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Warren's Women 01

By: Paris Waterman



Warren's Women
A Series of True Stories

By Paris Waterman 

Introduction:

Warren Ammerman was a good friend of mine for four years. I knew him longer than that, but for those years we were together almost daily. He was not a womanizer; but women flocked to him. In this series I will try to show him as he was − a guy who lit up the room on entering. Men liked him almost as well as the women did. They admired his proficiency with the opposite sex, and enjoyed his company because he could drink and joke with the best of them. 

For two solid years I answered his Monday morning calls – all of which were from the females he'd met that weekend − all of whom wanted more of his, shall I say, presence?

But Warren had a lonely side too. As I understood it, his mother left him with her sister when he was about 18 months old. He only saw her once after that, at his 6th birthday party. I don't know her reason for abandoning him, Warren never went there.  But I know he missed her, and the longing he had for her was evident to any female coming into contact with him; in his eyes, his aura, and his nonchalant acceptance of the female presence regardless of where they were or how beautiful the woman was.

He died tragically at 27, after being run over by two tractor-trailers on the Garden State Parkway.

There was an endless parade of beautiful and not so beautiful women at his wake. I counted over two hundred before realizing there was no end in sight and quit counting. In subsequent weeks I bedded two of them simply because I had known him; known that he'd been with them. It seemed enough for them. I accepted it as a parting gift from Warren.

I know I can't do his memory justice, I'm not that good. But we talked a great deal about his sexual activities, and we shared some exhilarating experiences together.  What follows are my recollections about several of Warren's women.

At any rate, every once in a while I get a story just right. I think I've managed it here. I'd appreciate hearing from you, especially if you agree with me.
PW

*******

Warren sat hunched over, on a wooden bench about five yards inside the eight-foot high fence surrounding the yard.  He gazed forlornly at the rivulets of early morning light breaking through the birch trees.  He wore only his pajama pants and sandals.  He took a deep drag on his cigarette, exhaled the smoke through his nostrils and reached for the cup of coffee on the bench beside him.  

He sighed, leaned back against the garage wall and sipped the last of his coffee.  The wall was cool on his naked shoulders.  He listened to the birds gabbling and bickering at the feeders in the trees and continued to calm down.  Last night had been a bitch.  

I get so tired of chasing after new women all the time.  It gets so friggin' mechanical, he thought with an air of utmost weariness. He slapped his leg, which had fallen asleep and continued with his soliloquy.

I can't seem to fall in love. Why? Am I such an egotist?  Its painfully obvious women are my vice, an addiction like booze or heroin.  I gotta have a new one every day. It's all I think about and now I'm trying not to get morbid, or worse. 

He took a deep drag on his cigarette and half sighed, half exhaled. The smoky vapor drifted away over the fence behind him.

Sometimes I amaze myself, I mean, know the guys are in awe of my successes, and how quickly I pull them off.  If only they knew how little it really means. How I'm on automatic fucking pilot most of the time.  Sometimes I'm not even thinkin' about a woman at all, but then I spot one lookin' at me, and then wham! It starts all over again.  Before I know what I'm doing I've got her alone someplace. Shit! I don't even remember what I say to 'em. 

Laughing out loud, Warren took a last drag on the cigarette and flipped it into a nearby shrub.

Shit, the guy's would kill to know what I lay on 'em, but for the life of me, I don't remember.  I get 'em alone, give 'em a pat on the ass, and before I know it, I've nuzzled their pussy, they've sucked my cock, and we've fucked like rabbits.  It's wham, bam, thank you Ma'am!  

Getting rid of them is harder than finding and fuckin' 'em.  It's kinda like a dream.  I'm beginning to wonder, is it really a dream?






Warren's Women 01



Without asking, Jasmine stood up and poured both of them another glass of brandy. He emptied his glass immediately. And she quickly refilled it.

Jasmine stood behind him fingers a fraction away from caressing his neck. "Would you like to split a joint with me," she asked, in a voice gone husky.  

"That sounds like the perfect desert to me," he said and rubbed his stomach as though to assure her, the dinner had been totally satisfactory.

Crossing the room to a small chest on the mantle, she withdrew a large brown cigarette. 

"Looks like Cheech and Chong have been by here from the size of that bomb," Warren kidded her.  

"No," she laughed, "but you're right about the large size. It's a powerful toke or two. Here," and, leaning over his shoulder she held a lighter out in front of him and flicked it. It worked the first time.  He drew in a deep breath, held it for ten seconds and exhaled. Then he passed it back to her.   

"Ummmmm," they both said in unison. They both laughed softly. She handed it back to him and after he took it from her, Jasmine began to massage his temples. Her touch was so light he hardly felt it. She pressed her thumbs in the middle of his forehead, held the first three fingers of each hand inside the depression of his temples and rotated them in small circles. 

Her fingertips relaxed him. The food relaxed him. The brandy relaxed him and the marijuana relaxed him. He dozed off. 

Quietly, she removed the joint from his fingers, put it out and left the room.  Warren awoke to the melody of a solo saxophone playing a soft samba and discovered he had a massive erection. 

Jasmine lay in front of him on a bed of pillows, the slits in the kimono permitted her to tuck the material between her legs so that Warren first thought he was looking at her panties. His mouth grew dry as she began to tighten and relax her thighs to the beat of the music.  Her hands moved slowly, but confidently, across her chest, to her stiffened nipples, whereupon Jasmine squeezed them tightly primarily for his benefit, but she also drew an intense satisfaction from it.

Jasmine stared at him with eyes already fogged with passion. Her mouth was open. Her breathing so slow it was almost tedious. She looked at the swelling between his legs and grew even more excited. 

Now, her right hand casually traversed the space across her navel searching for the slit in the kimono. Warren leaned forward and bent over her, eyes transfixed on hers. His right hand reached out and his fingers closed upon her free nipple, rolling it back and forth under the silken material.  

The thrill of his touch shot through Jasmine, like electricity − into her breasts, stomach, neck, vagina, and her rectum. She caressed her neck and slid her fingers under the opening there to feel the dimpled ridges of her distended nipple. Emitting a long sigh, she squeezed her nipple again. Warren did the same with the other, but outside her kimono. The voltage shot through her again.   

Jasmine listened to the metallic sound of a zipper going down. Her other hand disappeared under her kimono, slipped along her thigh, brushed over her pubic hair and continued its downward journey to the wetness below. She began to rock up and down to the rhythm of the music, which coincided, with her breathing. Rising up to meet her questing fingers as they penetrated dampened folds of flesh. Probing, probing, eyes closed, head stretched back tautly --- neck veins bulging as the blood rushed through her excited body Jasmine barely felt Warren's hand as it pulled the kimono aside---but she gasped---then rocked faster and still faster as his cool lips touched her labia for the first time.  

He slipped a finger into her moistened crevice: Jasmine hissed as she drew her breath in and held it... waiting for whatever came next.

Warren kissed her on the mouth. Jasmine couldn't believe the softness in his lips. It's like being kissed by an Angel, she thought fleetingly and then her mouth was open and busy drawing his tongue inside it.

The kiss, or kisses lasted quite a while, Warren seldom hurried in matters sexual. He maneuvered himself so that he might continue the kisses and still finger her down below. Over the next several minutes he added a second then a third finger.

Jasmine was very wet.

His mouth found the hollow of her throat.

"Don't... don't leave any marks," she croaked huskily.

Extracting his fingers, he spread her labia, searched out her clit and rubbed her juices over it then strummed it several times with his thumb and returned the fingers to her juicy nest.

"Kiss me again... please!" she moaned.

He did.

Minutes later, with Jasmine humping his hand, he quietly asked if she'd like him to fist her.

"What?"

"You know, I can put my hand in you. You'll explode like there's no tomorrow."

"Your hand? I don't know about that. I mean, my God, you'll stretch me...."

"That pussy's elastic. I'll open it up now and in an hour or so it will retract to its original size, which is quite tight."

"Do you this to your other women?"

"Some, not all. Some can't accept my hand. Some I don't feel comfortable enough to try it with, and some can't wait to have my hand in there."

Jasmine had already decided to have him do it, but being a cautious woman said, "If I tell you to stop, will you?"

"I will, Jasmine. I have no desire to hurt you. I want to please you."

"All right, go ahead," she said quietly, and he went to work.

The first four fingers went in almost too easily. He kissed her while her vagina stretched, but before attempting to insert his thumb; he toyed with her magnificent breasts, which to this point he had all but ignored.

Warren knew about women's breasts and amply demonstrated his knowledge to the groaning, moaning blonde next to him. 

"God, you're driving... me crazy, Warren!"

"Got to warm you up properly, Jasmine," he grunted as his thumb joined the other fingers in her well extended opening.

"Oh, Jesus...."

"Now the fun part, baby," he whispered, and began a slow thrusting in and out.

"Jesus... you've filled me!"

"It gets better," he grunted as he began to twist his hand to the right and then the left.

"OHHH!" she moaned as her pelvis rocked in time with his jack hammering fist.

"I...."

Then he began moving faster, in and out, and then side to side.

"Yes...yes...yes...yes...yes...yes...yes...yes... yes!" 

Warren maintained his fisting throughout her first climax, slowing so that he might remove the robe from her body even as his fist pummeled her vagina.

After her third climax, he carefully removed his hand, wiped it on the robe then stood up and undressed while Jasmine shuddered to another climax at his feet.

He stood there looking down at her, entranced by her beauty. Eventually Jasmine glanced upward and was immediately captivated by the enormous erection hovering above her. 

Forcing her eyes away she took in the rest of his body. She had a fleeting thought that she was paying homage at the foot of a Greek God. But Jasmine's attention was quickly diverted back to his cock as he idly manipulated it, mere inches above her head.   

Before Jasmine could react further Warren knelt beside her and began to caress her body. She lay back, almost in a swoon, luxuriating in the thrilling sensations. His touch was feathery light and knowing. From the soles of her feet, to the hidden recesses behind her knees; to her freshly shaved armpits, he missed nothing. Every nerve ending was lit with fiery passion. He kissed and caressed her, murmuring soft, undistinguishable words of love all the while. 

He sucked upon her breasts, and told her how gorgeous they were while licking an earlobe. He buried his face in her throat, sending her pulse soaring. 

On the verge of losing all control, Jasmine cupped her mons; then moved on to tease her clit; managing to maintain her balance as though on a high wire in the circus − staying on the edge.   Warren shook his head and droplets of sweat flew across her body. 

His mouth returned to a swollen nipple; teased it by licking and kissing; he pleasured her by chewing, biting and sucking it. She decided he made love better then anyone she'd known before. And they were only beginning!  Jasmine rocked at a quicker pace now, fingers teasing her clitoris, and began to sob as she chanted, "Yes...yes... yes...yes...yes..."  

Jasmine groaned loudly and her vaginal lips continued to swell as the blood surged through her sexual apparatus. Her fingers toyed with her trigger, felt it harden and grow under her touch. Warren continued down her sweat sheened body at a snail's pace. Jasmine thought he'd never get THERE in time. Her wet muscles contracted around the three fingers she'd guided inside herself − holding them captive for long seconds and then releasing them to start another cycle of joyous torment. 

I don't think I'm as open as I thought I be... she thought briefly then rocked faster. Her chant continued unabated.  "Yes...yes...yes...yes... yes...." 

Jasmine gasped for breath and sobbed as she came again.   

"Oh sweet Jesus! Yesssssssss! Yeeessssss! Yeeessssss!"  

"Wait for me Baby," Warren cajoled. "Wait for Warren, sweet thighs."  But he held off, preferring to tantalize her further. His tongue entered her navel. His fingers pinched and twisted her nipples, then plied her breasts. He paused and observed her actions, captivated by her fingers as both hands in feather light whispers grazed and brushed her outer folds --- until accompanied by another groan, they halted --- only to hold her lips apart for her thumbs to enter and stroke the fires burning within. 

Warren moved to Jasmine then, he was quick to locate her clit and lightly brush around it with his fingertips. This delightful torment galvanized her into a frenzied rocking motion. 

Warren inhaled and savored her fragrant mist through flared nostrils. His mouth began to work its magic upon her and in turn, her hair wove frantic patterns across the pillows as her head jerked back and forth.  

"Yes...yes...yes...give-it-to-me... give-it-to-me... yes..yes..yes..yes..yes..yes..yes..yes..yes..yes!"

Her body went rigid. Head thrust deep into the recesses of the pillows; pelvis raised as high as could possibly go without separating from her vertebrae, Jasmine underwent the delicious spasms of a tremendous orgasm. 

"YESSSSSSSSS!"  

They lay panting for several minutes, and then Jasmine, summoning the small amount of energy left in her, propped herself up on her elbows, and with a tiny cry enveloped him in her mouth. 

As the first sensations of her tongue brushing against him reached his brain, Warren erupted, thinking only of how sweet the moist membranes of her mouth felt upon him.   

Much later, Warren opened his eyes, found himself lying on a pillow and tried to figure out how much time had elapsed.   

"Twenty minutes," Jasmine said, reading his mind. She was standing over him, staring down between her breasts at him, massaging her nipples. Her kimono lay at her feet. He reached up and touched the soft skin behind her knee. 

Gently, ever so gently he stroked it then pressed lightly.  With an ethereal moan coming from deepest recesses of her throat, Jasmine lowered herself down towards him, but didn't touch him until her thick, brown tuft teased his fully erect cock. They kissed, tongues searched.... 

He kissed her neck, her throat, the bulge of her breasts, her nipples and felt her settle easily against him - then he eased inside her, inside that silken tunnel.  He lifted Jasmine by the hips and held her suspended until neither could stand the separation any longer, then he brushed his hand across her dampened mound and she came.  

"Ohhhh . . . yes!" She moaned, "Oh my God yes!" 

He plunged deeply inside her and she began to ride him up and down, side to side, fierce, staccato movements that quickly brought on her second orgasm. But he kept fucking her, like a magnificent stallion galloping across the prairie; nostrils flared, gathering extra oxygen for the finish. 

Her hand rested on his stomach, partly for balance, partly because she loved the feel of his abdominal muscles rippling with his thrusting efforts. She gazed through lust filled eyes at the veins bulging in his neck, at the taut, strain upon his arms as he strove to lift her up with each stroke. She felt him ready himself for ejaculation. Her body stiffened a split second before his as she clenched her vaginal muscles against his pulsing cock to retain it as long as possible. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried out.   

"Ooooooooooooo!" she countered, as his hot lava flooded her with pleasure.

A minute or so later, he kissed her shoulder. 
"Fantastic, Jas, fantastic."

She felt him slipping all the way out of her. 
"Lover," she whispered, "please, please kiss me."

He did a soft, gentle, loving kiss that she would remember for the rest of her life. Then he rose up, dressed, and remembered to hold her tight as he kissed her goodbye. Then he was gone.

Jasmine turned around and looked out the window, watching as Warren entered his car and drove off. She wondered if she'd done any damage to her relationship with Richard, or would Warren's lovemaking actually help them as a couple? Then she realized she was standing there in front of the window with his semen running down her legs. 

"What the hell," she said to herself, "who cares?" What Richard doesn't know won't hurt him. 

Then Jasmine dipped a finger into his sperm and brought it to her mouth. "Perhaps I should call Cynthia and regale her with Warren's talents," she thought, and with a wicked smile picked up the telephone.



Warren's Women 02



Jasmine, Part 2




Warren left the elevator and entered the lobby. Glancing at his Rolex, he found it was four-thirty and the onset of Manhattan's rush hour exodus was underway. He thought about stopping for a drink if she was a no show and didn't hear her approach from behind. 

"Got a match handsome?"

Gracefully, he pivoted around and held a cigarette lighter out to her face.

"Just kidding, Warren," Jasmine said, giggling. Inwardly she admired his poise.

He shrugged and said, "I've always wanted to do that. Saw it in a movie somewhere, 'Captain Gallant' maybe."

"Was there ever such a movie?" she smiled seemingly on the verge of giggling hysterically like a preteen.

"Ahh, I dunno," and almost dreamily he added, 

"Maybe, maybe it was something else. But it was either Errol Flynn or Tyrone Power." Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he asked, 

"Ready?"

"Oh, yes," and Jasmine took his extended arm in hers and they left the building.

Minutes later they were seated side by side in a booth in a quiet Chinese restaurant, poring over huge red menus. He peered over the menu at her and said, "God you're something. You really are something."

"Changing your mind?"

Warren's expression grew somber and he turned away from her, staring out at the bar.

"Warren, you're making this a sad, bleak date. It doesn't have to be that way."

Her hand rested on his and he turned and looked at her.

"We've still got most of tonight. His flight gets in at seven-thirty AM." Jasmine said in a quietly plaintive voice.

Unconsciously Warren began stroking his leg, not too far removed from his crotch.

"Want me to help you out there?" Jasmine smiled as if joking, but licked her lips all the same.

"It... it got to me that's all," he said like a stubborn child. Still, he continued to drift closer to his member. She shifted and moved a little closer to him in the booth.

"What is it the French say? "To say goodbye is to die a little.""

"Ohhh, don't talk that way, you'll make me cry." She feigned a pout, and said "And I'm wearing at least two pounds of mascara. Please... take pity on me."

He laughed, sipped his drink and carefully put it down precisely on the watermarked circle in the middle of his coaster. "Don't you go getting emotional on me," he said. "I've got all I can handle controlling myself."

"I won't Warren," she said softly.

The waiter stood by unobtrusively until they became aware of his presence and they ordered. The ordered enough for six people even though they weren't hungry at all. The large quantity of food served to detract from the emotional roller coaster both were riding.

Suddenly Warren burst out with, "What about me Jazz, how about the way I feel?"

"Warren..." was all she could say without losing control.

His hand moved deftly to her inner thigh, lighting a fuse within her. He remembered earlier, happier times and trying to recapture them moved his other hand up until he felt the curve of her breast. Jasmine turned slightly so that it rested against his palm. His other hand pressed against her mons and she trembled slightly.

"Did you know Warren, I knew you were going to be a great lay the first time I saw you?"

Her thighs parted to grant him greater access to do whatever he wanted to do with her.

"Oh?" he said startled. Jasmine seldom acted in an uninhibited fashion. 

"You mean you wanted me to give you the old little of this, a little of that and a lot of calimar before a proper introduction was made?"

She was still laughing at his remark when the waiter approached and began serving their food. As they sampled their fare, Jasmine thought back to that first time. 

Her husband had insisted she accompany him to a dinner honoring a colleague who was moving to Memphis. She hadn't known it would be a roast. Warren had been a sensation in berating the guest of honor with what were obviously carefully constructed, piercing, almost diabolical jabs about his sex drive and preferences. To her surprise, everyone, including the guest of honor, loved his performance.

"Want to meet him?" Her husband asked. 

"The guest of honor?" she replied.

"No, gracious no." He pointed toward the Master of Ceremonies. "Warren, the young man who ripped Jeffery to pieces and made him love it. He'll get a promotion out of this. No one else had the gumption to do it."

"He sounds like an interesting person." Jasmine said, taking another look at him, a longer, introspective look. That's when she first thought he'd be a great lay, even before she'd met him.

His hand cupped her mound again; his finger idly traced her dampened folds beneath the dress. She put her napkin down after carefully dabbing at her mouth. 

"Would you like me to suck you right here Warren?" Her voice had gone husky.

"Yes, but first tell me how you knew I was going to be a great lay." Her legs were spread a little wider now and his finger pushed harder against her, denied access only by the material of her dress. She grimaced, knowing a wet spot might be evident on rising from the table. 

"Just a moment darling," and glancing around the room to ensure no one was watching, she took the napkin and shoved it under her dress and sat on it, hoping it would absorb whatever leaked from her while Warren had his way.

"You fooled me there. Please, lift up again. I've got something for you," he said half-seriously. She complied with his request and seconds later thrilled to the touch of his finger entering her.

"Whew! That was quick."

"I'm known far and wide for never missing an opportunity," he said in a poor imitation of Bogart. "Just a second, I think you're gonna have a bit more company sweetheart," and two more fingers joined the first.

"Just don't try to get your whole damn arm in there Bogey baby," Jasmine said, shifting her behind to allow him a better angle.

Switching to an equally poor Jimmy Stewart, he countered with, "J... J... Jus... Just don... don't crush muh hand with that nutcracker. Now, now be real careful... you're playin' with dynamite there."

Her eyes closed as he reached a point where his fingers seemed to be everywhere. And his thumb... his thumb was toying with her clit.

Quickly, she picked up his napkin and bit down on it to stifle a moan. He felt her thighs quivering and knew she was close, and intensified his actions.

"Talk to me baby," he said; his brow covered with perspiration. "Tell me how you knew."

She fought off her climax momentarily and answered him. "Didn't you?"

"Confused, Warren said, "Didn't I what?'

A moan escaped her lips and she was furious at the betrayal. Her faced reddened as she realized she was now the focal point of several other patrons. One young couple she was positive could actually see Warren's hand moving in and out of her. 

Gritting her teeth, she spat out, "Think about fucking me...?"

"Uh no, but that was only... do you like this? This here?" He'd grazed her clit with his thumb and she couldn't hold off any longer. Her orgasm took over and she shook uncontrollably rocking the table, almost tipping it over. 

Surprisingly, both recovered sufficiently enough to order dessert. And as they were leaving, an attractive blonde woman approached them and brazenly handed Warren her card, saying, "Call me." 

She would have been disappointed to see him tear it up and let it fall to the pavement only two steps outside the restaurant while Jasmine tittered uncontrollably.

***

Six thirty-five AM: 

As the morning light peeked in through the shades, Warren, barely conscious, blinked and then opened his eyes for good. He turned his head and saw Jasmine lying on her side. The sheet was down around her waist. As he admired the curve of her breast, he thought back to the night before and smiled. Then pulled the sheet up to her neck and smoothed it lightly on her back. Jasmine turned on her side, eyes closed. Moving closer, Warren wrapped his arms around her and gently placed his hand on one of her naked breasts. She reached up and, with equal gentleness removed it. 

Her voice was soft gravel. "If you need a hand warmer, get your own."

"Okay," he said pleasantly, "I need a shower anyway," and he got up and walked into the bathroom.

"Don't use all the hot water, Warren," she called out before turning her face back into the comfortable goose feathered pillow and captured several more precious minutes of sleep.

***

Warren found the toothpaste in the drawer beside the sink; it was lying on top of her birth-control pills. He smeared some on her brush and stuck it in his mouth. Brushing rapidly, he glanced at the glazed shower door where she stood with her head tilted back, water beating on the front of her neck, a bar of soap in both hands between her breasts. She turned her shoulder to the stream and lathered her body carefully. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in her oversized white terry-cloth robe, then ran a wide-toothed comb through her hair. They moved toward each other automatically.

"Shall we begin the day with a..." he began.

She interrupted him by allowing her robe to fall open and put her palm on his cheek and kissed him lightly. He was admiring her midriff and tiny waist and the gentle curves of muscle around her belly when she placed her hands around his neck and applied sufficient pressure to compel his head down, down, down. The robe slipped from her shoulders and lay at her feet.

"Breakfast is served," she said gleefully, leaning back as far as she could as his hands cupped her firm behind and his hot breath mixed with the heat emanating from her pussy. 

She ran her fingernails along his chest, down his stomach, down his hips to the top of his thighs. Warren groaned and lifted her up, thinking to himself; 'she's made of velvet and porcelain,' and buried his face in her pussy before carrying her to the bedroom and the rumpled bed.

Jasmine squatted above him; her trembling fingers clasped his cock firmly and placed it inside her. She was just gathering her rhythm when they both heard the sound of a door closing. 

"He's home!" My God Warren, he's home!" Jasmine's croaked as her hand went to her mouth and she bit down on her fingers to keep from screaming.

Warren, with a full charge of adrenaline, vaulted off the bed, but caught his scrotum on the small metal railing at the foot of the bed. His momentum carried him into the middle of the room, but his balls were torn open and the pain he felt was unbelievably intense. 

Undaunted, Warren kept going, scooping up his clothes, socks, and shoes before opening the window and leaping out to the ground ten feet below. 

Warren realized he'd sprained an ankle, and badly at that, but hobbled nude to his car, opened the door, jammed his shorts into his crotch to stem the bleeding and drove off.

Back in the bedroom Jasmine threw her robe on the floor to cover the spots of blood there. Then she quickly lay back on the bed and feigned awakening as the bedroom door opened and her husband walked in.

"Good morning Jasmine. Sleeping in the nude?" he asked, curiously. 

"It's the damn heat." She said, faking a yawn. 

"First I opened the window, then I stripped. Nothing seemed to help. I'm glad you're home Richard. Now I know I'll sleep tonight."

"I don't understand," Richard said, puzzled. "Why not just turn up the A/C?

Everything began to unravel as Richard stepped around the bed to kiss her. There on the floor was a sizable trail of blood leading to the window that Jasmine had missed.

"You lying cunt," he spat out. And the rage swept over him. "Who?"

"What are you talking about?" Jasmine asked tensing up, still unaware of the bloody trail. 

Richard started to slap her across the face, but caught himself. "Who are you whoring with?" He asked, his face was beet red and spittle had formed on his lips. He raised his arm again, but Jasmine warded him off by replying, "Warren. It was Warren."

"Warren?" Richard's arm dropped to his side. 

"That little prick? Warren...the the guy who MC'd the roast?"

"Yes," she sobbed hoping he was over the worst of his anger.

"Get dressed," Richard ordered.

"Okay, okay, Richard. I'll get dressed. Would you...like coffee?"

"Get dressed and get out. I won't live with a whore," his face was livid with rage.

"Richard!" The alarm in her voice only served to inflame his anger more. 

"Now! Get dressed or not, I don't care, but get out! Get out! Get out!"

Quickly Jasmine gathered several items in her arms and left the room.

She was in the kitchen, crying while pulling on her slacks and hoping her mascara wasn't smearing all over her face when she heard it. Later, she thought about that sound again and again. It wasn't a loud sound, more like a muffled thud, only she heard it twice. She finished pulling on her slacks, checked her face in the mirror and decided her makeup was satisfactory before walking to the bedroom and finding Richard sprawled across the bed, his head and left arm on the floor, eyes wide open, mouth agape. His face was blue and already turning darker. Richard had suffered a massive heart attack. 

Jasmine screamed and screamed and screamed. 

Eventually, the police broke down the door. They found her kneeling next to him, shaking with despair, her mascara trailing down her beautiful face.

***

Eight-ten AM:

Warren reached the emergency room driveway and managed to hobble from the car. In fact, he was struggling to pull on his pants when a guard spotted him and summoned help. The next thing Warren knew he was on a bed being hooked up to an intravenous feeder, with nurses and interns surrounding him. Several were talking to him at the same time.

"What happened to you?" 

"What's your name?" 

"Your health coverage is with whom?"

"How did this happen?" 

"Get his temperature Grace." 

"My God, I never saw one like that before."

"Shut up Bently."

"Are you suicidal?" 

"Can you recall your Social Security Number?"

"Shut the fuck up, all of you!" Warren screamed at them out of pain and frustration, "Get my wallet, it's in my pants. Everything you need to know about me and my health coverage is in there.

Next...what happened is...embarrassing. I'd like anyone not directly involved with my treatment to get the hell out of here."

Several people left. Four remained. 

"I think I tore my nuts off, but I'm not sure." 

"Nurse get me set up to administer a shot for tetanus." A young doctor ordered, already making several vital decisions about the injury requiring treatment. "Now, Mister?" He said tersely and waited.

"Ammerman, Warren Ammerman. Christ, am I still bleeding like a stuck pig?"

"No, the compress has stopped the flow of blood and nature's doing its job by coagulating it."

"So far so good then," Warren muttered through clenched teeth."

"Actually, Mr. Ammerman, eight or ten stitches will put things to right again. It's more psychological than anything else."

"Well...in that case...Ya know Doc, I'll never forget the last thing my father ever said to me."

"What was that?" asked the doctor readying the syringe.

"Nor will I ever repeat it," Warren said, and then grimaced as the needle did its job.

The doctor laughed and said, "Your sense of humor is intact and that's good. I'd appreciate it if you stayed overnight."

"Well," Warren began in his W. C. Fields impersonation. "I'd rather be in Philadelphia."

The doctor laughed again and said, "It's not that serious, but moving around won't do you any good. Why not hang with us for the evening?"

"Sure Doc, why not."

"Here," said the doctor, "take two of these now, get some sleep and see how you feel when you wake up. Oh, there will be some pain later. That's why I want you to stay. Now rest up. Oh, I meant to tell you. You're not the first guy whose testicles I've had to stitch up. You're number three. Still, it's highly unusual. I'd wager all three of you were similarly involved tho."

"Probably so Doc," Warren managed, already drifting off and in another minute he was sleeping peacefully.

"Nurse Jacobi?" 

"Yes doctor?"

"Keep and eye on him. It's possible he may turn and aggravate the wound. We don't want that to happen, all right?"

"Yes, of course, doctor." And the nurse fussed around tucking the sheets in tightly around Warren until the doctor left. Then she sat down and watched him as he slept.

Eleven-twenty AM:

Warren opened his eyes and saw the nurse bent over tightening a shoelace. She was a pretty brunette, with a great figure, wonderful hips and shapely legs.

"Nice form," he said.

"Ohh!" You startled me. I thought you were sound asleep," she said, embarrassed at being caught that way.

"What's your name beautiful?" he asked, devouring her with his eyes.

"Ellen, err...Nurse Ellen Jacobi." 

His eyes made her uncomfortable at first, but in seconds she was enjoying his gaze.

"It's a pleasure to wake up to someone as beautiful as you," he said, meaning every word.

Nurse Jacobi began to blush.

"Uhhh, Nurse, err, Ellen, uhhh a little problem here and he gestured toward the erection rapidly reaching maturity. 

"Ohhh! The nurse said, not knowing exactly what to do.

"It's beginning to hurt. Can you stop it please?"

She decided he was right and approached the bed. After drawing the curtain closed around them, she reached out with her left hand and gripped his penis firmly and smacked the head lightly.

"Ow! Damn it, that hurt!"

"I...I'm sorry, that's what we're trained to do in this situation," she said lamely. 

"No! That can't be the right procedure. I mean, normally yeah, I suppose that'd work, but right now you gotta think about my balls, uhhh, sorry, my testicles."

"Err, you're right. What do you suggest?"

Warren decided to take a chance. "Would you stroke it a little, maybe it'll subside and I can go back to sleep."

"No way," she said with emphasis, "No way."

"Ohhh," he groaned. "It hurts like hell. Help me out here, Ellen."

"It's Nurse Jacobi, Mr. Ammerman," she said, but took hold of his penis again and began to lightly jerk him off.

"That's it, God you're an angel of mercy, Nurse Jacobi."

"Hush up and let me finish," she said, a sheen of perspiration covered her forehead and a drop of sweat trickled down her nose as she concentrated on her mission of mercy.

"Lean forward a little Nurse Jacobi," he said hoarsely.

She bowed towards him and Warren licked the drop from her nose.

Suddenly the proximity to him and realization of what she was doing to him registered on her and she felt herself getting wet with the excitement. Her unoccupied hand moved downward to her loins and she began to press her palm against her mons.

Warren whispered something she didn't quite hear.

"What did you say Mr. Amm?"

"Warren. Call me Warren."

"Yes, well what did you say Warren?"

"I asked if you would suck me now?"

"WHAT?"

"I asked if you'd be kind enough to take me in that lovely mouth of yours and do me right. A little callimar as it were."

"Callimar?"

"Same as a blowjob."

"Ohhh, I...."

"Come on Ellen, you'll do a great service to me," he pleaded his case quietly.

Ellen gazed down at his penis. 'His cock,' she said to herself. 'It's a wonderful cock and I have it all to myself...' And with that, her head lowered enough for her lips to close over his cockhead. She withdrew his cock from her mouth and kissed it passionately, then moved her mouth all over his fully erect cock. 

"Oh, yes Ellen. That's my girl," he whispered in her ear, trying unsuccessfully to nip her earlobe.

Ellen squeezed his cock firmly and flicked her tongue at it as a snake would, licking its entire surface, giving it a glistening sheen. She tilted her neck back and admired her work before taking most of his cock into her mouth and sucking hard. Gradually, Ellen pulled her head back until Warren's cock popped softly from her mouth. Warren tried again to capture her earlobe. This time he succeeded, feeling Ellen shudder as he sucked and licked at it.




Warren's Women 02



Almost in retaliation, Ellen tilted his cock upwards until she could clearly see the underside. She studied it briefly and found her target, just below the head was a vein, which she knew was the most sensitive area of a man's cock. She laved her tongue across it, moving from side to side, while slowly rubbing her hand up and down his cock. Warren groaned. Ellen realized she was enjoying herself. 

Carefully she avoided any contact with his testes. Shifting to a different point of attack, Ellen took him into her mouth again, bobbing up and down, with each downward movement taking more of him into her mouth. Carefully she maneuvered her tongue to the underside of his elongated penis and when she felt the head reach the back of her throat, she swallowed him with a giant gulp. As he entered her throat, Ellen stopped swallowing and took a deep breath through her nose. Warren was still groaning softly and his hand had crept under her dress. Two fingers were at the leg of her panties and slipping under to her moist thatch of pubic hair. Ellen shifted position slightly, spreading her legs apart to afford easier access to her pussy. Seconds later his first finger entered her and she moaned with lustful pleasure.

Ellen continued to work his cock, squeezing it with her throat muscles. "He wanted a hand job, let's see how he likes my throat job," Ellen thought and trembled, her knees almost giving out as Warren's second finger entered her lubricated pussy.

"Ohhhh, callimar," he groaned You're great Ellen." he gasped and she readied herself.

She felt him tense up and then he exploded into her throat. Ellen took as much as she could, which was plenty, but Warren had a major load stored up and as she pulled away, he spurted a third time, sending a string of cum across the bridge of her nose.

Ellen didn't care about it, for she was coming now. She grabbed the bed to hold her up; her legs seemed to have collapsed under her. Through an orgasmic cloud Ellen heard Warren calling to her.

"Wha?"

"Sit on my face, hurry, get up on my face."

Ellen quickly bent and pulled her panties off, then clambered up on the bed and squatted over his mouth.

"Lower," he said hoarsely.

Ellen dropped lower and felt his mouth close upon her. Her face was flushed and her lips still glistened from sucking him. Her hand wandered over to her rock hard nipple tenting her thin white blouse. 

'This guy is exciting,' she thought, eyes riveted on his weary penis, waiting for any sign of renewed life. Ellen's rate of breathing increased twofold.

Ellen felt a tightness in her chest and realized she was pinching her own nipple. She bit her lip to stem the pain, but continued the pinching. She concentrated on Warren's tongue as it lapped at her sparsely haired, brown bush and the folds covering the red slash beneath. 

Ellen's mouth hung open and she shivered uncontrollably as the tip of Warren's tongue caressed her clit. Suddenly, Ellen was over the edge, trembling violently as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She leaned forward, knees meeting the bed, and unconsciously took his flaccid cock into her mouth even as she cupped his ass for leverage. 

Warren knew Ellen had climaxed, but continued eating her. 'No mercy,' he thought. 'Not until she cries enough!' He smiled inwardly knowing that wouldn't take long. 

He chewed on her puffy lips, drawing them deep inside his mouth. Ellen groaned and shook her body much like a dog coming out of the water. Then Warren's hands found the underside of her breasts and eventually, her swollen nipples. Ellen gasped as he manipulated them, sending shock waves throughout her body. His cock began to stiffen and she grasped it with one hand while the other sought and found his asshole. Her mouth descended on his cock and her hot breath hastened it along to fullness. As she took him into her mouth, her finger probed the outside of his ass. He moaned and she pushed it inside. 

"Careful with my balls," he warned. She never heard him, but instinctively avoided any damaging contact.

He marveled at her taste. It was markedly different from any he'd had before. That's what he loved about women, each one was so different in one way or anther from the next.

Ellen allowed him to slip from her mouth as she panted, trying unsuccessfully to regain her breath. She decided to drive him crazy by fucking his ass, and being careful to avoid contact with his scrotum, leveraged herself so she could push her finger fully inside him. And did. He moaned, she probed, seeking his prostate and on locating it tickled it until he started to cum again.    

Warren was having trouble breathing, and stuck two fingers inside her, pushing them in and out as fast as he could. She came just as he finished, collapsing alongside him.

Warren sighed and whispered in her ear, "I've got the best medical coverage in the world, and I owe it all to you," then he kissed her softly. They tasted one another for a minute or so, then Ellen slid off the bed, struggled back into her panties and straightened her uniform as best she could.

"Come here," Warren said.

"No, we've gone far enough, someone will be along any second."

"That why I want you to come over here."

Hesitating a moment, she decided to do as he asked and approached him.

"Lean over," he said still gulping air.

She complied and he wiped a string of sperm from her hair and nose.

"You'd have had a hell of a time explaining that away," he laughed.

"I can't believe we did that," Ellen said in a lust-laden voice.

"I can't believe I ate the whole thing either."

"Oh, you," she said, obviously pleased with his humor.

"Funny, all that excitement and my balls feel fine."

And having said that, he passed out.

Ellen checked her appearance in the mirror and then summoned the doctor.

AFTERMATH:

Warren had torn the stitches out with his enthusiastic gyrations, and somehow he'd managed to damage his scrotum. He was in the hospital for a week. By week's end, a steady stream of nurses stopped by to administer to his every need. Six of them cried openly as he bade them a fare thee well on his day of departure. The other three were off duty.

For about two months Warren confined himself to dating the nurses, for they knew how to have sex without damaging his jewels, and he was definitely protecting them.

"No more married women," he vowed. No more married women," he said, turning his head to follow the sensual stride of a voluptuous redhead. 

Would he keep to his pledge? After all, two of the nurses were... committed to partners through a formal ceremony complete with vows. When informed of this, Warren simply said, "There's an exception to every rule. Now come on baby, light my fire." 

Oh, and as for Jasmine. Well, she called and called. Warren never answered. When Richard's estate was finally settled, she moved to Palm Beach. Within six months she remarried, this time to a Cuban drug lord. She lasted a year before he slit her throat and fed her to the fishes off the Florida coast. He inherited everything.



Warren's Women 03



His hand was poised to knock for the first time when the trailer door opened. Abby stood there smiling at him, her perky breasts pushed against the Grateful Dead T-shirt she wore. 

"Come on in," Abby said. "Take a load off. I happened to see you getting out of the 'vette." 

Warren entered the trailer, bending even though it wasn't necessary. His piercing brown eyes digested everything about her. He was trying to disguise the hunger within him, but it would have been evident to the most casual observer and there was nothing casual about Abby. 

Abby was a stripper at Platinum Gold, a Gentleman's Club on the outskirts of the city. At the moment, she was wearing red running shorts and sandals along with the 'T'. Her hair was stacked in no particular order. Bobby pins mix and match. 

Abby was holding a paperback and wearing a Walkman. He looked at her quizzically. 

"I tune in between the stations, she said, "get some white noise and get into my hot read." 

"What is it?" Warren asked with interest. Abby showed him the cover - 'Orgasms a Plenty' - her finger held her place halfway in. 

"Dibs on the book," he grinned. 

"Only if I can watch you read it," she said mischievously. A lewd glint flashed across her eyes and he caught it. "I'm half way through." 

"I'd like to be half way there myself," he smiled, his eyes slowly devouring her body from head to toe. "And then some," he concluded. 

He was fully aware some women detested this treatment. He didn't count Abby among them. 

"Wouldn't you tho," she said, secretly pleased with him. 

He studied her. From the razor line on her thigh where she'd stopped shaving, up to her neck and the wisps of dirty blonde hair clinging there; to the way she cocked her head when he spoke, as though giving careful consideration to each word he uttered. 

She took him in. The extra large sized hands, chest hair curling out of his sport shirt, to the swimming pool deep eyes that drew her closer; and the warrior's nose. Abby reflected "He must've got that broken over a woman," and softly sighed. 

They sat down in the kitchen. Silence reigned for about three minutes as they contemplated one another. 

"I thought you'd call before dropping in," Abby said breaking the silence. She didn't mind his dropping in unannounced, didn't feel self-conscious about her appearance either. 

Warren noted this and filed it away in his strategy book. 

"Grab a chair Warren. Want a Bud?" 

"That'd be nice, thank you," he said, glancing around the kitchen and noting that it was used frequently. The kitchen had a comfortable feeling about it. 

Abby handed him a can of Budweiser, then reached back into the cooler and withdrew one for herself as well. His started to sweat immediately and he watched it puddle around the base of the can. 

"Balmy, isn't it?" Warren said, breaking the silence. He was running his index finger along the condensation, looking at her with renewed interest. Then he looked around and found a pile of coasters in the center of the table alongside the salt and peppershakers. He took two, slid one to Abby and placed a Bud on his and turned his full attention back to Abby. 

"Maybe," she countered, sipping her beer, and then placing it on her coaster. "But let's work up to it gradually." 

"Oh?" Then he caught it, squinted at her and smiled. "You're pretty quick," he said, lifting the can to his mouth. 

"So did you come over here just for a free beer, or what?" she said, and took a swig of her beer watching his face as she swallowed. 

"I was hopin' for more than what this seems like." 

"What's that?" 

"Well, to me . . . umm, seems like I'm fillin' out a questionnaire." 

"No doubt you are," she said smiling, her shoulders were pulled back to accentuate her small breasts and her nipples could be discerned through the light gray material. Abby took another swallow of her beer. She was obviously enjoying herself. 

The Walkman now lay on the table with no apparent station tuned in; static fizzed away. Warren edged closer, and Abby felt a slight tingle within her body. The smile in her eyes said she knew this would happen. 

"So what'cha been doing with yourself since that night at King Neptune's?" she asked as she curled her legs under her and licked her lips. 

"Was that the night I taught you how to play that game?" 

"Yeah, boy," she laughed loudly while her fingernails scratched the fabric of her red shorts. "You're a good teacher you are." 

Abby cleared her throat and continued. "Only the regulars could make the damn thing land on the nail, but you showed me how in three tosses, and I was a regular champ at it after that." 

Shyly Warren responded. "Well, once you know how . . ." 

"Sure," she said interrupting him, "but showing someone that fast ain't easy. That's why I gave you my number and address. I wanted to see you again." 

Gracefully, Abby got up from the table and glided to the cooler. "Wanna join me in another brew?" 

"Sure, but aren't you worried about your figure? Most girls I ...." 

"I'm a dancer. Didn't you know that?" 

"No," he said, startled but pleased. "I didn't." 

"At the Platinum Club," Abby said tentatively. 

"That's interesting," Warren said, "I, err, don't usually go to those clubs." He put his hands up in a defensive posture and said, "It's not that I'm against them or anything like that - hell they're great, but I..." he paused, trying to determine if his next words would hurt her feelings, then went on. "The purpose of those clubs is to make horny guys feel a little better about themselves; and make some bread besides. I don't mind that, in fact it's a good thing really. It's just that I don't need it. I find my, err, relationships in other places." 

"Like King Neptune's?" Abby asked, eyes sparkling. 

"Yeah, like King Neptune's, teaching a sweet young thing how to play a silly game. But since you brought the subject up, I gotta tell you you've got a sensational body. It's evident you take good care of it. In fact, I'll bet those are the first beers you've had since the night at Neptune's." 

The room was still and silent as Abby digested his words. "He was right about the beers," she thought, "he might be right for her too." 

Waiting for Abby to break the silence, Warren glanced out the kitchen window as a beer-bellied neighbor wearing an undershirt and pajama bottoms came out of his house to sit down in a rocker on his front porch armed with a six-pack and Hustler magazine. 

"Ah love," Warren thought, "it's everywhere." He took another sip of beer. 

She put a finger to her lower lip and said, "Let's talk about, ummm... kissing." 

"I'm game;" he said, his eyes locked on hers. I'd rather do than... but whatever...." 

"Let's talk about G-spots," she said, feeling her body beginning to flush and discovering she'd finished another beer. Her mind on other things, she tossed the empty at the trash can, but missed and ignored it as it rolled across the kitchen floor, ending its journey at the table leg near her foot. 

He sat still, watching her; inhaling her, and waited for her next move. 

Abby didn't appear to be nervous, and eventually she looked him in the eye and said, "So, you want to begin or shall I?" 

Begin what, he thought, thinking of all his past frustrations, but shrugged them off contemplating the new experience before him, and said, "Can't we move over to the couch and let things take care of themselves?" 

"I don't know about that," Abby said with a feigned pout. "I was talkin' about talking." 

"How 'bout a compromise?" 

"I'm listening," she said, pulling her shoulders back again. 

Here come the boobs again, Warren thought, but he said, "We go to the couch for oh... say fifteen minutes, see how it goes. If it goes okay, we fill out the rest of your questionnaire." 

"You think you're that good a kisser? 

"It's worth a try." Abby smiled at him, her hands laced together, chin propped up on them, one thumb slowly rolled along her lower lip. He sipped his beer and waited. She unlaced her hands, stood up and walked over to the couch in the living room, and stood there while Warren looked back over his shoulder. Her lips came apart with a soft snap. She put her weight on one leg, gave a subtle shift of her hips. Warren stood and quickly moved to her. 

They kissed for maybe ten minutes before Warren conceded she was the best kisser he'd ever met despite the bad springs poking into his thigh.

She sat close beside him, a Cheshire grin on her face; and that grin had come forward into his face until it became his. Her lips parted, and her feathery tongue slid into his mouth, leisurely and strong. And then they were both sipping from deep within each other's soul. Abby, running her tongue in and out of Warren's mouth, her hot saliva mixing with his, slowly fucking his tongue, then biting his lips. Warren forced her to retreat as his tongue flowed like a river into her mouth. They clung to one another on the couch for minutes, magically tied by their tongues, wrestling for control in a battle neither could win, nor wanted to win. 

Dusk was ending when Warren rose from the couch to make a trip to the bathroom. When he came out, Abby wasn't on the couch. He stood in the living room for a minute, scratching his stomach and listening to the lawn mower outside, and then he smiled and strode down the carpeted hall to the bedroom. 

Abby was lying on the bed. She'd turned down the sheets and taken off her sandals. She wasn't smiling, nor did she appear anxious. She was looking at him with great interest, perhaps even mild curiosity. The last remnants of daylight poured through the faded shades and across her legs as Warren came across to her and squatted beside the bed. There was mint on her breath now as she brought her face close to his. 

She reached out, and her fingertip strayed lightly across his lips, drew a ticklish line down his throat to his collarbone. He touched her blondish hair at her temple; brushed it back from her face. She took her hands away from him, leaned back on the bed and ran her hands across her smallish breasts. Her nipples were outlined against the fabric of her blouse. 

A dreamy current came into her voice. "It's been a very long time." 

"Has it? Then I'd better be good, hadn't I?" He stood still, and watched as she sat back up, reached out and unzipped his khaki pants and pulled them down. He was responding quickly. She drew down his jockey shorts and reached through his legs and took a cool but firm grip on his balls, bringing him a half-foot closer to her. With a languorous sigh, she took him into her minty mouth. 

Oh, that minty mouth he thought, as he became solid. She held him in place, enjoying him, listening to the sound of his breathing intensify. 

Her tongue rolled over his swollen head, her thumb and one finger circled his balls and one finger stroked the seam of flesh hidden beneath. All Abby wanted now was to control his pleasure, to drive him to the highest heights of sensuous feeling. She wanted him to ache for the feel of her warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock. 

Warren closed his eyes and a hot rush of air filled his lungs. His heart jumped. Abby stayed there, using her hands; her thin cool fingers; nails raking him lightly across his flesh, finding some new notes; pushing his blood up an octave. 

Later, he massaged her skull with his fingertips and watched through half-closed eyes as she rode him, sweet, strong and happy. Ahhhhhh, the wonders of calimar, he thought blissfully, his hand moving to graze along the innermost part of her thigh. 

Ultimately, Abby rose up and drew off her T-shirt. Warren helped by rolling her running shorts down across the flare of her hips then undid his own shirt while watching her stand nude before him. She was watching him too, all of him, and already breathing hard. When he was naked too, she stepped forward and kissed him on the mouth, her lips opening, sliding her tongue beneath his. He kissed her back. The mintiness was gone. On her breath all he could taste was himself. 

Later still, they were both lying in the bed. Warren, propped up on an elbow, was gently touching Abby's left nipple, he thought it a slippery ruby. Abby experienced a shiver with each successive touch. He scrutinized her hair spread out against the white pillow and spoke quietly in the half-dark room. 

"A girl once told me that sex was like riding a roller coaster." He paused; she made a humming, contented sound. He said, "You can tell how well you did by how loud they screamed." 

"Yeah?" she said, opening her bluish-gray eyes briefly then closed them. Her voice was husky, "How'd we do?" 

"I think we both done good," Warren said smiling. 

"How do you know?" 

"Hear that?" 

Four, maybe five dogs yapped and howled across the street. 

"We did that?" She chuckled and closed her eyes again. 

"They started when we started; about an hour ago." 

Halfway into her drowsy drifting off to sleep, she mumbled, "Is that all it was? One hour?" 

He touched her hair; it was thick hair, but much softer than it looked; and her other hair was even softer, a tangle of rosy gold, scented with something, perhaps Jasmine? He wondered. The aroma was on his cheeks too, and with every breath it seemed stronger. 

He leaned over the edge of the bed and brought the top sheet back and shook it quietly into place, tucking it in and around her. She dug her face into her pillow and reached for him. He lay down and she brought her head to his chest, frittering until she found the most comfortable fit. Then she slept. 

Four-thirty, AM 

Abby rested a hand on his shoulder and touched a finger to the back of his neck. Smiling, she ran her finger down along his collarbone. 

"It's a good size," she said, "comfortable but not too big." Her head lay on his bare chest as she gazed down at his flaccid member. Starlight glistened on the dampness of her pubic hair. 

"I can't take any credit for it," he said. I was born this way." 

They both laughed, and she lifted her head and kissed him again. Then she drew a slow line from his Adam's apple to his navel. And then began a delicate journey into his pubic hair, lingering there, combing out the snarls. He shifted beneath the sheet and opened himself to her. 

She cupped him, jiggled him lightly. "Don't you remember?" she said. "It's not the size of the ship that counts. It's the motion of the ocean." 

While they chuckled in the dark, his right hand returned to the moist place he had found before. The place that made her shut her eyes and clench the sheets while tossing her head back and forth. The place that made her throat quake and body quiver. He touched her lightly there, teasing her, before lowering himself slowly down her body, bringing his gifted tongue to her; separating her thickened folds with his fingers, and tasted again that tart jasmine flavor in her juices and scent. 

Abby lifted her legs, bringing her knees to her chest, and embraced him with one arm, her other arm slung out across the bed. Warren continued toying with her drawing the alphabet with his tongue, flicking it here, flattening it there, probing in that mysterious 'other' place. 

Abby moaned when she felt him vanishing into her dampness,fading, dissolving then disappearing as she writhed, twisted and trembled and finally began speaking in a garbled tongue. 

And his tongue answered her. She brought her feet down, pressing them firmly on the floor. Lifting her hips, she pressed her shoulders back and ground herself against his mouth. He mashed his mouth tighter, snorting like a pig to bring air into his lungs. In time, he raised himself from her and looked up across her belly and breasts at her lust-ridden face. Abby smiled back at him with primeval lewdness. 

He met her eyes for a moment then closed them, returning his mouth to her; fastening himself there. And as she sighed then moaned anew, he remained busy, shaping and reshaping the fit of his mouth upon her, intensifying the pressure, slowing the pace, until he felt a flutter escape from her, a sudden flare of heat as she raised her hips from the bed and he raised his face with her. She shivered, snarled and snorted. A slow crescendo of distressed cries emanated from her as if she were losing her balance on a narrow ledge. Finally, it broke from her, and she brought her legs back up and hugged her knees. And she started to sob, bringing forth a deep rush of tears. With one hand she held his head in place while the other caressed a breast, as she wept with joy. 

It was an hour later. The neighborhood dogs were sleeping quietly. The cicadas had retired for the evening as well. A light breeze whispered past the curtains into the bedroom bringing a welcome coolness to the warm night. Abby began to draw lazy circles in his chest hair. Her breasts pressed against his ribs. 

"Does anything scare you Warren?" she said. "Really scare you?" 

"Ummm, yeah; blind women with machetes." 

"Come on, why women?" 

Warren turned his head, opened his eyes. "Why'd you say that?" 

"I think you're a little afraid of me. Are you afraid of all women?" she asked, carefully watching his reaction. 

"I mean here we are deeply involved but you're always joking, always keeping me right here; I feel like it's a measured distance away from your heart." 

"I wouldn't call what we were doing a few minutes ago any measured off distance" he answered evasively. 

"But you seem to be, you're afraid of letting it get deeper." Warren touched a finger to her wrist, drew a slow line up her arm and back down. He sighed while sliding his finger in and out of each of the grooves in her fingers. 

"Jesus," he said. "Now the lady wants it even deeper." 

"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, and with a growling sound from her throat, wriggled her fingers into his ribs, and bit him hard on the neck. 

"Ow!" He roared, shifting position causing her to fall into him and they began to wrestle.

Finally he permitted her to win. Gradually her biting grew softer and together they scooted along the comforter away from the edge, back to the center of the bed. 

As he entered her she squealed out in joy, "Oh God... déjà vu, all over again." 

"Thank you Yogi," Warren laughed, as he increased his stoking to jackhammer level causing them both to come almost immediately. 

They dozed afterward; and later as the sun began to rise, Abby danced for him.



Warren's Women - Nancy & Judy Ch. 01



Saturday's Fancy, Judy & Nancy - Part 1

The girls: Nancy Artz and Judy Caporale Warren's buddy, Eppy: Epsolen Anderson noted jazz saxophone player

Warren met them at the Jazz Festival on the Fourth of July. They were both cute, and dressed alike in tank tops and short shorts. The taller, a brunette with a dynamite ass and legs, albeit small breasts; the shorter a busty blonde, well a bottle blonde anyway, and also possessing great legs. 

He spread his blanket out close to them, after asking if they'd mind. They didn't and giggled over his butt as soon as he turned away and went about setting up. He'd brought a cooler and his camera along with the blanket. It wasn't long before the girls took the initiative and introduced themselves.

"Hi," the brunette said, "I'm Nancy, and this is Judy. Isn't this music just fabulous?" 

"Hi right back to you. I'm Warren and yeah, the music's good and gonna get better when Epsolen gets into a couple riffs on that sax of his."

"I've heard he's cool," said Judy, putting suntan lotion on her arm and appraising him at the same time. She nodded to Nancy, the signal that he was worth spending some time with. Nancy feigned a yawn, the pre-arranged sign that she agreed with Judy's assessment. Nancy took her time examining him. He had beautiful, thick hair, and wonderful shoulders, and his brown eyes were so expressive that when he concentrated them on her, she felt weak; and they'd just met. 

Nancy hoped she would be the one he selected, but Judy had those big tits and that always got the good one. 'But maybe this time . . .' she hoped.

"He is cool," Warren agreed, "I've known him since our Navy days. We were shipmates."

"You know him?" Judy said, totally surprised. "Do ya think you might be able to introduce us?"

"Sure, stay close by. He'll be around in a while."

Judy nudged Nancy's arm and whispered to her. "Did you hear him? He'll be around . . . ."

Nancy leaned forward and said, "Excuse me, Warren, right?"

"Yes, Nancy... right?"

"Yeah...right. Um, would you like a beer? We've got plenty in our cooler."

"Girls, it would be my pleasure to sit down to a brew or two with you." 

He moved closer to them. Nancy moved to her knees and opened the cooler, popped a can of Bud and handed it to him. He gulped about half down then wiped his mouth with his arm. 

"Thank you." He burped, not loudly but it was obvious that the girls had heard him. "Excuse me. That was a welcome from my lips to my gullet. They needed that."

"Oh go on, everybody does it, don't apologize." Judy said leaning forward and providing him with a glimpse down her blouse. Nancy seethed internally. 'That cow, waving her tits in his face, I'll have to do something to counter her and those boobs,' she thought.

They spent the next half-hour talking about life in general, and listening to the music; drank a few beers and then Warren saw someone coming just over a nearby berm and started to rise. 

"Eppy, Eppy," he called out and waved his arms. "Over here!"

"Oh, my God he does know him!" Judy cried excitedly, as she hugged Nancy.

'Hey, Warren, my man!" the lithe black man called out as he joined their group and slapped hands with Warren. A humming sound quickly emenated from those around them as they recognized the jazz star settling in among them.

"How long's it been man?" Eppy asked. 

" 'bout four years," Warren smiled.

"That long 'eh?" Eppy removed a Marlboro from his shirt pocket and lit it, blowing the smoke though his nostrils. He squatted next to Warren. "How do we manage to go that long without hooking up? Damn!"

"Oh," Warren said, "This is Nancy and this... this is Judy. Judy REALLY digs your music. She's got all your CD's, yeah, she's a big time fan Eppy."

Nancy felt herself glow at this turn of events. Warren had picked her! She felt a tinge of sadness that Judy's big tits had cost her Warren. 'Let her have the celebrity,' she thought magnanimously. 

Eppy smiled broadly, having picked up Warren's non-to-subtle message, which the worried Judy had missed. He was ruggedly handsome and of course his picture often graced the major magazines of America.

"Hello Nancy," he said shaking her hand firmly, and turning to Judy, "and what can I say to a number one fan?"

"A hug would be . . . nice," Judy managed.

"A hug it is!" And Eppy picked Judy up and hugged her tight. "I love my fans and my fans love me. Well some of 'em do." He laughed raucously. Judy made no attempt to move away after he'd put her feet back on the ground. In fact she touched him as often as she thought she could with become obvious about it.

"Want a beer?" Warren asked.

"Naw, but thanks anyway; not this close to my set. But I can take all the hugging Judy cares to share with me. That caused Judy to shriek with joy and leap into Eppy's arms. It was a long hug and after they sat back down, Judy fixed her eyes on the bulge that she had felt pressing against her and marveled as it continued to grow along Eppy's thigh.

Both Nancy and Warren took note of this, but only Warren made a comment. "I can see why they ordered you not to wear shorts today."

"Huh?" Eppy said, after sipping from a bottle of water.

Nancy and Judy were giggling and smacking one another; embarrassed, but loving it and knowing full well they were the center of attention.

"Oh?" Eppy reached out and made as if to smooth the bulge away, "This little old thang?"

"Thang?" Nancy cried out, "Judy, he calls it a thang."

"It's not so little either," Judy laughed giddily.

"How you tell that Judy girl?" Eppy asked, reverting to ghetto slang. Judy blushed crimson.

"Well Warren, this girl Judy's got some color, ain't she?"

"Probably blushing all over," Warren offered.

"Oh, God... will the two of you just shut up!" Judy said, turning beet red.

"You know," Warren laughed, "I'd give a hug and a kiss to someone who'd hand me a beer right about now."

Nancy dove for the cooler, before she realized she'd made a fool of herself. It was her turn to blush. "Here," she said, holding it out to him.

"Thank you," Warren smiled, accepting the beer he placed it down beside him then pulled Nancy up against his chest and kissed her. 

Nancy's first thought was that his lips were so soft and gentle. She leaned into him, pressing her perky breasts against him. At the first touch of his tongue, she opened her mouth and drew him in. Warren felt that this girl might prove to be something special. 

The four continued to neck and tease one another until another member of his group called Eppy to the stage. He bade them goodbye, for the time being and hopped up on the stage. As his set opened, Warren and the girls huddled close together listening intently and moved to the music. As the set progressed, Warren became entranced with Nancy's hair, telling her, "It seems radiant in this lighting," and hugged her close. Nancy felt herself grow moist at the compliment.

Deciding not to neglect Judy he curled her arm through his and unintentionally rubbed the side of her heavy breast against his biceps. He glanced at her and seeing the lust in her eyes dropped his hand to the front of her shorts, let it dangle there for a second and then tapped on her pussy with his little finger. 

"You want me to play with you?" he asked. 

She smiled at him and shivered, stunned that he would ask such a question.

She hesitated then quickly responded. "Yes," she whispered hotly, "but I don't want to hurt Nancy's feelings." 

"Just a second," he whispered back and turned to Nancy. "I'm going to pull this blanket over us so we can all fool around a little, okay?"

Nancy was already in a dreamy state what with Warren so close and the music more than she'd bargained for and automatically nodded her agreement. He moved his hand across her perky breasts and kissed her on the neck. She vibrated under the touch.

"Nice?"

"Ummm, yeah, nice."

"Mind if I give Judy some attention?"

"No. Eppy's way over there and she's probably lonely."

"Okay, but it's just because he's not here for her. I'll make her feel good too. But only if it's okay with you Nancy," he was casually rubbing her nipple as he spoke, as if it were the most normal thing in the world for him to be doing.

"Go on, kiss her. It's okay."

He turned to Judy and kissed her gently, rubbing against her shorts with the edge of his other hand. 'She's really cooking in there,' he thought as Judy's tongue fiercely laved against his.

When the kiss ended he whispered, "Open your pants for me. I'll be right back to you."

Then he twisted his body and found Nancy waiting, her eyes were sparkling and in a hushed tone she asked, "Is she okay?"

"Judy's fine, but now it's your turn sugar," and before he could move Nancy's hands were holding the sides of his head and kissing him powerfully. She rolled on top of him and Judy shrieked with laughter.

"I've wanted to do that for the longest time," she gasped when the kiss ended. 

"Really?" Warren said, noting the attention they were getting and rearranged the blanket over the three of them. "Wow, you certainly know how to kiss."

"You think?"

Judy chimed in with, "I told you Nancy."

Nancy blushed and Warren kissed her again, this time under the blanket his hand wandered under her top and cupped the padded bra covering her breast. She didn't resist and Warren in a quiet undertone asked, "Can you lose the bra?" Not waiting to see if she would do it, he returned to Judy and slid his hand downward, finding the warm nest between her thighs. She had opened her shorts for him.

"What are you doing?" she asked softly.

"You'll see."

He tickled her gently, and soon she was rolling her hips against his fingers. Warren kept at it until Judy started to lubricate then he slipped his middle finger inside her. Judy gasped, and her legs tensed, but her subsequent movements clearly indicated he could have his way with her.

Warren rolled back to Nancy; and Judy rolled with him, hoping to keep his finger inside her. Judy was too far-gone to do without the orgasm he'd silently promised. 

He pulled Nancy tight against him and kissed her deeply. She had removed her bra, and her nipples were taut against his chest. He continued to kiss her — on the lips, neck and throat; and when she moaned he leaned forward and put his free hand on one breast and in a pushing, spreading motion, flattened it, applying tension to the nipple. Then, opening his mouth as wide as he could, Warren sucked in most of her small breast. And as she writhed against him, his tongue teased the nipple. Nancy was exalted with all the sensations and placed a hand under her other breast offering it to his mouth; her other hand nestled at the back of his head, holding him to her. 'How erotic, how wicked!' she thought, 'and in the middle of all these people too!'

She purred, "I was hoping that you would do something like this. . . ." 

"Like it?"

"Oh yeah, but don't forget the other one. . . ."

He switched to her other breast and began stirring his finger within Judy's moist cunt. Using thumb and middle finger, he masturbated Judy gently for a few minutes, while she lay still, her head on her arm biting at her fist. The musicians played on some thirty-five yards away and only a few gawkers continued to watch them cavorting under the blanket.

"Touch yourself," he murmured to Nancy. "What?" She said, caught off guard by the request.

"Go on, touch yourself. For me."

"I. . . I can't. . . ."

"Look, I'd do it but I've got you and Judy here with me under the blanket and my other hand is occupied."

"Occupied?"

"For Christ's sake, I've got my fingers in Judy. . . now do you understand?"

"Oh. . . ."

"Don't be so surprised, you're both turned on . . . right?"

"I didn't . . ."

Do you want me to stop?"

"No!"

They were silent for a moment as he suckled her breast giving her time to think. His fingers busied themselves with Judy who was on the brink of coming.

"Can . . . can I touch you instead?" Nancy asked hopefully.

"Sure," he replied with a smile. "But be careful it bites."

"Oh, you tease," she said, obviously relieved, and let her hand drift to his stomach.

'This will be the second penis that I've touched,' Nancy thought as her fingers reached the waistband of his shorts. 'Better do it quick,' she chided herself, 'he might change his mind.'

She gasped after groping through his thick mat of pubic hair and touched his firm shaft, but continued her exploration, rubbing her thumb over the tip of his cockhead.

"You feel . . . silky nice," she told him.

"I'm glad you're comfortable with it. Some girls aren't you know."

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah. Some are frightened by the size. Of course some are just afraid of it, period."

"I feel sorry for them."

"Don't worry about them. Squeeze it tight in your fist."

"My . . . my hand won't go around it." Nancy lamented as if it were her fault.

"Use both hands if you want."

She followed his advice and gripped him with both hands. "Like a baseball bat," she giggled and squeezed.

"And Eppy is bigger than yours?"

"Oh yeah, much bigger."

"Wow! Oh, like wow!"

"Can't wait to see his, eh?"

"No. Yes . . . I mean yours . . . Jeez; I just felt your heart beat there! Oooh, I just love it!" 

She gasped, "Judy, Judy! Come feel his thing."

Judy's inquisitive hand meandered across his thigh; met Nancy's hand first then closed her fingers on his hardness.

"Ummm, you are a big fella ain't you?"

Nancy gleefully cried out, "I want to see it!"

"We're in a public place girls," Warren said hastily, fearing in their excitement, one of them might shuck the blanket off him.

"Ooooh," Nancy pouted.

"Tell you what," he said softly, "You duck completely under the blanket and I'll hold it up enough so that you can get a good look."

"All right," Nancy chirped and clapped her hands as Warren hoisted the blanket a few inches off the ground. Nancy burrowed under the blanket and with only little difficulty saw his partially covered cock.

Suddenly Judy was breathing on her neck. "I want a look too," she said defensively. 

Nancy suddenly buoyed by Judy's excitement, giggled, and in a cheerful high-pitched voice said, "Okay, let's get him undressed then." 

Nancy tugged at the elastic waistband of his shorts until they hung down around his knees, and both girls whooped at the sight as it sprang free and stood bobbing inches in front of them.

Judy was the first to act, taking his cock in her hand.

"It's so . . . warm and hard . . ." She murmured so that only Nancy could hear.

Nancy was mesmerized staring at the head, which was partially covered with foreskin. She had never seen an uncircumcised cock before. Judy pulled downward, peeling the foreskin back and revealed the cockhead. 

Clearly impressed, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Ooooh!" and began to jerk him off. 

Nancy was still in awe of it all and memorized for all time the look of the bulging veins feeding the blood necessary to engorge his magnificent hardon. Then Judy lowered her head several inches and dreamily rubbed his cock along her cheek. 

"Me too! Me too!" Nancy squealed delightedly before planting a moist kiss to his shaft. 

Judy marveled at the heat against her cheek and turned her head sufficiently and opened her mouth as she recalled blowing Richie Zadanowitz several months earlier. But Richie had come almost as soon as she'd closed her mouth on him and she'd spat him out in disgust. This time as her lips fastened on his cock it twitched, but didn't spew and Judy began to relax and enjoy herself. Warren helped a great deal by placing his hand behind her head and guiding her.

And what was Nancy doing? To her obvious delight she'd discovered his balls and squiggling further under the blanket was kissing and sucking on them as Warren moaned his satisfaction at her newly found prowess. 

' I'll suck his cock like nobody's business,' she told herself, 'as soon as Judy lets it go.'

"Are you two enjoying yourselves?" He asked pleasantly.

"Mmmmmm," groaned Judy.

"Ooooh yeah," Nancy cooed between noisy slurps. "Great fun. You've a wonderful prick here."

"I really didn't think you two had that much experience," he said, pleasing both girls enormously.

He lifted the blanket slightly and saw Judy's big doe eyes looking up at him. "Hi there, my little cocksucker."

"Mmmffff!" Judy replied, and then gleefully returned to her work.

"Warren?" Nancy called from between his legs.

"Yeah, darling?"

"Do all pricks taste the same?"

"You're licking my balls, Nancy."

"Oh, yeah. Well I mean your balls then."

"I don't really know, not being a cocksucker or ball licker myself. But if I were to guess I'd say they all taste a little different, yet somewhat the same."

"Oh."

"You know . . . people are all pretty much alike, yet different too. Maybe its what they eat, or how often they wash, things like that."

"Yeah, thanks. I was just wondering, you know."

"I love what you're doing kiddo," and let the blanket fall.

Warren looked up at the stage and found his friend grinning at him. Laughing, Warren gave him the thumbs up sign. Eppy promptly went into a long Coleman Hawkins like solo on "Body and Soul," that brought the crowd to its feet cheering.

Nancy said, "What's going on out there?"

"Eppy's watching us and getting horny. When that happens he plays better. That's the crowd cheering him on."

She shocked Warren by firmly stating, "They should be cheering us on."

As he was recovering he heard her again. "Judy, can I have some now?"

"Mmmmm, 'kay. Here," and she handed his cock to Nancy. "Take over and remember, don't bite."

"Ooooh!" Warren hissed as Nancy's hot tongue licked the underside of his cock. "Just how old are you two?"

Judy, licking his testicle, responded for both of them. "I'm twenty and Nancy's nineteen. She'll be twenty in two months though," she added reassuringly.

Just then, Nancy's lips closed over his cockhead, sealing it tightly and as she commenced to sucking and nipping it with her teeth he groaned.

"Ahhh, Nancy! You've done this before, haven't you?"

Removing his cock, she replied. "Yes, a couple times, but. . . ."

"With who?" Blurted Judy.

"Kenny Biddle and Arnie Singleton, if you must know. But I was going to say I've never even seen one like this before."

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"The foreskin," she said sheepishly.

"Oh," said Warren.

"Oh," said Judy.

"Judy! You have? Whose?"

"Richie."

"Richie Zadanowitz?" Nancy cried. "You let that animal touch you?"

"Sounds more like he let her touch him," Warren offered teasingly.

"I don't believe it," Nancy said obviously losing track of what she was doing.

Warren began to wonder about these two girls. 'Not wrapped to tight,' he thought. But his hand guided her back to his cock and she resumed blowing him.

"Ahhh, calimar!" He crowed.

"What's calimar?" Judy's muffled voice rang out.

"Just another way of saying that's a good blowjob Nancy's giving me."

"And me!" Judy cried. "Nancy, give it back!"

"Girls . . .?"

"Mmmm?"

"Yes?"

"Why don't you both suck on it?"

"Can't do it," Judy said.

"Sure you can. One licks the shaft, one sucks the head. After a while, you kiss and switch places. Make sense?"

"I guess," said Judy, speaking for both of them.

"You have kissed before, haven't you?"

"Only for practice, you know?"

"Practice?"

"You know, for when we're with a guy?"

"It's almost the same, and you are good friends," he added.

"It won't make us lezzies or nothin' like that will it?" Nancy asked.

"Only if the two of you want to become bi," he told them.

"Bi?" Asked Nancy.

"Lezzies, silly," Judy put in.

"No," Warren said. "Bi stands for bi-sexual, meaning someone who has sex with men and women."




Warren's Women - Nancy & Judy Ch. 01



"Like in an orgy?"

"Right Nancy, like an orgy."

"Never had an orgy," she said wistfully, and Warren knew she was a prime candidate for chompin on a pussy.

"We can have an orgy when Eppy joins us if you girls want to."

"Yeah! I want to orgy," Nancy cried out.

"It's okay with me," Judy said with equal enthusiasm. 

"So let's get on with this blowjob eh? Whose turn is it now?"

Judy promptly began hoovering him with all the suction a superior vacuum could provide before Nancy had even moved. Then Judy relaxed a moment and contented herself with stroking him, using only the tips of her fingers pushing back his seemingly tranquil foreskin to better explore the knobby gland underneath. 

Warren lay still, hardly breathing, the girls, especially Judy were showing great improvement. The blanket over them was not heavy and the girl's movements beneath it were blatantly clear to anyone caring to look. Nancy's head lay on his stomach as she watched his cock grow high and hard from Judy's sly sucking and stroking. 

His cock was inches from her face. Nancy put her finger out and touched it. She felt his body shudder, but otherwise he did not move. Judy withdrew and the girls kissed. Warren smiled knowingly. They had heard him and followed his advice. 

It was the third time they kissed that did it. The kiss lasted quite a while and they almost forgot about Warren. Before Nancy realized it, they were kissing deeply and embracing one another. 

Nancy's mind momentarily fought this unexpected event, but her body refused to obey her. 'It's great, but it's wrong,' she told herself as she allowed her tongue to slip into Judy's eager mouth and when Judy's hand touched her breast she felt the heat grow inside her. 

As that kiss ended, Judy placed a delicate kiss on her mouth and allowed her tongue to graze across Nancy's bottom lip. In return, Nancy began nibbling on Judy's lips, over and over again. Neither girl wanted it to end. Just when Nancy was sure Judy was going to pull away, she felt the tip of her tongue gently flick her upper lip, then her lower lip. It was then that she let herself go and responded, her body moving into Judy's even more as she took her lower lip in her mouth and slowly pulled back and away, keeping Judy's lips pressed tightly between her own. 

Judy gasped at her boldness and tightened her grip on Nancy's body. Nancy only cared about that moment. Judy's kiss became more persistent, and Nancy wondered what Warren knew about them that made him insist they kiss while blowing him. Then she realized he hadn't insisted, merely suggested they kiss. She relaxed and enjoyed Judy's tongue moving in and out of her mouth, going deeper with each entrance and staying longer. 

Nancy felt full with her; as much as if they were making frantic, passionate love on a desert island or something. And weren't we? Right there in the warm afternoon spring sunlight, in front of a few thousand people? They continued sucking tongue for a while, and as they got hotter, Nancy's fingers searched out Judy's burning cunt.

"Let's not forget him," Judy husked, bearly able to speak in her aroused state.

"Mmmmm, Nancy agreed as she captured Warren's cock and sucked fiercely. Judy quickly unbuttoned Nancy's shorts and tugged them down. She wrenched Nancy's panties to the side and started fingering her. Both Warren and Nancy groaned in unison. 

Judy withdrew her slick cream covered fingers from Nancy's cunt and brought them to her mouth, licking and sucking her friend's juices from them. She found the taste exquisite, and slurped erotically as she watched Nancy devouring Warren's thick cock.

"My turn," she cried, tapping Nancy's shoulder.

" 'kay," Nancy replied, relinquishing his prick to Judy, then twisted her body so that she faced Judy's twat. A moment later, Judy almost choked and her chest heaved, when with his cock searing deeply into her throat, she felt Nancy's tongue hesitantly lick her labia. 

No one had ever licked her there! Oh, she'd dreamt about it, talked about, and thought about it often enough, but the sensation was more than she'd bargained for. 

Nancy felt her shiver with delight and lust.

"Yes, Nancy," Judy moaned, "eat me," 

Nancy continued a slow lapping at her cunt.

"Ooooooh! Yes! Lick my pussy!"

Nancy spread the pussy lips wider and dove in, moving her tongue quickly and deeply into Judy. Then she brought her tongue up and brushed the emerging clit, causing sparks to fly through Judy's shaking body. Judy showed great control as she continued to suck hard on Warren's cock. 

Nancy realized that at sometime in the near future Judy would be between her legs returning the favor and renewed her assault on the tender nub, sucking and licking it and reveling in Judy's fevered responses. She took a peek at Judy's face and saw her head tossing back and forth, but never losing his cock from its place between her lips.

Judy came hard. But Nancy continued her assault, even adding a finger to go along with her tongue.

"Oh God, its sooooo good," Judy moaned. What's happening to me?"

A huge amount of juice oozed out of Judy's cunt and Nancy happily lapped it up.

Warren reminded them, "Don't forget about me girls." 

Nancy left Judy and closed down on Warren's surging cock once again.

"Suck it baby!' He groaned. "Suck it good!"

Meanwhile Judy was enjoying the last thralls of her climax and then decided to return Nancy's favor. However, just as her fingers were toying with the folds of Nancy's twat, she realized Warren was about to come and shifted her position so that she was able to share his load with Judy. Warren exploded into Judy's face and as she backed away in pleased surprise, Nancy gobbled his head into her mouth to capture the next two spurts. 

With her mouth full of his sperm, Nancy pulled back and nudged Judy, who promptly took him back in her mouth and sucked until he told her to stop. The girls were shrieking with laughter under the blanket as they kissed each other and licked Warren's cock clean.

Eppy had finished his set and was approaching them as the girls finished and came out from under the blanket. They were somewhat disheveled from their adventure, with rumpled clothing and tousled hair but managed to straighten each other out. Eppy waited patiently for them to finish before announcing his return.

"You play great, Eppy," Warren said with a big grin on his face.

"Yeah, thanks man. I just know you heard every note." Then he started laughing. The girls looked at him, obviously puzzled.

"From the stage," Eppy said calmly, "I could see some unusual movements under that blanket. Now, girls, I have a great imagination and . . . do you want me to tell you what I think was going on?"

"Oh, my God," Judy wailed.

"I'm so embarrassed," Nancy said, bemoaning her fate.

"Well, that's all right girls. I didn't mind. In fact you might could say you inspired my playing.

Nancy finally lifted her head up and saw his huge bulge hovering just above her.

"Oh!"

"Is that all you have to say for yourself girl?"

"Oh, my!"

"What's wrong with you girl?"

"It's . . . so big!

Judy felt herself becoming highly aroused and chimed in, "Your thing . . . it's enormous."

"The Lord was kind to me," he said.

"Very generous, maybe too generous," Warren added laughing at this turn of events.

"Hmmmmm," Eppy said looking at both girls. 

"I have an apartment nearby," Warren offered. "Perhaps we could all go there and continue the party. After all Eppy needs to relax after working so hard." He emphasized the word 'hard.'

"That's a good idea," Judy said. She was elated at the possibility of having Eppy's tool ramming into her. Nancy secretly shared that thought, while also thinking that Warren was probably ready for more action too. She became highly aroused when she realized that she and Judy could make it again too.

"What are we waiting for," Nancy said and scooped up her belongings and stood waiting for Warren and Judy to gather their things too.

To be continued



Warren's Women - Nancy & Judy Ch. 02



Saturday's Fancy, Judy and Nancy -- Part 2

They all piled into Warren's car, and took off. After about two minutes or so, Judy turned to Eppy what sat beside her in the backseat. "He lives close by. We should be there soon."

"You're right and you're wrong girl," he said in his deep voice. "See, Warren wants to take us for a ride first so you and I can get acquainted. Actually, he's taking us in a great big circle."

"Acquainted, huh?"

"Ummmmm, like this," and he lowered his head and kissed her gently on the mouth. 

'I'm gonna like this guy,' Judy told herself, giving herself to the kiss, opening her mouth and accepting his hot, fevered tongue. She felt him growing against her thigh and extended her hand out to touch him. Eppy's hands roamed all over her soft, sexy body as he kissed her with passionate fervor, feeling and squeezing the firm, mounds of her breasts through the skimpy top. Judy moaned her feverish excitement into his face through her flared nostrils. 

Knowing full well that Judy wanted to get a taste of his black cock, he reached down and unbuttoned her shorts then resumed the kiss.

Judy reached between them and grasped the magnificent bulge of his beer can-thick cock through his linen slacks and tried to squeeze it as they groped each other and continued with their juicy hot kissing in the backseat.

Warren pulled into a side road that appeared to be rarely utilized by the park staff and parked under an elm tree.

"Come here," he said to Nancy who literally dove into his arms. Nancy knew what to do this time, pulling his zipper down as he scooted his ass up off the car seat. She deftly rolled his shorts down and fished his long, undeniably hard dick out. 

She smiled and thought that perhaps his wasn't as big as Eppy's, but he was about 8 inches and fairly thick too. She was quick to lower her mouth to him and licked his purplish head, getting him nice and slick before gobbling him up. 

She could hear Judy and Eppy's wet, sloppy kisses and decided to make wet slurppy noises of her own. Nancy gripped his cock in her hand and began to stroke it, but Warren grabbed her by her hair and began pumping her head up and down and Nancy gave up the idea of half jerking, half sucking him off.

In the backseat, Eppy's hand was grazing along Judy's upper thigh, over what he believed to be unbelievably soft, bare flesh of her inner thigh and directly to the hot crotch of her thin, cotton panties. He thought that he'd never felt such a saturated piece of material in his entire life. It was absolutely sopping with a warm slick liquid. Judy groaned loudly as Eppy's middle finger probed against the flimsy material and felt the outline of her pussy's twin lips. 

"Oh, baby," he moaned into her ear, "You've got the juiciest pussy ever."

"You're just . . . saying that so you can put that big old thang inside me."

"I'm gonna do that anyway, baby. But I mean it, you are the juiciest ever."

"Oooooh! Touch me! Kiss me!" She gasped.

"You gonna suck me, sweet?" Eppy asked already knowing the answer, but kissing her and deftly working his finger into her through her underwear. She began to thrash against his finger. In only seconds, Judy was coming.

In the front seat, Nancy rejoiced as Warren's cock grew to full size in her mouth and pressed against the side of cheeks as he thrust up and down, in and out and sideways, making it look like she was chewing tobacco. 

When Nancy shook his cock out to gasp for air, he whispered, "Take off all your clothes. I want to see your body.

Adroitly she shucked her shorts past her crotch and kicked them off, giggling as she watched them land on the dash as she was peeling off her top. She'd already stuffed her bra in her purse. 

"The panties are okay," he told her. "Maybe I'll eat them off you." Those words sent a shudder through her body and she suffered through an intense shiver as his fingers caressed the lips of her swollen labia.

"My God!" She exclaimed, "I almost came then!"

"You will come a few times before you head home tonight. I promise."

Taking him at his word, Nancy turned her hips so that she was at an angle where he could get to her pussy. Warren had to peel the wet panties away prior to enter her with two fingers and finger-fucked her while squeezing and mauling her breasts with his other hand. 

"Say, Nancy aren't you forgetting something?"

"Wha?" A dazed and happy Nancy replied.

"You were blowing me, remember?" Somewhat bewildered, Nancy allowed his hand to force her mouth back upon his wet cock and as she resumed her cocksucking duties, she heard Judy ask Eppy, "Can I see it? It might be too big. You know I'm kinda small and all."

Nancy ran her hand up and down Warren's glistening shaft, well aware of the activity going on behind her. She was content that Warren was big enough for her.

"Sure I'll show you," Eppy said kindly, "and don't worry about being too small. I just know we'll get it in. Here," and he leaned back and unzipped his fly. Judy noticed his zipper was larger than most and pointed at it.

"Uh huh. I got to have a re-enforced fly, on account of busting out of the regular ones. Kind of embarrassing if you know what I mean."

"I'll bet," Judy giggled, but grew apprehensive.

"Hey Judy," Warren called over his shoulder, "Wait 'til you see it. It's a whopper."

Nancy sucked hard on his cock, then released him and said, "You guys, always bragging about your things." She too was waiting to get a look at Eppy's cock. Still, she was thrilled to have Warren for herself, although she was willing to share him with Judy. 'It might be nice to see what Eppy was like,' she thought, 'after all, I shared Warren with her.'

"Eppy? You hear me bragging 'bout mine?"

"Nope. Was I alluding to the magnificence of my endowment?"

Warren laughed and said, "I don't know what the hell you just said, but if it means you were bragging on the size of your leg bat, I don't think so. More like you were stating a fact."

At this they were all laughing, and Judy exclaimed, "What the hell is that?"

Warren and Nancy were peering over the seat at the couple.

"This?" Eppy grinned. "This is my holster," and he pried his fly open to show them that his pants had been specially tailored with a sheath to keep his penis in place against his leg.

"Well, I never . . ." Nancy gasped.

Warren was still laughing. "It sure is impressing the ladies here. I think I'll have my pants done up the same way."

"Better get you a big gun first, my man," Eppy guffawed.

"Come on, come on," Judy pleaded, "Let's see it," ignoring the fact that the black musician was hoisting her top and exposing her breasts for anyone to see.

Nancy returned to kissing Warren's prick, but after several very pleasurable glides along his shaft he lifted her chin up, smiled and said, "Let's try something a little different."

"Sure," an affable Nancy said.

Warren leaned back in his seat and said, "Climb up on my lap and put it inside you. That way you can watch Eppy work his cock into your girlfriend while I nibble on these little titties of yours."

"Okay," she replied and nimbly clambered into position, grabbing his cock and inserting it and drawing in her breath as he drove it deep within her. Nancy was quick to develop a slow pace, rising and sinking down upon his rigid pole while he methodically chewed on her breasts. Her eyes never left Judy and Eppy who were actively getting it on in front of her. 

Judy had her mouth open as wide as possible, trying to capture the monstrous member under her nose. She'd already spent some time kissing it and was now licking it in hopes of lubricating it enough to take in her mouth. Eppy's huge palm pressed down on the top of her head and she managed to engulf the tip of his huge purple head. Her jaw felt as if it was going to break, then suddenly it was in her mouth! She did nothing but practice breathing through her nostrils for a minute, and then set to work with her tongue.

"Yes! Good girl!" Eppy said, encouraging her to continue.

Nancy stopped humping Warren and just stared at her friend and what she was accomplishing.

"Thas' good Judy! That's good, "Eppy crooned."Lemme do you some now sweetness."

Judy promptly worked him from her tired jaw and lay back on the seat. Both girls stared at his unbelievably big cock. 

'If I can't get him in my mouth,' Judy wondered, 'how in the world can I accept him down there?' 

She was distracted from that potential problem when Eppy knelt on the seat and placed her legs upon his shoulders spreading them further apart then bent to taste her. The musky odor emanating from her cunt inflamed his senses, and he went at her like a starving man--lapping, licking, and sucking like there would be no tomorrow. The car was soon filled with the liquid, slurping sounds that are only produced by passionate oral sex.

Judy grunted twice and came.

Nancy, riding Warren's fiery cock and viewing the scene in the back seat found her orgasm arriving early and with a loud shriek came too. Realizing the possibilities, Warren gripped her hips and hoisted her in the air, providing him with room to maneuver, rolled her on her side and began fucking her furiously. Nancy was quick to respond, thrusting her hips to meet the cock that was the center of her universe, banging her ass into the steering wheel.

'I'm gonna be bruised tomorrow,' she thought fleetingly as the pain mingled with the intense pleasure. For that matter, the entire car was rocking with their violent fucking as Warren drilled her relentlessly. Nancy found herself coming again and again, emitting a long series of "uh, uh, uh's," each time he pounded into her. Then he was pouring his molten seed into her and collapsed upon her.

In the rear of the car, Judy came again as Eppy's experienced tongue presented her with carnal delights she'd never dreamed of. And as Judy was enraptured by yet another climax, he slowed down his oral actions, limiting them to slow licks and tickles with his talented tongue. Then he was sitting up and placing his huge cock in its sheath even as Judy lay in a licentious delirium. 

Nothing happened for several minutes. They all lay spent and satiated, except Eppy. Finally, the black man tapped Warren on the shoulder and said, "Let's get on over to your place man. I still got some serious fucking to do." 

Fifteen minutes later, the group was standing in Warren's living room, Nancy nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Eppy made for the bar and poured a healthy amount of scotch into a large glass and gulped half of it down.

Warren stood in place, his eyes fleetingly darting from one to another.

Judy sighed and said, "Let's get it on, shall we?"

They all laughed and Judy removed her top and tossed it on the floor. Warren was startled to find that Judy actually had one large breast and one normal one. He moved closer and her lips parted slightly. She took his hand and they moved to the sofa and sat down. Eppy and Nancy stood next to one another watching.

Judy lowered her eyes and leaned her head against his chest, enjoying his breath in her hair. Warren took in the herbal scent of her shampoo, her body odor, a rich, dank pungency that he found highly erotic. He lingered there for a moment then kissed the part in her hair. 

Eppy put his arm around Nancy and steered her to an armchair and placed her on his lap.

Judy gripped Warren's ribs tightly. The white curtains stirred as the wind came up outside. He rested his chin on her head and watched her nipples rise as the cool air rushed into the room. Dark clouds diminished the available lighting, creating a more romantic mood for the entire group.

Judy heard a distant clap of thunder as his teeth clamped on her stiffened nipple. It started to rain. Nancy hopped off Eppy's lap and ran to close the windows as Warren shaped Judy's breasts, molding his hands around one, then the other, as if trying to determine the difference through Braille. Then, brushing them lightly with his open hands, he let each nipple tickle a palm. Judy was amazed at his tenderness. She giggled and held her breast up and traced the puckered tips along the edge of his outspread fingers.

Nancy returned to Eppy's lap and when his hand, well, actually his thumb, investigated her aureole, making smaller and smaller circles until it came to rest on her hardened nipple, she moaned happily and dropped her hand onto his rising member.

"My God!" She exclaimed, "I saw it before, but . . ."

"It won't bite baby," he said soothingly. "Fact is . . . after you've had it in you; you'll feel empty for a day or so until that little puss of yours contracts back to its normal size again. But you'll always remember old Eppy."

"Can I?"

"Go on, take it out and play with it. But we're gonna watch Warren and Judy go at it for a while, 'fore I do you."

"Okay, sure and she deftly opened his slacks and pulled his cock from its holster.

"Ummm, baby?"

"Yes Eppy?"

"Get rid of those clothes for now, huh?"

Getting to her feet, Nancy shucked off her shorts and panties and lifting her arms in the air removed her top. "Satisfied?"

His large hand cupped her mons. "Ummmmm, yeah, you're getting wet baby." And she hopped back into his lap, feeling him growing larger and larger beneath her crotch.

"Ummm, I feel kinda constrained. Mind if I move my dick around?"

"Of course not silly." Nancy tittered and stood up.

Eppy smiled and unleashed his monster, then motioned for Nancy to return. She straddled his lap so that his cock rose up between her legs. She was astounded on seeing it pass her belly button.

"Gawd it's big!"

"Don't worry it will fit in there."

"I don't know . . ."

"I know it will," he added reassuringly and fondled her perky tits as her seemingly tiny fingers traced circles on his cockhead.

Warren's hands were also busy; sliding down Judy's ribs, thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts, sliding in under them, traversing the hot fold. His callused hands moved down her narrow waist, palms brushing against her hips, fingertips at the brim of her pubic hair.

In a hoarse whisper, he said, "Are you ready?"

"Yes," she tersely replied.

He dragged her shorts and panties together down to her ankles and she kicked them off. Cursing her clumsiness, she struggled with his belt, loosened it and pulled the zipper down. He stepped out of his slacks and she tugged his shorts off.

Judy gripped the tails of his shirt and in one sudden opening of her arms unsnapped all the buttons. 

"There goes forty bucks," he said with a grin. His erection was bobbing up and down.

"Tell you what I'm gonna do," he said as her hungry eyes devoured him.

"Think I'm gonna eat you up and fuck you silly. How's that sound?"

Judy lay back on the floor and putting her hands on her sex opened it as wide as she could.

"Sounds wonderful," she said lewdly, "When can you start?"

"As soon as you get that delightful ass up on the sofa."

With a suppleness that surprised even Judy, she sprang to her feet and leaped upon the couch and waited for him. She didn't wait long. He was on her, kissing her hard. Their teeth clicked with the impact; then he was sucking her tongue deep into his mouth, she found the pressure almost painful and drew her tongue back as he skimmed it with his teeth. Her eyes were sparkling with lust. Soon both were breathing heavily, but Judy began panting harder when his fingernails raked across the taunt skin of her inner thigh. She sucked in her breath and momentarily thought she'd never take another, for somehow she'd forgotten how, when his callused finger traced along the rim of her vaginal folds. She cocked her left leg up to give him access, and discovered she could breathe again. Judy was humping his finger with wild abandoness, thinking obscene thoughts about what would happen next.

Warren told himself that she'd be expecting him to eat her next, but experience had taught him that keeping a woman off balance during lovemaking was always better for all concerned. Holding that thought, he continued fingering her, but also moved to her right breast and stroked his tongue languidly across its top. Judy jerked in reaction to the double assault, and wrapped her hands around his neck, leaned back, thrusting her tits to him.

"Yes, suck on them! Oh, yeah! I've longed so much for you to suck on me. Suck them. Please, suck them!"

"Like this?"

"YES! Bite them hard!"

Warren took the center of her breast into his mouth and sucked on it, using his tongue to draw small circles around her nipple, dragging it across the pebbled texture of her aureole. 

Moments later he heard her grunt in satisfaction as he chewed hard on her left nipple. And when he switched to the right he changed tactics, using the gentlest of nips with his teeth.

"Yesssss," she hissed through clenched teeth, "like that." Just . . . like . . . that."

He was fascinated by the different sizes of her breasts and tried not to favor one over the other. Judy's head was thrown back and she moaned contentedly as he lavished his attention on them until she reached out and squeezed his shoulder and cried, "Fuck meeeee! I can't take anymore!"

He kissed her again then reached out, rubbed his thumb over her cheekbone and said, "I'm going to eat you now."

Judy began to cry with joy. She thought that she'd never been happier in her life than at that moment. But couldn't understand why. Then it hit her. He was making love to her, not just fucking her. It was the first time she'd ever made love.

By now, Nancy was kneeling on the floor, working her tongue around Eppy's enormous cock. The mewling grunts of pleasure coming from her lips goaded his cock into hardness not unlike that of a rock. Eppy could actually feel the blood rushing into the huge mushroom shaped head. It was wet now with a combination of his secretions of seminal fluids and Nancy's saliva. He noted that she was using a two-handed grip and slowly massaging him as she coped with how to get him inside her eager mouth. He decided to help her and wetting his fingers lubricated the mouth that was half--way around him.

Outside the rain abated and a rainbow was clearly visible over the roof of the house next door. None of the four noticed it.

"Breath through your nose, forget about using your mouth," Eppy told her and was pleased to see this helped her adapt to his XX sized cock. He began moving his hips in a slow pumping motion and with his right hand; Eppy grasped the back of Nancy's head and applied light pressure downward, all the while maintaining his humping motion against her gaping jaw. Nancy shifted slightly and moaned.

"It's okay girl, we're almost there," he said trying his best to make it easy on her, he pulled back from her lips and started stoking his giant, throbbing prick to heighten his sexual prowess. Nancy ran her tongue around her moistened lips and said, "I think I can do it. I just need to go slow. Okay?"

"Take all the time in the world Nancy, we're not going anywhere for a while."

Over the next few minutes Nancy found she'd managed to engulf most of the head and was savoring the pungent taste of his cock and pre-cum when Eppy decided to go down on her.

"Ohhh!" she cried out, startled as he picked her up and turned her upside down. Now her cunt was inches from his mouth, and she found herself looking at the ceiling, her hands stretched out over her head pressed on the carpeting to support her weight. Looking upward, she watched as he lowered his head and licked her.

Nancy's entire body jerked as his lips closed over her folds. She found herself shivering as he planted wet, tickling kisses at her opening. She wanted desperately to touch herself, to speed her release up, but couldn't move from her position. And when his hot, serpentine tongue lashed out and she felt its soft, flickering tip caress her engorged clitoris, she screamed as loud as she could.




Warren's Women - Nancy & Judy Ch. 02



Eppy was sucking, sucking the soft, warm lips of her labia deep into the scalding hollow of his mouth. Then he reversed himself and threatened to drive Nancy mad licking and sucking her pink clit. When she bellowed, "Christ, I can't take anymore!" He shifted gears again, laving his long tongue up and down the furrow of her cuntal opening. 

When Eppy noted the fluids were gushing from her crevice, he lifted her body and twirled her around as if she were a baton. 

"Let's fuck, shall we?" He asked, holding her in his arms.

"Any . . . anything you want . . ." She managed to gasp.

"Hey Warren, " he called out in his deep-throated voice, "okay if we use the bed?"

Judy moaned as Warren lifted his face from her frothy cunt. "Yeah, yeah, sure. Probably join you shortly."

Judy came out of her sexual stupor long enough to see Eppy's hardened prick as he carried Nancy into the next room. It stood out from his body and for a moment she thought it resembled a flagpole. 'Maybe he rents it out on July 4th,' she thought fleetingly, as she teased at her swollen nipple then gasped, as the huge cock seemed to be throbbing straight at her. Then Warren returned to her sodden nest and she forgot about Eppy and Nancy for the present.

The ebony skinned man gently placed Nancy on the bed and stood in front of her. To her eyes, his member looked like a giant oak growing up through the black bushes of his thick pubic hair. Then he knelt between her legs and she felt it brush against her.

Instinctively she hooked her heels behind his knees and emitting a low, animal-like groan snaked her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to mash against hers. 

Eppy's massive, mushroomed shaped head met resistance for a moment when it confronted Nancy's very wet, vertical smile, but then the elastic sheath gave way and his ebony shaft wedged its way roughly two inches inside her tight cuntal walls.

Nancy screamed and her face contorted with the pain of this invasion causing both Warren and Judy to come running into the room where they halted abruptly at the foot of the bed and gawked at Eppy's member stretching Nancy's vagina to its limits.

Judy's breasts pressed against Warren's arm as she leaned into him. 

"Jesus," Warren whispered in awe and his hand idly found its way to Judy's cunt.

In a plaintive, but hoarse voice, Judy asked, "Nancy are you all right?" And bent her knees to allow Warren better access.

"Hurts . . ." Nancy gasped through clenched teeth. Her body was soaked with sweat as she strained to accept more of the Goliath sized cock.

"Eppy," Warren said, not sure what course of action to take, "easy does it guy."

"Ahhhhh!" Nancy screamed. "Too small! Too small!"

"Easy does it," Eppy cooed. "Easy now, it WILL fit, Nancy."

And he tried again.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" She cried; her whole body quivered as his monstrous tool battered at her entrance.

"Please stop! Oh, God! Oh, God!" she plead.

"Almost there baby. Hang on now, we're almost there," Eppy crooned to her. And suddenly his giant cock was moving with a certain amount of freedom. Both Warren and Judy watched in amazement as the elastic rimmed opening of her clasping pussy slowly stretched enough to accept the imperceptible force of his rampant cock. 

Nancy's body was rigid with near terror. And then the worst was over, as he eased out a little and worked it back in, each time managing to purchase a deeper penetration and alleviating Nancy's concern that he was going to split her apart.

"I . . . think it's going to be okay," she confided to everyone.

"Thank God," Judy said holding tight to Warren who was slowly fingering her.

"I know it hurt like hell sweetness." Eppy said in the softest whisper. "Now I'll keep going, but I'll go slowly until you feel like you're ready." 

"Thank you" and she kissed him tenderly.

It was only a matter of time after that that her muscles relaxed and he plunged to her cervix. The tide shifted, now it was Nancy whose hips ground against Eppy as she made soft, mewling sounds of contentedness with the thought that his cock really did fill her to the brim. For his part, Eppy loved the feel of her squirming against him, trying to devour his raging hard on.

"Fuck me baby." Nancy groaned, "Oh, yeah, fuck me baby!"

He eased out until just the tip of his huge head lay inside her, then rammed forward with everything he had, sinking his cock in to the hilt. Eppy felt his balls slap sharply against her ass and reveled in the sensation.

Nancy's legs jerked out wide to each side of his lean but muscular body, then kicked wildly in the air as Eppy continued to slow fuck her. Her face was still contorted, but now it was a combination of pain and ecstasy. Her mouth opened and incoherent whimpers flowed forth.

Eppy raised himself up as if he were doing pushups and glanced down. Her cunt lips looked ready to burst. He'd seen this many times before, but still marveled at the resiliency of a woman's cunt. It was a marvelous thing and each time he fucked one he was reminded of a woman giving birth. He savored the sight of her impaled upon him, knowing Nancy would never forget him as long as she lived.

Meanwhile, Judy and Warren had joined the wildly fucking couple on the bed. Judy took a good look at Warren, thinking he was so handsome, with those tender dark brown eyes, the square jaw, the broken nose, and of course the immensely powerful body. She was still marveling over the strength in his arms and legs. Her body tingled as he squeezed her breasts together and flicked his tongue from one nipple to the other. The bed rocked violently as Eppy began to pound his massive cock faster into poor Nancy, but Judy ignored it because her guy had just drawn a tit into his mouth, and was teething her nipple, sending exquisite sensations through her body. Her pulse was racing, and she arched her back, and spread her legs as far apart as she could. She didn't know it but she was a perfect picture of obscenity.

Warren decided that since Eppy was certainly giving Nancy the fuck of her life, he would do the same with Judy. And so, taking his time and drawing every movement out to its fullest, he laved his tongue across her belly and through her navel; wrenching at her pubic hair and all the while Judy moaned in heat. By the time he started sucking on her toes, she was pleading with him to fuck her.

He ignored her and contented himself with licking the sole of her foot.

"Fuck MEEEE!" Implored Judy who sensed that Nancy was coming unbelievably hard right next to her.

And Nancy was just on the cusp of a magnificent climax when Eppy stopped.

"Uhhh?" Was the best Nancy could manage, she was stunned. She'd been soooo close!

The lean musician with the extraordinary cock turned her over onto her front and nuzzled her damp, messy hair, then kissed the nape of her neck.

"Nice Eppy. That's nice . . . I was gonna come." She lamented, rubbing her hands along his flank, trying to find his cock as he knelt behind her.

"You're gonna come girl. You're gonna come. I absolutely guarantee it." And he smacked her ass for emphasis.

"Ow!"

Eppy's hands moved under her chest and covered her pert breasts, then squeezed them with his strong hands. "They're small, baby, but I like 'em."

Then hardened under his touch.

"Fuck me, Eppy! Come on . . . put it back in. I feel so empty without you inside me."

"Have you ever seen a bigger prick than mine?" He asked with a smile that Nancy couldn't see.

"I've never even dreamed of one that big. I did see a cucumber once . . ."

"And?"

"I thought . . . you know . . . like if I used one of them to . . ."

"Fuck yourself with?"

" . . . Yeah. It would like . . . split me in half."

"But I haven't have I?"

"God, no! It's . . . surreal like."

He laughed and said, "So let's continue, shall we?"

"Mmmmmmm!"

Holding his erection in one hand, he pushed his huge prick back into her creamy channel and she gasped in wonder as her cunt accepted him easily this time.

"Can . . . you get it all in there?"

"We'll see."

"I want it all in."

Eppy grinned with satisfaction as he skewered her, impaling her on his massive member and roared with laughter when he glanced over at the couple next to him and saw Warren kissing the sole of Judy's foot.

"Finger-lickin' good, eh man?" He laughed. Warren smiled back at him. "I'm getting there," he grinned back at Eppy.

As for Nancy, she was in seventh heaven, as the thick veined prick rasped against her inflamed clitoris at one end and nudged her womb at the other.

'My God,' she thought realizing the enormity of his cock for the first time. 'Oh,' she said to herself, 'it sure hurt going in, all that stretching and stuff, but this, this was incredible. If he tried hard I bet he could reach my throat.'

For what Eppy and Warren didn't know was that Nancy had lied to them. She was only fifteen and Judy sixteen. And both were, or had been until today, lacking in sexual experience.

Eppy wriggled his hips and Nancy moaned. Her head sank between her arms and as he began to thrust slowly in and out, she closed her eyes and bite her lip until it bled. Her hips began to churn, slowly at first, round and round, causing the mammoth cock to singe the walls of her inflamed cunt.

She began to rock on all fours, jerking up and down on his relentlessly pound cock, pulling up until only the tip of his mushroom like head was inside her, then sinking heavily down upon it again. Eppy halted and let Nancy do the work. 

Faster and faster she went, moaning and groaning as the frothy walls of her cunt surged back and forth against his hardness, desperately seeking release. Finally, Eppy began to respond, sliding his hips back and forth in a steady, demanding rhythm, forcing his giant cock deeper, moving faster and faster, his thighs and balls slapping loudly against her ass, his head arching in delight. She was good, this kid, very good, and he reveled in her tight as a drum slick pussy. His body now corded with sweat and strain, he gripped her hips pumping into like a piston as Nancy began to come.

"Naugh!"

"God, ohhhh God!"

"Come for me baby!" He urged, "Come on baby, multiples!" He was pumping furiously now, the bed shaking, the headboard banging against the wall. Warren and Judy held each other tight, fearing they'd be thrown from the bed.

Nancy moaned deliriously, her face forced deep into a pillow, her hands clenching the sheet which was now torn from its mooring and only they're weight kept it from fluttering to the floor. His cock thrusting in, jerking out, thrusting in, jerking out, a virtual piledriver, slamming in and out, glistening, ebony black, throbbing and unbelievably hot into her cunt. 

"Ohhhhh!"

"Still coming!"

Nancy matched him thrust for thrust.

"Yeah! Yeah! Jesus Christ! Ohhhhh, YEAH!"

"YES! Eppy! Gimme that black dong!" 

Jesus, I'm still coming!"

He continued to savage her until he realized she'd stopped coming and was just lying there trying to catch her breath.

"Uh, uh," he said. "I ain't done yet."

"Huh?" Nancy replied dazed from her multiple orgasms.

"Suck it! Come on -- blow me. I haven't come yet!"

Her body still tingling, Nancy raised her head and pushed her body into a kneeling position and lovingly took his massive cock in her hands. She looked up at him and opened her mouth to absorb it. Her tongue swirled around the giant mushroomed head and using both hands she began to jerk him off.

"Good girl . . ." Eppy groaned.

Pleased that she was able to garner the compliment she opened her mouth and with her face distended with his voluminous cock, began to hungrily suck him. Licking it, kissing it, sucking the cock-head. Deftly moving lower to finger his testicles before sucking on them too. Eppy's eyes were closed and he toyed with her breasts as she returned to licking his cock.

Perhaps five minutes passed as Nancy crooned over his glistening member, sucking, nipping and licking with her mouth and tongue. Squeezing and jerking it up and down with hands, occasionally resting one and marveling at his size.

Suddenly, he commanded her to lie back down and draw her legs up to her chest. And he entered her once again, this time he went in with less difficulty.

Nancy was coming by the second thrust of his immense cock. With her knees hooked over his shoulders she shuddered through another series of climaxes as he pounded relentlessly into her seeking his own release this time. 

Her body lurched and undulated under his, her cunt spasming and clamping tight on the cock that filled her as she exploded again and again.

Eppy flung his head back and growled like an animal as he poured his molten jism into her in a seemingly endless flood. Nancy's last thoughts before passing out in exhaustion were, "More, more, more."



Warren's Women - Nancy & Judy Ch. 03



Saturdays Fancy, Judy and Nancy -- Part 3

Through all of Eppy's furious fucking, Warren kept his cool, continuously tantalizing Judy — driving her delirious with expectations of a fantastic climax. She shivered delightedly as his tongue slid over her naked heels and raked the sole of her foot again. And Judy raised her head from the pillow she lay on and pulled her head up and smiled at him.

"All right," she said, her voice quavering on each syllable. "Have it your way," and gave herself up to the delectable delights he was providing her.

Slowly, very slowly, Warren moved higher, his tongue slithering up one naked leg, causing her body to go rigid. When his fingers teased the backs of her knees she cried out delightedly and realized she was having an orgasm.

"You're making me . . . come!"

"Am I?"

"Yes damn it! And . . . and we haven't even done . . . Uggghhh! Judy screamed. 

"Ah! Warren! Warren! Don't stop! I'm coming! Please . . . Please don't stop!"

"I think you're going to come a few times this afternoon, Judy."

"Really?" Judy gasped.

And that's not only with me. Think about it. Think about Eppy's big cock splitting you in half after we finish."

He laid a series of wet kisses over the backs of her firm thighs and her entire body shook.

"OHHH!"

"What?"

"I think I'm coming again . . ."

"Good, pretty soon I'm gonna stick my dick in you and send you to the moon."

"OHHHHHH!"

He kissed the cheeks of her ass and she melted like butter under him, turning and thrusting her creamy cunt up to an open invitation that Warren would never see the likes of again. He gazed upon her, Judy's clit bulged out wantonly and Warren lowered his face to it. She hissed her pleasure then lost control of her body as his tongue flickered like fire along her labia and clit.

With a loud whimper, she jerked her hips up savagely into his face as his tongue penetrated her opening and left a trail of saliva along the soft membrane of her inner wall. 

"Please?" she wailed tossing her head from side to side as yet another orgasm shook her. 

"Fuck MEEE!" She shrilled, panting so hard she lost her breath. Her body fluids so copious they soaked the sheets beneath her.

Warren paused for a moment to admire her naked body, the slender legs spread wide, her head, flushed crimson, on the pillow; hands clenching the sweaty sheets as she lay waiting for him to take her. 

He remained still, hovering over her watching as her chest heaved with excitement.

"You know," he said calmly, "one of your tits is bigger than the other."

"Yes," she replied meekly. "Does that mean you're not gonna do me?"

"Of course not. It only adds to your charm."

It was the right thing to say. Judy began to cry.

"I'm always embarrassed by them. You know? 'Cause guys think they're the same and then when they . . ."

"Shut up," he said kindly. "Touch yourself . . . for me."

Judy's hand lunged between her legs and using two fingers spread her lips wide for him. 

"Touch yourself." He reminded her.

The fingers delved into her cunt masturbating furiously. She was flowing with lubricational juices, and on the brink of coming again when he stopped her. Taking his cock in hand, he slowly entered her now jagged, gaping hole. Judy immediately met him thrust for thrust, rocking back and forth, her breasts jiggling; the larger one flapping higher than the smaller, and all the while her cunt was absorbing his cock and releasing it before savoring the feel of him filling her once again. Warren held her hips and stopped for a second then twisted to purchase a different angle and with the next full stroke, Judy came. He didn't stop again, but maintained a steady rhythm, lifting her up and easing down as his cock moved outward.

"Ohhhhhh! Yes!"

"Ohhh, God!"

"Yes! Yes!"

"Do it lover! Do it!"

"Mmmmmmm! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

"I can't . . . can't stop coming!"

Warren looked down at her face and found it contorted with lust. 

"Oh, fuck me! FUCK MEEEEE!" She screamed as Eppy and Nancy sat up to watch her come.

Long experience told Warren that this was the right moment and he deftly slid his hand under her ass and manipulated a wet finger into her back hole. Judy screamed again and with her head whipping from side to side and chanting gibberish came hard, spasming uncontrollably as he emptied himself inside her, her frothy cunt continued to convulse around his cock.

"Good one," he murmured to her a few minutes later as they lay quietly in each other's arms.

"Whew, Warren," Judy said, "I don't know what to do next. All I know is that I have never felt this way before. I know that whatever comes next, I'm ready for it. Oh, God, Warren, I'm more than ready for it, I need it. I've never felt so horny before. I've never been aroused like I am now."

"Still smoking eh?"

Judy giggled. "I guess." And ran her hand across his chest, teasing his nipple. "Can I suck it?"

"My cock? No, not yet . . ."

"No, silly, your titties."

"Yeah . . . sure."

Lying across his torso, Judy flicked out her tongue and teased his nipple. When she moved to the other, her creeping hand found his cock and began to fondle it; and she smiled to herself when she felt it responding to her fingers.

"Not yet, baby," he said. "We need to rest. I need to rest."

Perhaps twenty minutes passed as the two couples lay entwined with each other before Warren smacked Judy on the butt and said, "Ready for some action?"

"Hell yes!" She yelped.

"Go down on Nancy. Her pussy must be sore and your tongue would be just the right medicine."

"Huh?"

"Go on, eat her."

Judy recalled how Nancy had gone down on her briefly earlier that afternoon, and how sweet her kisses had been.

"All right," she said dreamily. "Nancy? Want me to . . . you know?"

Still feeling the tingling sensations of her last climax Nancy quickly agreed. She too remembered the taste of her friend's pussy and had secretly hoped . . . although she told herself she'd die before ever asking her to do the same to her.

"If . . . you want to . . . sure." and rolled toward Judy, opening her thighs in invitation.

Judy knelt between Nancy's spread-eagled legs and touched Nancy's cunt, marveling at how wide her labia was stretched. Tenderly, she bent forward and moved Nancy's matted hair away from her ear before nibbling gently on the back of it. She felt the thrill traveling down Nancy's spine and used the tip of her tongue to trace around the edge of the ear. Nancy shivered with delight.

"Your good, Judy. Done this before?"

"Nope," she giggled. "But I imagined doing it . . . with you."

"YOU DID?"

"Ummmm." And drew a gasp from Nancy as she slipped her tongue inside the ear and squirmed it around.

Judy's faint whisper could only be heard by her intended listener, "Does that surprise you, you hot, horny bitch?"

"Yeah . . . I . . ."

"Ohhhhhhhh!"

"Liking it huh?"

"YESSS! Nancy hissed through clenched teeth as Judy's tongue returned, teasing, penetrating, retreating, and using her teeth to pull on Nancy's ear. Nancy's fists tightly gripped the sheets as Judy continued her assault, licking and kissing up and down her neck. 

Nancy's breath was ragged and she needed to moan, but couldn't. 

Warren nudged Eppy, pointing to Nancy's wetness, gleaming in the low lighting of the bedroom. Eppy turned and smiled at him just as Judy, with a low, piercing groan, lowered her face between Nancy's widely spread legs.

Nancy's lower legs began to tremble as Judy's tongue found her pussy and began licking the flowing juices. Nancy's hot, copious flow made Judy even hotter and with another groan she sank her tongue deep into the tight pussy. And, in an instant, it was withdrawn and other parts were sucked, licked, teased and stroked. Nancy trembled and shook and gave a gasp of surprise as the penetration continued. Judy was playing with her, knowing that each renewed attack was taking her a little higher. 

The cords in Nancy's neck were taut with strain as Judy's marvelous tongue wiggled and retreated, only to begin anew.

"God damn it! I need to come!"

"In good time honeybunch, in good time," Judy crooned and continued her licking and tonguing.

But Nancy was ready and the next time Judy sucked on her clit, she started to come and pushed her hips towards Judy holding her face in place upon her cunt as she screamed her release. Panting, struggling to breathe, Nancy continued bucking her hips toward Judy in rhythm with Judy's writhing tongue. 

Eppy laughed on seeing Judy's face covered in sweat and Nancy's juices. "These girls putting on quite a show eh?"

"One of the best, Epsolen, one of the best." Warren said as he slowly stroked his hardon waiting his turn with Nancy.

The final stage of Nancy's orgasm seemed to shoot out at Judy instead of flowing out as it had before. Nancy's whole body shuddered, and finally collapsed back onto the bed as she released Judy's head from the vice grip of her thighs. 

Nancy had a look of awe on her beautiful face as she sat up and kissed Judy and licked the come juice and sweat from her face. "Amazing," Nancy said, looking over at the two guys next to her. "She . . . that was fantastic," she told them.

"You never been eaten out before?" Asked Eppy.

"No," she quietly responded giving a devoted look toward Judy.

Warren knew they would be more than friends from this point on and smiled.

"Now it's your turn." Nancy laughed and kissed Judy and then moved to position herself between Judy's legs.

"Got any beer, Warren?" Eppy asked, hopping off the bed.

"Check the fridge, there should be some Buds in there. Bring me one too, willya?"

For her part, Judy was leaking copiously in anticipation of Nancy's tongue. Nancy brushed her dampened hair from her eyes and went down on her. Judy was so excited from doing Nancy that she came just as Nancy drew the lips of her labia fully into her mouth. Nancy sat back and let the orgasm pass, then she returned to her magic making, doing things inside Judy that she'd never even thought possible a day earlier. Judy came again and again and again before Nancy was satisfied she'd returned the favor. They lay beside each other drenched in sweat and each accepted the beers offered them by the two guys with rampant erections waiting patiently.

"Just think," said Judy, "This morning we set out to hear some good jazz . . ."

Eppy interrupted, "And now you find you've been getting jazzed all day, huh?"

They all laughed at that and Nancy snuggled up against Warren, while Judy leaned against Eppy's chest and held his enormous cock in her hand, looking at it in wonder.

Judy started the next round by playfully daring Eppy. "Put it in me, Eppy. Let's see if it will fit."

"With pleasure," he chuckled, and after rolling over onto his back he lifted her on top of him, straddling his lap. Judy shrieked pretending to be shocked by his action.

Nancy bowed her neck and took Warren in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his cockhead.

Judy bent her knees and found his giant pole resting comfortably touching her cunt. Eppy put his arm around her, pulled her close and kissed her hungrily. Breaking the kiss, Judy hefted her larger breast to his mouth and began to grind her hips slowly into his cock.

"That's it! Suck it . . . suck it Eppy!" She moaned. And when his teeth closed hard upon it, her head snapped up, mouth open in delight and she moaned loudly when he flicked the nut hard nipple with his tongue. She writhed almost out of control when he scraped it across his teeth and gums; across the roof of his mouth; all the while pinching, tweaking and kneading her fleshy mounds.

Judy was shocked to realize he had penetrated her. He'd gone in with ease and now the walls of her cunt clasped Eppy's cock like a glove. She could feel every particle of it inside her. He was also surprised at the relative ease with which he'd entered her and commenced a slow gradual pace of pumping in and out. 

Just two feet away, Warren eased Nancy's face off his full-blooded erection. She gave him one last slurp and smiled at him.

"You're a pretty nice guy, you know? I hope you'll call me some time."

"Don't forget to leave me your number Nancy. I will call." 

He was glad he'd said that, because by way of reply Nancy began scraping her fingernails along his testicles, causing him to groan and reach out to cup her closest breast. Eventually, he took the nipple in his mouth and chewed on it. 

Nancy grunted in both pain and pleasure, then reaching around his neck, forced his head lower. Warren complied, kissing and sucking the tangled hairs on her cunt. He found it still damp from her earlier activities and could taste both hers and Eppy's fluids. Moving up her body as a brief diversion, he licked her belly button until she made a certain plaintive sound. Then uttering a deep sigh of his own, dove between her legs into her now gaping cunt, and like a dog, began lapping up the copiously flowing juices pouring from her. In seconds, Nancy was moaning and clutching wildly at the air surrounding them, unable to articulate the sensational feelings rocketing through her young, lithe body.

"Ughhhh, yeah, like that . . . a little faster . . . Ohhh, I . . . I'm . . . I'm . . . Ohhhhh!"

"Feeling good?"

" . . . Ahhhh . . . YESSSSS!"

"Wow!" She wiped the hair out of her eyes. She began to sit up, thought better of it and grabbing his cock inserted it in her cunt. Warren drove it in as far as it would go.

"Ohhhh yeah, that's a goooood boy! Right there! Ohhhhh, Christ here I go again. Jesus!"

"Ohhhh yeah! Ohhhh yeah! Ohhhh yeah!" 

She sank her teeth into his shoulder, and husked out, "You're fuckin' wonderful!" Then she bruised his lips with hard savage kisses and clawed his shoulder blades as her climax continued to roar through her. 

"Ow!" He howled. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I sorry honey! I sorry!" She cried, tears filling her eyes. "Here, lemme make ya feel better. Don't take it out baby! Keep it goin'.

He pumped faster. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.

"Ooooooh, you feel s'good!"

"Don't do it again," he growled.

Nancy felt another orgasm approaching and increased her pace, lifting her buttocks, she began to move so fast Warren lost his rhythm and almost slipped out of her, but managed to salvage his penetration as she rose and fell like a piston in a racing engine. 

She came, he didn't. She slowed her movements, then paused in her fucking to playfully tug on his nipples and suck his neck. The next day Warren would curse at the size of the hickey she left, but at the moment it felt great. Nancy's cunt was still tugging at his cock, which was apparently in no hurry to ejaculate.

'How'd she ever learn that shit,' he wondered, 'she's just a kid.' and his puzzled expression turned to a faint smile as he concluded, 'well fuck all, she sure likes my cock.' She proved his point by lifting her legs up on his shoulders. "Get you in deeper this way," she panted.

Warren grunted and drove his huge cock deeper into her greedy cunt.

"Oh, yeah," she cried delightedly and arched her back and threw her pelvis up to meet his cock head on. 

"SLAP-SLAM!"

"Jesus, baby that was good!" He told her, squeezing the cheeks of her ass and breathing hard.

Pausing for only a second to catch her breath, Nancy said, "You're the best teacher a girl could have."

"You wanna try it up the ass?"

"Sure! " She said willingly enough. "After Eppy's cock I think I can take anything anywhere."

He was already working a finger into her rectum.

"Hurt?"

"Naw, try another one." Truth be told, Nancy was so relaxed from her repeated climaxes she felt he could drive a truck up her ass without pain.

Wetting his fingers again, he tried inserting two and found little difficulty. He positioned himself at her rear entry and pushed the tip of his cock into her.

Nancy's sudden silence caused him to glance at her face. Nancy's eyes had rolled back in her head; all Warren could make out were the whites. Almost in a panic he began to withdraw and tend to her when she started gibbering.

"Ahhhh!"

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Are you all . . ."

"Ohh shit! Ahhhhh! Oh shit!"

And then, "YESSSSS!"

"Are you coming already? He asked, incredulously, as his cock slipped from her hole.

"YESSSSS!"

From me putting up your ass?"

"No! Before that!"

Put it in! Put it back!" She cried, burying her face in the pillow. Then she turned to face him, pleading, "Deep now, go deep, baby."

He began a series of long deep stokes, amazed at how easily she accepted him. 'What did Eppy do?' He wondered.

"Ummmm, yeah. Ohhhhhh! Christ that feels good. You feel so fucking good. I think my eyes have rolled up in my head, I can't see."

"It's the pillow," he panted, driving his bone further into her tight channel.

"Oh? Oh, yeah, I can see now," she said lifting her head, twisting her neck and bestowing an obscene grin at him. "Are you all the way in?"

Not yet," he huffed.

"You're not gonna come right away are you?" Nancy whined.

"I don't think so. I've got an all day fucker going here, baby."

"Hallelujah! Nancy yelled. "Keep plugging me honey, it ain't often a girl can get laid this much in a day."

"You speaking from experience," he asked.

She laughed. "No! Hell, no! Most all of my experience has come today. With Eppy's cock and your dick and tongue."

Warren decided to go for it since he was growing tired and short of breath. Slowing his pace he counted to four, "One thousand and one, one thousand and . . .." before exerting himself enough to drive his rigid cock back into her hot pink, circular, inflamed hole. 

"SLAM!'

Both Eppy and Judy looked on in awe.

Nancy and Warren were both covered with sweat.

"Ohhhh baby, baby" Nancy crooned even as she shoved her ass back to counter his thrusts. 

"Ahhhh! You're in there!"

"Am I?"

"Yes! Sooooo deep, sooooo deep." 

Eppy nudged Judy and she saw that Nancy was fingering herself now in a counteraction to Warren's thrusts. Judy squeezed Eppy's full-sized erection, at the same time noting how as Warren pulled out Nancy would push in. Then she bent her neck and tried to absorb Eppy's cock in her mouth.

Nancy sniffed, her nose was running but she hadn't noticed it yet. "Jesus, you feel good in there, don't ever take it out!"

Warren laughed and said, " We'd look kinda silly trying to walk down the street like this."

"Fuck! I don't wanna leave this bed. Please baby, fuck me a little faster now?"

Warren responded with a furious flurry of stokes that brought Nancy to the brink of yet another climax. 

Close by, a thoroughly heated Judy cried out, ""I want to be fucked, I don't wanna watch them anymore!" 

"Sit on my pole then," Eppy laughed as Judy clambered upon him and gripping his cock firmly inserted it into cunt.

"I'm coming!" Warren groaned.

"Me too! Me too!" Nancy yowled as she unmercilessly tormented her clit to hasten her orgasm.

Lifting his hips Eppy drove his cock deep into Judy's sodden hole.

"Ohhhh baby!" She cried out, " It feels as good as it sounds." And promptly began bucking like a crazy woman. Squeezing her vaginal muscles tightly, she forced a low, ecstatic groan from him. The sound excited her beyond reason, speeding her onward towards her own climax.

"Nancy?" Warren whispered.

"Yeah?"

Why don't you suck Eppy's ass and really give him a treat?"

"Ya think?"

"Sure, go on."

Nancy crept between Eppy's huge thighs and began to spread his buttocks.

"What?" He cried out in alarm.

"Relax Epp, Nancy's gonna give you some tongue."

"Gonna lick my ass?"

"Mmmmmm, hafta get my licks in big man. You don't mind do ya?" She said as Judy mindlessly pounded up and down on his gigantic pole. Her mouth hung open and didn't seem to be functioning. Her eyes were also open, but gazed sightlessly across the room. All she was aware of was the burst of ecstasy traveling along her spine as she discovered herself in a mix of raw lust. Eppy continued to thrust upwards into her, matching each of her downward stokes lifting her by the waist and bringing her down with a sharp smack.




Warren's Women - Nancy & Judy Ch. 03



Eppy knew he was bruising Judy's waist but felt he had no choice but to hold them tightly to control Judy's aggressive behavior. Even so, he used restraint except for the times he lost control as Nancy's tongue dipped into his asshole.

For her part, Judy who was rapidly nearing a gigantic orgasm, reached down, and rubbed her slimy clit with her finger pad, moving it round and round in time to the now frantic thrust of her hips as ripples of pleasure radiated from her tiny button. Eppy, stimulated by Judy's tight cuntal walls and Nancy's darting tongue came profusely, pumping his load into her as if from a bottomless well, his fingers digging painfully into the soft flesh of her waist as he held her firmly above him.

Moving her head from side to side, Judy brushed his face with her hair, absorbing the faint trembling of his body against her breasts as he slowly came to a halt.

Later on, Judy lay back, legs akimbo and smiling murmured, "I gotta tell you, I'm kinda sore down there and . . ."

"You're sore?" yelped Nancy.

"Easy girls," Warren said. Eppy will do that to you. But by tomorrow you'll feel fine . . . and probably will be horny for more of it."

"Well," said Judy with a wry grin, "I didn't say I was sorry about what happened."

"Me neither," chimed Nancy," It was special. Very special."

"You girls sound like you're getting ready to leave, is that right?" Eppy asked.

"We have a curfew."

"What! Said Eppy, how old are the two of you? I thought . . ."

"They lied, Eppy," Warren said. "They're both underage. But they understand how important it is that they keep quiet about what happened here. Right girls?"

"Oh sure," they replied together.

"And since you two are best friends you won't have to tell your best friend what happened."

"But we can talk to each other, right?" Judy said a plaintive expression on her face.

"Sure, but remember the walls have ears, so be very careful where you have these conversations, and . . ."

"Yes Warren?" Nancy said, batting her doe-like eyes at him.

"In any case, you don't know who we are or where we can be found. So if someone does learn about this they can't track us down."

"Oh, yeah, sure," Nancy chirped as Judy vigorously nodded her assent. Then Warren stood on the bed and revealed his rampant hardon to them.

"Who wants to fuck?" He asked. And like baby birds, both girls' mouths opened gleefully.

"If you folks don't mind, I got to leave," Eppy said with a big grin on his face. "I believe you're in good hands so please continue. I'll find my way out."

Nancy was first to reply, "Oh, Eppy . . . thank you, you were wonderful. I'll never forget you."

"Neither will I," Judy said as a tear traveled down her cheek.

"Another time, girls," he said slipping into his slacks. And as he pulled his shirt on, "you were delightful companions this afternoon and evening and I'm sure Warren will take care of you until you have to leave," then he kissed each girl and ambled from the room.

Both girls turned to look at Warren.

"What?" He said sheepishly.

"Are you going to take care of us?" Nancy asked with a pout.

"Well, he didn't mean . . ."

"Of course he did," Judy giggled softly and spread her legs far apart in a lewd a fashion as she could manage. Nancy followed her action, grasping her breasts with both hands and offering them to him. 

"So that's the game, is it?" Warren grinned and let himself fall backward onto the bed. Then he reached out and pulled a shrieking Judy to him. Nancy quickly took his jerking cock into her mouth and tried to deep throat him, but failed. Warren began to lick and suck Judy's blossoming nipples, occasionally nipping one between his teeth. And while Nancy continued sucking his cock, he managed to work his way down Judy's body and sink his teeth into her thin patch of dark hair, causing her to shiver with anticipation. He caught one of her folds in his teeth and gently nibbled on it. And as she moaned in delight, he slipped his tongue in and out of her molten pussy.

As he nipped her clit with his teeth, and used three fingers to fuck her, Judy began to shudder with a violent orgasm. 

Seconds after her spasms subsided, the girl's switched places. Judy's full mouth devoured his cock and her tongue seemed to be everywhere. While Nancy's cunt hovered over his mouth waiting to be eaten to ecstasy. 

He brought a squeal of delight from her by licking at her puckered asshole. Then he gulped in surprise as Judy straddled him and began rubbing the head of his cock against her pussy.

"Just like my dildo," she exclaimed as she rubbed it over her pussy's lips and clit. He groaned loudly when his hard cock forged its way into her and with one thrust slid in to the hilt. Nancy was forgotten for the moment, as Warren rolled over so that he was now on top of Judy and grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees and shoved them roughly back against her shoulders. His cock slipped out briefly, but he found it and placed it at her entrance one again. His magnificently rigid cock merely a fraction of an inch from her wet, matted, pubic hair covered slit. Planting his hands on either side of her shoulders, he nodded approval as her ankles locked tightly behind his neck. He could look down between their bodies and see her upturned buttocks completely exposed to his lusting gaze. The expanded narrow cunt-slit was visibly throbbing in invitation, her moistened furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs. He brought his mouth down to her lips and kissed her. Then he slowly thrust his hips forward and pushed his dick into her tight confines.

Nancy was at their side, reaching between them to fondle Judy's tits. As Warren felt himself readying to explode he pulled out of Judy and turning to Nancy said, "Eat her until she comes. Then I'll fuck you." With that he scrambled out of the bed and sat in the chair to watch the girls perform. 

Judy was flailing her arms about, wildly seeking Warren's cock. Nancy cooed in her ear and she began to calm down. Nancy positioned Judy so that she faced the wall. Judy braced herself with her hands and waited patiently for Nancy's next move. It didn't take long. Nancy started caressing Judy's soft cheeks tenderly for a moment, then spread them apart and leaned in to lick her hot, fleshy folds. She used delicate touches for openers; inserting her tongue often enough to make Carrie squirm with delight. 

Judy wriggled her ass enough to maneuver herself beneath Carrie, although now prone, her arms were still clutching the base of the headboard.

"Damn it, Judy, squat or something, I can't reach your pussy the way I want too!" Exclaimed Nancy. Judy responded immediately and Nancy wriggled under her and began eating her from the front, as Judy rocked in place using her hand to hold Nancy's face against her slippery cunt. Nancy slipped a finger into Judy's cunt and drew small letters with her tongue on Judy's swollen clit. The finger was the last straw. Judy came, squirting her juices into Nancy's waiting mouth and down her thighs. Warren looked on in wonder at the copious amount of fluid gushing forth.

Without warning, Nancy shoved her hand beneath Judy's crotch and began fingering her hole while kissing her face at the same time.

Judy exploded. Nancy dropped to her knees and buried her face in Judy's cunt as Judy groaned in pleasure.

"Mmmm, taste so good," Nancy moaned. "Warren, come . . . taste."

And he did, sucking and licking, savoring the exquisite nectar that flowed from Judy's cunt. He reveled in the smell of her musk-like scent.

He continued kissing his way around her inner thighs, causing an exhausted Judy to arch her back once again in anticipation. He heard her hiss through her clenched teeth as his nose nuzzled her clit while his tongue delved deeply inside her funneled walls. He felt her shudder and clasped his mouth to her clit.

Judy screamed, jerked her hips upward once and collapsed on the bed, her head rolling side to side, causing her hair to whip against her sweaty brow. Slowly, she came down from her orgasmic daze and he kissed up her arm to her neck, soothing her back to reality. Nancy also got involved, kissing her swollen lips and brushing the hair from her face. Warren's hardon pressed into her thigh, as they lay strewn on the disheveled bed.

"Nancy?"

"Umm?"

"Got something for you."

"You are kidding, right?"

"Here it is," he said holding his hefty erection in his hand.

"My God, you're incredible. Let's get it on then." 

"Doggy style okay with you?"

"Sure." And she scrambled into position for him while an inert Judy began to snore alongside them.

After a few minutes of Warren's pounding against Nancy's rear end, she rolled the both of them over and got on top.

"You like it on top?" He asked placing his cock back into her drenched pussy.

"Oh, yeah! It's my favorite position, cause you can get so far into me it feels like you're trying to push into my womb."

With that she began bobbing up and down on his cock. To help, Warren wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her down onto him. Nancy leaned over so the topside of his dick rubbed against her clit every time one of us moved. 

"Close," she gasped and he increased his tempo, slamming his boner against her clit and far into her inner reaches. Her cunt contracted around him for a brief time and then Nancy came. Even when she'd gone limp and sagged against him, he kept going, pounding into her as she fondled his balls in gratitude. Seconds later, Nancy was shuddering through another orgasm, and was using her last ounces of energy to help Warren achieve his orgasm. But he surprised her by inserting a finger into her ass, causing her to come immediately. She collapsed on top of him and he wormed his way from under her and knelt in front of her face and began to jerk himself off to a climax. 

"Where do you want it?" He asked.

"Mouth. My mouth . . . please."

He didn't have all that much left in him, but he managed to spurt into her mouth twice before being reduced to droplets oozing onto his fingers.

Nancy avidly swallowed his sperm, and then took him in her mouth to cleanse him. Afterward they lay entwined and were both generous enough to bring Judy into their embrace. 

At four in the morning, Judy woke with a start and screamed when she realized they had gone long past their curfew. Nancy was up like a flash and both girls stumbled through the rooms looking for various pieces of clothing. Warren tried to help but was only in the way. He drove them back to their car and kissed both good night. As they sped off into the night he began to laugh. It was funny to him, for experience told him that at worst the girls would be grounded for a week or so, then they would be pestering him with phone calls wanting to get together again.

'Well,' he thought, 'in a week or two maybe I'll be up for them again. He began to whistle as he walked back to his car.