1 comments/ 26454 views/ 5 favorites 4-4-5 Christmas at the Bar By: CopperSkink Let me tell you what, I'm in a good mood. I just can't help meself! Christmas lights, Christmas songs, Christmas outfits on pretty girls, and Christmas booze. Hi, I'm Derrick, and this is part five of my story. I'll be done after this, so I want to make this one a good'un. I'll start this show off on a non-particular day at work, where my old boss let me come back to put some time in, seeing as it was the holidays and I needed some cash. "Hey, beautiful." That was said to me, not the other way around. Jess, the hottie bartender, slid up next to me behind the bar and gave me a huge kiss on the cheek. I turned to her and returned the kiss, though I caught her more on the lips, and she fixed our buss so it was something a tongue could come out and dance to. We are in Rotterdale, after all. The owner came around to scold us, though even she was too full of the holiday cheer (also known as "Julie's Nog") to give us anything less than a huge smile when she did. Jess took off with a smile of her own as well as a wink, and her skirt mysteriously flipped up with her hop off. "See you later, beautiful," she said. Damn, that Jess has a sweet ass. Being that it's the holidays, I just might take that for a Christmas spin. Shit, maybe tonight. Normally I never would, but she was so happy to see me when I got back, and I just can't think of unpleasant things lately. It was boxing day at Julie's. Not the day after Christmas, more like the first Sunday of the month that saw boxing all day. Those that didn't go to Rotterdale Event Center to watch the show live came instead to Julie's to watch on any one of our rather large screens (too big to watch "The Big Game" in public, but nobody gives a fuck about that professional shit in this town), keeping us busy all day long. My dear girlfriend Cindy had secured herself a permanent stool next to her twin Sara, who was making eyes at me all day. The two would occasionally slip outdoors to stretch their legs, but they'd always return to keep me company whilst I "kept the wicks greased." This doesn't matter, but that was a really bad metaphor for getting the locals drunk. See, our town mascot is "The Bomb." Big, round, shiny black ones with long, erect, err... fuzes. Fuze, wick, alcohol, saturation; you let that image work for you however you want. I just smile and serve the drinks. I leaned in for a kiss with Cindy, who, after delighting my lips with hers, turned my chin to face Sara to get more of the same. Me, I was serving behind the bar with Jess, who always pulled the all-pay-per-view shift on boxing day. Cindy and Sara had just watched me kissing Jess with smiles on their eyes; it was well known I was dating Cindy at that time and that she'd "remained faithful" to me during my "absence", so it was quite impressive for me to mack on the barmaid in front of her and her sister (very much in public, anyways; neither of them cared), whom was rumored to share in on mine and Cindy's relationship. "She's pretty," Cindy said to me after one more over-the-bar kiss, referring to barmaid Jill. Once again, like clockwork, she used her chin to nudge my face to her right, where her twin's warm lips were waiting to greet me. "I'm surprised you haven't slept with her yet." I let my tongue linger with Sara's for just a moment more. "I have," I said, propping myself up on my elbows, leaning across the bar. "Like, almost a year ago now." "Was she any good?" Cindy was on an elbow of her own, and her fingers were tracing mine on the bar. Sara was watching the screen idly, but her own fingers were curling themselves through a loose strand of her twin's hair. "Eh." Despite having honestly enjoyed my time with Jess, I wasn't above a little harmless flattery that expressed the absurd idea that no cooter was worth mentioning in the presence of modelesque Cindy. Something like that. She took it as encouragement. "I'm sure she's got better in a year, with all the attention she gets working here. You should try her again." In response, I leaned in again and kissed her more earnestly. Sara's hand landed on where ours were joined, and when I backed away, I saw Cindy had been caressing Sara behind her neck as though it was her she was kissing. Then she gave her that look like there was a secret between the two, a secret that I happened to know. It was enough to give a fourth-grader a beaming erection. Me, I was a mature adult. I waited until their lips briefly brushed together before my "Christmas tree" "got turned on", which I could get away with, it being hidden behind the bar. The sleigh bells hanging over the door rang, the nearest waiter hollered out the house greeting, and many sets of eyes were cast to the door, and no one was disappointed. Dressed in a fine winter coat, boots, and jeans was Salamandy Ravenlock, a woman with whom I shared a special and rather surprising love of late. She saw me right away and rushed right over. Cindy and Sara were also staring, and to my surprise, they were both smiling rather pleasantly, and their smiles persisted even until Sally pulled up next to them at the bar to kiss me over the counter. I think I was setting a record for how many different women's tongues I had in my mouth that day. She glanced shyly at her twin sisters, but they seemed happy to see her. That's strange, by the way. There's always been great tension between them, like mixing Carolina-Blue and Duke-Blue in the wash. Your clothes just come out looking like they've been through war. "Hi, Mandy," Cindy said rather enthusiastically. She even reached for her neck and pulled her close until they were kissing. Sara and I were watching closely along with other patrons, and we weren't disappointed when Cindy pushed forward, parting her jaws to let her tongue press forward. Mandy's mouth opened in response, and those as close as Sara and I could see their tongues dance for a brief moment through the parting of their lips. When Cindy let go, she was beaming, and Sally didn't have a chance to think about it before Sara went for a turn of her own. Always determined to outdo her twin, Sara let her tongue linger a little longer, parted her lips for the two of us to see a little bit better, moaned ever so quietly. "So... umm... I was wondering..." Sally was actually looking flustered. I'd caused that look on her face several times in private, but I'd never seen her looking so vulnerable in public. "So... Derrick..." Her eyes flashed back to the twins as though they were a wall between Sally and me. "The girls and I, we were gonna... if you wanted... do you wanna come to a party?" She then looked to the twins, who were simply giving her their attention rather than being noisy between themselves as they were wont to do when anyone on the planet tried to get their attention. "You guys can come too, if you want. It's just a couple of friends and family, nothing too crazy." "Hard to imagine that party being small if you're inviting all your sisters," I joked, trying to ease the apparent tension. I turns out I needn't have worried; Cindy was quick to recommend to both Sara and me that we accompany her, since she was definitely going and could hardly go without her boyfriend or her twin. "You wanna watch the main event with us?" Sara then asked after agreeing to make an appearance. She was very much her own person, and she would just as soon go off to a party by herself as go with her twin. Still, I felt the same warmth in her as Cindy in being so painstakingly kind to her raven-haired sister. Cindy and Sara are achingly blond, by the way. Sally nervously took a stool next to Sara. Jess, always having an eye for pretty girls, scooted up before I could blink, handing Sally a menu. "Drink, beautiful?" Didn't she just call me that? Sally ordered something with quite a bit of alcohol, then she got stuck between a steak and a certain soup that had originated in the Garden. "Why don't you get them both?" Sara offered. "I'll help you with it." "And some hot wings," Cindy added. "Haven't you guys been here all day? You haven't eaten yet." "It's dinner time," Cindy snot. "What makes you think we've been here all day?" "Your cushions have ass-marks in them." Am I dreaming, or are these three actually getting along? The three of them slaughtered the food when it arrived, and Sally killed two hefty nogs besides joining her sisters in the obligatory pint of stout that went with Rotterdale boxing. She got up to leave along with everyone else when the show ended, and both the twins gave her long hugs goodbye. I got one as well, though I had to take a break so she could have a private word with me outside. That private word turned out to be a very long kiss, which she ended by letting me know how very much she was looking forward to having me at the party. The twins were there, again, watching me kissing Sally this time. What a strange feeling that was, kissing the girl I loved while my girlfriend and my consort watched on. I only knew for sure that whatever I was feeling for Sally, there was something buried inside her that felt the same way. I couldn't feel shame about kissing her if I wanted to. When she was gone, Cindy jerked her head, as a person does, towards the back where the employees take their breaks. She and Sara looked quite delicious wrapped up in their coats again, and soon both pairs of arms were wrapped around me, both pairs of lips taking advantage of my break. When it was just the three of us, I couldn't much tell one from the other. Not from the way they looked, and not from the way they acted. Normally Cindy would come visit me at work to spend my breaks with me, and we'd make out roughly just for the hell of it. Nothing too much, just a little mutual benefit as long as we were pretending to date. She'd stop short of teasing me too much because she had too much code to work me up without sleeping with me, so I was wondering what was going on this particular night. She was kissing me as roughly as usual, but her hands were going wild on me, prompting both Sara and me to grope whatever was in sight just to keep up. When she was on break from kissing me, she made sure I was kissing Sara with everything I had while she went for my ear, which I loved. "Harder," she demanded, "deeper. If she thinks you're showing favorites, I won't get any from her tonight. Grab her ass like you mean it." She covered my hand and squeezed down on her sister's ass hard enough to make her squeak. My hand went up to cup Cindy's cheek in support, but she pulled it quickly to her breast. Sara caught the act, and she made me do the same to her with my free hand. Me, I like holding a woman tightly to me when I fondle her, so I pushed them both against the cold building wall so my hands would have purchase against their bodies whilst I groped them both. The golden goddesses, these twins. Their breath came out frozen, their cheeks were rosy, and their blond locks were spilling across their broad winter coats, free from the knitted hats they'd left inside. I loved the sight, and I loved touching them even more, something of a rare opportunity for me. They gasped and moaned as I ran my hands along their smooth torsos, ending always on their matching breasts that filled my hands so well. Their coats were open, leaving me to caress them through their zip-up wool sweaters whose necks rose all the way up their throats. I pushed these turtlenecks down with my lips so I could have their necks to myself. I abandoned their breasts to touch their faces briefly. Both gave a kiss to my fingertips when my hands crossed over their mouths, and it was with great anticipation that I turned their chins inward towards one-another. They kissed, and I could feel all the blood drain out of my brain and into my dick. I knew the kiss of two people that knew they were going to make love that night, and that's what I saw in those two. I reached back down again, this time catching Cindy's zipper while sweeping my hand around Sara's waist to dip my hand into her pants to grasp her bare ass. When I got Cindy's zipper down far enough, I slid my hand out of Sara's pants and took a hold of her hand, which she was using to pull her sister's face hard into hers, and slid it down, down into Cindy's open sweater, down to grasp the exposed breast. I then took over Sara, kissing her, letting Cindy enjoy being touched. Sara let her other hand cover her other breast of her own violation, then we broke our kiss to stare cheek-to-cheek at her sister, moaning at her sister pinching her nipples. I moved behind Cindy and held Sara close so that their breasts were crushed together, then I pulled down on Sara's head, leading her to Cindy's tits. While I didn't get conjugal visits from either of them since that one night Sara and I had sex on the day I met them both, one thing they always encouraged me to do was to direct the action between the two of them. Sara was more than happy to suck her twin's tits for me. I don't know what came over me, but I started working on my belt, and then Cindy's. I wanted to pork her from behind, out in the near-snow, like five minutes into my break being over, not even dark yet. But alas, it was not to be. She put her hand on mine, pulled it to her lips, and kissed it. "Kiss my sister," she whispered into my ear rather than rebuttal me. She helped her Sara come back up, and as we locked lips, she settled into my ear, "That girl looks pretty. Take good care of her tonight. You're such a good boyfriend." She zipped her top up and led her sister away by the hand like usual. Sara turned back and waved to me, saying, "Goodbye, Derrick," with a smile. I was left alone with one of the worst erections in my life and rather cold hands. I was rescued by Jess, who was done for the night and came out back to pollute her lungs. "Hey, Derrick," she said in a much less flirtatious manner than while on-shift. She was tired; hell, I was tired. "You got a light?" "I got something better than a light," I said with a sudden burst of erection. She looked at me expectantly, but I grabbed her and kissed her. "My my," she cooed, "someone's girlfriend left him high and dry?" "My apartment's in Raleigh," I said. "We'd better take off; traffic sucks there." She looked at me, looked at her cigarette, looked down, bit her lip, then threw her cigarette over her shoulder as we headed off to the nearest trolley stop at a brisk pace. ********** When I got back from "Macedonia," let's say that while I finally had a place to live away from the nest, the new place also contained my sister, which after the events in Macedonia seemed a bit too uncomfortable. Still, I continued to buck up rent for sweet Reo while rooming up with Bill instead. Bill had moved to Raleigh because that's where they have affordable housing, but he works up north. He let me slide up to his spot for the time being under the circumstances, but down the grapevine Sally found out I was working overtime to pay rent on both places, so she worked out something with her dad so that he'd pay my share on my retainer at Reo's. I've even got spending money now. Going to Raleigh from Rotterdizzle takes all of ten minutes once you get to the train, but the inner-city traffic to the apartment building can take an hour. Let me tell you what, my wonderful audience, that hour ten is much more fun when you've got a frisky, inebriated bar maiden going with you. It seemed she was looking forward to the coming night rather than just going to her own boring home with the lonely tree and no presents under it with nothing tasty in the fridge. We knocked into the door once we found the right one; Jess was kissing me pretty vigorously and she was fairly inside my pants. The door recognized me and swung open for me, and I fell in after it with her landing on top of me. I yanked off everything she had on up top in one pull, and we took eight seconds to just kiss before she set out to work on my pants. "Wuzgoinonhere?" Bill said from the bedroom door. The apartment is only two rooms, by the way. You think Jess would've minded if I told her my roommate was asleep so I'd have to fuck her on the couch? "I'm sorry, did we wake you?" Jess giggled from astride me. Her breasts in her bra jiggled with her. "Yeah," Bill said. He looked a little miffed. "Aww... why don't you come get some? Roommate rules, right?" "Huh?" I said. "'Wake him up, invite him in,'" she quoted. Bill and I looked at each other, looked at her, shrugged... "Fuck it; you ain't my fuckin' woman." I said that, by the way. She wanted to share, so be it. There was some discussion about whose bed we'd romp in, but it wasn't like it mattered because both were too small. We ended up on the pull-out bed anyways, only Jess first went to take a shower. And believe me, when you pull a shift like that in a hot, wet bar full of people, you do not want to get into bed without bathing first. To "save time and hot water" I went in with her, really just getting first dibs since I were the one to brought her home. But when we got out, Bill had put coffee on, getting him a big kiss from Jess. We tumbled around on the bed for a while, fixing to culminate with Bill giving the broadside to Jess. Then she hit us with it: "I want you to suck him off," she says to me. "I'm good," Bill says instead. I've got a rather similar look on my face. "Oh, come on," she insists. "How many times have you talked two girls into getting into bed, and in like, five minutes, it's all, 'come on, kiss each other.'" "I don't wanna kiss him, either," Bill says. "Besides, that's Sam you're thinking of," I reminded her. Sam plays the field, chats up the woman. Can't blame it on us, can she? "Aren't you the one that keeps saying this town is sick?" she asked me. I shuffled around uncomfortably, though her hand jerking on my cock was rather pleasant. Barmaid indeed. "Technically, I said the town has a sickness." "And why is that?" Somewhere between a sigh of defeat and one of rather intense physical pleasure, I said, "Because men and women can't get along for the time they're out of bed." "And that doesn't have at all to do with we girls can't get fair turnabout? Come on, boys. Show a girl a good time. For every girl that got her roommate into the action when she brought a boy home." "But all girls are bi," Bill attempted. "I'm not, but that doesn't mean I don't want to see something hot once in a while." Fuck it. It's Christmas, and Jess is pretty cool. After the excursion with Sally, I was ready to take it on faith that there were a few women out there who you could do something genuinely nice for that wouldn't stab you in the ass later. I grabbed hold of Bill's prick and pulled it out of Jess' pussy. Having already decided my path, I didn't fart around into wrapping my lips around it and going to town. Bill didn't seem quite so ready for the new experience. "Wait, dude, I didn't... whoa." "Oh my god, you're actually doing it," Jess said, her face a picture of disbelief. "You want me to stop?" "Hell no; that's sooo fucking hot." She put her face right next to mine to watch me suck Bill's dick. Honestly, I don't remember ever seeing a girl so happy in bed. Without me touching her, that is. She felt my lips stretched around him, felt my throat, then reached all the way down to my own dick to stroke me in support. She licked the rest of his cock hanging out (I may have been feeling helpful, but I wasn't about to try deep-throating a motherfucker), sucked his balls, bit his thighs, all that. Eventually went all the day down his legs where my cock was located, and she started sucking me off. Now, let me tell you, ladies and gentlemen, that was an experience. Jess, being at least as experienced in bed as I was, knew how to suck a good dick, but there were little imperfections: Not going deep enough, having bad timing, not putting her tongue in the right spot, all that shit. Men and women was built to fornicate, but when it comes to matters of oral sex, apparently gay is the only way. Bill, he was moaning and writhing like I was doing something right, and you know how I like to please a woman in bed. Bill may be a guy, but kiss my ass if I wasn't getting off on getting him off. 4-4-5 Christmas at the Bar Ch. 02 The first story arc of Derrick's saga, "It was supposed to be about incest," concludes with a big-ass random ball out in the middle of Laurel University's Fitzhurst Football Stadium. No incest for poor Derrick, but hopefully his new buddy can fill in the gaps. Yes, this chapter continues with one more part after Derrick and Reoren take off in search of Riley and her buxom buddy. Please enjoy. ********* I got back to Bill's pad; Bill was gone. I opened the suitcase to find the suit, took one look at it, zipped it back up, and took off. ******* Knock knock knock... "Derrick? Derrick! I'm so glad to see you!" Salamandy was indeed a sight for sore eyes, and my penis, over-worked as it was in a day's time, responded to her tight embrace when she pulled me into her house. "What're you doing here?" "Need to get dressed, thought I'd come get help from someone that knows about these sorts of things. What're you doing here? I thought your dad booted your sweet ass out." She played it off and led me by the hand to the front stairs. "Nah, he just said I needed to work of some steam. Most everyone is gone, so he's having me look after the little ones." "Is my lady home?" "Nope. Come upstairs." She pulled me into a large room at the end of the upstairs hall. There was a single bed; but for the arrangements, it looked like two different fashion senses were going into the decorations. Over on the marbled oak vanity were two different jewelry boxes, each with a bust laced with an exquisite silver necklace, one with a name reading "Tiffany", the other saying "Prudence". "Are we supposed to be in here?" "My room got taken over and they're gone, so they won't mind." I was suddenly reminded of the old Salamandy, who didn't seem to think other people ever minded her. "Take your suit out." Time was a factor, so I obediently dumped the heavy case onto the bed and unzipped it. Sally began pulling shit out left and right; her eyes were lighting up like so many lights laced within and without that very house. "Danny's work?" "Yup." "Who're you taking?" "Don't know yet," I teased. "That is, don't know whom I'll be leaving with." She jabbed me in the gut. "You know that girl I lived with before you and I took off?" "Oh yeah, her. Her?" "Yup." "Ouch." "Ouch? What ouch?" But she was too busy sorting out clothes. "Sally, what ouch?" "Probably nothing, but it's possible that she's not going to be wearing one of Melody's dresses." "And?" "This is a Danny-boy suit, the finest money can't buy, and a purple one at that. No, not the color, the dress code. It takes a Melody dress to make a Danny suit shine, you know what I mean?" "No." "Too late anyway. Let's get to work; get these clothes off." This was either turning into a very interesting week, or my life was making a change for the better to be hearing that phrase every day. I worked my upper parts off, but like Melody, Sally was going straight for the belt. With her expertise, my flaccid penis was once again free to breathe the free air. "I've missed this," she hummed, bending down to kiss it as soon as it came into the light. "I've missed you." She kissed me on the lips, and I couldn't help but kiss her back. "I can't wait for the party. Unless... you and this girl, you're getting serious? This dance is a pretty big deal." "No way would I forget about you, and I am coming to your party. It just may be that I bring a date for you to play with." Her look of nervous apprehension turned into a wicked grin, and we shared a full, deep kiss from there, letting our bodies sing together in pleasure. Suddenly it was just her and me again, lost out in the wilderness, two people alone in the world. But getting back to business, she was very helpful in helping me get into the confusing piece of eveningwear. It was no simple three-piece suit, to be sure. Undershirts, underpants, socks with garters, tails on the coat, decorative studs in the buttonholes, and the bow tie was a nightmare that I'd've been absolutely sunk with had it not been for sweet Sally. Throughout dressing me, she never let my cock get covered, pulling it straight through the fly in the silk boxer shorts, buttoning the trousers around it without zipping, and keeping the cummerbund out of the way. She kept rubbing up against me as well, constantly telling me how good I looked in the suit, better with every piece she fit on me. Last was the white gloves that matched the tie, and but for my cock sticking out, I was pretty spick'n'span. She buttoned my coat closed, then ran her fingers down the frill of my white shirt and dipped them under my cummerbund to pull me close to her. We kissed yet again, pent-up from half an hour of flirting but not quite touching productively. Her fingers circled at last around my cock, and she sank to her knees to take me into her heavenly mouth. Again, I wanted to speak up, say that I was saving myself, but she seemed to have the same thing in mind. "When I'm done with this dick," she said, "you'll be leaking so much precum through your pants, it'll stain her dress so she can't wear it anymore. You'll make her pussy so wet, you'll be smelling it on her garter well into the next year." What the hell is a garter on a woman, and what did Icare what it smelled like after the dance was over? The shine in her dark hair caught the light from the lamp, making her dazzle as her head bobbed up and down on me. "I want you to grind this dick into her all through the dance, make her pussy scream for only you," she demanded. "Then once you get her home, plow her hard all night long. Make her learn what this dick does to women. Matter of fact..." She turned around and backed into me. With my hands automatically on her hips, I was boring into her skirt like practice for tonight. My eyes shut with the sensation, then I felt bare skin on my dick. Looking down, I saw her skirt had been pushed out of the way, and my cock was sliding through the crevice of her bare ass. "Whoever this girl is, when you first drag her down by the hair to make her suck you off, she'll know you always stink of woman, and by the time the night is through, you'll be stinking of her. She'll never come so hard in her life." She looked like she was thoroughly enjoying fantasizing about me with another woman, especially with it being her pussy that was soaking my cock. In fact, I'm not entirely sure it wasn't getting all over my new pants. She leaned up and rested her head on my shoulder with her back arched, making her ass press illegally hard against my dick. I could feel her heartbeat throbbing into my aching veins. "Have you fucked her yet?" she asked, almost pleading for an answer. My hands slid up from her waist into her shirt to cup her delicious breasts that I'd been longing to hold for so long. "No," I whispered gently into her ear, which I gave a few short licks with my watering tongue. "Tonight'll be our first night. In fact, I'm not even sure if I'll get lucky tonight." "You will," she hissed back, grinding the entire length of my cock with long, delicious strokes. "If you follow my advice, her pussy will be aching for you like mine is." She kissed me, or I kissed her; it's hard to tell. We both went for each other so suddenly, her taking a deep dive on my cock, me pinching down harder than I knew she could stand on her nipples. "God, I can't wait for my party," she moaned. "I want you so bad, Derrick. Fuck her hard tonight, okay? For me?" "I will," I said somewhat more calmly than reason should have allowed. "After that, don't come until it's my turn, okay? Wait until you sleep with me?" "I was trying to do that for tonight, but see how well that turned out," I chuckled, and she bit me on the lip. "But you haven't come," she said, grinding dangerously high on my cock, threatening to impale herself on me, "not yet." Phew, she didn't notice. "But wait..." Oh shit. "Your cock smelled. You fucked someone today, didn't you?" "What's it to you?" I challenged, lightly stroking her sides in a way I knew could make her come if I did it long enough. She shivered, but still she ground back on me. "Who'd you fuck, Derrick? Did she soak your cock like I'm doing? Did she beg for it, or did you have to flirt with her until she couldn't stand it anymore?" "Melody," I said in a soft voice. "Bullshit." "I came in her twice just this morning alone," I insisted, still speaking softly, calmly. "There's just no way," she claimed, but her eyes were forced shut in pleasure; I could tell she was getting the forbidden picture in her head. She honestly didn't believe it was possible, but she wanted to believe. "She dried me out so much, I thought there was no way I was gonna get it up for tonight, but seeing you..." I kissed the sheen of sweat on her neck as I talked her up, "I can't remember ever being this turned on in my life. If I blow now, I think I'll put a hole in the ceiling." "I don't know if I can go without coming until the party," she cried. "Even past tonight, as soon as you leave, as soon as I try to take a shower, the water alone's gonna make me come. If you call me tonight after you put her to sleep, your voice will bring me off." She was almost in tears, unable to take what both of us wanted, our flesh touching but not interlocking. "Let me hold you over with something special then," I offered. "Yeah? What's that?" "Something Melody showed me." "You're so full of shit." But she let me turn her chin ever so gently just like I did with Melody, and I initiated the sweetest, most aching, heartfelt kiss I'd ever kissed in my life. Sally didn't know what hit her; her body, so proactive, was suddenly melting in my arms, and I had to hold her up just so she didn't fall into a puddle on the floor. Her pussy still knew what to do, though now I swear I could taste each inch of it that creeped up the length of my cock, feel the lips parting around my shaft, coating me in their sweet cream. Felt it seeking out the head of my cock, tasting the drop of fluid it found there before rubbing its way back down, soaking my balls in her fragrance. Her pussy rolled up again, leaving its sticky imprint behind, and it stayed when it reached my cockhead, searching for it. In a matter of seconds she got frustrated; she reached for it, pulled it towards herself just a micron, and her pussy claimed me. Slowly and deliberately she sucked my cock up inside of her, betraying the promise we had just made. She kept kissing me like nothing was happening, as though it were someone else's hips that were grinding against my fine suit, crushing my cock in its exquisite grip. In her mind, she was still teasing me. But when I pushed forward just the faintest push, she moaned deep from her throat, feeling my cock tease her cervix. It was like that for several delicious minutes, us still kissing with all our hearts, her pussy gently flexing around my pulsating cock, sharing our heartbeats. "Tell me the truth," she gasped quietly. "You weren't really with Aunt Mellie, were you?" "It was one of the scariest experiences of my life, but one of the best. Do you feel it?" I thrust into her gently, touching her tenderly. "Mmm... I feel it..." "She taught me that." She had heard enough; with a sigh to make you cry, she fell forward, catching herself on the edge of the bed and bracing herself. I took my queue in the next heartbeat, taking hold of her hips and pumping myself into her pussy with slow, delicious, unbelievable strokes. Each plunge into her quivering depths was a new miracle that I had to see to believe, and the sight of myself disappearing inside this girl I had come to adore so much was heart-wrenching. But it was pulling out that we shared the full pleasures of sex, sending shocks of pleasure throughout our weakened systems. Each time I drew out, she let loose a soft moan of delight, and each thrust in, I crushed myself into her sweet ass. I noticed her adorable little butthole, and suddenly I wanted to step this entire experience up a few notches, but even thinking about it made me lose control. If seeing my cock hiding itself in her pussy was something, what would it be like to sneak it up her backside? My knees shook, and my gentle thrusts got faster and faster as the vision stimulated my brain, and without warning, a monstrous climax was upon me, and there was nothing I could do about it. "I love you, Mandy," I whispered into her ear as I collapsed onto her, leaving us both beaten and exhausted on the bed. "W-what?" I knew how important her name was to her, how only members of her family were allowed to address her so. My cock shuddered, and cum shot out into her, and before she could really think about what I said, her own orgasm betrayed her and made her shake every bit as badly as me. We were both helplessly lying there, letting our bodies spasm out of control, my seed filling her while my hips involuntarily pushed in to accent my surprise climax. And then comes the fucking interruption. "What're you doing in my room. Who are you? Mandy? Get your boyfriend and get out of here!" I'll just skip forward, shall I? *********** Tiffany walking in on Sally and me making love wasn't really the highlight of my afternoon. Odd, that. Had I not considered it to be making love, I'd've probably asked her to join in. Anyways, I'd finally done up my fly, grabbed my top hat (who the fuck wears top hats any more?), and disappeared out the door. There was the most beautiful sweetheart carriage waiting, driven by none other than Melody, dressed in a tight-fitting blue dress. "Took you long enough," she grinned. "Hop in." Hop in I did, and we chattered as the single large horse trotted us down any number of streets on our way to Reoren's house. I know, normally these lovey-dovey stories start from the girl's perspective with the guy just showing up at the door with his suit and his horse-drawn carriage and his... "Holy shit; I didn't get her any flowers," I cursed, smacking myself in the face. "Relax, would you? You'll do just fine." She reached behind her to pull out a small sprig of mistletoe. "That is no flower," I protested. "Tuck it up behind her ear; she'll love it." "How do you know?" Like I was saying, the story's supposed to start with the guy showing up at the girl's house. But my story is no romance. Sure, I'd just had two very relaxing romps with two rather enjoyable women, but that's about as tame as it possibly gets with me. You ought to know that by now. Anyways... I was about to ask Melody how she knew where she was going, but like always, it took me about one more second to remind myself that those clever little watches Garden people had had maps in them as well as directories. Reo seemed to be expecting us. Indeed, the noise of us arriving precluded her to leap out of the house, shouting, "Hi, Miss Mellie! Hi, Derrick!" Damn. I had wanted to pinch some shock value into the carriage. Take her breath away when I led her outside with my hands over her eyes, you know? But first, what a vision was before me. She did a small pirouette, flashing enticing white stockings through the high cut in her dress and revealing tiny heeled slippers. The entire get-up was lined in the usual poofy white fluff of Christmas, including, unfortunately, the bust of her dress, which encircled straplessly around her chest. Atop it all, she had long, white gloves to match mine and a fur stole with more poofy whiteness. Don't get me wrong; I loved the thing, I just wish her chest didn't have all that fluffy stuff on it. I wanted to see me some... not that she had any, but I like to look at a woman's chest, you know? We embraced for joy once I got out the carriage, but Melody let out a punctuated cough. Upon getting my attention, she shut her eyes and inclined her head, then looked pointedly at my date. Oh yeah. I backed up, took Reo's hand, and bowed steeply, kissing her hand to go with it. She in turn curtsied most elegantly with her flowing dress pooling about her feet. I opened the back door to the carriage, but Melody coughed again. "What now?" I asked in exasperation, making Reo giggle. "Oh, right, flower." I then slid the sprig of mistletoe over Reo's ear, and damn if the little sharp green leaves and red berries didn't match perfectly. Did I forget to mention she had a Santa hat on? She had a Santa hat on. On with the show. I helped her into the carriage (finally), and Melody drove us off the scenic way through the town. Let me tell you, loyal audience, it was getting dark just then, and the Christmas lights were just coming on all through the neighborhood. Melody had slipped a bottle of champagne in, so the three of us sipped away while we trounced through town in the most enchanting setting. Wowzers, and this coming from a rather skeptical guy. We got to the stadium, which was on the west end of town, not very close at all to the university. People were arriving by the trainload, and in as fine attire as we two. We parted from Melody quite fondly, Reo saying to her, "Thanks for the dress." Damn. Wait until Sally hears. When we got inside, we were transported to a magical kingdom of enchantment. Live snowdeer (a new breed; don't ask), ponies, and Huskys tramped freely through the natural playing grass, ready to chew up anything the guests were done snacking on (including the edible plates). Huge pillars were set up to support great ropes of colorful, blinking Christmas lights, and they were mounted with four burning torches each, providing all the light and warmth for the entire event (except for the waiting area). Miles of tables filled with delicious delights, and waiters carrying trays of bubbling or frothing beverages and retrieve them again when they were empty. Women in beautiful gowns and men in dark suits and hats, green and red as far as the eye could see. My own lid was green, in case I left that part out, matching me up with Reo's red. Reo was as enchanted with the whole ordeal as I was, but as far as I was concerned, the whole thing paled in comparison to the stars in her eyes. And there were stars, too. Looking up, we could see the stars starting to peek out of their hidey-holes for the night. I heard back to a time where vehicle pollution got so bad, you couldn't see stars anymore. Fuck that shit. Being in a rather sappy mood, I was overwhelmed with the desire to give Reo such a kiss as I had given Melody and Sally, but she was first to act, citing, "Music! Let's go!" Deep into the fray, there was a group of musicians playing classical twists on Christmas songs. If I wasn't mistaken, I recognized a few key people from the Garden that I had met earlier, including the two red-haired doctors, the wives that were headmistress and lawyer, and the boring psychiatrist. Before I could even ask her to dance, some fresh fucker was already between us. "May I have this dance?" he asked quite abruptly. "That is, if your card is free...?" He was looking to Reo's right hand, and damn if I didn't notice earlier that there was a little card dangling from it along with a small tube. Looked like a tube of lipstick. "Your name, sir?" she asked most politely, and rather than let him spin her around, she wrote his name down on the little card, then excused herself so she and I could have our go. "Okay, what?" I asked, confused. "It's a dance card, silly," she giggled. A guy wants to dance, I write his name down. Throughout the night, I go through the list." "And what do I do? Watch from the snack table?" She giggled again and buried her face into my chest so that we could spin silently and enjoy the music. The song ended in good time, and the guy was quick to find her again to take her up on her offer. For myself, I went off to find an arm of my own to entertain. 4-4-5 Christmas at the Bar Ch. 02 Actually, I was quite glad for the break. While I was looking forward to spending a pleasant evening with Reo, I liked the idea of dancing with whomever I wanted. Now that I looked around a bit, there were easily over a hundred people moving with the music, people of all ages. All I had to do was wander about and pluck one from the tree. What a wonderful night this was about to be. Absolutely nothing could... "Derrick Gains, as I live and breathe." You've got to be kidding me. I turned around to see the one thing that could, as always, make or break more than just one meager day. There, putting Reo's simple white number to shame, was Elizabeth Rebecca Gains, my dear sister, the very one I had been hoping to avoid for a good long time. Her legs weren't showing out of any cuts in her gown nor her arms hidden in sleeves, but there was a generous helping of cleavage (when did she get those?), bare shoulders, and heart-breaking ringlets that I've never seen her wear before. Her dark colors brought out the brightness of her blue eyes, and her body covered from the chest down drew eyes right to the only skin that was showing from beneath the black fur stole crossed neatly around her neck: her breasts. If she'd've been carrying a feather, I would've fallen flat on my back if she got anywhere near me with it. "Good to see you again," she said when she approached. Nice to hear, sure, but the look on her face said otherwise. She was caught in something between a glare and a wicked smile. She curtsied to me; and not able to be rude in public, I bowed to her, and she took her place in my circle so that I'd dance with her. She owned me with her eyes as we slowly spun to some rendition concerning a horse with antlers. Her eyes were scrutinizing every part of me, but I could look nowhere but at her eyes. "You look good," she said matter-of-factly. "Smell good, too." "You too," I answered, though slightly heavier of breath than I expected. For a while, we just danced to the music. It was almost normal; except that deep down, I knew how she felt about me. And deep down, my body was crying for hers. With the length of the song, she pulled ever closer to me, even shooing a man away when he tried to interject for the song's change. It was getting dangerous how close we were getting, and when I felt the whisper of the material in her dress put pressure on my pants, I backed off, but she only pulled in closer. I gave in, letting her pull herself against my hardness. For myself, her chest was locked tight against mine, letting me see her enhanced cleavage right below my eyes. Hers were looking back at me, and with her coy smile, I took the liberty of looking down at her chest as much as I pleased. I also couldn't stop myself from stroking her back ever so softly, rubbing her bare shoulder, even going so far as to push a stray ringlet out of her face and over her ear. I felt her tender body responding to my touch. However she felt, I knew she was enjoying being near me. "I'm glad to see your feelings for your sister haven't changed," she said in a new voice, a softer voice. "In fact..." Her hand unexpectedly retreated to my crotch, which she rubbed heartily for several seconds before sucking her gloved finger into her mouth with relish, "You probably haven't changed at all, have you?" More than anything, I wanted to take her home where we both made our legal addresses and show her how much I loved her. Show her in a way that would make her body ache with pleasure, even make her pregnant. Fuck, I shouldn't've thought that. Becky caught me with a look of far-off pleasure, and her gaze went cold. "Still the same old dog," she said, her voice still seductive. "I warned Reo not to come anywhere near you, and now look at you. Who's this all over you, huh? Do you even know her name?" Now I was getting pissed, which is a hard thing to do when your sister is rubbing herself all over your erection. "What makes you think it's not her?" I insisted. "Because I was there with her all day, trying to convince her to leave you alone while she waited for you." Damn. Caught. "Look, no one ever..." "Of course, no one ever assumes she's going to tame the great Derrick of the North, why even bother?" She was furious now, but she was keeping her composure, not attracting the slightest bit of attention. "Try to explain that to her, but she doesn't want to hear it. So since it's not going to come as any surprise..." Oh god, my sister is reaching down my pants, clutching my cock through my shorts. Stroking it quite vigorously. What do I even have time to think about? "Becky, what the hell are you doing?" I clutched her tightly to myself to conceal her hand from our fellow dancers. She was belligerent and insistent, and fuck help me if it didn't feel the most wonderful feeling I'd felt in any number of months, including any number of forbidden fantasies that I'd been lucky enough to carry out. None of them, and I mean not even close, did they compare to Becky stroking my cock. Even through my pants I could feel the delicacy of her fingers, wrapped in black lace as they were. How did she get so good? Everything in me that resisted, everything that wanted space from her, everything that felt for nice girls like Reo and Mandy, none of it stopped me. I could've pulled her away, but instead I pulled her closer so she could continue clandestinely. I was even clutching tightly to her shoulders, grunting into her hair. My sister, that promised herself to me. Becky, who fucked around and got surrounded by boys she didn't know that didn't care about her who could go from horny to pissed in a heartbeat, if only they had hearts. Becky, who was spread like a whore, accepting man after man... No! Control yourself, idiot. Don't think of them, don't think of yourself in their position, giving her what she never knew she was missing. Don't think of showing her what Mandy and Melody had just gotten, what Reo was about to get, how your own flesh and blood would be the best lover you'd ever have in your... "Becky..." She was immune to my pleading. With my resistance, she stroked me harder; and after I whispered her name, she was more ruthless than ever: "Come for your little sister, Derrick. It's what you always wanted, isn't it?" For the... what, fifth? fourth? time that day, I blew off; and my thunder, it was the best feeling ever to let go right in my shorts, dressed in my finest, and by the hand of my dream girl of all people. For the moment, she was sighing alongside me, enjoying the forbidden pleasure just as much as I was. The smell of her hair alone, I... "Don't worry, she'll find out what kind of man you really are," she hissed, "and she'll recover. Then you can go fuck yourself and all your little girlfriends for the rest of your god-forsaken existence for all I care. She'll always have me and her brother, and the three of us will get along just fine without you." She slipped her hand out of my pants and stared into my eyes, and I felt like I was seeing her clearly for the first time. No, seeing something else. Something I hadn't seen since... "It's your turn, big brother," she smiled, turning around. "My turn?" "I'm not the only one who gets to play." Her ass was tipped up and pressing into my dick, which was still painfully hard despite the immense relief that came with what'll probably be my favorite orgasm ever at that point. She rubbed her dressed-up little butt against me, and it was heaven all over, only this time I couldn't shake the feeling that my sister was leading both of us down a path that would leave us both miserable wrecks. But despite how good she looked, squirming against me to the rhythm of the music, how her developing breasts were thrusting out of her beautiful dress for the world to see, I just couldn't play any further part of it. Even if it was what I wanted, it just wasn't what I wanted. I backed off her at last, just in time for her to skip a sigh of pleasure. Just in time, too. The musicians were taking a break, and couples were thinning out. "Well, maybe next time," she said with a more frustrated sigh. Again, she had captured my eyes with hers, and now my face in her hands. She drew me down to her, and I became stiff. Ha ha, no, not my penis. Well, yes, my penis, but my back more importantly. "Don't flatter yourself," she insisted. "Dance policy: If a lady enjoys the dance, she kisses the gentleman on the cheek." She looked rather elated to be so on top of things compared to my painful ignorance. Just as she said, she gave me one on the cheek, pressing extra hard from side to side with her lips. Odd behavior. Finished, she pulled back, but only an inch. Her breathing was heavier than I thought; mine too. Her eyes were searching for something. I can only guess what she saw in mine, but somewhere in hers, I saw hope, and not hope for the future she was tending towards. For better or for worse, she kissed me, for real this time, full and hard on the lips. This time, my body and mind were the same in choosing to kiss her back; for in that moment, I saw my old sister again, the one that loved me and trusted me. The sister I used to love to spend time with, the one that I felt like I could do anything with, do anything to. Then there was this new sister, some cold-hearted hellion living in my precious sister's shell. This woman who wanted to tease me, to taunt me into submission, to strip away everything wonderful in my life, this woman who I couldn't help but want even if she killed me, and not just because she looked like my wonderful sister. I felt so liberated, kissing my sister like this in public for all to see. Even though she was wearing her "disguise" of little makeup, hair out of her face, and dressed elegantly, there was still the chance we could be recognized, and I didn't care. I didn't care that people would surely notice that we were kissing so deeply, that I was feeling up her breasts and her ass, when we were supposed to be parting and seeking new partners. Funny, seeing as I was so determined only minutes earlier that no one saw her hand down my pants. It just didn't matter. I could die happy no matter what happened that night, for I'd not missed the opportunity to grope her in that enticing dress, such a rare sight for her in her true beauty. Our lips parted, making me feel more empty inside than... too many emotions. She looked me in the eyes and said, "I really do miss you, Derrick." We parted, and she was off for different pastures. Over her shoulder, as though some switch had been flicked, she said, "Thanks for the dance." Well, isn't that just the suck. Now what's gonna cheer me... oomph! "Derrick!" squealed a certain someone who crashed into me with unhindered delight. And here I was still caught up in seeing whether anyone had noticed the "rich" behavior or if I could disappear off to the lavatory to mop up the rather discomfiting wetness in my pants. "Riley?" It was my little buddy, the girl who needed advice on pleasing a woman, the one that came to visit me at the bar every day this week. "Isn't this a college party? Aren't you still in high school?" "Cry got us dates, and we already ditched them." Her arms were flung around my neck and the music had already restarted. "Forgive me; you said she was busy this weekend." "Getting me a dress, the sly fox. And the eight-minute dates." "Smart girl. Sounds like a keeper after all, neh?" She smiled gleefully. For a girl as made-up as she was, her teeth seemed her brightest and best feature. Should've been a cheerleader. "What's her name?" Huh? "What's whose name?" She touched my cheek, right where Becky had... waitaminute... She turned her own cheek, and there was a big fat splotch of lipstick in the shape of a kiss. Wait, no, there were two. I caught on and stopped looking stupid. "Fast night?" "Only seven hours left," she smirked. "Got to make the most of it." That does it. All I'd be able to think about the rest of the night was this giddy little highschooler sneaking into the grownup dance to get as many women as possible to kiss her on the cheek. Each of them spinning her around on the dance grass with her arms thrown around their necks, her smiling up at them with that adorable expression just like she was doing to me. I have to admit, I loved the smile on her face, a smile I had helped her get. And to feel her dancing with me, so refreshing. I don't know how, but she managed to cheer me up in no time at all. "Yeah, to hell with it." "Beg pardon?" "Nothing. Dance with me." "Love to." As we danced, my worries melted away. As pretty as the environs were, I couldn't help but gaze into the little treasure's eyes, enjoying her beauty, untroubled by this bullshit I was encumbered in. The fuzzy beasts with their pronged heads would waddle past us, jingling of sleigh bells. The Huskys would be in near pursuit with innocently wicked looks on their faces until someone distracted them with food. "I want to ask a favor," she said, stroking my cheek lovingly. Wait, lovingly? And what was with that look she was giving me? "Anything for my little buddy." "That's what I like to hear," she giggled. Then she stopped moving and gave me a very direct stare. "I want us to have a threesome." Well, replace my heart with a bullfrog and shove it down my throat. "Umm... you w- you want a... seriously?" And just like that, she didn't look so confident anymore. I can tell from having seen quite a few girls sweep the floor with their eyes. "Come on; we're both just dating, you and I... Cry says I'm missing out on not having a guy, but I don't want someone creepy, you know? I want you." I was more aware of her moving with me now. Her small, sensitive body was soft and warm, and it fit perfectly in my hands and against my body, moved perfectly with me. Could I imagine taking her to bed? Her, who was unknown to man, who wanted a simple girlfriend to marry after they both graduated high school? Did I dare be the first to show her the life-altering flesh of man? "I know we're just friends; heck, we just met, but I know you're... experienced, and I don't want to feel like a total... Derrick? You there?" The musicians saved my by ending their number. "I gotta go piddles; I'll see you laters, alright?" She smiled a sad smile of defeat, but she gave me a big kiss on the cheek all the same, thanking me for the dance. Two trophies so far, and seven hours to go. Sounds fun. I went back to the exit where the toilets lived, and since the stadium wasn't serving thousands of people, I got through the line to turlet fairly quickly. I spent a rather long time in front of the mirror after I cleaned my crotch out, and I wasn't sure I liked what I saw. Two large lipstick marks were good for the ego, but how I had gotten them was questionable. Worse still was that neither of them belonged to my date. I know she and I aren't getting married or anything, but shouldn't this night be about me and her? Stupid serious thoughts. If I was gonna be all noble, I shouldn't've been here at all; Sally was sitting around her father's house doing nothing but getting into fights with her arch-rival Tiffany and cleaning up after the youngsters of the house and their messy friends. Riley was a pure girl that didn't need my influence and Reo obviously had my sister taking better care of her than I ever could. Enough's enough. I took me to the snack tables to settle my angry stomach, and I found the fare to be quite delicious. I watched the tail go by just like the old days, only it wasn't so fun without my boys to back me up as usual. I wondered what Bill were doing, or Sam or Dree. I wondered where Ivy had disappeared to with her two cute sisters, or what Sadie... Sadie? Wasn't I... where was Bill when... this is too confusing. Then I thought about my Salamandy, of course. My Salamandy. My Mandy. I wonder what Sam'd think of that. I wonder what she'd think of that. Would she like a guy like me having a crush on her? She does like me, doesn't she? I hope so. I don't know why, but I think I'd feel like killing myself if she didn't. But then, I used to feel like that about Becky, didn't I? Oh well. Time to worry about the now. "Hey, stranger." To what do my wondering eyes and all that poetic bullshit? "Garnet?" "In the flesh as white as the Christmas snow. Dance?" Once again, I was spinning on the floor. Only I don't know how good a partner I was being, filled as I was with serious thoughts. "Are you gonna ask me what I'm doing here?" she asked. Right, she lives in California. I hadn't seen her since the beginning of summer after Becky and I got ourselves kicked out. "Oh, right. Sorry. Umm... it's nice to see you again." "Thanks for noticing," she grinned. "But seriously, what's with you? You look like you've seen a ghost." "My sister, yeah." "And I'm guessing that's a bad thing. You know how bad I feel for not finding you guys a match." She's a real estate agent for those of you not caught up. She and her husband worked with Becky and me to find a place. Didn't work, but that didn't stop me from fucking her in an alcove of the garden in the big hotel up north. "We found a good place together. In fact, I'm here with the landlady." "Which shade is she?" she asked, looking at my cheek decorations. "She didn't know the rules for our first dance, which is unfortunate. With all the attention she's getting in her dress, might not have any lipstick left for me. What are you doing here, anyways?" "Mom and Dad are playing in the band and Mom's singing. We decided to come along and get the kids out." "That's nice." On we danced. It was nice, being with her again. By all rights I should've been elated, but now that Riley was gone, her cheerfulness left with her. Garnet wasn't slow to notice, sweet woman that she is. "You know, if you wanna feel better, you can kiss me if you like." "You sure?" "Yeah. A little kissing never hurt, and it's great for cheering a person up." I couldn't help but take her up on her offer. We shared several long moments of letting our lips and noses rub together, and I felt the most sweeping sense of elation coming out of her. I decided to just shut my eyes and let my lips take over for me, but it was Becky I was kissing as soon as there was no face to prove me wrong. I began kissing her more aggressively right away. I don't know whether I was losing control of my fantasy or if I was trying to get her out of my head, but she met me halfway, allowing my tongue to ravage hers far too early into such a sweet kiss. She withdrew with a pleased smile. "That was wonderful," she said. "But I'm gonna go ahead and say you seeing your sister wasn't the highlight of your day." "Do you have any brothers?" "Just one, but we didn't grow up knowing about each other." I blinked at her stupidly for an obscene amount of time. "Hey," she interrupted, "if you're not gonna talk to me, then kiss me." I shrugged, and on we kissed. "Do you guys run into problems?" I asked. "Actually, you'll laugh, but we became lovers." "You did? How? Why?" "I was raised with my mom and dad, and Roan was with his mom. We went to school together, and we started dating without anyone telling us what was going on." "Oh, different moms. I get it." "We ended up living close by, but they never told us they knew each other." "When did they tell you?" "We were pregnant before they told us. It wouldn't've mattered to me anyways." "So there's no secret sister program hidden away in there, making you behave strangely to him?" "We goof off, but that's just love. I goof off with my parents." 4-4-5 Christmas at the Bar Ch. 02 "So you have no idea what being a sister is like?" "None at all; sorry. Unless you're trying to sleep with yours, that is," she laughed. I didn't. "Oh. I see. I take it she didn't like that idea?" "Yeah." I was short on words now that someone finally wanted to talk to me about it. Bummer. "Hey!" "Huh?" "I said, kiss me if you're not gonna talk." "But it was just..." She cut off my blathering with her words, and from then on, each new word was spoken with our lips still touching. "I'll leave you alone about, just tell me you didn't straight-up tell her you thought she was foxy or some nonsense." "Actually, I never told her. A friend's sister found out I said I had a crush on her, that's it." "So explain to her that you don't want to?" "That's just it. I do want to." She cut me off to take a kissing break, kissing deeply at my admission of my lust for my sister. Her hand went down to feel my pants; to see whether I was turning myself on or if she was, I couldn't guess. She seemed hungrier. Thinking of me with Becky was turning her on too. "Have you actually talked to her about it?" She'd stopped teasing my leg and was rubbing my cock openly with the palm of her hand. "I don't mean to be a wet blanket, Garnet, but things just got all out of hand. There was this big fight; I think I really stepped on her toes big time." "Well, you know your own business best, I suppose. As long as you care for her, truly and dearly, and not just for sex, then that's all that matters." "But I do! I love her!" "A little louder, maybe? But don't tell me, tell her." "If I can find her again..." "Good luck," she concluded, kissing me on the cheek, adding to my collection. That really threw me for one. A seemingly normal woman and her equally red-haired husband were actually brother and sister; and by the sound of it, they had kids, too. I entertained the idea that it wasn't her brother she married, but she called him "Roan," and the guy who introduced herself as her husband said his name was "Rubious Roanoak." Ruby, garnet. Eden, North Carolina; Roanoak Rapids, North Carolina. It all fit. Wow. Married. Here I had never heard of a brother and sister hooking up until spring of that year, now there were siblings that were married couples. The possibilities seemed endless when I allowed myself to think about them, but for what? Becky hates me now. ************88 Given my choices, I decided to linger around the dancing grass. I wanted to bump into my date, but instead, I caught sight of Becky surrounded by men and an even wider circle around her was formed by jealous women. I decided to try the delicious snack bar again rather than watch her flirt with anything that stared at her chest rather than her face. I sampled the many types of bubbly available, and it was working wonders on my mood. And did I ever need it. As for Garnet's idea, she was right: Kissing had done me a world of good. The more I kissed her, the less she resembled my sister in my mind. It made me remember the time we had sex, but then I started wondering what it'd be like to have sex with Becky, even more so to marry her, and then I'm back to square one. You know how sometimes you need an angel in the works to fix things for you? It was like that then as I stood there between the fat goose on bread and the black fish eggs on toast. I had Riley to help me out before, and then Garnet, but I was alone again, and I confess I needed more moral support. Matter of fact, Riley showed up again. She was snuggled up with someone obscenely attractive (big surprise there, given the town we were in) in a way that makes it hard to tell who starts where. It was time for a change. A new, more direct Derrick Gains. One that wasn't butter for his abusive sister to melt. I walked right up and introduce myself with my lips on Riley's neck without waiting for her to untwine herself from whoever it was she had latched on to. Given how our last conversation ended, I thought it might be the encouragement she needed to make her feel like I had taken considerable consideration of her request. She parted from her partner with a noisy lip-smacking (love it when girls do that of their own accord) and turned to face me. "Hey, you!" I got another kiss hello, followed by one from her girl mate, to whom I had yet to be introduced. "This him?" she asked. "Derrick, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Crisis. Cry, this is Derrick, the guy from the bar." "He's gorgeous, just like you said." I got another affectionate kiss from Crisis, who sent the adorable Riley off to enjoy the party so she and I could talk business. "That's an interesting dress," I said from our turning spot on the dancing green. She did a spin for me, and indeed, "Crisis Upon Us" was written down the bias of her shimmery little dress, which wasn't quite as glorified as what Reoren, Becky, and Riley were wearing. Come to think of it, Garnet's was lower-profile as well, little more than a stone-red tube covering her from breasts to knees. "We cheerleaders made our own dresses," she explained, "and we all put our names on them." "Righteous. What's your name name?" She shrugged ignorantly; we began to dance. "She told you, right?" "You mean about the nudge nudge?" She nodded. "I barely know her, man. Aren't the two of you getting on just fine?" "I thought it'd help her relax, you know? She's really afraid of boys." "And you're not?" She shrugged. "I think it's okay to have sex, but she's pretty weird about the idea, like she's only allowed to try anything unconventional once she gets into college. You've been around; do you think it's a good idea?" "I think a person should be able to get down how she likes," I philosophied, "but I never had no three-ways when I was in high school. I mean, you still live with your parents, right?" "But you don't, college boy," she said with an enticing smile. "I actually didn't get back into college this semester," I explained warily. What had Riley told her? "I was on a trip with the kids to Romania or somewhere; Riley and me met about eight seconds after I got back." "Anyways, Ry's a really sweet girl, and I don't want her to get hurt. I think that if she didn't end up with me, she'd probably wanna hook up with you, but you don't strike me as the settling type. Would you be happy, dating just her?" I cast an eye off in the direction the little girl had gone. "I donno. I'm beginning to doubt my old ways now that I've been around the block a few times." "But Ry, she hasn't done all that yet. If it's with you, she'll be able to do it once, and you're already friends, so you're just being there for her in that sense, and she can keep being gay if she wants." "What about you?" "Me, I've had enough dick to where I don't need to complain about it for a few months, and her pussy is sooo soft." I couldn't help but grin appreciatively. "Besides," she purred, "I never said anything about swearing off dick, and neither did she. It just so happens that we ended up together and neither of us carry that equipment. But you do. Just call this our lucky day." "Lucky day, call it? Yours, not mine?" "From where I'm standing, yeah. I mean, seriously. Ry, she really cares about me. She puts more effort into one date than any guy has ever put into the entire month I put up with him. I want to keep her around, you know? With your help, neither of us have to go cock-free, and no disastrous strain on our relationship. She made sure to point out you were dating someone, you know." "I hope it doesn't turn you off to be contradicted by a male peer, but I think you'll find I'm the lucky one. I never guessed you'd be so beautiful, and I never once hoped Riley would be able to see anything but your eyes in her future or her bed." "Two scrumptious high school girls, yours for the night, no attachments, with probable returns? How about it, stud? When's the last time you had virgin blood on that dick of yours?" Now I was getting interested. "You mean you haven't popped her yet?" "I don't get to finger her much; not her pussy, anyway," she smiled slyly, "she said she wanted to wait a while to see if a strapping older man came along. Call it my fault for telling her there's nothing like having your hymen broken by a man's prick." She squeezed down on my cock just like everyone else I danced with that night. Jeeze. I mean, I'm not complaining or anything. Yay women. "You've been dating for all of five days...?" "I know, right? I thought we were gonna get tea or something like girls do together, but she took me to the burger place, got me all fat, then took me straight to bed. Made me come like... Well, you know, you've been so helpful to her... to us." I was still thinking of something clever to say, or perhaps an answer for her, but she interrupted me with one of those reckless, hot cheerleader kisses. Me, I was never much for cheerleaders back when I was in high school, but it was nice to know they weren't getting any older as I got on in life. The exciting young girl left me in peace after giving me the required kiss on the cheek just above her girlfriend's mark, telling me they were getting a room in a few hours and that they'd be waiting. I still had plenty of nothing to do, so I wandered about freely, having a game of "who would I fuck?" There were girls that attracted plenty of attention, there were guys as well, and I amused myself walking through the grass seeing everyone interact. I was beginning to miss my boys at this point, though. "Who would I fuck" wasn't the same game without them or a mighty pint of delicious pale. Or dark; I'm more in the mood for dark by moonlight. A few girls pulled me aside for a dance, and dance we did. I wrote my name on their card; they got more lipstick on my face. Actually, no matter what my mood was, I couldn't shake the desire to get my cock inside of one of these well-dressed ladies. Guess Becky was right: some things never change. I found Reo again at last, her dance card as packed with names as my face was with lipstick. She glued herself to me to hear all about my night, though I didn't bother asking her about any of the men she'd danced with. When someone approached her with claim to her hand, she gave them about two minutes each, keeping me always nearby. It was on one of those excursions that I noticed a certain spot on her neck, just below her ear. A dark spot. Lipstick. I knew that shade, too. "I see you ran into my sister," I said, my mood involuntarily darkening. "Yeah, she told me you were up to your old tricks again tonight," she said casually, draping her arms over my neck for yet another dance. I imagine her feet must've been getting rather tired by then; she couldn't've taken a break yet with so many scribbles covering the small folded card dangling from her wrist. "I'd say 'same old Beck,' but this is rather new behavior on her part, in my defense." "Whatever; I already told both of you I can make my own decisions. What do you want to do? You know, when the dance is over...?" What, indeed. What fragile relationship I'd begun with her was quickly spiraling into something more, and I could feel her waiting for me to take that step with her. It was at least two hours later after we'd sat and chatted for a while and I'd gotten some more drink in her before I started talking to her about what I "might" like to do that night. I made a point of scaring all the men away that approached so as not to be interrupted, and I think she liked the idea of me being protective of her. "I was hoping we could make it a quiet night, just the two of us," I said warmly. "I'd like that." And indeed, a smile was quickly infecting her face. "Only..." She groaned; she was expecting bad news, it seemed. "Not your sister again..." "No, nothing like that. I've got this friend, and she told her girlfriend about me, and..." "Girlfriend?" "Yeah. I didn't get around explaining to them that I wasn't leaving without my date before they took off." "Leaving? Date? I'm sorry; what are you trying to say?" "They invited me to spend the night with them. They know I came with a date, but..." I looked into her eyes in a surge of sincerity, "...I didn't make it clear I wasn't leaving without her." "Derrick... That's just a misunderstanding; are they still here? Maybe we could... all go to dinner or something?" I took her hands in mine, still looking her in the eye. We naturally squared off, sharing a rather interesting, if awkward moment. Here I'd just offered her a most wonderful night (more according to her own imagination than my promises), and now she was prompting me to chase after two grade-school dorsal fins with her hunting them by my side, trading in her dolphin whistle for a set of shark's teeth. I don't think I've ever been so touched. "It may be too late." "See, that's your thing," she huffed, rolling her eyes and grabbing me by the hand, "you give up too easily. Let's go." "One more dance." I twirled twirled Reo, her eyes alight with laughter, mouth stretched into the largest smile I'd ever seen on her face. "Look Derrick, it's snowing," she said with an enchanting glow. We both looked up, and snowflakes lightly frosted our faces. She stuck out her tongue to taste the frozen water, and for a moment I could see her as a child; naive, wondering, and very lovely. I drew her closer and kissed her softly. 4-4-5 Christmas at the Bar Ch. 03 Our carriageur was nowhere in sight, but a lazy horse ride wouldn't've served us much anyhow. We made for the nearest trolley, which didn't contain our quarry departing from the party, but we hopped on it anyway, holding white-gloved hands and grinning like idiots. When the trolley got under way, she surreptitiously rested her head on my shoulder. I reached up and ran my fingers along her hairline and under her ear. I leaned down, and whispered to her, "Have you thought about it? Us? Spending the night together?" I felt her shift slightly in my grasp; she nodded after a moment's hesitation. "And did you enjoy it, this vision in your mind?" She nodded again. "I'm jealous," I further whispered. And then she spoke. "Why?" "Because this person in your head, he knows how to please you. He does everything you want without you asking him to, and he makes you come like no one else can. That is why I'm jealous." She neither spoke this time, nor nodded. She began to quiver. "Will you tell me?" She slowly leaned up straight, and looked me in the eye. "Will you tell me how to be this guy in your head? Will you teach me how to please you?" She nodded slowly, quivering almost violently now, with her little ears turning red. "What did I do first?" "F-first... y-you k-kissed me." "More." "It was the longest, most beautiful kiss in the wmmmfgh!" I cut her short, kissing her straight away, and I didn't stop until the trolley had run all the way to the Big Hotel in Up North a Ways, North Carolina. Any time anyone says "get a room," that's the place to go. Only problem was the front desk. "Yes?" the concierge asked. "Two of them, formal wear, got a room together, answer to the names of Crisis and Riley...?" He nodded like everything was perfectly normal, got on the phone, and chatted back and forth for a while with me and Reo looking like idiots in our outfits. "Top-floor suite," the man said. "But there must be some mistake," Reo argued. "They said they were just getting a room." "They say they're expecting you; the private elevator will take you." We shrugged, and we went. I'd never been that high in the hotel before. The elevator took us all the way to the top such that the doors opened up inside the room itself. And waiting for us in the hall were our marks themselves. "Hey, guys! Glad you could make it! What made you change your mind?" Oh, wow. First off, there were Crisis and Riley; Crisis was barefoot and Riley was without her dress (but still with her heels and stockings on), and Riley looking quite tipsy. Further in, there was a large collection of young women and a few boys grooving on their feet to some bad music in the main room. There was a mountain of snacks on room service trays and two huge bowls of liquid. In fact, the two girls were holding a glass each. Riley handed me one full of the green stuff, and Crisis had one of red for Reo. "Umm... hi," says Reo. Introductions time? "So, yeah," says me. "Reoren, this is my buddy I told you about, Riley. The saucy thing decorating her arm is Crisis." "We've met," Reo says, shaking hands with both. Wait, doing what?" They caught my expression. "What's wrong?" the nosy Crisis asked. "We went to high school together, you know." "If you must know, I thought that was a very dispassionate greeting." "How so?" "How so? I'll show you how so." Riley and I, we hadn't done this yet, and I'm gonna go ahead and assume she hadn't done much kissing, hello or otherwise. Now's as good a time as any, seeing as what they invited us over for; I leaned in, and she accepted a short kiss to her lips, but I persisted there. She felt a little awkward when I began prodding her with my tongue in all of three seconds, but she relaxed after a moment and answered with her own. I immediately backed off and smiled, then moved in for Crisis. She was much quicker on the uptake, and I got me a shiver of anticipation from kissing her. "See? A proper greeting." Reo was used to such things of course, so she was all for it in kissing Crisis, and Riley was ready by then, though she still didn't figure out she was supposed to use her tongue right away, so Crisis and I got to watch for a few extra seconds while our girls worked it out. "Wanna eat something?" Riley offered. She was quite the little sprite, buzzing off like a giddy little kid. Crisis followed her, leaving the two of us to our drinks that we still hadn't tasted yet. "Umm... Derrick?" "Yeah?" "Did you know...?" "They were partying? No; they said they were just gonna get a room and spend the night together, hopefully with me. I was gonna ask them if we could share since, you know, they didn't know about you, maybe they still wanted to hang out." Reo and I looked at each other for a few seconds, then the noise distracted our eyes to the collection of bodies just a few paces off. "Fuck it, Merry Christmas," she said, clinking her glass on mine, and she started pulling on it. I gave mine a swig as well, but it was horrible. "Ugh! This tastes like pure alcohol!" she bitched before I could get there. "Bad alcohol at that," I added, but she didn't seem to know any better, so she "swallowed the pain" so to say, and drank it down with a pained expression. Me, I had a much more difficult time, being used to more quality ingredients in my beverages. I had hoped for something with a little Midori or something, but it tasted like the green in mine was nothing more than food coloring. Highschoolers. We adjourned to the food tray, where Crisis had propped Riley up on the table to resume making out with her. How adorable were they, with Riley's heeled foot wrapping itself around her girlfriend's waist? Pretty darn adorable, I say. I interrupted them with a hand on Crisis' shoulder, Reo right next to me. "What's up?" "Talk in private?" "Da. We're not in trouble, are we?" We made a wide circle around the dancing forms to find a strangely unused room in the back of the suite. It had a bed, which the two inviting girls plopped down on. "You guys enjoying the party so far?" Crisis asked. "It's just that I didn't know you guys were going to a party," I explained. "Not that I mind, of course. And I didn't have time to say anything about bringing Reo." Reo snuggled up to my side, elated to be remembered. "It's totally cool," Crisis said. "We were going to get a room, but this place was booked for fuck-all, so we came up here. It's a cheerleader gig, so I can invite whomever I want. Just enjoy yourselves, alright?" I was satisfied, but it seems Reo wasn't, not quite yet. "Umm... I'm sorry for asking, but did you still want Derrick to spend the night with you?" The two girls shared a quick look, then Crisis answered, "Yeah, that'd be great. Why? Did you wanna join?" Whatever Reo thought about that idea, my attention was diverted to Riley, who suddenly looked uncomfortable. Crisis caught on rather quickly, and had a private conference with her, which involved several hushed whispers and ended with a punctuated kiss on Riley's neck. I imagined Becky kissing Reo like that. They returned to us anon, Crisis offering, "If you want to, that's totally cool, only Riley had a hard enough time thinking about three people in bed, you know? It's just an adjustment she needs a few hours to get used to. But it helps that you're a girl, really." Reo had something of a weird look on her face, and I still wasn't sure what she expected of me. She only came this far to take the two out to dinner after all, not party with a bunch of distracting high-school girls and boys. Rats. "Anyway, we don't have to worry about that now," Crisis said with an abundance of Christmas cheer and lifting Riley to her feet, "let's just enjoy the party for now. We'll probably be too drunk by the time everyone nods off to worry about it, right?" Sounded like reasonable advice. Reo allowed me to lead her off by the hand back to the front room, where clothes seemed to be dropping off everyone in record time. Reo and I got to dancing, and it was most excellent to get to the down and dirty with her after "swaying with the breeze" all frikking evening long. Several people cut in just like the last party, but with some twenty square feet of room, we weren't worried about getting separated like before. Riley managed to get Crisis' dress off, but she wasn't sure how to take it when Crisis would grab a random guy or girl out of the mess to make out with. Several such girls tried the same with me, but I'd had quite enough. I had perhaps three women on my plate tonight; I didn't want to add to the difficulty rating. Then again, these girls were hot, hot, hot. Probably weren't even freshmen by the time I was a senior in high school. All of them seemed to be in a competition to out-slut each other, involving rubbing up against the most people, making out with the most people, or losing the most clothes in the shortest amount of time. The first girl to lose everything up top got yanked out and off to the unknown, and that was the beginning. In pairs or threes or fours, people left the floor for the bedroom, the bathroom, or wherever else was secluded. Crisis caught Riley looking sad from the promiscuous kissing, and she started making out with her once more, landing her on the couch and starting to work on her breasts. I looked just in time to see one of the few guys trying to pull Reo away. I interrupted, aided by Reo's resistance, and we joined the two girls on the couch. Rather than make room for us, Crisis lied Riley down properly on the bed, then yanked Reo alongside her. I mounted Reo next to Crisis, and we managed our girls with gusto. I had lost my coat and my cummerbund and my shoes and my hat, but Reo was still tip-top in her beautiful gown and Santa lid on her perfect hair. I started unlacing her, helped by a tipsy pair of girls next to us, and we all three worked Reo's dress off her shoulders and down her waist. She was still wrapped in a tight corset, panties, and stockings, but that was a good start. We two pairs made out pretty heartily, spurred on by those who remained in the room to keep dancing or feeding, though mostly everyone was interested in sex by then. Crisis was the one to let hands wander, sliding her hand up Riley's arm and down Reo's, and eventually right onto Reo's small breast. I joined in, feeling Crisis' ass and Riley's thighs, which inspired Riley's leg to get rather twiny with Reo's. Reo's hand started working on my crotch. When Crisis caught sight of that, she took hold of Riley's hand and put it with Reo's. Her fingers were a little cautious at first, but Reo and Crisis petting them got her to work up the courage to grip my dick. Crisis and I then turned together to enjoy a small slice of heaven while our two girls worked to unbind me. When I ran my hands along her tight ass and her plush breasts, I was reminded of Sadie's similar hard cheerleader body. I don't know about you, but despite all the fucking I'd recently done, I felt like I hadn't gotten any in months, and it'd take more than a few rings around the rosey to get me to relax, you know what I mean. My cock was out of my pants, Riley had rolled to the side to rub Reo's pussy while kissing her, Crisis was fingering Riley from behind, and I was having my way with Crisis. Panties were starting to loosen up, so it looked like the main event was on its way. "Reo, baby," Crisis asked, "do you mind if Riley takes the first turn with your man? For her first time, and all." Riley, not surprisingly, looked incredibly nervous. "Not at all," Reo said. "I'm looking forward to it." With their minds made up, they got up and began refiling, but I had something to say in the matter too. "I'm out to start with Reo; but don't worry, there's plenty left for you both," I said smoothly to the two others. "No really, it's okay, Derrick," Reo reassured me. "She shouldn't have to go seconds for her first time with a guy." Crisis was nodding firmly, and again the two went back to business as though things were decided. To me she whispered with a hiss, "You didn't tell me she was gonna get you to devirginise her!" "Too many other details; I forgot," I hissed back, but not unkindly. "You see, Riley," I said to Riley so the other two could hear, "this is what I said about peer pressure." Poor Riley was looking scared, and now she was confused as well. "I really want to make your first time special for you, and you're very important to me, but Reo..." I turned to look at Reo, who was gently floored by my proclamation, "I've been hoping for a long time now for this opportunity, and I was especially looking forward to making love to her tonight, and I want to take the chance while it's in front of me. Is that okay?" She quickly assured me that it was fine with her and Reo seemed far too impassioned to put up further resistance, so it was only Crisis that stood in the way, and Riley was able to put her in check with a mere glow. So, with Riley pulling Crisis off the couch so they could watch close-up from the floor, I pulled Reo's panties off (she just looked too damn good in her corset and stockings and heels), and Crisis helped me with my pants. "Wait, what're you doing?" Reo asked when I started backing my body down hers. "Starting from the very beginning." "You ate me out once already," she whined. "I want you inside me, now." "You tell him, girly-girl," Crisis affirmed. Oh well; when surrounded by cheerleaders... I inched my way back up, kissing all the flesh I could find (there was a bit heart cut out right in the middle of her corset, starting at her navel and ending just at the swelling of her breasts), I lined myself up, like a person does, and thrust home. And just like that, my loyal audience, I saw the light: My third woman that day, and I could say with unwarranted confidence that I loved all three of them. Melody, who I had never met but knew by reputation; Salamandy, who had let me within the protection of her confidences; and Reoren, who was supposed to be just another girl, yet so much was hidden in there I wanted to share of. This new thing, this strange affection, it was a new kind of sex that made the old kind seem like gross child's play. Wheres before I would've just fucked Reo silly with a small handful of tricks, now I was enjoying the natural connection born in the differences in our bodies. While our bodies were made to interlock and shoot off signals of pleasure, our minds were made to interact as well. Jesus, have I ever turned into a sap. Long story short, Reo was a girl I had known for a relatively short time, but she and I got on very well, and it was a great pleasure for me to be allowed to have this experience with her instead of me just using her like I do all the others, feeling used myself. I felt loved by her, and I wanted to love her for it. It didn't take long for her to come. After she did, I figured we may as well take advantage of the purported threesome. I reached back grabbed Crisis, who joined me in a kiss. Always a pleasure fucking one girl and kissing another, for those of who that don't know. I pulled her head down to Reo's chest, and she began sucking her nipples (after pulling down her corset just a few inches, that is). Next was Riley; her head I turned to face Reo to get the two of them kissing so Reo could feel the same kind of pleasure I was getting. She came again with the two girls' help while I continued to ride her, and I backed them off in a few minutes for a big finish while they watched. "Where do you want me to come?" I breathed hotly into her neck. "Come wherever you want," she gasped in pleasure. "Even inside you, pretty girl?" "Come inside me; please, god, come inside me..." Three for three, or should I say four for five? More like five. My cum came gushing forth with glee, though it was sadly overshadowed by the cheap thrill my sister had given me hours earlier. But Reo took it wonderfully, coming when she felt it squirting into her. "How much for another one of those?" she asked dizzily. I smiled and kissed her one last time, still with my cock twitching and her cunt squeezing around it. "Have you ever eaten a girl out, pretty girl?" I asked sweetly. She shook her head with a nervous smile. I got up out of her and pulled her back by her legs so that she was sprawled properly on the couch. Crisis was easily pulled into position with the slightest touch, mounting Reo's face, looking down on her. "Watch closely," she said to her girlfriend, who seemed uncertain in her drunken stupor as Reo's tongue came out to taste the luscious cheerleader. "Your turn now." "Huh?" I pulled her back to the other end of the couch, between Reo's legs. "You see that?" I said, pointing at the bony pelvis. "Your cum's leaking out of her," she giggled. "It's your job to lick that up," I encouraged, and I guided her head down. True enough, she began licking up the slime that had been left over from my coupling with my landlady. Former. While Crisis seemed to be singing in pleasure already, it was suddenly doubled. I saw her getting wild on Reo's face, looking back to see her girlfriend eating out another girl, and Reo seemed to be getting off rather quickly from the vicious attack by Riley, and her moans were going right through the vulnerable Crisis, who was thoroughly enjoying watching her girl eat my date's pussy. I got up, satisfied, and kissed Crisis yet again. "You're pretty good at this," she purred. She was grinding her face against my date, making both their tits jiggle. "It's a living. I want her to eat my cum out of you, too, before this night is through." "Bold, aren't you?" "Promise me," I said, rubbing her ass gently, letting my fingers creep closer into her crevice. "I promise, big boy," she said, on the verge of orgasm. I made her to rub her ass under my hand, then further encouraged her to rub her asshole, not stopping until she slipped her middle finger inside with a sigh. Then it was my turn to join the fun; I took a seat on the couch arm, resting my feet on either side of Reo's head. Crisis, always on top of things, leaned forward to take my cock into her mouth, tasting my cum along with Reo's. Then, sneaky bitch, sucked her finger for a moment, and shoved it up my ass. We did our thing for a good many minutes, each of us enjoying ourselves, only I felt a bit sorry for Riley, who was working very hard in making Reo come (quite a bit better than I had), yet no one was looking after her. Good, though. She'd be fresh for me. Despite all the noise that was going on, I heard some soft moaning from the other side of the room, and I saw a blond and brunette cheerleader quietly entwined in lovemaking. I told Crisis to go one more. "Can you take it?" she asked me cheekily. "I can if you can." It was the slightest bit uncomfortable, her getting a second finger up me arse, but not so much when there's an expert cocksucker doing a fine job on me. I was more concerned with her fingering herself, which she seemed to enjoy. Then, to our surprise for sheer volume, Reo came again, harder than ever. "Oh my god, stop," she complained, "I can't take it anymore. Jesus, where'd you learn that?" "Guilty," I admitted. "Hey! I helped!" Crisis insisted. "Yeah, you laid on your back real well," I laughed. That was of course a reference to how Riley practiced her pussy-feasting abilities on an imaginably prone Crisis. "Alright, fucker." Crisis' eyes were hungry. "Scrumptious meal, get ready to..." "Oh, no you don't," shot Reo, who seemed to have gotten in the mood, and who had caught sight of my erect erection. "She waited long enough for that." 4-4-5 Christmas at the Bar Ch. 03 "Oh, right," Crisis admitted. "Bitch, into position. How do you want it?" "Umm... like... oh god; what was your name?" "Reoren, cutie," Reo giggled, shaking the squeamish girl's hand. "And may I say, thank you for the orgasms, and I hope you make frequent use of my phone number." Riley replied with a rather yummy kiss. "You tasted heavenly. Anyways, I want it like you had it, please." She was looking overly nervous again. "Dibs on the cream filling!" Reo called in laughter. "She's my girlfriend!" Crisis insisted. "He's not commin' in me!" Riley protested. I'd gotten on top of her by then. Damn, she was bonier than Reo. I might break something if I did her as hard. "Ry, you've got to! It's the best; only for your first time, alright?" Crisis stopped her girlfriend from answering with kisses, and I enjoyed myself on the young girl's tender neck. I also got Reo to help out, somewhere around the chest region I think. "You know, when a girl gets you off, it's good manners to kiss her," I reminded her. She nodded giddily and moved Crisis out of the way so she could plant one more on Riley, something a bit more involved than their second introduction. Then Crisis demanded hers, so Reo kissed her in turn. Riley still didn't seem to care for it. I helped her along, kissing her ear and rubbing my cock against her dripping pussy. "Are you ready?" I asked her. "Umm... I donno, Derrick..." I nodded agreeably. "If it's alright with you, I'd like you to watch Reo with Crisis more." "Do they have to?" she squeaked. "Come on, baby," Crisis said. "It's not like we're fucking everybody. Let's share, even just a little. No regular thing, of course. Anything you want." I was cheating a little, running my hands along Riley's skinny legs, encased in her pretty stockings. "Please?" Reo added. Hell, I couldn't say no to that. Riley gave the tiniest nod, making Reo squeal in delight and give her one last kiss. Crisis was also excited; she sat right next to Riley's head, and Reo dove in. Me, I continued kissing all of Riley that I could find, especially her tiny dark nipples. Finally she asked me to kiss her, and we shared a long, noisy kiss that got her really warmed up. I grabbed my cock and teased her entrance with it; at last her hips began to thrust out in response, and she was cuddling my sides with her knees. "Look up," I whispered to her. She did, and she saw her girlfriend's face contorted in pleasure. Crisis reached down to stroke Riley's face; Reo continued to give Riley emotional support by caressing her side, seeking and grabbing hold of her hand. Their fingers intertwined, and I, feeling saucy, pulled Crisis' fingers towards Riley's mouth; Riley sucked them up without a second thought. Crisis looked down at me with a wild expression, and I raised my eyebrows at Reo between her legs. She grinned, then settled her other hand there, making Reo suck her other fingers. If only the two girls knew where they'd been. We continued on like that, me teasing Riley with my cock and Reo using what practice she'd just gotten from Riley to do a better job on Crisis the second time around. Crisis came a little quietly, but she had a very satisfied expression her face. "Thank you," she whispered down to her girl. That was when I struck. "Nhaaah!" Riley cried, and everyone in the room (all six of us) knew she had just lost her virginity, such as it was. I churned her up slowly with my cock, enjoying her wonderful tightness, kissing her with a great passion. She was clinging to my body, pulling me in. As it goes, it took a little longer than both of us wanted for me to get all the way inside her, but once we fit together, she cried out in pain. "Jesus, it's big!" she shouted, no longer the introverted little girl at that moment. "Cry, why didn't you tell me it was so fuckin' big? I feel so full!" Crisis was spurred on by her girlfriend's sudden dirty mouth, and she changed seats from in front of Reo's face to on top of Riley's. Riley held onto her ass for all she was worth while I pounded into her pussy. "Fuck off out of the way," I said to Crisis with a slap on her ass. "We're tryin' to make love over here." "God, not so deep, Derrick; go slow." "Go fuck yourself, college boy," Crisis sneered back. "Well, at least turn over and let a brother give you a hand." That, she did. I dove into her pussy for the first time, and there was a certain enthusiasm for eating out a high school cheerleader that I couldn't hold back, and it made me pump into Riley even harder, making her scream out in her first climax of the night. "Slower, slower," she insisted, and I slowed down a bit, leaving her girlfriend's pussy for a bit to share her first inter-coital climax kiss with her. "Deeper." "Good for you?" "Wonderful. More?" "Anytime you ask, beautiful. A man doesn't turn down tightness like this when he's in his right mind." She giggled and squeezed down on me with her pussy, sending shivers throughout me. Here I thought we were set to have a long, arduous fuck since I'd gone however many times that day, but she was really testing me. "She tastes so good," I added, remembering the taste on my lips she was kissing off. "I know. Thanks for all your help with her, and thanks for this." I smiled and kissed her sweet lips again. "Stick out your tongue." She did, like I was going to attack her with a tongue depressor. I took a hold of Crisis' hips and pulled her down gently, then lifted Riley's head up so that Crisis' asshole fell perfectly onto her tongue. The cute little girl began licking wildly, again grabbing her hips to pull her face up more tightly into her girlfriend. I resumed my work on Crisis' pussy, not forgetting how yummy she is. "Holy shit!" Crisis shouted at the duel attention. "What's she doing? Christ, what is that girl doing?" Her cries bought her the attention of the two young lovers on the other side, who finally dropped what they were doing to watch the show. Reo came up to have a look; I snuck a hand around and slipped a few fingers into her pussy, feeling its slickness from my sperm. "It looks like... wow; is she eating out your ass?" Crisis was beyond talking and well into moaning; she yanked Reo up by the hair and kissed her ferociously. "How could you stand the taste?" Reo continued to babble. "I didn't hear you complaining," Crisis giggled. "Huh?" she blinked stupidly, and the cheerleader shoved her fingers back into her mouth. Reo sucked them lovingly yet again before catching on. She might've had something to say about it, but that was when I snuck a finger out of her pussy to tickle her asshole. "Derrick, don't!" she squealed, half playful, half unsure. "Shh... relax, baby, just take it." Crisis herself reached around Reo to take over her ass with her wet fingers; I went back to the two in her pussy. Mmm... pussy. One in my hand, one in front of my face, and one wrapped around my cock. I resumed thrusting into Riley, who had plenty of time to recover from her orgasm. She had to moan a bit for it, but she kept her grip on her girlfriend and continued licking her ass. "Get it in deep," I whispered into Crisis' pussy. Riley then spread her cheeks wide and jammed her tongue in harder, but Reo was the one to yelp; Crisis must've heard me and jammed her finger all the way into Reo's unused asshole. "Fuck; this guy eats pussy like a girl," Crisis moaned. She and Reo were back into kissing at full force, and Riley and I had worked up a rhythm to where we could thrust harder into each other without sacrificing our attention on Crisis. I didn't mind; I wanted to pound away at her as hard as I had Reo, but Reo hadn't been a virgin, and I liked being able to keep Riley connected to her girlfriend, whom she was so attached to. It was one of the biggest challenges I can ever remember, fingering Reo, eating out Crisis, and fucking Riley. But I was in the zone; nothing could stop me. In time I was pounding away with the help of Reo clutching her breasts, Reo was bucking and shaking on my fingers with Crisis poking into her ass, and Crisis was losing her usual composure with Riley doing her own thing from underneath. The longer it went on, the more natural it came to me, the less I had to think about it, and the more I was able to enjoy the wonderful feeling. Not only was Riley disgustingly tight in her maiden voyage, Reo and Crisis bucking their hips on my hand and face were indescribable. I get plenty of pleasure from just eating or fingering a girl, but this was too much. Just to make sure I didn't finish the race too early, I turned a special trick on Riley, using a certain upward thrust as her hips fell down to put pressure on the topside of her pussy. I did the same with Reo, only I was able to push directly on the backside of her clit, push, and send shivers through my fingers. Crisis, all I had to do was suck her huge clit. Like magic, all three of them started sounding off. I was grunting along with them. Reo was the first to lose control; no girl was able to resist the double fish hook. Crisis' voice turned high-pitched until she was squeaking, and Riley switched keeping hold of her girlfriend's hips to grab mine, grinding them into hers as hard as possible, taking my cock deeper into her than I thought a virgin capable of. I felt it, felt it, felt it... My hand was shaking like crazy on Reo's pussy; she was screaming in utter ecstasy; pussy juice was pouring down my chin from Crisis' climax, and I withdrew my hips to pound hard into Riley a few last times, the hard blasts onto her cervix sending her over the edge. Our joined hips kept my cock firmly locked in place, and I felt my own orgasm set loose with delicious finality, and I finished with a few short thrusts in and out to give my cock that last bit of encouragement it needed to fire off its load within the shaking little brunette. As a bonus, the two girls that had sat nearby to watch us had fingered each other to a climax to match ours. Six at once, not bad. I collapsed onto the little girl, feeling the last of my cum squirt out inside her. "I love you, I love you, I love you," she panted into my ear, utterly spent. Crisis fell forward to hang over the couch arm; Reo simply crumpled to the floor, displacing my tired fingers. The two got up and stretched, but Riley stayed still with me. In fact, she held me tight by the head. "D-did you hear me?" she asked, almost in tears. "I did," I whispered quietly just to her. "And I'm flattered. Do you want me to love you too? I'll always be there for you, you know. You're a close friend, and I'm not letting you go for anything short of aliens invading." "Say it," she demanded in her low voice. "I love you, Riley." "Good boy. Now give Crisis a spin, like I promised." "Do I hear my name being taken in vain?" asked Crisis, full of her second wind. "What... the fuck... was... that...?" Reo panted in abject distress. Crisis was able to shake off her reasonable climax in a minute, Riley was vulnerable from her first fuck and glowing brightly, but fucking Reo was still shaking. "Double fish hook," I answered. Riley and Crisis started giggled knowingly. I hefted myself up on my shoulders to move on to the next gig, and I was overcome in squeals. "Dibs!" one shouted. "It's mine!" quoth the other. "Didn't you guys already have this discussion?" I interjected. "Umm... Derrick? What're they fighting over?" "Lift your hips up," I said with a wink. And when she did, I let my cock slide out of her, making her sigh. "Well? Take a look." She peered down her body and smiled at the sight of my dripping cock, then she saw it: A bit of white foam had formed at the mouth of her swollen pussy. "You came inside me?" she asked with a bit of hesitation. "Yeah. Is that okay?" "I guess," she sighed. She seemed to enjoy watching it leak out of her. "It was nice. Then again, I didn't give you much of a choice, did I?" I could still feel her gripping tightly to my arse while our simultaneous orgasms split us apart. I laughed along with her giggle, then leaned over to give her a kiss. "That's nice, you two, but it's going to waste. So if you don't mind..." "There's plenty for all," I insisted. But quite honestly, I was lost for who should reap the reward. Riley had hers already, and if Crisis didn't get her shot right then, then she wouldn't well be able to eat it out of her own would she? But I promised Crisis' drippings to Riley... hmm... The girls managed to work it out on their own. Crisis was the first to jump in and lick what was spewing out of her girlfriend's folds, but Reo shoved her aside, got into position, and began a feast of Riley that was a return of services previously rendered. Or maybe just getting used to pussy? Riley held her head in place, and a contraction forced out a thick glob of my cum for Reo to nibble on. "Just so you guys know, I've never done anything like this," Reo muttered in her defense. Riley obviously wasn't holding her head tightly enough if her service-girl could talk, which she corrected in half a moment. "You'd make a fine cheerleader, girly," Crisis commented. "How's it taste?" "Fucking good, but don't ask me why. I still can't believe you tricked me into sucking your dirty fingers." Crisis bawled out a laugh that I wanted to share but for fear that Reo would knock my fucking teeth out. "Recognize this?" she asked, shoving her middle finger right in her face. Reo gave it a quick sniff, and recoiled. "No one's tricking you this time, baby. Come on, show off for your audience." For the first time, Reo seemed to notice she was being watched. For those of you that just joined us, Reoren and I were hardly acquainted but for a few weeks, in which we were little more than casual while I moved into her house as a renter, up until I got caught staring at her ass and ended up eating her out one morning. It seems like she grew very fond of me very fast, and it was against the adversity of my arch-rival Becky, my sister, that she insisted on reuniting with me after several months of "vacation" for me. So we went to the dance together. I was gonna take her home, have some coffee, and get the fuck out of dodge before my sister came back (my sister and I moved in together; certain circumstances involving the two of us saw me leaving permanently in a very short time). I told her I wouldn't mind spending the night with Reo; hell, I wanted it very much, and so, it seems, did she. But then Riley dropped this bomb on us, and here we are. Riley was petting Roe's hair once she was keeping her head where it belonged. Crisis caught my eye, then she glanced south, bad as I had been when she danced in that dress. "Jesus, does that thing ever go down? What are you, fifteen?" "It's used to a rather steady diet," I boasted, and who could blame me? "You must not feed it enough cheerleader," she countered. "We can be very exhausting." "It's just that I can't get any fresh enough," I complained. "By the time I pick out the ones I want, their either not ripe enough, or they graduate." Riley and Reo were looking at us flirting like we were crazy. It seemed to be enough to stop their lovemaking. The two girls behind us, who had flipped nose-to-navel, burst out into a fit of giggles. "This here," Crisis said, flipping her tail-fin section out to me with her legs straight and bent at the waist, "is fresh, one hundred percent, grade-S, high school cheerleader pussy." "Aged?" I asked, carefully running my hands over her rump in consideration. Indeed her skin was soft and smooth like a cheerleader's should be. Her pussy was dripping a white cream that speaks of very advanced stages of arousal. She quivered faintly at my touch, but she did not waver. "Eighteen years, buster. This month." More than her boast, I knew she had been with plenty of high school boys. I always had a thing for girls with experience because they were both skilled and able to detach themselves emotionally. I was already tending away from that type of girl in the last year, but this one, I knew, had more or less promised herself only to me for the health of her relationship with her new girlfriend, neither of them quite willing to swear off dick to quote one or the other of them. I may have impressed the inexperienced Reo and the virgin Riley, but the true test was before me, bent double and turning her faucets on for me. I placed my cock at her entrance, wanting nothing more than to thrust home non-stop until I came, but the banter was just turning me on too much. "Everything sounds perfect," I said, voice betraying my eagerness. "What's the catch?" "The catch is, it's... fffuck!" Just kidding. I forced myself inside that pussy, and no mistake. She began cursing like a sailor, taking my cock in earnest. Her legs were still locked straight up with her heels spiked up in the air. Pity for her; we hadn't let Reo and Riley take their beautiful heels off yet, and they even had their stockings on as well. Did I forget to mention that? She was bent double, like I said, holding on to Reo's... sorry, Riley's, thigh and boob (what of it there was to grab onto; she and Reo are tiny tiny) and cussing into the couch cushions. "Shove her to her knees and fuck her like a dog," Riley demanded. "What?" Reo laughed; the two girls behind us broke into giggles once more. Man, I like this girl. I yanked her up by the hair (rather roughly, I might add. Seemed fitting) so she was standing in front of me, and I says to her, I says, "You heard your woman. On your knees, bitch." She hissed as I pushed her down to the floor, still by the hair. She in turn was bent over her girlfriend's body, and in her search for a new grip to brace herself against me, she filled one of her hands with Reo's perfect hair and the other with Riley's neck. I got on my knees behind her and unceremoniously pounded my way into her pussy once more, loving each moment more than the last. "Jesus, I didn't expect it to be so big," she cursed. "I told you!" Riley laughed, but I saw Reo munch on her box, making her moan. Reo then got her hair yanked on, making her moan. Then I smacked Crisis rather hard on the ass, and she moaned. What a day I'm having. She want on cursing and cussing and swearing, every word criticizing me for being too much for her and being too rough with her and saying it was her girlfriend that signed up for the royal treatment, not her. But every time I hit home harder than before, she got louder than before, finally coming with complete silence. In fact, it was Reo that yelled out, having her hair pulled too hard. Riley couldn't make a sound as her girlfriend was choking her in her passion. "You big bastard," Crisis huffed over her shoulder at me. I smirked at her, yanked her up by the hair again, kissed her. "Sorry if I'm not quite myself," I hissed at her, "but I really haven't fed this thing enough cheerleader. It loves your tight cunt." "I honestly thought you were gonna be different," she returned. Oh shit; yellow light. Brace for disaster. "I was never much good with people's expectations of me," I answered, keeping my voice neutral. "I thought little vanilla Riley had found a little vanilla barboy who'd learned a few tricks from his daddy's porno mags. I thought you were gonna be boring." Jackpot, lights are green again. We kissed hard, my hands all over her chest, and it was time for the final cut. I reached between us to pull my cock out, which drew a raised eyebrow from her. "That was good, but I like to feed this thing a balanced diet," I hissed, forcing my cock up against her butthole. She gasped quietly, looking me steadily in the eyes. With all the work done on her, her anus easily opened up to accept my marauding cockhead. "You promised me you were gonna come in my pussy," she whispered. "You promised." 4-4-5 Christmas at the Bar Ch. 03 Technically, I made her promise to let me. "And I will," I offered. "I promise." "Not after you shove it up there, you won't," she said with a gentle kiss, just to keep things friendly. My cock still slid deeper inside her, making her lose control. Our eyes were searching, dueling. In an attempt to have my way, I kissed her, and our tongues took over the duel for us. She moaned into my mouth, and my impatient hips thrust me farther still inside her. Our lips parted, and her eyes were heavy. "Be a good boy, Derrick. Give me what I want, and I'll give you everything. Both of us will." I knew when I was being asked nicely. Stubbornness only gets you so far, but answering a direct request gets you, well, everywhere. I slid out of her ass; I had only gone head-deep (maybe just a little bit more), and returned to her vagina, which was in no way a sour second-best. She grunted her approval and gave me one last peck on the lips before dropping back down to the couch, only this time her back was arched and she had braced her hands against the back of the couch. For my own grip, I collected her long, curly auburn hair. A few white streaks, you know how cheerleaders can be. Reddish-brown. Anyways. I don't fuckin' know; I've got so many pieces of ass to keep track of, sometimes my notes get cross-wised. Actually, her hair wasn't too long. It curled nicely, and we all know having hair too long makes it too heavy to curl properly. It's gotta be short enough so it bounces playfully during routines without whipping everywhere obnoxiously. Aaanyways... I gave it to her hard and fast from behind, which was very relieving to do, given what else I'd got that day. I took Sally in this position, but we were on our feet, and we were hardly moving. I pounded Melody pretty hard the night before, and Reo a few minutes (or was it hours? feels like hours ago; my cock is so bloody aching for some action) ago, but to grab a bitch by the hair and give it to her like I'm trying to tame her, that's actually a rare treat for me. Nothing fancy happened after that. I fucked her, she was being too brutalized to curse encouraging words, and Riley, having climaxed rather calmly with Reo driving, was watching in amazement with her new lover at what her girlfriend and I were up to. And do you know what happened next? I'll bet you you do, you upright audience. Me, I blasted off in her pussy without warning, telling the nasty bitch to take all of my cum like a dog, and somewhere between my cock bruising her cervix, my cum blasting into it, me pulling her hair, or me talking to her like I would talk to my mother, she came again with one of those great, heaving monstrosities that began with loud, moaning gasps of breath, and then complete silence in which her pussy crushed my cock in her quaking explosion. "That was awesome," Reo cheered. I'm sure Riley agreed; she was quietly running her fingers through her girlfriend's hair with a contented smile on her face. Like earlier, it took the poor cheerleader about a minute to recover from her orgasm. "What are you waiting for, an invitation? A minute ago you were barking on with how you knew how treat your meat." Fucking bitch, calling me out like that. I had intended that to be the last work my cock had to do for some several hours, but that just fed the horses. I pulled out of her pussy and slammed my cock straight into her ass, which made all her brave words go away. Over and over I thrust into her, quickly reaching my mark, though I knew it was painful for her. Riley saw it, and it scared her. Badly. "Derrick, no! You're hurting her!" "It's okay, baby," Crisis corrected, a little out of breath and being knocked repeatedly against the back of the couch. "If I'm not mistaken, there's a little something waiting for you beneath us." "You sure, baby?" "Positive. Just wait; soon you'll be begging for it, too." Now there's a thought. A thought that made my cock pump up just that much sooner: That at some point before this night was through (let's be honest; it was getting pretty late), I may be taking Riley, or even Reo, up the ass. One, I don't know if either of them can get used to the idea overnight. One of the reasons I could never maintain a relationship in my humble beginnings was because of the eventual arguments over anal. I'd just as soon take girls that were already broken-in, though they never lasted because all the fun had been sapped out of them before I ever got to them. Two (my my, I do go off on my tangents, don't I?), I honestly don't know how much more my cock can take. I had had a few drinks, which gets me horny for sure, but it also makes me sleepy. Three, and especially with those two giggling teenagers behind us, I wasn't entirely sure I'd be able to (or want to?) save my cock for such an occasion when there were plenty of one-night-only cheerleaders in the house, while there was plenty of time for Reo and Riley. Or maybe just Riley. I've got no clue what Reo will be thinking in the morning. Reo, speaking of whom, got up in the wake of Riley and sat herself on the couch so Crisis came up between her spread legs. She held onto the whimpering cheerleader for support, also looking down across her body in fascination for the sex I was giving to her. Riley, she indeed got underneath us, and for several seconds I felt a hot tongue tonguing my cold ball nuts, and there were a plentitude of slurping sounds going on. When she surfaced, Riley came around to the couch again, came around and kissed Reo deeply on the lips. Sure enough, when their mouths parted to show us their dancing tongues, I saw my cum swimming between their mouths. They both swallowed, then kissed a good deal more. It always helps, watching girls kissing. By all rights, I shouldn't be able to come for quite a while. But I was feeling brave, I'll tell you. "Riley, baby?" Crisis said, almost begging. "Baby, I need you to do something for me. I need you to get back down there and eat my pussy like only you can, okay? Can you do that for me, baby?" Riley didn't look none to certain about that idea, what with the unfamiliar sex and everything. Only for a moment, though. She got on her knees next to her girlfriend and began petting her hair with one hand, reaching under her to feel her pussy with the other. "How's it feel?" she asked with such innocent curiosity. "Baby, it's like nothing else," Crisis said briefly. "I can't wait for him to do it to you." And there it was, more proof that I was to be the only cock in their life. The two were kissing, and I noticed quite a hint of love in there. I wasn't too sure about Crisis; but at that moment, I suddenly felt that she had quite the soft spot for her meek little girl. She sighed contentedly and rested her head on Reo's shoulder; I helped her out a bit, scooting her back so she could get her head on her thigh instead. I also stopped short blasts against her ass in favor of holding her hips still and giving her long, soft strokes that would maximize my own stimulation rather than rock her body. "Derrick?" Riley then turned to me, eyes shining with the unknown. She watched my cock sliding (more gently now) in and out of her girlfriend's ass, completely unsure. "Sure, if you're up for it," I said with soft words of encouragement, running a finger through her hair. My hand fell naturally to her neck, and I pulled her in for a kiss. She accepted it and let my tongue deep into her mouth; I suddenly realized she had probably just shared the exact same kiss with Crisis, since anal sex breeds a very distinct kind of kiss, slow and deep being the operative words. "Now get down on your back here, feet up on the couch..." I directed her into position so she could get her head under her girl to give her what she wanted. She ended up having to slide her ass under her, though there wasn't much room. Still, I felt the pressure of her tongue pressing up on Crisis' pussy. Oh, by the way, sometime throughout my kiss with Riley (it had lasted several minutes; I wanted to bore you with the details, but I can only describe a kiss so many ways. I like kissing), Crisis had started kissing Reo's thighs just above her stockings and the lands beyond, and eventually her lips got on her pussy, making my date's legs part with a sigh. "It's about time," I commented as I watched them. "I've been waiting to see the famous cheerleader actually doing some work." The famous cheerleader then squeezed down hard on my cock, and let me tell you, it hurt. What a woman. I held her hips steady and pumped harder, and she just kept on gripping. She was coming almost constantly since Riley began eating her out, though it was a quiet series of orgasms, no real head of steam built up. Riley, in turn, was looking how to fit where she was; I helped by reaching over, pulling her up by the legs. "Ooh, pussy," cooed Crisis. From there, she would finger one and lick the other, pulling Reo further from the couch (necessitating me pulling Crisis farther away from it) so that if Reo started leaking, it would drip right into Riley's nethers. Crisis took a long, slimy lick from one to the other, and a thick stream of saliva connected the two delicious bits for just a few seconds. They took it the rest of the way themselves, crushing their pussies together with Reo taking the lead of grinding down on Riley. I think it's tribadism or something; it's a stupid name, girls hardly ever get off on it, but it looks awesome. Crisis thought so too, licking them wherever their clits met when she could (not much room with all the leg there). Reo was holding up Riley's leg for leverage, and the little minx was licking her up her thigh, stopping just at her heel where the strap of her pretty shoe still held its grip on her little foot. I had had about enough. "I'm gonna come," I said for the too-manyeth time that night. "Where do you ladies want it?" "Right here," Crisis said without delay, moving her head out of the way so I could aim right at the join in the two girls. I thought for a moment about getting my sperm dangerously close to their vaginas, but then my brain started working again: Too late for that, dumbass. I slipped my cock out, intending to walk around and fire onto them from about an inch away, hopefully getting enough in Crisis' mouth so Riley and Reo could play "sixes and nines," cleaning each other's pussies for the big finish. But that was the moment Riley oddly decided to suck my balls into her mouth, and I got lost in pleasure, stroking myself off. I tried to get away, but she must've mistook me, because she only sucked harder, thinking she was supposed to help me come. And boy, did she. I opened my eyes just in time to help me aim, and by thunder, my cock still had enough life (and ammunition) to spew that clear over Crisis' back and spot-onto the joined, hairless pussies. "Fucking hell, nice shot, Derrick," Crisis said with a whistle. She made go with her tongue, but I stopped her. "Why not?" "Like this," I said, pulling Reo down to the couch and dumping Riley on top of her, noses to navels, just like I wanted. "Oh, good call," Crisis admitted. The two girls' tongues came out to play, drinking my cum off each other's smooth mounds. "But where's mine?" "Right here," I said, pointing at my dripping cock." "Haha. Meanie." "What's wrong?" Reo asked in confusion. "Why don't you suck him off? I'm sure there's plenty in there for you..." "Not when it just came out of my ass, darling," Crisis explained patiently. "He was fucking you in the ass?" "So what?" interjected Riley. "You're the one always telling me 'wild this' and 'wild that'. You telling me you're afraid of your own booty?" "Yeah, come to think of it," Reo added, "weren't you the one who..." "Ladies, please," Crisis laughed, "enough is enough." Reo and Riley were finished, so they untangled themselves and sat themselves right-side-up. "One lick," insisted Riley. "Yeah, just one," added Reo. Crisis stared at them both, but the two stared back with deadly girlish stares. She knew she wasn't gonna get any support from me, so she deflated, making the girls cheer. She leaned down to my cock, making it pulse with pleasure, and her tongue came out the tiniest bit to touch the throbbing veins of my cock. "Not a chance," Riley demanded. "From balls to crown." "With the flat of your tongue," Reo amended. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" the defunct cheerleader asked with a glare, but in the next moment, her sweet tongue indeed came to caress my balls, and she wasn't above licking them thoroughly for a few moments, sucking them each in turn, before making her way along my length. I'd gotten this kind of treatment before, but it had all been so spontaneous or forgetful. This time, my body wanted to jump for joy, to turn around and return the favor to this brave girl who was just so damn good in bed, and generous, too. Generosity breeds generosity, after all. We could use more of it in this town. Her tongue didn't just climb up, it licked out each half inch at a time, real proper like it was ice cream she was tasting rather than her sweaty asshole. She got up to my head where I had been buried deepest in her ass, and she flicked her tongue playfully across my urethral opening, even opening it up with her fingers and pushing her tongue in with gusto, finishing by sucking the entire head into her mouth for several seconds, tongue reaching all around, before she backed off with a fussy-little-girl look on her face. "Now who wants to kiss me?" she said with a wicked grin, closing in on both girls. They both shrieked and made to get away, but she grabbed them each by the heels of their, well, heels, and yanked them back, giving them deep, luscious, tongue-filled kisses. Riley first, then Reo. While Reo was getting hers, I took over Riley, making for her pussy with my hand. "Oh, no you don't," Crisis said. "Enough is enough. We need to rest, and you, sir, you need to go take a shower." Yeah, enough for the moment. I kissed them all goodbye down the line, starting with Riley. They were kisses like when I'd be enjoying Crisis' ass: Long, deep, and full of tongue. I ran my fingers through their hair, touched their bodies briefly, and slid a finger or two inside them. I'd switch to another girl and do the same, so that when I ended with Crisis, they were all nearly hot and bothered again. I licked the culminated flavor off my fingers, waved, and went off to find a shower. ************ There was a bathroom not too far away down the far-end hall. Probably not the master bath, which would probably having quite a bit of party going on in there. True enough, it seemed abandoned when I let myself in unannounced. I strode naked me straight up to the shower and popped it open to find... "Taken!" "Sadie?" "Derrick? Thank god. Get in here." "What're you doing here?" "I've been here all the time, and I am a cheerleader, doofus." "I'm sorry; I didn't recognize you with your clothes on." She squinted at me. Still just a buddy's sister. "I saw what you came in with. How long'd it take you to teach her her ass from her elbow?" I couldn't help but laugh; after all, Reo had looked ridiculously nervous when she came in. "I'm actually glad to see you, Sadie. Merry Christmas." She looked to be getting ready for a fight, but I seemed to have disarmed her. "Merry Christmas, Derrick." We kissed the kiss, and I could taste cock on her breath as I'm sure she could smell pussy on mine. "What're you doing in here, anyway?" "Oh, I fucked around and came with my boyfriend." She was still keeping an eye and an ear towards the door like she wasn't too pleased with her decision. "Have you seen him?" "Who the fuck would date you?" She socked me one. "Guys ask me out; sorry for not waiting around for you. Thanks for coming in; if he sees me with you, he'll probably go find someone else to bug." "Well, maybe I don't wanna." I reached for the stall door, but she reached for my cock. Guess who won that argument. "Come on, don't tell me you don't think about last time?" Mmm... last time. "Occasionally," I said distantly. "Anyway, I know this is more or less a cheerleader party, but I thought it was a high school cheerleader party." "I used to be one of them, didn't I?" I stared at her flatly. "They needed money," she sulked. "Why? Too old for you?" "As if. They can be fun, but I can only stand so much, 'look at me, I can did an cartflip!' You know?" "You're no spring chicken yourself. What'd you do, get it up once, then call it a day? You're looking a little ragged." She seemed to have forgotten to let go of my unloaded weapon, but I know her. She was purposefully stroking me off, and she was very good at it. "I lost count," I said with a raised eyebrow. "How'd you do tonight? I see there's not too much blood dancing across your cheeks." I gazed at her face for a moment, then took a quick look behind her to check out her ass to scan for fuckmarks. She groaned. I'd hit paydirt. "One of the new sluts has been hogging all the attention, and my supposed 'boyfriend' is trying to get me in on it. No thanks. Stay with me?" I grew tired of this. "You know what, Sadie? I'm just gonna tell you exactly how I feel about you." She defiantly dropped my cock and waited for me to slash an insult, and I'm sure she already had fifteen retorts waiting. She was disappointed, though. I held her arm, gently pushed her chin up, and planted a kiss right on her surprised lips. Did I already mention she was surprised? I kissed her with the fury of my still-pounding heart, and it was many seconds and many passings of my lips before her body caught up and allowed her lips to respond to mine. Slowly, her lips warmed up, parting wider and wider each time until our faces turned to the side to let our kiss run deep, and our tongues express our lust for us. I heard the faintest of moans escape her, and my hands sprung into action, cupping her large breasts, something I was unconsciously missing out on from the foursome I had just had. Did I tell you guys I just had a fucking foursome? Twas awesome. I kneaded her breasts and kissed her with that lust I spoke of, and her hands returned to my prick. "Now," I said with a slight loss of breath, "feel free to tell me how you really feel. I can take it." "Tell you how I feel?" she asked with (I'm guessing feigned) indigence. I was still groping her breasts, forcing her back against the stall wall, staring deep into her eyes. "Tell me how you feel," I affirmed. She dropped to her knees, leaned forward, licked the head of my cock into her mouth, and took the entire thing down her throat in one go. Check that, that's two things I didn't know I was missing out on with my three lovely ladies. She forced her face against my trimmed groin, doing everything I'd ever hoped for: humming, wiggling, gulping, and licking around the base. She played with my semen-holders too, she also reached around my arse to tickle my back end. She should've ran outta breath and died, but she kept on until finally looking at me with her strained eyes and let me out of her mouth achingly slowly. I'm always a man to claim modesty about my own size, because let's face it: complaining about it, bragging about it, and holding a ruler up to it you used in fifth grade ain't making it any bigger and it ain't helping you fuck no bitches. But kiss my ass if my dick didn't look long as hell when Sadie released it from her throat. She smacked her lips with a satisfied "Ahh..." when it got out. "How's that for how I feel?" she asked, getting back to her feet. 4-4-5 Christmas at the Bar Ch. 03 "Turn and face the wall," I instructed. "Aww; am I in trouble, officer?" she laughed. "I swear, I'm eighteen." "You are not, you old-ass broad." "Actually, I am. I'm not gonna turn nineteen for another three weeks." She was palms pressed against the stall wall like I'd instructed, ass out and one leg slightly bent, like I'd asked for, and she was turning back to look at me with a pout. I took hold of her face and kissed her as gently as before, slowly being overcome with passion for this woman. Christmas season, having a very emotional time with three women, getting jerked around by my sister; I donno. Even Sadie seemed like walking sensuality to me tonight. "Whatsamatter?" she moaned into our kiss. "Does I actually turn you on, being so barely legal?" She was slipping me little bursts of her tongue, teasing me with it, withdrawing when I tried to kiss her too deeply. She was making me hunger for her. Her ass was wagging out, seeking my prick. And always with that pout whenever our lips would pout, that innocent hunger in her eyes. "The fact that you want to turn me on is what turns me on," I said hotly, kissing her behind the ear. "The fact that you're trying to make me crazy with this body of yours." I ran my hands back up to her breasts, but then all the way down her skin, and back up again. "That there's still that girl that danced with me and my sister in there, the one who seems to know exactly how to drive me crazy." I breathed against her lips; now it was her begging for my kiss. My erection was back, and it was poking her... (Jesus; how'd I get myself into this...) in the back. Her foot was twitching with anticipation. "You could've at least told me you fucked a girl in the ass before you made me suck you off," she hissed. I wanted to refute her, but then she kissed me with everything she'd been holding back before. I went wild, clutching tightly to her breasts, grinding my body against hers, pushing her against the wall. My cock was searching on its own, and her ass was backing into me for it. Usually I have to cheat with my hand, but with Christmas on my side, I dipped down just right, thrust home, and buried myself inside her. I fucked her good and hard from behind, not stopping for anything. I held fast to her by her breasts, and we were both panting and moaning loudly. She switched the shower on, and after a few seconds of freezing cold water, we were both warmed to our toes and soaking wet. She looked even better with her hair plastered down and water running down her smooth skin, filling me with desire to kiss her again. She accepted my kiss with lust, and gasped when I kissed my way down her neck. I went around under her arm and started sucking one of her tits; she held my head tight to her breast and took over grinding her ass against me. I sensed she was close, so I reached around to frig her clit, but she was already there. I took her further, pushing her arm down and curling her fingers inside of her despite the tight fit. I reached farther down and inserted some fingers of my own, deeper than she was able to at that angle, and when I bit down on her nipple, I could feel her pussy spasm and flow with delight. "Wow," she breathed so faintly that I could hardly hear over the spattering water. I stood again upright and pulled her hand up out of the reach of the water and set her fingers into her mouth; she sucked on them energetically. For myself, feeling the tight fit in her vagina had brought me close; it was getting dangerous. "W-what do you want for Christmas, little girl?" I huffed, barely able to contain myself. "I'll show you yours if you show me mine," she said in more relaxed, post-coital tones. In her ear, I whispered, "I want to come inside my best friend's little sister." She flipped her hair around as she turned back to look at me, and she saw the sincerity in my face. "Shit in one hand and wish in the other, and see which fills up first," she said, blowing me a raspberry. I gazed at her patiently, still pumping my cock inside of her with dangerous closeness. "...Merry Christmas, Derrick," she said, turning back to the wall, bracing herself on her palms again. Oh, lucky day. Thank you, Christmas. I ran my hands back up her body, stopping only when my fingers were at her face; she sucked gently on one of them; and down her full breasts, her trim stomach, her endless legs, and back up again to hold her firmly by the hips. I thrust deep into her, deep and hard, wishing she and I had met under less rushed circumstances. I remembered dancing with her and my sister, which was mostly her riding my cock through her thin swimming bottoms, then her and Becky making love for me, and I know she doesn't go for girls in the first place. Our whole bodies were moving together with each thrust, making the fake raindrops sing different notes every two seconds, and at last my countdown reached zero. My rejuvenated cock filled up Sadie's pussy with force she must've felt comparable to the shower head; indeed, her foot popped up and was rubbing my thigh; her entire body was shaking weakly. She made to drop to the floor from her surprise orgasm, but I held fast to her by the hips until the last of my cum was inside her. Despite finishing, I still didn't let her drop; I instead turned her around and plastered her to the wall with my kiss, groping her breasts as I did so like when she first pulled me in. Then I bent a ways to suck her breasts properly, again wishing we'd had more time to explore me fucking the daylights out of her with a passionate twist. But the moment I stopped touching her, she collapsed to her knees and supported herself against my thighs. "You... still... haven't... told me... what you... wanted..." I huffed. She was panting too, but she gazed up at me (I was blocking the water from blasting her in the face), saying, "You, Christmas morning, under my tree while my parents are still asleep. Only you." She was serious, too. Well, I had no other offers... "Merry Christmas," I repeated back at her. Before the words could leave my lips, she engulfed my dick again, and I was treated to what I'm sure was just a small sample of what she could offer. This time she bobbed up and down; and when that's over your entire schlong, that's quite a feeling. "Who am I gonna taste on you then, huh?" she asked, looking up at me with curious eyes. Not accusing eyes, just interested to know. "You never know. It's hard to choose between so many; you have any preferences?" "I definitely like the way I taste on you, but... how about your sister? I love the way she tastes." Damn her; my cock pulsed into her hand, making her squeal and get back to sucking me off. "I think it likes that idea. Don't let me down, okay?" She stopped sooner than I'd like, what with the blood still boiling in my cock. It may be down and out for twenty minutes, but it was still a roaring monster, not about to drain out its stiff muscle that had served me so well that day. I helped her to her feet, and again I turned her around. "Derrick?" she asked, puzzled. What can I say? I'm a puzzling guy. My still-ready cock (hurting a bit, but still good to go) was hot in my hand, and her twitching asshole felt magnificent when I pressed up against it still overly sensitive from my climax. I pushed hard, Sadie resisted, and I slipped inside. "Forgive me," I said. "I'm a bit demanding this year." "I'm taking it out of next year's presents," she sighed, and she turned her face to me to let me kiss her once more. With the aid of the shower water, our bodies were able to press together, closer, closer, my hard cock sinking deeper within her bowels... just another inch... just a half inch away... And she pushed me back, kindly, but firmly. Shut off the water. Stepped outside and grabbed a towel. "But until then..." "Sadie, you right b..." "And one thing, lover," she added, "while you're here, call me Honey-Bee, okay?" "Umm... sure, I guess." "Thanks." "I'll just go wash this off..." "No, you have to go shove that in some other girl's face like you did to me." "Technically..." "See you on Christmas, lover. Remember what you need to do for me before you show up." God, I hate that girl. ********* I also toweled off, and I kept the towel with me for some kind of modesty when I went perusing the rest of the suite. Not that I didn't want to get back to my girls, but I just had to see if anything else was going on first. In a very big room, I found a very big bed occupied with only a very small girl, who was spread-eagled but for her knees in the air. She was smoking a cigarette. She had pretty big boobs, too. I didn't recognize her from the party, nor from the dance earlier that day. But like had happened with Sadie (honestly enough), I couldn't properly recognized the clothed version as the naked version amidst the sea of similar blonds and brunettes. Or do I have to think of her as Honey-Bee now, too? "How you doin'?" I asked, approaching the bed. "Bit tired," she answered. "You?" "Exhausted." "Big bed. Smoke?" "I'll get murdered. You claiming the room for your nation or something? Where is everyone?" "Gone, I guess. Off to enjoy more of the party." I noticed she was wearing one of the dance cards from the dance on her wrist. It was jam-packed with names, even scribbles down the sides. The ones I'd seen from popular girls like my sister only had a dozen or two names. I imagine this girl must've just been put through the ringer once the boys at this party got her clothes off. And looking at her, it wasn't hard to imagine. Her breasts, while not being the perkiest things in the world (like Becky's), were certainly plentiful. She reminded me of Tiffany with her tiny body and huge tits, which wouldn't seem so huge if she didn't have a twenty-nine-inch chest. How do I know, you ask? That's Tiffany for you; everyone knows her numbers. "I'd be Derrick, then," I said, offering her my hand. "Taylor," she said, giving me hers, but I kissed it rather than shake it. "Boy's name?" "I'm a cheerleader, remember?" she laughed. "Taylor Made, that's me." "Oh, I get it. As in, 'made for men to enjoy'?" "You catch on fast." "Working for you?" "It's just a name. How come you're not with the rest of the party?" "Actually, it kind of got away from me. I was off in search of it, but I got sidetracked in the shower." "Was she pretty?" "Absolutely gorgeous, just like all of you." I don't know why I was bothering to turn on the charm, seeing as I was too dead to do anything about it. But then, so was she. And me being too old for her, her having heard it all for the last five or eight years, you know. "Okay, smart guy," she laughed. "Don't worry about faking nice. I've heard all the lines today, so I'm gonna have a hard time not laughing." "Okay, no lines." I zipped my mouth shut and parked myself between her legs. "Pardon me, Tay." I dipped my tongue between her folds, and damn, was she raw. Dry, dry, raw. Whatever these boys did to her, they did a crappy job. At least she didn't taste like any of them. "Ooh," she cooed. "That feels nice." And I gave it to her nice, too. I figured a pack of wild, unmannered, randy boys wouldn't have taken the time to make the girl feel good, not wanting to get pushed out of the way by the more impatient jerks. In fact, I had to wonder how they did it. Did they come in one at a time after one left, or were they all in at once, running the train on her? Becky... Derrick, save me... I shook the fake memories out of my head; all that was over and done. Becky's fine; she more than proved that tonight. I was here with this... whoever she was, and more than anything, it was an opportunity to please a girl without resorting to using my cock. While this girl had, as she said, seen her fair share of action that night, it would be me she remembered. Me, because I was tender where others were callous. Because I ran my fingers gently over her breasts rather than grope on them like a wild dog. Because I tickled her nipples rather than try to bite them off. While she didn't do anything for several minutes other than finish her cigarette, she started to secrete a few vaginal essences. Then she started groaning and cooing, and at last her hips started reaching out to me. That was when I climbed up her body and began fingering her while suckling away at her breasts. "You're pretty good," she said affectionately, feeling my damp hair under her fingers. I looked at her in silence, not interrupting the playing of the tip of my tongue across the tip of her nipple. She sighed, then gasped as I gently bit down on it, followed by me plunging a finger deep inside her. "Well? Say something, would you?" "No lines, just action." "Then come give me some action, quiet boy," she demanded. I obliged her, kissing her on the lips, though it didn't get much farther than that. "Sorry; my tongue's actually in quite a lot of pain," I explained. "That's okay; mine's working just fine." And just like that, the exhausted little thing propped itself up on... no, fell back down. She didn't even seem capable of closing her knees or letting her legs stretch out on the bed. "Umm... scoot up?" I scat up. "What, you wanna taste that girl? Maybe you'll recognize her?" No fucking way did I believe Sadie's little game was going to pay off. No way. "I don't do girls," she disclaimed, then her lips wrapped around my cockhead. The last thing it had felt was Sadie's tight asshole closing behind it, and now this other girl's lips were sinking deeper over it. It was still as sensitive as the moment I came inside Sadie, which was a rather intense orgasm, keeping in mind everything I'd been through that day. The more times I came, the more sensations ran through my cockhead, and this girl knew by the way she tongued it carefully, responding to my every jump and wriggle. Never had I felt such stimulus, for never had I challenged my brave pepper peter popper to such limits. "It's a bit sensitive at the moment," I tried to say, but that only made her suck it harder. In my semi-limp state, she was able to fit the entire thing in her mouth. It wasn't like Sadie, who could deep-throat me for a whisper, but it still felt nice, and added having her lick Sadie's smell clean off me. Whoops, fuckin' cock. It twitched at that thought, and Taylor was suddenly unable to fit the thing in her mouth anymore. "Was it something I said?" she giggled. "Could be. Could be a random thought flying through my head." I reached down to fondle her breasts once more. I'm sure she was sick of it by now, probably from guys twice as old as me at the dance grabbing lewdly on her while she wore her special cheerleading representative dress. But she warmed up to my touch. "Tell me your thought," she said, still suckling gently on me. "You said you don't do girls," I reminded her. "That's right..." "So naturally my first thought was one of these beautiful girls here at the party trapping one of your nipples between her teeth." I pinched down on her nipple to go with the fantasy. "Does that sound nice?" So I lied about what I was thinking. Or not; it counts because I had to think it to say it, doesn't it? "I wouldn't know," she said unconcernedly. "I would. I've been with a few girls now and then..." "I believe it," she said, kissing my cockhead one last time before licking her way down to the rest of it, "I can smell them all over you." "Besides tonight, I mean," I returned with artificial modesty. "And in my limited experience, no matter what I did to a woman's breast," I was still massaging her chest, now with both hands, "a woman outdid me every time. I swear, I know this girl who made another girl come, just fooling around with her nipples." I just lied again, didn't I? Riley and Reo were two proofs that experiences makes up for not being a girl when it comes to pleasing one, though I have to work hard to keep up with the game. "That sounds heavenly," she purred in spite of herself. She was at the base of my cock, and with just a small scoot forward, I presented her with my balls, which she willingly began to work on. "Of course, you'd have to try a woman out to know for yourself." I leaned over (something of a stretch, but I promise it's possible. Her nipples extend several inches from her chest, and her head was stretched rather far back) and sucked on one of her nipples, imagining it was another girl doing it to her of course. "Of course," she replied. She was sounding more and more like a girl who simply didn't think of girls that way. I'd met some before. They usually got shipped out to other colleges five minutes after they graduated high school, and this girl was scheduled to be here straight through to May. But there was no denying that the fantasy was making my cock harder, and with a feel of her pussy, it was working on her, too. "Have you ever tried?" "I told you, no, silly," she said, sounding slightly impatient. She resumed sucking me off, but hardly getting anywhere now that I wasn't bending anymore. To think that she was on the same squad as Sadie, yet she couldn't get much farther than my head. Sadie would probably laugh later when I told her. "No, I know, I mean, have you tried it yourself?" "What, girls?" I got up and around her to lay at her side. "Sucking your own nipples genius." I took over one for myself and began to ravish it, slowly letting my base desire for it come loose. She started clinging onto my passion, which I helped out by fitting a finger back inside her. She rubbed her breast harder than I was doing, but she seemed reluctant to take the hint. I pulled my finger out, pushed it into her mouth, then lifted her breast up to her face. Finally her lips locked around it, and she was moaning twice as hard. Hell, I even took her hand, placed it at her pussy, made her masturbate. "How was that?" I asked some five minutes later. "It was... different," she said, out of breath (I know; I'm running out of descriptors. You try fucking cheerleaders all night and writing about it in a way that does it half the justice it deserves). "I've come to a decision," I said suddenly. "What's that, smooth boy?" "After knowing you these past twenty minutes or so, I've decided that I'm rather fond of you. If you let me, I'd like to make love to you." "...Make love?" She looked as though she'd never heard the term before, let alone anyone ever ask her for the privilege. "If that's alright with you. I'm on this new kick where I appreciate the women I'm with rather than leave them unsatisfied after I get my two minutes in. It's worked out pretty well today, and I think you'd enjoy it." She thought about it for a minute. "Is it any different from regular sex?" "Physically? There's still penises and orgasms, yeah. Only, I thought we'd do something different." "Like, how?" "To put it straight-forward, I think both you and I have been through too much tonight to even consider putting your poor kitty through any more trouble (This may mark the first time I've used "kitty" in a sentence that didn't involve felines or that sweet-bodied professor in pink at Laurel). If it's not too much to ask, why don't we have anal sex?" "Sure, I guess." Jesus; that was easy. Makes me wonder why I put it up on such a plateau. "I don't really do it that much, actually." "You like it?" I was now rubbing lower, tickling her anus. "I've done it a few times, but it was kinda uncomfortable." "Alone?" "No," she blushed at the notion of masturbating, "with guys." "Did they get you hot?" "Yeah, of course." 4-4-5 Christmas at the Bar Ch. 03 "I mean hot hot. Where even getting porked up here," I let a wet finger slip quickly up her backside, making her gasp, "feels fantastic." "N-no," she gasped, clearly not used to her backside being touched by anything but an over-excited teenaged cock. At least, I hoped she'd never done it with older guys. Me aside, of course. I was about to show her something she'd never had. "Not everyone knows what they're doing," I explained. "In all honesty, if I didn't think you'd enjoy it as much as I would, I wouldn't ask." "You can't be serious." "And what if I am?" "No, I mean, that sounds like a pretty good one-liner." "Tay, you've been around too many simpletons, tonight expeshally. Allow me to fix it for you." "...Alright, Derrick. I don't know why, but I trust you." Yes, I fucked her ass. Hard. I meant to be gentle and sensual, but she got really into it when she figured out I was telling the truth about her enjoying it. No, you don't get to hear about it. I'm tired, and I want to go to bed. "Tay?" "Y-yeah?" "I feel really stupid asking for this, but..." "Go ahead, Derrick. It was great." "Today, everyone I've been with has let me come inside, you know, for Christmas and everything." "In my ass? I don't know about that..." "Not your ass, actually. Your pussy. If that's alright with you, of course." "But it's in my ass, Derrick..." "Just the tip, that's all. I don't want to sound like I'm desperate or anything, it's just that it's been really special with everyone, and it's been special with you, too..." "I really don't let guys do that." "Then that's fine. I'll just..." "I'm not on birth control or anything." "But you're a cheerleader. Is that legal to be off your pills?" "But I guess it's okay just this one time." "Can I say one more thing?" "Shoot." "I love you, Taylor. Even if just for tonight, just for this moment, for letting me make love with you." "I...love you too, Derrick." I pulled my cock all the way out of her ass, lined it up instead with her pussy, all the time looking her in the eyes, and pushed the head in, just between her lips. She sighed at once and thrust her hips out to meet me, making me run a little deeper than I'd thought of. I stroked myself vigorously to finish off, but my hips were pushing me forward, driving me a little deeper into her depths with short strokes. Her hips were going too, and in a split decision (I'd say it was sudden passion, but her disenchanting skepticism had been killing my mood the entire night. For that matter, my nonsense squiggly talk wasn't doing much to help, but I wanted to prove to her that acting nice and being nice to back it up sometimes happens just for kindness' sake), I let go of my cock and let our hips guide us forward, and I sank into her pussy the rest of the way. I leaned into her and kissed her as I had done many times throughout or lovely buttfucking (poetic phrase, isn't it?), but this was, I could feel, what she really wanted out of me, to fuck her in the pussy with even a hint of sincerity. I gave her all that and more in the few strokes that it took me to get off, and my seed landed as deep inside of her as my cock could plant it in what was the second of two unique ventures for this lovely lady and her large breasts, which I hoped to get to know better at a later time. "That was fantastic," she said with a giggle, for my orgasm had caused her one as well. See? Coming inside a girl works for them as well as it does for me. Just for the hell of it, I returned my cock to her ass, if only to relish in the difference in wetness and tightness. Then we kissed hard and long, a kiss that we both knew to mean the night was over for us, and neither of us wanted it to end. I latched my lips back onto her breasts one last time, taking both her nipples at once. "I wanna try that," she said, so I held her breasts up for her, and my cock shook madly when she wrapped her lips over the two of them; without thinking, I quickly changed my cock from her ass to her pussy just in time to feel a few stray spurts of cum making their way out. She moaned heavily, even sucking her nipples harder when she felt my cock twitching in her pussy again After making sure the rest of my seeds were planted where they belonged, I came to my senses and took my cock out. "Sorry; got carried away." I slipped my cock back into her ass yet again, and I was sorely tempted to do it a third time if only I thought I could get away with it. "It's alright," she said with a sigh, giving my cock a little squeeze with her ass. "Will I ever see you again?" Oh, how I used to hate that question. "I don't think there'll be another night like this for either of us. But I'm a firm believer that it takes lots of hard work and lots of honesty to find someone to get along with. A year ago, I'd say, 'why ruin a perfect thing?' But now I know sex isn't everything." "You lost me. Was that a 'yes'?" "I'd love to see you again, even if just for a bagel." It used to be that coffee was the non-committal drink of choice; I'm not sure when the bagel shop took that stigma over. "Bit nice saying that now, with your prick in my ass," she teased, pulling me down for a spicy kiss. She worked her tongue around in my mouth, knowing mine was too sore to go on, but I still tried. She appreciated it, moaning into my mouth and squirming her hips at me. "To be honest, I don't know from this point. But I do know that there's more to you than just your body, and I want to get to know it all." "Even if it's just for one more night?" "Nothing lasts forever." "I'm beginning to think this magic dick of yours does." She kissed me harder then, wanting more action than words. My hips did their own thing while I kissed her, sliding my cock harmlessly in and out of her ass. I know we were saying goodbye, but what a hot goodbye. I couldn't take my hands off her breasts, and I had to stop kissing her now and then just to run my tongue along her nipple, and again to bite one, then both, thrusting hard inside her when I did. Before I knew it, I forgot about kissing her and got lost in her breasts. They were light and fluffy in my hands, and her nipples had stayed erect throughout; she had already told me they liked me. I added to my oral pleasure by starting more even strokes into her ass, and she was lying flat on the bed, gripping the sheets, and taking it. After a reasonably loud grown from her, she leaned back up and started kissing me again, kissing me while I had her nipples between my teeth. I had been fantasizing about fucking her sweet pussy again, and when she did that, I looked at her kinda funny. She looked back at me, and I knew I had to do something unless I wanted to regret it until the next time I saw her, which could be never, the way my luck went. I moved her hands to support her breasts so they stayed up by our joined mouths, and with one hand I held her head up to make sure she saw what I was doing, and with the other, and with our eyes locked, I pulled my cock out of her ass and slid it, right in front of her eyes, back into her pussy. I let out a deep sigh of satisfaction in taking what I wanted, and mine was matched by hers. I began thrusting home into her, making her gasp as well. Her tongue poked out, and I licked it with mine, then we locked in yet another hot kiss, too far gone to care what we were doing. I kept her head held forward, making sure she sucked one of her own nipples while I sucked the other, and her moaning became constant and loud, something I hadn't had the privilege of hearing yet because I hadn't been inside her properly this long. I thrust home hard and strong, and she threw her head back in delicious agony, moaning for anyone to hear. I made my thrusts short and hard, hitting her cervix with each strike, and I felt a familiar stiffness that I had no right feeling. Her pussy tightened around me, and I knew it was all over. "I'm gonna come inside you again," I said to her, not asking this time, as I licked her stretched neck, and we came together a second time, me giving her a less than marvelous load of cum to add to the first, but I'm still surprised I got either of them off. I went once more into her ass for a final comparison, but when I begged for one final kiss, she had already passed out from her final orgasm. Damn. Come to think on it, I'm getting pretty woozy too... 4-4-5 Christmas at the Bar Short story even shorter (I could go twelve pages with this shit; I'm trying to cut back since this chapter's gonna be long), I ain't got off since I been in the shower, so I popped my cookies off right in Jess' mouth whilst I was blowing off Bill. Jess, she gets right up to Bill and plants one on him, and I know he's about to get a mouthful of somethin' he don't necessarily want in his mouth. She got her hand on my head to keep me where I were, and the entire time she was whispering naughty shit into his ear, amongst which was "come in his mouth." He did, and he wasn't the only one mouthful of something strange. Only me, I snowballed Jess with it, though I didn't get away without swallowing any. "So?" she asks, "how was it?" "I donno, like sucking a dick," I said. "Mostly what I thought it'd be like, only, it's a guy, you know?" "What the fuck? You've thought about sucking dick?" Bill asked, genuinely surprised. Jess seemed put-off. "Hold on, now! He's being a man about it at least." "I'll give you a man," he countered, and he went down on her like he had something to prove. Me, I got my cock handled a bit more, and I took care of Jess' upper half. Now that I think of it, things are easier in bed when everybody's participating. Bill and I, we were mostly fighting over Jess. We both got hard around the same time, and we both wanted more of that pussy. But Jess, she said one of her fantasies was to get both at once, so there we was, both dicks all up in there at one time. And boy, I've never seen a chick moan like that. "I wanna watch you fuck him so bad," she moaned. I think she was talking to me. Wait, what? "Now hold on just a minute," Bill said. "Just do it; jeesh," Jess insisted. "No one's forcing you, but it's not like it's gonna kill you or anything. At least you'll know rather than be all chicken-shit about something you've got absolutely no idea about." For all her spitfire, she sounded rather genuine. That, and she was already on her way down south to... what in blazes? lick his ass. I may have done that a few times in my day, but only on a woman. Sucking dick was one thing, but that would've been going a bit too far for me. Guy's asses are all oily and hairy. But rather than watch (and probably retch) I figured there was something waiting on me. Down I went, leaving the pussy behind to go lick on her butthole. I figure if I got to stick my measuring stick up someone's ass, I may as well get both. That actually took a while. Though Jess didn't object to me tonguing (and in a few minutes, fingering) her butthole, it was taking her quite a long time to get used to it, so she kept telling me to slow down. It was worse with Bill, who had clearly never so much as thought about having something up there. I'm sure that after that night, he appreciated women taking it up the ass from him much more, though the rest of the boys and I would throw it around the campfire that he never had anything like that before. If they ever managed to find out about tonight. I ended up only getting Bill while Bill reaped the rewards of my hard work on Jess, and at the same time, too. We were lying on our sides in a row, and Jess wouldn't let us stop until all three of us came. It was easy for Jess, who I found out friggs herself on her side when she's getting off in her private time, and it was that much easier when she was getting drilled from behind. Bill, as I understand it, had a hard time because... yeah. Me, Jess said something about "an asshole is an asshole." Try saying that when you've got another man's oily, hairy ass in your face, and you have to put up with the noise he makes when you keep thrusting your dick up into it, and he don't want you grabbing onto his hips or nothing for leverage. It was all I could do to forget about the whole thing and get off a third time. To finish up, Jess sucked us both off right after we were finished, which is something I ain't never had the likes of; I honestly didn't know chicks did that. Being that I was the one to bring her home, I slept with her on that bed while Bill went to the bedroom alone. I think he needed some quiet time anyways. "Thanks for everything, Derrick," Jess said the next morning before she left. "I've been trying to get my boyfriend to do that for months; but you, you were a real hero last night." Holy shit. "You have a boyfriend?" "I don't know what else to call him; he's the only guy I'm dating right now. You know any nice guys?" "I'd recommend Bill, but I think you broke him." She laughed pretty good at that. "But really, I'll keep my eyes open." One more kiss, and she was gone. I went back in to get me some breakfast. ************ Bill was never quite the same after that night, but I think he'll be better for it. Me, I think I'll stick to girls, though I don't think I can honestly begrudge one wanting a little something special once in a while. Fair's fair, after all. Jess was the same as always; I guess sex to her is pretty much just sex. I might try for that again, but not until next month. Sara and Cindy were ecstatic when they heard the news, though when they took me out back to give me my "reward" they held back because I wasn't about to get some that night, and they didn't want to leave me hanging. Back at work, some little girl was shaking her fingers off at the bar. "Schwat is wrong, little girl?" I asked, "And aren't you a bit too young to be wasting Christmas at the bar?" "S-she s-said 'y-yes'," she stammered. "...And that's a good thing? Bad thing? Is she at least cute?" I joked. In my eyes, all women that didn't seek to tread down my path were automatically only interested in girls. So, too, therefore, was this one. "She's gorgeous!" she said with sudden color on her face. "She's a varsity cheerleader and she's the nicest girl in school and she has the prettiest eyes and she's so smart and..." Mind you, I didn't think it would actually ever happen before her. "Okay, slow down." I poured her a little something something to warm her up and calm her down. "What about starting from the beginning?" "I asked her out. Oh god, why did I do that? Everyone's gonna..." "...Mind their own damn business?" "Shows what you know," she snarled. I refilled her drink for her, also taking one for myself. "I went to high school too, you know. I never cared much for the cheerleaders, but I did get one. And let me tell you: While it's nice, cheerleaders are still girls like you, they just like a bit more attention than most. They're easy lays when you keep that in mind." "Attention?" "Exactly. They want you to look at them and give them compliments, so that's exactly what you do. Just sometimes they can be really selfish in bed, so when you're fucking her brains out, you gotta warm her up just right so she'll fuck you back." "F-fuck her?" "You are planning on having sex with her, aren't you?" "But I'm a... a..." she leaned in to whisper to me, "a virgin." "No shit. What exactly does this girl mean to you?" "I'm in love with her!" "...Umm..." I was just keeping her talking to allow the alcohol settle in. Once that was out of the way, she told me a rather teenaged story of how she went through high school like a mouse, quietly falling in and out of love with every boy in sight with her books held up tightly against her chest. Then one day some asshole guy hits on her, and she falls for it. But right before he can embarrass her in the very public locker halls, in walks sex in sneakers and a Carolina Blue skirt, telling him to hit the calculator before the rest of the cheerleaders found out how small his dick was. Riley, that's the little girl's name, she shook hands with that cheerleader, and the rest is history. Not exactly; apparently she asked her out in the girl's locker room bare-ass nekkid whilst showering. It took a few more drinks to get her to tell that part of the story though. She says it was an accident, that she just meant to thank her for the help, but out it blurted. The cheerleader thanked her for thinking of her most kindly, and that may have been it but for the goading of the other girls, which inspired that girl to accept the invitation, which was more of a one-night thing rather than an agreement for an actual relationship. "You want some advice?" "Sure." "You're not in love with her. See, when you get out of college..." "Yes I am!" Oh, to be that young again. "Beg pardon, I've been in that stool you've got your narrow ass in, and once you stand where I'm standing, you'll realize it's not love same as me. If you try to treat it like that, you're going to fuck things up, understand? You don't want to fuck it up, do you?" "N-no..." "But there's no reason the two of you can't be in love. Falling in love is better than just you being in love with her, isn't it!" "Yes!" She was getting chipper now. "Did she say she was your girlfriend or anything, or are you just going out to dinner?" "D-dinner..." "Then pay attention, because this is your one shot, and no one's been on as many first dates as me (not quite true, but there's not enough time to explain my life story). See, the trick to any girl's heart is making her come. To do that, you take your two fingers like this, and..." The little girl was a fun distraction, and even more fun when she came back the next day, a-quiver and almost in tears. "Derrick, Derrick! Help!" "Yes?" "She wants another date!" "Impressed her pretty good, did you?" "Yeah, but now she thinks I'm all fantastic in bed!" "And that's a bad thing? "Duh, yes! I'm not!" Yeah, she's fun. I gave her advice over the next few days about how to satisfy a woman in bed, and I ended up having to go to experts on the subject to have new and clever things to try. I didn't have the heart to tell her that if the girl was really interested in her, she wouldn't care if she was really bad in bed. It ended up sparking up some pretty interesting business, especially with my "girlfriend". I'd gotten a bit of special advice from Sara on a peculiar little maneuver that seemed to tickle Cindy just right, and it worked like a charm on my little amigo's cheerleader girl. The next day saw me getting advice from Jess, which I then shared with Sara in turn, and the following day, Cindy was all over me, trying to figure out what influence I could have possibly had on her previous night's bedroom activity. Riley was glowing by the fifth day, when she finally had a break. I already had two buttery nipples waiting for her. "Progress?" "Yeah," she said in a deep exhale. It was Friday evening, and she looked like she'd been at it all day. She took one of the drinks and began sucking on it, though I had to explain the mechanics of taking a shot to her a million times already. "It's Friday. Why aren't you with her? Make a weekend of it or something?" "We've been spending the night together in my room all week long," she said with a dreamy expression. "She says this weekend she has to do cheerleader stuff, but she'll stay at my house again Monday night." "You certainly look happy enough. In fact, I bet you could light Christmas lights for a block with that smile." She giggled quite endearingly, then took her other shot, faster this time. "We made out together in front of the bicycles," she almost moaned. "Right in front of everyone!" "I think that means you have a girlfriend, Ry." *********** Ahh, Christmas season. Lights everywhere, trees with lights on them, frigid air drawing couples closer together, everybody smiling. Makes me smile. I missed Salamandy, I did. She'd be fun to spend time with, but she's got work too. Work hard in winter when it's too cold to sit around so you can have money for summer when it's too hot to do anything but lie on the beach and watch asses walk by. For a woman that professed to not be bisexual, she sure seemed to know her way around women. I saw her once since she popped in to invite me to her house party; she gave me advice for the young lady on how to get a chick to like having her hair pulled while being fingered to death. Lately I've been thinking about her a lot. Reo, too. Just when she and I were starting on something, you know how when you're around someone new, how you get a crush on her some time or another? Just when mines starts warming up on her, well, I takes her to bed and I eats her out, I does. Then shit explodes, making me leave for Macedonia. I haven't seen her since, and word around the bar is that she's not too happy with me. Oh well. I've got my old job back, a hot coworker that wants to get down and boogie every so often, I got all my boys, and I got a stress-free pad. Mostly. Bill, he's not really messy, but not really clean. I confess I had already gotten used to Reo's quaint homemaking, while Bill's pad was nothing better than a bachelor pad. If I had my choice to live with a man or a woman, well, you can pretty much guess. He's cool, but living with him... I got home from yet another daytime shift. They pulled fewer tips than the nights, but they left evenings free for doing shit. Bill was home. "Message for you," he said from his spot on the sofa. Memories. Blech. Why don't I have my cell phone on me, you ask? Because stupid highschoolers fucked around too much for the last fifty years, getting them damn-near outlawed. With the technology switch from land lines over to cell phones, taxes went through the roof. At the same time went taxes for private vehicles, taxes that couldn't be written off through charities. People dropped their subscriptions to phone services in favor of Internet communication, so cell phones ceased being loss leaders, driving actual phone prices through the roof. People that had them kept them, but for later generations like me, they were way out of price ranges for people having part-time jobs after school. For schools themselves, the phones were forbidden big time, and believe me, they checked. The short bit of that story is that I chucked mine after moving out of my house because I was too busy paying for rent. Phone, phone, phone. Just as soon not carry one with me. They tend to interrupt conversations. "Hi, Derrick." There we go, a pleasant voice. Reoren, the sweet little girl with the silvery blond hair. Actually, you know what she reminds me of? A Golden Retriever. They're all "golden," right? But there's different colors: Gold, red, yellow, dead grass, pale, and straight up white. Reo, her hair was silvery-blond. Her brother, too. Anyway, message: "I decided I don't care what your sister thinks. You and I are going to the Christmas dance." "What Christmas dance?" "Beats me," Bill said. "What's the Christmas dance?" "The what?" Sam asked from the other end of the line (me having just dialed him). "The Christmas dance." "Which one?" "Beats me. High school?" "Their next dance is on Valentine's day." "Then what the hell?" "Hang on, me to go ask my dad." "What'd you get up to, Billyum?" I asked of Bill whilst Sam was having a moment. "Sittink here, havin' a drinky." "Dad says Laurel's having a dance," Sam said on his return. The college? "What for?" says I. "I donno; money or something. It's going down in the football field." What a stupid idea. "Whose brilliant idea was it to have an outdoor dance in the middle of winter?" "Second week of December is hardly the middle of winter, and it's the only place big enough. You want something else? I've got a big fat toilet with my name on it." "I'll leave the two of you to it then, but when is it?" "Tomorrow. Peace." What in the world? What in fuck am I supposed to even wear? Better find the man who knows about these sorts of things. **************8 "By when?" Dree asked about an hour later. Fucking cold lately. Dree worked on 'Trozy's, which was where the rich kids brought dates when they were dead serious about getting some that night. He worked the front door, which means he dressed in a tuxedo, and I was feeling the need for one just like it, and right now. "Tomorrow, bitch. Where do I net one?" Dree looked rather irritated with me. He'd gotten the job after his mom threatened to kick him out for depressing her. He's still fucking depressing, but at least he's doing something productive in the meantime. Sam said the trick is that if you've got a job holding you down, you'll be too fucking tired and pissed off to be depressed. At least when you get fed up with your job and you start getting depressed about it, then you'll have some money put away, then you can at least enjoy the elation of freedom if you quit and the having of oodles of money where before you had a pot that smelled like stale urine. But if you'd spent it all, then you have no business being depressed in the first place. "You know tucies need..." "Sorry, what the fuck did you just say?" "Tucies, plural of tux." "Oh. How'd you figure that out?" "Ends in X, man. You don't just slap an S onto an X to make the word plural. So these tucies need to be fit so they don't look stupid on you. It takes at least a couple of days, and with a dance around the corner..." "Wait, you knew about it?" "Of course I do. Didn't you?" "Fuck you." "Oh, right. Anyways, go see Danny. He's the only one what can help you now." "Okay, thanks. Catch you later." "Right right." "Oh, Dree?" "Yup?" "Who in the fuck is Danny?" "Aunt Mellie's boy. I assume you know who Aunt Mellie is?" "Bitch, just give me an address." "I don't fuckin' know, do I? He may be in the art deco, or else someone there knows where he is." What am I, playing Twenty Steps to Danny the Tuxedo Maker? Do I have to Scooby Doo my way throughout Rotterdale just to get dressed for one party I'm not sure I should be going to in the first place? Fucking fuck. Useless, but at least the named spot is only down the street. While I were letting my feet do the walking, I let my eyes wander around a little bit. Christmas lights, Christmas trees, beautiful girls in floppy red hats... This town isn't so bad every now and then. And then the smell of horse... and here we are. Down at the end of Main is the art studio with the stables built next to them because the Garden has the most horses in town and the Garden owns the deco. The sign on the wall told me to come right in, so in I came. The tiny room was nothing but a break from the cold covered in pictures and paintings with a staircase going along the back wall. Up that I went, and I found the familiar welcoming desk with the door behind it and the window behind me looking out to the frosted street. There was no one there to greet me, sooo... "Hello?" No one in the main room, either. No one but a tiny girl (no kidding, right?) with short black hair prancing away in next to nothing, singing at the top of her lungs. I drew attention to myself, but it seems she was playing her music to herself too loud and only stopped in the room for a moment before popping off to the back. Further calls got me a horse voice, so I stepped through the door. Screams, shouts to get the hell out, and then, "Oh, hey, Derrick. What's up?" Oh yeah. I forgot my twins worked here. Wait, work? The two of them were bare-ass naked but for some very expensive-looking matching white lingerie. One was spread bald on the white-sheeted bed in the middle of the room with the other with her head buried between the first's legs. The black-haired girl looked quite shocked to be walked in on so, but she calmed down when she saw the twins recognize me. It was quite comical, her with her face full of food and her eyes all huge. "Help you?" she asked, still wide-eyed. I strode straight up to my two naked girls and kissed them both, not having a clue which was which. On both I tasted the most heady fragrance of pussy, and with all the liquid dripping off one's face, I assumed her to be Sara, whom I was pretty sure wasn't the gusher between the two. "Looking for Danny," I answered flap-jawed. 4-4-5 Christmas at the Bar "Oh, you're a friend," the girl answered as though it wasn't perfectly obvious by then. "Watashi wa Tikki; hajime mashite," she said with a very polite bow. "Derrick," I answered, holding out my hand to her, though I don't know why I bothered. As soon as she was upright again, she pressed her lips to mine, and with lips came tongue. She disappeared behind her mess of file folders straight away, chatting, "Danny's been so frightfully busy lately with the dance. I assume that's what you're looking for him for?" "Pretty much." While I thought Tikki was quite an eyeful, my twins were still very naked and very sweaty. Sara had her arms around Cindy's thigh like a big fluffy pillow, and both were watching me with very relaxed smiles on their faces. "Sorry for bothering you, but don't you guys have watches that..." "I can," she interrupted, "but it's a question of availability. There are two people you don't mess with in your life: the person that dresses you, and the person that does your hair. Ah, here we are." I slid on up to see what she was looking at, and the twins each held their hands out to let their fingertips run across my arm as I walked by. "He finished most everything, but he's trying to relax for the rest of the night. I'm sorry to say, but..." "Remember the trip that got lost for like, half a year?" Cindy said before Tikki could disappoint. "Of course. We were all terrified," the tiny photographer answered, almost offended at the idea that she might not remember. "Derrick was the one with Mandy who kept them fat and happy until they got found." Instantly Tikki's attitude towards me changed. Her eyes softened and her guard dropped; I'd seen it before. "I'm sure Danny would do anything for you," she insisted. "All of us would." She flicked her watch, then she lowered her chin and I saw her lips move; I knew she'd be either talking to Danny himself or someone who knew where he was. "He'll be here in a few hours," she said after a moment, looking back up at me. "Meanwhile, how good are you with a camera?" "He's wonderful," Sara said gleefully. "Remember that set we showed you from the Garden party this spring?" "That was you?" Tikki asked me in quite a bit of shock. For the next two hours (this guy must not be too prompt) Tikki and I worked the twins over with motion cameras while they made love over and over again. Not only was she constantly commenting both my capture of angles and my creative action directing, but she was always doubling back to bump into me and my unmistakably hard cock. Whenever she looked at me, she had this huge, unabashed smile. We don't get many Japanese in this town, and I've got to say that even for an obvious half-breed like her, there was a certain charm I was suddenly wishing there was more of in my life. Danny himself came sulking in by and by. He walked right up to me to shake my hand as though twins eating each other into a frenzy on a bed in front of him was a usual occurrence in his life. After greeting everyone (with words; he didn't seem in the mood to kiss everyone), he promptly turned around and told me he'd be waiting outside. I bid my farewells to the twins (both pulled their fingers out of their own folds and placed them in my mouth as they kissed me off together), and Tikki showed me to the door. "I'm especially grateful for what you did," she said in the more heavy voice I'd expect from someone watching something so erotic. "I know those kids. Come 'round after the dance, yeah?" She released me after one more kiss, and suddenly I was ready to abandon the prospect of being dressed for a dance in favor of spending the remainder of the night in the company of three rather frisky women as opposed to a surly-looking, overworked man. "You know how to ride, I assume?" he asked as he led me to the stables next door. A large horse came trotting right up to him. "Never got the chance..." He swore to himself, then called over a second horse with a few notes on a whistle that was dangling around his neck. "You'll be fine as long as you can hold your seat; it's not that far, and I'll lead her." So, up I went. No saddle, bridle, or bit. I was instructed to hold fast with my thighs, but they were tired in minutes. I was allowed to hold onto my mare by her mane, but when I finally got off her after we trounced through a couple town blocks, she seemed quite glad to be rid of me. She and her companion trotted off to the back yard of the private home, and the door shut behind them. "Look, I'm sorry if I'm putting you out... I just got informed this afternoon that I'd be taking someone, and..." "It's fine," Danny insisted. I didn't feel quite put at ease, but at least business would be getting taken care of. "By the way, how much will it..." "I don't work for money," he interrupted. "Besides, from what I hear, you've earned it. Honestly, a suit is the least I can do for you." He was walking towards the door, not making it easy to strike conversation. He let himself in with a touch of his watch to the doorknob. "I'm just tired." "This yours?" "I live in Charlotte. A few fashion designers consult me there. Hello?" So that's what took him so long. Poor guy finally got home after breaking his hands on work, and I probably ripped him out of bed. If I guessed right, a bed that had a woman. Or not... From around a corner came the most beautiful (yeah, yeah, they're all "the most beautiful" in this town) brunette. In the dim light, I could make out poofy hair that'd reach a foot above her head if it wasn't so long, and eyes of icy blue that looked hauntingly familiar. She wore a black silk robe over a black silk nightgown, and her feet were clad in red slippers with fluffy white trim that reminded me of how much I love Christmas. She had a tree and lights and the works as well, but it looked like a bachelorette's pad rather than a home for four. She and Danny assumed a gentle embrace, though their lips locked in an effect that made my mouth water. She wasn't shy about moaning into his mouth, and he finally seemed to be enjoying himself. "What brings you back so soon, Danny boy?" she asked in a light musical voice. "Another one for 'the dance,'" he scoffed. I took it to mean that he had had his fill of the whole event, and I doubted he'd be attending himself. "You want me to take care of it, baby? You must be tired..." "Actually," I interrupted, "I don't really know what on Earth this dance is about in the first place. Can someone fill me in?" The two glanced at me as though they'd forgotten I was in the room. "I need to prep up anyways," Danny groaned. "You can measure him." He trounced off to a door that took him down a flight of echoing stairs. The lady smiled at me and took me by the hand. "I'm Melody," she said in a very melodic, hypnotizing voice. "Not the Melody?" "As far as I know; I make dresses, sound familiar?" "I thought you'd be older, is all. You know you're quite famous around these parts?" She grinned like she was quite used to compliments, and led me to the kitchen. "Warm enough for you?" she asked while searching through cabinets and refrigerator. "Quite." Her home was quite homey. I even had delusions of getting fed while I was there, and I was certainly looking forward to being measured by her. "Then strip," she commanded. "Do what?" "I can hardly measure you if you're wearing clothes, can I?" What would you do if you were in a strange house and someone's woman was telling you to strip? "Here, let me help you. So, who're you taking to the dance? Anyone I know?" "Reoren Fraliusan," I said. She was already working off my pants, bypassing my shirt completely. "Hmm... doesn't sound familiar. This dance is pretty special; she must really like you." "I just live with her, is all. I rent. What's up with this dance, anyways? She'd gotten my pants down; my shirt was covering my unrequited arousal. I had intended to save it up for the dance, but the twins had gotten to me pretty bad. This beautiful woman's breath on my legs might be all it takes. "This town pulls in huge amounts of revenue from sporting events. As you may know, the high school is in competition with Tranquil Breeze Garden, where I come from. They try to make dances and stuff to raise their appeal rather than actually raise salaries and grades. Imagine that." "I wouldn't know," I answered. "Turns out, Cameron kids got used to partying. Laurel U lost admissions to party schools, and we started getting parties of less favorable nature around here. In fact, the last big one had this guy's sister getting..." "Sounds like I'm pretty famous, too." "That was you? My my, you do get around. So with that, Laurel decided to throw this little bash. A real formal one. Code: Purple." "What's purple?" "White bow ties, frock coats, and top hats. Any other questions?" She had gotten my pants of with my shoes, and I helplessly let her pull my shirt and jacket off with one pull, letting me sit there in defeat with a big tent in my shorts. "Yeah. Why do I have to take my clothes off for you to measure me?" "You don't." She hooked her fingers into my undershorts and pulled down. I lifted up off the chair I don't know why, and there they went, and there it was. "Stand up," she ordered. She was on her knees in front of me, and she began depressing her fingers into my legs. "Umm... don't you need measuring tape for that?" "Tape is for suckers," she insisted. "So, are you planning on stabbing me in the eye with that thing?" I blushed quite well. After all, my equipment was standing up as high as could be, vibrating and bouncing with every shiver that ran through me when she touched me anywhere. "That's not where I normally stab people with it, no," I said, but you have no idea how stupid I felt about it. Sure, if I'd said it to some sixteen-year-old, I'm sure she'd be the one blushing, but this Melody didn't seem like some giggilish girl to be easily impressed by one-liners. She raised an eyebrow at me, and I wanted to retreat into myself. It didn't help that I could see clear to her toes down her nightgown. "Are you still in high school or something, talking to women like that?" she asked with a rather humorous grin. "Mostly high school girls I..." "Hush." She rose to her feet. She stood several inches shorter than me, making us strain our necks to look one-another in the eye. "It's beautiful," she whispered to me, her fingers tickling the underside of my shivering rod. All at once, the nervousness flowed out of me, and it was replaced by anxiety. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing in bed; this grown-ass woman isn't going to fall for any of my bullshit. What was I doing there? Getting dressed, supposedly. Asking for trouble, that's all I was doing. She did the doing for me. She leaned up on her toes to kiss me, and I actually felt my breath shaking. "Now let me show you how I felt when I heard someone took on a whole fraternity to protect his sister," she whispered in her magical voice, and with a few more sweet kisses to my lips, she began kissing her way down, down, down my chest and to my stomach. She got back on her knees, and after some lingering below my navel, I felt the hot wetness of her mouth envelop my prick. Becky would never believe me. Melody, top dressmaker in the state, was sucking me off, and stupid me wasn't doing a thing to stop her. I wanted to tell her that I was saving up for a girl, but while I was stringing together two words to say, I felt her talented tongue tickling my engorged urethra, and great torrents of cum came shooting out of me before I knew what hit me. She swallowed it all with enthusiasm, but she didn't look impressed. "Wow. One minute." "Can't do a thing about it when it comes to a woman as beautiful and talented as you," I said, panting with the intensity of my orgasm. She smirked and got to her feet. "But seriously, that was pretty fast. Something on your mind?" "Doing a photo session with my girlfriend before I came over," I said. "Wow; good girlfriend. I didn't mess anything up, did I?" "What? No, not at all. She and I, we're not trying to take sex that seriously. In fact, she was with a woman." "Weren't you and Danny coming from the studio?" "Yeah..." "Tikki was on the clock, weren't she?" "Yup." "That explains it," she said with a small laugh and a pat on my still-raging cock. "She's got an eye for art that really touches your heart. Hardly anyone in the area will touch any nude work that dosn't come from her camera." "Like you and your dresses?" She beamed at me in response, then told me to wait a moment while she conferred with Danny. I found a few things to chew on that my hostess had left out for me, and I amused myself with them and a few pictures laying about. Everywhere there were women of all ages with Melody, all of them wearing beautiful dresses. I assumed they were works of hers; and if so, she was quite good. I felt quite a bit more confident about her and Danny fitting me for this party. She came back up after half an hour or so; the night was getting pretty far along. She told me everything was fine, even as she took me by my erect cock and pulled me into her bedroom. "How do you want it?" she asked with stars in her eyes. "I'm not quite sure. Why am I getting it in the first place?" "You care very deeply about your sister, and that's all I need to know. All you need to know is that I'll feel very regretful if I let you leave her tomorrow morning without making love to me." So, that's how it went. *********** I woke up very refreshed the next morning. Danny was gone, but Melody explained that he had finished before I had (ha ha ha), which was no race, seeing as I had run her into the night after her challenge. She was quite the homemaker, putting together some rather delicious breakfast for me. "So, where're you meeting this girl? I remember my mother telling me how a guy would come pick his date up in a limousine." Wow, her mom must be old. "I'm not sure. Best give her a call, I think." My fingers shook when Reo's phone rang, but she was the one to answer, "Derrick? Hi! I was afraid you hadn't got my message!" Hearing her voice made it all worth it for sure. Melody saw me smiling and beamed at me. "Not to worry. We still on for tonight?" "But you didn't call me last night, so I didn't have a chance to warn you about..." "It's alright," I said with a look to Melody. "Everything's taken care of. How do... hang on." Melody had slipped me a note; her hand slid down my pant leg as it retreated. "Umm... where do you want me to pick you up?" "Pick me up? But..." "Your place at brillig?" "Umm... sure, Derrick. I'm looking forward to it." When the connection severed, I felt happier than I had in ages. I lept up and embraced a likewise leaping Melody, and I hugged her with all the joy that had been bottling up inside me. "I'm so happy for you," she said with a tear in her eye. I wiped it away from her beautiful face, still a ridiculous smile on mine. "Thank you so much, Melody." Putting her own smile aside, she shook her hair out of her face, tilted back, shut her eyes, and pursed her lips so that I could thank her properly. I did so, kissing her with a magic that was sure to spill out into the dance once I got there. She moaned and kissed me back, and in no time at all my nosy erection was poking her in the belly. "I take it back. You really do know how to flatter a girl," she said softly. "Now, how are you planning on kissing her tonight?" With a lopsided grin and feeling lightheaded, I plastered my mouth onto hers, letting my tongue swim around in her mouth. She fell under my spell at once, moving with me and gripping me closely. I pushed my hand into her ridiculously small black robe she had donned to match mine (though mines was more man-sized and made of actual cotton wheres hers was a film of black gossamer) and groped at her breast. My cock was pressing hard into her, letting her know what was on my mind. When we parted, she wiped the excess slime of saliva off her mouth with (yet another) a silly grin. "Non, non, non," she insisted. "Huh? What'd I do wrong?" It took her a moment to recover her breath. "Hands on my waist, lover boy." I did as I was told. "Eyes locked onto mine." No problems there. "I don't want your tongue in my mouth so soon before dinner, and if you try and drill a hole into my stomach with your boner without kissing me good and long first, I'm gonna think you're thinking all the other pretty girls at the dance, comprends?" "Completely." With a fresh start, I kissed her again, this time touching only her chin to direct her face up to receive my kiss. My hand then went back to her waist, and it stayed there for the next several minutes while I kissed her as thoroughly as I could without trying to mine for gold with my tongue. She was hardly moaning then, so I thought I was doing something wrong, but I just kept at it, and soon enough she started whining for more. Her hips were undulating against me, but I held my ground, concentrating on kissing her. Her tongue sought me out, but I gave it only cursory touches, concentrating on loving the feel of her soft lips. In time, I gave into her desire for a deeper kiss, and our bodies melted together. Unlike before, her body was warm all over, and I could feel her leaning on me for support. I managed to stumble over my chair and fall on my ass, but she ended up on top of me. It took her about eight seconds to part my robe and take my cock in her hand. I opened hers as well, and after rubbing her pussy a few times, I held her by the hips to guide her over mine, and she pointed my cock into her pussy as she lowered herself onto me. She leaned forward to kiss me, letting me thrust up into her. "How often would you say you make love opposed to just having sex or fucking?" she asked me quite sincerely as I worked my cock inside her. "Not often enough," I answered quite honestly. The feeling was completely different from the night before. I didn't even care if I came; all I wanted was to see her face immersed in pleasure. I turned us over and thrust into her. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to keep up with how good it felt to be working with her, and that old feeling crept up in me, threatening to make an early morning of me. To compensate, I worked slower and deeper, crushing my pelvis against her pubic bone each time. "Faster," she urged instead, and while I complied, I still made full use of my length. Her hips thrust up to meet mine in their own time, working her wet clit up like I'd hoped. "I'm gonna come," she sighed in an almost inaudible voice. "Me too," I said as sensually as I could. The night before, she swallowed every time she got me off. I was hoping this time would be different. I thrust harder and harder into her, every motion carefully planned to bring both of us off. She was there with me, kissing me, rubbing her clit, or grabbing onto me for support. I gripped her by the shoulder in what should've been a definitive warning, but she kept it up. The longer it went on, the more I dared to hope, and the faster my orgasm came to me, until finally it was too late to go back. That delicious calm before the storm, that ultra-tightness in the cock that says you're about to blow, but a pussy just never gets you the exact pressure at the right time as your hand can. I kept sliding in and out of her, trying to stimulate that perfect spot, and then bam. Cum shooting out of me and into her, and that incredible feeling of indescribable pleasure coursing through every bit of me. It was in her too; my orgasm seemed to trigger hers, and the more cum I shot into her, the harder she got off. It was everything I had hoped for and more. 4-4-5 Christmas at the Bar "Now that is how you should make love to your date tonight," she sighed contentedly. I held my ground mounted on her, kissing her as befits the situation. "I don't know if she likes me like that, though," I said cautiously. "You don't even know me," she said, "yet you just did that. Making love isn't about moving towards the next step, it's being a kind person that cares for another person. It's there no matter what your future together is, and the sex is just a celebration of that." Hmm. Got to think about that. "Mind if I take a shower?" I asked. "I doubt I'll win points showing up smelling like this." "Your funeral," she giggled. "Think I'll have one too. You don't mind sharing, do you?" "Melody?" "Mm?" "Don't take this the wrong way..." "What is it?" "You know how you said you'd regret it if we didn't make love before I left?" "Of course." "Well, I'd like to..." "Again?" she asked, flabbergasted. "No offense... it's just that I..." "You what?" "All night long I was dreaming about coming inside you, and now..." "You liked that, did you?" "Oh yeah." "Me too." "One more time?" "It's just that I thought you'd be tired. And don't you have somewhere to be?" "Not until three." "But you've still got to get dressed, eat..." "It's still early." She made a sour face at me, but I leaned down to kiss her again and thrust into her anew. "Oh, no you don't. Shower first." But I persisted, answering the call of my deflated but not flaccid cock, and in minutes we were moving together like lovers do, all the way through half an hour, where I was fucking her from behind and ultimately coming inside her again. We showered, and I escaped without further damage.