped to the corner of her mouth.

"Whew, you're filling me up," she grimaced as she bottomed herself out on me a little too hard.

But she did it again. She was practically abusing herself on me repeatedly now. I looked up and Lisa's little freckled face was screwed up in a mix of self-inflicted pleasure and pain.

"I'm going to fucking cum on you, you thick-dicked bastard," she gasped.

I reached up and brushed her rigid clit with my thumb.

Lisa jerked. "Do that again."

I did.

"More."

I strummed her sensitive button as she skewered herself up and down on my shaft until she came. She groaned and ground herself down onto me viciously, rooting my shaft around inside herself while her body shuddered through her climax.

She leaned herself down forward and stretched her small body on top of me to catch her breath. Her head was on my chest. 

I was still trapped inside her miniature pussy and I felt her squeezing down on me periodically. She didn't seem ready to get off me just yet. I hugged her and ruffled her short dark curly hair playfully.

"I feel so cheap and... used," I kidded.

She kissed my chin and giggled, "That was so nice, I may just have to do it again in a minute or two."

Through Lisa's hair, I saw Samantha standing at the foot of the bed. She was getting something ready. Oh boy, things were about to get interesting.

"Lisa, you're right. You're... ah.. you're not done. Sam wants to get even for that first night when you got a little overzealous with that jumbo vibrator."

Lisa turned to see Sam wearing a 4" strap on dildo. She was dripping lubricant along its length from a small bottle and stroking it. Based on the absurd amount of lubricant she was applying, she clearly intended to push that dildo into Lisa's ass.

Lisa realized it too. "Meh, I've taken worse in my bum. Bring it on girlie!" Lisa piped bravely.

"Easy, don't egg her on," I warned her, "The dildo's just a prop, honey, it's not the dildo you have to worry about."

Sam fixed Lisa with her look and held it longer that I'd seen before. She cocked her head one way then the other.

"What's she doing?"

"She's sizing you up. It's that knack thing again. Just get ready."

"For what?"

"She's figuring a little bit of you out. You need a safeword. Let's make it... ummm... 'pebbles.' Got that? If you want this all to stop say 'pebbles.' "

"Huh?"

"Lisa, look at me," I said more urgently, "say 'pebbles' and we'll stop. Everything stops. Just please say 'pebbles' if you understand me."

"Okay, okay. Pebbles. Now quit it, you're making me nervous."

Sam snapped back to reality and rolled her neck in a slow circle then back the other way like a fighter getting ready for a good scrap. 

"Don't be scared, little one." Sam began a running monologue in her purring, hypnotic voice as she climbed onto the bed behind Lisa. 

I'd seen Sam zip right down to the core of people. She was about to out due herself this time.

"Hero can be such a worrier. This will be fun. I promise." Her smile was, frankly, a little scary. She stroked Lisa's smooth freckled little back.

"I can tell what you've been wanting, what you've been needing. You don't even have to ask." Sam bent over to kiss one of Lisa's shoulders as she fisted her hand up and down the slickened dildo. She placed the head of the phallus between Lisa's tiny cheeks and pushed gently against Lisa's tight rectum. 

Lisa exhaled slowly and smartly willed herself to relax.

I felt the dildo begin to breach Lisa's ass. I felt it cause the mouth of her already small pussy to tighten around the base of my dick. 

"Does your husband give you this? Does he fuck you with your girlfriend? He doesn't but he should. What a waste," Sam sighed, reaching forward to take hold of Lisa's small hips. 

"God, just look at you. You're so fucking hot," Sam continued, using Lisa's hips for leverage and pulling the tiny, moaning brunette back onto the invading dildo. I felt it slide deeper along the thin membrane separating us.

"He should give you whatever you want for the privilege of sticking his dick in you. I'm going to call him and tell him that," Sam continued lancing her toy cock another two inches into Lisa's butt.

"No offense, but you've got a dumb hubbie. If he doesn't give you what you want, you're going to stay here and we're going to fuck you." Sam bottomed out in Lisa's bowels and held still to let her adjust.

"We'll call him everyday while we're fucking you so he can listen to you cum. Does he even make you cum? Does he fuck you in the ass like this?" Sam gave each of Lisa's little cheeks a quick spank then slowly pulled out only to slam it back into Lisa's ass. 

Lisa grunted as her body rocked forward on top of me.

"Have you even asked him to? No, right? I think you hinted at it a few times and he told you it was disgusting. You actually felt bad about asking for the butt-fucking your sweet little body deserves." Sam began to slide in and out of Lisa's ass. I held still, letting Sam control the pace and enjoying the sensations of the two women working above me.

"When you and your husband have sex it's in the dark and missionary and boring. It lasts about five minutes. That's why you go running to Tracy to get off isn't it? At least she knows what to do with a sweet little pussy like yours." Sam paused. 

I felt her hand reach underneath and around to play on Lisa's clitoris for a long moment. The inside of Lisa's cunt snapped tighter, hotter, wetter on my motionless shaft. 

Lisa whimpered a little.

"Your husband's cock isn't nearly as thick as Hero's either. I'm guessing he's got an average dick." Sam moved her hands up to Lisa's shoulders, pulling the small woman back even more harshly. She began to sodomize Lisa roughly. 

Lisa moaned and her nostrils flared.

"You think about fucking Hero back in Thailand when your husband gives you the old five-minute poke. Sometimes you can even get yourself off fast enough that way." 

Sam twisted a hand into the back of Lisa's hair and used it to yank her abruptly off my chest and upright. 

Lisa gasped and arched her small back, her eyes went wild at being so harshly used. 

"I want you to come nice and big for me, Lisa. You know you can. Come with Hero's thick dick in your cunt while I'm fucking your beautiful, little freckled butt," Sam panted as she continued her energetic ass-fucking. She leaned in to gnaw on the back of Lisa's neck. 

Lisa began to sob but urged Sam on by reaching around to pull her in more tightly against her neck. Lisa's other hand came up to squeeze one of her own breasts.

Sam rammed the dildo all the way into Lisa's body and reached down with her free hand to strum Lisa's clitoris. She rooted the fake cock deep around in Lisa's ass in widening circles. I felt Lisa's vagina ripple along my shaft.

"You're slutty little pussy is so stretched. So full. It's good to finally be full again isn't it, honey? Your hungry little slut holes are finally stuffed. God, I wish I had a real dick so I could cum with you. Cum right up your sexy little ass."

Sam was expertly working little Lisa into a complete frenzy.

"Oh god, Samantha..." Lisa finally wheezed.

"That's it, cum for me right now. Cum for momma, you bitch."

On cue, Lisa exploded into her orgasm. I followed, erupting deep inside her, feeling my spurts bounce off her cervix. The sensation must have ratcheted Lisa up one last notch.

Shrieking, sobbing, arms flailing, and still cumming, she melted down onto my chest in a spasming puddle. 

Sam just let her fall.

Lisa shuddered on my chest and I felt her insides grabbing and squeezing me as her orgasm continued rocking her tiny body.

When Lisa finally stopped shaking, Sam gently eased the dildo from her and collapsed forward onto the bed next to us. 

"And that, ladies and gentleman..." Sam panted, raising her arms in victory, "...is how it's done!"

"Crikey!" was all Tracy could get out.

"Damn, that was fucking hot! Darth Samantha rides again!" cheered Peaches.

Lisa turned her head and leaned into Sam to kiss her softly on the lips. "Thanks... I think. That was quite a ride."

Sam smiled weakly and kissed her back. "Sorry if it got a bit dark in parts there."

"A little, but I kind of liked it. You do have quite a little knack there missy."

The blonde spectators rushed the bed and leapt in with us. We rested together in a giant contented pile.

An hour or so later, the door bell rang. Peaches, still naked, jumped from the bed and ran down the stairs. I quickly followed, hopping into a pair of pants, to see her snag two $100 bills from the table at the bottom of the steps and jerk the front door wide open. A little, elderly Asian man was waiting outside. His eyes went impossibly wide at Peaches' completely nude, nubile young body. 

Neither of them said a word.

She simply grabbed the several plastic bags he was holding, mashed the money into his hand, kissed him on the cheek, and slammed the door shut in his face. She raced past me into the kitchen with food-filled bags, leaving a trail smelling of peanuts, coconut and exotic spices.

"Peaches! Jesus, you could have killed the old guy." I peeked out the window to make sure he hadn't pitched over dead of a heart attack on my front porch. Thankfully, he was walking back towards his car, shaking his head.

"Meh, Mr. Liu will be fine. He's seen me topless a couple of times before. I've been working him up to seeing me completely naked."

"So that's why we get Thai food so fast?" I realized, watching him drive away.

"Of course. It's also why the restaurant's owner personally makes our delivery. Food!!!"

Peaches bellowed. "Thai food!"

Thai food. Figures. Heather didn't miss a trick.

There was a rustling from above and the women came bustling down the stairs wearing just t-shirts. Sam was chasing Lisa, playing grab ass. Tracy followed behind them slowly, looking disheveled, satisfied, exhausted and beautiful. Some of her hair covered one of her bright lavender eyes. She kissed my nose as she walked passed. "Hey there, virgin wrecker," she teased, swaying her hips saucily down the hallway on her way to the kitchen.

While Heather and I unpacked the food, Sam fetched and popped open a couple of bottles of champagne. Lisa made a silly toast to Tracy's departed virginity.

I don't know what made her do it, but Heather turned to Lisa as we munched, "How is your husband anyway? Have you talked to him?"

Lisa's guilt was immediately apparent. "No, I guess I should though. I'll ring him tomorrow."

"You don't think he even suspects what's been going on between you and Tracy all this time?"

"No, he doesn't. He's a pretty straight arrow. He wants to get up, go to work, come home, eat dinner and go to bed. He's not quite as, well, perverted as us." She sighed. "He really loves me though."

"Aww... that's sweet." Heather said.

"Do you wish he was? More perverted, I mean." Sam asked softly.

"Maybe, yeah, I guess a little bit. I wish we did some crazier stuff in bed."

"What kind of stuff?" I asked.

"Well, I'd love it if he'd be OK with me sleeping with Tracy."

That got Tracy's imagination going. "Ooooh, how awesome would it be if he would watch us? Or I could watch you guys? Even better, get together for a threesome every now and again too?" Tracy blabbered dreamily.

"What else?" I followed up.

The question hung and it was Lisa's turn to blush, "My butt," she sighed wistfully, "I'd love it if he'd show a little interest back there sometimes."

Tracy just looked at her girlfriend.

"What, is it a crime to want your husband to fiddle with your bum once in awhile?"

Heather caught Sam's attention and they shared a long look.

It was Heather who casually spoke first, almost too casually. "What if I said we could help you broaden your hubbie's horizons a little?"

"I don't know, I've tried hinting around with him. Once, I even snuck a few dirty magazines into his suitcase when he was leaving for a long business trip."

"You've been patiently leading your husband to water, but he won't drink..." Sam smirked.

".... you need to shove his head underwater," Heather said simply. "He'll drink eventually." 

There was a long pause.

Heather looked at Sam, "In a couple of days, you could wriggle yourself right into her hubbie's head and lay out some closet fantasy."

"Maybe," Sam considered it for a moment, "but you'd get a better head start. Boobalicious young blonde girl and all..."

My brain got traction and I saw the absurd direction this was headed in. I nodded agreement. "Heather would be less intimidating too. Peaches, do 'sorority girl' for us."

Heather grinned. She slouched a little, let her eyes go dull, and started breathing through her mouth. In milliseconds, she'd become a completely airheaded young coed. It was almost as disconcerting as it was funny.

She snapped back to normal with a laugh.

"What do you guys mean?" Lisa asked, not following.

Sam ignored Lisa's question to ask Heather, "Willing to show him your tits?"

Heather contemplated briefly then nodded. "No point in pulling any punches..."

"Hello?! What the hell do you guys mean?!!" Lisa demanded more loudly.

"She," I pointed my chopsticks at Heather for Lisa's benefit, "is volunteering to fuck your husband to fix him."

Total silence. Lisa's eyes became saucers. "Oh, " she finally said.

It took a bit more discussion and a lot of soul searching for the Aussies before Sam was laying out an simple but effective-sounding plan. I popped open a third bottle of champagne and poured us another round. 

Already well-fucked, now we were also well-fed, well-drunk, well-laughed, and well-planned. We tottered back upstairs and climbed into bed together. It was a tight fit. Peaches wedged her way in next to me, her hand lazily wrapping around my finally exhausted cock. She drew one of my hands down around her shoulders to cup one of her full, round breasts. I rubbed her nipple gently and she wriggled happily. 

Sam gave up her usual spot next to me for Tracy, who twined her long limbs around mine and held tight. I kissed her forehead and she sighed contentedly into my chest. Sam spooned in behind Tracy and ended up sandwiched between the two Australians, as Lisa pressed her little body into Sam's back.

Before settling down finally, Sam rose up on one elbow to look at me, sleepy-eyed and content. 

"Menage-a-cinq," she whispered, reminding me that she'd predicted this whole thing the minute Tracy and Lisa showed up at our front door.

I smiled in the silvery, near-dark. "We, ma cherie, menage-a-cinq."

It had been a long and amazing day. I drifted off.


***

Author's footnote: Heather's plan to fly down to Australia should sound kinda familiar to a few of you who have persevered through this whole saga. She's going to fix Lisa's dull hubbie. That would be the story from Hero's Life Ch. 00. If you're inclined, you might re-read Ch. 00 now that you know the set-up. Fresh perspective and all.

Up next: Another confession from Samantha. Not something she did this time. Something that was done to her. She's letting go of bad old things to make room for good new ones.

And up next, next: Back to basics for a prequel, "Peaches& Honey." Heather shares the very sweet tale of meeting Samantha and their romance before pulling Hero in. I'm shooting for a something tender and sweet, along the lines of my "Strawberries & Bubblegum" story that some folks liked.



Hero's Life Ch. 14



In the middle of the night, I woke up with a start. I laid there in the dark between Peaches and Tracy for several minutes but couldn't go back to sleep. Was it the damn Cialis Lisa had given me? I had no idea what its side effects were. 

I slid out of bed carefully, trying not to wake the sleeping women. For the same reason, I quietly walked down to the hall bathroom, turned on its shower and got in. I stood under the warm water in the dark for awhile and began to relax.

The shower curtain behind me opened then shut. Arms wrapped around me and a tall warm body pressed against my back. Tracy. She was taller than the rest of the girls.

"Thanks for today," she breathed into my ear.

"Are you kidding? That was a dream come true for me."

"I was thinking the same thing. But it's not just the hot, squishy in-and-out parts. I mean for all of it. For all of this."

"I'm glad you could share it."

"Hero, do you really think Heather can unravel the pickle Lisa and I are in with her husband?"

"With Peaches leading the charge and Sam steering? I give you really good odds."

"She's a beautiful girl isn't she?"

"Which one?"

"Good point. I was thinking of Peaches. I've got her on the brain right now."

"Is it the boobs? I never figured you for a boob junkie, Trace."

"Maybe I am," she chuckled, "or maybe I just wish I could have had all of this at her age. She's a lucky girl."

"It's more than luck, Heather deserves most of the credit for getting the three of us together. She's a smart little girl." 

"So it seems. To be honest, I think I also have Peaches on the brain because there's something of hers I'd like to try," Tracy turned, planting her hands against the rear tile wall, and arched her back to present me with her tight, heartshaped ass. 

"I'd like to try her 'treats' please. If it feels as good as it looks..." she humped her butt up and down "...maybe I'll let you have another sample of my not-so virgin goodies."

Before she could change her mind. I fell to my knees in the shower and lapped at one of her firm, heart-shaped buns while slipping a hand up to circle her clitoris lazily with my thumb. After lathing each of her glorious cheeks, I trailed my tongue into her crease and teased her crinkled star with my tongue. 

I took my time, circling and circling her sphincter. By minute degrees, I increased the pressure of my tongue against her ass. It began to loosen under my patient treatment. I continued to swirl my thumb against her clit. When her ring had relaxed a bit more, I began to pause periodically in my circling to press the tip of my tongue to her opening, wedging it just a tiny bit into her tight hole. Each time I did this, her knees quivered a little and she moaned a quiet "Oh" that echoed in the shower.

I pulled my tongue back out and continue my patient circling

"Oh god, that's good. Come here though, I need you. Now." She reached down behind her and closed her hand around my cock, already hardened from having my face lodged in her beautiful tush. She pulled me to my feet and tugged me forward. She dragged my tip up and down her asscrack.

"Uh, Trace," I said softly to the back of her head, "that's not where it usually goes."

"I know," she turned to look back at me. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth sexily. "But if you don't mind, I'd like you to be first guy in my last, littlest hole too. You don't really mind do you?"

As an answer, I grabbed a bottle of conditioner and squirted some on myself and then more her upturned ass. It ran down her crack in a creamy, pearl ribbon. I stroked myself to spread the slick goo then nudged the fat head of my cock between her slippery cheeks. 

She reached back with a hand to center me on her still slightly loosened anus. It puckered slowly and reluctantly opened to kiss the very tip of my knob. It was still ridiculously tight inside.

I pushed into her firmly.

"Uughh..." she howled just as my cock head popped inside her. She was definitely a complete virgin here.

"Have you had anything at all in your ass before Trace?" I asked softly.

"Nothing bigger than Heather's little finger earlier today," she panted.

That explained it. I took her gently by the hips. "Breathe out. Now push out with your butt. No, don't tighten up. Relax." 

I carefully pressed further into her most intimate entrance.

"Huhuhuhu... how much more?" she whimpered.

"You sure you still want to try this?"

"No. Yeah. I don't know. How much more?" she whimpered again.

"Halfway there. You're doing great." 

The slick hair conditioner assisted my slow entry. Her ass felt fantastic. It also helped that she was fairly tall. Our hips were lined up perfectly without any awkward crouching. 

"Aaaaahaaahaa... I don't think I can make it," she gritted through clenched teeth, as I continued working into her. She may have sounded hesitant, but she pushed backwards a little and curved her back into an even deeper arch - her spectacular upturned ass inviting me to take her further.

I finally ground myself home and pressed my hips into her firm ass cheeks. My last push into her shook some water droplets that were resting on her upcurved ass and lower back. They droplets sparkled in the tiny bit of light in the bathroom.

"That's it, Trace. All in."

"Thank God!" She dug her nails into my thigh. "Don't move. Please, don't move." 

I waited with her in the darkened shower, the warm water spraying my shoulders. I softly stroked her lower back in lazy circles, praying she'd relax enough to actually enjoy this. I didn't want to be the guy to ruin anal sex for her. 

Eventually, she let go of my leg and urged me on. "OK. Move a little. Slow. Slower!" she gasped. "Easy. Yeah. That's better. Now back in. Slow again."

"Wow, this is so dirty, Hero. I wish I'd thought of letting you do this back when we were teenagers in Thailand." She reached down through her legs to play at her clit with a free hand. "I could have fucked you and still stayed a virgin."

"No way. It barely fits now," I panted from the effort and the excitement of wedging myself into her virgin ass. "One of us would have gotten hurt. Could you imagine trying to explain it to the hotel doctor?" We both laughed at the thought and her laughter translated into squeezes inside her tight rectum.

I began a slow, steady rhythm in and out of her clutching ass.

Tracy pressed her face against the cool tile. I felt her slip a finger into her pussy and begin to gently slide it in and out in time with my strokes. 

"Hero, I can't believe you're in my ass. I mean I believe it because I can feel it but... wow... no wonder Heather likes this so much. It's so nasty. I feel like I'm going to burst." 

"Speaking of bursting, I'm not going to last much longer," I warned her.

"Good, neither am I. Just one more minute? Come with me?"

I gritted my teeth and by sheer force of will held back what felt like a tidal wave. When I felt twitches start in her rectum, I pushed myself completely into her ass so hard I jammed her flat against the tile wall. I thrust deeply twice more, bouncing off her tight butt cheeks, then buried myself deep inside her ass.

"Ahh... ahhhh..." she moaned and clawed the tile as she heaved into her orgasm. Her finger was pushed deep in her seizing cunt, her body rocking in release. I came with her, sawing gently in and out of the depths of her ass as I spurted into her. 

We stayed like that for a few minutes and caught our breath.

"You okay?" I asked finally, my spent cock slipping free. Her ass snapped shut immediately. 

"I think so." She turned and leaned heavily against the wall. "I'm not sure my legs work though. I'm still tired from all that fun earlier," she said unsteadily.

"I could carry you to bed." 

"That might be nice actually."

We rinsed and, after hastily toweling us both dry, I swept Tracy up in my arms and brought her back to bed.

We slipped back under the covers together, trying not to wake the three snoozers. As it turns out, Peaches was awake.

"How'd it go?" I heard Peaches ask.

"You're right. 'Treats' rock." Tracy giggled.

"After, did it fit?"

"Oh yes, it fit."

"Good."

It had been a setup. As if to confirm my thought, Peaches reached an arm across Tracy to gently pat my soft phallus.

Sleep came quickly and easily. I was exhausted. It had been a ridiculous day.

****

Heather and Lisa were up, dressed, and out of the house at dawn for a morning flight to Sydney. I only vaguely remembered each of them distributing kisses to the three of us still sleeping in a warm, tangled pile beneath the bunched up blankets.

By the next afternoon, Sam was already in a funk. She missed Heather and it was showing. She was moping around the house and grumbling.

Tracy and I did our best to stay out of her way. After a couple of hours of particularly intense moping, I patted one of Sam's passing buns and made a gentle suggestion. 

"Hey grumpy, how about you run through a long routine upstairs? Maybe it'll work your way out of these blues."

"Hmmmmm... not a bad idea." She nodded and slunk up the stairs. 

I waited a few minutes then I grabbed Tracy and we followed Sam up to a large bedroom that we kept empty save for one overstuffed chair in the corner. The bedroom's floor was clean, gleaming hardwood. I plunked down in the chair and Tracy sat herself across my lap with her long legs dangling over an armrest.

Tracy was about to see a special part of Samantha. It still fascinated me. 

Sam had stripped completely naked and was stretching slowly as a warm up. Her back was turned to us and the muscles beneath its perfect olive skin twitched and played as she moved slowly. Her slender muscular buttocks were taut and well-defined. 

"What's she doing?" Tracy whispered.

"Shhh... exercise. Mind if we watch, Sammie?" I asked softly

Sam turned her head. Her eyes were closed and stayed that way. She shook her head to indicate it was okay to stay, but brought a finger to pursed lips to ask us to keep quiet.

She began. 

Sam tipped up onto the balls of her feet, then up onto her toes. She extended one leg forward slowly in a demonstration of balance and poise. That leg came down. She repeated with the other. In the language Sam had taught me, these movements were tondue.

"Ballet," I murmured quickly for Tracy's benefit.

Tracy nodded, her eyes intently on Sam.

We watched as Sam lifted her arms, folded a leg inwards, and dropped flatfooted. She sprang back to her toes. Releve. She repeated this several times then moved through several more forms. Plie. Battement. Arabesque. 

Every motion was slow, controlled, and graceful.

Samantha began to turn slowly, elbows out, hands parallel to the ground and held chest high. She did this in place. Soutenu. Eventually, her spinning quickened and she moved forward across the room in a whirling pair of turns. These were pique turns. 

But Sam's absurd variation then followed. Half-way through what should have been another pique turn, her arm whipped out in a spinning backfist. The other arm followed as a tightly clasped ridge hand. Still turning, a leg spun up for a high crescent kick. 

She continued the spin, leaped into the air and whirled through a back roundhouse kick that came just short of the rapidly approaching wall. She landed low, turned and snapped a leg sweep in the opposite direction. 

She came up quickly and stopped. Perfectly still. Sam rose onto the balls of her feet, then rocked again onto her toes. 

"And Kenpo," I whispered again, as Sam transitioned smoothly back into her languid ballet movements. 

"There's beauty in her violence," Tracy admired.

"And vice versa," I agreed.

Sam heard us and, eyes still closed, she burst into a gleeful, crazy cackle. She continued to twist and turn to music only she could hear. She danced, fought, and danced in a dervish-like mix of mad laughter and sinewy, graceful brutality. This continued for an intense half hour. Tracy watched with the same awe I had when I saw this for the first time. 

Here was more proof that Sammie was more than what she looked like. 

When she finally stopped she was panting. Her naked body shone with perspiration. She opened her eyes and came over to kiss my cheek. "Good idea," she said softly. She turned and smooched Tracy on the lips then left.

When Sam was gone, Tracy piped up. "Wow, I kind of wanted to clap. Where's she going now though?"

I craned my neck in a vain attempt to see down the hallway. "Usually she takes a long hot shower. But sometimes..." there was a soft thump from the master bedroom and I brightened, "...sometimes she lets me lick the sweat off. She didn't turn the shower on and that thump was the sound of her plunking into bed. She's waiting. It means I get to have some fun. Wanna come?"

"Absolutely."

Sure enough, when we got to the bedroom door and looked in, Samantha was stretched out on the bed facedown.

"Isn't she getting the bed all sweaty?" Tracy commented dryly.

"Honestly, this is worth it. Keep an open mind, okay?"

I made my way over to the bed where Sam lay patiently, still catching her breath. Her hair was covering her face in a sweat-dampened pile. 

"Playtime Sammie?" I touched her perspiration slickened shoulder gently.

"Mmmhmmm, 'the works' please," she answered through her hair.

I sat on the bed next to her, bent, and began to lap at the back of one of Samantha's knees. Perspiration had gathered in the crease and I trailed my tongue back and forth along the delicate lines. I rolled Samantha's sweet, warm, salty taste over and over in my mouth. Just a hint of musk.

Confession time: I have a medium-grade sweat fetish. 

By "medium grade fetish", I mean I'm not dragging down strange women in the gymn to suck on their foreheads. I might think about it but that's my own business, right? In real life, I'm selective. If I like a girl and she's... well... tasty, I'll very happily give her a good licking after a work out.

I'm not sure what it is - maybe a pheromone thing. There's just something so basic, so primal, so fucking feral about lapping perspiration off a beautiful naked young woman. 

Plus, a lot of 'em like it. 

Samantha, because of who she is and what she is, didn't needed much convincing the first time I did it to her. She'd staggered home from a 15 mile run. She was tired and her body was gleaming and her jog bra and running shorts were damp. 

She'd giggled, gasped, and moaned as I peeled off her lycra outfit then pulled her to the kitchen floor and sucked her entire body dry before eating her until she'd come enough times that she had to push me away. It was my turn to laugh when she finally stood up and barely managed to stumble upstairs on rubbery legs to shower afterwards.

We'd repeated that session several times since she'd moved in with me. My favorite ones were when she called me upstairs after she'd been dancing naked. It was even better than running because there were no clothes in the way. Just a beautiful even sheen of salty goodness.

I worked my way up Samantha's leg in long, slow licks from her knee then up along the back of her thigh. Her toned little hamstring twitched involuntarily. Her legs were weak from the exertion of putting on her show. I ran my tongue up and down her tiny muscular butt cheek, lathing away the sweat there, before working my way up over her narrow waist to the sleek muscles of her beaded back. 

As I licked, Sam began to catch her breath. Her panting slowed to regular breaths then deepened into long relaxed ones as I traced her body with slow licks. I basically painted her back with my tongue - dragging it up and down her warm, smooth olive skin.

At some point, Sam gasped and started a little. I looked down. Tracy had slid onto the bed with us and had tentatively lapped at Sam's other leg, the one I hadn't gotten to yet.

"Wow, this is kinda fun." Tracy looked up at me from Sam's knee, "You know, Hero, for a relatively normal looking guy, you're chock full naughty." She bent to continue licking at Sam's knee before working up her thigh. 

Sam chimed in from above. "I swear that's the best part, Trace. He's all white-bread and suburban on the outside but inside he's got this little simmering pot of pervert stirring away."

I nipped at Sam's back and she giggled.

"C'mon Hero, just one sweaty crease left. Don't be shy, you big oaf." Sam slid a hand down to palm one of her own ass cheeks and pulled it aside gently, spreading her perfect little buns in invitation. I usually left that part, the best part, for last. Sam's tush is one of the finest I've ever seen. And she knew it. She also knew how much I looked forward to wedging my face into it.

I never got my chance because Tracy surprised us both. Her tongue raced up Sam's thigh, across her other butt cheek, and she quickly sank her face into Sam's open ass crack.

Wow, she'd had never done anything like this before. Sam wiggled in surprise and my dick lurched in my shorts at the sight. We were rubbing off on Tracy. She was picking up all kinds of tricks on her visit with us. 

As I looked, Tracy seemed quite content. Her bright lavender eyes looked up at me over Sam's perfect, sleek little ass. I watched her jaw work as she licked and sucked lustily at Sam's backdoor.

Too lustily it seemed.

"Easy, honey," Sam winced and giggled, "Don't just try to jam your whole tongue in me at once. Yeah, that's it. Ease it in my tush nice and slow. Tease me. Then press it in. Tease me again. Then press it in a little more. Perfect. See how I'm opening up for you now, honey? Fuck, that's good." Sam was soon moaning as Tracy worked at her rear hole.

I stretched out on my side next to Samantha, content to watch this new development. 

But Sam wasn't going to just let me observe. My cock was bobbing only a couple of inches from her face so she leaned over to suck me into her mouth. I was instantly sheathed in its tight, suctioning heat. Her tongue toyed at my tip while her hand stroked up and down gently. She mouthed me expertly for several minutes while Tracy continued rimming her. 

I was getting a a blowjob and a show. Life was beyond good.

That's when Tracy popped her face out of Sam's ass to look at me. "Okay, either go get me a dildo or get the hell down here. I want to see something sink into this perfect little bum of hers. It's so cute and so little. It's perfect." She grinned at me evilly, "I want to see it violated."

I looked down at Sam for her answer.

Sam didn't hesitate. "Gimme the real thing. Do me, Hero."

In less than 5 seconds, I was nudging the thick, blunt head of my cock at her saliva-soaked backdoor. Tracy watched intently and held Sam's tiny asscheeks open as I pressed myself against her ring. She'd done a stellar job. Sam's small olive star was buttery soft and relaxed. It parted and opened slowly to swallow my above average girth.

"Aww, I wish I had a camera," Tracy murmured, "something that thick going into your miniature butt is one of the hottest things I've ever seen."

I sank halfway into Sam's perfect little ass and Tracy shook her head in wonder. "Look at you, just swallowing him up with ease. I don't know how you do it. I'm a much bigger girl and I thought I was going to die when he crammed that thing in me for the first time in the shower."

"Well," Sam chuckled, " wouldn't call it 'ease' - it still feels like I'm getting poked by a chair leg. But, I have had a little practice at this." Sam gasped and moaned as I took that moment to sink my full length into her ass. 

I held still for a minute to let her get used to the penetration. Tracy was right, I'd been fucking Sam's delicious little ass for long enough that I'd almost forgotten just what an amazing sight it was. My overthick dick sinking into her petite tush was almost like a magic show. It barely looked possible.




Hero's Life Ch. 14



I began sliding gently in and out of Sam's upturned rump, with my hands softly holding her waist. She was eager already - she rocked back slighly to meet me at each thrust.

Tracy just watched us move together, my shaft disappearing and reappearing from Sam's tightly circled ring, "Crikey, this is hot."

"Trace?" Sam called, "Why don't you come up with me so I can do something nice for you too? You can keep watching Hero do me, I promise."

Tracy was torn between the offer of sex and her first row seat to sodomy. Sex won out but barely. Her eyes never left Sam's ass as she moved up the bed to the spot in front of Sam's face that Sam was patting in invitation. 

Tracy sat in front of Sam and tilted her hips upwards, spreading her long, sleek model's legs. She exhaled softly as Sam nuzzled at the little blonde mound of her pussy. She bucked her hips when Sam's tongue parted her lips and flicked at her delicate folds. Tracy automatically twisted her hand into Samantha's long dark hair and cupped the back of her head in encouragement.

I sawed my cock in and out of Sam's small gorgeous ass and watched her tongue work at Tracy's pink folds. 

Tracy was excited to begin with. In fact, in only a few moments her face was scrunched up with pleasure and she was gulping for air. For once, Sam didn't tease her or toy with her or try to drag it out. I think Sam was a little distracted with my cock spearing her tiny rump. She simply made Tracy cum. 

I watched as Tracy's entire body rock haphazardly a few times then surge off the bed into Sam's face. She shuddered and clutched both sides of Sam's head, groaning as she came. 

When Tracy was finished and slouched with a contented smile, Sam turned to look back at me. Her mouth and chin gleamed with a thin coating of Tracy's pussy juice. She nibbled her lip sexily as she arched her rump up, giving me easier access. Then she slid a hand down to play at her clit as I continued lazily piping my entire shaft in and out of her ass.

"Don't stop, Hero. Just like this. Nice and slow and deep. Ugh, I needed this." She was working her ass on me now. Relaxing as I sank into her. Tightening as I pulled out. She's the only girl I'd ever been with who did this. It was like getting a massage while fucking. Fantastic. 

Soon I felt her rectum begin to flutter a little along my length too. The flutters became twitches. The twitches became spasms. Then her ass was basically seizing around my cock. When I looked up, Sam's eyes were squinted and her mouth was hanging open. Her breathing was ragged.

I felt her start cumming around me. It was more like a string of smaller orgasms linked together. She mewled and cooed as I fucked her slowly and deeply while she worked from peak to peak. Her ass would relax for a several seconds then snap back to life and clutch my pistoning cock as she tumbled into another orgasm. I made it through three of her little cum cycles before I couldn't hold out anymore. I pushed her flat on the bed, sank myself all the way inside her perfect little ass and jetted cum deep into her miniature backhole. The deep, heavy spurts I poured into her brought on a fourth little cum for Sam.

The three of us lay like that for a few minutes, none of us willing to move. Finally, Sam looked back at me, "Okay, out. And gentle on the exit, Hero. I'm a bit tender."

I nodded and carefull pulled my still half-hard cock from her rump and she exhaled as I slid free.

Tracy had another surprise for us. I watched as she slunk back down from the top of the bed, tucked her pale blone hair behind her ears, and sank her face into Sam's ass again. Sam groaned gratefully.

Felching?! Wow, Tracy had really come a long way in a week. She grimaced a little at what I assumed was her first dose of funky butt cum. But she stuck with it. Soon, she was happiliy sucking and tonguing Sam's sphincter to keep it open, playing at the hole I had loosened.

"Trace?" Sam gasped after a couple of minutes.

"Mmmhmmm?" Tracy answered with her tongue lodged halfway in Sam's still-open sphincter.

"Could you... could you keep doing me just like that? You're going to make me go again, sweetie."

"Mmmhmmm," Tracy grinned around Sam's buns.

Sam arched her hips off the bed again and began to frig herself while Tracy plunged her tongue in and out of her ass. Then Tracy took hold of Sam's small buns with both hands and spread them lewdly. She paused to briefly lick up and down Sam's ass crack every once in awhile, only to sink her tongue home again. It was a beautiful, raunchy, nasty thing to watch.

Sam was working towards another cum with Tracy's patient service and her own hand flying back and forth across her clit. Then Tracy moved a hand over and sank a long, slender thumb into Sam's cunt. Sam shivered and whimpered at the added sensation. 

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck," Sam keened as she came again, rocking her ass back into Tracy's face. Tracy's fingers dug fiercely into Sam's sleek butt cheeks as she rooted her tongue in the dark brunette's crack.

Finally, Sam's hips collapsed back down onto the bed. She was panting and shaking as she rolled over flat on her back. 

"Get up here, blondie," she whispered hoarsely and waved her arms upwards, still panting.

I watched as Tracy crawled up the bed and stretched herself out on top of Sam with a grin. Sam cradled Tracy's proud, flushed face with both hands. 

"That was absolutely wonderful, honey. Thank you." Sam pulled Tracy down for a well-deserved but funky kiss. I watched as Tracy's long, pale blonde locks fell forward covering them both. It mixed with Samantha's nearly black hair. Neither of them moved to fix it as their kiss continued. It was a tender moment that made my heart swell.

I scooted over to curl in next to Samantha and we laid together like that, basking in the afterglow. Our were bodies pressed together and breathing as a unit. 

It was severeal minutes later, I thought the girls had both fallen asleep, when Sammie turned and looked up at me. 

"Hero? It's time now."

"Hmmm?"

"For the other shoe. The one you've been waiting for me to drop since I told you about... that thing with that guy who hurt Stephen." Sam became vague at the end, unwilling or unable to describe the vengeance she'd wreaked in front of Tracy. 

[NB: See "Sam's Short Dark Tale" for that story.] 

I suddenly wished I had a drink in my hand. I glanced at Tracy, laying on her side next to us. She'd propped her head up on one elbow.

"Want me to go?" she offered softly.

Sam shook her head. "No, stay Trace. You should know too. You should know how I got like this." 

"Okay," Sam sighed, "here's why I dance the way I do." She smiled sadly at both of us and continued. 

Tracy and I didn't say anything the entire time Samantha talked. Jesus, there was nothing to say. When she was done, we laid there quietly.

After what she'd been through, it was a testament to Sam's character that she wasn't simply rocking herself on the floor in a padded room somewhere. My deceptively delicate-looking little dark-haired girl was made of stern stuff.

There was nothing to do but stroke her hair. It seemed to work because Samantha arched her back in appreciation in her feline way. 

Tracy slid over to curl in behind her. She kissed the back of Sam's neck softly and rubbed her hip. "I'm so sorry, honey. If there's anything I can do."

Tears welled up in Sammie's eyes, and she shook her head sadly. "Some poisons can be sucked out, Trace. Others, well, you just have to wait to break down. This was the second kind." 

Sam looked up at me, her bright green eyes wide and soft and shining. 

"Maybe it's been long enough now, I don't know. I feel better, Hero. I really do." As proof, she nuzzled my neck, kissing it gently a few times. She pulled Tracy's hand up to her chest and held it there against her heart. 

Then she fell asleep between us more soundly than I'd ever seen my usually restless Samantha ever sleep.

It was the rest she'd been waiting years for.

**********

Author's note: you can read what happened to Sammie in "Her Uncle's Secret." If you're not up for a stiff dose of incest + non-consensual/reluctance then I'll summarize it for you thusly: Sam's knack for seeing what people want got her into trouble with her uncle. It's where a Sam's life took its first dark turn.



Hero's Life Ch. 15



Author's note: This is the final chapter and I went with a little something different for the finale. Instead of Hero narrating, it's Heather aka "Peaches" telling the story. It felt right to let her have the last words.

*~*~*~PART I~*~*~*


Okay, I learned something new on my little trip Down Under. International travel bites. After about the sixteenth hour on a damn airplane, even if you're in first class, you just want off. 

Normally, I shower twice a day. More importantly, thanks to my living arrangements when I'm home from college with Hero and Samantha, I'm used to getting sex about that often too. So by the time I staggered off the plane, I had just gone a little over twenty hours without getting either of my basic daily needs met. 

I was tired, my bra was killing me, my usually wavy blonde hair was a limp, greasy mess, and I was so climb-the-walls horny that I'd nearly joined the mile-high club by myself in one of the plane's claustrophobic bathrooms before I came to my senses.

All the stuff that had made me cranky stopped mattering when I saw Hero waiting for me at the airport just past security. Wow, I'd missed him. I needed him. Okay, him and his big bathtub. And I knew just how to show him how I felt. 

I squealed like a happy little girl and yelled "Daddy!" as I ran at him and jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around him and peppering his face with kisses too. But then I also shoved my tongue in his mouth and groaned extra sexy-like. I ground my oversized boobs into his chest for good measure. 

Not stuff good girls do to their daddies.


Hero is twenty-eight. He's only ten years older than me so there's no way he could actually be my father. But there's enough of an age difference there that it sometimes makes people look twice.

Hero was laughing into my mouth as our tongues twisted together. I opened one eye for a peek around and saw about thirty people looking at us. Mission accomplished. I slipped off him with one last little peck on his nose and an evil giggle.

He just shook his head and pulled me towards an exit, "Let's get out of here before they have me arrested."

When we got out to the parking garage, I learned that Hero had scored Sam's sporty little black two-seater because Tracy and Samantha had borrowed his larger car for a shopping trip. Bonus. We opened the windows and sunroof and cranked the stereo on the ride back. 

Hero did his best to scare me by taking turns at fifty miles an hour. Silly man. Sammie drove even faster. Especially when he wasn't around to play mother hen. Besides, I couldn't wait to get home. 

Home. God, that sounded good. I was bummed because Sam and Tracy wouldn't be there. I missed the girls. But then again it also meant I had the big lug to myself for awhile. That would have its own advantages.

Hero likes it when I speak my mind, so as we parked in his driveway I spoke it.

"Hero, I need a stiff drink and a good humping. Or maybe that's the other way 'round. Either way, think you can help me with at least one of 'em?"

I thought I was being sassy and sexy so I wasn't expecting his reaction. His face went serious and he thoughtfully pulled my suitcase from the backseat then nudged me inside.

"Yeah, about that. Peaches, honey, I've got some pretty ugly news."

My stomach sank. He was on the wagon. Or worse, gone celibate. 
The truth was way worse.

"We're out of single malt, love."

"Dude, that's not funny."

"I'm not kidding. There's Jameson's..."

"Irish?" I cut him off, wrinkling up my face. "What? Don't you love me anymore?"

"Don't be silly. It's just that there's a back-order on Laphroiag. And before you ask, Tracey finished off all the good tequila yesterday."

"Great. So what are we going to drink? Wine coolers?"

"Mehehe, no. Okay, don't laugh... we're drinking bourbon."

I did laugh. Screw him, it was funny. Bourbon to me meant Jack Daniels. Which meant Tennessee. Which meant wearing overalls and fucking your cousin. I let my face show my suspicion.

"Don't be such a booze snob." He pulled out a funny little square bottle labeled Knob Creek and two glasses. He poured us each a couple of fingers then dropped an ice cube in one (I've got him trained) and handed it to me.

Well, the color looked good. I took a little sniff. Sweeter, not nearly as smoky as single malt. But still nice and oaky. I took a tiny sip. Actually, not bad. 

I chanced a mouthful since my taste buds weren't so scared anymore. Huh, oaky and sweet – like a mix between a really good scotch and a really good rum. Entirely drinkable.

"Ready for the best part?" Hero grinned as he sliced a bit of rind off an orange on the counter, "C'mere." He twisted the sliver of orange peel and dropped it in my glass.

I looked at it floating there. He'd lost me again and I let him have it.

"Now we're adding fruit? Why not stick a stupid umbrella in there while you're at it? What happened to you while I was in Australia? Oh crap, you're gay now aren't you? For the record, I always said you were straight, but Sam had her doubts." 

I swirled my glass a few times as I teased him horribly and then took another sip.

I shut my big fat barbie mouth. Goddammit, I knew I loved this man for a reason. The orange oils rounded the whole thing out. Delicious. 

I drained the glass and felt a warm, smooth burn spread from my throat to my chest and down into my belly. I pushed the glass back towards him. 

"More please." I said it in my best little-girl voice and it made him laugh.

When Hero poured me again, I picked up my glass then wandered towards the stairs and looked back at him over my shoulder, "Now you just have to take care of that other thing I need."

Hero's not dumb. Less than a minute later, he was tossing me across his bedroom to land on his big soft bed. I wriggled out of my jeans and undies. Before I could even get my top off, his face was between my legs and his mouth was on me.

"Oooh," I groaned while I wrestled with the stupid cashmere sweater and bra. 

Hero could tell I was horny as hell. He didn't mess around. He went right at my stuff, licking and kissing. His tongue slipped inside me for a second and twirled around before going back to flicking at my button in a way that made my knees shake.


But it's not what I wanted right then.


"Uh uh," I reached down and pulled him up, "I was very specific. I said 'humping', buster." 

I was in the mood for a good serious poking like the one Hero could deliver. I was also pulling him up partly because I was self-conscious. I had to be, shall we say, funky after the long and shower-less flight. I felt too icky to enjoy his first-rate oral properly. There'd be plenty of time for that after I could freshen up.

Hero, wonderful man that he is, didn't seem to care, "You sure? I don't mind giving you a nice warm-up."

"Nope, what I need is a good poking. Everywhere," I licked my lips and kissed his nose softly, "Got me?"

Like I said, Hero's not dumb. He pulled his shirt off while I got his pants down past his hips and wrapped my hands around his thick shaft. Or tried to. I've never been able to touch my thumb to my middle finger around him. Hero isn't just a sweet, kind, smart guy that I love with all my heart – he's also my stealthy studmuffin. You'd never know what lurked in that accountant's pants until he dropped them. 

I hefted him in my small hands and planted a hello smooch on his tip. God, I missed his thing. Is it weird to miss a boy and also separately miss his equipment? Sometimes I swear I crave Hero's cock like normal people crave food.

I leaned back and pulled him with me by his pole. I nudged his blunt end against me a few times, teasing my entrance and getting him wet before pushing it gently at my hole. The stretching started. Hero helped by leaning forward and pushing steadily. 

More stretching. More spreading. Both of us struggled carefully against my tightness. It was scary but good. It always was with him. I'd learned months ago that Hero would pop inside me before I split in two. But it felt close every time. I had to remind myself to relax and let it happen.

More stretching, then the little snap of his wide tip finally making its way in me. I felt the shock run up my spine and my breath caught in my throat. He pressed forward carefully and it drove apart my insides as he slid slowly up. 

Filling. Filling. And more filling. So. Fucking. Good.

I reached down to grab his hips and pull him down to make sure he kept coming. Sometimes Hero does this thing where he pauses or he backs out to help me adjust. It's sweet, but I wasn't in the mood for pauses. This was the best part for me sometimes. When he was first pressing into me and I swear could feel some of my organs getting pushed out of the way to make room for his thick shaft. 

Move over liver, here comes something meatier.

The lovely sensations weren't just deep inside either. My opening burned a little with the stretching too, but in a delicious way. Hero was even thicker down around his bottom part and I liked that too. The little burn began fading quickly anyway after he was buried inside me. I uh... get juicy pretty easily. It's a little embarrassing sometimes but it's a really good thing if your boyfriend is hung like a soda can.

I let out a long slow breath then fidgeted under him, eager to get started. Hero knew what to do. 

He pulled back until just before his head popped out of me, then drove up into my belly again. I got to feel the friction of his entire length working its way back inside me. I mewled happily when he was completely buried.

He pulled out and did it again. And again. I wrapped my legs around his back and opened up my hips as much as I could to make room for him.

Then all I had to do was relax and get into his rhythm. He was fucking me just the way I needed. Deep and long and steady. Not slow. Not fast either. Just several long minutes of uninterrupted, ceaseless stroking. A wonderful sawing that was relaxing and satisfying at the same time. Like a fullbody massage from the inside. 

I swear I felt muscles in my shoulders and neck unkink as the tension of the long plane ride from Australia evaporated under Hero's perfect fucking.

I wriggled my toes happily behind his back and leaned my head up to kiss him as a thank you for the orgasm that was already coming. My smooch dragged his attention away from my naked boobs that were rocking up and down with our bumping.

"...gonna go soon, Hero," I managed to eke out between pants, "Hold off for me? Don't cum. Not yet. Save it. I want your sweet cum in my li'l bum. Okay with you sexy man?"

Hero's eyes widened and his happy-sex smile got even bigger. He shifted to put a hand between our legs and I felt his fingers twirl at my button before I pushed his hand away. 

"Uh uh." I wasn't after that kind of cum. Not right now. I had something better on the way. I could already feel a nice, deep internal orgasm starting. The kind that happens way up inside and makes the backs of my knees sweat.

Hero smirked at being pushed away but kept fucking me just the right way. He leaned down to nibble at my ear and his scruffy face tickled my cheek too. Both feelings made me giggle. He traced my earlobe with his tongue carefully as we continued humping together.

"Maaaaaaa," I wailed when I started cumming. Right in his ear too. Poor guy. Hero swirled himself deep inside me. It stretched my peak out wonderfully. I was totally right about the orgasm. It was the toe-curling, arch-your-back-off-the-bed-and-squeeze-your-eyes-shut-tight kind of cum that comes from deep inside. And of course, the backs of my knees felt sweaty all the way up to it. 

I was still cumming a little when I rolled over flat on my belly and wiggled my butt at him, "Round 2, please," I asked politely.

I felt Hero's thick tool nudge at my cooter from behind and almost stopped him. I'd already told him I wanted him in my butt. In fact, as soon as possible. I'd figured out that a little backdoor loving after regular sex usually stretched out my regular orgasms even more. 

Before I could complain, he slid himself up and pushed gently at my backdoor. Thoughtful fella, he had just been dipping in my honeypot for a little extra slipperiness.

Hero didn't waste any time, he knew it was easier for him to pry his thick sausage in my butt right after I came and I was nice and relaxed. His thingie was extra-wide and I've always been little back there. Every bit of strategy helps. 

The stretching started again. Whoa. It'd been awhile since he'd been between my cheeks and I could tell. I clawed at the bed while fighting not to tense up down below. Hero helped too. He leaned himself back a little and started stroking my small round buns with his hands as his giant tip drilled against my poor little rear hole.

Even totally relaxed after a bone-deep orgasm, this was not easy. But then again, nothing great is easy.

I buried my face in the bed and waited for my body to give way to his ridiculous cock. I even giggled a little as a memory from several months ago came rushing back. It was when Hero took my anal cherry in his office and Samantha was there with some last minute advice.

"Push out, honey. Like you're going to poop." 

She'd said it with a sort of evil chuckle that always stayed with me. As gross as it sounded, it seriously helped at the time. It helped now too. I pushed with my bum and felt myself open up slowly.

Did I mention the stretching before? Good lord, it was off the charts now. Like someone was trying to twist a baseball bat into my guts. A thick, warm, velvety baseball bat of love.

I felt Hero starting to win his fight with my reluctant rosebud. I was opening more quickly and he was just starting to slide his way in. That part felt like forever. I let him take his time. This wasn't my always-ready front door. In my butt, his patience was much appreciated. 

He went in a little. Then backed out. Then in further. Then out. He tenderly opened me up an inch at a time. I wiggled against him to help, sticking my butt up in the air to take him in.

As soon as he started fucking my ass gently, it was like every nerve ending in of my body sort of woke up. I could feel the rough skin of his hands on my butt and the smoothness of the sheets on my face and on my breasts. I rubbed my cheeks against the high thread count bedding that Samantha insisted on. I slid my chest back and forth experimentally too. The smooth sheets still had just enough texture to tease my nipples. I felt them grow tighter and thicker at the feeling. 

Oooh, this was going to be good. Perhaps good enough? Maybe.

"Hero? You need to cum soon?"

"Yes, but no. Why?"

"I want to try something. It might take a little while. Think you can last back there?"

He squeezed my bubblebutt cheeks in his hands, "I think I can suffer through, honey."

What I wanted was something I'd always been curious about. An anal orgasm. Sam had them and she said they were nothing like the regular ones up front. She swore they were sometimes even better. 

Everything was feeling good today in a way that said it would be a decent time to try.

I slid a hand under myself and tapped at my button while Hero kept screwing into my bum. Each little tap at my button made little tingles crackle through my hips like tiny shocks. I could have a nice clit cum in about ten seconds if I wanted. But I didn't.

Instead, I lost myself in Hero's sweet, nonstop booty reaming. Stuuuuuuffed. Empty. Stuuuuuuffed. Empty. We really should do this more often. We both liked it a lot.

I remembered that one of Samantha's tricks was to tighten up her butt at the right times. I concentrated, willing my ass to relax when he drove into me then tightened up on his way out. 

Oooh, Sam was right. That was nice. Hero groaned behind me and squeezed my butt cheeks in appreciation. He liked it too.

It made me smile into the bed. I know it sounds weird but sometimes it's most romantic when Hero's in my butt. Come on, it's not as silly as it sounds. 

There's something more intimate, more private about offering myself up to him this way. He's someplace very delicate and very personal. There's a ton of trust involved with letting him wedge himself in my booty. Plus, anal sex is usually slower and gentler too. You can't really let a guy hammer away at your tush without getting hurt. Not when you're my size anyway. 

Bless him, Hero kept doing me carefully and patiently. He must have been turned on as hell too because he was drooling some serious pre-cum into me. I could feel us get nice and slick. It felt perfect. 

Yep, today was a good day to chase this mysterious "booty-gasm" my naughty girlfriend talked about.


I have no idea how Hero managed to keep himself from cumming over the next fifteen minutes. The man's got major willpower. I would seriously owe him for this. He'd be getting surprise blowjobs for the next month. 

I spent that fifteen minutes coaxing myself to get where I wanted to go. I tapped gently just a few times on my clit every now and then. Not enough to get off that way, just enough to keep myself super-excited. I dragged my nipples back and forth across the sheets to help too.

Our combined patience was eventually rewarded. I felt it start. Not the wet squishy heat of a vaginal orgasm. A different heat. Like a close cousin. It felt like an itchy heat. And Hero's gentle reaming was the perfect scratch. I barely tapped and rubbed my clit, concentrating on his thick tool working in and out of my ass. 

The tiny, itchy heat in my guts was like a fragile little match flame Hero and I sheltered and fed. It flickered and sputtered. But it grew.

It grew until I realized I was so hot that I was sweating from head to toe. I felt a bead of sweat start running from the small of my back. My butt was arched up in the air so the sweaty bead rolled up my spine and pooled at the base of my neck. 

I knew Hero would be staring at that little droplet. He has this crazy sweat fetish. Soon, I was glistening all over and my hair was damp against my face too. The poor guy was probably losing his mind back there. 

I was too focused on cumming to talk. 'Hold out for me lover,' I prayed silently, 'I'll make it up to you I promise.'

My fingers and toes and scalp were getting a weird tingly feeling. I was breathing out when Hero's cock buried itself in my butt and breathing in when it came back out. My whole world shrank down to the sensations of him fucking my ass, like some kind of sexual tunnel vision.

I concentrated on the strange and shy orgasm, luring it and teasing it out into the open with careful taps and rubs at my now ridiculously hard clit. I was so turned on I was dripping onto the bed. And in my head, I started talking to the orgasm like it would listen to me.

C'mon... just a little more... I won't hurt you... we can be friends...

I learned something important for next time. And there will definitely be a next time. You really need to just let an anal orgasm come on its own. Baiting it is just insane.

What I did was like rubbing steak sauce on myself and parading back and forth in front of a patch of tall grass where something I couldn't see was hiding. What lurked in that grass wasn't cute or little or cuddly. It was a giant goddamn sex-tiger. I'd already cum once so he'd just eaten and he wasn't really hungry. But if I was just going to keep walking in front of him all delicious and steak-saucy-like, well, sooner or later...

Hoo-boy, I got eaten. 

I mean, there wasn't really a "me" anymore. The orgasm literally tore through me. It ripped through my guts and limbs. Bones. Muscles. Sinews. It didn't matter.




Hero's Life Ch. 15



I don't think I could have told you my name for the next two minutes. I wasn't "Heather" or "Peaches" or "Bubblegum." I wasn't one point of a wonderful three-way love triangle with Hero and Samantha. I wasn't even my daddy's little girl. 

Nope. For nearly two solid minutes, I was just a stupid, screaming, big-titted teen face down on a king-sized bed with a giant dick in her ass t and a serious lack of muscle control. I flailed and heaved helplessly, sank my fingernails into the sheets, bit down into the mattress, and held on for dear life while I came my gloriously-violated little heinie off. 

Jesus everloving christ, Samantha was right about this. She could have warned me a bit better though.

The spastic fit raging in my butt made Hero cum with me and that was the cherry on top. His fingers dug into my cheeks and I felt him start streaming hot man-goo deep in me. A lot of it. He just kept squirting and squirting. It went on so long that I started giggling even while I was still cumming. How much stuff could one guy make anyway?

Hero collapsed on top of me without a word. 

As soon as I could talk again, I brushed some hair out my face and looked back at him, "Yeah... uh... we're doing that again real soon, big fella."

"Maybe I should see a cardiologist first," he snickered and kissed the back of my neck.

We rolled carefully on our sides, staying connected, and we cuddled into spoons. Hero sucked and licked at the sweat on the back of my neck and I moved my hair out of the way to let him have his sweat fetish fun. He deserved every little inch of pleasure I could give him for being so patient. 

A little while later, there was the weird, slippery, emptying feeling as his softening cock naturally slid out of my butt. I felt his cum dribble out and down across my cheek then hit the bed. 

The funny part? It was that sensation that felt the strange. Stranger than anything Hero and I had just done. 

It was because I had gotten so used to having Samantha around after Hero and I made love. She always swooped in on me right after Hero and I finished. She'd nudge him out of the way and press her face between my legs to shamelessly lick and suck his cum out of me. She didn't care where it ended up. Most of the time, she got me off again while she did it. Whether I wanted to or not.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I'm just saying that, in its own way, it was nice to feel Hero's stuff running freely across my butt and make a little puddle on the bed. It was a reminder that it really was just him and me right now. As far as I was concerned, his cum could stay there until it dried.

I'd missed him so very, very much. It was good to feel his big, warm, guy body wrapped around me from behind. His arm slid under my neck and cupped one of my breasts. He flicked its now-supersensitive nipples a few times in a way that gave me a few nice post-cum willies. His other arm came around my waist and stroked my belly gently at the same time. 

I'd missed this - this whole thing that he could do to me. Like no man I'd ever known, Hero could please me inside and out, then simply wrap himself around me like a big blanket. Safe and warm and loved.

I looked over at the glass of bourbon on the nightstand. Booze or sleep? 

This was one of those rare times when the second one won.

*~*~*~PART II~*~*~*

What's better than waking up next to the person you love? Waking up between both of the people you love.

Samantha had come back and she'd snuck into bed with us. Her body, even littler than mine, was snuggled into me. I was sandwiched between her and Hero. I peeked back over Hero's shoulder to see Tracy cuddled up behind him too. 

For reference? If you're considering a love triangle and may have the occasional old friend join in too, I suggest you get a big bed like Hero's. We used every inch of it.

I could see the alarm clock over Sam's head and it wasn't even midnight yet. Great. It was probably about noon Sydney time and now I was wide awake. 

Well, good time to take that bath I'd been fantasizing about the whole plane ride home. I tried to slip away quietly. Of course, Samantha woke up before I was even halfway off the bed.

 "Where you goin' Peachers?" she asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes cutely.

"Bath. I'm all yucky. Go back to sleep, honey," I patted her leg.

"Sleep's boring. Want some company?" her head was up and she was already sounding awake. Samantha hardly sleeps. It's the nightmares. She's getting better but slowly.

"Sure." I didn't want to argue. Sam and I alone in a bathtub meant sex exactly one hundred percent of the time and I was already feeling a little frisky again.

We snuck into the master bath and shut the door behind us. It was pitch black to me but Samantha can see in the dark like a damn housecat. I heard her moving around for a minute and then there was candlelight. She found a second one and lit that too. The warm gold light was romantic and soft.


"Ooh, nice touch, Sammie," I whispered. 


"I try," she chuckled as she turned on the tub's faucet. I plunked my lazy naked butt on the cool tile floor to wait. Hero's jumbo tub took almost ten minutes to fill. More importantly, it gave me a front row seat to watch my girlfriend undress. 

Sam was wearing a slinky little leopard print chemise that would have looked ridiculous on me. On her it looked exotic and sexy. Its lacey bottom cut across her hips, showing glimpses of her filmy black undies underneath.

"You want a show, don't you?" she smiled down at me knowingly. 

"Well, it would pass the time 'til the tub fills," I reasoned, doing my best to look innocent.

I know what you're thinking, how could she possibly take ten minutes to strip out of a chemise and panties? 

The answer's a two part-er. First, Samantha's a dancer. I don't mean she shakes her booty and jiggles her chest when there's music playing. I mean she dances. She nearly went pro on the ballet thing. She's got rhythm and poise and grace by the boatload. 

Second, she's got the soul of a pornstar. And not one of those bleached out fake-boobed bimbos who lays there and coos brainlessly while getting boinked. Sam is smart and delicious and dirty, like a Belladonna or a Sasha Grey. 

Sorry, I watched a lot of porn my first semester at college.

Samantha started her show by slipping off her scrunchi and letting her deep chocolaty hair fall across half of her face. She smiled and began to rock her shoulders to a little beat she invented on the spot. 

And then she started moving for real. For the next ten minutes, my girlfriend teased me with slow peeks at her flawless little olive-skinned body beneath that chemise. At one point, she even dragged a small tan nipple across the side of my face. I got in one quick lick before she pulled it away. 

Even after she pulled her chemise up over her head and let it fall to the floor, she kept dancing in just her panties. She manipulated the shadows cast by her candlelight to hide then show just the parts of herself she wanted to. Shadowdancing. I'll never move like that. Normal people just can't.

Her finale was a mix of sexy and sassy. She stopped right in front of me and crouched down so that one of her tiny hips was in my face. I watched as she tugged the little string of her panties away from her hip and offered it to me while looking down and snapping her teeth together.

Oooh, this was new. I leaned forward and bit the thin black elastic string between my teeth, holding it in place.

"Good girl," she whispered huskily, patting my head like a well-behaved puppy.

She stood up slowly, and together we worked her underwear off her just as slowly. She rolled her butt in little circles as her panties came down inch by inch. I stared at the miniature triangle of silky dark hair above her mound as it came into view.

Finally, the panties popped away from her smooth-lipped little goodies. She turned away from me and bent at the waist to swirl her tiny tight dancer tush in my face while she finished sliding her underwear down her legs and off.

She finished by swaying her smooth little peach at me from behind, keeping it just out of reach.

"Bath's ready," she chuckled and stepped away just as I craned my neck forward hungrily for one taste.

She slid into the tub first, exhaling a long careful breath as she did it. I figured out why when my big toe hit the water.

I jerked my foot away, "Jesus, Sammie!"

"Aw come on, don't be such a wuss. Yeah, it's hot but it's good for your pores. This will open 'em right up."

"Mmmmmgh," I huffed, wincing as I dipped my whole foot in. This wasn't a bath. We were steeping lesbian tea.

I watched as Sam sunk her head underwater and came up looking all wet and sexy. She wiped the water from her eyes and puckered her lips up invitingly.

"Get in here already and kiss me," she rolled her eyes.

I had to grit my teeth as I slid my hips in. On the bright side, whatever funk I had on me or in me would be sterilized by the blazing hot water. 

I scooted across the tub and pressed my lips to Samantha's. Ooh boy, I'd missed those lips. Her mouth was smaller than mine. Like the rest of her, Sam's lips were little and delicate. They were softer than mine too. Her tongue slipped into my mouth for a few teasing twirls before she pulled away to talk.

"Hero took care of you pretty good when you got home, huh? Tracy and I could smell sex from halfway down the stairs when we got back."

"Mmmhmm, he gave me a very very thorough poking. Aaaand," I stretched it out knowing that Sam would like this next part, "I had my first booty-gasm today."

"Awww," Sam pouted, "I can't believe I missed it."

"Don't worry, there'll be a repeat show. Like every day for the next week if I can manage it and still walk. It was frickin' awesome." 

"See? Told you," she kissed me again. "So was there anything Hero didn't do for you? Anything you might like now?"

I answered by turning and sitting in Samantha's lap beneath the water, then pulling her hands up to cup my breasts. I had been in such a rush to get to the sex part with Hero that I was craving some touching. The kind of touching Samantha knew how to do really well.

"Want me to play with you, Peaches?" she licked at the edge of my ear with her question.

"Yes, please," I panted as her tiny hands gently squeezed my boobs under the hot water.

"You going to back to bed after this or staying up, honey?"

No, it wasn't an unrelated question. Sam had learned how to work my body in ways that would make a kung-fu master proud. When she wanted, she could make me cum so hard and so deep that it drained me and left me limp and sleepy. 

Funny story: the first night we were together? Sam made me cum so hard she knocked me unconscious. I'm not kidding. She apologized when I woke up. Apologize? Hell, I asked her to do it again the very next day.

But Samantha could go the other way too. She could also make me cum in a way that left me feeling recharged and invigorated.

My point is that when Sam asked me what I wanted to do after our bath, she had a good reason and we both knew it.

"Stayin' up," I answered. Her sexy show earlier had given me an idea I already planned to spring on her after our bath.

With my answer, Sam moved her hands down to caress softly along the underside of my breasts, slowly rubbing away the line of soreness caused by wearing an underwire bra for twenty-four hours straight. Only after she'd made that feel a million times better did she move up to trap my nipples between her fingertips, rolling and tugging them gently away from my chest at the same time she started licking the back of my neck. 

My body responded in a leisurely way, my nipples gradually swelling beyond proportion, growing more and more sensitive. Sam did this forever, relaxing me and exciting me at the same time. I floated away and lost track of time.

This is why I like girls too. Guys, even the most sensitive ones, and Hero is way up there, can't conceive of the idea of touching a girl this way. I was lost somewhere else by the time one of Samantha's tiny hands finally slid down my belly to my goodies. 

She didn't tease or fiddle down there. Two of her fingers simply parted my lips, found my button, and started circling it slowly. She never stopped toying with my nipples though. Her other hand shifted from one to the other. Rolling. Tugging. Pleasing.

Sam was making this about my breasts and it was seriously working. I tilted my head forward and let my chin rest limply on my chest, enjoying her wonderful touching and her little licks at my neck.

We must have been thinking the same thing: if only Sam had a third hand. 

Well, she had an answer for that too.

As soon as Sam cupped one of my boobs and started pulling it up gently, I chuckled. She was right, my chin was already down. I just craned forward a tiny bit more as she raised my breast a little further. 

This was one of life's little perks for dealing with boobs on the top end of a D-cup, I groaned when my own nipple slipped between my lips. I sucked and licked at it, feeling the tight nubbin swell even further in my mouth. I reached up to cup it automatically and it freed Sam's hand to play at my other breast.

I was so far gone that I let Samantha lead the way. I just did with my mouth what she did to my other breast. The whole time, her tongue lapped at my neck and her fingers stirred my goodies gently.

Sam worked me higher and higher. She'd run a wide ribbon of sexy goodness right up my middle – neck, breasts, pussy. All being touched perfectly. The ribbon spun and twisted and stretched.

Just before the heat of the orgasm rushed in, I nibbled softly at my own nipple. Sam sensed it coming too. She stopped licking my neck and turned her head to gently bite me there instead, sucking at the sensitive skin. 

The climax rolled up my body. I shook in the bath, splashing the water a little. 

It was everything I'd come to expect from my talented girlfriend, a long glorious cum that bloomed from my chest and spread down to be pussy where her fingers rubbed and up to my neck were she nibbled. I let her steer me through the orgasm with careful touches to all three places to make the peak last.

And just as Samantha planned, when I'd finished cumming I wasn't exhausted and sluggish. I was on an amazing sex-high that made me giddy.

I twisted sideways in the tub to rest my head on Samantha's shoulder and kissed her jaw a few times before making my next request.

"Sam, can we go dancing?" 

Her stripshow before had given me the idea. We hadn't done it months and I knew it wouldn't be hard to sell Sam on it.

"Seriously?!"

"Sure, why not? Let's go."

"Should we wake Hero and Tracy and see if they want to come?"

"Nah, let them cuddle. She's leaving tomorrow."

Sam and I dried off and slid into a couple of slinky dresses. Hers was tiny and dark and silvery. Mine was a simple white satin spaghetti-strapped jobbie that Sam bought for me. She's better at dressing me than I am.

Before we left, I patted Tracy's pale blonde head and kissed Hero's cheek. They didn't move an inch. 

"Bye bye, old people," I whispered. 

Less than twenty minutes later, Sam and I were at a club downtown. We breezed past the bouncers and slipped inside. Two half-naked girls with no guy in tow usually get the express treatment.

Inside, the club was hot and cramped and loud. Perfect. This would be fun. Sam and I found a spot in the middle of the crowd and started dancing.

I love Hero deeply. Sam does too. But if our third muskeeteer has a single flaw, it's that he can't dance. At all. It's really best to leave him at home. He's a white-guy accountant. It's just as scary as you'd think it would be and kind of, well, spastic.

Sam is not spastic. 

Dancing with her is like wearing music. She's under me and around me. Smiling and laughing. Brushing against me but not in my way. She's moving on each beat and urging me on. When I press into her, she's already flowing with me. When I back away, she's following just behind. 

Samantha is me... but better. More fluid. It's natural for her - like breathing. It's amazing. And doing this with her always turned me on.

Best part? She's as raunchy as you want her to be. Everybody knows dancing is mostly about foreplay. So when she turned her back to me, I snuggled up close and ground into her.

She made it better. She pressed back against me and coaxed me along until our bodies were rolling up and down their full lengths. I knew what we looked like - two lipstick lesbians humping on the dance floor. When Sam bent an arm around behind me to pinch my butt playfully, I nibbled her shoulder.

When the music turned latin, I knew what was coming. Sam loves that kind the most.

My little girlfriend spun, snatched my hands and pulled me close. We both giggled. She led and I followed - a steamy samba. I pressed my hips against hers like she'd taught me and we stayed glued like that, moving forward and back. When I switched hands to take the lead away, Sam shifted smoothly and followed without complaint.

God, I loved this woman.


We danced until that song ended and Sam let me go.

"Be right back, I need to go powder my nose."

I wandered over to the bar and ordered a rum and coke. The place was a total meat market. In about 10 minutes, four different guys hit on me. 

By the time the fifth hand touched my shoulder, I was already grouchy. When I turned to shoo away the new guy, my stomach bottomed out.

Glenn. I had to fight a sudden urge to throw up. I knew this man and not in a good way.

Glenn had basically raped me awhile back. Well, I kinda volunteered for it. But only because I was terrified he was going to do something worse to my last girlfriend, his own step-sister. I don't think "volunteering" in that situation counts.

Unfortunately for me, Glenn had only fond memories of the afternoon I carefully stripped naked and let him do whatever he wanted to me to take his mind of his terrified, half-nude step-sister.

From the look in his eye, Glenn was hoping for a repeat show.

"Hey there sweet tits," his large hand came up and cupped one of my boobs. He gave it a quick squeeze that made me wince and gasp.

"Ow. Stop." I hissed quietly. I didn't want to make a scene but I didn't want him touching me either. I tried to push him away but Glenn didn't move an inch. He's big and all muscle. 

"Get off me, assface."

He cupped my chin with his other hand and leaned towards me like he was going to kiss me whether I wanted him to or not.

"Stop it Glenn!" I yelled at full volume now and pushed at him. I didn't care about making a scene anymore. In fact, I kind of hoped one of the several guys hanging around might come help me.

Glenn didn't seem worried. "Oh please, you know you loved when I..."

A tiny hand zipped in and closed down around Glenn's fingers that were on my face. 

I smiled. I didn't need a guy to help me anymore. 

Samantha was back.

She moved like a whip. Her little body flowed into Glenn, under him, gathered him, then jerked him away. She threw him. My frickin' 90 pound girlfriend threw an over 200 pound man. Holy shit.

Did I mention my girlfriend can fight? I don't mean pulling hair and scratching and slapping. I mean fight. It sort of makes sense. It's kind dancing but well... meaner. The way Sam does it anyway.

Glenn landed sidewise and skidded a couple of feet onto the edge of the dance floor. 

Surprise became rage. He got to his feet, rubbing the wrist that Samantha had used to heave him away.

She moved between us, facing Glenn, with her back to me. I still heard her clearly.




Hero's Life Ch. 15



"Walk away, big boy. One time offer."

There are a few predictable problems I live with because I'm built like a stripper. First, guys assume I'm easy. I'm not. Second, everyone sort of assumes I'm stupid. I'm not. The truth is I'm smarter than I let on most of the time. 

Case in point: I don't look like it, but I'm pretty good at physics. Got an 'A' and everything. I can draw all the little vectors. I can do all the silly math. Distance. Velocity. Mass. Momentum. I just use my brain and a pencil and I do all the stuff and it usually comes out right. On paper.

Samantha does physics too. With her body. In real life. She'd just done some. And she was ready to do more.

Glenn took two steps towards us, growling. "Neat trick, cunt. Let's see you try that again."

Sam didn't budge.

"Heather?" Samantha turned her neck slightly to ask me a one word question.

I knew what she wanted. Permission. 

I'm a good girl, I think. I mean, I go to church. Well, sometimes. The point is, I care about people. I want to see everybody happy. But not Glenn. Not that night anyway.

"Go, Sam," I whispered, fixing my dress and glaring daggers at Glenn, "Go."

The first "go" was enough, she was off before the second one. I've never seen anyone move so fast. She raced forward a few steps and leapt towards Glenn, long dark hair streamed behind her like a black banner. It was beautiful in its own terrible way.

I didn't say she leapt on, I said towards. Her leap was short but for a very good reason.

In mid-air, she twisted at her waist and wound up a giant, monstrous swing. As Samantha landed in a crouch right in front of Glenn's enormous bulk, she took that swing. It loaded into her tightly-balled right fist every ounce of her 90 pound body and all the momentum she had to give it. 

Her right fist, now chock full of gravity and momentum goodness - connected with the inside of Glenn's right knee. 

There was a sickening crunch. 

The club crowd gasped. 

And Glenn's ex-knee swung outward. His suddenly half-supported body started crumpling down. 

He would have fallen on top of Sam, but when she landed she'd coiled then uncoiled like a spring, straight up. The palm of her left hand led the way. 

There was a dull series of cracks that sounded suspiciously like a few teeth breaking against each other. Glenn was already unconscious when he landed flat on his back with a large thud.

The fight, if you could even call it that, was over. 

There was this weird, pregnant pause in the room. Total silence. 

And then the entire club cheered.

Samantha stood over him, looking like she was considering kicking him in the nuts for good measure too.

When the crowd closed down around us to look at Glenn, I pulled Samantha behind me towards the exit, "C'mon chickie, we gotta go."


I was surprised when Samantha tossed me her car keys when we got to the parking lot. I found out why when we got home. She was holding her left hand funny.

"Hand hurt, Sammie?" I knelt next to her when she slumped into a chair in the kitchen

"Yeah," she smirked.

"This one? The one you hit him in the chin with?" I cradled it, then bent to kiss it softly.

"Big stupid chin," Sam smiled, then winced as I turned her hand over to look at it. The heel of her palm was already dark and swollen.

I got up and filled a bag with ice, then wrapped it in a towel. I held it against her palm.

"Think maybe you sprained your wrist?"

"Uh uh, I kept it good and straight. I felt the hit run all the way down my arm and into my shoulder."

"Still, it's gotta hurt."

"Totally worth it after what he did to you tonight," she looked at me and her lips tightened "...and that time before." 

Samantha had always been madder about what Glenn did to me than I was. I'd had my reasons for letting him do what he did. I'd submitted to it to help someone I loved. But the word 'submit' wasn't in Sam's vocabulary. Not since that one afternoon with her uncle. At least I chose what happened to me.

"That stuff, all of it, it's over and done, Sammie. Make peace with it honey, so we can move on." 

I found a few aspirin in a cabinet and some water. 

"Peace is a lie," she half-smiled as she took the aspirin.

"There is only passion?" I teased her then stroked her leg. Hero and I had been teasing Sam about being sithy so much that she'd gone through the trouble of memorizing the sith code. It was funny and scary at the same time.

"You may have gone a bit overboard back at the club, Sam."

"Yeah, when I saw Glenn touching you that way it was bad enough. But when I heard you say his name... I just... just snapped."

"Still, if I'd known what you were going to do, I don't think I would have told you to do it."

"I know."

"You're lucky they didn't call the cops."

"Yeah," she smirked, "it'll be okay, I think. We might get a call from a detective in the morning, though. I recognized a few people at the club. If they give the police my name, I'll explain that it was self-defense. The detective will just want to finish filling out his paperwork and be done with it."

"Been down this road before?"

"Uh huh," Sam yawned, "how come guys think they can push little girls like us around?"

"I don't know. Bad parenting? Why don't we get you to bed, honey?"

"Okay."

"Come on then. Let's go upstairs to the far guest room. We'll get in your old brass bed. It'll be like old times. If your hand doesn't hurt too much, I'll reward you for your bravery."

She smiled. "Ooh, that'd be nice."

I led Samantha up the stairs and we made our way to the spare bedroom with her old bed. It made my heart melt a little bit to see it again. It's an antique brass one. Her grandmother's. It's a queen-size, smaller than Hero enormous king bed, but it's girlie and romantic. It's also the bed Sam and I made love in our first time.

I helped her out of her dress and undies then stripped too.

"Memories," Sam said softly as she picked up the floral bedspread and slipped underneath. She scooted over to make room for me to follow.

"Good ones," I agreed. I turned off the light on the nightstand then flipped over and snuggled into Sam. She was laying on her back and being careful to keep her hurt hand up and out of the way.

"You tired Sammie?" I whispered into her shoulder.

"Not too tired for some loving, if that's what you mean," she said hopefully.

"Mmmhmmm, that is what I meant."

I slipped under the blanket and slid down Sam's body, kissing as I went. She was sweet and musky in her honey and sandalwood way. I love her smell. The best care package I got at school my first semester was when Hero sent me one of her old sweatshirts to wear. The note on it said, "Go head. Get your fix."

I knew what she needed. Sam was still jittery after the adrenaline of her scuffle at the club and, whether she was willing to admit it or not, she was exhausted. She needed to be distracted from her pain and she needed to come down off her adrenaline buzz.

I knew just the thing. I hadn't shared it with her yet. Someone special had taught it to me - my last girlfriend. The one I'd saved with the whole Glenn thing. Right now, Samantha needed it as much as she deserved it.

I rested a cheek on the inside of one of her thighs and snaked a hand up her body. I laid it flat, palm down between her round little breasts. I could feel her heart there. The beat was strong and easy to follow. I started tapping against her chest lightly, matching it.

I tapped her chest for awhile and then started nuzzling Sam's mound, kissing her smooth little lips and feeling the tiny tuft of her soft dark fur tickle my nose.

When I was ready, I stopped tapping her chest. Instead, I started licking. One lick for each thump in her tiny chest. My tiny soft licks were simple laps that barely parted her soft folds and ran up her clit. 

No nibbling or sucking. No poking or prodding. Just little soft flicks. This was about patience. And about love.

"Tantric," Sam murmured from up above after awhile, "where'd you learn to do this?"

"Hush, let me be the mysterious one for once, okay love?"

Sam actually giggled. She didn't giggle often. Her good hand came down under the covers to twist loosely in my hair.

"S'nice Peachers. Please don't stop."

"Don't worry, we're not stopping this until one of us falls asleep."

"Ooh, I like the sound of that."

I felt her wiggle her toes and settle in for the long haul. Smart girl.

Sam's first little cum came gently. Just like it was supposed to. I felt her pulse quicken as she got more excited. I matched it with my little licks. I let her body pick its pace naturally. 

As she came, her heart rate doubled suddenly and so did my tongue. Her legs stiffened and I felt the tiny chords that made up perfect thighs flutter on either side of me. The muscles in her tiny stomach twisted and clenched beneath my arm too.

That first climax was over quickly. She sighed as it left just a moment later. There would be more. Many more. I let her relax and reset, then I started licking to the rhythm in her chest again.

My plan wasn't to exhaust Samantha with a gigantic, gut-wrenching orgasm. Nope, I'd wear her down with sheer numbers. I wasn't nearly as tired as she was and I liked what I was doing.

I think I made Sam cum six more times. If I had to guess, I'd say she actually fell asleep after the fifth one and I ended up waking her up again to make her cum one last time. It was hard to tell because by that point she'd turned into a sighing little puddle of happy girl. 

When her small body finally went completely limp around me and I heard her snoring softly, I knew for sure that she was completely asleep. 

I scooted back up the bed and buried my nose in her neck. My tongue was tired and my jaw ached a little but it was worth it. We both slept through the night. 

*~*~*~PART III~*~*~*

Tracy woke me up. Actually, she woke Samantha up, which woke me up.

Sunlight was peeking through the windows when I looked over to see Tracy standing next to our bed in her underwear. Nice underwear too. It was a soft tangerine color and mostly lace.

I watched the curvy, blonde Aussie with absurdly long legs brush Sam's dark hair away from her face and plant a few kisses on her cheek. Samantha smiled and pulled Tracy down into bed with us.

I snuggled into Tracy's other side, "Where's Hero?" 

"Downstairs. Making breakfast. He sent me up to wake you two."

"Is he making banana pancakes?" Sam asked hopefully.

"Yep."

"Eh boy," I muttered. "That takes forever. Hero is unbelievably particular about his banana pancakes. He makes 'em from scratch."

Tracy laughed, "Yeah, I left when he pulled out a scale and started weighing flour."

She looked at Sam and nibbled her lower lip, "But I also came up because I've got something for you, Samantha."

"Really?"

Tracy's hand brushed across the front of her little lacy undies. "Hero and I made love before we went downstairs and I thought maybe you'd like to..."

Tracy didn't have to finish her offer because Samantha was already moving down her body, licking the smooth, tanned skin of Tracy's ribs and belly as she went. I watched Sam's fingers hook into Tracy's panties at the hips and tug down. Tracy hunched her heart-shaped butt off the bed for Sam to slide her panties off.

Samantha couldn't help grinning as she tucked her hair behind her ears and leaned into Tracy's lightly furred blonde mound. As Tracy turned to face me, her eyes were already closed and her lips were pursed at the strange but wonderful feeling of Samantha's talented tongue rummaging around in her sex. I knew that feeling well. 

I barely resisted the urge to say something cheesy about her bringing Sammie breakfast in bed. 

Instead, I scooted closer and kissed Tracy. Hero says Tracy smells like wildflowers and the sea to him and I think he's right. So soft. So feminine. So different.

I'll admit it, I'm a bit of a tomboy. I like to drink and play with the boys as just as much as I like to fuck 'em. And Samantha has femme fatale written across her in large letters. Tracy was something different: a woman. A beautiful one. She really could have been a model. I looked up and down her long body and reached over to stroke one of her large boobs through the soft material of her lacey tangerine bra.

Her amazing lavender eyes – the only ones I'd ever seen that color - opened to look at me. They were already pretty glazed. Sam was making quick work of her. Still, she somehow managed to look a little sad.

"Leaving today," she pouted. "I'm going to miss you. Both of you. This whole wonderful thing the three of you have." 

"When you go home to your girlfriend and her husband, you'll have it too. Just you wait and see." That's what I'd been doing in Sydney. Helping seduce her girlfriend's husband to pave the way for what Tracy and Lisa wanted. A love triangle like the one Hero, Samantha and I shared. They had a decent shot at it. The hubbie was a nice guy. They just needed to perv him up a bit more.

Tracy's fell open when a little slurping sound came from below. Sam was getting more eager.

"But let's not think about that now, Trace," I kissed her again.

It made me sad to think about her leaving too. It also made me want to make the most of our time left. 

A few dots connected in my head.

"Slow down a little, Sam? I have an idea," I slipped a hand under Tracy's back and unhooked her bra then pulled it away gently from the side. It slid free and bared her large teardrop-shaped breasts. They weren't too large for her body like mine. In fact, like everything else on Tracy, they were in perfect proportion. I kissed the side of her closer breast and licked my way to her nipple then rolled it between my lips softly.

My idea? Samantha likes to give me a hard time about my fetish for connecting dots. I can't help it, I like symmetries. Everything neat and tidy and in its place.

The first night Hero and I had sex, he told me the ten-year old story of meeting Tracy and her girlfriend Lisa when they were teenagers in Bangkok. After half a bottle of sake, he'd tipsily admitted to everything the three of them did their last night together, including what I was about to do for Tracy.

I looked down Tracy's body and winked at Samantha as I licked a few fingers of my right hand and reached over to circle Tracy's other nipple as I continued licking her nearer one. Samantha nodded her head slightly without interrupting what she was doing. She knows how my head works. 

Sam must have finished dragging Hero's cum out of our tall blonde victim because she moved up and started fluttering her tongue back and forth at Tracy's clit while running her hands up and down her tanned thighs. 

I watched Sam slide one of her hands up further and under her chin. I knew a lot of my girlfriend's tricks. Her thumb would be toying at Tracy's entrance to balance out all of the licking.

But Tracy winced, "Easy Sam? Hero really did a number on me this morning. He took me for half an hour straight. Maybe... maybe you could slide that finger down just a little more?"

It was kind of sweet really. Tracy had sort of discovered the wonders of her own booty while she visited us. And it was sexy to hear her actually asking for some attention there.

Samantha winked up at both of us and must have made her adjustment because Tracy sucked in a long slow breath and let it out softly. I even felt her nipple pucker a little extra in my mouth. 

Samantha and I took our time. Licking and stroking and teasing each of Tracy's sensitive places. When her head was rocking slightly from side to side on the pillow, I slipped my free hand under neck and scratched gently at the top of her spine beneath her pale blonde hair.

I told her what she'd told Hero ten years ago in a Bangkok hotel room, "Cum whenever you're ready Trace, but not before. We love what we're doing and we love you. Cum for us. Cum all over this bed. Just cum."

Samantha didn't speed up. Neither did I. This wasn't about making Tracy cum. It was about letting her cum whenever it suited her.

It suited her five minutes later. I felt the muscles in her neck tense first. Then her nipple in my mouth softened slightly and Tracy's breath caught in her chest.

Just as Tracy's orgasm squished down on her, Samantha did something new. She stopped licking, pulled Tracy's clit between her lips, and started humming softly. 

I'd heard of hummers for guys, but for girls?

And of course, Tracy loved it. She squeaked out the cutest little gasp, and her body instantly got twice as twitchy. It was actually kind of hard to keep my mouth and fingers in place on her boobs as her whole body shivered.

Tracy was panting and speechless after she finished cumming. Her head lolled limply on the pillow with a gigantic post-cum grin. 

Samantha and I pecked her on the cheek and slipped out of bed. We'd let her enjoy her afterglow and maybe even a little recharge nap.

"I vote we skip clothes," I whispered at Sam, looking down at the mangled pile on the floor from the night before.

"Naked breakfast?" Sam whispered back.

"Yep, naked breakfast. If things turn sexy, I want to be able to just bend you over and pour maple syrup right across your butt."

Sam brightened at the thought. She really is willing to do just about anything.

We held hands and went downstairs naked. When we got to the kitchen, Hero just smiled and shook his head.

He was halfway through cooking pancakes and he'd already made coffee. I stole a cup and parked my naked butt at the kitchen table to watch and wait for my breakfast.

Samantha was feeling more helpful. She grabbed a serving platter from the cupboard and stood next to Hero. As thanks, he kissed the top of her head and started piling pancakes on her platter. Samantha looked incredibly cute standing there naked and holding a giant stack of banana pancakes. 

I watched as she teased Hero about burning one. He spanked her playfully with his spatula on one of her tiny butt cheeks. With no hands free to defend herself, she simply stuck her tongue out and blew him a flirty raspberry. 

It was fun watching them. Tender. Happy. Comfortable. It gave me a warm feeling in my middle that was even better than coffee.

Samantha, my sad, beautiful, broken little dancer - she was the girl she was meant to be. I can't take all the credit for that. Hero gets at least half. 

Hero. For me, he's the sweet, funny, respectful older guy. He'd done the best thing he could do to win me, he'd looked past my body and into my head. He'd connected with my brain before connecting with my overdeveloped girlie parts.

For Samantha, Hero had been the patient, gentle, honest friend. He'd done the best thing he could do for her too. He'd waited. Waited for her to sort her complicated life and her complicated heart out. Sometimes, the sweetest thing you can do for someone you care about is to wait for them.

Samantha and Hero like to make fun of my weird little connect-the-dots brain. But you know what? It works pretty well, thanks very much. I smirked into my coffee cup. 

My name is Heather Miller. I used to be someone's "Bubblegum," but I'm not anymore. I'm "Peaches" now and I'm in love with two amazing people: a perverted accountant and a deranged ballerina. 

And I'm where I was meant to be. We all are. Home.

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Post-script: Hope you guys enjoyed the ride. There is one more spin-off chapter in the works: Love's Last Little Leap. It explains how Heather managed to close their love triangle by talking Samantha into trading her previous boyfriend in for Hero. It's the only chapter written from Samantha's perspective and I've been fiddling with it for awhile. 




Hero's Life Ch. 15



Cheers,

-Pacofear