0 comments/ 22634 views/ 5 favorites Boy Meets Girl By: mooncat Slowly and carefully he peeled the clothes from his aching body and let them fall onto the cool tiles of the bathroom floor. She had given him a cup of some strange tea that had eased the worst of his hangover, but enough of it still lingered to make bending over disorienting and mildly painful. He had drunk enough last night to float a battleship in, trying to drown the visions from his mind. They had been attacking her, abusing her for refusing to give them her "services," and he had been so disgusted that he had stepped in and smashed a few heads so that they were aware of his feelings on pressuring an unwilling woman. He had seen her around the city a few times before, and knew that she was not a prostitute, as his fellow guards had assumed, but a travelling dancer and acrobat who was working in one of the more reputable taverns in the lower city, so he felt fully justified in showing them some integrity. The gratitude in her eyes had been more than enough thanks for him, but he still felt dirty by association, so he walked with her to her tavern and proceeded to try to drown his sorrows in the rich, nutty beer that was served as she danced. He had sat there with his glass, watching the swing of her hips and various contortions with studied disinterest, occasionally wondering why he had turned down her offer of "payment" in thanks for his help, but as soon as his thoughts turned that way he would down his glass and proceed further along the road to oblivion. By the time her set was done he was completely drunk, and she had helped him to her rooms since he obviously could not make it to his own quarters. She had very kindly allowed him to sleep in her bed, and had served him a hot brew that had cleared most of the blinding pain in his temples when he awoke. Despite her continued offers, he declined any further reward for his assistance, asking only if he could use her bathing facilities before heading home. She had shown him in, and now he stood unclothed in the cool air of the bathroom, adjusting the flow of water until it reached his preferred temperature, the air beginning to fill with a swirling mist that gave the scene a dreamlike quality. He stepped into the stream of hot water, feeling it slip silkily over his bare skin, washing away his lingering hangover. He luxuriated in the feel of it, like fingers brushing over him, smoothing away the lingering ache in his muscles. Then somewhere in the midst of the stream of water there were fingers, tracing the line of his jaw, lingering over his chest and slipping down to his ribs. Despite the heat of the water he shivered, and felt those ghostly fingers following the tremors down his spine, separating at the base of his ribcage and flowing like water around his sides to meet and trace patterns on his belly. Lips tickled the skin of his jaw, and then nibbled around the shell of his ear, moving down to suck and bite gently at his neck. He gasped involuntarily as he felt the sweet rush of hot blood to his groin, and felt the lips curve into a triumphant smile against his neck. She slowly pressed her body against his, allowing him to feel the curve of her breasts, the softness of the skin on her stomach and the silky feel of hair, then she inched her way around his body, twisting gently against him so that her warm body seemed to become one with the sensual twisting of hot water that played across his body. Finally she was facing him, leaning back so that there was still space between their bodies but taking his mouth in a soft kiss. At first it was a gentle, almost chaste kiss despite her obvious intentions, but she soon pushed harder against him, running her tongue across his lips seeking entry. He acquiesced, taking her into his mouth, and then pushing back into hers, where she massaged his tongue with her teeth and lips, slowly adding fuel to the coals that were already smouldering within him. He could hardly refuse her, not with his body demanding more of her, and so he stopped resisting and let the fires burn. When her mouth finally released him he was left gasping, dazed with the passion and heat, wanting so desperately but unable to clear his mind enough to take her. She smirked, obviously seeing the helpless lust that burned in his eyes, and slowly pressed her body against him so that he could feel her skin pressed hot and smooth against his pulsing length. His breathing sped and his pulse raced. She then knelt before him, sliding her body against his the whole way down so that the friction made him gasp and shudder, sick with wanting. He could tell without looking that a pearly drop of his passion lay on the end of his length, and she slowly leaned forward and gently kissed it away. Another drop formed and she kissed that away too, another kiss, another drop, another kiss, another drop until his whole being was concentrating on the fire pooling behind in his groin. He could see light shimmering in the water that swirled across the soft swell of her breasts. He shivered and concentrated hard, determined to draw the exquisite pleasure out as long as he could before he lost control, but he was right on the edge as it was. She pulled away for a moment, letting the steamy air swirl around them, slowly running her fingers along his length to keep the friction up, but allowing him to cool down and regain control. He had barely managed to stop gasping for breath before she kissed his tip again, but this time instead of pulling away she opened her lips and drew the head into her mouth. The sensation was… sensational. He nearly came right then and there, and his body was shaken by helpless convulsions that shuddered along his pulsating length, but he fought down the urge because he was burning to feel the moment when she took him in entirely. She played him for a time, lipping at his head and teasing his slit until he was aflame with desire, then she paused, and took firm hold of his hips before taking his length entirely into her mouth. He could feel her throat muscles massaging the sensitive head of his penis as her tongue moulded to the underside of his length, and he could not help but thrust desperately into that hot, wet cavern, but she held him firmly and all he could do was moan and toss his head helplessly as she sucked him down into the depths of her. Her hand found his testicles and fondled them, teasing and touching, running her nails across the tender flesh of his inner thigh. Constantly her mouth worked on his entire length, gripping and releasing and caressing with the rough flesh of her tongue, causing what seemed to be impossible friction. And finally he could take no more, the tightness and desperate passion that seized him demanded and found an outlet and he was plunged into a sea of incredible pleasure, coming violently in streams of black velvet and bright colours, hands desperately clutching her hair as she gulped and swallowed him down. He fell against the wall of the shower, gasping for air, relief still shuddering through him. But hardly were the convulsions over than the beast at the base of his belly was up and wanting more. "Mmmm, hard to please, are we?" She chuckled throatily, and took his hand, leading him still dripping from the shower and into the bedroom. He followed, completely dazed with heat and passion, still feeling the fire that smouldered in his gut. She let go his hand to sprawl across the bed, stretching languorously to display her body: the delicate feet and ankles, up the smooth skin of her legs and thighs to the curves of her hips, across her firm belly to the smooth swell of her breasts, the nipples dark coins on the mounds of cool white skin, the sculpted ivory column of her throat, her delicate features, lips moist with his spent passion and huge dark eyes crowned with a thick mane of silky black hair that rippled across her shoulders. He wanted her so much as she stretched and preened beneath his gaze, wanted to take her and feel her legs wrapped around him, feel her pressed tight against him and feel her sharing the need which was fast consuming him. He moved to pin her, to feel her take him inside her, but she flipped him onto his back just as he thought he had her, and before he even realised what she was doing she had locked his ankles into the cuffs that were attached to the posts at the end of the bed. For a moment he tensed, and then relaxed as she ran her hands down the sides of his body, carefully avoiding his belly or his manhood. She was obviously intending to draw this out as much as she could, and with his legs locked in place, there was very little he could do about it. Not that he minded much, the way things were going. He reached up and took her in his arms, hands wandering over her neck and down, cupping her breasts, feeling the silky skin of them before rubbing the pad of his thumb over her nipples. He felt them become hard and hot under his hand and smirked, pleased that she was just as susceptible to pleasure as he was. Keeping her distracted with his hands, he let his mouth wander, licking and nibbling her neck, tasting the sweet, musky sweat of sex on her skin. He moved down to nuzzle her nipples, sucking at them and smiling when she shivered and moaned. His hands went down to cup the cheeks of her buttocks, pressing his fingers into the firm flesh and feeling her arch her back so that their bellies touched, shivering when her hair brushed the tip of his manhood. His hands were beginning to caress their way up the inside of her thighs when she grabbed his wrists, forcing them wide so he was spreadeagle on the sheets. "Oh no you don't, this is my turn," she muttered, her voice sending tingles down his spine, and then proceeded to cuff his hands to the bedposts so he was utterly helpless. "Much better. You know, you're really appealing when you're vulnerable." She laughed quietly to herself, then set her hands to work, fingertips tracing patterns in fire across his skin, mouth trailing hot kissed all over his body, except for one area, which she strategically avoided just to taunt him. He was so swollen it was almost painful, the way his penis throbbed as every beat of his heart sent hot blood rushing through it. Without even touching his length she had him right on the edge again, using hands and mouth to tease him so that he shook with barely contained lust. She intoxicated him so that he could barely tell who he was, all he knew was the smell of her, the feel of her body and the sweet fire that burned between his legs and demanded to be satisfied. He bucked against his restraints, could feel the tension in him building… And then she stopped, and simply lay quietly beside him until he calmed. Then she took him again, teeth, tongue, lips and hands. She pushed him right to the edge again and again, over and over until he was crazy with desire, burning with built up tension and desperate for relief. "You know, I don't think you deserve me," she said as she paused in her torment of his throbbing body, "I'm not sure if you've earned the full treatment." She was going to leave him like this! "Please…" he whimpered through gritted teeth, "please…" She laughed, kneeling beside him so that her nipples jutted across his line of sight, sending a fresh flood of desire through him. The tyrant between his legs demanded to be satisfied. "You beg very nicely. I think I'll give it to you, even if you don't deserve it." The she straddled him, high across him so that she wasn't touching his length yet. He arched his back, desperate to be within her, straining as high as his restraints would let him, but she kept just out of reach. Then slowly, oh so slowly she lowered herself, so that is tip was pressing against her entrance. He was shaking and desperate, straining to reach but he was at the end of his chains already, so he could do nothing to speed her slow descent onto him. Millimetre by excruciating millimetre she impaled herself on his throbbing penis, making him shake and moan and beg for her to go faster, faster! But she would not accede to his whimpered pleas, and kept up the slow penetration until he was completely insensate to anything but the pleasure and torture between his legs. Then suddenly she rammed herself down onto him, leaning back so that he entered her completely, and he arched his back helplessly and screamed. Ruthlessly she pushed him down, grinding his buttocks into the sheets but he barely felt it. He was surrounded by yielding softness, drowning in heat and moisture, unable to do anything but feel. She held him completely immobile, watching with a smirk on her delicious lips as he shuddered and convulsed beneath her, but stopped him from moving too much so that his passion began to ease. Then, when he finally stopped trembling, she leaned into him and clenched all her abdominal muscles. He could feel them tighten around him, contracting so that he was enveloped in supple, quivering flesh. She relaxed, and then tightened again, over and over so that her velvety walls gripped and released him in rhythm with his panting moans. She began to rock back and forward, shifting her pelvis and clenching her muscles, all in time with the beat of his heart that sent the hot blood throbbing through his pulsating length. She brought her mouth down to his, and slowly, ever so slowly pushed her tongue into his mouth, gradually becoming more demanding as her pace increased. They rocked hard together in perfect timing, her hands wandering freely over his skin, now moist and sensitive with the sweat of passion. His nipples were as hot and swollen as his penis, and as her fingertips rubbed and twisted it felt almost as if the two parts of his body became equal in the pleasure they caused to burn through him. Now she acceded to his whispered demands, moving faster, pushing harder. With every twist of her hips he could feel himself pulsing deeper and higher into her body. She was panting now, her body slick with sweat so that she slipped easily against him, every touch of her hand was burned on his skin, every kiss from her lips smouldered in his mouth and lightning raced between them everywhere their bodies touched. He could tell that this time, she would not hold back, this time she would loose the jesses and they would soar together. And he had never wanted anything so much before in his life. They continued, he thrusting deeply into her body, she caressing every bit of his body within her reach. She reached behind her to tease and fondle his testicles, drawing them out where they had been tucked tightly into his body, then leaned forward and kissed her way, panting, from his navel up his chest to his lips. He moved from her mouth and bit his way along her jaw line, his breath hot against her neck, and then thrust hard into her so that she leaned forward and her breasts came into range of his mouth, where he proceeded to suck and nibble on them until she was nearly sobbing with pleasure. He burned now with so much need and passion that he was convulsing helplessly, thrusting deeply into her and she clung to him and rode him as a cowboy does a bronco, moving with him and around him, wrapping her thighs round his waist he could feel the play of her muscles along his legs. He could feel it now, an intense and irresistible pressure building within him, liquid fire pooling behind his groin, and the pace of his thrusts increased. Then it all snapped. He arched is back and plunged helpless and unresisting into a blazing, blistering universe where nothing existed but heat and moisture and the throbbing of steaming blood and fluid through his manhood. He could feel every muscle in his body straining, feel his vocal cords stretch as he screamed his almost unbearable passion in insane duet with her. Just when he thought he could stand no more of the searing, blazing relief it began to ease and he fell back against the tangled sheets, completely limp from such massive release. She lay, heavy atop him, letting him go soft within her, murmuring softly in his ear until he slowly drifted from orgasm to sleep. He woke languorously to the feel of fingers lightly tracing the lines of his body, this time not to tease and inflame but soothe and relax. She had undone the cuffs while he slept and now lay cradled in his arms, her head resting in the curve of his shoulder while one hand lazily tracing patterns on his chest. He rolled slightly and gently touched his lips to hers, in unspoken thanks for the pleasure he had received. Pleasure; the word hardly seemed adequate for the act that had dazzled him with its intensity and was now burned into his mind. It had all happened so fast! But what was currently foremost in his mind was a question that had been bothering him from the beginning. "Do you habitually sleep with handcuffs attached to your bedposts?" he asked bemusedly. She chuckled, her voice husky and deep in her throat. "Yes, actually." Pause. "Does on dare ask why?" "There's good reason for it. Should gentlemen such as those you saved me from confront me here, I simply pretend to do to them what I did to you, but once I have them chained down I simply get up and leave them there for an hour or two. After a while I come back in and start cleaning my nails with a knife. I love the moment when they realise just how helpless they are, and their eyes are just filled with desperate pleading, and they squirm, instinctively trying to get their legs closed. I let them suffer for a while, and then put their belts on them, tie their clothes to their belt and force them out the door at knifepoint. It's really quite satisfying." She chuckled, and wriggled further into the crook of his arm. "I think I pity them a great deal," he murmured. It was true, in that position a man was completely vulnerable. He felt so utterly drained, but also completely satiated. They lay in contented silence, enjoying the feeling of being close, until she shifted to look into his eyes. "Don’t think I took you out of any sort of gratitude either. I took you because I like you. You getting off your face merely made it easier for me to get what I wanted." She smirked, supremely pleased with herself, and poked him in the ribs with an accusatory finger. "Don’t tell me you didn't enjoy it." "Hardly! That was… incredible." He shook his head. "I've never experienced anything like that before." "I should hope not! I'm very, very good at what I do." She was completely right on that score. "I noticed." "I think I noticed you noticing." He paused, running his fingers through her elegant wealth of hair. "So, how long will you be staying here?" He asked casually. She just laughed. "Long enough, dear boy, long enough!" she said as she pulled him to her. Boy Meets Girl "What's her sister look like?" Dave Newell asked his brother. "You've seen Steph. They're sisters." Stephanie Johnson was a hottie, no doubt about that, Dave thought. Still, that didn't necessarily mean that her sister would be a looker. If Stephanie were from Venus, her sister could be from Uranus. Besides, he resented the last-minute's notice and the fact that Brad had told Stephanie that he'd date her kid sister without having bothered to ask him first whether he was interested in going out with the girl. He shook his head. "I should say no," he said. Brad's hopeful countenance remained hopeful. "But I won't." Brad clapped him on the upper arm. "Thanks, Dave! I knew you wouldn't let me down!" It was all set. Stephanie had made her acceptance of Brad's invitation to a dinner and a movie (and, hopefully, to a make-out session along the unpaved road that meandered through the copse atop the steep hill that the kids called Moonlight Drive) conditional upon Brad's finding a date for her sister, Jenny. For one of the few moments in their lives, Brad was glad he had a younger brother. Thanks to Dave's agreement to double with him and Stephanie, he'd be able to go out with one of the hottest recent grads of Baxter Prep, the arch rival of Brad's former alta mater, Delmar High, which Dave still attended, if only for the last few weeks of his senior year, just as Jenny was a senior at her sister's one-time school. When Dave saw his date, he felt like the lecherous wolf in the old cartoons when the animal spies a curvy female character: his mouth seemed to gape as he drooled uncontrollably and his eyes seemed to launch from their sockets like spherical missiles attached to elastic nerves and muscles before springing back into place. He thought he might need to manually close his dropped jaw, the way the cartoon wolf did. Fortunately, he did none of these things. What he did do, instead, was stammer like an idiot as he introduced himself. Jenny Johnson was every bit as gorgeous as her sister, Stephanie. She had blonde hair, streaked with yellow and orange so that it looked like wisps of fire, and her wide eyes, framed by long, luxuriant lashes, were azure, the color of a cloudless summer sky. A thin, straight nose led his gaze downward, past the high, apple cheeks, to lush, smooth lips, pink and soft as the petals of a rose. Silver earrings, set with Zircon "diamonds," dangled like miniature chandeliers from the lobes of her delicate ears. Her breasts were full, high, round, and firm, but, he knew, even without the evidence of his hands, they were also soft as pillows but sleek as silk or satin. The nipples were modestly small, but visible, surrounded by just a suggestion of their areolas, beneath the tight tank top she wore without a bra. Her bare midriff was suntanned and bronze, the tiny hollow of the inverted navel pierced with a silver belly ring. She wore a mini-skirt of silk or some other girly fabric that hugged her hips and displayed her perfect legs. A pair of simple black heels adorned her small, delicate feet. She was just as beautiful from behind, her derriere dull and round--and, Dave couldn't help but to think, inviting--despite her narrow hips. He'd hit the jackpot as much with Jenny as his brother had with Stephanie. After dinner and a movie, they'd found a quiet, private place to park, on Moonlight Drive, the unpaved road that wound through a wooded mountainside that overlooked their community, Falls Hill. Spread out across the valley, the streets, houses, shops, and stores that were as familiar to each of them as his or her own name took on an unexpected glamour, as if it were a fairytale village wherein perfect people lived happily ever after, every woman was a lovely, kindhearted lady and every man a charming, handsome prince. Romance, Dave supposed, was in the air. His own warm, fuzzy feelings for Jenny made everything seemed more beautiful and glamorous than it would otherwise appear to be. He and his date sat in the back seat of his brother's car, with Brad and Stephanie up front, which was fine with Dave, for he and Jenny had neither the obstacles of bucket seats nor the stick shift and console between them to contend with; they just had each other. Jenny's warm, affectionate nature had emboldened Dave, who, nevertheless, found himself intimidated by her beauty, as the loveliness of girls always intimidated him. Despite the fact that Jenny had scooted across the bench seat as soon as Brad had parked the car, sliding close, so that she sat shoulder to shoulder, rib to rib, and hip to hip against Dave, and rested her soft curves and trim weight against his firmer, more angular frame, she still had to initiate the action between them, which made Dave feel foolish and boyish--but only for a few awkward moments. Once her dainty hand lit upon the column of his thigh, as a bird might light upon a branch, lust welled within him, his cock stirring, and he forgot to be awed by her beauty. They turned toward one another, Jenny's hand gliding up the polyester fabric of his slacks, feeling like a warm current, to cup the mound of his balls and his swelling cock. She gave his genitals a gentle, friendly squeeze, as if she were making their acquaintance. He returned her favor, letting his own palm glide along the silken flesh of her thigh. Her hand stopped him before he reached the silk panties she wore beneath her mini-skirt. Their faces were close, mere inches apart, and she stared deeply into his eyes. He wasn't certain of the emotions they reflected. Did he see, in her gaze, love, passion, invitation--or were these feelings simply his own, projected onto her? Her lips met his, and, before he knew it, they were kissing. At first, the kiss was just a nuzzling of their lips; in a few moments, their lips parted, and their tongues penetrated one another's mouth, probing and swirling the wet, liquid interior. Jenny's hand squeezed his thick, hard cock, leaving him no doubt of her intentions, and Dave located her nearer breast, cupping the soft-firm mound beneath the halter top, and noticed that she, too, in her girly way, was erect and ready. Although small, her nipples were hard points beneath the thin fabric. Dave slid his hand along Jenny's thigh again. As before, she allowed him to caress the length of her upper leg--until he got close to her panties. Then, her smooth hand intervened. "No," she whispered, "Why not?" he whispered back. "No," she repeated. Dave sighed. Women! he thought. If he lived a millennium, he'd never understand them. Jenny's contradictory signals were puzzling; they were also frustrating. If she weren't such a babe. . . . He kissed her neck. She didn't resist. She allowed him to plant a row of kisses down the side of her throat. She hadn't put her breasts off limits, at least. He squeezed the twin of the one he'd been caressing before he'd slid his hand up her thigh and been rebuffed upon reaching the thin fabric that shielded her sex from his hand. "Wait," she whispered. What now? Dave wondered. He withdrew his hand from the soft-firm mound, and she shifted away from him. Leaning forward, she removed her halter top. "My God!" Brad exclaimed from the front seat. He'd caught a glimpse in the rear-view mirror of Jenny's magnificent breasts. Full, round, high, and soft, yet firm, with erect pink nipples surrounded by puffy rosebud-areolas, they were the same golden tan as the rest of her superb body, indicating that she suntanned not only often, but all over as well. "What are you looking at?" Dave challenged his brother. "Nothing," Brad replied, lowering his gaze from the rear-view mirror. With satisfaction, Dave saw that his brother's assertion was true. Stephanie, according to her reputation at her former school, at least, was supposed to be a slut, but, unlike her younger sister, Jenny, she'd yet to remove her top--or anything else. Brad may have gotten an eyeful of Jenny, by accident, but he hadn't seen anything of his own date's body. Talk about a role reversal, Dave thought: usually, it was Brad who got to look and touch, not Dave. Apparently, Jenny was a little more inclined to share her charms with her date than her older sister was to do the same. Emboldened by his younger brother's success in having reached first base with his date, Brad squeezed Stephanie's breast. Dave smiled at the sound of the slap that Stephanie administered, followed by an irate reprimand. "How dare you?" "I thought--" "You thought what?" "Well, Jenny's removed her top, and she's let Dave--" "What the hell are you doing?" Stephanie demanded. "Spying on your brother and my sister?" "I couldn't help but catch a glimpse in the rear-view." "You could have if you hadn't been looking in the mirror!" "Steph, let's not fight." "What my sister does or doesn't do is her business." "Okay, okay." "But that doesn't mean I will follow suit." "I didn't say it did." "You implied it." "How?" "When you groped my breast, I told you to keep your hands to yourself, and you said, and I quote, 'Well, Jenny's removed her top, and she's let Dave.'" "I'm sorry, all right?" "If we weren't with Jenny and Dave, I'd make you take me home." "I am sorry. Really. Forgive me?" Stephanie flashed him a smile. "Only if you promise to kiss and make up." Puckering his lips, Brad moved bowed toward her face. She held up a forefinger, stopping him. "And promise not to spy on my sister again." "I promise." His lips met hers. For a while, the interior of the automobile was quiet except for sighs, heavy breathing, and an occasional moan. Outside, the full moon moved against the stars. Having scooted as far back on her side of the back seat as possible, Jenny had managed to bend far forward at the waist, her golden hair spilling over Dave's lower belly and upper thighs as, parting her lips, she took his erect cock into the warm-soft-wetness of her mouth. Although her position was awkward, due to the close confines of the space in which she worked, she was exceedingly graceful, the occasional slurping sounds she made as she sucked his prick notwithstanding. She was a good cock sucker. She excelled at the activity, in fact, providing the best oral service Dave, in his limited experience, had ever received. Her lips a firm circle, she plunged her cock-impaled mouth up and down in a slow, steady rhythm, the thick, hard organ sliding through her soft, full lips, over her wet tongue, and past the inner walls of her cheeks. Dave's dick responded, swelling further and becoming more rigid as it extended its length another fraction of an inch, until he was sporting the biggest erection he'd ever had in his life. Although the light was dim, late afternoon fading to twilight, he could make out the soft, shining cascade of her hair and her head bowed over his groin. Occasionally, he could see her chin and mouth, his huge cock between her rounded lips. Jenny's head continued to bob up and down as she drew the "O" of her lips back along the sleek column of flesh before plunging her liquid mouth back down the swollen shaft. She paused occasionally to lick the stalk of his manhood, to kiss his balls through the tight, risen pouch of his velvet-smooth scrotum, or to nuzzle his purple, swollen glans with her lips before sliding her lips back down his cock. Dave moaned, caressing her hair. He wanted his cock in her cunt, although he was enjoying having his manhood in her mouth. It was extremely erotic to have his balls inches from her lovely face and his penis inside her pretty mouth as she fucked her face with his prick, but he also wanted to penetrate her pussy, shoving his erection through her labia and into the warm, liquid center of her sex, riding her fast and hard as he thrust his meat into the depths of her belly. Of course, he'd also like to ravage her anally. The tightness of her sweet, puckered asshole, offset by the roominess of her rectum, would be fantastic. He smiled. Men, himself included, always seemed to want whatever kind of sex they weren't engaged in at the moment. If he were fucking or butt-fucking Jenny, he'd no doubt want her to be sucking his cock. He decided to forget about vaginal and anal intercourse for the moment and to concentrate on the excellent oral intercourse in which he was involved at the moment. Jenny's expert mouth performed upon him as if she were a musician and his prick was her piccolo. She was a gifted "instrumentalist," he thought. She was talented enough to suck cock at Carnegie Hall. She'd paused to lash his glans with quick flicks of the tip of her stiffened tongue, and the sensations were so pleasurable that Dave nearly came. His thighs flexed, his buttocks clenched, and his groin heaved, his cock twitching; his balls seemed to implode inside his scrotum. He moaned, clutching the sides of her head with his hands. Slipping his cock back into her mouth, Jenny let her head dip, sliding her lips down the shaft of his penis until her nose pressed against his pubes and her chin rested upon his balls, allowing saliva to collect inside her mouth. Then, her mouth a reservoir of his warm fluid, she swished his prick around, using her tongue and lips and the inner walls of her cheeks to toss and wag his member as if she were gargling with his prick inside her mouth. The combination of these motions and the collected saliva made it feel to Dave as if his cock were inside a pussy rather than Jenny's face, and the sensations that she produced in him by this tactic were too much for him; he reached the point of no return, and his cock, convulsing inside her mouth, spurted gush after gush of his thick, warm seed past her lips, over her teeth and tongue, and against the insides of her cheeks and the roof of her mouth as Dave groaned and gasped. Jenny remained motionless, accepting the full measure of his passion as his semen burst, liquid bombs exploding, inside her mouth. His warm, viscid seed tasted of salt, and it was as thick as melted butter. She very much enjoyed the rich texture and the salty flavor. She swallowed all of his load after savoring it until it began to lose its zest. Then, she licked clean the tip and shaft of Dave's penis, making sure not a bead or globule of the liquid pearls was lost. From the front seat, similar moans and gasps were heard from Brad, so, Dave guessed, Stephanie had forgiven his brother's presumptuous forwardness and his having spied on Dave and Jenny earlier--that or she was as horny as her sister obviously had been. Jenny sat up, scooted back toward Dave, and sat close to him, still bare breasted. She placed a hand on his inner thigh, a soft touch that would certainly have aroused him if he hadn't just had the orgasm of his life. In the dim light of the fading day, he could see her hair was mussed and her makeup slightly smeared; her eyes had a dreamy look. Had she climaxed? he wondered. She kissed him, and he felt his semen, slick and gummy, on her lips. He kissed her back, and she opened her mouth (her vagina, he thought) to him. Their tongues met, entwined, and he felt, rather than tasted, the thickness of her saliva which had mixed with his semen. Despite her having swallowed his load, a remnant of his seed remained inside her mouth. The thought that, in French kissing Jenny, he was sampling his own semen, excited him. It was odd, he thought, how sharing his own sperm aroused him, whereas the thought of having another man's semen on his tongue would disgust him. It was odd, too, that any man found pleasure in masturbating himself while many would find masturbating another man to be nothing but disgusting, despite the fact that a cock was a cock and balls were balls, just as semen was semen. There was no accounting for human nature, he guessed. As he kissed Jenny, Dave again wondered whether she was as aroused as he had been and as he was becoming again. She certainly seemed to be, but girls could pretend well. Her nipples were erect, but the coolness of the gathering night could account for their erection. There was one sure way to find out. He could check to see whether she was moist "down there." If her labia were wet, her cunt obviously would be as well, and if her pussy was lubricated, she obviously would be aroused, physically, if not emotionally, and ready for intercourse. Suddenly, it seemed necessary for him to know, one way or the other, whether Jenny was aroused; he had to know. Twice, he'd reached for her pussy, and twice he'd been wordlessly rebuffed. This time, he didn't intend to give her the opportunity to deny his questing hand. Instead of trailing his palm up her smooth thigh, he reached directly inside her mini skirt, felt the silk panties, and jerked his hand away, recoiling from her. "What the hell?" he cried. "Dave," Jenny said, her voice soft, crushed. He'd felt the unmistakable bulge of male genitals in her panties. Moreover, her cock, though small, was erect, and her balls were high inside her tightened scrotum. "Her"? Why did he refer to Jenny as "her"? It was obvious that, despite her long hair, makeup, feminine apparel, and breasts, "she" was a he! "You have a cock," Dave charged, "and balls!" Dave's statement got his brother's attention. "What did you say?" Brad called from the front seat as he untangled himself from Stephanie. He sat up and peered over the back of his bucket seat. "Jenny--or whatever his real name is--has a cock and balls; 'she's' a he!" Brad looked ready to puke. He turned an angry glance on his date. "What the hell is this?" he demanded. "Your sister's a guy?" "No," Stephanie asserted, sitting up and smoothing down her skirt. She had her top off. She'd also removed her bra, and her breasts, Dave could see in the faint light of the day's end, were just as perfect as Jenny's. High, firm, round, and beautiful, they were golden-brown and capped with rose-pink nipples and areolas. Like Jenny's, Stephanie's nipples were also stiff and swollen. Dave wondered if, instead of an erect penis, Stephanie had a wet cunt beneath her panties. "Jenny's every bit as much a woman as I am." "Not every bit," Dave observed. He wondered how, at a moment like this, he could joke. He should be as outraged as Brad was on his behalf at having been duped into dating someone like Jenny. However, he wasn't furious. He didn't even feel indignant. In fact, strange as it may seem, he was aroused at the thought that the young lady who'd taken off her halter top to display her breasts, who had kissed him (and whom he had kissed), and who'd sucked his cock, was really another guy in disguise. Still, despite her feminine charms, Jenny had a cock and a pair of balls. The incongruity of her feminine appearance and her possession, at the same time, of male genitals was exciting. A sudden fear rose within Dave: did his attraction to Jenny mean that he was gay? His manly brother certainly didn't seem attracted to her--or him. Brad was obviously disgusted, just as he was incensed at Stephanie for having conned him and Dave. "What are you saying?" Brad demanded of Stephanie. "You have a cock, too?" She gave him a level look. When she answered, she spoke with a level tone. "I'm saying Jenny's a transsexual." "That's really great, Steph," Brad said. Sarcasm dripped from every word. "You lied to me and Dave so my brother would go out with a chick with a dick?" "Dave doesn't seem too mind," Stephanie remarked. "Of course he minds," Brad retorted. "Your so-called sister is a man! How could you have been so dishonest?" "I don't hear Dave complaining," Stephanie said. Brad rolled his eyes. Casting a gaze into the back seat, he looked at his brother for confirmation. "What about it Dave? Tell Stephanie how great you feel about dating a chick with a dick."