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Handsome

By: Paris Waterman



All characters involved in sexual acts are 18 or older. PW

Chapter 1 

Passing through Puberty

I guess they meant well - my parents, that is. I refer to their naming me Aubrey Morgenthall.

The Morgenthall was their surname, so that would have counted anyway you look at it, but Aubrey ... well, it was all right until I reached seven. I mean, kids under seven usually don't pick up on ways to make fun of one's name until a little later. 

In my case, later came soon enough. I was 'Audrey this' and 'Audrey that' until I hit a nice growth spurt at fourteen. It helped that I was taking some karate classes too. My mother only allowed that because I agreed to continue with my dance lessons. 

Oh, yeah, dance lessons, which only prolonged the "Audrey" cat calls in the school corridors and led to guys challenging my manhood, forcing me to fight or flee.

I lost more than I won. That got me to demand—well, begging was more like it — those karate lessons mentioned earlier. 

Just a week before my sixteenth birthday my mom and I were in a terrible car accident. The Chaplin for the Fire Department was racing to the scene of a fire that would take the lives of two firemen and severely injure three others. 

Unfortunately for all concerned, the Chaplin, who was 75 years of age, lost control of his vehicle as he crossed an intersection and crashed head-on into our car.

My mother was spared serious injury, but I was not so fortunate. My back and legs were severely damaged and it would take almost two years before I would fully recover. Fully being the operative word in this case. 

I should add that I was unconscious for over a month and had amnesia for another four months after that. I regained my memory, and began a strenuous (that's putting it mildly) period of rehabilitation.

At first my rehab was confined to the hospital itself, eventually I was released and went home where I continued the rehab and when granted permission, resumed working out with the weights Aunt Nicole had given me just before the accident.

I missed a year and a half of school, only catching up one semester through home study courses. So I found myself with an entirely new set of classmates when I returned to school. I was eighteen and the oldest in my class. 

I was suddenly being called "Bree" by my friends and "Handsome" by a few girls. The latter was a direct result of the dance lessons I had taken since I was eight, and a nickname bestowed on me by my Aunt Nicole. It seemed that very few guys in my class at school could dance, and those that did were fairly poor at it. 

As for me, well, I could do all the latest steps and was fairly graceful on the dance floor. After all, I had participated in the annual 

"Nutcracker" and several other ballets for several years prior to the accident and was earmarked for the male lead. 

Following a growth spurt just before my eighteenth birthday, with what some called spectacular results; I was handed the male lead in a ballet performance calling for wearing tights and a bulging codpiece that caused my nickname, "Handsome" to reach a far wider audience than the few young ladies I actually danced with.

Not that any of this got me anywhere with the ladies sexually. I was still very much a virgin and would have remained so until God knows when, had it not been for Aunt Nicole. I'll have more, much more to say about that wonderful lady later, but for the moment I'll stick with a chronological listing of important events.

Of course, my mother took me shopping for new clothes, and when Aunt Nicole heard about the sudden growth, she had a set of weights delivered to my house more in keeping with my age and size replacing the earlier, set. I began using them immediately, and have Aunt Nicole to thank for the nicely muscled body I possess today. 

Ever since receiving the weights I've maintained a weekly regimen of working out. Of course, these days I do it at school or the local gym, but back then I used the weights and a weight bench that I set up in my bedroom.

Thanks to the vigorous rehabilitation and weight training I was much more muscular than before, although I still had a long way to go before reaching my potential. I returned to school following that year's Christmas Vacation. 

The baseball season loomed ahead, beginning in only two weeks. And since I had returned to dance practice, I had a dance recital that weekend. 

There were two girls that I kind of lusted after at dance, Summer and Erin, but they were Seniors and hardly ever looked at me, unless we were dancing together.

Dance was something I enjoyed, for it brought a freedom of expression one does not experience in many other subjects. It helped that I was good at it, having both a certain amount of grace, and athleticism to carry it off. I had been taking dance since I was eight years old, and was fairly proficient at it, especially ballet and modern dance. 

Since my return it was common to see me cavorting around the studio dressed in black sweat pants, black t-shirt, black convertible tights, and black jazz oxfords. The girls wore black camisole leotards, black convertible tights, and either black jazz oxfords, or tie or slip-ons. And they had to wear their hair in a pony tail.

I had just entered the upper level student division class. Essentially this involved a concentration on the coordination of body movements in jumps, turns, and leaps. For the uninitiated, my ballet classes taught all of the basic positions, proper execution of the turnout of the leg, correct use of the feet, arms, and head, and the French Ballet vocabulary. I was just beginning to understand that dance, especially ballet, helped develop strength, flexibility, and grace, as well as my musicality.

The modern classes I was taking complemented the ballet program and expanded my movement with a free and expressive style of dance. The boys training ran parallel with that of the girls; however boys had the option to take an additional class specially designed to engage their physical energy. I chose to tie this in with some Karate lessons that I dropped after a short time.

With baseball, the team played at a more competitive level, and that involved a certain amount of travel to other nearby and some not so near cities. My play seemed to improve with each passing week. I had not played much the past two seasons, and had to catch up with my peers. 

I didn't play in the first game, but started the next when Billy Jennings sprained his ankle so badly he couldn't even walk.

We were playing Totowa, a school from the southern part of our state, and they had a lanky lefthander pitching for them, who threw smoke, as they like to say about a guy with a great fastball.

I came to bat in the first, with Allen Temple on base with a walk. The Totowa lefty threw me nothing but smoke. The first two pitches were balls and gave me the opportunity to time him. I swung at the next pitch and missed, but not by much. Still, he was faster than anyone I had ever faced before. He came back with yet another fastball on the next pitch. Once again, I swung a tad late, but managed to make contact and drove the ball into right field for a base hit. Allen raced to third, and I held up at first.

Lou Clemons, our catcher, usually welded a heavy bat, often driving the ball to the deepest parts of the ballpark. But when he struck out on three straight fastballs and went back to the dugout shaking his head, I knew he wouldn't get anything off the lanky lefty that day. He had a habit of quitting on himself whenever he did poorly at the plate. Still he was a great defensive catcher, and you never knew when he would throw out a runner at second, or make the tag at home plate.

Dennis Woods was our next batter. The pitcher had found his groove, and struck Dennis out on four pitches. That left it up to Craig McGregor, a left-handed first baseman. He was a good fastball hitter, and ripped the first pitch foul down the first base line. I was surprised at his being able to pull the ball off the lefty fireballer. He missed the next pitch by at least six inches, and I found myself holding my breath as the Lefty went into his windup looking to end the first inning threat against him.

Later, Coach Raymond used what happened next to illustrate proper pitching technique to our pitching staff. The lanky lefty came in with another fastball and Craig managed to pull it just to the right of their first baseman, who knocked the ball down. Craig hustled down the line. The ball dribbled a few feet from the first baseman's glove, forcing him to go after it. 

He got to the ball in plenty of time, but the lefthander had not thought to cover first base in time, and Allen Temple raced home with the first run of the game, while I scampered over to third.

Now we had men on first and third with two out, and the lefthander was fuming at himself for his failure to cover first base. He walked Tickie Smith on four straight pitches to load the bases.

The Totowa coach walked out to the mound and talked to the pitcher. Evidently the discussion worked, for he got our pitcher, Leo Scarpa on a towering pop-up to short, and the inning was over.

I should mention that our games usually went seven innings, not the usual nine, of course there was always the chance of extra innings, but most of our games lasted seven. Anyway, Scarpa held them scoreless for six innings, but tired in the seventh and gave up a leadoff triple to their right fielder who wound up scoring when the next batter singled up the middle to tie the game.

We went into the tenth inning that way. No one seemed to be able to get on base, as batter after batter made out on easy plays, mostly grounders to the middle infielders, or by striking out.

When I looked at the box score in the paper the next day, I noticed that the lefthander had struck out seventeen of us. Scarpa hadn't done so badly either, striking out thirteen of them. 

But they took the lead in the top of the tenth on a double by their catcher, and two outs later, Tickie tried a diving catch but failed to hold onto the ball and the runner scored. The batter was thrown out at third, and we got out of the inning without further damage.

As luck would have it, I led off the bottom of the inning. The lefty, a very durable pitcher to say the least, was still pitching for them. He was tired, or so I figured, and so I took a rip at the first pitch. I hit it right on the sweet spot of the bat, lining it right at the tall lefthander. It hit him on the ankle, but caromed over to the first baseman and I was an easy out. But the lefty was limping around on the mound, and his coach took him out and brought in a relief pitcher.

Lou Clemons and Dennis Woods followed me to the plate. I had hopes that we would reach the new pitcher and score the winning runs off him. But he was a curveball specialist, and after facing nothing but smoke all afternoon, both Lou and Dennis could only manage a pop up and a grounder to short in that order, and the game was over.

We lost, 2 — 1 and I was feeling pretty low until Coach Raymond took me aside, and said, "Aubrey, you had a pretty good day for us."

"Thanks, Coach, but we lost."

"Yes, we lost," he said and then smiled down at me. "Did you know the lefty you faced is the top rated high school pitching prospect in the country?"

"Um, no sir."

"He's probably going to turn pro after this season."

"Wow!"

"You reached him twice today, Aubrey. Getting a scratch single and lining the ball off his leg. That's a pretty dang good day for any ball player."

Flushing, I replied, "Thanks, Coach. I appreciate the nice words, but we lost and all."

"It's not about winning or losing, son. It's how you conduct yourself. Some games are won or lost by deserving teams. Some aren't. A dang pebble jumps in front of a grounder and the ball scoots over the infielder's glove. Or, maybe the hitter swings late and the ball goes through a hole because the defense is playing the hitter to hit the other way."

I realized he was referring to my first hit, and put my head down.

"Those are the breaks, Aubrey. Over time, they usually average out; at least I've found it so. Anyway, as of now, you're my second baseman. And, for the time being, you'll hit second in the order."

I went home walking on air. And the next day, behind the sterling pitching of Johnny Wisnewski, we won easily over a team from Redwood County, 8 — 2.

That was good enough to place second in the tournament and get the team's picture in the local newspaper.

Oh, by the way, I went 2 for 4, and scored twice.

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I need to add a word of thanks to Tommy Daily, Georgie Tiedemann, and "Bone" Cleary, all of whom worked with me every day after practice. 

I managed to improve so much that the coaches began spending more time with me as well. From then on, my batting average kept climbing until I had the second best average on the team. 

We had three days before our next game, and something strange happened to me the second night. I had what's called a growth spurt. I woke up hurting everywhere for a while. 

After making certain that I wasn't sick, my mother took a tape measure and held it against me and the door frame. We had been doing this ever since I can remember. We were both surprised to see that I had grown four inches overnight!

Even more important to me, was the fact that my voice had gotten lower. I was a genuine baritone... at least most of the time. For my voice also cracked occasionally in mid-word, or from word to word. That was embarrassing, but Mom told me that it wouldn't last too long, and that satisfied me.

Oh, I should also mention that my penis also benefited from the sudden growth spurt and I had a series of spontaneous erections occur that proved embarrassing to both my mother and I. My mother insisted that I call my Aunt and discuss matters with her, telling me that she was too embarrassed about such matters to talk to me in a helpful manner.

I called Aunt Nicole, who had been prepped by my mother, and she managed to convey that erections and the nocturnal emissions that followed at night were a natural consequence and further signs of my sexual maturity.

Three days later, on seeing me bulging out of my shorts, my mother overcame her embarrassment and found the strength to mention that my father had had a ten inch penis, and had told her he recalled it growing some when he was 14 and even more at 18. In my room, I measured my penis and found it to be eight and one quarter inches when erect.

I liked that. Like father, like son. Yeah, that was cool news. I was more thrilled with the news that I was kind of following in my father's footsteps than with the fact that he had had a ten inch dick, and that I might be getting even longer than I already was at 8 inches.

My mother also mentioned that girls developed at this age too, becoming curvier as their breasts developed. Of course, I had already noticed this phenomenon on my own.

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So, there I was, four inches taller, at six feet even, trying to put my old uniform on for the next game. My teammates hooted and hollered as I stood there turning this way and that, trying to stretch the tightest fitting clothing that I had ever tried on. The problem was that there was nothing in my new size available to me. I was in the starting lineup, and would have to take the field looking like Beefo the Clown.

The Coach took me aside and told me to make the best of it, and that he would personally see to it that I had a uniform that fit before the next day. And so, biting my lip, I trotted out to second base to start the game. I managed to get through the top of the first without incident. 

But as I jogged toward the dugout, several of the girls from our high school took note. To make matters worse, my body picked that moment to develop a spontaneous erection. Even my teammates noticed it, and of course every girl, or should I say, every female at the ball park took note, and a murmuring began that grew louder as I drew closer to the spectators in the bleachers alongside third base.

In that moment, my life changed, I didn't know it then, I was too embarrassed with the skin tight uniform and my all but too noticeable erection. But the girls, and even several of the women in the stands set their sights on me, and I became their prey.

           Karen

I think it best to tackle the girls in order, and so I'll tell you about Karen and me. Several days later, following practice, I was in the woods behind my house with my .22 rifle. I had set up several old beer cans on a stump and was taking some practice shots when this girl from my class, suddenly popped up from nowhere. At least it seemed that way, as I was intent on my practice with the rifle. 

Later I recalled having seen Karen from a distance as I walked from school several days before. At any rate, I blew up, accusing her of nearly walking into one of my bullets. 

"Didn't you hear the sound of the shots?" I barked, not trying to hold back my temper.

"I didn't hear anything except the birds and the breeze," she answered innocently.

"That breeze might have been a bullet whizzing past your head, you know!"

"It wasn't. I came from that direction," she said, pointing away from the target cans on the stump.

"Yeah," I replied skeptically, "sure, there's a lake back there, you couldn't have come very far in that direction."

That stopped her for a moment, and then she said, "Well I did! I walked right around the lake."

I knew she was lying, but wanting to get back to my target practice, I let it pass.

I took two more shots, hit both cans and walked over to the stump, picked up three cans and reset them.

"Why are you shooting at the cans?"

There was something about the entire situation that made me uneasy. Usually when pestered by a girl, I would either throw a stick at them, or I'd be too embarrassed to utter a word; the former if she wasn't pretty, the latter if she was. 

What I did was answer her questions patiently. "I'm shooting at the cans because I want to join the Marines when I get out of high school."

"Do you ever hunt animals?" 

"No, I don't hunt animals. I have plenty of food at home. You should only hunt critters if you're hungry. At least that's how I look at it."

Karen fell back to the age old ruse women use when buttering up a man, flattery. She told me she was fascinated by my shooting, and encouraged me to tell her more about myself. 

Well, I ran on about what a war hero I was going to be. How I would return home covered in medals and such. The fact is I never did join any military force; I only knew that my father was killed over in Iraq, and I wanted to emulate him, for I had worshipped him. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Karen kept staring at me, and I felt myself getting nervous. It finally occurred to me to ask myself, had she followed me into the woods? And if so, why?

Feeling secure on my own turf, I was much more direct than normal, and asked her, "I was just wondering, why you're lookin' at me like that?"

She giggled and dropped to her knees then sat in a cross legged position. I gave no thought to the fact that she wore a dress and not jeans, but was more concerned about getting back to firing my .22 than anything else.

I studied her face, she seemed excited about something, but I couldn't figure out just what it was. She was a pretty girl, tall and kind of skinny, with dirty blond hair. Her figure was stick-like, no noticeable bumps in her chest, and a raw scrape on her left knee, probably caused by a fall. One attribute stood out; her smile. 

It was a very winsome smile, and I have never forgotten it, nor have I forgotten her.


Handsome Ch. 02



Chapter 2 
Aunt Nicole

It took me a while before I was convinced that Karen meant what she'd said. I kept my word about not spreading the word about what had happened. And I leaned on Matt and Andy, and as far as I could tell, they zipped their lips too.

But almost every night I lay in bed and pictured Karen's mouth around my sizzling hard-on, and I found myself jerking off.

After the baseball season ended my masturbation was no longer confined to bedtime, but during daylight hours in the bathroom, causing other family members, my mother and even my two-year-old sister, to pound on the door demanding that I finish and let them relieve their bladders. 

When not in the bathroom, I used my bedroom and the stall in the boy's room at school; and of course, I returned to that spot in the woods, hoping that Karen would show up, and when she didn't, I whipped it out and unabashedly masturbated under the leafy elm trees.

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As I entered the fourth month of my eighteenth year, I found myself whacking off seven or eight times a day; at first, with the one face in mind. But as time passed other faces found their way into my sordid imagination as I jerked off.

During this period only school, dance class, and baseball, in that order sufficed to divert my mind and dick from sex. In school I had to concentrate... well, pay attention to some extent in order to attain a passing grade. I was terrified of flunking and having to spend another year in high school.

Karen's disinterest helped as much as it hindered, or so it seems today. But Irene Philipuk's swan-like neck gave me a boner on a daily basis. And on dropping my pencil, I was rewarded with a fleeting glimpse up Barbara Becker's skirt where her pussy lips were fully exposed to my view. That was my record setting day; I found that I had jerked off twelve times in one day.

It wasn't long, of course, until my mother took note of the sticky sheets and other seminal residue I left like spoor tracks wherever I dallied; and God knows why, but she consulted her sister about the matter. I can only guess that she was unable to bring herself to talk to me about it, and since my father had been killed overseas, that eliminated the "man" of the house.

My Aunt Nicole was three years older than my mother, and twice married ... and divorced. My guess is my mother felt that Nicole knew more about men than she did; and so I was shipped off to spend a week at my aunt's. 

I was utterly distraught over being "shipped off" as it were, but this would undoubtedly prove to be the most exhilarating learning experience of my life.

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Looking back at my mother and her slightly older sister, it was hard to imagine that they were actually related. My aunt, recently divorced from her second, work-addicted husband, was exceptionally youthful, in both looks and actions. In fact she was only thirty-three years old, an eternity to a, eighteen year old, but actually it was a perfect age difference for what was about to occur.

I had had no idea whatsoever just how nasty the divorce had been. Years later Aunt Nicole confided in me, and I learned that her ex had screwed twenty-two different women in their home; half of them with her present. But she was incapable of taking any action for he had secured her wrists to the bedposts with handcuffs, and forced her to watch, hoping that she would be aroused enough to join in to the sex taking place on her own bed.

Aunt Nicole was undergoing analysis for this treatment but, again, I knew nothing of it. What her shrink had advised her to do, among other things, was to have a relationship with someone that she was certain would not be a dominating partner. And, strangely enough, that's where I came into the picture.

My aunt and I had always been friendly, in an aunt/nephew sort of way. I mean, think of the fifteen year age difference, and I'm sure you'll agree that's all it could have been. But I had no inkling at the time of the reasons behind her divorce. That, of course, changed a lot of things.

Shortly after my arrival at Aunt Nicole's in Cincinnati -- about 150 miles from home — I found I couldn't take my eyes off the slope of her breasts in the white sweater she wore, or the swing of her hips as they coiled and uncoiled with the climbing rhythm of her long, sleek legs as she led me into her home. Of course I had a roaring hardon; I think anyone in my position would have had one.

Later that afternoon, Aunt Nicole prepared a picnic lunch and hustled me off to a nearby lake. On arriving, I ran into the cold water, pretended it was fine, and stayed in. 

We had the place to ourselves, and some minutes later, to my surprise, Aunt Nicole removed the top of her two-piece bathing suit, pushing it down over her full, pointy breasts and left it draped over her waist.

"Aren't you cold, Aubrey?" I recall her asking a few minutes later.

"No," I called out, but seeing her nipples exposed from a distance made me want to come out of the water for a better view, and after a minute or so, I did just that, trotting through the hot sand to stand over her, trying to cover my unmistakable erection. (I had not had an opportunity to jerk off that day, and the urge to do so could not have been stronger than the moment I was standing over her, staring at her twin peaks.)

Aunt Nicole was looking at me too, although I was too engrossed in her tits to notice. Her next words jarred me back to reality.

"Aubrey, do you know the reason you're here, visiting me?"

"Um, no, not exactly; is it because you need some company after the ... err, divorce?"

"Aubrey, I'm going to be blunt with you. I won't lie to you, about anything. If you ask me a question, I'll do my utmost to give you an honest answer. I expect the same from you, is that understood?"

"Yes, Aunt Nicole."

"Good. Now the reason you're here with me instead of home with your mother and sister is that...." she paused having realized that I was staring incomprehensively at her breasts.

"Do you like them?" she asked, wanting to get my attention back on track, but understanding that she was the cause of my inattentiveness.

"Err, yes, yes, I do, Aunt Nicole."

"That's nice to hear. You may keep looking at them, but I want you to listen to me and what I have to say to you."

"Yes, Aunt Nicole."

"Why are you here with me, Aubrey?"

"I don't know, really," I said, still intent on looking at the first pair of tits I'd ever seen outside of a magazine. Karen's came to mind, of course, but she had yet to develop, and hers were no bigger than my own and therefore not a matter of curiosity.

"You have been playing with your 'Willy,' Aubrey. Not that playing with one's 'Willy' is all that bad, but you have been playing with it incessantly."

"Who told you?" I asked, not having the foggiest idea that anyone was aware of my masturbating proclivities.

"Your mother told me. She despairs for you, Aubrey. I tried to reason with her over the phone. I told her that all boys do it. For that matter, so do almost all girls as well, your mother being an exception to the norm. And that's why she cannot understand why you do it."

"Oh," I said, and must have turned crimson with embarrassment, for Aunt Nicole was quick to follow up with: "What I can't fathom, and please understand, I'm not even close to being well versed on the subject, but how could you manage to do it so often? I mean, I'm told you were doing it seven or eight times a day. And that's at home. God knows what you did at school or elsewhere during your free time."

"That's all it was," I admitted lamely.

"Every day?"

"Mostly, yes," I said and began to fidget, for the subject had caused my cock to swell, and in the swimming trucks it was most evident.

"And I see you're feeling like doing it right now," she continued, as she looked at my cock that stuck out as proudly. "But you've got to try to control yourself to some degree."

"Um, yes, I understand."

And that was that, for the moment. But that evening, after dinner, I was in the guest bedroom looking for a missing sock, when I came across a magazine under the middle of the bed. It was a Penthouse! And it was the latest edition. I had yet to see one, but knew the name all right. I had scavenged several dog-eared copies of Playboy, and heard rumors of an even raunchier magazine called Hustler. But to find a Penthouse here was like finding buried treasure in my backyard.

How did it get there? I wondered, but not too long, it had to have been Aunt Nicole, but why? 

My eighteen year old brain reasoned the answer out quickly enough. She wanted me to have it. But why? I asked myself that question several times as I thumbed the pages, stopping to examine and marvel at the loveliest of women... all bare breasted, and more.

I came to a hairy pussy and could not contain myself. Whipping out my penis, I masturbated frenziedly until I shot a load halfway across the room, hitting the wall. I had never thought in terms of distance before, and holding my spent dick in my right hand I was measuring the length of my 'shot,' when the door flew open and Aunt Nicole burst into the room.

"Oh, my God!" she gasped, taking in the scene before her.

I tried desperately to cover my diminishing erection with my hands. She had both her hands covering her mouth in shock, and then dropped them to her chest. She began to smile, and her hazel eyes got big and round, as she stared at the dick I held in my hand.

"I didn't mean to... well, interrupt you," she said, and then began laughing. "Let me see that," she said, reaching for the Penthouse.

She never told me to put my dick away; instead she sat herself down on the bed, and began looking at the women exposed within the pages.

"Wherever did you get this ... this piece of trash?"

"I think you know where I got it, Aunt Nicole," I said before I could stop myself.

"What?"

"It's your house. I certainly didn't bring it with me. Don't try to say I did. So either you or someone you know put it there for me to find. And I'm pretty sure you knew what the end result would be."

"Why, aren't you the cocky young man!" she said, and I noted a flush starting in her neck and spreading upward.

I dropped my hands to my sides. My dick was reviving, and I cursed myself for it, but the flush was a subliminal message, although I didn't know it at the time.

"Tell me; tell me true, Aubrey, how many times today?"

"That was the first time."

"But what were you doing when I came into the room?"

"Between the pictures in the magazine and seeing you topless at the lake, I really had no choice," I said, readily confessing.

"But you had obviously finished..." she began, but remembered approximately where I had been when she burst into the room, and where I must have been while jerking off. She turned and saw the slug-like trail my sperm had left as it trekked down the wall next to the bed.

"Seven or eight times a day," Aunt Nicole said wondrously, as if imagining it happening before her eyes.

"I want to watch you masturbate, to play with yourself," she said calmly.

"Come here," she said, and reached for me with her hand turned upwards. "Come and lay down here with me. You can do it lying down, can't you?"

"Yes," I said stiffly.

"Or you can sit, whatever is most comfortable for you."

I lay down and worked my cock vigorously, my eyes on hers. It was an enormous turn on having her watching me, and so to impress her I kept up a fast, rapid rhythm, not slowing down and teasing myself as I was wont to do most times.

Every few seconds Aunt Nicole would lick her lips, and I would imagine my cock being licked and caressed by that tongue. Finally I had a great, shivering discharge that landed mostly on my stomach and hand.

Aunt Nicole hugged me tightly, and her hand caressed my back, and after a while her hand wormed down between us and closed around my still stiffened cock. She gave it a squeeze and the last remnants of my sperm oozed from the tip.

"That was magnificent," she said soothingly, as I moved a little restlessly, overly embarrassed at the situation.

"May I try?" she whispered, as she began to masturbate my cock, which had not lost the least bit of stiffness. On the contrary, it seemed to grow even harder.

"So it is true then what they say about you young boys," she whispered, more to herself than to me. 

I took it for a rhetorical question and didn't bother answering.

"My God, look at it getting bigger!"

It wasn't, not by my own assessment, but Aunt Nicole had started off seeing it after the fact, as it were. In the meantime, my ejaculate remained in place, with neither of us bothering to clean it up.

"Can I see you again?" I asked hopefully.

"What?" she asked, not having heard my question, being engrossed with my 'Willy.'

"Oh," she said, the light having dawned. "My breasts, you want to see them?"

"Yes, please."

"Don't go comparing them to the women in the magazine," she said rebuking me unnecessarily.

"I... I..." I stuttered, but she was already undoing her blouse.

After tossing the blouse to one side, Aunt Nicole said, "I might as well show you how to unhook a bra. I'm sure it will come in handy in the days ahead."

Somehow... I don't know how, I followed her instructions; she even had me practice a time or two, and then she tossed the bra aside with a flourish, and said, "We'll take things slowly," and then having glanced at my jerking dick, added, "for as long as we can."

My eyes were riveted to her breasts, and I found myself licking my lips, much as Aunt Nicole had hers earlier.

Ignoring my bulging eyeballs, Aunt Nicole said, "I think it's best if I teach you how to make a woman hot, and how to satisfy her. Let's start with the breasts. Tits, knockers, boobs — God, there are a slew of words for them." She laughed and said, "There's even more for your 'Willy.' I bet you already know most of them."

I didn't challenge the statement, but filed it away for future investigation, as I only knew of a couple: Cock, dick, prick, and of course, penis.

"To start with," my aunt said, "use words. That's right, words. Imagine that you're on a date, nothing's happened as yet, but you have a certain feeling that she likes you. Compliment her. Her choice of attire would be appropriate for starters. Girls love compliments. I know I do, so don't forget to compliment me from time to time.

"Find some personal attribute that you can honestly say you like and mention it. Like, oh, say, her hair. You admire the color, or the way its set, or even her figure. In this area, keep the comment simple, say, 'Gee Jenny, you have a terrific figure, way nicer than most of the other girls'."

"I think I understand," I told her.

"I sincerely doubt it. You are a male, and in a woman's world, you are considered a lout, a pig, or even a disgusting baboon."

"But women can't seem to do without men, can they?"

"Some manage," Aunt Nicole said, "but on the whole, I expect you are right about that."

"Anyway let's assume this is a first date. It's customary to wait until the end of the evening, and then when she says, 'Thank you for a very nice evening, Aubrey, ' you look to see if her lips pucker up, or if she closes her eyes. If she does, then it is permissible to kiss her chastely on the lips. Once and once only, unless she... well, if she wants another, you'll know it."

She paused in her love lesson, looked longingly at my erection, and said, "Feel my breasts. Can you feel how hard my nipples are? Like tiny hardons, aren't they?"

I felt of them, luxuriating in their velvety softness.

"That's soooo nice, Aubrey. See? Look how the areola wrinkle when you touch them."

Of course she traced a bright red fingernail over that part to further enlighten me.

After I followed, running my index finger lightly over the pebbled surface, she moaned, and cried out in a whisper, "Suck on them, suck on them, but very lightly."

I sucked a stiff nipple into my mouth, and found that it tasted both sweet and sour. The sweet was the more overpowering of the two. Later I figured out that the sour was her sweat. Well, women will tell you that they don't sweat. I won't argue the point. But they do perspire. At any rate, the nipple got even stiffer in my mouth, and a ragged sigh escaped my aunt's throat.

"Bite it. Now ... Bite it!"

I did so, and she managed a shrill cry of delight, before I bit down a little too hard.

"Ouch! Not too hard," she said in a throaty voice.

I let my teeth gnaw lightly on the brown nipple, and I heard her draw her breath in sharply between clenched jaws. But I knew she liked what I was doing, as she pressed the whole of her soft breast against my mouth.

An eternity later, I heard her whispering to me. "Now, Aubrey, kiss your way down my body."

Instinctively knowing an opportune moment when it turned up, I said, "Please don't call me Aubrey. I detest the name."

"What shall I call you then?"

"Anything but that," I said.

"All right," she said, and sighed. "Handsome, will you please kiss your way down the rest of my body?"

"Handsome?" I croaked.

"Yes, it fits you to a 'T.'

Nodding my agreement, I began to kiss her body. Aunt Nicole let her hands steer my kisses down towards the awaiting shimmering mirage of her sex. Willingly, I let myself be guided from one soft curve to another, from one sexy hill to the other. Until I licked her deep navel, at which point she told me to stop, for just a moment.

"Am I doing it right?" I asked.

"You're doing splendidly. I just need to slow down a bit. I'm not used to a caring lover."

I nearly fainted. Aunt Nicole, a grown woman, had called me a lover! It took me several minutes to digest this salient fact.

By then she was more than ready for me to continue, and she whispered into my ear, "Suck my titties again, get the nipples hard," she said in a half croak-half whisper. I was happy to follow her instructions, and began to nibble on her nipples, and she moaned with pleasure.

I was delirious in my sexual fugue, and responded to all of her commands, never even thinking of them in that context. Her hands enveloped my head, "Kiss me there," she whispered huskily, pointing my lips toward her mid section. And when my tongue lolled about in her navel, she moaned, and then told me to return to her nipples. I was delighted to do so, and began to take great pride in the way in which her nipples grew under my sucking mouth.

"That's wonderful, my love. Now let's do something different, shall we? Move down a little," she said instructing me, "kiss my inner thighs, but not my cunny, can you do that for me?"

I certainly could. Karen was almost a distant memory, but her pussy wasn't. I had eaten her and enjoyed it. But Aunt Nicole didn't know that, and I decided there was no reason to tell her at this point.

Aunt Nicole gasped when she felt my tongue enter her belly button once more on the way down. She giggled, and said, "You're a remarkable student, Handsome."

I kept going lower, and on reaching the bottom of the bed, began massaging her right foot.

"Oh," she gasped, totally surprised at my inventiveness.

She began to moan with satisfaction the moment I kissed her ankle, and moved up her calves which were smooth and probably freshly shaven. I reached for her left foot and repeated everything again.

"You've a devil in you, my handsome man," she groaned happily. "What else do you have in store for little old me?" And she laughed delightedly as I kissed the area behind her knee.

"You're so naughty," she exclaimed, "Have you done this before?"

"Mmmm, no, Auntie, I haven't." I lied.

"Oh... I can't wait to tell..." but Aunt Nicole caught herself and didn't finish the sentence.




Handsome Ch. 02



"Can't wait to tell who... my mother?" I asked appalled at the thought.

"No... Not your Mom, I wouldn't do that. I couldn't do that."

With that threat out of the way, I moved on, dragging my tongue along my aunt's inner thigh.

Oh! Do that! Oh, please, do that again!" she moaned and opened her legs as wide as possible, inviting me in to her most secret place.

I had to take a moment to shove my erection out of the way. It appeared to have a mind of its own, (something I still wonder about) and seemed to be about to plunge into Aunt Nicole's cunny, as she called it.

I took pains not to have any direct contact with Aunt Nicole's pussy, but teased each and every area around it. She was moaning and heaving her hips up, trying to get me to go down on her, but I resisted until she managed to grab my head by the hair and force my face into her love nest.

The moment my tongue squirmed into her wetness, Aunt Nicole screamed out, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She was breathing hard and clutching the sheets, having released my hair the moment my tongue touched her inner flesh.

"Dear God, you made me cum! You made me cum!" She seemed in awe of my powers, and then we were hugging and laughing together as she held me close, still panting from her exertions and trying to clear her head.

Minutes later, she chirped, "All right, time for the next phase;" she was kissing me and pushing me back at the same time. "Watch out for the wet spot," she said giddily, and ran her hand over my chest then pinched my nipples. It didn't hurt, but felt pleasant enough and I lay passively on my back, but had to gasp when she flipped over my nipples with her tongue. Flip, flip, flip, first one direction, then the other. I reached for her breasts, but she moved out of reach, and tickled my balls.

"Be a good boy, this is for you," she warned. She massaged my balls and spread a track of wet kisses down my body, intent on repaying me in kind. It was thrilling when she kneaded my stomach with her nose and chin, while still holding my balls tightly in one hand. She kissed the tip of my cock, and I thought I was going to die. And the second she enveloped me in her mouth, I exploded into her throat, and would have drowned her had she not wrenched her face away only to catch the remainder of my load in her hair.

"I'm... I'm sorry," apologized, "I didn't know."

"You didn't know what? That you could do that?" 

Aunt Nicole laughed then went to the bathroom returning with a damp face cloth. "Now we have two wet spots," she said, smiling down at me and pointing to the sheets which she herself had soaked with her own climax.

"You seem to be ahead of my intended lesson plan, Aubrey."

I winced at her use of my given name, and she quickly apologized and covered my face with soft, moist kisses. "I am so sorry... Handsome. I must call you Handsome at all times from this moment on."

"No, it's all right, Aunt Nicole, it is my name, after all."

"Please, call me Nicole and I'll call you Handsome. Aubrey is really a despicable name for a young man. Perhaps if you were 70 it might lend something to your stature, but at your age it adds nothing and probably takes away a great deal. So, Handsome it is, for now and ever more."

She leaned close to my face and whispered, "I was going to show you what is generally called the 69 position, but we seemed to have gotten there without the lesson."

"I don't quite understand, Nicole?"

"Oral sex," Aunt Nicole said as if that would clarify things.

"Oral sex?" I said, telling her that I didn't get it.

"Okay, you licked my pussy, right?"

"Right."

"And I took you into my mouth, right?"

"Right."

"Well that was oral sex... using one's mouth on another's genitals, see?"

"Ah, yes! So that's 69?"

"Yes, but only when done simultaneously."

"Simultaneously?"

"Yes... oh, double damn! This is more difficult to explain that to actually do," she exclaimed in near despair. She composed herself and said softly, "I'll have to show you." She pointed to her pussy, she said, "Get down here."

I got down there.

Then my aunt wriggled herself so that my dick was within inches of her mouth, but it wasn't until she took my semi-erect dick back into her warm mouth and licked it that I understood the actual meaning of the term sixty-nine.

I didn't do this with Karen, I thought. But probably would have had we had another go at it, I rationalized, as I started licking my aunt's labia.

"Do you see the little hooded thingy directly above my opening," she asked.

"I do, yes, why?"

"That's my clit. It's very sensitive, and should only be touched glancingly."

"Glancingly?" I said, never having heard the word before.

"I mean, not directly. From the sides is all right, but only fleetingly. Rubbing it directly can be painful to a woman. But we - and I mean all of us - love being touched there. And during 69, you can lick it with your tongue, and suck on it with your lips, but not for long, just ... fleetingly."

I was hard again. Not a difficult feat at my age. My aunt spied it and said, "Bring that bad boy over here," she said laughing, and opened her legs in invitation. 

"We're going to do the deed." 

I knew exactly what she meant.

She found me and took me in hand, bringing my dick to her entrance, then rubbed the bulb-like head up and down over her wet folds before ushering it into her.

"Push," she instructed, and I did. But once I was in, I took over. I went fast, and when I tired, I went slowly. And through it all, I heard Aunt Nicole moaning and groaning as she soared to ecstatic heights and the brink of bliss. 

When I slowed, she wrapped her legs around me, coaxing me to go deeper and faster. When I didn't accelerate, she used her muscles to squeeze me, was she thinking of punishing me this way? I never found out, for I felt myself about to cum, and managed another flurry of frenzied thrusts and realized that my aunt was coming and coming and coming, pounding my back, scratching my shoulder blades and biting my neck and shoulder, and yet I didn't ejaculate.

We were soaked with perspiration when I decided to change positions. Nicole moaned, but didn't object. I mounted her doggy-style, and she reached between our legs and felt for my balls.

"I love this way," she moaned. "Go as fast as you can. Jesus, I'm cumming like crazy!"

My hands were moving, from her hips to her breasts and back. Later Nicole told me that her nipples ached from all of the attention I'd given them, and that her pussy was rubbed raw from fucking, but she told me she didn't care if it were possible she'd do it all over again, in fact, that night we might try for a repeat performance.

I came then, this time I managed to contain my seed, keeping it all in her pussy. And then we both collapsed on the bed and held each other to the point of dropping off to sleep for an hour or so.

When we revived, Aunt Nicole made us some chicken soup. To this day, I think it the finest I've ever had. We were both nude, well, she wore a filmy nightgown of sorts, but I could see everything through it. She noted my renewed hardness and bent over to kiss the crown.

"Handsome, I think more lessons are in order."

"But, Nicole, we're way past the good-night kiss," I said, naively.

"We most certainly are," she said, and smiled down at me. "But I must show you how my sex works."

I leaned back on an elbow, and gave her my undivided attention.

"My sex ... well, women's genitals in general, are very sensitive. Think in terms of your testicles, they're very sensitive, right?"

"Yes, very," I replied.

"A woman's sex is like a flower, in that it opens and closes," she began. "Normally it's somewhat dry, but when aroused, usually by touching it..." she paused, and demonstrated with her own hand, "like this...."

To my uninitiated eye, it appeared she was squeezing it, and I thought nothing of it, as that's exactly what I did with my own sex. She followed with, "Let one of your fingers follow the lips, or labia, up and down. It would probably be better to go from the bottom upward, though," she added after thinking it through. "And I know that you have very definite ideas in this area.

"Uh, huh," I said, just to say something.

"Look at me now," she said, pointing the way. "Do you see how slick and wet it is?"

I did indeed, and marveled at it.

Aunt Nicole held her finger under my nose. It glistened with her juices. "Smell," she said, and I did so, and instantly recalled the same odor that had come from Karen's pussy, ages ago.

"What do you think?" Aunt Nicole asked.

"It... it's alright," I blurted out. She seemed not to notice my comment, already moving on to the next piece of vital information.

"Now this is most important, once the woman's... pussy is wet, you should bring that finger up to the top of her pussy..." again she demonstrated using her middle finger this time, "see the little bump there?"

I realized that Aunt Nicole may have forgotten that she had already instructed me about her little bump, or clit. I didn't bother to remind her, and let her continue.

"That is the clitoris, or clit. It's like a little cock, only much more sensitive. Go on, rub it." 

Before I actually touched it, Aunt Nicole cautioned me, "Careful, it is very sensitive. Rub it lightly."

I followed her instructions, and soon a shimmering little bump was clearly visible under what can best be described as a hooded cover.

"Touch it, tickle it lightly," she said breathing a little heavier than normal. "Like this," her finger tip danced lightly over the nub. When my finger tip replaced hers, Aunt Nicole's breathing became even faster. As I toyed with her clit, fascinated in the way it continued to expand in size, much the same way my cock did, she dipped a finger into the slit now visible through the glistening mat of dark pubic hair shrouding her cunt. Her hips started to move in little uncontrolled jerks and shakes.

"Oh, Handsome!" she moaned, "See! Look! Look! I'm going to cum. Now watch my pussy closely!"

That said, she drew the lips as far apart as possible, and I saw how the inner walls of her pinkish vagina pulsed just inside the entrance.

"Did you see?" she sighed as her orgasm ebbed away.

I must admit that I was puzzled, for she had not cum as I would. But there was no mistaking the fact that she had done something. All that shaking and shuddering meant something nice was going on, and there was the juicy evidence at her entrance. So, I reasoned, maybe women didn't ejaculate the same as men did. On this point I would learn much more later on, with other women.

"Yes, I saw!" I told her, instinctively knowing this would please her.

"Good. Come on then, lay on top of me and put your pretty cock in there. You're nice and hard again. We'll have a nice fuck."

I mounted Aunt Nicole, and pushed my prick at her cunt several times in succession, to no avail. For some inexplicable reason, I failed to attain penetration. Aunt Nicole realized I was having difficulty and came to my rescue.

"No. Not that way," she whispered, "Put it in place with your hand then draw it up and down along the slit to get it wet. That's the only way to get it in without forcing it."

I did as she said, and soon had my cock aligned properly. I could feel the entrance to her hole with the tip of the head of my cock.

"Yes. Just like that. Now you can fuck me. Now you can fuck your Aunt Nicole, Handsome. Just push it in as far as you can, then pull back until you feel my pussy close just behind the head."

I gave my dick a slight thrust.

"Yes. That's it, that's the way!"

At first, my Aunt just lay there, unmoving, and let herself be fucked, but as soon as my movements became more advanced, her hips started to rock in rhythm with mine. Within seconds, she was moving in perfect harmony with my movements, and we were fucking each other like old lovers. Having cum twice already, I was able to hold back my orgasm to the point where I actually could feel it start to build up. It didn't jump out of me as it usually did when jerking myself off, but a pleasurable tingling sensation crept up and hovered in place as I continued pumping into the cunt wrapped tightly around my cock.

I thought fleetingly of Karen and how close I had been to fucking her. Then I forgot she even existed, and lost myself in the wonderful feeling of Aunt Nicole's wet, warm, soft cunt.

From a distance, I heard her voice. "Wait! Let me show you another way of doing it," Aunt Nicole called out. I halted my thrusting and waited as she rolled us over so that she was on top. She stood on her knees with my cock still inside her, and slowly, ever so slowly, started to move up and down along my erection.

"It provides a different feeling, see?"

It did, and I tried to compare it with the previous position, but of course, my lack of experience precluded forming an opinion that mattered. It would take several more fucks before I fully understood the varied intricacies involved in changing positions while making love.

It was the visual aspects of the thing that remained foremost in my young, eager mind. The sight of Aunt Nicole's breasts bobbing slightly in rhythm with her movements as she jounced upon my pole. The feel of a deeper part of her cunt penetrated my consciousness too, and I reached out for her breasts, and tenderly squeezed them in turn.

Aunt Nicole groaned happily, and one of her hands slide down between us, down to our united sexes, and I could feel her rubbing her clit while my cock massaged her cunt from the inside.

"So good," she murmured. "So good."

I remember that once in a while, when my cock was as far out as it could come, her fingers squeezed it. And after doing this several times, it became impossible for me to hold back any longer.

"AH!" I cried out, giving her fair warning.

I threw my head back, and heaved my hips up, trying to get as far into her as was possible, and with a deep moan, spewed my sperm into my Aunt's pussy. Off in a distance, it seems I heard her yelling something, as she too climaxed in a long, drawn-out orgasm.

A few minutes later, with our breathing almost back to normal, Aunt Nicole, idly drew a finger along my belly, tracing God knows what through the drying, crusted jizm left there from my earlier masturbation.

"That was lovely, Handsome. Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh, yes," I told her. "Will we be doing it again?"

"Oh, yes. We will do this every day! Maybe several times a day, and at night too," she whispered with a little giggle.

"But this is our secret. You must promise not to tell anyone. I can get into a great deal of trouble if anyone should learn what we're up to."

"On my honor, I won't tell a soul about any of it," I swore. And I have kept my word, for Aunt Nicole is no longer with us, having passed away some six years ago. I don't think she would have minded at this point anyway, but I kept my pledge to her for as long as she lived, and then some. 



Handsome Ch. 03



Aunt Nicole, continued

Aunt Nicole and I spent the following afternoon in her goose-feathered bed. I am surprised in thinking back to that day that I can still recall much of what she said, or called out to me in her passion.

She was astride me, heaving up and down. It appeared to be her favorite position and, as a consequence, mine too.

"All ... most," she gurgled. "Almost ... there!" I steeled myself for her last flurry of jouncing before her orgasm hit home.

"Right ... right now!" she groaned into my chest. "Oh, Jesus, fucking Christ, just fuck me with that big dick! Oh, yes, fuck me!"

I renewed my upward thrusting, and she continued to grind her pelvis against mine, mashing her clit against me until, with a sharp shriek, her vaginal muscles locked down around my cock, and that was it for the two of us. I pushed my hips up one last time and, with my dick buried as deep as I could get it in her cream dripping pussy, I began to spurt about a quart of cum into her. Or so it seemed at the time.

We lay entangled within one another, kissing and cooing like lovesick teenagers. A few minutes later she gasped, "You're still hard," with pleased surprise.

"I need to come again for it to stay down," I told her.

"We can't have that," she giggled, and, sliding off my 'fuck-stick, ' as she so lovingly called it, said, "Roll over onto your back again."

"Any special reason?" I asked, teasingly.

"I wanna suck that big cock of yours. Maybe lick your balls too. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yeah," I said, and rolled over with my knees bent. My cock bobbed left, then right, but remained pointed at the overhead light fixture, as Aunt Nicole knelt in front of me, and gripped it with one hand, while spitting on the other before lubricating my dick. With a huge smile on her face, she leaned down and took me into her oh, so lovely mouth.

I found watching her lips tightly sealed around my cock exhilaratingly erotic. When she turned her eyes up to mine, seeking confirmation that I was enjoying her mouth and tongue, I lost myself to the languid pleasure her mouth provided me. It was eerily quiet in the room, except for the soft slurping sounds of her sucking and the occasional grunt on my part as she touched a new nerve on my cock and triggered a series of exquisite sensations throughout my young body.

"Ooop's," she blurted, as somehow my cock slipped from her mouth.

"C'mere," I moaned, and pulled her mouth to mine. I sucked her tongue, something Aunt Nicole delighted in, and found that I was tasting myself. It felt strange, but rather nice, too.

We spent the better part of forty minutes kissing each other, during which time my fingers caressed the outer folds of her pussy, and her hands fondled my balls and tickled my scrotum.

Moaning loudly, she ended the kiss, murmuring, "I've got to get back to business."

I cried out that I wasn't finished, and heard her giggling inanely as she slithered down between my legs.

"Oh," I said as Aunt Nicole studied my cock. "Do you know you have a beauty mark here?"

"Yes," I replied candidly. Once again I was surprised to find that I could tell Aunt Nicole anything, and did so. "I almost named it Beauty, as a matter of fact."

She was playing with my foreskin, and asked, playfully, "Why didn't you?"

"Because Beauty is feminine, isn't it?"

"Let's call it Handsome then," she said and laughed.

"You called me that yesterday," I reminded her.

"You are, you know. You are very handsome, in all respects. Women will fall all over themselves for you. But you must treat them with respect, and remember, you cannot tell anyone else about what you and they do together. It breeches the love pact the two of you enter into when you make love."

"I think I understand," I said.

"On the other hand, there's a quote I remember that also applies. If I get it right, it goes: 'All really great lovers are articulate, and verbal seduction is the surest road to actual seduction.' That's um, a woman named, Marya Mannes. I wrote a paper on her while in college."

"In other words, words are important in helping a woman to make up her mind," I said.

"Exactly, my sweet," Aunt Nicole chirped happily. "Now, Handsome, let's look at this lovely cock of yours. It's fortunate that you weren't circumcised."

"Why?"

"Why? Well, they would have cut your beauty-mark off," she said, rubbing her thumb tenderly over the spot.

"No," I said, disputing her. "Look it's much further down than where one gets cut for a circumcision."

"Hmmmm, well, maybe," she cooed, and kissed my beauty-mark, then licked my cock, already gleaming with her saliva, squeezing it tightly all the while. I was in heaven.

"Did you know the head of your handsome prickie resembles an acorn?"

"I never thought about it that way," I said, surprised at her observation.

She took the head between her lips, and sucked it fiercely for a moment, then alternated between licking and softer sucking. I groaned in satisfaction.

She was examining my cock once more, holding it aside to let the light play on it. Her fingers traced along the underside of the head, or acorn. "Do you know what this part is called?"

"Err, no, I don't."

"It's the corona. I'm going to pay some serious attention to it. It's very sensitive. Tell me what you think."

"Okay," I said, as she began licking her way around the underside of my cockhead. I tensed up from the sheer pleasure, and called out, "There! Right there! Oh, jeez, that's the spot!"

Karen hadn't done this, and I thought she had covered all the bases.

"Like this, my handsome nephew?"

"Oh, yeah!" I groaned.

Her marvelous tongue flickered over that one area, and I felt heavenly. One hand was rolling my testes around, generating another great feeling. And suddenly, my cockhead was engulfed in her mouth and sucked with an intensity I knew was going to get me off.

"I'm gonna cum, Aunt Nicole, I'm gonna cum!" I cried out, wanting to warn her in time.

Slowly, she removed me from between her lips. "I like sucking your cock, Aubrey. It tastes so sweet, and there are so many things for me to play with."

Oh, Christ! Remind me to return the favor."

"Oh, I will," she said, "but I don't like it when you swear. Please try not to."

Then she started sucking my balls and teasing my asshole. My hips lurched up, and she redoubled her efforts. Moments later, Aunt Nicole devoured my cock, and began moving her head in a slow, circling motion, that kept me intensely pleasured, but somehow forestalled my need to come for a while longer.

"How," I blurted, "did you learn this?" I asked, not thinking of how impolite the question was.

She was unperturbed with the question, and answered, "Mmmm, I'm just doing what seems interesting to me. Why, don't you like it?"

"I love it!" I exclaimed. "You're so good. I hope I can be half as good."

"Do you want to suck cocks now?" she asked, teasing me no end.

"No!" I gasped in horror at the thought. "I ... I'm not queer, or anything."

"Oh," she said, feigning a haughtiness that she was incapable of. "You mean you want to improve on going down ... on a woman?"

"Yes!" I said, with a rush, happy to have clarified that embarrassing gaff.

"We'll work on that later. Right now I'd like you to sit up, please. That's good. I want to try something different with you."

I wondered what she could possibly do next, but sat up for her.

Kneeling between my legs, she bent forward and tongued the underside of my balls. I saw stars. Then with my balls resting on her wet tongue, she licked upward to the tip of my cock. I saw rockets bursting in air.

"My lollipop," she giggled, licking away the precum as it gushed from the tip of my cock. "I'm gonna come," I shouted.

Aunt Nicole responded by sealing her mouth over me, and sucking harder than ever. Her hand was a blur as she jerked my cock. And I came! Spurt after glorious spurt of cum cascaded into her throat, and she gagged trying to swallow it all. Coughing and choking, she removed my cock from her mouth. I patted her back to help her out, and it seemed to help. A minute passed before she was fully recovered.

"Wow! I didn't expect all that," she said, smiling at me with twinkling eyes.

"Here, let me get that," I said, reaching toward her chin and wiping a gob of cum away.

"Hey, give that back," she said, mischievously. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I am. I like the taste of you."

"Really?"

"Mmmm, yeah, you're truly sweet, you know?"

I laughed.

"What's funny?"

"Three days ago I was jerking off repeatedly, with nary a girl in sight. Now here I am with a woman, not a girl, a real live woman, and I'm not jerking off over her, I'm actually screwing her ... you, I mean."

"Get dressed," Aunt Nicole said. "We need to get out and get something to eat."

I don't recall eating, but I have a vivid recollection of my after dinner desert. All through dinner Aunt Nicole flirted with me, touching me here and there, embarrassing me no end, as I just knew others were aware of her actions. But she knew what she was doing, and the truth was that no one was the wiser.

As for myself, I was too timid to actually touch her while in public. But when we got into her car, and started driving back, she ended my shyness for all time, unbuttoning my pants, and stroking my rigidly perpendicular cock in a soft, teasing way.

Laughing, she leaned over close to it as the pre-cum oozed from the slit in its head.

"Please, watch the road!" I said, fearing the worst.

"Okay," she said, "but you do me. I can concentrate on my driving, but I want your fingers in me."

That said, Aunt Nicole shifted slightly, and pulled the hem of her dress to her waist. After I was certain her eyes were on the road, I leaned on her right shoulder and slipped my right hand under the tight elastic of her pantyhose and quickly reached the crotch of her panties. She was hot, of that there was no doubt. My fingers were quickly soaked with cream of her overflowing pussy as they inched their way into her.

Aunt Nicole moaned happily and the car swerved slightly, but she quickly had it under control.

"Watch the speed limit," I said, concerned that the police might pull us over and cause all sorts of problems.

"I can't wait, Aubrey," Aunt Nicole bawled. "I've got to pull over!"

"No! Don't!" I screeched in alarm. "We've only got a couple miles to go."

"I can't ... oh, shit. All right, it wouldn't do to be caught screwing in the car, would it?"

"It would be worth it, but we don't need to get caught. A few minutes, that's all, and we'll be jumping into your lovely goose-down bedding."

"You have a way with words, as well as with those fingers ... Christ Almighty, I think I'm going to cum!"

Then she gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and shuddered violently. My fingers and hand were instantly covered with a translucent fluid that I took to be her love juice. It wasn't, of course; she had just ejaculated, but that was far more information than I needed at the time.

Moments later we pulled into her driveway. "That was lovely, Aubrey," she said, beads of perspiration shimmering on her forehead and lips. You're a real doll."

"You're welcome," I said, "but please, I hate that name, remember?"

"I'm so sorry, sweetie. Handsome it is. Thank you, Handsome. Now c'mon, let's fuck our brains out."

As soon as we entered the house, I slipped my arm around her shoulder. She turned toward me and I felt the firmness of her breast through her skimpy summer dress. No bra. Her nipple stood up long and hard, and I pulled on it as I steered her into the bedroom.

Aunt Nicole fell on the bed, legs akimbo, and I flipped her over on her stomach, and pulled her dress up, enjoying the view her lovely derrière presented. Her panties were stuck to the middle of her twin cheeks. They had that special kind of roundness, very firm, and jutting out. An ass anyone would definitely want to fuck.

My aunt tried to turn over, but I knelt on top of that wild ass of hers and struggled first with her pantyhose, and then with her lacy panties. I think the only reason she tolerated my ineffectual undressing of her heated body was that I continually ground my hard-on into her.

Aunt Nicole was moaning, making wild little sounds, as her ass lifted and pressed back, and made my cock lurch, as I slipped her pantyhose and panties off without tearing either. I still consider that an amazing accomplishment under the circumstances.

"They call this doggie-style," she muttered. "I love it this way, Aub ... I mean, Handsome."

I knew doggy-style was for me the moment I began rubbing my cock over her asscheeks and wet, wet pussy. I jabbed my cock into her over and over, until she started to scream. But she never screamed for me to stop -- that's for sure.

I hated to, but I paused in mid-fuck to strip my own clothes off. I left my shorts and socks on in my haste to get back into her, but in the final analysis, it didn't matter.

"You're so heavy," she moaned, trying to lift up against my weight. Her entire crotch was dripping as I slipped my right hand beneath her legs. I fingered her for a short time, and then reached around her and filled my hands with her delectable tits, feeling the firm nipples pressing against the skin of my palms. Their pebbled texture remains with me even today, and I heard her moan, as I pulled downward on her areolas, with a tender milking motion.

By this time, we were both soaked with perspiration, our bodies sliding up and down as I slammed my tumescent prick into her until it happened to slip out. Aunt Nicole cried out, "Put it back in!"

I gripped her tits, and lifted my ass up, thrusting automatically with my hard cock into the dampness between her cheeks and legs. When I thought I had found her hole, my first thrust was so hard that it surged halfway in!

Aunt Nicole screamed ... but not the usual way. Turns out my cock was in her ass, and hurt like hell. "WRONG HOLE! It's in the wrong hole!"

"Accident... sorry, I'm so sorry! It was an accident!" I licked and kissed her spinal column as she groaned.

"Don't worry, auntie... I'll pull it out... slowly. I'm so sorry."

She lay perfectly still for a long minute, and when I lifted a little and began to pull my cock out of that smoldering, tight asshole, she suddenly blurted, "No! It... it feels good ... I think. Yes, it hurts, but it feels good. Go on, Aubrey... don't hurt me, but move just a little... slower, okay?"

I didn't dare move. I did give her nipples one firm, last tug, and then slid my hands down her hot, wet body, easing my dick from her rectum until only the head was inside her.

A moment later, she began to move her ass, and my hands followed the curve of her slender hips until both hands were below her pelvis. As my fingertips tread into her moistened pubic hair she moaned, and I allowed two and then three fingers to slip into her pussy as her liquids spilled over my fingers.

She rolled her ass then, and half-crying, half-moaning with lust, she told me to try it again. My dick already felt as if it was trapped in a velvet glove. I didn't think I could get it all the way out without hurting Aunt Nicole. Why I never figured out. And so I plunged all the way in again, as she gripped the blanket and wailed, "Do it! Just do it!"

I really began to fuck her then, squeezing past that tight glove of her rectum, until something clicked and suddenly I was gliding easily all the way in and all the way out of the buttery heat of her asshole.

I could feel every inch of her hot tunnel walls clinging to my cock, as I pressed it all the way inside and then pulled it back out, all the way out. Her asshole was slightly dilated in the heat of her sexual relaxation, but it began to close in just a few seconds. Then, back in... ever so slowly.

"Can you feel me, Aunt Nicole?"

"Oh, yes, I can feel you all the way up to my throat, or so it seems."

"Shall I fuck you harder?"

"Oh, yes, fuck me as hard as you can. This is the first time, maybe the last; I want to make sure I enjoy the experience."

I kind of went crazy fucking her. My hands held her hips, as I impaled her, and then pulling her back to me, my balls slapping against her pussy, spurred on by her voice, urging me on.

"Oh, Handsome, I can feel your balls hitting my clit!"

She was really into it, lifting up and giving a little twist every time my cock jerked outwards, making me groan with the sudden sweet violence of her sexuality. She was creaming, moaning, and thrusting back at me, meeting each thrust of my cock.

"Oh, Handsome, I... Oh, yes, I'm going to cum!"

Her ass began shaking like an engine, and my fingers on her hips felt her start to shudder. I called her name, and gave one big push against the tightness of her ass, and felt her wet, swollen pussy lips against my balls just as the explosion of cum shot hard into her bowels, once, twice, then a third time.

I may have blacked out for a moment. I'd long since lost an awareness of where I left off and Aunt Nicole began, so merged were we. I awoke, perhaps moments later, slumped over her back, completely drained, and gasping for air. She slowly let her upper body slump forward, and my softening cock was slowly pushed out of her ass.

"Hold me, Handsome," she murmured, as I fell beside her, one arm and one leg thrown over her prone body. Then we fell asleep.

We did it four more times that night, but did not repeat the anal.

Krista Marie

Two days later, after having had sex with her in virtually every room in the house, Aunt Nicole arranged to have me invited to a cocktail party to meet her best friend, Krista Marie Von Kempf. Aunt Nicole gave me implicit instructions not to stare at the women we would encounter; I recall her exact words even today. "Aubrey, when you are talking to a woman, you don't look down her dress. Wait until she's talking to someone else."

Well, I confess, the second part of that admonition is my own. This advice has proven beneficial over the years, opening doors and other things that might not have parted had I not done so. So I'll take a second to render a belated 'thank you, Aunt Nicole. Thank you so very much for the good advice.'

Krista Marie rushed up to us as we arrived and accusingly said, "You're late, I was afraid you'd chicken out." 

She gave Aunt Nicole one of those wispy air kisses women bestow on each other so as not to mess their carefully applied make-up, and taking my arm, said, "You must be Aubrey; it's so nice to meet you. I have heard marvelous things about you. Thanks so much for coming to my party."

"Aubrey," Aunt Nicole said with a smile, "This is Krista Marie, my closest friend in the world."

"How do you do?" I said. It was the best I could do under the circumstances, not being used to conversing with adults on their terms.

Krista Marie laughed, and said, "I do very well. Very well indeed," and to reinforce her words, she added, "Don't I, Nicole?"

"Yes," my aunt said, and to me, "Krista Marie has married well... three times, so far."

Both women laughed as if it were the funniest thing in the world. I managed a smile, but did not understand the reason they were so amused.

I waited a few moments until Krista Marie was engaged with Aunt Nicole, before allowing my eyes to fall to the rest of her body. Like my aunt, she was wearing a bikini with a very revealing top. She was a very attractive woman, whom I later learned was thirty-five, with short, blonde hair, a lot of cleavage, and long, attractive legs.

With me between the two of them, we began walking through Krista Marie's home, or at least from the entrance through the main living area, heading for the swimming pool where the party was taking place. I could hear the buzz of voices and the soft drone of music coming through the open French doors.




Handsome Ch. 03



We were meandering past people, mostly attired in swim suits, when another couple squeezed past us on the narrow path. They were so taken with each other; they didn't even look at us. Still, I was jostled into Krista Marie, my groin nudging her rear end. Her ass was soft and I felt the deep indentation between her cheeks. She looked at me, smiled and said, "It's a good thing we're friends now." It slowly dawned on me that she had not attempted to pull away from the contact, and in fact was still touching me.

As we walked, Krista Marie introduced me to several people, both men and women, but they all seemed to blend together, and for the life of me, I could not remember any of their names. I recall feeling some embarrassment about it, as I knew they would remember my name when we met again later on.

"Would you care for some white wine, or a beer?" Krista Marie asked.

"Cold soda would be nice," I replied, not having developed a taste for either wine or beer at the time.

Moments later, I had an ice cold Pepsi in hand, and gulped half of it down. So engrossed was I in pouring the cold drink down my throat that I failed to hear Aunt Nicole make some excuse, and leave me with her friend, Krista Marie.

It wasn't long before I realized we were alone in a small bedroom just off the pool.

"Sit here, next to me," Krista Marie said quietly. I did so, noticing for the first time her striking blue eyes, and prominent cheek bones. She was leaning forward, her elbows on her knees, her forearms crossed and the view down the front of her bikini top was breathtaking. I forgot my aunt's caution not to stare.

"I'm told you have the capacity to appreciate women; at least that's what Nicole told me and the way you were eyeing my boobs just now, I'd have to agree with her."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I mumbled, flushing red in embarrassment at being caught. "I know I'm not supposed to stare... I couldn't help it."

She shrugged, and her breasts seemed to jounce as if attempting to escape their confinement. "Yes, well, it is offensive to many women, but not me. I enjoy being looked at. They are nice, aren't they?"

I wasn't sure that I could trust my ears, and said, "Pardon me?"

"Do you like my tits, Aubrey?"

"Yes, they're very... nice."

"Well, I take your appreciation as a compliment. It makes me feel attractive. More, it makes me feel desirable."

I nodded, wondering where this was leading. "And Nicole's the same way," she added.

I couldn't, wouldn't, did not dare to respond to that.

Krista Marie shook her head. "She told me you were a gentleman. And a gentleman tells no tales, does he?"

I nodded my agreement.

"Tell me, Aubrey, have you noticed my... interest in you?"

"Your interest in me? I... I don't know what you...."

"Aubrey, you know what I'm talking about," she said matter-of-factly.

"I'm only...."

"I know you're eighteen and legal," she said with a warm smile, and let her hand rest on my thigh.

I could only look at her. The rest of me was frozen solid. Well, not exactly frozen.

"Well?" she asked.

"I don't understand," I said, and that was certainly true enough.

"First, I'm Nicole's best friend. We tell each other our secrets. By that I mean, all our secrets."

"You know about...."

She was nodded her head before I could finish the sentence.

"Oh."

"Don't be embarrassed, Aubrey. You've done Nicole a great service. You've made her feel desirable again. Her confidence was low. You raised it. From her account, you raised it several levels."

She paused, and speaking very slowly said, "From what I hear, you're a resilient young man." Her eyes raked my young body from head to toe, lingering longer than required on my crotch and its growing bulge.

"I'd like you to make me happy. Can you do that?" she said sliding a hand up the leg of my bathing suit and cupping my testicles.

My calm, and oh, so suave response, was to start choking and sputtering.

Krista Marie had the answer to my problem already in hand, no pun intended, and solved everything by kissing me, sending her serpentine tongue slithering into my young mouth.

Yes, I had some experience in Frenching. Aunt Nicole had seen to that. And yes, I did enjoy the swapping of tongues. But for a grown woman to kiss me like that and fondle my balls in the process was a little much and I panicked.

Yes, I panicked. Well, that is, up until the moment Krista Maria removed a breast from its holding area in her bikini top, and fed it to me after ending the kiss.

"Don't worry, baby," she cooed into my ear as I suckled. "Krista Marie's not going to let anyone see us. But I have to tell you, I'm so hot and itchy for your cock that I can't stand it."

Talk about a confidence booster. Her words were magical. In seconds my cock was sticking up out of my bathing suit. Well, the head was, anyway. Krista Marie had ceased talking. The scent of her hair filled my olfactory senses. I could feel her breath on my thigh, and then her soft lips nibbling at the tip of my erection.

I sent a hand into her top and freed the other breast, then took turns sucking on both of them. She moaned and began sliding my trunks down. They wound up around my ankles and my cock wound up somewhere past her tonsils. I came soon after, but Krista Marie never let up; she kept on sucking and soon I was hard again. Ah, the resiliency of youth.

At some point she released me from her mouth and removed the rest of her clothing. I kicked my trunks away and we found ourselves naked on the bed.

I tried something I had discovered Aunt Nicole loved, and that was to run my finger along the crack of her ass, and lightly circled her anus. 

Krista Marie loved it as well, and clenched her ass cheeks as I toyed with her light brown spot. "Stick it in there!" she gasped after the second sweep of my finger. I did and was surprised at the ease of penetration. She accepted the entire length without any difficulty.

"Move it around in there!" she said, her voice taking on an urgency I hadn't heard before.

"YES!" she moaned loudly as I complied. Reaching between her legs, I felt her soft fur and the soft wetness of her labia. I slipped a different finger into her slit, and dragged it back toward me; it felt like warm butter. She was soaked, and I got even harder, if that was possible.

Krista Marie was grunting each time I moved a finger. It mattered not which finger, either one provoked another grunt.

"Give me your cock!" she whispered hoarsely reaching out blindly, searching for my steely pole. She found it. I knew she would. She fell to her knees, taking me into her mouth, her cheeks pulled in by the suction of her mouth on my cock. Oh, Lord, did it feel wonderful!

Enthralled as I was, I had the presence of mind to reciprocate, as Aunt Nicole had artfully taught me. I writhed my way around on the bed until I bumped up against her leg. Raising the leg, I slipped underneath and let it drop. Now I was looking up at the mound of her wet, oozing pussy.

"Oh, you are an absolute angel!" Krista Marie groaned, after taking me from her mouth for a moment.

"Well," I said, "I want to smell you, taste you, and lick you too, you know."

Her folds opened as if I had whispered a magic word. Her sexual scent poured forth, and I inhaled it, and lightly blew a breath over her entire vulva.

"Jesus!" she shouted, and leaving off my cock, spun around to face me. Her eyes were wild and unfocused, "Eat me! Oh, sweet Jesus, eat me!" she shouted.

I feared someone might come into the room after hearing her shouting, but she seemed not to care and so I did eat her as she humped her pelvis into my face.

I took my time as Aunt Nicole had taught me. I pushed her legs up until her knees were by her breasts, opening her completely to my lustful stare. Her pubic hair was trimmed on top and her labia were bare. She was swollen; partially open and dripping down her leg. I could see her urethra and the small opening to her vagina where her white juices were now pooling. Right under that was her tight, brown and puckered ass hole.

Bending down, I ran my tongue around her anus, feather light, around and around, and all the while she kept thrusting her pelvis at me. "Oh, God, oh, God!" she cried out, and began to ramble.

"Don't tease me! Oh, yes, do tease me!"

"Fuck me! FUCK ME, you little bastard!"

I kept gnawing on her until she took hold of my cock, and fitted it to her cunt. I sank into her slowly.

"Can you feel it, Krista Marie?" I asked teasingly. Yes, Aunt Nicole had also mentioned that most women loved this type of teasing although they seldom admitted it.

Krista Marie grunted in reply.

I tried again. "Can you feel the head of my cock pushing into your tight little cunt?"

"Yes! She grunted. "MORE!"

I slammed the remainder of my dick into her and lost myself in an almost unimaginable pleasure as it enveloped me.

She moaned and groaned as I thrust rapidly into her.

For some unknown reason, I began to talk to her as I fucked her. "My dick is pushing into your cunt, Krista Marie. Can you feel it?" I didn't wait for her to respond. "Can you feel my cock sliding into your slit? Can you feel me fucking you?"

She answered by heaving her pelvis up at me in that age-old, primitive, automatic action that's been going on for a million years.

Bracing myself with one hand, I continued humping her, but reached out with my free hand and brought her right breast to my mouth and munched upon it.

"YESSSSS!" was her sibilant cry, as she bucked even harder against me.

She threw her right arm up above her thrashing head. I abandoned her nipple and reached over her head with my hand, and took hold of her wrist. 

This served to pin her in place as I continued to pound into her feminine core. She tipped her face up, her eyes rolling back into her head. Her right armpit was completely open and vulnerable. I dipped my head down and began licking her from the base of her breast up to her armpit, feeling the close-shaven stubble on my tongue.

She thrashed, and bucked in protest, trying to withdraw her trapped right arm, trying to pull away from the maddening tease of my tongue. I had never attempted this before, but I knew I was ticklish there - why not Krista Marie?

I continued to fuck into her and lick her arm pit for perhaps ten minutes or so, riding the wave of indescribable pleasure as her cunt squeezed my cock a hundred different ways. 

Suddenly Krista Marie squinted as if in pain, threw her head back, and sent a silent scream to the ceiling, then arched her back, and her body went rigid.

I had wanted our coupling to last and last, but when she went rigid like that, her cunt went crazy, milking me with a ferocity that I had never experienced since. My orgasm was ripped out of me with awesome force, and I sent jet after jet of hot cum splashing into her cunt. Her pelvic muscles continued to contract and I wanted to tell her I was coming, but couldn't. 

Eventually her contractions slowed, then stopped all together, and we both slumped, panting, exhausted and spent, and slowly drifted back to reality. My first conscious thought was of Krista Marie fitting a breast back into her bikini top.

"That was more than lovely, Aubrey. It was memorable... in fact; it may have been the best ever. I have to get back to my party," she was saying as she stepped into her bottoms and shimmed them up to her navel.

"Oh, God, I needed that. I can't tell you how much I needed that," she was mumbling to herself, or perhaps to me. I never knew for sure. Shit, at that moment, nothing was clear to me.

The bedroom door creaked open and I heard Aunt Nicole's voice, "You guys made so much noise! For a while there, I thought you were going to drown out the music."

Krista Marie began to laugh, and my moment of panic subsided.

"Uh ... Krista Marie, I hate to intrude on this romantic moment, but your ex is tromping around the house looking for you."

"Oh, shit!" I heard Krista Marie say, although it was somewhat muffled as she was pushing against me. "Thanks, Aubrey. I hate to... uh... make love and run, but could you please move the hell out of my way?"

My arms were leaden as I tried to pull my trunks up. Krista Marie reached into her bikini bottoms and ran a finger through her slit. She pulled the finger out and carefully examined a stringy glob of cum, and then poked the finger and the glob between her lips and swallowed. 

"Just as I thought," she said, with a wide smirk. "You taste as terrific as you fuck. Let's do it again, and soon, okay?"

"Um... sure, I guess. Why not?"

She started to brush past me and then turned back. "Jesus, I'm rattled. I almost left without saying thank you." She hugged me around the waist, her head on my chest and added, "This is what I wanted. What I needed. Shit, I gotta go. I'll see you soon." With that she spun around, and walked out, adjusting her bra top.

Aunt Nicole smiled at me. You know... that Cheshire cat kind of smile.

"Wow!" I sighed. She laughed that delicious laugh of hers and said, "Krista walked out and jumped right into the pool before anyone could see her disheveled state. And for the record... you look well fucked."

"What happens now?" I asked.

"We can go home... maybe take a shower together. How's that sound?"

I felt a familiar twinge and smiled at her.



Handsome Ch. 04



Chapter 4 

More Instructions

Aunt Nicole stood with her back to me, head bowed slightly, relaxed and waiting, the water streaming off her tanned buttocks. I started in a safe place, across her shoulders and worked my way gently down her back. When I moved to her sides, she raised her arms above her head, and I coaxed the soapy water down her arms and sides, ending up by brushing my fingertips across the tail of her breasts. She made no comment other than an occasional soft moan, and I knew I was doing it right.

I dropped to one knee, and began washing her hips, gradually moving to her lovely jutting behind. When she pushed back against my hand, I took it as a signal to press forward and did, running my soapy fingers through the crack of her behind, briefly touching her wrinkled anus.

"Oh, yes," she murmured, "Get all of me, I like a through man."

I repeated the process and felt her shudder twice, as my fingers lingered in the crack of her ass.

"The front," she said, "Get the front, too."

Her stomach was flat, and her pubic hair hid her labia. Her breasts were tanned, medium heavy, and an up tilt curve led the way to a pair of rosy hewed areola, and cherry colored nipples. I washed and rewashed this area, wanting to spend as much time on her breasts as possible.

But for some reason, perhaps my tender age, I felt that I had better get on with things. I would learn over the next few days that there was no necessity in rushing things as I was prone to do. Females, Aunt Nicole and Krista Marie informed me, preferred, or I should say preferred a man to linger here and there before moving on. I have, therefore taken my sweet time ever since.

The rewards from doing so have been unbelievable.

And so, in my youthful haste, I worked my way to the inside of Aunt Nicole's thighs. At the first touch, she shifted one leg out, opening herself at the juncture of her thighs and, in the process, opening up her now visible pussy lips just a little. I sat back on my haunches and looked at her for a moment, watching the water stream off her pussy.

"Like the view?" she asked, with a giggle. I later learned that heretofore Aunt Nicole had been reticent in such sexual matters, but my youthfulness and the fact that she had been without sex for a time prior to my arrival on the scene caused her to lose any amount of shyness, and pushed her over from a passive sexual partner to one with a more aggressive leaning.

I smiled, nodded, and then said, "It looks like you're peeing."

She didn't close her legs or look away in embarrassment. Rather, she smiled and said, "I often DO when I'm in the shower."

"I've never seen a girl ... I mean a woman, pee."

Again, that sweet smile as she shook her head. "Well, I'd like to help you out there, but I can't. I went just before stepping into the shower. You don't recall coming in with me, do you?"

"Um, yeah, I guess," I said, and tried to sound as forlorn as I could.

Aunt Nicole laughed at me. "Another time, perhaps," she said.

And so it was that after finishing our communal shower and getting dressed, Aunt Nicole sat me down, and began to tutor me in the art of seduction.

"Boy's," she began, in an off-handed way, "have a tendency to be almost entirely oblivious of girls until puberty, and then they become obsessed with the female gender. I think you'll agree that as the male enters puberty, they have almost constant erections. 

I must tell you that Krista Marie and I attended a swimming meet at the local swimming pool last summer. The boys, who were roughly 13 to 15 years old, had erections from the first time we set eyes on them until they were leaving the meet, and probably beyond that time frame. It wasn't the girls in the area, for there were none. I seriously doubt it was any of the older women attending; for they were mothers all, save Krista Marie and me."

I interrupted her to say, "It could have been the mothers."

"Really, do you think the boys all shared incestuous thoughts?"

"No, not at all; only one woman represented their mother. The other mothers were seen as women. I mean, you could be looking at their breasts, or legs, or ... you know what I mean, don't you?"

"Yes," she said. "I believe I do, and I stand corrected.

"And," I continued, "I find myself getting hard at anything female. A girl's throat, or ankle, or hair; I mean, it doesn't have to be her sexy parts."

"I see," Aunt Nicole responded thoughtfully. "You know, I never thought of it that way. Now you're teaching me. Perhaps I should confine myself to teaching you about what I know, and that would be feminine traits."

"I'm all ears," I said.

She swatted me with a towel, and pointing to my erection, said, "That's not an ear, my dear."

And we both laughed until it hurt.

"Okay, about girls, or young women. Some endearing little traits come naturally, but others are definitely acquired. Like a pre-teen schoolgirl practices putting on her eye shadow and lip gloss and blush in front of her vanity mirror. They also practice their laugh and hand movements, so they look and sound casual, yet lilting. They sit at their dressing table and practice looking up from under lowered lashes, or giving just the right delicate shake of the head to make that errant lock of hair fall 'casually' over their left eye.

"After all, what better way to get "Him" to feel her perfect skin, or to gaze deeply into her perfect eyes, or lean close enough to smell the delicate scent of her expensive shower gel, or after bath talc, than to give him a reason to brush that lock of hair back behind her ear?

"Men seem to love the hair thing. Somewhere they've been told it makes them seem more 'romantic,' and they're convinced that we women will get weak-kneed and unable to resist their frighteningly transparent efforts to end up between our legs. 

But no one tells us that we're supposed to practice, to teach ourselves how to be charming and sweet and sexy and sultry and innocent all at the Aunt Nicole time. Most of us go through our pubescent years desperately yearning for a clue; desperately longing—as only teenage girls can desperately yearn—for the answer. Searching for the thing that will make the boys look at us like they do at the head cheerleader, and all-around favorite girl."

"Wow!" I said, trying to retain all that I was hearing.

"Then, if we're lucky," Aunt Nicole went on to say, "somewhere at the end of our absolutely miserable teen years, the penny drops and the girls finally get it. The head cheerleader wasn't born like that. She doesn't roll out of bed looking like God's gift to wet dreams. 

So they sit at their mirrors and take stock of their good points. They experiment with honey-blonde rinses and Cover Girl blusher, and they stop eating their mom's mashed potatoes, and they start practicing. They wink and giggle and flip their bangs back until they, too, know that the boys will be slavering and sniggling, and although they protest, and stomp their pretty feet, inside they're thrilled to find out that their name is included in the "for a good time" graffiti in the boys locker room."

Aunt Nicole went on and on about women and how they set out to entrap their men. She also told me that if men did certain things during this period of enticement, then they would become the hunter instead of the hunted. I paid the greatest attention to this segment, and later reaped the greatest rewards from it.

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Krista Marie and Aunt Nicole set aside the following afternoon for my instruction on properly making love to a woman.

We had a light lunch first and then retired to the bedroom. Krista Marie removed her clothing, and lay nude on the bed. I took off my own clothing and joined her.

"Handsome, why don't you position yourself between Krista's legs?" my aunt suggested. I did as I was told.

"This is called cunnilingus. You're familiar with it, having done it with me several times already. This time you'll have the benefit of two women telling you what you're doing right, or what's going wrong and how to correct it."

"Shall I start?"

"Please do," my aunt said, and a lewdly smiling Krista Marie parted her legs, allowing me access to her treasure box. I began by paying homage to Krista's cunt, licking it up and down in long, slow swipes of my tongue.

"He's good at this, Nicole," Krista Marie said, without a care in the world.

"Don't forget the little man, Handsome," Aunt Nicole said, reminding me. The "man" she referred to, being "the little man in the boat," or clitoris.

With the first contact of my tongue on Krista Marie's clit, I forced a loud moan from her, and she had to grab the sheets tightly with both hands to stay on the bed.

"Why not raise her legs up? It presents a much better target," Aunt Nicole suggested. In no time at all, I had hoisted Krista Marie's legs up and onto my shoulders, presenting a much better angle from which to lick and suck upon her cunt.

Krista Marie was moaning almost non-stop at this juncture, and gushing a whitish fluid which I found to be quite tasty, more on the sweeter side than sour, but to be perfectly frank, it was a little of both.

"Ease up on her, Handsome," Aunt Nicole said in her advisory capacity. "She's almost ready to cum, and I think we should let it build a bit more."

I really had no idea what to expect. I mean, I knew Krista Marie would be coming at some point, but not when exactly. 'Letting it build, ' was something new to me, and as I eased off, I made it point to study the situation more closely.

Following Aunt Nicole's detailed instructions, I brought Krista Marie to the brink again and again. Each time she reached the crest faster than the time before.

Finally, although I didn't know it then, I had her right on the edge. She couldn't back down, but I wasn't allowing her to climax either.

"Let me cum!" she screamed. "Aubrey, you bastard, let me cum this instant!"

"Do you really want to cum now, Krista?" Aunt Nicole asked innocently.

"I do! I do!" Krista Marie screamed and began to rant and rave, cursing the two of us for keeping her from achieving her goal.

"Look at her pussy, Handsome," Aunt Nicole said excitedly.

I pulled back a bit and was amazed, for her clit had extended to the point at which it resembled a bright red baby's prick that was vibrating all by itself.

"Are you really sure you want this?" Aunt Nicole asked.

"YES!" she said, choking out the words. "And I'm going to get you for this, I will. I swear to God, I will."

I gave her pussy two or three quick swipes of my tongue.

"Please, Aubrey, please! I can't take any more..." and her words dissolved into a hopeless sobbing.

Aunt Nicole touched my shoulder, and said, "Now's the time, Handsome. Send her to the moon."

I gave Krista Marie's vibrating clit a sharp flick with the tip of my tongue. That was all it took. Her pelvis exploded as she was taken with an incredibly powerful orgasm. But my aunt told me to keep at it, not to pay any attention to Krista Marie's pleas to stop. And so, I lapped up her cream and probed her pussy with my tongue. 

I sucked her clit into my mouth and then bit it lightly, and she came again, this time with a violent spam that cut off her ability to breathe.

I halted my tonguing, and she slowly came down from her peak, and some color returned to her face. Then, at a signal from Aunt Nicole, I attacked her cunt again until she shuddered and came once more. I did this two more times, until Krista Marie was just sprawled on the bed looking like a Raggedy Ann doll cast aside by a three-year-old, legs akimbo, arms flopped out in both directions, but she was sobbing happily.

Aunt Nicole gave me a huge bowl of vanilla ice cream to eat, and when I finished, I took the bowl back to the kitchen and washed it, dried it and put it away. When I returned to the bed she had removed her clothing. I couldn't help but stare at her beauty. I always did, it couldn't be helped.

"Now eat me," she said softly.

Krista Marie scrambled off the bed, muttering something like, "Now it's my turn. Revenge is so sweet."

"Talk to me," my aunt said, and meant it.

"Err, what?"

"Just talk to me. I want to hear your voice."

"I ... I don't know what to say."

"Just open your mouth and let the words come out. Come on Aubrey ... it's easy."

"Okay," I said nervously, "you're more beautiful today than you were yesterday."

"Oh! Handsome!" she gushed, obviously pleased. I had exceeded her expectations.

"How nice," Krista Marie said, beaming, "You're gonna do just fine, little man."

Aunt Nicole's fingernail traced a circle on my upper thigh, "Keep going," she said with a wide smile.

"I think I'm gonna cum in my pants before long, I'm very ... excited, Aunt Nicole."

"Well don't!" she said, as her divine lips formed a pout. I knew she wasn't angry, but she was deadly serious.

"Concentrate. Think of something different."

"Like what?"

"Do a math problem in your head. You like baseball, think about yesterday's game, or something like that."

I got the point. I concentrated on recalling how I had pitched to each hitter in my last game. (I had lost a five-hitter in the tenth inning, and was able to conjure up each batter that I had faced during that critical period.) Somehow my prick began to wilt a little. (This little exercise has helped me numerous times since. Another thank you note never sent.)

"You have such a beautiful face and body," she said softly. "Did you know that?"

I could swear she was purring. I touched my face as if to discover it for myself.

"Angelic," she murmured happily, as her fingernail roamed along the side of my dick. "But with a cock as formidable as the sword of Michael the Archangel.

Oh, yes, I'm a lucky girl to be getting eaten by you. But don't let that go to your head, my handsome Prince Charming."

"Oh, now he's Prince Charming," Krista Marie said, and laughed lewdly.

"You think not?" my aunt asked with concern.

"He is! He is!" Krista Marie was quick to agree.

My head swiveled from one to the other. 

Aunt Nicole brought me back to where she wanted me, by asking lewdly, "Can you smell my pussy?"

"Oh yes. Yes I can. And it's a wonderful smell, Aunt Nicole," I said, surprised at myself.

"Good, because I smell something good myself," her eyes gleamed and she licked those wanton, salacious lips of hers seductively.

I was ready to bust a load and began stroking my cock, rubbing the early seepage around and into my purple knob. As I manipulated myself I became aware of the intensity of her breathing.

"Now watch me, but don't touch me, understand?" my aunt said.

I nodded.

"Look at what you've done to me, Handsome," her thumbs were hooked inside her pussy, and she was spreading it wide apart. The hot pink color leapt out at me.

"I'm opening my pussy for you to see my clit." Her voice virtually dripped sex.

My hand froze, my jaw dropped open and my eyes bulged out of my head.

"See, Handsome, it's swelling from me touching it, but I'm thinking about you; just you ... and your lovely cock!"

"I ... see, I really see," I said breathing heavily.

"This is my hardon, Handsome."

"Oh, Christ, this is turning me on," Krista Maria groaned.

"Watch my finger stroke my clittie, Handsome," Nicole murmured and licked her lips sensually. 

"Know what I'd really like, baby," she husked.

"What?"

"I'd love to have you take my little bitty clittie in between your lips. You have lovely lips ... have I told you that already?"

Her eyes had a dreamy, far-away look in them as I answered, "No, it's the first time."

"Won't be the last, sweetie. Doesn't he have the nicest lips, Krista?"

I turned to look at Krista Marie as she answered. She was standing, leaning forward, with one hand supporting her by using the bedpost. Her other hand was thrusting several fingers into her gaping cunt. She didn't answer Nicole, as she was lost in her own erotic fantasy.

"C'mon, Handsome, gimme some tongue," she hissed, snakelike, and curled her tongue. "Mmmm, c'mon, gimme a lick here, baby."

"Just think there are men out there who think this act is disgusting. I pity them."

I moved in, ready to lick and suck for as long as she could stand it.

"You know, Baby, when my thumb nail rubs against it, like this..." and she flicked it just so ... "Mmm mmm! It just tingles all over. 

Handsome, baby ... it's throbbing so ... c'mon give it a lick."

"Cumming!" That was Krista Maria off to one side, having frigged herself to a rousing climax.

I nodded in response to Nicole's request. I think I was actually drooling as I nodded.

"Handsome, if you wanted to you could put your head right between my legs right now..." Her thighs widened considerably.

"Okay," I whispered hoarsely."

"Watch me, baby, she cooed, and thrust three fingers inside her.

"I can feel them, Handsome ... three fingers," she shivered as I placed a hand on her shoulder to maintain my balance.

"Mmmm, so tight ... why look, Baby, they're..." she paused and sucked in her breath, "stretching me, Handsome. Look how open I am for you, baby."

I inched closer to her, my nose brushed against her pubic hairs.

"I'm rubbing my clit, Baby."

Oh, yeah, no lie there.

"Oh look at me baby, look at me. I'm so fucking wet baby..."

Another revelation, I loved hearing her say "fuck. I loved hearing her talk dirty. I have loved hearing women talk dirty all my life. She was the first, and I have had her on a pedestal ever since.

I kissed her belly, and caught her by surprise. My tongue did a lap or two around her belly button, and she gulped and drew in a breath.

Nicole took a deep breath and rasped, "Oh, yes, baby! Come on down!"

I began a series of small, light kisses that could only lead to one place. Her fingers fluttered in front of my face capturing my attention. I paused in my kissing, focused on those fingers. She raised herself up slightly and slid one hand under her ass, the fingers of her other hand moved fleetingly upon her clit.

I resumed my nipping kisses. She moaned, and panting heavily said, "Let me tell you about my pussy, Handsome. There's a lot to it, you know."

I could hear the squishing sound her juices made as she plied those fingers in and out of her cunt. Then I realized fingers on her other hand were moving in and out as well, but from her ass!

I continued my trail of wet sloppy kisses into her bush and then I arrived at her pussy gave it a tentative lick ... a taste bud savoring ... and I went for it.

"You taste good, Nicole."

"Ahhhhhh ... God, you sweetheart!"

"You okay?" I asked.

"Of course I'm okay, baby," she said, and lowered her face to kiss the top of my head.

I continued kissing and licking, emboldened now, I took a large lip into my mouth and sucked as hard as I could.

My aunt responded by grasping my head with both hands, and holding my face in place. 

"Ohhh, fuck!" she moaned, "Right there!

"Ohhh, do it! Yes, yes, yes!" Nicole's hands were clutching at my head, pulling my hair, but I felt no pain ... then.

Oh, yes ... there! Ahhhhhh! Yeah, right there!"

My prick was so rigid I started to rise to get some relief, but she called out in a hoarse whisper, "No, stay put!"

I putted. Sucking on her enlarged clit, as she'd instructed me.

"There! There! Oh, right there! Oh, good Christ, that feels sooo nice!"

I stopped using my mouth for a moment, and let my fingers slip inside her. Curious, I spread her legs further apart, to obtain a better view of her pussy.

With the blinds drawn, the room was almost dark except for several thin rays of sunlight spilling in and falling across the bed. Two rays highlighted her wet vaginal furrow until I blotted them out by lowering my face once again.




Handsome Ch. 04



I don't know how long I pleasured her this way. Somewhere in this void, Krista Marie began to play with my asshole, teasing it with her pinky and then spitting on my hole and inserting another finger, not the pinky for sure.

My aunt moaned all the while I licked her, sucked her, nipped her, and caressed her. My fingers roamed upward, located her nipples, and plied them, bringing forth even louder moans. Her arms were thrown back behind her head, which was shaking from side to side. Her hands held tightly to the headboard, and when I slowly bit down into the flesh of her clitoris, she screamed and went rigid, moaning, "No more, no more, please, no more. It hurts. No more!"

I hesitated for a moment then began sucking her clit again.

Nicole moaned. "Oh, sweet Jesus! I'm going to cum! Stay there, Handsome. Stay right there!"

Then Krista Marie was next to me, breathing in my ear. "Watch her come. Watch her come, lover!"

I withdrew far enough to see what she was talking about. Both Nicole's hands were working almost frenziedly on her cunt. Her ass rose up from the bed, only to fall back then rise up again. 

Nicole stuck her tongue out, trying in vain to lick her breast, but she could only reach the beginning of her cleavage, where drops of her saliva had pooled and flickered faintly in the dim afternoon lighting. She didn't seem to mind this failure.

Then she was smiling, and calmly said, "I'm there! I'm there! I'm there! It's so good, baby! Thank you, thank you, oh, thank you!"

The rest of her words vanished as a scream of joy erupted from her as her body spasmed from the final chords her fingers played out upon her clitoris. Slowly, very slowly, Nicole came to rest, until finally she turned her hands palms-up upon her thighs and let her head fall back gently on the pillow so that she was staring up at the ceiling. She smiled contentedly, and purred. 

Slowly, her chin came down and her eyes opened and I found her looking at me.

She just lay there, looking at me. I glanced furtively at my hardon. The pre-cum was oozing copiously from the tip.

"That was wonderful," she said in a hoarse voice. "Thank you. You know, for the first time you were ... very, very good. And did I remember to thank you?"

I must have looked at her questioningly.

"You don't need lessons," she told me, "you're a natural. Isn't he a natural, Krista?"

"He is special, that's for sure," Krista Marie agreed.

I shook my head and my prick jerked in the air of its own accord. Both women saw it and laughed.

"The boy should get good and laid, Nicole," Krista Marie said serenely.

I glanced at Krista Maries pussy, sumptuously wet and swollen, veiled now with tiny ringlets of dampened pubic hair.

I lay on my back, letting my dick jut straight up. Then I made it twitch. I knew I was larger than average then and blushed when they both complemented my size. 

Krista Marie put her right foot on the bed and straddled my hips. Later she confided to me that I was a first in that respect in that previously she had always been able to rise up on her knees, which lifted her high enough to position her partner's cock in her. So perhaps I am a little different. 

Anyway, she rose up partially on her right leg, took my cock and placed it at the mouth of her pussy as if she was putting on a pair of very long, very tight gloves. I could feel my cock going deeper inside her, stretching the walls of her pussy as it did. I guess I was a little more than halfway in when I felt some resistance on my cockhead.

Looking up, I saw an expression of pleased surprise on Krista Marie's face. 

At that point, I decided to no longer be a lump and pulled her head down to mine. Our lips met in a wonderful kiss and I could feel her body turning back and forth on my cock as she continued to screw herself deeper and deeper. 

The kiss was utterly breathtaking, for me at least. I held her in position with my left hand while my right hand roamed all over her body.

"My God, Nicole!" she exclaimed, "I never..." her voice trailed off into warm sounds of pleasure. Then she whispered, "Thank you, Handsome, this is the first time in my entire life I've been kissed while I'm being fucked."

At that point I realized that she had managed to get my entire length inside her. At first, she just sat there, savoring the feeling, I guess. Then, without moving up or down, she began to rhythmically squeeze my cock with her vaginal muscles, and then starting with very tiny up and down movements, she moved on my cock.

"I never knew it could be this good," she whispered, lengthening her strokes as she spoke. Then with a little grin she added, "There's another neat thing, I don't have to worry about you popping out on me."

Suddenly, she went into what I thought was a convulsion of sorts. Aunt Nicole began laughing hysterically. It was all I could do to hang on to Krista Marie as she rose straight up and plunged downward. But she was doing this at an unbelievable pace. 

I was about to cum when she stopped as abruptly as she had begun. My orgasm receded a bit and I started at her, wondering what the hell had happened.

Aunt Nicole provided the answer as she stopped laughing, and pointed at her friend. "How many times did you cum just then, Krista?"

"Uhhh, maybe three ... I think. Don't really know. They were too good to count."

"Well," I said, interrupting the two of them. "How about letting me cum?"

"Well..." Aunt Nicole said, "If you tell Krista Marie you promise to flood her pussy with the most luscious load of cum in the world, I think she'll let you."

What?"

"You heard me," she responded placidly.

Somehow, I guess I said it. The next instant, Krista Maries vagina clamped down on me and gave the most delicious squeeze and I exploded like a fire hose run amuck. For her part, Krista Marie leaned forward and melded her lips to mine while I unabashedly pumped my load into her. I think she came with me, but since we didn't discuss it later, I never knew for certain.

Her cuntal muscles continued to pulsate, milking the very last drops of cum from my almost depleted sacs. And when my cock began to shrink, she flopped off me and lay beside me. Like me, she was gasping for breath.

A few minutes later, Krista Marie slapped my shoulder and said accusingly, "Look what you did to my poor cunt!" I looked and saw that her pussy was a brilliant red. Her labia were swollen and her clit a vivid crimson, and still erect and not hiding under its protective hood.

"She's just teasing you, Handsome," Nicole said with a tittering giggle. "We women like to tease and be teased."

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The following three days and nights were filled with some of the most torrid sexual activity of my life. Both women kept at me. It seemed to be a contest to see if they could wear me out sexually. 

They did, but found it difficult to walk even short distances after rendering me so weak that I couldn't get out of bed.

On the fourth day, after much hugging and crying, (on their part) Aunt Nicole and Krista Marie put me on the bus and sent me home. I would never be the same.



Handsome Ch. 05



Dear Reader, I believe this is my 300th submission to Literotica, a milestone I never thought I'd come close too. I hope you enjoy it, although its not a particularly outstanding piece, just a part of a larger work with the better portions yet to come. Happy Reading, PW

Chapter 5

Home Again

I returned home in time for our school's preseason baseball tournament. I didn't play in the first game, but started the next when Billy Jennings sprained his ankle so badly he couldn't even walk.

We were playing Totowa, a school from the southern part of our state, and they had a lanky lefthander pitching for them, who threw smoke, as they like to say about a guy with a great fastball.

I came to bat in the first, with Allen Temple on base with a walk. The Totowa lefty threw me nothing but smoke. The first two pitches were balls and gave me the opportunity to time him. The next pitch I swung at and missed, but not by much. Still, he was faster than anyone I had ever faced before. He came back with yet another fastball on the next pitch. Once again, I swung late, but managed to make contact, and drove the ball into right field for a base hit. Allen raced to third, and I held up at first.

Lou Clemons, our catcher, usually welded a heavy bat, often driving the ball to the deepest parts of the ballpark. When he struck out on three straight fastballs and went back to the dugout shaking his head, I knew he wouldn't get anything off the lanky lefty. He had a habit of quitting on himself whenever he did poorly at the plate.

Still he was a great defensive catcher, and you never knew when he would throw out a runner at second, or make the tag at home plate.

Dennis Woods was our next batter. The pitcher had found his groove, and struck Dennis out on four pitches. That left it up to Craig McGregor, a left-handed first baseman. He was a good fastball hitter, and ripped the first pitch foul down the first base line. 

I was surprised at his being able to pull the ball off the lefty fireballer. He missed the next pitch by at least six inches, and I found myself holding my breath as the Lefty went into his windup looking to end the first inning threat against him.

Later, Coach Raymond used what happened next to illustrate proper pitching technique to our pitching staff. The lanky lefty came in with another fastball and Craig managed to pull it just to the right of their first baseman, who knocked the ball down. Craig hustled down the line. The ball dribbled a few feet from the first baseman's glove, forcing him to go after it. He got to the ball in plenty of time, but the lefthander had not thought to cover first base, and Allen Temple raced home with the first run of the game, while I ran to third.

Now we had men on first and third with two out, and the lefthander was fuming at himself for his failure to cover first base. He walked Tickie Smith on four straight pitches and loaded the bases. The Totowa coach walked out to the mound and talked to the pitcher. 

Evidently the discussion worked, for he got our Pitcher, Leo Scarpa on a towering pop-up to short, and the inning was over.

I should mention that our games usually went seven innings, not the usual nine, of course there was always the chance of extra innings, but most of our games lasted seven. Anyway, Scarpa held them scoreless for six innings, but tired in the seventh and gave up a lead off triple to their right fielder who wound up scoring when the next batter singled up the middle to tie the game.

We went into the tenth inning that way. 

No one seemed to be able to get on base, as batter after batter made out on easy plays, mostly grounders to the middle infielders, or by striking out.

When I looked at the box score in the paper the next day, I noticed that the lefthander had struck out seventeen of us. 

Scarpa hadn't done so badly either, striking out thirteen of them. But they took the lead in the top of the tenth on a double by their catcher, and two outs later, Tickie tried a diving catch but failed to hold onto the ball and the runner scored. The batter was thrown out at third, and we got out of the inning without further damage.

As luck would have it, I led off the bottom of the inning. The lefty, a very durable pitcher to say the least, was still pitching for them. He was tired, or so I figured, and so I took a rip at the first pitch. I hit it right on the sweet spot of the bat, lining it right at the tall lefthander. It hit him on the ankle, but caromed over to the first baseman and I was an easy out. But the lefty was limping around on the mound, and his coach took him out and brought in a relief pitcher.

Lou Clemons and Dennis Woods followed me to the plate. 

I had hopes that we would reach the new pitcher and score the winning runs off him. But he was a curveball specialist, and after facing nothing but smoke all afternoon, both Lou and Dennis could only manage a pop up and a grounder to short in that order, and the game was over.

We lost, 2 — 1 and I was feeling pretty low until Coach Raymond took me aside, and said, "Aubrey, you had a pretty good day for us."

"Thanks, Coach, but we lost."

"Yes, we lost," he said and then smiled down at me. "Did you know the lefty you faced is the top rated pitching prospect in the country?"

"Um, no sir."

"He's probably going to turn pro after this season."

"Wow!"

"You reached him twice today, Aubrey. Getting a scratch single and lining the ball off his leg. That's a pretty dang good day for any ball player."

Flushing, I replied, "Thanks, Coach. I appreciate the nice words, but we lost and all."

"It's not about winning or losing, son. It's how you conduct yourself. Some games are won or lost by deserving teams. Some aren't. A dang pebble jumps in front of a grounder and the ball scoots over the infielder's glove. Or, maybe the hitter swings late and the ball goes through a hole because the defense is playing the hitter to hit the other way."

I realized he was referring to my first hit, and put my head down.

"Those are the breaks, Aubrey. Over time, they usually average out; at least I've found it so. Anyway, as of now, you're my second baseman. And, for the time being, you'll hit second in the order."

I went home walking on air. 

And the next day, behind the sterling pitching of Johnny Wisnewski, we won easily over a team from Redwood County, 8 — 2.

That was good enough to place second in the tournament and get the team's picture in the local newspaper.

Oh, by the way, I went 2 for 4, and scored twice.

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We had three days before our next game, and something strange happened to me the second night. I had what's called a growth spurt. 

I woke up hurting everywhere for a while. After making certain that I wasn't sick, my mother took a tape measure and held it against me and the door frame. We had been doing this ever since I can remember. We were both surprised to see that I had grown four inches overnight!

Even more important to me, was the fact that my voice had gotten lower. I was a genuine baritone ... at least most of the time. For my voice also cracked occasionally in mid-word, or from word to word. That was embarrassing, but Mom told me that it wouldn't last too long, and that satisfied me.

We went shopping for new clothes, and when Aunt Nicole heard about the sudden growth, she had a set of weights delivered to my house. I began using them immediately, and have Aunt Nicole to thank for the nicely muscled body I possess today. Ever since receiving the weights I've maintained a weekly regimen of working out. Of course, these days I do it at the local gym, but back then I used the weights and a weight bench that I set up in my bedroom.

Oh, I should also mention that my penis also benefited from the sudden growth spurt and I had a series of spontaneous erections occur that proved embarrassing to both my mother and I. 

I called Aunt Nicole about it and learned that the erections and the nocturnal emissions that followed late at night were a natural consequence and further signs of my sexual maturity.

Three days later, on seeing me bulging out of my shorts, my mother overcame her embarrassment and found the strength to mention that my father had had a ten inch penis, and had told her he recalled it growing some when he was 14 and even more at 16. I measured my penis and found it to be eight and one quarter inches when erect.

I liked that. Like father, like son. Yeah, that was cool news. I was more thrilled with the news that I was kind of following in my father's footsteps than with the fact that he had had a ten inch dick, and that I might be getting even longer than I already was at 8 inches.

My mother also mentioned that girls developed at this age too, becoming curvier as their breasts developed. Of course, I had already noticed this phenomenon on my own.

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So, there I was, four inches taller, at six feet even, trying to put my old uniform on for the next game. My teammates hooted and hollered as I stood there turning this way and that, trying to stretch the tightest fitting clothing that I had ever tried on. The problem was that there was nothing in my new size available to me. I was in the starting lineup, and would have to take the field looking like Beefo the Clown.

The Coach took me aside and told me to make the best of it, and that he would personally see to it that I had a uniform that fit before the next day. And so, biting my lip, I trotted out to second base to start the game. I managed to get through the top of the first without incident.

But as I jogged toward the dugout, several of the girls from our high school took note. To make matters worse, my body picked that moment to develop a spontaneous erection. Even my teammates noticed it, and of course every girl, or should I say, every female at the ball park took note, and a murmuring began that grew louder as I drew closer to the spectators in the bleachers alongside third base.

In that moment, my life changed, I didn't know it then, I was too embarrassed with the skin tight uniform and my all but too noticeable erection. But the girls, and even several of the women in the stands set their sights on me, and I became their prey.

The fact of the matter is that I made two errors that day; and went hitless to boot. But the team scored ten runs. We won the game going away, no thanks to me. The coach gave me a pat on the backside and assured me I'd have a proper fitting uniform the following day.

After I'd showered and dressed ... in clothing that fit me. I wandered out to the tent that was set up with soft drinks and snacks for the players by some of the parents. I was with our shortstop, Will Patagonis, and left fielder, Arthur Spears; chatting and munching on a sandwich, when a few of the girls from my freshman class wandered into the tent and approached us.

"Hi, Aubrey," Chelsea Bush gushed a second before the other two, Joy Tempter, (Allen's sister) and Mora Willingly, offered similar greetings.

I noticed that they hadn't greeted Will or Arthur at all, just acknowledged them with curt, practiced nods.

Using the good manners instilled in me by my mother, I offered the girls a drink of soda, which they graciously accepted.

"Nice," Mora said after taking a sip.

I was thinking the same thing myself, only I wasn't thinking about the drink.

"I don't think I know you," she said, and followed with, "I mean, sure, I've seen you around school and all, but we've never met."

"I'm Aubrey," I told her.

"Oh, I know that," she said like a doo-doo, and the other girls tittered giddily.

One by one, Will and Arthur wandered off, leaving me alone with the girls.

"And you must be Joy," I said to the perky brunette with the dazzling smile, and followed my instincts by reaching out and running my fingertips down her forearm.

Her eyes widened in pleased surprise, and I knew that Krista Marie had been right when she'd told me that this was a sensual area that was permissible to touch without being reproached by a woman.

Joy kept the smile on her face, although I discerned a momentary confusion on her part as to who was actually in control.

"What was that you just did?" she asked.

"I touched your arm. Did I offend you?"

"No, do ... do it again!"

I ran my fingers down the length of her arm and felt a slight tremor.

"Joy, what's he doing?" Chelsea asked, full of curiosity. Mora leaned over Chelsea's shoulder to see what was going on.

"He's touching my arm and its ... kinda weird."

"Weird? Touching your arm? Hey, Aubrey, touch my arm. I want to see," Chelsea said.

"Mine too," Mora chimed in. "Mine too."

I obliged them in turn, taking my time about traversing each arm, making certain they were tingling before lifting my fingers away from them.

"Wow!" Mora gasped.

"That's something all right," Chelsea said emphatically.

"Got any other spots I'd like to feel you touch?"

Mora said, and immediately bit her lip on realizing how dumb she must have sounded.

I didn't laugh like the others did. I didn't even crack a smile. Instead, I waited until Chelsea and Joy stopped laughing and then said, "To answer your question, Mora, yes, there are a couple other places I know of."

Joy and Chelsea started giggling, while Mora flushed a bright red.

"I didn't mean those places, girls."

"Oh, yeah," Joy snapped, "we know. You're just like all the other guys, wanting to get into our pants."

"I said I didn't mean those ... erotic places, Joy. I meant it."

The girls exchanged glances with one another. I thought they were about to run away from me.

"So, um, where are these ... other places, Aubrey?" Mora inquired with a pixyish grin. 

Surprising the hell out of me. 

I looked around, and said, "I can't really show you all here. People would get the wrong idea. We'd have to go someplace more private."

"We could go to my house," Joy said. "My mother works until six." (It was just 3:15.)

"What about your father?" I asked.

"Oh, he's in England on business."

"Sounds good to me," I said and looked to the other girls.

"I'd love to go, but my Mom's meeting me here in fifteen minutes," Chelsea said, rolling her eyes at the thought of being left behind and missing the fun or whatever was going to happen.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Mora staring at me. But she turned away when I turned towards her. 

The next thing I knew we were walking to Joy's house, some six blocks away. I learned that Mora lived two doors down from Joy, and that her mother was "always' home.

Once inside, I made myself comfortable, sitting on the couch in the living room. Joy got us all Cokes and then joined Mora and me on the couch.

Neither of the girls had seemed threatened by the other. This caused me to wonder if they had experimented together before. We talked about school and various personalities, both celebrities and fellow schoolmates. 

As we talked, I began gently rubbing my leg along the back of Joy's. She responded by sliding her calf over my shin.

Testing the waters still further, I repeated the action with Mora using my other leg, and was pleased to get the same response from her. My dick began to swell as I thought of the many possibilities before us.

Finishing my Coke with a flourish, I leaned forward, put the can down on the coffee table and placed a hand on their legs just above the knee.

"Whoa!" Mora yelped. "Here he goes, Joy."

"He said he had some places that would make us feel good," Joy replied, not certain if she too should be protesting.

"Yeah, but look where his hands are," Mora said defensively.

"I haven't done anything wrong, have I?" I said innocently, but nonetheless rubbing both their thighs through the flimsy material of their dresses.

"Not yet you haven't. But I see where this is going," Joy said, joining Mora in a mutual protest of my actions. "Aubrey, we're both virgins, and we intend to stay that way!"

I decided to protest. "I don't know what you two are talking about. But," I said, turning to look Joy right in the eye, "I think you need to be kissed."

Her eyes widened as I moved in and lightly brushed her lips with mine. She gasped as I pulled back and stared into her eyes, daring her to say she was offended. When she said nothing, I allowed my eyes to descend to her mouth and slowly, delicately, kissed her again as if we had all the time in the world.

It seemed longer, but was probably only a few seconds before Joy threw herself into the kiss, seeking even more contact. When her mouth opened, I managed to allow the tip of my tongue to touch hers before ending the kiss.

Then I turned and reached for Mora, who had been an eager onlooker. I hugged her to me at first, noting that her breasts had yet to develop, and stared into her eyes as they slowly closed while she closed the distance between us.

We kissed, and my hands grazed over her shoulders and then her neck before pulling away. Her eyes opened, and I smiled at her. She was starting to return the smile when I kissed her again and then again, before turning back to Joy.

Joy was watching and waiting for me. She moved quickly into my embrace, her half opened mouth awaiting the arrival of my tongue. It was a longer kiss, and she was sucking my tongue into her mouth before we finished.

And, as I shifted position to return to Mora, Joy chirped, "He used his tongue, Mora."

It turned out that Mora was adept at using her tongue as well, and as the kiss progressed, I took the opportunity to move my hand up and around her just budding breast.

A long, thin string of saliva clung to our lips as we parted, causing all three of us to break out in nervous laughter. But no one said a word. Joy was impatiently waiting her kiss, and we entered it eagerly, tongues dueling over each other's teeth and gums. She was the first to actually moan, and I moved quickly to grope her breast, eliciting another, longer moan from her.

After the kiss, I hugged of them to me, and began to gently probe for their nipples through the dresses and bras they wore.

"Do you trust me?" I asked as I teased their nipples into an aroused state.

"Trust you in what way?" asked Joy, who chose to ignore my fingers tweaking her stiffening bud.

"That I'm not about to take your virginity."

"I don't know that for certain," she replied.

Mora chimed in with, "Look at what you've already done."

"All right," I said, "If you want me to stop, just say so. I mean either of you; say the word, stop, and I will. You have my word on it."

"Oh, yeah! hey, Mora, we have his word," Joy said sarcastically.

"I haven't heard you say it," I replied, giving her nipple an extra tweak in retaliation.

"Tell me something about yourself that we don't know?" Mora said, as she squirmed against my thigh.

"Okay. I'm not a virgin."

"You're not?" Joy blurted. Obviously this admission came as a surprise to them.

There was a gleam in her eyes as Mora asked, "Who did you do it with?"

"I won't say. But it was more than one, I'll say that."

"Was it someone in our class?" Mora persisted.

"No. In fact, two of them are..." I paused, wanting to be sure that I phrased it just right, and added with a flourish, " ... older women."

Both girls gasped. Neither had expected that answer. They looked at each other, and then Joy said, "How much older?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm not at liberty to say."

"Why not?" Mora asked.

"Would you want me talking about you and what's happened this afternoon?"

"No, of course not, but ... oh!" she replied, finally seeing the light of my reasoning.

Throughout the entire conversation, I had maintained myself by continuing to play with their breasts. Neither girl had yet protested.




Handsome Ch. 05



"Shall we continue to move along with what we were doing?" I asked.

I could see each girl trying to guess the others answer, perhaps concerned that if she should turn me down, the other would accept, thereby losing her opportunity with me.

"I suppose..." Mora offered.

"Yeah, I guess," Joy said, following Mora's lead.

"Good," I said, and then arranged them shoulder to shoulder in front of me.

I gave each of their outer thighs a gentle squeeze, and said, "Slip off your panties and give them to me."

"What!" Mora exclaimed. "Are you crazy?"

Joy had her hands in her lap as if to prevent my attempting to remove them for her.

"C'mon, girls," I said plaintively, looking them in the eye. Joy couldn't meet my stare. Mora did for a short time and then said, "You've gone too far, Aubrey. We're not going to do it."

"I'm not going to force you to do anything. But, please listen to me. I've given you both a word to use to make me stop. The word, of course is 'stop.' I haven't heard either of you use it. That tells me you want to continue. Is it that you're afraid that if you do, the other won't, and that word will spread about what's happened?"

Mora gave an almost imperceptible nod. Joy bit her lip.

"Remember the word is 'stop.' Either of you can use it. It doesn't matter who uses it. I will stop. Now you haven't used it, so I want the two of you to lift your dresses up."

I was pleasantly surprised that my persistence was paying off, for both Joy and Mora were raising their dresses.

"Higher please," I said.

"How much?" Joy inquired nervously.

"Enough that I can see your panties."

"Oh!" Mora exclaimed, but raised her dress even higher and I could now see the crotch of her white panties.

"Joy?" I said pushing her.

"Oh, fudge!" she pouted, as she stood up and hiked her dress to her waist. She wore a lovely pale yellow panty, and I told her so.

To my surprise, she took this as a great compliment, and I realized that one of her fears was that I would make fun of her underwear. 

I gave each of them a quick kiss, and then another. Soon we were all on the floor, a tangle of arms and legs as I varied my kisses between them, making some long and some short.

Both girls were breathing heavily, and busied themselves shoving their respective tongues down my throat. My hands groped and tweaked their budding nipples. Neither complained, in fact, they let me know in no uncertain terms they liked what I was doing.

I took a calculated risk, and used my knee to part Joy's thighs. It wasn't difficult. Then I let my free hand creep up the fleshy inner thigh to the edge of her yellow panties.

She let out a soft moan of satisfaction.

I repeated the process with Mora. She made it slightly more difficult to achieve my objective, but just when she thought I was going to give up, she relented and my hand went right to her vagina.

"Remember the word," I whispered, and slowly ran each hand over their respective cunts.

Joy began humping my hand, obviously wanting more.

Mora had a luxuriant growth of bushy pubic hair that was spongy and resilient against my fingers. I ventured under Joy's yellow underpants and found her pubic hair much finer and damp. My index finger slipped rather easily inside her as she moaned contentedly.

I held off entering Mora for the time being; content to just rub the surface of her thick outer lips. She was purring like a kitten.

I kissed her, softly, allowing her to add the urgency to our kiss, and when her tongue was going wild in my mouth, I sent a finger straight into her with no preamble.

"HUH!" she gasped, and immediately hunched back and forth on my digit. Breaking off the kiss, I murmured, "Good girl," into her ear and began stroking my finger in and out.

"Me! Me!" Joy moaned, and I kissed her as I had Mora. Only she wasn't about to let me end the kiss. Her hand joined mine at her crotch, and I couldn't believe that this heretofore innocent had added her finger to mine in her cunt.

Moments later, Joy came, or at least had a small orgasm, causing us to end our kiss. I turned to Mora. Her eyes were wide with wonder and excitement. I took my hand from Joy's pussy and brought it to my mouth. Both girls' eyes were riveted to it. I coated the finger with my saliva and lowered my hand to Mora's waiting pussy.

She was humping it before it touched her. I sent it into her and was welcomed with a heat I don't believe I've felt the likes of before or since. I added another finger that she accepted with a soft grunt, and I began to finger her to a roaring, shuddering climax.

A few short kisses later, both girls lay still, dampened with their own perspiration, eagerly awaiting my next move. I was about to introduce them to my dick when I caught a glimpse of the time from the clock on the mantle. We had thirty minutes to clean ourselves and the room before Joy's mother arrived.

Both Mora and Joy did exactly as I told them and we were all composed with ten minutes to spare. 

"I had better scoot," I told them.

They began to protest, but I shushed them, telling them that it was better that I not be there when Joy's mother got there.

"Let's plan on where we can get together again," I said.

They looked at me helplessly. Obviously they were currently incapable of any planning whatsoever.

"Tomorrow at three, my house?" I said, and waited for their reply.

They answered together. "Okay, address?"

I gave them my phone number, asking that they call first and then provided my address. They knew damn well they would be losing their cherries the following day.

As I went through the door, I heard Mora say, "Chelsea's gonna die when we tell her!"



Handsome Ch. 06



Chapter 6

A Three Cherry Afternoon

The following day at school, I took great pains to avoid the girls. They searched me out following the first period.

"Aubrey!" Mora called out before I could disappear around a corner. I stopped and waited.

She ran up to me breathing heavily. "Where have you been? We've been looking everywhere for you. Joy's over at the Gym, and Chelsea's hovering around the Principal's office."

"The Principal's office? Why?"

"We couldn't find you in any of the classrooms so we split up to better cover campus," she huffed, apparently pleased at having gotten it all out in one sentence."

"Are ... are we still on for this afternoon?"

"Sure, I'd have let you know otherwise. I don't make a date and cancel for no reason, Mora."

"Me and Joy invited Chelsea to come with us. I hope that's okay with you?"

"The more the merrier," I grinned. "Um, you told her what went on?"

She nodded vigorously.

"And ... she's okay with it?"

"She said to tell you that she won't be wearing any underwear!" Mora then broke into an uncontrollable giggle. I looked on with growing embarrassment along with a growing erection. I was reminded that I had not gotten any the day before. That would not be the case this afternoon, I vowed.

Then both Chelsea and Joy came running up to us.

"Girls," I said quietly, but firmly. "Do you want the whole school to know what's going on?"

"No!" they blurted in tandem.

"Well, knock this stuff off. I'll see you at my house around three. My mom's out until six."

Seemingly chastised, all three trudged off in the opposite direction. But as they put distance between us, I noticed a spring come into their steps, and soon they were running giddily down the corridor until halted by Mr. Stevens, the assistant principal.  ________________________________________

I arrived home a scant ten minutes before the girls, who arrived together. I had sold my mother on going to a movie with her girlfriend Greta. It was a double feature starring Paul Newman, whom both women adored. They would happily sit through both films. 

The girls stood nervously in the foyer, until I had them sit separately in the three easy chairs I had placed at various points in the room. Actually, I only moved the one chair, it being next to its twin, and I wanted space between the young ladies.

"Here are today's ground rules, ladies," I said and saw them hanging on my every word. "Chelsea, you weren't here yesterday. So I'll start off with you, and hopefully bring you up to date before resuming the lesson with Mora and Joy."

"Oh, goody!" Chelsea giggled.

"We'll start with a kiss, and see how it goes from there. I'm told you know what happened yesterday. Is that right?"

"Yes!" she chirped giddily. I wondered how she'd sound when I tapped my dick against her lips just before I had her suck me off. 

Of the three, Chelsea had the best body, edging out Mora by a hair. Joy's breasts had yet to develop, although her nipples, when aroused, stood out a tad more than Mora's. On the other hand, Mora's smallish, pear-shaped breasts almost filled my mouth.

Moving to Chelsea's chair, I helped her up and sat down, pulling her onto my lap.

"Ready for that first kiss?" I asked.

"It's gonna curl your pussy hairs, Chelsea," Mora yelped, and she and Joy erupted into gales of laughter.

"Don't let them get to you, Chelsea, if you want me to stop ... and I mean at anytime, just say 'stop.' It's your safe word. You say 'stop' and I will absolutely stop. Understand?"

She glanced at Mora who was nodding in assurance, and a moment later, she nodded her agreement to the terms I had set for her.

I allowed my lips to brush lightly against hers. She shivered with excitement, and I heard either Joy or Mora say, "Good thing we practiced with her last night."

And the other responded with, "Mmm, remember how she shrieked when you tongued her?"

"But after a while there was no stopping her. Isn't that funny?"

"Well, once you get a taste of sweet tongue there's no going back."

I never found out who said what, but I had just been given a wealth of information, and I silently thanked the both of them.

Chelsea's arms clung together around my neck. I kissed her lightly again, this time allowing my tongue to trail along across her bottom lip as our lips pressed a little closer together.

"Mmm," I moaned into her cheek. "What a fresh, minty breath you have."

She sighed and pressed her breasts into me. I wrapped my fingers in her hair and shifted to one side as our mouths began to mash against one another.

"Open your mouth," I whispered into her ear when we parted ever so briefly. Of course she did just that and I let my tongue flick against her lips, first the upper and then the lower, before I repeated the action, Chelsea's tongue came out to play with mine. We exchanged a series of flickering kisses like bumblebees at a flower.

Then Chelsea astounded me, shifting all the way to one side of the chair. Almost tipping it, she leaned back, lifted her left leg over my head to the other side of my body. There was a kind of glazed expression on her face. 

I caught a quick view of Joy's face. She appeared to be astonished at what Chelsea was doing. That made two of us.

Her skirt was riding high, and she was not wearing any panties!

She kissed me harder than before and ground herself into me. She had to feel my swollen dick where it resided against my thigh, and it didn't seem to bother her. On the contrary, she seemed to be going after it, and I wondered if it would be her or me taking it out for the first time with these girls.

I snuck a look at Mora and Joy. They had their arms around one another, and their eyes were locked on what Chelsea was doing to me.

It occurred to me that Chelsea's pussy was clearly observable to them, at least part of the time. I lost track of what was going on for a moment because Chelsea began to hump outrageously against my groin.

I remember kissing her everywhere I could reach with my mouth; her lips, cheeks, jaw, neck and the hollow of her throat.

We were both moaning passionately. I was convinced at that moment that I would be fucking Chelsea before the others and really didn't care.

I recall tearing the buttons of her blouse open, but not ripping any of them off, as I listened with a third ear to the rapid beat of her heart before realizing that the annoying noise I was hearing was that of my own breathing.

I recall wondering if her bra opened from the front or the back, and silently thanked my Aunt Nicole for teaching me the rudiments of both. As it happened, the bra opened easily ... from the back, and her nicely developed breasts popped into view.

I pounced on the closest one, chewing the engorged nipple while listening to her moans of satisfaction.

Glancing over at Mora, I saw that Joy had joined her on the chair and was opening her blouse and probing with excited fingers to release Mora's just budding breasts.

'An orgy, ' I thought. 'We'll have ourselves a fucking orgy!'

"Show it to me!" I heard as if off in the distance, and realized Chelsea wanted me to take my dick out.

I struggled briefly to find the appropriate position to accomplish the act, and when it sprang into view, had the pleasure of hearing all three of them gasp at its size.

"Look what you did to me, Chelsea!" I exclaimed, wanting to elicit comments from all three if possible.

Looking down, Chelsea said in a very small voice, "My God! I didn't think I could do that!" "Stand up!" Joy yelled from across the room. "I can't see it all."

I obliged her, as Mora yelped, "He'll never get that thing in me!"

"Ladies," I said, slowly and clearly. "Before we're finished, I promise it will have been in each of you."

"No way!" Mora yelped. "You'll tear me apart!"

"You're getting carried away, Mora. Remember yesterday when I gave you the safe word?" She nodded.

"It still works. But to help assure you that it won't tear you up, I'll have you coming so much that you'll demand that I put it in you, and I will. And it won't hurt ... well, the hymen will hurt when it tears, but every girl goes through that. And that only hurts momentarily then the pleasure is so great you'll have forgotten any inconvenience."

"You make it sound like child-birth," Chelsea said.

I noticed she had both hands wrapped around my dick, and I smiled at her.

"It is, but a lot less painful."

I decided to concentrate on Chelsea, taking her nipple between thumb and index finger and rubbing it slowly, applying an ever increasing pressure that I measured by the intensity of her moans. Joy slid from the chair she was in with Mora and knelt before me.

"Yes?" I inquired gently of her as Chelsea continued to moan from my stretching the nipple to its furthest limit.

"Can I kiss it?"

"Yes, Joy. Please kiss it. Suck it a little too if you like."

"Mmm," she murmured and placed a wet kiss on the tip.

Mora remained seated, watching our every move like a hawk.

"Chelsea?" I whispered huskily in the girl's ear. "Huh?" she answered, hazily.

"I'm going to finger you now. Are you ready for me?"

"Oh ... I'm more than ready, Aubrey."

As my middle finger sloshed into her wetness, I felt her shudder. Joy's mouth descended upon my cockhead at the same time, causing me to groan. I permitted my thumb to graze against the side of Chelsea's clit and she gave a violent heave as if to throw me off, and then an instant later, seized me by the arm intent on keeping my fingers in place.

"Feels good, huh?"

"Yesssss!" she hissed, rocking her pelvis into my thrusting finger.

Joy popped the head of my dick from her mouth and gave it a long, lollipop like lick."

"Yes," she replied, evidently thinking I had asked the question of her.

"Give me another kiss, Chelsea," I said, and she turned her head to meet my mouth and tongue, devouring my tongue by closing her teeth upon it.

This young thing had a flair for the erotic that was for sure.

Joy was attempting to get more of my dick into her mouth, but it wasn't going to happen. I was too thick for her small oval opening. I hoped that I wouldn't have a similar problem when I ventured down below. Aunt Nicole had assured me that women had a great deal of elasticity there, and I had no reason not to believe her.

Suddenly, Chelsea rolled over on her back and spread her legs over the arms of the chair. "Fuck me!" she groaned.

That plaintive demand set several things in motion around the room. There was the musky scent rising from between her legs, and the sight of Mora crawling across the room toward us ... naked.

Not to mention, Joy was now feverishly lapping at my balls and fingering herself.

"Rub my clit." Chelsea croaked.

"Suck my hole!" Mora pleaded, having reached the three of us, and laid back exposing her fleshy cunt to me by holding it open, and so peeling it away from the thick black bush that all but hid it from view.

"Mora, you know I'm doing Chelsea first," I said, trying to placate the over-heated teen.

"Do us both!" she spat out, reaching out to grab my arm.

"And what about Joy?" having to shout to be heard. This was turning into a disaster.

"Fuck her!" Mora yelled defiantly.

"Fuck me? Fuck you!" Joy responded, ready to pounce upon her friend.

Extricating myself from the tangle of arms and legs that were wrapped around me, I stood and glared down at the three girls.

"Now listen," I said, loudly and as sternly as I could manage. "This is out of control. I welcome any ... usable suggestions as to how to continue. But let's have some order before we start breaking up the furniture."

I caught a glimpse of myself in the wall mirror across the room. My dick was pointing at the ceiling. Quite frankly, I thought I looked ridiculous. Evidently the three girls felt other-wise.

"Joy, I pick you to be with first. Mora, you're next and I'm saving the best for last. That's you, Chelsea"

"Now, let's move it into my bedroom. Everybody get naked ... if you aren't all ready."

To my surprise, there was no protest, and all three meekly followed me into my room. I gently pushed Joy down and guided her to the center of my bed.

"Each of you gets at least one climax," I told them in no uncertain terms. "Whatever happens after is up to you."

Then I literally fell upon Joy's lithe form and kissed her hard. In the background I heard a distinct gasp from Chelsea. I gave Joy's clit a tentative stroke and she pushed her hips at my hand and kept thrusting. I inhaled the musky fragrance coming from her steaming pussy, and leaned down to taste her.

"Gawd!" I heard one of the others moan, "He's going down on her!" That had to be Chelsea again; Mora would have been expecting it.

Ignoring them, I concentrated my efforts on Joy's delightful cunt, licking her salaciously back and forth, and drawing a long moan from her.

"Breathe," I told her firmly, for she seemed to have stopped, and I didn't want her turning blue in front of the others.

She took a breath and then another and I returned to her sopping love nest.

Soon I discovered that when I sucked her clit in a certain manner it really got her going more than any other moves I put to her. I established a light rhythm with it, knowing not to treat it roughly, and had her mashing her hot pussy into my face, while holding my head against her with both hands.

She was moaning and writhing when I felt her body stiffen.

"Oh, Jeez ... I think ... I'm cumming!" and she started that all too familiar spasm that a good climax produces.

I sucked furiously on her snatch until she went limp. When I attempted to pry my face from between her legs her juices had congealed to the point that I had to peel my face away from her body.

I sat up and looked at her body. Her legs were spread wide, her pussy was bright red and swollen, and her breathing was coming in gasps. Pushing away from her I heard Mora say, "Jesus, look at his cock. It's huge!"

I savored the moment and then signaled for Mora to join me.

She scampered over to the bed and hopped up, taking care not to disturb the almost comatose Joy.

I glanced over at Chelsea to see how she was handling the situation and found her with both hands between her legs, masturbating.

A warm, wet mouth closed down on the crown of my erection and I realized that Mora had started without me. Well, not exactly without me. I turned back to her in time to see her hot mouth slide down about three inches, making a total of four in her mouth. Her mouth was stretched to what seemed the breaking point, although I knew it wasn't. Still, it was a very impressive sight, and did wonders for my ego.

I found myself moaning happily as one of her hands fondled my balls and the other held my dick to her mouth. My hands instinctively moved down and rubbed her hair as she sucked vigorously on my cock. My hips started moving as I started to fuck her mouth.

She moaned and then removed it from her mouth, and still holding it tightly in her hand, began licking it like a lollipop.

Before she replaced it back in her mouth, Mora admonished me, not to cum in her mouth.

"I won't, I promise," I said, and meant it. Mora looked at me with her doe-like eyes and said, "I really want to make you cum with my mouth, just not in it. I can't stand the thought of your stuff going down my throat."

She gripped me by the root of my dick with her small hand and squeezed. I groaned, signifying that what she was doing was a pleasurable enough experience. She grinned up at me and tossed her hair back with a rambunctious move of her head. "I want to concentrate my first time doing this," she said after kissing the hole in the tip. "What should I do?"

"Kiss it. Lick it," I managed to breathe, "And whenever you're ready, just kind of slip it into your mouth -- suck it in the way you would suck in a piece of spaghetti."

All three girls began giggling when Mora batted her eyes at me and said, "Some piece of spaghetti!"

But seconds later she turned her head at an angle, leaned forward and kissed the side of my cock. She did it again and then again, moving up and down the length. She tried variations, letting the tip of her tongue part her lips and twirl lightly against my dick, and/or doing little lip-nibbles along the underside.

"That looks so hot!" Chelsea whispered to Joy, but I heard every syllable.

I felt the sticky juices running out of Mora's pussy onto my leg. She was possibly more excited that me at the moment.

"Mora," I whispered at her ear, "I can tell you like it. Tell me, what is it you like best?"

"I like how hard and hot it feels, and I really like the way it kind of jumps and jerks when I make it feel good."

Then she raised her head and kissed the glans. Her lips opened slightly and her tongue began moving slowly on the sensitive flesh. Her eyelids were slowly closing, and her little ass moved as she shifted her hips in restless abandonment.

"Jeez," Chelsea whimpered her own excitement barely containable. "Where did she learn to do that?"

"Maybe she practiced on a banana," Joy replied recalling the afternoon the two of them had done exactly that.

Mora slowly absorbed another inch of my thick salami, sucking hard all the time. I thought my balls were going to melt. This girl had a real talent for this stuff.

She managed another inch before starting to gag and backed off, a strange expression in her eyes, a kind of bafflement as to her inability to accept more of my meat down her tonsils.

Mora let the head of my dick come out of her mouth with an audible "pop" before looking up at me. Her face was a study in lust.

"I'm sorry, I can't get it all in, Aubrey," she whimpered, like a girl who knew she'd been bad and expected to be punished.

"Don't be sorry," I said kindly and caressed her cheek. "You're doing great."

"I am?"

I placed my palm on the crown of her head, guiding her back into position.

"More please?"

Her eyes slowly closed and then reopened, halfway. "I love sucking it. I just wish I could swallow it all."

Those words made my dick jerk so violently that the other two girls screamed.

"You'll gag if you try to force things," I told her.

"I know," she said, the resentment of that fact hanging heavily in her words.

I watched her lick the tip of my dick. Holding me securely in her fist, she looked over her shoulder at the others and said, "You have to try this; it's terrific." Then she was sucking frantically and fondling my balls in a very skillful fashion.

Mora popped me from her mouth to say, "I've cum a couple times already and I think I'm gonna cum big soon."

"That's wonderful, Mora. You cum as often as you want."

"Mmmm, you know..." she said with me half in, half out of her mouth, "you can cum in my mouth. I don't care anymore."

"All right," I croaked, steeling myself to prevent an immediate ejaculation.

"I mean, what should I do?" she said holding me against her mouth. "Should I keep sucking, until you finish and then swallow, or what?"

"When I cum, take me out of your mouth. I'm almost there. I'm gonna cum a lot. I seriously doubt you can handle it all. So take some and swallow, or spit it out. It doesn't really matter. Let the rest go on your tits and try not to let it get in your eyes. It burns."

"It burns?" Chelsea said, repeating my words. "How do you know that?"

"Someone told me," I lied. I had seen it in a porno film, but I wasn't giving up all my secrets.

"I could suck you all day," she murmured and returned her mouth to my cock. She did what she'd done before, but this time she didn't release my dick on the upstroke. Instead, she suddenly began bobbing her head, sucking furiously and noisily. The other girls, seemingly fascinated by her performance, moved in and stood next to the bed.




Handsome Ch. 06



Then Joy, unable to restrain herself, hopped up on the bed next to us and put her face against Mora's.

I heard Mora giggle, but all she did was slow down and exaggerate her fellating for the others benefit. She took me from her mouth and slapped me against her lips, and then her face. And with an impish shriek, she slapped Joy on the cheek with it before attacking me by nibbling on my glans and all around the corona.

Joy remained in place despite being slapped by my cock, which kind of surprised me. I would learn in time that nothing a woman in heat does should surprise me.

Mora must have sensed I was ready and quit nibbling to furiously move her head around at different angles. I was in heaven, and when she cupped my balls I began to cum.

"Here I..." was all I managed to say before the first jet caromed against her tonsils.

Mora tightened her lips and her baby-fat cheeks hollowed as she sucked and swallowed, until remembering my caution about letting the remainder of my load shoot onto her body. But instead of doing that, she directed my cock at Joy, who caught the next jet in the middle of her forehead, with some spattering into her left eye.

"Damn, it does burn!' she yelled, rubbing her eye.

I was already laughing, although still coming, as was Mora. Chelsea stood there, a look of amazement on her face.

As my dick began to soften, Mora took the opportunity to get more of me into her mouth, using her tongue to flip it from one side of her mouth to the other.

Suddenly, she ejected me, almost spitting me out and then, with a cat-ate-the-canary grin, she placed a hand around the back of Joy's neck and brought the girl to my cock, and commanded her to suck it.

And she did - licking and sucking me clean. This was the girl who couldn't get her mouth around me earlier, but now that I was in a more flaccid state she managed quite well. It augured well for the future.

Afterward I held both girls in my arms and even made room for Chelsea to join us.

Mora nuzzled into my neck and murmured, "I did pretty good, huh?"

"You were wonderful. And you know what made it even better?"

"Um-um," she hummed into my neck.

"I could tell you were enjoying it."

She pulled her head back and looked at me. "I really did. I liked the silky feeling of your thingy and how hard and thick you were, and how I couldn't get you all into my mouth. You're like gigantic ... really gigantic."

She was caught up in a deluge of thoughts about it and kept going. "And how Joy couldn't even get her mouth around you earlier ... and I thought ... after you came that maybe now that you weren't all that hard she might ... and she did! Right, Joy? You were able to suck on him, right?"

Joy nodded, and I knew I had to return to action, as there were two ladies waiting, and patiently at that. ________________________________________

"Let me try something," I said, rolling off the bed.

"You can try anything, Aubrey," Mora said.

"Thank you, Mora, but you've had your turn. I have two ladies here who have been remarkably patient with me. I glanced at the clock on my dresser. "Besides, we only have an hour and a half."

"You said three hours!" Joy protested.

"We do have three hours, but we'll need at least a half hour to get the place in order and get dressed before my mother gets here. And if you're all here when she does, you had better have every hair in place, makeup on and be sitting primly in the living room, with angelic looks on your faces. "All three were smiling at me.

"I'm sorry," Mora said, "You're absolutely right. Now come on, do us, and maybe I'll get to go again."

"Okay, Joy and Chelsea, sit up on the side of the bed."

They were quick to comply and I reached out with both hands and gently pushed them onto their backs.

"I'm going down on both of you," I told them. Both squealed with excitement.

Joy's eyes were unfocused. Chelsea couldn't stop blinking. I suspect it was a nervous condition. I placed Joy's right hand between her legs and whispered, "Time for you to start. I'll be back to you shortly, I promise."

"Please, don't make me wait," she said beseechingly, although her hand was already delving along the damp, matted hairs covering her cunt.

I leaned down and kissed her soft, pliant mouth. It opened and I sent my tongue in to meet hers. She may not have fucked anyone before, but she sure had some practicing kissing as she savored the kiss as much as I did. When I finally broke it off, I started kissing the line of her jaw, then her ears before breaking away to reach out for Chelsea.

We kissed, but all too briefly as her hand went to the back of my head and guided my mouth to her ripening tits. As I kissed and licked them I found them unbelievably sweet and vulnerable.

Her skin was smooth and very, very firm. Her nipples were hot and when she felt me take one into my mouth, she gasped and pulled my face down fiercely onto her young boob.

I busied myself sucking and chewing on each breast in turn, causing an unending string of whimpering from her. My left hand moved over her belly, caressing her abdomen, hips and thighs. 

She was short enough that I could easily reach all the way down her constantly moving legs to her taut calves. And when my fingertips trailed up the inside of one quivering thigh, she gasped loudly, and hunched down at my hand.

I pulled my hand away and sent it to Joy's breast, catching her completely off-guard.

"C'mon, c'mon, touch me ... Joy moaned." Make me get over!"

My lips followed the trail blazed by my wandering hand. I nursed on Joy as I had with Chelsea, finding Joy's breasts less developed, but seemingly just as sweet in taste. Joy was not afraid to show me what she wanted, although I knew what that was as well as her. She had both hands on my head, fingers twined in my hair, tugging me - and not all that gently — so that my lips descended first on one hip, then the other. 

I snuck a look at Chelsea and caught her fingering herself, eyes closed and mouth murmuring a silent prayer of thanks.

I sent my tongue gliding down to the unlined crease of Joy's thigh and traced it almost to her pussy. Her pubic hair was nowhere as thick as Mora's, or as free of hair as Chelsea's. Her fragrance was delectable, clean and rich. She opened her thighs wider, and tried to trap my head between them. I had to use both hands to hold them apart as I repositioned myself between her legs, belly down and ready for lunch.

"I haven't deserted you, Chelsea, honey. I'll be right back to you," I said, meaning it. But double-duty was beginning to take its toll.

I blew softly across Joy's tightly pressed lips, causing her to scream elatedly at the same time she attempted to drag my mouth onto her. I let her win the tug of war, only because that was my destination anyway.

Once I started, she kept moaning, "Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!"

So I flicked the tip of my tongue around and around the compressed lips of her fledgling cunt, unhurriedly drawing the spirals in. And when I flattened my tongue against her cunt and licked upward at a snail's pace, she began humping at me and grunting rhythmically.

I reached out with my free hand and caressed Chelsea's thigh, venturing down to her almost hairless twat and elicited a magnificent groan of want from her. At almost the same moment, a hot mouth closed down over my cock. 

Mora was going to try to blow me while I satisfied the other girls. This had really turned into a three ring circus.

I brought Joy's clit into play, flicking it twice in succession. And when I sucked her little trigger into my mouth, she whimpered, and came.

She came really hard, grinding her pelvic bone into my chin. Acting quickly, I deserted Chelsea for the moment and buried both hands under Joy's ass. I then raised her up to my mouth and allowed my tongue to range every square inch of her cunt.

She came and came again. She was yelling, then moaning, but it was unintelligible. I stopped when my jaw felt like it was going to seize up. But before leaving her for Chelsea, the ever patient, unbelievably patient, Chelsea, I had one step left in finishing Joy off.

Yanking my hands out from under her ass with remarkably little ceremony, I sent my index finger to the entrance of her tight little cunt hole. This took a minute, for I had to be extremely careful with her even in her relaxed state. I began licking at her entrance, trying to pry it open with my tongue.

She was still shuddering from her massive climax and allowed me access to her unbelievably wet portal, and slowly, ever so slowly, I managed to work my index finger into her.

Her cunt clenched on my finger and she emitted a soft scream of pleasure as she rammed her hips down onto the digit. She immediately started a fucking motion, pausing ever few seconds as another orgasm racked her body. I moved the fingertip inside her; put my other hand on her abdomen, just above her sparkly haired pubis. Then pushed down with the hand and felt the swollen, pulsing bundle of nerves on the upper part of her cunt with the inserted finger -- and began massaging.

"OH SHIT!" she screamed, and then what must have been uncontrollable spasms of pleasure apparently wracked her small body. Her scream was suddenly muffled as Chelsea slammed a pillow over her face. Obviously I had located her G-spot, and I continued massaging it while awaiting the results of my action.

Aunt Nicole had told me this was the greatest thrill for any woman, but I had not brought anyone to a climax massaging it. I had had problems locating it for one, and then when I had found it, I had rushed the rubbing and made my partner sensitive enough to have to call it off. I waited patiently for the spasms to end, and when they did, had some difficulty in extracting my finger.

Joy lay tense and shuddering as an occasional spasm continued to rip through her. Eventually, she shoved the pillow from her face. There was a small spot of blood on her lower lip where she had bitten through the skin.

I realized that Mora was still sucking on my cock, now hardened to steel. Gently, I pried it from between her tightly clenched lips, murmuring, "It's Chelsea's turn, sweetheart." Joy's lips moved but no words came out. Finally, she gulped and exclaimed," No one ever told me it could be that good!"

"You came a lot," I said with a grin.

"I'm still coming. Can we go again?"

I placed my finger to my lips, and for the first time realized that they were somewhat bruised and said, "Now Chelsea gets to cum, do I need to hang a 'Do Not Disturb' sign out?"

She began to laugh, and I heard Mora join her from the floor next to the bed.

"Now, off the bed with you; you two can watch, but leave us alone, understand?"

They both gave me a weak sounding, "Yes." I turned to the waiting Chelsea and said, "Your wish is my desire, what shall it be?"

"Can you fuck me?" she said.

"I like a girl who knows what she wants," I said in return, and promptly pulled her into my arms and kissed her.

"Chelsea," I said, needing to know, "Have you shaved your pussy?" There was hardly a trace of hair on her pubes, although her labia were red and swollen. I leaned down and kissed her cunt and discovered her clit fully engorged and protruding out from its normal hooded hiding place.

"Well," she replied, I thought about it, but I don't really have much to shave. Besides, I worried about nicking myself badly enough to prevent you from doing me."

I kissed the inside of her fleshy thigh.

"Is it ... will it fit?" she asked, raising her head to look down between her widely splayed legs. There was an excitement in her eyes and a worried expression on her freckled face. I put the head of my cock against her flesh and the fat lipped labia parted easily enough. With most of my dick resting against her stomach, I reached down and slid a finger over her folds and she shook again.

"Get in me, please," she whispered, eyes closing, legs opening and raising toward me.

I leaned over her and guided my prick to the vulnerable sleek little slit, and suddenly realized that she was going to be really tight; that I might do serious damage to her because of my size. I felt the burning heat emanating from her love furnace. Her pinkish orifice was snug, but as I pressed into the tight opening its elastic properties expanded enough to engulf the tip of my cock with a delightful, moist heat.

"I'll stop when ... if you want me to, Chelsea," I groaned. It was an empty promise. I knew, at this point I had to be in her, I had to fuck her. I was too far gone from getting the others off.

Chelsea began swiveling those narrow hips of hers attempting to screw her cunt onto my dick. And when her legs went around my waist, and she started humping herself up at me, I went for it, and worked with her. With my hand under her tautly upturned behind, I pressed into her even as she squirmed against me, forcing me in ever deeper.

She winced, and bit her lower lip as I pushed in deeper; feeling the walls of her cunt spreading from the thickness of my cock stretched them apart.

Chelsea groaned. "It feels like ... you're splitting me open!"

But she remained sprawled on the bed, compliant and unresisting; her head now resting on the pillow that Joy had thoughtfully placed within easy reach.

Then she screeched loudly, and I knew from the sudden lack of resistance that I'd broken her hymen.

"You just lost your virginity, Chelsea," I murmured into her ear, having halted my thrusting to impart that vital piece of information to her. "I know goddamn well I have. Now c'mon, make me cum!"

We were both straining as her vaginal passage was tighter than any I'd ever been in. Not that I'd been in that many, but it was tough going and I was tiring fast.

She looked up at me and asked, "Is it all the way in?" Not waiting for my response, she glanced down and saw that I was perhaps halfway in.

Glancing at Joy and Mora, I saw fearful expressions on both their faces and brought our encounter to a halt.

"What's wrong?" I asked them.

"There's blood ... everywhere," Mora said and began to cry.

"Her hymen," I said weakly. "It broke." "I think you did more than that, Aubrey," Joy said somberly. "We may need a doctor." "What!" I cried out and promptly disengaged myself from poor Chelsea, who was bewildered by it all.

"What?" she moaned, partly at the loss of my dick filling her, partly at the concern she spied on her girlfriends faces.

"You girls know more about this then I," I said, "Look her over. See if I hurt her. I certainly didn't mean too."

I was ready to panic. Should I call a doctor? Should I take her to a hospital?"

My dilemma was solved by Joy, who happily pronounced Chelsea fine and fit. "It was her hymen, Aubrey. She just bled a lot more than I did."

"More than me too," Mora added quickly.

"I thought you were all virgins, I said, getting a little angry with them.

"We are," Joy answered belligerently. "That doesn't mean our hymens have to be intact."

"It doesn't?" I said, growing confused.

"You just don't know women, do you?" That was Chelsea joining in with the others.

"So, tell me," I said.

"I ruptured mine riding my bicycle," Mora told me, rubbing my knee for emphasis.

"Horseback riding," Joy threw at me, as if I would understand. Of course I didn't. Not quite, but I was relieved, and turned back to Chelsea.

"Want to go on?"

"Of course I do. You worked so hard to get that monster in me, why would we want to quit now?" "You're right, of course, you're right," I said and began to mount her again.

This time, as I entered her with some trepidation, Chelsea threw caution to the wind, yelling, "Give me more! C'mon give me all of it!"

Her hands reached behind my neck, pulling my face to hers, and we kissed even as her legs wrapped themselves around my hips.

Slowly, so very slowly, I sank into her. Then with her hips bucking like a wild bronco, I sank deeper and deeper.

Glancing down I saw her tiny, swollen labia stretched so thin by the thickness of my cock I feared they would tear apart from the pressure on them. I couldn't have been more wrong.

The best I could manage penetration wise, was to get three-quarters of my dick into her. 

Apparently, it was enough, for Chelsea was feeling pretty good by this point and both Mora and Joy were calling out to us, much the way spectators at a boxing match do. It appeared Joy was rooting me on, while Mora was cheering for Chelsea.

When I asked them about it afterward, they appeared embarrassed about the entire thing. Women — try to figure them out.

Anyway, I started to Chelsea's petite pubis against the bony ring near the base of my cock and I concentrated on grinding it against her. It was making some contact with her clit and in a few moments I felt her cunt spasming.

It was like rings of muscle rippling the length of my dick. It felt like her cunt was sucking at me. I knew I wasn't going to last long in the grip of her tight twat and with a groan, I asked if she was ready to cum.

"I'm close, but not there yet. Can you go faster?" Chelsea replied.

"Okay," I grunted and pumped into her at a slightly faster pace. We fucked like that for a minute or so, and I felt myself coming to a boil.

I resorted to the power of suggestion to get her over. "I'm going to bury my big dick in you, Chelsea. It may hurt, but I'm going all the way in."

Her tight little cunt began to milk me then, and I knew I was lost unless she came in seconds. Then with my cock about halfway into her, I thrust hard, tearing through whatever inner flesh had been holding me back. With a free hand, I roamed over her behind until locating her butt-hole, and finding it, I drove a finger into it. It was even tighter than her pussy had been, but it caught her totally off guard and triggered her release.

As it happened, we came together, and it was wonderful for both of us. Her screams were purely animal as she came and came. As Aunt Nicole had taught me, I abandoned her ass and continued to jack-hammer my hips at her. Chelsea's legs and arms went completely limp, and whenever she paused for breath in her screaming, I could hear her tiny pussy sucking at my pistoning cock. I was flooding her and she continued her climax, or should I say multiple climaxes.

Long after the last of my ejaculate left my balls, Chelsea was still humping back at me. And when I was convinced that I was now limp as a dishrag, I let it slip from her gooey crevice with a soft pop.

I pulled her into my arms and held her tightly. Moments later we were joined on the bed by Joy and Mora and the four of us lay nestled together.

We were still a tangle of arms and legs when my mother walked in on us. ________________________________________

Talk about your most embarrassing moment.

And yet, thinking back on it, I now realize that my mother reacted unlike most parents would have under those trying circumstances.

She clapped her hands to get our attention; waited for our initial response — shock, embarrassment, and panic. Then she quelled all three responses with one command. "Get dressed, all of you. Meet me in the living room."

That said, Mom turned on her heel and stormed out of the bedroom and went - I guess — directly to the living room to await us.

With great trepidation, the four of us trudged into the living room and stood sheepishly in kind of a circle.

"Aubrey," my mother said, "I hold you responsible. You obviously brought these girls to our home."

"Yes, ma'am," said quietly, accepting the blame. It was true. I had brought them, and although they were willing accomplices, nothing would have happened had I not brought them into my home.

My mother began walking around us. Obviously choosing her words carefully before addressing us, she began; "I don't know what to say about this..." she began. "There is no book a parent can read that covers this situation."




Handsome Ch. 06



I was sweating profusely and it had nothing to do with the sexual activity just finished moments earlier.

"I understand, even if you children ... you are children you know. I don't consider any of you adults, and don't tell me you're eighteen or ninteen. You're not adults ... not really. You think you're adults, but obviously lack the maturity of one. So you're still children, and that's how I propose to treat you."

"Did you use a condom, Aubrey?"

"No, ma'am."

"Then shame on you, Aubrey, and shame on you girls, too. I'm certain that you're mother's have drilled it into you that you MUST use protection when having sex. You," she said, pointing to Chelsea. "How old are you?"

Not waiting for an answer, my mother went on with her tirade. "It doesn't matter how old you are. Do you want a baby nine months from now?"

With trembling lips, Chelsea sniveled, "No, Mrs. Morgenthall. No I don't."

"Then why did you spread your legs for him?"

Sobbing and with tears running down her cheeks, Chelsea stammered, "I ... I wanted ... to lose ... my virginity."

"Hormones..." my mother said, throwing her hands in the air. "Jesus ... what am I going to do about this?"

"Mom?" I said, nervously.

"What?" she snapped at me instantly, as if looking for her next victim.

"Why not pretend it never happened?"

The girls all nodded approvingly at this suggestion. My mother did not.

"What!" she shrieked.

I was compelled to go forward.

"You know, pretend you didn't come home when you did. We'll get out and I'll come home in ten or fifteen minutes and it will be like nothing ever happened."

"I can't ignore what happened. I'm an adult. Adults have to face up to their responsibilities. Even silly, stupid teenagers have to face up to responsibilities." She bit her lip, exasperated at the situation.

"I should call each of you parents," she said to the girls. She took a deep breath, and tried to compose herself.

"Aubrey, after dinner you and I will go over to Trader's Pharmacy, and buy some condoms. I'd be a fool to think you'll remain celibate after this."

Meekly, I nodded. 'This was going to be all right, ' I thought for the first time since I'd heard my mother's voice in the bedroom.

"Girls..." mother paused, and then said, "What the hell are your names anyway?"

"This is Chelsea," I said touching Chelsea on the shoulder. She winced at the touch as if I had burned her. "And this is Joy, and this is Mora." Mora raised a hand and gave my mother a weak wave.

"Chelsea, Joy, Mora, do I have your undivided attention?"

"Yes, Mrs. Morgenthall, they said as if repeating the Pledge of Allegiance together.

"I want your word of honor ... you are honorable women are you not?"

"Yes, Mrs. Morgenthall, they said again in unison.

" ... I want your word of honor that you will, each of you, go home and pressure your parents for birth control devices. Be circumspect about it. Do you know what that word means?"

"Yes, ma'am, you want us to be careful how we approach the subject," Mora said.

"That's right. And why should you be 'careful?'"

"So our parents don't get suspicious and find out what happened here at your house?" Joy said, making her statement a question.

Correct again. My, we appear to have an intelligent group here. Now why in heavens name did you all wind up in Aubrey's bedroom?"

"Because he's hung like a..." Mora began, but Joy cut her off, saying, "He's a hunk. He's the handsomest guy in school. All the girls think so." My mother decided not to push the subject, remembering that we were teenagers and more prone to answer a loaded question like that honestly, rather than diplomatically.

"Go home, girls. Get the proper protection, and do not, I repeat, do not let me catch you in a compromising situation like I did this afternoon, ever again."

"Yes, ma'am, each girl said and headed for the front door.

Only Chelsea bothered to say goodbye to me.



Handsome Ch. 07



Chapter 7

Jenny Saunderson 

To my surprise, my mother didn't ground me, and we did go to the pharmacy. She did make me go to the counter and ask Mr. Peterson for a package of Trojans. Back then, the prophylactics were not out on the floor, but behind the druggist's counter, and one had to request them. I had never purchased condoms before and was embarrassed inasmuch as my mother made it a point to stand a few feet behind me, ostensibly looking at various packages of aspirin. 

Part of my embarrassment was due to my thinking the druggist would think I was buying them in order to have sex with my mother. That was probably a miscalculation on my part. But I'm not certain the thought didn't occur to my mother.

In retrospect, I have to hand it to her. She was determined to make sure I handled my sex life correctly, and did not impregnate, nor contract any venereal disease.

As we walked home, she talked to me, not as mother to son, but woman to man, as it were. "I worry about you, you know."

"I know, Mom. I'm sorry."

"I know that you're sorry, but that's not what I meant."

"Oh?"

"You're a young man, a growing man. I know that you're at least as big as your father, and will more than likely grow even bigger. That will cause you more problems than you realize," she said.

I already had a good idea where she was going with this little talk.

"You know, Aubrey, I almost burst out laughing when that silly girl, which one was it, said you were hung like a horse?"

"Um, I think it was Mora, she's the most outspoken of the three," I told her.

"She's right about that, you know."

I glanced at my mother.

"And that makes you a target for any woman during a horny moment. We women have them ... believe me. I'll be honest with you. Since your father died, I've craved sex almost nightly.

"Your father was a wonderful lover; considerate and passionate. God, I do miss him!" A tear trickled down her cheek and I reached up and gently wiped it away.

She stopped walking and faced me. Her eyes were glistening with the promise of more tears to come. Somehow she fought them off and said, "Aubrey, I have a lover. He's married, and loves his wife. I ... I wouldn't destroy his marriage for the world. We ... enjoy the occasional afternoon together. It satisfies me ... and him too I suppose. And she isn't being harmed, at least as far as I can tell."

"Oh, God! Aubrey you're the only one I've told. Not my sister, Nicole, who, god knows would certainly understand, but..."

"It's okay, mom," I said trying to comfort her.

"So you see, when I found you with ... the girls ... I ... I knew ... I had to tell you. Do you understand? Do you really understand?"

"Probably not fully, Mom, but I think I do. Is that good enough?"

She managed to laugh, and hugged me to her bosom, and then we proceeded home without another word.

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It wasn't much of a surprise, therefore when my mother set me up with an older woman living two blocks away.

Oh, she hid the obvious from me easily enough. I mean, who would suspect that their mother was fixing them up with a woman? After it happened and I had time to reflect on the matter, I realized that there wasn't that big a difference between my mother and Aunt Nicole.

Jenny Saunderson, a neighbor who lived a couple blocks away and had a new, three month old daughter, and no apparent father, called on my mother a few days later.

I should mention what happened with Chelsea, Joy and Mora, before moving on. It wouldn't be fair to you to leave you hanging on the subject. 

So ... we met in school the following day and compared notes. All of the girls had approached their mothers with requests that they be provided with birth control devices. To their surprise their mothers had been quick to agree with them and all had appointments with their respective gynecologists for the following week.

We laughed as I told them about my trip to the pharmacy and buying the Trojans.

"How many boxes did you buy?" Mora asked.

And before I could reply, Joy jumped in with: "Did you ask for the largest size they had?"

"No," I replied sheepishly.

"You should have!" Joy chirped, right, Chelsea?"

Chelsea nodded her head vigorously. "I could hardly walk this morning," she admitted and blushed.

"My house is available this afternoon, Aubrey," Joy said and had the good grace to blush even deeper than Chelsea.

"I don't know..."

"Oh, c'mon, you still have to deflower two of us," Mora said, almost singing the words.

With my dick stiffly pointing at Joy, I had to admit it sounded like a good idea. The girls yipped with giddiness.

And so that afternoon I took Mora doggy-style — her idea. And Joy had it the missionary way.

Chelsea was much to tender to entertain any idea of sexual intercourse, but I managed to convince her that it couldn't hurt if I went down on her.

Afterward she covered me with kisses and told me I had been "So right about that!"

Epilogue to Chelsea, Mora and Joy.

I enjoyed the girls for the rest of the semester, but that summer, Joy's father was promoted to a job across the country and she moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico. Chelsea's father and mother were divorced the following winter, and she and her mother went to live in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I never saw either girl again.

Mora and I continued to see one another, but not as boy friend — girl friend. She was engaged throughout her senior year to Teddy Bronson, the football team's quarterback. Mora and I would hookup during football season while Teddy was at practice. I met her a few times after we graduated; she and Teddy were married, and we went to a motel for old time's sake. From her I learned that Chelsea died giving birth to her second child. Joy, on the other hand, became a nun, and apparently is now devoted to the Lord.

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Now, as to Jenny Saunderson ... it seems that while she didn't need a baby sitter, per se, she did need a man, or boy as the case may be, to perform certain household duties like unclogging the toilet and mowing the lawn, and to my great pleasure, driving her to the grocery store. I had my license, but no car but I could drive at least well enough to get us to the store and back.

On my third day of helping Jenny it happened.

Her daughter, Peggy, was crying when I let myself in. Yes, Jenny had given me a key, just in case. I watched as Jenny soothed her back to sleep, and unconsciously put my arm around her waist as we both looked down at the peacefully sleeping, Peggy.

Jenny smiled at me, glanced at her daughter and placed my hand on her left breast. I hadn't made any overtures to Jenny. In fact, I had screwed Mora's brains out the previous afternoon and was sexually sated, or thought I was.

Jenny very capably proved me wrong on that point.

I was so surprised by her action that I couldn't make myself remove my hand, and at the same time I observed that she wasn't wearing a bra, which was unusual in those days. I also noted that her breast was small, very firm, and crowned by a stiff nipple which was sticking hotly into the palm of my hand.

"Don't you know what to do with a breast, Aubrey?"

"Um, I..." I fumbled, caught off guard by her forwardness.

"C'mon, Aubrey, even little Peggy knows what to do with a nice warm tittie," she giggled.

"Oh, I know, all right." I answered, as my hand slowly squeezed the breast she'd offered me.

A moment later I had her moaning as I nipped at her breast with my teeth.

"You do know..." she husked, already breathing heavily.

I let my hand glide down her smooth thigh, down to the hem of her skirt. My hand slipped under it, in between her legs. Moved up along the inside of her thigh until I could feel her panties.

"Did you put my mother up to this?" I asked.

"No, but I guess she figured out what would happen by putting us together."

"Oh, and what might that be?" I asked, as she wriggled her ass against my probing hand.

Jenny sighed contentedly. "A good fucking, I guess," and twisted so that my fingers were up against her dampened pussy.

"C'mon, Jenny," I pressed, "What did she tell you?"

"That you were definitely oversexed, and she did mention that you were hung like a horse."

"My mom told you that!"

"Mmmm, and the girls won't leave you alone. Is that really true?"

"Some," I admitted.

"Woo Hoo! I got me a hottie!" she chortled as I took a step back, ending up behind her. I pulled her ass closer to me, and pushed my boner against it.

Sensuously, Jenny rubbed her behind against the hardness of my cock.

"Yes," she whispered, and that was the signal I had been waiting for. With one swift movement, I drew her panties down to her knees, and from there gravity took over and they fell down to her feet. I felt how she took a little step to the side with her left leg and impatiently kicked them away.

I let go of her, leaving her leaning forward with her gorgeous ass in full view while I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall, then shed my boxers and kicked both items away.

With my cock straight up in the air, I took the little step forward that brought me close to her again and made it possible for me to aim my cock against her waiting cunt. Jen surprised me by reaching behind her to her pussy and spreading the glistening lips for me.

For the record, she had a sparse amount of light blonde pubic hair covering her nookie. I sank into her with an ease that astonished me. And well it would after having to work like the devil to get into the three tight snatches of Mora, Chelsea and Joy.

Jenny gave a little cry of pain and joy as she felt me bottom in her. "Yes!" she gasped. "I like it quick! I like it fast and hard!"

Her statement made me harder and I went all out, pumping as fast and as hard as I could. Her pussy began to contract around my dick and I knew she was close if not already coming.

"Wait! Wait!" Jenny cried out. I slowed and eventually stopped pumping into her. "You'll think I'm crazy," she said.

I waited. I knew that much about women. Whenever they say something like that, more is sure to follow.

"Let me get on top," she said, "I really cum better if I'm sort of in control, Bree."

"Fine," I replied, ignoring the fact that she'd used a nickname only my teammates did, and rolled us over.

She straddled me, hovering just over my cock; spread her pussy lips with two fingers and steered me into her sopping wet cunt.

Jenny didn't say anything, for that matter, I wasn't to sure that she was even breathing. Her eyes were locked on mine and her lips parted in a kind of half smile, half grimace. Then, as she sank down impaling herself on me, I saw her eyes turn upward, showing almost only the whites while the muscles in her pussy worked along my dick as she came with a tremendous shudder and slumped down on me her body covering mine.

"Isn't it nice?" she whispered in my ear. "Isn't it nice to fuck?"

"Oh, yeah," I said completely agreeing with her.

"Just lay still, my handsome prince. Feel how I squeeze your cock with my hot pussy."

I enjoyed the feeling of her pussy's muscles giving my cock a wonderful massage. Slowly I started to move in and out of her.

"No, don't move!" she yelped, and I stopped.

"I want to do it. I want to make us both feel nice."

She didn't move her hips any longer. She just worked me with the muscles in her pussy and seemed to suck me even deeper into her slippery wetness. She was so wet I could feel her juices running down wetting my balls. Jenny's breath felt like a summer breeze against the skin of my throat, and she started to shake all over, which I thought was due to due to the hard work her cuntal muscles were applying.

"Oh, boy!" she called out after a time.

"What's wrong?"

"No ... nothing! I'm cumming!"

She groaned and mewed, and began moaning dirty words in my ear.

I felt my own orgasm starting to build way down in my balls, and then I came, and shot line after line of pure white jizm into her.

Totally wasted for the time being, I found myself sinking deeper into the pillows and just lay there enjoying the terrific feeling coursing through me.

"Oh, how nice," Jenny whispered, and gave me a quick kiss before she rolled down off me.

"Did you enjoy me, Aubrey?"

"Yes ... very much, and please call me Bree."

"Can we can do it again?"

"Sure, but let me look at you for a while."

"You want to look at me?"

"Sure, you have a beautiful body. I'd like to admire it."

"Oh, I like that," Jenny said, her voice dripping with sensuality.

"Know what?" she said a moment later.

"What?" I asked, anxious to please her anyway I could.

"I love having my titties played with. My nipples are sooo sensitive," she was already plucking at the left one, causing it to expand in length before my eyes, very much the way a hardon grows.

I took the right nipple into my mouth and chewed on the tip. She began to pant, and then a shudder ran through her as she mouthed a silent scream, and with a look of intense concentration seemingly willed herself not to cum ... just then.

"I know ... I know!" Jenny gasped. Are you getting hard yet?"

"It won't be long," I said.

"Oh, yes it will. I bet you're at least eight inches."

"That's about right," I admitted, with a short baking laugh.

"Did you ever see a woman squirt?"

"You mean ... pee?"

"I mean squirt. It's different than peeing."

"No ... I haven't seen a woman squirt. How do you manage it?"

Jenny scrambled to her hands and knees and crawled to a nearby table, and pulled open the middle drawer. Reaching in, she took out what I knew to be a vibrator. The other item I knew had to be a sex toy, but what it did was a mystery to me.

Giggling more than Chelsea, Joy or Mora ever had; Jenny lay down on the floor, careful not to have any part of her making contact with the plush carpet. Still giggling, Jenny carefully turned the vibrator on and inserted it against her vaginal opening. She closed her eyes, and then opened them. They were sparkling with sexual excitement.

"This little pink one..." she said, and paused to let me see it, " ... is a clit stimulator. I'll hold it just under my clittie for the most part. Not on it. That would be too much, but all around it, mostly under it. I don't know exactly why ... it feels better, I guess. The vibrator I use to simulate a cock. Together ... well, I've always done this alone, you know? But I wanted you to see me squirt, and all."

"You have my undivided attention," I told her, and stood with my feet on either side of her face, my cock pointing straight out. She reached up and fondled my balls.

"I want to be sure and suck them later. Remind me if I forget, okay?"

"Okay."

"Now, watch," she said and I did just that.

Jenny had worked the vibrator around, grinding it against her outer labia, but not actually inserting it into herself. Dropping the vibrator to the floor, she held the smaller clit stimulator against the underside of her clit. 

Almost instantly, a low-keyed wail issued forth from her lungs. "Watch!" she bellowed right after the wail. My eyes were riveted to her pussy as one, two and then three squirts of fluid that I took to be urine, but later learned was definitely not urine, but a fluid ejaculated from her urethra, landed on the wooden floor of her living room.

My jaw hung open as I tried to assess what I had just witnessed. I heard her laughing. She sounded tired, but delighted with herself. Her hand was soaked with her juices and two puddles of the clear fluid now gathered on the floor around her feet.

"I can do more," she said, still sounding tired.

"Do you want to?" I asked, "You sound kind of tired. Does it stress you out?"

"No, silly!" she chirped happily. I just came ... I came big time ... well, you can see for yourself."

I nodded. "Okay, do it again."

"Let me suck on that huge dong of yours a little first."

I bent my knees, lowering myself to her waiting mouth, and she gobbled several inches into her mouth and sucked voraciously. After a minute of this, Jenny suddenly spat me out and told me to rub my cock against her opening. "Don't put it into me or I won't want to squirt," she told me.

As gently as I could manage, I rubbed the head of my dick over her entrance. She moaned at the touch and applied the pink clittie toy to her clit. A minute passed; a minute that showed me great insights into a woman on the edge, insights that I would apply with great success later, with other women.

"So close!" Jenny groaned. I dipped a finger into her and she exploded, releasing three successive streams of clear fluid or cum, take your pick; I never have been able to distinguish between them.

Those squirts were way too much for Jenny who, with me staring open-mouthed in front of her, had an intense, soul-searing orgasm that literally took her breath away. As the shakes and tremors slowly subsided she looked into my eyes and flashed a wicked grin at me.

"I've never seen anything like that before," I told her.

"Not every woman can do it. You ... you don't think I'm some sort of a slut?"

"No!" I exclaimed, surprised that she would even entertain such thoughts.

Jenny took my dick in her hand and gave it a squeeze. "Still hard, that's good. That's very good."

I kissed her, and she kissed me back. We necked for a few minutes before either of us spoke another word.

"I'm a wanton bitch, Bree," Jenny said.

I looked at her and licked my lips which were suddenly very dry.

"I think I'm somewhat over sexed, do you?"

"I know I'm over sexed, Jenny," I replied, and we both laughed.

"Then we have something in common, isn't that great?" she said.

"Yes, it is." I answered with a little smirk.

Jenny giggled and slid her body down mine until she was on the floor, her head just above my engorged cock.

"Good," she whispered, grasping the shaft in her right hand and lowered her mouth over me; her lips shaped in the familiar 'O'.

"Would you rather I fuck you?" I asked.

She took me into her mouth, sucking it slightly.

"That feels good!" I sighed. "I'm ready for you, you know."

Removing me from her mouth, Jenny smiled up at me and said, "I know that, and you will. You will ... in a while."

"You can cum in my mouth if you want to," she whispered before lowering her head over me once more and enveloping me with her warmth.

It didn't take long for her magic to work. She couldn't have bobbed her head up and down on me for more than a deliciously sweet minute. I didn't tell her I was coming; I just let it happen, jettisoning my sperm into throat as she struggled to swallow every drop.

We rested a while and then the baby woke up and began crying. Mouthing an apology, for having to leave me, Jenny went to the baby, changed its diaper and then brought the child to me. I held it for a few minutes awed at the small size of the child and what it would eventually grow up to be.

"I need to feed her," Jenny said reaching for her daughter. I watched as the baby girl fastened her tiny mouth on Jenny's nipple and gave suck. When the baby was satisfied, Jenny carried her back to the bassinet and she went right to sleep.

Jenny came back and sat next to me on the sofa. She cupped her right breast and said, "Would you be a dear and empty this for me? I'm kind of lopsided at the moment."

Nodding my assent, I pinched the nipple, then pulled at it with my lips. Nothing happened.

"Um, do it like this," Jenny husked, to get it started." That said, she cupped the breast with her right hand and plucked at the nipple with the thumb and forefinger, sort of pinching down on the areola. I saw that she pulled much harder and faster than I had, and in just a moment her white milk made its appearance at the tip of her nipple.




Handsome Ch. 07



"I used to have to start them for the baby," she said, "but now she knows to suck hard until it starts."

I licked the fluid from the tip of her rubbery bud with my tongue.

"Wow, that's wild!" I chirped as I managed to pull even more milk from the breast. My mouth closed hungrily on the breast after that and soon had her flowing freely.

A minute or so later I halted my suction to ask, "Does this make you horny? It does me."

"Yes," she giggled, "very horny, but I'm usually hot to trot anyway."

"Let me know when I've emptied you," I said, "because I have this powerful urge to fuck you silly."

Jenny laughed lewdly and blew into my ear, sending a chill throughout my body. I was just beginning to appreciate just how many other ways there are to pleasure one's partner other than actual intercourse, and Jenny was giving me very authoritative lessons.

Her hand was on the back of my neck, gently scratching me with her fingernails. I increased the pressure of my suction on her breast and felt her tremble.

"Brew, honey that goes right to my pussy. Did you know that?"

"I do now, Jenny. Want me to do it again?"

"Of course I do!" she cooed, and sent the tip of her tongue into my ear canal.

I responded by releasing the breast from my mouth and clamped down of the nipple her daughter had suckled minutes earlier. I sucked greedily on the elongated nipple, drawing out the last dredges of her reserves.

Jenny loved it. With a happy moan she began humping my thigh.

I tried to pull my lips away from her pulsing bud, but she reached behind my head and pulled my face back into her tit, urging me on with animal-like noises that seemed to come from deep within her throat.

Finally, I spoke into the nipple, without pulling my head back.

"There is something else I would like to do with you," I said, placing my hands on her hips and forcing her to grind into my swollen cock instead of my thigh.

My ploy worked.

"Mmm, which hole would you fill?" she cooed.

I laughed, "Which needs filling the most?"

"I want you fuck them both ... my cunt and my ass!"

"If I can't do them both, which would you choose?"

"I ... I guess my pussy." She pressed against my erection.

"Put that beautiful cock in me, Bree ... please hurry!"

Impatient with my slowness in entering her, Jenny fingers closed around my dick and stoked its tumescence.

"I love your cock," she husked.

"Put it in you," I croaked.

She centered it at her entrance and eased it in. I couldn't believe the heat her cunt was generating!

"Go deep," she moaned, and I thought of hearing the same expression while playing touch football, and what a world of difference there was between the two.

"I want you deep inside me, baby. Stick it all the way in!"

I shoved myself all the way inside her, to the hilt, pressing my pubic hairs against hers, allowing them to mingle with hers; working my pubic bone against her clitoral area. I pumped her, slowly at first, then increasing the rhythm, and when she was matching me stroke for stroke, I slowed way down and drove her wild.

"Do me hard!" Jenny shouted and woke the baby. We let it cry as I shoved my dick deep inside her, holding it there while she bucked her cunt up and down on it.

"Oh, Jesus, this is good!" she groaned, as I rode her undulating hips as we fucked in unison.

"Are you gonna cum soon?" she asked between pants.

"I don't think so," I told her.

"Then its time you put it up my ass," she said with a slight laugh.

"Reach back and open yourself up for me," I told her, thinking she'd tell me to forget it and we'd finish the way we'd started. But to my surprise, Jenny reached behind her and pried the two halves apart, exposing the crinkled starfish to my view. Evidently, Jenny had no inhibitions about showing me her most private of areas. In fact, she seemed a little eager to get on with the dirty act.

"Please, put it in."

I hesitated. I didn't want to hurt her, and my dick was fairly large and her asshole appeared to be quite small ... and obviously tight.

A moment later she pleaded, "Pretty please?"

Holding my still glistening member in my right hand, I guided it to her neither hole and rubbed it against her splayed anus.

"Oh, yeah!" she cooed, and then gurgled with excitement and anticipation. "Don't worry, Bree. I can take it. I like to be fucked back there."

In the background the baby was still crying. This time I mentioned it to her.

"Your baby ... she's crying," I said, softly.

"Christ!" she swore, "never a moment's peace." She got slowly to her feet and said," She need a change. I'll be right back. Don't you dare try to leave."

She returned to me within three minutes and got down on all fours, and presented her behind for my inspection. I probed the anus with my middle finger.

"It's going to be awfully tight," I told her.

She dropped a tube of Vaseline by my knee. 

"Use it if you need to. I don't care either way. Just put your wiener in me."

I greased her anus and my dick with a liberal amount of the gel. I centered my cock on the target and pressed forward.

"Just put it in slowly," she said, "Yes, but slow ... slow!"

"That all right?" I inquired as the head of my cock vanished into her ass.

"Oh, shit!' she yelled and then burst out laughing. Realizing her choice of words was less than perfect; I joined her in laughing, and halted any further attempt at penetration.

"No," she said after gaining control of her emotions, "Keep going. You know ... I can feel you stretching me already. I hadn't thought..."

I was already pressing inward ... two inches ... three...

"Oh, my God! It hurts ... don't stop! Whatever you do, don't you stop now. Oh, Jesus, you feel so big!"

"I don't want to hurt you, Jenny. Don't be foolish now," I knew my voice was filled with concern. She told me later that she loved me for it, and I filed that away for future use on willing females.

Four inches in, and moving deeper.

"Oh, shit, does that feel good! Even the pain feels good, Bree."

"Does it hurt? Tell me the truth, Jenny!"

"A little, but it's a wonderful hurt. How does it feel for you?"

"Words fail me," I gasped. But tried to express myself a moment later. "You're so tight. I can't believe how tight you are. It's like my dick is in a vise and you're tightening it on me as I go deeper."

I was more than half way in now, and Jenny was moaning from deep within her throat. Something happened about then that I have to attribute to her relaxing her sphincter somewhat; for suddenly I was meeting no resistance at all. I began to thrust, and my dick soared completely into her until bumping into God knows what.

"I'm in all the way, Jenny!" I exclaimed exaltedly, hardly believing it myself.

She did something with her anal muscles that made me think she had me in her hand and was jerking me off. But I knew it was her ass doing it, and I felt myself suddenly on the brink of coming.

"Christ, I'm gonna cum!" I yelled.

Jenny issued a lewd laugh and intensified her contractions. And just when I thought she had done everything to me that could be done, the milking stopped, and the nibbling began!

Jenny somehow worked the elastic hole of her anus over the head so well and so fast that I could have sworn I was getting a perfect blowjob.

"I'm coming!" I shouted.

Off in the distance, the baby began crying again.

"Come inside my ass, Bree!" Jenny yelled, while tightening and loosening her sphincter.

I exploded into her; jet after jet of sweet, glorious cum coated her soft rectal tissues, and triggered Jenny's orgasm, which had her coming for several minutes.

We both fell on our sides, with my cock still in her ass. Every once in a while, as I slowly came down from the greatest sexual high I had ever known, Jenny would tighten her sphincter around my deflating member, a gentle reminder of what she had just done to me.

I embraced her in spoon fashion for a time, planting soft kisses on her neck as I cupped her right breast in my hand and gently kneaded the pliant flesh. And when my flaccid member plopped from her ass, she turned so that we were facing one another.

The baby continued crying off in the bedroom. Jenny gave me one last squeeze, kissed me softly on the mouth, and excused herself to care for her daughter.

A few minutes later, she returned wearing a robe and carrying the baby. "My ass is all a tingle," she giggled.

"That was fantastic," I husked. "You were fantastic," I added a moment later.

"Can you come by tomorrow?" she asked, hopefully.

"I hope so," I smiled.

"Please do," she smiled back. "You can do anything you want to me. I'm all yours, Bree."

Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough for me.

Our affair, if that's what it was, lasted about a month. We fucked each other silly on a daily basis; and then as the weeks passed, I began staying the night.

How Jenny found another lover during this period mystifies me even to this day. And that's after getting to know so many women intimately over the ensuing years. But find him she did, and how she managed to let me down without shattering my frail male ego is also to her credit.

Fortunately for me, there were other females lurking in the shadows, seemingly waiting for me to pass by. 

Joy's Departure

Now, what I said earlier, you know, about Jenny finding another lover while I was screwing her on a daily basis mystifying me was true. But after some soul searching, and clear thinking, I found the answer.

After all, I was still seeing Chelsea, Mora and Joy regularly. I was naive enough to think the world revolved around me and not anyone else. So, while I was taking my three girlfriends into the woods ... yes, the same woods where Karen and I got it on for the first time. Oh, and please, not all at once, but singly, one day, one girl. Jenny had plenty of opportunity to find her new lover, and my replacement.

It wasn't all that bad a breakup. First of all, Jenny thought the guy was going to marry her. I wasn't in that category, not at all. I believe to this day that she felt badly about the situation; that she was concerned our breaking up might damage my frail male ego; and to avoid that happening, let me down as easily as possible. I didn't walk in on them. She told me after a strenuous session with her in her bed.

"Bree," she said, tenderly wiping the sweat from my brow. "We can't go on. There is someone else."

"What! Who?"

"His name is Carson. He's thirty two years old and I think he wants to marry me. Look, I know this comes as a shock, but I really do love you ... sexually at least. You're a great kid, and a wonderful lover. You're much better than Carson in the sack, but he ... he represents security, Bree. And I need that what with the baby and all."

"Yeah, but..." I began.

"No," she said, reading my mind. "We can't meet when he's not around. I can't afford the risk of him discovering us. I hope you understand. I know it's hard to see right now, but you'll understand down the road."

"Yeah, sure," I said trying without much success to disguise my bitterness.

"Bree," Jenny said, "I know it sounds trite right now, but you are one terrific lover. You won't have any difficulty finding another girl."

I didn't throw the other girls in her face, choosing to remain silent, embracing my imagined pain over being discarded like yesterday's newspaper.

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Summer vacation loomed. One week to go. It was then that I learned of Joy's eminent departure to New Mexico. Jenny was already fading from memory. I had had a steady diet of Chelsea, Mora and Joy. My sexual craving was sated, to a degree that is, it was never fully satisfied, not at that age with rampaging hormones and a steadily growing dick.

It just so happened that my mother and her lover had a rare opportunity to get away for a weekend, and I had the house to myself. Myself and Joy, that is.

I decided to treat the day as if we were returning home after a date. Joy laughed and welcomed the idea. I think she was more than pleased to have been selected for this tête-à-tête with me over the others. Of course, that was my logic too. Great minds work alike, no?

I walked her to the living room and sat down next to her on the sofa. After putting my arm around her shoulder, I pulled her into a fierce tonguing kiss. Joy loved Frenching with me; she was perhaps the most oral fixated of the three girls.

Gradually, I eased her back onto the sofa cushions and when she was flat on her back, I slid off the sofa and onto my knees.

Still kissing and caressing her, I slid my hand over her breast and pinched at the nipple through her bra. Joy groaned her approval, and I repeated the same with the other. I was going slowly, drawing the pleasure out, for we had all the time we would need.

I undid a button on her blouse and slid a hand into the cup of her bra; she sighed, and when I repeated the pinch to her left breast she moaned. A moment later I was undoing the clasp at the front of her wonder bra, freeing both her wonderful tits to my view.

As always, I paid homage to them, first telling her how beautiful they were. Then kissing them, and sucking hard on each nipple. Her nipples were the puffy type, and certainly overly sensitive at this point. I experimented with them, alternately cupping each at its base and squeezing them until my hand slipped upward enough for me to grasp and pinch the nipples.

While she was moaning at this novelty, I tongued the tip of each bud for a moment before sucking hard on each one in turn.

"Ohhhh," she moaned, "My panty's are so fucking wet, touch me there."

I heard her clearly, but chose to ignore her pleading. I concentrated on her tits, sucking one nipple, and squeezing the other, then switching breasts. Joy was writhing all over the cushions. She really wanted me in her, but I knew that delaying our fuck would only serve to heighten her orgasm.

When she began to shiver each time I bit down on a nipple, I knew I should move on, and did. I worked my tongue into her navel and heard her soft scream of delight.

Placing my hand at the bottom edge of her skirt, I began to inch it slowly upward. Joy was trying to twist herself so that she could grind her pussy against either my hand or my leg. This was something she had done during previous encounters, and I was prepared for it; and turned aside avoiding that precious contact.

I abandoned her nipples for the moment, and spent some time kissing and sucking around her belly button. Joy was crying with the sheer pleasure, but still sought to hurry things along in order to reach her climax.

Trying to distract her, I placed a hand on her pussy's mound, and she stiffened, apparently in anticipation of my penetrating her pussy. She was wearing pantyhose and nothing else. I rubbed my thumb up and down her swollen labia through the crotch panel material.

"Oh, God, Aubrey, RIP THEM OFF ME!

Teasing her, I asked, "What was that? What did you say?"

"TOUCH ME THERE! PLEASE, TOUCH ME!"

Sliding up along her lithe body, I found her mouth and covered it with mine. Her hunger was all to obvious and our tongues dueled incessantly until we both tired. As our lips parted, my thumbnail caught in the seam of her crotch panel and I ripped a hole in the pantyhose. A split second later, I had my middle finger two knuckles into her silken heat.

And when I bit hard on her stiffened nipple, she started to cum.

I used that as an opportunity to take my hand from her sex and turn her legs toward me. With my hands on outer part of her thighs, I pushed the skirt up to her waist. Her pussy stared at me through the peephole I'd torn in her pantyhose. With a harsh laugh, I tore the pantyhose to shreds. Joy began to laugh with me as her climax began to abate.

"You gonna fuck..." she started to say, but I mashed my face into the swampy morass that passed for her vaginal opening and tongued her, occasionally moving up to tease her clit.

Soundlessly, Joy drove her cunt into my face, lifting her ass off the cushions to do it. I began lapping at the seemingly endless river of juices oozing out of her. Something told me to leave her cunt and move to the clitoris. There, each minor touch of my tongue to her sensitive clit sent Joy's stomach muscles into a series of small convulsions.

Whining like a baby, she came again.

The telephone began ringing.

On the eighth ring I answered it, snarling "Yeah?" into the mouthpiece. I wasn't at all happy at having to abandon such a fine pussy.

"Aubrey, is that you?" My mother's voice barked back at me, bringing me up short.

"Oh, hi ... Mom."

"What's wrong?" she asked, her intuition telling her that something was wrong.

"Um..." I decided to go with the truth, at least in part. "I've, um, got company, Mom."

"A girl, I bet."

"You'd win, Mom."

"Is it Jenny?"

"No, Mom, that's over with. Remember?"

"Oh, right. So who is the lucky lady?" now her voice had a smile.

"It's Joy. She's moving to New Mexico. We're saying our goodbyes."

Joy punched me on the arm, but had a big smile on her face.

"Yes, we're doing it on the sofa. And yes, I have towels spread out. No stains to worry about."

My mother was laughing, good naturedly.

Joy leaped off the sofa and started picking up her clothing. She looked silly with her tattered pantyhose dangling off one leg.

"Don't get her preggers, dear," my mother warned.

"I won't Mom," I said, and then promised I would use a condom. I hung up moments later and had to grab Joy before she had any clothing back on.

"It's all right. Remember she caught all of us in the bedroom?"

"Yeah ... how embarrassing, and you ... you told her I was here!"

"She knew someone was. I don't lie ... to you, to her, to anyone, Joy. The important thing is she's all right with it. Now let's get back to where we were before the damn phone rang."

Joy flopped back on the sofa, spread her legs and laughing crazily, shouted, "Eat me to another cum!"

"Say please." I said affably.

"Please!"

And with her legs pointing at the ceiling, I grabbed the flap of torn pantyhose and ripped the entire thing from her body, exposing the white flesh of her ass in the process. I realized I had to sample that ass, and began using long laps of my tongue going from her clit to her rectum ... and back again.

I began counting to one hundred. On reaching it, I returned to her clit, concentrating all my effort on that tender spot. She had cum twice already and was close to her third time. I realized this would make her genitals very tender and so, just as she began to scream out her next orgasm, I stuck my tongue into her asshole. Joy's body practically levitated off the sofa. She covered her pussy with her hand, preventing me further access for the moment. Her face was contorted. I had never seen a girl look quite that way before. Then she froze, and a long whoosh came from her lungs.

I stopped everything and watched her. When she appeared to have regained the ability to breathe, I renewed my lovemaking, kissing her asshole and then leaving a trail of wet kisses over her buttocks, up her leg and ultimately ending at her navel, which I sucked long enough to leave a huge hickey. Joy had no idea what I was doing; she was at the height of ecstasy for the entire time.

A full minute passed and then she huffed, "Oh, oh Aubrey! Oh..."

Seconds later, she gasped, "That was the best..." and breathing hard, kissed me ferociously.

I knelt straight up, loosened my belt and took out my throbbing dick. The sight of her juicy, swollen pussy made me anxious to possess her. Joy was still coming off her orgasm and had her eyes closed. She was still babbling about how great it had been, not realizing I was about to cleave her cunt with my pulsing appendage. I nudged the head of my dick through the parted inner lips and pressed forward, she was that wet that I filled her in one stroke.




Handsome Ch. 07



"OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD!" she screamed, "Please wait. I'm not ready ... not for that!"

I laughed and began to pump into her, using long swift strokes.

"Uh, uh, uh." she grunted in tune with my thrusting.

Gritting my teeth, I increased the tempo and felt the rush of pleasure vibrating through my balls and cock.

But I..." she huffed," ... wanted to suck you off ... ugh, uh ... like you did me!"

"I like this better," I said, breathing heavily.

"Me too," she replied, and we both started laughing.

We went silent for a while, the only sounds our mutual grunting as we both increased our efforts to make the other cum.

"Oh, jeez!" she cried out. That told me she was about to cum.

"Hang on, Joy. I'm gonna cum any second."

"Ohhhh!"

"Jesus, you're tight!" I growled through clenched teeth.

"Cum in my mouth! Cum in my mouth ... please don't cum in me!"

My mother's warning to use a rubber flashed before my eyes and I pulled out and, holding my boner with one hand, fed it into her mouth a split second before I exploded jettisoning the first line of my load onto her tongue.

"Mmmm, she moaned as she tasted my sperm and quickly swallowed, but not fast enough for her to deal safely with the following spurt, which made her gag.

I pulled away from her mouth and finished ejaculating in her hair and patted her back while watching a string of my cum hanging precariously from her locks, only to be dislodged by her gagging cough and land on the bridge of her nose.

As soon as Joy regained control of her gag reflex she took my dick back into her mouth and sucked contentedly, licking away any remnants of sperm that had the audacity to seep from the hole at the tip of my penis. She also began fondling my testes, as if trying to get a bit more out of them, while from just above her bent head I sighed in satisfaction.

Finally, she released me from her mouth, and still holding my flaccid member tightly with her fingers, she smiled proudly and said, "You taste so good. Did you notice, I didn't miss a drop?"

Laughing I touched the bridge of her nose and lifted a dollop of cum, and presented it to her.

"Oh!" Joy said, and with an expression of embarrassment, licked it from my fingertips.

"There's some in your hair," I told her, and then pointed it out. She got up, went to look in the mirror, swore and rubbed briskly until satisfied she'd gotten it all.

We played some silly games until I was sufficiently aroused and then I had her doggy-style, once again pulling out before I came. 

After that, Joy's pussy was to tender to plunder again, and we made out for a couple of hours, ending with a farewell blowjob. We were both in tears as we said our farewells. And, yes, I saw her again in class before they moved, but it wasn't the same, and of course there was no sex.

We wrote each other over the course of the summer. But when our new school year began began in September, we stopped; new friends, new activities ... whatever. That's life.



Handsome Ch. 08



Chapter 8

Summer Vacation

I had planned on playing baseball in the summer league with most of my high school teammates, but a letter arrived with bad news. My paper work had gotten there after registrations had closed. I was out of luck. I was devastated, and reacted by sulking for the next few days. 

This decision caused my mother to scramble like crazy to find something for me to do during the summer vacation. Her boyfriend, yeah, the married guy, who shall remain nameless since he is still married to the same woman, arranged for us to visit Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina where he had a few very good friends.

At the airport in Wilmington, Mom and I were welcomed by the Skillington's, Howard and Nora.

"We're so happy to meet you," Mr. Skillington said, giving me a bone crushing handshake.

"Yes, any friend of _______'s is certainly a friend of ours," Mrs. Skillington said giddily. 

I thought she was old enough to be my mother, although I later learned that she was only several months older. 

Moments later, I realized that she had had a few drinks in her and it was only one in the afternoon. Mom said a few things about _______ to cement our new friendship, and we were off to their home at the beach.

Now Wrightsville Beach has some humongous palaces whose owners laughingly call cottages, or villas. But to me, anyplace with more than eight bedrooms and ten bathrooms is anything but a cottage, or villa.

My mother and I each had our own bedroom and private bath. They were the size of a typical master bedroom in a $400,000 home. I tell you this to give you a perspective of this house's size. I never asked what the square footage was, but would guess it had to be at least 6000 square feet. But hey, I was only eighteen at the time. What did I know?

That night there was a big bash at which mom and I were quasi-guests of honor. The real guest of honor was the mayor of Wilmington, who appeared to be a decent enough guy. I was surprised to find myself holding a scotch and soda, put in my hand by Mr. Skillington himself.

"We can't have you bouncing around drinking RC Cola, or whatever the current flavor of the month is," he said genially, and left me standing there looking at my hand.

I took a sip and grimaced. The bartender came to my rescue, taking the drink from me and handing me a Pepsi in a glass similar to the one he'd taken from me. I thanked him and he laughed.

"Maybe Mr. Skillington can drink that stuff all night, but I don't think you can ... or even want to. How old are you?"

When I told him I was eighteen, he blanched. "Christ, I could have sworn you were at only fifteen or so, a couple beers I could see, but eighteen ... wow! Well, you don't look it."

"I had a growth spurt a month or so ago," I said.

"Yeah, I can see that," he replied.

Then a threesome moved in on us and the bartender got busy making them a variety of drinks. I wandered off, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible.

At dinner, Mrs. Skillington sat between my mother and me. I was bringing the fork to my mouth when I felt her hand on my thigh. 

To my credit I didn't jump, nor did I make a sound. I slowly swallowed the morsel on my tongue and then turned to Mrs. Skillington and said, "You have such a lovely home, Mrs. Skillington. I don't think I've ever seen anything like it."

I could sense my mother preening at my sudden loquaciousness for normally I was all about shrugs and nods.

"How kind of you to say it," she replied. "Please call me, Nora," she said, as her hand kept moving up and finally settled on my dick, which was rapidly rising under her skillful tutoring.

Turning to my mother, Nora said, "I can't believe your son is eighteen years old," while at the same time she was squeezing my dick. "He's so tall ... a mite thin, but I expect he'll fill out quickly." As she spoke, her fingernail was gliding along the length of my shaft, followed by another, longer squeeze.

I was filling out all right.

My mother, quite pleased with the compliments I was receiving from our hostess, said, "Well Aubrey is working out almost daily with weights and such. He's an excellent dancer, and plays baseball for his high school team."

"A dancer!" Mrs. Skillington gushed. "You must favor me with a tango. Do you know the tango, Aubrey?"

It was difficult for me to speak as she had a firm grasp on my dick, and was in fact, jerking me off in a rudimentary fashion, me being seated and with my dick still under wraps.

Finally, I managed to blurt, "Yes ... I can do a tango."

"Wonderful, she said happily, "I shall speak to the orchestra leader, he'll play one or two for us later."

I hadn't known an orchestra was to play. I began to realize just how wealthy the Skillington's were at that point.

Mrs. Skillington relinquished her grip on me and, except for the occasional reminder-like squeeze, allowed me to finish my dinner in peace. She also allowed some thirty minutes to elapse after the meal during which she made sure to chat with each of the guests. I resumed my wall-flower status by the balcony overlooking the garden.

But she had not forgotten me; and after what she apparently decided was an appropriate time, she 'discovered' me on the balcony, coming up behind me as I stared out at the magnificent flowers below. The sweet, hot tang of her alcoholic breath on the back of my neck alerted me to her presence. 

Imperceptibly, she nudged her breasts into my shoulder blades. I turned, my arm glancing over each breast in turn.

I knew perfectly well that Mrs. Skillington was sober enough, and that she was only pretending when she'd walked across the room earlier on somewhat unsteady feet.

"Forgive me?" she asked in a teasing little voice.

"Oh, sure, Mrs. Skillington," I said quickly.

"Mrs. Skillington!" she said, as one would scold a child. "We're both adults, and my name is Nora! Got it?"

"Um, yes ma'am. I ... I'm terribly sorry ... Nora."

"That's better," she replied stuffily.

"I was admiring your garden," I said, backing away, in the unlikely event that I had in fact been rubbing against her generous breasts without her tacit permission.

"Oh, Aubrey," she cried softly, "Sweetheart, no need to be so shy around me. I don't bite. Well, not most of the time," she said, and giggled. "Remember, I invited you to join me on a tour of the house; and we will do the tango, if not tonight, then at the earliest opportunity. I love your company. Why, you're my absolutely favorite young man in the world. You're just the young man I need."

I didn't require a kick in the shins to remind me that this woman had spent most of our dinner together with her hand squeezing my dick. I began to relax.

"I've been teasing you, haven't I?"

I nodded.

"I have been teasing you. I know I have. I'm sorry, Aubrey. That wasn't very nice of me. Old habits die hard. I was just having such a splendid time with you. I guess I may have gotten a little carried away. Please accept my most sincere apologies, Aubrey. I think I've learned a little lesson this evening."

"I'm, I'm sorry too, Nora. Please accept my apologies as well."

"Oh but Aubrey!" she replied warmly, "you've done absolutely nothing wrong. Don't you see? You have nothing to be sorry for. When you're hungry your stomach grumbles, is that wrong?"

"Besides, you are very polite, and you're the best of company. At any rate, as I said, I think I've learned my lesson. No more teasing." Nora bowed her head, sounding chastised, but by no means looking that way.

I realized both of us were staring at her breasts. Nora giggled, and said, "They are nice, don't you think?"

"Beautiful." I replied, unable to come up with addition verbiage.

"Quick, come with me," she said, and half pulled me into the shadows of the balcony. Then, with a swift move, she exposed both her magnificent breasts, and tendered the right one to my mouth.

"Suck it for me!"

My mouth opened and closed down on her elongated nipple. It had to be the longest nipple I had seen to that time, and remains one of the longest I've ever had the pleasure of sucking upon. 

I cupped that breast to support it, and gently squeezed the other, much the same as she had done with my dick earlier.

She moaned softly, and then in a lust filled voice ordered me to, "Bite them, both of them!"

As I complied with her demand, I felt her shudder.

"Take it out!" she growled, her need all too obvious.

"Someone will see us," I said, fearing discovery. "The hell with them! Take it out!"

I took my dick out and she grabbed it, jerked it until it reached its full size, and then moaned.

"Delightful! It's a wonderful prick you have, Aubrey. Yes, a wonderful tool. Do you know how to use it on a woman?"

"Yes," I replied, and went back to chomping on a turgid but spongy nipple.

"You're not a virgin?" she asked, doubting my answer.

I decided not to mention Aunt Nicole, Krista Marie, or Jenny, and told her only of the three girls in my class. I figured Karen was ancient history and didn't count.

"Three from your class?"

"Yes."

"Separately?"

"Yes ... and no," I said, instinctively knowing that would excite her even more.

"Tell me!" she husked, and began masturbating me at a faster pace.

"Do you want me to come?"

"No ... I ... oh, sorry," she said and released me from her tight grip.

As I told her most, but not all of my adventures with Chelsea, Joy and Mora, Mrs. Skillington, or Nora as she insisted I call her, was impressed, for she hiked up her dress and rubbed my dick against her all too moist pussy. 

We entered a series of torrid kisses, with tongues doing things I had not even thought of before we were finished. During the making out, my hand dropped to caress her inner thighs. Nora parted her legs, inviting me into further exploration of this part of her anatomy. 

My fingers moved up and down on the swollen pussy lips, then slipped into her and I reveled in the heat and wetness that almost every cunt brings on first encountering.

And when I found her clit and rubbed it, she moaned and wrapped her legs about my hips.

"Put it in!" she barked commandingly.

Not wanting to shirk my duty as a gentleman, I did just that. I was in to the hilt on just the second thrust. Our mouths met again, and we kissed as we fucked. I didn't last long, coming hard after all the teasing and buildup, and let's not forget the impact those torrid kisses had on me.

After pumping my load into her, I apologized for not lasting longer.

"Make it up to me," she growled. "Go down on me. Lick your cum from my cunt!"

Relieved that she wasn't disappointed by my performance, I hastened to oblige and sucked the inside of her inner thigh long enough to leave a fairly large hickey. She would need to be a little careful wearing her bikini in front of her husband and friends for the next few days, I thought.

Then I attacked her pussy with a vengeance; licking, kissing and nibbling on her clit. Nora had her legs spread as wide as she could. Her hands were on my head directing my efforts. She was mumbling something incoherent and her head was lolling back and forth.

I sent my middle finger into her ass and she increased the pressure on my head, forcing me to withdraw the finger.

Nora had been climaxing at the time I sent the finger up her ass; she told me later that that I had started a whole new series of climaxes. But now I had another erection, and wasted no time in shoving it into her slimy cunt. I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could until stopping to regain my breath.

"No more! Jesus Christ, no more!" she gasped and huffing for breath myself, I asked, "You really want me to stop?"

"No. But you must. I have to return to the party. People will be suspicious, and I must look a wreck after that marvelous fuck. Where ... how could someone so young be so devastating?"

Nora was repairing her dress and found a mirror in her small purse, touched up her makeup and prepared to leave me standing on the balcony.

"Tomorrow, my sweet prince, I promise you I will take you to the moon and back." She gave me an air kiss and whirled away, returning to the party.

'An air kiss, ' I thought, 'a fucking air kiss ... after I gave her a dozen orgasms. Women, I'll never figure them out."

I met Nora after breakfast the following morning. We went for a walk in the garden, and on finding a secluded spot, she bared her breasts for me and I pounced on them. 

After several minutes of frenzied sucking and biting on my part, my somewhat satisfied partner asked, "Have you ever had a tit fuck?"

"A tit fuck? Why no, I don't think so."

"Well then you're in for a treat," she said, and put her lovelies back into her dress; and after checking her appearance in that mirror she always seemed to have at her beck and call, took me by the hand and squeezed it.

"Let's get back to the house. Follow me up the stairs. But count to sixty before you start. I'll be waiting for you."

That said, Nora turned and left me standing in the large foyer. I began to count... "One ... two..."

I turned to face the main room and to my surprise, saw my mother having an animated conversation with two men, one of whom had his hand on her behind, casually fondling it. I was shocked that she would allow it, and thought I should put a stop to it. All thoughts of Nora vanished, and I started toward them, mayhem on my mind, when I heard the other man say, "That's very funny, ______, I would never have thought of it myself."

The man was Mom's lover! He had sent us here knowing that he might have an opportunity be with her. 'Had he arrived last night? Had he slept with my mother?'

My senses returned to me and I shrugged and told myself, so what? Doesn't she deserve some love and affection? And wasn't he responsible for me getting into Mrs. Skillington's pants last night and a promised tit fuck this morning?

I quickly turned away and headed out of the room, only to remember that Nora was waiting for me upstairs. 'Well,' I told myself, 'both Mom and I are going to get some today, ' and started up the stairs.

Nora was waiting for me at the entrance to a bedroom, and hustled me inside, closing and locking the door after me.

"Let's get naked," she chirped, and we did just that. I finished first, because Nora took her time, folding each garment carefully and placing them on a device I had never seen before, or since; a kind of butler thing.

She gave a long, low, wolfish whistle, and said, "My God, you have a magnificent appendage." I had never heard the term before, and committed it to memory.

"It was dark last night. I knew it was big, but not that big. Why, Aubrey, you'll be beating the women off with a stick in another year, my sweet."

"I will?"

"I give you my word, Aubrey. As your body fills out..." she paused, and then said, "of course this fine cock may grow a little more as well ... in that case, why you may become as famous as Casanova, or Don Juan."

Such words of praise, especially for ears as young as mine, had my dick standing straight out; filled with blood and aching to be put to use.

Finally nude, Nora stepped back toward the large bed and allowed me to devour her devastating body with my eyes. The thatch of blonde hair covering her pussy matched the hair on her head. Her legs were easily the equivalent in beauty to that of her breasts, and she had what I would later call, an ass to die for. 

It had been dark on the balcony the night before, and this was really my first clear look at her. I drank her beauty in, and told her what I was thinking.

It was just the right thing to say, for she reached out and captured my appendage and tugged me to the bed.

'Did she think I would resist?' I wondered, as we settled onto the mattress. Nora lay flat on her back, and maneuvered me until she had my dick nestled between her breasts; then took her breasts and compressed them, squeezing me between them.

"Is this the tit fuck?" I asked, not certain of anything at that moment.

"How does it feel?" Nora inquired.

"Incredible!" I groaned.

"Just incredible?" she teased.

"Totally so," I said, and closed my eyes.

"I bet you know what to do now," she said, and giggled.

"Um, I'm not sure. I'd hate to mess up at this point," I told her, being totally honest with her.

She giggled again; took my hands in hers, and placed them on her breasts, firmly sealing my dick in and placed her hands on top of mine.

"The idea is for us to squeeze my titties while you work that splendid cock of yours back and forth through the space between them. Understand?"

"Um, yes," I answered.

"You really didn't spend enough time on my nipples," she said, scolding me slightly. 

"Nipples are very sensitive ... they bring soooo much pleasure to a woman ... and a man as well. And so does that spot you're rubbing over ... YES, THAT"S GOOD!"

"C'mon, hump me there, Aubrey!"

I was using short, brisk strokes.

"Mmmm, that's simply licious!"

I continued using a slow, methodical movement, fearing that to go any faster might force my cock from its wonderful nest.

Yessss," she crooned with half-closed eyes, "Mmmmm, just like that."

I held myself in check, but began to feel a sense of urgency.

"Mmmmm, tit fucking. Doesn't it have a deliciously dirty sound to it?"

"Yes, it does. Um, Nora, I think I'm close to coming."

She ignored me, and went on to say, "I feel like Queen for A Day."

"Nora..." I said, starting to repeat my predicament to her, but she cut me off, saying, "Don't you dare cum, lover ... not yet, anyway!"

"Did you think of me last night?" she probed. "I mean when you were lying in your bed. Did you get all hot and horny thinking about me?"

"I sure did."

This pleased her, and she replied, "Did you jerk off? Did you beat your meat under the covers thinking about my tits?"

Before I could answer her, Nora chided herself, saying, "I should quit babbling and get on with making you come, shouldn't I?"

"That would be..."

But she was slithering away, only to perform a mind-boggling contortion that placed her face directly in front of my throbbing prick.

Nora giggled, "Gobble, gobble, gobble, said the turkey," and after giving my cock a lingering loving look, began slathering her tongue all around my cockhead, slurping, lapping, licking and flicking. And just when I thought I'd felt everything there was to feel, she opened wide and sank her mouth all the way down over my cock. 

The circle of her lips tightened as she slid her mouth up and down, I saw her cheeks go concave as she sucked and sucked; her tongue going through so many contortions it felt as if she had a mouthful of them.

"Oh, oh, oh! I whimpered, trying to warn her of what was hurtling out of my balls and into her mouth. It only served to make her more frantic to make me cum. She had been holding my balls in a gently clutching cradle, and now she sent a finger out on patrol, seeking my anus as I had hers the night before.

As it sank into my ass, I exploded in her mouth; and like her imaginary turkey, she gobbled it all, and I mean all, every single drop.

When I was finally finished, she slid her lips from me and smiled. I noticed drops of sperm at the corners of her mouth. She noticed me noticing and darted her tongue out to catch them, giving a shiver of pleasure that sent her breasts swaying. She bent back down and gave my shrinking cock a thorough tongue bath, then crawled up to nestle in my arms.

"That was soooo licious," she exclaimed, "I really, really enjoyed that."

"What does 'licious' mean?" I asked.

"Oh, it's just a variation of 'delicious."

"I have to remember that. Licious, huh?"

"Yes, you've got it. Did you enjoy my treat?"

"More than you'll ever know."

"Ready to repay me?"




Handsome Ch. 08



I gasped, "So soon?"

"Well, you are at your sexual peak ... I thought..."

"Oh, yeah, I can get it up again. Give me a minute," I said, and began to jerk myself back into fucking shape.

Nora kissed me then. It went on and on and on. I stopped jerking off. I thought she would never end it; and then I felt what up to then had been an almost imperceptible humping of her crotch against my leg.

I decided to show her that two could play the game of sexual enticement, and began to rub small circles on her back; gradually dipping lower and lower. When my fingertips crossed her firm belly I sent them further south to the beginnings of her pubic hair.

I heard her breath catch, and she started to gasp with excitement. She didn't break our kiss though, but looked me dead in the eye and increased the humping against my leg.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that she'd bent a leg back at the knee, with a foot up in the air waving like a flag in a gentle breeze. 

She twirled her ankle in lazy, languorous circles, while her toes curled and unfurled in a sensuous display. Nora sensed what I was looking at, and broke the kiss for a smile. She rose up on her elbows.

"You didn't know that before, did you? When you see a woman's foot writhing like that you can be certain of one thing. She has something very much on her mind. She may not even know what she wants to do about it. But her body knows exactly what it wants. It's a very good moment for a man to be at his most persuasive."

I took note of the fact that her wonderful breasts were within reach and showered them with kisses. Grasping her hips, I gave a little nip to each side.

"Oooo!" she squealed, "So you like to bite, eh?" I didn't bother answering her, but continued massaging and nipping at her tits.

She was enjoying the hell out of my squeezing and biting.

"Oh Aubrey," she moaned, "Let's fuck!"

I glanced at my dick. It stood proudly, gleaming in the dimly lit bedroom. It was so stiff that it actually hurt.

"You're going to drive me crazy," I said, just to say something that wasn't completely stupid. She laughed and straddled me, saying, "You're wrong. I'm going to ride you insane."

As she lowered herself down upon me, I quit breathing. My whole body was quivering as the taut plug at the tip of my dick pushed between the fat flushed lips of her cunt.

Nora's eyelids dropped to a sultry low, "Feel good to you?"

I mumbled incoherently.

"Oh, do you want me to get off you?" she asked, lifting herself nearly completely off my cock.

"No, no!" I whimpered.

"Didn't think so," she said and laughed lewdly. Nora began going up and down at no great speed, patiently riding her way to another orgasm. Her eyes closed and a beatific smile spread across her face. She looked for all the world as if she were at a carnival, astride a pony on the slowest moving carousel. The only thing missing was the pole, but then again she wasn't really missing the pole, it was just buried deep up inside her.

I could feel her juices gush as the moment hit, the tightening around me as she held on to the glorified feeling sweeping her body. She came quietly, and then nearly as calmly, she climbed off of me. She turned around on her knees, lowering herself to her elbows, putting her magnificent breasts on display. Her ass swayed lightly, invitingly, an incitement to further adventures.

I was on my knees and directly behind her in a flash, one hand spreading her slippery cunt lips as the other guided my cock back inside. I sank all the way in, and then leaned down over her.

"This is marvelous," I told her as I nibbled at the nape of her neck.

"Isn't it?" she replied.

My hands reached under her to cup her breasts; my palpitating hands the only barrier between her breasts and full gravity. But it really was an awkward position. I straightened back up, still on my knees, and this enabled me to thrust into her all the more deeply.

She told me she loved it.

I gripped her hips, pulling her harder against me; my hands grasped the sides of her ass, squeezing those voluptuous pillows tight; my hands trailed up and down the wonderful lines of her back, completely delighting me.

"I love it too," I whispered, for to tell the truth, I was unable to converse in normal tones. "What do you like best?" Nora inquired.

"The sight of you ... and me, I mean, me sliding in and out of you. You're pussy sucking me back into you."

I reached beneath us and gave her clit a quick rub. That was enough for Nora. She came like a hurricane, screaming the sounds of her orgasm into a pillow that muffled them. In doing so, she pulled away from me, collapsing to the bed. My cock popped out, and there I knelt, all a throb and beside myself as to what to do.

Slowly Nora recovered, and then rolled onto her back. She looked up at me. "Come on down," she said, spreading all her limbs, "come on down here and fuck me proper."

She wrapped herself all around me as I did just that. Then cooed in my ear, "This is for you, Aubrey, the rest is all for you."

I began humping her in earnest. I knew I didn't have long. Nora had one hand cradling and fondling my balls, while the other squeezed a ring around the base of my cock. She had her pelvis going back and forth, up and down, and round and round, all at once. She was also giving her vaginal muscles a good work-out. All the while she continued to smile up at me. It was just seconds before I broke and burst, filling her with cum.

I was still in my final throes, when she rolled us over, managing to keep me inside her. Then she raised her haunches and daintily lifted herself off me. Running her hands from my shoulders down the sides of my ribs finally coming to rest on my hips, Nora moved back down the bed until her face once again hovered above my groin.

I groaned as she took my cock into her mouth. "That won't work," I gasped.

Nora ignored my plea, and sucked me for several minutes, and then she started slurping around the base. Satisfied by her ministrations, she moved back up and lay on her side next to me. She stroked my ankle with her foot, but that was the only point at which our bodies now touched.

Snuggling her head into the pillow, she looked at me with a smug smile and giggled, "It would've if I'd really wanted it to."

I lay there, feeling spent and satisfied, sticky and sweet, sweaty and stuck to the warm soft stretch of heated flesh I held tightly against me. Finally I sighed, "I suppose I better wash up and go."

I spoke into silence. Nora's mouth stayed shut, though her body did stir, latching herself to me all the more firmly. After a moment, she almost timidly began lapping at my earlobe.

"You fuck very well, young man."

Her limbs began to function, the upper arm and legs sliding slow arches across my flesh. Nora pulled my gaze to hers as her crotch started tapping at my thigh.

"That's quite a compliment," I said, grinning back at her, "coming from you."

She reached down and gave my cock a brief, gentle pat. "Okay, you're all clean; you can go back to your mother, still looking like a virgin."

I lay there for a few minutes absolutely stunned that she would say such a thing. Then I moved to get up, and said, "Oh, but she knows full well that I'm not a virgin. She caught me with those girls I mentioned last night." I counted to three, and added, "All three of them, with me, in my bed."

"Really? Three at once?"

"Yes, all three at once. Well that's impossible, what I meant is..."

"Never mind, I get the picture, and I apologize to you. You're much further advanced that I gave you credit for."

An then, for some reason, Nora changed tactics. I have never tried to figure women out. I go along with them. I have yet to be really disappointed by any one of them.

"Aubrey, there's a little bag under the bed. Would you please pull it out for me?"

I got down on my knees to get it, and she sank down with me. Her hands pinched my ass, reached between my legs to cup my balls, then circled around my waist. Nora took the bag and unzipped it, and reached inside. She pulled out a pair of rumpled lace panties and shoved them against my nose. 

"Smell that! What do you think it is?"

I laughed, and said, "I can guess, but I'm not sure. Are they yours?"

My remark had her laughing hysterically for several minutes. When she calmed down, she patted my arm endearingly, and said, "Are they mine? You are really something. Why, the thought of them belonging to someone else gave me the best laugh I've had in ages.

"You know it's my pussy you smell, don't you? They're still damp. This morning they were soaking wet. I couldn't help myself. Thinking about you, I made myself cum like crazy in these panties. Think about it, me lying here, shoving my fingers up my cunt." 

I thought about it, and felt myself becoming aroused.

"God, I love to masturbate, Aubrey. Would you like to watch me play with myself?"

My head nodded, slowly, of its own accord. Nora placed a pillow behind her back and sat against the headboard. She tossed the used panties at me and said, "Smell them while I masturbate for you."

I brought them to my face and inhaled. Nora put her hands to the insides of her thighs, and then spread her legs wide. Her puffy lipped cunt was staring me in the face.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked as her hands trailed down.

I nodded, and inhaled her aroma from the night before.

"These are my labia. See how puffy and swollen they are? Usually they're not like that. This means I'm incredibly excited."

She slid a finger inside herself. "This is my vagina, or cunt. Inside it is heaven-on-earth for a penis. But you know that. See all that wetness? It's because a woman gets so excited thinking about the man's cock about to slide in and out of her that she gets all wet. Its pussy juice, baby, my pussy juice, and I am excited about having that wonderful cock of yours crammed into me.

"And see this little bump up here? That's my clitoris. It's even more sensitive than my nipples; which means it delivers about a thousand times the pleasure. See how I'm pumping my fingers in and out, while this other finger rubs my clit? Oh, I'm going to be coming like crazy real soon."

She licked her lips with her tongue, and I inhaled her smell again, only I no longer needed the panties. Her scent wafted up to me from her smoldering cunt, or vagina.

"Could the fact that you're watching me jill off be making me so hot?" It's your fault, Aubrey; making me watch you watching me.

"I mean ... what I mean ... is ... What I mean is ... OH, MY FUCKING GOD!"

I reached out and pinched one of her stiffened nipples.

"Aubrey! Aubrey!"

I twisted it and pinched the other one.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, Aubrey! Look at me ... LOOK AT ME!"

"Come for me!" I yelled into her ear.

"Yes ... I ... I'm coming!"

I waited with bated breath as she came and came again.

I continued waiting, caressing a breast now and then; running a hand between her legs, but not touching her clit or pussy until she began to calm down. She had fingers from both hands embedded in her cunt.

Once her breathing slowed, I bent forward and spread her still quivering, tightly clenched thighs. Then I lifted one of her hands away, holding it with my thumb in the palm, while my fingers caressed the back. Gradually, I raised it to my face; my eyes fixed on hers while slowly, one by one, I sucked her fingers clean.

Nora stroked my face while I worked on the other hand. When I'd finished, she just cradled my face, gazing down at me. Her hands moved up into my hair and slowly tightened their grip as I lowered my head down to her cunt.

"Oh," she sighed, "my dear ... dear, boy. Please eat me!"

I hesitated, and as I savored her scent, I fumbled around, searching for her soiled underwear, and finding it held it to her nose. She laughed lewdly again, and moaned, "Eat me, Aubrey. Suck my cunt, lick my hot pussy; dear God, drive me wild!"

Then she took in her own smell from the previous night, and stuck most of the panties into her mouth.

That was my signal to eat her out.

Oh Aubrey," she gushed, "make me come all over your face!"

As my mouth made contact with her glistening folds I thought of the ways and places in which she'd fingered her cunt. I thought of how the lightest touches were often the most erotic, and how once they'd accumulated to a level of breathtaking intensity just a few brusquer gestures could make her entire universe explode. 

I thought all these things as my tongue circled a perimeter around her opening, and then, slowly spiraled inward.

Now whimpering, Nora was wetter than ever. I realized she was already so highly aroused, that I could simply blow lightly on her cunt and drive her nuts.

I did just that, and it did just that. Her fingers went racing across my scalp, only to yank ferociously at my hair.

I nibbled her lips with mine, and then ran my tongue up and down the length of her slit; and when she whimpered, "Yes, yes, yes!" I knew I had her totally under my control.

In everything I had tried, no negative responses had occurred. I parted her inner folds with my fingers, and stuck my tongue as deeply inside as I could. She grabbed the back of my head and shoved my mouth firmly against her cunt, forcing me even further. I snaked my tongue in and out; made it thick and then narrow, for I had come to understand her earlier remarks after she'd sucked me off. 

What I was experiencing was more than the pleasure of giving pleasure. Sucking her off was giving me incredibly pleasure. My cock was throbbing, already fully erect and raring to go. My nose bumped against her clit and she shuddered as she wriggled her hips trying to get me even closer. I remained with her clit for the next minute, paying it careful attention, giving it the lightest of kisses and licks, then lapped it more forcefully with the broadside of my tongue.

I resorted to the use of long, languorous licks and then intensified the tempo and pressure upon her love nub.

Nora was squirming and squealing, gasping and groaning; her fingers like iron bars pressing into my temples. I pursed my lips around her clit, and lashed at it with my tongue, reaching under to grab the cheeks of her ass, squeezing them tight as I sucked on her clit. I could feel muscles around me start to quake and quaver. She clasped her hands roughly on the back of my head as she started to climax, her mouth opened in a wide silent oval. I couldn't hear her cries very well because her thighs were clamped tight against my ears.

And, Nora, true to her words, came all over my face. Her juices flooded my chin, trickling down my throat. The second her legs relaxed their grip just the slightest, I nodded down to lap up all I could. All her limbs grew limper and limper until she lay there like a puddle of soft flesh. 

I was content to spend the rest of the day giving her sex quiet little kisses and gentle lazy licks. But then I felt several small muscles in her groin start to clutch, signaling a return to tension. I was about to send my steaming dick back into her, when Nora hooked her hands under my arms, pulling me up on top of her for a long sensuous cuddle. 

She commenced kissing me all over my face and neck; her tongue licking the wetness from my skin while giving it a new sheen.

"I love tasting myself on you," she moaned. "I love thinking about the amazing things you've done to me and you're ... eighteen?"

"Yes," I said, "I'm going to be nineteen in a couple months though," as if that made a difference.

"I would very much like," Nora blinked, almost in tears, "to keep on sucking this lovely cock for as long as you can stand me doing it."

She sent a hand on a descriptive journey, "And it's so big, and so hard, and so beautiful, and I want it inside me right now ... pretty please?"

She guided me to the font of her wetness, holding me there until the head of my cock had safely slipped inside. "Deeper, deeper," she whimpered as she coaxed me.

"Fill me up completely."

I slid in to the hilt.

"Aubrey?" she asked.

"Yes?"

Nora locked her legs around my waist. "So, this is probably the last time we'll have today. So let's make it a good one, all right?" And she began to grind her pussy into me, milking me with her well developed cunt muscles.

I let her carry the action for a while and then noticed something a little different. I shifted a little until I was sort of riding up on her. The top side of my dick was now rubbing over her clit with each thrust. 

Nora gave me a puzzled look, but seconds later her eyes went wide, almost bulging from her head. Nora twisted her hands through the labyrinth of our legs, one cupping my balls from underneath, while a finger of the other tickled my anus, gently probing. 

This seemed terribly one-sided to me. I twisted slightly, inserting a finger up inside her along with my cock. Nora got a big smile that turned down to a whimper of disappointment when I pulled it out. I moved my hand around and then, without so much as an introduction, stuck the slickened finger up her ass. This had sent her over earlier. Her hands went to my ass, gripping it like a steering wheel. Then she gave a great groan and started to cum.

Eventually I rolled off her, on my side by her side. Nora turned her head towards me. "Incredible!" she whispered. "Just incredible!"

"You too," I said.

"No, you are special, Aubrey. You're unique, truly unique. You search and search until you find a woman's secret."

"I do?"

"Yes, you do. And then you weld them to you forever by bringing them happiness that may never be repeated. I can only hope that I have sex like this again. But if not, I have this to look back on. And I'm ever so grateful to you for that."

"Well, you were pretty damned exciting too, Nora."

"Thank you, but I know better. However, would you consider returning here to stay with me for a few days? Perhaps Thanksgiving, or Christmas?"

"I'd like to, but I think my mother will have plans for us then."

"Yes, I expect so," Nora said, eyes downcast. Then she brightened. Perhaps next summer. We could have the two of you for a long weekend. Your mother seems to be enjoying herself with ______."

"That's a possibility. I'll mention it to her."

"No, don't. I'll have _______ mention it to her. I know she's involved with him and would probably accept the invitation to be alone with him."

"I think you're right," I said.

And then we said our real goodbyes, the artificial farewell would occur the next day. I didn't know it then, but it would be the last time I saw Nora. She and her husband would perish in a fiery boat accident that fall. But I would remember her for the rest of my life. Her and the wonderful aroma of her cum soaked panties.



Handsome Ch. 09



Chapter 9

Back to School

The remainder of my summer seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, my mother was buying me what amounted to a new fall wardrobe to accommodate my growth spurt.

Unbeknownst to me, two girls soon to be in my class were scheming to make me their boyfriend. Only well after we became acquainted in the biblical sense did they tell me about it.

Anyway, here's what happened. The two girls were Brittany and Kassi. It all began right after school started when they were at Kassi's killing time between their favorite TV shows by making up a list of "Hottie's," or boys they would like to make it with. 

"Let's see," said Kassi, Milt is a co-captain of the football team. He's really good-looking and all. I'd love to have him hold me."

Brittany giggled. "He's okay, but I'd like to get Mr. Barrow, my history teacher in an empty room." "Really?" Kassi said, growing excited, "and what would you do if you got him all alone?"

"I'd suck his cock," Brittany replied off-handedly.

"You'd suck..." Kassi said, surprised at her friends candor.

"You don't?" Brittany said, in turn surprised that her friend wasn't bestowing blowjobs on her boyfriends.

"Um, no ... I mean, I haven't ... at least not yet. I didn't think you had either."

Both girls shared the same home room at school, but they didn't really know each other all that well, and so it came as something of a revelation to Kassi, who had never sucked a cock in her life.

"Shit, Kassi, I've been giving blowjobs to guys since forever! I like it and the guys love it."

"God, I've only kissed a few guys. Marty Tabbacheck touched my tits once at a birthday party when we played Spin-the-Bottle, but that's it."

"Have you ever frenched a guy?"

"Well..." Kassi said and stopped.

"You know," Brittany said, "put your tongue in his mouth, or vice versa?"

"No, but I've had a tongue in my ear."

"Wow, I thought you had."

"So there's a big difference?"

"And how," Brittany said, leaving Kassi wondering and more anxious than ever to get laid.

Both girls were sexy, but in different fashions. Kassi was a nubile blonde with a bouncy sort of body. She had plump tits that thrust out saucily against her sweaters, and a well-packed ass which was shaped like a valentine; and long, shapely legs. Her blue eyes were wide and innocent-looking, and she had a scattering of cute freckles across her cheeks. She had a sort of swaybacked posture that pushed her tits up, tucked her crotch in and stuck her ass out. 

Plenty of guys had jerked off while thinking about Kassi. And Kassi frigged herself off frequently, too. But Kassi was still a virgin.

Brittany was a slender girl with short, dark, curly hair, and dark, flashing eyes and a wide, sensual mouth. Her tits were not as big as Kassi's, but they were firm and very much alive; and the fact that she wore no bra was evident in the way that her stiff nipples pushed out in twin peaks against her blouse, or sweaters. Her waist was narrow, and her ass was round. 

She liked the way her ass looked, and she used it to good effect when she walked. And Brittany was a lot more sexually experienced than Kassi at the time, having already allowed the two boys she'd blown to finger her, with one licking her to a climax. Still, she too was a virgin.

"No, I haven't," Kassi said. "What's it like?"

"Come here," Brittany said, pulling the other closer to her. "I'll show you. But it doesn't make us lezzies." And before Kassi could react, Brittany was kissing her.

"Open your mouth, silly," Brittany scolded gently when Kassi kept her lips sealed.

"Okay," Kassi said and they kissed again. The second Kassi felt her friend's tongue in her mouth; she responded as if touched by a cattle prod, and leapt away from Brittany.

"The fuck!" she gasped in shocked surprise.

"It's a kiss, silly. That's frenching, silly. C'mere, let's try it again, but don't jump away like that."

"Are you sure ... I mean, I never..."

But she allowed herself to be kissed again, and this time realized how much more enjoyable kissing could be.

"Wow! That was..."

"Great, huh? Now imagine if Milt was kissing you instead of me," Brittany said suggestively.

"Oh, wow ... yeah. Jeez, I'm getting goose bumps."

"Told ya," Brittany laughed vulgarly, "Now let's see about getting you to suck a cock."

"Oh, I couldn't," Kassi protested.

"Sure you could. Have you got any bananas in the house?"

There were, and the two practiced with them until Brittany felt that Kassi had the hang of sucking cock down.

"Now," she told Kassi, speaking as if she had a world of experience behind her, "when the guy cums, he'll want to cum in your mouth. Sometimes I let them, other times I don't. They don't make a big deal of it on account of wanting me to blow them again.

After some more discussion, the girls returned to making up their list of 'Hottie's' and were surprised that they both had Aubrey Morgenthall, next.

"I heard that he's fucked Mora," Brittany sagely told Kassi.

"No!" the other responded with disbelief.

"It's true. I heard it from Marissa Brown. She saw them together."

"Doing it?"

"Not exactly."

"What's not exactly mean?"

"Marissa saw the two of them buying condoms at Leary's Pharmacy. The next day she asked Mora how it went, and Mora surprised her by admitting they'd done it, and told her that Aubrey was hung like a horse!"

"She didn't!"

Did!'

"My God! Hung like a horse? What does that mean?"

"His penis ... it's as big as a horse's, silly."

"I ... I've never seen a real horse. I'm not sure I understand."

"Wow, you are ... well, you've led a sheltered life, haven't you? When I say that Aubrey's hung like a horse, I mean that his penis is extra large, compared to the other guys."

"Oh, now I understand," Kassi said, and they fell into a giggling fit. ________________________________________

That night, Kassi couldn't sleep, but tossed and turned thinking about what Brittany had told her and more importantly what she had shown her.

Then having grown so excited that she couldn't stand it anymore, she threw the covers off and, wet her right hand, putting all four finger into her mouth. Slowly, she coated both nipples with her saliva and only then did she resort to her late night game. 

Uttering a soft moan at the first touch, she gently squeezed her left nipple. A moment later she repeated the squeeze on her other nipple. Then she rubbed the palms of her hands over the turgid buds, moaning quietly at the thrill that seemed to surge from her breasts right to her clitoris.

Driven by a recently discovered passion, Kassi increased the pressure on her nipples feeding the fire between her legs.

Gradually, she became aware of the rhythmic rocking of her legs, especially of the stab of pleasure that accompanied each closing swing. Keeping her eyes closed, and her fingers gently squeezing and pulling, Kassi consciously controlled the movement of her legs. 

She quickly discovered that the best results were obtained from spreading wider and clenching tighter. On each outward swing she could feel her pussy part and knew that her cunt must now be gaping open, exposing her entire inner self to anyone who might be standing in front of her. Wanting to see herself for herself, she made a mental note to have a hand mirror present the next time she tried this.

Slowly, her thighs grew wet from the juices running out of her. Her mind fogged up as it always did at this point of her arousal. And when she opened her passion-drooped eyelids, she saw her arousal in the mirror at the foot of the bed. She could see herself well enough, but not her pussy, at least not the way she wanted to, thus the need for the hand mirror.

Seemingly of its own accord, her left hand moved between her legs. Normally, she touched herself there only to wash, or insert a tampon. This was the first time she found herself oozing fluid, coating her puffy labia with a slick film that she now realized had spread to her inner thighs. Kassi knew about masturbation, but had yet to attempt it, but after talking with Brittany earlier, she knew that the time for experimentation had come.

"Shit, I may be getting laid any day now. The least I can do is jill off.' she told herself, just as her middle finger slithered into her slit. An involuntary gasp escaped her lips before she could contain it. And she froze, terrified that her older brother Jon might have heard her. But with the next shiver of ecstasy, Kassi was lost in the throes of her quest for an orgasm. The throbbing of her clitoris had gone into overdrive, and was now almost continuous.

Kassi threw her head as she rubbed her labia and clitoris with one hand and toyed with her elongated nipples with the other. She quickly discovered that it was touching that throbbing button of pleasure that produced the most intense feelings. She wasn't sure how it would end, wasn't sure if she wanted it to end, but she instinctively knew that she needed to throw herself into the growing wave of pleasure that threatened to break over her at any second.

As she strummed her clit, images of various boys from school flashed through her head. She concentrated on Aubrey Morgenthall as her climax went into high gear. It was his mouth nipping at her nipples. It was his smell that enveloped her; and it was his tongue that entered her mouth as the wave broke, and Kassi arched her back and choked back a loud sob of relief as a wave of sheer pleasure racked her frame.

It took about a minute for her head to clear, and to say that her emotions and thoughts were mixed would be an understatement. Kassi was at once amazed and dismayed: amazed that her body was capable of giving her such pleasure, and that she had never discovered it before. She said a silent prayer of thanks to Brittany for showing that masturbation was fun and not "something people didn't do," as her mother continually stressed to her.

If fucking was better than masturbation, she couldn't wait to spread her legs for the first boy wanting to do her, she thought, moments before falling into a dreamy, somewhat restless slumber. ________________________________________

The next day, Kassi told Brittany of her late night adventure into masturbation. When the giggling ended they began hatching a plan to see which of them could get Aubrey to be their boy friend.

"And the best thing is," Brittany explained, "is that it don't matter which of us gets him, because he'll get the other a dream guy too."

"How will that work?" Kassi asked.

"Well, to get him to be a boyfriend, we're gonna have to put out for him."

"You mean, Aubrey's gonna fuck us?"

"Of course he's gonna fuck us," Brittany said, trying to sound exasperated at her friend. "At least one of us."

"But, I'm a virgin!"

"So am I ... at least technically," Brittany said.

"What does that mean?"

"It means I ain't let anyone pop my cherry, that's what it means."

"I thought..."

"You thought what, that I'm a slut?"

"No, Brit, I never thought that."

"What did you think?"

"I thought ... I thought that you had done it all. You know ... all those blowjobs, and all."

"Well, nobody's stuck their wiener in me ... not yet anyways."

"I've been hoping to lose my cherry," Kassi volunteered. "I mean, I'm three weeks into my eighteenth year for Christ's sake."

"And I'm three months older than you," Brittany said lamely. "I gotta lose it soon, or I'll be the old maid of the school."

"So, Brit, how are we gonna do it?"

"We'll seduce him, that's how."

"Yeah, okay," Kassi said, and then wondered how a girl seduced a guy.

Anticipating the question, Brittany said, "Don't ask me now, I'm thinking."

Less than thirty seconds elapsed before she brightened and said, "I got it!"

Remember, neither girl was all that bright.

"Both of us will rub up against him."

"Can we do that?"

Brittany gave Kassi her look, and Kassi backed off.

"We can take him to lunch, or maybe a movie," Brittany speculated.

"Or both!" Kassi added.

"Or both, yeah," Brittany said, lost in thought. "How do we decide which of us he wants?"

"That should be obvious. He'll be sticking his wiener in one of us."

"But ... but, all's fair, right?" She was desperately hoping it would be her.

"Right, Kassi, anything goes, anything to get him to be the boy friend."

"Blowjob's, or more, right?" Kassi said.

"Or more..." Brittany agreed, already working on her own plan of seduction.

She never figured that Kassi might evolve a plan of her own. ________________________________________

The third day of school, I found myself cornered by the two of them.

"You're so cute!" Kassi chirped, and let her hand rest on my shoulder.

"He is," Brittany agreed, letting a breast brush against that same arm.

Since both girls were more than just cute, I agreed to let myself be persuaded to have lunch with both the following day, which was Saturday. I joined the girls at the Brentwood Diner just before noon and we placed our orders with the waitress who found the idea of me being with two seemingly eager young girls amusing.

Nothing happened until after the waitress brought our orders to the table. But then I found myself staring transfixed as Kassi brazenly opened one blouse button after another. I didn't realize it at the time, but Brittany used the opportunity to squeeze my hand under the table. Unconsciously, I squeezed back, all the while staring unabashedly at Kassi as she turned to the side, and the gap in her blouse opened to reveal one very well shaped breast, and a glimpse of pink nipple.

Of course I grew hard. Of course, Brittany moved to feel me there and I turned crimson.

It dawned on me then and there, that a partially clad female can arouse one even more than a fully naked one. As with so many other things, it's the thought that counts.

"You're, um, blouse is open," I said in a whisper. Kassi batted her eyes at me and slowly, tantalizingly, open another button. Her blouse fell away completely exposing the breast.

"Like it?" she asked. "I have another one just like it."

I was frozen, completely frozen, and unable to respond. Kassi giggled, and shrugged her shoulders and to my amazement there she sat, in a public place with both breasts fully displayed to both me and Brittany.

And then I realized that Brittany had a firm grip on my dick, squeezing it repeatedly.

"Hasn't she got the nicest tits?" Brittany whispered in my ear, and then stuck her pink tongue in it and wiggled it in as deeply as possible.

I realized where this was going, and recalled thinking that Aunt Nicole had not mentioned this type of activity when telling me the ways of women. Well, I guess no one can cover all the ground, there's just too much to cover, you know? "Kassi, could you please move closer to me?" I asked as sincerely as I could.

She did.

I extended my hand out to her and cupped her left breast. I felt her trembling at the touch.

"Would you mind if I sucked on them?" I said, gently rolling her nipple between my thumb and finger.

"Uh ... okay," she husked, her voice barely audible, and a deep flush began to spread from her neck to the top of her head.

"You be the lookout, Brittany, okay?" I said, instinctively knowing she would.

Leaning forward, my mouth closed over a strawberry tipped bud. Kassi drew in her breath with a clearly perceptible hiss. I nuzzled gently, cupping the breast to keep her nipple in my mouth.

Brittany squeezed me through my pants, and I released the suction on Kassi's tit, and slowly sat up, raising my eyes to Kassi's. She smiled, and leaned forward. I matched her movements, and she took my tongue between her lips and pressed her own against it as it writhed against mine in her mouth.

I was amazed. The girl had no idea how to kiss. After the kiss, I turned to Brittany.

"I don't want to cum in these slacks, Brit. Would you mind not squeezing me for a while?"

I had embarrassed her. That was evident from the immediate flush that filled her face and neck. Her hand moved to the table and rested there. In under a minute I had caused both of them to flush in embarrassment.

Thinking fast, I redeemed myself in Brittany's eyes by asking her to raise her skirt; which she did, although it was clear to me that she didn't know where I was going with the request. That is, until my hand went under the skirt to the juncture between her legs.

She was wet right through her panties.

As my fingers slowly explored her silk undies, I looked at Kassi and whispered. "Button up before someone comes by and throws us out."

The look on her face told me that I'd shattered her with my comment, and I followed quickly with, "I'm going to give both of them a workout, but later, in a more private place."

She nodded, and almost happily buttoned her blouse. I returned my attention to Brittany's wet pubes.

Brittany wriggled a little in order to spread her legs for me, and my fingers found their way past her panties and into her warm, wet cunt.

"Ooooh!" she moaned as I did.

"I'm diddling her," I told Kassi, who was looking on with interest.

"What about me?" Kassi complained.

"I'm sorry, Kassi, only one at a time."

Kassi pouted, "You like her more than you like me."

"That's not true and you know it," I replied firmly. But to mollify her, I added, "And just to prove it, I've got a nice treat for you."

"Oh, what is it?" she asked excitedly.

"Open your mouth and close your eyes."

She did and I took my fingers from Brittany's twat, and stuck them in Kassi's mouth.

She sealed her lips upon my finger, then licked and sucked the juices from them, raising her hand to mine to make sure I didn't pull them away too soon. When she opened her eyes there was a twinkle in them I hadn't seen before.

"That was nice. Can I have more?"

"Maybe later, but right now..."

Rather than continue talking, I acted, pinching a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and then I turned back to Brittany.

"This may sound rude, Brittany, but I am kind of hungry. I was thinking can you get your pussy ready for me? I mean play with yourself; get it nice and juicy for me?"

I really had caught her off guard, for her eyes were riveted to my fingers pinching Kassi's nipple. I let the nipple go, and waved off Kassi's protest, and began eating.

People came in and sat down quite close to us. I knew we couldn't go back to what we'd been doing. "It's getting crowded in here. Are either of your parents out? I mean, is there a house available to us?"

It seemed that Kassi's parents were both working, at least until around five, when her father usually came home. That left us three hours. We left immediately for Kassi's.

We went directly to Kassi's room. It was a typical girl's room, with posters of the latest rock and movie stars.

I caught Brittany looking at me and stuck my tongue out at her. She gave me a quizzical look. I motioned that I wanted her to lift her dress up. She did, and I really got a good look at her pussy. On a whim, I told her to finger herself while we watched.

With a nervous giggle, Brittany hiked her dress to her hips, and began rubbing two fingers along the outer folds of her twat.

Kassi's eyes went wide, apparently not having seen Brittany's cunt on display before, much less seeing another girl frigging themselves. It had only been the night before that she had done it for any length of time herself.

Brittany slowly pulled the fingers from her cunt and offered them to me. I took her arm, and brought her hand up between our faces and leaned in as if I wanted to kiss her. Instead, I licked the juices from the backs of her fingers while pressing the front to her lips. When she responded by extending her tongue to taste her juices, I pushed my tongue between her fingers to rub against hers. Our tongues fought over the slimy coating until it was gone. Then I lowered her arm, and kissed her soft yielding mouth, darting my tongue in and out until the both of us were moaning.




Handsome Ch. 09



Kassi had been watching us, and had a greedy expression on her face. I moved to her and pulled her close.

"Know what you tasted before, you know, during lunch?"

"Not really," she said.

"It was Brittany's love juice on my finger."

"No way!"

To confirm my statement, I only had to say: "Brittany?"

"He's telling the truth, Kassi. He had his finger in me, and you sucked it right after it came out of my pussy."

"No ... no way!' she protested.

"Honest to God," Brittany swore.

"Jesus ... I had no idea," Kassi said in awe. But she was undeterred, and kissed me, mashing her mouth against mine, and then licked my lips in turn, tasting her girl friend and seemingly savoring the taste.

"Hey," I said, and got the attention of both girls. "First things, first, you girls want to get and keep a boyfriend you had better learn how to kiss."

"I ain't a poor kisser," Brittany protested. I shut her up by pressing my finger against her lips.

Kassi looked horrified. I made it worse for her. "Kassi, before we go any further, I want you to go into the bathroom and brush your teeth. On second thought, brush them twice."

"What? But why?"

"Your breath stinks. A girl should be certain she smells nice ... and I mean everywhere. And if you have any doubts, clean your pussy too."

Kassi was crying, and Brittany went to her and held her, and found a way to glare at me at the same time.

"Why don't you join her, Brittany?"

"You bastard!" she spat.

"Hey, if I'm gonna go down on the two of you, the least you can do is give me a clean pussy. I cleaned my cock before leaving the house, did you clean yours?"

"I don't have a cock," Brittany answered.

"You know what I mean. I don't mean to hurt your feelings, well ... maybe I did ... a little. But think of it as a lesson. I'm not going to spread word around the school that so and so's got bad breath and a smelly cunt. Someone else would. Think about it. But get your little asses in there and get to it, or I'm out of here."

Kassi was still crying as Brittany and she went into Kassi's bathroom. I heard water running, gurgling and a toilet flush.

They were back in less than five minutes, and I knew that they had both scrubbed their twats for me as well as brushing their teeth.

"Did you use Kassi's toothbrush?" I asked.

"What if I did?" Brittany responded defiantly.

"That's good, now let's practice kissing. We all settled down on the couch, with Kassi in the middle of me and Brittany.

C'mere Kassi, sit on my lap and give me a smooch." Kassi coughed, and a startled expression crossed her face.

"Me first?"

"Why not?"

Brittany surprised me by taking out a pack of Marlboros and lighting one. Her hand was shaking as she took a deep drag before exhaling a long column of smoke toward the ceiling. Kassi didn't notice anything but my mouth as it headed for hers.

Before I actually kissed Kassi, I said, "We are going to have a contest. We both get to kiss Kassi and she's going to tell us who the best kisser is."

"But ... Brittany tried to object.

"Come on Brittany," Kassi said, not getting the implication of my statement, but wanting to kiss me. "He's gonna kiss us and we'll be better for it."

"Okay," Brittany said, almost whimpering. She took another drag and then crushed the cigarette out in a nearby ashtray, looking at me with scared eyes.

I took Kassi's chin between my fingers, tilted her head at an angle, and brushed my lips against hers. I grew more insistent, caressing her lips between my own, before dancing my tongue along them, opening them. My hand found its way to her neck, and my thumb lifted her chin, tilting her head up and toward me. Our tongues danced together, and I bit her lower lip, pulling it along with me as I withdrew.

She was obviously breathless, and the flush that had faded returned with an even deeper hue. Her nipples were erect and poking against the thin fabric of her blouse.

I had to nudge her with my elbow to get her out of her swoon. "Well, what did you think, Kassi?"

"It ... was different," she stammered.

"Yeah, right," Brittany said dubiously, having recovered somewhat. "Tell me, on a scale from one to ten, what was it? And be honest."

"It was a nine."

"Hah!" I said.

"Hey, remember, she has never been kissed before."

"I have too," Kassi protested.

"Like that?"

"Well ... no," she admitted.

I was already turning to embrace Brittany. Her mouth was already open. Her tongue was waiting for mine. Still, she didn't have that much experience either. I kissed her softly, tracing my lips over hers, ignoring her tongue as it leapt from her mouth in its eagerness to perform a trick or two that she'd learned in the backseat of someone's car during a midnight seduction. Soon we were both turning our heads in tiny circles, our lips barely touching. With my peripheral vision, I caught a glimpse of Kassi's tongue as she licked her lips, engrossed in watching us kissing.

Brittany let out a soft, high pitched moan. I had her!

Still kissing Brittany, I captured her face between my hands and hungrily explored her mouth. The room echoed with the sounds of our grunting and groaning.

My cock was hard as a rock.

Eventually, I took my mouth off Brittany's.

"What's my score?"

"Oh, God, you gotta be at least eighteen."

"Now you both have a rudimentary idea of what it's like to kiss someone. You can only improve with practice.

"Will you practice with us?" Kassi asked, and the plea in her voice was unmistakable.

"Practice on one another," I said tossing her request off.

The two girls gave each other a look, and I knew they would; and that it was possible far more than just kissing would follow.

"Here, Kassi, let's try one more," I said. I moved my lips against hers, this just reveling in the tingly feel of our lips touching together.

The kiss ended with a soft pop, and Kassi quickly asked me, "What will it feel like when you're inside me?"

"Well," I began. "It's not easy to put in to words..."

I decided a demonstration was called for as well as any explanation I could manage.

I saw that Brittany was laughing quietly, but watching with more than a casual interest.

"Get out of those jeans, Kassi."

It still makes me shake my head to think of how elegantly she shimmied out of the skin tight jeans, but she did.

"Now touch your pussy."

Both Brittany and I watched as the teen slipped a hand into her white cotton panties and touched her cunt.

Her eyes were closed, and I saw her upper lip quiver. Her tongue darted out, licked the quivering lip as I told her to finger herself.

I wasn't surprised when she obeyed me.

"What's it feel like, Kassi?"

"It's ... it's all slick, and warm."

"Is that all?" Brittany asked, getting into the game.

"It ... it feels ... inside it's all like rippled and mushy."

The freckles on her cute nose were highlighted in the afternoon light. She opened her eyes and nodded at me, challenging me with an almost innocent curiosity in her wide, green eyes.

"When I enter you, it will be almost the same, except that my dick being much bigger will stretch those ridges you spoke of. There will be some pain when your cherry pops. But that's only momentary. Brittany can tell you about that."

"No, no I can't. I'm a virgin," she said softly.

"You're both virgins!"

They were both nodding as I slid my fiddle finger into Kassi's twat and found it snug, and that was before she constricted around my digit.

Kassi grinned and licked her lips slowly.

"I'll bet you're feeling very tight and snug inside," I told her.

She smiled again, blushing.

Getting wet?" I asked, and she nodded.

I heard Brittany gasp, and turned my head to check on her. She had her hand in her underwear, obviously frigging herself while watching her girlfriend getting off on my finger.

Kassi was getting very wet as I talked. I worked a second finger into her and she moaned softly while I continued talking.

"It feels like you're melting around my finger. It really feels good."

"Mmm," she crowed softly.

Brittany was trying to emulate my movements, but not being able to see my actual movements, couldn't, and gave up copying and started her own masturbation.

"No, Brittany, don't you jill off," I said harshly. "You wait. I'll get around to you."

Her hand came slowly out of her panties and hung limply at her side. She had a pathetic expression on her face.

I found that I couldn't prolong this teasing and said, "How about we stop this shit and get down to fucking? Isn't that what the two of you want?"

Brittany whined, "But, I want you to say you'll be my boyfriend first!"

"No!"

"Why can't I be your girlfriend," Brittany said, drawing out her whine.

"What makes you think I'll have either of you as my girl friend? I mean, here you are practically begging me to break you both in, and you're demanding that I become your boyfriend? C'mon, get real."

That was definitely the wrong thing to say.

Both girls burst into tears.

It took me more than twenty minutes of bullshitting them and them bullshitting me back, before they calmed down.

What it came down to was this: They were trying to set me up; trying to seduce me with the idea that one of them would become my girlfriend, while I would fix the other up with a teammate on the baseball team. Both girls tearfully admitted to the deception. 

I resolved everything by agreeing to be seen in public with them; singly and together. This would, at least as far as they were concerned, put them in a favorable light with their other classmates, both boys and girls. In return I would get to fuck them both silly.

It was attention they craved, and they were willing to do anything to get it.

I looked both girls in the eye and laughed, "All right, you horny virgins, who wants to go first?"

They looked at one another, and it appeared that Kassi wanted Brittany to lead off.

"Get naked, girls," I said and began removing the remainder of my own clothing. I pulled off my briefs, and lay back on the bed. My dick slapped against my stomach.

Brittany's eyes were glued to it. "Your turn," I said quietly. She nodded, and shrugged off her bra and shimmied out of her panties and lay down beside me.

Kassi was a second or two behind her. She lay next to me, and looked over at Brittany with a concerned expression. I thought of them as exquisite bookends.

"Go ahead, frig yourself," I said. "It'll feel good," and I slowly stroked my cock.

Brittany stared at my cock before laughing at what I had said. Her hand moved over her belly before settling between her legs. She moaned at the first contact.

She stared at my cock. "What's it feel like?"

I wasn't sure if she was asking, '"What does it feel like to me, or what does my cock feel in you?"

"I don't know," she said, and I believed her. Both girls were nervous, and I wondered how to calm them down before starting to take their cherries.

Brittany solved the problem, whispering in my ear, "Want me to blow you?"

Her face was taut with excitement, and she giggled after she spoke.

"That'd be a good start," I answered, and got another giggle out of her. Kassi had a befuddled look on her face watching Brittany stick her tongue in my ear. I winked at her as Brittany's head disappeared.

Kassi sat up and peered over my body to see what was going on. I watched as a stunned expression slowly appeared and disappeared only to be replaced by one of pure fascination as she watched Brittany's head bobbing merrily up and down as if ducking for apples in a bowl at a Halloween party.

Brittany gurgled with pleasure as her lips dragged up my thick stalk and slurped hungrily on the fat head of my dick. She attempted to deep throat me, but took on more than she could handle ... for the moment.

She took me from her mouth, and brandished my dick in the air, calling out to Kassi, "See, it's really easy to suck a cock. Wanna try it?"

I made no objection as Kassi positioned herself to absorb my dick in her mouth.

"It's her first time," Brittany offered, "Me, I done it a lot of times. I mean, I'm not a slut, you know, but I done it a few times. I'm gonna deep throat you before I'm finished. Just you wait."

I let one hand rest lightly on Kassi's head as she plunged up and down, reminding me somehow of a kid working a yo-yo. She didn't seem to need any guidance, and I encouraged her, telling her I loved what she was doing. Well, I really did. Kassi caught Brittany's eye and Brittany told her she was doing great and moved in for closer inspection.

"Why not switch?" I asked, and got my wish as Brittany accepted my throbbing dick from a smiling Kassi and went deep. She managed to deep throat me this time and I congratulated her on her skill.

Exhilarated by both my comment and her success, she went wild, sucking like a machine until recalling that she was supposed to be sharing me with her friend.

"Ummm," Brittany sighed, as her lips dragged up my dick, and then somewhat reluctantly, she surrendered it to Kassi.

Kassi fell right into a rhythm, sucking on the head of my cock, her cheeks hollowing in and out and I clearly heard her purr with voracious delight.

"Be careful, Kassi," Brittany said in a low voice. "He'll cum in your mouth if you're not careful."

Kassi removed me from between her sexy lips and asked: "Is that bad?"

Both Brittany and I laughed. Brittany was quick to assure her friend that, "No, it's not bad. But you might not like it. You can try it, but if you'd rather not ... well, I like to swallow."

"I swallow," Kassi said and returned to licking and sucking on the head of my dick. Brittany played with my balls.

"I'm gonna cum, Kassi!"

"Mmmm..." she groaned, not relinquishing my cock to Brittany, seemingly determined to swallow.

"Yeah, baby ... that's it!" I moaned. "Ohhhh, yeah ... suck it, baby, get me off!"

"Mmmmm..." Kassi purred, and then pulled her lips away for a moment. She stared down at my cock, apparently looking into the eye of the coming storm. The cleft at the head of my dick was already profuse with precum and she rolled her thumb through the sticky mess, much as I had rolled her nipples earlier.

"You're doing great, Kassi," Brittany called out as Kassi kissed the tip of my dick and her tongue slid across, gathering up my precum. She let the foamy drops run over her taste buds for a moment, and then swallowed.

"Yummy," she sighed, loud enough for Brittany and me to hear and share a startled glance.

Another drop of cum oozed out.

Brittany looked on with envy all over her face, as Kassi's tongue gathered it up.

The look didn't go without Kassi noting it, and she took her mouth away and held me out for Brittany to finish off.

She did just that, gobbling me deep and sucking voraciously, apparently ravenous for my load after having sat by and watched as Kassi toyed with my initial precum flow.

"Cum for her!" Kassi began to chant. "Cum in her mouth!"

"Yeah!" I managed in reply.

"Cum in her mouth!"

Brittany folded her fist around the root of my dick and began to frig me up and down as her lips worked on my cockhead. Her fist rose up and met her lips as they slurped down. Then her hand descended to the root of my cock and my bloated head flared in her lips.

Her tongue laved against the sensitive point where the throbbing vein spread out into the underside of my corona. She had truly gone suck-crazy now. Her face was a mask of lust as she savored that delicious mouthful of prick and hungered for the taste of my load.

I was starting to cum, and felt my ass heave toward her face as I fucked her mouth.

The only sound in the room was that of Brittany's moist, juicy slurps from the suction pump she called a mouth.

I groaned and came.

Brittany squealed with joy as my hot jizm hosed her mouth. The thick, milky fluid splashed against the walls of her throat and poured down her gullet. She sucked and swallowed, but there was too much to drink all at once. Slimy ribbons of cum bubbled from her lips and ran down my still throbbing dick. A long string of jizm trickled down her chin.

Brittany sucked and swallowed until long after I was finished. When she was finally sated, she drew her lips away and licked them clean, never offering any to Kassi, who knelt next to us, apparently waiting for her next instruction.

"Christ," I said, thoroughly elated by what she had accomplished. "That was a great blowjob!"

Brittany grinned happily at the compliment. "I've had lots of practice," she said.

Kassi was stunned that she would admit to such a thing, and then recalled that she had mentioned it earlier. ________________________________________

Since I needed some time to fully recover, I decided to play with Kassi's tits for a while.

"Now how does this feel?" I asked as I slid down and took her other breast in my mouth and nipped it lightly with my teeth, holding the pressure for a moment. Kassi arched up and pushed the breast against my face. I let go, and licked her once.

"Oh, wow!" she exclaimed and squirmed around a little. I moved back to where my chin was resting on her shoulder tip and idly stroked her nipple with my thumb. She pushed her tit further into my hand. I smiled across at Brittany and she winked back at me. 

Kassi sucked in her breath a little, and I saw it was caused by Brittany's hand stroking her stomach. Kassi didn't object, or seem to care who's hands were doing what to her so I signaled Brittany to work Kassi's other nipple. The moment she touched it, Kassi let out a long, sensual moan, and arched her back.

Brittany and I paused at Kassi's sound of pleasure, I made a quizzical face at Brittany, like, and how far do we go with this?

"Brittany, try kissing Kassi," I suggested. Well, perhaps it was more order than suggestion.

Apparently not quite sure where I was going, Brittany said, "You think?"

"Wait a minute," Kassi protested.

"It's only practice, Kas," I said placatingly.

"I dunno..."

But Brittany was already moving and had straddled Kassi before she realized what was happening. Once started, the kiss took hold, both girls, already overheated, got into it, and before long, Brittany was grinding her pussy into Kassi's thigh as their tongues licked feveredly at one another.

As for me, I contented myself with caressing both girls, first palming Kassi's breast, then tweaking each very responsive nipple. Brittany's ass tempted me next, and I laid my hand on her cheeks and allowed a finger to trace a trail along the cleft leading to her ass hole.

I was shocked to hear Brittany gasp, "I want you so bad, Kassi. I've got to have you," between soul kisses.

What's more, Kassi took no action to dissuade her of the idea.

I reached beneath Kassi's legs, and she closed her legs together over my hand, trapping it. "Open," I said, loud enough for both girls to hear, and Kassi's thighs parted, making her pussy available to my questing fingers.

Brittany was on her knees, straddling Kassi now, running her fingers through her hair, and grinding her pussy against her chest.

"Do you want it Kassi? You do, don't you? I bet your pussy wants to feel Aubrey's fat, juicy cock, doesn't it?"

Kassi moaned, already lost in heat.

"Go on, tell me what you want, Kassi." I whispered in her ear.

"I want it! Oh, Jesus, please fuck me!" Kassi moaned.

I pulled on my cock as I nodded. She was watching it, the skin riding over the shaft, and I could see her fascination with it.

She shoved Brittany off of her and rolled over on her side.

I put my hand on her leg and paused, holding her eye, letting her know I would only do what she wanted. Her hand found my cock, lifting and wrapping around it. I pulled her leg over mine, and then put my hand over her pussy. The heat of her pussy inflamed me. I rolled my hand over her labia as she began caressing my cock. She wasn't very skilled, but that didn't matter in the least. It was incredibly erotic to feel her small hand on my cock. I wanted to roll over and plunge my cock into her right then. But I didn't.




Handsome Ch. 09



Reining in my urge to plunge right in, I teased her labia before rolling my fingers over her clit. Her hips jerked as I pinched her bud between her lips.

"Oh, God," she moaned.

She paused in her stroking of my cock. I gave her clitoris a work over before sliding my finger into her slit. She was wet and hot. I turned my head towards Brittany and discovered that our lips were just inches apart. I held her eyes. Her face was suffused with lust and desire. I bent forward and our lips met. 

The erotic energy surged as we kissed. My finger sank into Kassi as Brittany and I continued kissing. The juices began to pour from Kassi's cunt and onto my hand.

Kassi's tits pressed into my chest, the hard nipples digging into me. I wanted them more than Brittany's mouth, and abandoned her to seek out Kassi's turgid buds.

My finger kept up its rhythm, slowly sliding back and forth, spreading her moisture over her pussy. Her hips pressed up each time my finger slid down into her. I took her other nipple into my mouth, sucking her whole tit in while teasing her nipple with my tongue. I wanted to taste her; I wanted to make her cum then and there.

Glancing at Brittany, I saw a look of annoyance, but she quickly hid it and smiled, encouraging me to fuck Kassi by turning her hand in a circling motion as if to get on with it.

I knew Kassi was as ready as she'd ever be, but decided to eat her out first. I wanted her first fuck to be a memorable one and not a forgettable one. That was my ego acting up. But it wasn't such a bad idea.

And so I moved between Kassi's legs. They were akimbo with desire. Her eyes were heavy lidded, and her mouth hung open and she was panting with lust. She moaned as my tongue touched her pussy. I spread her open while lapping the length of her pussy. Her hips hunched against my mouth as my tongue laved her clitoris. I backed away until the tip of my tongue found her opening. I pushed my tongue into her and she squealed with nervous energy.

"Oh, that feels ... oh, Jesus!" she moaned, as I rubbed her clit with my thumb as my tongue invaded her.

I pulled back, watching her. Her eyes were closed and her body trembled from the sensations coursing through her. Her fingers were clutching spastically at the bed cover. 

Bending forward again, my tongue replaced my thumb, teasing and tickling her blood-engorged clitoris. I slid one finger slowly into her pussy, deeper, back and forth, slowly, deeper, ever deeper, sawing in and out even as I sucked her clitoris into my mouth, massaging its base with my lips as my tongue swirled over and around it. I found her spot and curled my finger up into it. 

She grunted, then squealed and began chanting, "Oh God, Oh God..."

I lashed her clitoris, sucking and licking voraciously as her juices poured from her, and her pussy clamped down around my finger. Her thighs closed on my head, her fingers dug into the top of my head as her body jerked and trembled. I stopped, knowing she was close, wanting it to be an explosive climax when it arrived.

Kassi slowly calmed down, and fell back against the bed, her legs splayed open.

Slowly, I pulled my finger from her depths. Her pussy was awash in her arousal, red and wet. Her breathing slowed. It was time for my cock to follow. I moved between her splayed legs, my cock finding her pussy. I rubbed over her, wetting my cock before my cock found her opening. Her eyes opened, lust lidded and filled with satiation.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, her hands coming to my sides. I lifted Kassi's knees, and prepared to shove my cock in her wet pussy, but Brittany stopped me.

"No, wait. I'm not ready."

I gave her a look signifying that I had no idea what she was talking about.

So, she showed me what she wanted by kneeling astride Kassi's face, and planting her cunt scant inches from the other's mouth.

I couldn't believe my ears when she told Kassi: "Now, I want you to do it just like the kiss. Nice and slow, and concentrate on the feelings."

I had to see this, and so I fought to control my own urges and contented myself with teasing the mouth of her cunt with my cock, going so far as to slide it up and down her labia as if I were fucking her.

Kassi moaned loudly, begging me, "Please fuck me. Oh, Jesus, let me have it."

Then Brittany lowered her cunt to Kassi's mouth, preventing Kassi the girl from talking ... to me anyway.

She was grinding herself against Kassi's face and moaning, "Lick me, Kassi! Suck my twat!"

At first, Kassi refused to open her mouth, but she seemed willing to let her face be used.

"I want to feel it too Kassi. Let me feel your lips," Brittany breathed.

Kassi was hesitant. But soon relented, and with her lips tightly closed, she kissed the petals of Brittany's sex.

Brittany said, "That's it baby. Kiss me some more!"

And then Brittany yelled at me, "What are you waiting for? Give it to her!"

That spurred me to act, and I slipped my dick into Kassi's wetness, met mild resistance from her hymen, which collapsed under my assault on the third thrust.

Kassi moaned. Whether from the pain of losing her virginity, or the taste of Brittany's cunt, I never found out.

I pushed on, spearing into her. There was a small spasm as my cock split her fully open. I paused. "You okay?"

Kassi nodded, there was a bit of pain in her face which was quickly replaced with new sensations, pleasurable ones. I pushed further in, amazed at how her pussy seemed to mold itself to my cock, squeezing it, massaging it.

It was exquisite torture as I moved deeper, although very slowly, waiting for her pussy to accept me into its depths. I kept at it until my cock was all the way in. She gave a little moan when I bottomed out, rubbing against her cervix.

"Oh God," she said. "You feel ... so big!"

I smiled; it's never bad to hear your cock called big, even if it is by a virgin.

I rotated my hips in a small circle, Kassi's eyes opened wide.

"Oh yes. Oh, yes, that feels so good."

"Don't forget about me, Kassi," Brittany crowed, and I felt Kassi respond, throwing her face against Brittany's gaping cunt.

Gradually, I fell into a rhythm that Kassi eventually picked up on. I soon found that she had grown more daring, and was tonguing and sucking on Brittany's crinkled lips. You never would have suspected it was her first time eating pussy.

"Oh baby, you are so good at licking my pussy!" Brittany cooed.

I later found out that it was also a first for Brittany as well, although she had wanted to try it with several other girls the past year or two. But her aggressive tendencies had frightened them off.

"Kassi, baby, find my clit ... yes! Now lick it!"

I felt Kassi's pussy tighten around my dick, and I moaned.

Evidently, Kassi was performing far better than expected, for when she took Brittany's clit between her teeth, Brittany lost it and gyrated wildly and knocked a picture askew with her flailing arm.

I began to fuck Kassi in earnest, even reaching down to tease her clit with my hand.

"That's it," Brittany called out, "Fuck that pussy, she loves it!"

Seconds later, Brittany crowed, "You like it, don't you, Kassi?"

"Yes," Kassi moaned after twisting her face away from Brittany's cunt.

"Don't stop-don't stop-whatever you do, don't stop," Brittany cried. She bucked wildly as her orgasm approached. From a distance I could hear Kassi gasping for breath.

"Fuck ... fuck ... I'm coming," Brittany grunted.

A few seconds later she weakly crawled away, leaving Kassi and me alone.

I heard her say, "I'm too sensitive there right now."

And moments later: "What are you waiting for? Fuck her."

Kassi moaned loudly as I bottomed out again, and then as I pulled almost all out, she gasped, and then screamed when I slammed all the way into her again.

I recalled something my Aunt Nicole had shown me, and made certain my pelvis bumped into her clit each time I surged into her.

Kassi's hips were rising to meet me with each thrust, and the slapping sound we made must have reverberated throughout the house.

Kassi reached her pinnacle, and started to cum. Her pussy sucked at my cock as if trying to milk the load out of my balls and into her snatch. In a flash, my own climax hit, and great gouts of cum poured out of me and into her steaming pussy, and then running out of her and down her ass to finally pool on the sheets we had managed to soak.

Having emptied my sacs, I stopped pumping, but remained buried inside Kassi. My breathing gradually slowed and my arms and legs trembled from the effort I'd put forth. I pulled Kassi with me, as I settled to her side, and gently caressed her flanks.

Kassi opened her eyes, half lidded with pleasure. Her hand stroked my chest. "Oh, God ... is it always like that?"

"Even when sex is bad, it's wonderful," I told her.

"No wonder people do it so much," she said.

I kissed her lightly. "You were wonderful."

"Mmm," she purred and buried her head under my chin.

"When you're rested, Kassi, we should start on Brittany."

"I made her cum ... didn't I?" she asked with a bemusement in her eyes that I hadn't seen before.

"You did, and now it will be my turn. But, tell me, did losing your cherry hurt?"

"I ... I'm not sure. I mean ... it must have, but there were too many things going on ... you know?"

"Yeah," I said, "I know." That said I moved to confront Brittany.

"C'mere," I growled, and frightened her somewhat. When I kissed her, her mouth was willing, but she placed her hands on my chest to keep me from mounting her.

Of course I didn't have that in mind at the time, and so I kissed her and waited until her tongue grew active.

The moment her pink tongue darted from her mouth to mine, Kassi attacked her breasts, mauling them with her hands and then closing down on each in turn, sucking, nipping and tweaking them until Brittany was moaning into my mouth at the sheer pleasure of our combined kisses and sucking.

Ending the kiss, I said, "Two mouths are always better than one, especially when used properly.

Both girls laughed raucously at my comment.

I kissed Brittany again, she was becoming quite a good kisser, and the only thing that caused me to break it off was Kassi's mouth closing down on my rapidly rising penis.

Playfully, I shoved Kassi away. She rolled right into the pool of semen that had soaked into the sheets and leapt up; startled by the cold feeling it produced on her bare flesh. Brittany and I laughed at her antics until I grew serious and told Brittany to spread her legs and get ready to lose her virginity.

She did so with a solemn expression on her face.

"Spread 'em wider, slut!" I said, trying to sound serious, but both girls laughed at me.

Brittany accommodated me, and lying with her head pointed at the headboard of the bed; she managed to place a heel at each side of the bed.

Kassi caught us both off guard, slapping her hand against Brittany's cunt.

"Give him a good fuck, you slut!" she teased.

"I will," Brittany promised, and I believed that she would.

We kissed and swapped spit until our kisses were getting a bit sloppy from our open mouthed tonguing as well as Brittany's urgency to get laid for the first time.

She was so wet that I sank right into her. I believe I ruptured her hymen with that first lunge, but I'll never know for sure. 

As for Brittany, she felt no pain, only an intense pleasure as my dick rambled around every corner, every ripple, and every particle of her sweet, mushy flesh. It seemed that she was melting as I pierced her tightness. I closed my eyes, taking in the sensual feeling, knowing it couldn't last.

Brittany started moving on her own initiative, and it was indescribable, the urge to explode dominated my mind and I had to fight it off. Slowly, we mashed together, I listened to her soft moans as I rode her. Brittany's eyes were closed, and her tongue kept sliding in and out of her mouth. I grabbed her hips and told her that she had better hurry because I was about to cum.

"Go ahead," she grunted; slamming up to meet my thrust, "I'll get there eventually."

I came with a mighty grunt and last thrust.

Brittany gasped loudly as she felt the first spurt of hot semen explode from my throbbing dick. It was followed by five more gushing jets.

As I gradually settled, I found my cock to be almost raw and hyper-sensitive. I also felt Brittany's flesh quivering.

We shifted so that my dick, still mostly erect, remained inside her, and she could lean more on him. I felt her pussy walls clinching and relaxing around me. The smooth flesh of her pussy walls caressed my raw cock tip lovingly.

She giggled like a little girl, "I thought when you came it was going to shoot up my throat ... it was so hot and powerful."

I lay back, eyes closed, recalling the moment, trying to burn every detail in to my mind, it had been a great moment.

"Feel good?" I whispered to Brittany.

She made an agreeable noise.

I looked at Brittany and we shared a smile, and then she turned to Kassi and kissed her, slowly, and made it last until they were both squirming against each other.

"Going for a sixty-nine?" I said.

One of them answered me with a laconic, "Whatever."

And they kissed again. They were so slow and sensual about it that I got hard just watching it. It was as slow as smoke floating towards the ceiling. It went on for a long time. When they finally broke it off, Kassi turned to me, still with her eyes closed, and I moved my lips forward and gently pressed my lips to hers.

I made my lips hard enough to pick up her lower lip in mine. I pulled it gently a few times, and then rubbed it with light strokes of my tongue. 

I turned my head a little and ran my tongue along her teeth. They opened, inviting me in, but I just kept running my tongue over her teeth. It was so gentle that I was getting lightheaded.

Brittany moved a little, sliding down and doing something that I didn't open my eyes to see. Her hand came up and stroked my hair at the nape of my neck. I opened my mouth and Kassi's tongue came into my mouth, teasing my teeth in a different way. She hooked her tongue on the back edge of my front teeth, and her mouth opened wider. She pulled my mouth closer with her tongue. Then it withdrew and I put mine in the rich, soft, wetness of her mouth.

Nothing existed in the universe but the softness of our tongues playing together. Then Kassi drew her breath in quickly, a sudden inhalation that indicated something had happened. Her mouth opened wider and her tongue became more frenzied. Without looking, I knew that Brittany was doing something to cause this.

The time for languidness had passed, and Kassi arched up against me. I could feel Brittany's hair on my right arm, and knew she was sucking on Kassi's right breast.

I moved up against her, working my arm out from under her and stoking Brittany's back at the same time. The kiss went on and on. The passion was building up in all of us.

We broke off the kiss when Kassi had to moan. She was stoking the back of Brittany's head, and digging the sensations that her best friend was creating. I slipped down and took her other breast into my mouth. Kassi made a mewing sound as we sucked and licked. The nipples Brittany and I had in our mouths were as stiff as my cock. Kassi was arching her back up off the bed and pulling us even closer.

Suddenly I was overcome by the need to feast between Kassi's thighs, and I lunged down between her legs, while Brittany eagerly swarmed up to get another kiss.

With both of us fastened onto Kassi's lips, we had her coming in about nothing flat.

She came so quickly that it startled me when the hot gush shot out of her pussy and right up my nose. I put my mouth over her cunt, and drank, and drank, and drank. Her legs were wide open, and I had my hand under her ass, holding her tightly to me as she gave a muffled moan around Brittany's mouth.

She was quivering and thrashing and moaning and I loved it. Then it was like she just arched up all tight and quivered and then fell back, all limp and gasping and spent.

Brittany and I were so turned on by what we'd just done to Kassi, that we just rolled right over her still gasping body, and I found myself sliding into Brittany's wet and open legs in a fast, no hands thrust that brought me hurtling into Brittany's warm wetness. Her hands grabbed my ass, and pulled me tight into her.

It was amazing how hot we had gotten doing Kassi. We made the beast with two backs so furiously that Brittany, who was half way off the bed when I'd first gotten inside of her, wound up sliding off the edge of the bed, and I went right with her. Going over the edge like that while coming. We were laughing and gasping on the floor. 

Something had fallen off the dresser and crashed down behind it. Kassi peered down at us lying on the floor.

"Wow! If I'd have known sex was like this, I'd have gotten into it a lot sooner!"

We finally calmed down, and got up on the bed and snuggled up again.

"That was fun." She said. We chuckled and wrapped our arms around her. "Is it always like that?"

"No. Sometimes it's even better."

Kassi looked baffled.

"Let me demonstrate." I said.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

I climbed off the bed and knelt on the floor. She didn't want to slide down to where I was.

I smiled and said, "Get that pussy down here."

"Go on, do what he says," Brittany said, and that persuaded Kassi that it was all right.

Brittany stretched out on her stomach, and propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch what I was about to do to Kassi.

Kassi squirmed down to the foot of the bed. I moved up and kissed her right thigh, then her left. I kissed her pubic hair, a light, closed lipped kiss. Then I lapped up her furrow with my tongue, parting her pubic hairs with a slow lick.

I smiled up at her, and gave her a gentle kiss on one side of her pubic hair. Then I kissed the other side. She smiled back at me, and put her feet on either side of my shoulders.

"I knew you weren't going to hurt me," she whispered.

"Hurt you? Why on earth would I want to hurt you?"

"My father did," she said, apparently not realizing the words had escaped her mouth.

"I'm sorry about that, but I won't. And if he ever bothers you again please let me know. People like that should be stopped.

"You'd do that ... for me?"

"Of course I would. You're a sweet young thing, you're not meant to be abused."

I worked my way down her thighs, giving her little, nipping kisses to either side. It took her some time before she began to relax.

Then I started to eat her pussy as slowly as I could, for as long as I could.

Eventually, I put my hands over the top of her thighs and pulled her towards me so that the sides of my little fingers nestled in the brown pubic stripe just above her cunt. I brought my lips forward and kissed her softly on the side of the leg, a few inches from her tangle of hair. I applied light, wispy kisses to each of her thickened labia, and when she wiggled, I turned to her leg, moving my hand around and forcing it up, up to where I could put my tongue out and run it up to the back of her knee.

I was deliberately ignoring her cunt, content to explore the fold of her knee for the nerve endings lurking there, the nerve endings that ran up into her crotch. This was another of the teachings of Aunt Nicole.

A moan told me m that I had found the place I was looking for.

Kassi writhed on the bed, and I ducked forward, trailing my lips along the inner muscle to where her leg became ass, nipping lightly through her skin to outlining the tendon, enough to tell her that her nervous system was in good hands, to tell her that she was going to be giving me all that she had.

I turned my head and darted my tongue playfully along the cleft of her buttocks. I raised her up to, rolling her up like a ball, then the teasing with my tongue, trailing down one side, trailing past her anus, playing with just touching her sparse brown hairs, then moving back up to where she was full and bushy and ignoring that, still trailing along of the border where the hair meet the smooth skin of her body. A slow, sensual, teasing trail worked across the top of her pussy hairs, then nuzzled my chin against her, while she moved her ass, trying to get me down to business.




Handsome Ch. 09



"Mmmm, now I know why you made me wash up, ' she whispered sexily.

"No, you don't. Your breath stank, and I assumed your pussy did too. I never gave your ass a second thought. I should have, but it seems you took care of that little matter." 

I sniffed loudly enough for her to hear, and said, "You pass."

She giggled happily. "I'm glad you made me clean up. I had no idea how personal sex is. I just thought you'd stick it in me and wham, bam, thank you ma'am."

I laughed and brought my chin across her pubic hair, feeling the wetness through the curly thatch. Actually, she smelled as wonderful as only a turned on woman can smell.

Finally, I figured that I had better get on to some other things. I bent my head forward, and stuck my tongue out and aimed it carefully at the bottom of her hole.

"What?" she called out, uncertain as to where I was going.

I sent the tip of my tongue into the very bottom of her slit, tasting the wetness gathered there. I worked my tongue another half inch inside, and started quivers of delight flowing within her.

The teasing I had done had gotten her so aroused; her clit was now swollen and demanding attention. I teased it with a slow lick, and then sent my tongue deeply into her sopping cunt.

She screamed out her pleasure and melted. The flow of juices from her pussy overflowed her well, trickling down the furrow of her ass, wet, sleek and hot. My tongue lazily lapped inside and then outside, sopping up all her juices.

I spent a few moments savoring her. Then I wriggled up the lips of her pussy, worked my way inside the fold of her major labia to the top of her arch; edging ever closer to her clit.

"Oh, my God!" Kassi moaned.

I worked my way back around the folds, knowing she was eager to have me touch that center of delights. I lapped my way around the arch, but this time my tongue slid down, working my way past her anus, and then swerving back up, working my way through the sparse hairs, lightly licking my way over the tight orifice and back up just as slow and teasingly as the first time.

Kassi didn't know if that first light tongue trailing over her asshole had been deliberate or not; but she had plenty of time to wonder about it as I went around her genitals again. This time I went further down her butt before starting back up.

She tensed involuntarily, as my tongue began to retrace the path. Would I? Was I going to? I passed by, leaving her to wonder how she might have responded. Evidently there were some nerve endings she wasn't familiar with in her own body.

And, while she was thinking about it, her attention had wandered from what was going on. I guess she relaxed somewhat, perhaps thinking that there were some things that I drew the line at, and that I wasn't going to put my tongue ... there.

But I did ... using a circuitous route. My tongue playfully lunged into the bottom of her vagina, lunged and then pulled out and clear, I quickly established a pattern she could easily discern. A lap and a lunge, a lap and a lunge, a lap ... and then I speared my tongue into her asshole. A swift, sure move that had her arching her back the moment it made contact with her anus.

My tongue, pointed and stiff, forced its way inside her with pin point precision. I had to believe that the very suddenness of it, and the illicit thrill of having someone doing something so nasty and dirty, shocked her. And she exploded into a jarring, jolting climax, yowling and tearing at my head.

She was taking deep, slow gasps, as she acclimated to the feel of my tongue widened out and pushed up into her. To me, it felt that Kassi's orgasm was like she just melted around my tongue.

After a few moments, she came out of her shock. The muscles in her ass relaxed, and it was like her melting went to another level.

"I don't ... believe ... this is happening!"

"Christ," Brittany shouted, partly in a panic, for she had never witnessed a climax as powerful as Kassi's, "What the fuck did you do to her?"

Of course, I couldn't answer. My tongue seemed swollen, then shrank as it moved into her and backed out. I realized after a moment that her anus had relaxed, permitting easier access, but as my tongue was only so long, further penetration was impossible.

Kassi groaned, and pulled her legs up to her chest. She put her hands behind her knees and pushed back against my lips encouraging the lewd exploration; telling me she wanted my mouth there.

"You're wonderful!" she yelled. "This is sooo good!"

And she melted again, knowing that I was willing to do things she hadn't even dreamed of.

My tongue played for a while inside her, my nose remained buried in her vagina, as I gently shook my head from side to side, her clit slipped over the bridge of my nose like it was a licking me. Only it was her clit which was taking the rubbing. Kassi began to sob with joy as another orgasm approached.

And her disappointment when I eased from her anus was quite evident, but I needed to breathe. 

Holding my hand up to placate her while I recovered, and sucked in several lungfuls of much needed air.

Then, after taking a last deep breath, I flicked my tiring tongue back and forth across her asshole, sending squirms of gooseflesh up and down her body.

Kassi lay there with her legs open, rocking back onto the small of her back, offering me her pussy as if it existed solely to be eaten by me. She twitched and it pushed her pussy into my mouth, the weight of her clitoris rubbing on my lip. The pleasure flashed through her like a lightning bolt. She squirmed around and my lip remained affixed to her love bud, giving her something to rub against.

Then I pulled back, jumping shockingly away from her and pushing her legs up even further. She started to groan in protest, but there I was back into her quickly.

I had totally forgotten that Brittany was still there. She was watching us with bright, lust filled eyes, lying on her side with one hand stroking between her legs.

I sucked Kassi's clit into my mouth, my chin putting pressure on the bottom of her pussy. Her slit slowly yielded and the widening of her vagina under the chin pressure bugged her eyes out. She had them open, but she wasn't seeing anything. But she certainly was coming.

There was a cry from Brittany as she went off next to us. I was startled by her orgasm, and think that it interrupted my concentration. I knew that I could have kept the Kassi going for a while longer, but I realized I was spending too much time with her and ignoring Brittany.

So many things happened that day and the next, that I can't remember them all. Time was short before Kassi's parents came home, so we cleaned things up and Brittany and I left after agreeing to meet the next day after school.

Looking back, I know we fucked in a half a dozen positions, and Brittany told me later that she was a little jealous that I could just pick Kassi up, and do her in the stand up position; with my hands under her ass, and her legs and arms wrapped around me. I have a great memory of her sliding around on top of me and throwing her head back and getting her cookies. But Brittany got plenty of action as well, for we explored positions like missionary, woman on top, doggie style, on our sides, standing up and on the kitchen table.

And, I named several players on the baseball squad to see who appealed to the girls the most. They liked three of them, and I narrowed it down to two, with one to join me on the first "official" date with the girls.

But that's another story.



Handsome Ch. 10



Chapter 10

The Double Date

I hung around waiting for football practice to end. I had to find a "boyfriend" or two for Kassi and Brittany; and two of my baseball teammates, Will Patagonis, and Artie Spears, seemed good prospects for several reasons. Most importantly, they didn't have, nor had they ever had, a girlfriend. And it helped that they were fairly good-looking, if one over-looked Artie's facial blemishes.

Will limped out of the locker room on a pair of crutches.

"Geez, will, what happened to you?" I asked.

"Hey, Bree," he replied. "Aw, I got my ankle stepped on my Big Alex Dawson."

Dawson was a 300 pound tackle, who hoped to make all-state and go to the University of Southern California.

"Is it broken?"

"Hell no, Artie Spears volunteered, "maybe a high ankle sprain."

"Well, I gotta have my parents take me to the hospital for x-rays, just to make sure," Will said looking about as downcast as I'd ever seen him.

"If it's only a sprained ankle, what's the problem, buddy?"

"Competition, that's what," he said glumly. "Rowdy Jack Cummings is taking my spot, and he's better than I thought he was."

"Faster too," Artie added, knowing it would tick Patagonis off.

"Aw, screw you!" Will said, and then smiled, knowing he was being ragged on by his friend.

We stood there commiserating with him until his Mom pulled up in a dark green Chevy Blazer.

"In three more months, I'll have my license restored," Will said as he opened the door. "Maybe I'll let you guys come with me to the drive-in."

"Yeah, really?" Artie responded.

"Really ... but I'm not too sure about you, Art."

"What?" Artie said, caught b off-guard.

"Yeah," Will laughed, "You'll have to kiss my ass first!" and he climbed into the SUV and got a distasteful look from his mother.

"Shit, what'd I do to him?" Artie asked.

"Forget it; he's busting your chops. He gets his license back, you'll be the first one he asks to ride with him."

"You think?"

"Hey, you know him better than I do. What do you think?"

He smiled and slapped me on the back. "Way to go, Bree, you always know what to say."

Both of us walked a few blocks before sitting down to admire the ducks in a large pond of the Colson Farm.

"Nice, huh?" Artie said, sticking a leaf of grass in his mouth and chew on it.

I did the same thing and sighed.

"What?" Artie asked, "Something wrong?"

I shrugged and said, "No, nothing's wrong, Art."

"Then why the big sigh?"

"I got women trouble."

He laughed, "You and me both."

I looked at him surprised. "You've got woman trouble?"

Still chuckling, Artie said, "Yeah, I don't have one."

Relief flooded my face, and I smiled. "Maybe, just maybe, I might be a help with that."

"Yeah?" he replied cautiously.

Well, I got a date ... that is, maybe I got a date, but she's got a friend and won't go single, you know?"

"Who is it?"

"You know I don't talk about that shit."

"I know. I know, but who's the extra girl?"

The truth was, I hadn't thought about which girl I wanted for myself.

"You know Kassi and Brittany?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure, they're both hot."

"Which one would you pick ... I mean, if you had a choice?"

"Brittany, by a cunt's hair," he replied. "Shit, they're both hot. I dunno ... I'd fuck either of them."

"See," I said, "now that's one reason you ain't had much luck in the female department."

"Oh, like you have," he said, haughtily.

"I do all right," I said, and left it there. "Pick one," I said, giving him an ultimatum.

"Brittany," he said, and I could see the excitement in his eyes.

"Okay, now let me tell you something about women in general."

"I'm all ears, loverboy," he said, but I knew I had his complete attention.

"First off, you never, ever, kiss and tell."

"But bragging about it..."

I cut him off. "Bragging about it is the best way to make sure you don't get any. Girls talk too. Just like the guys. Well, not like the guys, but they'll tell one another a few things and it stays there ... among the girls. But the guys ... jeez, they'll take an ad out in the paper, or put it on a billboard ... Jake, the Snake, nailed Cathy Kuntz."

Artie was laughing and nodding. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. So mum's the word."

"Are you free tomorrow ... I mean, after the game?"

"I sure am."

"We'll meet and go for an ice cream or something. It won't be expensive, and then we'll see how well the two of you hit it off."

"You mean, I'm gonna score? Man, I need to get laid!"

"I'm not promising anything but a date with a pretty girl, understand?"

"Yes," he said nervously.

"A date ... and only a date; and you'll be a gentleman."

"A gentleman ... I got it."

"You can follow my lead if you want. Most girls go along with whatever their girlfriend does. So if I get lucky, you might too. But I'm telling you, don't be in a rush to grab a breast, or put a hand up their leg. Get nasty ... with any of us and I'll kick the shit out of you. Understand?"

He was nodding as fast as he could.

"I'll tell you this; the girl will let you know when, how far to go when she's ready."

"She will?"

"Of course she will. Just don't rush. They like to go slow. Guys are always in a hurry. Take your time. Go slow and you'll see. She'll be all over you."

"I understand ... Geez, Brittany ... oh, my God!" ________________________________________

I borrowed my mother's car and drove over to Artie's house. We were going to meet both girls at Brittany's which was only three blocks away. The girls and I had decided earlier to grab a hamburger and a soda and then go to the movies. Artie never gave our decision a second thought. We had also agreed that we would cool it on the sex, although both girls obviously didn't like the idea.

"Artie's not used to being around girls," I said. "And I know for a fact that you two aren't that familiar with guys ... excluding me, of course."

"How far can we go?" Kassi asked.

"I'll tell you what. Let's let Artie guide us. If he doesn't panic at close contact, take him a little further. Don't make a grab for his dick, for crying out loud, but a little tongue after some smooching wouldn't hurt."

"Should I slap his hand if he touches my breast?" Brittany inquired.

"That depends on how he does it."

"What do you mean?"

"Accidental shouldn't count. You know what accidental is, right?"

"I guess..."

"But after some French kissing, maybe you can let him get away with a couple cheap feels. That way he'll be all over you on the next date. You do want a next date, right?"

"Absolutely!"

"Okay then, any other questions?"

There were none and we ended the three-way phone conversation. ________________________________________

As we left his house, Artie's hand squeezed my shoulder briefly as he leaned forward. "Hey, man, I really appreciate this doubling. I've thought about asking Britt for a date, but she never gave me a sign that she might be interested."

"Artie," I said, "girls don't usually give you a sign until you show an interest in them. It's too bad, too, because so many guys and girls are self-conscious and can't bring themselves to risk being rejected."

"They feel that way too?"

"Sure they do. I started talking with them and that's how I found out that they both thought you were kinda cute."

"Me, cute?"

"Yeah, you..." and I had to laugh at his expression. ________________________________________

The girls were waiting for us on Brittany's front porch. I saw Brittany's mother peeking out at us from behind a lace curtain. I waved at her, and she smiled at me and embarrassed at being caught, let the curtain fall back into place.

We started walking toward the theatre, with Artie a half-step behind Brittany. She snagged his sleeve and tugged him back beside her. "You aren't shy, are you, Artie?"

"Um, no ... I'm not," he stammered.

"Oh, then you must be checking out my rear end," she added, a gleam of excitement in her eyes.

"Oh, no! I ... I..."

I stepped in and rescued him. "Who could blame him if he were?"

"Why, Aubrey, you say the nicest things," Brittany cooed, absolutely pleased with herself for drawing the favorable comment from me.

Brittany was wearing khaki shorts -- not "short shorts" but short enough -- and a cropped yellow T-shirt that ended just at the waistband, giving me brief flashes of bare midriff. Not the sort of outfit I would have expected from her, but it definitely suited her.

Her thick, rich hair was uncoiled for a change; it spilled far past her shoulders and it swayed and bounced when she turned her head. The effect was definitely enticing. And if Aunt Nicole was correct about the way a girl dressed for a date being a guide to her mind-set, then this might turn out to be a very interesting evening.

Artie was still blushing, and I saw that he had a hard on. Already? I thought, and started talking to distract Kassi and Brittany from noticing and saying something about it.

We stopped in at a MacDonald's a block from the movie theatre and had hamburgers and fries. Artie began getting comfortable, and made a few jokes that went well. He was gaining confidence, and that caused me to relax.

As we left MacDonald's and made our way to the movie, Brittany hooked her arm through Artie's and began chattering away about inconsequential things like shopping at the mall, and some TV show that I never had gotten around to watching. Artie looked delighted with himself, and I turned my attention to Kassi.

She was wearing a peasant type blouse, with a scooped neckline that revealed the tops of her breasts. Like Brittany, she wore a pair of khaki shorts, and a pair of sandals that showed her legs to advantage.

"I should apologize," I said softly, so that only she would hear. "I haven't paid you the compliments you deserve."

"What do you mean?" she replied, moving closer so that our shoulders were touching.

"I've ignored you while trying to make sure that Brittany and Artie hit it off. I'm sorry about that." "You don't need to apologize," she said, and I felt her hip and breast rub against my side.

"Okay," I said and leaned into her so that her breast was almost fully pressed against my arm. She giggled contentedly.

We bought our tickets and went into the theatre. It wasn't crowded, actually only half-filled and we took a spot in the last row since it was unoccupied and the movie was about to begin.

After the first thirty minutes, I saw that Artie was leaning back in his seat, with his feet propped up and his loafers off. Brittany was stretched out half on top of him, one leg hooked over his, talking almost nose to nose in a low voice. He had one arm around her shoulders and she was stroking his chest with her free hand.

"Enjoying yourself, are you?" I whispered leaning across Kassi to do so.

Artie's eyes blinked, and he turned to face me. He had a huge smile on his face.

"Absolutely, Bree; you didn't tell me Brittany was so talented."

"Talent has nothing to do with it. But to give you credit, you're doing better than I thought you would."

"Are you saying I'm not talented?" Brittany purred, as she looked at my crotch and not my face. "I'd never say that, Brittany, never in a thousand years."

"Hey, leave off my guy!" Kassi chirped, playfully. I leaned closer to Brittany and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"What, no tongue?" she giggled, drawing a startled expression from Artie.

Turning back to Kassi, I discovered that she had her shoes off and she had tucked her bare feet under her and pressed her thigh against mine. I put my arm around her and she snuggled up happily, with her head on my collarbone. She even reached up and stroked the hand that was dangling over her shoulder. 

She was obviously ready for anything, but I wanted to take things slowly. I was content for the moment to enjoy her warm body curled up against mine and to comb my fingers through her hair while Artie got used to Brittany's antics. A few minutes later, Kassi leaned her head back so she could speak softly in my ear.

"Aubrey, if I ask you something, will you promise not to think I'm being dumb?"

I nodded.

"Why me over Brittany?"

"A girl shouldn't ask a loaded question like that."

"Why shouldn't she?"

"Because, she might not like the answer."

"Then you do like her more than me!" she blurted out. I put my hand over her mouth and whispered in her ear.

"I never said that."

"But, you..."

"I like the two of you. I like you both very much. But if you remember I promised to get one or both of you a boyfriend. I'm not ready for a steady..." I had to laugh at my stupid rhyme.

"Now you're laughing at me!" she said and a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Damn it, Kassi, now cut that out!" I was mad and didn't care who knew it.

"What's the matter?" Brittany said, leaning away from Artie. The concern in her voice told me I had better mend my fences and fast.

"We've had a slight disagreement, but it's not serious."

"Not serious!" Kassi said and she began crying without restraint.

"I'll take her to the ladies," Brittany said and herded the teary eyed Kassi out into the aisle and toward the restroom.

"What the fuck?" Artie swore.

"Sorry, Art. I screwed up and said the wrong thing. I'll try to patch things up when they get back."

"If they come back, you mean," he said, obviously fearful that the girls, upset by my presumably callous remarks, might head home instead of returning to sit with us.

"Calm down, Artie," they'll be back. Brittany with hear her out and understand what I meant, and hopefully will explain it to Kassi."

"Yeah, hopefully," he replied.

"Got any mints left, Art?" I asked just to distract him.

While he was fumbling in his pocket, his erection must have been getting in the way, the girls returned. Brittany scooted past me, giving my thigh a squeeze as she did.

Kassi sat down, still wiping her eyes, and then gave me a baleful look. "You didn't mean it, did you?"

"I meant it when I said I liked the both of you very much."

"Oh," she said, and seemed to brighten up. "I also meant it when I said I have no intention of going steady with either of you." And before she could fly off again, I added, "That doesn't mean I won't be seen with you around school, or that we won't go out again. It simply means we're not going steady."

"Oh..." she said, and readied herself for another good cry. But before the first sniffle came out of her, I said, "Now, give me a nice kiss, and we'll try to salvage this date."

"You ... you want ... to kiss me?"

"I want to do more than kiss you. But we've got to start somewhere. And look," I pointed over at Artie and Brittany who were enveloped in a tight clinch, and long kiss.

She snorted a laugh, and came into my arms and hooked herself around my neck and fastened her mouth to mine. Kassi surprised me, and without losing her grip on my tongue, she reached smoothly under the back of her peasant blouse, unhooked her bra, and tossed it on the floor. I realized just how carefully she and Brittany must have planned their actions for our date.

Artie was in for a big surprise. I had to laugh; only Kassi's tongue was in my mouth. I did laugh, and Kassi, laughed too, and soon the two of us were Frenching and laughing as my hand, now under the blouse fastened on a turgid nipple and with a shiver, she fastened on my earlobe, applying pressure to it equal to what I was to her.

I peeked over Kassi's shoulder, my curiosity over what Artie had managed to accomplish with Brittany winning out for the moment over reaching between Kassi's thighs to feel how wet her pussy was.

Only the top of his head was visible. From the sound effects, I surmised that his mouth was busy with her breasts and that she was enjoying it. I couldn't let my buddy get too far ahead of me, and so I pulled Kassi's blouse up, exposing her beautiful breasts to anyone that happened to pass by. From the quiet moans she was making she didn't seem to mind, and then she was holding the back of my head, forcing me down onto her.

I bit a nipple, and she dug her fingers into my hair. She was ready for anything. The question was: Was Brittany?

The answer came almost immediately as Brittany's hand wandered along my leg and up to my crotch. I was compelled to take my mouth away from the sweet taste of Kassi's nipple and look at what Brittany was up to. They were kissing. Frenching, actually, and her other hand was lodged in Artie's fly, now completely unzippered. 

She apparently wanted the thrill of holding two cocks at the same time.

I gently steered Kassi's face in their direction, signaling her to remain quiet.

Her eyes widened in surprise, first at seeing Brittany's hand in Artie's fly and then at her hand squeezing my erection.

Putting my finger to my lips, I carefully opened my fly and took my dick out. Kassi's mouth opened into a perfect O. Brittany's attention was on Artie. She was trying to work his erection out of his pants, but having a problem with it because Artie was too dumbfounded to help.

With a grin on my face, I slapped Brittany's hand with my fully exposed dick, and she quietly yipped, caught completely off guard.

Kassi was giggling, and after a moment, whispered to me that they had discussed the possibility of holding two cocks in their hands at one time. I nodded, and allowed Brittany to take a firm grasp of my dick, but I then placed Kassi's hand over hers.

Artie finally realized that Brittany needed his assistance, and holding her hand in his, helped her to salvage his cock from his pants. Now, she turned to me, and with a gleam in her eye, she began jerking both cocks off at the same time. Kassi's mouth descended, engulfing the head of my dick, even as Brittany jerked me off. I reached out and guided Brittany to within inches of Artie's erection. She did the rest on her own, kissing and sucking her way around the head of his cock, which, quite frankly, surprised me with its size. Artie was generously endowed; perhaps seven inches. I was proud of myself, knowing the girls would be disappointed later on when meeting some other boys with less to offer.

Smugly satisfied that I had found 'the right guy' for Brittany, I leaned back and admired the girls as they worked on us.

From the look on Artie's face, Brittany absolutely owned him. I decided to ignore them and concentrate on Kassi and me for a time. 

Kassi's newly educated tongue was now moving up and down the shaft of my penis; and with a slight toss of her head to clear the hair from her eyes, she gazed up at me, her doe-like eyes professing an innocence now far removed.

A couple trudged up the aisle, headed for the exit, but saw what we were doing, and halted in mid-step to watch.

"Jesus, Sally," I heard him exclaim, "You gotta do me like that when we get home."

"No," she responded, "I'll do it as soon as we get in the car!"

For Kassi, their comments helped her shed any vestige of nervousness or embarrassment at what we were doing. "I hope she does this to him in the car," she murmured, and lifting my ball sacs in her hand, brought them to her mouth and engulfed them ... one at a time.

"Geez," I husked, "Don't swallow them, I may need them later."

"I won't, don't worry about that," Kassi said, her voice slightly slurred as my dick lolled in her mouth. It fell completely out of her mouth when she got up on her knees and straddled me, one hand on the back of my seat for balance.

"What?" I stammered.

"Let's fuck!" she said.

"Ride 'em cowgirl!' Artie called out, a little too loud for me.

"Shut up!" I hissed.

"Sorry, ' he said apologetically, as Brittany copied Kassi's moves.

"Did you two choreograph this at home?' I asked sarcastically.

Brittany giggled. "What if we did?"

"Then I congratulate the both of you," I said and started laughing.




Handsome Ch. 10



Kassi had used the conversational interlude to shed her shorts, and pulling her panties to the side, impaled herself on my throbbing dick. Moments later, Brittany had done the same to Artie.

The seats began to squeak from the combined weight rocking on them, but that didn't hamper either girl in their efforts to get themselves off on us. I knew Artie would cum fast, as it was probably his first piece of ass.

But before he could get off, a flashlight shined its beam on us ... we had been nailed by the assistant manager of the theatre.

"Out! Get out of my theater you ... you ... hooligans!"

Laughing is a great defense mechanism. It helps you past some of life's more embarrassing moments. After the girls had pulled up their shorts and Artie and I zipped up; we ran from the theatre, laughing until we had to stop because our stomachs hurt.

It took us about five minutes to agree the best place for us was the park. We all wanted to finish what we'd started. The park was about seven city blocks away, and we covered the distance in no time at all.

Once in the park — not all that large, but it did afford us several places assuring privacy, and that's what we needed.

I pushed through some thick underbrush and found a small clearing, with two fairly large oak trees on its fringe.

"This is perfect," I said.

"Yes," Brittany said, confirming my decision. A second later she was peeling off her shorts and panties.

"Like my pussy, Artie?" she said, her words had a sexual vapor trailing behind them.

What could poor Artie say?

"Sure ... sure I do, ' he said.

"Come kiss it, then," she said and leaning against one of the oak trees, she spread her pussy, revealing the pink inside the folds.

"Brittany," I said, "He's never done it before."

"But, he's you're buddy, hasn't he..."

"Why not let him fuck you first?" I suggested.

She gave me a wanton smile, and said, "Why not? C'mon, Art, nail me to this tree with that big cock."

From that day on, and because of that remark, out of the mouth of a newly deflowered virgin, I ceased to be surprised by the depravity of any female, no matter their age or demeanor.

As Artie struggled to shuck his pants, I turned to Kassi and said, "There's another tree for you and me."

Howling with glee, Kassi ran to the tree and stripped all her clothing away and mimicked Brittany, by spreading her pussy as she had for Artie.

Hoping to show Artie a thing or two about going down on a girl, I knelt between her legs, now spread apart and commenced licking her from top to bottom, while she squealed happily.

Artie sank his dick into Brittany, and began pumping away. The force of his rapid thrusting drove Brittany's ass into the bark of the tree. I knew her ass would be tender after a while. She didn't seem to mind ... then, having realized somewhat belatedly that while he was hung as well as I, he lacked what she later referred to as "having certain professionalism."

I found that interesting coming as it did from a girl on her second, well maybe third, serious date.

Returning my attention to Kassi's sweet pussy, I was rewarded by hearing her laughing delightedly, and tickled her anus with a finger, garnering even more delighted laughter from her.

I started rubbing the skin along her inner thigh in small circles and asked, "Want me to stop right now?"

"Huh?" she replied as if just waking up. But she had heard every word I said, and proved it by answering after a second or two, "No, no, keep going. I love it."

I buried my face in her sparsely thatched nest, and in the background heard Artie grunting as he plowed into a huffing, almost there, Brittany. But right before me, I could feel the heat rising from Kassi's cunt like steam from a boiling kettle.

A violent shiver ran through her, and she moaned, signaling me that she was on the brink of her orgasm, and I devoted my next few minutes to making that happen.

When I had her coming and going with her climax, I pulled my mouth and tongue away and replaced them with two fingers. I glanced over at Brittany and saw her trying to coax Artie into going down on her. It wasn't about to happen. Her cunt was full of his load, and he wasn't about to lick it out of her.

I called over to her. "Brittany, clean yourself up."

Dumbly, she nodded, and asked Artie if she could use his handkerchief or something to wipe herself off. He handed her a hanky and she did a thorough job of cleaning up. I moved to her, got between her legs, and telling Artie to watch, went down on her.

Artie made no objection to my going down on "his" girl. And after a couple of minutes, during which Brittany was really getting into it, I moved away and steered Artie into my place.

I was pleased when he did so without protest. I smiled when I saw that he had an affinity for eating pussy, and heard Brittany encouraging him to touch her there, and there; and held his head against her belly as he gnawed away at her cunt. "Eat me!" Brittany shrieked. "Stick your face in my pussy and eat me raw, Artie!"

Inspired by her words, and eager to get his mouth on that smooth pussy, Artie leaned forward and licked her right between the lips, and gathered her tart juices on his tongue.

"Lick up and down, Artie," I said, trying to help out.

He did, and added a wrinkle of his own, commanding his tongue to move in a circular pattern, that drew a loud cry of satisfaction from Brittany.

Emboldened by his success, Artie blew a slobbering gush of hot breath against her pussy. Brittany screeched with delight, and now he knew he was doing all right...

"Spread her cheeks with your hands," I offered, not content to let him find his own way.

He did as told, which served to open her up as wide as possible. He continued to lick at her, to slather her smooth labia with his tongue, sampling her essence as it literally poured out of her body.

"Move up just a bit, Art," I said. "Look for a tiny dick. That's her clit."

Artie found the little bump after a few seconds of searching, and the reaction from Brittany convinced him that he was the world's greatest cunt-lapper.

"Oh, YESSSS!" she moaned. "Oh, right there, honey! LICK ME RIGHT, FUCKING THERE!"

I swear I saw the little nubbin grow large as he lashed it with his tongue. Her pussy was covered with her juices and his drool. Brittany was now squirming around, rubbing her breasts, and all in all, making it difficult for Artie to keep his mouth and tongue on target. As a consequence, he gripped her ass cheeks harder, trying to hold her in place.

"Oh yeah," she panted. "Squeeze that ass. Squeeze it!"

Artie squeezed her ass, and I squeezed her right breast, knowing instinctively that she'd love it as well.

"Okay, okay!" she yelled. "Put it in me! Put your cock in me!"

Artie stood up. His juice smeared face registered some surprise at seeing me squeezing her breast, but he ignored me, preferring to concentrate on his obvious conquest.

Brittany's pussy was now swollen and open in an obscene manner. She adjusted herself a little, and rubbed her clit furiously as his dick jerked before her. He placed the head of his cock against her cunt-lips and pushed forward, sliding in smoothly, in one fluid stroke. Later he would tell us all that it appeared that Brittany's membranes drew him in, much as a vacuum cleaner sucks the dirt from a carpet.

"Ohhhh," he groaned in sheer bliss, as he felt those knowledgeable muscles gripping at him. "Fuck me hard and fast, honey! C'mon, do it!" He began to thrust, hard and fast as requested, his hands still gripping the cheeks of her ass, using them for leverage. As he fucked her, she rubbed her clit with two fingers, using a rotating motion.

The sight was incredible, both physically and mentally. I already had some fingers planted in Kassi's cunt and she was moaning non-stop. I looked at Kassi, her eyes were tightly shut, and her pelvis kept crashing against my palm, maximizing the pressure of my hand on her pussy and clit.

Needing to be inside her, I spun her away, and then pulled her back to me. It was a dance move I'd learned but Kassi didn't know it.

I stabbed my dick into her pussy and heard her grunt with satisfaction. She grabbed me by the hips and ground down onto me, pushing her pussy so hard against my groin that I thought fleetingly that she was trying to hit her clit with my pelvis bone.

She looked at me and licked her lips, then raked my chest with her fingernails.

Off in the distance, a little girl screamed playfully, causing Kassi to glance in that direction, a look of surprise on her face. I laughed at her anxiety, and pumped her rapidly as long as I could for about thirty seconds. She came hard, holding her breasts and pinching the nipples.

As the wave washed over her, she ran her hands through her hair, and then she screamed with delight, when, rather than pulling out, I grabbed her by the shoulders, and held her in place, impaled on my throbbing dick.

Feeling a strength come over me that I'd never felt before, I lifted her up about a foot off the ground then dropped her, with me on top of her onto the fortunately for us, soft moss in front of the tree.

I knocked the air out of her and had to apologize, and then wait a full minute before continuing.

Non-the worse after losing her breath, Kassi inserted me back inside her molten hot love furnace. Our genitals made sloppy wet sounds as my stiff dick squeezed the juice out of her hole, spraying both our thighs.

After a grunt from me and a groan from Kassi, she pulled me down by the neck to her mouth. We began a prolonged kiss. I drew her lower lip between mine and licked it ever so lightly with my tongue. I felt the fire of lust surging through her as she shuddered in my arms.

Suddenly, Kassi drew away, her eyes were wide and her lipstick smeared mouth hung open. She dug her nails into my shoulder and whimpered, "Fuck me, Bree. Oh, please, gimme a good one!"

I pulled her on top of me and slid into her warm wetness. Kassi grabbed me by the shoulders, and started fucking me very fast, slipping her pussy up and down my shaft at a furious pace.

Faster, faster, and still faster, she rode me. My mouth was open in stunned surprise. I had never experienced a girl who could fuck this hard. And then she froze in place, twitched once or twice and came, all the while chanting, "Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me!"

I fully expected her to break our connection after her orgasm waned. But she did not, and I decided to keep going. I lasted another minute or so before spewing a load into her. Kassi kept at it too, milking me long after I had emptied my sacs.

Because of this exertion on her part, the semen began to seep out of her pussy and onto the ground. I rolled her over onto her side, and still lodged in her cunt, I straddled one of her legs; the other ankle dangled over my shoulder. Still hard, but knowing that I was not going anywhere, I began a slow, methodical pumping action, knowing it would please her. To heighten her pleasure, I worked my index finger into her ass, now slick with her juices.

Kassi made a grab for my wrist, trying to slow the entry of my finger into her anus, but didn't succeed to well. And a moment later, when I wriggled the finger inside her, she came again.

"You fuck, you!" she exclaimed, caught between happiness and anger.

I continued pumping my dick into her and felt her start to respond.

"No, no, please ... I'm gonna pass out," she whimpered as my finger slid back into her ass. 

Now it was hot and slick. It was simple to work a second finger into her.

"Aubrey!" she whined in protest, but her body betrayed her as her anus widened to accept even a third digit.

She bit her lip to keep from screaming, and once the three fingers were fully inserted, she came again.

This orgasm was an amazing thing to watch; she was twisting into contortions I had thought impossible. I later learned that she was a gymnast, but right then I was amazed and allowed my dick to flop from her juicy cunt.

Kassi, uttering incomprehensible sounds, collapsed and lay spread-eagled on the ground. I moved the fingers in her anus and she jumped like a puppet on a string.

"Please ... don't!"

But I could not resist the power I now held over her, and clenched my fingers again, and again got the puppet jerk reaction.

While thinking about what to put her through next, I discovered my erection was full blown once more and sent it right into her love channel. Her response was slow, and I increased my pace, fucking her hard and deep.

It took a moment or so, but she started to cum almost immediately. And again, and again and then I saw her eyes roll back and her head hit the ground as she passed out.

"Did you fuck her to death?" Brittany asked as she sat astride Artie's hardon.

"No, she's just had too much cock for the moment." "All right, then," she said, and drew up until only Artie's cock-knob was still buried in her; then she paused before dropping down all the way, as Artie cupped her ass with his hands, and moaned.

Brittany let her chin rest on Artie's shoulder as she peeked over at Kassi and me. I saw her wink at me, and I winked back. A moment later, I pulled out of Kassi, and waved my dick in Brittany's direction.

Her eyes widened at the sight, and she licked her lips in anticipation that I was coming over to feed it to her, whether her mouth or other parts, I never found out, because I was not about to damage Artie's relationship with her.

Brittany returned her efforts toward Artie and was promptly rewarded. As her cunt rose and fell, her juices, churned incessantly by her thrusting, turned to creamy foam and began leaking down her thighs and onto Artie's dick. Her effort was now producing a sort of squishy sound, and I heard Artie exclaim, "I'm coming, baby!"

"I'm coming too," she squealed into his ear. "My pussy is creaming all over your great big, prick!"

As she felt the first spurt of his load entering her, Brittany screwed her cunt down upon him; winding her cunt onto his cock. Her cunt slurped loudly as she rose up for the last time and fell off of him.

I saw Artie's cock spurt a rope of jizm as he howled in ecstasy. Then Brittany fell upon him, devouring his dick with her mouth, and finished him off by sucking him dry.

I began kissing Kassi, who lay in my arms like a rag doll. After a minute or two, I asked, "Should I stop?"

"Yes," she said, and realizing what she'd said, quickly denied it, fearfully calling out, "No!"No! I didn't mean that! I love your kisses!"

"Are you still coming?" I asked Kassi.

"Seems like," she told me dreamily, and I left it at that until I got horny again. At that point, I simply turned the sleepy-looking girl onto her back, and softly licked between her legs. That woke her up. She grabbed me by the ears and tried desperately to pull me away from her cunt, but I'd have none of that, and I licked her until she came, then fingered her and licked her until she was crying "No, more! Please, no more!"

At that point I almost listened to her plea, but a pervasive notion came to me and I sent my tongue into her still gaping asshole while fingering her pussy until she shuddered and came in what had to be the hardest climax she'd ever had.

I saw a pair of women walking briskly down a path not ten feet away from us, and placed my hand over Kassi's mouth to keep her quiet. I could only hope that Artie did the same with Brittany. He didn't, and she let out the loudest moan yet. But apparently, the two women were so engaged in their own conversation that they didn't hear Brittany's cries.

"Oh, Christ," she cried, "I ... I feel his balls slapping against me!"

I was on fire myself, and discovered that I was rubbing my dick all over Kassi's face while she struggled to capture it in order to bring it to her mouth and suck me off.

I let her capture me, and she promptly jammed me into her mouth and started suck feverishly. I watched Artie as he started fucking Brittany harder, pushing and pulling, slamming in and out as fast as he could, his breath became ragged, as if he were running a marathon. And already, in his excitement, in the sheer sleaziness of what he was doing, he could feel another orgasm straining to be born.

"Oh, wait for me! Please wait for me!" Brittany cried, wanting to cum with him and not be denied what she thought would be a fantastic orgasm.

But Artie couldn't hold off. With a grunt that seemed to shake the oak tree he was fucking her in front of, he released a scalding torrent of semen into Brittany's young cunt.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried, lamenting the fact that he hadn't held off and waited.

But to my surprise, Kassi let me flop from her mouth and quickly knelt before her friend and began licking and sucking her pussy, reviving Brittany's climax.

Holding her head firmly against her cunt, Brittany fucked Kassi's face like a woman gone wild.

She started to cum, and Kassi intensified her cunt-lapping, concentrating mainly on the teen's clit and managed to not only bring Brittany off, but prolonged her orgasm for several minutes. Finally, both girls collapsed to the ground in a heap of arms and legs.

We remained in place for several long minutes. Another couple jogged by, apparently without noticing us.

I realized we were waiting to be caught, and suggested that we get dressed. That brought the others out of their languor, and they followed suit.

"Your friend was kind of rough with Brittany, you think?" Kassi said.

"What I think is she kinda liked it."

"You think?" Kassi said, making wonder how limited her vocabulary was.

"Did he hurt you, Brit?" Kassi asked.

"He left some wicked marks on my ass," she responded with a flippant laugh.

"T ... that was the tree, not me," Artie said defensively.

"Artie, you surprised me ... and I think the girls too."

"I did?"

"Yeah, ask Brittany how she liked your fucking." 

Brittany was already nodding affirmatively. "And he ate her pretty good too," Kassi added.

"I'd say so," I threw in.

"He was great!" Brittany said, and Artie beamed.

"Can we meet again tomorrow?" Brittany asked, happily.

"I can't," I said. "But Artie has a buddy. You think Patagonis might limp into action with the girls and you, Art?"

"I'll break his other foot if he won't," he replied.

"Will Patagonis?" Kassi said questioningly.

"One and the same," I told her.

"He's ... he's like a Greek God," she said almost in awe.

"I told you two that I'd fix you up with some studs."

"You did, didn't you," Brittany said. "But does that mean you ain't going to date us no more?" "No, it means that I'm not going to be your boyfriend. But I'll always have time for a nice fuck in the park."

Everyone laughed and we all hugged one another. Then with the sun growing lower in the sky, we made our way home. Well, I did. Artie remained with the girls. I guess he wanted to make certain of just where they lived.



Handsome Ch. 11



Chapter 11

Back Seat Adventure

For the next couple months nothing unusual happened worth passing on. I slept with Mora a couple times while her boyfriend was out of town for a football game. I didn't ask why she didn't go with him. The fact that she called me before he left was enough of an answer for me.

Brittany and Kassi still kept up with me, despite going steady with Artie and Will respectively; separately, of course. It seems while both knew of the other's involvement with me, they wanted a form of plausible deniability in the event either boy confronted them about seeing me. I didn't care. Both were good fucks, and that's all they were to me.

There was one interesting development that occurred when my mother and her lover arranged to meet at a summer camp for a weekend rendezvous. But his wife got sick and had to be rushed to the hospital. My mother was stuck, having agreed in advance to pick up the daughter of a mutual friend; i.e., her excuse for going in the first place. I was to come along - as company - but I was also to get an opportunity to drive a new Camaro, so I went without protesting ... too much. And I did enjoy tooling around the countryside in the Camaro, top down, looking and feeling soooo cool.

The weekend was uneventful other than another woman - a Mrs. Genero, who experienced some car trouble on arriving at the camp. Her problems manifested when the local garage had to send away for parts to complete the repairs. Mrs. Genero asked my mother for a lift back, and my mother invited her and her nineteen-year-old daughter, Heather to join us.

My Mother drove, with Mrs. Genero sitting up front beside her. Heather joined me in the back. She was a reasonably pretty girl, great legs and ass although her breasts were still in what I thought might be early stages of development. She was in her freshman year at college, and thoroughly mortified at being forced to ride with me, a mere high school student, although only a couple months younger than she. 

As a consequence she thought she would dominate me through superior conversational gambits.

"I'm on the Wesleyan debating team. Are you going out for the debating team next year, Aubrey?"

"I kind of doubt it. I'm on the baseball team and take dance, although the dance is outside of school activities."

"She's only on the debating team because she loves to talk," her mother said, without turning around.

"Oh, Mom, c'mon, you know that's not true!" 

Heather said, as if worried that I would take her mother's joke seriously.

"Aubrey ... do you have a car?"

"Well ...."

My mother rescued me, saying: "We share the family car. So long as I have no urgent need of transportation, Aubrey has use of it."

Turning to face me, Heather said, "man, that's kind of a bummer."

I detected a bit of sympathy in her tone. I had expected her to come back with some sarcastic remark, and her stock went up in my eyes.

We were quiet for a while and I started to doze off, only to realize that her cheek was now pressed against mine. I had a fleeting thought that she wanted me to kiss her, but with our mothers up front, I decided not to try. I might have misjudged her and didn't want the repercussions that a clumsy kiss might bring.

Time passed in silence except for the sound of the tires on the pavement. But Heather's leg was moving. First it was just an occasional extra bit of pressure against mine but soon it was different, a sliding motion, almost a caress. 

Once I'd convinced myself that it wasn't just the effect of the car's swaying and bouncing, I began to reciprocate. It was enjoyable, frustrating, but exciting, especially with our parents in the front seat.

And then it happened. I felt Heather's hand on my thigh, and I looked anxiously at the front seat. My mother was concentrating on the highway and it looked like Mrs. Genero had dozed off. It was dark in the car, the only light coming from the occasional light pole as we flashed past.

I reciprocated, placing a hand on Heather's thigh. Under the woolen skirt she wore, her thigh felt full and firm, just like it had looked in daylight. When I did that, she snuggled closer.

Gradually her hand moved higher, and I shifted position to allow my bulging erection some freedom under my pants, which fortunately with the style of the time, were loose at the crotch. 

I also had slowly moved my hand higher but the wool skirt was too thick to allow more than a feel of the shape of her legs.

Heather's head was on my shoulder but, even if my mother could see anything in the rear view mirror, I knew it would look innocent enough. And then Heather's other hand was on mine.

'Was she going to move it away?' I considered the possibilities, my brain racing through them, working as fast as it ever had before. I concluded that it was unlikely, she was moving my hand ... but steered it under her skirt and onto her bare skin.

'How far should I go?' I wondered.

The answer was not long in coming. Her legs opened, and she slumped lower on the seat and moved her hips forward.

Using the tips of my fingers, I stroked the silky flesh of her inner thigh. I used a series of, little circular caresses that moved inexorably higher.

I still couldn't believe that she was inviting what she appeared to be. I kept glancing into the rearview mirror to make sure my mother wasn't watching us. My testicles felt like balloons, achingly swollen, as Heather's hand slowly closed around the tented fabric.

I glanced sideways at her. There was enough light on her face that I could see that her eyes were closed. Was she awake? Of course she was. She had to be.

My arm was half-buried now under her skirt and my fingers felt the fringe of soft hair where her panties met the juncture of thigh and hip. I slipped my hand under the elastic and felt the softness; the moist, oily squishiness of her cunt. Her eyes opened then, briefly, and she slid further forward on the seat, tilting her pelvis upward, and opening her legs wider by lifting one over my thigh. I was both lust-crazed and terrified. 

If her mother woke and turned her head, she would see us, even in the dark. But I couldn't resist the opportunity. I explored the succulent softness of her slippery folds of flesh and found the hard bump of her clit. 

I heard her utter a faint gasp when I touched her there and almost pulled my hand away in fright.

But no one else seemed to hear it. My mother's eyes were still fixed on the road and Mrs. Genero didn't stir.

Suddenly, my mother called out to us, "Are you guys warm enough?"

I quickly withdrew my hand, and not as quickly, Heather did to.

"Uh ... yeah, it's a bit chilly, Mom. But there's a blanket here." I said and bit my lower lip so hard it started to bleed.

Heather reached down between the front and rear seat and got the lap robe that was there, and spread it over our laps.

"Is it true?" she asked in a whisper so low I barely heard her.

"Is what true?" I said, worried that my harsher voice would carry to the women in the front seat.

"That you've done all those girls at your high school?"

"No," I said and left it at that.

"Not what I heard."

"What have you heard?"

"That you're a stud, and that you did it with all those girls in your class."

"Where'd you here that?"

"Are you denying it?"

"You tell me first."

"Mora told me you were doing everyone."

"She did, huh?"

"I believe her."

"Why?"

"Why ... why would she make something like that up?"

"Could be she wanted to put you in an embarrassing position like this," I said.

That stopped her. But I realized I was going to miss out on a terrific opportunity if I didn't confess the truth.

"Nah, that's not right," I said. "I have been with some girls, but not all of them. Mora's talking through her..."

"So you have been with a lot of girls," she said.

"A few," I admitted.

"Who?"

"See, now there you go. I'm not saying who I was with. You want to know that bad ask Mora, she seems to know everything."

"I don't know if I can believe her," Heather admitted.

"I don't kiss and tell. Never have, and never will," I said.

"Good," she replied and shifted position under the blanket. For a moment, I wondered what she was doing. I wondered until I saw her put something into her purse. She'd taken off her panties!

Emboldened by both her actions and the protection offered by the blanket, I slipped my hand through the opening of her skirt and cupped the furry softness of Heather's desire dampened sex.

I felt her fumbling with the front of my pants and I froze on hearing the sound of my zipper being opened. But, just as when she'd gasped at the first clit touch, the sound hadn't been heard in the front seat. Now, at least, if her mother awakened and glanced back, she wouldn't be able to see anything.

"You're big!" Heather whispered, as her warm hand closed around my dick. I shuddered as her tongue flicked into my ear.

"I want you," she said, and her words brought me to the edge of coming then and there. "You know what to do, right?"

Evidently she did too, for she started jerking me off, using a fairly rapid pace and even though I was stroking the juicy folds of her cunt, I was still shocked by what she'd said.

I twisted away from her touch, thinking it wouldn't do to leave a big cum stain on the blanket or on my pants either, for that matter. And I was awfully close to that point. But I underestimated my horny companion's ingenuity. 

She was fumbling in her purse and she brought out her panties. Then she wrapped my tool in the silky softness of her underwear and I relaxed.

Well, relaxed is not quite the word. But at least I knew that if I went off, it would be contained, and there was a salacious novelty in being, literally, in Heather's pants.

Her hand was squeezing my dick, virtually strangling it, but fortunately not pumping it. I had her hips squirming as I circled her clit with my thumb, and the rustling sound of her skirt against the seat sounded too loud to my ears, but I didn't stop.

"Harder..." she panted into my ear.

"Hurry ... hurry," she grunted moments later. "I'm gonna cum!"

And then her thighs locked on my wrist, and she uttered an audible gasp as I felt her cunt tighten its grip on my finger.

"You guys Okay?" my mother asked. I saw her eyes looking our way in the rear-view mirror.

"Huh? Oh, guess I was dreaming," Heather said after an intake of breath.

Heather's answer seemed to satisfy my mother and Mrs. Genero appeared to still be sleeping.

But the brief conversation had awoken her. She yawned and said, "Oh, I guess I nodded off. Where are we?"

"We're about forty minutes away," my mother said. "Go back to sleep everyone, I'll wake you when we arrive."

Heather's hand was still wrapped around my cock. Only now she was pumping it. Slowly, but the blanket was moving. I didn't know what to do. 

Could her mother see if she really looked? I lifted my leg and got my foot on the seat. This made a tent of the blanket and the movement of Heather's hand was no longer evident. Not to a casual observer, but very much so to me. She was stroking my dick in a loose grip, her panties sliding up and down, the smooth silk rubbing against my sensitive foreskin. My climax was imminent, and I did not have the willpower to interrupt the delightful caress.

"Cum, Aubrey," Heather whispered in my ear. "I want you to cum in my panties."

The invitation was too much. I stifled a groan, and her hand tightened its grip. She pumped me, still slowly, and I exploded, my load gushing into the silken enclosure, its wetness surrounding my tool.

Heather uttered a throaty sigh, and continued jerking me off; tightening her grip on the upstroke, loosening it on the down stroke. She was reaching down to the base of my cock and handling me like a milkmaid handles a cow's teat, milking all of my pent-up semen into her panties.

"I wish that was me, not just my panties getting it," she whispered, a little too loud.

"What was that, Heather?" Her mother said and turned to look back.

"I said I wish we were home, Mom. It's been a long trip."

Heather fumbled around under the blanket and I felt some of my semen on my thigh. God, I hoped there was none on the blanket or, for that matter, on my pants.

The first set of streetlights flashed by as we entered the county once removed from our own. Heather took her cum soaked panties and put them in her purse. I managed to get my fly zippered without being observed from the front seat while she unconcernedly commented on school and the weather. Luckily, or more accurately, because of Heather's precautions, there were no stains on my pants and, I assumed, none of consequence on the blanket.

We escaped without detection. I had to admit, it was twice as exciting because of the proximity of our mothers, but I was already looking forward to my next encounter with Heather.

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The next day I drove by Heather's house several times without seeing any sign of her. Still cruising around I spotted Mora, and pulled the car over to confront her.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi, Aubrey, how are you?"

"I'm fine, thank you. I want to ask you something, Mora."

"Shoot," she replied off-handedly, as if she had to be someplace else, and soon.

I laughed, and said, "I'd like to."

"You'd like to what?'

"Shoot you."

"Me?"

"Why?"

"Because you're blabbing about us. Are you telling everyone you meet about us?" 

"Blabbing...?" she appeared confused, and then a light went off and she realized where the conversation was headed.

"Oh ... that. Well I did mention it to some girls I know a couple weeks ago. Why, what happened?"

"You can guess what happened." I told her.

She nodded thoughtfully and said, "I guess I can. Was she as good as me?"

I had to laugh. Mora was totally unconcerned about the situation. She was certainly not going to apologize to me. I thought quickly and decided that no harm had been done. In fact, she had brought some one new into my life.

"Well, at least you can count on me keeping my mouth shut."

"Oh, Aubrey, it's different with girls."

"How so?"

"We ... we don't, well we do talk ... among ourselves. But we don't brag about it."

"You don't brag about it?" I said.

"Well it's different when a girl tells other girls. It stays with us."

"You mean, when a guy tells his friends about having sex with a girl, it doesn't stay with the guys?"

"Yes ... no! Oh, I don't know..."

"Mora, girls talk. Guys talk. What's the difference?"

"I ... I don't know!"

"Let me tell you something, Mora. I was asked if I had done the entire class. I said no way. I was told that you said I had. We both know just who I had sex with, and it wasn't the entire class. So it seems you stretched things a little. Don't you agree?" 

"Um, well, when you put it that way, I guess..."

"You owe me and the other girls an apology, Mora."

"I'm so sorry, Aubrey. You're right. I apologize.

"Apology accepted. Now, let me thank you for setting me up with a good time."

"You ... you stinker!" she wailed angrily.

I laughed and soon she joined me.

"Fair's fair, Mora. You really shouldn't have put me in that situation. But it worked out just fine."

"So, who was it?"

"Now, now, Mora, you know I won't tell you. But you can guess all you want."

"Was it Barbara Ulrich?"

I shook my head.

Elizabeth Lawless?"

Again, I shook my head.

Heather Genero?"

When I shook my head again, Mora realized I wasn't going to reveal my partner.

"You ... you just teased me to get those names, didn't you?"

I smiled at her, and then gave her a hug. "Thanks for all the new leads, lover; and give my regards to your boyfriend."

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That afternoon, I answered the phone at home. "Did you enjoy the drive back, last night?"

"Who's this?"

"You mean you've forgotten me already? I haven't forgotten you," Heather said. "That was the best drive I've ever had."

I laughed and said, "Well now that the words out on me I have to be careful, Heather."

She giggled happily and said, "Well? Did you enjoy the trip?"

"What can I say, except for being terrified of being caught most of the way."

"Wasn't it fun? Being terrified, I mean. Do you want to come over here and be terrified some more?" she said, and I heard her breathing heavily.

"Uh ... where are you?"

"I'm at home. Dad just went back to work. Mom's gone to play bridge so I have the house all to myself. And I wouldn't mind company."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, it's exactly so."

Fifteen minutes later I rang the doorbell three times before Heather came to the door. Her head was wrapped in a towel, and she was wearing a bathrobe, obviously fresh from the shower.

"You didn't waste any time, Aubrey, c'mon in."

I followed her in, then upstairs. She led me down the hallway past the bathroom that was still a bit steamy with condensation on the mirror. Her bedroom was messy and somehow, I expected it to be that way. Her clothes were strewn around, some on a chair, some on the unmade bed and some on the floor.

"Did I surprise you last night?" she said, plopping herself on the rumpled bedding.

"Surprise me? I guess you did."

"I damn near got carried away when you made me cum," she said and her eyes seemed to glaze over. I guessed she was reliving the moment.

"It was so exciting ... the danger ... the possibility of being caught at any moment."

"That would have been something, wouldn't it?" I said, "If we'd made too much noise?"

She hopped off the bed and went to a small dresser, opened the drawer and pulled out the panties she's worn the night before.

"I can't stop sniffing them. They've got both of our odors on them. Here, have a smell."

I accepted them from her and brought them to my nose.

"God, you really let out quite a load. I've given a few hand-jobs before, but that's the first time that I got turned on by it. It was incredibly sexy to feel your cock jump in my hand. I wish I'd been able to do it with my bare hand."

She shrugged her shoulders and let her robe fall to the floor, and stood naked before me.

"Do I look like a high school girl?"

"You look like a woman."

"Yeah, a horny woman," she said, and moved toward me.

It was the first really good look I'd had of her. Heather had a pretty face, oval shaped, somewhat resembling Brooke Shields ... the young Brooke. 

Her legs were a bit on the heavy side, but I like that. Her wide hips flared out from a trim waist. She had a trim stomach, slightly convex, with a dimple at her navel, and her breasts, although not at all large, were high, the nipples remained up thrust and at the apex, areola like strawberries stood out, rigid and mouthwatering. Lowering my eyes, I came to a neat triangle of dark curls showing above the juncture of her thighs. Hell, yes, I wanted to fuck her.

"You're lovely, Heather. Are you sure your Mother will be gone all afternoon?"

"At least three hours, Aubrey. And if you last that long, I hope she comes home and catches us. Let's start with a shower, all right?"

"Sure," I said, and began to strip.

There's an extra towel in the bathroom."

It was a quick shower or, at least it started out that way. I was just about to get out when Heather joined me. "I've never showered with a guy before. But it's a favorite fantasy of mine."

She grabbed the soap and began to lather my belly, then lower. "I like to be sure my food is clean," she said as she bent over and fondled my still limp penis. "You sure felt bigger than this last night."

I cursed myself for having jerked off before setting out for her place. But then, I hadn't wanted to arrive at her doorstep with a raging erection either. Taking the cake of soap from her, I leaned over her back and, from behind, reached up between her legs and began to soap her pussy. I could hear little murmurs of approval as my organ swelled and expanded while I used my hands to spread the slick soap in the folds of her cunt and back, up the crevice between the firm melons of her ass.




Handsome Ch. 11



"C'mon ... let's do it wet," Heather said breathlessly as we got out of the shower.

I leaned down to kiss her and her mouth opened readily under mine, her tongue tangling wetly with mine as she pressed her naked body to me. We moved crab-like from the bathroom, down the hall to her bedroom, leaving a trail of water behind. Heather flopped down on her back on the bed, her legs opened invitingly as I followed her down.

"Ohhh, it's getting a lot bigger. It's ... wow! I can't believe it's that big!"

"Keep that up and it'll get even bigger."

"I've never taken one as thick as this one, Aubrey," she said, already breathing heavily. Then she bent her legs, tilted her pelvis positioning it for my initial thrust.

"How many guys have you done it with?' I asked. I was curious to find out how much sex Heather had had.

"Four ... and you?"

"None," I replied straight-faced.

"None? Are you kidding? Mora told me..."

She saw the grin on my face and realized her gaff. "All right smarty. How many girls?"

"You won't believe me," I told her.

"Try me."

"Is this going to be shared around ... you know, with the girls?"

No way. Just between us," she held her hand up as a scout might attest to the truth.

"Okay, I think the number is ... eight, with you making nine."

"Oh, shit!' she exclaimed."I was only kidding about my number. It's really two. But eight, my gawd!"

"What can I say, I'm a lucky guy."

"I guess ... or very good."

"You might say that I've had lessons," as I spoke, my fingers were manipulating her left nipple, making it stand up. She moaned, and then recovered enough to shout, "Get out!"

"You want me to leave?"

"No, no, I mean I don't believe you."

"Look, maybe if I told you that I met an older woman, and she taught me a few things..."

"I knew it!" Heather yelled. "There's always an older woman lurking out there."

"Or an older man," I added.

Then we were both laughing and curling our limbs around each other.

"Let's fuck!" she chirped.

I entered her wet pussy easily.

"Oh, Gawd!"

"Is it good?"

"I love it! You feel better than I thought you would."

Her thighs cradled my hips, squeezing on the upstroke, opening on the down stroke, as I began to fuck her. She was a snug fit, tighter than I'd expected after what I'd heard from her. She moved, but awkwardly, sort of a self-conscious undulation that didn't quite pick up my rhythm.

After last night, I felt no great urgency, but I reached between our bodies to find and massage her clit. I wanted her to cum more than once.

"You're good, baby," I murmured, stretching the truth a bit. Her passage clung to me with a wet, clasping grip. Her hardened nipples dug into my chest. I felt no need to be gentle. Heather was experienced and I was sure she liked it this way. 

I increased both the tempo and force of my thrusts as I felt, under my finger, that certain change in her clit that I had discovered preceded orgasm.

"Gimme a kiss," she begged.

I tongued her mouth and she sucked on my tongue for a moment, and then said, "Mmmm, bigger kiss!"

After frenching each other for a minute or so, she broke the clinch and demanded that I put my hands on her ass and squeeze.

I did, and she grunted, "Huh ... huh ... huh!" as I pounded her firm body.

"Good, huh?"

"Oh, yeah!"

Let me know when you're gonna cum."

Almost immediately she replied, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum for me, Heather!" I shouted as I pounded into her, and her strong lithe body began to buck and jerk and she lost all semblance of rhythm and I felt her sheath contracting in sudden muscular spasms around my tool. I grabbed the firm, flexing cheeks of her ass and pulled myself into her as deeply as I could go while she gasped and panted in the throes of orgasm.

"Aubrey ... oh, fuck, Aubrey! It, it was never that good before," she panted after going limp beneath me. But I wasn't done, not by any measure. I slid down her twitching body, ignoring her whimper of protest as I withdrew from her cunt.

"Oh, yes," she cried out when I buried my face in the wet softness between her open legs. "Oh, my God ... yes!"

Heather's pussy was only lightly furred, a bush topping her mons, which tickled my nose, and a sparse growth that wreathed her labia. I pulled the folds apart and, as I slowly licked along the narrow valley, she gasped and spread her legs wider, draping them over my shoulders. I felt the walls of her cuntal aperture yield to my tongue when I thrust it in, and she began to writhe and squirm as I alternated between sucking on her hard, little clit and tongue-fucking her juicy channel.

She locked her legs around my neck, almost strangling me when she climaxed again, but I didn't stop. Three times I brought her to orgasm with my mouth before, once again, I moved up on her quivering body.

"Oh ... oh, I never dreamed ... never knew it could be so good. Thank you, honey ... oh, thank you."

"You're a hot, piece of ass, Heather. I bet you gave all your boyfriends a great ride," I said, as I slipped my still solid prick back into her tight pussy.

"Oh! You're still hard!"

"You make me hard!"

She seemed to recall what I'd said to her moments earlier, and replied.

"I ... I doubt I gave anyone a good ride. I let them fuck me, but they were so quick to cum that I..." she hugged me to her as I reached bottom and stayed there.

"But if you were my steady, I'd be in bed with you all day long."

"Tell me about them," I said.

"The man who taught me ... my first time ... he was older."

"Which relative was it?"

"How did you? It was my uncle," she admitted, surprised that I'd guessed her secret.

"I thought he really loved me, but once he got my cherry he lost interest and went after my cousin. She was my age ... I think he got her, too."

"The bastard," I said.

She nodded approvingly and went on. "Anyway, I've tried it with two seniors ... but they were like rabbits. They put a condom on, stick it in and, poof, they were done. But you waited for me to cum. And then ... and then you went down on me."

"Was it really your uncle?"

I didn't mean to tell you that. He was drunk the first time."

"So he came back again?"

"Yes. He came back three times.

I began to pump her slowly.

"Jeez, that feels so good!' she sighed.

"C'mon tell me, give me a thrill."

"Oh, Gawd, you're awful."

"Worse than him?"

She ignored the remark and started to tell me about her experience.

"We were alone, of course. I hadn't done it before. I mean, I'd wanted to. I mean, I'd turned eighteen the week before and here I was, still cherry intact. Mainly because I'd never had the opportunity, you know?"

I nodded.

"I hadn't done anything but masturbate, but I did that a lot," she giggled...

"What did you do with him?"

"Mmmm, it started with a handjob. I had never seen a real penis before. I'd gone to bed and I came back downstairs, he was watching one of those X-rated videos and jerking off. I was so surprised that I slipped on the bottom step and he heard me."

"He must have been embarrassed?"

"I don't know. Before I could do anything he'd picked me up and took me to my bedroom. Not here ... we lived somewhere else then. He accused me of spying on him. It caught me off-guard. I mean, I had every right to accuse him, but he turned the tables on me, making it look like I was the one at fault. And ... and it was fucking hot, you know? Seeing him like that."

"And?"

"He yanked my pajamas off and was fingering me before I knew what hit me. After I came, he made me do him. Well, made might be a little strong. I could hardly contain myself from touching him there."

"Was he hung?"

"No, not hardly; he had ... well; at the time I thought it was huge. But after ... well, never mind. I knew he was not as big as I'd thought."

"Okay, now, you were saying..." I said, hoping to get her to continue.

That's all we did until several months later when we were left alone again. He's Mom's younger brother, by the way. She thinks he's a Saint."

All the while that Heather was recounting her tale, I was fucking her and I could sense that she was becoming more aroused. But she kept talking about him as we moved languidly together.

"He masturbated me again, but that time he didn't stop. He got me close, and then he got on top of me and did it ... he fucked me."

She watched my face carefully for any sign that I was making a fool of her, and after satisfying herself that I was not, took another course.

"You like it when I say 'fuck', don't you? I bet you want me to say 'cunt,' and 'cock,' and all of those words, don't you?"

"I'll admit that I like hearing you say the words, Heather," I told her as I increased my thrusting, She closed her eyes.

"Yeah ... c'mon man, fuck my hot cunt! Fuck my hot cunt! C'mon, gimme all of that big old cock of yours!"

I withdrew most of my dick and then slammed into her.

She gasped, and stuttered, "Oh, yeah, baby. That's it! That's it!"

"Keep talking ... tell me about the uncle."

"Gets you hot, huh?"

"Yeah, c'mon!"

"He fucked me a lot after that. And once or twice he made me cum while he was in me, but most times not. That's why I think you're so special."

She wrapped her legs around me and levered her hips up, matching my speed. She uttered a litany of filthy, sexy words, and then just as I felt the pressure in my loins reach the bursting point, I felt the hot, muscular spasms in her passage.

Heather's legs squeezed me, trying to draw me in deeper, and her firm hips rocked delightfully as she orgasmed. Then, as her legs fell away loosely, I felt my own climax begin. I felt like I was in her a foot and a half and my cock four inches thick as I exploded into her still spasming passage.

"Oh, oh, oh..." she grunted as she came.

"Was I good?" she asked after we were breathing normally again.

"You were great, Heather. I want to do it again, but we don't have that much time," I said, and rolled off of her lax, open legged body.

"Please, not yet, Aubrey!" She grasped my wilting dick and pulled me down again "We have another hour."

"Yeah, but look at me, I'm all shriveled up."

"I bet I can get you up to speed," she said with a gleam in her eye. I didn't say a word.

She pushed me over on my back, and got to her knees beside me. 

"Ohmygod, I overflowed," she said, pointing to the creamy dribble that had escaped her cunt and ran down her inner thigh. "Wait right there," she said with a smile, and went to the bathroom.

"I've never done this before," Heather said with a huge grin on her face, happy that I was staying a while longer. "But you did it for me." She had a warm facecloth, and was wiping my flaccid member. Satisfied with her ministrations, she bent down, and watching my face, she parted her lips and engulfed my dick with her hot, moist mouth.

"Mmmm ... soft ... I like this," she said, her voice muffled by the mouthful of cock.

I moaned with delight the second her hot, pink tongue flickered over the crown, moistening it with her saliva.

I sighed as her mobile lips and tongue reignited my libido and the blood rushed to swell my organ to full erection.

"That's a real power trip. To feel you get big in my mouth," she said lifting her head.

"Suck it!' I groaned. And she did. Not with any degree of expert skill, but with a hunger that added to my pleasure non-the-less.

Then, after savoring the taste of my testicles, she gave my dick one last suck, and lifted her head, laughed delightedly at her perceived wickedness, and mounted me.

"Is this okay? I've never been on top before," she said, guiding my dick with one hand between the swollen, gaping lips of her pussy.

"Oh, Gawd," she moaned, as I felt the hardness of her cervix settle against the tip of my dick. 

"I think you rearranged me inside," she gasped, as she ground down the last fraction of an inch mashing me against her.

I found myself complimenting her. I wanted to tell her how she felt around me; how exquisite she looked, but words failed me, and all I could manage was a feeble: "Lovely, Heather ... lovely. You look incredibly sexy this way ... with your beautiful body wrapped around my cock."

She rocked her hips. "I love fucking you like this," she said, the wantonness in her voice bringing me the edge of exploding.

I grinned as I stroked and fondled her body, squeezing the conical tips of her breasts, caressing her hips and belly and inserting a finger between us to titillate her clit. She rode me smoothly, her firm ass sliding on my thighs as she moved back and forth.

"Yeah," she grunted.

"Oh, yeah!"

"I love this ... being on top ... fucking you instead of being fucked. Do you mind?"

"Not on your life!"

Heather began to move faster, lifting her hips and plunging back down, uttering short, breathless grunts at the bottom of her thrust.

"Yeah ... yeah ... gonna cum ... gonna cum," she chanted as her motions became erratic.

I grabbed her sweat slippery hips and guided her, controlling her lunges as her hot, internal spasms squeezed my cock.

"Oh, fabulous," she panted, shuddered twice and slumped forward to lie on my chest, her cunt still impaled on my tool.

A short time passed and Heather dismounted and dipped her face to my groin. Her mouth surrounded the head of my cream covered dick, then her lips slid warmly down until my cock bumped the roof of her mouth, she gagged briefly, but quickly recovered. 

Taking me from her mouth and holding me aloft, she grinned at me and said, "Now I know what I taste like. Do I give good head?"

"You're the best," I said. What else could I say at a time like that?

Her head went down again, but her gaze remained fixed on my face.

"Oh, Heather," I said, "So good ... that's so good!"

She had one hand on my tool, slowly pumping, and the other was hefting my testicles, fondling them. Saliva drooled from her lips and flowed down my shaft, and she made wet, slurpy noises as she sucked me.

Heather sensed my growing excitement and pumped faster.

I felt the familiar sensation at the base of my spine.

"Oh, Heather, oh ... I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum in my mouf!" she gasped, "I want you to..." and she increased her efforts.

I gave myself up to the delightful action of her mouth. Heather's eyes widened when my dick expanded in the moment before eruption.

"Gluck!" sounded from her when the first jet spurted into her throat. And, with her eyes squeezed shut she tightened her lip-grip and continued to suck and pump my jerking, spitting dick.

Heather was lying half atop me, a white film of cum on her lips as she wriggled closer. "How was it?"

"Fantastic, Heather. You were fantastic!" I said, although she didn't compare to several other girls that had blown me. But it's always beneficial to pay your partner a nice complement.

"So now you'll have to marry me," she said with a teasing smile. "You got my cherry ... my mouth cherry. Besides, I can't marry my uncle."

"Heather? I really have to go."

Just then we heard the sound of the front door opening.

"Oh, my Gawd! It's my mother!" she said, panic in her voice.

I pushed her away and quickly grabbed my clothes.

"Don't worry, Aubrey. She'll be all right with it."

"What do you mean?" I had my pants on and was buttoning my shirt.

"I caught her with a man last month and she knows it. She's cheating on Dad so I'd kind of like for her to know what we did."

She was coming upstairs. I heard the creak of one of the risers.

"Heather? Are you home? Whose car is that out front?"

I grabbed my socks and shorts off the floor and ducked into the closet, closing the folding door as much as I could behind me.

"I don't know. It's nobody visiting here, anyway, Mom."

Through the crack of the closet door I saw Mrs. Genero in the bedroom doorway. Her hair was somewhat disarranged and her clothes had a certain rumpled look. She didn't really look like she'd just come from an afternoon of bridge.

"Well?" The woman looked around suspiciously. 

"You're sure there isn't somebody here?"

"Hee hee ... you're funny, Mom. Yeah ... I've been to bed with the whole football team. I'm worn out. Which team were you in bed with, the boinkers?"

Her mother's face reddened with either embarrassment or anger, or maybe both. "Don't talk like that, young lady! Show me some respect!"

"Yeah, sure. Like you showed me when I told you about Uncle Tom. Your brother would never do anything like that, would he? Not unless I led him on."

"That's enough," her mother said, and turned away, closing the door behind her.

"It's okay, Aubrey, we fight like that all the time. But I did tell her what Uncle Tom did to me, but she defended him."

"I'm sorry, Heather. But how am I going to get out of here?"

"Just wait a few minutes. She's in her room now, getting herself wrapped around a bottle. Sit over here and we'll talk.

I kept checking my watch while Heather told a slightly different version of her seduction. There'd been a bit of force involved, the first time. Rape, really. But, when her mother blamed her instead of her uncle, she'd decided to try and enjoy it. Last night she had wanted her mother to see what we were doing, but she couldn't, not without my mother also seeing us.

Finally, at four thirty, I crept down the hallway ahead of her. She knocked on her mother's door on the way by and the muffled response made me relax. I escaped, undiscovered.

Heather and I carried on a sporadic affair during the next two months some of which I'll include in my story.



Handsome Ch. 12



All those involved in sexual acts are 18 or older

Chapter 12
My First Party

It was Paul Sosnowski, a senior, who invited me to my first party at which beer and marijuana were available. He did this because it meant I would bring Heather along, not as my date, but presumably as his. I made no mention of this to Heather, telling her only that we were invited to a party and there would be alcohol available, and that she should bring a bathing suit.

That was enough for Heather who had just purchased a new bikini and was dying to show it off.

But before we get to the party, there was an interesting development in my relationship with Heather.

As usual, we were at her house and had just finished a rousing sixty-nine. She hopped out of bed and announced that she: "Had to take a piss."

Her phrasing of this natural act had a surprising effect on me. I was instantly erect ... again. 

And after a moment's hesitation I followed her into the bathroom and found her sitting on the toilet and letting a stream flow into the bowl.

I still have no idea what caused me to do what I did, but I sent my hand between her legs and let the remainder of her golden stream splash against the palm of my hand.

Apparently, this act on my part aroused Heather as much as she had me.

"Do you have to piss, too?" she asked. Her eyes were wide and looking longingly at my dick ... which was bobbing with excitement.

"Maybe," I replied, wondering why she was asking.

"Good," she said and stepped into the shower and knelt down.

"Piss on me. Give me a golden shower."

And so, holding my dick in my right hand, I stepped into shower with her and began to piss on her breasts as Heather rubbing the yellow liquid over her chest.

Long before I was close to finishing, she moaned, "My face ... piss on my face!"

I obliged her and found it highly exciting. For one, she had her mouth open and appeared to be swallowing as much of my urine as was possible. Then too, as I pissed upon her face and hair, a strange feeling of power came over me. I liked it, and would recall the sensation from time to time in the future.

Back to the party... 

"God damn! Look at the set of tits on her!" That was Chase Smathers, in an aside to Nate Johnson, another senior, whom he elbowed in the side to make certain he had his attention. Nate was black, Chase white, and it appeared that they were almost inseparable. Some of my teammates made snide remarks about them buggering each other. But I reserved judgment on that.

The 'her' in question was Alexis Silver, a very buxom junior and close friend of Heather's. I motioned with my head toward Alexis and Heather giggled.

"Alexis is really stacked isn't she?" Heather said, spilling some of her beer.

I was on my second can of Bud and already feeling it as I replied, "The good Lord certainly gave her an abundance of boob."

"She told me once that if it were possible she'd share some of it with me," Heather replied, quietly enough so that only I could hear.

"She seems a kind soul," I said and grinned at Heather. Heather laughed and punched my arm, and then turned her attention to another group of girls who were jumping into the pool. She waved to them, and when two of them waved back, she told me she'd see me later.

As she made her way around the pool to join the other girls, I signaled Paul Sosnowski, and he nodded and began to follow Heather.

Alexis was already walking away toward the house when one of the girls in the pool lost her top. 

Nate and chase got up and moved in that direction. As casually as possible, I followed Alexis, who was adjusting the top of her bathing suit as she went into the house. I was trying to hide my rapidly growing erection from getting noticed by the stragglers sitting around just outside the house by holding the half empty can of Budweiser against it.

Once inside, I didn't see her, and decided to empty my bladder. I was looking into the toilet bowl, moving the remnants of a marijuana cigarette around and thinking how nice it would be to spend some time nursing on Alexis' lovely tits, when someone knocked at the bathroom door.

"C'mon, c'mon, I gotta go too!" A muted female voice called out. I could have been wrong, but I was sure it was the one and only Alexis. My dick sprang erect. I know I was blushing as I stuffed my now massive hardon back into my trunks, before opening the door.

It was Alexis, and my eyes went automatically to the mounds trying to escape her halter.

"See something you like?" she asked sarcastically.

"Well ... yes, as a matter-of-fact," I said. "You have a wonderful pair of tits, Alexis. How about letting me have a better look?"

"Heather told me you had a pair of balls on you," she said, and grinned at me.

"So, come in, join me. I'll wait for you to go."

"I don't do golden showers, Aubrey," she said, telling me that Heather had been talking rather freely about our sexual activities.

"I don't want a golden shower, Alexis; I do want to see those fine tits of yours."

She was laughing as she squeezed by me through the bathroom door. Her breasts rubbed against my chest. My eyes never left them. My cock was doing its best to tear its way out of my trunks. She glanced down at my crotch. Shit! Then she looked up at my face and saw I was now staring at her ass.

I closed the door. When I turned back to face her, Alexis was facing me.

"Christ, Aubrey, I feel naked with you staring at me that way."

She glanced down at my crotch again and said, "Are you going to get any bigger?"

"Yes ... you excite me, Alexis."

"Well, I have to admit I find that snake in your trunks exciting too."

I closed the distance between us and kissed her.

It caught her by surprise; I guess she thought I'd grope her tits first. But kissing her was the right move. As my tongue invaded her mouth, her arms went around my neck and I felt those magnificent mounds pressing their weight into my chest.

As my hands wandered along her flanks, her tongue kicked into action, becoming alive in my mouth. I cupped her breasts in my hands, sampling their weight.

"Wait..." she said, backing away in order to remove her top and freeing those luscious melons.

"Kiss them?" she said, making it a question. As if I would pass up the opportunity.

I did, pressing her back against the sink to do it; grinding my boner into her pelvic region at the same time.

She moaned, and a split second later, I did too, as I bent to take the right nipple into my mouth and savored the sweet taste of her. Her areolas were crinkly with pebbled nipples both stiff and hard against my tongue as I went from one to the other.

Alexis brought her arms up around my shoulders and buried her face into the crook of my neck as I sampled her tits. She giggled as I started working her bottoms off, still nibbling on one tit after the other. Each was covered with sheen from my saliva.

"Show it to me!" she squeaked. Heather said it was huge!"

"Heather talks too much," I said, but laughed lewdly and followed with, "But in this case I guess it was worth it."

I told her to, "Help yourself," and she did, digging my swollen dick out of my swim trunks and squeezing it in her fist.

"Nice," I gulped.

"Yes, it is," she giggled. "Gonna put it in me?"

"Yes," I grunted, and let my hand drop to her crotch; my fingers became entangled in her thick pubic hair. She took pains to keep herself trimmed, but allowed the hair covering her pubis to remain rather thick. She was all blonde.

"Jesus!" Alexis groaned when my finger sank into the fatty part of her labia. I was still sucking on her tits, but her hand was steering my cock toward her slit and I wasn't going to argue the point with her. She was slick, wet, and almost gooey. Her hips were rocking against the finger I had fucking in and out of her.

I'll never know why, but I abandoned her tit, and sought her mouth. She almost fainted from the intensity of the kiss. Her bottoms were hardly down over her ass, and her legs were spread wide, giving my hand all the freedom needed to roam around her hairy crotch. 

She was moaning constantly by this point, and her hips were moving in time to my finger fucking.

She wanted it. Her cunt was a juicy mess and her hips were fucking my hand. With my free hand I lowered my trucks. I had to bury my dick into that sloppy, wet cunt.

We ended the torrid kiss and I turned her so that she was facing the mirror. I rubbed my dick against the pale cheeks of her ass. She raised a leg and artfully used it to lower her bottoms to the tiled floor, and all the while staring at me in the mirror.

Moments later, she had her elbows resting on the bathroom sink and was presenting her ass to me. My dick was poking against the lips of her cunt. She reached back, took me in hand, and steered me right into her juiciness.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned softly.

I began to fuck her and was rewarded with a soft grunt with every thrust into her. Her cunt felt like a liquid velvet to me, and tight, very tight.

Soon Alexis raised herself up and her breasts started to swing as I continued fucking her.

"Oh ... you're good!" she moaned. She opened her eyes. "Are you gonna cum?"

"Not yet," I replied, and that seemed to please her no end.

Her areola and nipples were dark and looked like they had been chewed on. I had sucked them, but I hadn't thought to chew on them and made a mental note to do so at the first opportunity.

There was a knock at the bathroom door. A male voice called out, "hey, I gotta go. You almost finished in there?"

"No," I replied. I'm taking a shit, find another bathroom."

"Jesus Christ!" whoever it was swore, and stomped off.

"You ... think fast..." she panted, and I fucked a little faster figuring someone else would be along before long. 

We were making squishy noises as I slid deeply into her and the eased out.

Sure enough there was another knock on the door. I stopped fucking Alexis so abruptly that she lost her balance and fell forward, her face hitting the mirror and her tits, or one of them anyway, hitting the faucet so hard a bruise was inevitable.

My cock was buried in Alexis' belly, twitching, and we were both holding our breath.

"Sorry," I called out, "I'm having a problem. I'm gonna be a while. Isn't there another bathroom you can use?"

"Oh ... sorry," a female voice said, and left us to finish off what we'd started.

I took hold of Alexis' hips and slipped my thumbs between the cheeks of her ass. When I peeled her apart my eyes were glued to her asshole. It was surrounded by a hedge of dark, curly hair, and her anus appeared to be nothing but a wrinkled hole in her behind.

"You ready now?" I asked.

I had thought that the excitement of near discovery might have accelerated her climax. If it hadn't, my question did.

"Go faster..."

I slammed it into her and felt her shudder.

"Faster! Harder!"

I pumped rapidly two ... three times -- and hemorrhaged a thick load of semen into her belly.

I felt her cunt squeezing me as she climaxed with me. For the last few strokes I was rotating up on my toes, trying to drive my spike through her naval.

Alexis loved it!

A minute later, I was pulling up my trunks and Alexis was doing the same with her bikini bottoms.

And, as she shoveled her left tit into her halter, I took her by the chin and kissed her, and she responded with a passion I hadn't expected of her.

"We gotta do this again, Aubrey," she huffed when the kiss ended.

"We will, I want to play with those lovely tits again. But be a good girl and keep this between us. I don't want Heather to know. She's the jealous type.

"She's a slut, Aubrey. She fucks anything in pants."

"She's my slut, Alexis."

"Yeah ... I know. I understand. But call me?"

"I will. And I'll call you soon."

She gave me a dazzling smile, opened the door and slipped out. I could smell her sex in the draft as the door closed behind her. I counted to ten and left the bathroom. No one was waiting to use it.

I passed a bedroom on my way back to the pool and saw Heather's ass swaying from side to side as she went down on a guy I thought might be Sosnowski, but I wasn't sure. Not wanting to be seen, I left then and so was never positive just who Heather was blowing. Then again, I really didn't care.

I returned to pool and was handed another beer which I consumed a little too fast. Glancing around, I spotted Alexis sitting on a lounge chair between two seniors with whom I had little in common. I waited until she made eye contact with me, and then felt she was dismissing me ... at least for the time being. I went looking for another girl to talk too, hoping to make her jealous.

Someone handed me my first joint and I was half-stoned when I saw Heather come out of the house with Paul Sosnowski.

'So it was Paul that she was blowing, ' I thought, and bummed another joint from whomever it was handing them out.

I wandered over to the end of the pool and sat down next to a girl I'd seen in one of my classes. I didn't know her name, but she looked pretty good in her red bikini, although she wore thick eyeglasses.

"Hi," I said, using the best of all opening gambits.

"Hi," she responded. "You're Aubrey aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm sorry; I don't know you're name. I do know you're in my math class."

"Clorie. My name is Clorie," she said. Her voice had a nice tinkle to it and I warmed to her immediately.

"Clorie ... that's a very unusual name. A nice name though."

"Thank you," she said and licked her lips.

"I've got a nice joint here," I said, holding the marijuana cigarette up in front of her. "Would you care to share it with me?"

"Oh ... I've never..."

"Me neither ... at least not until a few minutes ago. I've never had much beer either, but there's always a first time, right?"

"I guess," Clorie said, although she was still noncommittal about accepting my offer.

"You wouldn't have a light, would you?" I asked, knowing girl's carried just about everything in their tiny purses.

"I ... think I may have some matches," she replied, already digging into her purse. A moment later she produced a book of matches and handed them to me.

"Thank you," I said and lit up. After inhaling deeply, and holding the smoke in my lungs for as long as I could stand, I released the smoke and felt the primo Jane hit.

"Here, you try," I said, hoping she would.

She did, taking just as deep a drag as I had and holding it until I told her to exhale.

In less than five minutes we were both stoned, and Clorie sat on my lap as we shared the last of my beer.

Clorie nudged me with her elbow, and said. "I see some couples going into the house."

"Um, yeah" I said in response and followed with, "How about taking off..."

"I'm not taking anything..."

"Your glasses..."

"Oh ... okay."

She was good-looking to begin with, but on removing the eyeglasses I could see that she was in fact, beautiful. I told her so.

"Get out!"

"No, I mean it!"

"You're only saying that," she said, begging for more compliments.

I began to compare her to some of the more attractive girls still at poolside.

It was obvious Clorie was eating it up and when she started to squirm on my lap, I placed a hand on her thigh.

"Don't..."

Before she could utter another word I leaned forward and kissed her. Clorie gave herself to my kiss, but kept her mouth sealed.

I pulled her closer to me. By now I was fully erect and knew she must have felt it pressing against her.

Finally, Clorie broke away from our kiss.

"Aubrey ... no!" she whispered, "We'd better not ... they'll see us."

"We aren't making any noise," I whispered back.

"Do you care?"

She laughed, evidently having gathered some confidence and said, "No, not really."

"Kiss me!" I said, making it more demand than request.

Clorie leaned back in and began to kiss me. This time her mouth opened and her tongue ventured out to duel with mine. I responded by putting my hands over the cheeks of her ass and squeezing them at the same time I sucked her tongue into my mouth.

The kiss went on and on, and I allowed a hand to slip into the backside of her bikini and fondle the flesh of her rump.

She moaned into my mouth.

My other hand delved into her halter and my thumb began to tease her nipple.

"Please, Aubrey ... Ahhh! No, don't!" Clorie panted when I tried to put my hand between her thighs.

"They'll see us!"

I pushed her off my lap and stood up.

"What?" she said puzzled that I wasn't playing by her rules.

"Come with me," I said and tugged her by the arm as I headed for the house.

"But ... but..." she sputtered as she fought to retain her balance.

We went in through the front door and found ourselves in the living room. It was occupied by several couples in various stages of making out.

Two couples shared the couch. Mostly kissing, but one girl's breast was exposed, and it was obvious that they were going to go much further.

A girl I had never seen before was going down on Billy Walker as he sat in an arm chair.

I maneuvered Clorie into the second bedroom as the first one was occupied by two. I think they were from another high school or even the local Community College, but I'm not positive. They had their bathing suits on, but were a tangle of arms and legs as they frenched one another.

"My God, I can't believe what I'm seeing," Clorie gasped as I herded her up against the bed.

"It's a wild party, that's for sure," I told her. Then we were kissing and I thought I detected a little more arousal in her response.

We fell on the bed still kissing. I had my hand on the upper part of her thigh. The springs on the bed began to creak.

"We're making ... mmmm ... a lot of noise," Clorie moaned between kisses.

I had my hand at the top of her tightly closed thighs and was delighted to discover the flesh there was wet and slippery.

"No ... No ... Please, no. I can't ... I don't want..."

I started to rub the palm of my hand over her cunt. Sure she still had her bikini's on, but all that was between my hand and her cunt was a thin piece of material. It was as if nothing was separating me from her prize.

"Aubrey ... not tonight ... please?"

"Are you a virgin?"

There was a long silence before she replied.

"No."

"Then what's wrong? Don't you like me?"

"Yes, I do ... but..."

"Then kiss me," I said.

"Yes ... sure, but..."

"That's all ... just a kiss, all right?"

Her mouth was on mine before I'd finished the sentence.

I worked myself into position so that I lay on top of her and began a slow dry humping motion. Several seconds passed ... she began to respond. I squeezed a leg into her crotch and felt her yield to it. Her arms were around my neck, and her legs were parting.

There was a noise outside the bedroom and Clorie panicked.

"Don't you move ... be quiet," I whispered to her ear.

She froze in place and I used the opportunity to maneuver my dick against her cunt. We heard the roar and gurgle of a flushing toilet and Clorie relaxed for a moment and then realizing where my dick was began to cry.

"Don't cry, baby," I cooed, and covered her face with kisses, tasting the tears flowing down her cheeks. But my hands were busy, with one now inside her halter as I palmed her firm ripe breast.

Clorie surprised me by reaching between us and rubbing my hardon.

A moment later I realized that she was also rubbing her cunt. Which of the two targets she was trying to attain I could only guess, and I decided that she was touching herself deliberately and me by accident.

"Don't cry," I said again, "we're all alone now,"

I told her and lifted a breast out in the open.

"You have beautiful breasts," I told her.

"You only have one out," she sniffed, bringing her tears under control.




Handsome Ch. 12



I freed the other breast, and said, "There, now both your beauties are out in the open.

"Do you like them?" she said sniffing again.

"Very much," I said, and squeezed one while licking the nipple of the other.

Clorie let out a slight moan of satisfaction.

"Like that?"

"Mmmm."

"And this?" I said, biting down on the other stiffening bud.

"Gawd, yes!"

I noticed her hand had slowed in her rubbing movements between her legs. She seemed to be savoring the moment of my tongue as it flicked across the top of her nipple.

I began to play with her right nipple, while my tongue was still enjoying her left one. She let out another moan, this time tilting her head backward, pushing her breasts into me and exposing her neck. I took my mouth off her nipple and started to kiss up the side of her neck, but I kept my right hand where it was playing with her breast.

The next thing I knew I her hand dipping into my trunks and gripping my cock in her fist.

She sighed and began pumping my dick.

"That feels wonderful," I told her. "Don't you dare stop."

She giggled and I returned the favor, delving into her bikini bottom and cupping her mons.

Clorie had a small amount of pubic hair on her mound, she must have been clean shaven at some point recently, I thought as my fingers located her clit. Clorie let out a slightly louder moan at this, and I felt her wetness on my knuckles as I teased her.

"You ... you know how..." she hissed, as I slipped a finger into the silky moist opening.

"Yes ... I know how," I said agreeably.

Clorie spread her legs to give me better access to her pussy. I repositioned my hand so my thumb played with her clit and sank a second finger into her velvety cavern. She let go of my cock, and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in to another passionate kiss.

I could feel her body shake as I fingered her.

"I love you, Clorie, I love you," I whispered into her slack-jawed mouth as I pushed her legs wider apart with my other knee.

"No! She sobbed, starting to cry again. But I noticed the sobbing masked her heavy breathing and continued my assault, knowing I had her tacit approval.

I rose to my knees and pulled my trunks down, exposing my cock. Then I peeled the bikini bottoms from her, leaving them dangling from her left foot. I shucked the trunks from my lower torso and we were finally naked together.

I guided my prick up to her pussy and found its long sought objective.

"No ... no ... no!" she gasped in a panic stricken whisper.

My cock had no conscience, and neither did I, and I guided it forward until the tip was engulfed by Clorie's soft, moist orifice. She trembled under me, but her thighs loosely clasped mine although otherwise she wasn't moving. I continued to ease into her and, although the hot, juicy passage was tight, there was no obstruction. 

After I fucked her she insisted that I was the first, but earlier she had said she was not a virgin, so who knew for sure? Well, Clorie did, but she never confirmed it one way or the other to me.

Clorie tensed beneath me when I made my final lunge and buried my tool completely within her juicy toolbox. As if helping me to celebrate, the bedsprings roared their approval by squeaking loudly. Our bodies were meshed, her velvet sheath compressing my cock within its delightful, exhilarating clasp.

I thought then and still do today that there is no greater feeling than when a man's cock enters a woman that first time. And I expect that women would say essentially the same thing about the feel of a man's cock. Someone should do a survey on that particular subject. Any volunteers?

I savored the moment as my throbbing dick was buried to its root in the hotly clasping depths of her body. I was fucking her. She was fucking me back. All was well with the world.

"Aubrey..." she huffed, "we ... gotta stop."

Why?"

"I'll get pregnant!" she sobbed, although her body was jerking with each and every thrust I made into her.

"Tomorrow ... that's it," she gasped. "We can do it tomorrow. I'll buy some condoms ... we can use my house," She finished with a soft whimper.

But I was too aroused to stop. Then too, I reason to doubt her at making herself available to me the following day.

"Please, Clorie..." and I said those dreaded words, "I love you." I punctuated my plea with another spring-squeaking lunge into her lovely tightness.

I saw her look at the ceiling, waiting for a sign from the almighty. But none came and I kept fucking; only now I worked my hand between our grinding bodies and found the hard little bump of her clit. I didn't care if she never spoke to me again. I was getting close to getting my rocks of, and unless I had misjudged her, so was she.

"Someone will come in and see us!"

"No one cares what's happening in here," I said attempting to reassure her.

"Hurry up ... finish," she moaned lamely and just then the door opened, and Heather stuck her head inside. Her eyes went wide in surprise as Paul Sosnowski peeked in over her shoulder. I waved them away, and to my relief they closed the door and left us alone.

Clorie was non-the-wiser.

Having someone look in on us and Clorie's lack of response had one beneficial effect, anyway. It had cooled my ardor and I was not on the verge of coming; and so I continued to fuck her slowly and fairly soon my actions were rewarded by signs of her arousal, unwilled or not.

"Do ... you ... really ... love me?"

"Sure I do."

Her widespread legs relaxed, cradling me and then I felt them close warmly on my thighs as her hips began, ever so slightly, to twitch against me. Her breath was gusting hotly into my mouth and, as I increased my tempo, Clorie bent her legs, her feet flat on the mattress, emitting soft, grunting whimpers as she absorbed the force of my thrusts.

"Oh, Bree ... darling ... I've wanted this for so long," she cooed as her vaginal muscles contracted around my shaft.

"Will you tell anyone about this?" she half grunted as I hammered my way in and out of her mushy warmth.

"I never talk about my lovers," I told her, and of course, this was the absolute truth.

"You mean it?"

"Of course I mean it."

"Then do me!" she yelled and I knew that anyone nearby must have heard her.

"Do it!" she said again, and lifted her legs and wrapped them around me pulling me in deeper than I had managed on my own. Her pelvis suddenly jerked and I felt her sheath compress my plunging prick as she hugged me tight to her writhing body.

She was coming!

"Are you gonna cum, baby?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"Are you coming?"

"Yeah ... yeah ... CUMMING!" she groaned in the throes of her orgasm. And as her cunt muscles massaged my dick I felt myself readying to explode.

From the far recesses of my brain I recalled her earlier words about using a condom. I hadn't used one and so gave her one last thrust and pulled out.

And then I was exploding. One rope of jizm ran across her stomach. Another draped over her right breast and the third and forth fell short, landing in her pubic hair and inner thighs.

Oh, God, oh, God, oh God, I'm pregnant!" she wailed and renewed her tears.

"No ... Clorie ... you are not pregnant," I said firmly and loud enough so that she had to hear me.

"Huh? But ... but you just ... did it to me!"

"Look at yourself. I pulled out. Look..." I said, "see for yourself," and stuck a finger into the strand of cum decorating her breast and held it up for her inspection.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"No, you put a lot of it into me. I know you did," she was blubbering again.

"I swear, I didn't," I whispered to her and held her tight, caressing her body as it shook until finally quieting.

My cock grew hard again against her hip. I kissed her, my tongue thrusting and probing the wet cavern of her mouth, stifling her sobs.

"Mmmmph ... No, don't," she moaned into my mouth as my hand covered the soft wetness of her slick, juicy cunt. I ignored her protest and slid two fingers inside, hooking them as I searched for her g-spot.

For several minutes I kissed her and probed her pussy, my fingertips rubbing the upper walls of the juicy passage. She stopped sobbing and her legs, which had been tense at first, were now spread wide. Her broad pelvis was rocking rhythmically in time with my thrusting fingers and her breath was gusting hotly into my mouth as we kissed.

"Oh..."

"What?"

"I hafta pee!"

"No you don't, you're going to cum."

"You're craz ... oh, my God!"

"What?"

"Cumming! I can't believe ... I'm fucking cumming!"

I let her finish and then kissed her again, and she fell into it with an enthusiasm I hadn't seen from her before. I broke off our kiss, and rose up to kneel between her open legs.

"How did..." Clorie began, but by this point I had no fear of refusal, and my rejuvenated cock replaced my fingers inside her steamy twat. 

Clorie looked up at me, her mouth open as if she was going to speak, but as I rammed the full length of my tool up into her hot passage, she uttered only a breathless grunt.

The second time was different than the first. Her broad hips rolled under mine as if she'd been fucking for years. Wet, squishy sounds emanated from her flooded channel while she sighed and moaned softly, her legs twining with mine, her pelvis straining upward as if seeking more. 

I know now that only the first couple of inches of a woman's cunt are truly sensitive, but many women really want deeper penetration. The forceful way that Clorie held me with her arms and legs showed that she wanted all I had and more.

She whimpered questioningly as I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over, bringing her over on top. Puppet like, Clorie allowed me to lift her upper body away from mine and position her astride my hips. My hands stroked her firm breasts and smooth flanks while I pumped up into her, and as she acclimated to this new position, she began fucking me with increasing urgency.

I opened my legs wider and her lush ass slid lower between them. She uttered a faint grunt as I felt the tip of my cock finally reach the bottom of her cunt and bump on her cervix. I slid my hand to her mons, found her clit with my finger. It had that slick, fat size that I was learning immediately precedes a woman's climax; and as I rubbed it, she ground against me, her soft, fat cunt lips surrounding the very base of my cock.

"Oh, Gawd! Oh, Gawd!" Clorie chanted as she rode me mindlessly. 

It was marvelous. Clorie was fucking me of her own volition with a passion and lust that I hadn't thought she had in her. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails digging in and, as I discovered after, left me bloody and sore.

"STILL ... CUMMING!" Clorie wailed, and drowned out the squeaky bedsprings.

I held her hips, moving her, masturbating myself with her spasming cunt as I felt the beginning of my own gigantic, gut-wrenching sex-sneeze. I'd already spouted gouts of cum into her juicy passage, but I had one more burst left in me and let it go.

Clorie slumped forward, her cheek resting on my chest, her cervix mashed against the knob of my still inflated cock.

We would fuck like rabbits over the next three days: on the boulders at the local park, in the same grassy glade in the woods where Karen and I had shared our first time, and when her house was empty, on her kitchen table, living room couch and of course all over her bedroom.

We lay on the bed, I think we both had the same thought in mind ... do it again as soon as I was able to produce and erection, but the bedroom door opened and another couple barged in, wanting to use the bed for similar purposes. 

Clorie panicked, covering her top with her hands and I gallantly saw to it that her pussy was shielded from view, while leaving my dick open to inspection should the female in question want a look at it. I had already learned that it pays to advertise, and thought that even if this one (whom I had never seen before) rejected me, she might just tell other girls ... and who knows?

"Give us a second or two, will you?" I said to the guy, Ronnie something ... a basketball player, who appeared to be stoned, for it was the girl leading him into the room with us.

"Yeah..." he mumbled and they stood off to one side while Clorie and I threw our bathing suits on and prepared to leave. The girl had Ronnie's suit down and was blowing him before we even closed the door.

As we passed the bathroom where I had screwed Alexis Silver earlier, I spied Chase Smathers, the wise ass senior on his knees vomiting into the toilet bowl. His erstwhile best buddy was laughing at him and pissing on his head. Chase non-the-wiser as he kept retching throughout.

"Gross!" Clorie spat out, pulling me away, and keeping me from intervening.

"Those guys are simply disgusting!"

"I have to agree with you, Clorie, they are disgusting."

"Will you take me home, Aubrey?"

"I don't have my car, but we can catch a bus if you want."

"Did you come with someone?" she asked.

"Yeah, Heather drove me. How did you get here?"

"I walked," she replied, and then giggled. "I live a block away."

"Well then, I'd be delighted to take you home. But I need to find the rest of my clothes first."

"Me too," she said and we set out in search of our tops and shorts which were mixed in a huge pile of clothing at the corner of the pool.

I had hoped to nail Clorie again at her house, but her parents were waiting on the front porch. Her dad didn't seem to happy to see me with his daughter, but her mother was pleased. She made that evident by introducing herself and her husband to me. A minute later I caught her checking me out while I was talking to Clorie's dad.

That night I got two calls. The first was from Heather. She wanted to know if I was mad at her for 'dumping' me for Paul. 

She seemed relieved when I told her I had found someone who wanted to fuck me at the party. She admitted that she had screwed Paul, but wanted me to know that I was "infinitely better" than he. I felt I could live with that, and made no mention of the fact that I had had two different girls, and didn't name either, leaving her a bit miffed.

"But I told you about Paul," she whined.

"And you know that I don't kiss and tell, Heather," I said in turn.

"You gonna call me?" she simpered.

"Probably, once I know Paul didn't give you anything."

"What!"

"You heard me."

"Is he infected?"

"I don't know. Did you use condoms?"

"Um..."

"Did you, or didn't you?"

"First time ... no," she admitted. "But the second time we did."

"Off to the doctor's with you," I said and laughed.

"You think he gave me something?"

"I don't know. You could only be pregnant."

"My Gawd! She said, simpering even more, and I found myself liking her a little less.

"Tell you what, Heather, I like fucking you and you like me doing it. Give me a call after the blood work comes back. But don't try bull-shitting me. I'll tell everyone you've got syphilis."

"You wouldn't!"

"Get tested!" I said and hung up.

The phone rang immediately. I thought Heather was calling me back and was sort of surly in replying.

It was Clorie. I apologized to her and told her that Heather had just called me and I thought it was her calling back.

She didn't say, but I detected a pleased feeling that I was being nasty to Heather.

We got around to talking dirty over the phone and before we were finished I had her fingering herself to a rousing orgasm.

We agreed to meet the next afternoon, a Sunday, and as I mentioned earlier, we got it on at the local park, where I introduced her to sixty-nine, a game she was pleased to learn and soon became quite proficient at.



Handsome Ch. 13



Chapter 13

Lynn

Nothing unusual happened over the next couple months. The cooler weather arrived, negating any further pool parties. However, rumors persisted that there would be a super party at someone's home — time and place to follow. Everyone was waiting for the announcement. In the meantime, wonder of wonders, I got my own car, a Mustang and I used it to wing around town, and that takes me to Lynn.

Lynn wasn't exactly a pretty girl, her eyes were kind of far apart, and her nose was too small while her mouth was rather wide. She had cut her hair short, and it made her ears look like they were sticking out. But her breasts were better than average and counted for a lot.

She told me the second time we went out that she had thought ... seriously thought that she was invisible, as no boys even looked at her. I knew this was her imagination talking, since I'd met her when I saw her walking along the avenue, and pulled over to ask if she wanted to go for a ride.

"Hey," I called out. She turned to see who had called out to her and stopped in her tracks to gawk at me.

"Want to go for a ride?"

"W-what," she stammered.

"C'mon, hop in. We'll ride around for a while. My name's Aubrey," I said and smiled.

"Y-yes ... I know who you are."

"What's your name?"

"Lynn," she said. "My name is Lynn."

"What year are you in?"

"Um, I'm a senior, like I'm in my second semester. I transferred over from Overhill Academy High. It's an aall girl's school."

"I nodded in understanding, hopped out of the car, and went around to the passenger side and opened the door for her.

Lynn got in and sat stiffly, keeping her eyes straight ahead.

'A virgin, ' I told myself, 'she has to be a virgin.'

"If you're not in a rush," I said, restarting the engine, "we could go for a ride to the park."

"Yeah okay," she answered, looking like she wished she'd worn something sexier to school that day.

I thought Lynn was too nervous and self-conscious to try anything, not even a kiss. So we drove around through the park and other parts of town for an hour or so, and then I asked her where she lived, and took her home.

I was about to write Lynn off, when on getting out of the car she leaned in the passenger window, and gave me her phone number.

"Call me?" she said so shyly that I found her irresistible.

"I will ... tonight. Will you answer?"

"Oh ... sure," she replied, and laughed inanely.

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The next afternoon in the park after kissing her several times she confessed that before I called she had stripped off her clothing and stood nude in front of her bedroom mirror.

I asked her if she had followed that by masturbating, and discovered that I had embarrassed her to the point that she was unable to respond. So I kissed her some more, and after she began to respond, I asked her again about masturbating. She nodded her head affirmatively, and I told her that I had jerked off thinking of her and her breasts.

"You did?" she declared, amazed that anyone would do that thinking of her.

"Of course, you have great breasts," I said, reaching out to brush a hand across her nipples.

"Don't!"

"Sorry," I said, and she seemed to relax.

""Let me see them," I said, persisting in my efforts at seduction.

"No. I'm not that kind of girl."

"What kind of girl is that?"

"You know ... the easy lay."

"I never thought of you as an easy lay," I said. "But you are showing a lot of skin, you know?" I was referring to the cleavage available today that hadn't been there the day before.

"You noticed!" she said, obviously pleased at my observation.

"Of course I noticed. That's why I asked if I could see them."

"Yes, well ... that's nice of you to notice, but I ... can't let you see them."

"Why not?"

"Because, nice girls don't do that."

"But they do. At least if asked nicely. Didn't I ask nicely?"

Thoroughly confused, Lynn said, "I don't think so."

"Oh, have you asked any of them?"

"No, but..."

I put my arm around her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Her heart was fluttering wildly.

"I'm about to kiss you. You don't object to that do you?"

"Um, no ... I..."

I kissed her and she melted in my arms. I licked her lower lip and felt her shudder.

I counted to three and sent my tongue into her mouth. Lynn moaned and pressed her breasts into my chest.

When the kiss ended, I told her that she was a great kisser.

"Really?"

"Oh, yes. You're a very exciting kisser. I could kiss you all day."

"Oh..." She closed her eyes and moved in expecting another kiss.

When I didn't kiss her immediately, her eyes opened and she asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said and kissed her. Her tongue entered my mouth and began an exploratory expedition. Knowing she was lost in the kiss, I settled a hand on one of her breasts and gave it a light squeeze.

She moaned appreciatively.

I rubbed her nipple through the bra and felt it rise, as she moaned again.

I sent my other hand under her skirt and caressed her upper thigh. Lynn kept the kiss going, but reached down and removed my hand from her leg ... but placed it on her other breast!

We continued kissing, even began swapping spit, while I opened each button of her blouse in turn, exposing her bra. Lynn moaned again, it sounded as if she wanted me to suck on her nipples and so I raised the bra over her breasts revealing them to my eyes for the first time. They were lovely, full-sized, with long-tipped nipples waiting to be played with.

I got to play with them, rubbing and pinching them for a couple minutes before Lynn got nervous and broke the kiss. She covered her breasts with the bra and then began buttoning her blouse.

"I ... I better get home," she stammered nervously.

I didn't argue with her. I felt that I should give her some time alone to think things over and see how our next "date" went.

I dropped her off at her door, gave her a quick kiss and told her, "Thanks, I had a great time."

"Me too," Lynn said. "I really enjoyed myself ... except for..."

"Oh, you enjoyed that too," I said.

She couldn't look me in the eye, but replied, "I guess I did at that. Night, Aubrey."

"Night, Lynn. I'll call you later."

"Oh, good," she said quickly. She gave me a lingering look, said, "Night then," and bounded into her house.

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When I called her late that night it was after I'd left Heather, who had given me a marvelous blowjob, and I was thoroughly sated.

"Hi," Lynn said on answering.

"Hi to you and those lovely boobs of yours," I answered.

"Oh, you're fresh. I should hang up right now."

"But you won't," I said, my smile evident to her over the phone.

"You were really, really nasty this afternoon," Lynn complained.

"No I wasn't."

'"Were too!"

"I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't wanted me too," I told her firmly, broaching no argument from her.

Sensing my mood, Lynn said, "You sound different."

"I got a marvelous blowjob after I let you off," I told her, just to shock her, and got the reaction I'd hoped for.

"You were with someone else after seeing me?"

"Yes, and she took me in her mouth and sucked me off."

"You ... you're horrid!"

"I'm telling the truth."

"I ... I know..." she said and I knew she was crying.

"It could have been you," I told her.

"I ... I don't do that..."

"That's not quite true. You haven't done it ... yet."

Her crying was audible over the phone as she said, "I've ... never done it."

"Yet," I said.

"I ... I wouldn't know how."

"I'm a good teacher," I said.

There was a long silence on the line.

Then I said, "Didn't you like it when I touched you?"

"Yes," she replied in a little girl's voice.

"Want me to do it again?"

"Yes..." again the tiny voice.

"Want me to rub between your legs?"

"Mmmm," she sighed.

"Put your hand there right now," I told her.

I heard a rustling sound, as if she were moving around on her bed.

"Okay."

"Imagine me sucking on those lovely boobs, and rubbing you between the legs."

"Mmmm."

"Getting wet?"

"Mmmm."

"How wet?"

"Very."

"Is this a bad time to talk?" I asked, wondering if either of her parents might wander into her room.

"No."

"Because I wouldn't want to have one of your parents pop into the room, you know, and find you..."

"They won't," she said quickly, revealing an impatience to get on with the game we were playing, wanting me to take her further.

"So, what are you wearing?"

"Just a T-shirt."

"And nothing else?"

She giggled. "Panties."

"Take them off."

"Really?"

"Yes, please take them off."

"They're off."

"Sniff them."

She giggled again, but I heard her exaggerated sniff.

"You're silly," she said and giggled.

"Rub your pussy."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Mmmm...'Kay," she murmured softly, and I knew she was jilling herself for me.

"Do you want to hear what I did after dropping you off?"

There was a prolonged silence on the line, and then in a voice that was almost shrill, Lynn said, "Yeah..."

"All the details?"

"Oh ... yeah..."

"You might get excited ... do you want me to excite you?"

Her response sounded like it was coming from further away, "Mmmm..."

"You'll get wet."

"Mmmm."

"It was an old girlfriend. No name, sorry. But she answered my call on the first ring and ten minutes later we were in the backseat kissing and grabbing each other."

"Mmmmm..."

"She was very horny, and took me out ... you know what I mean?"

"Mmmmm, cock ... she took out your cock."

"That's right!" I said surprised that she would respond that way.

"Are you fingering yourself?"

"Uh-huh."

"Are you getting close?"

"Mmmm, uh-huh."

"She slid down so that her face was at the level of my crotch and kissed it. I was rock hard. You know how big I get?"

Her response was a plaintive cry. "No..."

"Well, I get big. You can imagine how big it is, can't you?"

"Oh ... yes..."

"Her mouth closed down over the head of my cock. Her lips were sealed tight around it, and it felt heavenly."

"Mmmmm..."

"Then she began to suck."

"Oh!"

"What? What happened?"

"Cumming!"

"You're cumming?"

She didn't answer me.

"Lynn?"

"Lynn?"

"Huh?"

"Are you all right?"

"Uh-huh ... fine ... I just ... got myself off, that's all."

"Lynn, tomorrow I'm going to be the one gets you off."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. We'll do it missionary style, and you'll feel me on top of you. You'll spread your legs and I'll have you so wet that my big cock will just ease on into you. No pain, and all that good gain, Mmmm, sound good to you?"

"Mmmm..."

"We'll be like animals in heat; all over the back seat. Maybe even on the floor of the car."

"Oh, Gawd!"

"And I'll cum and cum, and you'll cum and cum. I'll bellow like a bull, and you'll lose your mind and scream and moan and tell me how much you love me.

"You do love me, don't you?"

"Oh ... yeah."

"Oh, yeah, what?"

"I love you, Aubrey!" she half-sobbed, half-whimpered.

"And you'll tell me how much you love fucking me."

"Mmmm ... I ... think..."

"What was that?"

"Cumming again ... haven't really stopped cumming. Never ... thought it ... could be like this."

"Lynn?"

"Huh?"

"Tomorrow ... don't wear any underwear."

"What?"

"No bra. No panties."

"Mmmm..."

"I've got to end the call. My mother's due to pop in on me," I said, although it wasn't true. I had Lynn where I wanted her and didn't want her thinking up an excuse to put off tomorrows backseat adventure.

"See how many more times you can make yourself cum. Sweet dreams, Lynn."

"Night, Aubrey ... I love you."

"I love you too, baby. Until tomorrow."

I hung up, knowing she would remain on the line all night if I stayed with her.

I thought about how many times she would get off after we'd talked. Maybe she'd tell me. Maybe not. But at any rate, tomorrow should be interesting.

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A funny thing happened to Lynn before we met the following day. I guess it was her hormones or something, because, well, she was a virgin, had little to no experience in making out, and well ... I'll try to tell it the way she told it to me later that night.

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Lynn was at home with a girl named Jenny-Mae Chandler; they were doing each other's nails.

Lynn paused. "You have a brother?"

"Yeah, I thought you knew."

Lynn shook her head. "How old is he?"

"He's nineteen. He plays basketball."

"Is he cute?"

Jenny-Mae shrugged. "He's my brother. Cute, I don't know, but hung, yes."

Lynn gave her a quizzical look. "He's hung? What does that mean?"

"It means he has a big dick," Jenny-Mae giggled.

Lynn blushed and looked away. Jenny-Mae watched her face. 

"Your nails are done. I'll brush your hair while we wait for them to dry. Turn around."

She set the nail polish on the table by the bed, and picked up the hair brush. Jenny-Mae scooted on the bed, turned her back to Lynn and sat with her legs crossed, her hands resting on her knees and her fingers spread wide.

Lynn was quiet while she brushed. Jenny-Mae was afraid she had said something to make her angry.

She tried to think of something else to talk about, and said, "I heard Mr. Perry has a big dick," and wondered why she'd brought that up.

Lynn gave her a look, and said, "Why are you talking about big dicks all of a sudden?"

"Do you think it's true?"

"I don't care about Mr. Perry's penis. Why are you so concerned about penises anyway?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe it's because you're going out on a date with Aubrey tonight."

"So?"

"So ... word is that he's really, really hung."

Lynn shivered, and then quickly blurted, "Jenny-Mae Chandler. You'd better stop that kind of talk."

"Will you tell me after you've seen it?"

"No!"

"Lynn, please!"

Lynn thought back to the night before and how many times she had brought herself off, thinking about how sexy Aubrey was.

She pondered Jenny-Mae's request about telling her about his penis when she'd had a chance to see it. "Well, maybe."

They laughed together and Lynn almost knocked over the nail polish, but caught it before it tipped and quickly put the cap on.

"Are you going to suck him off?"

"Jenny-Mae, you better cut that out!"

Lynn's face was bright red.

"You want to don't you?" she said gleefully, and then puffed out her cheeks.

"What?" Lynn said, wondering what her friend was doing.

"That's how you'll look after he shoots his stuff into your mouth. You won't know whether to spit or swallow."

Jenny-Mae puffed out her cheeks again, this time she made her eyes bulge too. They both laughed at her antics, and then Jenny-Mae sighed and her eyes turned up with a dreamy look. "I'd love to do it with a guy who had a really big thing, just once; just to see how it felt."

"Have you done it already?" Lynn asked.

"Oh ... yeah, I have."

"What was it like ... I mean, I haven't?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. I'm a virgin."

"Well ... I like the feel of the guy's cock in my mouth. It's hard to describe ... it's like really hard, yet silky soft at the same time. So warm ... and so many different textures, you know?"

Lynn nodded, urging her friend on.

"And it throbs ... kinda like a heart beat ... he called it pulsing ... maybe that's the same thing, I don't know. But I loved the feeling of power it gave me over him. I was definitely in control. Really, I was in control. And that's wild too. And just before they cum, you can sorta feel it swell up in your mouth. I know I wanna suck like crazy then, 'cause he's gonna cum. I wanna make him cum. Then he cums and it's ... kinda weird."

"Weird ... how?"

"Well, there's the taste. Sometimes I love it. Sometimes I hate it. I don't know why."

"I don't understand," Lynn said looking back over her shoulder.

"Well, one of the guys ... the first one. He tasted good, and I swallowed almost all of it. The other guy had a kinda bitter, salt-like taste. I spit him out. I only did him the one time."

"And the other guy? The first one?"

"Oh, I do him whenever, you know?"

"Would you ... show me how you do it?"

"Show you what?" Jenny-Mae asked, already knowing the answer.

"How to ... you know, give a blowjob?"

"What do you mean; you've never done it before?"

Jenny-Mae shrugged. "Well, I did, but I don't know if I did it very good."

Lynn laughed as her face turned red. "Jenny-Mae, guys don't care, trust me. As long as you put his dick in your mouth, he doesn't care how good it is."

Lynn covered her mouth with the back of her hand while she laughed.

Jenny-Mae only smiled.

Lynn stopped laughing.

"Ok, I'll show you. Turn around."

Jenny-Mae turned around and they faced each other with their legs crossed. Lynn raised the hairbrush, holding it by the bristle end. The handle end was a round shaft with a blunt end.

"Pretend this is a guy's cock," Jenny-Mae said. "You know what one looks like, right?"

Lynn giggled. "Sure. I'm not that dumb."

"Good. I hope you know what a cock looks like." She held the blunt end close to her mouth, her eyes on Lynn's. "First, you kiss it, then you lick it a few times," she said, then pressed her lips to the handle. Her tongue poked out and ran up and down the handle. "Then you just suck on it." She put the handle between her lips and slid it in and out of her mouth. "That's it," she said with a shrug. "Oh, and make sure you don't let your teeth touch the cock. Guys hate that."

"Okay," Lynn said with a nod of confidence she had yet to feel.

Jenny-Mae angled the brush toward her. "Now you try it."

Lynn licked her lips. "What do I do again?"

"Kiss it, and lick it like you really like it."

"Will I?"

Jenny-Mae grinned. "Ain't nothin' like it."

Lynn leaned forward and kissed the tip a few times. She stuck her tongue way out and ran it up the sides of the handle, just like Jenny-Mae had. She looked into Jenny-Mae's eyes. She had a smirk on her lips. Lynn put her hand around Jenny-Mae's hand, pulled the brush closer, and closed her mouth over the end of the handle.

"Are you sure you never did this?" Jenny-Mae said.

Lynn licked her lips and wiped her mouth.

"Of course not, that's why I'm asking you."

Jenny-Mae laughed. "What makes you think I'm good at giving head?"

"Well, you are, aren't you?"

Jenny-Mae's laughing stopped. "Yeah," she said somewhat reflectively, "So what?"

"So ... I want to be good at it, too," Lynn said, fingering the top edge of her sock.

"It's not so hard. I just showed you, and you did it."

"What about kissing?" Lynn asked.

"What about it?"

"Well, I want to be ready when I get to do it with a boy. I want to do it right. Could we practice on each other?"

Lynn watched Jenny-Mae's eyes, hoping she hadn't gone too far. Her friend didn't look upset, though. She was looking down at the bedspread, and her lips were curled up in a grin. Then she looked up, and her face was serious.

"Okay, it's easy. Mostly, you just let the boy do the kissing, and you sort of go along with it. I'll be the boy. You just close your eyes."

Lynn closed her eyes and leaned forward with her lips slightly parted. Her breath was shallow and weak, but her blood burned in her veins. The wait seemed like forever, until Jenny-Mae's lips touched hers, and lights flashed behind her closed eyes. Jenny-Mae pressed with more force. Lynn's lips yielded and Jenny-Mae's moist tongue pushed into her mouth.

Jenny-Mae's hand touched her cheek. Lynn tilted her head to the left and let Jenny-Mae's tongue push deeper into her mouth. Jenny-Mae's hands rested lightly on her shoulders. Jenny-Mae's lips moved down her cheek to her neck. Lynn gasped, and then moaned from deep within.




Handsome Ch. 13



"Was that good?" Jenny-Mae whispered.

Lynn sighed. "Yeah, that was good."

"You think you'll be ready when you do it with Aubrey?"

"I guess so. Yeah, maybe," Lynn said. She was spinning. She desperately wanted to feel Jenny-Mae's lips on her neck again.

On a hunch, Lynn tried to arouse her friend and asked, "Does your brother turn you on?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"I bet he thinks you're a turn-on," Lynn said. She put her hands on Jenny-Mae's chest and squeezed gently through her blouse. "You have nice boobs."

"Oh, Lynn, yours are bigger than mine," Jenny-Mae said with a soft sigh. Her eyes were half closed. The room was silent except for her breathing. The touch of Lynn's fingers made her skin tingle.

"You think so?" Lynn said, and in a movement that caught the two of them by surprise, she pulled her shirt up over her chest.

She wore a lacy, black bra that matched her panties. Her breasts were squeezed into it, stretching the delicate fabric. She unhooked the catch at the front, between her swollen, soft breasts and pulled the cups away, letting her breasts fall free. They bounced and shook. 

Jenny-Mae turned her head, pretending not to look, but looked anyway, out of the corner of her eye. Lynn cupped them in her hands.

"Do you think my nipples are ugly?" she said, rolling the soft, pink points in her thumb and forefinger.

"Lynn..." Jenny-Mae gasped as she stared at the exposed nipples. Jenny-Mae felt her mouth go dry. Suddenly the area between her legs gave a tingle and she felt the heat within her rising.

She squirmed around, trying to get comfortable, but couldn't. 

"No," she said, with a shake of her head. Her hair fell across her eyes and she brushed it behind her ears.

"C'mon, let me see yours," Lynn said.

"You ... you're the one ... not knowing what it's like. Why are you ... doing this?"

"C'mon," Lynn said teasingly, never taking her eyes off Jenny-Mae's.

Jenny-Mae hesitated, watching her, hoping her friend was only teasing her. Then she knew Lynn was deadly serious and wondering if she would regret what she was about to do, Jenny-Mae slowly unbuttoned the front of her blouse.

Lynn's eyes gave her eagerness away as Jenny-Mae untucked the blouse from her jeans. Both girls' hearts were pounding.

The corners of Lynn's mouth curled up. Jenny-Mae set her blouse neatly aside on the bed, reached behind herself and unfastened the clasp of the bra with her trembling hands. The bra fell from her shoulders and she set it on the bed with her blouse.

"They're nice," Lynn said, staring at her chest. "They're not so small." Her hands came up and touched Jenny-Mae's breasts. Jenny-Mae sucked in a breath. 

Lynn's fingers squeezed. "They're soft, like mine, but your nipples are prettier," Lynn said, rubbing them between her fingers.

Jenny-Mae bit her lower lip and moaned softly.

"We shouldn't..."

Lynn brushed her long, dark hair back over her shoulders and pushed her chest out, ignoring Jenny-Mae's weak protest.

"Feel mine. What do you think?"

Jenny-Mae placed her hands over Lynn's boobs and squeezed gently. Lynn's eyes closed.

"They feel soft. And they're bigger, too," Jenny-Mae said in a low, breathy voice.

Lynn smirked, then closed her eyes.

"What's funny?"

Lynn's eyes opened. "Jenny-Mae, you got a great body, believe me."

She touched one of Jenny-Mae's breasts. "Your tits are really great. Don't worry about it. I know for a fact that guys really dig a girl with tits like yours."

She climbed off the bed. Jenny-Mae cupped her own breasts in her hands, and they filled her small palms.

"You think so? They don't seem very big, not like yours," Jenny-Mae said. She watched Lynn's breasts jiggle as she pulled her shirt off over her head, and was reminded of her mother's.

"I said don't worry about it. Besides, yours will probably get bigger in a year or two. Mine grew early."

"I don't know what to do with them."

"The guys you gave the blowjobs too ... didn't they play with them?"

"No!"

"No?"

"I wouldn't let them. I was so embarrassed. That's why I took them in my mouth. I wanted to get it over with. Once they came, I didn't have to worry about them making fun of my small breasts."

"My God, it's like all they ever think about. I mean, Aubrey can't keep his hands off them. You know, he called me last night and it was so hot."

"Tell me!" Jenny-Mae exclaimed excitedly, and unconsciously let her right hand drop into her lap.

"All right," Lynn said as she unfastened the button and zipper of her shorts and peeked down into the recessed opening.

"My pussy is like, so wet."

"Lynn!"

Lynn wriggled out of her shorts and let them fall to the floor.

Not knowing what to do, Jenny-Mae said, "I like your underwear."

"You do? Thanks, Lynn said and turned her hips so as to model the panties. She ran her hands down over her sides. Her fingers brushed over the mound of her pussy.

"I'd like to know where I can get some like that," Jenny-Mae said. She watched Lynn's hand and was sure she could see the slit of her pussy lips under the panties.

Lynn opened the top drawer of her dresser. "You can try on some of mine. See if they fit."

Lynn turned around, holding up a light blue satin bra with lacy fringe. "What do you think?"

"It's beautiful."

"Try it on," Lynn said, and tossed it on the bed. "These go with it." She tossed a pair of matching panties to the bed.

"Can I?"

"Sure, why not?"

Jenny-Mae scooped them up, got off the bed, and started toward the door to change in the bathroom, but Lynn hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pushed them to her knees. Jenny-Mae suddenly couldn't move, and couldn't take her eyes off Lynn's backside. She was completely nude, except for her white socks, and was bent slightly at the waist, looking through the dresser drawer.

Jenny-Mae laid the lacy bra and panties back on the bed. She took off her jeans and the plain, white cotton panties. Just like Lynn, she was completely nude except for her socks.

"These are my favorites," Lynn said. She held up a pair of tiny red panties and poked her fingers through an opening in the crotch. "They got a slit in the middle."

"Oh, my Gawd! That's so sexy!"

Lynn held the lacy panties in front of her, covering herself down there.

"Should I wear these tonight when I meet Aubrey?"

"Yes! Then you don't have to take them off to get fucked."

"I am!" she croaked. "He told me so! He told me how and when he was going to do it."

"He did?" Jenny-Mae said, unbelievably.

"Yeah, on the phone ... last night."

Unable to imagine a boy telling her something so intimate, Jenny-Mae could only stand in front of Lynn with her jaw agape. Her head suddenly felt light. 

Lynn laughed. Jenny-Mae sat on the edge of the bed and squeezed her legs together.

"Look," Lynn said, pointing to Jenny-Mae's panties on the floor by her feet. In the center of the crotch was a large, wet stain. "I got you turned on, too. You must be really wet."

Jenny-Mae's legs parted and she looked down.

"I am," she said, and they both laughed.

Lynn slipped the red panties up her long legs and pulled them snug against her crotch. Jenny-Mae put on the lacy, light blue panties and bra, and stood up to model them for Lynn.

"What do you think?"

Lynn put her hands on her hips, cocking her head to one side, then the next. The straps of the red panties cut into her flesh and her hard nipples stood out at the tips of her bare breasts.

"You look hot," Lynn said. She adjusted the straps of the panties on Jenny-Mae's hips, pulling them higher, and molded her boobs in the cups of the bra. She held Jenny-Mae's hands in each of hers and backed away. She stretched her arms out, and smiled. "It looks really nice on you. I think that it looks better on you than on me."

She gazed deep into Jenny-Mae's eyes. The corners of her mouth curled up in a devious smirk.

"I'm gonna pretend that you are Aubrey, okay?"

"Um ... I don't..."

But Lynn leaned toward her, her head tilted to the side and her lips parted. Jenny-Mae sucked in a quick breath. Before she knew it, Lynn's soft lips were pressed against hers, working in gentle circles. Jenny-Mae opened her mouth and their tongues touched in the warm air between their mouths. Lynn's hands settled lightly on the curve of Jenny-Mae's waist and a couple of fingers on each hand slipped under the straps of the panties.

"They fit you," Lynn said with a soft smack of her lips. "You can keep them, if you like."

"Thanks," Jenny-Mae said her breath a whisper of excitement.

Lynn lay on the bed on her back with a deep sigh, her arms stretched over her head on the pillow. Jenny-Mae crawled on the bed beside her on her belly, propping her chin on the palms of her hands. Lynn's knees rubbed together.

Jenny-Mae touched Lynn's knee with the tip of her finger. She had beautifully tanned, smooth skin. Her own arms and legs were pale. Lynn's hand rested on her belly, just above the elastic band of her red panties. Her hips twisted and writhed. She moaned softly from her open mouth. Her long, firm legs fell apart to a narrow V shape.

"You thinking about tonight ... and Aubrey?"

"Yeah ... and I am like, really, really wet," Lynn said.

Her fingers moved over her mound and touched the moist lips of her pussy through the slit in the crotch. Jenny-Mae's eyes grew wide. Lynn's legs spread wider, and her thigh touched Jenny-Mae's arm. Her index finger and middle finger pushed between her pussy lips and rubbed softly. Lynn bit her lower lip and moaned out loud.

"Jesus!" Jenny-Mae said so low her voice was almost inaudible. "What the hell are we doing?" 

The tingling between Jenny-Mae's legs grew more intense. She squirmed, rubbing herself on the mattress while she watched Lynn's hand. Her hand squeezed Lynn's thigh. Lynn's hips rocked harder. Her fingers rubbed faster. Her whole body convulsed.

All at once, Lynn stopped with a heavy sigh. Her arms and legs fell limp.

"I need your help," Lynn said, panting. Her bare chest and thighs were covered with tiny drops of sweat. She raised her head.

"Why?" Jenny-Mae said, "Why me? Why not wait until tonight and then do him like crazy. Do everything with him. Rumor has it that he's had a few girls, and that he knows how to treat a girl."

"I can't do it."

"Can't do what?"

"Make myself cum. I need your help."

"You can't make yourself cum? You're full of it, Lynn. Really, you are full of it. You told me you couldn't stop coming last night."

"I ... I couldn't. But that ... was because of Aubrey. He ... he talked me through a couple and then ... afterward I was still so hot that his words kept coming back to me and that's how I managed to do it so many times."

Jenny-Mae sighed and quickly glanced down between Lynn's legs, then up at her eyes. "What do you want me to do?"

Lynn sat up, leaned back against the pillow, and spread her legs. "Touch me."

"What?" Jenny-Mae said and backed away.

"Come on, please, I need to cum. Give me your hand."

Jenny-Mae held out her hand. Lynn separated Jenny-Mae's fingers until just her middle finger stood up, and stuck it in her pussy.

"Oh, my Gawd," Jenny-Mae gasped. Her eyes bulged out as her finger disappeared inside Lynn. Her heat and wetness spread through her hand. She trembled as Lynn moved her finger up and down over her wet slit.

"Oh, God yes ... that feels so good," Lynn moaned, barely in a whisper. She squeezed Jenny-Mae's wrist, pumping her finger in and out of her cunt. "Keep doing it, just like that."

She released Jenny-Mae's wrist. Jenny-Mae could hardly breathe. Her eyes were glued to Lynn's pussy, where her shiny, wet middle finger slid in and out of her pussy.

"Use two fingers," Lynn said.

"Mmm yeah, that's good. Rub it faster, right there," Lynn said. Her eyes were closed. Her hands pushed down on the mattress by her hips.

"Like this?" Jenny-Mae asked.

"Mmm yeah, so good." Lynn reached over to the side table for the hairbrush and held it out for Jenny-Mae. "Here, fuck me with this."

Jenny-Mae turned it over in her hand. Lynn moved farther up the bed and spread her legs wide. "Uh-huh. I've done it before."

Jenny-Mae made an ugly face and held the brush out like a dead animal.

"Oh, gross. I just put this in my mouth."

"What's so gross about that?"

"You put it in your ... inside you."

Jenny-Mae's eyebrows arched. She remembered conversations about girls doing that to one another, but she had not entertained the idea herself.

"Believe me, Jenny-Mae; I've never been this hot before. I'd never ask ... if I didn't need to get off so bad. I'll even do you," she said, and flushed in embarrassment at having offered to relive her friend.

"I don't know..."

"Come on, put it in me. Don't keep me waiting," Lynn said anxiously as she spread her pussy lips between the split in the crotch of the red panties.

Jenny-Mae looked at Lynn's wet, pink opening, and at the rounded end of the brush handle. Lynn's tongue stuck out, running over her puffy lips, and her hips moved slowly side to side.

After a moment's hesitation, Jenny-Mae touched the tip of the handle to Lynn's moist, pink area.

"Oh yeah, push it," Lynn said with a soft moan.

Jenny-Mae pushed gently. Lynn's pussy seemed to open to accept the brush. She moaned again. Her butt rose off the bed.

"Oh, baby! Oh, baby!" Lynn groaned.

"Is that right?"

"Yes. Give me more."

Jenny-Mae pushed the handle deeper.

"More. Fuck me with it, baby," Lynn said.

Jenny-Mae pumped the brush slowly in and out, working it into Lynn's body an inch at a time, just the way she had used her mother's vibrator that one time.

Lynn's hips rose off the bed and churned in circles. Her left arm reached way over her head and clenched the edge of the mattress between the bed and the wall. Her breasts shook as her body rocked back and forth. With her right hand, she grabbed one of them and squeezed, pinching her nipple. She opened her eyes and looked at Jenny-Mae.

"You're doing it to me. I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Lynn cried out, breathing heavily.

"Ugh! Oh, God ... Oh, God!"

She bit her lower lip. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her body convulsed and thrashed on the bed. Jenny-Mae's mouth hung open. She couldn't take her eyes away. This was something she didn't want to miss.

Lynn's convulsions slowed and stopped completely. She lay limp, panting and sweating. Her breasts quivered with each deep breath. Her nipples were no longer hard points, but had become slack. 

Jenny-Mae continued to pump with the hairbrush, although Lynn stopped moving. Eventually, her eyes opened and she smiled again.

"You can take it out now," Lynn said. "You did it. You like, really made me cum."

"Did I?" Jenny-Mae said, somewhat disappointed now that it was over. She let go of the brush, but didn't know if she should take it out or leave it in.

"Thanks ... I really mean it, Jenny-Mae."

Jenny-Mae started to say something, but stopped. 

She looked at Lynn's hand, turning the brush between her legs. Her juices glistened on the brush and on her thighs. She looked at her hand. It was covered with her juices, too.

"Yeah, well, you're welcome ... I guess."

Lynn pulled the brush out with a wet popping sound.

"I'll clean this off and then I'll do you, okay?"

Jenny-Mae nodded, unable to speak.

"Or ... I could go down on you, you know? I've never done it ... but you were so sweet to me that I'd be happy to do it, you know?"

"You want to eat my pussy?"

"Yeah ... why not?"

The doorbell rang. Lynn sat up quickly, closing her legs. "Oh, shit. Who the hell is that?"

Jenny-Mae shrugged lethargically; already imagining Lynn's mouth on her sex.

Lynn jumped off the bed, and grabbed an oversize football jersey from the dresser drawer.

"You wait here. I'll get rid of whoever it is," Lynn said. She stepped through the door and pulled it shut.

Jenny-Mae held her breath, trying to hear through the door. She heard voices, but not clearly enough to understand what they were saying. They were quiet a long time, then the door opened and Lynn came back in. Her face was flushed. She leaned back against the door, looking around the room.

"I'm real sorry, Jenny-Mae. It's a friend of my mother's. She's going to wait for her. You'd better get dressed and leave. I ... I promise I'll make it up to you ... somehow."

"Yeah ... okay," Jenny-Mae replied, knowing that the opportunity had passed and would most likely not come again.

"Hey, good luck tonight," she said.

Lynn giggled and said, "Thanks ... say, would you like to go out with us some time?"

"You mean on a double date?"

"No ... I mean with me and Aubrey. I could ... you know ... have him do you and me."

"I ... I don't know, Lynn. Maybe ... but, let me think about it."

"Fine, but I'll mention it to him after we've done it a couple of times."

"Yeah ... whatever..."

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I met Lynn about two blocks from her house and we walked toward the park where I planned to make out with her before taking her back to my house. My mother was going out with her boyfriend, and we would have the house to ourselves to do whatever we wanted.

When we came to the playground, Lynn hopped on a swing, and I got behind her and gave her several pushes to get her going.

Actually, she didn't require any help from me, and after a minute or so passed, I moved out so as to face her.

She was wearing a dress that billowed in the breeze of the swings motion back and forth. I could swear that she parted her legs a couple times to present me with a view of her panties. Then, tiring of either the swing, or the teasing, Lynn brought the swing to a stop and gave me a hug after she hopped off. I changed my mind about making out in the park, or I should say, my dick changed my mind for me, and so I led her out of the park and we walked the eight blocks to my house.

Once inside, I had her sit on the living room sofa.

"No one will be home for hours, Lynn. Want a soda?"

"Got something stronger?"

"Vodka?"

"Okay, with some kind of mix, please?"

"You got it," I said and hurried to make her a vodka and tonic.

I made one for myself and joined her on the sofa.

"Last night, on the phone," I said.

"That was exciting..."

"Tell me about it," I said and let my hand drop to her thigh.

"Oh!" she said nothing else.

"Don't be nervous," I told her, "I'll stop if you say the word. We won't do anything you don't want to. Although you might find that you like a whole lot more than you realize."

Lynn snuggled against my chest for a moment, and I felt the steady beat of her heart. Then she tipped her head back; her glossy hair cascading down her back, and confessed, "You're all I've thought about since last night," her voice died away.

I bent my head closer to her left ear, nuzzled my nose against her earlobe, and gently licked her neck. 

Lynn shivered, and said, "That's very nice, Aubrey. How ... how did you know I'd like that?"

"After our talk last night," I said and paused, "I figured anything I did to you would please you."

"You're so forward," she said, trying to take control of the situation.

"Am I?"

She nodded. I waited until she finished and then kissed her neck. She trembled and I found the vein in her throat that shook and sucked it long and hard, knowing there would be a recognizable hickey there later.

"My God," she gasped even as I sucked on her throat. "Are you ... gonna do what you said ... last night?"

"I'm going to do more than that," I said, feeling the shivers rippling through her.

I breathed into her ear, "I'm going to put my dick into your pussy. You're a virgin, aren't you?"

"Yes..."

"Correction, you were a virgin. I'm going to stick my dick into that tight pussy and stretch you. You won't be so tight when we're finished with one another."




Handsome Ch. 13



"God ... you make me ... so hot!' she moaned.

"Kiss me, really kiss me, Lynn!"

We kissed and it was like a dam had burst as her mouth sealed tightly against mine. Her heated tongue beat mine to the center of our new universe. We were soon prone on the sofa, with me on top, grinding our pelvises against one another.

I ended the kiss and heard her faintly whisper, "I ... think I've ... melted."

"So, are you telling me you're all wet ... down there?"

"I'm flooded ... down there."

"I'm going to carry you to my bedroom."

"Oh..."

I picked her up and carried her to my room and placed her gently on her feet, and closed the door.

"Is someone else coming?" she asked, but not nervously.

"No, but I don't like surprises ... so, if my mother comes home early..."

"Oh, yeah ... good think..."

I backed her up against the door; both of my hands went into her thick hair and kissed her hungrily. I settled my full weight against her as she leaned back into the door, completely caught up in the heat and desire of my voracious mouth and tongue.

The hard bulge of my cock pressed into her Delta, and as I bent slightly to get a better angle and fit myself into her crotch. I began a thrusting rhythm with my hips, keeping pace with my tongue in her mouth.

Lynn was actually making snorting noises as she fought for air, not daring to remove her mouth from mine. The snorting soon changed to a sort of moaning, whimpering sound, and I knew there was no going back for her.

My left hand left her hair and moved to her rear end, cupping an ass cheek, she moaned. I squeezed the cheek. She moaned louder, and slammed her cunt against my dick. My hand pulled her ass cheeks slightly apart, and the feeling was sharply erotic. My other hand slid down her back and also cupped her ass.

"Oh, oh," she whimpered.

Both hands began massaging her ass cheeks, rotating them in opposite directions, as my dick nestled even deeper between her thighs.

"I feel..." she stammered, and I realized that Lynn was of a type that had to verbalize her feeling during sexual intercourse. I loved her all the more for this quirk.

" ... Like you're getting inside me ... right through my dress!"

"Hmmm," was all I gave her to work with.

She went on. "I feel ... so open ... so exposed..."

"But you love it, don't you?"

"Yes ... yes I do!"

"Tell me more," I said, hoping she would.

"I ... never thought of my heinie as an erotic zone before"

'Her heinie!' I thought, and fought to keep from laughing at her use of the word.

"I ... think I'm going to melt here in your arms."

"I can't think of a nicer place to have you melt, Lynn. You're beautiful and have the nicest, firmest ass I've ever squeezed."

"Oh..."

Clearly, Lynn was not used to compliments. I kept that in mind as we moved forward.

I slipped a hand under her dress.

No protest from Lynn.

She did gasp when she felt my hand on her thigh through her silky stocking.

"Your fingers are like fire ... burning me every place they touch," she gurgled happily.

Encouraged that she was indeed ready for the next stage, I sent a hand past the top of her thigh-high stockings, and around to her ass. As my palm moved over the material of her silk panties and followed the seam of her crotch to her pussy. She began to giggle.

"What?" I asked, puzzled.

"You'll see," she said and giggled some more.

Eventually I saw all right. She was wearing crotchless panties!

"Jesus, Lynn, you're drenched!"

"I told you!"

"I can't wait to feel your hot, wet pussy around my cock," I moaned into her neck.

"I wore them especially for you," she said, her voice husky and wanton.

"Thank you," I replied weakly.

She almost came when I gave her pussy hair a gentle tug. I know this because she told me so ... then and there.

"Finger me, baby! Please finger me!"

My index finger slid into her heated, creamy wetness.

"Ahhhh!" she sighed and relaxed in my arms.

I let my finger rest along her inner channel, and pressed upward. She cried out sharply, banging her head against the door. Her legs gave way, for a moment and I had to support her weight until she regained enough composure to support herself.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah ... I think so."

I shifted my weight and began to run the finger in her snatch back and forth, watching her face as the tip of my index finger bumped up against the kernel of her clit, and wiggled slightly.

Lynn began to chant breathlessly. Finally putting together a coherent sentence: "Oh, that feels so good!" and trailed off in a long moan, as I applied more pressure to her clitoris.

"What are ... you doing to me?"

"Playing with your clit," I told her as I covered her clit with the palm of my hand and pressed down on it.

Lynn jerked, and moaned again. I glanced down and saw that my fingers and part of my hand were drenched with her juices.

I withdrew the hand from under her skirt to a whimpering moan of loss from Lynn.

I held my hand up between us, and in 

the dim light of the bedside lamp we both saw how it glistened with her moisture. Lifting my finger up to my nose, I took in her scent.

Lynn blushed with shame and arousal.

"That makes me feel so hot," she gasped.

I caused her mouth to drop open when I stuck my index finger into my mouth and sucked upon it.

"Delicious," I told her.

"You ... you can do anything you want to me..."

"I know. And I will," I told her and I think she came a little at my words.

I took a step back and unzipped my slacks. The rasping sound sent shivers up Lynn's sensitive back.

"Take off your clothes. Leave the shoes and stockings on. I want to fuck you while you're wearing nothing but those stockings and high heels."

She began fumblingly to unzip her dress, all thumbs after the explosive passion of the last few minutes. I also undressed, stripping my shirt off, bending down with pants unzipped to take off his shoes; then pulling my slacks down both legs and kicking them away.

Meanwhile, Lynn finally got the dress off, and revealed a matching slip and bra in red silk and lace. The shadow of her black stockings showed through the slip.

"Keep going," I growled.

Lynn slid the slip down her hips, kicking it away as I had done with my slacks. Then she reached behind her to unhook the bra. At that moment, while her back was slightly arched and with her generous breasts thrusting forward, I reached out with both hands and rubbed rough thumbs against the silk covering her aching nipples.

"Ahhh!" she moaned violently and I knew I had sent a sensation right to her cunt.

Her nipples immediately erected, and I enclosed them between thumb and forefinger, then pinched and twisted her captive nipples.

Lynn's moans reverberated through the quiet of the house, as I slid my shorts down my thighs, bent over slightly and kicked them off.

When I straightened up, Lynn got her first look at my cock, and gasped.

"It's so big!"

"If you're thinking it won't fit into you, you're mistaken. It will go in so easily that you'll be amazed. I promise you that."

"Really?"

"Really."

Lynn sagged against the door on suddenly weak knees. Lynn looked over my shoulder at the bed, and then back at me. I caught her look.

"Oh, we'll get to the bed ... eventually. But this first time, we are going to fuck right here, standing up against the door. I can brace you against the door for a really deep fuck; you'll feel me right at the entrance to your womb. Before you get my cock, though, I'd like a taste of that sweet pussy."

"I can't believe..." she said, "that you're so confident. I never met a boy who talked like you do."

"How many boys have you talked to about sex?"

"Um ... none, I guess, but..."

"Girls ... you've talked with other girls, right?"

"Um ... yeah, but..."

"Tell me the truth, have you gone down on a girl?"

"No..."

"But?"

"Almost..."

"Almost? Almost what?"

"This afternoon ... I almost did."

"What happened?"

Lynn told me almost verbatim about her day with Jenny-Mae.

"So, and correct me if I'm wrong, Jenny-Mae wants to get laid while you watch?"

"Something like that."

"More details, please."

"I was going to go down on her ... but someone rang the doorbell and we panicked. I ... I told her that if you were good that I'd ask..."

"Ask me what?"

"If you'd be interested ... you know ... in having the both of us over to your house."

"I haven't even fucked you yet, and you're fixing me up with a friend?"

"I'm sorry," she said and started to cry.

"Stop it!" I said. "Stop it right now, or I'll take you the fuck home."

Lynn forced herself to stop and with a last sniffle, she looked at me and said, "Are we still on for the fucking?"

"We're still on," I said, and gave her my best smile as I knelt in front of her and helped her get rid of her crotchless panties. I used my hands to position her pelvis, and then massaged her ass cheeks in slow circles. Lynn was moaning continuously as I leaned forward, bracing myself with my hands on her ass, and then ... just smelled her ... for a few seconds.

"You're embarrassing me," Lynn complained.

I swatted her on the ass and she yelped in surprise.

"I'm savoring your essence," I told her.

"I know ... I know," she said quickly, "but I'm so horny ... are you gonna do it now?"

"What do you want me to do to you?"

"Everything ... I want ... your cock ... I want your mouth ... I want..."

I pried her thighs apart and leaned in and took a long lick up the juncture of her pussy.

Lynn whimpered, and shuddered. I repeated the move, this time adding pressure with the flat of my tongue.

"Oh, God ... Oh, God..."

The only thing holding her up were my hands spreading her legs. The heat and scent from her arousal was almost overpowering. I took a moment to study her cunt lips, or labia. They were engorged with her blood, much as my cock was when hard, and I was very hard at the moment, but I forced myself to concentrate on Lynn's pleasure for the moment.

I had my arm wrapped around her left leg, pushing my face into her crotch.

"Oh, Jesus ... you're eating me!" she panted, and I reacted by running my tongue up her slit and then penetrated her opening and sent my tongue into her licking and sucked enough to drive her wild and almost out of her mind.

Lynn seemed hung up on one solitary word as I worked on her pussy. "Oh!"

She repeated it over and over like a mantra, and when she finally stopped, I thought something was wrong.

"You have a lovely taste, Lynn. Did you know that?"

"Oh..."

"Your cunt is wide open now ... I bet I could get my fist in there."

"Oh..."

I must have been eating her out for ten minutes or so, when she whimpered, "I've got to lie down ... but don't stop eating me ... please don't!"

Ignoring her pleas, I half-carried, half-dragged her to the bed and she flopped back with legs akimbo. I stood in front of her and savored the sight of her scrumptious nude body; still clad in thigh-high, white stockings and heels.

Her nipples were now fully erect, and there was a slight flush on her chest.

She was breathing hard when I told her to spread her pussy apart for me. She complied without hesitation and I dipped a finger into and swirled it around, making her groan.

"Lick me! Lick me, please!"

Taking the finger out, I brought it to mouth. She accepted it immediately, sucking it clean of her juices.

"How do you taste?" I asked.

"Sweet..." she replied a moment later. "I wouldn't have thought so ... but it was sweet. Can I have another taste?"

"What's the magic word?"

"Oh ... please?"

I sent two fingers into her; made sure they were fully covered with her fluid and fed it to her hungry mouth.

"Mmmmm!"

"Are you going to eat Jenny-Mae while I watch?"

"Yes!"

I decided to test her. "Say it like you mean it!"

"I'm going to eat her snatch until you make me stop!" she barked out, her excitement at the prospect was undeniable.

I delved back into her sopped wet cunt and sucked away for several minutes. Eventually she hooked her legs over my arms and began to play with her nipples.

Then I decided to change things slightly, and slid two fingers into her, stopping only when my palm was pressed against her opening. Then I twisted the fingers, wriggling them around inside her.

"Oh ... Oh ... Oh..."

Then I attacked her clit.

"Oh ... please ... keep doing that!"

The small fleshy nub swelled up as her blood began to flow to her crotch. Her cunt lips became puffy against my chin, and I returned my attention to her clit. I licked her. I began to write the letters of the alphabet with my tongue against the tiny skin flap that gave her such pleasure. My tongue bounced every direction as I traced "A-B-C-D, E-F-G."

I thought of each letter as I carried on. I came up for air at "Q-R-S and again at "T-U-V," while she kept moaning and "Oohing."

Twenty minutes went by. My jaw ached, I had a crick in my neck, and my tongue was about worn out. Almost beside myself trying to get her off, I hooked the fingers in her cunt, trying to locate her G-spot. She let me know when I'd found it by screaming out her pleasure, and arching her back.

I backed off for a moment, forgot all about the alphabet, and started licking the top of her hole and her clit.

Lynn's thighs had been trembling while I worked her clit alphabetically, but now that I was also rubbing her G-spot, she screamed that she was coming; and almost bucked my face off of her. Her thighs closed down on my head, cutting off my breathing; but I managed to capture some air, and didn't panic as she fucked my face until her climax ended.

She lay there, covered with a cool, clammy sweat, eyes closed and trembling as the aftershocks raged through her body. I toyed with her breasts, not so as to titillate her, but to help her through the aftermath.

When Lynn was capable of speaking, she told me she loved me, would never, ever love anyone else. I whispered some words in her ear and hugged her to me.

Finally, she recovered sufficiently to tell me she had never felt like this before.

I had the effrontery to inform her that we hadn't even fucked, and she began to cry.

"What the fuck's wrong?" I asked.

"I can't believe that fucking is better than what just happened," she sobbed.

"Well ... it is," I said, wondering if that was really true after the cum she'd just had.

Eventually, she calmed down and after kissing me, made a face.

"What?"

"She smiled and said, "Your face ... it's covered with me."

"What?"

"Me ... my stuff ... my cunt juice."

It was my turn to utter the magic word — "Oh!"

We laughed and hugged each other until Lynn noticed my erection and took it in both her hands, squeezed it and then leaned close in order to further inspect it.

"I've never held one before," she said, seemingly awed by it.

"Go ahead and play with it," I said.

"But you need to cum, don't you?"

"I will ... eventually, but if it's your first have a good look at it."

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Lynn's hands gripped the shaft of my cock and held it, not moving up or down, but just holding it. Then her left hand moved to cup my balls, caressing them.

"I ... I never dreamed it would feel like this," she murmured. She smiled at me and I laughed.

I looked at her hand wrapped around my dick, stared at her bright red nails, felt her soft skin against the taut, drum-tight skin. I groaned as Lynn stroked my balls, her long red nails scraping the soft skin of my scrotum. I watched as her fingers danced along my cock tracing the veins, teasing me. Having her hand on my cock felt so good, for her touch was soft and gentle.

"Do you know how to jerk me off?" I asked.

"Tell me..."

"Just ... move your hand up and down."

Lynn's hand slowly started to slide up and down my erection. She was a natural. When she let go of my dick, I looked down and saw that she was sucking on her thumb; she saw me looking and gave me a wink. A second later, she had her hand wrapped tightly around my cock, with her thumb positioned over the shiny helmet of my knob. She ran the thumb around in the clear sticky pre-cum that was oozing from the tiny slit at the tip of my dick.

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

"No ... first time out," she replied and giggled. "But, I gotta say ... I like it a lot more than I thought I would." Her fingers had wrapped around my cock, and she was using her thumb to caress the wet tip of my cock. I was in heaven, at the same time her nails were driving me wild as they scratched on the tender under skin of my heavy ball sack.

"Well, keep doing what you're doing. It's great."

She brought her hands down around the shaft and pumped up and down. I spread my legs a bit. She reversed herself and began rubbing her palm on the purple head.

"Mmmmm," I moaned, and closed my eyes.

A moment later, I felt the unmistakable warmth of her mouth closing down over the head of my dick. She took as much of my length as she could, then moved her head around while still cupping my balls. She popped it from her mouth and kissed the head. She ran her tongue along the rock-hard shaft, and then I was in her moist, hot mouth again.

"I ... I'm gonna cum unless you stop a minute," I said, and took possession of my manhood from her.

"What..."

Instead of repeating myself, I rubbed the head of my cock along her slit and then pressed it into her clit.

"Ohhhh... "She moaned, seemingly dazed by my action. Then she surprised me, yelling, "No! I want to suck it!"

"Oh," I managed, and then, "Well, all right, go ahead."

Lynn moved her head down my chest until my cock was just barely touching her lips. She gently stroked my cock and stuck her tongue out so that the tip just touched the opening. She held my cock there and pumped me slowly, then started rolling her tongue around on the tip. She gripped my cock with her whole hand, and sped the stroking up slightly.

I groaned delightedly and unsuccessfully tried to hump her face.

Lynn slid her hand down to the base of my cock so she was cupping my balls, and took about half my cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down a few times and then suddenly slid all the way down to the base.

I was amazed that she could manage it, and told her so.

"I practiced all afternoon. First with a hairbrush, and then with my Mom's vibrator."

Taking me back into her mouth, she then paused and held her head still for a moment while she tugged at the loose skin at the base of my cock. I felt her swallow a couple times, then she pulled back slowly. My cock slid back up her throat, and she swirled her tongue around the head again. She did this again, and again. I figured I could probably die right then and there and have as good an exit as any man ever did.

Lynn pulled her head all the way back, and told me: "Your precum tastes so good. I want to taste you when you cum the first time. But if you'd rather cum on my face, that's okay too." She was smiling when she said it, a look that was made even more devilish by the little bit of saliva running down her chin.

She began talking to my cock, not to me, telling it how much she loved it, how much she wanted it in her mouth now, and later, much later she wanted it inside her pussy.

I groaned, hearing her talk this way.

"Oh, my lovely cock ... I don't know how I lived without having you to suck!"

I could only groan some more and warn her that I was close to coming.

"Umm, my licious cock..." she murmured, "I wish I could describe how much the sight of you turns me on."

I had never known a girl who acted this way before and have only met a couple others since, but I'll say it loud and clear ... hearing her talking like this would make me hard even if I had just finished coming seconds before. It was my multiple-time Viagra, years before that blue pill was developed.




Handsome Ch. 13



Lynn kept at it, telling it what she was going to do to it, "I'm gonna suck the snot out of you," she said, and I couldn't believe my ears.

She was fondling my testicles and saying, "I wanna lick those balls until you have to scream. And maybe ... just maybe, I'll lick your asshole."

Then she spit into the palms of her hands and made two fists over the head of my cock.

I watched in silent admiration. She was handling my dick better than I ever had.

Using the heel of her hand, she slid her hand down over the head. The other palm joined the first, and as one hand completed the journey to the base, it let go and started the process all over again. My nerve endings were ablaze.

When she spat into her palms again and moved to my balls I knew I'd be exploding in seconds and told her so.

"My face ... cum on my face," Lynn said excitedly.

I pried my cock away from her and as I finished jerking myself off, I aimed my cock at her face and let loose a torrent of cum that splattered over her hair, eyes and neck and chin. She had her mouth open and I laid my cock on her tongue so that the last remnants of my load ended up on the tongue and in her mouth.

She swallowed this happily and grinned up at me, her face liberally covered with my sperm.

"Wow!" she chirped gleefully. "Can we do that again?"

I glanced at my cock and found that it was still hard.

"Why not fuck first?'

"Okay ... let's fuck!' she said sounding like I had answered her most fervent prayer.

I positioned her on her back, legs wide apart and mounted her, pushing my dick in as I did so. There is nothing like the very first time one enters a cunt. You may wind up fucking that same cunt a thousand or more times, but that first time is the one that remains emblazoned in your memory. I suspect this holds true for the woman as well. Perhaps it's the initial anticipation, I don't know ... but that first time is not necessarily the best fuck you'll ever have together, but it will remain the most memorable.

I had a strange feeling as I entered Lynn, almost like when she was sucking me, but still different. I got the head in easily and met some resistance. I backed up, and thrust and her maidenhead popped.

She never made a sound. I put my hips to work, and she began to move with me.

She was so tight it was actually a little painful, but slowly her muscles began to relax and then work with my dick. I pulled her legs up against my chest, enjoying the taut muscles against my skin. I squeezed her ass, and she emitted a low, guttural growl of pleasure.

Of course I pursued this avenue even further, running a finger along the cleft of her ass to the very pucker itself.

"Oh ... you're soooo nasty!" she exclaimed.

I tickled her anus and she laughed loud and long, encouraging me to go even further ... and I did.

With my finger about a half inch into her anus, Lynn began to shout, "Finger me there! C'mon, stick it all the way in!"

I did, and she responded with, "I love it! I'm being fucked front and back. Wait 'til I tell Jenny-Mae!"

I slowed my pumping action down and worked the finger all the way into her ass. It had gotten tighter. Unperturbed, I worked a second finger in as Lynn applauded my action.

I increased the pace of my strokes; her head and mouth came up, looking for lips. Leaning forward, we enjoyed a passionate kiss, until she tore her tongue out of my mouth, and began thrashing about and I felt the warmth flowing from her pussy and knew she was coming hard. I left my dick ... still throbbing inside her, and hugged her to me until she calmed down.

"Can we do it again?" she asked a few minutes later.

I answered her by ramming into her as far as she could take it. Then I just had to change my position, and got off the bed and stood on the floor. I dragged Lynn to the side of the bed and stood between her legs. She quickly adapted, wrapping her legs around my waist as I pounded the meat into her. I couldn't believe the sensation. It was like my cock was swimming through some hot clinging liquid. I expect she had similar feelings as she couldn't shut up.

"Yes ... yes ... like that!"

"Like what I'm doing?" I asked.

"Mmmm ... Yeah! You know, I ... oh, that was out of sight! What did you just do?"

I'm trying to glide over your clit when I drive my cock into you. I must have hit pay dirt that time."

"You did! You did! And ... and ... and I wanted to tell you ... I thought ... I thought my first time would be traumatic."

"You did?"

"Yeah, but ... it's been wonderful. Keeps getting better."

"Tell me more."

"Yeah ... I just love the way it feels with my legs wrapped around you. It ... makes us one, you know?"

"Any more?"

"Christ, yes! I get these crazy sensations when your breath flows over my boobs ... And I feel so stretch ... I mean my pussy feels so stretched ... and my ass ... I loved those fingers in me. I really loved that ... Maybe we could do it in my ass sometime."

"Is that an invitation?"

"I dunno ... maybe. Let's wait and see."

"All right we'll do that," I said and began pumping faster.

"Oh..."

"Cum for me!" I said in a voice that was husky with lust.

"Oh ... I'm..."

Lynn was coming, and it felt like a dozen little hands jerking me off as her muscles seized my cock and milked it. How the hell could a just deflowered virgin manage that?"

We talked about it later, and she had no explanation for her actions and I took them to be involuntary on her part. But I told her to try that the next time we went at it, only to wait until she was about to get off before trying.

For the record, she did just that, and almost repeated the clenching. Perhaps she actually did, but there was nothing going to replace that first one in my mind.

Obviously I let go with a second load, this time I remained inside her and coated her vagina with my stuff. Lynn later commented that my doing so was extremely intense and triggered several additional orgasms.

We rested for a couple minutes and then I got up and got us a wash cloth and returned to the bed and cleaned her up. She insisted on cleaning my dick ... with her mouth.

After dropping the wash cloth in a clothes hamper, I got back into bed with her and we snuggled under the sheets until I heard my mother's car pulling into the driveway.

"Don't panic," I said. "My mother will be cool about us, but we should get dressed and not flaunt what we were doing."

The last was a hopeful signal to Lynn that she shouldn't act possessive toward me in front of my mother.

Okay," she replied. "I just hope that one day we can spend the night together ... just you and me."

"Not with Jenny-Mae? I said just to tease her.

She laughed, and said, "Well ... maybe ... maybe not."



Handsome Ch. 14



A week passed before I saw Lynn again. Of course we were in the middle of finals and that probably kept us from fucking on a daily basis; that and her period. At any rate, we took in a movie on a Friday night during which I fingered her to several rousing orgasms and she blew me as I lay sprawled in my seat in the fourth row of the balcony.

It was on the way home that she mentioned getting it on with Jenny-Mae.

"She really wants you to do her," Lynn said, waving her hands in the air to emphasize her point.

"She told you this?" I said, suspecting that Lynn wanted me to approach her friend.

"Yes. Yes. Oh, yes!" she replied, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

I had to laugh at her antics. "So, how did this come about?" I asked.

"I told her in detail what you did to me, and before I finished she was masturbating so hard I thought she'd rupture her pussy." She paused, and appeared to reflect on what she'd just said, and then asked me, "Can you do that?"

"What"

"Rupture your pussy."

"I suppose ... but not from masturbating. I mean ... if she shoved something huge in there ... maybe she could hurt herself, but I really don't know."

"Oh ... okay."

We walked another block. My car was being repaired, I'd blown a gasket racing some kid from the next town, and we had to walk three blocks to the bus stop.

"My mother is going to be out most of Sunday," I said.

"We could use your house?" Lynn said hopefully.

"Yeah, why not?" I said, ever hopeful of another threesome.

"That'd be great! I mean, everything I told her about you happened there. It would be like, déjà vu."

"Only now there'd be two," I said trying for a pun and falling short.

"I'll call her as soon as I get home," Lynn said.

We hopped in my car and I headed for the local lover's lane while Lynn reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. I found a secluded spot and parked. Lynn was in the backseat before I could unzip my fly.

She was wet and wild, and I slipped right into her love channel and whispered in her ear for her to practice some kegels. She had been practicing them at home since our first time together at my request. She was getting progressively better at it, and was soon milking my erection with gusto. I wanted to finish quickly, and began lifting her up, holding her waist to accomplish it.

"I'm there!" she gasped a few moments later, and I whispered, "Then cum for me!"

A second later I felt her body quiver as I unloaded a jet of sperm into her cunt.

I drove her home after a second quickie and as she began to walk away to her house, Lynn turned with a surprised look on her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Aubrey ... your stuff ... it seems to be running out of me and going down my leg. What'll I do?"

I handed her my handkerchief and shielded her from the view of anyone inside her house as best I could. She stuck the hanky under her skirt and wiped away at the jizm until satisfied that she could make it into her house without incident.

We kissed goodbye, and vowed to meet at my place on Sunday afternoon.

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Just after noon on Sunday, I saw Lynn and Jenny-Mae strolling up my street toward my house from my rocker on the front porch.

I greeted them with a large boner sticking out, straining against the material of my chinos. Even though she was whispering, I could clearly hear each and every word Lynn whispered to Jenny-Mae.

"Look at him! He's already hard ... and look, Jenny-Mae, see how big it is."

And Jenny-Mae replied, "I didn't believe you ... but now ... oh, Gawd ... it's huge!"

Up to then, I hadn't been sure just who Jenny-Mae was. Now I recognized her as a girl who had been in one of my freshman year classes for a day or two before changing to another class. Then of course, I'd had my accident and hadn't seen her since. She was very pretty, much more so than Lynn. But Lynn certainly had her beat in the breast department. Both had great legs and nice asses. I started to get anxious about how I was going to fuck them.

The way Jenny-Mae buoyantly skipped over to meet me said everything. Lynn had told her all, and she evidently wanted in on the action.

"Aubrey, this is Jenny-Mae," Lynn said, performing the introductions, Jenny, this is Aubrey."

Jenny-Mae's eyes went from mine directly to my erection. I made my dick lurch in my chinos, and she leaped back, then howled with laughter. 

Pointing at my dick, Jenny-Mae shrieked, "He made it jump! My Gawd, he made his thing jump!"

Laughing, Lynn planted a kiss on my mouth and after breaking it off, whispered in my ear, "Kiss her, Aubrey."

"Let's go inside, girls, and then I'll say hello ... really say hello, to Jenny-Mae, here."

The two girls hopped into the living room, and giggling, turned to face me.

"Come over here, Jenny-Mae," I said. She was nervous, to be sure, but she wanted it and made herself come close to me.

"I'm going to kiss you. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Um ... no, I don't think..."

I was kissing her before she'd finished her sentence. Jenny-Mae opened her mouth and pressed against my hardon at the same time. I knew then I would be screwing both their brains out.

I tongued her silly, eventually feeling her legs give way, and she would have collapsed had I not held her up until I was finished kissing her.

Leading her to the couch, I helped her sit and then sat down next to her, waving Lynn over to join us. Lynn, revealing her naiveté, started to scrunch in next to Jenny-Mae.

"No, sit next to me," I told her. She did, and I placed my hand on her thigh and gave it a squeeze.

"Now I'll kiss you," I told Lynn, and did. 

She tried to climb all over me. I allowed her to paw me some, but had to stop her before she clawed my cock out and made me cum before I was ready too.

"Easy, now," I said and gently pushed her away. I turned to Jenny-Mae and said, Lynn's told you what we've done hasn't she?"

Jenny-Mae nodded.

"And you want to do the same things with me?"

Another nod.

"Okay," I said, "I want you to take off all your clothes. Put them on the chair next to you."

She found enough voice to ask, "Now?"

"Yes, right now. But only if you want me to fuck you."

"Yeah ... I want that," she said softly, and raising her arms, pulled her top over her head. She was braless, and had a perfect pair of smallish breasts on her; although they couldn't compare with Lynn's bigger set.

Lynn got up and started to undress, but I held up a hand and she stopped.

"Sit down, please, Lynn," I said.

She sat back down next to me.

"Jenny-Mae, keep going."

She did, stepping out of her shorts and stood there posing in nothing but her lacy panties.

"Nice," I told her. "But I want you naked."

She lost the panties and presented me with a very hairy snatch and a little rose tattoo inches above her pubic hair line.

"That's a nice tattoo," I said, and she flushed.

"Are you wet?"

"Um, kinda."

"Show me."

"I ... I don't understand," she said.

Lynn giggled next to me. "He wants you to open it up for him. You know, like at the gynecologist's office, with the stirrups and all."

"Oh..." She did exactly that, spreading her legs, and then her labia, revealing the inner pink to me.

"I can see that you're wet," I told her, trying to make her a little more comfortable than she was. I took my boner out, and shook it in front of her.

"Ever touch a cock before?"

"Um ... I guess."

"You guess?"

"I mean ... uh, yeah."

"How many?"

"Do I count my baby brother?"

"No, I mean boys your age, or older."

"Um, two, maybe three."

"What did you do with them?"

"I ... Lynn, this is embarrassing."

Lynn was giggling harder now; and I repeated my question. "What did you do with them?"

"I ... gave two of them blowjobs."

"And the other?"

"I ... I jerked him off." She said with one hand over her pussy and the other across her breasts.

"Get dressed, you don't want to get laid," I said cruelly.

She began to cry. Lynn snapped, "What the fuck? Ain't you going to do her?"

"She doesn't want it," I said to Lynn.

"I do!" Jenny-Mae, sniffled, "but you..."

"Me what? All I asked you to do was strip and show me the pink.

"No..." she stammered, finding her self-respect or a degree of it anyway. "You ... You want to know how many penises' I've sucked. And ... I told you ... and ...."

"Shut up, and suck my dick!"

It was what she wanted to hear. She dropped to her knees and gobbled me into her mouth, sucking voraciously.

Turning to Lynn, I said, "She's done this before."

"I told you she had experience," Lynn replied.

Gently, I pried my dick from between her lips, and with my free hand under her chin, I urged her to stand up. When we were face to face, I kissed her, gently at first, and then with more passion. She responded by grinding her pussy into my groin as our tongues met and fought over the territory of our respective mouths.

I stopped kissing her, and sat down. She was about to sit on my lap, but I told her to just stand there. She gave me a puzzled look.

"I just want to look at your beautiful body. Isn't she gorgeous, Lynn?"

"Yes, she is," Lynn agreed.

I studied Jenny-Mae's still developing breasts, with their creamy brown nipples that balanced perfectly with her tiny waist, and heart-shaped ass.

"Is this what you came for?" I whispered into Jenny-Mae's ear.

"Mmmm..."

I stood up and circled her, winding up facing her ass. I pressed the head of my cock against the small of her back. Her body jerked. She may have thought I was going to fuck her ass. I don't know, but she was certainly surprised by my action. Then I realized she had never had a cock actually touch her. She may have blown some guys, but she had held them, they hadn't touched her anywhere, but her willing mouth.

"You're to do whatever I say, understand?"

"Yes, I do," she said nervously.

I rubbed my cock against her back again. This time she didn't flinch. "That's my cock you feel. Reach back and take hold of it."

She did, and gave me a pleasurable squeeze.

"That's right ... that's good," I said. "What do you think of it?"

"It's ... bigger than I..."

"And it's going into your tight little pussy. Maybe all of it's going to be crammed in there. What do you think about that?"

"Mmmmm..."

"Are you afraid?"

"A little ... but I want it ...."

I glanced over at Lynn. She had her right hand under her skirt; probably in her panties, fingering herself.

I began rubbing the upper side of my dick against Jenny-Mae's pussy. The pleasure was intense. 

Suddenly, Lynn was tapping my thigh.

"What?"

"If she can't take it, I will!"

"I'll get to you, but remember, you wanted me to fuck her."

Chagrined at my words, Lynn sat back down. I saw that her nipples had stiffened under her blouse. "Play with yourself," I told her, and she nodded once, then plucked at her left nipple and sent the other hand back under the skirt.

"Jenny-Mae," I said softly.

"Yes, Aubrey?"

"Blow me!" and I shoved her cute little head down planting her mouth on me. She started gingerly at first; a little surprised with my force, but got better and better, then even reached a hand up to massage my balls on her own initiative. Actually, she only managed to get half of my dick in her smallish mouth, and I thought, 'If her mouth is this tight, how great her pussy would feel.'

"Ugh!" I groaned with pleasure, as she hit an erotic spot I hadn't known was there.

"Do that again!' I gasped, and she promptly repeated the action until its pleasure-bearing paled.

I looked up from Jenny-Mae's lovely face wrapped around my dick to the equally lewd sight of Lynn with both hands vigorously working her pussy. I didn't recall ever seeing her nipples that elongated, and realized that she had been pulling on them, stretching them out. I had two nearly perfect females with me on the couch, and not for the first time did I thank my lucky stars.

I didn't want to cum right then, and so I pried my dick out of her vise-like lips and kissed her. Jenny-Mae was all for it, and returned my kiss with an aggressiveness that caught me off guard.

Eventually, I maneuvered the both of us back onto the couch, almost squashing poor Lynn who was kind of in her own world at the moment, grunting fiercely as she brought herself off.

Still kissing Jenny-Mae, I worked two fingers into her tight, but very wet, hairy cunt, and heard her growl with delight. I kept at it until she had a mini-orgasm and then turned my attention to Lynn, slapping her face with my hardon. She moaned happily and attempted to capture my cock in her mouth. I prevented her from doing it, and let her lick up and down its length while she cupped and fondled my balls.

"They're so soft!" she exclaimed; she'd said that before and I was getting used to it.

Jenny-Mae's hands replaced Lynn's as I kissed Lynn for a couple minutes.

After that, I decided to push the girls as far as I could. I had Lynn lay on her back, and positioned Jenny-Mae on top of her, chest to chest and face to face. The hard nipples of both girls stabbed into each other, and I could feel the heat growing between them.

I stood over them, pumping my cock, and imagined that they both were thinking, 'He's gonna do me now.'

"Join hands, girls," I said, wondering how far they'd go with me on this. Giggling, they clasped one another's hands and waited for my next instruction. "Jenny-Mae, I want you to lick Lynn's face and neck."

Still giggling, she began an exaggerating licking. Lynn closed her eyes, but giggled along with Jenny-Mae. "Now, kiss her. Be sure to use your tongue."

"Wha..." Lynn blurted, but Jenny-Mae was kissing her, and stopped Lynn from protesting, at least verbally. She was free, of course, to pull, or shove Jenny-Mae away. But didn't.

I counted to sixty. By then both girls were into the soul-kissing, their tongues so active that I could see them pushing the others cheeks out as they roamed wildly in each other's mouth.

All through the kissing I had been stroking myself, and as my balls began to tingle with that signal prefacing the unloading of my sacs, I gently pried the girls apart from their kisses and climbed onto the couch with them; squatting over their curious faces, and let my load blast into their suddenly shocked countenances.

I don't know how much I spurted, as I was lost in the throes of ecstasy. I do remember moving the head of my cock around to each girl's face, and even coming in their hair. Both Lynn and Jenny-Mae accepted this without complaint. The closest either came to rebelling was when Jenny-Mae rubbed her eye, obviously in some discomfort from the semen lodged on her pupil.

Satiated, for the moment, I helped both girls to their feet and herded them over to a long mirror, saying, "Behold the maidens coated with cum."

That got me a strange, somewhat bewildered look from both of them. 

"I thought..." Lynn began, but I interrupted her, saying, "That was kind of an initiation. I won't do it again unless you ask me too."

"Don't worry about that," Jenny-Mae said, "I won't."

Curiously, Lynn remained quiet, even though her hair was disheveled and she had large gobs of semen dripping down her bangs. She would not look me in the face, and kept rubbing at her nose to get the semen out.

"Okay, let's get you two cleaned up," I said and took them into the shower just off my bedroom. They got into the shower, and I handed them each a wash-cloth and told them to clean each other off.

This was, by design, a plan to get them used to touching each other and it seemed to work as they were soon giggling and cleaning the others genitals. And, when Jenny-Mae kissed Lynn without prompting, I knew I'd have them licking each other's pussy before the day was over.

Growing more and more into it, they began exploring the other's body. Lynn began kneading Jenny-Mae's ass, and Jenny-Mae sighed loudly and moved her crotch against Lynn's right thigh and ground her pussy into it.

Seeing that perfect heart shaped ass getting a squeezing restored me in record time, and I felt the beginnings of lust rising up again. And when Jenny-Mae's hand moved down between Lynn's legs, a high pitched whine issued from between their tightly sealed lips.

Holding myself in check, I continued to let them explore and titillate each other. Jenny-Mae had Lynn's ass spread apart and I saw the perfect little asshole as well as her pussy exposed for my viewing pleasure. Unable to resist any longer, I knelt down, and peeled Lynn's thigh from Jenny-Mae's pussy and then plunged my tongue into Jenny-Mae's sweet, wet cunt.

To placate Lynn, I began caressing her soapy, wet body, and then I pulled my tongue from Jenny-Mae's cunt and spit onto her asshole, and inserted my finger. A jerk and clenching showed her surprise, but she was too far gone to care. And when I attempted to do essentially the same to Lynn, I was stunned to discover that Jenny-Mae's fingers were already pumping in and out of her cunt.

So I reached under her, and twisted a finger in to Lynn's ass too. The vice-like tightness of their assholes inflamed me further, and I had to put my cock someplace.

Reaching out, I scooped the both of them up off the ground. I had two writhing young nymphs in my arms, and they continued their kissing and fingering one another ... what a memory!

I half-carried, half-stumbled my way back to the bedroom and deposited both on the bed; uncaring about the fact that the three of us were soaking wet. I arranged them to that they were lying on each other in the sixty-nine position, with Jenny-Mae on top, and told them to have at it. They made no protest, but didn't move until Jenny-Mae gave a tentative lick to Lynn's cunt. Lynn sighed, and did the same to Jenny-Mae. It was as if they had planned it beforehand, and maybe they had.

Lynn lay back, groaning as Jenny-Mae kissed and sucked at her genitals. Jenny-Mae surprised me by taking her pussy away from Lynn's searching mouth, and twisting so that she could cup one of Lynn's breasts, and then sucked hungrily on the nipple as her hands stroked and rubbed Lynn's hot flesh.

A deep moan came from Lynn's throat. She rested her legs over Jenny-Mae's back and raised her hips high off the pillows. Lynn sobbed as Jenny-Mae teased her for a minute. Her wet tongue flicked on both trembling inner thighs, her hands pulled back the flesh of Lynn's mound to expose her glistening pussy.

Jenny-Mae buried her face against Lynn's quivering sex, and probed her moist walls with her lashing tongue. I was stroking my dick, waiting for the right moment to stick it into the right orifice.

Jenny-Mae seized Lynn's swollen clit between her lips and began sucking fiercely.

It was as if an electric shock had torn through Lynn's body. Jenny-Mae devoured her greedily, giving Lynn a series of near mind-shattering thrills as she sucked gently one moment and savagely the next. I watched as she vibrated her tongue rapidly on the quivering stud with a delirious effect on the orgasming Lynn.

I sat back and watched as Lynn made several feeble attempts to reciprocate.

Jenny-Mae actually had slightly wider hips than Lynn, so I guessed I could penetrate her easier. After several minutes, I rose and moved behind Jenny-Mae. I rubbed her ass a few times, signaling her of my presence and perhaps my intentions. I rubbed the head of my dick against her pussy. She got the message and stopped tonguing Lynn.

Aiming my wet dick carefully, I placed it against her cunt and eased into her. Jenny-Mae moaned. Penetration was easier than expected. Evidently her maidenhead had ruptured some time before, and by this time she was well lubricated for me. I eased into her, and whispered for her to continue eating Lynn's pussy. She did so, and that got a loud, gratifying moan out of Lynn who I believe was still cumming.




Handsome Ch. 14



She grew tighter as I edged into her. To this day I don't think I've had as delicious a cunt as Jenny-Mae's. I went slowly, although I wanted to fuck her hard and fast. For her part, Jenny-Mae kept gnawing at Lynn's cunt, and was doing a good job of it, for every so often, Lynn would cry out, her pleasure unmistakable.

Have I mentioned Jenny-Mae's cunt, I mean, other than how tight it was? It was very hairy. The hair started as a thick patch above her pudenda. It was black and very thick, making it difficult to see the flesh of her mound. The outer lips were very thick and wide open. They were also covered with hair, but not nearly as thick as that on her mound. The hair was confined to the lips and did not extend down to her inner thighs. It did however extend into the crack of her ass completely burying her anus in a thick thatch of hair. Her inner lips were a bright crimson red; apparently all of the sexual activity had turned her on and brought a mammoth amount of blood to her pussy lips, which caused them to become distended. Her open lips gave me a great view of her completely lovely delicious pussy and her clitoris. Her clit was extended out of its little house, and I was surprised to find it at least a half an inch long; probably due to our sexual activities.

Bracing myself so that I didn't place all my weight on the girls, I kissed Jenny-Mae's neck and told her I was going to make her cum and cum and cum.

She shuddered, and I wondered if it was my words, or the fact that Lynn was now sucking on her clit as I stroked in and out of her cunt.

From off in a distance, or so it seemed at the time, I heard Lynn telling me to go faster. "She wants it harder and faster, Aubrey!"

I reacted by shifting position and almost bounced on Jenny-Mae's slight frame. Undoubtedly this caused the young girl some pain and discomfort. But there must have been a great deal of pleasure mixed in, for she never complained. A fierce smile appeared on her face, and she spoke for the first time since I entered her.

"Fuck yeah! I think..." But Lynn sealed her mouth, kissing her hard.

"Suck her tits, Lynn!" I called out, and I sat up, pulling Jenny-Mae onto my lap. Somehow my cock never left the comfort of her tight pussy, for which I think we were both grateful.

Jenny-Mae grasped Lynn by the hair as Lynn started sucking on her breasts.

The double attack seemed to awaken a further ecstasy in Jenny-Mae and she seemed to faint. But I kept slamming the meat to her, and Lynn never stopped chewing on her nipples.

When Jenny-Mae regained some semblance of awareness, I changed position again and began pumping her from the rear, letting her stand, leaning over the bed and clenching the sheets.

After sucking my middle finger, I plunged it into Jenny-Mae's ass just above my thrusting cock. Her whole midsection must have been unusually relaxed since it went in fairly easily. Fluttering it several time did the trick, and Jenny-Mae began bucking out of rhythm and hugged the kissing Lynn in a mad embrace.

"Oh!" she moaned and her legs lost their strength, and Lynn and I had to help her down to all fours as she had her first major orgasm.

"Oh ... Oh ... Oh!"

Jenny-Mae moaned, as I continued fucking her after her orgasm.

Lynn cradled her beautiful face in her hands, smiled and told her, "It's not over yet, Jenny-Mae."

Knowing I should bring Lynn into the scene, I said, "Lynn, lay down here under her. You can lick her and my balls."

With an eagerness that surprised me, she complied, going at my balls with frenzy; alternating that with an equal adroitness in licking my shaft and Jenny-Mae's cunt when possible.

And when Jenny-Mae shuddered to what had to be another rousing climax, I pulled out of her snatch and tendered my cock to Lynn's salivating mouth. She seized the knob between her wet lips and circled it with her tongue. She ran the tip of her tongue along the length of the shaft, and over my swollen scrotum. Obviously excited by the hot, fleshy maleness, she began kissing my prick greedily, using tiny flicks of her tongue that made me groan with bliss.

I heard Lynn groan, and opened my eyes to see what had caused it, thinking it was my cock. But I was wrong. It was Jenny-Mae, licking the sole of Lynn's right foot. And, as Jenny-Mae found her rhythm, she kissed and licked her way up Lynn's calf, paused momentarily, and then moved to her thighs, alternating there for some time as Lynn writhed beneath her.

I felt Lynn brace herself for the inevitable attack on her cunt. My cock slipped from her open mouth and flopped against my stomach. A moment later, Jenny-Mae moved up between Lynn's parted thighs. She began kissing the fringe of Lynn's public hair, then her stomach and inner thighs.

Lynn quivered and moaned.

Suddenly Jenny-Mae's tongue probed Lynn's cunt, found her swollen clit, and sucked on it. Lynn screamed in ecstasy at the electrifying sensation. It was almost more than poor Lynn could bear. She sobbed and jerked in a frantic rhythm, hugging Jenny-Mae's head tightly to her crotch, and bucked and twisted as she came in a fierce orgasm.

Jenny-Mae seemed relentless. Her hand caressed Lynn's wet thighs. Her tongue darted out to circle Lynn's genitals in a gesture of how strong her carnal desire for Lynn had become.

After Lynn came again, she began to plead for Jenny-Mae to stop.

I paced a hand on Jenny-Mae's shoulder, and when she looked at me through lust glazed eyes, waved her off her girlfriend.

"I need to rest for a few minutes," Lynn sputtered after Jenny-Mae rolled away. "You were good, fantastic in fact, but between you and Aubrey, I'm worn out."

"Well then," Jenny-Mae said softly, but with wantonness I'd never heard before, and took the others hand and placed it on her own cunt, "I'm ready for you to return the favor."

Glancing fearfully at me, Lynn nodded her willingness to proceed.

"We're all friends," I said. "What happens here stays here."

Lynn gave me a grateful smile, and placed Jenny-Mae on her back, then sat astride her hips. Bringing herself into contact with Jenny-Mae, she began to writhe back and forth as she rubbed Jenny-Mae's shoulders and silken breasts. Pinching the nipples, she stroked all over her soft stomach.

Jenny-Mae trembled with desire as Lynn aroused her with a combination of soft, caressing hands and her moistened pussy. She covered every inch of Jenny-Mae's naked body, giving her thrill after thrill, culminating with the insertion of two wet fingers into her already steaming pussy.

"I can't wait any longer!" Jenny-Mae gasped. I provided two pillows for her to lean back against, and she sat back against them and spread her thighs as wide as she could.

Lynn lay on her stomach between Jenny-Mae's parted legs, facing her hairy valley. Her hands eagerly clutched Jenny-Mae's buttocks. She traced the outline of Jenny-Mae's nether lips with the tip of her tongue, felt her shudder, and sank her nails into Jenny-Mae's shoulders.

Lynn plunged her tongue deeply into Jenny-Mae's burning pussy, moaning happily as the wet essence covered her mouth and tongue. She was only dimly aware that I was mounting her from behind. I leaned over her back, my hands squeezing her breasts as I made a tentative probe of her pussy with my hard dick.

I sank into her molten cunt with almost no resistance. She all but ignored me, preferring to concentrate all her effort on wringing an orgasm out of Jenny-Mae.

She probed the quivering walls of Jenny-Mae's pussy with her tongue, then lavished a frantic suction upon Jenny-Mae's clit.

Moments later, Jenny-Mae started to cum. She kept doing so for the next five minutes and then collapsed, passing out as I continued fucking Lynn to several mini-orgasms.

Finally sated, Lynn said, "Let Jenny-Mae take you the rest of the way."

I pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed. Lynn took over, directing Jenny-Mae to get on my lap, with her back to me.

"Aren't you going to finish fucking him?" Jenny-Mae asked, even as she started to climb onto my lap.

"Don't worry," Lynn chuckled. "I'm not through yet. But I want to watch this first. Go ahead."

Jenny-Mae lowered herself cautiously on my lap, holding onto my thighs for support. Lynn watched avidly, her nice tits heaving. Jenny-Mae grasped my dick just behind the head and moistened the throbbing head on the lips of her pussy, then shoved it in a mere inch. She hissed with pleasure as the thick shaft pressed against her burning pussy walls.

She stared between her legs, lowering herself slowly, biting her lips and groaning with joy. My massive pole filled her, but she kept sinking down until she was resting pelvis to pelvis with me.

Instinctively, she flexed her pussy muscles, and I gasped. "What? How?" I said as my arms circled her waist. Then my hands went up to gently squeeze her breasts, stroking her taunt nipples.

Savoring every delicious moment, Jenny-Mae began to slide her pussy up and down my pulsing prick.

"Wriggle your ass," Lynn cooed in her ear, and she did, using a soft, squiring motion, Jenny-Mae sent hot ripples of bliss through both our loins.

"How does it feel?" Lynn asked, kneeling before the two of us. Her face was contorted with excitement as she watched. "Tell me, Jenny-Mae, don't you just love his big cock?"

"Oh yes, oh yes!" she hissed through tightly clenched teeth.

Lynn gave a lewd laugh. "I didn't tell you how sore he made me. But that's because it felt so fucking good ... even when I could hardly walk."

Jenny-Mae slid down heavily. "He ... he makes me feel ... like I'm gonna burst apart!"

Lynn was laughing and shivering, hugging her swollen breasts.

"I'm gonna cum, Jenny-Mae!" I announced. She grunted, and raised her ass high, hovering for a moment before lunging down with all her might. I came, spewing a torrent of cum against the walls of her cunt.

She clamped her pussy muscles violently, groaning and tugging at Lynn's hair to vent her delirious excitement. For several minutes, Jenny-Mae's hot, damp body twitched and jerked. Finally, she fell back against my chest, trembling.

"God, I've never ... is it always that good?"

A glow of deep contentment welled up in Jenny-Mae. "The two of you make quite a team."

"Umm, not bad for your first time," Lynn giggled.

I was still hard, and so I pumped into Jenny-Mae a few more times and she began lunging up to meet me to get more of my slippery prick.

Jenny-Mae was cumming when I lifted her off of me, and rolled off the bed. Lynn promptly gripped Jenny-Mae's writhing ass and filed her mouth with my recent ejaculate and Jenny-Mae's own sweet nectar, quickly losing herself in a dreamy haze that knew no end...

Then, for no reason, her hunger went berserk.

She pressed her face tightly to Jenny-Mae's hot, wet cleft. She vibrated her tongue in frenzy, ignoring Jenny-Mae's petulant cries. Lynn appeared electrified by Jenny-Mae's succulent flesh. She used her lips to suck wildly as her tongue lashed. Soon her nails were raking into Jenny-Mae's back; and both began screaming in painful ecstasy.

Lynn's hunger evaporated as quickly as it appeared. She released Jenny-Mae and sat up, stretching languorously.

"Talk about insatiable!" gasped Lynn. She took a deep breath and shuddered. "I think it's time for all of us to take another shower."

Lynn casually grasped my semi-erect dick on the way to the bathroom, hefting it in her palm. It quickly swelled again, and Lynn announced that she might just suck me off then and there.

"Let's shower first," I said tugging my hardon from her grip.

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That was about it for that semester at school. Oh, Lynn and Jenny-Mae and I got it on fairly often after that. And, of course, with my able assistance, Jenny-Mae got herself pregnant. I got the money, and Lynn took her to a clinic where she had her abortion. I used a rubber from then on, without exception.

We kind of drifted apart after that. The only other noteworthy item worth mentioning was my performance in the Nutcracker during the Christmas Holidays. 

My dancing wasn't anything to write home about, but, did I mention there were several performances? Well, during the third performance, held on a Sunday afternoon, and before a packed house of some 1500 parents and friends, most of whom were female,I found myself in agony from the codpiece I wore under my tights. I ran to the dressing room and lowered the tights and saw that my groin was almost raw from the edge of the codpiece rubbing against the skin in that area. 

I did what anyone would do. I plucked the codpiece out and looked for a suitable replacement. Unfortunately time was limited and I didn't find one. I pulled the tights back up and went back out to finish the act.

Then, in the tenth minute of act 2, Cynthia Armonte either accidentally or intentionally brushed against my dick. The contact caused me to get an erection. 

The rest is history. 

While I have since encountered many guys with larger penises than my own, I still possess a fairly large member. At the time I was slightly more than 8" in length and rather thick handled. Personally, I think that my erection, confined within the tights was somewhat magnified, um, insofar as the audience was concerned. 

At any rate some members of the audience gasped. Some laughed. None left the auditorium. But I would be remembered, for better or worse, I was definitely remembered.

In fact I was ... I want to be sure to use the right word for what happened ... I was accosted, yes accosted by the one responsible for it all: fellow dancer, Cynthia Armonte, a senior at St. Anthony's High School who snuck into my dressing room - more closet than dressing room in my opinion, and while I was sitting down, threw her leg over my head as the first step in climbing onto me.

"I want you!" she moaned. I had heard from others that she was still a virgin, but her actions certainly contradicted the rumors. I found it hard to resist pulling aside the wet crotch panel of her leotard and sucking on her smooth cunt lips, and did so, leaving her perfect skin bruised wherever I squeezed her. 

I ran my fingertips along her lean, silky thigh that was wrapped about my neck. She sighed, and the shelf of her ribs appeared and disappeared as she took deep breaths. With the briefest touches her nipples hardened. She bit her lower lip, which was already swollen and nearly bleeding with anxiety.

Feeling she'd left me no choice, I began licking the sweat off her uplifted thigh and the little crease of sweat on her leotard over her pussy as she moaned softly, lost in her own world, her face glowing.

I thought about sucking on her small, firm tits and teasing the nipples with my teeth. Aunt Nicole had taught me a highly aroused woman loved that treatment. Cynthia was certainly highly aroused, what else explained her virtual attack on me?

I guess I sighed, and she lowered her leg from my neck and rubbed her mound erotically.

"Please, Aubrey, don't keep me waiting... I need you in me."

Her fingers had pried her leotard to one side and the cleft of her pussy was clearly visible. I leaned down until my face was just inches from pussy and hooked a finger through the wet gusset of the leotard, pulling on it until her cunt was fully exposed. Her lips curled into an O as I brushed her hard, hot clit with my knuckle.

"Huh!" she'd exclaimed as the sensations spread throughout her body.

Carefully, I lowered her to the floor.

"What are you doing?" 

"Bend your elbows; put your palms on the floor. We don't have much room in here and I don't want you hitting the door or walls and draw unwanted attention to us."

"Oh... sure," she replied coherent for the first time since entering my dressing room.

"You can rest your cheek on the floor so the blood doesn't rush to your head."

I smacked her ass hard enough for her to grunt into the floor.

"Wrap those legs around me!"

My busy hands caressed the insides of her thighs then pulled at her leotard to get a better look at her pussy. 

"Tighter!" I whispered harshly. She whimpered and obeyed. I pinched the labia close to her clit and then stroked her until I felt her thighs weakening in their hold on me.

"I didn't...I didn't think it would be like this," she gasped.

"Normally it isn't, but I'm different than most. 

Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Huh?"

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, yeah ... yeah, OH YEAH!"

"Can you smell yourself?"

I smell? You're saying I smell?" she was devastated thinking her body parts had betrayed her.

"No, no. You have a lovely smell, Cynthia. A heavenly scent that has me so fucking hot you wouldn't believe."

"Oh God," she whispered reverently at my seductive words.

"I grabbed her cheeks firmly with both hands and slowly licked the hot flesh of her ass. I felt her clit throb when I glanced against it. 

"You are so wet for me, Cynthia."

"Am I?"

The poor thing didn't know what was happening. Her plan to seduce me had turned against her. Not that it was a bad thing, but it did leave her in a confused state.

"Will you make me cum?"

"Yes, I'll make you cum."

"When?"

"Soon enough, Cynthia."

"You can do whatever you want," she said, and moaned as I slid my fingers between the swollen lips of her cunt and pinched them.

"OH GOD! OH GOD!"

I gave her pussy a sharp slap.

"OH, OH, OH, OH!" she groaned as her face slid on the wooden floor.

"I had my dick out and aligned it with her vertical slit. One little thrust and I was in, my cock parting her pussy lips like Moses did the Red Sea.

In her eagerness to consummate the act, Cynthia tried to grind on me, but I slapped her ass and then held her hips firmly as I worked my cock deeper.

"OH, OH, OH, OH! You're in me!"

"Hold still!" I barked hoarsely, and slid my dick in and out of her at a faster pace. The crown of my cock caught deliciously on her throbbing cunt, then at her clit. Her pussy lips turned a darker shade of rose with arousal. I thumbed her ass cheeks, then spread them further apart and saw her winking at me. I was tempted to stick my dick in there, but knew it would be painful and some passersby might hear and decide to look in on us.

I contented myself with working a finger into her as I slowly slammed in and out of her sodden cunt. 

She accepted it without comment. Moments later, my balls tightened and my pulse quickened. I was about to explode and whispered, "I'm gonna cum, Cyn ... I'm gonna cum in you!"

She didn't hear me, or maybe she couldn't talk, but she was cumming herself; and big time.

Trying to make it even more meaningful for her, (and thinking of all the other dancers that she might tell about us) I tried to glide against her clit on each stroke.

I believe it helped her orgasm that much more powerful than it would have been. But that's probably just wishful thinking. (Note: Cynthia was the only member of the dance group that I nailed. I quit dancing soon after, and was as you'll soon see, quite busy with a different category of women.)

Cynthia and I were both bruised from the contortions we'd had to use to accomplish our fuck. We struggled to our feet, dusted one another off, before we kissed and parted. 

We never got it on again, but I did receive an invitation to her wedding two years later, but regrettably, couldn't make it.

I believe my last words to her were: "Sorry about the mess," as I wiped my sperm from her thigh with a Kleenex she provided.

The phone didn't stop ringing for the next few days. My mother understood the reason for the calls and took pity on me. When I ventured out over the next two weeks of the holiday, strange women -- adults all -- on the street, or in a grocery store, or at the mall, would greet me with a smile. 



More than a few murmured something suggestive to me. After a while, if I found them attractive, I'd smile back, and through one device or another, they would let me know how to find them later on. What follows are examples of such encounters.




Handsome Ch. 14



It was a very Happy New Year.



Handsome Ch. 15



Chapter 15

The Married Women

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Marion Slade

The first woman to actually contact me as a result of my ... what else can I call it but an exhibition ... was Marion Slade. Mrs. Slade was a recent divorcee, whose thirteen year old daughter, Evelyn was a member of my dance class.

Mrs. Slade inveigled a means of getting me to her home after a winter storm dumped five inches of snow on the ground. She called and asked my mother if I would clear her drive for twenty dollars, and my mom promptly volunteered me. 

"You're only playing video games," she said. "You can make some money, good money, and who knows; maybe her neighbor will ask you to do theirs as well."

So I dressed comfortably, and carrying my snow shovel, I walked the three blocks to Mrs. Slade's home. I was startled to find that the drive had already been cleared of all the snow, and timidly knocked on the door.

Admittedly, I was confused, and also concerned about having lost out on the twenty dollars.

Mrs. Slade opened the door wearing a thick terry-cloth robe and a wide smile.

"Hello, Aubrey!" she said greeting my warmly.

"Please, do come in." That said she ushered me inside, not letting me stop to remove my galoshes, or parka.

"Sit down. I have some hot chocolate on, want a cup?"

I nodded as I sat and she hurried off to the kitchen and quickly returned carrying a huge mug, filled to the brim with hot chocolate.

Taking a sip, I nodded and said, "It's really good."

"I shoveled the drive myself, Aubrey. I apologize." She ran a hand through her luxurious red hair and added, "I've just finished taking a shower, please excuse my just wearing this old robe."

Somehow I understood this to mean that she was naked under the robe, and the first glimmer of suspicion entered my mind. Still, the hot chocolate, hit the spot, and I had an idea that I would still get my money, one way or the other.

I took another large slug of the hot chocolate and watched her turn and walk to the kitchen, quickly returning with a bottle of wine and two short-stemmed wine glasses. She placed them on a coffee table and then settled down onto the sofa as only a woman can, folding her long legs beneath her as she met my eyes and held them.

Mrs. Slade wet her lips and said, "I saw your performance in the Nutcracker, and I must tell you that you were incredible."

"Thank you," I said, "but..."

"Oh, no buts," she said interrupting me. "I especially enjoyed the later acts where you performed, um, how shall I put it...?"

"Sans codpiece?" I offered.

"Yes, exactly," she said flashing a great deal of leg as she crossed them.

I finished the last of my hot chocolate and placed the mug down next to the bottle of wine.

"Where's Evelyn?" I asked to make conversation.

"At my sister's," she replied. And a moment later added, "It's an overnight visit.

"And Mr. Slade?" I added.

"We're divorced, Aubrey. It's been a terrible ordeal for both Evelyn and me, just terrible."

She recrossed her legs, and this time I thought I caught a glimpse of pubic hair. Of course I began to get hard.

"You look like you have a chill," she said. "Why don't you come over here? It's closer to the fire, and do have some wine to warm you up."

"I ... I'm not supposed to..."

"Nonsense, its cold out, Aubrey, the wine will heat you up."

I plopped on the sofa, joining her, and she waited a few seconds before moving closer.

Mrs. Slade leaned over to pour me some white wine, and in the process, exposed almost all of her left breast. I tried not to react, but like most women, she was conscious of every movement on her part. It was a carefully staged act for my benefit. Even at my age, I recognized it for what it was -- an attempt to seduce me.

After filling my glass to the brim (hers was only half full) she said genially, "A toast! Let us toast to not having to shovel any more damned snow today!"

I raised my glass and touched it to hers and we both took a sip.

"So, you didn't need to clear your drive," I began.

She shook her bountiful main of red hair and took a swallow of her wine before answering. "No, I didn't. I need you for something else, and I think you know what that might be."

"Um, would it be all right if I took off my galoshes and parka?"

"Of course, dear, I want you to be comfortable."

I stood up and removed the parka, sat down and slowly tugged off the galoshes; while Mrs. Slade watched my every movement.

"That's a very nice robe you're wearing, Mrs. Slade," I said.

"Please, call me Marion."

"Marion," I said, as if tasting the name.

"I like the way you say my name," she said with a bright smile. "It's from Victoria's Secret."

"Your secret is safe with me," I said, going for broke.

She laughed delightedly. "You're so much better than I'd hoped," she said.

"Really?" I said, seeking more complements from her.

"Aubrey, don't you know it's the man who is supposed to compliment the woman?"

"I nodded, and said, "If you'd only take off that robe I could complement every little part of you."

Without taking her eyes from mine, Mrs. Slade put down her wine glass, took mine from my hand and placed it beside hers, and leaned in to kiss me.

It was a quick kiss, and then she pulled back a few inches to look for my approval. My right hand reached out and became tangled in her mane of red hair as I fumbled the move to pull her in for another kiss.

Mrs. Slade was not above helping a guy in need out, and made it happen, answering any lingering questions I may have had. This time we experimented with our tongues, tasting and stroking.

"You have some experience at this," she said when we came up for air.

"Some," I conceded, and proceeded to do my thing, nuzzling along her left cheek to her jaw line, and from there to her neck. She had a delightful perfume there, and I lost myself in the marvelous scent, nipping little kisses everywhere I ventured.

When my right hand drifted inside the robe, she moaned in anticipation of what would follow. I kissed her a split second before my palm caressed her breast, causing her to moan delightedly.

A moment later, her hand had dropped to my erection and gave it a squeeze.

She tore her mouth away from mine and gurgled, "It's even bigger than I thought."

I gave her turgid nipple a light pinch and she shrieked with delight.

"You know about pain," she gurgled again. I had never had a woman react this way before and it caught me somewhat off guard. I stopped doing anything to her.

"What? What's wrong?" she said.

"I didn't know..." I said.

"Didn't know what?"

"Have I gone too far?"

"No, you haven't. Keep doing what you're doing. You do it so well ... I can't begin to tell you how well...."

We resumed our kissing, and my hands roamed up and down her back, with the occasional foray over her breasts, as I attempted to arouse what was already a fully aroused woman. But I didn't know it ... just then.

Somehow, I wound up on top of her, the robe now completely open, and we began a slow dry-humping that would only end when she stopped long enough to tear the clothing from my body.

With the two of us nude, I kissed my way down the valley of her breasts, leaving a slimy trail of saliva wherever I ventured. She began panting when my mouth licking its way up the slope of her right breast; moaned continuously when I circled the stiff nipple three times with my tongue, and cried out when I slowly descended upon the upturned spike and sucked it between my teeth and washed it with my warm spittle.

"Jesus..." she gasped when I allowed it to pop free of my suction, and switch to the other, until then, unattended breast.

"Oh, lover..." she cried out.

"Yes?" I asked, taking a moment away from her lovely tasting buds.

"I want to ... I have to ... suck you off."

"You will," I replied, "But not just yet."

"Where did you ... how did you?"

"I had a great teacher," I told her.

"Well she taught you a hell of a lot more than English or Math," Mrs. Slade gurgled again. "My God, you're incredible!"

"I'm a big tit man," I told her in a harsh whisper.

"You're my kind of man. Please, let me suck your cock!"

"Not yet, sweet face, not yet. I have to play with these lovelies just a while longer."

And as she continued to writhe under my touches and kisses, I cradled the outsides of her breasts as I moved from nipple to nipple, getting them thoroughly wet and impossibly hard. Her hands moved from my shoulders to the back of my head, holding me to her heaving breasts; groaning and growling with appreciation and need. I moved my open mouth to the underside of her gorgeous breasts, kissing the hot, satiny skin there; following the curve of her mounds to the sides and bestowing kisses to the area below her arms. With a loud groan, Mrs. Slade grabbed my head to move me back to her rapidly cooling, but still swollen nips.

Her hips began to sway, and her hands left my shoulders and neck to drift downward to the furry thatch between her legs, signaling me that it was time to move on.

Somewhere between spreading her legs and going down on her, I had an inspiration, and left her for a moment to delve into a pocket of my parka. I found two Christmas peppermints, and popped one into my mouth, quickly crunching it into small pieces.

Mrs. Slade refilled the wine glasses and was sipping from hers as I crunched away. I don't think she realized my actual purpose, for she had a puzzled expression on her face as I finished off the peppermint candy.

I lowered myself between her legs as I shuffled the remnants of the candy around my mouth with my tongue. I began to kiss along her thighs from the knees upward, letting the last bits of peppermint dissolve in my mouth. Mrs. Slade parted her thighs wider as my head inched closer to her dripping pussy. The combined scents of her excited pussy had me highly aroused, but I was determined to eat her thoroughly before plunging my dick into her.

I had her moaning, and on the verge of losing all control as I massaged her beautiful sculpted labia, then used my thumbs to part them, exposing the pink slick flesh of her steamy cunt; with its clit standing erect and waiting impatiently for me to toy with.

Mrs. Slade arched her back, thrusting her pussy up to me and I allowed the tip of my tongue to touch her quivering clit. The peppermint oils in my saliva must have felt both ice-like and incredibly hot to that tender nubbin. I plowed into her with an exuberant feeling, lapping away, bathing it in a sensual barrage of sensory pillaging. Even as she was reacting to this unusual approach, I was sweeping my flattened tongue the length of her gaping pussy, adding my cool-spiced saliva to the copious juices flowing from her cunt.

"My God! Oh, my God!" she shrieked, from both the shock and pleasure of the sensations I was wringing out of her.

Laughing, I tried to plunge my tongue deep into her cunt, but her labia had become so swollen and soaked with her fluids that it covered my nose, making it hard to breath, and I pulled back to gasp for air.

After a moment, I scooped my hands under her thighs and pushed her legs back up to her chest. As her knees touched her breasts, her pussy opened like a freshly sliced peach, so beautiful, so exciting. A large gush of her cum flowed from her pussy, sliding down her innermost thighs to her ass. I went for her slippery essence, running my thirsty tongue down to lap at everything coated with her juice, from the fat lips at the mouth of her cunt, to the perfect pucker of her ass.

I took a moment to pop another piece of peppermint candy in my mouth. This time Mrs. Slade realized what was happening and begged me not to do her that way.

I ignored her protests, and probed her asshole with my newly re-flavored tongue. Her ass clenched at the first contact. I backed off and blew a cool stream of minty air onto the wet skin.

"Oh, you motherfucker!" she screamed.

"Like it?" I asked.

"I love it! Do it again!"

I repeated the procedure and watched in amusement as her pinkish asshole puckered and then clenched at the strange sensations. A moment later it relaxed in helpless submission.

"Are ... are you going to fuck my ass?" she asked, not believing what was happening to her.

"Only if you want me too. Do you?"

"I don't know ... honest to God. I don't know."

And then, "I can't believe this ... I can't believe you're capable of doing this to me."

"Want me to stop?"

"Of course not!" Then realizing that I might just do that, she began pleading, "No, don't even think of stopping. I'm yours. Do anything you want to me. I don't care. I'm yours, really yours!"

And so, with her expressed permission, I proceeded to do exactly what I wanted and where I wanted with no protest on her part. I sent my tongue into her perfumed asshole. Yes, she had sprayed some of her favorite scent back there before greeting me at the door. Had she really expected me to be active back there? I never knew for sure, but that's so true of women in general. You can never tell with them.

I tongue-fucked her sweet ass for another few moments, then popped my tongue free and moved back up to her sopping cunt. I blew a quick puff of air over her slit then attacked her clit once more with quick flicks of my tongue. She moaned in approval as I brought the middle finger of my hand to the slit of her pussy, and pushed inside. I began to wonder how much longer it would take before she came, and added a second finger to hurry that moment along.

Her trembling hands clenched my head hard as my tongue moved in circles around the stiff button of her clit. I picked up the pace with my tongue as I felt her body tense in preparation of a major climax, and lashed mercilessly at her swollen clit.

"Oh ... Aub," she gasped, "suck it ... suck my clit! Oh, yeah! Now ... a finger ... stick a finger up my ass!"

So I did. I took her clit between my teeth and worried the hell out of it.

Pulling the fingers from her twat, I sent them to her puckered starfish and urged them into her. They glided in with almost no resistance at all. Her ass was hot, and oh, so tight, I kept going until both fingers were fully lodged inside her ass. I tongue-twirled her clit and she lost all control and started to cum. Her hands gripped my head as she crested, her thighs came down and trapped my shoulders. She kept coming.

And I kept sucking away at her clit; kept fingering her ass, until she arched her hips that one last time, and collapsed. Her chest rose and fell in stuttering spasms. Her breathing was heavy and labored. I eased my fingers from her ass and released her clit. She shuddered as another spasm shook her body, and then noisily licked her lips.

I crawled up her body, pausing to suck and bite each nipple, as she kept moaning, "Oh, God" over and over again until her climax began to recede.

A few minutes later, we were kissing one another more to express mutual gratification than renewed ardor. 

Mrs. Slade propped herself up on one elbow, and said, "Where on earth did you get the idea to use peppermint like that?"

"The internet," I told her, and reached for my wine glass.

"I never knew..." she said, before breaking off into a delighted laugh.

I laughed at that. "Mrs ... What is your first name again?"

Laughing, she touched my lips with her middle finger and said, "Shame on you. You've done all those nasty things to me and don't even remember my name."

"I'm going to do more nasty things ... but won't unless you tell me."

"Marion," she said. "My name is Marion."

"Well, Marion, what would like me to do to you?"

"Would you go down on me again, and then fuck my brains out?"

"Sure, now let's see..." I said pretending to think about just where this would take place.

"I've had this fantasy about getting eaten out on my kitchen table..."

"Say no more," I said and scooped her up in my arms and carried her over to the table and set her down on her feet. There were several items on the table and I thought it prudent to clear them off before starting on her. She took care of that and then hopped up on the table, leaned back on her elbows, and spread her legs into a wide V.

I grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the table. With a flurry of movement Marion had her back flat on the table and as I moved in on her pussy she had her hands entangled in my hair.

With my first lick on her sopping wet cunt, she threw a leg over my shoulder. I nipped at her swollen clit, wringing a loud moan from her.

I sent two fingers into her seeking her G-spot, and continued to tease her clit. Marion's fingers started to claw at the tabletop as my mouth began to slide up and down her wet lips.

"Fuck, yes!" she screamed, as my teeth closed down on her enflamed clit.

I started sucking on her opening, drawing gobs of fluid from her and swallowing most of it. It had a sweet, tangy taste, and I wanted more of it.

She began to write on the table and I felt her spasms start. I sent another finger into her gushy cunt and found what I thought to be her G-spot.

She shuddered and whined, "I don't believe it ... you better stop Aubrey."

Why?"

"I have to ... I gotta go."

"No you don't."

"I'm telling you..."

That's your G-spot I'm rubbing. It makes you feel like you gotta go, but you don't. You're gonna cum like crazy. Just wait and see."

"I never..."

"Wait!"

"What are you...?"

I sucked on her clit and rubbed her secret spot, and felt a tell tale shudder, then a soft, pliant grunt.

"Cum for me, Marion! Cum right ... now!"

"Oh shit!" she yelled, "I ... I ... here it comes!"

And she erupted in the most forceful climax I had seen to that time. Her thrusting caused Marion to roll off the table and fall on top of me, sparing her from what might have been a serious injury. 

As it was, we found ourselves hugging and laughing long after her orgasm receded.

I went and got us some wine, and sat down on the floor with her. She took the glass of wine, and before drinking, said, "I can't believe all the things that ran through my mind while we were doing it. I mean all the mundane things I've done on this table and now to be eaten to such a sensational climax ... you ... you're just unbelievable! I can't describe how dirty and perverse and excited you got me!"

She took a long gulp of wine and went on. "And ... and you were right. You found that elusive spot. Damn it, I've fiddled around with my hands and all sorts of toys and never found it ... well, not like you did anyway, and here you are ... just a kid actually, and you not only find it but tell me that I'm not going to piss myself. I can't believe you. I really can't."

I waved my erection in her face. "But you believe this, right?"

"I sure do!" she said, and laughed lewdly. "Want me to suck it?"

"Well..." I said, and left it at that.

"The bedroom," she purred. "C'mon, let's get into bed. It's much nicer there."

I lay on the bed and watched as Marion kissed my shoulders, and then my mouth. After that she was kissing my chest, sucking and biting my nipples, and then moved lower.

I thought she was going to blow me then, but in a husky whisper, she said, "Not yet. Roll over."

I rolled over, and felt her weight on me; her nipples stabbing my back. But most of all I felt her lips and tongue on my neck, as she began to bathe me with her tongue.

Marion whispered to me that she was going to lick every square inch of my body. And she set out to do just that. 

I could feel her breath on my sensitive wet skin. My shoulders and upper back were next, and then she licked her way down my spine to the crack of my ass. Her hot wet mouth caressed both buttocks, and her hands spread my cheeks. I found myself grunting and groaning with pleasure as her tongue licked between them. Encouraged by my sounds, she licked around my pucker, teasing me as I had her earlier.




Handsome Ch. 15



Marion's slippery wet tongue invaded my ass hole, and I screamed in ecstasy. My cock throbbed and I was on the verge of orgasm. Then she backed off, and waited for me to calm down before invading my ass hole again. She did this several times before engulfing me in her mouth for the first time. One long, smooth suck, and I was totally buried in her throat. Her hands cupped my balls and she sucked hard.

"Suck it!" I moaned. "Swallow it all!"

My hips bucked, and her lips bobbed up and down on my cock, and as I came, she drank my load. Her head stayed down there, as she cleaned anything that might have escaped her lips.

"Did you like that?" She asked afterward.

"How could I not? Can I return the favor after resting a couple minutes?"

Marion's face lit up with a smile, and she kissed me tenderly.

"Aubrey?"

"Yes?"

"Have ... have other women been after you since that night at the ballet?"

"No ... do you think they are?"

"Well, there was plenty of talk. That's for certain. I know two women who couldn't talk about anything else."

"I don't understand -- what else?"

"Your magnificent cock, of course; when you shucked the codpiece, your delicious penis was on display to the audience. And when that girl bumped you ... she did it on purpose, I'm sure of that ... well, you got hard and that..."

She stopped talking and squeezed my dick. It was on the rise.

"Hmmm, a couple more minutes, eh?"

"Yeah, pretty soon."

"If I were you, I'd be expecting more women to be calling on you."

"Are you going to tell them?"

"I don't usually kiss and tell."

"Me neither."

"But for you, I might make an exception. Would you like to have several women after your body?"

"I don't know..."

"You know I want you as often as possible. I could probably teach you a few things."

"You could?"

"Maybe. You seem to know a lot already. But ... one never knows."

I was now rigid again and began a light nibbling at the nape of her neck. Marion uttered a blissful moan, and said, "I take it back."

"Take what back?" I asked.

"I said I might be able to teach you things. I don't think I can teach you anything. It's the other way around, Aubrey."

I was licking down her spine, making her shiver with each contact of my tongue, when she moaned. "Please come back to me again. Don't let this be a one-time thing."

"I will," I promised.

As if she hadn't heard me, Marion went on, saying, "I'll bring you other women, Aubrey. I'll even perform with them for you. Have you ever seen two women make love, Aubrey?"

I lied and told her I hadn't.

"You'll like it. Then you can have both of us; one at a time, or together. Would you like that?"

"Yes, I would like that, Marion," I teased her anus with a finger, and kissed her clit; she was moaning non-stop.

Rolling her over onto her back, I kissed her passionately for what seemed several minutes while she writhed beneath me, humping my thigh.

Ending the kiss, I gave each nipple a good suck, and then entered her very wet pussy in one stroke. I wrapped my hands in her long hair, and used them like reigns to ride her to orgasm. As we both came, I pulled her tight to me, again by pulling on her hair. After I finished coming, I collapsed on top of her, my cock still in her pussy, until it slipped out.

Her head went between my legs, and she began to lick and suck me, but got nowhere. She then covered us up and lay next to me as we fell asleep.

I woke up with a start about an hour later and called home, telling my mother that I'd finished cleaning the drive and we were going to watch a movie from pay-TV.

After promising to be home right after the movie, I had to smile as Marion's mouth was already sliding up and down my dick.

I played with her breasts as she coaxed me to a modest erection. Then she produced a tube of KY Jelly from the nightstand and slathered my dick with it, then reached behind her and applied a generous dose to her anus.

"Why, Aubrey, I believe you're ready for my ass, are you?"

"Why, Marion, I believe I am."

We laughed, and she admitted that she had done this before. "I like it back there. But I have to have confidence in my partner before I let him do it there."

"How do you want to do this?" I asked.

She showed me, by squatting over me and forcing her asshole down over my cock. It was different. I had butt-fucked a couple girls, but this was the first woman who knew what she wanted. She worked me in slowly. Her groans and moans told me she was enjoying it. 

She whispered about how I filled her and how big it felt. She told me she was gonna have the biggest orgasm ever, and that she would wake the neighbors if I didn't keep her from screaming continuously. I handed her my shorts to chew on. She whispered that she wanted everyone to know she was coming, and what a good lover I was.

"You don't want a noisy neighbor knocking on the door thinking that you're having a major problem, Marion."

"Yes, you're right," she said and shoved my underwear into her mouth.

Moments later, she yanked the shorts from her mouth and moaned, "Here it comes now. Oh, it's so good! C'mon, honey, fuck me faster!"

I gave it my best jack-hammer imitation.

"Harder that's it! Fuck me, fuck that ass!"

Sweat was flying off us and splattering everything around us.

"Fill my ass with your cum. I wanna feel it dripping out all day."

"Marion ... I'm gonna cum!"

"Oh shit! Oh, yeah!" she screamed.

We both exploded, and then collapsed in a pool of cum, cunt juice and sweat.

"Lemme me clean your cock with my mouth, she said when we were slightly composed. And she slowly began to lick my brown stained cock clean. Then we got up and showered.

After dressing, I left, with her promise to let me know when she and her friend would be ready to have me over.

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Mrs. Gerry Whitestone

I'll get to Mrs. Gerry Whitestone in a moment or two. But first I should mention two other married women I met at about the same time. There will be no mention of names here, for they were, at least by my standard, totally inadequate sexual partners.

Both women were at the Nutcracker, and witnessed my infamous, 'Hardon in tights,' as Gerry so eloquently put it during our first encounter.

Mrs. A. accosted me on the street coming home from school one day, and lured me to her bed, promising me that I would never forget her. Well, I haven't, but not for the reasons she beguiled me with. It was quite the opposite, in fact. Mrs. A. lay like a corpse in her bed, while I attempted to get her off. It was futile, she lay there, eyes shut, fists clenched, and with the driest cunt I've ever entered. I'm sure my penetration was painful, although I did my best to lubricate her, having gone down on her until she pushed me away, saying she found that act, "disgusting, and perverse."

I didn't bother asking her why she took me to her bedroom, but managed to ask Mrs. B. the question, when encountering virtually the same action from her. Mrs. B. had had the nerve to call my home and request I babysit her four-year-old son. 

I went thinking it was a legitimate job, only to find that the youngster was already sleeping, and Mrs. B. wearing a white negligee.

I'll give her this, she could kiss. And we did just that for some time, during which I assumed, (never assume anything, it just makes an ass out of you and me.) that she was readying for some heated action.

She too, lay dormant, while I climbed onto her body and put it in. At least she had used some form of lubricant. But she couldn't, or wouldn't bring herself to join me in the fuck. Oh, I fucked her all right. It was as much a solitary fuck as jerking off amounts to, but it was what she wanted. After, I asked her what I hadn't asked Mrs. A., i.e., "Why had she brought me to her bed?"

It seems I had aroused her and several other women at the performance, and she had felt goaded into approaching me by their comments about my "protuberance."

"Don't you like sex?" I asked, only to be told, "Why, yes, otherwise I'd never have any children."

"Were you hoping to have a child with me?"

"Perhaps, I'm not really clear on that," she'd said. I left it at that, hoping she didn't become pregnant by me. (PS, she didn't.)

And so, when I met Gerry, I was reluctant to jump into the sack with her. After all, I did have Mrs. Slade and her promise of other willing women. There was also Lynn and Jenny-Mae, and several other potential girls from school to play around with.

But, I'm ahead of myself. I met Gerry accidentally, during a driving rain, while I was driving home from a meeting with the newly hired baseball coach.

Visibility was poor and I barely saw a car in front of me that had not quite gotten onto the shoulder of the road. Having just completed a course on safe driving, I pulled onto the shoulder behind the car and left my flashers on, and got out to see if I could help.

The driver was a woman with an obviously flat tire on the side of the car facing the road; a dangerous situation for anyone, much less a woman.

"Can I help?" I asked, and saw that she was already shivering from the cold, and that she just wore a corduroy jacket, already soaked through.

She nodded helplessly, holding her palms out indicating how helpless she felt in this situation.

"Why don't you get back in the car," I said.

"Good idea, but I've got a flat, but expect you've noticed it already."

"I know. Get in the car; you're not dressed for this weather. Just open the trunk and I'll take the spare out and replace the flat."

She did as asked and when the trunk popped open I reached in and pulled out the spare. I saw a new problem; the spare had very little air in it and would be useless as a replacement for the flat.

I knocked on the driver side window, and she lowered it several inches.

"Yes?"

"The spare is as bad as the flat," I said breaking the bad news as quickly as possible, for I already had a solution to fix the problem.

"Look," I said, "I've got a spare in my car. Let's use it. We can drive to a service station about four miles from here and let them fix your tire, and put my spare back in my trunk."

She gave me a look that expressed her thanks and appreciation as well as giving me far more credit than I deserved. I had been practicing changing tires as part of my recent driving lessons and quickly managed to place my spare on her car, and dumped her flat in my truck. I asked that she follow me as I knew where the station was located, and for her to drive with her flashers on.

As the tire was being repaired, she bought me a cup of hot chocolate, and we got to know one another, as well as one might expect under the circumstances. 

Her name was Gerry Whitestone. She was a therapist of some sort, and wanted to pay me for my assistance. I refused, telling her it was my obligation to help a motorist in distress.

"How old are you, Sir Knight, or should I say, Sir Aubrey?"

"Eighteen, ma'am."

Her eyebrows arched at this, and she said, "Perhaps, but in reality you're far older than that."

Thank you, Mrs. Whitestone," I replied, for I was flattered at her comment.

"Well, we're both soaked through and through. And you seem to have gotten the worst of it. When we're finished here I suggest we head for my house and I'll see to it that you have another hot drink while I dry your clothing."

"Oh, I couldn't do that..."

"Nonsense," she replied, "I'm sure my husband has something you can wear while the clothes dry. It will only take twenty minutes or so. I'll call your parents and tell them where you are and what you've done. I'm positive they'll approve of both your actions on my behalf, and mine on yours."

And that was that. Well, not quite.

Mrs. Whitestone was so effusive in her comments about my actions on her behalf that my mother insisted on talking to me.

"Aubrey," she said, "you listen to me. Mrs. Whitestone is a very influential member of the community. She's been so ... so grateful for your helping her out, that you will be polite and stay with her a while. You may not know it, but she can help get you into the college of your choice and while that may be a year or two away, you'll need all the help you can get when the time comes." She went on like that for the rest of our conversation, only ending when I promised to do as she'd said.

Then, acting as if nothing had happened, Mrs. Whitestone handed me an armful of her husband's clothing and shooed me into her master bathroom, turned on the shower and kissed me on the cheek, turned and closed the door behind her.

I showered and the hot water felt great, warming my fairly chilled body back to normal. I slipped into Mr. Whitestone's slacks and shirt and ventured out into the living room. Mrs. Whitestone was waiting with a huge mug of hot chocolate for me.

After my recent fiascos with Mrs. A. and Mrs. B., I was a bit nervous when she sat down on the arm of the chair that I was sitting in.

"Don't worry," she said, running her hand into my still dampened hair. "I'm not going to bite."

"I ... um, I ... I'm kinda nervous, Mrs. Whitestone."

"Call me Gerry," she said, almost purring the words into my ear. Her hot breath on my neck set me off, and there I was, sitting next to her with a boner the size of the Empire State Building.

"Oh ... did I cause that?" she said, her breath even closer. "Are you the one everybody's talking about?"

"What ... what do you mean?" I said, dreading her next words.

"You are the ballet dancer, aren't you? The one all the ladies are calling, Mr. Hardon in tights."

"Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed and then immediately apologized.

"I'm sorry, Aubrey; but you are that person, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am." My head dropped down in embarrassment.

She chucked me under the chin and raised my face so that I was looking at her when I opened my eyes.

"Don't you dare be embarrassed over that. It's not your fault that the women in the audience can't handle their sex drive."

"What?" I blurted.

"You're a child ... well, not under the law, you're very much the man, and that erection in those slacks would tend to bear me out."

"Would you like to fuck me, Aubrey?"

"I don't ... think so."

"But why? Don't you find me attractive?"

"Yes, but..."

Somehow her blouse had come undone, and as she shrugged a shoulder, a breast came into view.

"Oh ... would you look at that," she said, and calmly cupped the breast in the palm of her hand as if inspecting it.

"Do you think I have nice breasts?"

"You ... you have lovely breasts."

"Why thank you!" she chirped. "But you've only seen the one."

"Aren't they the same?"

"Not always, darling, not at all."

"I don't..."

"See?" she said, taking the other out and cupping it as well.

"I see," I said, taking both under careful consideration.

"You are the perfect gentleman," she said, rubbing her thumbs over the nipples.

"I am?"

"Oh, yes. Most men would have had their hands all over them by now. Maybe they'd even have my nipples between their teeth."

"But your husband!"

"Posh! My husband isn't here, is he?"

"No, but..."

"No buts, Aubrey. I want you to make love to me, and soon."

"I can't..."

"Of course you can," she said and gave my dick a very pleasant squeeze.

"You don't understand ... there's a problem..."

"A sexual problem?"

"Yes!"

She snuggled into my lap, wriggling about until she had my swollen dick against her pussy, and said, "Tell me all about this ... problem."

So I told her all about Mrs. A. and Mrs. B.

"Aubrey, I know I told you I was a therapist, but not that I was a sex therapist. Do you know what that is?"

"I have an idea."

"Yes, well, a predominant myth in our society is that sex should just happen naturally if its right — if it's meant to be. So they think all they have to do is jump into bed and the sex will be perfect. Unfortunately, most of the time, sex doesn't just happen naturally. People require some experience before they can jump into bed and perform with a natural ability. We ... almost all of us, have that ability, but require that little bit of experience to make it happen. Do you follow?"

"Yes, I do. I think I do."

"Some women go a long time before actually gaining the necessary experience to perform acceptably as a partner. I think ... I'm almost positive that's what happened to you with those two women. Am I correct in that they were not the first women you've been with?"

"Oh, yeah," I said after a brief hesitation.

"Were they High School girls?"

"Some," I acknowledged.

"And you've been with an adult female as well?" she asked, arching her eyebrows as she spoke.

"A couple," I admitted, "But I won't say who."

"I knew you were a gentleman, Aubrey, and as such, I wouldn't expect you to betray them to me."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Aubrey, the older women ... how were they in bed?"

"Some were great! Some ... weren't," I blurted, and made her laugh.

"Good! Then there is nothing wrong with you. 

Those two women have some serious issues to overcome before they'll make anything close to an ideal bedmate."

"So ... it wasn't me?"

"No, dear, it wasn't you. Now let's fuck, shall we?"

With that, she angled her face towards mine, her lips seeking, then finding my mouth. I was stunned at how hungry she was for my mouth. And as our lips mashed against one another, I availed myself of her magnificent breasts, caressing them, fondling them and finally mauling them as she moaned into my mouth. God, I remember them still: so soft and yielding; yet so firm and heavy in my hands; and those nipples ... begging to be pinched and stretched, which I did as I listened to her appreciative groans.

Minutes later, she was peeling my clothing off, and bending my cock this way, then that way, as if testing its flexibility.

"You have the loveliest cock, Aubrey," she husked as she removed her own clothing. With both of us nude, she stood on tip-toe, straddled my dick, caught it between her thighs and moved her thighs so as to cause my cock to rub against the dampness of her mons.

May I kiss you?" I asked softly.

"Of course you may," she responded and moving toward my face, licked my chin and then my mouth with her serpentine-like tongue, before sending it slithering into my gaping mouth to tease my tongue into action.

The kissing seemed to last forever, with the one brief exception when she broke away to hiss, "Squeeze my ass!"

I did.

"Oh, yeah, squeeze that ass, Aubrey!"

We resumed our torrid kissing then, and continued to kiss even as my fingers found their way into her pussy and asshole respectively.

When we ended the kisses, she croaked, "You have been with some women, haven't you?"

"You think I lied to you?" I said shocked that she would think that. How little I knew of men and women and their mutual deceit to one another.

"No, Aubrey, I never thought you lied to me. It's just that I am surprised at how good you are at making out with a woman. You are much more practiced than I gave you credit for."

"I was carefully taught by..." And I stopped, fearful of revealing my Aunt Nicole's name to anyone.

"That's good," she said, the amusement evident in her tone. "You almost slipped up, but managed to catch your tongue."

"Speaking of tongue," I said, "would you like me to tongue you?"

"Yes, but not just yet. Your fingers are doing just fine for the moment. Do you find me nice and juicy?"

"Oh, yes ... nice and juicy," I replied as I changed the angle of my finger's thrusting, and elicited a moan of pleasure from her throat. Soon my entire hand was soaking with her juices.

Gerry gave a little yip against my neck; that gave way to a grunting series of humps. But before I could get her going too far, she backed off and away from me.




Handsome Ch. 15



"We need the bedroom now, ' she hissed, and using my dick as a pull-a-long, towed me into the bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed and fondled my balls. My cock was bobbing in front of her face.

Gerry giggled, and said, "I think I see my supper!" Then she kissed the tip and gently sucked away the precum that had oozed out during my excitement.

"Mmm," she purred, "this is what I really want. Promise me you'll slap me in the face with it later?"

"Okay," I managed. I was already struggling not to cum.

I don't know why, but I fought to suppress a groan the moment she took me into her mouth and unfurled her tongue on the underside of my cockhead. Within thirty seconds, Gerry had me writhing and whimpering, gasping and groaning. She was an expert, and giving me the best blowjob I'd ever known.

Taking me from her mouth, but still stroking my glistening shaft, she laughed and said, "I think your cock likes my mouth. But if it likes that, wait until it gets a taste of my pussy. I think it will adore my juicy little hole. I bet it will get one taste and keep coming back for more."

I pulled away from her touch and growled, "Wait until I get a taste of your pussy!"

We both cracked up at that, and I was getting set to mount her when she daintily scooted back into the middle of the bed. She propped several pillows under her head, then parted her thighs wide, showing me the needy, wanton pout of her sex. She began to coyly play with the moist plumpness of her cunt, tracing a finger up through the furrow of her cleft, lingering to rub her clit as her hips began to gyrate.

"Oh-h-h Aubrey ... just help yourself. Have more than just a taste."

I moved my head between her creamy smooth thighs, my tongue reaching out to play with her dancing fingers as they teased her cunt into a sequence of rapidly shifting colors. And as I began to lick her pussy, Gerry slipped her cream smeared fingers into my mouth. I imagined her finger-fucking my mouth and eagerly sucked them clean.

Gerry's cunt was a virtual fountain of juice! I loved the taste of her; and from the way she was humping my face, she loved my mouth on her as well.

Suddenly, Gerry's abdominal muscles were undulating, and I knew she was about to cum, and feeling cruel as I did it, I ended my cunnilingus, and with her groans of protest ringing in my ears, I allowed my tongue to vacate her genitals and left a trail of drool along her stomach and navel as I moved up to her gorgeous breasts.

Gerry quickly pulled my face up to hers. Her tongue lapped around my entire face, taking in all her tastes. Then she reached between our legs and grasped me firmly, guiding me, holding me, angling me right at the very place. 

She tossed her head and sort of snorted, 

"Aubrey," she keened, and then her voice dropped to a sultry level. "Give me your cock, now!"

With my first thrust into her furnace, she squealed and then shook as her climax refused any further delay.

Minutes later as I held her tight against me, she gasped, "God that was perfect. Just sticking it in made me come like crazy."

With a wanton squeal, Gerry wrapped her legs around my hips and we set out for some serious fucking. I couldn't believe her responsiveness beneath me; her entire body was a squirming mass of enthusiasm. We plunged at each other. Gerry humped her pussy up and down on my cock as much as my cock was humping in and out of her cunt. Up and down and in and out; that was the two of us, moaning in tandem.

I recall seeing her bite her lower lip, before moaning, "You ... get me ... very excited."

I grabbed a pillow and slipped it under her ass, giving me an even better angle and deeper penetration. Her fluttery groans told me she liked that a lot. I began pumping away like crazy, the sucky wet slapping sounds as our crotches smacked together reverberating throughout the room.

Then I heard a third party's voice. A male voice; and I almost shit myself.

"Hey, don't mind me," a huge man who had to be Gerry's husband stood next to us. 

I started to vault out of the bed, but Gerry grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me back. Miraculously, my dick shot right into her cunt and stayed there.

I was looking right at her husband. I saw blood — my blood — in his eyes.

Our eyes met, and instead of reaching out to kill me, he simply waved at me, and said: "Hi, Gerry, I'm home!"

My panic began to recede. Gerry helped by saying: "Hank, this is Aubrey. He's the sweetest boy. I had a flat and he picked me up, got the flat fixed, and I took him home. And ..." she paused to let him absorb all the information before continuing. "It turns out he's a great lay."

"Is he?" Hank said, and calmly took his cock out and began to jerk off.

Gerry faced me and, crinkling her nose, made as if to rub it against mine, but said, "My husband is all right with us, really he is." Turning to her husband, she said, "Hank, tell him its okay!"

"It's okay, really it is," Hank said with a Cheshire-like grin. He was getting hard, and kept stroking.

"My husband wants to watch you and me frolicking in our bed."

"What!" I exclaimed, still finding the entire situation bizarre.

"And it's only fair," she added, ignoring my question. "Hank gets to fuck his sister whenever she's in town. Not that I'm left out ... Gretchen eats pussy like it's going out of style. We just get it on when Hankus isn't around.

"Hank, I bet you didn't know your sister's a professional muff-diver, until just now, or did you?"

"Well..." he said, and left it at that. I assumed he had seen his sister in action, but not with Gerry.

"All I know is she don't have any complaints about my cock," Hank said, as his sizable member reached its zenith.

"Not that I've any complaints about your cock, Hankus, I don't," Gerry trilled, her cunt hugging mine in even tighter.

"So, let's see the kid bone you, baby. Give me a good show."

"You heard him, Handsome. My main man wants us to put on a show. Let's not disappoint him."

That said, Gerry deftly maneuvered herself on top of me, and began riding my dick as if she were riding a bucking bronco. All I had to do was hold on to her waist and not let go.

Gerry was swiveling her pelvis, and grinding into mine. A gravely sort of coo came up her throat, then her head started whipping side to side. She reached around and under me to cup my scrotum. "C'mon, Handsome," she grunted, "come with me."

In the not-so-distant background, Hank stood hooting it up. I felt like I was living in a nightmare of sorts. Hank had quit yanking, and was laughing as he applauded us.

Gerry's cunt squeezed my cock, and her hand squeezed my balls, and then she got her wish, my cock surged and swelled, and a thick load of sperm cannoned into her quivering cunt. Her mouth went wide and twisted; like that painting of Munch's, The Scream, except Gerry's was more a silent scream of rapture.

I lay there collapsed under her. She was still moving; making bubbling little noises as her hand soothingly stroked my back. Eventually she rolled off me, only to scoot up against the mounds of pillows near the headboard. Hank gave a solid clap, and then rubbed his hands together as he advanced towards the bed. 

"Oh, boy," he said gleefully, "sloppy seconds!"

I could tell when he entered her: There was a soft, slurping sound, and Gerry's face seemed to widen. Hank had to shuffle around behind her to keep up, as she crawled between my legs and started licking my shriveling cock. This struck me as a pointless chore, but Gerry was getting into it, cleaning my cock like it was her kitten. Besides, your cock doesn't have to be hard to enjoy being in a mouth.

It was a lovely tableau, Gerry caught me with a sultry gaze; her eyes stayed locked on mine the whole time she sucked. My eyes eventually left her face to take in her breasts which were hanging heavy with the full weight of gravity; while above her were the distant twin hillocks of her upraised ass. Behind which, of course, was Hank pumping away like a maniac.

"Hey, Handsome," he called out, "sure looks like Gerry likes that salami of yours. The way he was banging her body back and forth, Gerry hardly had to use any effort at all in drawing her head up and down my shaft. It was like being part of a machine -- a very efficient and productive machine. Her work soon began to pay dividends, as I felt my cock thickening again in her mouth.

Once she had me fully erect, Gerry disengaged herself from both of us. She turned and grabbed Hank by the shoulders and pushed him down on the mattress. Then she reared up and mounted him.

Her eyes twinkled at me. 

"You've been such a good boy, Aubrey; I have a surprise for you at the end of the bed. Why don't you crawl down there and find it."

I struggled up from the pillows and did as she said. But I didn't know what she was talking about. While there was an interesting view of her pussy in action, I really wouldn't have qualified that as a surprise. Gerry leaned forward, drawing Hank's cock nearly all the way out of her. The effect was to shove her tits in his mouth, though that apparently wasn't the intention of her movement. 

Instead she stretched and reached for the drawer of the bedside table, opening it and grabbed something. She settled back down on Hank, though leaning down in a way that had the cheeks of her ass flared wide. Then she tossed whatever it was over her shoulder at me.

I caught it, but was momentarily mesmerized by the sight of the puckered bud of her anus. After a minute I brought my hand up and saw that I was holding a jar of Vaseline.

"Go for it, Handsome!" Hank's strangled voice urged. "We'll make a sandwich out of her! That's all this slut of mine 's wanted for months now."

His pep talk was unnecessary, I happened to glance down and saw that without any order from my brain, my hands were busy greasing my pole. I eyed her puckered hole with disbelief, and only when Gerry wiggled her ass and looked over her shoulder and laughed at me, did I start applying the Vaseline to her asshole. But it was Gerry's fingers that inched into her declivity, spreading the glob in ever inviting circles around and into her opening.

To my surprise, there was little difficulty in entering her. Afterward I surmised that Hank must pay a lot of attention to her back there, but at the time I fooled myself into thinking it was her first experience in anal fucking.

Both Hank and Gerry groaned as I slid into her ass. I was beside myself. It's incredible how tight an asshole feels on entering it. It might be the tenth, or twentieth time, but it always feels tight.

I thought of Aunt Nicole, my first ass fuck, and how I'd entered her ass accidentally. How she'd screamed in pain, but insisted that I continue; and how much pleasure we both derived from the experience. But Gerry wasn't Aunt Nicole, and the slapping noise I generated with each thrust, had a counterpart in Hank's pounding into her cunt from the opposite side. Oh, we could feel one another's cock as we fucked her; we commented on it after, but right then I was enthralled with Gerry's whines and whinnies and eventually, whimpers as Hank and I gave it to her.

Then Hank gave a great grunt, and I felt his cock pulse. I knew he was coming, and that brought me to the edge ... Gerry shrieked and cawed, I felt the shudders running down her spine. And that was it for me, too. I welled up while Gerry clamped down, and three thrusts later both Gerry and I were coming too.



Handsome Ch. 16



Chapter 16

Almost Routine

I was half daydreaming, half watching Jessie Von Broklin as she jumped and gyrated at cheerleader practice. I couldn't hear the cheers, but I had a great view of the incredibly sexy girl, as her blond hair rocketed up and gently floated down with every graceful leap. 

My thoughts moved to Gerry, and how the day after joining her husband in fucking her, we had made it on the kitchen counter before I headed off to school; and later that same afternoon, taking that long luxurious bath together.

There had been a pre-season baseball meeting with the coach earlier that day. He had mentioned that we lacked pitching and asked how I felt about maybe trying to pitch. He'd also touched upon all the seniors we'd had graduate and how he intended to replace them.

"You know we had a hell-of-a team last year, Morgenthall."

"Sure did, Coach."

"Now Craig is gone."

"Heck of a first baseman," I said. "Good hitter, too."

"Great hitter. You know, Cardinal's signed him, well, they wanted to sign him."

"I heard he's going to Norte Dame."

"Yeah, he'll make their squad, no doubt about it. And Tickie Smith, that son-of-a-gun's going to Alabama to play football."

"I didn't know that, Coach. I thought he joined the Army."

"Well he is. Just as soon as he gets out of the Army; they told him they'd have a spot for him."

"They can do that?"

"Sure they can. They can do anything they want at schools like Alabama."

"How did our pitchers make out? I mean, I haven't heard anything."

"Pretty good, actually. Scarpa signed with the Yankees, he's with their Double A team in Florida. And Johnny Whiz... (He meant Wisnewski) was invited to a Phillies tryout and made it. He's with an A level team in Delaware. Tripplet's gone too," the coach added.

"Who did he sign with?"

"Why no one, son. He was only a backup outfielder."

"Oh," I said not fully comprehending the working of life after high school.

"Now you've grown considerably since we kicked off last season, and ... with the pitching staff depleted ... I was wonderin' how you'd feel about trying your hand at pitching a few innings for us."

"Coach, I've never pitched..."

"I know that. I expect I can teach you a few rudimentary things when we start practicing."

"I'd be happy to try it," I said, knowing I really had no choice in the matter. Anyway, I kind of liked the idea of being a pitcher. I had a good arm, and I had grown as the coach mentioned. 

And that was why I was daydreaming ... I had already envisioned myself striking out hitter after hitter; pitching no-hitters and becoming a star pitcher, sought after by the major leagues and all. 

Then my dreaming had focused on Gerry, and from there to Jessie Von Broklin, who was currently finishing up her cheerleader workout.

I waited on the sideline as Jessie finished her routine, and while the other cheerleaders were still practicing, she wandered over in my direction, her firm, young breasts barely swaying as she began to trot over to me.

"Hi," you're Aubrey aren't you?"

"Yes, and you must be Jessie," I said with a wide smile.

"Yes," she replied, returning the smile, revealing pearly white teeth. "I'm only here 'cause Mora told me you were kinda interested in me."

Mora had also told me that Jessie was interested in me; quite the matchmaker, that Mora.

"I have to thank her for that," I said, then added, "And I am interested in you." My eyes roamed her body top to bottom as I spoke, and she seemed to enjoy the attention, possibly even expecting it.

"Mora said you might teach me a few things."

"She did, did she?"

Jessie licked her lips, seductively, "yeah, she said you were very good at certain things I won't mention."

"Does that mean you want to get together with me?"

"Yes and no," she said.

"Um, could you explain that last part?"

"Sure! I gotta boyfriend, and I wanna keep him. But from what Mora told me I'm kinda missing out, know what I mean?"

"I think so, I said resisting the impulse to put my arm around her wispy waist.

"Tell you what, Jessie, meet me after practice and we'll go for a ride."

"Oh, no! I got my car. I'll follow you. That way no one will see us together."

"The other girls have already seen us together," I pointed out.

"That doesn't count." She turned away from me and started running back to the other cheerleaders, calling over her shoulder, "Thanks I didn't know where it was, Aubrey!"

I concluded that she was just saying something to cover our meeting with the other girls. 

Jealousies, petty or not, seem to prevail among them from their insecurities. I headed for my car to wait for her to leave. I had enough insecurities myself to contend with.

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I let Jessie take the lead and followed. She impressed my with her driving skills, I should remind you that I was new at driving and had limited experience. Jessie pulled into the state park grounds and then drove in a half mile or so, finally parking where there was room for only two vehicles. A small path led into the thickly wooded area surrounding us.

I was fairly certain I was about to get laid, and let my eyes wallow in her pleated white cheerleader's skirt that came to mid-thigh but kept swirling revealing her fine, shapely legs and pert, tight ass as she managed to stay several yards in front of me. She had certainly been here before; probably with the current boyfriend. She had even thought to bring a blanket with her. I filed that away for future reference on my part. Always be prepared.

My thoughts returned to her and Larry. What was he lacking in that had her seeking me out?

Finally, Jessie stopped and held her hand out, and I took it and guided her around a fallen branch that might have jabbed her for she was looking at me. 

We walked another ten or twenty steps, before Jessie pulled me down on top of her.

"Your outfit!" I exclaimed, needlessly worrying about her dilemma. Quickly I picked up the blanket and spread it out on the ground.

"Not to worry, silly," she replied, "I've been here before; that's why I brought the blanket."

I was drowning in the taste of her mouth on mine an instant later. My hardon was killing me, and to sedate myself, I began rubbing it against her groin even as she pushed her pelvis back at me.

I put one arm under knees, and the other under her upper back. She cradled her head into my neck and bit me hard.

"Ouch!" I yelled and she began to laugh.

"It's not funny!" I told her and she saw that I was serious.

"My boyfriend likes me to bite him," she said, as if that gave her permission to tear at me.

"Well don't bite me. I don't like it."

"Okay, I'm sorry. I won't do it again," she said contritely, and I believed her. Now that we were face to face I noticed the huge amount of makeup she was wearing, and wondered why. There were no blemishes on her face, and with all the tanning beds available around town, if extra color was desired she could easily get it there. So why the make-up? I was about to ask when she kissed me and I forgot about asking her. We kissed for the next few minutes, both of us getting hotter and hotter.

"I'm about ready to fuck your brains out, Jessie," I told her and unbuckled my belt and started to take my pants off.

She didn't protest, but watched appreciatively as my dick sprang into view.

"Oh, you're bigger than Larry," she said. "But what I want..."

Apparently, she was having trouble continuing, so I waited, and made no further move on her.

"I thought..." she said and stopped.

"You want me to do something, right?"

"Yeah."

"Something Larry won't, or can't?"

"It's hard for me to put into words."

"I bet I'm harder."

That made her laugh and she gave my dick a friendly squeeze.

"Come on, we're going to be screwing our brains out, you can trust me. C'mon, tell me."

"He won't eat me!" she blurted.

"You ask him to?" I said, trying to imagine her actually pleading with Larry to go down on her.

"No! I can't. I mean, I've sucked him off lots of times, but he never even thinks about returning the favor."

"And Mora told you I liked eating pussy?"

"Yeah, she said you were great at it."

"All right, let's get that pussy out here where I can see it."

"You will! I mean ... oh, shit! I don't know what I mean."

I started lifting her sweater, and she raised her arms to help me. I could feel her excitement. Her breath was coming fast, in short gasps, heavy with arousal. 

I knelt in front of her and asked her to hold onto my shoulders for support, before gently grabbing her ankles to remove her shoes one by one. She opened her skirt, and taking hold of the waistband of her skirt, I pulled it down as slowly as possible, teasing us both. 

The scent of her arousal filled the air. When the skirt cleared the crotch of her panties, I saw they were translucent from the wetness. I helped her out of them, and put them to the side, next to her shoes. When my gaze returned to her pussy, I could hear her breath catch with expectation.

Leaning forward, I inhaled her heady fragrance. Her inner thighs were wet with her seeping juices.

Taking hold of her panties, I pulled them down with the same teasing slowness. I watched carefully the unveiling of her pussy. She had pale yellow pubic hair on top of her mons, neatly shaved in a triangle. Her clitoris was already out of its protective hood, and looked large. 

There was no hair to be seen around her vagina or the lips. I pulled the panties to her ankles and she stepped out of them.

We moved to the blanket, and then I positioned myself between her thighs and examined her pussy. Even to my relatively inexperienced eye, her clit was larger than most. I flicked it with my tongue and she shrieked.

"Oh, my God, at last, at last!" she yelled into the woods. I stiffened (not that way — that was already taken care of) and braced myself to hear someone call out to see if she needed help. 

Fortunately no one called back.

"Tell you what I'm going to do, Jess," I said. "Just so you know and don't scream it out to the world, okay?"

"Okay ... sure ... anything. I can't believe you're going down on me!"

"Shut up, will you? It's not like people never do the nasty, you know."

"I know. I know, but still..."

"Yeah, I know, Larry doesn't get it."

"So what?" Interrupting her I said, "I'm going to kiss the labia."

"Oh!"

I gently cupped her ass cheeks, then nudged her and got her to spread her legs. I leaned in close.

"Looking for something?" she asked, her voice throaty, coming out as if she had difficulty talking.

I didn't bother answering, but squeezed the cheeks of her ass and decided to make it an event for her; making it graphic verbally as well as sensually.

"I'm gonna kiss your cunt lips like they were your mouth, but no tongue ... just yet."

She shuddered with pending excitement.

I began to kiss and suck on her outer lips, taking first one and then the other. She was moaning constantly.

"Jessie," Jessie," I called softly.

"Yeah?"

"Listen to me. I'm gonna tell you exactly what I'm about to do, and then I'm gonna do it."

"Oh, Jesus ... Oh, Jesus ... Oh, Jesus!"

"I'm about to lick the left lip up and down."

"Oh, yes! That's it! That's it!"

"Mmmm, nice," I told her. "Now for the left one..."

"Oh, God!"

"Now I'm going for the slit..."

She was moaning and shuddering non-stop.

"Mmmm, I can taste your juices. Want me to kiss you so you can taste them?"

"Noooooo! Just do me! Keep licking!"

I kissed her pussy then, and for the first time made use of my tongue. Not much, but ran it along the edge of both her labia. "Mmmm, just like your mouth, Jessie."

"Oh ... fuck! Do you have to talk?"

"Yes, I gotta talk."

I gave her another lick.

"Jesus!"

"Now I'm going to French your pussy. Do you want that?"

"Fuck yes!"

I sent my tongue into her juiced up cunt.

"Oh ... yes! Put your tongue in, French my pussy!"

I began to slurp her juices up, making louder than necessary noise in doing so. Then I paused.

"Don't stop."

I decided to make it an event for her, making it graphic verbally as well as sensually.

"I'm gonna kiss 'em like they were your mouth, but no tongue ... just yet."

She shuddered with pending excitement.

I began to kiss and suck on her outer lips, taking first one and then the other. She was moaning constantly.

"Jessie," Jessie," I called softly.

"Yeah?"

"How do you like this?" I stabbed my tongue between the folds of her labia, giving a slow lick from bottom to top.

Her hips exploded up into my face, whether voluntary or not I never found out.

I found her clit. Actually that was easy, for it was larger than most I'd seen. Jessie had been running her fingers alongside it for a little while and that signaled it needed attention and I provided some, slowly licking each side before attacking it with just the tip of my tongue.

"Yes, yes! That's the place!"

I sucked her labia into my mouth and lightly chewed them before returning to her clit.

"SO GOOD!" she moaned.

"So are you liking this?" I asked.

"DON'T STOP!"

I added a finger to her sopping pussy and continued teasing her clit.

"I'm gonna cum."

"Okay, cum for me, baby! Cum for me!"

"Oh Honey, I am! I'm cumming for you!"

I turned my hand up and searched for her G-spot, and found it as she was coming down from her climax.

"OH, NO!"

"What's wrong?" I asked, worried that I might have hurt her.

"I'm so sorry, but I'm ... I'm gonna pee!"

"No ... no, you're not gonna pee. You're gonna cum again. That's you're g-spot I'm playing with."

"Huh?" And then she screamed and clenched my head between her thighs as she came hard, drenching me in her juices. I drank some and the rest coated my face. I moved up and held her tight; we kissed and shared a long, lingering period of satisfied after play until she'd finished with her climax.

I knew I had to get off at least once, if not twice before letting her get away. She may have had the hots for Larry, but once I fucked her she'd have to consider doing it again with me from time to time. And so, breaking a kiss, I gently caressed her cheeks to focus her attention on me. She was panting heavily, and her eyes were unfocused, unseeing. I laid her down, on the blanket, and said, "My turn," and she laughed lewdly.

Jessie said, "Wanna suck, or a fuck?" and caught me off guard with her whorish attitude.

"As your reward, I mean..."

I smiled at her and said, "Just close your eyes and enjoy, Jessie," and moved to a kneeling position. Holding her legs up and spreading them, I placed them on my shoulder. Her juices were seeping onto the blanket and her clitoris was distended. Licking her from bottom to top, I hit directly on her clitoris with the bottom of my tongue; that one touch was enough. She screamed, and I mean, she really screamed; the sound echoing from tree to tree for a great distance. Her hips lurched and I sank my dick into her.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck, Aubrey!" she screamed, as her toes curled with both pleasure and pain. I was slamming it into her, relentlessly rubbing that spot that was designed to throw her over the edge again, but hopefully not before I got my own blissful feeling.

I was close, and pulled out. Jessie whimpered at the loss. My chest was heaving as I tried to recapture some air into my lungs.

"Put it in! Put it in!" she wailed.

Dropping her legs from my shoulders, I set her on all fours. Apparently she had never done it this way before and protested, thinking I was going for her ass. She continued to struggle, but not as hard, until I slid into her slippery sheath again, and then she gave a loud moan of satisfaction.

"I thought ... I thought..." she started to say before I cut her off.

"You thought I was after your ass," I said curtly. "You should know me better than that."

"Sorry," she said contritely, and then after I rolled against her g-spot, "OH, PLEASE ... DO THAT AGAIN!"

She started squeezing my dick with her cunt muscles, and it was my turn to moan. "Oh, baby ... yes!"

And then we were both at the edge. Jessie moaned hysterically, and began shaking in a wild fashion as my hips pummeled her cunt. Her knees started trembling and I thought she was going to cave in on me. Then my cock was twitching and expelling my load into her. I hoped she was on the pill. Then hoped if she got pregnant, she'd lay the blame on Larry.

When I finished coming, I slowly pulled out, and remembered to hold her in my arms.

We began to calm down, our breathing approached normal limits again, and I heard her sigh.

"What?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"Why the sigh?"

Jessie laughed, although not wantonly this time. "It's my legs ... or rather my pussy. There are strange sensations there. I never had them with Larry."

"Really?" I said, growing interested.

"You ... you're so huge ... I mean, will I be walking all right later ... tomorrow? I mean, I've got a date with Larry and..."

"You'll be fine," I assured her.

"But what if I'm not?"

"Tell him you've got your period, and blow him if he's horny."

"Ha! It's easy for you to say."

"Ha, right back at you. You can blow him easily enough, or isn't your mouth working either?"

"Don't be such a bastard, Aubrey! We just finished..."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"But you did, you hurt my feelings."

"Want me to eat you again?"

Her whole attitude changed with those words. "Would you?"

"Sure, I love the taste of you."

"Really? I taste good?"

"Absolutely."

And to prove I meant it, I went down on her again, ignoring my own sperm for the most part by concentrating on her clit.

It didn't take long to get her going. Gently sucking on her clit, I felt her hands go to my head and squeeze. Within a minute or so she was screaming and jerking her hips. I knew I could only pay so much attention to her clit before it got too sensitive, and moved back to her pussy, sending my tongue into her and sucking on her labia. I swallowed some of my sperm in the process, later I would learn this act had a name all its own, but just then I was preoccupied with bringing her off.

I worked two fingers into her snatch, felt it flutter at the welcome intrusion, and gave her clit another swipe of the tongue. That did it. She responded with soft wails that turned into yelps and little screams each time I stroked with my fingers. I didn't dare try the g-spot; instead, I worked her to a second orgasm, stimulating her clitoris, while working her juicy cunt with my fingers.

A few minutes later, she gave another scream, this time softer, and had her second orgasm, wailing like a wounded animal. It wasn't as sharp as her first one, but it was a long one. She kept wailing and I was getting concerned whether she would breathe. Her body was shaking and trembling, her head whipping from side to side. Her hips kept lurching against my face, and her thighs tried to squeeze me. 

Then, her wail turned into moans and she started to gasp and pant. Her inner muscles kept fluttering and pumping her fluids, wetting my fingers and the blanket under her ass. I brought her down gently, drawing out her pleasure and listening to her breathing. Her belly was contracting, and I was sure she would be sore that night and all the following day. I formed a mental movie of her going down on Larry, feigning her period as the reason she couldn't let him in her pants.

When it was over, I used the edge of the blanket to wipe my hand and chin, then went about cleaning her juices from her thighs and pussy. 

The part of the blanket under her ass was soaking wet with her juices, and I was sure the stain wouldn't come out in the wash.

Her hair was tousled, but because it was cut short in an easy to keep style, it wasn't messed too badly. She had a fine sheen of sweat from all the thrashing during her orgasms, and her heavy make-up needed refreshing. 




Handsome Ch. 16



When she finally opened her eyes, they were soft and relaxed but, instead of the lethargy of an orgasm, her blue eyes were shining with a strange hue. The arousal was still there. I could see she would be ready to go a few more times in a short while, but the edge was off; her burning need temporarily satiated.

"Jessie ... can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Aubrey ... anything."

"Why do you use so much make-up?"

"What!"

"The make-up..."

"I heard you! How dare you?"

"Hey ... I..."

"Fuck you! I let you bang me and then you criticize me like that. You've got one hell-of-a-nerve!"

She was up and throwing her clothing on, crying openly. When he was dressed, she turned and ran off toward the cars. I was still naked and stooped to get my pants. By the time I had them on and picked up my remaining clothing and the damn blanket, she was out of sight. I ran after her, but heard her car's engine kick over long before I came into the clearing. She was gone.

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The following day, after school and some getting in shape kind of running, I was luxuriating in the hot-tub with Mrs. Whitestone and brought up my misunderstanding with Jessie to her.

"But I was giving her some good advice about the excess make-up, why did she get so pissed that she had to run off like that?"

Gerry didn't answer me at first, preferring to send her right foot between my legs, ultimately lifting my dick up to the surface where she could see it.

"Aubrey, my dear, apparently there is a lot you don't know about women. Please don't take offense, for someone your age, you know a remarkable amount about what women want, need, and like. What I'm getting at is most women are cursed with insecurities because of ... well, the media and what they say a woman should be. We're bombarded with crap. You see it in the newspapers, on TV, and those God-awful magazines like Cosmo, just to name one. Women always have to compare themselves with visions of perfection, and as a consequence, always come up short. And why wouldn't they?

"So when little miss ... what's-her-name, heard you say she wore too much make-up ... well, she kind of blew a fuse. You had just made love to her. Undoubtedly made her feel better, and more womanly then she'd ever felt before. That is, if you gave a half decent performance. And I expect you did. Experience tells me there's nothing like a fresh pussy to inspire a man.

"Give her a day or two to think things over. Women analyze every word spoken, every facial expression, every possibility of their time with a man, and so given sufficient time to think, she'll come around to your reason for saying what you did, and she should, if she has an ounce of brains in her young head, conclude that you meant well by her when you told her about the excessive make-up."

"You think?" I said, as a feeling of relief swept over me.

"Aubrey, I absolutely guarantee it, now put that rising pole of yours into my pussy. It's starving for the kind of affection only you can give it."

Gerry slid down in the tub and locked her legs around my waist as I sank into her cunt. We both sighed with that satisfaction, me on feeling her tightness closing down on my cock; she on feeling my shaft parting her vaginal walls. It's almost beyond description, the loveliest of feelings surpassed only by the moment of climax ... and nothing beats that feeling.

We settled into a leisurely fuck and I used that to ask Gerry another question I considered important. "So, do I wait for her to come to me?"

"No, you go to her, apologize. She'll accept it and you'll be back in her good graces. Might even blow you right then and there," she said laughing.

"While we're on the subject, how is it that Hank doesn't mind us getting together like this?"

"Because men are naturally predators when it comes to women and sex, I encourage him to get laid wherever he can with only one proviso."

"What's that?"

"That he stays free of STD's"

"I thought women preferred men ... their men to remain monogamous."

"Most women do. But again, that's because of their basic insecurities. Women who have worked in strip clubs, or prostitutes have much better insights into how a man thinks, and what a man wants in a woman."

"What's that?"

"They'd like to come home to a different woman every night, or at least some nights.

"Some women change their mannerisms, such as the way they dress, hair styles, even wear wigs. Hank and I used to agree to meet in a lounge. We'd arrive separately, and he would pick me up. I would try to look different each time. And for a long time that sufficed."

"So, what happened?"

"One night, another guy moved in on me before Hank arrived. I was enjoying the attention, and let the guy sweet talk me, even after I saw Hank come in. To my surprise, Hank signaled me to keep going, and at a given point, when Johnny, that was his name, had to take a ... I mean go to the bathroom, Hank pretended to move in on me. It was what he said in Johnny's absence that got me about as horny as I'd ever been to that time."

"What the hell did he say?" I asked and accidentally slipped out of her pussy. I made a quick refit and we continued to move so slowly back and forth that if it weren't for the jets in the tub, I doubt we'd have made a ripple in the water.

"He was about as nervous as I'd ever seen him, but he asked me if I wanted to fuck the guy."

"And?"

"I said yes, but only if he was there with us."

"You didn't!"

"I did, and he agreed. We went home with Johnny and they took turns fucking me silly. It was so good that we agreed to meet again the next Friday night, and do so for about two months."

"What happened?"

"Johnny was in an accident. He was in the hospital for several months. By then Hank and I had turned to swinging. Do you know what that is?"

"Um, making it with a group ... something like that?"

"Yeah, something like that. Now let's get serious here, I need a good cum, baby."

I leaned closer and kissed her as my hands slipped underneath her to grab two handfuls of her asscheeks. After the kiss, Gerry laughed and propped her legs up as high as she could on my body to give me what depth she could while keeping her head above the surface of the water.

I pumped in and out of her in short, fast strokes. They were not as pleasurable as running myself in and out of her for what my length allowed, but it was all I had the mental energy for. 

I moved from her lips and put my face in the hollow of her neck. She whispered to me; I do not remember what she said, but it was a comfort as my orgasm built. She began to squeeze me with her pussy, which only quickened the approach of my release. I sucked where her neck joined her shoulder knowing it would leave a mark but wanting to mark her even if only temporarily. I knew Hank wouldn't mind.

It was all over too quick for me. I pulled out as far as I could and thrust into her one last time. Gerry knew what it meant; and at the bottom of the stroke as I hesitated, she gave me the last bit of stimulation by squeezing and releasing me. I felt it just inside my ass; the ting of pressure being released. I felt my balls relax as my load flowed up my dick, and as I came, she marked me by sucking in the same place I had her.

Gerry kept squeezing and releasing me, milking me until I collapsed on top of her. She whispered to me as she stroked her hands up and down my back. 

I still could not separate what she was saying into distinct words. They brought me back down to reality slowly though. I tried to move to her side, but she gripped my body with her legs and arms to keep me in place.

"Stay here, like this," she said. "Just stay a little longer."

I wanted to please her, so I did just that. She rewarded me by telling me what women saw in me. My guess is that she was reiterating what she saw in me. But her phrasing was what women in general, saw. And I was fascinated.

"They see your mouth," she said. "It calls out to them. They want to feel your lips on theirs. Next they notice your ass. Yes, your tight little butt. Women like a man with a firm ass. They seem to think it makes for a good lover. I think they really mean a good ass means they guy's a potential pile driver when it comes to fucking. 

Women love that. Almost all of us fantasize being screwed in an alley someplace, our dress up around the hips, with our back rubbing against a filthy wall, being jack-hammered to orgasm after orgasm, by a brute of a man with a big cock."

"Really?"

"Really. You also have marvelous eyes, Aubrey; they are marvelous, absolutely marvelous."

"You're beginning to sound like Billy Crystal on Saturday Night Live," I told her, and we both laughed.

"I'm so very wet, Aubrey," she said. We were standing on the edge of the hot-tub. Gerry sat down on one of the lounges and spread her pussy with her thumbs. 

"Look here, Aubrey. Come closer, take a good look. Tell me what you see."

I see ... pink ... and the lips appear swollen, but I guess that's..."

No! Not that. Look closer."

I did, but couldn't offer any new insight that might satisfy her.

"Do you see your reflection?"

"Huh?" I realized how stupid that sounded and apologized. "I'm sorry, but I..."

"That's okay. Only one guy ever saw his reflection in my wetness."

"Who was it?"

"Never mind. He ... he's gone."

"Dead?"

"Yeah ... he's dead. A long time now," and she began to cry. I pulled her into my arms and tried to sooth her, to end her crying, but couldn't.

We walked inside, side by side and I put her to bed, and after twenty minutes saw that she was sleeping, and I left before Hank came home.

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The following day I made it my business to use the track at the football stadium, where the cheerleaders practiced. I saw a couple of them watch me as I ran past them, including none other than Jessie Von Broklin.

I ran and kept running until the girls were finishing up with their practice. Only when I saw their coach leaving did I trot towards the cheerleaders. Jessie stepped away from them to meet me.

I didn't get any hugs or kisses, nor did I expect any. But I did get a big smile and an apology.

"I'm sorry about running off on you," Jessie said.

"I'm glad you are. That was a terrible thing to do. I mean I could have been eaten by a grizzly bear, or something."

She appreciated my attempt at humor and laughed louder than she should have. I was back on firm ground with her.

"Walk with me?" she said imploringly.

"Sure," and I fell in alongside her.

"I'm still tingling, from ... you know."

"It's known to have long term effects sometimes." I said for laughs, but she thought I was serious, and agreed.

"It does, doesn't it? I'm amazed, really I am."

"Want a repeat performance?"

"Oh, yes!"

"When?"

"Um ... I'd like it now, but Larry's supposed to pick me up ... so..."

"I'll take a rain-check, then. You still have my number?"

She bit her lip. I knew she'd tossed it, and asked her to get a pen and paper. Jessie scampered over to the other girls and asked for pen and paper, which one of the girls provided.

I scribbled my number down and pressed it into her hand. We were close enough so that at least some of the other girls could hear us, and I deliberately said, "Don't lose it, or there won't be a next time."

Glancing around to see if Larry was on the scene, I saw that the coast was still clear, and I pulled her close and asked her if she wanted me to kiss her.

"I..."

"Yes or no, it's a simple question."

"Yes!"

I kissed her, replicating the famous kiss bestowed by the sailor in Times Square on V J Day. You must have seen the picture, it's a classic. Then I walked slowly away, leaving Jessie standing on wobbly knees, with all the other girls as witnesses.

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My phone was ringing as I walked into the house. My mother was at work, she usually worked until six or six-thirty. It was four-fifteen. I picked up on the next ring and said "Hello."

"Aubrey?"

"Yes."

"Jessie. Can I see you?"

"Sure, nobody's here but me, want to c'mon over?"

"I'll be there in ten minutes, okay?"

"I'll be waiting."

Twenty minutes later we ended a torrid kiss, and Jessie wriggled away from me, got up and slowly, provocatively, stripped her clothing off.

"Very nice," I said, and watched as she lay down on my bed and spread her legs, then, using her thumbs, spread her pussy open, showing me the pink.

"C'mon, big fella, eat me!" she half moaned.

"No," I said, and saw her eyes go wide in shocked surprise.

"What?"

"You're gonna blow me first."

Jessie exhaled, as she tried to regain her composure, then seemed to do so, and with a beguiling smile that I knew was forced, nodded her head, and said, "Come to me, Tiger!"

I moved to her and she yanked my shirt up and put her teeth on my chest. A moment later, she was sucking on my nipple. I had to admit it felt pretty good. She kept going, licking around my bellybutton, down to the waist of my sweatpants. My cock was trying to tear its way free of my jockey shorts.

Jessie helped free it by jerking the sweats and jockey's down to my knees, and then took the head of my cock into her mouth with a groan.

"Jesus Christ, Jessie, where'd you learn to do that?"

"Porno movies. Larry and me watch them at his house. They're his father's, did you like it?"

"Hell yes. What else did you learn?"

She grabbed my dick near the top, rubbed her fingers along the crown while licking the base just about where my balls met my dick. She licked her way down to my balls, and took one into her mouth.

I groaned and my hips jerked towards her. She took my other testicle into her mouth, and stroked her other hand down my dick. I felt like I had never been hard before; like this was my first ever erection. She licked me from my balls up until she could circle the most sensitive part of my cockhead using a hard pressure with her tongue.

Taking me from her mouth, she studied my dick for a moment, then spit on it and rubbed the saliva all over the cock she held tightly in her little fist. Not satisfied, she added another dose of saliva, and now my cock was glistening, slippery, and twitching with her secretions.

I watched, transfixed as Jessie circled the base of my erection with a thumb and forefinger, gripping it snugly, then sliding up and down. My cock was wet with her saliva and my oozing precum. On the topside she began using her tongue, licking the shaft and swirling around the head, then alternating that with taking half of my cock into her mouth and sucking, hard.

"Fuck!" I could not help making it almost a scream, as she took the head of my dick into her mouth and sucked it while stroking my dick with her right hand. Her other hand came up to massage my testicles, and my body felt like it was in the middle of a great orgasm. My upper chest itched, the hair in the back of my neck was sensitized, my toes were curled, I had fistfuls of blanket and my hips were pushing up into her, I couldn't breathe, and my eyes were squeezed shut so hard there were explosions of color behind my eyelids.

"Jessie!"

She crawled up my body, making sure that she rubbed her skin along my dick. Her lips touched mine gently, and she took my lower lip between her teeth. I put my hands on both sides of her face and kissed her as deeply as I had ever kissed anyone in my life.

She was the one to break the contact this time. She stared into my eyes for a long time.

"Do you do this with Larry? I asked, then answered my question, "If you do and he ain't doing you, you better dump him."

"I've never done anyone like this before. You make me so hot ... I just ... have to have you in my mouth.

I kissed her deeply again. I tried to take some of her essence into me from her mouth to have something of hers to keep. She broke the kiss again to look at me.

"You're not finished with me, are you?" I asked.

Jessie brought her face back to kiss me again, and rubbed my dick with her tummy. I wrapped my arms around her and grabbed two handfuls of her ass. I squeezed her butt cheeks hard, and kissed her just as hard. She gasped into my mouth at the increase in intensity and pushed herself back into my hands.

Eventually she pulled out of the kiss to give me her neck. I was careful not to leave a telltale hickey. I explored both ends of her body; one with my hands and the other with my mouth. I ran my fingers between her asscheeks. I pushed her up closer to me so that I could take a nipple into my mouth. 

She groaned; as I moved one hand underneath her to kind of saw along her pussy lips. The other hand I used to stroke the skin between her asscheeks again. She was getting wet, so I focused on her pussy. I moved my top hand so I could touch her lips, and focused my bottom hand on her clit. I could feel her getting closer to her orgasm as I penetrated her cunt with a finger. I sucked the very tip of her nipple, and played my tongue on it as if I were playing a flute.

"Oh," she moaned. "I love that!"

I pushed the finger deeper inside her, and increased the pressure on her clit as I rubbed circles on it. She was losing control, on the cusp of a nice cum when I stopped abruptly.

"Huh? What?"

"Finish the blowjob," I said softly.

"What! Are you kidding? I'm almost there!"

"No, I'm not kidding. Make me cum with your mouth. You don't have to swallow, but make me cum with that lovely mouth."

"Oh, for fuck's sake!"

But Jessie gobbled me into her mouth, and then repeated her earlier actions of spitting on my dick and taking half of it down her throat before gagging and relinquishing it to her right hand.

"C'mon suck it," I said, "You don't have to swallow it!"

Jessie engulfed the head and started sucking voraciously. I maneuvered her so that her head was hanging off the bed and I was kneeling with a leg on either side of her chest, feeding the old tube to her. That way she was able take more of my cock into her throat.

The only problem she had with this was the amount of salvia she was generating in the process. She solved that problem by spitting it out, only it landed on her face, and the second time she did it, it covered her left eye. But she keep sucking and was now making loud slurping noises. But I had to hand it to her, she was really into it, and I couldn't remember a better blowjob.

Then the phone rang.

"I gotta answer it," I told Jessie. "It must be my mother. She may be coming home late, or something." I reached for the phone with my cock still between her tightly sealed lips.

"Hello?"

"Aubrey?"

"Yeah, who is this?"

"You don't know my voice?"

"I'm going to hang up if you don't tell me who this is."

"Don't! It's Leah ... Leah Tarred, you know, the cheerleader."

"Oh, high," I glanced at Jessie and shrugged, like I didn't expect this.

Jessie had one hand around my dick, and was nodding her head forward, trying to deep throat me. She had made a great improvement using this angle, but I rolled us over and changed her position, so that she was now kneeling between my legs.

"So, Leah, how'd you get my number?"

"Oh, Jessie threw it away. I picked it up, you know, to see what you had written, and when I saw it was your number I kept it."

"Why did you call me?"

"Jessie ... um, said when ... you know ... we asked her why you kissed her ... and wow ... you sure did kiss her, you know? I mean, it was so hot and all."

"Leah, could you get to the point, I'm kinda busy now."

"Oh? What are you doing?"

"I'm getting a blowjob."

"What! You're kidding me, right? I mean, who would tell somebody ... I think that's so mean of you to say something so nasty."

"I am getting a blowjob. Listen carefully. You can hear her sucking my dick!"




Handsome Ch. 16



I held the phone close to Jessie's mouth, and she obliged by slurping even louder.

"You're making that noise, Aubrey! And I gotta say I'm not impressed. And I'm offended that you'd pull something like that over the phone."

"Hey, Leah, you called me. You asked me what I'm doing, and I told you."

"But..."

"No fucking buts'."

"You're kidding, right?"

No, I'm serious. You do hear her, don't you?"

"I hear something," she admitted.

"Hold on a sec," I said, and leaned close to whisper in Jessie's ear. "I want you to moan, make some lewd sounds. Change you voice, we don't want Leah to know it's you."

Jessie took me from her mouth, nodded to show she'd understood me and moaned into the phone.

"Did you hear that?"

"Yes, that was definitely you," Leah said, sounding very sure of herself.

I tapped Jessie on the shoulder and indicated that she should do it again, then I started talking to Leah.

"You hear me now?"

"Yes, I hear you," she replied.

"And can you hear the other sound as well?"

There was a silence for a moment as Leah listened closely. I heard an intake of breath as Leah realized that there was indeed, someone else with me.

"Who ... my God! You are getting head!"

"I'm glad you finally agree."

"Who is it?"

"It's no one you know, and it's none of your business."

Leah was persistent if nothing else. "Is it Jessie?"

I had to give her credit, but I also had to mislead her. "No. Have you ever heard the acronym, MILF?"

"I don't think so, why?"

"It stands for 'Mothers I'd Like to Fuck."

"And?"

"And, had you heard about my dance recital mishap?"

"No."

"It was the Nutcracker, around Christmas. I take ballet and ... well, I can pick the girls up, the other s are too young. Anyway, I'm wearing these tights ... you know? The short version of this story is I got an erection."

"Wow!"

"Yeah, anyway, it caused a sort of sensation among the women in the audience. Suddenly I was very, very popular, if you understand my meaning."

"The mothers were after your bod?"

"Exactly."

"And one of them is ... there with you now?"

"Exactly."

"I could have sworn it was Jessie."

"Why Jessie?"

That got a rise out of Jessie, who was shaking her head, emphatically 'No, ' but still held my penis in her mouth. I very much wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

"Because she kissed you, and all."

"If you recall I kissed her."

"Oh ... yeah, that's right."

"You see ... I bummed a ride off her the other day, and hit on her. She didn't appreciate it and left me by the side of the road. I had to walk five miles before I caught a ride. I thought she'd go out with me. You know, on the side, without Larry any the wiser."

"And she dumped you, then and there?"

"Exactly."

"So how is it you kissed her?"

"Revenge. See, she dumped me, so okay, maybe I deserved it. But maybe she led me on a little too."

"Did she?"

"Maybe. Anyway, when she apologized for dumping me out in the boonies, I knew she felt guilty, and kissed her to get even. It was a really good kiss too."

"I'll say. It made all us hot on the spot."

"So, now that I've cleared that up, why'd you call me?"

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot, what with you getting..."

"Leah!"

"Oh, yeah ... um, would you consider going out with me? I mean..."

"Yes."

"Did you say, yes?"

"Yes."

"Oh-my-God!"

"Leah, c'mon, do you want to go out?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Pick me up at my place at seven."

"Okay!"

"Do you know where I live?"

No, I don't."

I told her, and gave her directions. We hung up and I realized that Jessie was still dutifully blowing me. I was amazed that I hadn't come.

"You're going to fuck her after I leave?" Jessie said accusingly.

"Yeah ... and you're going to fuck Larry tonight."

"But he won't know I've been with you," she said reaching for a plausible reason, but failing to grasp it.

"Look, the only reason you came on to me was because you heard that I like eating pussy."

"That's not true!"

"Of course it is. You just about told me so yourself."

She was silent for a moment; then came back with: "No, I really like you, Aubrey."

"But you're going steady with Larry. You told me you love him."

"So?"

"You can't have it both ways." In saying this I knew I was full of it, as I was certainly looking to have it both ways.

I was kind of surprised when Jessie stood up and turned me around with my back to the bed, then she shoved hard against my chest, knocking me backwards. By the time I landed she was on her knees, and had about five inches of my dick in a double lip lock.

"Oh, shit! That feels great, Jess!" I said, propping myself up on my elbows so I could watch as her head bobbed up and down. She was sucking hard, and her tongue was stroking the sides of my dick, then when she got to the head she lapped it all the way around. Kind of like it was an ice cream cone on a hot day, and she didn't want it to drip.

Every so often Jessie looked up at me and rolled her eyes, looking really happy. Not as happy as I felt though, her mouth felt so damn good and it was making these fantastic, wet slurping noises.

Then she pulled completely off of me, holding my dick upright with one hand.

"Like this, don't you, you bastard?" Jessie said, even as she studied my dick as a big drop of pre-cum oozed out of the tip and starting to run down the head. She pounced on it and licked me clean, then sucked the tip for more, all the while making a low moaning noise.

"You said ... you've never done Larry like this ... right?"

She took me from her mouth to answer. "No ... not yet, but I plan to ... tonight."

"Let me give you some advice, okay?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Start sucking him just like this. You know, give him a taste, and then stop. When he asks what the fuck's going on, you know you have his attention. Then tell him if he wants more of the same, he's got to eat you too. It's only fair. If he agrees, finish him off. If he doesn't eat you, then I say dump him. There are plenty of others who'd die to go down on you. If you can't find them, I will."

"You'd do that for me?"

"Of course I would."

"Oh, Aubrey, I'd do anything for you," she said, and started kissing the head of my cock again. This time she had one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, and with the other, she started to stroke the inside of my thighs, shoving them back so that my legs were spread even further apart.

"I saw this in a porno flick ... I've always wanted to try it," she husked before taking me into her mouth again, fast and hard, letting her lips slide down way further than the first time. I could feel the head against her tonsils, but she kept pushing, arching her neck to line it up.

I felt myself slide into her throat, and she bobbed back and forth with short little strokes. I felt my balls start to tighten up.

"Jessie ... I'm going too cum!" I yelled, wanting to warn her; but she must have talked to someone about blowjobs, and had an answer for that. She grabbed my balls and squeezed, at the same time she pulled them away from my body. Whatever the hell that did, it sure knocked any thought of coming out of my head. I felt really dizzy, and I was struggling to breathe.

She came up for air for a second, and then swallowed my dick again. This time her nose went all the way into my pubic hair and she started making a humming noise deep in her throat so that her vocal chords were vibrating against me. 

She pulled harder on my nuts, and I had no choice but to slide toward her. When my whole butt was hanging off the edge of the bed she let up; apparently that was where she wanted me.

With her free hand Jessie started cupping and squeezing my ass, which felt really weird. I was grabbing at the sides of the mattress, trying to keep from sliding farther off the bed. Jessie was leaning against me so that my knees were forced really wide, and I was having trouble keeping my feet on the floor. Meanwhile she was still deep-throating the daylights out of me as my dick continued to swell in size.

All the drool from her mouth had been draining down off my cock and was now running into the crack of my ass, so it was really wet in there when she started to run a finger between my ass cheeks. I didn't notice it at first with everything else going on, but it sure as hell got my attention when she shoved the finger into my asshole up to the second knuckle.

"Whoa! What the fuck!" I yelled, pawing with my feet trying to get some leverage.

I'd never had anything up my ass like that before and my mouth was opening and closing like a fish on a dock. It felt like I needed to take a dump really bad, but couldn't. She was looking up at me, and her eyes said she'd be smirking big time if she didn't have a mouthful of dick.

After a minute my sphincter muscles started to relax, and even though Jessie was pushing the finger in deeper and even wiggling it around, the feeling wasn't that bad. It actually felt pretty good, combined with the dick sucking. I figured out that it must be her middle finger, because she was gripping my ass like a bowling ball, the other fingers spread wide holding my cheeks apart.

Things got even better when she let go of my nuts and moved her right hand up to get a solid grip on the base of my cock. Her head was bobbing up and down faster now, but not as deep, and she was paying way more attention to the head of my dick like she was waiting for me to cum in her mouth. 

And when she started making these weird-moaning noises like she was possessed by a semen-sucking alien monster or something I had a moment of panic. But then I was cumming, and cumming, as the first and then the second surges of cum went rampaging up my shaft and slammed into the roof of Jessie's mouth.

Jessie was sucking and swallowing like a vampire, trying to pull out every drop I had in me. She was swallowing after each spurt, and going "Mmmmmm" like a kid with a jawbreaker in her mouth. All the while she had her eyes locked on mine.

When my dick started to soften and the cumming had slowed to an occasional dribble, she released my legs, gave my dick one last suck and followed it with a kiss.

"Mmmm," that was yummy, Aubrey," she said and lay back, then spread her legs providing me with a view of her tuft of blonde hair on her mons.

"Rest up a minute, and then you can do me, all right?"

"Mmmm, sure, baby, sure."

I took a minute, and then started with her tits, nibbling and sucking on her firm nipples, while my hand found her pussy. After a minute the tiredness I'd felt moments before faded away.

"Ready?"

"Hell yeah, I'm ready. I'm always ready for your tongue, Bree." That said, Jessie drew up her legs and spread her knees impossibly wide.

By the time I buried my face in her pussy, her clit was already showing, so I started laving it with my tongue, not concerning myself with the fact that she might not be ready for the full service treatment. I knew damn well she was ready.

Jessie sighed, and placed a hand on the side of my head and let her fingers tease my hair; her other hand was rubbing and pinching her nipples.

I dipped my tongue into her wetness and had her moaning and panting instantly.

I sucked her clit into my mouth and she clenched her thighs against my cheeks and began writhing around on the bed. I sent two fingers into her pussy and a moment later sent the middle finger of my other hand into her ass.

That was enough to push her over the edge.

"Oh, Christ, I'm cumming!"

Her hips were jerking into my face as she bellowed, "My clit. Suck my clit!"

I did, and she appeared to cum again. And I decided to grant her a really big cum and rubbed the hood of flesh over her clit until it was poking up at me, and then pulled it into my mouth. It got even bigger as I sucked it and flicked it with my tongue. I worked it faster and faster, and pretty soon she gave a loud scream as a huge orgasm swept over her. I kept licking and sucking and she kept jerking and writhing, mostly involuntarily.

She began a litany of "Oh, Gods!" and a stream of gooey white fluid shot out of her cunt and straight into my face and mouth.

I was already hard as a rock again, and scooted up her body and grabbed a rubber off the bedside table and rolled it over my cock. I found her opening and slid right in.

She moaned and started to cum again.

"Count them," I said into her left ear.

"Huh?"

"Count how many times you cum."

" ... Kay," she panted, contentedly.

I grabbed her legs beneath her knees and brought them up so that her knees were beside her breasts. She gasped, as it deepened my penetration. I pulled my hips back, put weight on to her legs and pounded myself into her.

"Oh, God!" she screamed again, but only the one time as I planted ever deeper.

I pulled almost all the way out, and then I slammed into her, causing her to 'whoosh' as the breath rushed from her lungs.

I repeated the slow pulling out and the fast thrust into her deepest center. And she was struggling to recapture some air into her lungs. Yet despite this, her hips convulsed in a series of upward thrusts attempting to get me even deeper into her.

I did it again, and she started to moan and didn't stop, couldn't stop. I moved faster, slamming into her as fast as I could manage. The sweat was flying off the both of us when I first heard the sounds: "Slosh, slosh, slosh," as my pistoning cock sluiced through her sodden cunt.

"Stop!" she cried out. I did. She blew out a couple of quick breaths, and said, "Now, fuck me as hard as you can!"

I obeyed instantly, as a good lover should.

"Slosh, slosh, slosh," her juices were so copious that each thrust was forcing juice out of her and onto our thighs and pubic hair.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck me, fuck me harder!" she gasped.

"Fuckmeharder!

"Oh, harder, harder! Oh, oh!" her voice rising in pitch on almost every word.

I couldn't and wouldn't go any faster. Instead I almost stopped, and held myself to a slow withdrawal and mighty slam into, and repeated this four times.

Jessie shuddered, then groaned and started hunching her ass back at me so fast that my cock flopped out of her, causing her to panic as she reached about blindly until finding me and reinserting me, then renewed her frantic fucking until her body flowered in a mighty orgasm. Her hands fell to her sides to grasp fistfuls of the bedding. Her hips came up and pushed towards me, as if hoping that I would hesitate at the bottom of her well. But I kept going, slowly, I admit, but with long, powerful strokes until I too was coming, then I sped up, filling her cunt with my ejaculation.

Then it was over. We stayed coupled for a minute or two, both gasping a bit for breath and not even wanting to move. But of course my well drained dick wilted, it's job well done, and after I felt it slide out of its own accord there was no reason not to roll away with just a hand on one of her breasts the only physical contact between us.

We must have both fallen asleep, for I awoke with a start to my mother's voice calling my name. I called out, telling her that I was in my room, and she accepted that. I woke Jessie, told her my mother was home, and that she had better get dressed.

She was about to panic, when I told her it would be ok, that we were only studying.

Jessie looked at me and asked, "She'll believe that? That we're studying..."

"Yes ... she will." I kissed her lightly, smacked her ass a little harder than I should have, got up and started to dress. She did the same, and we went down the stairs.

Of course my mother knew better. She had, after all caught me with three girls in my room only a few months earlier. And we had our understanding. I'd use rubbers and treat the girls ... well; she'd called them women ... with respect. I had certainly tried to do just that, and was reaping the benefits.

Jessie left, and I told my mom that another girl was coming over around seven. She rolled her eyes and then composed herself. Then she smiled and said, "You had better get something nourishing to eat. You'll need all the stamina you can muster. I can't belief I have a Nympho for a son."

She ruffled my hair and gave me a big hug, and set about making dinner. 



Handsome Ch. 17



Chapter 17

Introducing, Leah Tarred

At seven sharp, Leah Tarred pulled into my driveway and honked the horn.

"Tell her not to do that again, Aubrey," my mother said admonishing me.

"I will, Mom," I said and ran out to greet Leah.

Leah was a lithe, very flexible young thing, almost nineteen, with long brown hair and almond shaped eyes that hinted at some Asian genes in her past. She had almost no breasts to speak of, but her nipples were certainly pronounced under the thin yellow sweater she wore.

"Hop in!' she called out with a nice smile.

"Naw, c'mon in. My mother wants to meet you."

"What! Your mother...."

"Come in. I told her we're going to be studying for a math test."

"I don't have any books..."

"We're using mine. C'mon, we're going to study in my room. We won't be disturbed."

That convinced her, and Leah got out of her car and locked it. "Your room, huh, Aubrey?"

"Yeah, that okay?"

"You're one of those guy's plans ahead, huh?"

"You might say that," I said, putting my hand around her waist and escorting her into the house. I was surprised that my mother had made herself scarce, and led Leah right to my room, closed and locked the door behind her.

Leah turned slowly, taking in the room. "It's nice," she said.

"Come closer, I want to kiss you."

"Oh, yeah ... I want that too!"

Our lips met, and knowing how hot Leah had gotten from seeing me kissing Jessie, I expected her tongue to coming slithering into my mouth. But there was no tongue, and I let it be, just the soft touch of her lips on mine, pressing ever so gently, like a whispering wind full of promise.

Leah must have noticed my restraint, because she pressed her lips a little more firmly as the kiss went into the second thirty seconds. Maybe it was the touch of my fingers on her cheek, I don't know, but her mouth opened and she responded with what amounted to an almost serpentine tongue that darted into my mouth, almost overpowering me as it began licking mine.

I knew instantly that her tongue was much longer than the other girls and women I'd kissed. I had a fleeting image of her sending that tongue up my ass, but she pulled her tongue away from mine and ended the kiss; and before I could react, began licking my ear closest to her. It wasn't a subtle, gentle licking but a strong insistent one, which corresponded with her mood. And when I had the opportunity, I looked into her eyes, and saw the flames dancing brightly in them.

Later on Leah told me that a tingling had spread through her whole body, and seemed to collect down in between her legs, where she could already feel some wetness spreading.

She reached up, and putting her arms around me pulled me down into the bed with her, so that I fell into her lap. My head fit naturally into the V between her neck and her shoulder, and there I rested it briefly, only to turn slightly and begin a kissing and licking of that very sensitive juncture. The effect on her was electrical; we were both trembling with excitement.

"Your mother....?"

"Won't bother us."

"What if she hears...?"

"She knows what's going to happen?"

Leah gave a sharp laugh, and said, "And what's going to happen?"

"We'll probably fuck our brains out."

"You're that confident?"

"You came here after I told you about the blowjob."

"Yes, but that was..."

"No bullshit."

"I understand, but..."

"You came here to get laid, or am I off the mark?" Leah didn't respond.

"C'mon, you called me. You say you found my number, and called me. You wanted a date ... again, with me. And this was after seeing me kiss Jessie. And after letting you hear the woman sucking my dick over the phone."

"Alright, alright! I came over to pick you up and take you to ... god knows where, and fuck you!"

I kissed her then, this time it went on and on, and the heat between her legs grew more insistent. She could feel my hand groping towards her breasts, feeling her nipples through the thin layer of her sweater. Almost at the same time, she was reaching to touch me, feeling between my legs and rubbing her palm the length of my erection and moaning into my mouth when establishing its approximate size.

"I tore my mouth from hers and croaked, "You're a great kisser."

"You too," she replied.

My eyes were riveted to her nipples that seemed to be trying to pop through the material of her yellow sweater.

Gradually I raised them to look at her, and found her staring at the bulge in my shorts.

"That's real, isn't it?" she said, meaning my erection.

"Yeah, it is." She was already peeling the sweater over her head. From under the sweater her voice called, "So lemme see it."

I was dropping the shorts as the sweater landed on the corner bedpost. As soon as it was free, my dick sprang up -- there is no other way of putting it and it hovered proudly at a forty-five degree angle from my body. 

Leah looked it over from close range, and murmured, "It's beautiful!"

I tried looking at it from her eyes. I saw a long, hard somewhat thick appendage with blue veins, and a purplish head.

"It's really beautiful!" she said again, and kissed the tip three times, once at the tip, once in the middle, and once at the base. "It's gigantic!" she said, re-examining my cock in its rampant glory.

"I saw one like it at the Smithsonian."

"You did?"

"Yeah," she giggled; then said, "It was in a jar filled with formaldehyde. It came off some guy named Dillinger, or something like that. The description card said it was twelve inches long ... something like that. And all the girls in my class stared at it until the teacher chased us away from it."

"When was this?" I asked, for my class wouldn't be going to Washington D.C. until the following fall.

"Last semester. I was at another high school in Denver. This is my first term here."

"I didn't know that."

I saw the lust in her eyes, then glanced down and saw her nipples, they were stiffly erect and standing out almost an inch from her pretty little tits. They seemed to be begging for my attention.

"I've never seen nipples as pretty as yours," I replied in kind. The truth was they were standing out at least an inch, and that was far more than any nipples I'd ever seen before.

"Thank you, my tits ain't so much, but my nips are a mouthful, you know what I mean?"

"I know, and can't wait to suck them."

Leah acted as if I hadn't said a word. "I'll show you my pussy in a minute, but first I wanna suck that big old cock of yours a little."

"Let me get a little suck on them first, okay?" I said.

"Okay, have it your way," Leah sighed, and I went for them, taking each in turn, finding them hard as well as long. I thought 'I might well be sucking a little kids cock, they're so long.'

I began to tease them, and she grabbed my dick and began jerking me off. But I ignored that, and sucked and chewed on them, and when I bit down a little harder than I normally would; I quickly learned that it drove Leah crazy. She began to mew helplessly, as I squeezed them and pinched them and flicked them with my teeth and tongue. 

Soon enough, both breasts were covered with my saliva. I kept at her. She moaned and squeezed my cock harder and harder. Her breathing was now shallow, almost gasping for breath. Her eyes were glazed.

"Oh!" she moaned.

"Mmmm?" I responded.

"We ... we should get naked," she groaned; and we did just that, and I heard her whisper, "Bring that big thing up here to me, lover." Moments later she was humming happily as my dick vanished into her throat.

I was transfixed. Her mouth and lengthy tongue began doing some marvelous things to my cock. I recall her popping it from her mouth and saying, "Tastes great!" Then lewdly kissing and licking the velvet soft purple head, making loud, slurping noises as she sucked away.

Those sounds, and the feel of her mouth on me, created a sheer sexy wantonness in me, and I was ready to come then and there, and pulled my dick from her mouth to prevent it.

"I don't want to come yet." I told Leah, "Let me lick you first."

"Sure, eat me out, lover," she responded, her own arousal unmistakable in her voice.

Though this was the second time she had used the word 'lover', it was the first time I'd really noticed it. And as I scrambled down between her thighs, the thought that she'd used such a word to mean me pleased me almost as much as all the sex-play they were engaging in.

"I don't want to come yet." I told Leah, "Let me lick you first."

"Sure, eat me out, lover," she responded, her own arousal unmistakable in her voice.

Leah spread her legs for me, raising her knees up. I positioned myself prone between them, with my face right up to her very wet pink lips. I began to shower little kisses on her inner thighs, and on her pubic mound. My idea was to build anticipation for the greater pleasure to come. But in this case, I could tell from the amount of lubricant, and the swollen condition of Leah's outer and inner lips, that she did not need, and would not want, very much teasing.

I drove my tongue into the lower portion of her moist slit; my nose was at the middle of her overflowing pussy and her wonderful scent had my cock throbbing crazily.

I gave her a long sweep of the tongue and elicited a moan from deep inside her. Her clit had emerged from its hiding place, and I flicked over it with the next sweeping motion of my tongue.

She was gasping with pleasure when my tongue entered her slit and licked at her tangy walls.

"Yes." she moaned, "Do it like that!" She lay back and let herself drift willingly, no longer trying to control her reactions, no longer thinking, only feeling. She spread her legs wider, to encourage me, cooing, "You're so gentle ... so gentle..."

I might have blushed at the compliment, but was otherwise occupied. Still, I wanted to please her even more, and so I covered her outer folds with soft, gentle kisses, taking care to avoid her clit for the time being, but edging ever closer to it.

This created an excitement in her that I hadn't come across before. Some partners had begged me to touch them there; others had led me there by taking hold of my head, or hair and steering me to their most sensitive spot. Leah was different; she appeared willing to wait, knowing her reward would be that much greater.

The result of this was a building of lust within her not unlike a rising tide. Soon she succumbed to the desire for release as all the others had and found she was unable to just lie there and moved her hips to press herself on the tantalizing tongue just where she wanted it. 

The resultant burst of pleasure made her moan and beg. "Please, please ... I know I'm pathetic, but lick me there. Make me come. I need to come."

There was no denying her any longer. I allowed my tongue to gently and rhythmically pulse right on the pleasure-trigger of her clit. The steady, even strokes made the sweet agony climb and build still further, until she felt even more desperate for release. But I kept right on giving her what she wanted. She didn't have to fear disappointment. She knew she could trust me.

It wasn't long before her pleasure peaked. As it did, just before her muscles tightened, I heard her murmur, "Oh, you are my lover, you sweet lover, mine!" and then the killing agony ripped through her, causing her hips to lift off the floor as the spasms drove her conscious thoughts to the four winds.

After several spasmodic hunches, her behind settled back to the floor, and I knew the orgasm was over. I lay there next to her and tried to ignore my own throbbing organ as I very gently kissed her open cunt until feeling her hands tug gently on the sides of my head. I gave her one last sweet kiss and rose up until my face was in front of hers.

It was so quiet I could hear my mother moving around downstairs. Evidently Leah heard her too.

"Will she come up here?"

"No, I've told you she won't. We have an understanding."

"You have an understanding ... about girls in your room?"

"Yes, as long as I don't get anyone pregnant."

I moved to kiss her, but she stopped me by placing a finger to my lips.

"Wait," she whispered.

"What?" I wondered what I'd done wrong.

"I just want to smell myself on your mouth ... and then..."

"You're going to taste yourself," I said finishing the sentence for her.

Leah laughed. "You read minds too?"

"No, but it followed, you know?"

She kissed me then, taking care to lick each of my lips in turn with that long tongue of hers. We continued kissing for a few minutes and then she started searching for my rigid cock, found it and gave it a squeeze.

"You've a longer than average tongue, Leah," I said, feeling obligated to point it out.

"Mmmm," she half-hummed.

"Watch this," she said a moment later, and kissed me again, but this time her tongue shot into my mouth, licked and lapped at my teeth and then started down my throat. Seconds later, I began to panic. This must have been what most girls feel the first time they attempt to deep throat a cock, I thought, as I fought the panic to a draw, and then breathed a sigh of relief when Leah withdrew the tongue from what I considered the deepest recesses of my throat. Actually, she had only entered a portion of the way.

I felt her spread her legs bringing her searingly heated cunt into contact with my raging hardon.

She broke the kiss, and said rather fiercely, "Put it in me."

"Is there a rush?" I asked just to tease her.

"Yes, I don't want to cum without you this time, I've been fantasizing about this big cock sawing in and out of me ever since you kissed Jessie."

"I like your honesty, Leah."

"I hope that's not all you like about me."

"It's not. I like a lot about you," I said and began tearing the condom open.

"Can I put it on?"

"It isn't as easy as you might think," I told her, but handed her the condom.

She made me look foolish, easily sliding the condom onto my throbbing erection.

"Good, now let's fuck!" she chirped after finishing the job. She was staring into my eyes as she spoke.

I brought my body forward, and with my hand guided the tip of my cock up to the pink shining lips of her cunt. I bent my cock down, and with a well-practiced move, popped my meaty cockhead into her tightly clinging pussy. I pushed some four inches of cock into Leah, intuitively knowing this was all she was ready for at the moment, and felt that pleasure of pleasures as I sank into her velvet sheath.

The transformation of her face was a wonder to see. The dark pools of her eyes lit up even brighter, as her mouth opened slightly and her lids closed partially. As my progression into her continued, the lids dropped more until the eyes were closed entirely. 

Some ten or fifteen thrusts later I started to jiggle my hips, working my dick into her as if it were a vibrating dildo. Leah was working too, moving her ass in circles, making sure my cock stretched and rubbed against every square inch of her vaginal walls. She grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it so that she wouldn't be alerting my mother she was being thoroughly screwed.

I began thrusting faster, and soon her muffled screams signaled her orgasm, and then a minute or so later, another.

She was in the midst of a third orgasm when then she felt me swelling, and then she yelled, "Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" as my sperm pulsed out and coated the interior of my rubber with a gigantic load as I released into a fantastic orgasm of my own.

We lay there panting and I pulled the rubber off and spilled half its content on her inner thigh.

"Jesus! That was something ... I never ... I mean it wasn't the first time, you know?"

"Was it the best?" I asked wanting to hear her say it.

"You better believe it." then she covered my face with sloppy kisses.

Eventually, I grabbed a tee shirt and used it to wipe my sperm of the two of us, while Leah giggled softly pretending I was tickling her as I wiped.

Then I fell on top of her and bit those magnificent nipples until I was afraid they'd start bleeding, but Leah yelped with pleasure all the while.

After more kissing, I got up, and began to dress. "You made me cum again," she said, matter-of-factly.

"When?"

"Just then, when you were playing with my tits."

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah, I love that ... havin' my titties roughed up. I love the feel of your teeth on them, really, I love it."

"I'll remember that," I said, and tossed her yellow sweater at her. She caught it and pulled it on.

"What should I say to your mother when we go downstairs?"

I thought about that for a moment, and then said, "Goodnight, Mrs. Morgenthall."

"Seriously? I mean, after we've just..."

"Seriously. She knows what happened. She does care, but realizes it's going to happen, and might as well happen here, under somewhat controlled circumstances."

Twenty minutes later, Leah kissed me goodnight, there having been no embarrassing confrontation with my mom.

A half-hour later we were on the phone, and I asked her out that Friday night.

"A date? A real date?" she'd said.

"Yeah, sure, a real date. Maybe a movie or something?"

"I'd love to, what time?"

We agreed on a time, and I told her I probably wouldn't see her, except at school for the next two days because baseball practice started tomorrow. Leah knew this, being a cheerleader, and took it for what it was, a slight dent in our romantic interlude.

We agreed that what had happened was wonderful, and that we couldn't wait to do it again. ________________________________________

The next day I tried pitching off a mound for the first time. I couldn't seem to grasp the nuances involved, for coach kept calling "Balk! Balk! Balk!" each time I delivered a pitch with an imaginary runner on base.

I was a little better at covering first on balls hit to the right side of the infield, probably because I had some experience playing second base the year before.

As the afternoon wore on, I began to get the hang of it, and was starting to look forward to actually pitching to a live batter.

Coach called me in and I drank what seemed like a gallon of water before he sent me out to play some shortstop. My growth spurt came in handy at the new position, as I was able to reach some balls deep in the hole that I would have been waving my glove at the season before.

The following day, Coach had me resting my arm, but permitted me to take batting practice against a new kid on our team, a right-hander, named Duane Klosterman.

Duane would become a good friend, but was apparently an eccentric kind of guy. He had a good sense of humor, and didn't take himself very seriously. In class, he seldom spoke and soon got the nickname Silent D. He could talk a blue streak, usually after having a couple beers, and was from rural Georgia, so he had a n accent that everyone found pleasing, on those rare times when he opted to speak.

Now I dug in against him, and watched his first pitch rush past me. He was fast, I gave him that, still this was batting practice, and the central idea was to let the batters get their timing down by putting the ball over the plate and letting the batter hammer the hell out of the pitch.

Duane didn't seem to comprehend this, for after I pulled his second pitch sharply to left, he dusted me off with an inside fastball that put me on the seat of my pants. I looked out at him and grinned. He nodded back, and I dug in again. The next pitch was right at my head. I was lucky to bailout in time to avoid being beaned.

The assistant coach came trotting out and had a few words with Duane, as I got back up, and dug in again.

The following pitch was a change right over the middle of the plate, but I took it, and waited for the next one. 

Duane went into an exaggerated windup and heaved the pitch at least ten feet over my head. Everyone on the bench was laughing. I felt a concern as I gripped the bat. Was he really wild? Was he trying to make me look bad during batting practice? I didn't know, and tried to put the thoughts out of my mind.




Handsome Ch. 17



After that came a fast ball down the middle and I caught it right on the label and sent it over the left field fence. Then Ed Saniki took my place in the batter's box.

"Coach," I said on reaching the dugout, "is he wild, or was he throwing at me?"

"Aubrey, I don't know. He ain't pitched much, that's for sure, but I don't know. Let's see how he handles Ed while he's batting.

Duane threw five fast balls down the middle, and Saniki missed two of them, and slapped three to the opposite field. Obviously, he could pull Duane's fast ball. Then Duane uncorked another wild pitch, perhaps twenty feet over the catcher's head. He followed that with a pitch in the dirt that had Saniki skipping rope to avoid being hit; then he settled down and sent a series of hittable pitches, each of which appeared to hit the middle of the plate.

"I think he's a Ryan Duren kinda guy."

"Who's Ryan Duren?" I asked, never having heard of him.

"Did you know I was the third string catcher with the Yankee's back in the 50's?"

"No, sir, I didn't."

"I was, and Duren was in the bullpen with me ... the late fifties, as I recall. Anyway, people sure thought he had a hard time seeing home plate. He wore these glasses with thick lenses, but his wildness, whether real or faked, served to make him one of the most feared pitchers in baseball history.

"His fastball came in at 100 miles per hour. He was as fast as Nolan Ryan and Randy Johnson; Koufax too, but he was way before your time. Thing is, he help the Yankees win a pair of world championships during his brief but glorious career in New York.

"In 1958, he led American League with 20 saves and made the All-Star team. In that year's Fall Classic, against the Milwaukee Braves, he realized the lowest and greatest moments of his career. In Game 1, the Braves' Billy Bruton singled off him to drive home the winning run in the last of the 10th inning. But in the all important sixth game, he took the mound in the fifth inning and was still there in the 10th. He got the win, and it was the biggest game of his career.

"Yogi Berra, ever hear of him?"

I nodded that I had, who hadn't?

"Well, Yogi would tell you that Duren was one of the best relief pitchers he'd ever seen. Only wildness kept him from reaching superstar status. He just walked too many batters to be used effectively in the bigs. His specialty was really wild pitches ... not unlike those young mister Klosterman's been throwing, especially while warming up. No hitters got to cozy at the plate with him on the mound. I hear he works some with kids these days, but I haven't seen or talked with him in decades."

"So you were in the Major Leagues coach?"

"Sure, six seasons in the bigs, another five in the minors before I hung the spikes up and started coaching high school ball."

"You think Duane's faking his wildness?"

"Don't know, but I'll find out, how's that?"

"I feel better all ready, coach."

The following day I got what amounted to my first taste of real pitching. I faced five hitters and did alright for myself.

Only one got solid wood on the ball, well Champ Banion, our first baseman, took me out, with a long drive to left-center. The others struck out, or popped up. I walked off the mound feeling pretty good about myself.

Over at the water cooler, Duane sidled up to me and softly asked why I hadn't thrown at anyone, and I had my answer as to his wildness.

"Duane," I said, "don't ever throw at me again as long as I'm your team mate. Understand?"

He smiled and shrugged.

"I mean it. You do, and I'll come out and kick your ass all over the field."

"You mean it?"

"Of course I mean it. You might kill someone fuckin' around like that!"

"I know where it's going, Bree."

"Do you? Do you really?"

"Yes, I do."

"Well my threat stands. Pick on someone else."

He nodded as in understanding and walked away. But after practice, he was waiting for me and walked with me to my car.

"Give me a ride home?" he asked.

"Get in," I said after opening the trunk and tossing my baseball gear in. Duane followed suit, and I drove him home.

During the ride he told me why he threw at the hitters. "My stuff, if you can call it stuff, goes right down the pipe. It don't jump, serve, or drop. Right down the old chute. So any hitter worth a damn will get around to timing me and then hit the hell out of my fastball. I can't let them make that adjustment."

"Did coach talk to you?"

"Yup, and I told him what I just told you. Of course, I added that my control's pretty damn good. I can pretty much put the ball where I want too, so the wildness is just to keep them hitters loose as a goose up at the plate."

I was feeling better, and realized I liked him. "You got a girlfriend, Duane?"

"Naw, I only moved here three weeks ago, but I didn't have a girl back in Georgia either."

"Want me to fix you up?"

"You can do that?"

"I think so. I've never ... well, shoot make me a liar, I have done it before. Worked out well too."

"Who's the unlucky girl?"

"No, no. Don't feel that way. You've got a certain charm about you. It shouldn't be that hard to find a girl for you. Maybe one of the cheerleaders will go out with you, I'll have to see."

That night I called Leah, and after some lovey-dovey talk, I asked her about a girl for Duane.

"L. O. might like him," she said after a moment's reflection.

"L. O.? I don't think I ...."

"She's kinda new too, that's why I thought of her right off. Her last name's Sailor, do you know her?"

"L. O. Sailor? Are you kidding me?"

"What? No, I'm not, why?"

"Say the whole name," I said.

"L. O. Sailor," she said, and then repeated it. "Oh, shit! It sounds like Hello Sailor!"

"You're telling me it didn't occur to you?"

"No, it didn't!"

"Why not?"

"Well ... we call one another by our given names, you know, Linda, Joyce, Jessie..."

"So calling her by her initials wasn't unusual?"

"Maybe a little, but we never gave it a thought. At least I didn't."

"I bet you'll be asking around tomorrow," I said. "More like after I hang up the phone."

We laughed at that then I said, "Be sure to feel her out about it won't you?"

"Are you sure you don't want to feel her? She's gifted in the breast department."

"I like those nipples of yours, lady."

"And I just love your big old dick, mmmm, I can still taste it!"

"I could say the same about you and that sweet pussy of yours."

"Oh, you sweet talking bastard, you. Can you sneak out and come over to my place? We can do it in the backyard."

"We could, and get caught by your father, and he'd kill me."

She tittered, probably enjoying the visual of her dad kicking my ass.

"Tomorrow night, for sure, baby, and that's a promise"

"Mmmm, I can't wait," Leah said and sighed.

"Ha, you're probably rubbing your pussy right now," I said taunting her a little.

"Ever since I heard your voice, sweetie!"

"Can you cum for me?"

"If you jerk off for me," she answered.

"I've been pullin' on it for a while now," I responded.

"Are you close?"

"Getting there."

"I'm right on the edge," she said her voice dripping with lust.

"Stick a finger up your behind, that should do it," I said.

She made a little sound, probably of pain as her finger entered her rectum, and then groaned.

"You'd better hurry, Aubrey!"

"I'm coming, Leah!"

"Me too! Me too!" she groaned and one of us disconnected the phone. Accidently of course. But neither one of us called the other back.



Handsome Ch. 18



Chapter 18

Marion Slade & Friend

Our first game of the season was against Fairmont, a team from down-state. They were supposed to be loaded this year and we were looking forward to seeing just how well we would do against their highly regarded ace pitcher. 

We started "Bone" Cleary, a big right-hander, who was as wild as I'd ever seen him. In the first, he walked the bases loaded; then gave up a base clearing double to their clean-up hitter. We went down in order in the bottom of the first, with only one batter, Allen Temple making contact off their starter. Score 3- 0.

Cleary was still wild in the second giving up two more walks before getting a double play that scored another run. Score 4 — 0.

He didn't last a third of an inning in the third; giving up back-to-back home runs before Coach changed pitchers. 

I was the lucky reliever, making my first appearance on the mound. It showed. After allowing two singles, I lost my control and walked the next two batters. Then I grooved a fastball, and the opposing pitcher took me out of the park. 

I settled down after that, and got the side out. We went down in order, grounding out to short, first and the pitcher. So far we didn't have a hit, but we were making contact with the ball. 

Score 9 — 0.

In the sixth inning Champ Banion, our big first baseman, tripled, but died on third. It was our only hit of the day, and the final score was Fairmont 9, Webster's 0.

Coach didn't say much afterward; but told us everyone has an off day, and to be on time for tomorrow's practice. 

We had another game the night after, at Mountain View, and Dennis Woods, our hard hitting right fielder would take the mound, with Duane Klosterman following him after three or four innings.

Dennis Woods sidled up to me after we'd showered and asked me how I felt out on the mound.

"Not all that comfortable," I replied.

"Takes a little getting used to," he said, and with him being a senior, I believed him.

"You're starting the next game, how do you feel?"

"Nervous as hell," he said. "But I'll be alright after that first pitch. I always am."

I left the locker room feeling a little better. After all things had to get better, hadn't they?

After the game I had my spikes tied together and slung over my neck. I had showered and was ambling along to my car wearing a pair of flip-flops and very loose sweatpants and football jersey, when a woman's voice called my name.

"Aubrey!"

I turned toward the voice, and saw Marion Slade walking toward me. My erection started the moment I saw her. 

Marion was a lean, solid woman, perhaps thirty-four years of age; about 5' 8" with slim muscular hips, and ample breasts. She had thick, dark brown hair that usually hung down to her waist, but this day was tied in some kind of ponytail, and an irresistible, ready smile. And she was one helluva great fuck.

"Hi," I called out as she approached me. I had my car door open and waited for her to reach me.

"Hi Aubrey, how are you?" she said, walking up to me. There was another woman with her, I guessed she was in her later thirties, but very attractive and certainly a MILF.

"This is Sandy. Sandy, Aubrey, he's the dreamboat I told you about. What do you think?"

"He's gorgeous, Marion, absolutely gorgeous."

Both women were devouring me with their eyes, and I returned the compliment, running my eyes up and down Sandy's lush body, pausing at her full breasts and then again at her crotch.

"Could you turn a little to the side, Sandy?" I asked politely.

She did, but Marion had to ask why.

"I'd just like to check her ass out, that's all."

"Impertinent, isn't he?" Marion said to Sandy, who laughed and replied, "Tit for tat, right, Aubrey?"

"Exactly, Sandy," I said. "I think we'll get along just fine. "Marion, are you taking me to your place, or Sandy's?"

"It sounds like he's done this before," Sandy said, giving Marion a look.

"He has ... to a point," Marion said, and then to me, "We'll take our car, will you follow?"

"Sounds good to me," I said. "And I'll call home when we get to wherever," I told them.

The women led the way to what had to be Sandy's condo. It was a plush landscaped Spanish style building and there were several young women scampering about in various forms of dress, several of whom appeared to be trying to get some rays in from the late afternoon sun, after coming home from work. I thought I could be quite happy living there.

My thoughts in that regard were preempted when Marion goosed me as we entered Sandy's condo. I yelped and the two women thought it tremendously funny.

Sandy asked if I'd like something to drink, and I asked for a Coke. She went to the refrigerator took a can of Coke out, and dropped it on the floor. 

She gave me a look that revealed her embarrassment, put the can back, and took out another, opened it and poured it into a large glass filled with ice.

I accepted the glass and took a long drink, and sat down. I had another erection and they both took note of it. Marion actually licked her lips.

"Sandy's a fund manager over at Duson and Long's," Marion said. I nodded. It meant nothing to me.

Marion babbled on, and Sandy also managed to get out a word or two. I pretended to listen, but concentrated on Sandy's legs, which were worth looking at, and something about those perfectly manicured fingernails and her self-assured demeanor made her well worth flirting with.

I called home and told my mother I was over at Duane's playing a new video game with him. Next I called Leah and told her the truth, which was that I was at a friend's house, a female friend and would be having sex with her.

"Is this the one whose husband likes to watch?"

"No, it's a different woman, and she has a friend."

"Two women?"

"Yeah..."

"You're not making this up are you?"

"No, I'm not making any of it up. I told you how it was going to be."

"I know, I know," Leah said, "it's just..."

"I'll make tomorrow special, Leah, you'll see."

"How special?"

Both Sandy and Marion were regarding me with even more interest than they had earlier.

"At least six orgasms."

"Only six?"

I laughed, "Maybe eight, how's that sound?"

"Promise?"

"I promise."

We spoke a little longer, mainly about our double date with Duane and LO Sailor, and then ended our conversation.

Marion said, "If you don't mind my saying so, you handled that amazingly well. Before you began I couldn't imagine any male telling his significant other what you were about to do and yet keeping her from going bananas on you."

I smiled and said, "And that's the power of a great orgasm ... I guess."

Both women laughed delightedly.

Sandy said, "On that basis, I'll leave it to you to get things started. How would you like to proceed?"

"Why don't you do a strip routine for us? Marion, you can sit next to me. Then you can try to outdo Sandy's performance. That should get me up for the two of you."

Sandy was wearing an expensive looking green dress, with a certain amount of cleavage, but certainly not overdoing it. Her light brown hair was pulled back, exposing her neck and her ears. 

She had on a light amount of makeup; actually she really didn't need much. Despite the slight creases around her eyes and the corners of her mouth, she had wonderful clear pale skin that contrasted wonderfully with her light brown hair.

Marion joined me on the couch. She wore a thigh length leather skirt and a white blouse with the top three buttons undone. The top mounds of her breasts were visible as was a good deal of her lacy bra. She wore a lot of bracelets that jingled as she moved her arm reaching out to cup my testicles and squeeze my dick.

"So how shall I start?" Sandy asked.

"How about a bump and grind, like the strippers do?"

"How would you know anything about strippers?" Marion asked, giving my dick a healthy hand hug.

"Pornos," I replied.

"I should have known," she said and giggled.

Meanwhile, Sandy was trying to emulate a bump and grind for me. She did alright, but wasn't really sexy at all.

"Hike the dress up," I suggested.

She did, and things sort of fell into place after that.

The next bump revealed a portion of her panties, and I clapped my hands.

She came over to Marion and me and asked us to unbutton the back of her green dress. 

Marion obliged and then Sandy slowly and tantalizingly peeled the dress off her right shoulder, leaving one cup of her bra in plain view.

A sheen of light sweat appeared on her forehead as she repeated the bump and grind.

"Come closer," I called, and she did.

"Do that again, but touch me when you do."

Sandy took a step and was now only inches away from us. Her bump had her making contact with my knee. She paused and the leaned into my leg and placing her pussy against my kneecap, rubbed vigorously against me. Even before she broke contact with me, my hand was around Marion's neck, pulling her to me and I kissed her passionately. 

When I looked back at Sandy she was almost naked, having shorn her dress and bra.

"That's great, Sandy," I said. "Now you join me here, Marion it's your turn to strip. See if you can outperform Sandy."

And I half-shoved her upright as Sandy took her place beside me. I immediately drew her into my arm and kissed her while caressing her left breast. 

Marion, standing directly in front of us, leaned over and took hold of my cock, still under cover of my sweatpants, and made its outline evident to Sandy, whose mouth formed a wide O at the sight of my not quite full sized erection.

"Let go of me, and start dancing," I said sternly. Marion backed up and tried a bump and grind.

I turned my face to Sandy's and kissed her again. Her hand meandered into my sweats and firmly gripped my dick, causing me to groan.

When I looked up at Marion, her bra was being waved in the air; her blouse was half open and of course her ample breasts were bobbing crazily under the blouse.

"Lose the skirt!" I yelled hoarsely, as Sandy's hand began jerking me off under my sweats.

Marion, unzipping the skirt called out, "Don't you dare let him cum, Sandy!"

Ignoring her, Sandy whispered, "Lift up."

I did and she pulled the sweatpants off me, letting them pool around my ankles.

Marion laughed lewdly and tossed her skirt over Sandy's head.

"Marion! You're so outrageous," Sandy said laughing almost a lewdly as Marion, who joined us on the couch, with me in the middle.

I put an arm around each of them, and alternately kissed one then the other. Four hands traced across my head and body, four lovely, experienced feminine hands. Then, while Sandy removed my jersey, Marion knelt on the floor and removed my flip-flops.

I was stark naked in seconds, my rock hard dick was being passed from hand to hand, my whole body being caressed by two MILF's.

They teased me for a time, not permitting me to remove their skimpy thongs. So I kissed them in turn, and teased their respective nipples until we were all moaning and groaning with lust.

Marion stood after a while, and pulled me gently into a standing position by my cock. Sandy ran her hand along my ass and teased my asshole. It was wonderful, erotically stimulating and somewhat humiliating when her finger eased into my ass. In her high heels, Marion was at least my height, and hissed when my hand slipped into her thong and cupped her recently shaven mound.

A moment later, grinning ear to ear, Marion led me in a little circle around the room, pulling me by the tip of my rock hard dick, while Sandy, obviously excited, sat back down on the couch, her hand busily moving under her panties as she watched Marion and me.

"Oh, Sandy!" Marion crowed, "Isn't he good? Didn't I tell you?"

"Yes you did, and you were quite right." Sandy answered; her pubis now visible to my eye as her hand movements increased dramatically.

"Aubrey," Marion said kindly, "I want you to bend over this table."

And she gently pushed me forward over the kitchen table, so that I was lying with my chest on its surface, but still standing with my naked ass in the air.

It would've been easy for me to take charge; to just flex my muscles, exert my masculinity, and tell them both to get their skinny asses into the bedroom. I'm sure they would have done it, and it would've been fun like that as well.

But Marion's hands over my ass felt wonderful, and were soon joined by Sandy's. I let myself relax, yielding to the sensation, spread my legs, so they could take turns reaching under and between to stroke my cock and balls. It was fun not knowing who was doing what, or when.

Fingers traced lightly across my back, down my spine. Hands gripped my dick; explored my thighs and calves. I surrendered myself to them, allowed them to use me, trusting the two of them. It was very special, so wonderfully weird and different. I felt a fingernail scratch across my anus; it had to be Sandy. When the finger started pushing its way inside, I was sure it was. Marion had never explored that area of my body; at least not to that extent.

It was almost too much for me; I nearly objected. But then I thought; they have a lot more experience than me, let's go further and see what they're capable of.

"Check this out, Marion," Sandy said, "Do you want to try?"

"You're so wicked, Sandy!" Marion replied. "What are we doing to this poor boy?"

"He doesn't feel very poor to me, Sandy said; and her free hand squeezed my dick."Go on, stick your finger in. It's funky."

I said nothing, waiting to see how far Marion would follow Sandy's lead.

The finger popped out of my ass, and was replaced by another. It pushed in and out slowly, in a fucking motion, while someone's hand was on my balls, and someone else was stroking my cock.

"This is a blast, Sandy. But I think we'd better get this hunk into bed."

Sandy tugged me around by my dick, so I had to stand upright, and led me towards her bedroom tossing her head once or twice along the way to smile back at me. Marion stepped up behind me and, giggling, fondled my naked ass as we walked lock-step, like convicts on a chain-gang.

I lay down on my back on the bed; Sandy lay down next to me, placed her head in the crook of my left arm, and while we kissed she played with my hard on and Marion peeled off her panties.

Marion climbed on top of me, easing herself down, smiling at me broadly, and, with Sandy holding my dick, settled down, impaling herself on me. We both moaned with pleasure at the intensity generated by the heat of each other's flesh. 

She started rocking back and forth, and hopping up and down on it. True to form, she was having a great time. Her long dark hair had become disheveled, and she shook her head from side to side, throwing it against Sandy and me.

In contrast to Marion's frantic humping, Sandy and I just kept kissing each other in an almost serene manner. There was something genuine and honest about Sandy that really appealed to me. Marion was slightly better looking; despite her having a couple years on Sandy. And good God, when it comes to fucking, she's a world champion, almost in a class of her own.

That is not to negate Sandy in any way, shape or form. A few short minutes later, the women switched places, and I discovered Sandy brought a different level of intensity to our coupling. I realized I would rather fuck her than Marion. Of course, I kept that to myself.

"There's something I have to do." I whispered to Sandy.

"All right, Aubrey, you go right ahead, I'll be waiting," Sandy replied, with a smile.

I grabbed Marion by the shoulders and pulled her down against my chest, and squeezing her breasts against me, I rolled her over so that I was on top. I gave her good fucking, and she came once or twice, it was hard to tell. I shot my load into her at last. That made the score Marion 1, Sandy 0.

I took a deep breath, pulled my cock out of Marion and reached out for Sandy. I wondered briefly if it was uncouth to pull my still firm dick out of Marion, and put it straight into Sandy. I'm sure somewhere there's a book of etiquette that can answer this question, but I've never found it. Unless one finds it best to clean oneself off thoroughly before putting it in another. But I was young, and they appeared to be unconcerned with my actions.

I found it incredibly kinky; Sandy spread her thin white legs wide, and I pushed my young hard dick into her center. A gasp escaped her, and she threw her head back, and held my shoulders in her delicate, well manicured hands.

Meanwhile, Marion's hands roamed over my ass and pulled on my balls every now and then as I gave Sandy what she was in need of.

She was a bit uptight about it, I could tell. I kissed her and fucked her and stroked her face with my fingertips. I told her she was lovely, which was true, and that it was my pleasure and privilege to be fucking her.

When she finally came, I felt a huge release of tension from her, as if a long awaited barrier had been surmounted.

While I knew Marion wanted me back, I ignored her for the moment, and kept fucking Sandy until she stiffened in her next orgasm. Even then, I would have liked to try for a third with her, but I knew that the insatiable Lady Marion was waiting patiently for me to finish with Sandy.

Well, maybe not so patiently ... for I was physically removed from Sandy's sensuous cunt, and rolled over and mounted by the horny Marion. All three of us were laughing as Marion started counting the thrusts of my dick as she rode me hard.

".... two, three, four ... mmmm, good!"

I fucked Marion for about 10 or 15 minutes, and we changed positions many times. She got on her hands and knees, and I was fucking her from behind, stopping every now and then to kiss Sandy while she stroked my balls. I've never been with any woman who seemed to enjoy sex quite as much as Marion, well perhaps Gerry, but I digress.

"Lie on your side, Aubrey," she said by way of instruction. "Lift one leg. No, the other one! That's it! Now, suck his dick, Sandy. I'm going to suck his balls. You'd better be ready Sandy, because I think he's is going to come pretty hard."

I felt Marion's finger work its way into my ass again, as my balls got sucked into her warm mouth. She finger fucked me while Sandy worked her own oral magic.

It felt like everything below my belly button was submerged in feminine attentions. My whole body felt like warm soup. I couldn't take anymore, this was the end; no man could withstand this. I felt the contractions starting in my balls, and I came harder than I ever had in my entire life.

I didn't think I could have that much in me, since I had ejaculated not long before. Spasms ran through me, running from my belly down to my knees, shooting fluid from the tip of my dick and into Sandy's waiting mouth. Even when there was no more fluid to pump, the spasms continued, vainly trying to pump something that was no longer there.

When at last it subsided, and rational thought started to become a possibility once more, my two lovers released their grip on my erogenous zones, and we relaxed for a time; a head on each of my shoulders, a sensuous, curvaceous female body under each of my hands.

Several times during the late afternoon I'd had doubts; I had wondered why I was here with these older women. But after that single incredible orgasm, I no longer could see them as anything but wonderful.

I came out of my daydream hearing Sandy moan, "Mmmm ... that feels nice..."

Turning I saw Marion moving Sandy's hair aside, and then planting soft, warm kisses along her neck and shoulder.

Whoa ... an entirely different series of possibilities opened up to me as Marion's hands went around Sandy's waist and then up to her breasts to tease her already hardened nipples.

I gnawed gently at Marion's neck as she pulled and twisted Sandy's aroused buds. When Marion kept at Sandy's nipples, I moved to hers and imitated what she was doing to Sandy.




Handsome Ch. 18



"That's the idea ... oh yes, you are a fast learner!" she hissed.

Before I knew it, my mouth was moving down her back. I wanted to kiss and lick every inch of her. On my knees now, I hugged her waist and kissed the small of her back, licked the crater there lightly, and felt her cheeks against my neck as I did. The crevice of her lovely ass came into view. My kisses continued down the sides, along her buttocks, every so often daring into the edge of the dark fissure as I kissed every spot of her gently undulating backside.

"That's lovely, Aubrey, but let me have at Sandy for a while, all right?"

"All right," I heard myself reply and I rolled away fro them and turned to watch them as they began to make love to one another.

"Yes, please!" Sandy croaked, and Marion nestled her face into the sweet smelling crevice of Sandy's ass and licked deeply.

"GOD! GOD! GOD!" Sandy whimpered.

My cock rose to full size and I had to stroke it to retain my sanity.

OH YEAH! OH YEAH! OH YEAH!" Sandy sobbed, as Marion lapped at her from the edge of her cunt back to her asshole, kept it there, darting it in and out while strumming the other's clitoris. 

I was enthralled at the musky odor emanating from Sandy's twat. It was incredible in its pungent fragrance.

I knew women were capable of the most compelling wantonness, but had not experienced anything close to what was about to happen.

Marion took me by the hand and told me to open Sandy's asshole.

"Use both thumbs, pry her open. Stick your fist in there if you can."

"What ... what will ... are you going to do?" "I'm going to eat her to a dozen cums, and then I'm going to stick you or something else up her ass, and give her another dozen cums. Is that enough information?"

"More than enough," I replied, and brought my thumbs into place.

Never once did it occur to me to do otherwise.

"Good, now don't stop doing that!" Marion urged breathlessly, as Sandy moved forward, to plant herself firmly on the couch. A quick glance told me that she had one knee on the sofa and her other foot planted firmly on the floor, as Marion positioned herself at her cunt.

Sandy, apparently not convinced that she was offering Marion her best position, put her hands against the backrest and armrest, opening herself for Marion.

By this time I had made progress with the opening of Sandy's asshole, and started inserting fingers from both hands into her, along with a great deal of spit and saliva.

Admittedly, my attention was diverted a great deal of the time as Marion licked, poked, and mouthed Sandy's gaping cunt with fervor bordering on carnivorous. She was so into eating Sandy's twat, that there were times she was actually gnawing at the inside walls of Sandy's ass, and I was ready to pull my fingers out lest she bite them too.

"How does she taste?" I asked eventually as Sandy writhed violently and was certainly at or nearing a tumultuous climax.

"Exquisite!" Marion gasped, tearing her mouth away for a moment in order to reply.

"Can I?" I asked.

"Later," she snapped, and with a muffled grunt, returned to the frothy passage that could only be Sandy's well sucked cunt.

A moment later, Marion pushed and scratched at my fingers as they moved in and out of Sandy's back door.

"Get the fuck out!" Marion snarled, and I abandoned Sandy's asshole as quickly as I could.

To my astonishment, Marion then sent her entire hand into Sandy's ass, working it in, twisting and pulling while poor Sandy could only hump the air, and whether she was attempting to rid herself of the invasive hand, or trying to get it further inside her, I couldn't tell.

"Eat her pussy, you want!" Marion grunted, and I availed myself of Sandy's drooling cunt, going down on her with gusto.

She started to cum seconds later, and I backed off to see what Marion was up to; and saw her entire hand in Sandy's ass ... right up to the wrist!

"Watch her cum now!" Marion gasped, and twisted her arm. Sandy almost leapt off the couch. I will swear on a bible that her entire body appeared to float in the air from the overpowering force of the climax wrested from her by the anal fist-fucking she was undergoing.

"Finger her! Finger her!" Marion yelled as she continued twisting her arm back and forth.

I sent three fingers into hee sopping, gooey cunt. "More! Get your hand in ... if you can!"

I was stunned ... it was Sandy's voice!

I managed four fingers and failed with my thumb, fearing more that I would break it than not being capable of forcing it into her. Still it did the trick, for she was coming again and again as both Marion and I hand-fucked her.

Both Marion and I tired without Sandy begging us to stop. When we ended the assault on Sandy's orifices, she turned around and kissed me and then Marion. Their kiss lasted a long time. Long enough for me to discover that I had a raging hardon and need someplace to park it.

I tapped Marion on the shoulder, showed her my hardon and said, "Would you be nice and bend over the couch for me?"

"Sure baby," Marion cooed, and leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands on the back of the couch. Sandy lay still under her, legs akimbo, one on the couch, one on the floor. I stepped behind Marion and methodically sent my boner into her very juicy pussy.

I let out a long, soft moan of satisfaction. She moaned too, and I began using long, slow thrusts that appeared to please the both of us.

After a few minutes I picked up the pace, make her squeal as I drilled into her.

A moment later she turned her head and looked back at me. Her mouth was open, her eyes trying to focus on my dick as it surged into her. I couldn't tell if she actually saw it or not. What I did see was that she was breathless with excitement, and that made me ecstatic. Bracing herself with one hand, she reached between her legs and began rubbing her clit.

"Sandy!" I called out.

"Huh?" she replied from her deep languor.

"Get your mouth on her cunt ... now!"

Sandy twisted her body so that her mouth was close to Marion's cunt and then started licking and sucking on the others clit while I pounded it from the rear.

Sandy gripped my buttocks to keep her from falling off the couch and I could swear that Marion discharged a gallon of juicy fluid from the new sound I heard pumping into that squishy cunt. Later, Sandy would complain that we had ruined her couch, but Marion told her to just buy another and not bother us about it. Right then I could have cared less anyway, for I was starting to cum.

"Are you coming?" Marion gasped.

"Yes!" I husked.

"Cum in her mouth, please, cum in Sandy's mouth!"

We quickly arranged ourselves so that this was possible and I jerked off until I came, splattering Sandy's face, open mouth, and hair with a copious load of steaming jism.

An hour later, after we all had showered ... with no hanky-panky ... Marion and I left a very contented Sandy splayed out on her bed, fumbling with a box of chocolates.

I made it home in time to see my mother's lover arriving. I greeted him at the door, and went to my room and turned on the stereo to avoid hearing them going at it in my mother's room. I didn't mind them at all; it was just that I'd had enough sex for one day.

Phone Talk

I had to admit it; I was dragging following practice the next day. But it was Friday and I had a date with Leah and was looking forward to seeing her. 

Then I remembered we had arranged a double date with Duane and L. O. Sailor. Throwing my duffle bag in the front passenger seat, I sat back and thought about what Leah and I should do. That is, how far should we go, this being L. O. and Duane's first date. I drove home, showered and called Leah.

"Hi," her lilting voice sang over the phone.

"Hey," I replied, ever the garrulous personality.

"Guess what I'm thinking about?" she said sweetly.

"What?" I said; still too tired to think all that clearly.

"Sucking that big ole cock of yours, that's what," she said, and followed with a tinkling innocent sounding laugh.

I wondered. 'How could a girl say something as nasty as that and sound perfectly innocent?'

After a short pause I said, "You may just get your chance later, but I'm glad you're home."

"You are? I wonder why?" There was that innocent laugh again. I wondered if she practiced it. She had told me that she practiced facial expressions in the mirror. That she'd also rehearsed various sexual positions the same way. Recalling this, my dick began a slow rise.

"Want me to get you off?"

"No ... at least not right now; about tonight, I was wondering...."

"What about tonight?"

"I mean, with L. O. and Duane."

"What about them?"

"It's their first date. I know Duane isn't experienced. In fact, he might just be a virgin."

"You're kidding!"

"I mean it. I don't know."

"Then we should let nature take its course."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean let them decide. We don't lead them into anything like we do. When they're ready they'll know it. We'll let them make out around us, and do the same, but we don't push things. If she's ready, she'll let Duane know. He won't get out of line at least while we're around them. She's a big girl; she can handle him if he gets too pushy."

"Sounds good to me," I said.

"Are you stiff and ready?" she asked.

"Always, Leah, especially when you're around."

"Take it out."

"Okay. Are you naked?"

"Not quite, but almost."

"How almost?"

"Just my thong, silly boy!" She sounded delighted at telling me this.

"Can you see yourself in the mirror?" I asked.

"Mmmm, yeah, I can."

"Pull on those nipples for me."

"Mmmmm, like this?"

"Yeah!"

"You hard as a rock?"

"Yeah!"

"You looking at the mirror like me?"

"I am."

"Touching it?"

"Stroking it. Kinda slow like."

"Pullin' on both of them. Feels good."

"How good?"

"Makes my pussy tingle."

"Wish I was there."

"Oh ... and what would you do?"

"Pull 'em even harder, for starters."

"Ooooooo!"

"Another tingle from your pussy?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Wanna do anything special?"

"I tole you before, I wanna suck it."

"Too bad I'm here and you're there."

"Yeah, too fuckin' bad ... for you."

"Why me?"

"I got my vibrator and if you listen closely, you might hear it before I slip it into you know where."

"Ah..."

"What?" she said, curious at my exclamation.

"Just squeezed some precum out."

"Ohhhh, that's super!"

I heard the faint buzzing of the vibrator and surmised she was holding it next to the phone.

"I hear it ... your vibe."

"Yeah ... and when it goes in I'll see stars. I may even hang up."

"Don't do that. Let's see if we can come together."

"That's an old Beatles song."

"No, it was after they split. George Harrison, I think."

"Oh, yeah. Oh ... it's inside me, Aubrey. Christ it feels good!"

"Good as my dick?'

"No ... but good."

I didn't tell her but I was coming right after that. And listen to her make these little grunting noises as her orgasm neared.

I grabbed an old shirt, and wiped myself off, then tossed it into the pile of dirty clothing in a corner of the room. My mother would be doing the laundry in the morning.

"Leah?"

No answer.

"Leah?"

Still no answer.

LEAH!"

"Wha?"

"Cum for me!"

Oh, oh, oh!"

I knew she was almost here and then she was coming, the soft grunts grew steadily louder. She cried out and cursed and whimpered into the phone. "I just came, but it ain't the same without you inside me, honey."

"I'll make it up to you tonight," I told her.

"Oh, good! I won't wear any underwear."

"Sexy." I said, unable to think of anything better.

'You think?" And she laughed that tinkling laugh of hers.

I hung up and the phone rang as soon as it settled in the cradle.

"Hi, still horny?" I said, thinking it was Leah calling back.

"As a matter of fact, I am, Aubrey, thank you for asking."

It was my Aunt Nicole!

"Oh, shit! I'm sorry! I ... I..."

"Stop apologizing," she laughed, and I couldn't believe how similar her laugh was to Leah's. Older perhaps, but eerily similar.

"Now ask me how I am," she said, giving me a chance to recover from my embarrassment.

"How are you?" I said, dutifully.

"I'm wonderful! Now the news I bring is this, I'm getting married!"

"What! Congratulations, Aunt Nic..."

"It's Nicole, Aubrey. Forget the Aunt crap. We've know each other ... too long to stay with that old term." 

She had deftly avoided mentioning their sexual times together, in the event my mother might have been listening.

"So when ... I mean, who's the guy? And when's the wedding?"

"The guy, as you so delicately put it, is Bill Armstrong, I don't know if you met him when you visited last."

"No, I don't believe so. I was sort of involved with you and Krista Marie..."

"I recall. All you could see was our tits and pussies."

"I saw your asses too."

That made her laugh. "You are coming to the wedding. I'm going to formally ask you to be a groomsman."

"Pairing with Krista Marie?"

"Lord, no! Her husband wouldn't approve. He's also a groomsman. Is your mother there?"

"No, but I'll tell her as soon as she gets home. She's got a boyfriend, you know."

"I know. She couldn't wait to tell me. For a while I thought we might be having a double wedding."

This was stunning news. I hadn't even thought it possible.

"Wow! I didn't know."

"Well you made my day," Aunt Nicole said. "Two pieces of big news at one time," she laughed pleasantly.

"By the way, I saw some pictures of you, and let me tell you, you're simply scrumptious!"

"Get out!" I said, feeling myself beginning to blush.

"Really, I mean it, Aubrey!" She lowered her voice to a conspiring level and said, "I remember all too well how big you were the last time I saw you. Now, well, now you're what we women call a hunk."

"Nicole..." I said and stopped.

"I mean it. I showed your picture to Krista Marie and she took it into the bathroom before handing it back to me."

Now I was laughing. "I'll have to ask her about that."

"Watch out, she'll pounce on you first chance she gets. But I'm first in line, remember that, Aubrey."

"I will, I will. Another two-some, perhaps?"

"It was a three-some, get it right, you handsome devil. And I have to ask ... for Krista Marie, has it gotten bigger too?"

"Um, yes, some I'd say."

"How much?"

"I don't know, maybe an inch."

"Oh, you've given me the shivers."

I laughed. "I'm looking forward to seeing the both of you."

"Got a girlfriend yet?"

"Yes, in fact, just last week I met a girl named Leah."

"Do the nasty with her yet?"

I laughed, and said, "Yeah, maybe tonight for that matter."

"You don't let the grass grow under those feet of yours do you?"

"I've been in demand since I danced in the Nutcracker."

"How so?"

"The tights seemed to have aroused a few member of the audience."

"The mama's?"

"And their friends, yeah."

"Jesus, Aubrey, be careful there. A disgruntled husband might hurt you."

"That's funny. I've met a husband. I was caught in the act, actually. I thought I was dead meat, but he hopped into bed with us; seems he likes to watch."

"Be careful sweetie. He might turn on you, and look out for the other men, they might seem dumb, or uncaring, but they're like a bull seeing a red flag when it comes to their omen."

"I will, and thanks for the warning."

"See you at my wedding, darling!"

"You can bet on it, Nicole. Tell Krista Marie I was asking for her."

"I will. Be sure and tell your mother, now. We can talk about things tonight when she gets home."

"Okay, goodbye, Nicole."

"Bye, bye, Aubrey, wish I could kiss you, but that will have to wait. Bye for now."

"Bye, Nicole."



Handsome Ch. 19



"There ain't no pussy alive that will not twitch when they is properly stoked." ~ Diamondmouth

 Doubling With Duane

I swung by Duane's and picked him up first. My plan was to have a word or two with him, pick up Leah and let her size up the situation and then head for L. O.'s, saving the best for last.

Duane was nervous, but anxious too. I advised him to go easy, complement L. O. and try to make her laugh. I assured him that at some point in the evening Leah and I would start making out, and give him the opportunity to get a kiss or two in with his date.

To my surprise, Leah told him essentially the same thing; stressing that he was not to grope her.

"No grabbing her boobs, you boob!" was the way she phrased it, making us all laugh.

L. O. Sailor was waiting at the foot of her driveway. I took her in for the first time. She had honey-blond hair that hung to the middle of her back, and light blue eyes. Her face was a beautiful heart shape, with a small pert nose and large lush lips. She had a very thin waist that flared out giving her a highly desirable figure. She wasn't all that tall and wore what I guessed were 3" heels to match up with Duane. She had a short torso, and this gave her a very long leg line. And the 3" heels caused her firm and well-rounded rear end and majestic chest to jut out. 

Leah had already confided that she had plenty of girls at school green with envy.

On closer inspection, I saw that she had a slight acne problem. She thought this was what was keeping the boys at bay. She was wrong about that. The "boys" were mostly timid, or already taken by more assertive girls.

I found myself taking in her breasts, probably a 34B, and apparently quite firm, with large dark areola already visible beneath her sweater. 

A couple minutes later while cruising the neighborhood, I glanced in the rear-view mirror and saw that her nipples were aroused and threatening to tear their way through the sweater's flimsy material.

Following Leah's advice, I suggested a movie and met with unanimous approval. I parked the car, and we entered the movie, bought popcorn and extra large cokes and settled in to watch the main feature. When I put my arm around Leah, Duane did the same with L. O. I must have fooled him because I left it right there and made no further moves on Leah, who started to giggle every few minutes.

When I finally whispered "What's so funny?" to her, she said, "I'm not wearing any panties."

"I'll have to check ... but later, okay?"

"Why wait? It's nice and dark."

"I'm thinking about them, Leah," meaning L. O. and Duane.

"She told me she likes him," she whispered. "If he doesn't screw up, he might get some nookie tonight." Then she giggled again, and then I knew the real reason for the giggling. Still, I didn't want to be the one to mess up Duane's chances and so I forced myself to watch the movie and didn't kiss or grope Leah.

Leah responded by rubbing my dick and giving it a hearty squeeze every few minutes. The result was I had a precum spot on my slacks when we left the theater that was hard to disguise.

I steered everyone into an arcade just to get off the street, and Duane went right to his favorite game and started playing. Both girls were slightly pissed at this and I got an unmistakable sign from Leah to do something about it.

Deciding I could kill two birds with one stone, I pulled Leah over to me and pressed my dick into her rear. Giggling happily, she rubbed her butt against me.

"That's better," she giggled, "but what about L. O.?"

I had already thought that part out. "Duane," I said, to get his attention.

"Huh? Hey, you see how easy I manhandle this game? I am the Lord and master of this little universe!" he said gloatingly.

"Yeah, I know how good you are. So why don't you show L. O. how to beat it?"

L. O. picked up on what I was doing right off. Duane never did.

"Yeah, Duane, I never could figure out how to play these games," she told him.

And with a gallantry I never suspected he had in him, he moved back and scooted L. O. into his former place; moved behind her, and put his arms around her and on her hands.

"Oh ... like this?" she cooed, pushing her ass back at him.

"Yeah, like that," he replied, still absorbed in telling her how to best approach the game, and not aware that she was just millimeters away from his cock.

Moments later, Duane suddenly realized how he might take advantage of the situation, and squashed himself against her ass. L. O. in turn, wriggled her butt and Duane's dick flared up.

Knowing Duane as I did, I knew that he would happily continue teaching L. O. the rudiments of the game for as long as we let him.

But I should mention that while L. O. and Duane were getting acquainted, Leah was still rotating her ass over my dick, which bore down against her as it slid inside my pants along the crack of her ass. She gave me a look over her shoulder with her eyes wide, her pupils dilated and dark with lust.

She reached behind her, fumbled my zipper down, and wormed her smooth hand inside my jeans. When she reached my dick, she grasped it and straightened it. 

She left it throbbing along the cleft of her ass, and I felt her lifting the hem of her dress. I glanced over at Duane and L. O., she was laughing and rotating her ass in similar fashion as Leah was doing to me. Briefly I wondered if Duane had it in him to fuck her in front of all the people passing by them in the arcade.

Those thoughts dissipated the moment Leah reached for my cock again, and standing on tip-toes, brought my dick to her smooth pussy-lips. I recalled her telling me she'd not worn underwear a split second before my dick entered her slippery slit.

I groaned quietly at the exquisite feel of her pussy's heat and velvet softness embracing my wildly pulsing cock. She sighed, and lifted her hand to her mouth. I looked over her shoulder an saw that she had sunk her teeth hard into the crooked finger that she pressed against her mouth to stifle any moan of pleasure that might escape her.

I glanced over at L. O. and Duane. She had her eyes closed and he had a hand on her left breast, giving it a light squeeze. They were paying no attention to us, and no one else in the arcade seemed to be looking our way. I was wrong about that, but wouldn't know about it until later.

Leah pushed back and made a soft "OOOFISH" sound as I further impaled myself in her. The feeling of her pussy on my dick was fantastic, and remains vivid to this day.

I wondered how she could keep a normal expression on her face, then wondered what my own face looked like to passersby, and made a conscious effort to try keeping my feelings from showing.

I rotated my hips and sank halfway into her. Not bad if you consider that we were standing and she wasn't bend over to any degree. 

I heard her express a long grunt, and thought she was coming. Then I realized there was a stool beside me and holding her hips, I whispered for her to be still for a second, and I sat down and pulled her onto my lap. It seemed a miracle I remained inside her the whole time. Seconds later, I hit bottom as she wriggled her ass seemingly screwing me deeper and deeper into her pussy.

I groaned from the feel of it. The friction and pressure was incredible. There had been some pain, as I forced my way those last few millimeters, but the intensity of the pleasure eradicated that.

I reached around Leah, putting my hand in her lap. Then surreptitiously slipped my hand under the dress and found her little clit and began rubbing it. After a few seconds of that, she started hopping up and down in short quick moves. I wondered if she was nearing a climax or it was just feeling good. Soon she was raising herself up almost halfway off of me then letting her body fall back down, re-impaling me in her.

Oh, God that felt good. It had been great up to then, but this surpassed anything we'd done previously.

I caught myself saying, "Oh God" out loud. Saw L. O. give us a strange look, and shut up. Then I heard Leah grunting and knew that L. O. must know what we were up to. 

Meeting L. O.'s eyes, I saw her Mona Lisa like smile and knew she was enjoying herself almost as much as Leah and I.

A second later, L. O. did a double take. She stared in unbelief, like she couldn't believe what we were doing. She had looked concerned for a second, but as she realized that I wasn't forcing myself on Leah, she reached up, and covered Duane's hand on her breast, silently telling me that she was having fun too.

Leah began making a sound that went, "Huh, huh, huh" and her hand pressed down on my hand as it rubbed her clit. She turned her head and gave me a weak smile and I realized I was about to cum and tried unsuccessfully to pump into her as fast as possible. But her weight on my lap prevented me from doing it.

A soft moan from Leah announced her orgasm just a second before her pussy clamped down on my stiff shaft. A couple of body-shaking ripples threw her deeper into the orgasm and I had to hold her by the hips to steady her. Then I was there, unable to hold back any longer. I groaned as the first of the sperm rocketed out of me. Then I managed to control my groans as spurt after spurt jetted into her.

I felt Leah's spasm as a silent orgasm swept over her. As soon as her orgasm had subsided she turned, and my cock slapped out off her and she hopped off my lap and stood shielding me as I fumbled my dick back into my jeans.

Leah asked L. O. to go to the ladies room with her, leaving me with a happy, smirking Duane.

"Think you're a good instructor, huh?" I said.

"Did'ja see us?"

"I saw you. You were dry-humping the shit out of her."

"Yeah," he said, and gave me a silly-assed grin. "Let me feel her tits, too."

"Did she?"

"Oh, yeah, even held my hand there."

"Maybe you'll get to kiss her on the way home."

"You think?" he said coming more animated that I'd ever seen him.

"Want some advice?"

"Sure, everything you've told me so far has been right on the money."

"When you kiss her ... and you will. Make sure it's a soft, gentle kiss."

"Soft, gentle," he repeated, committing the words to his memory.

"And make it last. Count to 100 if you must, but make it long and soft."

"Why is that?"

"I'm not sure, but I know that girls ... women, tend to measure a guy by his kisses. Especially the first couple kisses. Do not ... I repeat, do not slip her the tongue."

"No tongue?" he protested.

"No tongue until she tells you it's all right."

"She's gonna tell me she wants the tongue?"

"In her own way. Don't worry, you'll know." I left it there, knowing that most girls when properly kissed will send their tongue out on an exploratory mission, i.e., telling the guy she wants his in her mouth.

The girls came back and we left, getting in my car and headed over to a fairly large park with a decent lover's lane.

After parking, I put an arm around Leah and drew her in for a smooch. From the back seat I heard L. O. moan, "Oh, yeah!" and knew Duane had listened to my advice.

As we necked, Leah told me that L. O. had seen us fucking. She laughed when I told her I knew, and that L. O. and I had had eye contact while we were screwing.

"She told me she likes him," Leah whispered in my ear.

"Will she fuck him?" I asked.

"I don't know, but I think she wants me to show her how to suck cock."

"Will you?" I asked, not bothering with the fact that L. O. hadn't specifically asked to be taught how to give head.

"Why not?"

"True, everyone should have an idea of how it's done."

"Maybe I'll call on you ... you know, as the resident expert."

We both laughed at that, but I definitely liked the idea.

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At any rate, Duane and I had a ball game to play the next afternoon. And I was selected to start, although Coach told me I wasn't going all the way. 

"Just give me five solid innings, Morgenthall, and take it easy. Don't try to strike out everyone you face."

Admittedly, I was nervous as I toed the rubber in the bottom of the first inning. We were up one nothing; Billy Jennings led off with a double. Artie Spears bunted, and Jennings slid headfirst into third, beating the throw from their pitcher. When Champ Bannion grounded into a double play, Jennings crossed the plate with the game's first run.

Taking the mound, I quickly fell behind in the count 3-0, but focused on Lou Clemmons glove behind the plate and got two quick strikes on the hitter. A change up got him to pop up to Champ Bannion at first. I fell behind in the count 3-1 on the second hitter, and didn't fool him with my fastball on the fifth pitch, and he slashed a triple down the right-field line. But luck was with me and I got the next two batters on relatively easy ground outs.

Over the next two innings, each team was limited to a single, but the other team tied the score in the fourth. Two singles, a wild pitch, and a ground-out by their pitcher tied it up at 1 — 1.

There was a strange play that inning. 

After I loaded the bases, the hitter ripped a line drive back at me. I dropped the ball, picked it up, and zinged it home to Lou Clemmons, who stepped on home and threw to first for a double play. Only it wasn't. 

Apparently there is a fine line in this situation. I learned it's a judgment call on the part of the umpire. In this case, he determined that I had purposefully or accidentally dropped the ball. How he arrived at that decision is still beyond me, but he did. The point being that no infield fly rule can be called on a line drive. 

And so, after a long discussion by both team's coaches and all the umpires, the batter was declared out, and the home plate umpire ordered the runners back to their original bases. The following batter lined to short, and when will Patagonis held on to it, I was out of the inning.

We wasted a golden opportunity in the eighth. With one away Dennis Woods singled and stole second. When Allen Temple grounded to short, Woods became caught in a rundown between second and third, ending any serious trouble.

I was relieved as a pitcher, and sent to right field, replacing Woods. Duane came in to face the opposition in the bottom of the eighth. He retired the first two hitters, before their clean-up hitter drilled a 2-0 pitch over the center-field wall, giving them the lead for the first time.

But in the top of the ninth, I got a single to left, Duane struck out, and both Temple and Patagonis walked loading the bases. Ed Saniki, a weak hitting junior was the ninth man in the order, and surprised everyone by doubling to left-center, clearing the bases. Now we led, 4-2.

Coach replaced Duane with Casmir Olsewski, a Russian exchange student. Somehow Cazzie, as we'd nick-named him, had mastered the curve ball, and using it judicially, he struck out the first two men he faced, and got the final out on a long fly to me in right.

We celebrated the victory and after I had showered, Duane approached me to ask if we'd be double dating that night. To his sorrow, I told him that Leah and I had plans for the night, but were open to something on Saturday.

He confessed that he was too shy to call L. O. and ask her out. Since I was going to be with L. O. and Leah that night, I didn't offer him any advice on the matter, and a forlorn Duane shuffled into the shower while I dressed and headed over to Leah's.

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"So, what do you think?" Leah asked L. O. around seven that evening.

"About what?" L. O. asked, not understanding her meaning.

"Duane, do you like him?" Leah asked.

"Huh? Yeah. He's really nice." she said, a little flustered, thinking Leah was reading her mind. She had been thinking of her and Duane fucking like rabbits a moment before.

"Aubrey says he's a virgin."

"Aubrey's a virgin?" L. O. gasped, thinking that was unbelievable after all the rumors she'd heard.

Leah laughed and smacked her thigh. "No, silly, Duane's the virgin."

"Oh..."

"But he says Duane wants you; wants you bad."

L. O. giggled and shuffled her feet in embarrassment.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?" Leah said with conviction.

L. O. began to flush. "Yeah..."

"So do you want to fuck, him? Duane, I mean, not Aubrey."

L. O. said nothing at first, and then released a noncommittal, "Ummm..."

"Aubrey and I will fix the two of you up, you want," Leah said softly.

L. O. looked up, met Leah's questioning eyes, and nodded.

"You have to be sure," Leah added.

L. O. found herself nodding and biting her lip, unable to meet Leah's eyes in her embarrassment.

After a minute, L. O. said quietly, "I guess I should blow him first, you think?"

"It's as good a way to start as any. Have you done it before?"

"No."

"What have you done?"

"Made out a couple times. Joey Fletcher grabbed my tits in the once. Dennis Woods took me to the movies and kissed me, and I sort of jerked him off a few weeks ago, but he never called me afterward."

"Sort of? Can you explain?"

"Ummm, he was ... kissing me ... you know, using his tongue, and then his hand was under my skirt and on my..."

"Pussy?"

"Yeah, my pussy."

"And...?"

"It felt really, really nice, but I was afraid of getting preggers."

"That's a new one on me," Leah laughed. 

"Preggers. Like a girl can get preggers if she's not careful!"

They both laughed, and then L. O. said, "So I touched him."

"And?"

"He took it out, and I touched him again."

"Your first cock?"

"Yeah."

"And?"

"I moved my hand the way he told me to, and he came all over my hand."

"That was it?"

"Well, we kissed a couple more times and he rubbed my ... pussy some. Then the movie ended and the lights came up. So we left. He took me home."

"And he never called you again?"

"No ... I did ... call him, though. I told him not to bother me again."

"Why on Earth would you tell him that?"

"Because I ... I didn't want to ... lose my virginity to him."

"You know," Leah said kindly, "that's the best reason in the world."

"You think? Well, thanks. I wasn't so sure I'd done the right thing, Leah."

"You're welcome. Now, what do you want to know about giving a blow job?"

"What's to know? I mean, all you do is put it in your mouth, right?"

"There's a little more to it."

"There is?"

"Sure, for one thing, there's the teeth thing."

"The teeth...?"

"Yeah, you know how your pussy is tender ... well kind of tender?"

"Uh-huh."

"Guys are even more tender there."

"Oh."

"So, you have to be careful not to bite it, or even scratch them with your teeth."

"Oh..."

"And ... when you get to the corona, or crown..."

"What?"

"I'm talking about the head of his cock. There's the head, the shaft and the balls. And speaking of the balls be very careful."

"Okay, but why?"

"Because they are so very, very tender, and fragile as eggs. They hold the sperm, you know."

"Oh ... yeah, I remember."

"So, you can kiss it, lick it and suck on it. And that's about it."

"Leah, I'm afraid I'll fuck it up. I want to do it right. I want Duane to think I've done it before, you know?"

"You're telling me you want a practice run?"

"How could we do that?"

"Well, with like a banana?"

"Okay."

Leah went in search of the fruit and returned empty handed. "L. O., I don't have any bananas."

"Oh..."

"I could call Aubrey. I mean he could come over and I could blow him, and you could watch, pick up some pointers?"

"You're kidding!"

"No, I'm serious. I mean, it would have been great if I'd been able to lean that way."

"But, what about Aubrey; like he's a guy, and all?"

"Duh! We need a guy. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. I know it's asking a lot, but I can guarantee he'll keep it to himself. He doesn't talk about ... you know, private matters."




Handsome Ch. 19



Would you ask him? Wow that would be great!"

Twenty minutes after Leah called me, I was knocking at her front door. Her parents were at a political meeting and would be there for the next two hours.

L. O. was embarrassed from the start. I mean all I did was greet Leah with a long kiss, and then I peeled my shirt off, and pulled L. O. into a tight hug.

An involuntary, "Hey, wait a minute, you guys!" came out of L. O.'s mouth; and she covered her mouth with a hand, and waved us on with the other.

I stopped what I was doing, and stepped back, giving Leah a questioning look.

Leah took charge, reminding L. O. why I was there.

"Okay. Okay," L. O. said apologetically.

"L. O. you sit there," Leah said, pointing to the hassock in front of the couch. "And I'll sit here," she said, indicating the couch.

I stood there, letting Leah take the lead. I had an erection that was evident to both women, as they had some difficulty in taking their eyes off my crotch. I guess that proves the power of knowing a blow job is in store.

To my surprise, L. O. moved the hassock so that she was now sitting almost between my legs.

I asked the question Leah and I had agreed upon before hand, thinking it would serve to further arouse L. O. "Are your nipples hard, Leah?"

"Yeah," she replied, and ran a hand over her chest, then plucked at each nipple in turn. As usual she wasn't wearing a bra, and soon they were standing out as only Leah's nips could.

Then to L. O. I said, "My erection isn't bothering you, is it?"

She cleared her throat, and tore her eyes away from my crotch and in a cracked voice, said, "No."

"Good," I replied, and waited for Leah's next cue. There wasn't one, so I said, "Would you look at her nipples, L. O.?"

L. O. looked at Leah's nipples, and then gasped as Leah pulled her T-shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor at L. O.'s feet.

"Oh, God," She said, as Leah began to pluck at her stiffened buds. I felt her kind of sink against me.

"You know," I said, "some people say that women don't like to look as much as men. What do you think?"

L. O. cleared her throat again; then said, "Can't you tell?"

"If you ask me, I'd say you were enjoying looking at them."

"Yes, they're very nice," L. O. said quietly.

"Not much in the tittie department though," I said, and got a grimace from Leah.

"Maybe her breasts are on the small side, but her nipples kind of make up for that," L. O. offered, trying to defend her friend.

That got a wide smile from Leah.

"Would you like to see my ass?" I inquired. "Leah loves looking at it."

L. O.'s eyes opened wide, but all the same, she nodded."

"Why don't you sit on the couch with Leah?" I said, and L. O. readily complied.

I unzipped my jeans and dropped them to the floor and carefully stepped out of them, leaving me in front of the girls with a huge, unmistakable bulge in the front of my jockey shorts.

L. O. swallowed, never taking her eyes off my appendage. Leah draped her arm over L. O.'s shoulder and lightly stroked her cheek. L. O. didn't notice.

Neither girl made eye contact with me, so I pushed the envelope and took my dick out, holding it so that L. O. got a good look at it. Leah leaned against L. O. ostensibly to get a better look. L. O. adjusted a little to give her room, and Leah moved so that she was sitting shoulder to shoulder with L. O.

L. O. could feel the length of Leah's naked leg against her own. That, too, was turning her on. L. O. stared at it for a full minute. No one moved during that period. The unable to resist teasing her, I made my dick jump, and L. O. screeched in horror.

"It's fuckin' huge!" she said after regaining some of her composure.

"It will fit in your mouth, you give it a chance," Leah told her.

"Never!" L. O. said, meaning it was too big for her mouth.

I grinned at her, and turned around so that she could see all of me.

Maybe a minute went by before anyone said anything. Then L. O. said, "He has a great body," sort of ignoring me, although her eyes never left my bod.

"Well, he's here to help you out. Now you watch closely, and when you think you understand what's going on, I'll turn him over to you."

L. O. nodded and sat down on a hassock directly in front of me.

Leah urged me over to the couch and I sat. She dropped to her knees and took my dick in her hands.

"At first, the guy might be a little dry, so you wet him ... like this," she spit into her hands, rubbed them together, and then rubbed her saliva coated her palms up and down the shaft.

I watched L. O.'s facial expression change as Leah quickly described the basics of a blow job to her. And when she took me into her mouth, I said, "You know, L. O., Leah can really suck cock. I've had a few blowjobs, and she's really good at it."

Laughing despite herself, Leah took me from her mouth, and added, "I take pride in my work."

That had L. O. laughing, and for the first time she touched me, reaching out to slap at my shoulder. I grabbed her and pulled her against my hip, careful not to bring her into contact with Leah or my cock. 

"Check it out from this angle, L. O., I said, and she remained at my side until Leah took me from her mouth and had her get down on her knees beside her.

Was she supposed to strip? Leah had her tits exposed, should she? She wanted to, but didn't, deciding to wait and see what transpired in the next couple minutes. But she had to admit that the erotic tension in the room was already the most exciting thing she had ever done. And that included jerking that Dennis Woods off.

She was committing Aubrey's cock to memory; wondering why it was curved like a banana, and noting that the tip, or head as Leah had told her, was flared away from the shaft. 'Like a mushroom, only not.' she thought. Then she spotted the pearl-like drop of fluid oozing from the hole. She had to remind herself to breathe.

Only when Leah removed me from her mouth and slapped her face with it, did L. O. remember to inhale, and did so loudly enough so that I noticed.

Leah grasped my erection in her right hand and gave it a squeeze. A drop of precum oozed out.

"Oh, look," Leah said, using her finger to scoop some of the fluid from the tip of my cock. "Aubrey's wet too!"

She startled both L. O. and me by holding the finger to her nose and sniffing. Then she extended her hand to L. O. who leaned forward and sniffed the finger, then made a slight grimace.

Leah saw it, and rose up, sat down on the couch with us, and demanded that she taste it.

"No!" L. O. said emphatically.

"Damn it, the reason he's here is to teach you about men and their privates. Now taste it!"

L. O. challenged Leah with a glaring look, but then changed her mind, and I saw the pink tip of her tongue come out and lick Leah's finger.

I began stroking my dick, needing to keep it fully erect. Then I asked L. O. "Have you ever watched a guy jack-off?"

She shook her head no.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

"What ... what kind of question is that?" she asked obviously embarrassed.

"Well, I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to. I mean, I know why I'm here, but if you've changed your mind ... I'll put it away and leave."

"Oh..."

"Well...?"

"Oh ... yeah, you put it that way, I guess I'm enjoying myself."

"What other way is there to put it?" I asked her.

"Guys! Guys!" Leah interjected. "We're here for a reason," and she dropped to her knees again and hefted my balls. I put my head back, and closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation. Her hand was warm to the touch.

Leah turned to L. O. "Do you want to feel him?"

In response, L. O. got down on her knees beside Leah, and extended her hand. Leah took it, and pressed it against my balls. Compared with Leah's, L. O.'s hand was cool and caused my cock to twitch involuntarily.

My cock was pointed straight up into the air as I slowly stroked it. Leah's hand moved to cup my balls again.

"You try it, L. O." I said softly.

When she hesitated, Leah said sharply, "Go on, L. O., touch him!"

L. O.'s eyes went from my dick to my eyes and back again. Then, taking me tentatively in her right hand, she began jerking me off.

"So," I said, "Enjoying yourself?"

"Yes," she said, and without any prompting, reached up and ran her hand over my ass. Leah joined in too, so that each was running a hand over my cheeks with Leah occasionally tickling my asshole.

"I'm sorry, L. O.," Leah said after a time, "I have to have him in my mouth." I cocked my hips so she could push underneath me and take the head of my cock into her mouth.

Moments later, Leah took L. O.'s hand and moved it back to my dick. And as if she were programmed to do so, L. O. started to move her hand back and forth. Leah was content to play ice cream cone with me, licking and kissing, with the occasional suck.

L. O. was on her side, facing Leah. Leah's hand rested lightly on her thigh, but high up, where her leg emerged from her shorts. L. O. stroked me back and forth, but could not stop looking at where the tip of my cock kept disappearing into Leah's mouth.

Finally, convinced that L. O. was truly game, Leah started to move, taking more of me into her mouth. Soon, the edge of L. O.'s hand was wet from Leah's saliva from the point at which it met her mouth on me.

I think at that point, my scrotum was resting on the other edge of her fist, heavy and warm with the weight and heat of my balls. It seemingly flowed over her hand as she moved it back and forth, and she leaned forward and touched me there with her tongue, surprising both myself and Leah by her decisive action.

Then L. O.'s hands began to move more rapidly, matching Leah's head speed as she bobbed upon my pulsing prick.

I forgot to mention that after that one tentative touch of her tongue on my balls, L. O. had leaned back so she could see. Leah reached up with her hand, found the back of her head and pulled her forward; the invitation was clear. L. O. followed that and licked my dick between her fist and Leah's mouth, then she let my balls rest on the flat of her tongue, and when it began to move over the skin stretched tight just behind my scrotum, I moaned happily.

Evidently, L. O. knew what she wanted to do, for when Leah tendered my cock to her, L. O. licked her lips, and descended on my thumping shaft, swallowing a good three inches and slurping away with unskilled fervor.

My hand dropped to her head, holding it in place while her mouth formed a tight "O" around my dick.

"That's it, girl," Leah crowed, suddenly proud of her protégée, now sucking furiously on me. Later on, L. O. confessed that at about that time her nostrils were filled with what she termed "the aroma of your cock," which caused her to have a mini-orgasm. 

"I inhaled as much of it as I could," she related later, "and found that I could accept even more of you than I'd thought possible without choking."

L. O. began experimenting; pulling me from her drooling mouth, she licked up and down my length before reluctantly surrendering my member to Leah's equally hungry mouth.

I saw L. O.'s eyes grow wide with astonishment as Leah bottomed out on my pole, but knew that she would want to try it herself. And I also caught her touching herself between the legs and wondered if I'd be fucking her before the day was over.

Meeting my eyes, L. O. said, "I never thought it was possible ... I mean, okay, a small cock, yeah. But you're not small. No way anyone should be able to do that!"

After a little while Leah pulled herself off my stiff cock and sat back on her heels. She looked up at me with this really sluttish grin on her lovely face and made me giggle. She giggled in response, and licked her lips to show me how much she was enjoying herself.

"Wanna try it, L. O.?" she asked with a wide grin.

"I..." L. O. managed.

"Come into the bedroom. I know a position you can try that might let you do it first time out."

L. O. followed us into the bedroom.

Leah had her lay down on her back, with her head hanging just off the side of the bed. I knew my part in this and stepped up to L. O.'s head.

"Now what he's gonna do is put it in your mouth again. But now if you take a minute to think about how you're positioned, you'll see that when his dick slides in, it won't be meeting much resistance from you. That's because this angle provides a kinda straight shot down the old throat. If you can resist the gag reflex I was telling you about, you might just take him all the way. Now if you can't, you can't. Don't sweat the small stuff."

"Aubrey's anything but small, Leah," L.O. said, trying for a little humor.

"Listen to me for a minute," I said.

"Yeah, you've got my attention, Aubrey," L. O. said.

"I'll put it in. At the first sign you're having trouble, raise a hand. Either hand and I'll pull it out. I don't want to hurt you, understand?"

"Oh, yeah, I understand."

"I mean it. You don't have to be a heroine, here. Leah doesn't need to be impressed, and neither do I."

"There's another way," Leah said, interrupting us. "The guy sits with the girl on her knees. You kinda bend his dick some, but it lets you control the action, you know?"

L. O. regaled us with her impressions of the experience later, and I thought hers would be better than mine, so here they are.

"I had the greatest look at your cock as it hovered over my open mouth. I remember swallowing a split second before you dropped that monster onto my tongue, and said "Suck it!"

"You have no idea how heavy you are. I was sure my lips were bruised, because it was like getting slapped in the face ... hard. But your taste took any pain away instantly. You had a silky smooth texture that I was really sampling for the first time. I mean, earlier I was nervous and all. This time things were going slow enough for me to take the time to analyze things like that. I'm glad I did.

"I tried opening my mouth a little wider and felt you descending down my throat. I heard you saying things like, "That's it, baby. Oh, yeah, lick it! Good tongue action!" and besides the words there was your cock, throbbing and pulsing in my mouth ... I got turned on even more. And when you twisted your hand in my hair, I thought I would cum.

"I realized belatedly that I was almost totally relaxed and had no problem with the gag reflex. I also want to thank you for going slow. And as my mouth filled with your cock, I really began to enjoy a kind of feeling that I had this super power over you and that you'd do anything I wanted you to."

"Yeah, I said to L. O., you did have me then, and when you backed me out so that only half my dick was down your throat, I knew you were going to be a great fellatrix."

"A what?" L. O. asked.

"A fellatrix, fellatio being the term for sucking cock."

"Oh, I never heard that word before."

Leah chimed in repeating the word three times: "Fellatio, fellatio, fellatio!"

We all laughed at her antics.

"And then," Leah said, "I saw you grab him by the root and work him over with your tongue, I thought, 'My God, if she does that to poor Duane she'll drive him crazy.' So please have mercy on the boy, promise me you will."

L. O. laughed heartedly and held up her right hand, "I swear I'll be gentile with him, at least the first time."

"That's good," I said, "Don't want him to think you're a professional, do we?"

We all laughed at that.

"So what part did you like the best?" Leah asked L. O.

"When he came."

"Really?"

"Yeah..." L. O. said dreamily. "I felt him growing bigger in my mouth, and kinda knew what was going to happen. I went at him hard as I could, sucking, sucking and sucking! The more I sucked the harder he got, and I just had to make him cum in my mouth. I had to taste him."

When he roared, "Oh, yeah, I'm coming!" I knew he wasn't lying to me and braced myself."

"Yeah, I saw you kinda set yourself up for him," Leah said. "I was really proud of you, girl. Really proud."

L. O. resumed her recollection, saying, "The first spurt coated my teeth and tongue. You had warned me to swallow because the next spurts might choke me otherwise. So I did. I just loved the way he kinda pulsed in my mouth before each spurt took off. I loved the taste of it. I didn't think I would. But it's wonderful." She glanced at me then, and smiled.

I smiled back. Duane was one lucky guy.

"And," L. O. continued, "Even after the spurts ended, I managed to hold some in my mouth and kept sucking on him. "I wanted to cry when you took it out of my mouth."

"You were great," I told her and pulled her close and then kissed her gently on her cum-coated lips.

Breathing heavily, L. O. asked, "Can you get hard again?"

"Leah?" I said turning to face her, looking for the right answer.

"He can. In fact, he will. But that wasn't the plan, L. O. was it?"

"I know ... but it was so good, you know?"

"We stick to the plan. Nobody gets hurt. Nobody gets pissed off, all right?"

"Yeah," she said her reluctance obvious. I wasn't going to get into her pants that day, and I knew it.

"Um, you need a ride home?" I asked.

"No, I parked outside," L. O. said.

Leah whispered something in her ear, and L. O. laughed.

She gave me another kiss; made her hunger for my dick evident, by rubbing her crotch into me and hugged Leah, then left.

Leah had the remainder of her clothing off seconds later and we fucked like rabbits for the next hour.

I got hard the last time thinking of how Duane was going to get his cock sucked later on that evening and Leah told me it was the best she'd ever got off with me.



Handsome Ch. 20



Chapter 20
Backdooring Leah Tarred


"Hey, L. O., make sure you suck his cock real hard," Leah said into the phone after we'd finished our last rumple the sheets game in her bedroom.

"Yeah," I yelled into the mouthpiece before Leah managed to pull it away, "And remember to drink all his cum!"

"Ooh, I heard he likes that," Leah screeched into the phone now that she had it firmly back in her possession.

"You guys!" I heard L. O. laughingly answer.

"Give it your best shot," Leah shouted. And then much softer, she said, "And we want to know all the filthy details later. I'll be over at Aubrey's. You have his number?"

"In more ways than one," L. O. retorted happily, and hung up on us.

I envisioned Duane's happy surprise when L. O. went down on him, and hoped he remembered what I'd told him about eating pussy."

Leah bounded from the bed, and ran into the bathroom to take what she termed a "quick shower." 

I dressed and waited until she came out, then I kissed her good bye and went home, knowing she'd be by in two hours, ready to fuck like a rabbit again.

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My mother had a date, and wouldn't be home until after eleven, if then. I regretted not having invited Duane and L. O. over to join us; but with Leah laid spread-eagled on the sheets of my bed, I didn't linger over the fact. 'No coitus interuptus tonight, ' I thought, as I knelt with my knees widened and told Leah to "Spread herself, nice and wide."

I felt fully recovered from the fucking and sucking that had gone on earlier and intended to prove it Leah, saying: "That's how you're most beautiful."

"What? How do you mean?" she replied, anxious to hear my latest compliment.

"I refer to the sight of you so wide open, ready to accept me on the bed."

I laced my fingers in hers, pressed the backs of her hands into the sheets just above her head.

Her small breasts rose up a fraction, but her nipples, already hard, seemed to peak in their size, and I fought the compulsion to attack them frenziedly, telling her that she was going to love what I was about to do to her.

"I love everything you do to me. I can't imagine what you're going to add."

"Can you wait a while longer?" I teased.

"No, I can't."

"Maybe you can," I said continuing to tease her.

"I can't wait. I need to cum."

"Do you?" I said lazily and rubbed the head of my dick over her glistening pussy lips.

"Bastard!" she moaned.

"Ah, I like it when you talk dirty to me!"

"Do you?"

"Yeah, it reminds me that you're not the sweet little thing everyone says you are."

"Fuck you! You've got me all worked up. Are you telling me I'm not gonna get to cum? That's not fair. And no fucking fun either."

"Yeah, I want you all worked up. Talk dirty to me. Get me hot."

"Your cock is pointing at the ceiling. How much hotter can it get?"

"That's a nice start, c'mon, let's hear more from that filthy mouth of yours."

"Oh, so you want to hear some heavy breathing ... maybe some moaning ... like give it to me, baby, please, give it to me?"

"That's a start," I said.

"Should I moan in your ear, or in your mouth?"

I laughed, and to make her happy, I sank the tip of my cock into her eagerly sucking cunt.

"Yes! Now fuck me hard!"

I laughed again, and eased my cockhead out of her, rubbed it carefully over her tiny clit, just emerging from its hidding place.

Leah moaned, and squirmed, trying to line her cunt and my dick up and engulf me. I pulled my hips back, denying her the opportunity and nuzzled her nipples.

"Fuck me!" Please, fuck me!"

I kissed her breasts, throat, eyes, and mouth, murrmuring little nothings to her all the while.

Leah forced herself to calm down and began to enjoy my enticements. "Okay, okay, you want to hear me moaning whle you ... play with me?"

"Yes ... but slowly.

"Slowly?"

"I want to blow warm air across your delicious nips. I want to bite them when they reach their peak."

"Yeah ... bit them hard. I love that!"

Her hips were churning up at me.

"I want to slide my tongue into your cunt. Run my teeth across your inner lips."

"Ohhhh."

"And then what shall I do?"

"Then," Leah answered, "I'll shove my hips toward you ... pushing me against your mouth. Your tongue ... will enter me, and I'll pull your head into me and cum big time!"

"See," I said, excitedly, "how good it is to talk dirty to each other before doing it?"

"I'm beginning to get the picture."

"Picture, you're getting the picture. Well picture this: I can feel your hot, wet pussy sliding across my mouth..."

"Jesus!"

"You're getting wetter and wetter."

"Oh, Bree!"

"You're holding my face against you. I'm licking away. Then what?"

She was into the game now; fully into it, and said: "You focus all of your attention on my clit. You watch me ... you watch me quivering and tensing up. But you keep at me. You look up at me from between my thighs and smile. But you don't stop."

She paused, and I knew she wanted me to pick up where she'd left off. So I said: "Watching you hump up against my face is great. And hearing you calling my name out, or cursing me out tells me you're going to cum. So why would I stop?" I treasure the taste of your pussy, and after you cum, I'm going to grab your legs, push them back until your pretty pussy and your tight little asshole are pointed straight at my face. And then, do you you what I'm going to do?"

She's numbed by those words for a moment, then says, "Um... (and giving me a big smile) you lick me ... one long lick after another. Then quick short ones, and then your tongue dives into me, and I cum again, and again, and again!"

"Where does my tongue dive? Into that lovely pussy? Or maybe that beautiful puckered asshole?"

"Oh ... my ... God!"

"Yeah, that tight ass that clenches with that first long lick..."

"Jesus!"

" ... then flexes and relaxes with the short quick ones..."

"Gonna cum!"

" ... and as my tongue enters that puckered star, I grab hold of your thighs to help me push until my mouth is crushed against your asshole and my tongue is wriggling like a snake inside it."

"Please ... stop! Do me! Please do me ... now!"

"Where should I do you?"

"I want it in my ass! Oh, Bree, I can't believe you even had to ask me. Or do you just want to hear me ask for it?

"No. don't ask me, tell me where you want it. Grab me by my head and pull me up to your mouth. Kiss me, then tell me to stick my tongue in your ass. Tell me how much you want it. Grab your own legs, pull them open, and point your ass at me and say, "Here, stick it right here, while rubbing your fingers over that little brown hole."

To my amazement, Leah did exactly what I'd asked her to do. Grabbing my head, she brought her mouth to mine and we kissed. It's hard to distinguish one's best kiss ever, but this one was right there, right at the top for sure. Sensual, and exciting. Adventursome and exhilerating. I couldn't wait to eat her ass.

My hand went between her legs, keeping her pussy stimulated and hungry. Leah began writhing eagerly, coaxing me into sucking and bitting her nipples again, while rubbing her mons feverly, trying to get off.

I moved south, and Leah flung her legs wide in invitation. "I want your goddamn tongue, Bree!"

I licked my way down to her knees, and then headed north as Leah fingered herself in anticipation of what was to come. Wanting to make it asgood as possible, I spent what seemed an eternity licking her perineum; later, Leah would complain not about her ass, but that I'd licked her raw there, on that little patch of skin between her asshole and her cunt.

I cupped her buttocks and spread them, baring the tiny pink tightness of her clenched asshole. I gave it a long lick, heard Leah make a kind of whooshing noise, and sent my tongue into her ass.

It didn't go very far, but she was making a lot of noise. Prying her asshole open with my thumbs, I managed to get the tongue into her, flicking and stabbing, attaining an undeniable presence there.

Leah was jerking and twitching at each touch of my tongue, and her fingers became almost maniacal inside her pussy.

Her ass grew hotter and hotter, "Christ," she panted, "Oh, Christ!"

Covering her hole with my mouth, I started to suck. Leah later told me how gross she thought I was at the time, but her body language right then was anything but repelled by my actions. Her body began to shake and quiver in excitement, reacting to the caress of my hungry mouth.

She was flailing away with one arm, and discovered that by reaching back she could take hold of my dick. Clamping a fist around me, Leah began jerking me off, all the while chanting, "You're so fucking filthy."

Wrenching my mouth from her ass, I shouted back, "Am I?"

"You are! But I'm so fucking hot I don't care. Make me cum. Make me cum anyway you want."

"Okay, let's do it now," I said.

"My ass? You're really going in?"

I was kissing my way up her body, licking her spine, then the shoulder blades, when I answered with a low, "Mmmmm."

She moaned.

I pushed her hair to the side, and kissed her mouth.

Leah groaned, "I should be repulsed by this!"

"Are you?"

"No! I love it!"

She opened her mouth, and greeted my tongue with her own.

Minutes later, I rolled her over onto her back and came down on her, kissing and biting her little tits, feeling the nipples throbbing against my tongue. My fingers found her open cunt, opened it even more.

Leah gave my cock a delicious squeeze. "Oh, yes, let's fuck right now!" she moaned happily. "I want you so bad I can taste it."

I leaned across her prone form and found a condom.

"On the pill," she protested, "there's no need."

"Just obeyin' Momma's orders, baby."

"If you insist, just l let me put it on." She did a commendable job of it; and then in her sultriest voice chirped, "I'm gonna come all over this dick."

Leah lay back, ran a palm over a stiffened nipple, and spread her labia apart.

I brought the tip of my dick down to her glistening opening.

"Yes," she said, "tickle my clit with that big hard thing!"

"I thought you wanted to cum."

"I've been coming forever. Just fuck my brains out!"

In I went.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"How do you want it?"

"I want it hard and nasty!"

I went at her furiously, but she was ready, more than ready and met me with surging hips.

What a collision! Neither of us gave an inch to the other.

"Deeper ... faster," Leah panted, "you can't fuck me too hard this time, baby..."

Squeezing the cheeks of her ass, I kept her high and gained even deeper access to her. We were both grunting and groaning; and the bed reflected our exertions by rocking and screaming for mercy.

I was hitting bottom with every stroke.

"Make me cum a million times!" Leah gasped.

My cock slipped out of her hole. "Goddamn it!" she wailed, reaching down to recapture me, and put that fuck tool back where it belonged.

Two strokes later, I twisted my hips and my dick popped out again.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed.

But I got her ass a little higher in the air, and she yelped on feeling me at the entrance to her asshole.

"Oh, wait a minute," Leah called out, a tinge of panic in her tone.

"You wanted it back there!" I said tersely.

Did I?"

"Yes, absolutely, baby."

"Well..."

"I'm going in..." My dick was already nudging at the tiny petal of her anus.

It was slick and slimy from her cunt, and my knob did a kind of slip-slide and popped in. Not far, not far at all, but her rectum felt like heaven to me.

"Wait! Wait!" Leah whined. "Go slow! be sure to go fucking slow, Bree!"

I did, pausing every few seconds until I felt her trying to relax. I took my dick out and lubed it up again, then reinserted it into her now somewhat opened asshole.

With the next gain on my part, Leah surprised me by backing into me until my cock began to disappear into her rectum. She was incredibly tight.

"It does feel pretty good, Bree," she conceded after a time, as we waited for her sphincter to relax again; then little by little, she wriggled backward, while I did nothing but hold firm. It no time at all, I was all the way into her. It was like my dick was in a velvet vise.

"Jesus H. Christ! You've got that monster all the way in me!"

I backed out, and surged in, but not all the way.

Leah groaned, and not from any discomfort.

I repeated the move, and did it again, and suddenly I had a freedom of movement denied me earlier.

"I ... I never would have believed it!" she gasped in wonder.

"I know," I said, "its fuckin' unreal."

She gave a lewd laugh and asked, "Do you like the way my ass swallows your baby maker?"

"Love it. But you can't get knocked up this way."

"Good! Now stretch me 'til I cum on that big, meaty cock!"

That was my cue to let it rip. And I did. I had her with her face half buried in a pillow, while I knelt behind her pumping for all I was worth.

Leah came a split second after I did, filling her ass with a gigantic load.

"I love you, Leah!" I said for the first time, after taking a deep breath and exhaling onto her shoulder.

"I love you too, Aubrey, she responded a half second later. "That was the nicest fuck. And I appreciate your going slow."

I had my hands on her shoulders, and my dick was still pulsing in the snug confines of her ass. I let one hand drop and searched out her clit. She gasped, and moaned, "Cumming ... again!"

The phone rang and we both went for it. At the last second, I let Leah take it. My dick flopped out, and I rolled away to watch her talk on the phone.

Leah said, "Hello?" about as tentatively as anyone I'd ever heard pronounce the word.

"Oh!" she said, and mouthed that the caller was L. O.

"How ... how did it go?" Leah asked.

A second later she gave me a thumbs up and winning smile.

"Did you really feel it sliding down your throat?"

Leah nodded frantically to let me know that she had.

Then she held the phone so I could also listen in.

"It was super hard after I rubbed it a few times..." L. O. gushed.

"Was he surprised when you touched him there?"

"Was he ever? He actually hollered out loud, and I had to shush him!"

I laughed, and L. O. said, "Is Aubrey there with you?"

"Hi, L. O. throat feel good, does it?"

"Mmmm, yeah ... are you two doing it?"

"He just had it in my ass," Leah chirped.

"Oh, God ... did it hurt much?"

"At first. But he was good. He went real slow-like and it was really enjoyable."

Really? Well I know he's a good teacher..." she hesitated a second, then followed with, "and so are you. You're two great instructors."

"Want some more lessons?" I called out.

Before she could respond, Leah asked, "Does he have a big one?"

L. O. was laughing heartedly at our antics.

"Yes, I want more lessons," she finally blurted, after controlling her laughing to some extent. "And no, he doesn't have a big one. But it's a great starter size, ' L. O. said, causing Leah and me to laugh as hard as L. O. had moments earlier.

"Well, there won't be any tonight," Leah chirped. "He went dry on me."

"Bullshit!" I yelled. "She's still leaking out of her ass!"

"My God ... seriously, are you, really?" L. O. asked Leah, seeking confirmation.

"I guess..." Leah answered. Then put a finger to her anus and laughed, "I sure am!"

"You guys are filthy," L. O. laughed.

"Meet us tomorrow after school, we'll show you filthy," I said.

Leah playfully punched my shoulder, and mouthed the words, "Want to drill her?"

I nodded.

"You're such a bastard!' Leah said.

"What? What happened?" L. O. asked quickly.

"He wants your cherry," Leah told her.

"Oh..."

"Someone's going to get it," I said, "Why not your instructor?"

"Oh..."

"Think about it. We'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah ... okay." She replied, but she was already pondering the possibilities.

Looking down I saw that I was hard again.

Leah hung up and saw it too.

"Front or back?" I asked with a grin.

"Front ... but we can do it doggy-style"

"Fine, doggy-style it is."

We positioned ourselves and I eased right into her well juiced cunt until I was fully embedded in her.

"Ohhhh"

"Feel good?"

"Mmmmm"

"Leah, when we're done with this fuck ... um, you can tell me to eat you out ... I think it's called a creampie, or something."

She squirmed a little trying to manuever my dick to a more sensitive spot in her pussy.

"That ... would ... be nice," she hissed.

"You can tell me how you want me to sit on your face ... right?"

"Yeah, you tell me, Leah," I was kneeling directly behind her, and started a rapid pumping that could only last twenty or so seconds before I tired and resumed the slower, but longer strokes that ended with me tapping against her cervix.

"I love sitting on your face, Bree. I love being able to control how much or how little of my pussy is in your mouth. But after I come this time ... I want you to sit up and turn around and lick my asshole right before you slide that devilish tongue into my pussy. Promise me you'll make it last. Do it slow ... tease me. I'll cum and cum and cum."

"Okay, I'll do it, Leah."

I eased my dick out of her and grabbed her, turned her so that she was almost compelled to squat, hovering mere inches above my mouth.

"No! I meant..."

"I know what you meant. You want me to do it now, and I will. I fuck your brains out after you finish coming."

"Bree ... I love you!"

"Will you still love me after I've fucked L. O. tomorrow?"

"Yes, of course. I'll even help you do her."

"Good, now I'm not all that comfortable like this. How about putting your face down into the pillow, and using your hands to spread your cheeks for me so that I can lick bboth your ass and your pussy?"

"Sure!" Leah replied, and did it, moving faster than I thought possible. I spent the following twenty minutes carefully kissing, sucking and licking both her cunt and asshole. True to her word, Leah started to cum and kept coming until she collapsed and lay there shuddering and whining softly, staring blankly at the ceiling.

I un-kinked my legs, and lay down upon her, holding my weight on my elbows, my cock pressed against the folds of her glistening pussy and let her settle down from the orgasms and catch her breath.

When I entered her slippery walls there was a series of wonderful velvet like contraction around my member. I figured my tank was almost empty, that I had one last burst left in me and decided to give it to her a slowly as possible.

We rocked back and forth in an exquisitely slow-motion ballet for the next forty minutes, and then as if meeting a pre-arranged signal we came together and collapsed, both of us sprawling out spread-eagled on the sweaty sheets.

I woke up to Leah's wiping me down with a hand towel and drew her to me so I could suckle on those magnificent nipples of hers. She had one last climax from this attention and pushed me away, pleading, "No more. No more."

I had forgotten about the game the next day, as well as the following day, and on awaking it hit me. We were going to drive about 70 miles to play one of the better teams in the state. True it was an out of conference game, but an important one as the state tournament loomed ahead in just two weeks. That meant I wouldn't be able to see either L. O. or Leah that night as we were playing a game that began at 7 PM.

The Game:

Coach told us our opponents fully expected to run away with the state title. Our seniors scoffed at that, but I knew the coach was telling us the truth. What the coach didn't mention was the number of professional and college scouts at the game. Normally we had a few at our games, you can pretty much tell 'em from the regular fans and parents since they're either timing a player running, or clocking the pitches with a radar gun, and always, always, making notes on a pad of some kind.




Handsome Ch. 20



We had every reason to think we could beat the Wolverines, as they were called. They were ranked number one in the state, and if we did win, we'd solidify an invitation to the state tourney with a good seeding. We needed it because we had lost two straight games making a total of six losses for the year. Not too good for someone looking to win the state title.

Bone Cleary started for us, I was in centerfield, and we opened the first inning by scoring on two consecutive errors by their shortstop, and a single up the middle by Lou Clemons. Cleary had his control for once, and held the Wolverines to one scratch hit until the sixth, when their ace pitcher hit one into the next county. This was followed by two walks and a line drive single to right making the score 3 — 1 in their favor.

In the seventh, I led off with a double to left-center, Temple struck out, and Woods fouled out to first. But good old Will Patagonis doubled past the third baseman, and I scored, and Patagonis took third on the throw home. Then Bone Cleary, a decent enough hitter, caught the Wolverine's third baseman and catcher off guard with a two-strike suicide squeeze, bringing Patagonis home with the tying run.

Cleary ran into trouble in the eighth, walking one and giving up two cheap singles, Olsewski came in relief and after getting his first batter to pop up, gave up a looping base hit that scored two runs, and a 5 — 3 lead. They would have had another, but Dennis Wood made a great throw to the plate and Clemons held the ball after making the tag.

Then the game was delayed about thirty minutes because of a heavy rain. The field was still playable when it let up, but it was obvious that a heavy thunderstorm was approaching. The umpires called the coaches over and told them they'd like to finish the game if at all possible.

The Wolverines Coach argued that it was too risky and that they game should be called. But the umpires said they wanted to try and get the game in.

We sent Champ Bannion up and he singled to left. I walked on four straight pitches, and their coach came out to talk to the pitcher, and stalled as long as he could. The rain started again, and evidently the umpires were a little ticked at his delaying the game by not bringing in another pitcher. I guess they felt that he was going to the dugout and would then turn around and walk back out again and then change pitchers. When he reached the dugout and turned around to go back to the mound, the home plate umpire ejected him from the game. 

The infield umpire went into their dugout, determined who was now in charge and had him bring the relief pitcher into the game, thereby speeding things along.

When the ejected coach protested, the umpires told him to get out or forfeit the game. He left quickly, cursing vehemently.

Allen Temple, on orders to speed things up by our coaches, sent the first pitch into left-center for a double that brought Bannion home. With runners on second and third, Woods lined to short, and Patagonis struck out. But Olsewski worked a three — two count for a walk, loading the bases. 

I could see the lighting crackling in the sky a few miles away, and knew we didn't have much time left to play. Ed Saniki pinch-hit for Billy Jennings, and promptly singled to center and I scored, tying the score, but Allen was thrown out at the plate in a very close play. We didn't argue, but raced out onto the field, determined to get three quick outs, and a tie.

The umpires conferred briefly regarding the encroaching thunderstorm and whether to allow play to continue. They opted to continue play, but warned both teams they would end the game if the lightning got any closer, or if the rain worsened.

It was a big decision for us; a tie meant a doubleheader the next day with a depleted pitching staff. That was almost a certainty of losing at least one of the two games and not getting to the state tournament.

In the bottom of the ninth, with Duane pitching in relief of Olsewski, the Wolverines managed a bunt single, but did not score. We were in extra innings.

In the top of the tenth, with one out, Lou Clemons smashed the third pitch over the fence into the enveloping darkness. We had the lead, but the rain began falling harder.

Duane took the mound and waved off any warm up pitches. The umpires helped, goosing the Wolverine batters into getting into the batters box quickly. Duane got the first to pop to second, walked the next batter, but he was caught stealing and there was now two out and one to go. Why he tried to steal I'll never understand. But I'm glad he did.

A loud clap of thunder announced the approaching lightning storm's presence.

"You got three, maybe four pitches before I have to call it," the home plate umpire announced loudly.

Duane hitched up his pants and stared at Clemons catcher's mitt. I knew he could throw strike after strike at times, and hoped it was one of those times.

The batter was stalling as much as the umpire would allow, and gain a tie, and so took the first two pitches, working the count to one and one. Another clap of thunder and Duane hit the inside corner for strike two.

Now the batter dug in to protect the plate. I leaned forward in expectation out in centerfield, and almost fell over. Ball two. The umpire looked up at the sky and decided to continue.

Dune put a fastball down the heart of the plate, daring the batter to hit it. He swung, and hit a sinking line drive to left field. Artie Spears raced in, then dove and caught the ball inches off the grass. He slid about fifteen or twenty feet on the wet grass, ending up a foot or so off the infield dirt. We'd won! And seconds later the lightning flashed across the outfield as we held off any celebration and ran for our lives to get out of the lightning's range.

If we won the following day, we were assured of a slot in the state tourney.

And I was slated to start for our side.

The Girls:

Meanwhile, over in Leah's bedroom:

"So, tell me," Leah said, pushing her girlfriend.

"Tell you what?" L. O. asked, sounding confused.

"What'd Duane do?"

L. O. shrugged, but her pulse was racing. "He said he wanted me to ... I mean I had him in my mouth, you know?"

"And?"

"He wanted to come on my face."

Leah stared at her for a second, and then laughed. "So you despise him for that?"

"I..." L. O. was on the verge of tears, so Leah put her arm around her and cooed in her ear, "There, there, it can't be that bad."

L. O. allowed herself to be babied for a minute or two, and then whimpered, "It wasn't like I screwed up the blowjob. I did everything you and Bree said to do."

"Teeth?"

"No teeth, I was especially careful there."

"Then what?"

"I told you, he didn't want to cum in my mouth. That's what I expected. He insisted that he cum on my face."

"Did he?"

"Yes! And it was so degrading!"

"Was there anything else?"

"No, nothing."

Leah shrugged L. O.'s denials off, saying, "No biggie. He'll call you back and apologize, maybe even beg you to do him again."

L. O. swallowed, then squeezed her legs together. She was thinking that maybe she had done something wrong and didn't even know what it was. She wanted him to call back right that moment. If he asked again, she would suck his cock, and let him cum on her face.

Leah picked up a bottle of red nail polish and shook it. "Hold out your hand," she said, and twisted the cap off.

L. O. looked at her reflection in the mirror as she held out her hand. Leah pulled her closer, and rested L. O.'s hand on her bare knee. She touched the brush to the nail on her pinky finger, painted it quickly, and moved on to the next. The tip of her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth.

"That's a nice color," L. O. said. The deep red polish sparkled. "I bet Aubrey will like it."

"He will. He always seems to notice things like that. I think that's one reason all the girls are crazy about him."

"Yeah..." L. O. said dreamily.

"Did you know older women are constantly chasing after him?"

"No way! Who?"

"Your nails are done," Leah said, ignoring L. O.'s question. "If you want, I'll brush your hair while we wait for them to dry."

"Okay, but tell me about those women."

"Turn around."

She set the nail polish on the table by the bed, and picked up the hair brush. L. O. scooted around on the bed, turned her back to Leah, and sat with her legs crossed while her hands rested on her knees, and her fingers spread wide. Leah was quiet while she brushed.

L. O. began to fidget.

Feigning exasperation, Leah sighed and said, "All right ... but no names."

"Go on, go on!"

"I think it started when he danced in the Nutcracker around the holidays. He was wearing this cup over his dick ... I forget what it's called, you must have seen a ballet dancer ... you know, with that big bulge down there. Anyway, it chaffed, so he took it out of his pants..."

"He took it out ... in front of everybody?"

"No, silly, when he was off stage. Anyway, when he came back on, he was looking at, or down someone's cleavage, and got a boner. Well, you've seen how big he is, and God knows how many mothers and friends of the mothers were there watching. He told me they started approaching him everywhere, in the food stores, on the street, even at school."

"Oh, my God!"

"Yeah, and they made it plain as to what they wanted."

"He went with them?"

"Of course he did. I mean what if a college guy came on to you, wouldn't you be tempted to fuck him?"

"I don't know ... I mean I've never..."

"Anyway, they taught him a thing or two about making a woman happy."

"And he still likes high school girls?"

"He likes women, period."

"I heard that Mr. Albertson has a big one," L. O. said out of the blue.

"I heard it too. You think he's boning someone?"

"Maybe. Who did you hear it from?"

"Arlene Sommers."

"Hah! She told me too."

"Maybe she's sampled it," Leah said, knowingly.

"You think?" L. O. said giddily, accepting it as if it were fact.

Leah changed course, and asked, "Would you let Aubrey come on your face?"

L. O.'s face turned deep red.

"You would, wouldn't you?" Leah teased, noting that L. O.'s nipples had turned to points of steel.

"He'd kiss me afterward, wouldn't he?" she asked Leah, as if she would know.

"Most likely; he kisses me all the time; we've even swapped his cum once."

"No!"

"Yes! He kissed me after a blowjob, and I spit it into his mouth. He laughed and grabbed my face so I couldn't pull away. He waited until I stopped laughing and gave it back to me."

"What'd you do then?" a highly aroused L. O. inquired, finding it hard not to touch her pussy which was on fire.

"I swallowed it all, and kissed him again to show him it was all gone. Then he fucked me doggy-style."

"Ohhhh..." L. O. moaned and sent a hand into her jeans. Leah watched her rubbing her pussy.

"Got you all hot and bothered, huh?" Leah smiled evilly.

"Yeah..."

Neither girl spoke for a time, then...

"He..." L. O. started to say, and then faltered.

Leah realized she was about to open up about what had happened between her and Duane.

"C'mon, there had to be something else, LO," making a nickname of her initials. "There had to be. Did he squeeze your breasts too hard?"

In a barely audible voice, she replied, "He didn't touch them."

"What? How could he not do that? I mean, your tits are gorgeous."

L. O. began again. "Duane ... wouldn't kiss me after; wouldn't even touch me. It was like I disgusted him. He took me home, didn't say goodnight, just stared straight ahead, and roared off when I closed the car door."

"That sonofabitch!" Leah cried out, and pulled L. O.'s chest to her face and held her tightly.

"Wait until Aubrey finds out," she said, and the words hung threateningly in the air, until an idea flashed through Leah's mind, and she whispered, "Why don't we get more comfortable?"

"What?"

"I want to see them."

"What?"

"Your tits. I can't believe Duane didn't go for them."

"Well, he didn't," she replied defensively.

"Aubrey told me he thought you had the greatest pair he'd ever seen."

"But ... he hasn't seen..." Slowly her hand came back up and out of her jeans. Using both hands, she cupped her breasts.

"I know, I know. I mean ... you know, a guys sees a girls chest and thinks he sees her tits. That's why girls can get away wearing falsies."

"He found them nice?" Her hands still held her breasts.

"Yes he found them nice. My goodness, he attacked my little boobies after you left."

"He did?"

"Yes, he did. He left them almost raw."

"Oh!"

They were silent for moment, and then L. O. said quietly, "I guess it would be all right."

"That's the spirit," Leah chirped, and promptly peeled off her T-shirt. As usual, she was bra-less.

With her eyes riveted on Leah's extended nipples, L. O. opened and removed her blouse and followed by slipping out of her bra.

"What do you think?" she asked Leah.

"Compared to you, I'm a starving Ethiopian," Leah said, and then giggled.

L. O. had to laugh. "You think?"

"Well look at me ... then look at those cantaloupes of yours. No contest, right?"

"I never meant to compare..."

"I know," Leah said, and knelt at L. O.'s feet and took one of her hands. She held it in both of hers, gently caressing it. After a moment she slid her hands up L. O.'s arm, slowly, deliberately, letting her get used to another woman's touch. 

"How does that feel?" she asked in a voice that was almost a whisper.

"Goooood..." L. O. sighed, unquestioningly reveling in the sensation.

Leah's hands moved up to caress L. O.'s neck, then her face. She closed her eyes and her face registered a smile of pure pleasure. She tilted her head up, when Leah brushed under her chin. And when Leah leaned forward and planted a small, gentle kiss on her cheek. L. O. let a small moan escape her throat.

Emboldened by the moan, Leah moved her hands downward, stroking the other girl's shoulders, and sides. L. O. trembled and Leah's hand moved across her belly to her left breast. L. O. let out a surprised gasp, and arched her back under Leah's touch.

"Oh, God!" she whimpered the moment Leah cupped her breast and began to squeeze it in a gentle massage.

"The other one ... please?"

"Want me to bit those nips a little?"

L. O. moaned. Leah took her right breast and caressed it some more before moving to taste the nipple.

Her mouth closed down on it.

"Oh, sweet..." L. O. moaned.

After a minute or so passed, Leah released the nipples and said, "Let's lose the jeans, huh?"

"Okay..."

Leah eased the jeans and flimsy panties from L. O.'s lithe form and stared at her golden pussy.

"Kiss them..." L. O. moaned.

Leah's mouth returned to the nipple, but her hand strayed down the length of L. O.'s thigh, and back up, this time sifting through the patch of blonde hair surrounding her mons.

L. O.'s legs parted like water, and her hips rose up toward the hand in welcome. 

"Sorry," she said apologetically, "I'm all wet down there."

Leah let the nipple slid from between her lips and kissed L. O. full on the mouth. Her lips lingered, and as her tongue darted out and between L. O.'s lips L. O. groaned deeply, and wrapped her arms around Leah, crushing her to her.

They moved down on the bed, Leah now on top. 

Their arms and legs intertwined in a fluid tango of passion. L. O.'s breath was coming in little gasps as Leah moved her mouth downward, briefly tracing her collarbone and over the curve of her right breast. She circled her tongue around the hard pink nipple, and then took it in her mouth, sucking it between her teeth. L. O. arched her back and let out another loud groan as she slid her hands down Leah's back, and gripped her ass tightly.

Leah worked on the one breast for a time before switching to the other as L. O.'s moans and gasps became more frantic.

Leah was moving again, down her belly in a series of licks and small kisses. She ran her tongue through L. O.'s golden bush, tracing a little circle and then moving straight down between her thighs, deep into the cleft of her pussy.

L. O.'s moans became cries as she thrust her pelvis up and down, but gently so as not to interrupt what Leah was doing. She put a hand to her mouth to stifle herself but it was a losing battle as her movements became more and more frantic and her cries got louder.

Finally her hips arched as high as they could possibly go, and she screamed, "Oh, God, I'm gonna cum!"

The climax lasted several minutes before she crested and began to come back to earth. Tears were running freely down her cheeks. Leah planted a last, gentle kiss on her quivering pussy, and then crawled back up to lay face to face with her; arms wrapped around each other like long-time lovers. And they rested.

L. O. sighed contentedly. "My God, I never thought it would be this intense. This was something I think I really needed." She wiped at the still damp tears on her cheeks. "Jeez, I'm crying, what the fuck..."

L. O. whispered, "I love you," in Leah's ear and Leah nodded silently. They lay together a moment longer, savoring the warmth, and then Leah leaned up on her elbow and caught her eye.

"Would you want to fuck Aubrey?"

"Is he coming over?"

"No, he's out of town at a ballgame. Maybe tomorrow night though. How's that work for you?"

"I won't do it unless you say its okay."

"It's okay, but you gotta do me now."

"But I never..."

"Until just now, neither had I. So look at it as a first. Then tomorrow you'll have another first with Aubrey. And I'll tell you this, he's perfect for firsts; gentle and easy going, and then when you want it hard and fast, he's there for you. He'll have you coming like crazy and then he'll fuck me silly."

L. O. was already rubbing her pussy frantically.

Leah laughed at her and asked if she needed another release.

"Huh? The sexually dazed girl blurted.

"I'll finger you to another cum, but then you go down on me until I tell you to stop. Is that a deal?"

L. O. had two fingers churning away at her cunt, when she nodded violently. "Yes! It's a deal!"



Handsome Ch. 21



Chapter 21

Ménage

I got to start the game the next morning against the Parkland Rangers. They had finished in the top five last year, but weren't quite as good this time around. They did have a sophomore who could throw the ball, but he had pitched the day before and thrown a two-hitter. My opponent today didn't have near his velocity, relying mostly on a sneaky curve that fooled most batter the first couple times around the order.

I gave up two singles in the first, but got out of the inning within further damage. We got two runs in the third. Lou Clemons hit another homer and a walk, an error and a single brought the other one home.

The game remained 2- 0 into the seventh, when I doubled, and scored on a base hit to left by Patagonis. I tired a little in the eighth, and gave up two runs on a long homer by their right fielder.

Champ Banion homered for us in the ninth, and Duane finished up. We won, 4 — 2, and celebrated the fact that we were headed for the state tournament with a decent seeding.

I had a boner for the duration of the bus ride home, thinking about Leah and L. O. and what we'd be doing that evening. 

Several of the guys noticed it and began a chant that went: "Bree's gonna get some, smell it?" and when I grinned back at them, they went crazy slapping each other on the back and high-fiving one another.

"Life is good," I said, and the uproar continued until Coach made us stop.

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On getting home, my Mom had me do a few jobs like mowing the yard and carting some stuff from the attic to the street for a pickup scheduled for the following morning. So I was a little late for my "date" with L. O. and Leah.

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L. O. was right on the button, however, and smiled broadly at Leah, when she opened her front door and said, "Come on in."

Leah told L. O. that her parents were out of town for the evening, but would return early the next day, as she led the way upstairs. The girls had not touched on meeting, and both were slightly nervous at what was to happen later.

Leah led the way into her parent's bedroom, surprising L. O., who said, "Won't they know something's gone on here?"

"It's possible, but I don't care."

"You don't care? Won't they punish you?"

"I doubt it. I know they're both cheating on the other, but they don't seem to know the other's cheating."

It was a large room, with a big king-sized bed with its head against the back wall. On my side of the bed was a chest of drawers, probably full of her mother's things. On the far side, beneath the window, was a dressing table. To the right, facing the foot of the bed was a fitted double wardrobe with mirrored sliding doors.

Leah turned to face L. O., and smiling lewdly, held out her arms, "How about a big hug?"

L. O.'s nervousness evaporated. She went into Leah's arms, and they kissed sensuously.

She made a brief comparison of Leah's mouth with that of Duane's. Her lips were full, and soft, quite different from Duane's. And when Leah's tongue found its way into her mouth, L. O.'s head began to swim.

Leah's hands went to L. O.'s shoulders, and pushed her gently away. Still smiling, she began to undo the buttons on her blouse. L. O. reached behind her neck and pulled the light sweater over her head. When L. O. could see her again, Leah tossed her blouse onto the low stool in front of the dressing table. L. O. carefully folded and placed the sweater onto the chest of drawers.

They looked at each other, Leah, in her little girl-like ivory bra. L. O. almost the same, in her white frilly bra. Both had young, taut shoulders, coupled with flat stomachs. L. O.'s breasts bulged over the cups of her Victoria Secrets bra. 

Leah's smallish, still under-developed boobs failing to fill her smallish cups.

Leah kicked off her shoes, and undid the zip at the side of her skirt. L. O. did the same. They stepped out of their skirts, and placed them on the stool and chest respectively.

Leah smiled again, demonstrating her confidence; reached behind her to undo her bra. L. O.'s opened at the front. The panties quickly followed the bras to the floor.

Both girls then paused to look at the other; paying particular attention to the triangle between the others legs.

Leah held out her arms and L. O. went into them. As they cuddled, L. O. could feel Leah's taut nipples pressing into her breasts -- so warm, so soft, so unlike a man's chest. She felt Leah's long legs against her own, smooth and firm.

"Oh, you're so soft, and smooth," L. O. purred.

"And I love the feel of your breasts pressing into mine," answered Leah.

Their mouths came together in another long kiss that ended with L. O. sliding around to Leah's ear and nibbling gently at the lobe -- something she loved having done to her.

Leah let out a long moan, "Ooooh, I love that." It seemed that a woman does know what a woman likes, even in this small way.

L. O.'s hands ran down to Leah's bottom, and squeezed her globes, while nuzzling her neck.

Leah's head went back, giving her free access to that delightful area under the chin and beneath the ear. L. O.'s senses were already swimming -- and from the delighted sounds Leah was making, so were hers.

After a while, Leah stood back from L. O. and said, "Let's get on the bed."

"Shouldn't we wait for Aubrey?" the other asked.

"No. Let's start without him."

L. O. said, "Really?" amazed that Leah would begin without her professed lover. Further, she offered no further sign of resistance to Leah; and they began to kiss and stroke one another until Leah demanded more, slipping her leg between hers, immediately applying pressure from her thigh to L. O.'s pussy.

They were moaning when Leah started a slow journey down L. O.'s body, then stopping at her breasts, drawing each one into her mouth; sucking and nibbling at the areole of each, while

L. O.'s hand calmly stroked her back.

And when Leah used her teeth on L. O.'s nipples, a spark seemed to jump from them, down to her pussy.

"Can ... can I cum from just this?" she inquired of Leah.

"Yeah ... but I won't let you."

"You won't?"

"I have other plans for that," Leah said as her hands weaved their way through L. O.'s hair, her back and finally the cleft of her ass.

"You've thought this out?" L. O. asked, obviously impressed.

"Um, yeah, took me maybe two seconds."

They laughed at that; but when Leah deserted her breasts and moved to her stomach, L. O. began to quiver with excitement, exulting in the silky smoothness of Leah's touch and body parts every time they made contact with her burning flesh. Her legs opened for Leah, her clit already swollen, her cunt weeping for her tongue.

L. O. bit her lip, glanced down at the top of Leah's head; saw that she was squeezing her own breasts with both hands.

Leah's hands parted L. O.'s outer lips. L. O. knew her clit was engorged, for she was already quite wet. She could smell her arousal, but for a moment was confused by what should have been a familiar odor, until she realized that she was also smelling Leah's arousal as well as her own.

In the next few seconds, two things happened, 

only one of which the girls were aware of. First, Leah's tongue darted out and flickered over L. O.'s clit. Second, I picked that moment to enter the bedroom, and stopped in my tracks, watching as Leah drank L. O. in.

I saw L. O. start to convulse, and thought she was going to pass out. But she merely moaned, "AAAHHHHH!" and pressed her hips up to meet Leah's mouth. Leah flicked her tongue across her clit again, and again, and again. 

And with L. O. moaning and squirming, she took one hand away from her pussy, and sent one and then two fingers into her tunnel. Leah was unbelievably gentle in this, not wanting to hurt her new lover.

L. O.'s legs opened wider. Her hips shot up repeatedly, virtually humping Leah's face without even thinking about what she was doing.

I stood there, unnoticed by either girl, and began to disrobe. When I was naked, I moved to them, and stood next to them at the side of the bed.

L. O. was soon completely out of control; savoring the sensation of being eaten out for the first time; still tightly gripping her own breasts, and moaning continuously, while her head and shoulders rocked from side to side.

I was enthralled by the sight of them. I wondered if I should join in, or allow them to finish. I decided to let them continue, and would have, but L. O. opened her eyes, saw my erection and reached out to it.

Leah felt my presence, and welcomed me while still eating L. O.'s pussy. It was garbled, but I understood her all the same. Meanwhile L. O. had already spit on the head of my dick and was using her thumb to thoroughly lubricate the tip.

"You've been practicing, I see," I told her, smiling down at her.

"You're late," she said, looking up at me, then taking me into her mouth and swirling her tongue around me. I was in heaven.

My eyes roved from L. O.'s mouth and eyes, to Leah's face and fingers, which were now vigorously pumping in and out of L. O.'s cunt.

About thirty seconds later, L. O. seemed to lose control of her body. My dick dropped from her mouth, and her hips lunged into Leah's face. A moment later, she was wailing in the throes of a huge climax.

Leah had one arm wrapped around her thigh, maintaining her position with respect to L. O.'s pussy. Leah slowed her pace, but never quit working the other girl; she appeared content to lavish long slow licks to L. O.'s clit, and as I looked on, L. O. came down from one cum and then soared off on another.

Suddenly, Leah wrenched her mouth away and snarled at me, "Now fuck her good!"

I stared at Leah. She was damp with sweat, hair was all awry, and her face and mouth were covered with L. O.'s secretions.

I smiled weakly at her before I kissed her full on the mouth, and tasted L. O.'s juices. It was a lovely, sweet taste.

But I obeyed Leah's command, and knelt down between L. O.'s spread legs, placed my dick at the entrance of her cunt, and reminding myself that she was a virgin, plowed through her hymen with the first thrust.

I was relying on the fact that she was as relaxed after those orgasms as she'd ever be. I was proven correct, for L. O. immediately began fucking me back. For a first timer, I had to admit she was quite capable.

I halted my thrusting and took a moment to kiss L. O. gently on her swollen lips. Her mouth opened and our tongues introduced themselves.

Leah, moved close, and when my mouth left L. O.'s, she replaced it with hers, then breaking the kiss; she stared at me as if challenging me to say something. I didn't, but resumed my pumping into L. O.'s tight hole.

Leah began stroking L. O.'s hair, and lay alongside us as we continued our fucking; now I had both hands under L. O.'s ass lifting her slightly and garnering deeper penetration. Leah's observing of my fucking L. O. caused my dick to swell even larger, and I let the fingers of my right hand slide along L. O.'s ass until they sank into the crack. Then I pulled her closer to me and began to fuck her hard.

"Wait ... Aubrey, wait!" L. O. gasped.

I kept going.

"Please ... slow down ... oh, Jesus ... Ow! You're hurt..."

Her hands were gripping my back so hard that I found furrows etched in my skin later. Right then, I felt the pain, and envisioned the blood coursing down my back and onto my ass.

Asking myself just who was hurting who, I redoubled the intensity of my thrusting. Off in the background, I heard Leah screaming, "Are you crazy? Stop it!"

I ignored her. I was too close to coming and knew that L. O. might cum before me.

One sensation I recall, was that of my balls slapping against her ass; and, as I recollect, L. O. was now yelling for me to fuck her harder.

"Bree..." Leah screamed in my ear, "Stop it, Jesus, you're going to damage her!"

"Does it hurt?" I asked L. O.

"Fuck yeah ... it hurts!"

"Want me to stop?"

"Fuck no!" And she continued to meet each of my thrusts with one of her own. I fell on top of her and with my finger worming its way into her ass, kissed her passionately on the mouth, almost choking her with my tongue.

L. O. started to cum. As I kissed her I felt a series of explosive orgasms shooting through her.

I growled into her mouth, and terminated the kiss. I renewed my fucking, slamming into her at a greater intensity than before. Her cunt spasmed around my cock, and I came with a burst of semen, covering the walls of her cunt while she howled with pleasure as her cunt convulsed around my shaft.

I rammed my hips into her groin, trying to add to the bursts of pleasure we were both enjoying. Belatedly, I realized that my dick hurt like hell. I later saw that I was badly chaffed and both girls treated it with loving care and affection, trying to restore it in order to fuck them again. But it was not to be.

L. O. moaned happily and continued to grind her twat against my thigh long after I had extracted my dick from her lovely sexpot. It occurred to me that she was still coming.

I kissed her again, more tenderly this time and we lingered, lost in the tranquility of our respective climaxes.

When we finally separated, L. O. and Leah began laughing as they watched her squeeze some cum out of her.

Leah found my dick, took it into her mouth and cleansed me. Then turned to L. O. and kissed her feveredly for a long time. I took the opportunity to examine my dick to see why it hurt and discovered the chaffing.

After the girls finished their kissing, Leah smiled at us and asked L. O. "What'd you think

"Now I know why that's all anybody talks about," L. O. answered promptly.

I realized before Leah that she might have meant either getting eaten out, as well as having had her first fuck.

Leah sat up and took L. O. by the hand. "Come on, we need to get you cleaned up." Both girls hopped off the bed, but before following Leah to the shower off the bedroom, L. O. stood on tiptoes, and kissed the tip of my penis, then licked the upper part of the shaft until my hands went to the back of her head. 

Then she backed away, and with a wide smile, said, "Maybe we'll do that later. After we shower, why don't you give it to Leah? She needs a good cum."

From the shower, already running, Leah hollered out to us, "Has she told you that she loves sucking your smooth, hard cock?"

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After they came out of the shower, we lay on the bed cuddling and kissing quietly in that warmth that follows really good sex. Then, eventually, I sat up, looked at Leah and asked, "What would you like me to do for you?"

At first, Leah didn't know what to say. Then she smiled at me and said, "Bree, honey, you can do anything you like to me. I'm yours."

I smiled at her, mischief in my eyes. "Well, my dick is sore, but I think I can handle a blowjob if you go easy on me."

"Okay, I promise not to hurt your little sweetie-pie," she giggled.

"I think we should use that lovely mirrored wardrobe door," I said.

Leah looked at me, puzzled.

"Turn around," I told her. "Lie on your back with your head over the end of the bed. Then you'll be able to see what I'm doing to you. And you'll also be able to see your face -- that is, if you can keep your eyes open."

Leah turned towards the foot of the bed, and lay down as I had told her, her head over the end of the bed so she was looking into the mirror. L. O. still naked and showing no evidence of shyness about it, took a seat in the cane-backed chair by the dressing table, turning it so that she could watch us.

I crawled alo

ng Leah's body, and started kissing and licking her exposed neck. Almost immediately her eyes started to close. I lightly slapped the side of her bottom. It left a red mark.

"Ouch!"

"Keep your eyes open, Leah. I want you to see."

I could see in the mirror that Leah smiled, and kept her eyes open as I continued to kiss her lovely neck.

My hands went to Leah's breasts. I cupped them from their sides, squeezed them a few times before stroking her nipples with my thumbs. Her mouth opened, and she began to breathe quickly. After a time, I dipped my mouth to her lengthy nipples and licked them. They were hard in my mouth, and moving from one to the other, I bit each of them hard. Leah was squirming under me, moaning and reaching for my dick, evidently, wanting to place it at her entrance.

I bit harder.

"AAAHHHHH," she moaned loudly. I took a quick look over at L. O. Her hand was between her legs, several fingers were frantically plying her cunt, but her eyes were riveted on us.

Leah's eyes began to close again. I slapped her rump and her eyes snapped open.

"Keep looking, Leah," I warned.

"Put it in!"

"I will ... just not yet."

"Oh ... you bastard!"

I slid down to her tummy, and stuck my tongue into her navel, and seeing me do this in the mirror, she moaned again.

Gradually I traced my tongue down the lower part of her belly, leaving a slug-like trail in my wake. I kissed my way through her pubic hair and paused for several seconds at the entrance to her sex.

Watching in the mirror, her hips began to rise up in anticipation.

"Eat her good!" L. O.'s voice called out to us across the room.

Gently, I used my fingers to spread her labia; I could see her little clit poking out from its hood.

"See it?"

"No, I can't," she replied.

"Feel this?" I asked, and then blew gently on it.

"Yes!" she hissed, and grabbed for my head; managed to capture an ear, and pulled my face against her pussy.

"What would you like me to do to you now, Leah," I asked.

"Oh ... please," she murmured weakly.

"Eat her! Eat her now, or I will!" L. O. said threateningly.

I believed her, and so I asked Leah if she wanted me to lick her there.

"Oh ... please," she replied.

I blew gently on her clit again.

"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Lick me there!"

I dipped towards her clit and sucked it into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the tip of it. Her whole pussy was very wet and soon my lips and cheeks were soaked with her juices. Leah had pulled her knees up, and placed her feet as far apart as they would go. She was completely open to me. She looked so lewd and exciting; I had to refrain from putting my dick to her in another frantic fuck.

I glanced up along her body into the mirror: her eyes were closed again, her mouth open, and a delighted look on her face. I saw L. O. had joined us, standing next to Leah's head, blocking her view of the mirror.

"Keep looking, Leah," I told her, "L. O. you're in the way. Let her see what's happening."

"Oh ... I'm sorry, L. O. said contritely, meaning it.

I slipped one, then two, and then three fingers into Leah's tunnel, sliding them in and out, in and out, in and out, while I hungrily sucked on her clit and flicked my tongue repeatedly over its tip.

I felt a familiar tremor surge through her, and knew her climax was approaching.

Leah's legs went even wider apart and her fingers pulled on her nipples, stretching them out to an incredible length.

She called my name, "Oh, Bree, Bree, Bree ... that's lovely. Ooohhhh!"

Her hips were now up off of the bed, thrusting towards my mouth, and she was so open and wet that I could pull my fingers almost out and then push them deeply into her, over and over again. I felt that feeling of power a man feels when he brings a woman to a feeling of total abandonment.

Leah was completely out of control. Her body arched up to my mouth; her legs were wide apart, and her hand squeezed her nipples so hard I worried that she might damage them. Her mouth was open, and her eyes watched what I was doing to her, until there was one long sound, almost a scream, as she exploded and came.

I stopped fucking her with my fingers, but kept my mouth on her. For a while she remained arched up towards me; then she gradually subsided back onto the bed, exhausted. I licked gently along the length of her slit, bringing her down slowly.




Handsome Ch. 21



Eventually, she lifted her head and looked at me along her body, between her breasts, and smiled, a little abashed. I crawled up towards her face, looked into her eyes a moment, and then kissed her deeply and long. 

When I withdrew, Leah wriggled a bit further onto the bed, so her head was on the mattress and looked up at me.

"You're cruel," she said, "making me ask for it."

I smiled down at her. "But you did ask for it, didn't you?" I asked.

"Because ... because I was desperate."

Still playing the game, I asked, "Desperate for what?"

Her arms went around me. She knew what I was doing. "I was desperate for your fingers inside me," she said. "I was desperate for your tongue on my clit. Desperate for you to make me come;" and she kissed me again, and then I felt L. O.'s t mouth worming its way onto ours. A three-way kiss ... a first for me ... and the others for sure.

I took L. O. again a few minutes later. We tried the doggy-style position, and Leah eventually worked her pussy up to L. O.'s mouth. The girl needed no further prompting, and began eating her pussy with wild abandon.

My dick felt fine. It took me longer than usual before I was ready to cum, and I decided to try something a bit different. What I did was to try to lift L. O. with my dick. Okay, I know you can't actually do it. But I had wondered about the effect trying it would have on me and my partner. At first, all I did was strain myself. But just before I gave up, I felt a shudder from L. O.

She tore her mouth away from Leah's cunt and dazedly moaned, "Huh?"

I tried lifting her again.

"Jesus!" she gasped.

Then sputtered, "What ... the fuck?"

And a split second later... "Keep doing that! My God, don't..."

I did it again, and she started to cum. Not just cum, but she was squirting!

Alarmed at what was happening, I took my dick out, and it looked like she was pissing on me. Well, not me exactly, but whatever happened to be directly in front of her.

All in all, L. O. had a magnificent orgasm. Leah's mouth hung open in astonishment as she joined me in watching L. O. squirt for what seemed an extraordinary length of time. When she stopped, she collapsed, laughing and crying, saying, "Unbelievable!" over and over again.

"What the fuck did you do to her?" Leah yelled, thinking I may have harmed L. O.

I told her. And L. O. waved weakly, telling her that what I had done was wonderful, and that she had not been harmed.

In my mind I grasped the first inkling that all was not well with Leah and me. But the idea had to ferment for a time before it crystallized in a clearer understanding of our relationship.

"He..." Leah said, thinking as she spoke "must have been stimulating your G-spot somehow."

"Well," I offered, "I was trying something different. What I did was try to lift her with my dick. I thought at first nothing happened. But then, she ... she told me to do it again, and ... well, you saw the result."

"It was magnificent!" L. O. said in a whisper. "I ... I never did that before."

"Did you cum?" Leah asked, finally showing me some consideration.

"No," I answered.

"Let's do him together, baby," Leah said to L. O.

Leah picked up my cock and held it in the palm of her hand, as it weighing it.

L. O. just sat there, staring at my cock in a daze of lust. Finally Leah began licking it, slowly slithering her tongue all the way up its length, over and over again. Then she planted adoring little kisses all over it, up and down the shaft, as though it were the most beautiful thing on earth.

L. O.'s eyes widened and she licked her lips.

"It's so hot. It's pulsing in my hand. Come feel it," Leah said."

L. O. still didn't move. She just squirmed uncomfortably on the bed.

"Don't you just love how sexy his cock is?" Leah added. "It makes me nuts just seeing it twitch, never mind how it jumps when I get him going." 

Then she went back to sucking my cock, and I saw L. O. get up and crawl over to us.

"Grab it. Stroke it like this. He likes that," Leah said, in between sucks.

L. O. obliged. Her hands were clammier than Leah's, but they still felt nice. I found myself sitting there for the second time in three days with these two women attending to my cock.

L. O.'s days of needing lessons were clearly over. Leah, of course, needed no further instructions. She was a born cocksucker.

"Come on, L. O., lick it with me."

Leah leaned in and began licking it again, and L. O. joined her. And I had two warm, slippery tongues pleasuring my happy cock as Leah looked up at me with shining eyes as if to say, 'See how good I take care of you? Look at the situation you're in here.' 

"Lick his balls, L. O.," she said, and she did. Leah went up my shaft, and took me in her mouth. My entire cock was bathed in warm liquid. 

I looked down at the two pretty little heads, one dark blonde and one light blonde, and all I could do was smile. All of the sudden Leah took me all the way down to the root, and her cheek pressed into L. O.'s forehead. L. O. backed away in awe.

"Holy shit!" she said.

"Mmmmmm," Leah replied, her mouth full of my cock. Then she pulled right off of it, bent it downward, and offered it to L. O.

L. O. took me in her mouth, and trying to emulate Leah, began slurping and bobbing on me. I saw Leah's eyes widen, and then glaze over with lust. She took me in hand and jerked me off with one hand, while guiding L. O.'s head with the other.

L. O. took me from between her lips, and asked Leah: "Show me how you take him all in."

"Relax your throat, like you're yawning," Leah offered. "Just let it slide on down. Go nice and easy."

But it isn't easy relaxing one's gag reflex. L. O. began to choke, and removed me from her mouth, handing me back to Leah, who sucked me into her mouth without saying a word, or making eye contact with her friend.

When she thought that L. O. had recovered, she gave me back to her, saying, "Here, have another try."

L. O. took her time and eventually got most of my shaft down her throat. So she was assured that she had conquered her gag reflex.

"Yeah, that's it!" Leah said encouragingly.

I decided to add some praise of my own and said, "Not too many girls have achieved what you have, L. O. good work."

Her eyes beamed at me and she began sucking furiously, intent on getting me off.

"I'm gonna cum!" I warned her.

The two girls started sharing me. The sounds of their moaning and cooing were driving the three of us wild.

Leah, knowing what was about to happen, took control of the situation, and began jerking me off with both hands, while telling L. O. to keep her mouth open and her eyes shut.

But L. O. was intent on see my ejaculation first hand, and kept her eyes open.

Seeing the look of lust on L. O.'s face did it for me. My come erupted in an explosion of great stringy globs that spewed out first hitting the unprepared L. O. in the right eye, and then her nostril and cheek. Leah directed my dick to her mouth and garnered two jets right on target — her tongue.

I let out a mighty groan as the climax rocked through me. My body churned out the semen with all its might, as though it knew there were two girls receiving it and it would have to give double effort.

After I had relaxed for a few minutes, I asked L. O. is she had ever gushed like that before.

She thought about it before answering. "No ... at least I don't think so."

"Why do you say it like that?" Leah asked.

"Um, because ... um, once or twice when I ... masturbate ... I um, got kinda wet."

"And?" Leah probed.

"And ... um, it was more than usual. You know ... a lot more than usual. I mean, I always get wet down there..."

"We all get wet when we're aroused," Leah said, nodding as if she were on to something.

"How 'bout we try something?" I said.

Both girls looked at me in expectation, then at my flaccid dick, and smiled. "You don't appear to be up for it, Bree." That was Leah speaking, but L. O. had to thinking it too.

"C'mere, LO," I said, tugging her so that she was half sitting, half-laying beside me. "I'll play with your pussy. Leah, play with her tits and kiss her. My idea is to get Lo here heated up and see if we can get her to squirt again.

"Sounds like a plan," Leah said.

"Going to make me cum again, Bree?"

"Gonna try."

"Go for it, man," Leah said and laughed, then pulled L. O. into a long, soul kiss.

I leaned in and began licking L. O.'s pussy, paying attention to her clit. Several minutes later, she was humping my face and moaning into Leah's mouth. I began to finger her, adding a finger when I thought she could take one; and always paying a lot of attention to her clit.

Minutes drifted by. The only sounds in the room were the squish of my fingers as they plunged in and out of her cunt and the occasional moan from one or both of the girls.

"Gonna go for it now," I said aloud. I felt L. O. tense up.

Taking my fingers from her sopping wet hole, I carefully sent my index and trigger fingers into her again. And after two thrusts, began pumping them into her at a furious pace, much the same as if jerking myself off as I neared a climax.

L. O. emitted a loud, "Ugh!"

Leah began pinching her nipples, and L. O. grunted again.

The squishing sound changed to that of a plunger unstopping a toilet, and loud, sucking noises and grunts filled the room.

My arm was tiring, but I continued the assault on her twat. She was more than loose by this point. I could have tried fisting her, but didn't as that wasn't the objective.

And then, with a faint laugh, L. O. began to squirt again. I took some in my mouth and found myself being pushed away by Leah, who consumed almost everything else. Would have too, I expect, but she felt a need to share the juice with L. O. and did, kissing her and spitting a mouth full into the other's eager mouth.

Ten minutes later, it was Leah pumping her fingers into L. O.'s cunt and getting a reasonable squirt, although not anywhere close to the other two.

After checking the time, I decided I had better leave. I spent the next fifteen minutes kissing the girls goodnight. Well, I'd kiss one while the other sucked my dick. When I finally came, and I hardly came at all, I tucked my dick away, kissed them both one last time and left.

L. O. was suggesting that she try the fingers on Leah to see if she could squirt too, as I closed the bedroom door and let myself out the front door.

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Finals & Back to Gerry

All right, I'd better fill you in. I've let three months go by. At first I thought I'd just skip this part and pick up with my Aunt Nicole's wedding. But I realized that would raise too many questions -- too many issues, and so here it is — in condensed form.

I never got another shot at either Leah or L. O. What happened was ... they fell in love with one another and decided that while they loved it when I was with them they didn't feel right about it afterward. And so, I became the odd man out.

My reputation as a ladies' man at school took a hit. Well, for a week or two, until it got around that the two girls were lezzies. Um, I had nothing to do with it, as I kept my mouth shut as was, and still is, my rule. Leah made it known that they were an item to keep the other guys from hitting on them. It didn't take long for the rest of the girls to do a 180 and come after me.

But I had first turned back to Gerry and her husband, Hank for sexual relief. You may remember them as a married couple who were active swingers. And in between was the baseball teams run in the state baseball tournament. I should talk about that as it had a lot to do with me getting a lot of attention from both professional scouts as well as many colleges.

We lost to Woodrow Wilson in the first game of the tourney. But it was quite a game all the same.

It was played under ideal weather, and in front of an overflow crowd. Oh, did I mention that it went 22 innings?

It was the longest game in the state's history, and the fact that it was in the state tournament added to its stature. My opponent on the mound was a guy named Joe Rafferty, a lanky right-hander who would go on to play in the major leagues for some 14 years, and star in several World Series.

We hooked up in a pitching duel that saw me pitch 17 innings of one-hit ball, while Rafferty gave up three hits in the same number of innings. The local TV station had nothing special on the air that afternoon and the news crew, there for a segment on the nightly news, found themselves being instructed to go live with what was happening. So, from the 12th inning on, we were on the air.

I was helped by some dazzling fielding. Well, Rafferty was too. And while I also walked two batters, he didn't walk any. But His team did make three inconsequential errors behind him.

Ah, but it was the strikeouts that caught people's attention. I had 25, he had 21.

We did threaten Wilson in the 15th, when with one out Billy Jennings walked, and Spears singled, sending Jennings to third. The Wilson coach then displayed extraordinary confidence in Rafferty by ordering Tiedemann walked, loading the bases. With the infield drawn in to double-play depth, Rafferty again responded by fanning both myself and Lou Clemons.

It may sound as if I had the better of it. Perhaps, if one just compares me with Rafferty, but we were each dominating the opposition until both coaches thought we had done enough for one day and took us out of the game after pitching 17 scoreless innings.

Casmir Olsewski took over the pitching for us in the bottom of the 18th. He handled Woodrow Wilson as easily as I had. Rafferty's replacement, a short kid that threw hard handled us just as easily. Until the 19th, when with one out, Tiedemann singled sharply to left, and stole second two pitches later. He moved to third on an infield out, and scored when the Wilson pitcher was late covering on a ground ball to first.

Wilson roared back in the bottom of the inning. Their cleanup hitter led off with a triple to center, and came home one out later on a base hit up the middle. Casmir retired the side after that and the game went on, tied at 1 — 1.

In the 20th each team got a runner to second with two outs, but Woods lined out to first, and their best hitter fouled out to third baseman Temple.

The next inning Ed Saniki, usually an outfielder, took over the pitching chores in place of Olsewski. 

The Wilson kid remained in the game. It seemed that every batter after that grounded out to either short or second. That is, until the bottom of the 22nd, when, after the lead-off hitter struck out, their shortstop singled past the outstretched glove of Will Patagonis, our shortstop. The next batter struck out on a three-two count and the runner stole second.

So we had two out and a runner on second with their centerfielder at the plate. Saniki put the first two pitches over the plate and had him at 0 — 2, a major disadvantage. Watching from the dugout, I saw Westrum, the catcher since the 16th inning call for a pitch on the outside. I think it was a fastball, maybe a slider, I was never sure. He missed his target and put it right down the middle of the plate and the batter took him deep to right, clearing the fence by an easy 20 feet. It was over that quickly, 3 — 1, Wilson. We were out of the tournament.

But the press (AP picked the game up and sent it out nationwide), and the TV coverage was broadcast on NBC the following Saturday when the Yankee — Red Sox game was rained out. Rafferty was deluged with offers to turn pro, and did so at the earliest opportunity.

The pros couldn't talk to me as I was only a junior, but at least ten colleges could, and did. Arizona State made it clear that I would have a full scholarship, and hinted at the many girls that would love to see me go there. That cut no ice with me as I had all the pussy a guy could want, even though I'd just been dumped by Leah and L. O.

But it gave me something to shoot for in my senior year, and while I may be jumping the gun here, a week later I made Faces in the Crowd in Sports Illustrated, along with other high school athletes showing promise in various sports. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why they didn't select Rafferty.

School ended, and I played some summer ball, with high school and college guys, but hurt my ankle and dropped off the team four games into their season. I had pitched once, winning 12 — 4. I wasn't sharp at all, walking six batters and giving up four extra base hits. But the batters were on that day and made it easy for me, scoring 8 runs in the first and 4 more in the second.

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I also dropped by Mrs. Gerry Whitestone's, and was welcomed with open arms and other parts.

Sometimes her husband, Hank would be around, and we'd have the obligatory three-some. But for the most part, it was just Gerry and me.

She arranged it so that on several occasions -- perhaps at his request -- that we were just finishing up on the living room couch when he came in from work. I never could quite get used to the sight of this formally clad business exec just whipping it out, and jerking off all over his nice three-piece suit.

One particular day, I dropped by and we started were going at it, and as I slipped my hand up her leg to caress her bare and bloated pussy, she moaned much louder than usual, "Oh, Bree, don't stop!"

I drove two fingers into her wet cunt and smiled as she humped my hand, releasing little satisfied peals of joy as she started to cum.

After she'd finished coming, I kissed her and pulled her to a sitting position so I could readily unzip her dress. After she'd helped me do it, I stripped and had her lay back on the semen-stained couch she and Hank were so proud of.

This particular day, Gerry wore only a garter belt and stockings. I studied her, while stroking my major league erection. She had a small pooch of a stomach, a recently shaven cunt, and a pair of tits to die for.

"Will Hank be dropping in on us today?" I asked.

"No, he's out of town. He'll be back after seven tonight."

That said, watching me with those big, sexy eyes of hers, Gerry made a grab for my dick and jammed it in her mouth, and sucked like crazy. About a minute later, she popped me out, licked her lips lasciviously and said, "I love fucking you, my handsome boy."

"I like fucking you too, Gerry."

A moment later, with my dick back in her mouth, I got this feeling we were being watched. At first I thought Hank might have set up a camera or two in hope of videoing us. But then I noticed the door to the bedroom was open slightly. I wouldn't have thought twice about it, being occupied with Gerry and all, but I saw a fleeting glimpse of movement behind the door.

"Gerry?"

"Mmmph?"

"Take it out a sec."

"Whuh?" she asked with my dick hanging from her lower lip.

"Is Hank in the bedroom watching?"

"Um, no."

"Someone's in there. Who is it?"

Holding my dick at arm's length as if appraising it's value, she said, "It's probably Gretchen, Hank's sister."

"Should we invite her to join us?"

"Um, no. That's up to Hank."

"He isn't here."

A moment later Gerry let my dick go, leaving it pointing at the ceiling, and rose up and murmured, "Um let me see..."

"Hi Gerry," I heard a female voice chirp as Gerry opened the bedroom door.

"Gretchen ... I didn't hear you come in."

"Oh, I got here just before you did."

"Why didn't you let me know?"

"I was trying to put this damn thing together. I wanted to surprise you."

"What is it?"

"It's a sex machine."

"Wow!"

About that time, I wandered into the bedroom and saw a gorgeous blonde, wearing a lime green mini dress. I knew who she was even before the introduction.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi yourself," she replied.




Handsome Ch. 21



"Oh, Aubrey, this is Gretchen, my sister."

"Hello, Gretchen," I said, and made my dick twitch.

"Oh, my!' she exclaimed. "I'm very pleased to meet you ... and your big friend there."

"We have a kind of afternoon delight every so often," Gerry said matter-of-factly.

"Um," Gretchen replied, as if it were not a major news bulletin. "Love the garter-belt effect, Gerry."

Thank you. Victoria Secret's has 'em."

"Ah, I'll have to stop by there and see if they've got something like that for me to tantalized Jeff with."

Gerry turned to me and said, "Jeff's her husband."

I had heard Gerry say a while back that Gretchen was about twenty-five, and had been married for about two years. She had also mentioned that Gretchen and Hank had been fucking each other for years; that her marriage was not an impediment to that, and that Gerry had agreed to Hank and Gretchen's making it whenever possible even before they got married.

"What's the machine do?" I asked, suspecting that I already knew exactly what it did.

"Well," Gretchen said, "I'm supposed to sit in the chair, and lubricate the thingy there, insert it in my ... do you really want to hear all this?"

"I'd rather see how it works," I said.

"I thought you might," she replied with a lewd smile. "But I'm having trouble putting it together."

"Have you used it before?" Gerry asked.

"No ... well, not this one. I did try one out before I bought it though."

"And?" Gerry said.

"I couldn't count all the orgasms I had."

"How long did you use it?" Gerry asked.

"Um, about twenty minutes."

"About?" Gerry said, probing for more information.

"I fainted. When I recovered I wrote the damn check, and had them put it in my station wagon. I drove directly here after that.

"Are you still wet?" Gerry inquired with a wry grin.

"I'm always wet," Gretchen answered, giving my dick a long, greedy look.

"I should have known you'd say that."

"Um, did I interrupt the two of you?"

"No!" I said.

"Yes, as a matter of fact," Gerry said a split second later.

"Okay ladies," I said sensing that Gerry might be a little pissed of at her sister for intruding like this. "Maybe I can help with putting this thingy together. Then perhaps Gretchen will show us how well it performs."

"That's very kind of you, um, I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

"Aubrey," I said, and put my arm around Gerry's shoulder in a show of possession.

"Does Hank know Aubrey?" Gretchen asked, and I saw Gerry's eyes throw daggers at her.

"Yes, he does. We've had some good times together."

I moved to the machine and examined the various components. It appeared to be a simple matter of connecting some parts and tightening them with a wrench.

"Gerry, do you happen to have a wrench, or toolbox?"

"Oh ... yes, Hank has one in the garage."

"I'll get it," I said and left the two women to settle things between them.

I was back in less than five minutes and made quick work of putting the machine together.

Both women professed amazement at my proficiency. I knew they were bullshitting me, but let it slide, saying, "My real proficiency lies in another area."

"You can say that again," Gerry laughed, and I saw the tension fade from her face.

"Why not give us a demonstration, Gretchen?"

"Oh ... well, I was hoping to save that for both you and Hank a little later."

"But Bree here put it together for you. You should at least show him how well it works."

Hoping that I would come to her rescue, Gretchen took hold of my right arm, and rubbing it said pleadingly, "Sweetie, you don't really want to see a demo, do you?"

"I'd love to see you have an orgasm, Gretchen. I swear I won't touch you while you're on the machine."

"Or after you dismount either," Gerry added.

And so, with a disappointed pout, Gretchen reached into her purse and extracted a tube of lubricant and slathered it over the rubbery penis fixed to a piston-like rod that obviously moved back and forth at varied speeds. That done; Gretchen gave us a sort of dirty look and pulled her lime green dress over her head and stood nude in front of us.

"Um, Gerry will you do the honors and line the damn thing up for me?" Then she sat down in the chair. This put her in an almost horizontal position. It was similar to when one is sitting in a reclining chair with it in the furthest back position.

Gerry giggling like a schoolgirl took hold of the rubberized penis with two fingers and guided it to the mouth of Gretchen's cunt.

Gretchen was already masturbating, and I watched as her cunt opened like a flower with the rays of the sun upon it, and as she reached out and turned the machine on.

It was amazing. The penis responded by moving forward and back slowly, just as I would on first entering a woman. Gerry took hold of my hardon and gave it a squeeze. I made it pulse in her hand and she squealed in delight.

Gretchen glanced at us, and grimaced. I knew she was jealous that Gerry had the real thing, and she was left with a rubber replica.

I held that thought for a couple minutes until the replica began pounding into her snatch without pause.

She came. It wasn't faked, I don't care how good woman are at that. This was real. And moments later, she came again.

I heard Gerry moan as Gretchen's juices turned a frothy white from the pounding. Her legs were spread wide, trying to gobble more of the replica than the machine intended.

"They..." Gretchen started to say, " ... have bigger ones ... should have got one!"

I heard Gerry whisper under her breath, "I'll say!"

And then she was pulling me back to the living room, saying, "Let's fuck, baby!"

I half fell into an easy chair and pulled her into my lap. She squealed again as she inserted my dick into her.

"Oh, Jesus, you fill me up so good," she moaned.

Gerry came quickly. I kept fucking her and a minute or so later we both came.

We remained in the chair, me inside her, waiting for the resurrection.

Gretchen opened the bedroom door and peeked out. I saw the joy in her face and grinned at her.

"Was it good for you too?"

"Yes, it was, motherfucker," she said and laughed as she came naked into the living room.

"Gerry, I'm sorry I was such a bitch back there."

"Not to worry," Gerry replied coming down from Olympus, or wherever women go when they've had a great cum.

"Might I?" Gretchen began.

"Of course you may," Gerry replied.

And while I was wondering what the fuck they were talking about, Gretchen knelt before us. Gerry unhitched herself from my semi-hard dick and slid down so that her cunt was eye level with Gretchen's mouth.

Gretchen sighed and went down on her. Lapping up all the jizm that I'd deposited in her natural sperm bank.

Later I learned that this was called a cream-pie. I filed it away as Gerry seemed enthralled with it all.

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It really was inevitable that at some point I would find myself in a bed with Hank's sister, Gretchen.

It happened the following evening. Both women took turns on the machine. They had made sure to purchase several other devices to add to the rubberized penis, one of which was at least a foot long and about as thick as my wrist.

Hank and I watched, well, we let whoever wasn't riding the machine suck our dicks, but had them hold off from making us come.

And so, a half hour or so later, after Hank had fucked Gretchen and I fucked Gerry, it made sense that, after a little rest, Gretchen and I would find ourselves fucking; which was precisely what I'd wanted to do since we'd first met the day before.

It was it turned out, a mutually enjoyable interaction. Three thrusts into her snatch, I murmured, "This is so scary, it's so good."

"It is, isn't it?" she huffed.

I thought I heard Gerry giggle off to one side, but was never certain. Nor would she admit it later when I asked about it.

And as I reached the point where I was putting it to her for all I was worth, Gerry husked into my ear, as though taking an order for drinks.

"Would you like me, or Hank to finger her for you, honey?"

"Oh, sure ... can you do her ass?"

"With pleasure," she answered, and promptly did just that.

Gretchen came with a tumultuous scream two thrusts later, and rolled away from me, unable to handle any more cock for the time being.

Gerry pounced on my dick and sucked me to a riotous spurt down her throat.

I lay there sated for the moment, breathing heavily, one hand on Gretchen's full breast, the other on Gerry's thigh, inches from her slit.

Hank broke the silence to ask, "Has the kid seen Gretchen squirt?"

"I don't think so, Hank," Gerry replied. "Did you, honey?" she asked me.

"No, I haven't." I told them, and immediately began looking forward to what might be the next event in the big bedroom.

"Tell you what," Hank said graciously, "We'll let her rest a little longer, then we'll set her up on the machine for, oh maybe ten minutes. Gerry will eat her for a while, and if she's not ready, I'll fuck her until she feels it coming. Then you jump on. It's really something to be part of it."

"I have to admit, it really is special," Gretchen chirped and squeezed the hand I had resting on her boob.

I found myself picturing a geyser spraying from this woman's cunt, and just minutes later, I found I wasn't that far off the mark.

Gretchen mounted the machine, and began with the rubberized penis from the day before. "I don't want to wear my pussy out," she laughed. Soon enough her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and she was moaning constantly.

Gerry had to help the weak-legged Gretchen dismount, and was quickly between her legs sucking and licking voraciously.

I know that Gretchen had had to cum from the treatment thus far, she never denied it. And it was obvious that moments after Hank sank his tool into the morass that was now her cunt that she came again.

"Close, baby," she groaned, I'm pretty damned close!"

Hank rolled out and away from her.

Gerry shoved me onto Gretchen, and I began to hump her as fast as I could.

"OH! Wonderful!" she groaned.

A second later, I felt her cunt convulse around me and she was jerking up at me as if try to throw me off of her. I enjoyed the convulsive grip upon my dick for a moment, and then heard her grunt. My first thought was that they'd played me and she was actually taking a shit while I was inside her.

The revulsion of that thought evaporated as the force of the geyser she was letting loose, expelled me from her cunt, and she showered me with her ejaculate.

Hank and Gerry were shrieking with laughter. Gretchen might have joined in, but was still enjoying the pleasure of squirt after squirt, all, or most of which, was directed at me.

I was literally covered with her spray.

"Guess I should take a shower," I announced as yet another, the final one, it turned out landed on my calf.

"Gerry can do it too," Hank laughed.

"But not nearly as much," Gerry added, wanting Gretchen to remain in the limelight of our affection in that regard. The three of them lolled on the bedding, avoiding the wettest potions and I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower.

When I returned it was evident that Hank had been working hard to get Gerry to squirt as well.

Gerry saw me first and called out, "Hurry Handsome, I'm getting pretty close," with a wicked looking twinkle in her eyes.

Gretchen had hit me with a couple good sized spurts; it was almost as though she had pee'd on me. So I couldn't even begin to imagine Gerry being able to top that by too much.

I was way off base on that. Hank, who was fingering his wife while Gretchen kissed her, waved me over and had me take his place in masturbating her; actually placing my hand onto her wet folds.

Gretchen was caressing one of Gerry's breasts, teasing one of her nipples into a turgid state that had me salivating in want. But Hank took it upon himself to do that job, and apparently did it well enough to make Gerry moan with pleasure.

I wanted to please her too, and began lapping at her juicy cunt, paying attention to her clit.

I almost missed the telltale grunt she emitted as Gretchen had her tongue in Gerry's mouth. But Hank didn't, "Thar she blows!" He yelled, as if hunting Moby Dick.

I backed away in time to let the first squirt miss me by inches.

But what I view I had of the entire scene. It was like I'd been transported to a porno film and given a leading role.

I couldn't believe any of this was really happening to me. But it was, and would continue on a daily basis until Gretchen returned home.

Then it was Gerry and me, with an occasional appearance by Hank when he left work early. But amazing as it sounds; I grew tired of her and soon began looking elsewhere.



Handsome Ch. 22



Party Girls

With school finished, certain parents went on vacation, leaving both their kids and homes available for the ultimate summer partying.

Hayley Masters had parents who were independently wealthy, and traveled the world every summer. With Hayley having just turned eighteen, they allowed her to remain home when they flew off to Greece.

Further, they left her with a brand new spanking red Corvette.

She had just picked me up, and we were tooling along the highway doing 95 with nary a trooper in sight when she popped the question.

"When are we gonna fuck, Bree?"

"I thought you'd never ask, Hayley."

"Bullshit, you've been busy humping that woman over on Elm Street. Everybody knows it."

"Everybody knows shit," I replied, following my rule never to discuss my women.

"C'mon, Bree, you're the talk of the school. All the girls trade stories about you."

With that she let one hand leave the wheel and lightly scratched my thigh. I laughed and brought her hand onto my rising boner.

"OH!" she barked, and momentarily lost control of the Corvette.

"Watch what the fuck you're doing, Hayley!"

"Sorry ... wanna go to may place?"

"Anyone home?"

"No, the maid comes by tomorrow to clean and stuff."

"Okay then. By the way, I'm fresh out of rubbers, got any?"

"There must be a gross or two in my father's room."

"It's nice to be prepared. Does he have any other niceties around?"

"Ton's of shit."

"You mean grass?"

"That and lots of other shit."

Great, let's get it on."

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Hayley was naked. Her dark skin glistened with sweat as she stretched out on the bed and pushed my head away from her crotch.

"Stop, please..." she laughed, weakly. I'd learned quickly enough that she loved oral; could come repeatedly, and was now sitting in a puddle of her own juices. I got up and found a towel to put under her ass, and then tied her wrists to the headboard, and dove down between her thighs again.

I stayed there for a long time, listening to her shrieks and repeated climaxes, marveling at the fact that we were alone in the vastness of her home. She had told me it was over 10,000 square feet, not counting the guest house on the other side of the pool.

I found her to be excessively clean. Perhaps she was the cleanest girl/woman I'd ever been with. Maybe she was neurotic about her over-washing, trimming, shaving and deodorizing, but it was no skin off my ass, so why object?

Whatever Hayley thinks about her cleanliness', I personally found her a delicious morsel.

I took another little lick, off the tip of her labia, now swollen and sticking out like little pink muffins.

Hayley moaned, and then said pleadingly. "Let me go."

"Why?"

She giggled. "I need to pee."

That made me laugh along with her, but I didn't relent. "What will you give me if I let you go?"

"Oh, you know I'll give you anything sweetie," she purred.

I sat astride her, my boner and balls resting against her soft warm belly, and reached for her wrists, tied with a red silk sash knotted into a decorative bow. I pulled one loose.

"What if I told you I want to fuck your little ass?"

Her eyes flashed, I sensed little Hayley was aroused at my talking dirty to her.

"Fine ... but I need to pee and clean up ... you know, especially back there."

I told her that I liked her when she was sweaty and hot.

Hayley bit her lip. I saw she was serious. "No, I need to, really."

I reached up, and loosened the other sash. Her hands were free. I kissed her, slowly, sucking her tongue into my mouth, nibbling on her lips. She started wiggling around impatiently, and finally broke the kiss.

"Sorry sweetie, I really have to..."

I let her go, mumbling, "Yeah, yeah," and watched her disappear into the bathroom for a while. I may have dozed off because the next thing I knew, Hayley was tugging at the wet towel under my ass.

"Gotta throw this in the laundry, sweetie," she was saying, as she dragged it out from under me.

I said nothing, having a sense of relief at the feel of the cool dry silk sheets now sticking to my semi-wet ass.

"Hey," she said in greeting on her return.

"Hey yourself," I replied, smiling at her.

She ran her hands up and down her body, stroking her breasts, her belly, her thighs, and then turned and put her ass toward my face. It had been scrubbed nine ways from Sunday. Both inside and out, of that I was sure.

"Like it?" she asked.

"C'mere!" I growled, and dismissed any idea of having to restrain her, even lightly.

She giggled and caressed her rear; and then ever so delicately, Hayley slid her hands between her cheeks, leaned forward, and looking over her shoulder and straight into my eyes, pulled them apart to display the freshly washed cleft.

My finger trailed down the small of her back, across the sensitive pucker of her ass and in between her legs. Hayley groaned excitedly and crawled into bed next to me.

"It's nice and clean for you, sweetie."

"Thank you, baby, I appreciate a clean ass. I really do."

But I didn't jump right in, knowing there would be a greater reward if I brought Hayley along slowly. And so, I began making love to her by kissing her ear; sucking at her earlobe until she let out a quiet but satisfied moan. Only then did I release the lobe and move slowly across her face to her chin. We engaged in a torrid kiss; swapping saliva and dueling with our tongues. 

Until I decided to move on, and did, kissing my way down her lithe body, stopping to suckle at her fully taut, cherry nipples.

Hayley, already fully aroused, moaned loudly when I bit down on her left bud, sending an electrical shock from the nipple directly to her cunt.

I smiled inwardly as a dark flush of intense arousal began to cover the upper portion of her body. She was breathing heavily as I kissed my way slowly across her stomach. When I reached her glistening pussy, I gave one long lick up her slit, causing Hayley to gasp; then kissed her inner thighs, stopping only to wet a finger in her flowing juices, and then inserting it up her ass.

"Oh, my, oh, my!" she moaned, squeezing her left nipple with the fingers of her right hand.

I wiggled the finger in her ass, and she whimpered; her hips moved rhythmically to meet my thrusting digit. I leaned into her, and resumed my licking and sucking, and a moment later Hayley wasn't capable of speech.

Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Her body was trembling, and every time I went back to her cunt, her body jerked, and a moan escaped her mouth. I pushed my face into her pussy, flicking my tongue hard against her clit, then drew it into my mouth and sucked.

Hayley found enough voice to scream out as an orgasm overtook her.

She kept screaming until I covered her mouth with my hand while telling her to shut up.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, her face contorted from an expression of pain and torment to one of intense pleasure. I resumed eating her and she began to flop under my mouth like a fish out of water; then with the next series of orgasms, she went limp, totally out of it.

I took the opportunity to closely examine her cunt. Her juices were bubbling up from her hole and I licked and sucked them away. I studied her clitoris and teased it, noting that although unconscious, her body reacted as I thought it would, jerking up to meet my lips and tongue.

I brought her to another climax and then satisfied myself with caressing her thighs and breasts until she revived on her own.

When she came back, there was a slight line of drool at the corner of her mouth. I gently wiped it away, wiping my hand on the silk sheets.

"How you feelin'? I inquired.

"Wonderful! Just ... wonderful!"

We kissed and after playing another round of tongue tag, I said, "Time for some ass play. Are you ready for it?"

"Anything you want, lover man," she sighed.

I contented myself with playing with her cunt until it started to pump juices again, and then stuck two fingers into her ass.

"Doesn't hurt," she said, "just a little uncomfortable."

"I know," I replied. "I opened you a little while you were coming in your dream state."

"My dream ... state?" Hayley said puzzled.

"Yeah, you um, passed out."

"I passed out?"

"Um, yeah. You kept screaming and coming and ... I guess you couldn't process it all, and fainted, or something."

With my free hand, I cupped her left breast, gently feeling its firm shape and soft skin. She moaned happily, and I leaned forward and took the nipple into my mouth, sucking it slightly, and teased it with my tongue. Hayley responded by closing her eyes and moaned softly. When her nipple was swollen to it full size I gave it a hard squeeze.

Breathlessly she husked, "Wow! I never did that before."

I added a third finger to her ass, and her body stiffened, then jerked sharply at the sudden pain.

"Ouchie!"

I quickly eased the pressure on her rosebud, pulling all three fingers out.

I held them up for her inspection. "Look, see ... no fecal matter."

"Oh!" she yelped, then composed herself and said, "Course not. I cleaned myself for you. But what you did then hurt."

"I'll go slower, Hayley. It won't hurt," I said trying to reassure her.

She stiffened again. "You've got such a big one..."

"Have you done it before?"

She hesitated before answering.

"C'mon, Hayley, you know I don't kiss and tell."

"My ... my father ... does it back there. He doesn't want to take a chance on getting me preggers."

"Well then, you should know that I won't hurt you ... not much anyway."

"You ... you're a lot bigger than him," she said, with a lot of doubt in her voice.

It won't hurt," he reassured her.

"I'll go very slowly, you'll hardly feel any pain, I promise."

"Okay, I trust you ... and anyway..." her voice dropped off.

"What, baby?"

"I all ready told you, you could do anything to me."

Holding my dick in one hand and tweaking her nipple with the other, I began rubbing it over her pussy and asshole. Hayley drew her knees up against her tits, and spread herself open for me.

I sent two fingers into her ass, and told her to reach back and spread her hole even wider for me.

Hayley did it without saying a word. I plucked the fingers out and checked her ass. The hole was open enough for me to give it a try. I grabbed the lubricant and applied a generous amount to her asshole and even more to my dick and put my member up to her backdoor.

"Get ready," I warned, "I'll go slowly now. It might hurt some, but once I get it in it won't hurt anymore."

"That's what Daddy said too."

"I'm not your Daddy, Hayley."

"I know ... at least you care about me."

That caught me off guard. To hear her say she trusted me more than her old man ... well, it shook me, and I vowed to be gentle with her.

I settled myself on my knees, positioned my dick, and went right in. I did feel a little resistance, but nothing to write home about; nor was there any apparent pain to Hayley, who was already wriggling her ass around beneath me like she was going crazy. She had this ecstatic look on her face, like she'd never had it this good with anyone else."

"Oh, yes," she huffed; your big old cock is working pretty well."

"Any pain?"

"Nothing that I could complain about. You went in nice and easy. But not slowly."

"I couldn't help that, Hayley. You accepted me easily. I just went with it."

"I forgive you. Your cock feels so good, and is filling me up."

"I'm glad you like it," I said humping her at a slow pace. I was about halfway in, and didn't want to rush it.

And when I inched in a little more, I felt her tense, and stopped completely.

"Don't ... don't stop! Oh, oh, oh ... I just love the way we're connected."

"Want me deeper?"

"Oh, yes!"

I moved in incrementally.

"Nice! So nice! Bree?"

"Yes?"

"Can you rub my clittie?"

I did, and heard her purr with contentment.

"Like it?"

"Um, I'm gonna have a big cum this way. You wait and see."

"Want me to cum in your ass?"

"Oh, sure!"

I risked pressing further and while Hayley groaned, I didn't get the impression it hurt so much as having wrought even more pleasure out of my penetration.

"OH!" she gasped suddenly. "Right there, Bree. Stay right there!"

"Here?"

"Yes, there!"

"How about here?" I asked moving my hand over her clit at a faster pace than earlier.

"Oh ... lovely! When ... when you ... if I tilt up to meet your hand ... just so."

"Tell me!"

"It's ... you get the right angle and it's ... Perfect! I ... I feel you pressing into me, and your weight and then your hand ... and your cock ... so hard, so deep...

"Christ! I have to bite something!"

I shoved a pillow at her face, and she bite into the corner and then screamed into it.

A moment later, she turned her face to

ward me and groaned brusquely, "Ride me! Oh, fuck me silly!"

I began to pound my dick into her.

"Can ... can you pinch my nips?"

I reached around, round her right nipple and gave it a hard squeeze.

"Almost there!"

I started coming at that and as I continued with my ejaculation, I felt her shuddering as she joined me.

After we'd calmed down, I let my dick pop out of her ass, and was surprised to find some specks of fecal matter adhered to the tip.

I showed it to Hayley, and was surprised when she giggled and shook my flaccid member back and forth.

"I never can get it all," she said and then joined me in a fit of laughter that only ended with her gasping, "Can ... can we do it again?"

I kissed her softly on the lips and then eased my limp dick into her pussy. I stayed there until I began to get hard. She felt it too and used her cunt muscles to contract around me, and with her tongue licking my teeth, I began to fuck the hell out of her.

Of course that triggered another series of orgasms within her, and when they arrived I waited them out before renewing my fucking. I wondered if she'd be up and walking the next day, but really didn't care. I felt myself readying, and tried to fuck right through her until I exploded with Hayley moaning and groaning under me.

(PS: for those of you who might object to my inserting a fecal specked dick into her. She used a wash cloth to clean me off before we proceeded. As I said earlier, Hayley had a cleaning fetish.)

Afterward, near exhaustion, Hayley whispered between kisses that she wanted me to come to a party she was having the next night.

"You'll be having a problem walking tomorrow, never mind throwing a party," I said.

She laughed. "No I won't. I won't have to do anything. The others will. They love coming to my house."

"Who are you talking about?"

"The girls and I," she said," and named three girls in the junior class, "Sandra Nickerson, Janet Hillverton, and Billy Vessily."

"We usually buy lingerie at Victoria Secret's and model it after the guys we invite get drunk on my father's booze.

"And who are the guy's?"

"Pretty much the same ones; but now that I've met you; I'm not sure about the others. Got any suggestions?"

"No. But I recommend picking someone who can keep their mouths shut."

"They can, and will. My Father's going to back them."

"What's that mean?"

"For college. He'll support then in the college of their choice. He's got oodles of money, and donates lots to various universities. Of course, anyone he recommends gets in, and sometimes with generous scholarships.

"So you all screw your brains out at these parties?"

"No ... that is, we haven't yet. I've been waiting for the right guy ... and that's you, Bree. You're my lover man, and I want you to screw the other girls too. Let them get a taste of what a really good cock tastes like.

"Why when Billy hears about you," she said looking me in the eye, "I'll bet she tries to knock me down trying to get her pussy in front of you before I can."

"You've got to be kidding."

"Uh-uh. She definitely has the hots for you. Always had, I know, she's wanted you to do her since you were a freshman."

Evidently, the "Modeling" parties started off innocently enough. Hayley, with oodles of money to spend, took her closest friends shopping every Wednesday. Shoes, dresses, casual attire and accessories, were the typical items purchased.

The other girls, Sandra, Billy and Janet were thrilled to have Hayley as a friend, a rich friend, who treated them very well. But they eventually found it a little boring.

It was Billy who suggested spicing things up by buying sexy lingerie, and that went well for a month or so. They grew accustomed to taking their lingerie back to Hayley's and modeling their purchases for one another while drinking expensive Champagne. The girls all realized that, except for Hayley, none of them could take the expensive lingerie home with them, fearing that their respective parents would not approve, and probably think they were up to far worse activity than merely modeling for each other.

Then one Wednesday, Janet produced a set of vibrators. The girls thrilled to what they thought were orgiastic displays when wearing the skimpiest of lingerie, ultimately taking turns masturbating in front of each other. From that point, it was only a matter of time until one of them, Janet again, who hinted to her boyfriend about the goings on each week at Hayley's.

But Hayley and Billy were reluctant to bring boys over, knowing full well what might happen with them parading around almost naked in front of horny high school boys. A compromise was reached, and three boys were invited, all of whom were already indebted to Hayley's father for one thing or another, and were not in a position to damage that relationship. The deal was that they would party with some booze and light drugs, and make out with one another, mostly pairing off, but sometimes doubling up, but no actual intercourse. The evening would end with the girls putting on a fashion show, at which they modeled their current lingerie.

After the second party using this arrangement, the girls realized that it was only matter of time until they wouldn't be able to control the guys, or themselves, and that they would be screwing all over the place, with undesirable consequences for all involved.

The funny thing was that after discussing it, the girls realized that rumors were spreading about their weekly modeling shows. They agreed it was worth the risk; after all, as Hayley put it, "We have deniability, and my father will defend his reputation and ours to the death."

The only remaining problem was that at least on other boy was needed to make it an even pairing all around.

Two weeks went by without having a party. One reason was that Hayley's parents were home during that period. The second was that the girls were actively seeking the elusive fourth male to join in.

During this time frame, Hayley met me at a record store. I happen to like all kinds of music, and was picking up a copy of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony when I literally bumped into Hayley. She hinted that, given the opportunity, she'd love to go out with me. At the time I was screwing Gerry and her sister's brains out on an almost daily basis. So I left it at a maybe, but not right now.

Declining her invitation made me a special challenge for Hayley. It seems no one had ever turned her down before, and so, every time I turned around, there she was, smiling and sticking her tits out ever so enticingly, for my benefit.

I relented and went out with her. Of course, having grown a little bored with Gerry helped.

Now I was headed for Hayley's. I knew I would be the first guy to arrive. Hayley had told me she wanted to show me off to the other girls, and that was fine with me. What I didn't know was that in recent weeks the girls had been going to sex shops and buying dildos, blindfolds, handcuffs, games, and other toys to add to their collection.




Handsome Ch. 22



Wanting to make a good first impression, I had badgered my mother into giving me enough money to buy some new clothes; well, at least a shirt, slacks and new loafers. So I was starchy new when I rang the doorbell to Hayley's mansion.

It was Billy who opened the door. She wore a see-through body suit, and I couldn't help but gawk at her like the kid that I was, even with all my sexual experience. She was simply stunning to behold.

"Hi, Aubrey, do come in. I'm Billy, in case you don't recognize me."

I recognized her all right. She was one of the more attractive girls at school, but I hadn't reckoned on see all of her that quickly, and there was certainly something to see. Billy had copper colored hair, cut short (for the summer, I later learned). She also had a lovely set of tits that stood up without needing any support from a bra. 

She took me by the hand and led me into the main room where the other girls waited. Sandra, a dyed blonde, wore a filmy black nightie and crotchless panties. She was holding a gigantic phallus in her right hand, and waved it in greeting as I entered the room. 

Sandra's breasts were of uneven size, with her right being decidedly larger than the left. Hayley had warned me about this and told me not to make any comment about the discrepancy to her as she was extremely self-conscious about them. She did have an ass that I wanted to fuck from the moment I saw it.

Janet was sitting in the far corner of the well furnished room. She was a brunette, with the loveliest legs and ass around. Her bust was smaller than any of the others, but from what I could see, and I could see most of them, they were perky with modest sized aureoles.

After I'd greeted the three girls, Hayley made her entrance. It was sensually spectacular. She wore a strawberry blonde wig that must have cost a fortune. She was attired in a power blue negligee, with a dark blue thong, or what I was later told was actually a G-string.

Hayley strode up to me and kissed me. I kissed her back, bending her body backward and placing my hand directly on her cunt, making the other girls gasp.

Then, laughing at how we had caught the others off guard, she had me sit between Sandra and Billy, with Janet joining us and sitting at my feet. Hayley sat across the room in the chair that Janet had been sitting in.

"Can you see how he's hung?" Hayley called out across the room.

I recall yelling, "Hey!' when Billy rubbed her hand over my dick and sighed appreciatively.

"Let me see!" Sandra yelped, and did the same, only instead of leaving my dick after a moment or two, she deftly unzipped my fly. But it was Janet who removed my cock from its confinement.

Then all three girls began exclaiming about its size, and proclaiming it wouldn't fit in any of their twats.

I was laughing at their antics when Hayley called out to me, "Bree, I should tell you, we drew lots to see who would start off with you."

"How, and who?" I asked, not really caring, and only fleetingly wondering when the other guys would be arriving. Four girls were too much for me, no matter what sized ego I might have had.

"Janet gets to blow you for two minutes. Then it's Billy's turn."

"And then?" I asked with a shit-eating grin.

"Oh, if you're not done then I go."

"So I get to cum in Sandra's mouth then?"

It was their turn to laugh.

"If you can last that long," Hayley said with a smirk, Billy's supposed to be very good at blowjobs."

I said, "Well I might as well get undressed then," And two sets of hands were suddenly stripping my newly purchased clothing off my body. When I was down to my jockeys, Janet stuck her thumbs in the elastic and raised her head to be kissed. 

I kissed her hard and hot. She tugged them down my legs, but I didn't step out of them. When I sat down on the edge of the couch with them around my feet, I knew the next few minutes were of prime importance in my maintaining some form of control over these four, soon to be wild women.

A knowing look spread over Janet's face. Using her left hand on my thigh for balance, Janet knelt, gently lifted my feet, and removed my jockeys. I felt her shudder with what had to be excitement as she pushed my legs apart and knee-walked between them.

Three sets of eyes were riveted on us, as Janet spread her knees, not widely but enough to make her point, and without so much as a glance at the others, she hefted my dick and directed the head into her mouth.

I allowed my hand to cup the cheeks of her ass, even ran two fingers back and forth through its cleft to her cunt, which was damp, but not all that wet.

In what must have been an agreed upon act, Janet kept her hands clasped behind her back, and only occasionally handled my dick with her hand. She sucked my dick like a hungry baby at its mother's nipple. And she knew what I wanted when I put my hand on the back of her head, taking me as deep as she could. When she looked up at me I saw that her eyes were watery, probably from struggling to overcome the gag reflex that so many girls found daunting.

I was playing with her smallish tits; had her moaning and drooling from the corner of her mouth, when someone yelled, "Time! Who's next?"

Billy took Janet's place on the floor between my legs. I had a great view of her tits from my vantage point and began fondling them before she was fully settled in.

She laughed, and exclaimed, "This is gonna be fun!"

The she shook her mane of copper-colored hair out of her eyes and spit a glob of saliva directly on the crown of my cock, rubbed it in with the palm of her hand, and using two fingers guided my shaft into her mouth, only then did she, like Janet, clasped her hands behind her back.

I heard her gulp and knew she was having some difficulty with my size. She let me slide back out, and holding me once again with the two-fingered grip, took a deep breath, reinserted me and pushed. 

I was surprised and pleased to see that Billy had aligned her throat with my length and swallowed almost my entire prick. I felt her throat muscles gripping me and almost came, managing not to by sheer force of will.

Gradually, Billy let me ease out of her throat, then holding me in those two fingers again; she looked me in the eye and gave me a lewd smile.

"God, you're talented," I said, drawing murmurs of approval from the other girls.

Her tongue swirled around my cockhead, filling me with delightful sensations.

It was evident Billy loved giving head, and I told her so.

"You think?" she gasped with my dick pushing into the side of her left cheek.

"Having had some experience in this area, I'd say you rate a ten on a scale of 1-10."

Two of the other girls present applauded my comment. Janet was not all that happy with my complimenting Billy, since I hadn't praised her as well.

Billy's time elapsed as I was nearing my climax, and the brief respite between her and Sandra, gave me a moment to compose myself, making Sandra's job a bit more difficult than it should have been. But then I was trying to save myself for Haley, if at all possible.

Sandra had definitely blown a few guys before me. She was that good, and made use of her lips and tongue to bring me along slowly. Her eyes never left mine, and she didn't follow instructions and keep her hands clasped behind her. Rather, she used each hand at various times to measure my tenseness, readying me as it were, by pumping me with one hand and playing with my balls with the other.

I was enjoying her deft touches and sucking so much that I forgot to concentrate on not coming.

Suddenly, I was calling out, "Oh, shit!" and humped rapidly into her mouth. She had one hand on my dick, jerking me off, and one hand on my ass, holding me in place. Her experience kept me from plunging deeply into her throat and compounding things by choking her; and damned if she didn't swallow almost every drop of my load.

I flopped back and looked at her. My cock was softening in her mouth, and there was a twinkle in her eyes. "Ladies, that was the best blowjob I ever had," I said. "What a great variety ... what wonderful technique. I can't say enough about your skills. And Sandra, you get a ten as well."

"What about poor little old me?" Haley said, with a pout.

"Well, how about a rain check?"

"A rain check!"

"Yeah, later on, or possibly tomorrow if the guys get here first. When are they due, by the way?"

Billy looked at her wristwatch. "We've got maybe twenty minutes."

"Okay, now I want it understood that I think Janet deserves another go at me. I think that she was the one that softened me up for those who followed. I know I was able to resist her considerable charms, and later wilted. But she was really good, and deserving of another chance at scoring a ten on my chart."

That seemed to please all the girls, and they were all over me, kissing, fondling and hugging me. Of course I had my fingers in one twat after another and even managed an asshole or two before the doorbell chimed and everyone took a moment to straighten themselves out. I remained nude, drawing hostile looks from each of the guys as they entered the living room.

Janet took everyone's drink order as they sat down, ostensibly next to their perceived girlfriends. That made it, as I understood the seating arrangement: Billy and Gabe, Sandra and Evan, Janet and Eric, and lastly, Haley and me.

"Looks like you started without us," Evan said giving my wilted dick a snide look.

Sandra defended me to some extent, saying: "Bree has ... sort of a reputation ... and we wanted to see for ourselves. And he was willing to put on a show for us girls."

"What kind of show?" Gabe asked, then took a long gulp of his beer.

"We had him strip," Haley offered.

"And?" Evan inquired.

"We made him get hard ... you know, by putting on our lingerie," Janet said, and changed direction by adding, "And by the way, I haven't heard any of you comment on our outfits," revealing that she had a bit of a temper.

"Oh ... you all look great!" Evan immediately replied.

"Yeah, wanton ... really sluttish!" Eric said, speaking for the first time.

"Sluttish!" Haley yelled, "You've got a hell of a nerve. You can all leave now, if you can't be more complementary than that.

That calmed the guys down and they paid the girls complement on compliment until the girls themselves tired of the game.

"Well all right," Haley announced as the second round of drinks was circulated. "In the past, we've pranced around in our undies, and given you guys the biggest woodies we've ever seen, and then sent you home with blue balls." She turned to Sandra and asked, "That's what it's called, right?"

"That's right," both Sandra and Eric replied at the same time, causing everyone to laugh.

"That's going to change tonight. No one goes home with blue balls, and that's a promise. So, Evan, grab hold of your cock, because your girl, Sandra is going to give us all a little demonstration of how we girls do a few things. Oh, and I promise, everyone is going to get laid ... more than once I hope!"

There was a ringing round of applause as Haley sat down, or rather flounced onto my lap. I didn't have a "woodie," as she called it, or I would have been screaming in pain.

Sandra got up, and all eyes followed the blonde in the filmy black nightie and crotchless panties.

Haley yelled out, sounding as good as any MC might have under the circumstances. "Sandra's just bought herself a new toy and we're going to watch her use it for the very first time. Sandra ... let's see you do your thing!"

Sandra waved the vibrator around; making sure that everyone got a good look at it.

Haley laughed and yelled, "Make sure you get a good look now. In about a minute she's gonna make it disappear!"

Her remark was met with a roar of approval. Sandra laughed and shook her fist at Hayley, and mouthed the words, "You'll be sorry."

I reevaluated her as she pranced around the room, stopping to do a bump and grind in front of each couple, and her boyfriend, Evan. Although it was true that one of her breasts was larger than the other, it didn't seem to matter, and I found myself wanting a chance to fuck her up the ass, if that was a possibility. One never knows unless one asks. That last piece of homespun philosophy I got from Gerry, when I was hesitating about jumping her sisters bones.

Sandra seemed to tire of flaunting herself before us, and moved to the large mirror, and gazing into it, began to knead her breasts, pushing them together, then to the side. I had a full-blown erection again thanks to her gyrations and my imagination.

With her eyes closed, and both hands still mauling her breasts, Sandra slowly sank to the floor and reached about until she located the vibrator she'd dropped.

Haley, knowing full well what was to follow, tossed several pillows at Sandra, who smiled, and with eyes still closed, turned her body away from the mirror and now faced the rest of the group.

She shifted and wriggled until she had two pillows under her butt and several others supporting her back. Then with a loud, "Oh, yeah!" she pressed her hip up, and with one hand directed the vibrator straight into her pink cunt.

Both Evan and Eric repeated her words. As for me, well I guess it would be fair to say that my jaw hung open as Sandra worked the vibrator in and out and then turned it on, and a low buzz could be heard throughout the room.

Sandra stuck the fingers of her free hand into her mouth and wet them. Then began teasing her clit out from its usual hiding place.

I saw the vibrator disappear inside her, only the flange at the very end of it, gripped by her fingertips didn't venture inside.

Rolling her eyes, Sandra moaned, "Ooh, yes, yes!"

Haley grabbed my hand, and pressed it to her right breast.

Billy had Gabe's cock out, kissing it and playing with his balls. Evan had an erection and Janet was jerking him off, while giving her boyfriend, Eric a blowjob.

Sandra half-turned so as to view herself in the mirror, thereby providing us with two views of what she was doing; and spread her legs about as wide as they would go without snapping; then purred, "Would'ja look at that steaming pussy?" and taking a deep breath, turned the vibrator's controls to the highest position.

Seconds later she was coming; and beckoning Evan to join her. He did, and as she pulled the vibe from her juicy cunt, he mounted her, and rammed his dick in to the hilt.

The show was over at that point. Gabe had Billy on her back up against the couch; her legs were draped over his shoulders while her fucked furiously.

I think Haley and the girls seriously underestimated the guy's capacity for torment by teasing. I know Haley had planed it so that each girl was to tease her guy in some fashion. But we could only take so much before it turned into an orgy of sorts.

I say sorts, because what happened was each guy stuck with his own girl. There was no switching back and forth.

I had Haley on my lap, and I was already inside her and lifting her up and dropping her down on my boner. Eric and Janet were on the couch, entwined in a very sexy 69.

"Bree?"

"Yeah, Haley?"

"Come on me?"

"Wha..."

"I ... I want you to cum on my stomach."

"You sure you want it that way, baby?"

"I wanna feel it, but I don't want it in me, understand?"

"I think so."

"Okay, then I better take it out now."

"Are you gonna cum?"

"No, not just yet, but I want to let you watch it happen."

"Oh, you're so fucking cool!"

I eased out of her and rubbed the head into her belly button, making her giggle.

"That tickles!"

"Tell you what, give it a little suck. When you feel it swelling, take it out."

"Okay," she said and gobbled the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue over it.

I held her head lightly and glanced around the room. Eric and Janet were no longer in a 69, but fucking doggy-style. Sandra was working hard with her mouth to get Evan going again. She had cum splattered over her breasts and knowing the girls were more than a little competitive with one another, I wondered briefly if that was why Haley wanted me to cum on her.

It seemed to me that we both reacted at the same time. I felt myself about to jettison my load; Haley must have sensed it too, and took me from her mouth, pointed my dick at her navel just as I groaned.

I came all over her stomach. Three successive spurts that reached from her pubic hair to the underside of one breast.

Haley, panting with lust, stared at the translucent gobs for a moment, then licked her lips, gave me a wanton grin, and scooped on section up onto her index finger and brought it to her mouth.

"Mmmm," she murmured, "Salty, but creamy and delicious. I don't know why more girls don't swallow."

I cemented our sexual relationship by pulling her to me and kissing her for a solid ten minutes. Then, fully erect again, we started a slow, languid fuck, missionary-style, and she got me off using kegeling techniques that only a much older woman would have mastered.

"Where did you learn..." I began, but she shushed me, placing a finger to my lips.

"My mother thought it would come in handy. Only she didn't expect me to be trying it out on you, sweetie."

By this time everyone else was finished fucking, and we went off with our partners and showered ... but not to fool around.

It was agreed as we finished dressing that we would meet again the following week.

Billy raised the question of whether we would remain with our partners, or switch off, "Just to see what it's like," she said.

I said, "Something this important should be put to a vote."

And when they agreed, I added, "Let's not make it a show of hands. That might pressure someone into going along with everyone when they really don't want to."

"Okay," Sandra said, "I'll get us some paper and we can vote yes, or no, fold it and drop it on the table."

"Good," I said, "but let's drop the folded paper into a hat, or bowl, then stir the papers around. Let Billy pick them out. We can all count the votes together."

"Sounds like a plan," Evan said.

We did as suggested, and the vote favored switching, 5 to 3.

"Majority wins," Haley said.

I quickly scanned the others to see if anyone would reveal their disappointment, or resentment. The only thing that caught my eye was Gabe appeared to have a flush spreading from his neck upward. It could have meant anything, but I decided to keep him in mind when switching next week. I didn't need to make any unwarranted enemies.

And even if I was right about him being jealous of sharing Billy, there were two other votes against, and I had no idea who they were. I made a note to check with Haley to see if any of the girls confided in her later on how they had voted.

The party broke up with all the girls kissing all the guys, tonguing each of us. I got no special vibes one way or the other from that and decided to call Haley the following day to see what she thought.

The next night Haley called me with the news that it was Billy who had voted against swapping partners. She also mentioned Sandra as having sided with her. That left one of the guys as the third vote, but just who that was would remain a mystery. 

Haley did mention that Janet had confessed that she had wanted so much to finish off her blowjob; that she had had to keep her hands clasped behind her and didn't have the opportunity some of the others had to touch me.

After hanging up, (I had a date with Haley for the following night.) I thought about Janet, a petite brunette with smallish tits, but a fine ass and great legs. I got hard and rather than just beat my meat, I looked her number up and called.

Her mother answered and called Janet to the phone. She answered sounding a little out of breath, and screamed excitedly when she realized it was me calling.




Handsome Ch. 22



"Aubrey! Aubrey! I don't believe it! I really don't believe it!"

"Calm down, Janet!" I said hurriedly. I didn't want her mother eavesdropping on our conversation, but figured she would, and so I just asked Janet if she was free that evening, that we might take in a movie or something.

"Oh, yeah, sure, I'd love to," she answered quickly.

I was listening for that tell-tale click when a phone extension is picked up, and not hearing it started to seduce her over the phone. "How about I pick you up around seven?" That gave her an hour and a half to get ready.

Janet agreed and the deal was done.

Then I whispered, "I haven't forgotten."

"Me neither," she said her voice sounded dry, almost parched.

"Call me back in five minutes," I said, and hung up.

When my phone rang, I picked it up, but didn't reply.

"Hello?" she said.

I didn't say a word, but breathed into the receiver, hoping she would hear me.

"Aubrey, is this you?"

"This is you, isn't it? I can hear you breathing."

I began to cover the speaker of my phone, and then thought better of it. Not that it mattered; she already knew who it was anyway. Or did she?

"Hi," I said, then breathed directly into the phone.

Janet giggled then said, "I'm so glad you called. I'm so fucking horny since last night."

"Oh?" I said, and then let it drop. I was getting to like using the almost silent method. It was getting her to open up, perhaps more than she wanted to.

"The batteries in my vibe just died, too."

'What the fuck?' I thought. I hoped her mother wasn't listening in.

"Are you on your home phone?" I asked.

"No, silly. I'm on my cell phone. No one's listening in on us."

"Good."

"I like the sound of your breathing," she whispered into the phone.

I relaxed, and exhaled into the phone.

I could hear her moving around. Suddenly she gasped into the receiver, ""Yeah ... I could stroke myself all night, just listening to you breathing into the phone."

"Some girls get off that way, ' I said.

I wanted to hear her frig herself over the phone; wanted to hear her juices sloshing as she frigged herself.

"So, what are you doing, Bree?"

She had caught me off guard. Thinking quickly, I replied, "Looking in my mirror while I jerk off thinking about you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"You're such a naughty boy."

"I am a naughty boy. And I think you're a very naughty girl."

She started to giggle. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not."

"Oh, you are definitely naughty. You're downright bad!"

"So ... you think I need a spanking?"

"Janet?"

"Mmmm?"

"Exactly what are you doing, right now?"

"Giggling." Then after a short pause, "Touching myself. I can't seem to stop. It's your voice, you know?"

I found my cock, gave it a squeeze. But I wasn't about to jack off to this girl's voice, no matter what.

"Thinking about my cock, are you?"

Uh-Huhhhh..." It was her turn to exhale hotly into the receiver.

Another short pause, and then, "You have such a nice cock. I think it's perfect in shape ... size ... Mmmm, I could suck on it forever."

"I wish you had," I said, letting my voice crack just a little.

"God, you fuck so well! I can still feel you inside me."

"Correction, I haven't been inside you ... yet."

"Oh ... that's right!" she sighed forlornly. "Oh, Bree, you've got me so hot!"

I grunted into the phone, partially because of the way my dick was jerking, but mostly for effect.

"Using your fingers?"

"Yeah ... you know, you fuck ... like a god!"

My ears were staining and I could swear I heard the faint sound of her cunt juices slurping against her fingers.

Janet started to cum.

"Shit! Shit! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!"

I stayed on the line, but said nothing; allowed Janet to finish her orgasm.

I heard her start to whimper. I said not a word.

"Bree?" she called out, fearing I was no longer attached to her via the phone line.

"I'm here."

"Thank God!"

"Do you know where I live, Janet?"

Not exactly."

I told her how to get to my house.

"I'll tell my mother you're coming over. Don't worry, she allows me to have a friend over without being nosey about things."

"Oh, wow! Not my Mom, not ever! She has to know everything I do and say."

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Thirty minutes later the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it Mom, its Janet."

My mother went back to prepping for her date and all but ignored us as I escorted Janet into the house and then up to my room.

"You," she said, in one of the huskiest voices that I've ever heard.

"Me," I answered, and closed the door behind her.

We raced to get out of our clothes. I dove at her, and we toppled onto the bed. I was kissing her and kicking my shoes off at the same time.

I inhaled deeply through my nose, taking in her intoxicating perfume while sucking at her face. 

She closed her eyes and kissed me back, her arms trailing up and down my back.

I fondled her smallish breasts and had her moaning in seconds.

"Are you still coming?" I asked.

"Never stopped," she answered, and reached for my dick. Intent on finished the blow job she'd begun the night before.

My fingers reached between her legs and found her dampened bush and cunt a veritable swamp.

"Oh, Bree, your cock is so ... beautiful," she said, her eyes mesmerized by the sight of my rigid member throbbing with need inches from her face. Her mouth parted and her tongue flicked out unconsciously, and then ran around her pouting lips in wanton fashion.

"Oh, would'ja look at that," she cooed. I realized Janet was studying a growing globule of precum at the tip of my cock.

"Have a taste," I said, and waved my dripping dick back and forth in front of her face. Janet's eyes never left the glistening tip of my moving cock. Her pink tongue slowly extended itself until it touched the glistening glob of precum, and then her mouth opened wide and closing her eyes, she took the head of my cock into her mouth and began to suck.

"Like it?" I asked, knowing she loved it.

"Mmmmm!" she purred happily; then reached out to fondle my balls.

Her full lustrous hair hung down on either side of her face as she milked my cock with her mouth. I swept my hands up on either side of her face, gathered her hair in my hands and asked if she had a scrunchy for her hair."

My dick flopped out of her mouth as she scrambled from the bed and reached for her purse. After searching by rummaging about with one hand in the bag and the other balancing the purse against her chest, she found what she was looking for and quickly twirled it around a clump of hair she had bunched together and presto, no more hair across her face, and a nice sized ponytail flopping behind her.

"Now, gimme that big old cock, back!" Janet growled.

I leaned back against the pillows propped up against the headboard, and watched as Janet moved forward and carefully pumped my dick several times as if testing it. Then she pressed the flat of her tongue against my cockhead and moving counter-clock-wise, licked the entire knob, covering it with her saliva.

"Sweet!" she said, taking it from her mouth and giving it a wet kiss.

"You're a nasty girl, and a big tease," I said with a laugh.

"Gonna spank me, Mr. I Gotta Big One?"

"Just might," I told her and she shrieked with laughter, causing my mother to call up asking if we were all right.

I hopped off the bed, opened the bedroom door and called down, "we're fine. We're laughing about something that happened earlier today."

"Okay," my mother called back. "I'm leaving now, be careful, and make sure Janet gets home early. No late night driving, either of you."

A minute later, I heard the front door close, then the car started up and my mother drove off to meet her boyfriend, leaving Janet and me alone.

I joined Janet on the bed, propped myself up much as I had before and watched as her soft, wet tongue bathed my whole cockhead.

I moaned, and she laughed with my cock in her mouth. Then her tongue swirled around the spongy, oh, so sensitive membranes of my purple crown.

I moaned again, and added, "You are so good at this. I was told you had little to no experience at it."

"They lied," she mumbled, but I understood.

'What else had Haley and the others lied about?' I wondered, until Janet began to slide my dick down into her throat.

Janet paused, and raised her head back, let some saliva trickle down onto my shaft, then began bobbing up and down, but seemed to concentrate of sucking the area just below the crown, bring me one joyous sensation after another.

"Christ! Don't stop doing that! It's fantastic, Janet!"

"Mmmm!" she moaned, licking and sucking provocatively. I saw trails of her saliva start to slide down the shaft of my cock below her bobbing mouth. It started to turn frothy under her pumping hand, but probably helped her hand slide more freely upon me.

"Yeah, Janet, that's it!"

"Mmmm!"

"Great! Oh, please, baby, keep moving and sucking on the end like that! Oh ... fuck yeah!"

"Oh, oh, oh! Here it comes!"

I shook and twitched as the initial throes my orgasm rose up from my balls. I watched her bobbing head as the first blast of my eruption spewed into her mouth.

Janet was a vision of beauty with her mouth sucking away at my cock. She was sucking and swallowing. I would have sworn she was the type to spit it out. She wasn't. Trickles of my milky cum appeared at the corners of her mouth before she removed me, wiped her mouth with her wrist and smiled up at me.

"You taste great!" she said, then laughed.

I leaned into her and kissed her, sending my tongue racing into her mouth and garnering the last remnants of my sperm for myself. She helped by sharing a load of saliva with me, which I promptly swallowed. With the kiss coming to an end, we both started to laugh and hugged each other.

I realized that Janet still had hold of me, milking me, trying to get me hard again. I placed my hand on hers and had her stop.

"I need to rest for a while."

She looked as though she was going to cry. I kissed each eye and told her it was her turn, and not to worry, that I would be hard again, and soon.

She threw her arms around me and pressed her small, lithe body against me. I started kissing her lips, her neck, and her breasts. My mouth closed on one of her nipples and sucked it; then drew back and tickled it with my tongue.

She was moaning with a rhythmic regularity as I went from one breast to the other. She put her hands at the back of my head and pulled my mouth against her nipple. I continued to working on them, but now my hand was between her legs, one finger gliding in and out of her as her moaning increased in tempo.

Her nipples were rock hard, the aureoles surrounding them taut and pebbled. Her moans grew softer and she spread her legs wider, opening herself to me. I rubbed my palm over her mons, putting pressure on her clit. She had a brief spasm ... a mini-cum, I thought.

She was soaking wet, and after I sent a second finger in, she seemed to open like a flower. I could have driven a Volvo in there.

I was kissing the underside of her right breast when I felt her hand on my head, gently pushing it lower. I knew what she wanted, and moved straight down to her pubic hair. Her cunt was sending out a strong, but not unpleasant odor. Most women give off some type smell when excited, but Janet's was unlike any I'd encountered. 

Moreover, it seemed to add to my excitement. I discovered I was erect, and had to push my dick out of the way. I was going down on Janet, and if she realized I was ready to fuck, she would have chosen that instead.

I examined her cunt at close range. Her whole slit was in front of me, her pubic hair sparse enough that I could see her clearly. Her outer lips were peeled open; her inner lips were sort of protruding outward, requiring a little more assistance from me. I gently pried her lips apart with my thumbs, and gave her a tentative lick.

"Oh, yes!" she hissed, "God, yes! Do me there!"

And with her hands pulling my face into her, my tongue found it's through her inner lips and lapped at her like a dog. Janet's hips started to buck with my lapping; her excitement transmitted itself to me and soon I wanted nothing more than to fuck her silly. But I kept at her, stopping every minute or so to rest my tongue and gave her cunt a visual inspection. The smell was stronger; she was flooded with a mix of my saliva and her own juices. Her clit was swollen to twice its earlier size, and I reminded myself to pay special attention to it.

I put my hands on the insides of her smooth supple thighs and softly coaxed her legs even further apart. As I did, her inner lips suddenly gaped open and I saw strands of her sweet nectar stretching web-like between the two sides of her hot little cunt. 

I almost came then and there. Even with her pubic hair covering a portion of her snatch, it looked for all the world like a ripened peach. I began to lick the silken skin on her innermost thighs and she began to cry.

"What's wrong, Janet?"

"Nuh ... Nothing." She replied.

"No, tell me what's wrong?" I insisted, not wanting to spoil what up to then had been a perfect seduction.

"It's so good ... I love it. I love you. I want you to kiss me there, but I want you to lick me here too ... I ... I ... I don't know what I want!"

I sent my tongue back into her cunt and caressed her inner thighs and occasionally her clit with my fingers and palms.

The hot walls of her cunt seemed to clutch at my tongue. I marveled at her tightness and knew that her boyfriend, Eric must have had a small dick.

'Well, ' I told myself, 'I would be changing that shortly.'

For the first time, I began to suck on her clit. That brought a series of low guttural growls and I knew she was close. I flicked my eyes up to look at her face. Her head was thrown back, and her eyes were closed as the intense new sensations flowed through her. Her full pouting lips were parted sexily, and she was panting and sweating. I flicked my tongue quickly over the hard little pebble, and then pressed the flat of my tongue firmly against it.

"OH GOD!" she squealed, as my tongue pressed and flicked against her sensitive organ. I looked up and saw her chest heaving while she gasped for air. She tried to sit up, but fell back, too weak to do anything but moan and cum.

And she came with a vengeance. I felt her start to shake and twitch as her orgasm radiated throughout her body. I wrapped my tongue around her fiery clit and sucked at it ravenously while she shook and convulsed through her climax.

It lasted about twenty seconds, but she kept shuddering for another three minutes. I know I kept looking at my wristwatch.

I took a final soft lick at her puffy lips before raising my head to look at her. She seemed totally at peace as she lay back in the afterglow of her cum. She looked at me through half-closed eyes with a smile of pure contentment.

"Ready to fuck?" I asked, as I caressed her left breast.

"Oh, yeah ... I'm ready."

"But?" I said knowing what was coming.

"I ... um..."

"You're worried about me tearing you up, aren't you?"

"Um ... I guess."

"All I can say is ... well, you're not a virgin, right?"

"Right, Eric and me did it last month."

"But I'm bigger than he is?"

A lot."

"You must know that I've opened you up some with what we've already done."

"I know. I know ... but still..."

"Do you want to do it? I mean, I won't force you.

You know that, right?"

"Yeah..."

"So ... why don't we try? If you find it hurts too much, or you just can't handle it, I'll stop."

"How do I know you will?"

"My word as a gentleman."

That made her laugh. She touched my face, caressed my neck, and softly said, "All right, let's."

I laid her back, spread her legs and carefully entered her smoldering, moist cunt. She was trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. With only the head of my dick inside her, Janet's pelvis started undulating.

"Okay so far?" I inquired, whispering in her ear.

"Yeah," she replied, breathing faster and faster into my neck.

Janet jerked her hips, and I realized she was active in trying to get more of my meat into her.

But she really was tight, and I wanted to keep my word and hold any pain to a minimum. I also selfishly wanted to prolong the fuck, knowing that the longer we went, the better it would be.

And so I pushed it in, then worked it back out, and repeated the process until I was satisfied she was starting to stretch just a little.

I kept at it, until Janet signaled her readiness by wrapping her legs around my waist.

"Ready to really try it?"

"Mmmm, so far it's been wonderful."

"Let me know if I go too far."

"How do I do that?"

"A simple, 'Stop' should do it."

"Okay," she murmured and I felt her body relax.

I began to move in her, using short, but firm strokes, concentrating on loosening her vagina as much as possible.

"Ow! That hurts!" she groaned.

I kept pushing in and out, never even pausing. I had given her a safe word and she had not used it. To me that meant keep going, and I did.

Moments later, Janet groaned again, but her tone and words gave a different slant to things.

"So good ... feels so good!" she said over and over.

I slipped a hand under her ass, and began a serious fucking.

Her eyes flew open as the new sensations hit home.

"Oh ... my ... God!"

"Not quite, lover, but close. Now this is what's called fucking!"

I was already slamming out groins together as the words left my mouth.

I worked a finger into her ass. Heard her shrill shriek, but kept it in her as I pounded my dick in on the other side.

"GAWD!" she squawked. But her movement belied any indignation, or affront at my actions.

I was pumping as hard and fast as I was capable of. This jackhammer run usually lasts about thirty seconds before I slow down. But this time I was still pounding furiously at around forty-five seconds before slowing. My heart was beating so fast I thought I might have a heart attack. I was dripping sweat from every pore.

It took me a moment to realize that Janet was screaming she was coming, over and over again.

That brought me to the edge and over. I ground my cock into her one last time and released a torrent of jizm as her hot sheath clenched me, not wanting me to leave her comfortable cunt.

We held each other desperately until I slipped out. I rolled off her, and extracted the limp rubber with its heavy load, dumping it in the trash. I rolled over and she nestled on my shoulder, her pussy clenched around my thigh. Her hand rested on my stomach.

"Mmmm, I feel so full ... and so well FUCKED," she murmured. 

But the first time Janet attempted to move — she half-rolled to one side — she groaned with obvious pain.

"What is it?" I inquired, concerned that I had done some damage while fucking her.

"It's okay," she said, reassuring me. "It's ... I'm awful sore down there. I don't know if I can walk, or even stand."

"Let's try it and see how bad it is," I said.

Gingerly, I helped her up from the bed. She managed to stand, but I had to keep her from falling when she attempted to walk.

"What time is it?" she asked.

It was twenty to eleven. I told her.

She went rigid, groaned and tried to take another step. She managed it, but tottered a little with the next.

"It's your balance, I think," I said.

She nodded her agreement and tried again.

Soon she was able to hobble across the room and back again on her own.

"I think it's my muscles down there."

"It's possible you've never put them through anything like that before."

Janet laughed, and said, "For damn sure."

"Well, you'll probably be walking without looking like you're about to fall over by the time you get home."




Handsome Ch. 22



"I'd better get home quick," she laughed, "I've got a 10:00 curfew."

"Shit!" I said.

"It's all right, they won't ground me. I'm a good girl, aren't I?"

"You certainly are," I agreed. Then kissed her goodnight and saw her off.

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"Jesus", Hayley thought to herself, as she walked from one room after the other, "I am so fucking horny!"

She quickly ran down her options. She could watch a porno flick and masturbate, she could read a dirty story on the Internet and masturbate, she could hop online and indulge in cybersex and masturbate, or she could call a "personals" telephone line and have phone sex and masturbate.

None of them had all that much appeal to her.

She realized that her own touch was not going to be enough to send her over the edge this time around. She frowned, and then quickly erased the frown, concerned that it might cause a crease that might become a wrinkle as her mother had warned her countless times. She smiled. Smiles were good, her mother had told her. Perhaps even more times than about the creases. Still holding the smile, Hayley picked up the phone, and dialed a newly memorized number.

"Hi Aubrey," she chirped into the phone when he answered.

I put a smile in my voice as I answered her. "Hey, it's Hayley, what a nice surprise."

Later she would tell me that my voice had thrilled her with its deep mellow tones.

What the hell, we were fuck buddies. That is, we had been fucking one another for several days now, and I had told her anytime she felt she needed some relief to give me a call.

"Are we still on for tonight?" I asked, thinking she was calling to break our date.

"What are you doing this afternoon, anyway?" she said, having decided to be direct about why she was calling.

I laughed. I could tell by the tone in her voice, she wanted to be fucked. And that she wanted it now. 

It wasn't a problem. I genuinely liked her, and cared about her feelings, but what I adored most about her was her body, and what I could do with it.

I decided to tease her. "Well..." I drew out the word and followed it by a pause.

"Well, what?" she rose to the bait like I knew she would.

"Well, I really have some work to do. My mom left me some chores, and..."

"You're home alone?"

"Yeah, sure, Mom's working."

"Can I come over? I could probably help you do the chores."

"I've got most of them done. I was getting ready to take a little nap, you know, to rest up for our date tonight." I was teasing her, but she hadn't caught on yet.

There was a momentary pause while Hayley thought of a reply, and then "I can think of the perfect way to relax you," she purred suggestively.

I laughed again. "And how is that, Hayley, you little slut?"

Hayley felt a thrill run through her genitals.

"Invite me over, and I'll show you," Hayley responded, already unable to keep her hand off her cunt. 'Damn, he was turning her on already!'

I felt a twitch in my dick at the thought of her naked before me, and I agreed and told her to get her ass over to my place. "Come over now, then, I have things to do." I sighed, for show of course, "I can't spend all day taking care of your needs, Hayley, but I'll do my best." I knew she loved my talking dirty to her.

"You're best is certainly good enough for me, Bree. I'll be there in five minutes," she said, and hung up the phone before I could change my mind.

Hayley quickly ran into her bedroom, slipped out of her nightgown and threw on a sundress. It was black with flowers all over it, and had spaghetti straps over her shoulders. It was tight around her breasts and since she couldn't wear a bra with it, she decided to leave her panties off too.

Giggling happily, she skipped out of the house, her tits bouncing to beat the band; and she laughed aloud at the thought of actually getting a black eye from hitting herself in the face with them. She hopped into her red Miata, and gave it the gas. As the car shrieked going into the first turn, she took the opportunity to yell out, "I'm going to get laid!"

After making the ten block trip to Aubrey's home, she found a parking spot on the street right in front. She got out of the car and looked around. It was a nice old Victorian house with a huge old oak tree in the front yard, casting its shadows over the front porch that ran the length of the house. Hayley bounded up the front steps and rang the bell.

I opened the door and gave Hayley a bear hug in greeting. She kissed me, missing my mouth, but getting my lower lip. Giggling, she slapped my behind.

"That's for teasing me. You know what I want."

I slapped her on each ass cheek, about twice as hard as she'd slapped me.

"Ow!" she exclaimed, though I knew it hadn't hurt her. She liked it rougher than that.

"I'll get you, you sadist!" she shrieked happily and slapped me a couple of times before I caught her hand and twisted it behind her.

"No fair!" she yelled, but not all that loud.

I released her arm and we wrestled for a minute or so until I had her pinned in the entryway, or foyer.

I looked down at her and she smiled back up at me.

"Say, Uncle!" I said, demanding she surrender.

"Uncle." she replied, then slapped me on the ass again.

I just looked down at her, and said, "Do that one more time, and I'll be forced to kiss you."

Smack!

And so, I brought my mouth down on hers. Before I could get my tongue inside, Hayley's was thrusting through my lips and running over my teeth and gums.

By the time we broke the kiss; my cock was fully hard and pressed firmly against her leg.

Hayley snickered and said, "I feel something down there."

In answer, I rubbed it against her leg more forcibly.

"Oh, I like that ... whatever it is."

I rubbed some more. Actually, it felt pretty nice, rubbing on her smooth leg.

"I think its playtime," she said with a husky music in her voice. This time it was her voice turning me on.

Using that husky voice again, Hayley cooed, "Why don't you roll over?"

I did, rolling off of her to lie on the floor beside her.

She turned to me, bent down so that her face was close to my waist. She opened my fly, took my cock out and examined it minutely.

"It's so pretty." she said, almost to herself. "And it feels so neat, you know, hard on the inside, and so soft on the outside."

"Hard for you," I said.

"Mmmm, can I have it? Is it all for me?" Hayley asked playfully,

"It's all yours," I answered, "It's your fun toy."

"Let's see how it tastes, and she extended her tongue, licked at the purple head as it flanged out just outside her circle of fingers.

"I like it!" she gasped, presenting her verdict. "And I want more!"

"And you shall have more," I said, "but first, show me how you jill off."

"What?"

"I'm sure you heard me. I want to see you masturbate."

"Fuck! You know, Aubrey I could have stayed the fuck home and done that!"

"But not with me for an audience," I said, reminding her that my dick awaited her when she finished entertaining me.

"You are going to fuck me?"

"Don't I always?" I answered.

Her eyes told me that I did satisfy her, but her mouth had a derisive sneer to it. But she pulled the sundress over her head, and stood naked before me.

I nodded, revealing my admiration for her fine body as she knelt on the floor with her upper torso leaning across the couch. She made her nipples hard by pinching and yanking on them until her hips began to rock.

I stroked my dick, she was putting on a first rate performance for me, and I wanted to be ready for her when she finished.

With a soft moan, Hayley reached behind her and grabbed her cheeks and spread them wide.

I saw her start to clench them, rhythmically.

She spoke to me then, her voice had a hunger in it that I didn't recall having heard before.

"I can't do this for too long, because it makes me want to come right away; but it really jumpstarts my engine.

Then, with her thighs spread, Hayley placed fingers from both hands at each side of her pussy mound just where it opens, and began making little circles.

"My ... clittie is way too sensitive to touch directly with my fingers. But don't worry; I love you to put your tongue there."

She laughed, and said, "What I do is apply pressure this way, massaging through the flesh. I vary the pressure of my fingers, and as the tension builds, I throw in a few hard clenches that yank my slit wide open and take my breath away.

"Then when my lips are making those little kissy noises ... can you hear them yet?"

I could, and nodded.

She giggled, and said, "It means I'm wet ... wet enough to slide a finger inside. I curve the finger up to find my spot. Oh, Christ, look at me, I'm starting to tremble all over!"

"You're something to see, that's for sure, I tell her.

She nodded, and told me she appreciating my telling her. I continued watching her. She now had one hand alternating between massaging her clit and groping her breasts. The other hand continued rubbing her g-spot.

"OH!" she gasped, and I leaned in for a closer look. "I'm ... I'm gonna cum!"

She hurried her climax along, plunging two stiffened fingers inside, while the other hand mashed against the rest of her cunt. Her hips, on automatic pilot, were rocking; her back was hunched, and her face was buried in the cushions.

Hayley was grunting in some kind of rhythm known only to her; grinding her hand - the only still visible to me - harder and harder against her pussy, until something popped and she convulsed a moment before relaxing, apparently flooded with satisfaction and new found energy.

A few seconds passed, then she said, "I showed you, now give it to me!"

I tendered my dick to her. She only accepted it after bringing her juice covered fingers to her mouth and sucking them clean. Then, her mouth was nuzzling the head of my cock, covered it as one might pull a condom over it.

I was amazed at the warmth of her mouth.

Hayley continued to absorb me into her throat until I hit something back there that caused her to gag. She removed me, coughed several times, wiped a tear from her eye, and took me even deeper.

I couldn't help but moan a little.

Taking me from between her lips, she looked me in the eye and laughed. "Am I your favorite little cocksucker, or what?"

"You are my favorite little cocksucker, Hayley, for sure."

She studied my cock as she held it in her hand. It was shiny with her saliva.

"Maybe you want me to play with your balls?"

"That would be nice," I told her.

"This is when I should make you jerk off for me," she said, and I seriously thought that was what she had in store for me.

"Naw..." she paused to laugh, then said, "You wouldn't be able to fuck me for a while."

My cock was jerking every few seconds while she gently fondled my balls. "Amazing," she murmured, before kissing each testicle in turn. She seemed as fascinated with my genitals as a kid with a new toy. She kissed my cock over and over, then took it in and sucked it softly; then harder, took it out again and licked it up and down like an ice cream cone.

The wet slurping sounds Hayley was making were a delight to my ears.

"You're gonna make me cum," I told her.

"Is that a problem?" she asked.

"I thought I'd play with you first."

Oh? Well, how do you intend to ... play with me?"

"Lie back on the couch. Keep your feet on the floor."

I sat next to her, ran my hand over her belly.

She shuddered.

"Still coming?"

"Just little twinges every so often; but don't let it stop you."

"I won't," and I placed a kiss on her belly button, and made her laugh.

"Are your nipples extra sensitive today?"

"Yes, I think so," she replied.

"Let's see," I said and ran a fingertip around the left one. I was delighted to see it harden under my touch.

"I like that," I told her.

"I do too," she replied, and then gasped with pleasure as I did the same to the other one. It too hardened under the tutelage of my thumb.

"Now, let's see how they taste."

I bent and licked her left nipple several times, then opened my mouth and sucked the portion of her breast containing the aureole into it; then used my tongue to flick at the tip of the pucker. The result was an approving moan from Hayley.

"Tastes great," I told her to a fusillade of giggles.

I leaned toward her, and wrapped myself around her. I didn't kiss her lips, but her cheek near her ear lobe. I kissed her neck and felt her melt into me. I nuzzled her neck, heard her moan softly, urging me on as I slid my hand down between her legs.

Her pelvis surged upward when I began massaging her moist outer lips. She mewed softly and that told me to go slowly; to bring her to a greater orgasm than ever before.

"Do you want me inside you?" I whispered; our cheeks pressed together.

"Yes!" she moaned back. "Yes!"

I pushed two fingers past her external folds. Her body opened to me as they slid into the velvety flesh and she mewed again. I started to count to five, and then seven, as my fingers worked their way in and out of her, drawing each sensation out to its fullest. Her breathing quickened, and so did my thrusts. 

She was moaning as if in a dream; and called my name out, followed by a soft, hissing, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Hayley was lost in the ecstasy of the moment. I brought her to the edge, let her slip back, using her soft moans as a guide. And when she began to grunt, I knew she was coming, and set my fingers to flying in and out of her, and then slowed to the point of almost no movement whatsoever.

"Oh, God!' she panted, and closed her thighs on my hand as if that would jump start my fingers again.

I knew she was wondering why I had not let her come; but what I was doing now felt so nice she forgot to complain.

I was lightly massaging her g-spot, and used my other hand to lift her knees and spread her thighs open. I leaned down and stretched my tongue out, and licked her.

Hayley gasped as if shocked with a cattle prod.

I savored the condensed sweetness of her juices, and drew more out of her, then added my own saliva to thoroughly saturate her cunt.

Hayley's head was thrashing back and forth, and pure gibberish spewed from her mouth. And each time my tongue danced lightly over her clit, she let out a high pitched squeal of delight. Then, with my mouth glued to her cunt, her fluids gushed over my tongue and into my mouth. 

I swallowed repeatedly, as she gripped the sheet on the bed trying to offset the tension reverberating throughout her body.

I jabbed at her frantically with my fingers; causing her to thrash and moan with her approaching climax. She was close; but for some reason she just couldn't get there.

I held her hips still, and slid my tongue out of her drooling cunt, and pushed my wet fingers back in. 

"It's okay," I said to reassure her. "I want to try something else."

"What's that?" she asked, panting with excitement.

I pulled my slick fingers out of her and looked at them. "Seems to be plenty enough for our needs." 

Hayley's eyes widened in interest at my action; following the movement of my fingers as I brought them up to her nipple, and carefully applied the shiny sauce all around it. This act was so sexy it had her shivering with excitement. And, after coating the entire brown circle of her left aureole, I attacked it; sucking forcefully and providing her with what she later called a mini-cum that repeated itself several times before I stopped sucking on her tit.

"Much tastier," I said after letting her tit pop from my mouth.

"OH FUCK!" she moaned, at both the loss of my mouth on her tit and the reentry of my fingers into her sopping snatch.

I could feel the heat pouring from her body. She yelled my name and God's, and came hard.

I clamped down on her by pulling up by the finger I had inside her. I fixed my mouth to her other breast, and kept her legs apart with my thighs while my busy fingers opened her hole to further frantic fingering.

"Oh, God ... no!" she pleaded.

"Aubrey, please ... no more!"

I kept fingering her and her body rocked in tune with my ministrations.

"Oh, God!" she cried and began to shudder violently as another climax struck.

Moments later she was murmuring sounds of pleasure into my ear. I felt her recover and then relax on top of me. She felt like warm liquid as her body surrendered to the aftermath of what had happened to it.

She flowed downward so that she could kiss me, but stopped when my hard dick unerringly found the opening to her pussy. She wrapped her legs under my thighs, and pulled at me as she turned her body. I followed her so that I ended up on top of her in missionary position.

Her eyes were mad with wanting. I slammed my cock into her and saw her breasts jiggle, did it again just to see them shake again. I moved faster, slamming into her, making her grunt with each thrust. I was having trouble catching my breath, and I was so close to coming myself. Usually I would back off to prolong the shared intimacies, but not this time.

Giving it everything I had, I pumped three more times and started spewing my load into her. Hayley screamed "Aubrey!" three times in succession and came with me, bucking and spasming, as shockwaves reverberated between our bodies.

We lay there panting, chests heaving.

"I thought ... I thought," She said, "that you'd never stop."

"I nearly died giving it to you," I replied, and meant it.

"Will you sit on top of me?" I asked her gently.

"Sure."

When I pulled my cock from her, we both looked at it, shining in the dim light of my bedroom. She took it in one hand, and said, "It feels so slick."

"Plenty of natural lubricant on it," I answered.

She crouched above me then; took the cock and guided it to the entrance of her cunt. "Should I?"

"Go ahead, let's see what happens."

She slowly fed it into her velvety warmth.

I groaned at the wonderful sensation.

The head slipped in.

Hayley moaned happily.

She did a little shimmy, took more of me into her furnace of love.

"You do things to me that I never imagined possible," she said huskily.

"I could say the same of you, Hayley."

"Thank you, but I know that's not true."

"Fishing for compliments, are you?" I said with a broad smile.

"No way," she responded. "You're special."

"You mean, like retarded?"

She laughed; it had a delightful peal to it. "No, like a god-like lover; one who comes along once in a lifetime, if that."

"Wow, I don't know what to say to that. Thank you, Haley.

"I love fucking you, Aubrey."

"Well, I love fucking you too."

Hayley lifted up until I was right at her entrance. She sat down, enveloping me.

"We should record us," she murmured.

"Yeah, be good to have a camera, tape us," I agreed.

She rose up, plopped down; providing the both of us with wonderful sensations.

"I think we'd need more than one camera," she said, falling into a gentle rhythm.

"Yeah, those amateur videos miss a lot of good angles," I said.

"Three should about do it, don't you think?"

"Sounds about right," I said, wondering if we would be videoing ourselves over the next few days and weeks.

"Enough talk, let's fuck," she said and rose and fell at a quicker pace.

As she moved, she watched my face; watched the pleasure mount. I realized that Hayley wasn't concerned with her own orgasm, but wanted mine to be special.

I went with the flow, told her she was incredible, and my body went rigid, my hips rose up as she ground her pelvis into them and I came, pulsing jet after jet into the furthest recesses of her cunt.

When I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was Hayley, looking down at me.

"Did you like that?" she asked.

"I loved it. I love you."

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The following day, Hayley bought four video cameras, and the accessories to mount them. 




Handsome Ch. 22



Well, three of them, on the walls of my bedroom; with the fourth for use as a tripod mounted, or hand held should a third person be available.

I don't think either of us imagined the varied uses the cameras would be put to over the next several weeks.



Handsome Ch. 23



Chapter 23 
Lights, Camera, Action - Scene 1


I had a major surprise the next afternoon; two of them, in fact. First, the football coach, Tucker Gifford rang the bell, and wanted to recruit me to the high school football team.

I was flattered, and then astounded when told it was for the quarterback position.

"Coach," I replied after regaining my composure, "I don't know what to say, it's ... it's an honor, for sure, but I don't play the game. Baseball's my sport."

"Aubrey," Coach Gifford said, "with an arm like yours; I'd be willing to spend extra time with you, starting tomorrow for that matter, to bring you along. You're a gifted athlete, and that means you're capable of playing more than one sport."

"Yeah, but..."

"All we have is a kid coming in as a freshman, and while he may have some ability, he's greener than you are."

"I don't know ... I mean I don't want to damage my arm or my shoulder..."

"You're what ... eighteen? You won't do any permanent damage to that arm."

That statement didn't ring true, as I'd heard of guys having severe knee injuries playing football, and while that wasn't their arm, it was serious enough to keep them from playing anything that required any running whatsoever.

"Um, tell you what Coach Gifford, let me talk it over with the baseball coach, see what he says about it."

"Already spoke with him, Aubrey. He's fine with it."

"Still and all ... I'd feel better about things if I talked it over with him. We've got a shot at the state title next season and I'd hate to spoil things by getting dinged on the arm, or something."

Coach Gifford took a deep breath and then took a different tact, trying to persuade me to commit then and there. But I held my ground, which surprised me, and eventually he gave up and left after I assured him I would speak to the baseball coach.

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The second surprise was having Haley pop in just after my mother came home. Mom didn't mind, in fact, she gave me a big wink and told us she'd be staying downstairs, and if I was needed that she'd call from the foot of the stairs.

Hayley was giggling all the way to my room, holding a large shopping bag rather possessively under her arm.

"Is that the camera?" I asked after we were in my room.

"Yes, and more," she said excitedly.

I sat and watched as Haley removed one camera after another from the bag and then two mini-tripods and several tape reels from which we would be recording.

We took turns with the cameras, videoing one another, and testing the results. When we were satisfied that we had at least a rudimentary knowledge of the use of the cameras, (which were the same model) we set one up on the mini-tri-pod and had it recording us as we discussed how and what we were going to do with them.

I told Hayley what I envisioned for our first video. It involved one camera focused on her face, with her slowly licking and sucking only the tip of my dick. We would both be at least partially dressed. My cock would be hanging out of my jockey's. Hayley would be rubbing herself just out of camera range, so that the very observant viewer might determine from her movements just what she was doing. 

At some point I would have her reveal her breasts, but I wouldn't touch them. I would have her lie down on the couch and touch her pussy while I would tap my dick against her pussy from time to time. I knew she had this thing she did with her cunt - making it open and close every few seconds when hot - and thought we'd kind of end it with me coming on her pussy while she did that thing with her pussy.

Hayley thought it wonderful, and came up with one scenario of her own. It involved all four girls. I knew right away she had something good going; although she wasn't sure which girl would do what at first. 

She did want Sandra to be the "victim," who would be on her back on the bed. Because, she said, "Sandra has lots of juice when she's excited. Billy and Janet could pretend to give her a massage, concentrating on her breasts at first, rubbing lots of lotion onto them, kneading them and caressing them until her nipples were fully hardened.

At a given point they would move to her thighs, each caressing the innermost sides of each. Meanwhile the third girl, (Hayley, would kiss Sandra on the mouth and then move to her tits. Down below, two sets of hands would be massaging Sandra's lower half, say, having Janet working Sandra's clit, and Billy her cunt. Hayley would kiss and massage her face and breasts until Sandra came.

"Okay," I agreed. I was sure the other girls would have scenarios of their own, and even the guys might contribute something when they arrived on the scene.

We found that we had run out of ideas for the moment. I suggested we watch some porn in order to stimulate our respective brains. Hayley agreed, but first wanted to rehearse our own porno and proceeded to unzip my fly, took out my dick and gave it a light suck.

Just then, my mother called my name from the foot of the stairs. I got up, zipped my fly and opened the door.

"Yes, Mom?"

"More company, Aubrey. Excuse me, but what did you say your name was?"

"It's Janet. Hi, Bree!" she called out enthusiastically.

I shrugged my shoulders and glanced at Hayley, who shrugged hers back at me.

"Come on up, Janet," I said. "Thanks, Mom, we'll try to keep the noise down."

I wasn't sure, but I thought I heard my mother say, "That's what I'm afraid of."

Janet entered my bedroom, and stopped in her tracks on seeing that Hayley was already there. But Hayley reacted quickly, and welcomed her, saying, "I'm glad you came over. We've been discussing a few things, and need your input."

"What ... I mean, such as?"

"I've got some video cameras. We're going to film ourselves getting it on."

"What!" Janet gasped, trying to absorb the implications of that statement.

"You want to video us while we fuck?"

"Yes!"

"But why?"

"Everyone's doing it these days," Hayley said, as if it were a fact.

"But..."

"In fact, we've been discussing some scenarios, and you can help us film part of one ... that is if you're agreeable."

"I don't know ... I ... I..."

Come on, you get to suck Bree's cock. Wouldn't you like that?"

Hayley had correctly guessed that she had come over to do just that, probably more, if I were available. She was also smart enough not to mention it.

"Well..." Janet said and paused.

"Take it out, Bree," Hayley said hoarsely.

I took my dick out, and let it bob up and down.

Janet licked her lips, and I knew Hayley had her.

"Come on Janet, give it a lick," I whispered, as if we were all alone in my room.

A moment later, she was on her knees, fumbling with my belt, wanting me totally free.

It was good that her hands were cold because all that talk about fucking and sucking had me ready to explode. And, when Janet wrapped her long, slender fingers around my dick, a wave of pleasure that could have brought me off collided head on with the clutch of her cold fingers around my shaft.

Janet looked hesitantly into my eyes. Hayley had a big smirk on her face.

"You okay?" Janet asked.

I only nodded.

She parted her lips and took in the head of my dick. The excitement of her doing this, with Hayley watching was a real turn-on. I had look away, then close my eyes and pretend it was only Hayley and me, or I would have cum then and there.

"Listen," Hayley instructed. "The two of you have to relax, okay? Janet, just suck him for a while before we try anything more complicated."

And so she did; over the next few minutes, Janet essentially tortured me with the warm, slick, velvet caress of her mouth and tongue.

After a short time, I began to compare Janet's style with Hayley's. They were decidedly different, yet in many respects, exactly the same.

"How do you feel?" Hayley asked, and my thoughts on their differences vanished. I opened my eyes to see who she was talking to. It was Janet, who removed my dick from her mouth, and looked up at Hayley.

"Okay I guess, a bit nervous, but okay." Then she turned to me and asked: "How do you feel?"

"Well," I said slowly. "I'll survive..."

Janet sat up in the bed with a vexed expression on her face, but Hayley just laughed.

"He's hot as hell; don't listen to his macho bullshit."

I laughed as well.

"Are you sure?" Janet turned to me, still frowning.

I nodded, somewhat anxious about what knowing my excitement would do to her upcoming efforts on getting me down her throat.

Janet smiled again and turned to Hayley: "So what do I do now?"

"Well, first watch me, okay?" Hayley said.

"Okay..." she replied somewhat dubiously.

I braced myself.

Hayley made sure my dick was fully covered with saliva by spitting on me several times, then rubbing it liberally all over the head and shaft.

Then, motioning Janet to come close and observe, she took me in her mouth and sank down, gulped once and sank down until her lips were pressed against my pubic hair.

Usually I can take no more than a minute of this, and now I was signed up for a practice lesson with a virgin throat. I moaned.

"Did you see what I did with my throat," Hayley asked when my dick left her mouth.

"I don't know," Janet hesitated. "It was moving."

"I was swallowing, that's the only way to get it down the throat, imagine you are eating a hot dog, without biting and chewing, of course."

Both of them giggled over that line as they apparently envisioned it happening.

"So all you need to do is swallow it," Hayley continued.

"But doesn't it make you gag?"

"That's what the relaxation is for. You have to relax and breathe calmly through the nose."

"Yes..." Janet said with some skepticism.

"Now listen to me, Janet. Once it's going down your throat, there's a given point at which you can't breathe through your mouth."

Janet's eyes opened wide, but she didn't say a word.

"Your nose, Janet, you use your nose at that time, and concentrate on swallowing him. That way you can overcome the gagging. It's a trick you learn by doing."

"Now," she said, handing my tool over to Janet, "Give it another try."

This time Janet didn't look up at me before attacking my cock, but there was an expression of determination on her face. She was going to do this, or die trying.

I was kind of proud of her and wanted to help if I could.

Her first attempt was a disappointment. It did appear at first that she might make it. My cock head was sliding into her throat, but then she clamped her throat muscles, and started gagging.

She backed off, and sat silent a moment, my cock inches from her mouth.

"I think ... maybe..." she murmured.

"You need to relax those throat muscles," Hayley said, as any worthwhile instructor might.

"Yeah, I think you're right. It's just the relaxation part."

"Hayley," Janet said, "I've been wondering. Are you getting off watching me blow your boyfriend?"

Hayley smiled. "And if I am? You think that I get more fun out of him, that way?"

"Maybe, or are you planning to have one of the other girls blow my Eric?"

"My, how possessive you sound. Like you didn't come here to be with Aubrey ... one way or another."

Janet was definitely embarrassed by Hayley's jibe.

It seemed like the fun was over, at least for now so I sat up in bed reaching for my underwear.

"What do you think you're doing?" Hayley growled. "We're not finished with you," she turned to Janet. "Or are we?"

Janet hesitated. "Well this was supposed to be a lesson, right?" This told both Hayley and me that she did want to blow me, and possibly more.

"It would," Hayley smiled smugly. "Now let's get back to basics, shall we?"

Janet relaxed, then giggled. "Okay," she said reaching for me again.

"Oh, lookie what happened here," Janet giggled, seeing my now semi-limp cock.

"You'll just have to breathe life back into him," Hayley chirped.

Janet smiled, blushed and went to work on my cock.

Hayley moved close to her ear, and whispered: "You know how to make him rock hard in under a minute?"

"Mmfffh?" Janet mumbled.

"Look into his eyes when you suck him. Tell him with your eyes just how fucking good he tastes."

"Mmmm?"

Hayley got a mischievous glance in her eyes and added, "Works on women as well."

Janet stopped, stared at Hayley, and turned tomato red.

"Doesn't it, Bree?" Hayley asked. I readily agreed.

Janet looked at me instead of at Hayley, and started sucking. Her eyes were locked into mine, and I could see she was actually beginning to enjoy it. She took a deep breath, and slid me down her throat. Just like that. I don't think she even realized she did it until she removed my cock from her mouth and turned to Hayley.

"I did it, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did, now do it again..."

Okay" she mumbled, and took me in her mouth again, and as I surged down her throat I felt her hesitate for a moment, before backing me back out and she licked the tip of my cock. "You like that, huh?" she mumbled.

"Oh yes," I groaned. "I love it!"

"Me too," she whispered, and took me deep once more.

"He's gonna come," Hayley mumbled. "Take him deep and let him shoot down your throat."

Janet swallowed me easily this time, taking my full length before easing me back out and sucking ferociously on the head for a full minute. Then, with a triumphant laugh, she took me deep again and again, until satisfied she could do it at will.

"I think I know how to do this now," she mumbled with a shivering voice.

"Well," Hayley said matter-of-factly. "Why don't you bring him off?"

"Um, I wasn't sure he was going to, um, you know...." Janet hesitated.

"What she means is," I said, interrupting their conversation, "she wants me in her."

"You want to fuck him?" Hayley asked Janet.

"Um, I guess ... yeah I do."

With an authority that belonged to a much older woman, Hayley said, "Let him cum in your mouth, then you can fuck him."

Janet never hesitated. She sank my cock down her throat until her face was pressed against my belly. As I felt that incredible tight grip around my cock, a cry of ecstasy left my mouth, and load after load of cum left my cock and filled Janet's throat. She swallowed most of it though, but kept the last two spurts in her mouth, and let me flop from between her lips, and turned to Hayley.

She motioned for Hayley to come closer, and when she did, they kissed and exchanged my semen.

"Hayley?" I said softly.

Janet giggled and in a ragged voice rasped, 

"Thank you, Lee."

"Mmmm?" Hayley replied, and opened her mouth to me, revealing that she now possessed most of the sperm that had been in Janet's mouth.

I said, "By any chance, are the cameras rolling?"

Hayley glanced upward at the camera we had just installed at the corner of my room nearest to us, and slowly nodded as she swallowed what was in her mouth and licked her lips in a wantonly satisfied way.

"You recorded us?" Janet gasped, recoiling away from the two of us.

"Yeah, wanna see?" she said, hopping from the bed and moved to the television, turned it on, did something with a remote that must have rewound the tape, tested it, and started the video. Well, one tape, not four, we would see the others later that night at Hayley's house where a machine I had not known existed, would run all four tapes at the same time while Hayley and I edited another seamless tape with those camera angles we thought best would become our final cut of whatever had been filmed.

But let me get back to the present. Now that I had spent my load, I wondered what little surprise Hayley had in store for me and Janet.

I didn't have long to wait.

"Want too?" Hayley asked Janet. There was a gleam in her eyes.

"Yeah sure," Janet sighed and Hayley grabbed her, and pulled until Janet's head was resting in her lap.

Janet looked up at her. I felt my hope and my dick rising. 'Would they do it with me watching?'

"Why don't you ask me?" Hayley continued softly.

"Ask you?" Janet, eyes wide looked at Hayley. 

"Ask you what?"

"Well, to borrow Aubrey, of course." Hayley smiled.

"What?" Janet's eyes grew wide. "I didn't come here for that," she mumbled.

Hayley continued smiling, and I knew there was a hell of a lot about her I'd never figure out.

"You're horny. He's a man, why not?"

"No, I can't, Hayley!"

"Of course you can," Hayley assured her.

Sounding as if she meant it, Janet said, "No Hayley, I really can't do this."

"Okay, okay," Hayley said. "Listen, I am sorry, maybe I was out of line."

"It's okay," Janet said. "I'll just ... leave you two. Do what you want."

"Don't leave," Hayley said. The plea in her voice was evident. "You ... you can help us out."

An expression of mixed suspicion and curiousness appeared on Janet's face.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Well," Hayley started cautiously, "You could film us ... you know ... doing it, with one of the cameras."

Janet nodded. I thought it meant that she was agreeable.

But she said, "You want me to record you, fucking him?"

"Yes."

"Fuck you!"

"Well, we could let Bree record us then. The important thing is to film somebody fucking. You want; I'll do you and Bree. Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Want me to film you and Bree. And look," she said excitedly, "he's hard for you!"

Janet couldn't help but glance at my rapidly rising cock. She hesitated. 

I held my breath. Hayley was dead calm. She was really impressive as she manipulated her friend.

"If you like it, we could even give you a copy; a confidential copy of course."

"I don't know" Janet said, her confusion obvious. She definitely wanted me to fuck her. She wasn't sure about the cameras.

"Hey," Hayley laughed. "It will be fun, just let me get the camera and show you, you'll love it."

Hayley went to each camera and replaced the tapes. Janet bit her lower lip and frowned. The important thing was that she hadn't said no.

When Hayley finished with the cameras and placed them back in their original positions, she lay down on my bed and asked Janet if she would video her while I went down on her.

Janet brightened at this, apparently relieved that she was not the focal point of the cameras.

Hayley raised her eyebrows, telling me she was certain Janet had taken the bait.

I began to remove the remainder of my clothing. Janet giggled, but her gleaming eyes raked my body.

Hayley started to slowly unbutton her jeans one button at a time. I was fascinated by what Hayley's hands were doing, and realized that Janet had picked up the camera and started filming her. I knew then Hayley had already triggered the other cameras with the remote. We were off and running with our first serious porno scene.

Janet was moving around the room, filming Hayley's little strip routine. Hayley turned her ass to me, grabbed the waist of her jeans, and slowly tugged them down, exposing the rounded curves of her firm ass. She wore filmy (no pun intended) sexy, black lace panties; having planned ahead for the occasion.

I heard Janet gulp as Hayley revealed more and more of that gorgeous ass, tantalizingly slipping the panties and jeans to her knees; then wormed her way out of them.

She sat down on the bed and started to play with the hem of her t-shirt. Smiling into the camera, she unhurriedly caressed herself from her knees to her thighs and then her belly. The t-shirt was wrinkled into a roll of material that barely covered her breasts. Both Janet and I waited to see them exposed.

Finally her hands stopped by her breasts and squeezed the more than handful mounds. I knew she had very sensitive breasts. Most girls do. But hers were extra sensitive. She had told me that whenever she masturbated, she would always start by squeezing her breasts. It was actually her breasts that had introduced her to masturbation in the first place. "It's quite simple," she said, "When I squeeze them they start tingling somewhere else, and naturally I had to check that place out."




Handsome Ch. 23



Hayley was squeezing those sensitive breasts of hers while squirming in front of Janet and the camera. She had me so hot I began jerking off.

Finally, she rid herself of the t-shirt and went to all fours in front of the camera. She let her dirty blond hair fall in front of her face, and the shimmer in her dark eyes gave her a dangerous, predator-like aura.

She was already making love to the cameras.

With her eyes locked into the camera's lens, Hayley reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. The black lacy garment opened, and fell down around her wrists.

I groaned, and Janet fought the impulse to toss the camera aside and pounce on those lovely quivering mounds of flesh.

Hayley sat down on her butt, and squeezed her arms against those impetuous breasts, making them look even fuller; while simultaneously, blowing some hair out of her eyes and smiled at the camera.

I suspected Hayley had done this, or something similar before, and made a mental note to ask her later.

At any rate, she began caressing herself until both hands were clasped under her sensuous mammaries.

Her breathing had already become much shallower. She was really enjoying this, I wondered if Janet was onto her in that regard.

"Mmmmm," she purred, as she bit her lower lip, and then smiled into the camera.

Her hips were moving slightly up and down, while her hands were busy working on her breasts. She sucked a hissing breath between her teeth, and laughed when Janet removed the camera from her eye to stare directly at her.

Janet swallowed and said, "You make it look like a lot of fun, I'll admit that."

Hayley giggled, and turned to me. "Bree's having fun too," she said with a pronounced, Marilyn Monroe-like sigh.

I let go of my cock, and laughed. "Well I am just watching; don't let my actions disturb either of you."

"How about shooting this?" Hayley asked, as she spread her legs, and parted her labia with her fingers.

Hayley had a beautiful pussy. It was a puffy mound, smooth shaven, apart from a small tuft at the top, and from under the crack between her outer pussy lips her inner lips peeked out. I was too far away, but I was sure both Janet and the camera would catch the shimmering wetness of the exited juices dappling those lovely folds.

Neither Janet nor I missed the heavy, intoxicating aroma of lust seeping out either. Checking the videotape later I found that both Janet and I had our nostril's flaring as we inhaled the musk of Hayley's arousal.

Gradually, Janet returned her concentration to taping Hayley, who in turn, began to rub her pussy with both hands.

"Can you see how wet I am?" Hayley murmured to the camera.

The angle Janet was using to tape Hayley covered the lower half of her torso.

Hayley pushed one a finger inward and moaned.

Janet moved closer; and then even closer, until the camera was only inches from Hayley's cunt.

I believe both Hayley and I were stunned at what happened next. For Janet shut the camera off and put it down on the floor.

"I ... I need to get rid of my sweater," she mumbled. "Its ... you know, kinda warm in here," she said, blushing profusely.

"Oh ... sure," Hayley said neutrally. Then she gave me a look that told me to do something ... anything.

Janet turned her back to us, and started to remove her sweater, exposing the plain cotton bra she was wearing underneath it.

Hayley shot a triumphant smile at me, and asked, "Bree, just how much time do we have?"

I checked my bed stand clock. "We still have a good hour, hour and a half," thinking about all the things we could accomplish in that time.

I lowered myself into a chair and watched as Janet finished undressing. Her nipples were hardened diamonds, and I thought I detected a little moisture at her pussy entrance. She was trimmed, but still retained a bountiful bush, so I wasn't quite sure, but I learned later that she was fairly dripping with excitement.

She picked up the camera, and aimed it at Hayley who place a finger at her entrance and cooed, "Want me to cum for the camera?"

Janet didn't answer, but moved in for an extreme close-up.

When I saw Janet kneeling between Hayley's legs with her gorgeous ass turned at me, I couldn't help but fantasizing about how it would be to fuck her from behind while she was eating Hayley's pussy. I started stroking my cock while I send a prayer to the higher powers that Hayley would get Janet to beg me to do her. It would, but it would take a few more minutes.

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Janet picked up the camera, and aimed it at Hayley, who placed a finger at her entrance and cooed, "Want me to cum for the camera?"

Janet didn't answer, but moved in for an extreme close-up.

When I saw Janet kneeling between Hayley's legs with her gorgeous ass turned at me, I couldn't help but fantasizing about how it would be to fuck her from behind while she was eating Hayley's pussy. I started stroking my cock while I send a prayer to the higher powers that Hayley would get Janet to beg me to do her. It would, but it would take a few more minutes.

Hayley opened her eyes and looked up at me from the bed. "You like watching me?" she said lewdly.

I nodded, and croaked, "Yeah."

"You like my body?"

I nodded again.

She was still stroking herself, but was timing it so that she wouldn't cum.

"Filming this has made me ... so hot."

"It made you hot, huh?"

"I almost came from touching my breasts," she murmured, as her voice grew tense. "Wanna see me cum?"

"Yeah," I croaked, then cleared my throat and tried again. "I'd love to."

"Okay," she murmured, as her voice trailed off.

As the fingers surrounding her clit gained speed, she drew a deep breath -- held it for a moment, and exhaled with trembling lips.

"Oh," she moaned, drew another deep breath as her hips lurched upward. Her right hand was rubbing her clit in shaky spurts of activity; her left hand was groping all over her hot, delicious body.

I heard Janet moan, and turned from Hayley to her and saw that she was struggling to keep the camera on Hayley, but managing to do it. I thought she showed a remarkable control over her emotions in doing so.

Hayley drew a sharp breath and froze, her mouth hung open and a silent cry of ecstasy poured from her throat. The only part of her that was still moving was her hand, and the only thing that could be heard was the wet, slick sound of her fingers frantically rubbing her clit and cunt.

Hayley grunted, and with her eyes screwed shut, began to cum as wave after wave of ecstasy shook her body. She shuddered and lay still.

I noticed Janet to my right, bending over Hayley capturing every detail with the camera. Then I noticed her mouth, half open, and suddenly she licked her lips unaware that I was looking. Hayley moaned, and rolled up in a ball as the last waves of what must have been a mega orgasm subsided within her.

We sat on the bed, all three of us, cooling off as it were. Then I backed up the tape in Janet's camera, and ran it back. It held us all enthralled right to Hayley's climax.

"If we sell it, we've got a smash hit," Hayley said, breaking the silence.

With a quick glance at Janet, I said, "Hey, no one's selling anything. The idea is for us to enjoy ourselves, not selling the stuff. Am I right?"

It took a couple seconds, but Hayley finally nodded, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Janet touched my stiffened cock, giggled, and said, "Hey, Hayley just came, so... um, is that for me?"

"Sure," I said, and got up from the bed and made it jerk for her benefit.

Janet shrieked with delight while Hayley slapped new tapes in each camera, and announced that we were all set and ready to go.

"Roll 'em," I called out and moved next to Janet, spooning myself against her back, and cradling her body against mine.

I reached around her to cup her girlish breasts in my hands, stroking and kneading them, and felt her nipples slowly grow under my palms. I moved my left hand down to her groin, pressing into the soft, curly hairs, and began stroking there too. She responded by pushing her ass back against me, parting her legs in the process, leaving her left leg raised and resting lazily on my hip. Then, in her assertively, but still shy way, she reached between her legs and took my cock in her hand, guiding it to, but not into, her. Still behind her — almost passively -- she was rubbing it in a slow, circular motion against her clit. I decided to do my best to get her off.

I'm going to deviate for a moment, and talk about the need for patience in getting a woman off successfully. My aunt Nicole was the first, but not the only woman who chided me for "rushing things" during sex. And after seeing with my own eyes the benefits derived from having patience, I began to practice it on an almost constant basis. The exception being those times when my partner and I were super-heated, and had to have at each other without preamble of any kind. The wham-bam-thank you ma'am's aside, I use patience almost every time.

And so it was with Janet. I kissed her softly, chewed lightly on her lower lip, and when she began to moan, moved to the nape of her neck.

From somewhere behind me, I heard Hayley's voice cooing, "Good stuff! Great stuff!" and I paid a few minutes on each breast until Janet's chest was heaving with the soft bites and kisses 

I was giving them. I love the reactions of a woman as I tease them. Each one responds a little differently. Another, somewhat important factor is avoiding any contact with their clitoris during this initial foray into sexual exploration. 

I especially love the nook where the leg meets the cunt, and as with Janet's neck, I spent some time there, kissing, nipping, and leaving love bites much the same as hickies, but less visible to a casual observer. I allowed my mouth to roam around, but not on her cunt, with several side trips down to the backs of her knees and up to her naval.

Janet was moaning and writhing by this point, and to my left I could hear Hayley's labored breathing as she filmed us in action. I was also aware of the other cameras, fixed in position and played to each of them as the opportunities presented themselves. 

When Janet began arching and trying to hump the air, I knew I really had her aroused, and gave her cunt a soft, wet lick that started at the top and worked down to her taint. (If the reader is not familiar with the "taint," it is that small patch of flesh, between the cunt and the asshole.) After the third such action I allowed my tongue to slowly circle her clit, eliciting a long, satisfied, "Oh, God! Oh, fuck yeah ... that's sooo good!"

Then alternating in the use of my entire mouth, then my tongue I ravaged her cunt, licking and sucking her outer folds, pulling on them until they stretched tautly from their natural nesting place.

"Where did ... you learn to do..."

She never finished the sentence as I sent my tongue swirling into her wet open hole, and after a count of three, returned to her clit with renewed fervor, not exactly touching it, but flirting with touching it until she herself was rubbing the fingers of one hand over it the moment my tongue danced elsewhere.

And dance was the operative word; for I was trying to vary my movements, and thereby provide Janet with the maximum amount of thrills and titillation. At about this point, I brought my own fingers into play, asking if she liked this, or that, and after getting an answer, moving further in that direction for a time before reverting back to the original starting point.

Time passed, I had already used as many as three fingers in her hole, and had her gasping with pleasure when I sent my middle finger to a special spot close to the top of her entrance. I am not talking about her G-spot, but a small, extra sensitive, very smooth point which is almost perfect for teasing to the point of no return. Janet tried to fuck my finger in deeper, but I fended her off by applying additional pressure and soon had her begging me to fuck her any way I wanted.

I was certain her commentary on the tape about this would make it a highly sought item if ever put up for sale.

Eventually, I capitulated, and slid the finger as far as it would go and held it there, letting Janet fuck my hand while I in turn paid more attention to her clit. Gradually I felt her cunt grow puffy, and moved the finger to locate her g-spot, and finding it, applied pressure to it as I had to her other sensitive area.

At about the same time, I tried sucking directly on her clit. Some women can take it and others can't tolerate it, even for short intervals. Janet was one who could and did accept it, and I alternated licking and sucking her clit with massaging her g-spot.

Janet came, and came again. She begged me to stop, and when I did, begged me to keep going. I did whatever she wanted, and brought her to several more orgasms, before coming to a halt.

"Janet," I said, after catching my breath, "You have a fantastic pussy and I love sucking it."

"Mmmm," she replied, and rolled over on her back and drew her legs up to her breasts while I glanced sideways at Hayley, who was still focused on us.

Janet took my rampant dick in her hand and guided it toward her cunt. Or, that's what I thought. But when I set out to enter her, she pouted and said, "No, not there. I want you to fuck my ass. I've never been fucked there and I want you to do it."

"Oh, man!" Hayley exclaimed as she refocused on us.

"Are you serious?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, please do it before I chicken out."

I approached her ass with some trepidation, but found both my cock and her anus so wet from the discharges of her cunt that I broke the sphinctoral plain with surprisingly little effort.

Janet did grunt as my cock entered her, and hissed through tightly clenched teeth, "Go slow!"

I did, and she obliged shifting her hips to accommodate the unaccustomed presence of something inside her ass.

"Am I hurting you?"

"A little," she replied, punctuated by a gasp of breath. "But that's to be expected isn't it? I mean, you are kinda big."

I leaned forward and kissed the hollow of her throat, flattening her breasts against her chest in the process.

"You are tighter than tight," I told her and she giggled at the complement.

"How far in are you?" she asked. I feel like I've been split in two!"

"We've got a ways to go,"" I told her, "But there's no rush. I can leave it where it is, you want."

"No, I can take more. Go for it."

"Well, let's try a little more," I said, and pressed my cock forward, felt it being tightened like a vise by her sphincter muscle. The pleasure this presented me was unbelievable.

"Are you liking this as much as I am?" I asked.

"It's different ... it's good, very good," she replied.

It appeared that I could only make further penetration by backing up and then pressing forward, gaining ground with each effort, but not that much. However, Janet was no shirker, and we kept at it until I was fully into her ass.

"How's that?" I whispered.

"Fucking unbelievable! Don't move for a few seconds. I have to get used to it."

I went back to kissing her neck and ears, even plucked at her left nipple while my dick remained motionless inside her. The walls of her rectum were warm and smooth against my dick. From time to time, Janet contracted her anus around me, testing the elasticity of her anal muscles.

The contractions were beginning to have an effect on me. "If you keep that up, I'm going to come. I feel close already."

"No!" she barked. "Please, don't come yet! You just put it in; you haven't really fucked me yet. Can you hold off?"

"I'll try. I can't tell you how good it feels!"

"The pain is subsiding," she said. "Give it just a few more seconds and you can start moving in and out a bit."

"I'll come for sure, then," I told her, and I was deadly serious.

"No you won't. If you do, I'll never let you do this again!" she threatened. Her threat served its purpose. 

I wanted to be able to fuck her anally again, and so I began to concentrate on other matters, like counting backward from one thousand; then trying to name as many animals whose names began with the letter C.

It worked, and as an added benefit, I was rewarded with pure pleasure, for Janet began to roll her hips in a slow circular fashion, while my ensconced cock, obediently followed. Somewhere along the line I began to slowly pump my dick into her, and the dual phenomenon of our syncopated rhythm sent the both of us to a high we had never before known.

Janet was beside herself, having discovered a new type of sex and, with the discovery, became more vocal than I had thought possible.

"Oh, Aubrey ... yeah, fuck my ass! Give it to me! Oh, I love it in my ass! Oh, Bree, it feels so good!"

Her voice could be heard through the house. Hey," I said softly, "my mother might hear you."

"I don't fuckin' care! Just shove it in me! Make it hurt! Oh, yeah ... fuck my ASS!"

I started pumping her like a madman, driving my cock in and out of her beautiful, tight ass with complete abandon. She grunted, she groaned, she bucked her ass against my abdomen, snorting rather than breathing, trying to pull me even further into the dark abyss.

My hands on her breasts were no longer gentle. If she wanted to feel hurt, I would be more than happy to oblige. I took her turgid nipples between the thumbs and forefingers of each of my hands, and squeezed them sharply, painfully. It was this final, almost desperate gesture that seemed to do the trick.

"Oh, Christ ... here I cum! Oh, yeah ... here I cum!"

I let loose with my own climax, filling her with spurt after spurt from my discharging dick. We both came down slowly. I didn't dare withdraw myself from her. I just let my dick shrivel up inside her while cum squeaked out of her anus wherever possible.

Janet wrapped her arms around my back and held me. She pressed her loins into mine, our pubic hairs mingling. "That was great," she whispered sexily.

I smiled. "I'm glad I held off, like you asked."

"I had no idea I could get that turned on back there. What do you call it?"

"Anal-erotic," Hayley whispered breathlessly.

"Yeah ... anal-erotic," Janet hissed and then giggled evilly.

Our lips met, and her tongue went right for my tonsils. She ground her abdomen into me slowly, sensuously, creating that familiar stirring in my manhood that had disappeared inside her wonderfully tight ass...

I think she felt me growing, or at least sensed it, because she slipped her hand between our clasped bodies, and located my semi- erect dick. Her tongue searched every nook and cranny within my mouth, as she slowly stroked me back to hardness.

"Don't you ever quit?" I asked, breaking the passionate kiss.

"Shush!" she whispered. "I'm on a roll."

"Yeah," Hayley laughed, "A roll in the hay."

I smiled, and then moved my hands to her buttocks, feeling the ass that I had just fucked, and squeezed the globes between my fingers, 

prying them apart, exposing her anus to the uncaring eye of the camera in Hayley's hands.

I searched out her anal button with my middle finger and, on finding it, pressing inward slightly, not penetrating her, but letting her know that I was eager to play back there again.

"Don't you ever quit?" she laughed.

"I like your ass," I said, pushing the tip of my finger into the recently deflowered opening. Janet was slowly jerking me off, alternating the squeezing with up and down movements of her hand. 

"I don't ever remember a cock rising so quickly again," she whispered.

"He is special that way," Hayley laughed, and put down her camera, and moved to hug Janet.

I picked up the camera, turned it on the two of them and said, "Why not try a nice kiss?"

They did, and in a few minutes, Janet was going down on Hayley, and well, it was spectacular, until my mother called out to us from the foot of the stairs.




Handsome Ch. 23



We all scrambled from the bed and dressed as quickly as possible. We had stayed in my room to long, and now I had to talk fast.

The girls left and I sat down in the kitchen with my mother. I was reminded of the earlier time, when mom had caught me with Chelsea, Mora and Joy.

"I think I know what was going on in your room," she said.

I nodded, but kept quiet.

"Were you being responsible?"

"What?"

"Aubrey, we've had this discussion already. I asked if you were behaving in a responsible manner."

"You mean did we have protection?"

"Among other things, yes."

"Yes, we had proper protection ... all of us."

My mother rolled her eyes. "I can't believe you."

"I'm not lying, Mom!" I protested.

"I didn't mean that you were lying. I meant ... I don't know what ... Aubrey, most boys your age are masturbating with a Penthouse, or Playboy magazine. You, on the other hand, probably don't bother. You have what seems to be every girl in that school at your beck and call. I mean you call and they spread their legs for you. Am I right?"

"Um, not every girl."

"Don't be a smart ass, Aubrey!"

"I'm not, Mom. I ... I just have this ... ability with women."

"Aubrey, I can't ignore what happened. I did once and it's come back to bite me on the ... never-mind!"

She took a moment to compose herself. I was glad the girls had left and didn't have to go through this tirade. "I ... I think I'll have David (her then current boyfriend) take the door off your room. That might slow you and your ... friends down a notch." 

"Mom!" I groaned in protest, "I won't bring any girls home from now on, I promise."

"That won't solve the problem, Aubrey. You'll get some girl pregnant, or catch an incurable disease. Your life will be ruined, and you're only a child."

"Mom, what can I do?"

"I don't know. I really don't. But I'm going to ask people for advice. I'll also give myself a chance to cool off. You have no idea just how angry I am at you at the moment."

The conversation had apparently ended with that, and I trudged to my room, left the door open, and read the rest of a book by Ed McBain, while wondering how I would cope with whatever punishment was coming my way.



Handsome Ch. 24



Chapter 24

Football & Sex

I was beside myself with worry. How could I make Mom happy without giving up all the sex that was available to me? And to a lesser degree, should I play football this coming season? I had last put on the pads in the 8th grade. I had played well, but doubted anyone my size (at the time) could play high-school ball other than sitting on the bench. 

I had grown a lot in the past two years. I was six foot and weighed a solid 185. I worked with weights almost daily, and had very little body fat, so there was no question about my ability to take a pounding. But did I want to risk damaging my arm, the arm that might carry me into a college scholarship and possibly a professional contract?

Regarding the latter, I called my baseball coach and told him about the football coach, Tucker Gifford, asking me to go out for football. 

Coach said, "Yeah, his QB was in an accident, flipped his father's SUV and broke his arm in two places. His throwing arm, I might add."

He was talking about Jessie's boyfriend! I thought. "Larry-something, right?" I said.

"Yeah, his name's Larry Wright. Kid could throw the ball. Well, you can too, Bree."

"Coach, I haven't played football since the 8th grade."

"But when you played, you played quarterback, am I right?"

"Yeah ... but..."

"No buts, son. Coach Gifford will work with you. Hey, you get another letter, get to play QB, and they won't expect you to play like an All- American."

I was feeling better about the prospect of going out for football. "I guess I just needed to hear it from someone who knows what he's talking about, Coach. Thanks."

"Don't thank me, thank Coach Gifford. He's watched you pitch. He knows you've got a great arm. And he'll give you lots of reps to get settled in. You know, practice starts this Wednesday."

"I didn't know that."

"You do now, so get your butt out there and give 'em hell."

"Um, thanks Coach; I really appreciate your help."

"Don't mention it. Do good. I'll be watching."

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The following morning, I called Coach Gifford. He sounded like he was really glad to hear from me and asked if I could come by the football field at two that afternoon. He knew a former NFL quarterback who had played for the Denver Broncos and Miami Dolphins that lived in town who would be happy to give me some tips on playing the position.

I was ecstatic about the idea and quickly agreed to meet with them.

Next I called Hayley and told her the news. She was far from delighted, and said so. "I thought we'd go to my Dad's place and edit the videos."

"I'm sorry ... I simply forgot. I mean, after getting a major lecture from my mother after she all but caught you and Janet with me..."

"Your mom isn't going to do anything to you, Bree. If anything, she'll call our mothers and complain to them. You're her little angel. You'll always be her little angel."

"You may be right," I conceded, "but she's my mom, and I respect her. From now on, anything we do won't be at my place.

Apparently, Hayley had thought that I might be planning to end our relationship, and was mollified by my statement. "Maybe I can get Janet to help with the editing."

"How long do you think it will take?" I asked.

"Hours and hours," she replied, "Possibly days, maybe even weeks."

"That long?" I said, not comprehending the magnitude of what goes into editing a video.

"Will you meet me after the practice?" she asked hopefully.

"Sure ... But I don't know how long that will be."

"You have a phone; call me. We'll meet you."

"Good deal, only..."

"What?" There was a hint of exasperation in her tone.

"I'll probably be all sweaty from running, you know?"

"Sweaty is good for what I have in mind," Hayley laughed.

"Then I'll call you."

"Yeah, you do that, sweetie."

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I met Coach Gifford and Mr. Johnson shortly after talking with Hayley.

Mr. Johnson was a friendly guy and I had trouble believing that I was actually working with a former professional quarterback, well, until he threw me several passes that stung my hands each time I tried to catch them. That's right ... tried to catch them. They were thrown so hard that when they reached my hands they simply bounced off them.

Coach Gifford laughed and said, "There's a knack to catching a football, Aubrey. Your hands are big enough, but the trick is making them soft enough to absorb the impact of the ball as it settles into your hands.

"But I see those guys on TV making one-handed catches..."

Mr. Johnson laughed, and said, "Yeah, sure you do. But have you ever seen their hands?"

I hadn't, and said so.

"Let me tell you," he said, "they're huge, really huge and that's how they can grab the ball one-handed."

A few minutes later I was learning about the intricacies of the footwork involved in taking the handoff from center and backpedaling. Not throwing the ball, just taking snaps and moving backward to position myself for the throw.

We practiced this for 40 minutes, took a water break and then coach had Mr. Johnson watch me throw some passes.

I had thrown about seven passes when Mr. Johnson intervened again to demonstrate the proper way of holding the ball prior to throwing a pass.

After practicing this for several minutes, we returned to taking snaps and the footwork again. But this time Mr. Johnson was yelling instructions that would have me breaking out of the pocket and scrambling either right or left.

Finally, I sank to my knees, too tired to run another play.

"All right," Coach Gifford called out, "Let's call it a day. Not bad for a first timer. What'd you think Gus?"

Gus Johnson had a grin on his face, "Coach, he did fine. In fact, he did a heck of a lot better than I did first time out."

My grin must have been a mile wide, and when Mr. Johnson put his arm around my shoulders, I was about as proud of myself as I'd ever been, and couldn't wait to tell Hayley.

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"You're seriously sexy, you know that?" I turned Hayley's face to mine. Her mouth was soft and vulnerable. It was definitely a different look for Hayley.

"Am I?" She whispered, and licked her lips.

"Oh, yeah, seriously so."

"So ... Just what are you gonna do about it, boyfriend, Bree?"

"I'm gonna fuck you, Hayley; that's what I'm gonna do."

I slipped my hand inside the loose sweatshirt she wore. She sighed into my mouth and her tongue flickered over mine as my hand cupped her bra-covered breast, squeezing it gently, and then harder. She moaned into my mouth as I squeezed a little harder, and sucked feverously on my tongue.

Hayley reached behind her and did that magical thing women do with their bras, and opened it, releasing her lovely melons to my hungry mouth.

I was teasing the right nipple, when Hayley sighed and gently removed her breast from my mouth and said, "We've got to stop for a minute."

"Why?"

"We've ... There's a problem."

"What's problem?"

"Sandra's pregnant."

"What!"

Hayley's eyes were as wide as I'd ever seen them. "I'm serious, Bree! She's fuckin' pregnant!"

"And you ... you think I did it?"

"No ... Eric's the father. Sandra as much as told me he's the only one she's had inside her."

"But she blew me!"

"You didn't fuck her."

I calmed down at that. No one was accusing me of being the father. A minute passed, and I felt like I could deal with whatever the actual problem was, so I asked.

Hayley replied with a moue, "She needs a guy to take her to the clinic for an abortion."

"Isn't that Eric's job?"

"He's a goddamned wimp!" Hayley spat out. She was fuming with rage.

"What?"

"He claims it's not his; that they always used a rubber, and besides she's on the pill."

"Are you sure it is?"

"Whose side are you on, Bree?"

"Yours, but..."

"What the fuck, Bree! Do you hear what I'm saying?"

"Yeah ... Sandra's pregnant and Eric's the father, right?"

"That's right!"

"Did Sandra say he's the father?"

No ... she didn't have too."

"But he denies it."

"Right!"

"Who did he deny it to?"

"Well ... me!"

"You asked him if he knocked Sandra up?"

"Yes, of course I did. She's my bestest friend. Of course he denies it."

"Is it possible he's not the guy?"

"It's possible he might not be the guy." But she refused to leave it there. "Now listen to me for a minute. He might not be the one, but he might be."

"So, you really don't know he was responsible."

"Bree, for Christ's sake! We tell each other who we do it with. She does it with Eric. Shit, you saw her fuck him. What more do you need?"

"All I'm saying is, Sandra didn't mention his name, and it is possible she did it with another guy and didn't bother telling you about it. Maybe she didn't want you to know about it. Now don't scream at me, I'm just saying."

"Oh, fuck you! All you guys are the same!"

"Wait a fuckin' minute! Am I right that all she needs is someone to take her to the clinic?"

"Yeah ... right! You'll take her, right?"

"What about the cost?"

"I've got that covered. I withdrew $500 from the ATM."

"So tell me how this works. I really don't have any idea."

"Take her to the clinic. Pretend to be the father. They don't take names. Hold her hand. If necessary, comfort her and take her home. No, take her to my house. I'll make sure she's well enough to go home so her parents don't catch on."

"When are we doing this?"

"Now ... well, within the hour. They close at six."

Hayley put her clothes in order and we drove to the local Pizza Hut, where Sandra was waiting for us. A phone call by Hayley set that up.

Sandra got in my car and Hayley got out. Sandra and I looked at each other; we were both embarrassed at why we were together.

"So, um, when did you know?"

"After I missed my period the second month."

"You took the test?"

"Oh, sure. Four times. I'm certain."

I couldn't help myself, I stared at her tits.

She tried to cover my eyes. "Don't ... I don't want you staring at me. I'm not a freak, and my tits haven't gotten any bigger if that's what you're wondering."

"I was," I admitted.

"It's all right. I keep looking at them myself."

"How far are you?"

"A little over two months."

"It sure doesn't show," I said.

Sandra began to cry. "I have my whole life ahead of me. I want to go to college. I can't let my family down by having a baby!"

I tried to comfort her by putting my arm around her. She sank into my arms and looked so vulnerable I had to resist kissing her. The last thing I wanted to happen was to jump her bones on the way to the abortion clinic. Although, in retrospect, I suppose a few girls have been nailed that way.

We arrived at the clinic and waited for them to call Sandra's name. I paid the nurse over $450, and they gave Sandra some medicine for the ensuing pain. Then a few minutes later they escorted her into a room and I was told to remain in the waiting room.

It seemed as if it took forever, but actually only twenty minutes passed before they called me to Sandra's bedside. I held her hand and she smiled at me as if I were really her boyfriend.

"Did it hurt?" I asked.

"It all happened so fast ... I mean the meds kicked in and they started in on me. It was very painful, but when it was over, I felt better, like I had nothing to worry about anymore. Now you're here, holding my hand. It's kind of romantic."

I kissed her on the lips and gave her breast a light squeeze.

"Oh ... I made you hot, did I?"

I laughed, "You always make me hot, Sandra."

"I'd let you do me, but the doctor says no sex for two weeks."

"That's all right; I can get laid if I need to. But I do want to do you."

"Does Hayley know that?"

"Well, from what I hear, you can keep a secret."

"Where'd you hear that?"

"Um, no one seems to know who the Daddy was."

"Oh ... yeah, I don't want anyone to know."

"So keep it a secret. No one needs to know."

"You're so sweet, Bree. I want you to know. Can you keep a secret?"

"Yes, I can keep a secret."

"My brother knocked me up. That's why I had to have the abortion. I don't want him to know, and I couldn't have his baby. People think Eric knocked me up. Poor Eric! I guess he won't want to go with me now. But I didn't say he was the one, honest I didn't."

"Does your brother know what he did?"

"No."

I thought about asking if she would let him near her again, but decided against it. That was her decision. She might and she might not.

Instead, I changed the subject. "What say we get you over to Hayley's?"

"Hayley's? Why?"

"She can keep an eye on you and take you home when you're ready. When you can act like nothing's happened out of the ordinary."

"You are so sweet. Do you want me to suck you off?"

"It's not necessary, Sandra. I appreciate the offer, but right now you need some rest. Are you ready to ride over to Hayley's?"

"I guess so."

I left her with Hayley and went home. I watched TV for a while, read some books about football and at ten to nine, I headed over to Hayley's to find out how Sandra had made out.

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"Oh, Bree, you were fantastic!"

"I was?"

"Sandra couldn't stop talking about you."

"I only did what anyone would do under the circumstances."

"No, you stood by her side. You helped her through a very difficult time."

"It was nothing. Anyone would have done it." I put my arm around her shoulder.

"Nothing! It was amazing," Hayley was crying as I squeezed her right breast, "You ... you ... you don't know ... She was almost normal a few minutes after she got here."

"I find that hard to believe."

She was laughing and crying at the same time, but let her hand drop onto my lap. "I find you pretty hard too."

We were in her living room. Her parents were upstairs in what they called their den, but what Hayley referred to as "their fucking quarters."

After working a breast from her bra cup, I whispered, "I've missed these." Hayley had guaranteed me her parents would not venture downstairs and that Sandra had indeed returned to normal before she'd driven her home.

I sat back and watched as she wriggled out of her tight jeans and panties. She carefully laid her jeans on the chair, placed the skimpy panties on top of them. I took in the very pleasant sight of her nudity. She followed my gaze, gave me a little smirk and wet her lips. 

I was playing with my dick, making it jerk this way and then that.

"Your nipples are at attention," I said. She laughed, "Oh, you! Look who's talking about being at attention," she whispered, and followed up with a lewd smile.

She cupped her breasts, teased the nipples, then squeezed them together." Should I get a boob job?"

"Are you crazy? Those tits are beautiful. No, they're absolutely perfect!"

We kissed, and her hand wrapped around my cock. My hands busied themselves with her breasts. We both moaned with arousal. Hayley straddled my thighs, keeping my dick in front of her. She began a sensuous movement that resulted in my cock rubbing against her pussy.

With a low growl, she made a slight adjustment so that the underside of my dick was nudging her clit, not continuously but every so often. She closed her eyes and went with the pleasure of it all. I refrained from doing anything, allowing her the moment to herself.

Eventually I began pulling and rubbing her nipples. Apparently that sent jolts of pure pleasure sparking through her. She pressed her breasts into me and I reciprocated by nibbling at her hardened peaks. I sucked them, turning them shiny with my saliva. I knew that I could make her cum this way; I had before, but decided not to do it this time, thinking we'd both prefer a good fuck.

It was the right decision. Moments later, Hayley took a firm hold on my cock and raised herself up. "I like this part," she whispered, and began rubbing the pliant head across her belly, the inside of her thighs, and finally through the soft, wet cleft of her sex.

She moved her hips as she centered me, teasing the tip of my cock with her moist heat.

Tit for tat, I thought, and helped out by thrusting once and slipping a few inches into her heated sheath. She held me there, rhythmically squeezing her muscles.

"It feels like your pussy is trying to eat my cock."

"It is," she whispered. "It wants it. This is my way of thanking you for helping Sandra through her ... problem."

She shifted her weight, moving from side to side, she squirmed to help work me into her. Twice she raised herself and started over. Each time she got me farther into her. Finally she reached bottom. I was sheathed entirely within her. She gave my dick a squeeze with her muscles, then leaned forward, her arms on either side of my shoulders, her breasts right in front of my face. She felt absolutely, gloriously and totally stuffed.

"God, this feels so good," she whispered. "I'm absolutely stuffed."

"Mmm," I said agreeably, and flexed my hips, pulled back, then pushed back in. She arched her back, and thrust back at me. "Jesus, Bree, I can feel every bump and ridge on your cock." Her whole body seemed to come to life, as she slowly rocked back and forth on me. With a little cry, she came, riding the waves of pleasure as they rocked her. 

I waited for her to come down with my hands on her hips, anchoring her to my shaft.

She did, and brushed the hair from where it lay on her face. "Whew, that was quick."

"That's all you can say about it?" Her whole body felt light, like she might float away.

"Oh, no ... It was wonderful ... I was ... in another kind of world there at the end."

She drew a ragged breath, asked, "Did you cum?"

"Not yet. How about turning over?" She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. And with an effortless movement presented her rear to me.

She buried her face in the pillow and I took my sweet time filling her. She matched my movements and it wasn't long before I felt her cunt contract, the clear indicator she was about to cum again. Well, I wasn't far behind. My cock seemed to swell, and I exploded into the ribbed condom I was wearing.

A long time later, we came back down, arms still wrapped around each other. The world intruded, I heard her parent's -- one of them anyway -- going to the bathroom. There was the screech of tires outside from some crazy teenager peeling rubber. (After that night, I never peeled rubber again.)

I started to move, but Hayley stopped me. "No, don't, I don't want it to come out."

"You've always liked it inside you."

"If you were a girl you'd know why."

"You ought to try it from this side."

"No, thanks. I'm happy I'm a girl."

"So am I."

So we lay there for an indeterminate time. And when my cock flopped out of her, we laughed, got untangled, rose from the couch and got dressed.

*******

Wednesday came soon enough, and I found myself on the practice field with most of the other football players. I saw two guys that were on the baseball team with me, Big Bone Cleary, and even bigger Champ Banion. I soon learned that Cleary was a defensive end, and quite good, with several SEC schools trying to entice him into signing with them. Banion, I was told, was my main protector, in that he played left tackle on the offensive line, and would be keeping the opposition from coming into me from my blind side. 

Coach Gifford ran us ragged that first day, allowing us plenty of water breaks and then running us in sprints, or laps around the field. 

When the actual scrimmage began, he would select someone who messed up and had them run two additional laps around the field. My name was called once, although I'm certain I messed up plenty. I think he took pity on me since I was learning a position that until the day before had been foreign to me.




Handsome Ch. 24



Coach Johnson took me aside along with two wide-outs and I threw passes to them as they ran designated pass-patterns. After a few instructions from Coach Johnson, I got the hang of it, and began putting the ball reasonably close to where they could reach it.

At the end of practice, Coach Gifford approached me and gave me some additional advice. Then he told me that I had done well, considering.

I went home tired, but happy. I had been accepted by the other players, even Jessie's boyfriend, Larry Wright, who stood on the sidelines, his arm in a cast and sling, and called out goodnatureredly to me as I threw my warm up passes.

I was laying on my bed, playing a video game when Hayley called.

"Are you up for some action, Mr. Football Star?"

I laughed and said, "You're such a dirty little girl."

"I try, Aubrey, I try."

"You need to be taught a lesson. You need to learn how to behave. I can see you wriggling even now. Such a greedy little slut, clearly needing to be fucked."

"Oooo, I love it when you talk dirty."

"Mmmm, is that what you want?"

"Whateverdo you mean?"

"Do you want my cock in your cunt? Do you want to be fucked?"

"Is that an offer?"

"Maybe."

"Can I think about it?"

"Sure, think on it. But I happen to know this is making you wet."

"You think?"

"C'mon, admit it. You're a filthy little slut."

"I'm not so little," she giggled.

"I bet your hand is between your legs right this minute."

"I'll have you know I'm dressed."

"I'll bet. You're wearing panties and maybe a bra, and that's it."

"Oooo, the mystic man. He sees all, and tells all."

"No I don't."

"Sure you do!"

"I don't tell all, and you know that."

"Well ... you have a point there. And I admit that I'm only wearing panties. They say Gobble Me across the crotch."

"I believe that!"

"So you wanna play ... phone sex?"

"I thought we were. I'm too tired for anything else."

"Oh, foosball practice got you down?"

"Foosball your ass. It's football, Hayley, and it's damn tiring. Why I doubt I can get it up at all. I'm worried about how football is going to affect my sex life."

"Well, if it's any consolation, Jessie told me that Larry was after her constantly once the season started."

"Jessie told you that, huh?"

"She did."

"She tell you anything else?"

"She did."

"And what was that?"

"Just girl talk."

"Just girl talk?" I was wondering if she'd mentioned the favor I'd done for her.

"Yeah."

"Touch yourself for me. Make yourself good and wet."

"Oh, I don't know if I should. You're so tired and all."

"You do know how to bust a guy's balls," I said laughing.

"So, did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Make her cum?"

"You know I don't talk about people, Hayley."

"Ummm, she told me you ate her out."

"Did she? What else did she tell you?"

"Mmmmm."

"Hayley, quit playing with yourself for a minute. Answer my question."

"Huh? What?"

"Answer my question."

"Oh ... that Jessie person?"

I had to laugh, she was funny. "Yeah, that person."

She sighed, loudly and for my benefit, then said, "She said, her BF wouldn't go down on her, and someone told her you were very good at it. So she asked you and eventually you took her on, brought her off and somehow she got her BF to do it too."

"Sounds plausible," I said, not actually admitting anything, but certainly satisfying her curiosity.

"Don't worry Bree, it was well before we met. I'm not jealous."

"Shut up!"

"Does she taste as sweet as I do?"

Ignoring her remark, I said, "Show me that wet little cunt of yours.

"Mmm ... like this?"

"That's better..."

"Ooo, you make me so fuckin' hot!"

I do, don't I? Put your hand between your thighs..."

"Like this?"

"Yeah. Now, slide it over your cunt ... make your fingers wet..."

"Oh, you're so fuckin' bad!"

"And you're such a fucking slut ... look at you humping away."

I heard her groaning.

"Push them inside..."

"Ohhh!"

"Push them into that wet little cunt. Don't make me wait.

Push them in ... all the way..."

I could hear Hayley panting with exertion, as she forced her fingers in and out.

"Open your thighs wider ... I want to see!"

"OHHH, BABY!" she moaned.

"Such a little whore for me..."

"I'm gonna cum!"

Keep those fingers moving!"

"Oh, motherfucker!"

"Tell me ... admit it to me right now ... you're my dirty fucking slut!"

"I ... I'm you're slut!"

"You're my dirty fucking slut!"

"I'm you're dirty fucking slut!

"Tell me you have your fingers jammed in your cunt ... say it!"

"I'm coming!"

"Say it!"

"I ... I have my fingers ... and I'm coming! Oh, sweet Jesus ... I'm coming!"

I waited until she'd calmed down, then asked, 

"Your parents home?"

"No until after eleven."

"I'll be over in fifteen, okay?"

"How will I pass the time until you get here?"

"Ask your fingers."

We were both laughing when I hung up and began getting dressed.

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I went even though I was tired and had muscles screaming to be let alone.

Hayley answered the door in the nude, and I swept her into my arms, kicked the door shut and carried her to her bedroom, where she had our video with Sandra and us playing.

"Nice touch," I said, and knelt down between her toned legs. Her smell was so pungent and sweet, almost overpowering me. But I contented myself with stroking and squeezing her magnificent thighs, keeping a safe distance from her smoldering pussy.

Hayley began to moan as her frustration built. I teased her, sliding my fingers and thumbs back and forth, but just out of reach of her pussy, which was open and waiting for me.

"Bastard!" she croaked, telling me she loved this type treatment.

I spent several minutes kissing her, moved to her throat and left a love mark there for her to cover with make-up later. And even as we kissed, my hand began to massage her pulsing mound, then moved away to tease her navel.

"Do me, you bastard!"

"Isn't this pleasurable?" I countered.

"Do me like you did Jessie!"

"I never said I did Jessie," I said softly.

"Eat me, motherfucker!"

"Hey, sticks and stones..."

"Bree ... please!"

"Get off the damn bed!" I said firmly.

Not fully comprehending, she did it anyway, and I guided her into the spacious living room and set her down on the coffee table.

"What ... here?"

"Here!"

"Okay, okay!"

I had her lay on her back on the table and ran a finger along her wet slit.

She moaned, and raised her legs, placed her feet on the edge of the table. She was already open for me, but I spread her further apart with my thumbs.

She was shivering with anticipation when my face dropped to her center and extended my tongue before licking her juicy twat from top to bottom.

I stopped to savor the taste of her nectar as it ran out of her.

"What ... what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. Everything's right. I'm just savoring the very essence of you."

"Oh ... how fucking romantic!"

"Like that shit, huh?"

"You don't know how ... Oh! Do that again!"

She was referring to my tongue teasing her clit. I did it again, just to please her, and evidently did exactly that.

"Please don't stop," she said, looking down at me, her fingers touching my jaw.

I started poking and probing in and around her very slick entrance. My tongue began to forge in and out of her

"Ohhhh ... YES, BABY!"

I sucked softly on her labia; and her satisfied moans filled my ears. I changed tempo, sucking harder, even pulled her clit into my mouth. Her moans were now bouncing off the walls. I added a finger, sending it into her slickness as far as it would reach; pulled it back.

She spasmed. I added another finger, turned my palm upward, sent the fingers in again, but on a different path, flicking them forward and backward — eventually finding her G-spot.

Hayley knew what was happening. We'd done this bit before.

"Ohhh ... good! Ohhhh, that's ... great!"

I wrapped my other arm around her thigh, had that hand on her stomach, rubbing it intensely as I fingered her.

She was writhing at this point, if I didn't know better it would have seemed that she was trying to escape my clutches. However, I knew that wasn't the case at all.

I massaged the secret spot until she groaned and called out, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

And then with finality I understood all too well — "Ohhh ... I'm coming! Really coming!"

She squirted all over my fingers, spilling onto to my wrist and arm. I pulled my face and fingers away from her cunt and moved to her mouth, kissing her until neither of us wanted any more of it.

"So, how was that for you?" I inquired with a broad smile.

"Good ... so fucking good!"

"That's my little slut," I cooed, as her hand found my hardon.

"I see someone's nice and hard again," she giggled.

"Hey, I wasn't jerking off when we were on the phone."

"I know ... I was," she grinned lewdly, and slowly got up from the coffee table.

"C'mon back to my room."

"You think the video is still playing?" I asked.

"For sure ... it goes on forever. At least it seems that way."

Glancing at the screen, I saw that the video was at the point where I was kissing Janet, while in the background Haley's voice could be heard saying, "Good stuff! Great stuff!"

"Isn't that sooo fucking hot?"

I glanced at my boner, and replied, "We think so."

"We?" she said, and then saw what I meant, and laughed that lewd laugh again.

"Let's get down and dirty," she said. I nodded my agreement and we embraced.

Hayley straddled me. Her hands rested on my chest. I could feel the mouth of her cunt sucking at the tip of my cock, making me want to ram it in fully, but I managed to refrain from doing so.

I did, however, take hold of both her breasts and squeeze them. Her eyes were watching my hands on her breasts, then closed as her lower body began to move, gyrating those hips of hers and enveloping my cock in her cunt in a very brief period of time.

We both moaned with that satisfying pleasure encountered almost every time a cock sinks into a cunt.

Hayley began to ride my shaft then, breathing deeply while grinding backward and forward, forward and back; with my hands still glued to those marvelous tits as my cock reached its furthest possible point deep within her.

"This is... " She started to say.

"Fanfuckingtastic!" I improvised. Making us both laugh.

She lifted her ass up a little, then dropped down on me. What an exquisite sensation!

I looked at the facial expressions on her face as she rode me. Her little worry wrinkles that appear on her forehead are now happy wrinkles as she rose up and dropped at a faster rate. I released her breasts and gripped the cheeks of her ass. Hayley's hands took hold of my shoulders to steady her and we continued our fuck.

"Oh, baby!" I growled, "Your pussy feels so good around my dick!"

Hayley moaned, and accelerated her pace, pounding away at me. I gripped the cheeks of her ass and tried to help by lifting her, well, I was assisting her, not actually lifting, she had that under control.

"Oh fuck baby!" Hayley moaned into my ear, "Give it to me! Oh, give it to me!"

I wasn't really 'giving' her anything. She was doing the gifting, but I went with the flow, and was rewarded with a long, satisfying sound from her throat as she started coming on my pogo stick.

"Oh fuck baby! I'm coming all over you!" she announced, and triggered my ejaculation.

A short time later, Hayley laughed and kissed my right nipple. "Don't think I've finished with you yet," she said, and kissed the other.

"Hey, I was tired when I got here. You've exhausted me, and I've got two practices tomorrow."

She pouted, and said, "But what about our movie?"

"I know, I know," I said, "The show must go on, but let's give it a break, Hayley. With football practice practically draining off all my energy, I can't make a fuck film."

Then to placate her to some extent, "But I should have enough energy for you tomorrow night. That is, if you want it."

"Oh, baby, I want it. I do! So, we'll put the movie on hold."

"Good."

"So what time tomorrow?"

In the interest of moving things along, and not continuing with an almost daily account of my life in High School, I'm going to jump ahead to June of the following year. For the reader who simply can't go on without knowing what transpired during that short span, I shall summarize.

Football:

My initial effort playing quarterback went well, much better than I had any right to expect. We went 7 — 2, and got into the State playoffs, where I managed to complete a last second pass to Timmy Warfield and win the first game against Christian Divinity HS. 

However, the next opponent, Benedict Arnold Military Academy, was a lesson in how much I had to learn about reading the defense. I was picked off four times, two going for touchdowns. We lost, 24 — 7, and that was that for our year.

Hayley and I continued seeing one another, and others; for she had this thing about sharing me with her friends. Of course, she put it all on tape. 

Among "her friends" was Sandra, who rewarded me for seeing her through that horrible abortion with some torrid sexual escapades.

That brings me to my Aunt Nicole's wedding. My mother and I flew to Cincinnati with her fiancé, David Mitchum. 

Oh, yes, Mom got him to give her a nice diamond ring during the Christmas Holiday. Their wedding date is set for the following June.

I like him, and we get along just fine. Mom couldn't be happier. And I should mention that although Hayley had planned on coming to Aunt Nicole's wedding as my guest, her father had a heart attack. Everyone thought it best that she remain with her family until things improved with his worrisome condition.

That brings me to Cincinnati — and Aunt Nicole, the woman who taught me more than I needed to know about sex.

With her fiancé, Julius Baxter, out of town on business, Aunt Nicole entertained David, Mom, and me until Mom yawned and sent David a pre-arranged signal and they "retired" for the night, leaving me alone with my aunt.

Nicole fixed us drinks as I told her about Hayley and why she hadn't accompanied us to Cincinnati.

I wasn't sure just how my aunt and I would act since she was about to get married, but she soon resolved that worry by bending forward in handing me my drink, (A scotch on the rocks — I was now considered an adult in more ways than one, it appeared.) and providing me a generous view of her almost forgotten breasts.

"It's been a while, Aubrey."

"It has. A lot's happened ... to both of us."

"You certainly have grown."

"You sent me those weights. They certainly helped."

"Have you grown ... elsewhere?"

"Possibly. But you'll have to see for yourself."

"I'm sure I will. But, tell me, are the girl's treating you all right?"

"Yes, thanks to your, um, advice."

"Mine and Krista's," she smiled warmly.

"Yes, Krista, and how is she?"

"Mrs. Von Kempf is now Ms. Smith. Ms. Krista Marie Smith."

"Oh ... what happened?"

"They got a mutually agreed upon divorce."

I found myself staring at my aunt's knees. She was sitting with her knees close together. As I was staring, her knees separated a little. More than a little; perhaps as much as four or five inches. A generous portion of creamy white thigh met my eye, and I felt my cock begin to stiffen.

Aunt Nicole gave me a dreamy smile, lifted her glass to sip her drink, and spread her legs a little farther apart. Now I could see a little bit of her panties. As we continued our conversation, her legs opened wider again. 

Now I had a clear view of her crotch. I could see the dark triangle of her pubic hair, and just below that I could see the outline of her pussy lips through the thin material. 

By now I had a full hard on. With some difficulty I took my eyes of Nicole's crotch and looked up to see her staring at me with a knowing smile on her face.

"Are you teasing me, Aunt Nicole?"

"I've asked you to call me Nicole when we're alone. And to answer your question, yes, I am. Do you like what you see?"

I didn't reply, but got up from my chair and got down on the floor in front of Nicole. I spread her legs farther apart, and then pushed her skirt up completely exposing her panties.

I could hear her rate of breathing increase as I worked her forward so that she was now sitting on the edge of the chair. With my right hand I began running my fingers gently over her silk covered pussy. My aunt responded to this by purring and pushing her hips forward.

"It's no accident your fiancé is out of town, is it?"

Her lust filled voiced rasped, "No, it isn't, Aubrey. I've waited for this for quite a while now."

"So have I," I told her, and I meant it.

I slipped a couple of fingers under the crotch of her panties, and pulled them to the side, exposing her pussy to my feverish eyes.

"Kiss me there!"

I leaned forward and ran my tongue lightly up the crest of her pussy lips. As I did this I could almost sense a vibration going through Nicole's body. When my tongue reached the point where her pussy lips were joined at the top I ran my tongue back down. I repeated this several times and then pushed my tongue as deep inside her pussy as I could make it go.

Nicole responded with a loud, "Yes!" I then locked my lips onto her pussy and sucked and licked her into her first orgasm of the evening.

After her orgasm, Nicole had me stand up and helped me out of my pants and shorts. Then she stood up and had me sit down. She knelt on the floor between my legs and began stroking my cock.

It didn't need any encouragement, as it was already rock hard.

I heard her giggle softly, and then felt an electric current rocket through me as she touched my balls with her ice filled glass.

"Keep quiet, we don't want to interrupt your mother and David ... or do we?"

"No! We don't want to have them coming downstairs," I said as emphatically as I could manage.

She laughed, and said, "No Oedipus complex for Aubrey, eh?"

"Not if I can help it. I have no interest in that area. Besides..."

"What?"

"I've already been with several mothers."

"That's my boy," she giggled again, "No pun intended."

Nicole took a sip of her drink, and took three or four pieces of ice into her mouth. I listened as she chewed and sucked on the ice before swallowing it.

"You'll like this," she cooed, and took me into her chilled mouth, swirling her ice cold tongue over the head of my glans.

There was no way I could have held off coming, and I told her. She yanked me from her mouth, and used her hand to pump my ejaculate into her empty drink. Then, while I sat back and tried to recover, she held up her glass and showed me the globs of cum in it.

"Here's to you," she said, and drained the contents in one large gulp.

"When did you start doing that?" I asked, for she had totally surprised me, displaying a side of her sexual personality to me that I had never even thought of.

"Erotic wasn't it?" she said with a lewd grin.

"It sure was," I replied, filing it away for a scene with Hayley when we resumed our film making.

Aunt Nicole answered my earlier question, "Well, I haven't seen you for a couple years, have I?"

"So ... there have been other guys," I said, regretting the words as they left my mouth.

"Have I asked you about your sexual conquests?"

"Yes, in a roundabout way."

"Oh, come on, I have not!"

"Okay, okay, I apologize. I shouldn't have said anything."

"Apology accepted, now would you like to go down on me? I'm anxious to see what all those other females have taught you."

"Could I please have another drink? I'm kinda thirsty."

Nicole made us another round of drinks and we sat and talked for a few minutes.

I put my drink down on a coaster several minutes later. Smiling at Nicole, I pointed upstairs and whispered, "Listen, they're not shaking the bed anymore."




Handsome Ch. 24



She giggled and said, "Better hope they don't decide to come down here for a glass of milk or something."

That caused my rising dick to go flaccid. Nicole took my face in her hands and kissed me. "It wouldn't matter if they did. Your mother knows you nail everything wearing a bra and panties. Why should I be an exception? Especially when everyone knows I'm to be married in the next couple days. All brides are horny as hell before the wedding, you know."

"I'd heard it was the bridesmaids," I said grinning at her.

"That's true enough. All they think about is getting married and getting laid. The wedding is a perfect excuse to let their guard down and fuck someone they find half-way attractive."

"You're kidding," I said.

"I'm not. You'll have a slew of women after you before, during and after I get married."

"Now I'm getting excited," I told her.

"I can see that. Are you ready? I don't think their coming down. I think the trip and the screwing have tired them out."

"Mmmm," I said in answer, and I began to repay her for the wonderful blow job she had given me. I spread her legs, and kissed her inner thighs as she moaned appreciatively.

"Take it slow, Aubrey; please take me all the way."

Why not? I thought and started kissing my way to her labia, then passing it by and working slowly down to her knee. I lightly sucked the back of it until she moaned, then I moved even lower, eventually sucking each toe on her left foot.

"Jesus, that's good!" She whispered and ran a hand through my hair.

I kissed and sucked my way back up the leg and spread her labia apart with my thumbs.

"Yes! Yes!" Nicole hissed.

But I kept my mouth confined to her inner thigh and then reworked my way back down her other leg, doing the knee and once again sucking each toe on that foot.

"Oh, that's so good, Aubrey!"

"You like it, Auntie?"

"Yes ... I love it. You've learned well, my love."

"Shall I put it in?" I meant my cock, which was bobbing crazily in front of her face.

"No, no! Don't stop, you have a magic tongue. Show me how well it works."

I abandoned all pretenses and got down to eating Nicole out. My tongue slithered into her juicy cunt and she moaned ecstatically. I gulped at her sweet juice, and laughed as she quickly replenished the supply. Her hips were pounding into my face, her thighs clamped down on my ears. My thumb rubbed her clit and she had a small orgasm, and told me I'd made her cum, but not to stop.

I don't remember doing it, but suddenly realized I had a finger jabbing into her ass.

"Oh shit, Bree, I'm gonna cum so hard."

"Do it! Cum for me!"

"Oh baby, don't stop, suck me, eat me, make me cum with that tongue!"

I attacked her pussy with a vengeance.

"Suck my pussy, honey. Suck it!"

"Oh, Oh, Oh!"

"Come for me, baby!' I growled.

"I am! Oh, Oh, Oh, here ... I ... come!"

Her hips glued themselves to my mouth. I was certain my mother and David had heard her and would be coming down to investigate. But I couldn't stop myself, I kept at her.

Only after I'd been gnawing at her pussy for what seemed forever, did Nicole check the time.

"My God, you've been eating me for over an hour!" With the gentlest of touches, she pried my face from her cunt.

I smiled up at her. She laughed and said, "Your face is covered with my juices."

"So?" I said and tried to return to that honey scented nest, only to be rebuffed by her hand.

"No ... not right now. Geez ... I don't know if my legs will work. I've gotta try standing."

It was a brief struggle, but her legs supported her and she stood over me, a lewd smile on her face. "My turn, big boy!" she said and taking hold of my throbbing prick, examined it as if it were a treasured artifact for ancient times.

She had both hands on my shaft and squeezed it until a drop of precum oozed from the slanted eye at the tip.

"It's like it's crying," she murmured. She continued to milk me, drawing more seminal fluid out of my pulsing member each time she added more pressure to her grip.

"You have the most fascinating cock I've ever seen," Nicole pronounced happily.

I watched with bated breath, as her mouth opened and she stuck out her tongue, gingerly licking the fluid from my cockhead.

"Is a blowjob coming up?" I asked.

"Might be."

"Oh..."

"Then again, maybe not."

"Oh... " My cock was sticking out like a crowbar between us.

The tip of her tongue danced on my earlobe, then darted out so fast and far I thought it'd come out my other ear. Nicole pulled away laughing, and renewed the light caressing of my caressing the shaft of my rapidly pulsating prick.

"Hmm, I'd better use my miracle mouth on this baby," she murmured

Nicole lifted her head, giving it a toss that didn't quite get the hair out of her face. "I just love the taste of you, sweetie."

And down she went. I closed my eyes and when I reopened them she was sitting on her haunches looking terribly pleased having filled her Julie Roberts-like mouth with my cock. Taking me from her mouth, she gave me a drooling smile, and asked if I'd rather fuck.

I nodded in agreement and she practically jabbed me back inside of her. I decided to let her do all the work, and she did, riding me at a leisurely pace while giving me that sexy smile, until something happened ... my guess her climax was approaching ... suddenly she was a bitch in heat, allowing herself a long, voluptuous orgasm, while teasing me by bringing me close and closing the door on me time after time.

I was delirious with my need to come. I hugged her hard and, before she could react, I rolled us over so that she was on her back again.

Her legs spread wide, allowing me the deepest possible entry, but her eyes narrowed to slits. "Fuck me hard, but watch out, I'll bite given a chance!"

I held her wrists down over her head and fucked her. I tried to smother her mouth with lips and tongue, but then she slipped to the side and tried to bite me. She did bite me.

So I bit her back. Nicole liked to be bitten almost as much as she liked to bite. We snarled at one another as I started to slam in and out of her. She got her hands free and then we were wild animals, rolling around the floor. Her legs crossed at the calves, locking me against her as she fucked me back. The sloppy wet slurping of sex against sex filled the air.

I finally came. It was magnificent. Between the spurting of my cock I heard her screaming and knew we had better be prepared to explain ourselves to my mother and David.

But they never appeared. My mother mentioned it to me after we were home following the wedding, and I had the decency to blush in embarrassment. 

Then she laughed and said, "I knew you two were up to no good. I'll bet it wasn't the first time for the two of you either."

I didn't answer, and she took the silence as my agreement, but left it at that.

Aunt Nicole and I picked up our clothing and headed for our bedrooms. I would meet the groom the following day and Krista-Marie as well. It would be another reunion of sorts.



Handsome Ch. 25



Chapter 25

Rehearsal Dinner & Much More

I awoke the following day to great expectations, but they were dashed right after breakfast. My expected reprise with Aunt Nicole didn't happen. This was, after all, the day before her wedding and she had a zillion things to do. I made some discrete inquiries about Krista Marie, who along with Aunt Nicole had provided me with such wonderful insights into the likes and dislikes of the female mind.

I learned that she was staying just two doors away at mutual friends to be close to Aunt Nicole, as she was the Maid of Honor. 

At the earliest opportunity, I made some excuse and left the house to call on her and see if we might renew our sexual experiences. In fact, Krista Marie answered the door and gave me a great hug at seeing me standing there. She whisked me inside, gave me a peck on the cheek, (the first bad sign) so as not to muss her make-up. As soon as I determined we were alone, I reached out to cup her breast and she swatted my hand away, another bad sign.

"No, Aubrey, you mustn't!"

"Why not? You still like me, don't you?"

"I do, I do! But..."

"But what?"

In a whisper I barely heard, she hissed, "He's here!"

"Who?"

"My fiancé, Jack!"

"Oh ... I didn't know..."

"I know, and I'm sorry. Not about being engaged, but that you didn't know. How could I tell you?"

"Yeah..." I managed, and shuffled my feet.

"You have to go. He'll be suspicious." She gave me another, stronger hug and somehow managed to grope my dick in the process.

"Oh, my ... you're a very big boy now. I wish..." She shook her head as if clearing some cobwebs away, and continued. "Later ... I'll introduce you to someone. You'll like them. I know you will. Now go. I'll see you later. But please, when you meet Jack, don't ... you know, act like we really know each other."

"Yes, of course, Krista Marie. I met you in passing when I stayed with Aunt Nicole. That's all, nothing ever happened between us."

"You're a darling, Aubrey, really and truly ... Oh, I just wish..."

"Me too."

"You'll have a really good time at the wedding, I promise."

I returned to Aunt Nicole's and was reduced to playing video games until it was time to dress for the rehearsal dinner. It was an afternoon of mixed introspection and sulking. I was horny and pissed.

I was still morose following the dinner, striving not to show my displeasure at my Aunt and Krista Marie, when Krista Marie kept her word and introduced me to the Carson twins, who were identical in every sense, except for the fact that June was a brunette and January was a blonde.

"We're both blonde, actually, January said with a giggle.

"But I wanted to be a teensy bit different," said June.

They were nineteen, and beautiful. I glanced around; no one was paying us any attention. We were just kids in the midst of an adult gathering. 

I knew my Aunt and Krista Marie would be monitoring us, but aside from that I thought we were not being observed to any extent. But it was the twins who maneuvered us into a secluded area of the dining room, and then to a small office.

"This is ... cozy," I said when we were behind a closed door. Glancing around I saw an uncluttered desk, a chair and a love seat that passed for a couch. I noted it would hold two comfortably, and three if some dexterity were used.

"Aubrey," June (the brunette) asked, "Are you a good kisser?"

"What?"

"She asked if you are a good kisser," January said, answering for her sister.

"Well, I..." I stammered. I'd never been asked that before and I was thrown off-guard.

"Well?" January demanded.

"I ... I've had some practice."

"Don't you know?" June said, pouncing on my words.

"Are you?" I shot back.

June answered me, saying, "We don't know ... not really."

"Some things you can only learn by doing," January said emphatically; her eyes were challenging me.

"I agree," I said and smiled at them. They were standing fairly close to me, and I reached out and caressed both their faces.

"You said you've had some practice," June said, when I lowered my hands.

"Yes. Yes, I have."

"We're from Missouri," January said.

"What's that mean?" At the time I was not familiar with the expression.

"We need to be shown," June replied.

"Okay, so who wants to be first?"

There was a moment of confusion. Neither girl seemed to want to initiate the lead, fearful of irritating the other.

"Shall I toss a coin to help determine who'll go first? After all, the other will follow almost immediately.

Both girls breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, that would be fine," June said, glancing at her sister for confirmation. January nodded and I reached in my pocket for a quarter.

"June, you call ... heads, or tails?"

"Tails!"

I tossed the quarter, caught it and slapped it onto the top of my left hand.

Uncovering my hand, I saw it was Heads, and said so.

"January, it seems you get to go first."

"Um ... where?"

"Why right here, where else?"

"Oh, right ... I'm so silly at times."

I started at their respective chests. Both sets of nipples were sticking out against the white sweaters they wore.

"Come here," I said, and took the blonde haired January in my arms and dropped her backwards, found her lips, and kissed her firmly but softly. I held her like that for a count of sixty before releasing her and holding my hands out for June to come to me. 

"Was it ... did you like kissing me?" January asked.

"Yes, January, I enjoyed kissing you." And I turned from her to her sister, who, having watched me kiss her sister, opened her mouth allowing me to tongue her ductile lips, and then slipped my tongue between them. Her mouth was still closed as I caressed the inside of her lips and then, when I pushed my tongue against her teeth, they parted. I slowly thrust my tongue into her hot, moist mouth and, after a moment, her own tongue became mobile, too and she put her arms around my neck. I moved one arm further around her then and cupped the swell of one of her budding, young breasts as I dipped her backward.

"Come here, January," I said and brought her lips to mine. This time her mouth opened and we engaged in a brief duel of our tongues, my hand caressed her neck briefly before sweeping down over her nipple where my palm rubbed the stiffened bud. 

Her face was flushed when I broke off the kiss, and she wriggled against my erection, her firm bottom sending shivers of desire through me. My hand was still on her breast, rubbing slowly over the hard, little nipple that was poking into my palm. She leaned back away from me but made no attempt to escape the caress of her breast.

I shifted my body slightly and found June waiting patiently, her face tilted up to mine, her lips parted receptively, and as I kissed her my hand moved under her sweater and began to play with her bare breasts and hard, little nipples, rolling the rubbery nubbins between thumb and forefinger and feeling her push her firm boobs against my hand. 

Her tongue learned quickly — if this was her first time exchanging hers with a partner. I kept my hand on one of her breasts when I switched back to January, and when that kiss ended I was squeezing a breast on each sister, while they leaned against the desk to keep from falling.

I suggested we sit on the love seat, and when January sat down I sat next to her. June perched on the chair arm next to me. In no time at all, the girls had my jacket and tie off and June was running her hand over my chest, having opened several buttons on my shirt while I kissed January.

"Want to see them" January asked when we came up for air.

"I would," I answered and watched as she pulled the white sweater over her head.

"Look at mine too," June cooed, and I did. Both had lovely breasts, perky, with strawberry tipped nipples that were begging to be played with. 

I kissed June and began teasing January's nipples. Then I kissed January and played with June's mammaries. It was while I was tweaking June's nipples that January began rubbing her hand along my erection. Things were moving along faster than I'd anticipated.

January was kissing my neck and shoulder while giving a gentle squeeze to my dick. June finished opening my shirt and began to suck my nipples, taking them into her mouth and nipping each in turn.

I went for January's tits and bit them, and pulled on them as June opened my fly and slowly removed my aching cock. I expected to feel her mouth on it, but was surprised when all she did was stroke it and caress it, paying a certain amount of attention to my balls. It took a moment before I realized it was the first cock she had encountered, and that probably held true for her sister, January.

While June played with my cock, she was kissing my navel. For my part, I let my hand drift between January's thighs and glide lightly over her pussy.

She moaned loudly, and exclaimed, "June ... he's touching me there!"

"Let me see!" June cried out, releasing her hold on me while she watched. Of course, hearing those words, I sent my hand right back to her hot little nest, allowing the tips of my fingers to stray between her lips as far as her underwear would let me.

January groped blindly for my dick, found it, and squeezed it in much the same way her sister had. I took the opportunity to reach between June's legs, which were spread enough to permit me to tap her pussy and this time I ventured past the underwear and rubbed real flesh.

As I began to finger June, both girls converged on me, covering my body with kisses. The following day I would discover six hickies from this particular onslaught. January was the first to take me in her mouth. Moments later, June took her place, and then it was a matter of alternating in sucking and licking my cock and balls while I fingered the both of them.

Then January croaked, "June...!"

It must have been a pre-arranged signal, for they moved away from me and pulled their underwear on followed by reaching for their discarded sweaters, and quickly pulled over their heads.

"What? Did I do something wrong?" I asked.

"We've gone further than we thought we would," June told me, sounding like an accountant reading a financial statement.

"But look at me!" I sputtered, showing them my hardon.

"It's lovely, Aubrey," January said.

"Yes, it really is," June added.

"But we're virgins..." June said.

"And we're staying virgins," January said, finishing her sister's sentence.

"We promised Daddy," they said together.

"But look at me! Are you going to leave me like this?"

"What can we do about ... that?" January asked. It took me a moment to form a reply. 

"Jerk me off, or blow me, I don't care. But I need relief."

The twins looked at one another. "We could..." January began.

"We should..." June finished.

It was June who reached out and began tentatively jack me off.

"Can you put some feeling into it?" I asked peevishly.

"Here, let me do it," January said and took me in hand. She was better than her sister, but still unsatisfactory. I reached under her sweater and toyed with a breast.

"June, let him suck on yours, I can't oblige him doing this," January told her sister.

June raised her sweater and drew me to her left tit, which I suckled while January hastened her stroking.

The twins had really pissed me off, and I was tempted to just walk away. But my dick wouldn't let me think twice about it. I resolved to try to angle my dick so that my ejaculate hit January in the face.

I didn't tell her when I was close. I did grunt, and a more experience girl might have picked up on it, but she didn't. But I wasn't going to get the angle required to do the job.

"Um, let June finish the job, okay?"

"Sure," January replied and gladly relinquished my throbbing dick to her sister's clammy hand. I drew January to me and kissed her so that she couldn't see what I was up to. She welcomed the kiss, and I took my cock away from June and finished myself off. 

But I made sure to direct the first two spurts at January's face. Actually, since I was kissing her I didn't aim at her face, but at her neck and ear. I also got a decent sized glob in her hair. 

And that glob went undetected by both girls as they "Eeeked" and shrieked disgustedly, putting plenty of distance between us.

I wiped myself off with a handkerchief, and tucked my dick away, got up and left the office with the door open, and rejoined the other dinner guests.

I was sitting next to my mother and David when the twins reappeared. The gobbets of cum remained in January's hair and I know I must have had an evil smile cross my face as they joined their mother across the table from me, not paying me the slightest attention.

Perhaps a minute passed before I saw their mother's eyes widen. She got up from the table, whispered something to January and hustled her into the powder room.

"Did you meet the twins, Aubrey?" My mother asked. "I did, Mom. They're a little young for me." "But they're only a year younger than you." "They're very immature, Mom, very immature."

My mother read my meaning and let it go. January and her mother returned to the table. January shot me a menacing look and my mother started putting some of the pieces of the puzzle together.

"Immature indeed, Aubrey," she said, but I detected a slight smile cross her face as she patted my hand and turned to David, all but ignoring me for the remainder of the evening. 

******************* I slept in late the next morning--as late as my body wanted, anyway. The bedside clock said it was not quite nine-thirty. Surely the time was wrong. I felt so refreshed it seemed impossible that the entire morning hadn't been lost to slumber.

I had escaped unscathed even after the twins' mother complained to my mom about my actions toward her, oh so chaste daughters.

"I saw the way they (the twins) went after you," Mom said, "That woman has no one to blame but herself ... and her daughters. But really, Aubrey, please be more selective. Pick a more mature female next time."

Strange, but welcome advice from a parent, I thought.

Stranger still was my encountering the blonde haired January just as I left my hotel room to have breakfast. She looked just a bit frazzled, and I thought I detected some dark marks under her eyes ... perhaps the poor thing hadn't gotten a good night's sleep ... well, too bad for her.

I sat down at a table next to her and to my surprise she asked me to join her. I did, but didn't say a word.

After a minute a waitress came by and I gave her my order and began drumming my fingers on the tablecloth. January's smile had receded, and now she was glowering at me.

"You've got some nerve," she said, which surprised me.

"What?"

"You know what!"

"I don't know ... now what is it?"

"You let me go back to my room with your ... your..."

She couldn't seem to bring herself to say "Your cum in my hair." So I let the words fall away.

"Well, it's good to know you're so perky in the mornings, January."

"Fuck you!" she spat out, and I could see she was getting ready to cry.

"I should tell your mother what you did to us last night," she said threateningly.

I smiled at her and replied, "Your mother beat you to it. My mother thinks you and your sister are whores; she as much as told your mother that."

January's face dropped. She forgot about crying, and glanced around looking for her sister June, but June was still putting on her face and wouldn't be joining her for another ten minutes.

"Do you still want me sitting with you?" I asked just to break the silence between us.

"You're really nasty, aren't you?" she said. It was a statement, not a question, so I didn't bother answering her.

"Not really, no. You knew your mother came over and complained about me, didn't you?" I said accusingly, and to my surprise, January smiled and admitted as much.

"So, you're not really pissed at me, are you?"

"No, I'm not."

"You left my neck and chest all marked up," I said, trying to sound bashful about it.

"Me?"

"Yes ... and June. I have hickies everywhere."

"Really?" The way she said it told me that she hadn't known about them.

"Remember all the kissing?"

"Oh, yeah," she said dreamily, and it occurred to me that she really wanted another session.

"What are you doing after breakfast?" I asked. "I'm supposed to go shopping with Mom and June." "Can you get out of it?" "Why?" I decided to be direct with her. "So we can have a really good fuck."

I had to give her credit, I thought that would shock her, or at least piss her off. But it didn't. I saw a flash of something cross her eyes, but I don't think it was anger.

"I'm not sure I can get away," she said, and my hopes crashed.

"But I'll try." My hopes and my dick soared.

The waitress came with our orders and we ate silently. Midway through the meal, June arrived and joined us, ignoring me as much as possible.

"We left marks all over him," January remarked as June's breakfast arrived.

"We did?" June said, suddenly interested in me again.

"He's not happy about it either," January added.

I wiped my mouth with my napkin and stood. "It's been a pleasure, ladies. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to my room to take care of something that's come up."

I left them, knowing that January and June for that matter, knew my room number and could show up or not.

Once in my room I stripped and lay down on the bed and dozed off. I awoke with a start and realized someone was pounding on the door. I leapt from the bed and cracked the door open. It was January.

I opened the door and she went straight to the neatly turned up bedspread and threw it and the blankets underneath to the foot of the bed, then turned to pull me down to sit beside her. I began a slow, unimpeded exploration of the beautifully blonde, removing her dress and undergarments without any objection on her part. 

January couldn't keep her hands off my chest or my dick, running them feveredly over both.

"You know, you have the nicest physique..." January cooed. "Me and June agree on that, for sure. All the boys at school are so skinny and all. But you're a real man!"

"They're boys and that's why we didn't fuck them. But you're big ... everywhere, and that makes a difference."

"Mmmm," I like that, January," I said as she teased my nipples.

"Oh ... there they are!" she squealed, touching one hickie after the other.

Wriggling away from her, I dropped to a knee and quickly untied her tennis shoes, removed them and her socks. She and I were now completely nude. I reached for the rubbers on the bureau and took one, broke the seal with my teeth and put it on. "I can't suck you with THAT on!" she complained. "And anyway, I'm on the pill!"

"We're going to fuck," I said bluntly. "I'm not gonna risk knocking you up. Kiss your cherry goodbye!"

Her brow crinkled for a moment, her eyes widened, and her mouth opened. A soft "OH!" emerged. Easier said than done, I found. January took me in her mouth anyway and began an earnest blowjob.

I let her go at it for a couple minutes and then decided to forge ahead. I began to finger her. She responded by humping her pubis back at me, while making funny little "OH!" sounds. She was wet and ready. But not where I wanted her. This was her first time and I wanted her to remember it as one of her best times. I knew she'd remember the first time, but I wanted her to savor it.

Leaning up I captured her left nipple, and gently bit it, then beat it up with my tongue. Between my teeth and finger, she was getting a workout she hadn't anticipated.

"Do it!" January moaned, "Just ... for Christ's sake, do it!"

"Okay," I said and rolled onto my back, my dick pointing at the ceiling. "I don't want to hurt you any more than necessary. Get on top and I'll put it in, but you determine how much ... how far."




Handsome Ch. 25



January rolled onto my midsection, and managed to get her quivering legs under her. She lay almost flat against my chest while I directed my throbbing prick into the sopping entrance of her cunt.

I rubbed it up and down between her lips to cover the tip of the rubber with her juice, and driving her crazy with desire. Hunching back, she pushed the ring of muscle at her entrance over the engorged head of my dick and I was in.

Both of us paused momentarily to revel at the sensations. Then she slowly shifted into an upright position, the change in angle helped drive me easily into her silken channel. January held that position for a moment, allowing herself to become used to the spike of flesh that promised to fill her, nerving herself for that final, irrevocable step. Then she looked into my eyes, smiled, and lowered herself onto my belly. The hymen proved to be a non-issue. Either she'd ruptured it elsewhere, or it snapped without a whimper.

Then January's weight drove my prick into new territory, deeper and deeper, until our pubic bones were pressed against one another.

January gave a little gasp, then sat there, slowly grinding herself against me, allowing the walls of her vagina to get used to the welcome intruder while extracting flashes of pleasure from the abuse of her clitoris.

I allowed her to do the work. Soon she started to move upward, almost emptying her cunt of my cock, but not quite. Just before I took remedial action, January reversed direction, re-impaling herself, and providing the both of us with another explosion of sensation. Only this time, she picked up speed until we were moving with a steady rhythm, for I was waiting for some signal from her that I could begin thrusting too. I reached up and gave each nipple a tug, and was rewarded with a brilliant smile.

"This ... is better than I thought it would be," she croaked, breathing harshly through her nose. I went to jackhammer mode.

"Oh, God!" she announced, the litany quickly running up the scale, repeated with each stroke, "Oh, God, much better! Oh, God Oh, God Oh, God ... Ohhhh, God!"

January's orgasm went from impending to actual with that wail, and then she stopped dead, muscles locked, and began to quiver, while a massive series of fluttering pulsations erupted in her cunt. 

However, I didn't stop. My continued thrusts allowed her to spiral upward into a tornado of sensations. For more than 30 seconds, her climax caused her cunt to grasp my dick tighter and tighter, until I could no longer ignore my own orgasm.

With one last pounding thrust, I buried myself in her and erupted in a torrential cascade of semen, mixing with her free flowing secretions and soaking both of us at the crotch.

Senseless, January collapsed onto my chest. I finished ejaculating and wrapped my arms around her. I thought I was too exhausted to move. We were both flushed and panting heavily.

"So," I said how did you like it?"

"Geez, I think I died and went to Heaven ... twice!" she replied.

We better get dressed and out of here. Someone's bound to see us," I told her. She needed no further prompting from me, and got dressed faster than I did. We left my room and went off in different directions.

I saw her and her sister about twenty minutes later. She must have told June what had happened, for June's facial expression was one of astonished surprise. I could make out what her lips were saying: "That good?" and went about picking up my tux for the wedding and reception later that afternoon. The following evening I was back home. I never saw the twins again.

I returned home from Cincinnati and was just in time for the start of football practice. 

Whew! Two a day practices took a toll on all of us. We had Wednesday off, but I was determined to be in top shape and went jogging in the park around two in the afternoon, wanting to do at least five miles before calling it quits and perhaps going for a swim at Haley's pool.

After about three miles I rounded a turn and saw a stunning redhead about fifty yards ahead of me. I watched her ass bounce enticingly for a few yards and accelerated, hoping to catch up and hopefully jog along with her.

But it wasn't to be. The redhead reached a seldom used parking area and left the trail and was slipping into a Volvo when I passed by. 

Disgruntled, I slowed up and in doing so, noticed an almost hidden pathway, certainly not for joggers, but perhaps for hikers wanting a more difficult route, and on a whim I took the path, having to slow from a jog to a walk to navigate the path. 

Perhaps two hundred yards in the path disappeared. Disgusted with myself, I started to turn back, but stopped and stood still after hearing something in the brush off to my right.

I stopped and listened, and heard a faint sound not unlike a whimper. I peered into the brush but didn't see anything. I took several steps in that direction and the sound grew louder. 

Curious, I carefully pushed aside some branches and moved as quietly as I could. Eventually the dense undergrowth thinned, and there, in a small clearing was the source of the mysterious sounds.

It was couple of teens, both half naked on the grass near the edge of the clearing. She was wearing what was left of her private school uniform, lying on the grass on her back with her knees bent and her legs spread wide, her white panties bunched lewdly around one slim ankle. He was between the girl's open thighs, pants pulled down to his knees, fucking her plump, sparsely-haired cunt with all his might.

I was reminded of my first time with Karen, and fleetingly wondered how she was doing. Neither one was from my high school and I guessed this was their first time together.

She had her eyes closed, and was humping furiously to ensure that his cock got as deep as it possibly could. Her moans told me she was thoroughly enjoying the fuck, and his jack-hammering pace told me he was about to cum.

I knelt down and got a better view of her cunt as his cock backed out of her. Her labia clasped him like a small, puckered mouth. I had the mother of all erections watching them.

Jesus, she must be tight! I thought, as I gripped my dick and squeezed it to relieve the building pressure. I managed to take my eyes off her cunt and saw that her white blouse was half open and that one tit was poking out. I was impressed with the size of it, having thought she'd be small breasted. It was conical in shape, with a strawberry tipped bud at the end that was begging to be sucked.

I had my fly open and was reaching in to pull out my boner when the boy shuddered and came. Moments later he pulled out his rapidly deflating cock, and rolled off her; the look on the girl's face told me she hadn't cum yet, and by the way she scowled at the boy, she was definitely not pleased about the situation. 

She said something to him and he replied with an angry, embarrassed snarl. I couldn't understand what was being said, but it was unquestionably an argument.

Suddenly, he stood up and pulled up his pants. The girl hadn't moved since he'd rolled off her. Her legs were still spread wide apart and I feasted on her ripe cunt; the labia were puffy and slightly parted with a little bit of his semen trickling from her narrow slit.

I wanted her. I was prepared to do anything to have her. And after a moment's hesitation, I pushed through the thin cover of bushes through which I had been spying on the pair, and stepped into the clearing. He heard me and looked up first; and seeing me heading towards him, took off in the opposite direction.

The girl didn't see or hear me approach because she had her arm across her face and she was crying. Her slender legs were still wide apart, and her little tit still poked provocatively through the front of her open blouse. As I got closer, I could see that her cunt wasn't as hairless as I'd first thought. It was covered with a light down of pale brown fuzz, almost invisible until you got close enough to see it.

I stood above her, taking in her beauty. She still hadn't noticed me. An occasional sob wracked her body, but for the most part she had stopped crying. As I stood there, she dropped her hand to her pussy, slipped her middle finger inside the swollen cunt and rubbed busily at her neglected honey pot. 

Staring at her slick fingers working away, I almost felt sorry for her. I realized how vulnerable she was ... how much she wanted to be filled; how badly she wanted fulfillment.

I cleared my throat to get her attention. Lost in a hazy cloud of self-gratification, she must have thought it was her boyfriend, because her finger remained deeply imbedded in her cunt as she took her hand from her face and looked up. 

When she saw me a terrified look crossed her face and she looked around for her boyfriend. Not seeing him she tried to cover both her cunt and breasts from my eyes.

"What the hell were you two doing?" I barked.

Cowering with fear, she attempted to get to her feet but slipped and lay sprawled on the ground, with both tits fully exposed in the half opened blouse.

She began to cry ... usually a girl's best defense. But I was in heat myself, and not having any of it.

"Answer me!" I demanded, making her tremble under my gaze.

"N ... nothing!" she sobbed, looking up at me with big innocent little girl eyes.

"Don't tell me you were doing nothing! I saw you with him ... You two were fucking, weren't you?"

"P ... please, mister, I don't ... you're not gonna tell anybody, are you?"

I didn't answer her.

"I ... I mean ... My father will kill me!"

"How old are you?" I said trying to make my voice calmer, not menacing; I wanted to sooth her and keep her from bolting. I had already committed myself to letting her go if she chose to bolt. Otherwise I would be the aggressor ... the rapist, if push came to shove.

"E ... eighteen ..."

"That makes you legal, why the hell are you terrified of your father finding out?"

"He ... he insists that I be a virgin until my wedding day!"

"Are you really eighteen?"

A furrow of confusion crossed her brow. "Yeah ... we were celebrating my ... my birthday. It was yesterday."

"Happy Birthday," I said as my cock twitched in my jogging shorts.

"How long has that guy ... um, what's his name?"

"Joey", she answered. "His name's Joey."

"Right ... How long has this Joey been fucking you?"

She didn't answer. She hung her head, ashamed to tell such an intimate detail to a stranger.

"Look at me!" I snarled. And when her eyes met mine I repeated the question.

"This was ... the first ... the first time, honest!"

"Where's the blood?" I asked wondering at how cold hearted I must sound to her.

"What?" I had startled her. she had forgotten that detail and quickly examined herself. "I ... don't ... maybe because i do a lot of riding ... I'm not sure." she hung her head embarrassed.

Jesus, no wonder she looked so damn tight. I thought.

"What's your name?"

"Oona." She sobbed. "It's Dutch," she added.

"Oona what?" I growled.

"Oona Johnson"

"Johnson ... Johnson..." I murmured, pretending to recognize the name. "I think I know your father."

"You know him?" she gasped, her eyes as big as plates. "Oh, sweet Jesus, don't tell him about this, please? Please don't!"

I sat down close beside Oona, and put an arm around her shoulders. I put my other hand on her knee in a fatherly manner, careful not to alarm her. Her smooth, flesh was incredibly firm, and almost feverish to the touch; hot and damp with the sweat of her recent love-making.

"I won't tell a soul, Oona ... as long as you don't," I smiled and began to slowly part her thighs.

"Huh?" she said and sobbed in surprise at my action.

I extracted my boner from my shorts and placed her hand on it. Oona instinctively gripped it, and gasped with a mixture of surprise and excitement. She looked at it with sparkling eyes, mesmerized by the sheer size of it. I knew I was significantly larger than her boyfriend.

Suddenly she realized what she was doing. "No, we ... we shouldn't!" she exclaimed. I noticed that although her voice protested, her hand never left my cock.

"Call me Bree, honey!" I replied, sliding my hand up between her creamy young thighs. "Of course we should, baby. I can tell you want it as much as I do. You want me to finish what Joey started, now, don't you?"

I felt her shiver at my words; saw her slowly nod her head. That told me she was agreeable and I kissed her softly, parting her lips with my tongue. She went dizzy from the kiss and anticipation of what would follow.

Oona's mouth opened wide in response and my hand told me her thighs were opening up for further exploration.

While we kissed my other hand cupped a breast and she moaned into my mouth.

"Would you like me to suck each of them?" I asked.

"Oh, yes!"

I worked each breast in turn, leaving her gasping for breath. I hadn't neglected her cunt either, for while nipping at her chest, my finger stabbed at her very wet cunny repeatedly until she was humping my hand in sharp counterpoint to my jabs.

I noticed the fine grade of fuzz on her pussy as I continued stimulating her.

I let her tit drop away from my mouth. "You like that, don't you, Oona?" I said, pushing my finger further into her tight pussy. 

"Answer me, Oona, tell me how much you like my finger in your hot little cunt!"

Oona looked up at me, her wide brown eyes deep pools of adolescent lust. She didn't care that she didn't know me, all that mattered right now was the pleasure my finger was generating in her extremely aroused pussy.

"Oh, Bree," she panted, "It ... it feels good ... so good! Can you ... put it in deeper?"

Bending her dimpled knees, she spread her thighs to make access easier for me. I began to move my finger in and out of her tight, warm snatch, still unable to penetrate further than the second knuckle.

"God, you're fuckin' tight, Oona! I can't wait to get my cock in there!"

"Will it fit? I mean ... I want it, but it's so big."

"It will fit, when you're ready. And I'll make you ready, baby, I promise!"

I decided to go down on her. I didn't care that whatshisname had left his load in her pussy. It didn't bother the girls when we fooled around, so why should it bother me?

She hadn't expected me to eat her out and was all for it.

"Done this before, have you?" I asked.

"No..."

"Yes you have. It was with a girl wasn't it?"

"Who told you?"

"Maybe I saw the two of you doing it," I said teasingly.

"No way, we were in my room .... Oh! You fooled me!" she yelped, realizing that I had indeed tricked her, and then followed with a laughing giggle. "You know how to trick a girl."

"Better than that, I know how to please a girl," and I went at her, licking and tonguing her until she was shuddering with pleasure. Then I moved on her clit and she went crazy for a minute or so, before pleading for me to stop.

I stopped ... for ten seconds and started again. So did Oona.

"God! I ... I've never..."

"It gets better," I said, and swallowed her juices and some of Joey's sperm.

"It does?" "Oh, yeah ... much better." "Wow!"

Some girls might have said it couldn't, but Oona was a beginner. I knew she'd now except anything I told her. I could have put it up her ass and she'd have let me without any protest, but I knew her pussy would be a pretty tight fit and in my state of heat that would be enough for me.

"I don't have a rubber, but I won't cum in you," I whispered.

"Huh?" Oona was evidently lacking in Sex-Ed courses.

"Joey left some semen in you, when you get home you be sure to douche and douche good."

"Oh?"

"Now I'm gonna fuck you properly. Spread those lovely legs a little wider for me."

"Okay."

I knelt between her legs, grasped her thighs, as Oona watched with interest.

"It's awfully big. Are you sure..."

Her conical breasts stood high the twin peaks pointing straight up, their whiteness almost translucent in the filtered sunlight. Her crinkly little nipples were baby-pink, the prettiest I'd ever seen.

I told her so and she beamed at me. "You mean it?" "Of course I mean it." I caressed them, and she loved it, even said I as she pressed them into my hands. I saw her biting her lips as I plucked each nipple in turn.

"I never knew..." She began, and then went silent as I bit down on one succulent bud and sent a finger into her pussy.

She began to moan, "Suck 'em! Oh, suck my titties! Ohhh, Jesus, lick 'em, please!"

I wrapped my lips around the other nipple and sucked it into a full, throbbing erection that had Oona writhing in ecstasy.

"Oh, Oh, I can't stand it!" she whimpered. "Your mouth feels sooo good!"

"How about my finger?"

"That too! I feel wonderful!" And Oona showed me by wriggling her taut little ass on the ground. "Are you gonna fuck me now?"

I wanted to keep fooling around with her, but realized I had better fuck her before Joey returned with an Army to rescue his girlfriend from the "fiend in the park."

I looked down at her with pure lust blazing in my eyes. Oona was perfect ... pretty ... well proportioned, and above all, extremely willing.

I worked my hand firmly up and down over my dick, and absorbed her creamy, delectable body spread-eagled before me. Her eyes were wide open and staring at my boner, probably wondering how it was going to fit; how it was going to feel; and when the hell I was going to start.

"Don't worry, Oona, once it's in your gonna love every inch of it!"

"You sure it will fit?" There was a great deal of doubt in her tone.

"Baby, it will fit. That's the same hole your babies will come out of. Don't worry. It will stretch, and you'll love it."

But to placate her, I ran a hand over her dampened pussy and crooned, "We don't have to fuck if you don't want to, Oona."

"We don't?" Oona said with surprise.

"No we don't. I assured her. "But you liked it when I sucked your tits, right?"

She nodded her head.

"And you liked it when I licked your pussy, right?"

She nodded her head even more vigorously. "So why do you think you won't like my dick in your twat?"

"I dunno."

I occurred to me that I might be better off letting her blow me. Joey had already fucked her. I could get her off with my mouth and let her leave the park well satisfied. I'm glad I did, because little Joey had gone straight to her house and told her father that I was raping her in the park.

"Sit up, baby!" I said.

Oona did as she was told. I knelt in front of her, and guided the tip of my cock to her small, pink mouth. She seemed hypnotized by the sight of it so close to her. 

I pulled Oona closer, stroking her hair and petting her shoulders. She knew exactly what I wanted. I suspected she and Joey had done it a few times, and there was always the possibility she'd done it with some other guys.

"Suck it, honey!" I crooned in her ear.

Oona need no further encouragement. Her tongue flicked out and licked the head.

"Mmmm, feels so smooth! Like silk." She gulped and opened her mouth as wide as she could and took several inches into her mouth, swirled her tongue over the crown, and made a little humming sound.

Her long brown hair fell seductively over her little pointed tits as my hand found the back of her head and applied a light pressure that had her absorbing a little more of my meat in her hot, moist mouth.

She wanted to do it, I was sure of the. She was cupping my balls and tickling them when she removed me from her mouth and spit on the head before taking it back into her mouth.

"You know how to suck cock, Oona," I said, wanting to reassure her.

Taking me out again, she replied, "I like sucking your cock, but please don't ram it down my throat."

"I won't. You're doing fine as it is."

She nodded, and began sucking earnestly. Oona had about half my dick it her mouth when she found my asshole and tickled it, making me groan.




Handsome Ch. 25



I retaliated by sending my middle finger into her steaming twat. She went rigid at first, and then relaxed as I continued pumping it into her. Her cunt was creamy with her boyfriend's jizm and her gooey juices. I added a second finger then began to finger her hard.

"Mmmm!" she moaned, and her small cheeks hollowed and swelled as she replied by sucking voraciously. She took a deep breath and her nostrils flared. She had to smell us ... us being the pungent aroma of our sexual fluids seeping forth.

"Oona, baby ... suck it!" I gasped. I was close to coming.

She mumbled an unintelligible reply as her pretty little mouth bobbed back and forth on my throbbing dick. She let my balls drop from her hand and sent it to her clit, rubbing it furiously while I finger-fucked her.

"I can't wait to fuck you!" I moaned and to this day don't know if I meant it or not.

I was closer, and couldn't take my eyes off her angelic face, with the left cheek bulging out from the force of my jabbing cock.

I tried to think of other things, but couldn't. I fingered her even harder and felt her starting to cum.

Suddenly wave after wave of pleasure shuddered through my loins. I emptied my swollen balls into Oona's vacuuming mouth.

I think that the first contact of my sperm against the roof of her mouth triggered Oona's orgasm. Her hips leapt off the ground repeatedly; her eyes rolled back in her head. I kept frigging her, and her hand remained on her clit, although I couldn't tell if she was rubbing it.

Finally she fell back, legs asunder, and my cock popped free of her mouth. A long string of jizm hung from her open mouth like the drool of an idiot.

But there was also a smile, a very satisfied smile on her face.

"Wow!" she said, so low that I almost didn't hear her.

"Good, huh?"

"Ohhh, yeah ... it was good all right. We gonna fuck now? I know it will fit. I'll make it fit."

"Sweetie, I'm fucked out for now. Why don't we meet here ... No, why don't you wait on the bench for me tomorrow?" I glanced at my watch. "It's almost three, so say ... two-thirty?"

"Oh, sure ... two-thirty? I'll be there. Will you fuck me a couple of times?"

"As many as you want. You'll be sore, but you'll be well fucked."

Oona laughed lewdly and kissed my dick.

"I liked blowing you. You're cum has a sweet taste. I swallowed most of it."

"I know. That was a special treat for me." Yeah?"

"Yeah. Most girls won't swallow. Did you know that?"

"No. My girlfriend's talk a lot about that, but I think that they haven't sucked many cocks, you know?"

"We better get dressed. You go that way," I said point back at the main pathway some thirty yards away. "I'll go the way Joey did," knowing it led to the street and would have me halfway home before Oona reached the street.

I kissed her softly and had her moaning for more, before pushing her away and getting dressed.

I never saw her or Joey again. And I never jogged in that section of town again, preferring to travel to the other side of town and using the running path in the more dangerous section of town to risk running into either of them again. 



Handsome Ch. 26



Chapter 26

Football Practice and More

My school looked the same as always when I returned to classes. The students were the same ... I guess they would always be the same. Marty Drover was his unsubtle self, greeting me with, "Hey, Bree, bang any hot chicks at the wedding? I'll bet you scored big time with all them horny bridesmaids."

I just shook my head and looked down at my sneakers.

"Sure you did! You're the big stud around here, only you don't kiss and tell. Well, welcome back, but stay the fuck away from Sheila, now, she's my girl."

"No problemo, Marty," I said with a grin and left him standing there, uncertain now about his goading me and whether it might backfire on him.

Sheila was a hot enough girl, but I didn't chase the ones that were attached ... well not unless they came after me hard, and more than a few had.

A couple of girls sauntered past. I recognized one from a party I'd gone to before heading to my aunt's wedding in Cincinnati, and smiled.

"Hi Bree, that was a great party, wasn't it?" she said with a come on smile.

I nodded. "I had fun," I told her, trying to recall her name.

"Kelly, here didn't go," she said, motioning at her slightly taller, small chested friend.

Kelly grimaced. "I'm not into parties," she said, "and you know it Vangie.

"Her parents won't let her," Vangie said brutally, obviously wanting to hurt her friend.

I smiled, and nodded understandingly. "I'll tell you, Kelly, parties aren't for everyone. Besides, there are good parties and bad parties. I know everyone gets excited at hearing a party is gonna be held somewhere, like on a Friday night. But it's really the anticipation about who's going to be there, and what's gonna happen when so and so sees so and so with their boyfriend, or girlfriend. Most parties fail to carry the thrill of partying off. Know what I mean?"

Kelly gave me a smile that promised a reward sometime in the future and I filed it away. I also decided that I had no reason to like Vangie and I let her see it, by cutting her off in mid-sentence to say that I had to be on my way, I was late for class, when we all knew I had at least five minutes before the bell rang. 

I headed in the opposite direction as the girls and turning a corner almost bumped into my girlfriend, Hayley.

"Hey, Lover," I said.

She grinned. "I like it when you call me that," she said. "But not in front of anyone. I don't want everyone to know."

"I called you last night when I got back in town. You didn't answer."

She gave me her lewdest smile and said, "I'm a working girl."

"Are you now?" I said with a short laugh.

Whispering, she added, "My house after practice. I've got some money and a surprise for you."

"Money?"

"Shhh! we don't want anyone to know about it."

"Okay, but I'm gonna be tired, Coach is running us ragged."

"Save some energy, it will make you even more money." And with a secret mischievous grin, Hayley spun away and walked off leaving me wondering what the hell was going on. But money ... money I could always use.

The first week of practice had sucked. Two-a-days, I mean we practiced twice a day under the hot August sun. It was grueling and a royal pain in the ass as far as any social life was concerned. I had no doubt but that I'd be starting. I was the only thrower with game experience. I had worked out with the coaching staff before going to the wedding and before the actual practices began, but truth be told, I felt pretty much like a flat tire going in.

I was out of shape, having spent the summer fucking around, and I mean that both literally and figuratively.

I was practicing taking snaps from our new center, J. P. Pacillo. Off to my left I heard the coach holler, "You ain't hurt 'less I say you're hurt!" and saw Johnny Demastri, our cornerback lying on the ground holding his right knee. Then Coach Spagnitello threw his clipboard to the ground and yelled "Water Break," loud enough for everyone on the field to hear.

No one needed to be told twice. I set off for the bleachers where the team manager, Bert Tilstrom, was hovering over the water coolers ready to dispense the liquid gold to the players trotting toward him.

I got in line behind Tucker Ferguson, our middle linebacker and Tim Battle, the outside linebacker, whose jerseys were dark with sweat. Battle, a tall lanky black kid, snickered at me and said, "You're throwin' a bit high today. Kinda like the playoff game last year. They gonna be picking you off a lot you don't show more accuracy."

I nodded my head. He was right, my throws had mostly been a little high and off the mark. A defensive back or safety would find me easy picking if I didn't lower my throws and put the ball a lot closer to my receiver's hands. 

"I'm workin' on it, Tim," I replied. He nodded in understanding. We had another full week of practice before our first game. But that game was against a major rival, and one of the strongest teams in our conference. So we all knew that I had better be prepared.

As I approached the water coolers, I undid my chinstrap, but left my helmet on. As I accepted a large cup of water from Bert Tilstrom, Coach Spagnitello sidled up beside me and croaked, "Morgenthall, you're not focused, is something wrong?"

"I don't know, Coach. "Maybe you could have someone look at my throwing motion. I know I'm off, a bit high on most passes, but I can't figure out why."

"I'll have Smitty take a good look at you. He can usually spot what's wrong." Smitty was our scout coach, that is, he usually scouted the team we were to play next. He wouldn't be doing that until the following week, and so he was hanging with us.

"Thanks Coach, I appreciate it," I said, and accepted a cup of water from Tilstrom and drank it off without putting the cup down. Some water dripped down my chin and onto my jersey, but I didn't care. I adjusted my chin strap, and followed the other players as they straggled back onto the practice field.

I thought about Hayley for a moment, and what type surprise she had in store for me later. And then we were going at it again.

Things work in strange ways: I hit my next three passes. Put the ball right into Maynard's hands on the first one, good for about twenty-three yards. I followed that with a zinger to my tight end, Fred Sanders had no trouble with as he cut across the middle; another eight yards.

We ran two plays after that and then I went deep, to Mayfield again and he took it going at top speed ... touchdown!

But that was the end of my accuracy for the day. I didn't connect on the next seven passes. I wasn't even close on five of them. Two interceptions and five overthrows ... so bad that the defenders couldn't reach them either.

I came off the field in a pissed off mood. I couldn't figure out what the hell was wrong. As I sipped from a cool cup of water, Smitty approached me, and said, "Bree, I think maybe you're not squaring up with your receiver as you throw. I might be wrong, but that's what it looked like on a couple of those last throws." "But not all?" I said.

"No, not all of them," Smitty replied. "So that may not be the problem. Wanna try squaring the shoulders on a couple throws ... see what happens?"

We called Mayfield over, and had him run a couple short patterns, one where he cut right, and one where he cut left. I hit him in the hands on the first throw, but was high left on the second run.

"That might be it!" Smitty hollered from a few feet away.

"What?" I asked, turning toward him.

"You squared up the first time, but didn't the second. If Curtis isn't too winded I'd like to see you throw him two more."

"You up for a couple more throws, Curtis?" I asked.

He answered with his usual grin and lined up. I took two snaps, concentrating on my throwing position, and hit him in the hands both times. Maybe Smithy was on to something.

"Last one was like slow motion, baby," Curtis told me, as he trotted back to where I stood with Smitty.

"Laser-like slow-mo," he said, emphasizing his statement. I knew then that squaring up was the answer to my erratic slinging, and loped back to the sidelines to await the next series of plays the coach wanted us to run.

Hayley showed up near the end of practice, and sat down at one end of the bleachers, on the bottom row. She wore a skirt slit up the middle, and when she crossed her legs almost every player on the field paused to watch.

"Concentration is paramount..." Coach Spagnitello was saying, while Hayley raised her arms to pull her hair up away from her neck.

I took the snap from J. P. and threw a sharp pass to Fred Sanders, my tight end, and hit him right in the face mask, snapping his head back before to dropped like a stone to the turf. Apparently, he had been following Hayley's actions, not mine.

I turned to glance in her direction while the coaches moved toward Sanders who lay on the ground holding his head in his hands. Hayley was fanning herself, her skintight sleeveless top helping her to flaunt those gravity-defying breasts of hers.

"God-dammit!" Spagnitello screamed, "I just finished telling you to keep your head in the game!"

"But he did, Coach," Battle said, ever the funnyman, " ... he used it to catch the pass."

My guess is that because everyone laughed at his remark, the coach didn't kill Tim on the spot.

"Ten laps, when you can stand, Sanders!" Coach roared, and followed with, "Anyone not concentrating can leave right now ... are we clear? We're playing football, not looking at the pretty girls ... right?"

That got a "Yes, coach," from about fifteen players standing around in a sort of circle. They seemed to sneak one last look at Hayley and trudged back into position for the next snap. 

I did the same just as Hayley recrossed her legs, letting both sides of the slit fall away.

I smiled to myself and whispered to J. P. "On three, baby ... on three."

We ran the plays to Coach's satisfaction after that, and when practice ended, I moseyed over to Hayley who stood up and gave me her best winning smile.

"Watching us practice long?" I asked, knowing my face was streaked with sweat and grime.

"Not really," she replied, waving to J. P. and Bam-Bam Eddie Norton who had walked part way with me before heading to the showers. "My God, you smell to high heaven!"

I laughed. "You've smelled worse."

"Don't be nasty, Bree."

"Sorry, Hayley, let me take a shower, and you can tell me about that surprise you mentioned."

"Okay, but please hurry, we need some time together."

After I'd showered, Tucker Ferguson asked me if I wanted to go grab a burger or something.

"Can't Tuck," I said, "Got a date with Hayley. You wouldn't want me to be late for that would ya?"

He grinned at me and said, "Don't screw her more than twice, we got us a scrimmage tomorrow, you know."

I laughed and waved at him as he jumped in his Ford pickup and roared off in quest of his burger. I called Hayley to let her know I was on my way. 

She laughed and asked me to make a stop enroute, at a costume shop off Main on Elm Street. When I walked into the shop the woman behind the counter smiled at me and asked if I were there to pick up the blue box. Hayley had mentioned a blue box, but it had slipped my mind, and I nodded to the woman.

"Let's get your measurements then," she said, and guessed correctly on my except for my waist, which was smaller than she'd expected.

"I'll be right back," she said, and went into the back only to return several minutes later with a white box, which she handed to me.

"Thought it was a blue box," I said, a little puzzled.

"That was just to identify you as the person who was to be fitted for this ... um, costume."

"Oh, right, then. Thank you ... Oh, are there any charges?"

"No, everything is paid for. Just get it back by noon tomorrow, or there will be an additional charge." I got back into my car and headed to Hayley's, not giving the box any further thought. Hayley sometimes liked to play out a fantasy and that was usually fine with me. She had a great imagination, far better than mine, as I tended to more practical things anyway.

Hayley greeted me at the door, took the box from me and ushered me into the living room and left me there while she took the box into what I knew to be her father's office, or study.

When she returned, she handed me a thick roll of hundred dollar bills.

"What the hell? Hayley ... what's this?"

Beaming at me, Hayley replied, "I sold the two movies we made ... remember, before you left for the wedding I was editing them?"

"I recall you mentioning that you were going to do something with them ... shorten them or something."

"Well, I edited them. Then I made a couple phone calls to some, um, buyers ... you know, the people who market the X-rated stuff."

"You got..." I riffled through the roll of hundreds and guessed at the amount. " ... Five thousand bucks?"

"Seven thousand, five hundred, to be exact."

"You got that much for those movies we made?" "Actually that's only your share. The other girls got something ... much less than you. And I of course, took something for myself."

I realized then that the "something" Hayley had taken was far more than I'd received. But I didn't mention it.

"But to the matter at hand. Bree, darling, I placed an ad in Screw magazine, looking to find someone who wanted to fill a fantasy ... you know, that kind of thing."

"And..."

"I found Claire."

"You found Claire?"

"Yes, and she'll be here in about fifteen minutes. It seems she went to one of those men things where the guys dance around nude, or almost nude, while the women get drunk, and then fondle them, or worse."

"You want me to be her fantasy," I said.

Hayley kissed me, and said, "You are so perceptive, Bree!"

"And that's what's in the package; a costume you want me to wear?"

"Exactly!"

"What is it I'm to do?" I asked as I put the roll of hundreds into my pants pocket.

"You're a good dancer. Put the costume on ... it tears away, by the way. Enter the room doing one of those leaps you did back when you were in the ballet."

"It's been a while since I..."

"No matter, any old leap will do. Then go to a knee in front of her. I'll do the talking ... it will serve as the voice introducing the scene to the audience. Oh, and by the way, your screen name is Johnny Handsome."

"Johnny Handsome?"

"It's what I used on the films we sold. They love you, and wanted more of the same; which brings us to Mrs. Teannel, um, Claire. She's actually not bad looking. A little mousy, perhaps, but she's got a decent body, and wants to get laid bad. Very bad, I might add."

Hayley glanced at her wrist watch. "Seven minutes! She's a precise person. She'll be right on time. As I was saying, you drop to one knee and ask her if you're what she expected. She'll say, "Yes." Then you pull her to her feet and dance a few steps of the tango with her. 

I'll cue the music for you. I'll ask her some leading questions and then you fuck the shit out of her. Anything she wants. It will make us about fifty thousand, I'm almost positive."

"Fifty thousand? What will we do with that kind of money?"

"Don't worry; I'll work it out for both of us," Hayley said, and patting my rear, told me to go into the next room and put the uniform on, then wait until she came to bring me in. ________________________________________

I was finished dressing for my role and opened the door a crack to watch as "Claire" arrived. Hayley complemented Claire on her attire ... an emerald green summer dress, and deflected Claire's comment about her seeming a bit young to be in the "Surprise" business, by saying she looked a lot younger than she was, and wasn't that a wonderful thing?

Claire nodded, and said that she'd met this lovely man at a club thing ... had waited for him outside after the show, only to see him go off with another woman. It had broken her heart, that's why she had replied to Hayley's ad in that magazine.

"Yes, yes," Hayley said, "This will be like a birthday treat for you.

"Oh, I do hope so. My husband forgot it completely, you know?" A sad expression crossed her face, and then she smiled, "The guy at the club ... he looked just like Richard Gere in An Officer and a Gentleman. Did you see it?"

"Yes, I have. It's a very romantic movie."

"Oh, my yes..."

"I didn't actually see your ad, you know," Claire said. "My girlfriend, Matty did. She was with me at the club. She got to fondle his privates ... I wanted to ... I wanted to do a lot more than that, but didn't."

"Why not?" Hayley asked.

"Some trashy blonde knelt down and took his cock into her mouth ... I couldn't compete with that." "You don't do oral?"

"Oh, I do oral ... I just couldn't bring myself to pry him out of her mouth and put him into mine."

"Why don't we go into the room over there, and I'll get your surprise ready?"

"Sure ... okay," Claire said, and followed Hayley into the study/office with the large desk and leather couch.

Claire glanced around at the lighting apparatus already in place and looked a little nervous, until Hayley reminded her that she would be filming the birthday present and that Claire would be taking a copy home with her.

That seemed to delight Claire, and she sat, legs akimbo on the leather couch fussing with her hair and hands as she waited for whatever was to happen next.

"You know..." Claire said and hesitated. "I know that whoever you got me it won't be the same as the guy in the club."

"It might be better, Claire," Hayley suggested.

"No, I don't think it's possible."

"Well let me get started," Hayley said, and she pretended to start the camera which was already rolling as were the other three cameras hidden at various points in the room. She blindfolded the suddenly befuddled Claire, and went to get me.

"Now, Claire, here's your birthday present ... the one your mean old husband forgot, and the one you can't get out of your head."

She removed the blindfold, and I leapt into the room, using a ballet move from the Nutcracker; and while I was a bit rusty, it went well enough. At least I didn't fall on my ass as I had when I took a practice jump after donning the officer's white uniform.

"Oh, my God!" Claire exclaimed, as her hands covered her eyes and then dropped to her lap. "I don't believe it! It can be! It's him!"

Neither Hayley nor I argued the point, and as Claire fidgeted about on the couch, I moved closer and asked her if she wanted to see more.

"Yes! Oh, Yes!" she crowed, and her hands went to my hips and squeezed.

I tore the top off with a flourish and stood before her, bare-chested.

I heard her draw in her breath, and pulled her to her feet. "Kiss me, Claire!" I said.

We kissed, her mouth opened, allowing my tongue to wander anywhere it wanted to while her hands caressed my chest and nipples.

I ended the kiss, leaving her sucking at the air where my mouth had been. She was definitely delirious already. I couldn't recall meeting a hornier woman. Hayley started a tango playing on the stereo and I took the startled Claire in my arms and began to dance with her.

First off, Claire had no idea how to tango, and I wound up dragging her limpish body over the floor. Rather than embarrass her further, I led her to the couch and sat her down. "Look at me, Claire," I said admonishing her as if she were a child.

She did. Her eyes like those of a doe in the headlights of an oncoming car. I tore off my pants and tossed them aside and sat down on the couch and pulled Claire to me and kissed her again.

"Try his cock," Hayley suggested, and Claire reached for me, found it and began slowly jerking me off. It was pleasant enough and I kissed her again.

"You can suck it if you want," Hayley said, and galvanized Claire into motion again. She kissed the head of my dick and began to giggle, then cupping my balls with one hand she took me into her mouth and gave me a little suck.




Handsome Ch. 26



To my surprise, the both of us wound up lying on the couch with Claire jerking me off. She seemed completely satisfied with it, and I left her alone.

Hayley sounded a little miffed when she began urging Claire on, telling her once again that, "You can suck it if you like, Claire."

She took the hint, and went down on me, humming happily.

"Happy Birthday, Claire," I said, and she instantly became more galvanized in her cocksucking, going deeper than I had thought her capable of doing.

Hayley moved around the room, taking different shots of us, until she thought to suggest to Claire that she might want to rid herself of her dress.

"Oh ... I should, shouldn't I?" Claire said, and I wondered if she'd ever had an original thought. Of course she had, I realized, she wanted me, hadn't she?

She pulled the green dress over her head and I saw that she wasn't wearing a bra. She had smallish tits, with spiked nipples that looked very tempting to me.

"Would you like Johnny to suck them a little?" Hayley inquired.

Claire tendered them to me without replying to Hayley's query.

"OH!" she gasped when I took the first between my lips and gave suck.

My hand went between her panty-clad thighs and felt her moistened cunt through the filmy material. When my finger traced the length of her fury slit, she moaned long and loud, and keeping the nipple clenched between my teeth, I peeled the panties off her and tossed them aside.

Claire recaptured my dick and began jerking it off again. 

Trying to direct her into doing something sexier, Hayley again spoke out, telling her that she could do whatever she wanted.

"Oh, can I?" Claire said, and I realized she was in a kind of sexual trance and might need me to get her moving in the proper direction.

"Claire?" I asked.

"Yes?"

"Want to suck my cock?"

"Oh, yes, sure!"

"Come on then, get your ass up in the air and come suck it!"

She did exactly as I asked, and was soon bobbing up and down like Hayley herself might have in a more heated moment between us.

I was fascinated by the length of her nipples.

Engorged ... and believe me, they were certainly engorged; they must have been over an inch in length.

So I asked her about them. "Claire, I see that your nipples are a lovely length, how did they get that way? I mean, I understand your husband pays little attention to you.

Taking me from her mouth, and with a string of spittle hanging from her lip, Claire said, "I play with 'em. I'm always pulling on 'em. It makes me feel good down there, you know?"

I nodded, "down there" was obviously her cunt, and who was I to tell her how to get off when she was alone?"

Suddenly, I smelled her excitement and inhaled, delighting in the womanly odors emanating from her. "Tell me if you like this," I said to her, and slipped a finger into her moistened pussy. Claire helped me go deeper by widening her thighs as she moaned with satisfaction.

"Oh, Johnny!"

But she wasn't calling out my name because of what I was doing to her. Hayley, had, without my knowing it, inserted a wet finger into Claire's ass ... and that's what evoked the "Oh, Johnny." "Look at her!" Hayley exclaimed and both Claire and I sat up in surprise.

"What?" Claire asked, obviously startled.

"You're pierced ... your fucking clit ... it's got a ring in it!" Hayley shouted.

"Oh, that!" Claire giggled. "My husband ... could never find it ... so I left him a roadmap of sorts.

"Oh, you are a nasty bitch," Hayley laughed, and to my surprise, Claire laughed with her.

"Get back down there!" Hayley said, ordering the poor woman around. Claire took me into her mouth again and I watched as Hayley brought the camera in for a close-up of Claire's cunt; even to the point of spreading the woman's genitals apart and fingering both her cunt and asshole at the same time.

"Her pussy is soaking wet," Hayley announced.

Claire laughed, "Do you blame me?"

"You're a very horny bitch aren't you?" This again from Hayley.

"I guess I am," Claire replied, with me in her mouth.

Later, I would see that Hayley had fingered the hell out of Claire during this period, and Claire had taken it all in stride.

"Johnny, why don't you taste, our girl here? I bet she's sweeter than sugar."

Hayley didn't usually talk that way and I supposed Claire had gotten her hot. Hayley was Bi-sexual and it occurred to me that she might be joining me in celebrating Claire's birthday. 

At any rate, I turned Claire on her back and fingered her as Hayley had done earlier. Then with Claire writhing on the couch, I went down on her. Hayley was wrong; she tasted saltier than sweet, although there was a slight sweetness to her nectar.

Claire loved every moment of my going down on her, squirming, thrusting her hips into my face and finally clamping her thighs around my head to trap me and keep me in place.

At one point, she moaned then relaxed as I licked at the ring in her clit and fingered her juicy cunt.

"Are you gonna put it in?" she asked after a minute of fingering had gone by.

"Right now, Claire," I said, "Right now." I had her roll onto her side and slapped her glutinous maximus leaving a red handprint, and entered her with one thrust. I was kneeling with one knee in the small of her back and the other in the joint at the back of her knee.

Claire gasped with pleasure as I sank deeply into her, and then with each subsequent thrust, uttered two "Ohhh's" in succession as I slammed into her.

As I pumped into her the "Ohhh's" changed to "Oh, God's," and "Oh, yes's," in turn. She was a vocal fuck to be sure, and each verbalization made me feel that I was doing a good job on her.

At a signal from Hayley, I lifted Claire's leg so the camera had an unobstructed view of me pounding her. Now I was groaning and close to coming. After another minute of this, I had her lie face down and straddled her from behind. Almost a doggy-fuck, but not quite as her ass wasn't raised.

I came in her, and Hayley stopped filming. I left Claire on the couch and got us both a cold glass of water.

"Jesus, I never thought it would be this good," Claire said as she accepted the glass of water.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it. You might want to douche away my sperm before we get back to it."

"There's more?" she said, obviously surprised that I was going to continue.

"Yes, Hayley will suck me off a little, get me hard and then we'll pick up where we left off. Hayley will have the camera on one of our faces and that will take care of any changes we might have made in our basic position."

Claire nodded, as if grasping the situation for what it really was for the first time. "You two make money from this, don't you?"

"Some," Hayley said as she knelt down in front of me.

I smiled at Claire as Hayley engulfed my cock in her mouth and went to work on getting me ready. For her part, Claire already had a hand between her legs doing the same for herself.

In another two minutes I was ready and remounted Claire. We fucked in the same position for about a minute or so, and then I had her raise her ass in the air, with one leg on the floor and the other on the couch. Hayley was shooting from the floor up at us in what turned out to be a spectacular part of the sequence. 

I was slamming into the very core of Claire's pussy by now, and I grunted "It's the fuck of a lifetime, ain't it baby?"

"Oh, yes ... yes it is the fuck of my life!" she responded.

"You keep coming and we'll be washed the hell out of the room, baby."

"Oh, yes! I'm still coming ... I haven't stopped coming since ... forever!"

Hayley had me take my dick out of Claire and told Claire to open herself up to show the juices pouring out of her, giggling inanely all the while.

I tongued her ass for a while and had her moaning with delight and fingering herself on camera while Hayley kept saying, "That's great! That's great!"

"Want it up the ass, Claire?" I asked, knowing she would try anything at this point.

"Yeah ... okay, sure."

I worked my cock into her. It wasn't easy, and I took my time, but she was game and helped as much as she could.

"Done this before, have you?" Hayley inquired. "My husband liked to do me back there early on. I liked it all right."

She still had on leg on the floor and the other on a couch cushion, fingering herself as I sank all the way into her shitter.

I took it out long enough to have the camera show how wide open her asshole was and then went back to work, with Claire now lying on the couch and me working it into her from behind.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?

"No ... no ... Oh, my god, no..."

"Are you coming?"

"Oh, oh, oh, my god ... yes!"

"Good, very good," I rasped, and then told her I was ready to cum."

"Okay," she panted.

"Any particular place you want me cum?"

"My face ... cum on my face!' Claire gasped. I had her sit up facing me. She took hold of my hardon and jerked me off. When I was about to cum I guided her wrist up so that my dick was at the right height and told her to smile.

Claire laughed and gave me a bright smile and I shot a thick rope right into her left eye. 

Momentarily blinded, Claire put a hand up to her eye as I shot another ling across the bridge of her nose and yet a third that wound up dripping from her chin.

She was a game girl, and didn't complain, at least not with the camera on her. Instead, she spooned what sperm she could into her mouth and grinned into the camera.

"Did you have a great time?" Hayley asked Claire, as I moved away from her.

"I did, I really did," she replied. Hayley put the camera down, but I knew the others were still rolling.

"Would you like me to go down on you, Claire?"

"You ... you want to have sex with me?"

"Yes."

"Well ... I guess..." She paused then and several seconds passed as she thought about Hayley's offer.

"Sure, why not ... in for a penny..."

I left them there, legs entangled, and as I made my way to the shower I looked back and saw Hayley kissing and licking my cum from Claire's face.



Handsome Ch. 27



Chapter 27
The First Game

I returned home from Hayley's, and made the first priority to find a decent hiding place for the $7500 she'd given me for the X-rated movies we'd made.

I lay down on my bed and wondered where this thing with Hayley was going. I was young, and saw no reason why it couldn't continue unabated, for as long as we wanted it too.

I remember glancing at the newspaper clipping framed over my bed, and the black and white photo of me in full football regalia. It was taken just after the game that put us in the state finals last year. Of course we lost the next game, and I was the major reason, or at least the two interceptions I threw were, but the new season loomed, and all was well with my little world.

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The First Game was an away game against Monticello, on the other side of the state. In the locker room at the stadium, J. P. Pacillo, the center, took the offensive line off to a corner. The coach wants the linemen to keep to themselves, like a family. A few of the guys are still horsing around, but most are getting serious. Shad Jackson, our monstrous defensive tackle at 6 feet, seven inches and 325 pounds, was banging his head rhythmically against the wall getting himself pumped up. Tucker Ferguson, leaned against the same wall, helmet under his arm, eyes shut, oblivious to the crash and thunder next to him.

Bert Tilstrom, the team manager and quasi-trainer, edged past both of them and came over to me with a roll of white tape in his left hand.

"Can I help you tape your ankles, Bree?"

Johnny Mack Brown was sitting on a bench between me and the water fountain. Already off in whatever world he goes to before a game starts building his concentration.

"Sure," I replied, and stuck my right foot out, and closed my eyes trying to visualize the first series of plays the coach had given me.

When Bert finished taping my ankles, I walked around the locker room, got a drink of water, patted Johnny Mack on the shoulder pad hard enough to break his concentration and look up at me.

"Gonna run it right at them, Johnny," I said and smiled. I nodded appreciatively at the newly transferred Johnson twins who now occupied the offensive guard positions, and I mean occupied with a capital O. They were named, Oringello and Lemingello respectively. Twin mountains of muscle, who along with my best buddy, J. P. and Marvin Webster at tackle, gave me a nearly insurmountable amount of protection as an offensive line.

"Right the fuck over 'em," Johnny Mack replied, and as I watched, his eyes glazed over and went back to wherever the hell it is he goes to at times like this.

Coach Spagnitello came into the room and called everyone together. I looked around at everybody. Ankles taped. Pads strapped on, with snowy white socks and pants. And over them, the bright, dark green jerseys.

"I want everyone giving everything they got for sixty minutes. No letting up. These guys are good. We're better, but just barely. Don't stop hitting until you hear the whistle. Make your tackles. Make your catches, and hit the hole when it opens, not a half second later. Contain, contain, contain!"

"Anyone makes a mistake, be sure it's at top speed. You all clear on that?"

"Yes sir!" everyone shuts on cue.

"I ain't ever lost a season opener." Coach's voice rings out through the locker room. "Not as a player. Not as a coach. That ain't gonna change tonight!"

His words fall, coming to rest in absolute quiet. Then he said, "Now let's have a moment of silent thought."

Heads bow, and I snuck a look around, then quickly bowed my head and stared at the floor.

"Amen," says the coach, a moment later, and then we're racing through the passageway and onto the field to sparse cheers from the small group that bothered to travel with us to the other side of the state.

Ten minutes later, following the National Anthem, and the coin toss, I stood with my hands under the center's ass, and with Monticello's overflow crowd roaring in my ears, I shouted, "Black twenty-three! Black twenty-three! Set ... Hut! Hut!"

I felt rather than saw the huge presence of Marvin Webster, my left tackle as he knocked the blitzing linebacker on his ass. Johnny Mack Brown, my running back, broke into the open space vacated by the linebacker, and with the Johnson twins protecting me in the pocket, I hummed the ball to him. Johnny Mack caught it and turned up field, taking the ball fifteen yards to their thirty-five yard line.

Two minutes later, it was first and ten - again. That was three first downs in the last four plays. We were on a roll.

"I can beat my man long," Curtis said in the huddle. I nodded, and called his number. My man, Maynard was right. He got two steps on a faltering corner, and took my toss in full stride for an easy touchdown. We led, 7 — 0.

It got easier, thanks to two interceptions by Johnny Demastri, our left corner, and a tackle by Tucker Ferguson that forced their quarterback to fumble on his twelve, with Tim Battle recovering the ball and taking it in. The final score was 33 — 14. We were off and running.

Some of the guys and me were having burgers at MacDonald's following the game, when the Pom-pom girls burst into the place. 

I was busy wolfing down my first quarter-pounder when I heard a familiar voice say, "God, Aubrey, don't they feed you at home?" I turned, and flashed an open mouth filled with food at little Mary Stiller. She lived three houses down from me. A freshman, she was still underdeveloped, and had enough makeup on to pave Route 17, which ran past the MacDonald's.

Her girlfriends were giggling, secretly hoping that one of us would put a move on them. It didn't happen. I had certain known obligations to Hayley, and some unknown as well. As for the other guys, well, they really weren't ready just yet, even for freshmen. But I was thinking about changing all that. I needed some studs for the next feature Hayley was planning.

I was taking a long gulp from my vanilla shake when my eye caught Mary bending forward to lean over her table. I never fail to be amazed at the lines a pair of tight jeans can take on when a girl is wearing them. She'd given me a woody and a new found respect for her body, undeveloped or not.

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Hayley gave me free rein to find new girls for our feature films and I had more success than I thought I would. Hayley also found a few, but I was proud of the three that I brought into the fold. I'll gloss over some of the details and provide more detail on others.

Noreen was a nineteen year old college sophomore. Her face was plain, but her optimistic and cheerful personality made up for that. She was gifted in all the right places, large, firm breasts, smooth belly, nice legs and an ass that jutted out a country mile. She had scattered freckles and moles all over her body, and a large pair of nipples that begged for camera time. I was entranced by her as a video prospect, and I think she liked me too, but she liked the money we had to offer even more.

We got started one night when I was visiting the local University to see if I wanted to play football there. I didn't.

Noreen had been assigned to show me a good time (read my fuck-toy for the weekend) Anyway, she'd been drinking wine and we were playing cards as it was raining cats and dogs out. I suggested strip poker. She was amenable, and so we began. Naturally, I cheated like crazy, and eventually she was sitting across from me naked, one arm folded across her breasts, the other arm in front of her where she held her cards in her hand. 

I was down to my underwear. When I saw that she kept staring at the bulge in my jockey's, I suggested that we play for sexual favors. Noreen declined at first, but was only playing the age old game women tend to play.

But after two more glasses of wine, she suddenly warmed to the idea. My guess is that Noreen happened to remember what her assigned duty was and that was that.

I stripped off my underwear, and we got on the bed. I was pleasantly surprised when I felt her chin bump into my balls as she took me deep.

Later she told me that she loved giving head, but deep throating made her eyes water, and she couldn't do it for long. I asked her to let me suck her pussy, but she declined, explaining that she was dating a professor who was much older, and wanted only him to have her pussy.

Further questioning revealed that this professor had had a vasectomy, and so they could freely fuck without worrying about pregnancy. Neither of us had any birth control, and she didn't want me to suck her pussy because then she would want me to fuck her. 

I assured her that I wouldn't try to fuck her even with her permission, and so she said it was all right for me to go down on her. I did, and it was delicious. She asked me to lick, suck and finger her ass, and I did that too. Soon I had two fingers in her pussy, two fingers in her ass and my tongue flicking across her clit. Her fingers were wrapped in my hair, and she was grinding her warm, wet crotch against my face. It was fabulous.

Soon after she came, I poured her another glass of wine, and she admitted that she really liked anal play. I asked her if I could fuck her ass since she couldn't get pregnant that way. She agreed to that, and soon she was on her hands and knees, moaning as I slid my cock into her lovely, heart-shaped ass.

As I recall, Noreen masturbated at warp speed as I fucked her ass. I was aroused beyond description in part from visualizing what this might look like on film if I could persuade her to take up acting.

I became an animal, thrusting rapidly and rhythmically, digging my fingers into her breasts, biting her shoulder, grunting in time to her groans of pleasure. She begged me not to come in her ass, and so I pulled out at the last minute, and jerked myself off. I was ready to come on her ass when she turned around, lay on her back, and pleaded for me to cum in her mouth.

I did, I also came on her chin and over her breasts while she moaned and rubbed my semen into her skin.

We went to sleep that night wrapped around each other, enjoying the smell and feel of sex on each other's bodies.

The next afternoon, following a tour and sit-down with the head coach, Noreen introduced me to golden showers. She stripped the sheets off the bed, replaced them with a rubber sheet, (I think) and asked me to lie down on the mattress. We were both naked. She got on top of me and squatted over my cock, then leaned over to kiss me as she began to piss on my cock. The feel of her hot liquid splashing forcefully over my cock, gave me an instant erection, and I begged her to let me fuck her, but she refused, grinning madly. Before we finished with our water sports, she had pissed all over me and let me piss on her tits and belly. 

Then we engaged in a very long-lasting 69, concentrating on drawing out the intense pleasure. When we came, and I still remember every detail of it -- her thighs squeezing my ears as she flooded my tongue with pussy cum; the sensation of ejaculating into her mouth; the once-warm urine, now cold, in puddles around us on the mattress, and the combined smell of acrid piss, hot cum, and our sweaty bodies that hovered over and around us on the bed.

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Sissie answered one of our ads. She had a great body, with small, sexy breasts, a long, flat belly which curved outward to her abdomen and then back inward to her beautiful pussy. Her ass and thighs were large and complemented her gorgeous legs. 

Sissie was the first woman I slept with who could easily have been a fashion model. She had a tiny nose, sharp cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes, perfect black hair, and a sharp, sexy grin.

Sissie loved to fuck, but since she had been sexually abused by a man who held her down and raped her, she was reluctant to do it in the missionary position. That was how she remembered her abuser -- him on top of her. But Sissie loved fucking in the female superior position, or doggy style.

She told me once that her uterus was out of place in her body, which made her cunt a lot tighter than it should have been; and that fucking doggy style heightened her sensations more so than any other position.

Fucking Sissie always resulted in scratches, bruises and lots of sweat. We always collapsed and sometimes didn't bother to clean up. In our films we fucked on kitchen tables, glass-topped coffee tables, bathtubs, showers, in corn field and of course, on a large, king-sized bed.

We made three films, one with me and two with other males taking her on. Unfortunately, my last encounter with Sissie does not have a happy ending, but I'll spare you that.

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Maria Elena was the third girl/woman I introduced to our movie making.

I met her while shopping with my mother at the local food market. She flirted with me, and when my mother left me to shop on another aisle, I asked her for a date and she accepted.

We went to a movie and from there straight to her apartment. It was too easy.

I kissed her a few times, and she pressed herself against me, arching her back to push her breasts into my chest. I dimmed the lights, pulled her even tighter and kissed her deeply while cupping her left breast in my hand, squeezing it firmly but not too hard.

Perhaps five minutes later, following a series of torrid kisses, I moaned in her ear, "Honey, these clothes are just going to get all wrinkled. Why don't we take them off?"

"Why don't you take them off for me?" she purred, and put the tip of her tongue in my ear. Then she moved her mouth to the corner of my jaw and nipped down my throat with teeth and lips.

That was fine with me. I opened the first button of her blouse and then the second. As the blouse came open, I could see her black lace bra within, supporting her generous tan breasts. I slid my hand inside, and cupped my palm under a breast. I leaned down and kissed the top of her breast, pressing it between lips and hand.

"Oh, Jeez, honey," she said, "that feels good. Kiss my puppies, honey. Kiss my puppies. See how hard they are for you already."

I played peek-a-boo with her breasts, running my tongue and hands under the bra, but keeping her heavy globes mostly covered. Gradually, however, it was pushed out of the way, and I alternated between her breasts, licking and sucking them. At times I would move up to her lips and throat, kissing, nipping, and sucking, or probing deeply into her mouth with my tongue.

I put my hand between her knees, just at the hem of her skirt. I slid up about halfway, and she made no resistance. Her legs parted slightly, inviting me to continue. I moved my fingers farther up until I cupped my hand on her pussy. I pressed my fingers against her center and waggled them gently against the panty-covered lips of her cunt. Maria Elena arched her hips against my hand and opened her legs to me.

She pressed her mouth against my neck. "I thought we weren't going to wrinkle our clothes," she said. I could feel her grin against my neck.

"Just what I was thinking," I said, although in truth I had forgotten it. But I agreed completely. I lifted her with the arm I had behind her back, and slid the blouse off one shoulder, then the other. The bra followed it to a nearby chair. She began unbuttoning my shirt. I found the button and zipper on the side of her skirt.

Maria Elena tugged my shirttail free of my pants, and snuggled inside my open shirt to press her naked breasts against me. My arms were around her, holding her to me. I slid one hand down her back and under her loosened skirt. She lay back and helped me tug down her skirt, rocking from side to side as I worked it down her hips.

Only her panties were left. I reached for them, but she pushed my hand away. Before I could protest, Maria Elena hooked her thumbs on either side and pushed them down herself. Bending her knees, she slid them gracefully to her ankles and flipped them away with one foot. Her cunt flashed into view. I placed my hands on her knees and pressed outward tentatively.

"No," Maria Elena said, "you're still dressed. It's my turn." She moved her hand down to the front of my pants and boldly laid it on my cock, which was straining against the fabric. 

"Oooh," she said, "it's already nice and hard."

She dropped her other hand to my pants and quickly unfastened and unzipped them. Her slim hand slid inside and grabbed me again, this time with only my underwear between. She dragged her hand upward onto my stomach and slid her fingers under the elastic of my shorts, finding my prick and grasping it. It swelled in her hand.

"Here," she said, "lie back." She turned me into the corner of the couch, pressing back on my shoulders. I sank backward and lay out on the couch, my legs dangling onto the floor. Maria Elena grasped my under shorts and pants on either side of my waist, and pulled them both down at the same time. I slipped my hands behind me to ease them over my butt, and my cock popped into view, standing stiffly, purple knob gleaming like a beacon, beckoning her ever closer.

She moved closer, took it in hand and rubbed it against each breast in turn. She held my cock between her breasts and wrapped them around it.

She moved back slightly and extending her tongue, licked up the underside of my shaft, teasing the oh, so sensitive crown with the tip of her tongue. She opened her mouth wide and breathed around the head without touching it. She kissed the very top, and, pressing with her lips, forced them down over the top and onto the stem.

"Holy shit, babe, that feels good," I told her. "Do some more."

Maria Elena took me deep, and then pulled back until only the head was still inside. Wrapping a hand around the base, she pumped her head back and forth on my prick. Her hand followed her mouth, up and down, adding to the pleasure her wet lips and restless tongue were bringing me.

She sucked hard on my cock, using a rapid on-off pressure as she moved her head up and down more slowly. It was a delicious feeling. 

"That's extra nice," I told her, "that's so sexy, honey. Give me your head."

I pushed up into her mouth. She held still and let me pump my cock into her, squeezing with her hand and lips. Her tongue waggled under my cock as I slid in and out. She moaned, a hum from deep in her throat that vibrated my prick in her mouth.

It was too good to last, and I didn't want to cum in her mouth, not yet anyway. Reluctantly, I pushed her back and pulled my cock out of her lips. It came out with a slight pop.

"Time for something different," I said. "I want to lick you to, and then I want to stick my cock in you and see what that feels like."

"It'll feel good," Maria Elena told me. "I promise you, it'll feel good." We changed places. She lay back on the sofa, and I slid onto the floor. I pushed her knees apart and moved between them. Lowering my head, I nipped at her inner thighs and pressed her legs apart with my face, pushing inward toward her cunt. Maria Elena bent her knees and opened her legs, one up high along the back of the couch and one held outward by a hand.

I ran my tongue along the outside of her pussy, pushing apart the lips but barely penetrating. I licked along the length of it, from bottom to top, several times. Her pussy lips parted, revealing the wetness that glistened there. Stiffening my tongue, I pushed forward near the bottom and penetrated her cunt. I sucked each lip in turn into my mouth and chewed on it gently.

I ran my tongue up her cunt again, penetrating deeper this time. At the top, I scrubbed around with the tip and found her clit, poking outward from its little cave. I dragged the surface of my tongue over it a time or two and flicked at it with the tip. Maria Elena shuddered and humped her cunt at my mouth.




Handsome Ch. 27



"Oh, honey, don't tease me anymore," she said. "Put it in me, honey. Please, I want you to put it in me." She half sat up, reaching down along my body to grasp my cock. She lifted up on it, urging me toward her cunt.

As I moved forward, Maria Elena laid back. She spread her legs wide to welcome me and guided my prick toward the wet and waiting slot at the center of them. I held myself above her and hunched my hips forward. The head of my cock touched hair and then pushed through and forced open the lips of her cunt. Maria Elena had both hands around me, urging me into her. When the angle was exactly right, she pushed her hips forward and I slid inside about halfway. With eager little grunts, she bumped forward, eased back slightly, pushed forward again. Her hands transferred to my ass, gripping the cheeks and pulling me into her. My pelvis touched hers.

"Baby, baby, I've wanted you half the night," Maria Elena said. She talked in gasped phrases, punctuated by hip thrusts that forced me into her cunt. "When you touched my cheek ... I wanted to kiss you. I told myself I was going to let you ... do this to me. I got so wet right then. I promised myself I was going to let you fuck me."

I was shoving it to her steadily, now.

Maria Elena lifted her legs and wrapped them around me. She crossed her ankles and prodded at my butt with her feet to spur me forward when I pushed into her. She clung to me when I hit bottom, pulling both hips and breasts against me, almost lifting herself off the couch.

"Put it to me, lover. My pussy is hungry for you. Push your cock into me. Oh, my God, it's so good!"

I increased my pace. Maria Elena rolled her hips from side to side. She whirled them in a circle, first in one direction, then in the other.

I pushed forward, sinking my cock as deep as I could and held it there.

"Do you like that?" I asked. "Do you like it deep inside you?"

"Oh, God, yes!" Maria Elena gasped. "It fills me! I haven't done this in such a long, long time!"

I waited for her to come, then told her to turn around. "I want to give it to you from behind."

She rolled to the side, and let her knees slip down to the floor, presenting me with her ass cheeks. She laid her top half on the sofa, turning her head to the side and looked back at me out of the corner of her eyes.

"Put it in me! Quick! Oh, please be quick!"

I held my cock in my hand, and moved forward. Her slit hole was easy to find, and at just the right height. I pushed back inside her, rocking forward a little deeper with each short thrust, then backward a bit, then forward again until her ass cheeks were spread by my groin and her soft ass pressed against my stomach. I slid my hands underneath her until they grasped her breasts and, holding her by them, I pumped in an out of her increasingly slick cunt.

Maria Elena put her head down and fucked me back. She twisted her hips, making my cock roll inside her tunnel as it slipped in and out. "Ohhh, yes, baby," she said. "Oh, I like that!"

I lay across her back, pressing her into the sofa and into my hands that still held her tits. I bit the back of her neck, and worked my teeth down onto her shoulders, nipping and sucking. I couldn't move well in that position, so I pushed all the way in, bumping against her ass with short, rooting movements.

"Let me move," Maria Elena said. I rose up, thinking she wanted room for more active fucking, but she scrambled up onto the sofa on her hands and knees instead, pulling her cunt off my prick. Then, facing one end of the sofa, she put her head down on the arm with her ass sticking up.

I climbed up behind her, and fed my cock into her again. In one slick swoop I hit bottom. Maria Elena pulled her head back, twisted her head toward me and grunted. "Oh, shit, baby, that is so good."

Allowing my own need to come first, I slammed my cock into her cunt, again and again and again.

She rocked back and forth on her knees, eagerly meeting each push forward with equal force, maybe coming some herself, but I didn't care about her at that moment. I was coming, and coming hard and allowed myself to do so.

Even as I was spurting into her, she was moaning, 

"Cum in my mouth!"

And then realizing what was happening... "Oh, no! No!"

After I enjoyed my release, I resumed pushing in and out of her twat again, letting my prick drag back until it barely hung within the lips of her pussy, and then slowly forcing it back into her all the way to the bottom. I felt her shudder as it went in, knew she was close to coming, or was coming, I hunched forward, jamming my cock all the way in, and slipped a hand around her to her clit, and stroked it with a finger.

She shuddered again and again. She flung her head down and wiggled her ass against me. I stroked her clit again and had her panting hard, whining a high-pitched tone with each breath.

Bracing one leg on the floor, I fed my cock to her, and flicked her clit repeated with my finger at the same time. The whine changed to a singing, keening cry. "Oh God! Oh, my God!" Maria Elena gasped, "Give it to me, baby. Oh, fuck me!"

I slammed it into her again and Maria Elena started to cum with a choked whimper. She jammed a pillow into her mouth to muffle her passionate cries, pushing her ass back against me in a rapid series of thrusts, jamming my cock all the way into her. Her hips bucked out of control, jerking back from the touch of my finger in exquisite pleasure-pain. Maria Elena came in a series of shudders that rolled outward from her cunt, which clutched at my skewering cock.

Finally, she stopped, gasping. I held myself deep inside her.

"Would you like to do this again? Just like this, and make more money for doing it than you make in a month at the store?"

"You want me to whore for you?"

"No, I want to fuck you. Just me. But with a camera filming us."

"Porno movies?"

"Yes, porno."

"How much money?"

I gave her a figure on the low side. She kissed me, and husked, "For you, I do anything. Can you get it up again?"

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The alarm clock woke me at five to seven.

School day, shit! I hit the alarm shutting it off, get up and trudge to the shower. I heard my mother downstairs getting ready to head out to the office. 

I wondered if she'd still be by the time I got downstairs. Feeling guilty about letting her leave without saying good morning, I half stumbled down the stairs and greeted her with a peck on the cheek. It's obvious she was waiting for me and I appreciated it although I don't let her know. Hell she knows anyway.

"Could you reach in the fridge and get me that baggie of carrot sticks, sweetie?"

Of course I can, and do. I take a glass and fill it with milk. If Mom weren't there, I'd have drunk from the container, but she was, and I didn't want to piss her off.

She thanked me and started to leave, then turned back and kissed me on the lips. She had a run in her pantyhose, but I didn't mention it. It would bother me for the remainder of the day. I don't know why I did things like that, but I did, consistently.

I drove directly to the MacDonald's and joined Tim Battle and J. P. Pacillo, my center at a corner table. Through the window watched the girls passing by on their way to school as well as the occasional older woman, either stopping at MacDonald's for coffee, or going into the insurance company building next to MacDonald's. 

We talked about tits and asses, comparing them; and the others bragged about imaginary conquests. I never talked about my "conquests" and they knew it, and when I interrupted them, they knew without being told that I've "had" the girl in question and put an end to whatever they are speculating about her.

Bam-Bam Eddie Norton, my former left guard and now our middle linebacker joined us all fired up about a little chat he had with Coach Spagnitello earlier. Eddie wants to go to Notre Dame, it's his obsession, and the coach nurtures it almost daily to keep him on track, But from the coach's comments I doubt Notre Dame will be calling on him.

" ... that's what Coach told me," he was saying. J. P. gave him an irritated look as he bit into his sausage and egg muffin. Tim just grinned at me and said nothing as usual. 

He had a way of conveying the damnedest things with a grin. I wondered if he did that with the girls too. But since we had never double-dated, I wasn't sure.

"Try not to take everything Coach says to heart, Eddie, he's always trying to motivate people. You know that," I said, looking him in the eye.

"Aw, I know, Bree ... but geez, he's got contacts, you know, and I want..."

"To go to Notre Dame," both J. P. and Tim said together.

That turned Eddie off. In the sudden silence Tim announced, "That's where they came up with the phrase 'dumb jock' — because of ideas like that!"

"Okay, okay!" I said quickly, wanting to cut off the fight that was about to occur in MacDonald's and get us barred from the place, possibly even suspended from school.

"He's only ragging you, Eddie, don't take it to heart."

"I don't like the way he kids," Eddie snarled.

"Water off a duck's ass," I said again hoping to quell his anger.

"Ain't a duck's ass, Bree," Tim said.

Everyone looked at the usually quiet wide receiver.

"It's a duck's back that all the water runs off."

"Who gives a shit?" Eddie snapped, but we could see that his anger was dissipating rapidly.

"Anyone study for the English test today?" I asked, knowing the answer beforehand.

"Naw," Eddie replied.

"What test?" J. P. asked as if a test were an alien topic.

"I ready," Tim said, and went on a spree using Ebonics, just to have fun with us white boys. "Mrs. Robbins flashed me yesterday. She gonna give me the answers and just maybe a little something extra."

"Get fucked, Battle," J. P. said.

"Thas right. She gonna maybe fuck me. I'll let you guys know when it happens too. Just to see the looks on yo faces."

Tim was really into his act now.

Eddie couldn't contain himself and asked, "How do you know this, bro?"

"Bro? You callin' me 'Bro' now? I knows you got a tan, man, but is you tryin' to pass?"

"No, I'm not trying to pass. Now what the fuck are you talking about? And try English, since that's what Mrs. Robbins teaches."

"I'm saying she flashed her tits at me yesterday, and it wasn't the first time she did it either."

"She really flashed you? I asked, going with the flow.

"Shit, yeah, she flashed me. Just lifted up her blouse, let me glom on her big titties."

"No she didn't," J. P. said.

"I swear she did. Just lifted her blouse and showed me everything. Lawd, but she's got these melons hanging there."

"She's old enough..." J. P. said, but stopped short of using the word 'Mother."

"Two watermelons bouncing in a hammock ... and I am partial to watermelon. No racial remarks, please," Tim said and flashed his sparkling white teeth at us.

I was laughing. Eddie joined me, but J. P. hung back. He was thinking about the image of Mrs. Robbins actually showing Tim her tits. He seemed to relish the thought, and that kept me laughing longer than I would have otherwise.

"Tim Battle, you can catch the impossible pass, but in this case, you're a liar," I said, and tapped him playfully on the shoulder.

"Maybe so," he said laughing with us now, "But Shelly Summers showed me her ass last Wednesday."

That might have been true, and I made no comment on the subject, but J. P. bit again, and we were off on another entertaining tale from Battle, a man who could certainly make us laugh.

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The following Saturday you'd have thought we lost the game the night before instead of winning it 23 — 20. But at the team meeting that morning, the Coach didn't seem to have noticed.

"You may not know it," he ranted, "but Faraday Prep has got the weakest offense in the District. Yet we gave 'em 20 points! And this week we come up against a real powerhouse in Jackson. Looks like we're gonna get plowed over."

I sat there; muscles stiff, my left shoulder ached from being sacked three times. There had been nothing wrong with Faraday's defense. 

Especially the two monsters that seemed capable of picking up and tossing aside Oringello and Lemingello Johnson.

Coach Spagnitello finally got around to our offensive lines play.

"Webster, you have too much coffee or Coke before the game? I counted two times you let that guy draw you offside's. Two! My God, all he had to do was twitch his nose, and there you go.

"And you guys have to give Morgenthall more time. My God, Lemingello, I counted four times it looked like you gave up to soon — let them skinny junior high school kids run right past you and half kill, Morgenthall here."

And that's the way our team meeting went. Then it was quiet for a moment, the only sound being that of the projector as it keep spinning the reel of last night's game.

"Right there!" Coach said, "Now that was a good effort Johnny Mack..." Coach paused, hit the rewind and watched Johnny Mack Brown repeat his 85 yard scamper into the end zone with what proved to be the game winning score.

"We got us a lot of work to do. And we start Monday. We gonna have us a good year. Yes sir, it's gonna be a good year."

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Now, I'm going off track a bit, but this has to be put in somewhere, and this is as good a place as any. P. J. likes to tell a story on me in which he claims I went from being a good football player to a legendary one on a sunny day during P. E.

Some of us on the varsity were playing a game of touch, just jacking around. Our game and a softball game were kind of intruding on each another, and none of us were far from the high-jump pit.

I happened to catch a pass and was side stepping people. On my way to a touchdown, I scooped up a grounder between second and third in the softball game and threw out the runner at first base; then without breaking stride, I sprinted over to the high-jump pit and cleared the bar at 6-6. And then I trotted into the end zone. That evening I went on a double-date in Hayley's daddy's Cadillac, not only did I screw Hayley in the front seat, but I smooth-talked Jessie Von Broklin into giving Curtis a blowjob in the backseat while Hayley and I looked on. It really was a great day.

Oh, and only two days later, Hayley sweet-talked her into making a video with us that wound up making us $40,000. Oh, yeah, we were big time operators for a while there.

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Many of the girls I encountered while playing quarterback were a hidden minefield of delight. Their expressions of arrogance intrigued me. Their manner of dress, which varied dramatically, always proved deceptive — underneath, the plump ones wouldn't be that plump, and the skinny ones wouldn't be that skinny. The fact of the matter was once I got beyond their icy glares and worked my way to the goal line with one of them, what I'd have on my hands was a squealing, back-clawing, lust ridden, talk-dirty-to-me, won't spill a drop, Nympho-acrobat.

It's a damn good thing for me that I was truly athletic.

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Hayley and I were churning out two movies a week and that meant Saturdays and Sundays, since those were the only days we had to actually shoot the films. I, of course, had football practice every day, with most games on Friday nights.

That left Hayley to set up things such as locations, (easier than one might think to accomplish) and extra cameramen, or women. (We found that some of the girls had greater artistic talent than the men who walked around with boners sticking out while working.)

Then Hayley suggested using a previewed script for the first time. It was a great idea and I knew it, but I must have had a weird look on my mug as I wondered just who was going to write these scripts.

Hayley grinned at me and said, "You look like somebody licked all the red off your lollipop."

"Well, yeah ... I mean who's gonna do it?"

"I've got two college guys, um; actually one of the guys is a girl. But they're English majors and they're into porn in a big way. I see no reason why they can't take a particularly good story and hone it down to something we find manageable."

That was her father speaking, really, Hayley picked up a lot of his management expertise from trips to his office, and applied them to our little business.

That was when I told her about the three girls I'd found.

Hayley asked me if I'd actually broached them about making porno films.

I told her that Noreen wouldn't fuck for us, because of her professor/boyfriend, but that she would suck a dick and take it up the ass.

Hayley nodded, and said, "We can work with that. How about this ... Sissie?"

"She's good to go. But..."

"No buts ... what is it?"

"No missionary. Doggy is good and so is her on top. Anal is good, and she likes to suck a cock. Um, she won't do another woman."

"Sounds like you found a bunch of retreads, Bree. What about the third one?"

That would be Maria Elena. She likes to fuck and needs the money. She's up for anything."

Okay, let's start with this ... Sissie. She sounds like she might actually be able to recall a complete sentence while getting it on." 

I picked up a copy of the current script and after reading ten pages, smiled and gave Hayley a thumbs up. Then I reached for the phone and called Sissie.

I met Sissie at a coffee shop in the local mall. She slid in next to me at the two-seater table I'd picked in the corner for maximum privacy.

I went with a direct approach. "You look tired Sissie. What have you been doing since I saw you last?"

Sissie frowned at this and pulled a small mirror from her purse and examined her face.

I chuckled and followed with, "I hope whatever it is, you're enjoying it."

"The truth is I can't make my rent this month."

"And what might that be?"

"Four hundred and ten dollars. And it's due tomorrow."

I slid the script across to her. "You play Tania. Starting on page three."

She took the script from me and opened it. When I saw that she was reading it, I reached in my pants pocket, pulled out a roll of bills and peeled off five one hundred dollar bills and slipped them under her coffee cup.

When Sissie saw what I'd done, she began to flush, starting at her neck and ending at her forehead. "This ... I appreciate this ... but I don't know if I can do it."

"Read on. It'll be you and me."

"And who else?"

"Camera personnel, director and probably another actor or two."

"Why so many?"

"We might be shooting another scene a few feet away."

"A few feet away?"

"We make lots of features. The more sex we shoot, the more money we make. It's that simple."

"And is this all..." She held the bills out to me.

"There's more, don't worry. Your rent will take care of itself after you make a couple films for us."

I sipped my coffee while Sissie thought it over.

"Tell me more about ... this business."

Sissie listened intently and seemingly unmoved at first as I described the scenes that we created, and how we played to the camera putting our own gratification off as long as possible. "The cum shot sells the film. The bigger load me, or the other guy can produce, the bigger impact there is on the viewer."

From the expression on her face it occurred to me that she may not have seen a porno film, and so I asked if she had.

"No ... but I've heard about them. But making one ... sounds weird."

I nodded, and said, "Yes, that's exactly how I felt about it the first time. Like, this is so weird. But it isn't weird at all. Because what I found through doing it was a very erotic form of role-play."

"I can imagine." Sissie laughed. "I lie there screaming, crying out for some guy to fuck me stupid? And, oh yeah, he's pumping into me and telling me he loves me, and stuff like that."




Handsome Ch. 27



Sissie was reacting exactly the way Hayley had said she would. She ridiculed our method, finding that weirdness within it all so entertaining as a kind of joke. I did not counter her thoughts on the subject. I stuck to the facts.

"You should try it." I told her. She grinned and sat back drinking her coffee. I could see that she was thinking about it. "Come with me and I'll introduce you to my partner. It's a woman, by the way."

Sissies' eyebrows went up at the news I had a woman as my partner.

"You mean that? You are inviting me?"

"Of course."

"Now?"

"Let me make a call."

Hayley was fine with my bringing Sissie over and twenty minutes later we were sitting in Hayley's living room watching one of our porno movies, with Hayley and me going at it.

She sat between us on the couch, giggling nervously. To ease her discomfort, Hayley giggled along with her, poking fun at my actions when possible. I remained silent, but made sure I didn't reveal any anger at being the butt of their giggling.

Some ten minutes into the film, Sissie turned to me and whispered, "Aubrey, you know, this is pretty good. You two are very good. It's very sexy watching the two of you."

"And you can do it too," I said, and gave her leg a light squeeze.

Hayley picked that moment to add, "Thing is, we need a roving camera to add that little extra."

"Yes, you can tell it's a homemade movie." Sissie replied with a smile.

"Does it make you feel horny watching me and Hayley?" I asked her.

"A little."

"Feel up to taking a screen test?" I asked.

"Yes, why not let me film the two of you in a short scene?" Hayley added.

After a brief moment's hesitation, Sissie agreed, and we gave her the basic instructions we'd given all the others that had worked with us previously.

I began kissing Sissie while Hayley set up the 

camera, (If the reader recalls, she had several hidden cameras already installed, and they had been rolling since our arrival at Hayley's.) and began filming us without saying "Action," or anything else for fear of spoiling the mood.

What neither Sissie nor I knew was that Hayley had arranged for some others to join us at a given point in the evening. I was working off the script I had given Sissie earlier, but she had not had time to read it through, having only scanned five or so pages. But I thought we could wing it easily enough.

I almost laughed out loud on finding just how much Sissie was into the movie making. She moaned, "Oh, yeah!" when I reached up under her dress and began removing her panties. Then I slowly opened the ties on her dress to reveal her pert, upturned breasts, biting and kissing her nipples into erection as Hayley moved around us, even coming in for extreme close-ups of my teeth biting down on her rosy, turgid nipple.

Eventually we were naked on the couch, and I had one of her legs on top of the couch and the other on the floor, leaving her cunt totally exposed to the camera Hayley held only three feet away from us. I wondered if Sissie was even aware of it.

"Christ, you've got me sooo hot!" Sissie gushed.

When my face was between her wide-spread thighs, I began licking her cunt, moving from the lowest point up to her clit.

"Sweet Jesus!' she crowed and grabbed my hair, while Hayley zoomed in on her facial expressions, something that really couldn't be faked.

I felt a warm gush around my lips and mouth. Her juices were really flowing and I hoped Hayley was getting it.

We segued into a rousing sixty-nine, with an occasional foray by her tongue into my anal cavity. The girl had a talent, for sure.

Eventually, I felt Sissie grow rigid, and call out, "Now! Now! Suck my clit! Please suck my clittie!"

I did, and brought her off big time.

"Cut!" Hayley yelled after a moment or two. "That was great!"

"You two were just fantastic. There are some great shots here," Hayley exclaimed happily.

I poured some wine for Sissie and me and we tried to make small talk, but Sissie was too jacked up for that.

"I can't believe I get paid for this. It's ... It's too much man, I really ... you really sell this stuff?"

"So, you're all right with it?"

"No. I mean, yes, I want to do it. But I'm not comfortable with the idea of so many others being around.

"Come on, Sissie, admit it, you forgot all about Hayley, didn't you?"

"Well ... I don't know. Maybe after a while, but..."

Hayley joined us about than and leaped in with her version of what was happening.

"I know how nervous it makes you feel at first, but it wasn't all because of the first time experience. The thought of what you were doing made gave you a rush too. I'd say it's a mixture of emotions until the real erotic emotion takes over until the adrenalin starts pounding through your veins."

With our wine finished, I took Sissies' hand and led her to the master bedroom. (Actually Hayley's bedroom, but in a house that size, only the owner's knew that for certain.)

"Suck him." Hayley said matter-of-factly. "Go ahead, taste his cock for me."

Sissie did exactly as told; lapping my swollen glans like it was a Popsicle in her favorite flavor.

"Oh yes! That's good, Sissie," Hayley cooed, "You are really good at this!"

I hadn't cum yet and hoped Hayley bore this little fact in mind as she issued instructions.

Meanwhile, Sissie was using her mouth, tongue and fingers.

I groaned for the camera's benefit, and pulled out of her mouth with some reluctance, aimed my dick at her face and let go ... a hot rope of ejaculate shot over Sissies' head and just missed the camera lens Hayley had aimed at me.

It did hit her arm and caused her to jerk the camera, effectively ending the scene.

I poured us all some wine, and Hayley couldn't wait to run that last bit for us to see again and again. We laughed hysterically at my antics and Hayley's knee-jerk reaction.

There was no doubt that we had more adventures yet to come on another date with the video camera.



Handsome Ch. 28



Chapter 28

This Time We Used a Script

Later that night Noreen arrived at Hayley's, and we tested her as we had Sissie.

Hayley thought her a natural for the camera, especially the way she masturbated while I was fucking her ass.

We also learned that she was more than willing to go girl — girl, which pleased Hayley, who had an older woman who she could pair Noreen in one of the scripted scenes.

We also decided to hold off on Marie Elena until the following week, with Hayley using one or more of the new guys she had found. (I never inquired into just how she "found" them, figuring she got them the same way I found Noreen, Sissie and Marie Elena.) 

And so, on Sunday, we sat around Hayley's pool, Noreen, Sissie, Hayley, her new cameraman, and me, going over the script, and certain camera angles that the cameraman thought might work best with certain scenes.

Sandra was also present; you may recall that I helped her get an abortion a short time ago. Her job was to write the dialogue on cue cards and hold them up for us to read just out of camera range. She had offered to participate, but Hayley offered to pay her just as much as the other girls just to hold the cards, and act as the occasional fluffer. [1]

[1] One who performs fellatio to keep the male actors erect between actual filming.

An hour later everyone was in position, and Hayley called out, "Roll 'em!" and we were off and running.

The scene we were shooting took place in the master bath of Hayley's parent's spacious mansion. They were off skiing in the Swiss Alps, so we had the place all to ourselves.

Sissie: "I spent my whole day thinking about what we could do today, and I thought of some scrumptiously nasty things. Look you can see how dripping wet my pussy is for you."

(That line had to be re-shot four times because it cracked us both up. First, Sissie broke up at the word, "Dripping." Then I started laughing; and the next two times we broke up together, kind of like little kids in church knowing that they had better be quit, but unable to conform. We took a short break while Sissie repeated the word dripping over and over, and then shot the bit perfectly on the following take.)

We quickly undressed and slid into the huge tub and soaped one another up. Of course, may hand went to her snatch and began fingering her until she sank down and took my dick into her mouth sucking me off for about two minutes.

Hayley called, "Cut," and we took a short break while they repositioned one of the cameras. Sandra fluffed me, getting me up to speed again and then we resumed our love making in the tub, this time we had Sissie squatting over my lap with her back to me and slowly impaling her pussy onto my waiting cock. I felt her velvety folds engulf me and tried to ignore the cameraman just four feet away filming us.

Sandra moved into Sissies' field of vision, holding the next cue card for her to read. "Hmmm," Sissie breathed, "waiting for this has made it a long day."

I cupped her firm breasts in my hands, slowly rubbing the nipples. Her tight pussy started to slowly rotate on my cock. Following Hayley's direction, I lifted Sissie up and let her down slowly. We simulated intense pleasure when in fact; it was only the mildest form of pleasure under the circumstances.

"Ahh, you're in pretty deep, lover!" she hissed. I slipped my hands under her legs, and holding her slightly to one side, sent two fingers into her already well lubricated ass.

It turned out that this sent Sissie over the edge, and with a tremulous shudder, she came.

Sandra ran in front of Sissie waving the cue card. Sissie read it without any emphasis, "Oh, I needed that."

"Cut! Sissie, a little umph, please. You just came. I mean you really came, make it sound like you enjoyed it."

"I did enjoy it! Really I did. I really came that time," She said defensively.

"Let's take it from right after you came, okay?" Sure, right after."

"Sandra, cue her, please."

Sandra held the card in front of Sissies' face. The cameraman was shooting her in profile.

"Action!"

"Oh, I needed that, Lover!" Sissie said, and slid off of me, stretching so that only her head and cunt were out of the bubbly water.

It was my turn to speak, and Sandra held my cue card just out of camera range.

"Can we try something?"

"What do you have in mind?" Sissie asked.

"Have you ever shaved your pussy?" I asked.

"No" she answered "I've trimmed it, of course, but I've never shaved it."

"Want to do it?"

"I'm always ready to try something once."

We cut about then, and took a short break. Ten minutes later we climbed into the tub again, only to have Sissie complain that the water was getting cold. I had to agree with her, and we lost another couple minutes while some hot water was pumped into the tub and the level of bubbles was arranged to correspond with what it had been previously.

When we resumed filming, I lifted her up until she was sitting on the edge of the bath; her legs spread wide, water dripping down her swollen pussy lips. I took the bar of soap, rubbed a thick lather in my hands, and then onto the hair around her pussy. I leant across and took the razor and moved as if to actually shave her.

"Cut!"

"What's wrong?" I asked innocently.

"We can't let you shave her," Hayley said, but I could see she was thinking about just that.

"I shave myself, why not Sissie?"

"You promise not to cut me?" Sissie asked.

"Yes, of course, I promise."

"Aubrey, have you ever shaved a woman before?" Hayley asked.

"No, but..."

"Allen," Hayley asked the cameraman, Have you?"

"No, I haven't had the pleasure." He responded.

Sandra piped in, "I can do it."

"Sorry, Sandra, your hands are a dead give-away," Hayley said and heaved a big sigh.

"I have a suggestion," I said, and waited for Hayley to bite.

"I'm listening, Bree."

"Allen, just how close can you get with that thing?" By thing, I meant his camera.

"For that shot, pretty damn close."

"What if, and I mean what if ... I start the shaving stroke, then we cut before I actually touch her pussy. Then someone, say Sandra, or even Hayley or Sissie herself draws the blade over her skin?"

"Well..." Hayley said slowly, "Sissie can't do it, the angle of the razor is all wrong. But Sandra can do it. Allen can keep a tight focus on her twat the whole time. When necessary, I can get a shot of you with the razor, and we can splice them when we edit."

"You can also shoot Sissies' facial expression as we proceed," I said. "For example, I lean in to make that first crucial stroke, and someone catches the nervous expression on her face. Can you manage to look nervous, Sissie?"

"Are you shitting me?" she replied and everyone laughed. We were going to do it my way.

It worked out just fine. Soon, Sissie sat in the tub with a pussy as bald as the day she was born. I took a sponge, and held it under the hot water tap, "This will be very hot," I said, "If I don't clean your pussy like this you'll liable to get a really itchy rash."

"Okay," she said, "I'll grit my teeth."

Hayley ignored the ad-libbing on both our part, but I had spoken the truth, for as I applied the hot sponge to her freshly shaven pussy, she gasped "That was hot! You had better sooth it now!"

"Keep rolling!" Hayley barked, and I bent down and sucked Sissies' labia into my mouth. Sissie groaned with intense satisfaction. This was not a faked orgasm. It wasn't even an orgasm, but it sure looked and sounded like one.

We cut about then, and readied the camera angles for the next shot, which had us getting out of the tub and heading into the bedroom.

Sandra held the cue card up, and Sissie read her line, and nailed it. "Let's get out of this tub and take it into the bedroom."

The next scene called for the doorbell to ring as we were toweling ourselves off. With cameras rolling, Sissie walked to the front door clad in an oversized towel, opened the door and greeted Noreen. And with the camera following them at a discreet distance, the girls walked into the bedroom where I was waiting.

"Noreen stopped by to say hello," she said. "Hi Ted," (my screen name) Noreen said, "Hi, Noreen, it's been a while. But it's good to see you."

"It's good to see you, too, Ted, she replied and looked like she meant it. Departing from the script, I let the towel fall to the floor and hoped the cameraman would catch Noreen's expression. He didn't, but Hayley did.

Noreen looked even better that the last time I had seen her. I had always thought she had attractive features. Following the script, she walked into the room and sat down on the couch. Her short sun dress barely covering her crotch. Noreen licked her lips, and slowly crossed her legs, giving me a good look at her panty-less pussy.

Again following the script, I quickly looked across at Sissie who was now standing at the foot of the bed. She had a wry smile on her face.

"Let's get something to drink," I said to Sissie. As we got into the kitchen I took Sissie by the arm. "What's going on?" I asked, "Noreen is practically undressing me with her eyes."

Sissie giggled. "I have a confession to make" she said "I told Noreen about last night. We've become really close over the last few months." Sandra fumbled the cue card, picked it up and moved quickly to a point from which I could read it.

I paused to help Sandra reach her spot. I knew my line, but didn't want her looking bad, so I just looked at Sissie a long moment before responding. "Just how close do you mean?" I said laconically. 

Sissie feigned a blush, and hung her head. "I missed you ... I needed someone to talk to. After a while I ... Noreen and I both realized that we were both sexually frustrated. Well ... one thing led to another, and before we knew it we were both masturbating. Then she offered to do me, and I did her and..."

I feigned shock. This was the part where my so called heterosexual girlfriend told me she was bisexual.

"I'm sorry Ted" she said, "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Hurt me. I laughed, "The thought of you and Noreen licking each other's cunt is a big turn-on, baby!"

Sissie looked relieved. "It doesn't end there" she said.

"Oh?" I said.

"Noreen wants to taste that big cock of yours, and I agreed. I hope you don't mind."

"Mind," I said, "what are we waiting for?" I quickly pulled Sissies' towel off and tossed it on top of mine.

Noreen looked up as we walked naked into the room. A broad smile crossed her face. She took the hem of her dress and lifted it up over her head. She was wearing flimsy pair of pale blue panties and no bra. Her nipples were hard. "Sissie tells me you're a great lay," she said.

I just nodded.

"Well come on over here, and show me."

I walked over and knelt in front of her. I pushed my face gently into her warm mound. My nose drank in the aroma of her pussy through the fabric. I was surprised as the crotch of her panties was quite moist. Had she been fluffed before coming into the scene?

It didn't really matter and I kept going, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down and burying my face in her hairy muff, licking at her until she began to moan of her own volition and not faking it.

Her hands were behind my head, urging me deeper. From the corner of my eye, I saw Sandra frantically waving her cue card. 

Pulling my face from Noreen's cunt, I read it. I had forgotten my line, so I blurted, "Wait, I want to see the two of you in action, before I cum."

The fact that I wasn't about to cum had nothing to do with the situation. That was the line, and I delivered it without challenging it.

"Not a problem," Noreen chirped, "I can't wait to get a taste of that shaved pussy."

Noreen and Sissie embraced as I took another step back. Then Sissie turned around and brought Noreen's hands to her breasts. While Noreen teased her nipples, Sissie cupped Noreen's face with one hand and began nibbling on her earlobe. I watched transfixed. These girls were for real! This wasn't acting, they were really into it. Noreen sighed and began running a hand over Sissies' body, scratching her back, her armpits then returning to her nipples.

Sissie was licking a pulsing vein in Noreen's neck, and I saw the cameraman zooming in on it, capturing the moment for posterity.

"You like?" Noreen purred.

"Oh, yes, velly much!" Sissie replied, imitating a pseudo Japanese accent.

Noreen led her to the bed, had Sissie lay down on her stomach, and began a semi-massage, caressing her neck, shoulders, spine and buttocks.

Sissie moaned her pleasure at each firm stroke of Noreen's hands. And then, with one hand on a hip, she rolled Sissie over, climbed on the bed and crouched at her feet.

"You are one lovely lady," she cooed and Sissie giggled. Noreen leaned forward and supporting herself with one hand ran the other through Sissies' pubic hair, combing it straight down onto her labia.

"Close your eyes," she murmured softly. Then, leaving her hand resting lightly on Sissies' mound, Noreen teased each of her nipples in turn until Sissie began to writhe on the sheets.

"Cut!" Hayley shouted and everyone turned to look at her. We were, all of us mesmerized by the two women on the bed. Not Hayley. She and she alone had remembered that the scene was being filmed without a key additive.

"The honey! You forgot the fucking honey, Noreen!" "Oh, shit! I'm sorry. I got caught up with Sissie ... and ...."

"Hey, it's all right. Except for that you two have been superb! Now let's just run that last part over and see where we can pick it up. It's a minor thing ... I mean we can edit the damn tape later, but let's see, where was the honey supposed to be?"

Sandra was thumbing through what passed for a script and shaking her head.

"What is it Sandra?" Hayley asked.

"I don't see anything about honey in this..." "That piece of shit doesn't cover half the stuff we're doing. Let me think..."

"Okay ... Noreen; let's go back to the point just before you climb up on the bed with her." Hayley looked around. "Anybody know where the honey is? Don't tell me we gotta run out and buy some."

I had been rummaging around in the kitchen cabinets and found a half filled jar of honey and brought it back to the bedroom, and handed it to Hayley, who in turn gave it to Noreen.

Two minutes later the cameras were rolling again, with Noreen dribbling the honey on Sissies' breasts.

"Oh," Sissie moaned. She knew what was coming and the anticipation was too much for her. 

Noreen slowly licked the honey from each turgid nipple as Hayley filmed it from less than a foot away.

The women kissed, it was a hungry kiss, filled with passion and yearning. More than that, from the cameras perspective, it was real and the viewer was there next to them watching avidly.

Watching from several feet away I remember thinking, anyone watching this movie won't be able to keep their hands off themselves or anyone near them.

"Touch me," Sissie whispered. Noreen kissed her again, but tweaked her left nipple and Sissie groaned into her mouth.

Wresting her lips away, Noreen hissed, "What's the magic word?"

"Please." Sissie whimpered.

"Please what?"

"Please touch me..."

"Touch you where?"

"My clit ... my cunt ... both!"

"Show me where."

Slowly, very slowly, Sissie brought a finger down, slipped it into her pussy and at a snail's pace made it trace a path to her clit. She moaned, and the hand dropped away to her side.

"So sweet!" Noreen exclaims -- remember these girls are working without benefit of a script during this time — and then her tongue is there ... on Sissies' magic spot licking and slurping away feveredly.

"Please ... Harder!"

But Noreen chooses to blow gently on her folds, creating yet another unexpected sensation and Sissie starts to cum.

Seeing this, Noreen leans in and all but devours her pussy, carrying Sissie from one crest to the next.

Suddenly Sandra is slapping my arm and pointing to the script. I realized this is the point where I join the two on the bed, and that I am to mount Sissie and fuck her brains out.

I vaulted onto the bed, jarring both girls back to reality. Noreen was quick to grasp the situation and yelled out "Lay down, um, Ted. Sissie you straddle him, but don't let him in you ... not just yet!"

Sissie did as Noreen asked, and with her back to my face she hovered over me, until Noreen guided her down to meet my sky searching cock. Still it was Noreen, who holding me taut, rubbed me against Sissies' clit and then placed me into her soft, feathery, throbbing snatch.

Sissie was coming with my first thrust and didn't stop until I came inside her. I spoiled the terrific cum shot Hayley sought, but didn't give a shit.

Anyway, Noreen more than saved the day, for as I pulled out of Sissie, Noreen placed her face next to Sissies' cunt, and as my sperm began oozing out in a long spool that at first, clung to her lips, Noreen stuck her long tongue out and caught every drop. 

In retrospect, it was a fantastic act, and the way each camera filmed it, wound up being screened in a series of three slow motion shots so good the film was nominated for the top award before release.

But it was never released. I'll tell you why later.

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The next to last game of the season ended: Us 9; Them 7.

It was still raining hard on the way home, everybody was hollering, hanging out the bus windows, messing around like this was some crazed field trip. I'm right in there with them, waving and yellin' at every car that passes.

Well, almost everybody. In the seat ahead of me, Sammy Mason, our other running back, sits stiff and silent. He won't turn around, won't talk to anyone, even though the game is over and his two fumbles are already forgotten.

I leaned forward and whispered, "We won, Sammy, we won. Forget everything else, it doesn't matter."

He didn't turn his head. I figure he's still visualizing the fumbles, and they were costly fumbles that probably cost us at least one touchdown. But shit, we won, and that what counts, isn't it?"

A car honked as it passed us. It had dark green and white crepe paper streaming from the antenna; Our Team Won! Is written on the side of the car with what I figured was shaving cream, but how it stayed on the car in all that rain is still a mystery to me. Anyway, the guys on my side of the bus cheered out the windows, and one of the girls in the car, they were all girls, mooned us, making our day.

"Hey Sam," I say kindly, "go get hammered with Shirley, you'll feel a lot better."

He didn't bother to respond. A few minutes later the bus pulled into the school parking lot and we got off.

Several of the guys approached me: Johnny Demastri, Bam-Bam Norton, J. P. Pacillo, and Johnny Mack Brown. They were still talking about what Bam-Bam had done on hearing that his opponent on the other team was going to Notre Dame on full scholarship.

As they lined up against one another, Bam-Bam had to ask him if it were true.

"In about 2 seconds you're gonna see how true it is, Mother-fucker!" the new pride of that famous Jesuit University proclaimed.

It was more like four seconds, actually, before the ball was snapped, but Bam-Bam was across the line and smashing his fist into the others throat, and then with the stricken opponent gasping for breath - well, maybe even before that, it happened so fast — Bam-Bam threw his weight into the guys left knee, ripping it up. We later heard that he never made it to the Notre Dame campus after it healed.

That's football; joyful at times, merciless at others. After the game the guys wanted to go have a few beers to celebrate, but I declined.

"Got a hot date," I shouted to much good-natured laughter. They knew it was with Hayley, and forgave me. J. P. added that he wished it was him had the hot date with Hayley, and I got into my car amid even more laughter, and waved goodbye. ________________________________________




Handsome Ch. 28



I dropped by Hayley's and was surprised to meet another girl she had found for this week's movie. But there was a problem. Hayley was positive this girl, Libby, actually, had a bit of an inferiority complex.

Hayley told me this shortly after I arrived. I couldn't believe it. Libby, nineteen, was good looking, had a great body, especially her ass; but she supported Hayley's theory by claiming her ass was too big.

I sat down on the couch across from Libby and accepted a beer from Hayley. As usual, her parents were off to a meeting in another city. I think this time it was Toronto.

Libby had dressed for the "interview" in a short, low cut and tight dress. Her bra pushed her firm breasts up into a delightful cleavage. Libby complained that she couldn't find any clothes that didn't make her backside look fat. I'd laughed and studied her study her quite openly as I sipped my beer.

There was no doubt this made her nervous. She was tall, around 5'9" with short dark hair. Her breasts were on the small side, but looked firm enough to me. Hayley had given me a sheet of paper with Libby's vitals on it. She was 130 pounds and rounded out to a nice, 34-24-36.

Aware of my scrutiny she feigned a pleasant smile and said, "Well?"

'You're no Marilyn Monroe, but then again, who is? Your ass is just fine. I would testify in court under oath that it is perhaps your greatest asset, um, physically.

Libby grimaced and stood up. "My greatest asset?" she stuck her ass out at me. "This giant butt? Well, I certainly don't. I'm massive in comparison to my girlfriends."

I shot back, "I'll bet your girlfriends still have girl's figures. You, Libby, are a full-fledged woman."

She had to laugh at that, and perked up for the first time.

"Have you ever done anal?"

"What?"

"We're here to discuss making a fuck film. It's a reasonable question under the circumstances. Hasn't Hayley gone over that with you?"

Hayley jumped in just then, saying, "Actually, Aubrey I was waiting for you to get here before broaching that subject."

"But Libby knows what we expect her to do, right?"

"Well, yes..."

"I'm not quite clear on what's expected ... I mean, you want me to do another woman?"

I held my hands up in the air. "We make fuck films. You know what that is?"

"Of course I do. I thought that I'd take my clothes off and get it on with some stud ... something like that."

"That's right. Off with the clothes and hop on a dick. Hi-ho-Silver, away!"

Both girls started laughing at my line.

Libby gave her ass an exaggerated wiggle and said, "So you really like looking at this?"

"Let's quit fucking around, Libby," I said. "Take off your clothes. Let's see what you've got."

I fully expected a pout and declination from her. But Libby was game and shrugged out of her dress, and stood defiantly in front of us in pushup bra and pantyhose.

I placed both hands on the upper parts of her ass cheeks and kept them there for a few moments. I figured this would give her a chance to walk away without feeling groped in case I've misread her. She stood still, and I gradually let my hands roam over her wonderful ass, gripping and squeezing them.

I heard her moan, and stopped. Only to have her push back against my hands, encouraging them to do more.

I used my thumbs to press into the crack between each flawless half-moon and kissed each one in turn.

I glanced over at Hayley, who was watching my every move. She nodded in a positive way.

I have never liked the feel of pantyhose, preferring high tops made of silk or something similar. Counting to four and not getting any resistance, I pulled the pantyhose down to her ankles, and tried not to tear them.

I removed her shoes, and then slowly begin to move my hands back up her legs. I let my fingertips linger here and there, even left a few wet kisses behind her knees.

A pungent aroma reached my nostrils, evidence of Libby's arousal. My cock was as hard as ever, but it's her ass that needs my immediate attention, and I try my best to do it justice; kissing, licking and nipping at it.

"You're ass is fantastic," I murmured into her ear and teased her rosebud with my thumb.

"Go easy!" Libby moaned her voice filled with apprehension and excitement.

"I wouldn't hurt this ... the Mona Lisa of asses for all the tea in China," I said softly.

"You ... you're full of it," she giggled.

"I hope you're not. Especially back here."

"You're gonna put it to me back there?"

"I'm thinking about it."

"I don't ... I don't think so. We can just fuck ... this is only like an interview, right, Hayley?"

"Well ... maybe a little more than an interview, but yeah, I guess. You don't have to do anything, Libby."

"How much money are we talking about?"

"For the interview, nothing; for a movie, you'll start at $2000 and work up."

"Two thousand?"

"That's right."

"That's real good money."

"So, are we on, Lib?" I asked.

"I guess..."

I resumed stroking and squeezing her ass. Small moans and whimpers come from above me, telling me she likes what I'm doing. My hand crept between her legs and rubbed her outer lips. They were quite wet.

"I need ... I better sit down," Libby groaned as her knees began to sag. I caught her in my arms before she fell and laid her on the couch. Ever resourceful, Hayley slipped a large towel under her. It wouldn't do to have to explain those kinds of stains to her mother in a day or so.

I spread her legs and began finger fucking her, eventually getting three into her tight twat. 

Libby became quite vocal and I stopped abruptly. "What? Why did you stop?" she groaned.

"Get yourself off," I said tersely.

"Huh? Come on ... I was almost there, Aubrey!"

"This is an interview," I said. "This isn't a free frig session. You're being tested for a role in our next movie for which you'll be paid pretty well. It's time you understood where you're place is in the big scheme of things around here."

Trying to act as a mediator, Hayley said, "Libby, please try to understand that Bree is mostly right. He could have been a little more tactful, but this is a business. Why not listen to him. Following orders is a big part of the job. Not following orders ... well, it costs us money. Money we don't have. Do you understand?"

Libby, fearing that she would lose the opportunity at the $2000, or more, didn't say a word, but spread her legs toward us and cupped her mons with her left hand while wetting the fingers of her right hand by sticking them in her mouth.

I glanced at Hayley, who nodded appreciatively. "So far, so good," she said in a soft voice to Libby.

"Huh!" Libby grunted, and splayed her labia open with the fingers of her left hand and rubbed her now-pointy clit with the other.

"Feels like a small dick," she said, and might well have been talking to herself, as she scissored the nub scant inches above her slit.

"I didn't think she'd be this vocal," Hayley whispered. "I hope the cameras are loaded and running."

"You didn't check?" I asked.

"Not enough time."

"Oh, fuh ... fuck!" Libby grunted as her left foot shot out over the arm of the couch and hit the wall.

I went to the fridge and got Hayley and me a beer, popped them open and looked back at Libby. She was sort of sitting up straight, almost lifted, leaning a little forward. All I can really see from where I stand is her back, and how her arms seem to drop into her lap and disappear.

"Jesus Christ," I grumble when I return with the beers. A slightly different perspective reveals Libby is riding her thumb for all she's worth. I suddenly tossed a cold beer to Libby, who shrieked and called me a son-of-a-bitch. Catching a cold beer between the press of your hot thighs will do that.

"Hump on that a while, maybe help you simmer down."

Libby left off masturbating long enough to crack open her beer, take two big slugs, then fixed me with a look. "You are truly a sick man, Aubrey."

I don't say a word. She glared at me, took another sip of the beer and tossed the can back at me. Fortunately I caught it, or my reputation as an athlete would have been torn to shreds.

We got into a brief staring contest, and then with a certain élan which I have never been able to fathom, Libby resumed fingering herself.

It was Hayley's laughter that caused me to say, "Well, hell," I started tugging at my belt. "If you can jerk-off in the living room, so can I."

Libby seemed to get very interested in my big boy after I dropped my drawers and shook it out. 

Staring at me, she busied all ten fingers in her crotch while I slowly stroked myself to full size. "What do you want me to do next?" she taunted. But I caught a glint of something else in her eye. She wanted to fuck me. She wanted to get it on in a big way.

"Oh, I don't know. You have something in mind?" Hayley elbowed me then, and a second later Libby bellowed, "Come here and fuck me, you lousy bastard."

I went to her and she hugged me tight against her; one arm slung over my back, the other putting my cock right where she wanted it. I have to say, Libby had a hell of a pussy on her. Tight wasn't the word for it. It was pulling at my dick, and she was squirting love juice all over us, bathing our crotches in her sweet sauce. And by God, she was bucking back like she was the one with the cock.

Later, after Libby had left, and that was around midnight, we replayed some of what Hayley'd gotten on tape. Sounds. A menagerie of sounds broadcasting her pleasure. Mewls, growls, whinnies, snorts, roars and trumpeting. 

I definitely missed most of it the first time around. Of course the blood was rushing from my brain to my dick and that was noisy enough for me at the time.

I recall saying to her: "So Libby, you sort of like this, too, huh?"

To which she demurely responded, "Shut the fuck up and screw me!"

Well, four more thrusts and I was spewing like Nanu the whale. But even with me shrinking down to nothing, she won't let me out of her; that cunt ... that special cunt, kept sucking away at me and all of a sudden I realize she's getting a better grip on me, I'm not going anyplace in the foreseeable future.

Shoney's Big Boy had nothing on me! So, we had a cunt and a cock both greedy for more. Who could possibly argue with that?

Ten minutes later, we were both finished, me for the night, Libby for a few minutes.

You may recall that during the early part of Libby's so-called interview, she emphatically stated she didn't do girls. Remember? She lied. She lied big time.

Okay, I did have something to do with her recanting. I was fizzled out. Hayley was panting like a two-year old gelding after finishing second in the Kentucky derby. So I casually suggested that maybe, just maybe Libby would honor me by allowing me to watch the two of them perform a sixty-nine.

Libby frowned at first, then looked at Hayley and said, "How fast can you get those clothes off?"

Evidently Hayley got rid of them fast enough to suit Libby and in no time at all they were clit to lip and lip to clit.

They put on quite an enthusiastic show for me and the hidden cameras.

They ate each other to orgasm, coming loudly and sloppily. Hayley sucked reverently on Libby's talented cunt, until she squirted again and half filled Hayley's mouth with her juice. Hayley left her then, and crawled on hands and knees to me; pulled herself up until we stood face to face and motioned for me to open my mouth. I did, and she passed a mouthful of Libby's love juice into it.

I kissed her back and she sucked what was left from my tongue and returned to Libby and did her again.

"Come for me baby," Hayley rasped. "Show Aubrey here how you can make that pretty pussy squirt again."

I was almost hard again, and stood next to them stroking my meat, with a hopeful expression on my face.

"You stick that anywhere, it's gonna be in me," Hayley said threateningly.

But Libby had a surprise for Hayley, and while she was admonishing me, Libby jammed a finger up Hayley's ass.

Hayley forgot all about me.

"Oh, God, YES! Finger my ass! Finger my cunt too!"

My guess is Libby honored the request, for seconds later, old Hayley was chanting, "God yes, I'm coming! I'm coming ... Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

This time it was Hayley who was squirting, and she let quite a bit of it land on her mother's beloved couch.

I never heard what her mother said about the very obvious stains, but then again, I never asked. ________________________________________

Our last game of the season we happened to be playing a team from the east side of town, Rutherford B. Hayes; a school where the guys fancied Mohawk haircuts. The guys at our high school wore clean Levi's with creases in them, golf shirts with little animals on the pockets, and we all had our hair brushed into Duck's asses in back.

All through the game, Curtis Maynard, probably my best friend on the team next to J. P. my best buddy, kept getting clipped, speared, hooked, tripped and piled on by a rather celebrated assassin named Dreamer Williams. 

My own theory was that Dreamer disliked Curtis because he wasn't just a good football player, he was considered cute by Dreamer's own school cheerleaders, of whom he had fucked each and everyone. Dreamer was known to us as a guy who liked to puncture tires on cars and hit people with long-handled wrenches. His vocabulary was limited to shit, piss, fuck, and more gravy.

Near the end of the game, with Curtis hobbling to the sideline, I took it upon myself to deal with Dreamer's unsportsmanlike conduct. 

I called a timeout, and ambled over to Dreamer, removed my helmet and affected the look of a guy on a genuine peace mission. But on reaching arms length of Dreamer, I said softly, "Uh ... listen, Dreamer. If you don't get off Curtis' ass, J. P.'s gonna break his hand on your face, and he won't be able to finger fuck your sister no more."

Dreamer swung on me immediately, but I was ready, and ducked out of the way, which was more or less how the referee got his jaw broken. J. P. only lost two teeth and had a bite taken out of his neck in the melee that followed.

Fortunately, I escaped without a scratch ... but I got three of the longish variety later that night in the backseat of my car, with Becky Ann Steeple, the lead Cheerleader from Rutherford B. Hayes High.

We were playoff bound, and our next opponent was a team we had beaten earlier in the season 25 — 0. ________________________________________

So let me go over what happened Saturday night. I went with Hayley to this party at her girlfriend Janet's house. It was the usual: the parents out, the alcohol plentiful, and no other football players.

I saw Eric, Janet's boyfriend and a bunch of college guys. It was good at first; and Hayley and I were having a good time. I saw a lot of good looking women there, and I envied my single friends who were able to talk their game to the ladies. 

However, I enjoyed Hayley's company, until she got drunk as hell. She couldn't dance anymore, and worse, I couldn't even talk to her. She just laughed and babbled. So when she fell asleep, I went to kitchen intent on getting smashed myself. But I didn't get that far.

Twenty minutes later, I sat in the corner of the kitchen, a bottle of tequila by my side. I was starting to feel the buzz in the cluttered kitchen. Pots and pans were scattered about from the couple of things Janet had prepared for the party, so I wasn't concerned about adding to themes, unless I threw up. 

At any rate, I closed my eyes, so I didn't notice when this girl I had been eyeing earlier came into the kitchen pulled down her panties and squatted over a colander bowl that had somehow wound up on the floor.

Maybe the tequila made me think I was hallucinating, but I was strangely quiet as she pissed in the large bowl. I probably thought the lines at the bathroom were too long. 

A few moments later, I realized she might have been too drunk to comprehend that this was not a bathroom and the bowl was not a toilet.

I walked over to her as she finished. She gave out a short scream. Then she smiled at me.

"What are you doing in here?" she drawled drunkenly.

"Um ... this is the kitchen, good looking," I informed her.

She looked around. "What're you talking about?"

She began looking for toilet paper. I got her some paper towels and she wiped her pussy.

"This is the kitchen. You just took a leak in the kitchen."

She stopped smiling. Her face changed from a look of disbelief to shock to horror. She dropped her piss soaked paper towel on the floor and buried her face in her hands. 

I might add that her panties were still around her knees.

I used that as an opportunity to thoroughly examine her. Very nice tits, a well-curved ass, short blond hair. Knowing I was getting nothing from Hayley that night, I thought I just might nail this lovely creature.

"Oh my God!" she cried out and the onset of panic set in. I looked outside of the door to see if anyone was coming. I then threw away the paper towel, and looked at the floor. "Stay right there," I said sternly. "I don't want you tracking the piss all over the place. Don't worry, I'll clean it up."

She remained in place, only pulling her undies back up, but not before I got a gander at her shaven pussy.

I grabbed a handful of paper towels and wiped up the mess. She might have pissed a quart for all the towels I had to use.

Fortunately, there was a large can for paper products in the kitchen and I made use of it. And, after checking the condition of the floor and finding it satisfactory, I turned to the girl and asked her what her name was.

"Kira," she replied, looking into my eyes. "You know you have bedroom eyes?"

"Do I? Well no one's ever told me that before."

"You do ... you really do."

"You have a terrific body, Kira. Anyone ever tell you that?"

"Not after watching me pee."

I laughed, she joined me, "Another first for me," I said and pulled her against me and frenched her. It took a moment before she frenched back, then she pulled away, and said, "Wait, I don't even know your name!"

"Aubrey, my name is Aubrey."

"Aubrey!" she smiled. "I've never kissed someone on the toilet before." I kissed her again. "You're not on the toilet. You're in the fucking kitchen, and you've pissed in a whatchamacallit ... a colander."

"Ohmygod, promise me you won't tell anyone," she slurred, still a little drunk.

"Don't worry."

"Got anything to drink?"

I handed her the Tequila, and she drank from the bottle, handed it back. I put the bottle on the kitchen counter and led her to the nearest bedroom. 

It was occupied by two guys and a young girl. She was handling them rather well for someone as young as she was. I moved on to the next bedroom and found it empty. We went in and Kira flopped on the bed.

"Kiss me?" she said, holding her arms out to me.

I kissed her while opening her blouse and unhooking her bra. As I moved down to her breast I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. We were not alone.

"Hey!" a male voice called out. It was Eric, Janet's BF, and he was not with Janet.

"Hey, Eric. Fancy meeting you here." The girl he had with him was on her knees with his dick in her mouth, and she was oblivious to us.

"You met Kira, yet?" I asked.

"No, hi Kira."

"Um, hi," she said and pulled at my arm wanting to get the hell out of the bedroom.

"Mind if we use the bed?" I asked.

"No, we're fine right here," he said.

"Okay with you, Kira?"

"I don't..."

"You pissed on the floor; you shouldn't mind sharing a room while you fuck."

"Who said anything about...?"

I kissed her again and mauled her breasts. In less than a minute she was moaning and had her legs reaching for the ceiling. I never bothered to take her panties off, just pulled them to the side and slammed it to her.




Handsome Ch. 28



The other girl took note and dragged Eric over to the bed and mounted him while facing us.

"Let's see who cums first!' she chirped and rode the hell out of poor Eric.

I took my time, and brought the both of us off. The other girl had forgotten about the 'who cums first bet, ' and was getting dressed, managing to ignore the fact that we were still screwing next to her.

Afterwards, Kira and I lay on the bed, watching the sweat dripping off our bodies. She laughed. "I don't even know your name," she whispered.

I shushed her, told her it wasn't important.

Eric and the girl left the room. I could tell this made her hot. I found a condom and flipped her over. I stuck my cock in her cunt from behind and fucked her doggy style while she played with her nipples until we came again.

I held her in my arms for a few minutes, then thought to check the time. I looked at my watch. "We better get out of here," I whispered. 

But Kira had fallen asleep. I dressed and went downstairs; Hayley was sitting in the chair where I'd left her, awake, but still looking a little faded.

"Where were you?" she asked.

"Partying. Hey, how long have you been awake?" I quickly said.

"About five minutes," she yawned.

"Well, it's time to go."

I drove her home. I think she could tell that I smelled like sweat and sex, but she fell asleep in the car, and I didn't think she'd remember much of that party anyway. 

________________________________________

Monday morning I was sitting in my Geometry class, killing time watching the teacher, Miss Felez, a twenty-three year-old redhead from Costa Rica.

I had heard the grapevine rumors that Miss Felez and the physics teacher had a thing going, but it was only a rumor. Mr. Theodore was hardly a stud, and probably ten years older than her. But from what I knew about women, that meant next to nothing.

My boredom dropped away like an autumn leaf as Miss Felez moved from behind her desk and began to pace back and forth in front of the class. Her thighs were flashing out from under her miniskirt and I was certain that her very appearance was another school board prohibition. 

Teachers were required to be staid, and not given to any conduct that might affect our youthful hormone driven minds.

In my hormone driven mind, this Latin beauty was playing numerous roles in the next few films Hayley and I put together; of course I would be playing the male lead alongside her.

My daydream was interrupted when I realized that two huge men were standing next to my desk. I looked up; they were at least the size of NFL defensive linemen.

"Aubrey Morgenthall," one said ominously, "You are under arrest." He followed with what I believe to have been a Miranda warning. I was told to stand, and did. I was handcuffed with my hands behind my back and marched out of the school.

I saw two police cars, and what I assumed was Hayley's head in the back of the lead car. I was ushered into the second car, and taken to the local precinct, and then fingerprinted, photographed and taken to a cell and left there.

I knew I had the right to a phone call and at the first opportunity asked permission to make it. The guard laughed in my face and walked away.

That's when the fear hit me. I had been arrested for making the films. 

Eventually I got to make my call. And, while it seemed like years, it was only two hours before my mother showed up with a lawyer in tow.

There was a sequence of "what have you done?" And "why did you do it?"

From my mother, but before I could answer, the lawyer told me to remain quiet and not say a word until he had advised me as to what was going on.

"You've been arrested for making films involving the use of minors performing sexual acts, plain and simple, Child Pornography."

"But that's not true!"

"Doesn't matter, if you were present when a minor and by the way, that would include yourself ... performed any sexual act, then you're involved in Child Pornography. To be specific and I need to be specific for your benefit, Aubrey, the law reads as follows: 'any visual depiction, including any photograph, film, video, picture, or computer or computer-generated image or picture, whether made or produced by electronic, mechanical, or other means, of sexually explicit conduct where: (A) the production of such visual depiction involves the use of a minor engaging in sexually explicit conduct. (B) Such visual depiction is, or appears to be, of a minor engaging in sexually explicit conduct.© Such visual depiction has been created, adapted, or modified to appear that an identifiable minor is engaging in sexually explicit conduct. (D) Such visual depiction is advertised, promoted, presented, described, or distributed in such a manner that conveys the impression that the material is or contains a visual depiction of a minor engaging in sexually explicit conduct.'"

He shuffled some papers and resumed talking to me. "The DA more than likely has one or more films with you in them, or you wouldn't be here. We don't know yet, but will by tomorrow. They also arrested a young lady from your school..."

"Hayley!" I blurted.

"Yes, that's her name ... last name is..." He was thumbing through a sheaf of paper, "For distributing said films, and have warrants out for the arrest of several other individuals, whom we know next to nothing about."

"Never mind," I said, then turned to my mother and apologized for causing her all this trouble.

"Aubrey, we want to get you out of here, and will..." She said and started to cry.

The lawyer, whose name I didn't get at the time, interrupted her. "We can't get bail today. They're deliberately holding you over night. In the morning they'll take you in front of the judge and we'll be there will bail money. That will get you home until the trial. But you're here for the night. I must warn you not to talk with anyone about your problem. Someone, either a guard or another prisoner may try talking to you. Best advice, don't talk back. Be Silent John for the night and until we bail you out tomorrow."

"Why can't I talk to anyone?" I asked.

"It wouldn't be the first time someone befriended a prisoner and then turned around and testified against them for favors in their own sentencing. Further, they have been known to lie about what was said. So keep that mouth closed, got it?"

I nodded, and a minute or so later, after hugging my mother, they left me there alone and scared to death.

Needless to say it was a long, sleepless night. I worried more about Hayley than myself, for reasons I no longer remember. 

I was given breakfast at seven, and then, wearing an orange jump suit and leg-irons, marched into court. I saw my mother and my lawyer, whose name I then learned was Smathers.

The judge told me I was charged with a total of 23 crimes, of which the only one I remembered was Child Pornography. 

My attorney jumped in, and plead me not guilty. I was released to my mother after bail was posted with the strict admonition that I was not to contact Hayley or Janet, or a Mrs. Teannel.

It took me a few seconds before I realized that Mrs. Teannel was non-other than Claire, with whom I'd made our first hour length feature. That meant they (the prosecution) had our first three tapes. I shuddered thinking it would only get worse when the others surfaced.

I was given my clothing back and left the courthouse only to be besieged by three television news crews, and a dozen or so reporters, all screaming questions at me and taking videos and pictures from the moment I walked out the door until I closed the car door behind me.

My mother just about ignored me when we got home, so I went to my room and started to call Hayley, only to hang up after remembering what the judge had warned me about. All they need to do is check our phone record and they'll know I called her, I thought. 

A moment later my phone rang, and I answered. "Hello?"

"It's me," Hayley said.

"You calling from your own phone?"

"Fuck no! Think I'm stupid? I bought a clean cell. I'll be quick. My father has just hired a high powered attorney..."

"That's great you're going to need one, I..."

"Shut up! He's going to represent all of us. Well maybe not Claire, she's over twenty-one and will have to fend for herself."

"I have an attorney..."

"I know, shut up and listen, will you?"

"Okay."

"This guy costs a fortune. Fortunately my dad is loaded and doesn't want my name, or his besmirched ... that's his word, not mine. This guy went to school with the judge. Not the one we saw today. The one we'll be facing at the trial.

Don't ask me how I know, I just know. The thing is my guy can pull strings your guy doesn't know exist. The thing is everyone in our videos is of legal age. I'm told they think otherwise and that's what all the fuss is about. We'll get off with a slap on the hand, and we'll most likely get to keep our money. 

Oh, that's another thing. Tell no one about the money. We're still considered kids. Our story is that we were taken advantage of."

"By whom?" I asked.

"Who the fuck knows? We just were -- that's all."

"Okay. What do I tell my mom?"

"Nothing. You don't know anything. Just go with the flow. I've talked to this guy, and that's what he told me to tell you."

And that's what I did. Two days later my mother called me downstairs and told me the good news. We had a fancy attorney taking over our case. Mr. Smathers had advised Mom to allow this gentleman, a Mr. Craft, to take over for him. He also told her that Mr. Craft was already engaged and paid for by Hayley's father. This meant that our legal costs, some $84,000, for which Mom had mortgaged our home, had vanished. 

Mom was elated on that count, but petrified that I might be sent off to prison and be labeled a sex offender for the remainder of my life.

What actually happened was this: the principal pieces of evidence, i.e. the three videos, mysteriously disappeared from the police storage center. 

This is not all that unusual, although the DA certainly thought so. Seized drugs have a long history of wandering off, before, during and after trial of drug peddlers. The Chief of Police chalked it up to some horny cop, or cops who wanted to watch the tapes, and who had then destroyed the evidence rather than risk getting caught returning them.

Even at eighteen I knew better than that. Mr. Craft had paid someone to remove and either destroy the tapes or give them to him and he destroyed them. 

We were all released to go on with our lives. Janet left town to live with an aunt in Michigan, Mrs. Teannel went back to work as if nothing had happened, and as far as she was concerned nothing did. Well, she did happen to marry a police lieutenant a few months later, I suspect he got to view that particular tape, and to this day wonder if he was the one who made the tapes disappear

Aftermath

Even so, there were repercussions I hadn't counted on. Hayley was transferred to a private school in Vermont, several hundred miles away, against her wishes.

I was no longer welcome at my high school, and had to transfer to Rutherford B. Hayes, where I spent most of my time avoiding Dreamer and his friends.

My mom's fiancée broke off their engagement, claiming the relationship was bad for his business. My mom was distraught and eventually sold our house and we moved to Cincinnati.

I finished my senior year there without going out for football, and probably because of that I remained just the new kid in town.

To be continued... 



Handsome Ch. 29



Chapter 29

Picking up where I left off... 

I enrolled at the University of Cincinnati, and walked on to the football team, made it, and became the fourth string quarterback. I was second string before graduating, but nothing ever came of what might have been a noteworthy career. I left baseball behind for good.

While not a really well-known school, the U of C had roughly 40,000 students enrolled, 60% of who were female. I loved the odds. Some of the more well-known alumni from the school are: Kathleen Battle, opera singer; Thomas Berger, author of Little Big Man, George Clooney, Movie Actor; Cris Collingsworth, Sports commentator, former NFL player; Greg Cook, former NFL Quarterback; Sandy Koufax, Hall of Fame baseball pitcher; and Oscar Robertson, one the best basketball players ever.

I found life on the campus itself interesting and the sex life there probably higher than many other colleges; at least as far as I can ascertain some years after graduating. The same cannot be said for the rest of Cincinnati. 

Although I would distance myself from the following comments, as I had my early education in having sex with women here thanks to my Aunt Nicole.

Forbes Magazine recently rated 40 of the nation's singles scenes by city, and Cincinnati came in 40th -- out of 40. Columbus, Detroit, Indianapolis, Louisville and Pittsburgh all ranked higher. The author called Cincinnati "bland" and "inoffensive" and described us as eating at Applebee's in our "good sweatpants."

It's a sad scene, a tense scenario, but it's mostly true. Many voices speaking on the Cincinnati singles scene have expressed frustration with the area's "meetability" factor, and the swarm of engaged and married couples. 

Many young people are dismayed, as well, with the Cincinnati cliques, defined by two categories: place of employment and high school attended.

It's a fact newcomers learn quickly: The scene bubbles with an annual crop of Proctor & Gamble new hires and groups of old high school friends. The former group meets initially through company events and work. Then, once they're done with P&G events, they travel en masse to Main Street, art parties and, most visibly, the sports leagues. Much is the same with other major companies in Cincinnati, but the P&G new hires definitely engulf the scene.

The latter group is the tougher case to crack, since many of these Cincinnatians have known each other since age 14. They tend to flock to local bars and aren't as welcoming to new faces, unless you're introduced by a friend.

Not only are these two young groups frustrating for new Cincinnatians, but they get old for the people inside them, too. The end result is a lot of people who want to meet new people, but are too comfortable with their current situation. And the cycle continues...

Yet Forbes, in another article, cited Cincinnati as "Best City for Nightlife," with restaurants, coffee shops, bars and nightclubs open late in neighborhoods like Mount Adams, Clifton and Hyde Park.

But I've certainly had successful relationships. I think it's all about perspective. Then again, I was in college, and college is ... well, different hormone wise. And, the way I see it, if you're going out, why wouldn't other people like you be going out, too? And they are, especially the ladies.

Fact: My third day on campus, I returned to my dorm room after football practice tired and sore from the long workout, climbed into my bed and fell asleep. Sometime later, I awoke with a start, half sitting up in the darkness. My eyes were utterly unaccustomed to the gloom, but I could feel rather than see the warm presence in my bed.

There was a quiet whisper in the dark. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you..."

Well maybe not, but she sure as hell had a hand on my dick; warm and soft, gently stroking me closer and closer to orgasm. I was almost ready to pop.

"That's okay, that's okay," I grunted, and settled back onto my bed as if this was an everyday, or night experience.

This wasn't the first unannounced visitor I'd ever had to join me in the middle of the night, although I hadn't expected anyone, and had little idea of just who my feminine visitor was. I ran a hand over her smooth back and down her left flank, and heard her purr. She was wearing a light sweater and Capri's or something similar.

"This is really wonderful," she breathed moments later.

"Is it?" I said.

"Yeah, it's so cozy."

"Yeah," I said, "It is cozy. Y'know, if you keep playing with me like you are, I'm gonna come all over you," I whispered.

"Really?" Her giggle was low, and almost liquid in the semi-darkness. I still had no idea who she was.

"Is that so bad? I just wanna make you feel good..."

But from the rough manner in which she was handling me I realized she was inexperienced at the job.

Still, she crawled up until her lips were level with mine, and kissed me while giving my dick a hard squeeze and then pumping it in her fist.

"You like?"

"Hell yeah, I like. Who are you?"

"Guess," she giggled.

"Well, there are other things I like too, and if you're not going to let me sleep we may as well give them a try."

"Oh! Wow! Um, what did you have in mind?"

I grinned in the darkness. "Ever been eaten out before?"

"Uh, I don't think so," she said uncertainly. "What is it, exactly?"

"What, being eaten out?" She had me at a loss. Didn't she know what I meant?

"It's when I, well, uh ... Tell you what. Let go of me and I'll demonstrate, okay?"

"Okay." Her fist released my penis, and I immediately rolled her over onto her back and began kissing my way down her body, pausing for a few luxuriant sucks at her huge nipples underneath the sweater before making my way down lower.

"Ohhhh," she moaned when I squeezed her right breast. "That feels so GOOD!"

"If you like that," I whispered in her ear before licking it and sucking on the lobe. "You'll love what comes next!"

"They didn't tell me about this part!" she moaned, and seemed to have trouble catching her breath.

"Who are they?" I asked.

"Oh ... I can't tell you!"

"Bet I can make you tell me," I said before sucking her ear into my mouth and humming a little song.

"Like that?"

"God, yes!"

"Let's get those pants off you," I said and found the zipper at the base of her spine and pulled it down.

"Wait! You can't..."

"Sure I can ... now's where's that last button?"

"I ... I ... I don't know..."

But I had those Capri's down to her knees and left them there and shoved my face into her panty-covered crotch and gently bit her outer labia.

"JESUS CHRIST!"

"Like that?"

"No! No! No!"

I spit into her crotch, thoroughly saturating the gusset, then licked her dampened cunt. Then pulled my face to the side and asked, "You don't like this?"

"I ... yes ... but I..."

"They didn't tell you how good it was?" I was more than curious as who they were, but that could wait. I'd find out eventually.

"No ... but they never..."

"It gets better when those panties come off."

"No ... I ... I..."

"C'mon, admit it. You've never been this hot before, have you?"

"No, but..."

I gave another suck to her panty-covered crotch and she groaned, "Oh ... you can't mean it!"

"Mean what?"

"You can't really want to lick me down THERE! 

It's terribly nasty. It smells terribly and..." Her breath caught in her throat. She took a deep breath and tried again. "It's not too..." Her voice died again.

I kept licking and sucking away at her center.

When she finally spoke, it was in a different tone altogether. "Oh ... Jesus! What am I going to do?"

"Get rid of the panties, why don't you?"

"Oh ... yeah ... Okay!"

With one of those feminine motions that have beguiled men from the first day after Creation, she deftly peeled her wet panties off and flipped them into the dark.

A passing car's headlights lit the room momentarily and I saw her pussy lips, neat, symmetric, and oozing moisture.

"You're beautiful down here," I told her. "You smell divine too, nothing nasty about you at all." I drove my tongue between her outer lips to caress the entrance to her cunt. Back and forth, back and forth between them, listening all the while to her nonstop commentary.

"Oh! Oh! Heavenly! Don't stop, PLEASE don't stop! It feels like I'm burning up, I'm hot and cold; I'm shaking all over, Oh, gentle Jesus! OH! OH! What is that you're licking? More! More, oh, yes, oh, please don't stop!"

I didn't, I couldn't. But still, I added my fingers to the equation, slipping one into her wet hole and caused her to bite her tongue.

"Ouch!"

"What happened?"

"I bit my tongue."

"Don't do that again."

"Sorry, I won't," she replied, and we both laughed at her silly apology.

In a soft whisper, she said, "They can hear us."

Just as quietly I said, "Can they?"

"Yeah, I was supposed to jerk you off without waking you."

"But you didn't."

"No, you woke up."

"Maybe I was already awake and waiting for you."

"What! No way!"

"Really? What if it were?"

"Those fuckers..."

"Hey, you're here. I'm here. Let's do it!"

"Yeah! Let's do it!" Her voice rose up from a whisper to a shout, "Fuck you bastards, setting me up!"

I had no idea if someone was actually listening or even watching us. Nor did I care one way or the other. She was in my bed, had given me a boner, and I was about to eat her out, and it was going to be a first for her. It also occurred to me that this one, whoever the hell she was, was a virgin; a double plus for the evening by my way of counting.

"Lift up your sweater," I said, and she did, and I went after her tits with a vengeance.

"God, that's good!" She exclaimed, "But maybe you should stop. My breasts are getting sore and..."

Reluctantly, I accepted her logic. Nodding my acceptance, I moved down her stomach, planting kisses everywhere while she shrieked delightedly.

I raised her legs and beheld her coral treasure, coated with her succulent juices. Parting her folds with two fingers, I sent my tongue slithering between them and heard her gasp, as her body arched off the bed from heels to head and I was forced to ride her like a cowboy rides a bucking bronco.

Moreover, I managed to keep my tongue in her hole for much longer than the mandatory 8 seconds the cowboy does at the rodeo. She moaned, shrieked, and gasped, her clutching hands buried in my mop of long dark hair, holding me in place as she spent and spent again.

Finally, I let go of her, and she collapsed sobbing onto the bed, her body soaked in a thick film of sweat.

"Oh, God, oh, God, I love you, oh, Jesus ... that was so, so BEAUTIFUL!"

I crawled back up to join her, and hugged her hard, and she buried her face in my hair and cried.

"Hey now, hey now. Don't cry. You've had the last laugh on those fuckers that sent you in here. Don't you think?" I was trying to sooth her, and began stroking her hair, whispering, "Hush, now, don't cry."

"I'm not crying..."

"I beg to differ, you are crying."

But they're happy tears, not sad tears..."

"Oh, that makes it okay then ... I guess."

That made her laugh, and I joined her.

"When and if you're ready, I'd appreciate if you'd tell me how they set us up, and why."

She sniffed several times, and then said, "Yeah, I will."

"And while you're at it, what's your name?"

"Francine ... my name's Francine, but everyone calls me Frannie."

"Hello, Frannie, I'm very pleased to meet you."

"Me too," she sniffed.

"And so is Herm."

"Herm?"

"Yeah, that's my dick's name, Hermie."

She sniffed again and began to laugh. "Hello, Herm, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Ah, but you really haven't met him properly."

"Huh ... I don't ... OH!"

"Fran, are you a virgin?"

"Um, yeah..."

"You're choice, and I mean it. You can lose it or not. No pressure, but you are here and so am I.

"I don't know, you know ... it's..."

"I understand. You didn't plan on it happening this way. All I'll say about it this, I know you enjoyed what I just did, and if you let me take your cherry I can promise you'll enjoy the hell out of it. On the other hand, if you let some guy get you drunk and screw you in a bathroom or a backseat, you may lose that cherry, but probably won't enjoy it, and worse, you'll think back about tonight and what might have been."

"I want you to fuck me. But don't hurt me, promise me that."

"I promise. I won't hurt you, Fran."

"Frannie. I hate Fran."

"Okay, Frannie."

I kissed her then, tenderly and slowly worked my tongue into her mouth, then licked her tongue when it decided to join in the fun. I also recalled that she had bitten it earlier, and was especially tender when coming into contact with it.

"Take my cock in your hand again, Frannie."

She did, jerking it up and down as she had earlier. I took a moment to provide her with some basic instructions on the handling of the male instrument, and she caught on immediately, giving me a first class hand job in short order.

Next I gave her a short lesson in giving a blow job, and again she proved a worthy student of fellating.

I engaged her in a short, but rousing version of 69, and when she was wet and roaring to go, mounted her and eased into her without a hitch. 

Her cherry popped (not that I heard it) and after a little groan, I worked my dick deeper into her and we established a common rhythm that had her shuddering in anticipation of her forthcoming climax.

Frannie came, and I waited for her to calm down and started again.

"Was it all that bad?" I asked.

"It was lovely!" she answered. I can't believe how wonderful it was ... is!"

I gave her the old rat-a-tat-tat machinegun stroke and elicited a comforting, "OH! OH! OH!" from her. I paused, then went at her again, just as hard and got her to come again.

I kept pumping and came myself, and I believe she came with me. Moments later, Fannie moaned and called my name. "Aubrey?"

"Yes, Frannie?"

"I can't feel my legs."

"Could be you've had too many orgasms ... here, let me..."

"I ... I don't know. I feel mostly wonderful, but not feeling my..."

I dove between her legs and took her clit between my teeth and nipped it.

"JESUS H. CHRIST!" Frannie screamed, heaving herself up and away from me.

"Swing those legs for me, Frannie."

She did, and both of us laughed with relief that no paralysis had occurred.

"So how did you enjoy losing your cherry?"

"You were right. It was wonderful, and I have to thank you."

"Now that that's past, who put you up to this in the first place?"

"Um, I'm trying to join this fraternity and..."

"Guy or girl?"

"Both. This girl, Jenny Smith and her boyfriend, Gary Lockman..."

I knew Gary, he was the first string fullback, and a practical joker. I hadn't thought he was that much of a joker, and wondered what he and his girlfriend thought about my turning the tables on them. I was about to find out.

Apparently, Gary and Jenny had been listening at the door, then opened it to get a peek at us at things progressed beyond their expectations, and then one of them lost their balance causing the two of them to fall into the room.

"Hi Gary, and you must be the lovely, Jenny. Did you enjoy the entertainment we provided?"

Frannie had one hand to her mouth in surprise and then covered her breasts with the other, forgetting that her cunt was exposed.

"It was a gag, Morgenthall, that's all."

"Was it?"

"Just a gag," he said repeating himself.

I saw that Jenny couldn't take her eyes off my cock which was coming to life again.

"You sent this girl here to jerk me off as a gag?"

Frannie realized her vagina was viewable, and pulled a sheet, or part of it, over her legs and waist.

"Like I said," Gary said, "she's just a freshman and..."

"I'm a freshman, Gary."

"That's not the same. You're on the football team. That's different."

I decided to ignore him for the time being and addressed Jenny. "Like what you see, Jenny?"

"Huh?"

"You've been staring at my cock since you ... fell into the room."

She had the good grace to be embarrassed. "I ... I didn't..."

"Get over here and suck it!' I said as forcefully as I could. To my amazement, she came to the bed and climbed up, knelt between my legs and took my springy dick in her right hand, gave it a kind of trial jerk, then brought it to her mouth.

But, deciding to tease her, I took it away and rubbed the head over her face while Jenny went to great extremes in attempting to capture it in her mouth. 

Finally I allowed her the honor and she gave me a reasonably good blowjob before I turned her around, pulled off her shorts, yanked her panties to one side and stuck it up her hairy cunt. 

She came in near record time. I kept at her. She came again, and I pulled out of her, held my slimy cunt juice covered cock out for Frannie to see and asked her if she wanted to do it again.

Frannie spread her legs apart so fast that Jenny fell halfway off the bed. 

Gary moved toward her with his hardon exposed, but I held up a hand and said. "Watch, but don't touch. Jerk off if you have too, but I'll kick the shit out of you if you even think about fucking anyone in this room."

He took me at my word and jerked off as I fucked Frannie again. I had one of those perpetual hardons and she came long before I was ready to and I pulled Jenny back onto the bed, and with Frannie lay out alongside us, fucked her silly until I filled her with my release.

I was off and running ... again.

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The first semester was progressing nicely enough for me. The most significant differences between High School and college were: a) in college the teachers told you what the assignments were to study and it was up to you whether you did so or not. And b) you were on your own. Parents, or in my case, my mother, was at home. I lived in an apartment, or dorm on campus. My sophomore year I would be permitted to live off-campus. I expected that to be an improvement, but it really didn't matter. I had all the freedom I needed.

As I mentioned earlier, football took up a good deal of my time. Practice seemed to dominate my life until the season started, then as the third string quarterback, I scrimmaged almost daily and traveled with the team for the away games, but that was about it. I had always been a good, conscientious student and my grades remained in the realm of A to A+.

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A week after deflowering Frannie and making another good friend in Jenny, Jenny called to invite me to a dance her fraternity was having off-campus that Saturday night.

"I've been talking to the girls here and they're dying to meet you, Aubrey. Please say you'll come."

"Can I count on you for a blowjob?"

"Eewwe! You're sooo fresh!"

"Well?"

"I guess so. But what if one of the other girls wants to service you that way?"

"Maybe I'll make her fight you for the privilege."

We laughed together, and she said, "You are sooo nasty!"

"Maybe, but you have to admit I can make a girl feel special, can't I?"

There was a pause on the line then Jenny admitted that I was certainly very capable in that department. I agreed to come to their dance and she provided the address and directions. I wasn't asked to bring any other guys, and that was fine with me.

"I should warn you that if I get into the game I might be banged up and unable to, um, how can I put it delicately? I guess perform is the word I want."

"You'll be able to perform. We'll see to that," Jenny giggled. I heard other girls giggling and laughing in the background, but didn't say anything.

"So Saturday night then. I'll see you then, Jenny."

"Oh, you make me sooo horny, Aubrey!"

"Grab your vibrator and play with yourself."





Handsome Ch. 29



"You are sooo nasty!"

She seemed to say that every other sentence, so I added, "Or have one of your fraternity girls do it for you." That did it. I heard several girls shriek with delight and I hung up while I was ahead.

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Saturday afternoon both the starting Quarterback and his backup suffered injuries that took them out of the game with the Memphis Tigers. I ran onto the field late in the third quarter trailing 28 to 7. I got lucky on the first play from scrimmage when the Memphis defensive end hit me after I'd released a hopeless pass. 

That gave us a first down at mid-field. I ran two running plays for eight yards and hit the tight-end for the first down. We were on their 41 yard line, and feeling lucky, I ignored the coaches' call for an off-tackle run and passed, hitting the wide-receiver for a thirty yard gain. It was now first and ten from the eleven. What could they do to me for disobeying? Put the injured quarterback back in the game? There was no fourth string that I knew off.

I tried two running plays that only netted us three yards. They called on me to pass. I would have if anyone had been open in the short time frame available. Seeing no one, in desperation, I tucked the ball under my arm and hit the small hole that opened in front of me. The tight-end came from nowhere and decked the outside linebacker. That was all I needed and I burst past the middle-linebacker and left-corner to score the touchdown.

Hot damn, my name would be in the local paper tomorrow!

That was all I accomplished for the remainder of the game. Memphis shut us down and scored another 12 points on four field goals. The head coach seemed satisfied with my performance, giving me a swat on the ass as I came off the field for the last time. He even knew my name. My ribs hurt from being sacked twice and tackled on the only other time I ran the ball.

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But I showered and shaved, went back to my room and dressed for the dance with a blue button down shirt and tie, grey slacks and the standard dark blue blazer. The dance was typical. Since it was no problem to get served at these events, the guys were in the bar drinking beer and the girls were by the dance floor. 

Jenny must have been waiting for me, and quickly introduced four other girls whose names I quickly forgot, except for one, a blonde named, Julie. She had a great figure and a confidence that I hadn't encountered since Hayley back in high school.

Six girls were out on the dance floor, dancing with each other. I asked Julie to dance and she quickly accepted. The reader may recall that I was trained in various forms of dance, including ballet. At the moment, an old Glenn Miller lindy, In the Mood, was playing and I spun Julie around while the other dancers stopped to watch.

I kept it simple, not knowing how proficient my partner was. I should have known better, it turned out that Julie had had even more dance experience than I did and as soon I realized it, we added to our movements, and imitated Fred and Ginger, finishing the number to great applause.

We remained on the dance floor for the next number, a slow ballad. I kept my hand low on her waist, enjoying the feel of her buttocks moving to the music. Halfway through the number she pressed her groin into mine looking for signs of my excited state. I didn't disappoint her, poking back at her from the moment she made contact.

"I like the way you dance," she whispered.

"I like the way you look and feel," I countered. That got me a low laugh and firmer thrust of her pelvis into mine.

"They'll be telling us to get a room," Julie laughed again.

"We can do that," I replied. She made no answer, but remained close as the number ended and we made our way off the floor to her table, where I was invited to join the other girls. I made sure to sit next to Julie, with Jenny sitting on my other side. Sitting next to Jenny was a guy named Eric and after a few beers, we got to talking about pickup lines.

Eric: "You know guys are caught up in the folklore of the pickup line. I mean, they think they can magically trigger the female mating response if they're armed with the perfect routines."

Me: "I know, that type of gamesmanship usually backfires and they're are left feeling anxious over what ought to be a perfectly natural thing. They start to freeze up in the presence of women."

Julie: "Wow, you guys are deep!" I didn't know if she was serious or putting us on.

Eric: "Hey, women are just as interested in being approached as men are in approaching them.

Julie: "That's right! We are, aren't we, Jen?"

Jenny: I guess so." I realized that Jenny was somewhat intimidated by the turn of this conversation. I knew she liked me, we had fucked after all, but did she have a thing for Eric too?

Me: "And girls are just as full of shit as most guys are. You start talking to them and it doesn't matter if they like you or not, they'll give you a fake name, a phony number, or tell you they're lesbians..."

Eric: "But at the same time you might get asked to dance, or actually meet the girl you'll marry."

Julie: Right! That's right!"

Me: "I say, take it a step further. Stop worrying about what you're going to get out of each encounter with the opposite sex and learn to enjoy the encounter itself.

Eric: "I took a Dale Carnegie course once. He discovered a secret; a key to getting what you want out of relationships. Do you know what the secret is? Well, I'll tell you. Take a genuine interest in people. People want to be appreciated every bit as much as you do, and for the same reasons. Even hot babes feel this way.

Julie: "He's so right!"

If Julie hadn't had a great pair of tits, and a knockout ass along with her good looks, I'd probably have said something that would have really pissed her off. But her sexy charms over rode my inclination to chase her off. And that would prove rewarding in the end. Maybe Eric had something after all.

Jenny: It's funny how often we all forget the basics. Talking is as easy as opening your mouth and letting words tumble out; listening as easy as shutting up long enough for someone else to get a word in. Try it some time, open your mouth and say something; shut up and listen and then respond. Do it often enough and you might even get good at it."

Eric: That was fuckin' profound."

Julie: And you're profane!" 

That said, she stood up and made to leave. I jumped up, gave Eric a withering glance, and quickly followed Julie out the door with Jenny and Eric trailing. 

I caught up with Julie and went into my usual spell, and calmed her down. In a few minutes I had her backed up against a short wall, kissing her and eliciting a hot response from her. 

I had her straddling my right leg, which was bent at the knee. One might say she was fucking my leg, some might say she was only doing it to keep me pinioned to the spot. HA! You can guess what I thought.

Eric and Jenny were only a few feet away, making out. I thought she had his dick in her hand, but couldn't be sure in the dim lighting. Eventually we decided to take it indoors and followed Jenny and Eric over to his place. 

I was surprised in that as soon as we entered his place, which wasn't all that bad, and in general, clean, we followed Jenny's lead and removed all our clothing. 

The four of us sat naked on the couch, playing touchie feely and kissing inappropriate body parts just to get the others to cry out in shock. After a time we gave it up and Julie and I sat on the right side of the couch with her jerking me off, while Jenny had her face buried in Eric's lap, slowly sucking him off.

Eric was leaning back against the armrest, his right arm extended over the back of the couch, his head bent down, looking down at Jenny's head servicing his fat cock; watching her lips slide over his cock-eyed cock head. 

Yeah, I should mention it. Eric's dick was bent at almost a 45 degree angle. He'd bragged that girls said he reached parts no one else had.

The next day I looked Jenny up and asked her if it were true. "He was a decent lay," she remarked, "that's all, a decent lay."

Meanwhile Julie continued masturbating me while I played with her full, hanging breasts. She looked at me as if to gauge my reaction to her body, and then said, "They embarrass me."

"But I like them," I say.

"You do?"

"Yes, I do. They are so malleable!"

"You think?"

"Yes, I do."

"My sister says it's a curse, and that they'll be hanging down to our waist when we're forty."

"Wait a minute. You have a sister whose tits are like yours?"

"Yes, silly. I'm a twin!"

Jenny chose that moment to end her blow job and straddled Eric's lap while inserting him into her twat.

"Let's fuck, Julie," I said to disguise my surprise at finding there was another one just like her at home.

"Okay," she chirped and turned to her head lay on the arm of the couch. I knelt between her legs with my heels pressed against Jenny's thigh. 

I fingered Julie for a short time, but she was pretty wet and I didn't wait too long before I slammed it home. I took it nice and easy, even had her holding her tits up for me to suck as we went at it. 

Behind me, Jenny was grunting with regularity as Eric pumped crazily while basically lying on his back.

One reason I think Jenny was sort of blasé about him was that he came and I kept going and going. I was in no particular rush, and asked several questions about Julia's twin.

Her name was Jane. Julia was older by three minutes. They had lost their virginity the same night in the backseat; well Julie was in the back, Jane up front, to two guys named Nick and Brad respectively. They never saw either guy after that night, but they decided they liked fucking, and had been at it regularly ever since.

She had no compunction in telling me I was the thirty-second guy to fuck her. 

"You're a delightful little slut, you know?" I said as I began to pick up my pace.

"You're a good fuck too. I've cum twice already and getting ready to do it again. You're not gonna cum right yet, are you?"

"No, ma'am, I'll wait for you."

"Goodie! I think Jane would like to do you. Wanna meet her?"

"Tonight?"

"Lordy no! She's probably full of cum by now."

"You know this ... how?"

"She told me she couldn't come to the dance because she'd made this ... arrangement with some guys for a gangbang. She loves gangbangs."

"And you, do you love them too?"

"They're all right, but I'd stick with two guys if I had my druthers."

I decided to press her a little. "Ever make a movie or video?"

"No, but only because the guys never bothered to bring the stuff over with them."

"You mean the equipment?"

"Yeah, didn't I say that?"

"Not exactly," I whispered in her ear, "Are you and Janie identical twins?"

"Oh, don't ever call her Janie. That really pisses her off. Yes, we're identical twins, ain't that cool?"

"I have the equipment..."

"You sure have!"

"No, I meant I have the video equipment to make a movie."

"Wow, that's super cool!"

"You think Janie ... I mean, Jane would be interested?"

"For sure! How many guys?"

"I don't know yet. Do you two do girls as well?"

"Um, maybe. It would depend on the girls."

"How about anal?"

"Jane loves it. She walks around with a butt plug in her ass half the time."

"I'm getting ready to cum, Julie!"

"Super! Let me have it!"

I did, and she joined me and came hard. When I pulled out, Jenny dropped her face into my lap and cleaned my dick off. I thought that was nice of her. When she finished with me, I asked her to play with Julie's tits. She was glad to do it and Julie didn't seem to mind.

I drove Julie home, (did I mention she and her sister were high school seniors?) and in her driveway we made out for twenty minutes or so. Finally I had to ask, "You think your sister is home yet?"

"What time is it?"

"About one-thirty."

"She'll be here any minute. She's very punctual. So am I."

"Get your periods the same day?"

"You're so funny," she giggled and didn't bother to answer me. Before I could ask again, a car pulled up behind me.

"That her?"

"Yeah, that's my Jane," she said, and jumped out of my car to call to her sister. "Jane, come on over, there's someone you gotta meet!" 

Jane said goodnight to the two guys in the car, and a moment later they roared off. The sisters chatted briefly, and I could swear I heard one of them, I suspect it was Jane, but they really were identical twins, say, "But keep it quick, my cunt's already leaking cum."

They skipped back to my car and I got out to meet Jane. "Hi, you must be the twin Julie can't stop talking about."

"And I've already heard about you, Mr. Orgasm Maker!"

I bowed to her, and she giggled. Her giggle was distinctly different from her sister's.

"Have a good little orgy, Jane?" I asked, not wanting to beat around any old bush. She tried to shock me, saying, "I did, you know, a little sucking, a little humping and a little take it up the old ass."

"How was it up the ass?" I asked. To my surprise, she shot right back, ""It felt okay. But, afterwards I had this feeling that I had to shit and it wouldn't go away, you know?" But, all in all, I enjoyed it. But, I'd rather do something else!"

"I really enjoyed being sucked, myself," I replied.

She glanced at the house, no lights were evident. "If you can get it up, get back in the car and we'll see what we can do for you."

"Julie?" I said, hoping there were no petty jealousies between them. There weren't. 

Jane went down on me in the front seat. I hoped neither of us honked the damn horn. It had happened to a friend of mine and I didn't want a repeat performance with both parents running out and keeping me there until the police came.

I watched her blonde silhouetted head as she give me a first-class blow job. Then Julie pushed her aside and her sluttish mouth tugged enthusiastically at my knob. 

They seemed to have a routine worked out, and I made a mental note to have them perform again when we were filming. It would be a sensation.

I closed my eyes and listened to the crickets, to the slurping of both sets of hot velvet lips as they munched away on my pride and joy. I came, and to my surprise, saw Jane spit my ejaculate into the palm of her hand.

"You don't swallow?"

"Oh, yeah ... usually, but its Sunday morning, we've got church in the morning."

"You're Catholic?"

"Lutheran and we're very serious about church and Sunday school."

"We teach the kiddies," Julie all but sang out.

I managed to keep from laughing out loud and said, "Well, I want to tell you, you two give great head. Julie will tell you about a proposition I have for both of you. I think you'll find it interesting. Maybe you can mull it over in church tomorrow. I mean this, morning."

"We will!" Julie sang out. But we better get out little asses inside before Poppa comes out with his shotgun.

"Um, one last thing, just how old are you two?"

"Turned eighteen just last week. We ain't jailbait no more."

"You have a good night now. Julie, you have my number, don't lose it. I want to see the two of you again. I'm not bullshitting you. Call me!"

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The twins called me two days later, wanting very much to get together again. Knowing they had said they'd just turned eighteen made me cautious and I told them I wanted to get together with both of them as soon as possible, but my aunt had called me and sent me a plane ticket to attend her wedding. I would be gone a week or more.

"You don't want us!" they howled in tandem.

"That's nonsense!" I replied sounding wounded. "I want the both of you, repeatedly and then some!"

That seemed to perk them up. 

"Really?" One of them said, and I assured her I meant what I said. "I want to film the two of you with me," I said, hoping they would rise to the bait.

"Really, you want us in a ménage a trois?"

"I certainly do. Maybe I'll have some other college guys drop by."

"A gang bang, you want to tape us being gang banged?"

"Why not?"

"When, when, when?" they shouted in sync.

"How about Wednesday?" 

"Perfect!" they agreed together.

"Oh, just for the record, bring a copy of your driver's license. We need it to show that you are old enough ... had some trouble a while ago with the authorities and don't want to repeat that."

"Sure!" they chirped at the same time. And we left it like that. Now all I had to do was to find a camera and a cameraman. But fate was about to step in and lend a helping hand.

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It was a typical Friday night beer party with plenty of girls to go around. I had a pert blonde named Cheyenne sitting on my lap kissing me off and on while I nursed my beer. She appealed to me mainly because she was dressed in the famous Mick Jagger long tongued T-shirt and a pair of baggy overalls. 

But I realized that I was more interested in this tall, lean guy whose name I later learned was Dan DeLeon or Dandy to most people, conversing with two girls that I had admired earlier but had not met.

It was the ease with which he commanded their rapt attention and persuaded them to follow him upstairs that caused me to give him a five minute head start before taking Cheyenne by the hand, and telling her we were going to be using the bathroom upstairs for a while. 

Here again, I took it for granted that Cheyenne would come with me. When we reached the top of the landing I paused to listen. I heard the muffled sounds that I expected to hear coming from the second bedroom, which happened to be directly across the hall from the bathroom.

Signaling Cheyenne to be quiet, I nudged the bedroom door, opening it several inches, and then peeked inside. One girl was already lying on her back across the bed, her dress up around her waist. Dandy was going down on her. The other girl was kneeling on the floor, cupping his balls with one hand while the other supported his thick cock as she kissed its tip.

I closed the door after assuring myself that Cheyenne had had an opportunity to see what was happing in the bedroom. 

As we entered the bathroom Cheyenne whispered in my ear, "Jesus, I never saw a guy take on two girls before."

Easing the straps of her overalls from her shoulders, I inquired, "So tell me what you have seen." 

She never hesitated. "Erma Radwanski, back in my sophomore year in high school did the basketball team. I mean she did all of them, even the Junior Varsity players."

"Did she fuck every one of them?"

"I'm not sure."

"What do you mean?"

"I only saw her with the big black guy, Adonis Long. He sure fucked her."

My hand snaked its way under her Mick Jagger t-shirt and grazed the right nipple of a pear shaped breast. It was rock hard. "How do you know she did the whole team?"

"Cause they were ... like all lined up, waiting their turn. Oh, you're sneaky naughty!"

"What?"

"You know ... what your hand is doing under my shirt." Ignoring her, I moved to the other breast and tweaked that nipple. "So you didn't see her do the team?"

"What?" she appeared distracted.

"Did you see her do the other players?"

"Well, I didn't want to hang around..."

"Afraid the team would want you to take part?"

"Um, I guess," Cheyenne said with a pout. "But it was all over school the next day."

"Do you want to see it?"

"Huh ... see what?"

"My dick."

"Oh, you are the naughtiest..." I was already releasing my tool. 

Cheyenne's jaw dropped as I let it all hang out. "My goodness! How big is it?"

"Touch it," I said, ignoring the question. She reached out and daintily took hold of it. "Like this?"

"It won't break, Cheyenne, give it a squeeze." 

She gave it a half-hearted squeeze and I knew she lacked experience. "Are you a virgin, Cheyenne?"




Handsome Ch. 29



"No!" she bleated and I put a finger to her lips to quiet her. "I was only asking."

"Well, I did it with Jerry Fenton, senior year!"

"And how did that work out?"

"He was a gentleman," she said, trying to salvage her chagrin at being put on the spot.

"I suppose you've had dozens of girls," she countered.

"As a matter of fact, I have."

"You have?"

"And I'm going to have you in about a minute."

Her voice and her legs went weak. "You are?"

I was already working her overalls down. When they reached her knees, Cheyenne realized what was happening, and whispered, "No!"

"You're holding my dick; doesn't that mean you want me to do something with it other than put it back in my pants?"

"I ... I don't..."

I slipped my hand down the front of her panties. She was about as wet as a girl can get.

"OH!"

My finger slipped inside her.

"OH!"

"Hop up on the sink." Cheyenne gave a little jump and found herself perched on the sink.

The fingers of both hands took hold of the waistband of her panties; they were Carolina blue, by the way.

"Lift up!" She did, and I had her panties down to her knees before she sat back down with her legs spread-eagled in expectation of my throbbing dick entering her little oyster.

"I'm going to make you cum, Cheyenne. Try not to scream, you might startle the folks in the bedroom across from us." To my surprise my comment made her laugh. It had a pleasing tinkle to it. I placed a hand on each of her thighs then leaned in and licked her from bottom to top, flicking my tongue over her emerging clit three times before returning to the starting point.

"Oh, my God!"

"It gets better," I called out, sotto-voice.

"Does it?" she responded weakly.

"Relax, let me do the work," I said, and she didn't utter another word until I pulled my tool from her steaming pussy after dumping about a quart of cum in her squiggly sheath.

"How do you feel now?"

"Wonderful. I don't think my legs are working though."

"Is that so?" I said and lifted her up so that she sat on the edge of the sink again.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't let you leave here with all that stuff inside you." Before she could rely, I was between her legs again lapping up my sperm and her juices, sending Cheyenne off to Disney World with about three or four more orgasms.

When my face left her snatch, I looked in the mirror and saw my face covered with our commingled fluids. Just then the bathroom door opened and Dandy stood there, dick in hand, obviously needing to take a leak. Just behind him, peeking over his shoulder was the girl I had seen quaffing his dick.

"Sorry about that," Dandy said, but obviously didn't mean a word of it, as he strode past us, straddled the toilet letting loose a long stream of urine that had both girls watching with a mix of horror and excitement.

Shaking the last few drops from his appendage, Dandy turned to the girl he'd brought with him and told her to relieve herself, and with almost no hesitation, she sat down and emptied her very full bladder, wiped her cunt off and flushed the toilet.

Cheyenne had both hands over her eyes as if trying to deny what was going on in front of her. Sticking his hand out to me, he introduced himself to me. "Dandy," he said. "This pretty young thing is Olga."

I reciprocated, accepting his hand and saying, "Aubrey, and Cheyenne."

"You the Morgenthall was in the papers about two years ago?"

"I might be. What did you read?"

"Oh, it was about a terrific quarterback got mixed up in a movie venture."

The girls were following this attentively, but at the mention of my "movie venture," a quizzical expression found its way to both their faces. 

They didn't understand what Dandy's point was. He glanced at them and said, "Oh Aubrey here was in a movie with Sharon Stone a couple years ago. He played a high school football player in love with his teacher. Did you girls see it?"

Cheyenne shrugged her shoulders, signing that she had not. Olga nodded vigorously, "Oh, yeah, I remember now. You got to kiss her at the end."

Not wanting her to trip her up in a lie, I smiled and said, "No, I didn't kiss her. I played a crazy drug addict. She killed me. Shot me three times in the next to last scene. But I have to tell you, the film bombed. It wasn't even released in the states. It got good reviews in Taiwan though."

That had Dandy chuckling. "Let's blow this place," he said. I realized that Olga was a foreign exchange student when she questioned him, asking, "So many men, you want us to do all of them?"

"No, I don't want you doing all the men. I meant that we should leave. It's just an expression."

"Oh? And what about Sandra?"

"She can come with us. We'll party at my place. How does that sound? Cheyenne? Are you up for it?"

Olga giggled, pointed at my erection, which had reared up. "He seems up for 'it'."

"I wouldn't miss it," Cheyenne chirped, looking at Dandy with a renewed lust in her eyes.

We left Sandra sleeping on cum stained sheets and drove over to Dandy's apartment. In the course of the evening, Cheyenne proved more than capable of handling both Dandy and me; and by dawn's early light she had even experimented in some torrid bi-sexual activities with Olga, the carnivorous frau from Hamburg.

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The following afternoon I got a call from Dandy. He wanted to meet and discuss a few things with me. We met at a watering hole close to campus.

"You seem to know a lot about me," I said, after getting the preliminary, 'Weren't the girls great? Discussion out of the way.

"You made the kind of headlines people remember, Bree."

"I was never charged with anything," I said, hoping to head off any type of extortion.

"Aw shit, you misunderstand me," he replied. "I've had it in mind to make a few films right here at the U of C. It's only that I don't have the right contacts, and that's holding me back."

"You think that I have contacts?"

"Of course you do! I've seen you on video. You can fuck with the best of them, by the way."

"Thanks, I think."

"No, no. I'm serious. We can make some serious money right here on campus. I've got seven women who are more than willing to fuck and suck on camera."

"You've already filmed them, haven't you?"

Dandy smiled and nodded. "You bet. But marketing the videos is beyond me. I can get most any girl to drop their pants, but no one takes my calls."

"Who the hell are you calling?" He named several familiar film companies out on the west coast. It was my turn to nod. He was barking up the wrong tree.

"Let's go watch some of your art work, Dandy," I said as I stood up.

Back at his apartment, I sat and watched as no less than twenty-two girls performed fellatio, anal, and a wide variety of positional sex with Dandy and several male partners. I was impressed; both with the female talent, Dandy's staying prowess and the overall film composition. Dandy had used more than two cameras with each scene.

"Who's the cameraman?"

"A nerd named Wilbur. He's kind of a genius with video."

"I see more than one camera is in use. Who mans the others?"

"Oh, that's Wilbur. He positions the other cameras on tripods and moves from one to the other as we fuck. He has this ... ability to figure out in advance which shots will be important and when. I help him with the editing."

"Where does Wilbur fit in money wise?"

"I figure he should get a cut, but something like 15%. He's happy, shit; he's delighted to get an occasional blowjob from one of the girls. He hasn't even fucked one of them yet."

"Have you looked into finding someone to process your stuff here in town, or elsewhere?"

"I was thinking Wilbur for that."

"No, you need someone else. You don't put all your eggs in one basket, you know?"

"I hear you, but who? I mean, ask the wrong guy and the cops are all over you."

"Maybe I can help with that."

"I knew it!" Dandy jumped up and waved his arm in triumph. "I fucking knew it!"

"Give me a day or two, see what I can work out."

"Yeah, man, take a day or two1"

"By the way, my share of the venture is a flat 33% of gross. I figure 15% for the actors, and that's not counting you or me, just the ladies, unless we find another stud. Wilbur gets a decent share, and the production guy ... we'll pay whatever the market says we should. Remember, Dandy, we don't get a cent until the guy marketing the video actually puts it out. Maybe we'll manage to talk him into giving us something on account, but don't count on it. How does that sit with you?"

"Great, I mean, without you I'm nowhere."

The fact that he hadn't objected to the meager percentage going to him told me a couple things. He'd been sitting on the film for a while; he hadn't been able to find anyone to push his stuff to the big guys that controlled the industry. And he was desperate to get rolling. I had no doubt that after setting him up with a marketing maven he'd try to screw me over.

"I'll tell you what. Why don't we have us a little party here after Saturday's game? I'll invite Cheyenne, you bring whoever. We can discuss the deal in front of them without their being any the wiser."

"Sounds like a plan. Do you really think you can get the shit marketed?"

"Put another one on, I want to see if there's a consistency to your films.

He almost fell over moving to the VCR and slamming in another tape. Wilbur sure knew what he was doing. That film and the one following it were first rate, even to the point of having a flimsy plot to help maintain interest. It was possible that a major agent might be interested in Wilbur's productions and steal him away if we didn't tie him down with an iron-clad contract. Jesus, I thought, here I am just contemplating this deal and wanting to sign the cameraman to a contract. I guess I'm really back in the business. I had no doubt that it was Wilbur's work that held everything together.

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Back in my own apartment, I searched for the number Hayley had given me before she left for Vermont. Fortunately, she had kept the number. It turned out she was now attending Vassar.

"Bree! Is that really you?"

"Tis I, Madame, and I must tell you that I am longing for your company!"

"Not getting any? I find that hard to believe."

"I'm getting plenty. But it's the quality that I find lacking."

"You're still the same old sweet-talking son-of-a-bitch," she said laughing.

We discussed various friends and business associates. She brought me up to date on almost all of them. Obviously Hayley still had a finger on the pulse of our former endeavors.

"Any possibility we can get together?"

"Darling you're 600 miles away. How are your frequent flyer miles?"

I laughed and said, "I've got wheels, I can drive."

"But you're playing football, when can you get away?"

"Aw, you're right. I can't, at least not until December."

Ah, the holidays! I'll hang some..."

"Never mind the mistletoe," I replied. But if you want I will make an effort to get up there this winter."

"Please do. I need certain warmth come the cold weather. And it gets really cold in these parts, my friend."

"I know just where to warm you, Hayley."

"I know you do. We did have us some good times didn't we, Bree?"

"You make it sound like those times are over and done with."

"I'm afraid they are. If I get caught with you, or any of the others, I'll be thrown out of Vassar and sent to a wayward girls school at least until I'm twenty-one."

"Says who?" But I knew damn well who she meant.

"You know. Now what can I do for you? You did pick up the money I left for you, right?"

"I did, and that you very much for that. Um, I've run into a situation like the one we had in high school."

"X-rated stuff?"

"Exactly. This guy has several films ready to go and an operation crying out for more."

"Let me guess, he can't find a producer."

"Right on, Hayley, no one returns his calls. He's offering me a third of gross to help him."

"For that sized cut he'll want more than that."

"I don't totally trust him, so I'm kind looking to protect my back."

"Let me get back to you with a couple numbers. One is the guy who can make it happen for you. The other is a good lawyer who will tie your partner up in knots legally, assuring you of your percentage regardless of what he wants to do."

"You'll go far in this world, Hayley."

"Of course I will. You know who my father is."

Indeed I did. He had saved my ass and given me fair warning to stay away from his baby. I would heed his edict from now on.

Hayley called me back in ten minutes with the numbers. Dandy and I were in business.



Handsome Ch. 30



Chapter 30

Sigourney

It was Marco Abernathy, the huge, by that I mean, tall, and I mean he was a 6' 10" basketball player who had made All America Honorable Mention last year that persuaded me to go to the fraternity party.

I like to party, don't get me wrong. But this type party usually sucks. It turned out I was right about that, but I'll always be grateful to Marco for cajoling me into going. 

Did I mention that Marco was Black? Oh, yeah, as the Ace of Spades. But maybe you'd guessed that already.

Anyway, we got there around ten, and everyone in sight was already drunk. The music was blaring and I was surprised the cops weren't already there. Most of those attending were guys, and most of them looked like typical college dorks. 

Obviously the majority were there with fantasies of finding a drunken girl who would make their every dream come true. It was just as obvious that they would be going home alone as usual with a hangover -- after all, what was more appealing to a girl, albeit a drunken girl, than a drunken guy with acne slobbering over them with either vomit or beer breath, or both?

Marco slapped me on the shoulder and laughed. "Gonna find me some of that white pussy. See ya'll later, Bree." And all 6' 10" of him vanished into the crowd.

There were probably a dozen or so girls hanging around. Mostly little bitches there to try to prove to their friends they were partiers, but it was clear they were in way over their heads. At the other end of the spectrum were the college sluts, some of who were already topless, some already flashing their asses and pussies delighting the guys.

As I appraised the girls, I found that the majority ran true to form, which is to say they were decent to good looking, dressed a bit provocatively, with a few (other than the sluts) willing to keep an open mind should something positive come up. But most of them were there to test their skills in teasing the drunken guys.

For the first hour or so I just hung around and watched the 'activities,' as the guys chugged beer poured into their mouths with funnels while the girls danced with one another and the guys not involved in the drinking contests ogled them from afar. Although any girl who got remotely close to the 'lookers' risked having her ass grabbed while obscene suggestions were hurled at them by the other onlookers.

After four beers I had to take a leak, but when I opened the bathroom door I had to take a step back. The smell of vomit and shit was overpowering. Strewn on the floor were at least a dozen used condoms. That proved me wrong. Someone was getting laid. 

The John was backed up, so I used the sink, wrote an 'Out of Order' note, dribbled the contents of a condom on the back of it then 'taped' it to the door, hoping there was another bathroom somewhere else in the house.

I made a wrong turn and wound up passing two bedrooms, both of which were occupied. In the second one I heard the distinctive voice of Marco urging someone named Helen to "Take it all!"

I smiled to myself and made my way back to the main living area and heart of the so-called party. There was a small group gathered in front of the couch and I wormed my way into it and saw two girls making out while the others urged them to s strip and really get it on.

The two ignored them, but continued making out at their own pace, and from the smiles they flashed when not kissing each other they knew exactly what they were doing. I wondered which group they belonged to: the teasers or the sluts.

Curious as to how far they would go, I remained in place. It didn't take long.

Later on I learned their names, but for simplicity's sake, I'll tell you now. Kathy had the bigger tits. Anna was a size or two smaller but also well endowed. They each had long brown hair which they wore straight down to the middle of their backs. Anna had a darker complexion, almost olive when compared to Kathy's paler skin tone, and that made the two of them look hot together. They were both tall, maybe 5'6" or 5' 7". They each had tight low cut jeans on with Anna wearing a tight strapless tube top and Kathy a thin cotton tank top.

Anna seemed to be taking the lead. She and Kathy were kissing like two lovers, there had to be something between them that went beyond a typical friendship. It was evident to me and the others that Kathy's nipples were poking through the thin material of her tank top. As soon as Anna became aware of it, she began to run her hands over Kathy's top, circling her fingers around the nipples then cupping the breasts in her hands. Kathy responded by running hands over Anna's bare shoulders, and then around her face and through her hair. Eventually her hands moved down to Anna's breasts and both were fondling each other through their clothes.

A short brunette leaned against me, whether consciously or not I didn't know, and a moment or two later I felt her breast against my arm. I glanced down at her and she smiled up at me. 

"They're hot, ain't they?" she said.

"Get in front of me, you can see better that way," I told her, propelling her in front of my by putting my hand around her waist and giving her a little tug. Once in place, she moved her ass so that it fit up against my zipper. She actually purred when I cupped her breasts as we watched the girls play.

Anna's hands moved stealthily down Kathy's torso, teasing and tickling until finally she reached Kathy's crotch. She pressed a finger against where Kathy's pussy was hiding and began to rub her through her jeans. Kathy stayed on Anna's boobs, massaging them, toying with her nipples for a short time, then pushed down the material until Anna's beautiful breasts were exposed. 

A few whistles came from the crowd. Everyone appreciated how full and firm they were, and without a trace of silicone. Her nipples were large and very hard at the moment from all the attention they were getting. Kathy's hand could barely hold one as she cupped and toyed with it.

Anna was still working on Kathy's covered jewel box, but evidently decided what was good for her was also good for Kathy, and reached up to lift the cotton tank top up to her chin, providing the onlookers with a view of Kathy's best friends.

The whistle and shouts started as Kathy's boobs popped out, especially in that they were bigger than Anna's. Kathy lay back in the couch and let Anna kiss her neck and throat. I heard her moan despite the clamor going on around us.

Moments later, she was drawing on Kathy's left nipple like a baby on a bottle. Kathy arched her back upward as Anna switched to her other boob, and while Kathy was reveling in the wondrous sensations that caused, the resourceful Anna had moved to the others jeans, which she deftly unsnapped and then unzipped while sucking Kathy's boob. Kathy evidently understood what was happening and assisted Anna in removing her pants, revealing a sexy red thong that barely covered anything. Anna rubbed her pussy folds through the thong while alternating her mouth between Kathy's breasts.

The short brunette had her hand on my hardon, squeezing it tightly while I played go-cart driver with each of her nipples.

When Anna pulled the thong to one side giving everyone a glimpse of Kathy's well shaven pussy, I released one of the brunette's nipples and slid my hand down the front of her jeans and sent a finger into her sopping wetness. She jerked forward, sending her ass crashing into my erection. Once I was assured she'd done no serious damage, I went back to exploring her dripping vagina.

Anna went to work on her girlfriend, working her middle finger into her slit while using her thumb to coax Kathy's clit out from its hiding place. I decided to mimic her moves on the brunette just to see how it affected her. Kathy's hips bucked against Anna's knowing finger. The brunette moaned and bucked too; but not as violently as Kathy had.

All eyes seemed to be on the two girls. No one was paying any attention to the brunette and me, or so I thought.

At some point in the action, Anna apparently tired of teasing Kathy and dove head first into her snatch. A roar of approval went up from the on lookers.

"Fuck me!" the brunette squawked after turning her neck in a futile attempt to face me. 

"Um, maybe later," I said, and left her standing there by moving to the other side of the room and a place no female happened to be but afforded me a good vantage point of the action underway.

Kathy let out a load groan as Anna's tongue flickered over her clit. Then Anna began lapping her like a dog, running her mouth up and down the others wet pussy while Kathy's face contorted as she moaned and squeezed both her breasts.

I glanced around. There had to be forty or fifty people standing there watching them at this point. The brunette had found a nerdy freshman or sophomore, and was grinding her pubis against his leg while he had one of her breasts out of her wonder bra trying to figure out what to do with it.

Kathy grabbed Anna's head with her hands and held her face tightly to her pussy. Her eyes were closed and she kept moaning. Suddenly her back arched up higher than ever before. 

"Oh god, I'm coming. Don't stop!" she cried. Her hips ground into Anna's mouth as she moaned over and over. 

"Fuck me Anna, oh yeah, suck the shit out of me!"

Her hands left Anna's head and flailed helplessly in the air until another orgasmic wave crashed down on her. Kathy's right arm dropped to the floor and her fingers dug deep into the soft carpet. A moment later she flung her head from side to side as the sensations generated by Anna's tongue intensified.

"Coming!" she shrieked, and her fingers left the carpet and joined her other hand as they ensnarled themselves in Anna's hair, forcing her even closer to her pulsing cunt.

I was impressed with how Anna had kept her at the edge, letting her come, then pushing it off, then bringing her back again. Anna had a definite talent, and I would remember it a few days later.

Finally, Anna raised her face away from Kathy's sodden snatch and looked wearily around her. She seemed surprised at the number of onlookers.

Kathy collapsed on the couch, closed her eyes and apparently went into a deep, satisfied sleep. Anna made no attempt to wipe her face clean of Kathy's juices, but kept her eyes downcast, not wanting to meet the eyes of those standing around her as she adjusted her top so that her breasts were covered.

It appeared that she wanted to return to Kathy and continue their oral activities, but Kathy was now out of it.

"Mind if I join in?" A tall, gorgeously proportioned brunette asked with a seductive smile.

"Sigourney! I didn't know you were here!"

"We can't use the couch," she said calmly as if it were just the three of them in the room. "It would be impolite to oust Kathy right now. There's a bedroom free upstairs, care to join me?" 

She held a hand out, Anna took it, and followed her up the stairs with everyone else at the party except those passed out, or being violently ill outside or in the bathrooms right behind them.

"Let's get naked," Sigourney said almost whispering.

It took mere seconds to accomplish. I was very impressed with Sigourney's body. Her face rivaled that of whoever the Clairol model of the month was. Her breasts while not overly large were succulent, and as enticing as any I'd ever seen. Her legs were sensational and served as the perfect complement to her jutting ass.

In short, Sigourney was perfection personified. I knew I would have to meet her. I knew I was already falling in love with her, and I knew she would not be an easy conquest.

They started with Sigourney running her hands over Anna's back then fondling her ass. To my surprise, Sigourney's eyes met mine as she slid a finger into Anna's rectum, causing the girl to moan appreciatively.

I blew her a kiss and she returned it, and then heard her whisper to Anna, "Relax, honey; you're going to enjoy this." She moved her right hand over and let it rest on the smooth, silky junction of Anna's legs. Anna closed her eyes and leaned back as she felt the sensuous warmth of Sigourney's palm rubbing lightly over her pussy.

Sigourney smiled, moved her middle finger in and out of the others asshole while making small circles with the hand on her cunt. Anna moaned; her breathing became heavier, and she sank down almost totally relaxed.

I drew closer, smiling and framing the scene in my mind's eye as Sigourney toyed with Anna. Sigourney kissed her, sucked on her pink eraser-tip nipples, and finally dropped to her knees and probed at her goodies with her tongue. 

A red-headed guy I thought might be on the tennis team produced a ping-pong paddle and handed it to Sigourney, who was giggling and reluctant at first but made good use of the thing. She teased Anna's ass with it at first, and then delivered a few hard, jiggly smacks that caused Anna to gibber like a schoolgirl.

I saw a shudder of expectation sweep through Anna. Evidently, Sigourney saw or felt it as well and couldn't resist caressing the swollen, open lips of Anna's cunt, causing her to jerk upward and cry out. Sigourney then performed an acrobatic move that ended with her straddling Anna's face.

"Let's eat!" she barked, and the two girls segued into as nice a 69 as I'd ever seen.

Maybe a minute or two passed before Sigourney raised her head from between Anna's thighs and beckoned to me. "Yeah, you in the dark blue shirt; c'mon, join in!"

A roar went up from the crowd surrounding the bed as I clambered up to join them. I took a second to orient myself and took snuck a peek at Sigourney's neatly trimmed pussy, and with a silly wave to our audience started licking and tonguing her ass. 

Sigourney squealed with delight. Later she admitted she had thought I would stick my dick up her ass, or force Anna away from her cunt. But at that moment she squealed and shook her ass like a fish on a baited hook.

Now Anna benefited from all this, for Sigourney never let up on her and the squealing and shaking only served to arouse Anna more.

To give Sigourney a slight reprieve, I lowered my face and began alternating with Anna; each of us licking or sucking on Sigourney's pussy. We quickly developed a rhythm that had Sigourney quivering with anticipation until, with a concentrated effort she managed to make Anna come and abandon Sigourney's pussy, leaving me in charge as it were.

In my haste to get my dick in Sigourney's mouth, I rudely shoved poor Anna to one side and reversed my position on Sigourney. Now my cock hung over her face as I licked both her ass and pussy in turn. She wasted no time in gulping me into her mouth, and by the first thirty seconds I knew my dick was in the mouth of an expert.

Anna refused to be left out of the picture. She attacked my ass; sending her tongue in a respectable distance on her initial try. There was no way I was going to last with the two of them working me over and I let it happen.

"Gonna cum!" I yelled, giving Sigourney fair warning. She was ready for me when I did, yanking me from her mouth and letting me shoot my load about a foot away from her onto the sheets and part of the pillowcase while the spectators cheered.

I rolled over on my back. The girls scampered off to the bathroom, shyly holding their clothing close to their breasts. Somebody handed me a beer, which I finished in two gulps.

I hopped of the bed, gathered my own clothing and followed the girls into the bathroom.

When I opened the door and walked in, Sigourney grinned at me then bit her lower lip. I memorized how she looked at that moment. There were dark locks of hair tumbling over her eyes, and her nipples stood poised to greet me. And so I grabbed her ass roughly and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She ground her pussy into me, and I broke off the kiss to seek out her right nipple.

Anna watched us as she finished dressing, then in a husky voice said, "You two better get a room; I'm leaving."

I was already pressing my palm between her legs. I was rock hard already, raring to go. I used the notches of her pelvic bone as leverage, and ground back at her. Sigourney's skirt shifted higher up her long, well-formed legs, then up past the satiny material of her panties. I dropped to my knees; saw the wet spot forming through the thin bikini underwear. I thought I heard a muffled whimper of desire.

She twisted and bounced her hips like a bitch in heat. The warmth in her loins reached the ignition point, and she began to bend her head from side to side.

"Oh God ... do something ... it's driving me crazy..."

I knew women, and I knew that this was my only chance to control this exceptional woman or she would dominate me, or casually toss me aside when finished with me. I didn't want that. Sigourney was a keeper. I knew it and had to be at my best to win her over.

"You're going crazy, eh, well let's see if this gets you off," I said as I slapped her ass twice.

"Umm, lover, I really like that, but I really want a different kind of hardness at the moment." Then she giggled, so I sapped her two more times. "You're different..." she managed to say before I slapped her again. "Will you please fuck me?" Sigourney implored.

"Okay," I said and dragged her by the arm back into the bedroom, which was now unoccupied.

After tossing her on the bed, I rolled her onto her back and stripped. She wasted no time in losing the few things she had on and I climbed on the bed and moved on top of her, supporting my weight with my arms on either side of her.

Ready or not, here I come," I whispered. "Christ, I hope not. I want you to last for hours!"

I brought the tip of my cock to her moistened slit and touched it."

"Oh, Christ, that feels so good."

"It's not in," I said to tease her.

"I know that damn it! But it does feel good."

I cocked my rear and drove it in.

"Woof!"

Easing all the way out, I slammed it home again.

"Woof!"

"What the hell are you a dog?' I asked.

She took a moment to respond. "No, I'm not a damn dog. You just knocked the air out of me with that thing of yours."

"Want me to stop?"

"Fuck no! Just..."

But I was already pounding back into her again.

"Woof!"

This time I thought I detected a happier tone to the woofing.

Sigourney brought her legs up and wrapped them around my waist. That action took her clear off the bed and close to my stomach. We kissed feveredly while I mauled her lovely tits as she moaned contentedly beneath me. 

I took my time with her, not wanting to hurry things, I would have preferred that this coupling last at least as long as she did; and so after a few rapid thrusts I arranged us so that I was flat on my back with Sigourney straddling me. We both moaned as she lowered herself down on my dick. 

When she was fully impaled I cautioned her to remain still, and slowly stretched out so that she had no real choice but to lay on me so we were aligned limb to limb. I had her hold my hands and extend her arms out to her sides, and then lift her body like a snake ready to strike. I kept my feet flexed so that she could push against them with her toes if she required any additional leverage.

I was positive she had never done this before. A married woman I had been seeing off and on (no pun intended) was into yogi, and had taught it to me. The major benefits of the position were that while my hands continued to squeeze hers, Sigourney's breasts were pressed against my chest, and we were thigh to thigh, so essentially, we were skin-to-skin over as much of our bodies as was possible. 

More importantly, when Sigourney pushed with her feet, she achieved maximum clitoral contact as we bumped and boogied against one another's pubic zones.

After she came the first time she kissed me. We continued kissing each other (it was rather easy, given our positioning) while she came at least four more times before she was begging me to alter our position.




Handsome Ch. 30



I helped her sit up, still impaled on my love spear then jack-hammered her for a minute or so until tiring and telling her it was her turn. She gave it a great effort, but her climaxes were coming with more frequency and intensity by this point, so that she was moving, then stopping, moving again and stopping again.

She began to cry, telling me she was sorry for spoiling my orgasm. I quickly told her she was doing the both of us a big favor, for when she stopped, I was able to gain control and not come just then. And then Sigourney, light brown hair falling over her face almost to those gorgeous breasts, drooped like a falling flower as she cried out and came again before collapsing upon me.

Twenty minutes later we were in my car enroute to her apartment. I had the top of her dress open and moved her shoulder a little to the side in order to get at her fantastic tit again. With both eyes watching the road, I rubbed the nub gently, tickling the strawberry tip so that both nipples stiffened from the attention.

"Want me to suck you?"

"That would be lovely, Sigourney, but I'd prefer we lived until we've had a chance to fuck our brains out in your place." 

She giggled and gave my hardon a good hard squeeze. I responded by taking my eyes off the road and urging her left breast toward my mouth. She moaned and caressed my face and head with both hands.

I had to serve to miss a tractor-trailer, after which I concentrated on my driving. Sigourney apparently agreed with my decision, because she moved closer to the passenger window and remained silent until I had parked the car in front of her apartment.

Five minutes later my dick was slamming into her tight sheath and my balls were slapping against her ass. Sigourney had an ecstatic expression on her face and I knew she was in the throes of another set of multiple orgasms. 

"I can feel you pumping me harder and harder. Ahhhhhh, I love this kind of fucking!"

(Yeah, and women claim it's a man's world. I wish I could cum fourteen or more times in one night. At least that's what she insisted was the number of times that she remembered coming. That gave me pause to wonder how many she forgot.)

"Look down baby," she whispered huskily in my ear, while lavishing wet licks to it. "Watch as your cock slides into my pussy and then look and see how wet and shiny it is when you pull back. Isn't it disgusting?"

I fucked faster.

""Would you find it revolting if someone wanted to take that disgustingly slimy dick and put it in their mouth?"

I fucked even faster.

Her hands left my face and sought out my ass, squeezing the cheeks briefly and then moving to cup my balls as I slowed my fucking; making sure each thrust took a different angle as it churned into her.

"If ... if you don't..." She couldn't seem to finish the sentence.

"What?" I said, "If I don't what?"

"If you don't come soon you'll have to call Anna and tell her to get her ass over here."

My fingers dug into the soft fleshiness of her ass cheeks, pulling them apart until she could feel the thickness of my finger searching out the tiny elastic hole of her rectum. "Ah! Put your finger there ... yes, there baby. Oh, God! Push it in deeper!"

"Oh baby, yes!"

She ground her hips into mine, reveling in the feel of my cock as it slid into the heated moistness of her tightly clenched thighs. My finger inched its way into the tiny passage of her anus, impaling her, holding her skewered like an apple on a stick. Sigourney retaliated, reaching down between our legs and guided my jerking prick to where she used it to slap at my finger embedded in her ass.

"Want it back there?" I asked.

"I want you to cum anywhere you want. My ass is yours if you want it."

"Might hurt," I said.

"I can take it," she answered quickly as she eased her hips up in order to give me better leverage.

"There ... there ... that's it," she moaned softly on feeling my cock slowly work its way into her tight rear channel.

"Does it hurt?"

"Of course it hurts. That's where most of the pleasure comes from."

Proving her point, she began wriggling up and down on my cock, I knew it was painful because her nails were digging into my back, and then I felt her shudder. That did it. My balls erupted and sent several long columns of sperm rocketing into her. That served to trip her trigger, and she came big time, jerking against me as I continued to spew into her. Then we collapsed and slept through the rest of the night. ________________________________________

The following morning while sitting on the couch, we told each other our life stories, went on to discuss our hopes and dreams and discovered we had a lot in common. When I told her about Hayley and our pornographic filming sessions, she laughed, "That's so you!"

"It is, isn't it?"

"So you want to get back to making smutty movies, huh?"

"It's a great way to make money."

"What about the police?"

"What about them?"

"They caught you once. It won't go well if they get you again."

"We were all minors at the time. That won't happen again."

"Can I help you?"

"What do you propose?" I thought I knew what she had in mind, but wanted to hear her say it.

"I might know of a few willing girls."

"I thought you might," I said. I had a few of my own, but there was no sense in telling Sigourney that at this point. I reconsidered, and mentioned the twins.

"Twins, that's novel. I've never heard of anyone having twins in a porno flick."

"I haven't either, but I'm pretty sure everything possible has been done already."

"Just how organized are you at this point, Aubrey?"

I told her. She was impressed.

She laughed and said, "I've got an idea for a movie."

"I'd love to hear it."

"Okay ... you and I are riding along in your car. I've got my feet up on the dash. We're talking about this and that."

"Sounds like a start, then what?"

"We see these two girls hitching. I tell you to pull over. You do, and I roll down my window and ask where they're going. They say Lexington..."

I interrupted her. "We may change locations, but okay, keep going."

"Um, I say, Lexington, or wherever is kinda far. What's in it for us?"

"Show him your tits," one says.

"You holler, 'Let's see 'em!' She pulls up her t-shirt and flashes you. Then the other one does it too. With everybody laughing they get in the car and off we go. We stop, buy some beer and shit, then ask 'em if they want to party. They're up for it and we find a motel and fuck like bunnies."

"I like it except for one thing."

Pouting like a spoiled child, Sigourney asks what the problem is.

"You and I are not going to be in any videos. We'll make them, not star in them."

"But you know I like playing around!"

"You and I can play around all we like. But getting your face and other parts of your anatomy in a film that's going to be distributed world-wide isn't going to happen. We have our futures to think about. Let the others put it out there. We'll be making the damn thing, not starring in them."

I was surprised at how contrite Sigourney got. "You're absolutely right," she said a moment later.

"You mean it, or are you setting me up for some bullshit?"

"No bullshit, Aubrey. I like what you said. You're thinking of my future. I really like that. I can't think of anyone else other than my parents who would be looking out for me that way.

I turned to face her, put my hands on the sides of her face and kissed her. We held the kiss for a long time and were breathing heavily when it ended. I put my hands on her breasts and my chest was pressed against her back, spoon like, with her body cradled against me.

Sigourney sighed contentedly as I kneaded her breasts, enjoying the feel of her nipples growing stiff under the palms of my hands. I moved my left hand down to her groin, pressing into the soft, neatly trimmed hair and began stroking there too. She responded by pushing her ass back against me, parting her legs in the process, leaving her left leg raised and resting lazily on my hip. Then, in her assertive way, she reached between her legs and took my cock in her hand, guiding it to, but not into, her. Still behind her, almost passive, my half-erect cock was between her legs, and she was rubbing it in a slow, circular motion against her clitoris.

I changed my position slightly in an obvious effort to slide myself into her, and whispered in her ear, "Ready or not, here come I."

Sigourney pushed my dick away and whispered back, "Uh-uh. Not there; I want you here, in my ass. Last night wasn't good enough." That said, she placed the head of my cock right in the middle of her anus, then rubbed it back and forth across the diminutive opening. 

At first, I thought she was teasing me. "Are you serious?" I whispered.

"Aubrey...?"

"Yes?"

"We're all alone here, aren't we?"

"Yeah, sure, why?"

"Because, we keep whispering."

Then we burst out laughing. 

"Now," she said, "do it, just fucking do it. All this talk about making fuck films has got me so hot." She still had my boner in her hand and rubbed the head of my dick against her backside pucker. "Mmm, Aubrey, I want it deep inside my ass this time."

My cock was already so wet from being rubbed between the moist lips of her pussy that it broke the sphinctoral plane with surprisingly little effort. 

She grunted as my cock broke the barrier, then hissed between her teeth. "Slowly," she said, "work it in slowly." 

She shifted her hips slightly to accommodate the unaccustomed presence of something inside her ass.

"Am I hurting you?"

"A little," she replied, punctuated by a gasp of breath. "Oh, it feels so fucking big!"

I squeezed her breasts hard, flattening them against her chest, as I softly kissed the nape of her neck. "I don't believe how tight you are!"

"Are you in all the way?" she gasped. "I feel like I've been split in two!"

"Just a little more." I pressed my cock forward, then felt it being tightened like a vise by her sphincter muscle. I seemed to gain ground only by easing back slightly and then pushing forward. She grunted and moaned a few more times before I finally pressed my wiry pubic hairs into her lower ass.

"How's that?" I whispered.

"Fucking unbelievable! Don't move for a few seconds. I have to confess you're not the first back there. But you're certainly the biggest. Ugh! I have to get used to it."

I continued kneading her breasts and kissing her neck and shoulders while my sheathed prick remained completely motionless inside her. I could tell the entry had been somewhat painful for her, but that was not unexpected. The walls of her rectum were warm and smooth against my cock. From time to time, she contracted the muscles of her ass around my dick, as she tested the elasticity of anus.

The anal contractions were beginning to have an effect on me. "If you keep that up," I said after a particularly tight contraction, "I'm going to come. I feel close already."

"No! Please, don't come yet! You just put it in, you haven't really fucked me yet. C'mon, Aubrey, hold off a while, okay?"

"I'll try. I can't tell you how good it feels!"

"The pain is almost gone, and it's beginning to feel good," she said. "Give it just a few more seconds and you can start moving in and out a bit."

"I'll come for sure, then," I told her, but I was already doing multiplication tables in my head.

"No you won't. If you do, I'll never let you do this again!"

Now that I had discovered Sigourney like anal, her warning was sufficient incentive to do everything I could to delay spilling my seed inside her.

With the pain all but gone, Sigourney began moving her butt in a slow, circular pattern, while my ensconced cock, virtually a prisoner inside her, obediently followed. Somewhere along the line I began to slowly pump my hardon. The dual phenomenon of our syncopated rhythm sent the both of us to a high we hadn't reckoned on.

"OH! Fuck my ass! Give it to me! Oh, my ass! I love it in my ass! Oh, Aubrey, it feels so good!" Her voice reverberated through the house. 

"Hey," I said softly, "the others will hear you."

"What others?"

"The ones down the street for Christ's sake, you're pretty vocal, Siggy!"

"Don't ever call me Siggy! Now just shove it in me! Make it hurt! Fuck my tight ASSSSS!"

Her immodesty catapulted me into a fucking fury. I started pumping her like a madman, driving my cock in and out of her tight ass with complete abandon. She grunted, she groaned, she bucked her ass against my abdomen, snorting rather than breathing, trying to pull me even further into her dark abyss.

If she wanted to feel hurt, I would be more than happy to oblige. I took her turgid nipples between the thumbs and forefingers of each of my hands and squeezed the nubbins sharply, painfully. It was this final, almost desperate gesture that seemed to do the trick. 

"I'm coming!" she cried. "I'm coming! YESSSSSSS!"

Abandoning the multiplication tables, I went into an all out frenzy and came, filling her with spurt after spurt from my pulsing prick. It was, without a doubt, one of the best fucks I had had in a long time. I hoped she felt the same way. We both came down slowly. I didn't dare withdraw myself from her. I just let my dick go soft inside her rectum, feeling the occasional tiny anal contraction that only served to remind me of what we had just done.

Finally, my limp member fell out, on its own, sliding onto the inside of her inner right thigh, still wet from my spending. Sigourney turned her naked body completely around until we were belly to belly, chest to chest. She wrapped her arms around my back and held me. With a soft, joyous murmur, she pressed her loins into mine, our pubic hairs mingling. "That was great," she whispered sexily.

I smiled. "I'm glad I held off, like you asked."

"Me too," she replied.

When our lips met, her tongue went right for my tonsils. She ground her abdomen into me slowly, sensuously, creating that familiar stirring in my loins that had disappeared inside her wonderfully tight derriere.

I had thoughts of going down on her just to ensure that she'd had a really good time of it, when she slipped her hand between our clasped bodies and located my semi- erection. Her tongue searched every nook and cranny inside my eager mouth as she slowly stroked me back to hardness. Breaking the passionate kiss, I asked, "Don't you ever quit?"

"Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your door," she quipped.

"So you're equating a beautiful ass fucking with a mousetrap?"

"Sort of," she giggled. "I mean, show me a new way to get off, like you just did, and I'll be at your doorstep, every night, wanting more."

I smiled, then moved my hands to her buttocks, feeling the ass that I had just fucked, and squeezed the globes between my fingers, prying them apart, then found I could send two, and possibly three fingers into the gaping hole my cock had created.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm back at the doorstep again," I replied, probing in her anus for a potential G-spot. I found something, not the G, but something that stimulated Sigourney enough to make her want me back inside her again.

"Don't you ever quit?" she laughed, a reference to my earlier question. She squeezed my cock tightly, then released it, before working her hand toward the head and squeezing it once more.

"I like your ass," I said, moving my fingers more rapidly and feeling her pushing back against them, urging them deeper.

"Maybe one more time, you think?" she whispered.

"I'm beyond thinking, baby. All I want to do now it wallow in that ultra fine ass of yours."

"Oh, you ... you say the nicest things. Put it in and be quick about it!" ________________________________________

I called the producer Hayley had put me on to, and found him receptive once he placed me as the infamous high school porno king. He also gave me the name of a lawyer he said he did not have on retainer, but would certainly use if his present legal advisors failed him. I was careful to explain I had nothing at the moment, but was just putting things in place. I assured him I had all the actors, scriptwriters and cameramen needed when he offered them. 

Hayley had already told me he would try to get a foot in the door toward controlling things that way. In the end, he agreed to back me financially, offering me $50,000 up front and another $35,000 after we finished the first film. 

I hung up the phone excited at how easy it was. Next I placed a call to the lawyer Hayley had provided. He wasn't in, but when I mentioned Hayley's name, I was told he would get back to me the following day.

The ball was in my court, so following football practice I looked up Dan DeLeon and brought him up to date. He was impressed with my locating what he termed "A big time producer, and movie industry lawyer," but was confused when I told him about Sigourney's role in the equation as Production Manager.

"I don't understand, we got girls, I got plenty of them. What's she gonna bring to the table?"

"Dandy," I said calmly, "what we're going into isn't a fly-by-night operation. If we do it right, and I fully intend to do just that, we'll need key people to help us."

"It sounds like you're taking over," he said bitterly.

"I am taking over. You've got Wilbur, and a few sluts. If I wanted to I could probably hire Wilbur away from you. You know I can get all the sluts I need."

"Fuck you!" Dandy spat out and turned away from me as if leaving.

"Wait a minute! You're an integral part of this enterprise. And it is going to be an enterprise. We're going to be big, bigger than you've ever imagined. Dandy, I promise you we're going to make a couple million on this deal. Are you willing to sit down and listen?"

He took a seat and waited for me to continue.

"A: We've got a moneyman in Mr. X. (at this point I wasn't about to reveal his name.) He has agreed to front us $85,000 for our initial expenses. We can get more if we give him good reasons. What I've agreed to with him is to make three feature length X-rated films of high quality." 

I took a deep breath and went on. "We're not just making porn. Everybody and their sister make porn, but its sloppy porn. The idea is to make a decent film, with a semblance of plot that viewers will remember, and hopefully like enough to buy the next film we produce. 

That brings me to B: The movies will be scripted. By that I mean really scripted. We'll hire some English majors, or journalists to put together a cohesive script from the outlines the production manager and I come up with. Don't get me wrong, ideas are always welcome. But we film from a script. The actors will have someone holding their lines on a large piece of cardboard. We will rehearse the lines beforehand so everyone knows their place and better fucking know how to pronounce the words they're reading off the cards.

C: We'll interview the actors. And yes, you can fuck them if they're agreeable. 

Now this is important. The actors will probably come in all age groups. I mean, we might need a grandfather, or grandmother for a scene. I told you we're going for quality with a story, so every scene isn't a fuckathon. Then too, it's possible we'll have some scenes with MILF's...."

"What the fuck's a MILF?"

"That stands for a mother I'd like to fuck. I know you've seen a few."

"More than a few, Dude!" Dandy was getting into it, and I appreciated it.

"And we can't forget the use of extras. We'll have to figure out how much to pay them and whether to do it hourly or daily. 

That brings us to D: Cameramen. Wilbur is good, very good, but what if we've got all these actors ready to go and he gets hit by a car? Obviously we need more of them; I think two more, with one in a reserve role. Maybe use cameramen B and C on an alternating basis. Give them both work and keep them happy that way. It will also allow us more camera angles during the shoot. You can't have too many."




Handsome Ch. 30



"What else?" Dandy said, "I'm sure you forgot something."

"I can't think of anything ... yes I can. The broads, we'll need tons of them. You want to know how we get them? We interview them." I didn't bother telling him I'd already covered the subject.

Dandy wanted to contribute and said, "We'll place ads in the right places and then film the interviews."

It was at that moment that I decided to get rid of him at the earliest opportunity. But not until he'd had a taste of making some films, and drawing a fair amount of money from the business venture. 

I made a mental note to have the lawyer evict him from the business before he knew what hit him, but in the nicest possible way.

"Dandy," I said while thinking about the aforementioned. "It's been said there's no such thing as a bad blowjob. This is surely a lie. Anyone who makes this claim has never squirmed under a row of sharp teeth, nor suffered friction burns at the hands of a partner who just wants to get it over with, or endured the lazy manipulations of a mouth that would rather be wrapped around something... anything, else. So we interview them, and you and I can have the pleasure of pronouncing them qualified or unqualified. Capesh?"

"Oh, yeah, I see your point."

"While I'm on the subject, I'll add that there really isn't such a thing as a bad double blow job. For one, any girl who teams up with a playmate to work you over is arguably well acquainted with the act of fellatio. And neither girl wants to look bad in front of the other, so they both bring their 'A' games to the, err, court. If having two women at once is like winning the lottery, then having two women worship the knobbed idol of your masculinity is like winning the lottery and the Nobel Prize on the same afternoon."

We laughed at my analogy, and after several more points were made, went our separate ways. ________________________________________

Later that afternoon I heard from the lawyer Hayley had referred me too. His name was Haliford. Harrison Haliford. He heard me out and gave me his rates for hourly and or yearly retention. 

Being full of confidence at the time, I opted for a yearly retainer of $12,000, as that reduced any hourly charges by half. I know this sounds exhorbent, but my thinking was that I was entering into a full-fledged possibly multi-million dollar business, and in that case the money was well spent.

Mr. Haliford and I met the following morning. I laid out my business plan and he concurred with it, making a couple minor suggestions which I accepted and promptly incorporated. 

He provided me with five different contracts: One each for the Actors, the writers, the cameramen, Sigourney, and lastly, one for Dan Deleon and myself. 

He smiled as he described the nasty clauses in each, and how they favored me. I inquired about the contract between Mr. X and myself and was told that inasmuch as I had no paper as yet, but since he had already provided me with the first installment of the monies promised, I was at his mercy. 

It was then that I learned Mr. X was general counsel to the Gambino family in New York, a well-known Mafia family.

I swallowed hard, and I'm sure my complexion paled, for Mr. Haliford permitted himself a thin smile. "You have their money. You will make their, or shall I say, your movie, or movies. They will be generous, this I know from the few contacts I've had with them. They expect results from you. I would highly recommend you fulfill your obligation and get the hell out as soon as possible."

"And how would I do that, Mr. Haliford?"

Haliford asked me another question. "Without incurring their displeasure?"

"Yes sir."

At the moment you have agreed verbally to make three feature length X-rated films of high quality for him to distribute nationwide. Did you address international releases with him?"

"No sir."

"He will undoubtedly take that as his own, giving you either nothing at all, or a small pittance of those sales just to keep you happy.

"And after I deliver the third film to him?"

"Hmmm, it might be a bit touchy, but if you're willing I can put you on to some, shall we say, legitimate producers in Silicon Valley who would be interested in working with you ... if your first three films do well sales wise."

"You said, 'touchy,' would you care to amplify that?"

"Yes, of course. I mean the Gambino Family might refuse to release you from your contract with them."

"I have no contract with them."

"But you do. You verbally agreed to make films for Mr. X in return for certain financial considerations."

"Yes, but ... that covers three films..."

"I know, but consider who you're dealing with. They don't rely on the courts to settle their differences with, um, their partners."

"On the other hand, after the third film they may let me go my merry way?"

"Possibly. And if I may be candid with you, I expect they will. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless your films are resounding successes, then they will most likely want to keep you in their employment. They will give you more money, but still own your films."

"Have I committed everyone making the films to them as well?"

"No, I shouldn't think so. They would consider those personnel expendable. Not in the bad way, of course, but replaceable, unless they win some sort of awards for their work. That might change their viewpoint."

I left his office enraged and frustrated at Hayley's obvious betrayal. Shortly after, as I drove back to the campus, I realized that Haliford was also recommended by Hayley, and headed away from the campus and toward my Aunt Nicole's home.

I stopped at a CVS Pharmacy and called her before dropping in unannounced. She was glad to hear from me and told me to come right over.

She looked better than ever and gave me a promising hug, kissed me lightly on the lips and whispered, "No hanky-panky tonight, Julius will be joining us for dinner. You are staying?"

"Um, yes, of course I am. Thank you for inviting me."

I had a few minutes to fill her in and she saw no problem in telling her husband about my circumstances. "The Gambino family, my God, Aubrey, you move in the strangest circles." But she was smiling that nasty smile of hers at the time.

We had dinner, and after I had filled Julius in on my football experiences at the University, Nicole told him that I needed his advice on a more serious note. Then she left us alone.

Julius listened carefully while I told him exactly what I was up to and what had happened.

"Are you eighteen or older at the present?"

"Yes sir."

"Too bad, although I doubt that legality would matter to the Gambino's. So that leaves us with my second option, actually my first, but I had to determine your age. 

I should tell you I admire your gumption in making these films. Nicole tells me you've already made some and they were quite profitable, although considered illegal."

I explained the circumstances to him and he smiled. "This Hayley seems quite the girl."

"Yes sir, she certainly is in a Machiavellian way."

Julius grinned and said, "It's not the end of the world. Let me make a few calls tomorrow. It's possible there is no Gambino connection. They may just be scamming you into turning over the profits from what appears to be a highly profitable enterprise.

"Hayley's father is a very wealthy man. I think he may have a finger in the porno business."

"That supports my theory about there being no real criminal organization involved. Although, what they're trying to pull off is criminal enough." Julius said, and stood up.

I took that as a signal that my time was up, and thanked him and asked him to thank Aunt Nicole as well.

"It's my pleasure. I've heard so many good things about you. And it appears you're trying to live up to them. I'm sure I'll have good news for you tomorrow. Call me around three. I should have a couple answers by then."

I thanked him again and drove over to Sigourney's. ________________________________________

There was another woman with her when I arrived. Her name was Allison. She turned out to be four years older than Sigourney and me, and she was married. There was just something about Allison that I found very irresistible, and I sensed Sigourney knew it and had arranged for her to be there when I arrived. 

This turned out to be true; what's the old adage? Women can't live without them? She wasn't a stunning beauty, but yet she had an innocent, wholesome look to her that was quite magnetic. She was about 5'7" and nearly perfectly proportioned. Her medium build gave the impression of slenderness, and she had nice round hips which complimented her breasts in making an attractive, shapely form. Her light brown hair hung straight and loosely down to her shoulders. And with only a hint of makeup, she had a very natural look. 

But I think as much as anything, her personality is what drew me to her. Her demeanor was one of sweetness, yet I had spent enough time with women to see a bit of a mischievous streak in her as well.

Sigourney told me it was perfectly all right to discuss the porno venture in Allison's presence, and I did so, recounting the events of the afternoon. 

Both women were shocked. I made us Vodka Collin's while Sigourney phoned out for pizza. After dinner, the three of us continued to indulge in several more vodkas and the mood had long moved from somber to giddy.

I may not have mentioned that Sigourney was a sophomore, and it turned out that Allison was one too. She had interrupted her education to get married. She had one child, a daughter, Mavis, now two years old. She was now in school thanks to a generous donation from her father. Her husband, Ned, was the apple of her eye, but from the way she kept glancing at Sigourney, I sensed that maybe she craved another fruit on occasion, and that possibly it was Sigourney.

"Do you remember the time when we lived in the dorm and you came back one Sunday night with your mom?" Sigourney asked Allison. "As soon as we heard your key in the door, I jumped up out of bed and ran over to slam it shut."

"Oh, yeah. I remember," Allison said. "That was really easy trying to explain to my mom why it was that my roommate was slamming the door in our faces. When you finally let us in you were in your robe with your lipstick smeared, I think she put two and two together."

"Well, she may even have heard Johnny, since he was hiding in the shower."

Even I had to laugh at that scene. As the evening wore on, I began to flirt with Allison, I was fairly certain Sigourney wanted me too. 

In turn, that led to our starting a discussion about our sexual preferences. Allison got right to the point, looking me right in the eye she said, "Aubrey, you guys seem to think that any time a gal has sex that a man seduced her, or forced her. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Look at us. Sigourney came onto the girls last night and then to you. Here I am, a married woman, coming on to you. One might say we've been stalking you. And what's more, when the evening's over I'll go back to my little life as Allison, faithful wife, until the next time I get an urge."

"And there will be a next time," Sigourney said, handing me another drink.

"Next time?" I said, looking at both women.

Allison laughed and said, "Oh, sure. I'll take classes for the two semesters. I'll pick out a guy in each class to get to know, kinda like tonight. Only I will admit tonight was at Sigourney's instigation.

"What do you tell your husband?"

"I'm working toward my degree, studying my ass off while raising our child and keeping house. As far as he's concerned, I'm too busy to cheat on him."

"Are all women like that?"

"Aubrey, there are two kinds of women. First is the woman who thinks that she got the very best man that was available to her. Not necessarily her first choice, but the best that she could snare. She will be very timid, very protective of her hold on her husband. The other kind of gal may or may not have got her first choice of men, but knows that she has the goods; she's a hot ticket that has men making moves on her all the time. If inclined she can become the Man Eater that is written about, and has songs written about her. That woman knows exactly what she can attain by using her sexuality, flashing her tits, letting men think that they have stolen her pussy. She's the one you see on the red carpet in Hollywood, or riding with The Donald in a limo. You guys only get what that woman wants to give you."

"Are women that calculating?"

"Absolutely."

"I'm just a clueless simpleton."

Sigourney laughed and said, "Want some advice, Aubrey?"

"Sure."

"Marry a woman who is a bright, aggressive, good-looking bitch and a first class Man Eater. Tie your string to her and hang on. All women are bitches. The question is whether they are bitches for you or against you. Marry her and then stand back and enjoy the show."

"Are you a Man Eater?"

"Got you wrapped around my finger, don't I?"

"Do you?" I said, and caught the look of uncertainty that flitted across her face. 

"Sure do," she said a split second later.

I had to wonder if Allison's husband had any idea of what kind of woman he was married to. I decided I would fuck them both and let them do one another while I watched or joined in.

I also wondered if I had I encountered this type female before. Probably, I thought, but they might have been too young to have refined their Man Eating skills at the time.

As our discussions continued, my eyes kept coming to rest on Allison. I couldn't stop looking at her. I even stretched out my arm so that it reached behind her where she was sitting. She jumped at first but to my pleasant surprise, she didn't move away. Actually, I think she even cradled a little bit back toward my arm and hand.

"I know you want her," Sigourney whispered in my ear. "I've seen the way you look at her." 

I turned to Sigourney with a bit of a questioning look on my face, wondering if I had correctly understood what she had said. "It's okay," she whispered to me as she rubbed her hand on my chest.

Man Eaters? I thought. Were they preparing a meal with me as the main course?

"Hey, you're awfully quiet, Aubrey," Allison said. I didn't say anything, but disengaged my arm from around her shoulder, placed a finger under her chin and pulled her close for a kiss. 

Allison let any thought of shock or inhibition slip away as she kissed me back, but there was no exchange of tongues.

"Aren't you forgetting someone?" Sigourney said, pulling me away from Allison and kissing me soundly.

My mind and body were dancing with emotion and arousal. I never expected Sigourney would be setting me up with her friend so quickly. Still I was wondering what was wrong with this picture. They had insisted they were Man Eaters, and yet here they were making themselves available to me when I had little to offer them other than a good fucking.

Finally I told myself not to question the circumstances, but to enjoy what was happening. Sigourney and I continued our kiss; Allison moved closer to me, and put her hand on my shoulder. I reached out and squeezed her thigh. Allison began to rub my shoulder and chest before placing her fingers up to play around with my lips as I kissed Sigourney. 

Eventually, Sigourney broke off our kiss and took Allison's fingers in her mouth to gently lick and suck on them.

Sigourney's eyes were a little glazed in arousal as she sat up and pulled her sweater up and over her head. Then, with one quick motion she reached to the clasp in front, opened her bra, and slipped it off of her shoulders. Her breasts fell free, and her nipples stiffened in the cool air-conditioning. 

I was salivating for those hard candies and pulled her down to my mouth for a taste. As I sucked on her breasts, Sigourney began unbuttoning my shirt. I sat up and took my shirt off, then turned to Allison and rubbed my hand up and down her back, first over her sweater, then under it. I kissed her and her tongue flew into my mouth. It tasted like warm silk. I idly caressed her stomach with my hand and felt the muscles tighten. Sigourney busied herself pinching my nipples, it hurt, but I ignored it. Still, I shivered when her hand squeezed my cock through my trousers.

Our kiss grew harder; I slid a hand under Allison's bra and gently cupped her breast. I was turned on by the way her hair had been tussled from the kisses. 

Sigourney opened a button then tugged my zipper down; my cock flew out of its confined quarters and into her hand. Allison moaned as my hand massaged the breast, moving it this way and that while she found her way under my shirt and tweaked my nipples in much the same manner as Sigourney had. I sent my other hand under her skirt and squeezed her thigh, then her ass. 

Sigourney squeezed my cock and slowly slid her fist from tip to base and back to tip again. I realized everyone was breathing heavier.

I pulled Allison's underwear to one side and pushed one, then two and then three fingers into her slushy wetness. Allison raised her arms and shrugged her way out of the sweater. When she finally had it up and over her head, the sight of her breasts, restrained only by the lacey fabric of her black bra, made me even hornier.

"Want me to help out?" Sigourney whispered breathlessly.

"Please..." Allison croaked.

Sigourney found the back of her bra, and with a twisting motion, pulled the clasp free then helped Allison slide it off her arms. 

Allison turned back to me and I let out an excited breath as I saw her gorgeous breasts for the first time. They were very firm and round with large, brown nipples. They too were stiffening in the cold air. I reached up and gave her breasts a squeeze and she let out a small moan. I let my fingers rub against both of her stiff nipples and then lowered myself for a quick taste of both her tits.

I saw Allison staring at my erection and I grew even harder. Sigourney spit into the palm of her hand and moisturized my dick, mixing the saliva with the pre-cum oozing from the tip. I was throbbing like a baton being waved by a half crazed musical director.

"Mmmmm, I can't believe you're so hard for us," Sigourney said.

"It's show thick," Allison said, so filled with lust she was slurring her words.

"That's what I like best," Sigourney said. "When he's inside you it just makes you feel so full. He really stretches me open."

"I bet sit does," replied Allison, still having difficulty in enunciating, but touching it for the first time. 

My body involuntarily lifted up off the ground as I thrust myself into Sigourney's hand. A surge shot through my body. 

"And we really haven't even done anything yet," Sigourney giggled. Allison pouted and said, "I hope he lasts long enough to satisfy us both." "Oh, I think he will. I test drove him yesterday," Sigourney laughed.

To Sigourney I said, "You'd better stop."

"Why, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just want Allison to cum first."

I sat up, grabbed Allison's ankles and pulled them toward me. She shrieked with joyous laughter. Sigourney let go of my cock and I went under Allison's skirt and pulled her panties off and let them hang on my left wrist. I spread her legs open and held onto the insides of her thighs.

Laughing delightedly, Sigourney chirped, "Oh, Allie, you're gonna get it now!"

I paused to let some saliva pool on my tongue, and then began teasing the inside of her right thigh then the lips of her pussy, but saved her clit for last. I made certain to move slowly and with a deliberate gentleness. When she was moaning with a regular rhythm, I picked up speed and moved my fingers back into her hole.

Sigourney busied herself sucking one of Allison's nipples and pulling and twisting on the other. 

Allison's moans grew in intensity. I bent the fingers up and behind her pubic bone where my fingertips encountered a very soft, smooth area. I moved slowly exploring the area which actually felt like the inside of a very slippery mitten.




Handsome Ch. 30



"Oh ... you!" she exclaimed, then went silent as I straightened the fingers and reached even further and encountered my goal, a hard, rubbery structure that felt like an erect nipple pointing south. This was her G-spot. The heel of my hand was over her clit, and those busy fingers hooked around her pubic bone and pulled upwards as if trying to lift her off the couch.

"Jesus Christ!" Allison screamed, but having her arm over her mouth helped muffle the sound. "Is he hurting you, baby?" Sigourney cried out, obviously concerned, but I knew she had been following my actions intently, watching and learning, as she later admitted while having me do exactly the same to her.

"Noooo, I don't think so. I feel weird, like I'm gonna pee. But I don't have to pee. It's weird shit, but it's okay."

I kept my fingers hooked, pressing them downward and maintaining a certain pressure on the tissue and waited.

Sigourney went back to teasing Allison's nipples and went I applied a touch more pressure to the sensitive spot the contractions began. Having done this to several women prior to Allison, I quietly assured her that while it might be painful at first to hang in and wait for the reward.

She was a good girl and did as I asked. Her reward came after a minute or so and had her announcing at the highest decibels that she was coming.

Sigourney confirmed what I saw afterward. Allison let loose a long stream of ejaculate that to Sigourney appeared to be piss. But I caught some in my palm, and with Sigourney looking on, tasted it, and then tendered it to her. She hesitated a moment, but then stuck her tongue out, licked my palm, and saw that it was not pee Allison was emitting but a different fluid. 

Meanwhile, Allison continued to spurt the clear fluid time after time and when it ended she was sobbing uncontrollably.

I had Sigourney hold Alison in her arms while I got a cool glass of water for her. She drank it right down and I refilled the glass for her. 

After finishing the second glass, Allison looked at me and said, "That was incredible. I mean, I usually come when my partner takes their time. But..." she turned to Sigourney and said, "You have to let him do you. It's incredible!"

"Excuse me," I said, but if you're up for it, this is the best time for me to fuck you."

Both women shrieked, "WHAT!"

"I'm telling you, if we do it now, they'll be nothing but orgasm after orgasm."

Allison didn't need to be told twice. She was on her back with legs parted waiting impatiently for me while Sigourney laughed. 

"I feel used already," I said, laughing along with her. I pulled Allison to a sitting position and kissed her. Sigourney closed in beside us and alternated between massaging Allison's breasts and pumping my hard cock.

"I want to watch," Sigourney whispered, as her hand dropped to her pussy and she began fingering herself.

"Get us some towels, we don't want to stain the couch," I said, and she trotted off to get them, and on returning slipped them under us and probably saved the couch.

I grabbed Allison's waist and turned her to face away from me. We were both up on our knees as I reached around to take her breasts into my hands. I squeezed her nipples in my fingers as I kissed and sucked along the back of her neck. 

My stiff cock was pushing into the back of her ass between her cheeks. I could literally feel her heat close to my erect dick. I put a hand up on her shoulder and pushed her down onto her hands and knees. I looked at the beautiful ass in front of me that I had admired earlier when pulling off her panties. I placed my fingers down onto her pussy and pushed them inside to feel her wetness. Alison moaned in excitement as I fingered her. She was squirming against my hand until I took it away and put my fingers in her mouth for her to suck, lick and taste her own wetness.

Then, I grabbed my cock and probed for Allison's hot opening. As my cock slid into the tight, wet, blazing hot sheath of her cunt, I tried to memorize everything; the sound of her moaning; the way her face looked when she was all the way down on me; the bounce of her little breasts as she rode me, and the hardness of her nipples. 

I wanted to remember the contours of her wide-spread thighs, and the way her pink lips clung to me as she rose and fell. I needed to retain the smell of her, her weight, her shape — everything.

"Ohhh, it feels so thick," Allison groaned happily. "It feels so good."

"It's so hot watching him push in and out of you," Sigourney said, sounding like she wished it was her getting plowed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Sigourney was still fingering her pussy as she watched me fuck her friend. I had my hands on Allison's ass and hips so that I could really drive into her, slowly pulling out and pushing back inside, savoring the feeling of her unfamiliar pussy. 

Before long I wanted her so bad that I quickened my pace, and was soon pounding in and out of her.

"Fuck her!" Sigourney moaned in my ear. "Plug that wide open pussy. Drive your big cock into her!" The sound of Sigourney talking that way made me bang her friend even harder.

Sigourney slapped Allison's ass. Allison let out a startled moan at the first slap then began breathing heavier as Sigourney continued spanking her ass. 

Now, as Sigourney spanked Alison, she placed a hand underneath her and started fingering Allison's pussy. And with her other hand she reached between my legs and cupped my balls in her hand. I continued to fuck Allison while Sigourney worked at massaging Allison's swollen clit. Allison whimpered in ecstasy as my cock surged in and out while her best friend worked her clit.

"Yes! Yes!" Allison groaned. "This feels so good. My pussy is on fire! You're going to make me cum!"

Sigourney's fingers worked harder to push Allison over the edge and I plunged my cock deeply inside of her. Allison then forced her pussy back onto my cock as the first waves of orgasm began to shake her body. She let out a loud groan and shuddered around me as her cunt tightened around my dick while spasm after spasm ripped through her. I held her tight and kept my cock as deep inside of her as I could, taking pleasure in feeling her climaxing. 

Seconds' later she quivered twice and came again. This time pushing her well spanked ass all the way back onto me before slowly sliding forward until my hard dick fell out of her cunt.

"I think he's had about all he can handle," Sigourney said. "I think we should probably help him finally relieve all of this pressure.

Sigourney then pulled my cock with her hand and forced it into Allison's mouth. Allison took me into her mouth and licked and sucked her own pussy juice from my erection. Sigourney was right, I had endured about all I could handle and knew I was close.

"You two are going to make me cum," I groaned. "I'm going to cum!"

Allison then took her mouth off of me and pressed her face to Sigourney's so that they could both lick and kiss my member. Then with each of them holding my dick, they kissed each other and jerked me off at the same time.

Feeling my ejaculate pouring through my tubes like molten mercury, I took my cock and pointed it at Allison then applied the last two needed strokes. With a loud moan, the first line catapulted out of my dick and hit her cheek. Sigourney leaned in and caught the second salvo on the bridge of her nose with a partial spatter landing on her left eyelid. 

I managed to give them each a fair share of my load, spurting cum into both of their open mouths. They took my cock into their mouths and sucked out of me what was left before kissing each other again while I rubbed my dick over their faces and then sat back and let them lick the cum from their respective faces.

"Did you like doing us like that?" Allison asked as she rubbed her hands over Sigourney's naked flesh, and I was making us all another drink.

"As a matter of fact I did," I said, coming back and handing each of them their drink.

"You can't shock him, Allison; he's been around the block."

"That's right," Allison replied, "he's into porno movies isn't he?"

"Well, I'm about too..." I began, but was interrupted. 

"So he likes it like this, huh?" Allison chirped, and seductively bent over me and gently swayed her ass in the air. I stared up to the light wisps of hair between Allison's legs and reached up to squeeze an ass cheek in my hand.

"Ouchie! That hurts."

"Sigourney slapped you pretty good," I said. "Did you really spank me?" Alison asked Sigourney. Evidently she hadn't noticed it at the time. She got up and walked over to a mirror and inspected her derrière. "Wow! You left hand prints," she said apparently awed by the red marks.

I made a mental note to spank the both of them if the opportunity presented itself.

Sigourney knelt beside me, smiled and said "I love you," then placed her mouth on one of my nipples and gave me a gentle, yet firm nibble. As she was kissing me and letting her head fall lower, I felt Allison take my cock into her hand again. She began to tug on it and stroke me up and down. Her warm hand felt incredible on me.

"I would love to taste him again," Allison said, "but you found him, so you should have first licks on him this time."

"Christ, you two make me sound like a piece of meat," I said, getting a little pissed off.

"We can share," Sigourney laughed and joined Allison's hand on my fast rising member.

"And, we're off!" I yelled, as both women lowered their mouths to my abdomen, legs, hips, and thighs. They kissed all around me as their hands continued to pump life into my cock. They pulled my legs further apart so that they could reach me better. Sigourney placed her mouth and tongue on the inside of my thigh and licked up toward my balls. When she reached them, she took one in her mouth and sucked hard. I let out a loud moan. At the same time, Allison was moving her mouth closer to my cock. As Sigourney let my testicle fall from her mouth, she stuck her tongue out to lick up my stiff shaft.

Allison moved down to take my other testicle into her mouth for a taste of her own. The feeling of my balls in Allison's mouth combined with the sensation of Sigourney's tongue on my cock was driving me insane. I was starting to gasp for air because I was so turned on. 

Finally, Sigourney placed her mouth over the swollen head of my cock. I looked down to see that both of them were looking up into my eyes. Allison had taken her mouth off of me and was firmly holding the base of my cock and directing it into Sigourney's mouth. Sigourney plunged down over me, taking me into her hot, wet mouth. I reached down with my hands and placed them on both of the girls' heads.

My hips were starting to buck against Sigourney's plunging lips when Allison finally pulled me free of Sigourney's mouth and toward her own. I watched as Allison's lovely mouth stretched around and converged down upon my now inflexible cock. Sigourney looked up into my eyes and flashed a small smile at me, as if to say, 'Isn't this fun!'

"Let me taste you," I said to Sigourney, taking her hand and pulling her up to me. And while Allison continued to suck my dick, I tugged Sigourney even closer and positioned her so that her thighs were straddling my face. I reached up with my hand and felt her wet heat. I could smell her arousal and it made my cock throb harder in Allison's mouth.

I began eating Sigourney by running my tongue along the inside of her thighs and nibbling at her warm flesh. I couldn't get enough of her. With two fingers, I gently spread her apart and raised my head off the ground and lapped at her juices. She threw her head back ecstatically while I licked long and deeply inside of her wet opening. She reached down and placed her hands on my head to pull me closer to her. I began to alternate between long, slow licks up to her clit and quick, probing flicks of my tongue on her hot button.

"Oh, yes baby," Sigourney cried out. "Your tongue feels sooooo good. And watching Allison on you has me so turned on."

Her thighs started trembling around me as she squeezed my head tighter between them. She took in a deep breath and only a small squeak of air escaped her mouth before she began convulsing in her orgasm. 

As she was cumming on my tongue, I felt Allison take me out of her mouth and rise up behind Sigourney. Sigourney's thighs relented and freed my head. I glanced up and saw that Allison had her arms around Sigourney to support her weight and to grasp her breasts. When Allison began to squeeze Sigourney's nipples, Sigourney let out another scream and finished coming. Sigourney then shifted her leg and moved off my mouth. She turned to kiss Allison, and I could see the outlined shape of their tongues silhouetted in the dim lighting. Sigourney then lowered herself to me and kissed me, allowing me to taste a little of both of them.

"Does Alison need a ride home?" I asked.

Both women giggled. Sigourney answered my question, saying, "No sweetie, it's a sleepover. Want to join us?"

She didn't have to ask me twice, but then I remembered I had football practice at eight in the morning, and begged off. "I really need what little stamina I have left in my tank," I told them. 

They jeered at me and made me feel wimpish and guilty. But I got dressed and made it home to sleep for five meager hours before having to get up and going. If that's what one would call what I was doing. It showed at practice, the coaches were all over me, making me run extra sprints until I was vomiting on the grass near the sidelines.

It was then that I knew I was going to quit football to concentrate on my studies and making my movies. And so, just like that, I moved into the next phase of my life. 



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Chapter 31

Organizing Things

After classes that day I went home and to sleep, waking at five the following morning. At eight, I called Julius Baxter and learned that Mr. X was no longer my producer. I wanted to cheer, but realized that left a gaping hole in my financial and distribution needs.

But Julius was at least a step ahead of me. "You have an eleven o' clock conference call in my office. Be there, no tie necessary. But be there, and be prepared to answer some tough questions."

I made my class in Spanish at nine then cut the remainder of my morning schedule. I stopped by the football coach's office and hurriedly told him I had lost interest in being a backup quarterback. He took it well, and I trotted to my car and drove over to Julius' office.

It went surprisingly well. He had a client who knew a guy, who knew a ... you can see where I'm going with this. At any rate, 'the guy' in question happened to be located in California, Silicone Valley to be specific. His name was Howard Keller, and he made it clear to me that he did not invest in beginners, but had seen two of my films made earlier with Hayley and thought they had merit.

"More than merit," he said, "they made a shitload of money. They were also fresh and full of ideas that, I'm sorry to say, have been stolen by everyone out here in the business. I'm guessing you've got some new ideas, at least I hope you do, or I'm wasting my money."

"Mr. Keller," I said, trying not to stammer, I do have some new ideas, but I'll tell you what, you bankroll the first film, and if you don't like it, you keep it and I'll forgo any money it makes."

"You sound confident, kid."

"Oh, I'm not finished. If you like it, you double the size of the bankroll for the next two films, and we split the profits fifty-fifty, after you recoup your investment."

Keller protested, saying, "Wait a minute, I don't make any deals without my lawyer's approval. I recommend you do the same. That said, I'm not turning your offer down, I just want cooler heads to look at the situation. We need to put it in writing, ask Julius, he'll tell you I'm right."

I looked at Julius and he nodded affirmatively. 

"I don't disagree with you, Mr. Keller, I think you're right. Perhaps you'd be kind enough to let me know how much money you're thinking of advancing us to get under way." I then went on to tell him what my needs were and where we stood as a production company.

"You've got all those people lined up?" he said.

"No. Not all of them. I still need a lighting expert, an electrician and two cameramen. Um, I expect to meet with the cameramen this afternoon to see if they'll accept my salary offer. I've got feelers out for a couple a scriptwriters. I'll have to look at some of their work to see if they really can put a script together. And my production manager is putting an ad together to pull in some potential actors and actresses for auditions."

"You've been busy," he said.

"I can't afford to waste time. This afternoon I'm having someone check out several locations for shooting the sex scenes. You know it never really ends until the film is in the can."

"I know. Okay, before the lawyers get involved, will $100,000 be sufficient to get you through the first film?"

"I certainly hope so."

"It had better, that's all you're going to get out of me. I want a film that's different from all this shit being mass produced."

"I'll tell you this much, we'll have a story with a plot and lines the actors can deliver without screwing up. I'm hoping to attract the female audience to my films as well as the males already going to see them."

"I like you're thinking. Okay, I'll be in touch with Julius and you. Good talking with you. Break a leg, kid," and he hung his phone up.

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I had an hour before my meeting with Wilbur and his buddies, so I went to Burger King and feasted on two burgers and an order of large fries along with a coke.

To say that Wilbur was excited would be no exaggeration. He was quivering with excitement as he introduced a tall, skinny, pimpled faced kid, named Ross, whose driver's license stated that he was twenty-six, although he looked fifteen.

"Vinnie's late," Ross said in a high-pitched voice. I would later learn that his friends called him Birdie because of it. I shortened it to Bird, for two reasons: first, Birdie sounded too juvenile and I didn't want a group of naked men and women trying to get it on while someone called Birdie was being told to move in for a close-up, or other camera strategy. Second Larry Bird was King on the basketball courts at the time. Calling him Bird, gave him prestige, and with his geeky looks and voice, he needed as much of that as I could dredge up for him. And he seemed to take to the new nickname.

Vinnie showed up ten minutes later. He was a muscular guy, although short, possibly 5 feet, 5 inches tall and wore elevated shoes. He was decent looking, and in short order proved he knew more about camerawork than Bird, but because he was late and because it really didn't matter, except to the guys themselves, I made him 3rd camera.

All three needed camera work. Porno, I was told, was totally acceptable to their world in that it counted as professional work behind the lens on their respective resumes. I offered them the same wages and met no resistance. And when I told them they would be filming the interviews and getting blowjobs from the occasional applicant (well, females anyway.) they quickly signed the contracts Julius had provided me with earlier.

Vinnie also proved valuable in setting me up with my electrician and not one, but two lighting experts, all of whom were happy to sign on the following day.

I called Sigourney, learned that Allison wanted me to know that she expected to see more of me in the future, and that she was meeting with a potential writer later that afternoon and would I be interested in sitting in. I was, and did.

Her name was Ursula Bartoli. I would have cast her for a role in a nanosecond. But one of the first things she told me on meeting her was that she was not interested in performing in front of a camera.

"I do," she said, "have some interesting ideas for some storylines, however. I have a vivid imagination and Sigourney here tells me you're looking for that rather than the run-of-the-mill crap one rents at the video store these days.

I admitted that was what I wanted and told her I would pay her $50 for a synopsis and that if I liked it, would pay her $500 for a finished script.

"What about revisions?" Ursula asked, "There are always revisions that take time, and of course they always need to be done immediately."

"How does $100 sound?"

"For each revision, fine, but no, if that includes all revisions."

"Are you a law student?" I asked with a smile.

"No, but Daddy's a lawyer," she answered, returning my smile.

"Okay, a hundred for each revision, ' I said agreeably. "And here's a check for $150 for the first three synopses, ' Ursula.

That got me a hug from Ursula, whose boobs were quite firm as they mashed against my chest. 

Sigourney checked me out to see what effect the hug had had on me. It wasn't all that noticeable. Well that's what she told me later. I would not meet the other writers until the next day. That meeting went almost as well as Ursula's had, except they didn't give me a hug. At any rate, their names were Willie Smith and Demetrius (Demetri) Roskov; and they were proven writers having been published several times each. 

However, their respective work, although published had not sold well, and they were hungry and willing to work with me.

After Ursula left, Sigourney showed me the draft she'd put together for the ad we would be placing. It seemed all right and I gave her the green light on it. I knew it would attract some candidates, and as yet we didn't know exactly what types would be needed for the first shoot since we had no script at the moment.

"We could use that little scene we talked about the other day," Sigourney said seriously.

"The one where two hitchhikers are picked up?" I asked, and got a quick nod. "Let's put that on a back burner for the time being."

"Okay, but why?"

"It's not fleshed out, we have no usable dialogue. Our stuff has to have decent plot and dialogue. I'd like you to place the ad and we'll go from there. Now I've gotta run, I'm supposed to catch up with Dan DeLeon and help him scout a couple potential locations."

"Houses? You two are looking at houses to rent?" Sigourney sounded incredulous that we two could pull it off.

"Yeah, the two of us are looking at some properties. While we don't know what we're going to be filming, we can always use a given property even if only for exterior shots. But we'll be looking at them with several things in mind."

"Such as?" Sigourney asked.

"Availability, location, extras, such as privacy afforded and say, swimming pool, or type rooms. I mean, there's bedrooms in every house, but some have pool tables or luxurious rooms that ooze glamour. Some rooms are easier to light than others. It goes on and on."

"How are you gaining access to these ... potential sites?"

"Oh, didn't I mention that I have a realtor working with us. A realtor who guarantees us secrecy and for a price will let us use the occasional home whose owners are out of the country, and as long as we have the place cleaned professionally after filming won't cost us butka."

"I'm impressed, Bree. Really I am. That doesn't leave us much time. Want to have a quickie?"

"I'd love one, but there's no time. I should be with Dandy already."

Sigourney pouted. It was a lovely pout but one I'd seen women use before and I gave her a quick kiss and hug and after reminding her to place the ad, left her to catch up with Dandy.

I found Dandy with the realtor, who was the mother of this girl Dandy was boffing regularly. The mother thought an engagement was on the horizon, it wasn't, but neither of us saw any reason to tell her otherwise. She was a greedy type, and perfect for what we wanted. I saw no reason not to tell her what we were doing, and to my surprise she decided to make us a personal cause, as porn made tons of money and she wanted her daughter marrying a rich husband. 

I was relieved that was her reason. For a moment her enthusiasm led me to think she wanted a starring role in one of the films.

But one thought led to another and I checked her out with a thought to actually using her in a parental type role. But when I mentioned the possibility, she laughed it off, saying her professional career came first. Making a porno flick would ruin her reputation. Then she caught me completely off guard by telling me that she did know a couple women who would die to be in our films. 

So I asked and received their names and numbers. All Veronica wanted was to be able to call them first. When I asked if in her opinion, they would look good on camera, she laughed and said, Molly will dazzle you, and Vickie will probably fit the bill, although she's not a beauty-queen.

The home we looked at I dismissed at first sight. It was too exposed to prying eyes. I told Veronica and she agreed immediately and we drove off in two vehicles to the next house.

It met my initial criteria, and we learned the owners had had it for sale for over six months without any offers being made.

"It really needs an up dated kitchen. Potential buyers come in, see the kitchen and leave without going through the rest of the house. It would cost about $65,000 to modernize and they will have to lower their asking price or put money into it before any serious buyer with talk to them."

"So, this will be here next week or next month if we need it?"

"More than likely. But can I suggest something?"

"Certainly."

"Use a three day max on filming at any place you find. Three days gives you a kind of safety-net for getting in and out without undue complications."

"You just earned yourself $100, Veronica," I said and handed her two fifty dollar bills.

"Hmmm, I can do business with you two," she said, tucking the bills into her bra.

"Part of that's for the recommendations on Mindy and Vickie."

"Um, it's Molly and Vickie. Get their names right, sweetie, you don't want to piss them off at the start of a relationship now, do you?"

"I don't and thank you, I really appreciate your advice."

"Dan, when are you seeing my daughter again?"

"Oh, we're going out tomorrow night," he replied quickly. Too quickly by my count, for a strange expression crossed Veronica's face, but she recovered quickly, and we went on to look at a third house, which also had possibilities.

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On my way home I remembered the twins and how I had wanted to use them in a film. I called Ursula, told her about them and asked if she might try working something out that featured twins.

"It's unusual, but why not? I was toying with an idea, but hadn't put anything down. I can table it and give your suggestion some serious thought. By the way, have you located the other writers yet?"

"Yes, I have," and I filled her in on Willie and Demetri, whom she did not know. "We'll have a meeting in two days, okay? We can toss some ideas around and look at any material you guys might have at that time."

"Sounds, good to me. Meanwhile, I'll get hopping on the twins deal."

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To my great surprise, Allison was waiting with 

Sigourney when I arrived to pick Sigourney up for a little fun and games. They wasted no time at all in stripping and helping me out of my all too cumbersome shorts and Mighty Mouse T-shirt. Both women, in their own right were accomplished flautists in the skin section of the orchestra; Allison with her soft, silky lips and Sigourney with her tongue ring and talented fingers. Each of them had their little tricks—a slight flick of the wrist, or curl of the tongue, and great suction. Of course both swallowed, even shared my sperm before doing so.

I knelt on the bed and they had me together; taking my cock into their wet mouths and passing it back and forth, smiling and giggling as they did so. Each time their mouths met they giggled and kissed each other. They even tried to wrap their lips around me and kiss at the same time, a stunt which only prompted more giggling. 

I wondered how a married woman like Allison could get out of the house so easily, leaving a husband to babysit while she was out catting around. It never occurred to me that Allison might be bringing Sigourney over to her place for a different three-some, keeping him I line by telling him they needed their time together once or twice a week.

Someone asked me once whether these moments ever bore me. As I hovered over my lovely playmates, thinking about the moment when I'd make a mess on their pretty faces, it occurred to me that this must have been the dumbest question I've ever been asked.

We went somewhere afterward, I really don't remember where. I had a big, stupid double-blowjob smile planted on my face all night. 

People would strike up conversations with me only to drift away moments later, angry that I wasn't paying attention. I couldn't help myself. Even when we came home, when I had the girls again, plunging into one inviting cunt and then the next—even then, I was thinking about those two mouths performing their lovely duet on me.

It never gets old.

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Allison was still in bed with us when I awoke around ten. I asked her when she had to be home. "One," she said, Nick has a meeting at two-thirty."

"Then let's have some fun shopping," I said, catching them both off-guard.

"YOU ... want to take us shopping?" Sigourney laughed.

"I do. Bad idea?"

"On the contrary, it's a wonderful idea. Do you have a place in mind?" Allison asked, numbly.

"The Mall. If that's..."

"Perfect!" They said together. Fifteen minutes later (the ladies needed to apply some lipstick after the blowjob) were we on our way.

I selected a dress shop that had some very sexy cocktail dresses on display, and we ventured in.

After roaming around I noted two things. One, there was only one salesgirl on duty. The other two were at lunch for another forty minutes. (Yes, I asked.) And the changing room had room for at least two of us and perhaps more.

I selected a dress with no arms or shoulder straps, but it was obviously too small either girl, handed it to Sigourney and asked her to try it on first. Allison's mouth dropped at that as she realized she would be trying the same dress on after Sigourney. 

I whispered to Sigourney that she should take everything off before trying the dress on, and the idea was to seduce the salesgirl. I gave her a light pat on the rump and sent her into the dressing room.

I summoned the salesgirl and told her that she might want to assist my friend. She bit her lower lip a, nodded and hurried after Sigourney. 

Allison and I both saw that Sigourney was already nude when the girl opened the dressing room door. I had followed her and kept the door from fully closing. The girl did nothing as Sigourney stepped into the dress. Her undivided attention was on Sigourney. She was completely unaware of Allison and me standing, (well I was leaning into Allison's ass just a little.) outside the room.

"It seems to be stuck," Sigourney said in a low voice. The sales girl couldn't seem to find her voice, my guess is she was eighteen or nineteen, and inexperienced in sexual matters. She motioned at Sigourney to take the dress off and start over. 

Sigourney took the dress off and stood naked in front of the salesgirl who accepted the dress and then just stood riveted to the spot.

"I think a size larger will do," Sigourney told her. The girl nodded and turned almost bumping into us. It was as if she hadn't noticed us standing there as she blundered past us and quickly found the same dress in a larger size and hurried back to Sigourney, who was now seated in the solitary chair the dressing room offered facing the door with her legs wide open. 

The salesgirl stopped in her tracks, obviously stunned by the glint of sparkling light generated by the two rings Sigourney had piercing her labia.

"OH!"

"Come in, come in!" Sigourney called out shrilly, causing both Allison and me to start laughing uncontrollably.

Handing Sigourney the dress, the salesgirl turned away from her and seemed startled to find us at the dressing room door looking in.

Before she could say a word, Sigourney whirled past her and came up to me asking, "How does it look? Is it to big?"

I reached out and pinched her left nipple. Sigourney feigned a screech, but left my hand where it was.

"I can see your cunt," Allison said, and put a finger at Sigourney's entrance.

The salesgirl appeared horrified at first, and then underwent a change that apparently rendered her spontaneously sexual. She licked her lips and her right hand lightly rubbed across her pussy as she watched Allison's finger jab Sigourney's cunt a second time.

"You try it, Allison," Sigourney said, stepping out of the dress and standing nude just outside the dressing room. Allison followed her lead and stripped in place, then put the dress on while the salesgirl gaped at her. I wasn't sure if it was sufficiently lustful as yet, but my hopes were soaring.

"Oh," Sigourney said, "I see what you mean," and jabbed a finger against Allison's pussy while I placed an arm around the salesgirl's shoulder. 

The girl looked at me but didn't say anything. She looked as though she was about to, but stopped herself. 

I told the girls to find another dress. They began looking immediately, one nude, one almost nude, as casually as if they were home in their own bedroom.




Handsome Ch. 31



"You don't mind if they traipse around like this do you?" I asked.

"N ... no ... not at all," she stammered.

"So, what's your name, pretty girl?" I inquired.

"Bridget," she said, but it was obvious her mind was elsewhere. Allison found another dress, a black, clingy thing, more lingerie than dress, but it seemed perfect for her. She dropped the dress she'd worn on the counter and sauntered past Bridget and me waltzing into the dressing room, leaving the door ajar.

Sigourney found one a moment later and joined Allison, but instead of trying the dresses on, Allison went to her knees while Sigourney placed one leg on the chair, opening her sex to Allison.

Moments later, she was munching and licking away at Sigourney's cunt while Bridget and I looked on.

The salesgirl had a confused expression on her face, but her arousal was obvious.

I shook my erection from my slacks and tapped her wrist with it. "Take it," I said softly, and she did, gripping it tightly in her little fist. "Let's join them in the dressing room."

Holding my dick, Bridget followed me inside and I closed the door behind us. Her eyes were glued to Sigourney's crotch, where Allison was busily lapping away while Sigourney held herself open and tried to maintain her balance.

"Do you want to suck me or her?" I asked the salesgirl. There was a long pause before she replied. "Can ... Can I do both?"

"Of course you can, I told her as kindly as possible, although I realized the other salesgirls would be returning to the store before she finished either one of us. "Here, start with me." I brought my cock to her mouth and she devoured me to the root in her lust.

Moments later, Bridget had a hand under her dress and in her panties, frigging away toward an orgasm while slathering my dick with saliva, licking and sucking for all she was worth.

Allison was giving Sigourney all she could handle, and Bridget was licking my balls when we heard the front door open. I began to count, one ... two ... three...

The two salesgirls had returned. It was Bridget's bad luck that one of them was the store manager. She was the one who screamed first. I really believe the other one, a girl of perhaps twenty, screamed a split second later. 

We dressed quickly, while the manager phoned for the Mall security. We left, taking the mortified Bridget with us. I was promising her a better job as we all piled into my car. I was convinced Bridget would be a great actress, and gave her $500 as a down payment. (Actually, her rent was due, and I wanted to use her as a test case for the cameramen and myself in perfecting our interviewing techniques.)

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Back at Sigourney's I had Bridget sit down in the kitchen. Looking straight into her eyes, I said, "You know they fired you, right?"

"Yeah, probably, anyways I can't go back there."

"Speaking of back there ... I mean the store, Bridget ... are you listening?"

"Um, yeah, I guess," she responded listlessly.

"But I thought you liked what went on back there. Am I wrong?"

"It ... it got me going, you know?"

"The money I gave you, you put it away in a safe place?"

"Um, yeah," she tapped her purse, revealing the monies whereabouts.

Sigourney chimed in with, "You're a little slut, aren't you, Bridget? You wanted to take Allison's place at my cunt, didn't you?"

"I ... I guess..."

"And you sucked his cock, didn't you?"

"Um, yeah ... I guess..."

It was obvious Bridget had low self-esteem. I decided to capitalize upon it. "Don't guess, say what you mean." 

Bridget turned a deep shade of red. She tried to nod, but I kept her head still. "Uh-uh. I want you to tell me," I said harshly.

In a tiny whisper, she replied, "I like cock. I like sucking them, and I like them inside me."

"What about girls like Sigourney here?" (I should point out that shortly after arriving back at Sigourney's, Allison left to return to her own place.)

"Yes."

"Yes? What the fuck does yes mean?" Sigourney shouted, causing Bridget to cringe.

"I mean ... I like eating pussy. I could eat pussy all day long. I could fuck and suck cocks all day too," her eyes were downcast, but I saw her arousal mounting.

"Let's see you eat Sigourney right now," I said callously.

"Okay," she replied meekly and moved to where Sigourney was slouched in a kitchen chair, and knelt at her feet.

"Could ... could you open for me, please?" she pleaded.

Sigourney laughed and opened her legs. She glanced at me in appreciation, and placed a hand on Bridget's head, saying, "Go for it, sweetie!"

Bridget's fingers briefly toyed with the outline of Sigourney's vaginal lips, circling around and around, picking up the moisture that was flowing abundantly over her fingers. Then she began a stroking motion that parted Sigourney's labia and ran along the length of her lips without entering her, pausing periodically on her clit. 

Sigourney shuddered and gingerly bit down on Bridget's shoulder as she held her. Soon, random downward strokes entered Sigourney, eventually penetrating her with a luxurious consistency.

Sigourney abandoned any pretence of modesty and lifted a foot onto Bridget's knee, splaying her elevated leg to the side to open herself and allow Bridget's probing to go deeper. Sigourney's hands were around Bridget's neck as she stood leaning backwards, balanced with one foot on the ground, while Bridget's fingers explored the opening of her cunt.

"Uh-Huh, uh-huh!" Sigourney grunted, as Bridget's index finger gently scraped over her clitoris. To my surprise, Sigourney came quickly, and pulled Bridget close to her and kissed her hungrily.

Bridget's finger kept pumping into Sigourney's cunt.

I slipped a hand under Bridget's dress and quickly imprisoned it against the cotton of her panties, which were wet with her excitement.

As soon as I touched the salesgirls slit she lowered her face to Sigourney's cunt and began licking her. 

Sigourney promptly thrust her pelvis back at her face. Moments later, Sigourney appeared to tire in maintaining her position and simply lay down on her back with her knees drawn up to her chest, spread them apart with her hands and enjoyed the mouth and tongue of the young girl mouthing her twat.

Not wanting to be left out of the equation, I hiked Bridget's dress up over her hips and tugged her panties to one side. I fingered her as she lapped away at Sigourney, and at the opportune moment, entered her with a monumental hardon.

She was so surprised that she left off on her cunt-lapping to enjoy the heavenly feel of my penetration. (Her words, not mine.) Moments later, with her chin and mouth shining from Sigourney's juices, she resumed her greedy consumption.

Meanwhile, I fucked her with a steady rhythm, not to fast, nor to slow. I called it my Goldilocks pace. i.e., just right for the lady. I was too damned hot from all the fucking around in the store and watching Bridget munching away at Sigourney, to last very long, and so realizing the futility of trying to prolong the fuck, I sped up my pumping and came with a rush. Bridget came along with me, but to her credit, she kept going on Sigourney, concentrating on maximizing the pleasure being given to Sigourney. 

"Uh huh, yeah, lick it, baby! Eat my pussy, little slut!" Sigourney cried out, as Bridget's tongue applied itself to her sensitive nerve endings.

"Oh, God baby, eat that fuckin' pussy!" 

Sigourney's upper body was gyrating wildly, as the only way she could express her pleasure was through moving her torso, since to move the pleasure center of her wild cunt would necessarily move it away from its tormenting tongue.

Sigourney was nearing her climax, when she suddenly felt long, wet warm digits thrusting up inside her tight, hot asshole, (my gift to the ladies) and she exploded in a paroxysm of gutter language, and thrusts of her pelvis against Bridget's face. "FUCKING NICE, PRINCESS!"

She gasped for breath, then spat out, "Oh you son-of-a-bitch, Bree! Fuck my asshole with those long fingers! MAKE ME CUM!"

Knowing she was close, both Bridget and I worked harder on Sigourney until she came with a tumultuous howl and then fell back, hitting her head on the floor and lay there breathing heavily and quietly sobbing.

Then it was Bridget's turn. I sat back on the couch and had her straddle my lap with her legs splayed apart. I had her bend her knees up against my chest.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" she had the nerve to ask.

"Do you want a great fuck or not?"

"A great fuck? Yeah, sure!"

Sigourney laughed, although she didn't know what I was up to either.

Having assumed the position, Bridget was now almost upside down, with her arms stretched out behind her supporting her weight.

"Here we go!" I said and started fucking her. Basically, she had no choice but to use her PC muscles to keep me inside her. She did a commendable job, and her reward was my speeding up and slowing down, making sure to hit most if not all of her pleasure points.

My own reward, and the main reason I used this awkward position was that it afforded me a full-frontal va-va-voom view of Bridget as we fucked. 

Images that fueled my imagination for days afterward. Images that were reinforced when Sigourney demanded we try it several days later.

After I came with Bridget, Sigourney took her, cleaning my sperm from the salesgirl's twat and bringing her to multiple orgasms as Sigourney repaid her for the wonderful head she had given her earlier.

After we had all showered and dressed, Bridget readily agreed to appear in our films. She didn't seem to mind that we would not be fucking her in them.

"Hey, a fuck's a fuck, so long as it's a good fuck," she laughed.

All in all, a very good day.

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I returned home to find the football coach, Dave Currey, talking with my mother while waiting for me to come home.

He told me he understood my reluctance to play as fourth string, but at practice that day the starting quarterback had torn his ACL and was out for the year. 

I nodded in understanding, and said, "That leaves two more quarterback's, coach."

"I'm afraid not, Bree. Norris, (the second string quarterback) has mono, he's out indefinitely. And while you were 4th string, you did get to play and played well. I'd like you to come back. You would back up Spud Taylor Saturday, and you know as well as I that he's inexperienced."

"He's a junior, coach. He'll do all right."

"And what if he goes down?"

My mother jumped in at that point, saying, "Aubrey, it's your school. You can't let them down."

"I caved in. It wasn't that hard to do. I really liked playing football and knew that under the circumstances I would see playing time. I was better than Spud, and we both knew it. The coach probably knew it too. 

I told the coach I would be on the practice field the next day, ready to play.

"You know, Bree, I haven't told the team you left. As far as their concerned you never quit. But I want to welcome you back, son." He shook my hand and left moments later.

I slept well; after all, I had had quite a day.

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The following afternoon, after classes and after football practice, I dragged my ass over to Sigourney's and after discussing how to handle the conversation, placed a call to Veronica's friend, Molly Trammel.

Both Molly and I treaded carefully at first. She loosened up a little on hearing that Veronica had recommended her, and that the money was decent, her word, not mine.

It turned out that she and Vickie Shouse were very good friends, and that in Molly's opinion, Vickie would be willing to take on a role or two.

"You understand we want the two of you to play, um, parental type roles."

"So there's no chance I'll get laid in a scene or two?" she said.

"Um, I'd say the possibility exists. Remember, the scripts have yet to be written."

"Wonderful," she replied, and I realized I was getting a woodie talking to her.

"I can't wait to tell Vickie!" she chirped. "And I can't wait to meet you, Aubrey."

"Likewise, I'm sure," I replied. "So would lunch around two tomorrow be too soon?"

"It works for me, but I'm not sure about Vickie."

"I'll call her as soon as we hang up," I told her. Molly agreed, and we ended our conversation. 

As promised, I called Vickie. She turned out to be more agreeable about acting in our porno films than Molly. She was also available for lunch the following day.

All in all, it had been a productive day. Oh, for the record, I did not fuck Sigourney that afternoon. She had to pick up her uncle at the airport a few minutes after I talked with Molly and Vickie, and so I headed home, intent on hitting the books and getting some needed rest.

Around eight that evening I remembered the twins and how I had wanted to use them in a film. I called Ursula, told her about them, and asked if she might try working something out with twins as the featured starts.

"Can do," Ursula said, sounding upbeat. "I have some shit I'd like to try out on you when you have time," she added.

I arranged to meet with her the next day around three. I also mentioned hiring the two older women, and asked that she keep them in mind when writing material. Ursula was impressed that I already had some actresses under contract. I didn't bother telling her no one was "under contract" yet, and left it that way.

I called Dan and asked that he treat Veronica's daughter nicely for the next month or so.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean don't piss her off, and don't get caught with another girl in the meantime. You want a fresh piece of ass, come in when we interview some, and fuck them as part of the interview."

"I like your thinking, big guy," he said, and I realized I'd taken the right position with him.

Left to his own devices he might have hit on Molly or Vickie, or even Veronica herself and really fucked things up for everyone.

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I met Molly and Vickie for lunch the next afternoon. Molly was a tawny-blonde with short blond hair, crew cut on the sides and a bit longer at the top; this highlighted her long flawless neck. 

Then there were her eyes; a gray-blue that most certainly held one's attention. They were complemented by a wide, sensual mouth. She was built like a brick shit house, narrow waisted between the lush mounds of her C-cup tits and firm, solid haunches. Her curvy charms were well-revealed in the tight, skimpy red dress she chose to wear for the occasion.

Vickie, on the other hand, stood five foot seven. Most women over forty take a risk when wearing a mini-skirt. Not Vicki, she was slender with extremely long legs for her size. They were strong, and powerful as well as smooth and shiny.

She had small pointy breasts that probably rarely saw anything but a sports bra. I noticed the extra movement beneath a loose shirt every time she moved. Her hair, which must have been a fiery red when she was a teenager, was now a faded copper. She wore it up. Her skin had an almost porcelain quality to it, pale and delicate. But she was anything but delicate. 

And when she gazed into your eyes with those deep emerald green eyes, you felt as if she was doing an inventory of your soul. A proud bearing and a sweet smile rounded out her appearance. 

The camera would love her, and she seemed to know it. When I told them how much they would make playing the material, or older woman in a given scene neither women balked. In fact it appeared it was of little or no concern to either of them.

"Do we get laid by these young studs?" Vickie inquired with a wry smile.

"Yes," I replied, "probably not on camera, but that can be arranged if you want it."

"I don't care, I just want to get laid by someone who can get it up and keep it up."

I glanced at Molly. She read my mind. "I agree," she said then laughed. "Look at us, we're both..." she paused then said, "Over forty, but be honest, don't we look desirable?"

"I think the both of you are highly desirable. I learned all about sex from an older woman and I've never regretted a moment of it. In fact, I stop by her place occasionally for um, a refresher course. I never fail to learn something new."

"Now that's a ringing endorsement, isn't it, Vickie?"

"It certainly is, Molly. Perhaps Aubrey here would like to continue his education with us?"

I interrupted Vickie, and said, "You've already got my mind racing, ladies. While I certainly would be delighted to jump into the sack with either, or both of you, what I was thinking was ... um, was having you instruct some of the younger actors in the how to's of pleasing a woman."

"I like the way you think, Aubrey," Molly said with a twinkle in her gray-blue eyes.

"I find it commendable in a young man who can put forth his ideas to the opposite sex so succinctly."

"You know," I said, "If you don't find it offensive, I might have the writers put together a scene or two with, um, say one of you seducing the boy who mows your lawn, or something along those lines."

"What about our seducing our daughter's boyfriend?" Molly asked mischievously.

"That's a fine example, Molly. Let me make a note of it."

"Pardon me if I'm overly forward, Aubrey," Vickie said, "but would you like to come home with me and fuck my brains out?"

"Vickie, don't be so presumptuous. I'm sure Aubrey has better things to do with his time than bed some old women like us."

"I didn't invite you, Molly."

The claws were out, and I tried to intervene as quickly as possible. "I'm booked solid today, Vickie. But if you want, I'm free tomorrow around five."

"Wonderful!" Vickie cooed, "Here's my address and phone number. I'll see you at five!" She turned and gave Molly a victory smile. I couldn't let our meeting end on such a sour note and so I added, "And Molly, if you're free the following afternoon at roughly the same time, I'd be happy to pay my respect to you as well."

"Six would be better for me, Aubrey. And I really thank you for suggesting it." she turned to face Vickie and said, "We can compare notes after. I'm sure Aubrey will have some interesting comments concerning our prowess in the sack."

"I'm sure," Vickie replied, but I could see she was seething at how Molly had managed to keep up with her.

After making sure I had both their numbers, I left them to finish their lunch and drove off to my meeting with Ursula.

Ursula was dressed to seduce, and I almost forgot why we were meeting. Fortunately, Sigourney called to see how things were going and cooled me off. Well, not exactly, she told me what we would be doing later that evening and that caused me to rethink my plan for bedding Ursula then and there. 

As it turned out, that worked for all concerned. Ursula did have some good thoughts on using the twins (more on that later.) and my failure to make a move on her sex-wise, proved beneficial in that in her mind I became more desirable, and of course, Sigourney was waiting for me later. Could it get any better than this?

Oh, the twins ... Ursula handed me a few lines of a plot that had the twins in a college dorm, spying on a roommate masturbating and then making great use of a dildo. Ursula had penned a few lines for them describing what they'd like to do to her and then agreeing to move in while she was still going at it and confronting her. 

After that the roomie was putty in their hands, and the three girls went through a varied repertoire before calling a couple of guys in to help finish them all off. I liked her idea and told her to flesh it out, that she'd earned her money and wrote her a check to prove it.

I met Veronica at five and found the property she had to show ideal for its several bedrooms. I signed a two-month lease with an option to buy. The later part being necessary to complete the deal. This would become our base for the next two months of shooting sex scenes.




Handsome Ch. 31



The following afternoon I rejoined the football team. None of the players seemed to be aware that I had quit the team only to rejoin it, and I left it that way. 

After practice I called Dan DeLeon, Wilbur and Ross (Bird) Mann, two of the three cameramen we would be using. Dan had set up an interview with the first girl to answer Sigourney's ad in the paper. Her name was Indess Mahoney, and we all seemed to arrive at the home I had leased the day before.

While the cameramen set up their equipment, I brewed some coffee and gave Indess a cup and called Dan over to the side and told him what I expected from him with regard to the interview. He didn't argue when I told him that either Wilber or Bird would be the beneficiary of Indess' blowjob, even offered some constructive ideas on some of the questions I wanted asked. I told him to go with what he thought best and when he thought Indess was ready to call in the cocksman for the blowjob and more.

I had Indess sit down on the only piece of furniture in the room, a dilapidated couch, and went over to the cameramen.

"Guy's, I'm going to flip a coin. Wilbur you call, heads or tails."

"Heads!" he said giving me a quizzical look. I later learned he thought I was having them call to decide who would man the first camera. It was tails, and I tapped Bird on the shoulder and said you win the blowjob, when I wave you on, walk up to Indess with your dick out. Better take your pants off, I don't want you tripping on your way over to her. That would be a bad start. 

Wilbur, you film the scene for our records. We probably won't use this, but it's a good way to practice and since you get the next interviewee, I thought you two might want to see yourselves in action."

Bird couldn't believe he was going to receive head from Indess, who I might add was an attractive enough brunette, with a winsome smile, smallish, pear-shaped tits and a jutting ass.

Wilbur moved in with his camera and microphone, while I explained what was going on to Indess, who kept nodding. I never did understand if she realized what was happening and made a mental note to be more careful with future interviews.

She had met Dan Deleon earlier and readily accepted him as the interviewer. Looking back, I think she fully expected Dan to be the one she was going to fuck and suck. He never told her otherwise, and I made another mental note for future reference.

Dan: "I must say, you're very attractive young lady."

Indess: "Thank you."

Dan: "I'm sorry, please tell us your name."

Indess: "Indess Mahoney, I'm nineteen."

Dan: "That was going to be my next question."

Indess: "Oh," she started laughing nervously, 

"Sorry."

Dan: "Nothing to be sorry about. I'd prefer you relaxed instead of tense. Some applicants are. You seem okay with things, are you?"

Indess: "Yes, oh, yes, I am. I didn't think I'd be, but so far, so good."

Dan: "You seem a little nervous."

Indess: "Um, yeah. This is my first time."

Dan: "First time doing anything?"

Indess: Um, yeah."

Dan: "You haven't done pictures?"

Indess: "No."

Dan: "Mmm, well have you played with yourself at home, say in front of a mirror?"

Indess: "I have." (Laughs, self-consciously.)

Dan: (Joining in her laughter) "Me too. It's great fun, isn't it?"

Indess: "Um, yeah." (Her eyes dart from Dan to Wilbur and me, then back to Dan.)

Dan: "Indess, could you stand up for me?"

She stands and looks at each of us in turn.

Dan: "Um, turn around, please."

Wilbur sinks slowly to his knees as she faces away from us, trying for an upskirt shot. Dan saw him and helped out.

Dan: "Could you lift your skirt up, please?"

She did, revealing a purple thong caught like a wedgie in the cleft of her multi-pimpled ass. She also sported a winged tattoo at the base of her spine.

Dan: "Could you bend over please? Yes, lean your hands on the couch."

Indess knelt on the couch, presenting her ass to the camera.

Dan: "Oh, yeah! Make that ass shake for us, Indess."

She complied, laughing at the squeaky sounds coming from the couch.

Indess: "Am I doing okay?"

Dan: "Yes, but let's see ... Maybe a little oil on that nice ass?" He poured some oil on her ass cheeks and she helped smooth it over the entire surface while giggling.

Indess: "It really feels good."

Dan: "Now you're getting into it. Looking nasty, baby. Let me put a little more oil on you."

(Indess, still rubbing the oil into her skin, touches her cunt for the first time.)

Dan: "Why don't you pull the panties to one side? Really oil yourself good."

(She does, and begins rubbing her pussy.)

Indess: "Mmmm, it really feels good."

Dan: "You sure this is your first time?"

Indess: "Oh, sure! I didn't think it would be this much fun."

Dan: (Hurriedly placing a beach towel on the couch.) "Turn around. Yeah, sit down, baby. Um, want some more oil?"

Indess: "Sure!" (Rubbing her pussy faster; then slipping an oily finger inside her slit.)

Wilbur was on his knees, directly in front of her. I saw that he was sweating profusely, and went over and wiped his brow. There was no sense in him having to put the camera down because the sweat ran in his eyes. I also realized that Indess was not at all concerned with his close proximity, and wondered how to convey this to Dan without upsetting the applecart.

Dan: "Nice squishy sounds your making, Indess."

She laughed delightedly, and said, "It's all that oil. Usually it's very quiet when I jill off."

Dan: "How many fingers can you get in there?"

Indess: "I don't know. Shall we find out?"

Dan: "That's one."

Indess: "And two."

Dan: Oh," (Sounding impressed) "Three ... and four!"

Indess: "Four's the magic number."

Dan: "Can you try five?"

Indess: "I don't think..." (the thumb appears to go in, but Indess grimaced and quickly pulled all the fingers out.) "No ... I can't."

Dan: "That's okay. Let's pretend you're at home all alone, okay?"

Indess: "Mmmm." (Indess closed her eyes; and with her unoiled hand, reached into her peasant scooped blouse and took a breast out then played with the nipple while moaning contentedly.)

Dan: "You seem to be very comfortable performing for us."

I shot him a warning look, which he ignored and I realized he was as comfortable in his role as Indess was in hers.

Indess: "Mmmm, feels sooo good!"

Wilbur was slowly moving back. I knew he was now framing her whole body in his lens. It took me a moment before I realized that Indess was playing to the camera. I couldn't believe it was that easy to win her over.

I glanced at Dan, he seemed in sync with me, not speaking to her, letting her play to the camera. Wilbur made a slight adjustment to his lens, probably moving in for a close-up. The sound of her fingers sluicing into her pussy now filled the room along with her soft, almost continuous moans. Her panties were stained from the generous portions of oil Dan had applied, but Indess appeared unaware of that minor problem as her fingers dipped into her pussy with every other swoop of her hand. The girl definitely had rhythm.

Me: "Think it's time for Bird?"

Dan: "Give her some more time."

Me: "Whatever."

Dan: "Why don't you pull your panties off for us?"

Indess lay back, raised her legs and deftly removed the panties.

Indess: "Ewe, gross! I didn't think I'd stain them with the oil."

Dan: "Just throw 'em in the washer. They be clean as new."

Indess: "You think?"

Dan: "Sure, I've know others that did."

This comment appeared to reassure her, and she thrust her pussy toward Wilbur's camera with a broad smile. "More oil, please."

Dan: "How's it feel to become a celebrity overnight?"

Indess: "It's awesome!" She was rubbing at a faster pace, looking around, trying to figure out who would be fucking her. Seconds later her moaning changed to a breathy panting, interspaced with a series of "Oh, God's."

Dan: "Ready for some cock?"

Indess: "Oh, yeah!" Her eyes darted from Dan to me, seemingly ignoring Wilbur.

Dan: "Bird, c'mon in. You're up to bat!"

Bird sauntered into the room, wearing a wife-beater and jeans. He had, of course, been watching on a monitor in the next room. 

"Thought you were gonna finish without me," he said with a big smile. I realized he wasn't the nerd I'd taken him for. He was a nerd all right, but either he was putting on a great show of machismo, or was getting laid regularly. 

I was to learn that he did have a girlfriend, and that we would all meet her at a subsequent audition.

Indess kept rubbing her pussy as Bird joined her on the couch, and with Indess' approval lifted her pear-shaped breasts out of the peasant blouse and began toying with her nipples.

Bird: "Is there enough oil for both of us to rub?" 

Indess: "I think so," as she spread her legs wider in invitation to his hands.

As he sent a finger into her well oiled pussy, Bird whispered, "This is my audition too."

Indess drew in her breath with an audible hiss.

Bird: "God, you're so tight!" He added another finger, saying, "You've had more than that in there before."

Indess: "Ugh!"

Bird: "I don't think a third's going in there. Two seems the magic number for me."

Of course, he was referring to our earlier dialogue with Indess when she managed for a second or two to fit all five fingers into her twat. But Indess apparently liked his comment, for she was almost glowing with lust after hearing his compliment and lay back letting him finger her.

Indess: "Christ that feels sooo good!"

Bird shifted position and leaned in to kiss and suck Indess' nipples.

Bird: "Jeez, you've got oil up here too!"

Indess laughed and said, "I was playing with them. I like to have them played with." He obliged her for several minutes until she was moaning loudly and pulling on the nipple not in his mouth.

Bird: "I'd like to see that ass of yours baby.

Indess: "Okay." She promptly turned so she was facing the arm of the couch and away from him. Bird applied another liberal dosage of oil, making sure some seeped into her ass while rubbing most into her pussy.

Bird: "I hate to ask, but would one of you open my fly. I'll shake my dick out. I just don't want to get oil on my pants."

Don nodded, and gingerly opened the button and pulled down the zipper to Bird's pants. True to his word, Bird shook his cock out. I'd say he had about six inches at full mast. Indess was watching avidly and licked her lips when it came into sight.

Wilbur spoke up for the first time. His boner had created a huge bulge where it poked out as it strained for release from its confinement. 

"Turn your head, sweetheart. Smile for the camera."

She did, and Bird slapped her ass twice.

Indess: "Oh that felt good!" She wasn't lying, for to prove her point she started air-humping the couch while Bird's hand fondled her ass and alternately slapped it.

Indess: "Can I have some of that cock, baby?"

Bird: "Sure, sweetie. What's your pleasure?"

Indess turned to him, and without a word took him in hand and bought his cock to her mouth.

Bird, wanting to make it easier for her, stood on the couch. Indess immediately deep-throated him.

Bird: "Oh, God!"

Dan: "Can she suck cock or what!"

Bird's hand went to the back of Indess' head and helped create a rhythm suiting both of them.

Bird: "Shit! She's good!"

Dan: "How far down on him can you go?"

Indess went down to the base of his root, came back up and then licked each testicle in turn.

Squatting on the couch, Indess continued blowing Bird, but resumed her fingering, alternating between one and three fingers. It seemed to me that when she took bird deep she used more fingers and only had one inside her as she backed off him.

All in all, she was giving great head. It was time to see how well she could fuck. I knew that every guy in the room, including Bird, wanted to be the one fucking her, but he had won the honors. It occurred to me that if she were willing, there might be a second and even a third cock-up her twat before she got off the couch.

Dan: "Don't cum yet, Bird!"

Bird: "I better stop then," he said and removed himself from her mouth.

Dan looked at me for guidance. Before I could offer any, Indess was rubbing her pussy furiously. It was obvious she was nearing her climax.

Me: "Let her go, Dan."

Dan: "You're right. Go for it baby, cum for the camera!"

Indess: "Yeah, I'm almost there!"

Indess: "Could he fuck me a little? I need to feel..."

Bird: "Here," he said as he propped himself against the back of the couch, "sit on this pole."

Laughing happily, Indess straddled Bird, and facing away from the camera, held his cock in position, then slowly impaled herself on him. Bird was a born fast fucker. That's to say he excelled at what I refer to as the "Jackhammer," pumping his dick into her juicy snatch

with a series of abrupt, albeit distinct thrusts so close together that Indess had no time to recover from one before the next was upon her. 

This type fucking, while almost always of short duration, serves to bring a woman to orgasm faster than anything else. Moreover, it is apparently one of their favorite means of achieving orgasm as it tends to display their lover's sincerity because he holds nothing back, but gives her everything has to give, making her that much more appreciative of his efforts on her behalf.

In my estimation, Bird came first, but continued fucking Indess and she came moments later.

Me: CUT!"

Me: "Great work, both of you!"

Indess: "He's wonderful!"

Bird: "Sweetheart, you're the greatest."

They kissed, swapping spit like teenagers on a hot date.

"Wilbur," I said, "can you let us have a look at the last ... say minute or so?"

"Yeah sure," he replied and did exactly that.

"What I want," I told him, "Is to splice in there, just before she cums ... No, back up to before she starts to mount him. We can use that as the finish, but unless I'm way off, I think they'll have another round that we can fit in and make it look like one long, happy fuck."

Wilbur: "That should be easy enough. I'll just make a note of the time and go back when we're all finished and splice it like you want."

Now that's a cameraman, I told myself as I grinned at him. "Thanks, Wilbur."

My intuition proved correct and in another five minutes Bird was up and ready to go. Indess had no problem at all and spread her legs in eager anticipation of another round of fucking.

That round took almost twenty minutes. Indess came countless times as Bird used his six inches to hit all her favorite spots and a few she didn't know about until he hit them. He finished off by coming on her stomach and I decided on the spot to scratch it as nice as it seemed. 

The first time with both of them coming together was the money shot, the rest was filler.

I told Indess we definitely wanted her again and paid her, adding another hundred as a bonus. She was very appreciative, even offered to blow us all, if not then, then another time, gratis. I thanked her and told her we'd probably take her up on it next time, and added that there would be a next time. I got her number and she kissed me. 

I kissed her back, thinking she was testing me to see if I would kiss her after she'd sucked Bird's dick. It was a ploy some girl's used and I knew it. That seemed to clinch the deal for future scenes with Indess, and she dressed, kissed Wilbur and Don before leaving.

"Wilbur: "Think I could have fucked her, Bree?"

Me: "Yeah, sure. And you probably will get the chance next time we use her. Remember, Wilbur, you get the next one. Bird shoots the video. Bird?"

Yeah?"

"You did good, baby. A royal flush. You brought her off big time. Couldn't have done it better myself."

Bird: "Thanks Bree. I appreciate that."

"Dan you handled the interview better than I could have. I thought maybe you'd get nervous and fuck up along the way. I have to say I probably would've. But that was a great job. In fact, everyone did a great job today. I think we have a first rate team in place."

"Bird: "So when's the next interview?"

Dan: If we keep to schedule, day after tomorrow. A girl named ... um, Fuschia Greene."

"What?" I blurted. "That's her real name?"

Don: "I haven't seen the driver's license, but it's what she gave me."

Me: Jesus, what is this country coming to? Felice Green..."

"No, it's Fuschia Greene, with three e's in Greene."

I sighed. "Okay guys, see you all day after tomorrow."

"Hey, Bree," Wilbur said, "hope ya have a good game Saturday."

"Thanks, Wilbur. I won't see any action, but I appreciate the thought."

________________________________________

The next day, Friday, Sigourney and I sat down with all the writers and listened to their ideas and suggestions to one another's ideas. They seemed willing to work together and I told them so. Sigourney ran Ursula's suggestion for the twins by Willie and Demetri and asked them to consider the possibilities of making it into an hour or more length film.

"We want it to be kind of seamless, you know," she said, and then pointing to Ursula, added, "what she's given us so far is great. But consider the problem in introducing the guy, or guys to the scene."

Willie raised his hand almost immediately. 

"That's simple. End the scene accordingly with the threesome. Then make it the next day or something like that. Change the scene. Use all three girls, or just the twins. Hell, you can even use one of the twins, um, say she, or they met a guy or guys as the case may be, and start from there."

"They could meet a guy in church," Demetri offered. I saw Ursula and Sigourney perk up at that, and made a note: Use church for meeting guy.

Sigourney: "Could it be a priest?"

Willie: "Too sacrilegious."

"Demetri: "I don't know about that. It could work."

Willie: "It would offend too many people."

Sigourney: ""Yes, but it would also get us a huge amount of publicity."

Ursula: "It would certainly bring the Catholic church down on us."

Me: "As I recall, every time the church takes a stand against a film, it makes for long lines at the box office. And remember, we don't rely on a theater to show the film. Anyone boycotting the film would have to stand in front of an Adult video store. I doubt they'd relish it; being, or posing as respectable church goers. We're using DVD's and that kind of circumvents any major boycott."

Willie: (coming on board.) "We can make use of mail-order systems too. A brown paper wrapping disguises a lot of things, including porn.

Ursula: "Let's put it to a vote, shall we?"

Me: "All in favor raise your hand."

Four hands were in the air before I could cast my vote. "Then it's unanimous," I said.

So the twins (yes, we all agreed it would be the two of them) would seduce, or allow the priest to seduce them. Further discussion followed as the how, where and when were hammered out. When the session ended the only thing not decided was the place within the story where the priest and the twins would get it on.

Since I had a game the following afternoon, Sigourney agreed to call the twins and set Monday up for their interview and audition. She also told them they would both have sex with some guys and that it would not be in any of the films we made with them.



Handsome Ch. 32



Chapter 32 
Auditioning the Twins



I sat on the bench as the University of Miami throttled us, 49 – 25, leaving us with a record of 1 – 4. That left us to face Florida, (who would finish the season ranked 3rd in the AP poll) Auburn (the preseason # 1 in all the polls) and Alabama, who were ranked 6th when we met, only to swoon after we played them to finish out of the top 25 for the first time in years.

I grabbed a bite to eat with Sigourney after the game, and then headed over to "our rented" house to meet the Siemens twins, Julie and Jane. 

Of course, I had already "met" the twins, but this was to be our official interview. As I had told Sigourney about them, she insisted on being there for the interview. I didn't have to guess why.

To my surprise, Dan DeLeon was waiting for us. It was evident from his hardon that he fully intended to get laid by one or both of them. 

Shortly after Sigourney and I got there Vinnie Pascal, our soundman this evening (he was also our 3rd cameraman.) arrived. He was followed almost immediately by Bird and his girlfriend, Katya, a raven-haired Russian immigrant with a great body, who although uninvited, wanted to audition for us as well.

When the Siemens twins rang the doorbell, Sigourney greeted them. Both Jane and Julie wore identical long coats. In fact, everything about them was identical from their hairstyles, cut short, and worn mostly to one side, to their long, and conical earrings, and shoes, which I had seen previously on a few strippers in town. 

They were 5" see-through plastic pumps. But when they removed their coats they were completely nude and that caught everyone off guard.

"My, God!" Katya gasped.

"Holy shit!" Vinnie whispered.

"You never said..." Sigourney said, holding up a hand in disbelief.

Bird: "This is gonna be good!"

Jane: "You guys like?" Both twins turned around as models might in displaying a stunning gown. Only with them, it was their respective bodies that were stunning. Each twin had different body tattoos running from their backs and across their breasts.

I would learn that they had had them painted on that afternoon, but at the moment it appeared that they had been tattooed by a very talented artist, as indeed they had, but by one who specialized in painting bodies for events like Mardi Gras.

Jane's was a sea serpent, whose tail criss-crossed her buttocks and ended up breathing fire on her breasts. Julie's was a moray eel emerging from her ass, only to entwine her torso then disappear into her shaven snatch.

"Should I start shooting?" Bird said. He was the only one present that seemed to have control of himself at that moment. I nodded assent. I would have been crazy not to.

I took a deep breath and said, "Great entrance, girls, absolutely unforgettable."

"Thank you, Aubrey," they sang out in unison.

"Have a seat on the couch, please."

"Thank you, Aubrey," they chimed again.

"All right, here's what we're going to do. I'm going to interview the two of you. I think it will help matters if you answer my questions separately, and not together. After we get through the preliminaries, we can discuss some ideas we've put together for a scene or two that have been, or are being written for the two of you."

"We're gonna have our own movie?" June asked.

"Not your very own movie, no. But you will be the stars, at least that's the way it looks at the moment. But please remember, things can change in a heartbeat in this business.

"Now, did you bring adequate proof of your ages?"

They had, both held up copies of their birth certificates. Bird carefully zoomed in on each, and after we also recorded copies of their driver's licenses we had an acceptable verification for our records.

"Jane, what sexual acts won't you perform?"

Jane: "Um, I don't know of any."

Julie: "You don't like big dogs, Jane. Maybe you should mention that."

Jane: "You don't use dogs in your movies do you?"

Me: "No, we hadn't planned on it. The public is a little squirmish about bestiality."

Julie: "I don't mind them though ... I mean if that's a..."

Me: "That's good to know, Julie, but we're not going there."

Me: "Jane, anything else?"

Jane: "Um, no. I do everything, I guess."

Julie: "Me too."

Sigourney: "You both do girl – girl?"

Julie: "Sure we do. We do each other too."

Dan" "You both take it up the ass?"

Jane: "Of course. In fact, Julie wears a butt plug most days, so I can dil her back there."

Dan: "Excuse me? Did you say "dil her?"

Jane: "Sure, you know I stick a dildo up her butt. Of course I take the butt plug out first," (she laughed unnaturally hard) "I couldn't get both of them in there."

Julie: "She's tried to though! I remember once..."

While this discussion was taking place, Vinnie was setting up a second camera, which I would appreciate much more after the audition was over. We could have used eight cameras for all the angles and positions the twins went through, and although we never released the audition to the public, I have viewed it many times over the years, for it is a remarkable piece of film, virtually impossible to duplicate.

I resumed the interview, asking Julie to tell us something about her and her sister.

Julie: "We're very religious."

Me: Sounding incredulous. "You ARE?"

Julie: "Oh, sure! We spend most of our free time at our church, Saint (Which shall remain unnamed, as the church itself is probably innocent of the allegations the twins related to us.

Both of them went on at length about a newly arrived young priest whose body they both coveted.

Me: Have either of you fucked him?"

Both Twins: "No ... not yet, but we will!"

I turned to Sigourney and asked her to make a note for Ursula about adding a scene in a church and seducing a priest, if it was not too controversial.

A sudden inspiration hit me and I offered a hand to Julie and helped her to her feet then ushered her to the armchair across from the couch. Then I sat down next to Jane.

"Tell me about where you grew up, Jane," I said. 

Everyone else played their roles to perfection. Sigourney had Katya move further away from us. The two cameramen positioned themselves accordingly so that they caught us from a front and side position, and with a slight adjustment, Vinnie could (and did) catch glimpses of Julie sitting across from us to record her reactions to her sister and my actions.

Jane spoke about growing up in Arizona. Her voice dropped a bit in volume, and I asked her to repeat herself. She grinned impishly, and spoke again, but I still couldn't hear her and said so.

At this point, she gracefully got up and sat on my lap. (Remember, both girls were nude.) Putting her big eyes and bigger mouth close to mine, she whispered, "It was when we got to high school, we discovered that what we really liked about life was sex." And she kissed me.

Boy, could she kiss. Jane's mouth was so wide, wet, and soft as it melt into mine. She teased my tongue with hers. I felt the pressure of her breasts against my chest as we kissed; I was tremendously aroused, just from the feel of her mouth on mine. Then she pushed me down on the couch, and paused for an awkward before scissoring my thigh with her legs. She grunted once, and then began humping my leg while deepening the kiss.

I let out a little groan of frustration, and only then did Jane break off the kiss, and smiled very broadly into my eyes. "Let's get it on!" she growled, and in one fluid motion she released my thigh and swung a leg over my shoulder so that her pussy was inches from my mouth.

I heard Sigourney and Bird's girlfriend Katya gasp in surprise. Julie was laughing lewdly. I remained stunned for a moment, but the fragrance and heat emanating from her shaven furnace proved irresistible to me, and I went to work with my tongue.

"He IS talented, Julie!" she chirped seconds later.

My hands searched out her hips, brought her closer and tighter so that I could seal my mouth upon her. I began to suck hard and found her juices as sweet as any I'd ever tasted. Almost delirious with lust, I laved my tongue up and down her slit, and then sent it deep inside her. When I felt her orgasm approaching, I took her entire vulva into my mouth and swirled my tongue around and around her clit. Jane began to laugh; it had a low guttural sound that turned into a sort of howl of ecstasy as I made her cum and lapped away at the juices that kept gushing from her cunt. 

There was a glazed look in her eyes when I pulled away from her pussy and looked up at her. A new voice cooed next to my ear as Julie said, "May I play too?"

Julie grinned wickedly when Jane replied, "Sure, why not?"

Julie's nipples were fully erect and with everyone in the room's eyes were on them, she began pinching them. 

I heard Sigourney moan, and knew we would enjoin the twins to come to bed with us that night. But the present called for me to perform now, and I did, feeding one breast to her sister and taking the other for myself, and sucking voraciously on it.

Julie's right hand crept between her legs and began fingering herself, parting her labia to give everyone a view of her red hot pussy.

I heard a slurping sound in back of me and holding Julie's breast in my hand, turned my head to see what had caused the sound. It was Katya, Bird's girlfriend, kneeling between his legs and sucking his cock while he filming the twins and me. I recall thinking that he was the quintessential cameraman. But how he kept the camera steady (a later review of his work showed that he did.) while Katya slobbered over his dick was simply amazing. 

"C'mon, Bree, eat me too," Julia moaned.

"If you eat your sister I will," I croaked.

"No problemo!" she laughed and moments later, I was on my back on the coach with Julie turned away from me sitting on my face. Jane climbed onto the couch and stood with her pussy inches from Julie's mouth. Julie reached around and cupped her sister's ass, bringing tight against her mouth. And we three had dinner ala coucho.

It goes without saying that I was dying to taste her after having sampled her sister and wasted no time at all in devouring her cunt.

Off in the distance I heard what had to be Bird getting off. (I later learned that he came all over Katya's face. "An incredible load," Sigourney would say as she compared my ejaculate of the moment with that of Bird's during the twins audition.)

Julie had to be the more sexually talented of the sisters, since she bought Jane to a shuddering climax that caused Jane to topple off the couch and land (unharmed, thank goodness) on the carpeted flooring.

I pulled Julie's cunt against my mouth with renewed urgency, but after a few seconds, she began slithering down my body and grabbed my dick stuck it in her mouth and tried to swallow it. And we began a furious 69 with the cameras rolling.

There is something about the 69 position that is especially heavenly, especially when you can feel from the way a woman is sucking you that she badly, badly wants you to come in her mouth, and you are hoping that she will come in yours. 

That's just the way it felt with Julie, and I just surrendered to the beautiful taste and texture of her pussy, sucking it for all I was worth, as the pressure of my orgasm built until I erupted. I heard Julie moaning happily as she swallowed my load, and then yanked me from her mouth to yell, "Take it! I'm there, baby!" and came all over my face.

As we uncoiled ourselves from each other, I heard and then saw Jane sitting on the floor leaning back against the couch frigging herself to another climax.

"Cum for us, Janie!" Julie chirped. Jane looked at us through heavily lidded eyes and smiled ecstatically. She threw her head back and came, then leaned forward breathlessly and plunged the fingers of one hand, then the other, into my mouth. What could I do? I cleaned them off for her while her sister cheered.

Jane withdrew her fingers from my mouth, and then joined Julie and me on the couch, so that we were all snuggled up with myself comfortably in the middle, content for the moment, but hardly satiated. The others had discreetly left us alone. Eventually Julie said, "Well ... who tastes the best?"

"Trick question," I said. "Actually, you both have a similar taste and to pick one over the other would not be fair.

"Now we should be getting dressed."

"We're not going to let you off the hook so easy," Jane said, "Here, try me." Whereupon she leaned back and rubbed her right hand in a circular motion over her puffy, rose-colored labia, after which she dipped her fingers generously inside and then offered them to my lips.

"Mmmm ... that is good," I gasped, after thoroughly sucking them clean.

"Let me try," she said with a wicked grin, and dipped her fingers inside her love furnace, after which she sucked them dry with ostentatious gusto. "Damn, I'm good," she said.

"Now me," Julie chirped, "Compare mine with Jane's." She closed her eyes and smiled as she slowly worked two fingers of her right hand in and out, while massaging her clit with her left thumb. She opened her eyes and smiled at Jane and me, saying, "Don't rush me." Finally she brought her right hand, glistening with nectar, to my lips, and I greedily sucked her fingers.

"It's too close to call," I said.

"Let me see for myself," said Jane with a lascivious chuckle, and leaned across me to place a hand on Julie's cunt. She sent her middle finger in and out while her sister moaned appreciatively. During this, her generous breasts brushed against my chest. I felt my cock begin to stir.

"Ooooh," cooed Julie, "Keep that up. I want to taste my best for you."

Suddenly there was a soft sound of someone's throat clearing. We looked up to see Sigourney standing there with three unopened bottles of beer.

"After all that tasting, you probably need a beer to wash it down," she said, and began handing them to each of us.

The twins accepted the beer, but before drinking, Julie demanded that we both taste her. We did, and made polite and complementary remarks about the tanginess and unusual flavoring of her juices.

But diplomatically, I declined to favor one's flavor over the other. 

"Bastard!" Julie whined, then took a swig of her beer and belched. Jane laughed and followed suite, although her burp was more lady-like.

Sigourney noted that I had arisen and cupped my balls with one hand while squeezing me tight with the other. "He adores it when I jerk him off," she said with all the aplomb she could muster under the circumstances. 

The twins burst out laughing.

"I want to shave him," Julie said.

"Not on your life," said I, meaning it.

"Oh, c'mon, don't be a baby," Jane said, throwing her two cents in.

Sigourney laughed delightedly, and I detected a certain wicked lewdness in there someplace.

More in self-defense than anything else, I dressed and shooed the twins into getting back into their clothes, and then led them out of the house/studio and into their car. I kissed them both and told them I was positive they'd nailed roles in our first feature.

It made their day. I went back inside and found Sigourney standing there waiting. "Everyone's cleared out. We have the place to ourselves. Wanna fuck?"

"You always have such good ideas," I said, and began to strip. Sigourney stepped closer and helped me, seizing the bottom hem of my shirt and raising it while I put my arms up straight to assist her. As she brought it up over my face she stopped momentarily, so that my arms were trapped in the shirt above my head, and leaned in to kiss me, slowly and sensuously. She broke away, allowing me to take the shirt off, and then kissed me again, with a look of dreamy excitement in her eyes. She stepped closer to me, and I felt my cock spring to life, brushing against her thighs. She felt it, too. Her mouth opened wider and her kiss became more passionate.

I was completely aroused now. I fell to my knees in front of her and began to unbutton the buttons that went up the front of her dress. She stepped closer to me, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She was slender, but looked strong and athletic. I got the dress unbuttoned to the point where I could see her panties, a turquoise colored cotton bikini. She parted her legs a bit, and put her hands tentatively on my head, playing with my hair. I began to nuzzle her thighs, where the pubic hair should have been, but wasn't and then began to teasingly run the very tip of my tongue along the growing wet spot on the crotch of her panties.

She began to grip my hair a little tighter, but I continued to tease her, until she moaned, pulled away, and struggled out of the panties. Then she stepped toward me again, bunching her dress around her waist with her hands, and thrust herself toward me, knees spread and slightly bent, a pose that was involuntarily and urgently lewd.

"How many pussies can you eat in one day?" she asked with a bawdy flounce of her hip.

"At least one more," I gasped, for her pussy was displayed in all its glory, with glistening pussy juice spilling out along the line where her engorged labia lips met. I put my hands on her ass and began drawing my tongue gently along her crack, savoring the enticing sweetness. She bent her legs more, exposing her folds to my mouth as much as she could, and I could no longer restrain myself from plunging my tongue slowly into the depths of her cunt.

I began to lavish the highest praise on her pussy when suddenly I became aware of the padding of feet around us. A second later I felt a pair of breasts against my back, and a hand confidently seizing my cock from behind me, a cock that was rock hard and aching for attention. 

For an instant I tore myself away from Sigourney's cunt, and saw another pair of hands, behind Sigourney, removing her dress and bra. I could only guess who these hands belonged to; but then Jane's head appeared, leaning over my hip to somewhat awkwardly take my cock in her mouth, and I knew then that it must be Julie's fingers that were now pinching Sigourney's nipples. 

I thought to myself, this is so hot, and then I abandoned myself to the ecstatic thrill of sucking Sigourney's cunt for all I was worth.

Sigourney took the twins arrival in stride, partially ignoring them to grind her pussy fiercely against my tongue while her fingers had a formidable grip on my hair. I was surprised at how quickly she reached her climax, until I opened my eyes and saw her kissing Jane while Julie had her tongue up Sigourney's ass.

I looked Sigourney in the eyes. They were smoldering with lust. I waited until Jane's kiss ended then kissed Sigourney myself then wrested her away from Julie's hungry mouth and lifted her off the ground. 

Instinctively, she swung her legs to the outside of mine, and locked her calves behind my knees. With a triumphant growl, I lowered her pussy onto my cock. It slid in perfectly, and she gave me an involuntary squeeze with her cunt muscles that almost made me cum right then. I held back and began to move her up and down, feeling her clit and vulva drag deliciously along the top of my cock.

Julie and Jane clung to us as well, with Jane caressing my ass and Julie's fingers busy on Sigourney's nipples. Then Julie began lifting Sigourney's breasts to my mouth, encouraging me to suck them. Sigourney was moaning up a storm. Then Jane was whispering in my ear, "I want to eat Julie's pussy. Tell me to eat her pussy."

It was distracting, but being outnumbered, I complied, almost yelling, "Jane, I want you to eat Julie's pussy!"

As she moved to obey, I felt Sigourney's thighs generate a tremendous pressure on me as she hissed, "Cum in me ... NOW!"

Almost instantly I was spewing my load deep into her spasming pussy.

A minute later I was separated from Sigourney although I had her face cradled in my hands as I kissed her repeatedly, telling her that I loved her. Meanwhile, Julie, still being munched by her sister, maneuvered her way so that she was between Sigourney's legs and began to lick and suck my sperm out of her dripping cunt.




Handsome Ch. 32



Eventually everyone was sated, at least for the moment. As I looked from one to the other, I saw a humorous glint in Jane's eyes.

"Aubrey, what do you think of our shaven pussies?"

For the first time it occurred to me that all three were neatly shaven. "Um, I love it. Licking smooth beats licking hair ... but only marginally. I love pussy."

Sigourney laughed and said, "He knows how to talk to a woman, doesn't he girls?"

"He certainly does," Jane said agreeably.

"He knows how to treat them too," Julie added.

"But," Jane said, "He has all that hair on his cocky thing."

"Indeed he does," Sigourney said concurring with her.

"We should shave him," Jane said, "then he'd be smooth for us too."

"Yeah, all that hair gets in the way when we blow him," Julie said.

"And we all love sucking that big old cock, don't we?" Sigourney said gleefully.

"WE DO!" The twins yipped together.

"Aubrey, we're gonna shave your cock and balls. Will you cooperate, or must we hold you down?"

"Oh, I'll go along with you. But I want to know who is going to weld the razor?"

"I WILL!" the twins cried out simultaneously.

"Sorry, girls, but he's my guy. I'll handle his cock and the razor. You can take turns sitting on his face, but don't smoother the poor thing, all right?"

With some token reluctance the twins agreed, and Jane lowered her pussy over my mouth while Sigourney got some hot water, a towel and the razor from the bathroom.

What followed was a torrent of sensations that almost defy description. At first I was fully occupied with being attentive to Jane's pussy, licking and lapping at her delicious wetness while strumming her clit with my thumb.

My dick was in a semi-flaccid state when Sigourney first applied the warm washcloth to it. (I may not have mentioned that Jane was straddling me so that she faced my cock, as she didn't want to miss out on the action.)

So far so good, then — it had to have been Julie's hand — gripped me and began to slowly jerk me off. God it felt good, and as she went about her business, I continued eating her sister.

Sigourney spread warm shaving foam over my testicles, causing a series of new, vibrant sensations to titillate my nervous system until the razor landed on my flesh. That triggered an entirely new set of, say I say, fearful sensations?

Now every male reading this material knows of, or has an innate sense of castration. With those feelings over riding all others, I eased Jane off my face so that I could see what Sigourney was about to do to my favorite body parts.

She gazed up at me and smiled. "Don't worry; I like it almost as much as you do," and waved the razor at me.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Sigourney returned to ridding my upper groin of any and all follicles, holding my dick down, sort of pressing a handle down, while shaving the hair leading to the root, or base of my manhood.

"Can I do his balls?" Julie chirped.

"I'm afraid not," Sigourney replied, not bothering to look at her.

"Oh," Julie said, and both she and her sister pouted.

"You can suck him some if you want," Sigourney said, evidently taking pity on her.

Julie pounced on my dick, dripping a glob of saliva on the head and darting down to capture it before it spread to the corona.

Her mouth felt good. No, it felt great, especially as Sigourney went back to work with the razor, this time on my balls.

As she was applying the finishing touches to my testes, she asked Jane if she wanted to join in.

"YES!" Jane replied, "WHAT CAN I DO?"

"Want to lick his ass, get it nice and wet for the razor?"

Jane did bother answering, but nudged her way in so that she could perform analingus on me.

This proved to be the best of all possible worlds; with Julie sucking my dick and Jane riming my asshole I could almost put the razor out of my mind, but not quite, and I think Sigourney wanted it that way. Jane took it upon herself to finger my asshole as she continued with the rim job. I didn't mind in the least.

When Jane had saturated my ass to Sigourney's satisfaction (but not mine) she raised her voice an octave and said, "MOVE!"

Jane's tongue and finger vanished as she scurried away and watched while the razor cut through the spittle and hair surrounding my anus, removing both, leaving me as hairless as a new born baby.

"There!" Sigourney said, and as if on command, the twin's descended upon my groin, licking, poking, sucking and damned if they didn't make me cum straight up into the air, much like a whale does at sea.

All three girls' ooohed and ahhhed over my ejaculation. "It's not like you've never seen a guy unload before, c'mon, girls," I said, but I wasn't serious and they knew it.

"Here, Sigourney," Julie said scooping a glob up on a finger and offering it to Sigourney, "Taste."

She accepted the offering then did likewise, tendering it to Jane, who swallowed and sucked her finger clean, then used two fingers to scrape a thin string up and ladled it off onto her sister's tongue.

I lay there, exhausted and was grateful when Sigourney politely told the twins to get their shoes and coats and go home.

To my surprise they meekly complied and only asked when we would be actually filming the movie.

I told them we needed to wait until the writers finished their script and then I'd call them in for a rehearsal. I added that the rehearsal was only a read through of their lines with some instruction as to where and what they would be doing when reciting their lines during the filming.

I was sleeping before they closed the door. Sigourney let me sleep until two-thirty that morning, then I went home to sleep some more.

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The next afternoon, following a vigorous workout with the football team, (I got to handle half the reps in preparing for Saturday night's game ) there was a meeting with the writers followed by having the crew assemble at the rented house to handle two more auditions. I was cramming all this in because I would be flying to Gainesville on Friday for a Saturday night game with the Florida Gators.

The writers got first crack at Sigourney and me. Willie had penned a decent script based on previous conversations involving the twins and a priest. I liked it for several reasons: One, it would cause a sensation, and two, it was really a hot couple of scenes. Ursula had worked with Willie on it and I liked her work already. She was thorough and did her research accordingly. 

She had a list of prior scenes in films involving a priest in a sexual situation. After a glance at them I knew we were on the right track, and as we were marketing an adult film we could go the limit when it came to the sexual activities between the twins and the priest.

Demetri was credited with a great script of his own, based on a chance meeting between a man and a woman as they exited their respective restrooms at a posh hotel. She was attending a wedding reception (her boyfriend's "Best Buddy.") 

The entire wedding had bored her, filled with long-winded speeches, leaving her to examine potential males as possible bedmates and finding none of them acceptable for one reason or another.

She excused herself, and went to the ladies room which was located outside the ballroom where the reception was being held. Leaving the restroom, she accidently ran into a strong, young, handsome man who she immediately sized up as intellectually inferior, and easily controlled. Using body language and her eyes to entice him, she moved down a corridor away from the ballroom, trying door after door until finding one that opened. She glanced over her shoulder, saw him hesitate before following. She beckoned him in and locked the door behind them, and turned to kiss him hungrily.

He was naked from the waist up before the kiss ended. Still fully clothed herself, she began licking his neck with broad swaths of her tongue moved down his chest, nibbling slightly at his nipples, unzipping his fly, reaching inside, grasping his firm young cock in her hand, while he stood there moaning. She dropped to her knees and started to blow him, and after a minute or so he started to take control, easing her to an all fours position and after hiking her dress up and pulling her thing to one side mounted her doggy-style. While they fucked away, she remembered her boyfriend might have started looking for her and she hurried her mating partner along, milking him with her cuntal muscles until he came in her. Then she fixed herself and returned to the wedding reception.

"It works for me," Sigourney said.

I agreed, but added that Demetri might want to add more detail to their coupling behind the open door. To my surprise everyone, including Demetri agreed with me.

"You know," he said, "I was thinking of ending it with her apologizing to the boyfriend for being gone so long, and when he accepted her apology, she tells him it might be time for them to think about getting married."

I had a problem with the amount of screen time this scenario would entail. I figured fifteen or twenty minutes, leaving a gap in the usual hour and twenty minutes film I wanted to turn out. But I told him to go for it, then turned to Ursula for her story contribution, for another idea was starting to form in my mind.

"All right, my turn," Ursula said as she stood up and stuck her chest out in my general direction. I saw Sigourney give her a look and smiled. So, Sigourney had a jealous streak, I thought, and filed the thought away for later.

"My story starts off with a married couple going at it in their bedroom. The catch is the wife's best girlfriend is in the bedroom down the hall and can hear them rutting away. I see the wife in close-up, eyes closed, biting her lips to keep from yelling, red faced and breathing hard as she comes for the second or third time."

"I like it!" I said. "What follows?"

"When she comes she lets out a loud primal scream. We cut to the bedroom down the hall where the girlfriend is on all fours at the bedroom door frigging herself off as she listens to them fucking.

"Now the catch here is that both husband and wife are thinking of the girlfriend down the hall while they fuck. We can show two different versions of what they're imagining. The husband has her on all fours. The wife has her shoving a dildo in and out of her pussy while lying on the bed. Or something more visual can be worked out.

"I'm thinking the wife is screaming because she wants the girlfriend to know he's made he come. The hubby is thinking of fucking the girlfriend and how to get away from the wife to do it. He's also thinking about how the two women were whispering about earlier; things they would never share with him, probably about some guy his wife had the hots for. He wonders wondered who it is; he also wonders if the girlfriend is thinking about him or his wife at the moment.

"His mind wanders and he thinks about fucking the girlfriend in her bedroom while his wife is taking her long, morning shower."

"Makes for a stimulating visual," Sigourney offered. Willie and Demetri agreed. I merely nodded. This could work out very well. A series of vignettes, not necessarily related. It had been done before and seemed to please the audience each and every time.  

"Yeah," I said aloud, "What else?"

"The husband is bringing the wife to another climax. Is this the second, or third?"

"Does it matter?" Sigourney asked.

"Yeah, he's not Superman," Demetri said authoritively.

Ursula nodded her agreement. "Let's make it her second. I don't want him coming just yet. The wife is off in another place now ... he senses it's not with him, and as she comes he thinks he hears the girlfriend coming too. He's heard her other times and is right. We can cut back and forth between the bedrooms to let the audience know as well.

"The wife lies there thoroughly satiated, and fall asleep quickly. The husband gets out of bed and cock in hand walks down the hall to the girlfriend's room and opens the door. The girlfriend is still on her hands and knees, and smiles at him then begins to suck him off. He has his hands at the back of her neck urging her down on his pole. You call what comes next. I mean he can cum in her mouth, on her face, or whatever. After a minute or so he whispers in her ear, "You're the perfect slut, and tomorrow morning when Helen is in the shower I'm coming back here and fucking you until you can't walk."

"Mmmm, wonderful," the girlfriend says, "You're the nastiest lover, and lover..."

"Yeah," he says breathing hard.

"While you're fucking me..."

"Yeah?"

"I'll tell you who your wife was thinking about while you were fucking her tonight."

"Fantastic!" I tell her and give her the hug I'd been planning on ever since she stuck her tits out in my direction. She hugged me back, and I knew it wasn't lost on Sigourney.

Willie stood up in front of us holding several typed pages in his left hand.

"What I got is a little off-beat, but I think it's hotter than most because it's about a women in a wheelchair. I thought about making her a cripple, but figured that might not sit well with the audience what with what follows. So I put her in a leg cast, say a skiing accident. Anyway, it starts off in a bar. The girl, call her ... Mickey and the guy, um, Joe, are both shit-faced sitting at a table because the wheelchair isn't suitable for the bar.

"Anyway, Joe has a bandage over his nose, telling us it's broken. Joe's a stud, well built. We can't really tell anything about Mickey except she's got decent tits. The two are laughing over something he's said when his hand drops to her broken leg. Mickey shoves the hand away.

"Just feeling the cast, he says, then brightens and adds, "Hey, want me to sign it?"

"No thanks, my mother helps me clean that area and I doubt you'd write anything I want her to see."

"Yeah, you're probably right about that," he answers, putting the hand dangerously high on her other leg. When she doesn't protest, he nudges the skirt out of the way and caresses Mickey through her panties and succeeded in arousing her to the point she tells him to get her back to her apartment.

Once they were in the apartment, he lifted her bodily out of the chair and dumped her onto the bed as she shrieked happily while he methodically stripped her clothes off, then undressed himself.

"Oh, the guys got to be really hung, you know? We can't have a shrimp-dicked shmuck playing Casanova to the hot cunt with a broken leg. It won't fly. Aubrey, you got any big dicks lined up?"

"Not yet, but then I haven't looked for any."

"I'm sure they're out there," Sigourney said with a lop-sided grin.

"Want to hunt a couple down with me?" Ursula said laughing at the guys whose jaws were hanging open, not used to hearing a woman talk about cock that way. I had, but was still caught off-guard myself, so I guess my jaw had dropped as well. Ursula kept surprising me.

"When you find one, or two the scene will flow; anyway, he mounts her. I'm thinking we'll have to choreograph their movements during the sex ... I mean, she's got the leg in a cast and the camera angles might need to be thought out in advance, you know?"

He eats her out. She's like, "Holy shit, was it always THIS good?

It would be even better if we used a squirter for the broad, you know? She could leave a huge puddle on the sheets. Somewhere along here while he's eating her out, the camera can catch the various expressions passing over her face, and the slurping and licking noises that Joe makes should have every dick watching dripping with pre-cum. Then we have him insert a finger up her ass. That's when she comes big time. After she squirts Mickey starts trembling, maybe her eyes roll back in her head ... maybe we show it in close-up, you know?

We gotta show his face too, how wet it is from her juices and the squirting and all. Then he switches positions and sticks his dong into her snatch.

"Don't come in me!" she yelps, but keeps him inside her.

"Want me to use a condom?"

"No, just don't come in me."

"Want it on your face?"

"Okay," she says docilely, "or on my tits."

He begins to fuck her. He can jackhammer for a minute or so, make the ladies in the audience wish it was them he was fucking, then we get the cum shot, shooting gobs and gobs of it all over her tits, neck, and face.

Afterward, she asks him to help her into the shower. He does and joins her under the water, making sure the cast is wrapped in a plastic sheet and that the leg with the cast is dangling outside the shower.

He gets hard and she sucks him off and he fingers her to another orgasm while coming in her mouth this time. Then he helped her out of the shower, dried her off and after depositing her back in the bed, kissed her goodnight and leaves her there."

"We might add some additional dialogue to this," Sigourney said, but I love it."

"Me too, totally different than most porn," I add.

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About forty minutes later the writers had departed and the cameramen and two girls, Katya and Fuschia arrived for the audition session. Sigourney and I had agreed to put Katya to the test of having to fuck at least two men, and because of that saved her for last.

Dan Deleon was the last to arrive, and I told him he would be auditioning and fucking Fuschia Greene. That wasn't a problem for him although I knew he had expected to be nailing Katya and not the red-headed minx.

Dan greeted the slim redhead cordially enough and had her sit down on a couch directly across from him.

"Let's get the legal stuff out of the way, shall we, Fuschia?

"Sure," the girl replied.

"Age and proof?"

"Twenty years old as of last Tuesday," she replied and held out a copy of her birth certificate, which was duly recorded by Wilbur who was filming the interview.

"You're a very attractive young lady," Dan said to the girl who was only two months younger than Dandy himself.

"Thank you," she replied and crossed her legs.

"Would you mind standing and turning around once or twice?" Fuschia did just that as Wilbur took her in from top to bottom.

"Thank you," Dan said. "You realize you're auditioning for a role in an adult film, right?"

"Oh, yes, I certainly do."

"You, um, have no compunctions about being watched by the film crew while having sex with another partner?"

"No, I think ... I know that I'll enjoy it. I ... I'm kind of an exhibitionist. I also like having sex in public. Not out in the middle of the town square, of course, but say in a place where there is a chance of being caught."

"How many sexual partners have you had?"

"Men, or are we counting women too?"

That threw Dan, who paused then rephrased the question, saying: "How many men, how many women?"

"I started young; there was this girl and after that ... she did some mental calculations and smiled at Dan. "Six women and fourteen guys," she said and sat down.

"Um, Fuschia, would you mind taking your pants off?"

"Okay," she said and stood up smiling at the camera, removed her slacks.

She now stood before Dan Deleon dressed in her halter top and flimsy silky thong.

"Now, please take your thong off."

Without hesitation, she grabbed the elastic waistband and using that feminine balance that men love to watch, slid them down her slender legs then pulled them off her feet. She left them laying on the floor and stood there waiting.

A small triangle of fiery red pubic hair was visible between her thighs. In my mind this was visually stunning, for most girls being auditioned felt it was mandatory to shave their pubes before revealing all to the camera.

"Turn around slowly, please."

She definitely had the hips and behind of a finely developed young woman. Her beautifully rounded behind had a deep cleft clearly dividing the two firm globes of soft, smooth flesh and her smallish breasts were those of a girl just entering puberty, pear-like in shape with hard, pointed nipples poking out against the thin material of her top.




Handsome Ch. 32



It was clearly evident that Fuschia had a fantastic body that gave off an air of innocence and sexual curiosity that created an aura of sexual intoxication.

"Do you want me to take my top off, too?" Fuschia asked in a small, hushed voice.

"No, not yet," Dan replied quickly. "Let the camera see you like this. You actually look sexier this way."

"Why not sit down again?" he said from the couch.

Fuschia sat down naked from the waist down with just a wisp of material covering her upper body. She didn't seem to feel shy or uncomfortable with her nudity. Dan had her turn so she could lean back against the big arm of the couch facing him and put her feet on the couch, knees up and together.

"Open your knees," he said softly.

Watching them I found my breathing become rapid and shallow as my arousal grew with my anticipation of what would follow. I knew that Sigourney and I would have a terrific sexual encounter following the two auditions.

The air in the room seemed charged with sexual electricity as Fuschia's knees opened and fell to each side, one lying against the back of the couch, the other falling down and resting on the seat cushions. The redhead's sex was fully and completely open and exposed to Dan.

The small triangle of silky red pubic hair formed a covering of light rusty fuzz over the raised mounds of her sweet, little pussy. Between the rounded outer lips I could see the already moistened opening of her small cunt slit, puffy, wet and pink. I moved to the cameraman and whispered that he should make sure to capture her pussy in close-up before the moment passed us all by.

My eyes were glued to the camera's window as he followed my instruction and knew we had a winning shot as the youthful skin in the crease of her thighs appeared — soft and smooth as a baby's.

The pungent odor of her sex filled my nose and made my cock unbelievably hard as I turned from the camera to the couple on the couch, wondering how much longer it would be before Dandy made his move and started to fuck her. 

It happened sooner than I'd wanted it too. Dan laid his right hand squarely between her legs and gently petted the sexy redhead girl there, his fingers caressing the light, silky hair and soft skin from the triangle patch on her lower belly down to the round contours of her delightful little ass.

My eyes were riveted to them as Dan's hand roved over the entire area, the tips of his fingers lightly grazing over the smooth skin of her open inner thighs, then back down, always returning to Fuschia's pleasure point.

When I heard her murmur, "Mmmm, that feels so nice ... I thought you'd be rougher with me," I knew I had underestimated Dandy's ability to handle women.

"It feels good to me, too," Dan answered, continuing to caress her, carefully working on raising the intensity of her arousal.

At this point in a seduction, and this was a seduction, despite the fact that Fuschia had come here to get laid in front of a camera crew, the man's role is to scatter sweet nothings in the woman's ear, thereby heightening her arousal. Dan comported himself admirably in that regard. 

"You've got a lovely pussy ... soft, sexy ... ohhh, you must like what I'm doing, I mean, you're getting so wet down there."

As he uttered the words his fingers were moving ever so lightly back and forth between her legs, feeling the roundness in the folds of her labia and the cleft dividing them.

"You're red fur is so silky it's tickling the tips of my fingers," he told her and I heard her moan at the words. Not for the first time was I witnessing a woman becoming highly aroused at the sound of a man's voice.

Dandy began Fuschia circles with his finger tips along her inner thighs then to her knees. Fuschia was now moaning constantly, her thighs were now not only open, but spread apart as far as her positioning allowed.

"Mmmm," she whimpered, as Dandy sent his middle finger slowly through her cleft and in doing so presented the camera lens an example of just how wet she was getting between her legs. Fuschia's head was tilted down now, her eyes open watching his every move as Dandy fingered her fuck hole.

I moved to the camera again, eager to see just what Wilbur was recording for posterity and saw the tip of Dan's middle finger push aside the outer lips of her cunt and move into her. Jesus Christ, I swore silently, the guys watching this scene will all have their dicks in their hands watching this scene play out. It can only get better. Dandy you're coming through for us big time!

Fuschia moaned at the sudden intensity of pleasure. She looked down between her open thighs and watched as Dan's finger disappeared into the slick slot between her legs until he couldn't push it into her any farther.

"Are you liking this?" he inquired softly.

"Lord, yes!"

Without pausing, Dandy drew it out of her about half-way, then plunged it back in to the hilt.

Fuschia moaned triumphantly, "I'm almost ready to cum!"

"I'm adding two more fingers, baby."

"Fine with me!"

"Tell me, how does it feel to have so many people watching you get fingered?"

Fuschia laughed and said, "About as much as it will when you stick your cock in there. Really, I don't mind at all."

That took Dan by surprise, but he recovered quickly enough, extracting his fingers and pulling Fuschia to a sitting position on the couch.

"Wha?" she exclaimed as he put his arms around her and undid the knots holding up her halter top and letting it fall onto her knees, from which she brushed it to the floor.

Fuschia's young cone-shaped breasts stood straight out. It was evident she had no need of a bra. Her nipples were already sensitive, and standing out from the mounds on her chest. Dan laughed as he pulled at the small, pink nubs with his fingers, enjoying the feel as they rolled slightly back and forth between his thumb and first finger.

At my side, Sigourney squeezed my shoulder and gasped in my ear. "This is so hot, Bree, I'm soaked down there."

On the couch, Fuschia pressed her chest against Dan's hands as his fingers sent jolts of sexual pleasure from her nipples to her cunt like a hot, electric wire, leaving her moaning for him to fuck her.

"God that feels soooo good!"

"You've got nice little nippies," Dandy cooed, "I like playing with them. How about taking my cock out?"

Fuschia's hands went to the waist band of his jeans and quickly began to unfasten them. She was so excited that her fingers were trembling, causing her to fumble the act several times before actually freeing Dan's cock.

Dan's hands continued playing with her stiffened buds, rubbing, pinching, pulling.

"My pants ... get rid of them too," he said gruffly.

Garnering more control over her fingers, Fuschia tugged them down, finally slipping them over his ankles and let them drop to the floor. His cock stood out straight and hard as she gripped it in her hand and made a fist.

"You ... you're a lot bigger than I thought you'd be," she told him, (For the record, Dan measures out to 7 ¼ inches, and is bent to the left) looking down at what she was doing.

It was Dan's turn to moan as Fuschia's other hand joined the first and slipped down his shaft, and lightly skimmed over his balls.

Grinning wickedly at him, she said, "I like playing with you dick, it has a silky feel to it, you know?"

She tilted her head down, again, to watch as her small hands glided up and down over his pole. She had a lewd, happy grin on her face, and it was evident she was enjoying herself.

Fuschia slowly looked around the room, taking in the lights and cameras and all the people standing in a semi-circle looking back at her. She laughed and with a lusty glint in her eyes, said to everyone, but to Wilbur and his camera in particular, "I like doing this, it feels good ... makes me hot..."

Feeling it was the right time, I waved to dandy and he caught my meaning, took his fingers out of her, put his arms around her and rolled over onto his back, bringing Fuschia's slim, girlish body with him until she was lying on top, her hard, nipples against his chest.

"OH!" she sighed as her smooth, slender thighs now lay on either side of Dan's belly. Dan reached around her as she lay on top and brushed his finger tips along the backs of her smooth, naked thighs and over the roundness of her taut little ass.

"OH!"

He caressed her pussy lips from behind, coating them with her juices as he sent them in and out of her steaminess.

"Push yourself back a little," he said, "that way my cock will enter you."

I moved quickly to Wilbur's side and took in the view from the camera's perspective. I watched as Fuschia placed her hands on Dan's chest then raised her body up and scooted back against the pressure of his cockhead at her slick entrance. 

The outer lips of her slit parted and I could not only see the close-up of his cock entering her, but actually appeared to feel it as well. 

This was definitely a money shot. I blinked then looked through the lens again. The ridges of Dan's cock tip were being held in place by the elastic tightness of her cunt lasted for a full second before disappearing inside her. 

From a visual aspect it was awesome. Our backers, seeing this would know we could deliver the goods they wanted, and would no doubt shower us with more than enough money to make several more films without making further demands upon us.

It was a great moment for me.

By the time my mind returned to the couple on the couch they were in full fuck mode. Fuschia was bopping up and down on Dan's erection with a little help from his hands which held her around the waist

"OH GOD!"

Dan let his hands fall away, at her words. 

Fuschia, sitting upright, used her legs to propel herself up and down upon his cock, now fully embedded in her, shuddering each time he entered her, moving faster and faster as she neared her climax.

"IT FEELS SO GOOD!"

Her facial expression was a mingling of innocence and lust as she enthusiastically pulled herself half-way off his cock before sinking back down and fully impaling herself.

Dandy played with her tits as Fuschia's body rode his pole like a little girl on a carousel. "God, I love to fuck," Fuschia whimpered as her ass moved faster, the slickness of their combined fluids making it ever easier for her urgent humping.

Standing only five feet away from them, I could hear her rapid breathing as it hissed through her teeth each time she absorbed him and caused her clit to collide with his balls.

Dan croaked out a warning. "Going to cum!"

Fuschia looked down at him and smiled, then groaned, her slender young body appeared to bounce even harder on his throbbing shaft.

"Inside me! Come inside me!" she moaned. Fuschia bounced two more times before they were both moaning as they came. Her body went rigid; only her ass moved as it ground upward to maximize the pressure of his cock inside her. Her head was tilted back, her eyes shut as she came in a series of waves.

Dan had a fierce grimace on his face as he bucked against her, jettisoning line after line of jizm into her.

They remained attached to one another for a minute or so. And when they finally separated, a warm, sticky wetness seeped out of her cunt and over his groin.

Fuschia giggled then let out a long, satisfied sigh.

"Jesus, does it get better than that?" she asked.

"Maybe," Dandy said, and I knew he was reluctant to admit that it just might get better as it was unlikely he would have another chance with her ... at least while being filmed.

I handed both of them robes to wear and Sigourney brought in a tray of coffee and Danish which both accepted and devoured as if famished, which I guess they were.

When they were finished, Wilbur approached me and asked if I would tell Fuschia to blow him. I said I'd ask her and got her off to the side and told her of Wilbur's request.

"Why him?" she asked, licking some of the icing from the Danish off her fingers.

"He's a good cameraman. He can make you look great or average. If you show him you like him enough to blow, I think he'll make you a star with his camera. I'm not telling you to do it, but since you're going to be taking on all sorts of guys I wouldn't want to piss him off, you know?"

She nodded, and said, "All right, but not in front of everyone. Has he got a car or something?"

"Wilbur, you got a car outside?"

"Um, I gotta van."

I turned to Fuschia, "he's got a van."

"I heard," she replied. Tell him to meet me outside."

Wilbur scooted out the door and Fuschia dressed and followed him out. Wilbur returned with a shit-eating grin about twenty minutes later and sidled up to me as we were settling Katya and Bird, her boyfriend on the couch.

"I got to fuck her too," Wilbur whispered in my ear.

"Great, ready to get back to work?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. Say, is Bird working the camera or what?"

"Or what," I replied with a lewd smile. He's got first dibs on Katya, then we surprise her with a guest appearance no one knows about."

Katya was wearing a skimpy black slip that might pass for a cocktail dress at night, but in broad daylight everyone knew what it was. Still, it looked good on her. Bird joined her on the couch and they kissed. Bird had the dark-haired Russian immigrant's left breast out before they broke apart and she made no move to put it back out of sight.

"Hold it!" I yelled. Katya get back up off the couch. You too, Bird. When I say, roll 'em, I want you to sit down, Bird. Katya, after he sits down count to three and join him; then the two of you kiss again and keep going. I'm sorry to make you start over, but the cameras weren't rolling and we don't want to pick things up when already in progress."

I counted to five then yelled, "Roll 'em!" I counted silently along with Bird and things moved smoothly after that. They kissed, the tit popped out, and after that Katya gave his cock a friendly squeeze and started opening his shirt.

"It seems like you have a nice big juicy cock in there," she said teasingly. Sigourney, handling the sound for us on this shoot hit my arm in approval. I winked at her and nodded. Katya's vocalizing the action was a bonus and I wondered if it was because Bird was her boyfriend or if she'd talk with any one she was hooked up with. 

I smiled because I would be finding out soon enough.

Within a minute she was straddling his left leg and had his shirt open to the waist while alternately caressing and tweaking his nipples with one hand and rubbing his chest with the other. 

Bird reached out, pulled her close and kissed her. During the kiss, he managed to lower the upper part of her dress exposing both breasts to the audience. Katya wasn't idle herself, and managed to open his fly and pry his erection out, at which point Bird reached around her and lifted the dress up to her waist and sent his fingers under the taut expanse of her red thong, and into her slick cunt. 

Still entwined in a languid kiss, I heard them both moan appreciatively. I looked at Sigourney and she gave me the thumbs up sign. That told me this scene would sell on its own merit, with or without a script.

When I returned my attention to the couple on the couch, Katya was slowly licking the head of Bird's dick. Dan Deleon intruded on the couple to rub Katya's ass before I could yank him away from the two lovebirds (no pun intended). 

We would edit Dan out of the scene later, but I chastised him for pulling the stunt in the first place. He could have pissed Katya off enough to make her walk off the set, ruining the days shoot.

My concerns were misplaced though, for Katya turned to see what was going on and gave the closest cameraman a lewd smile before returning to kiss Bird's cock again.

One benefit attained from having a pair of lovers perform for you is that they usually know just what pleases the other, and that's what we had going with Bird and Katya. And I have to say that I believe her mouth appeared more sensual on camera than most women giving head for that very reason.

After another minute of fellating Bird, Katya took a moment to remove his pants, leaving him naked except for his open shirt. Then, standing in front of him, she bent at the waist and resumed her blowjob; presenting her rear to the cameras should they want to film her from that angle as well. I can assure you they did, Vinnie moved to one side and got a great view of her tits hanging down and a side-view of her ass that was complemented by Wilbur's straight-on shot of her ass and then a between her legs view of her sucking bird's dick. These particular viewpoints were stunning when we screened them several hours later.

In what I assumed was an attempt to stave off an early ejaculation, Katya halted the blowjob and removed the remainder of her clothing, posed for the cameras for a moment and then lay down in Bird's arms and kissed him passionately.

I had already prompted Bird to go down on her at about this point, but what he didn't know ... well he did know that another guy would be joining him in fucking Katya, but not that it would be my 6' 10" African-American buddy, Marco Abernathy. What I didn't know was that Marco did possess one of those mythical eleven inch wangs that are always talked of, but seldom seen in real, or reel–life.

And so when the kissing abruptly ceased, Bird prevented Katya from renewing her cocksucking and had her assume his place on the couch, got down on his knees and dove into her crotch.

I let him attack her genitals for about two minutes, actually until I heard Katya moan for the first time. At that point I left the room to summon Marco in, and in he came, all 6' 10' of his glistening ebony body, holding what Sigourney later told me was a night-stick sized dildo, but was actually his own self; a size extra-extra large dong.

Marco leaned over the couch, a relatively easy accomplishment for him, and tapped Katya's forehead with his manhood. Her eyes widened in surprise and then she smiled the biggest smile I ever saw her bestow on anyone, including Bird on their wedding day a year later, and reached out to take him, or it in her mouth.

It took Bird a moment or two before realizing that he wasn't the only one putting it to Katya. When he did, I have to say he took it in stride and after a moment or two, resumed gnawing away at her clit and crotch with as much gusto as he had previously.

Marco caught everyone off guard by refusing to let her suck him and offering her his finger instead. Katya sucked his finger just as eagerly as she would have his Willie, and he rewarded her by playing with each of her nipples with great effect as Bird seemed to have brought her close to the edge of her climax.

Katya moaned several times clearly signaling her pending climatic arrival. Marco covered her mouth with his and as his tongue entered her mouth, her hips began to churn and jerk. Bird was already holding her hips tightly and had his face nearly buried in her snatch. She came with Marco still soul-kissing her and when Bird wrenched his face away to gulp a breath of air; we saw that it was covered with the sticky sheen of her love juice.

Both men allowed Katya a respite to enjoy and recover from her orgasm. I kept both cameras rolling, not daring to stop for fear of missing an unrepeatable moment.

And we would have too, for Katya blurted out, "Jesus, you two guys ... especially you my dark skinned lover ... and where the fuck did you come from?"

"Ah," Marco grinned, "I did surprise you, eh? Well, that's good, but you have yet to try my tool out. Why not be a good girl and have some. I guarantee it tastes wonderful. I have many endorsements say it is so."

"You have them on you?" Katya asked, trying to be funny.

"All I have on me is this," he said holding his electrifying prick out for her inspection. "But there are many ladies at this collegial institution who would gladly attest to its ability to satisfy in more ways than one."




Handsome Ch. 32



"I believe you, but I want my man, Bird to fuck me first. I have a feeling he'll get lost after you're done with me."

"Whatever you say, lovely Katya, whatever you say," Marco told her as he ran his huge hand through her dark hair.

Bird sank back down between her legs and resumed eating her and Marco held his cock out and she gingerly accepted it, bringing it slowly to her mouth and taking in three-quarters of his plumb-black cockhead.

Within a minute Katya had engulfed seven plus inches of his eel-like appendage. That would be as much as she could handle, although it should be stated that she did try to deep-throat all of him, but for Katya it was an impossibility.

To my surprise, Dan Deleon walked up to the trio holding his newly achieved erection in hand and Katya sensing his presence next to her, reached out and began jerking him off.

This was not part of the intended audition, but since she seemed to accept him I let it go.

Bird didn't like it, but did nothing to prevent it other than mounting her and fucking away so hard that Katya let go of Dandy's dick and soon after Marco's cock fell from her mouth as she gave herself over to the joyous sensations Bird's cock was bringing to her.

Both Marco and Dan stood by, idly stroking their respective weapons, waiting patiently for Bird to finish with Katya.

I have to admit the Bird was impressive in his own right. He pounded away at Katya, bringing her to at least three more orgasms before he pulled out and finished by jerking off onto her tits.

The moment he rolled away from her, Dan turned Katya so that she now faced the couch and mounted her and took up where Bird had left off. 

Katya was still in the midst of an orgasm, so Dandy took it slow, seemingly measuring out each thrust to keep her on the cusp of her climax. Meanwhile, Marco tapped her lips with his prize and Katya gladly took him on again, sucking voraciously on him as Dandy slowly increased his tempo, fucking her from behind while Marco fucked her from the front.

Off to my right I saw Fuschia Greene reenter the room and beckon Bird over to her. The girl was all heart; she dropped to her knees and started sucking on his flaccid member, and proved her prowess as a fluffer by getting him hard in short order.

The two men switched places with Katya while Fuschia was recharging Bird's batteries and now Katya was being slammed with what must have been gut-wrenching thrusts by Marco for she was screaming happily each time he pounded into her. And yet she retained Dan's dick in her mouth, which I attributed to her outstanding technique as a fellatrist.

Further, it was Dandy who came next. Well, I'm not sure that it wasn't Katya, but then she might have been coming all along. Marco also pulled out of her, spewing an amazing amount of jizm over her mid-section and breasts, and before she could sample it, or wipe it away, Bird was slipping it to her and she mewed like a cat as she began her last climax of the afternoon.

All in all, it was a most rewarding shoot. At the screening later I saw that Dan Deleon had comported himself well enough to trigger two orgasms with Fuschia, and of course we knew we had a star in Katya. Regrettably, Marco informed me he would be partaking in any further scenes for us, as he had his reputation to think of.

"Think of the reputation you'll have if you do work with us some more," Sigourney pleaded. Later she confided wanting to act out a scene or three with him herself.

(I arranged for a private session with him with no cameras as a birthday present three months later, for which I was amply rewarded with a foursome involving three winsome females, but I'll get to that at a later point.)

Katya and Bird came out of the shower together and acted like lovebirds while we cleaned things up and agreed to meet in a couple hours to screen the days shooting.

All was well with my world.



Handsome Ch. 33



Chapter 33
Sigourney & Me

Sigourney and I finished cleaning the place after everyone had left. It was about ten and as we wrapped things up I realized we were peeking at one another.

"Are you as horny as I am?" I asked.

"Probably hornier after watching them go at it all afternoon."

With that she clamped her lips to mine and moaned deep into my mouth. A moment later her pelvis was grinding against mine while she nipped at my mouth and lips. Her hands were roaming wildly from my butt, to my back, and up into my hair. My hands had clamped themselves to her magnificent ass and as my hand drifted between the cheeks of her ass I could feel her heat and even some wetness through the denim of her jeans. Urging my hand forward, I cupped the sponginess of her mound and smiled at her reaction, which was to shove her pudenda harder against my hand.

Sigourney moaned, and her fingers turned to claws as they gripped the muscles of my back. She was panting as her tongue roamed around my gums and teeth, finally tearing away from my mouth only to bury her face in the crook of my neck.

Her hips were working frantically against my searching fingers.

My God, she's going to come! I thought an instant before she went rigid in my arms. Her hips bucked violently, once, twice, three times; and then the hand that had been cupping her moist crotch was flooded with her hot ejaculate. She had squirted with a vengeance.

"Oh ... I ... shit!" She managed then shuddered her way from the peak of her climax down to the glow of completion.

Finally she was still. She hung from my arms as if her bones had turned to jelly. Sweat dripped from her face and saturated my shirtfront, while her juices had soaked through her jeans and were lubricating my fingers. I had never met a woman who came so copiously and violently as Sigourney.

Her eyes met mine and as she gripped my cock she whispered, "Bree, I have to suck your cock!"

That said, she brought my cock into her hot velvet mouth; and as it traversed the depth of her throat I felt a constriction on the head of my cock, and saw Sigourney's eyes well up from the effort to deep throat me.

I gasped then swore, "Fuck!"

Sigourney held it for a second of two before gagging while I reeled in a rapture I'd seldom felt before.

She released my dick, took it out of her mouth, it was coated with her saliva. Tears rolled down her face until she thought to wipe them away. A moment later she recaptured my erection and brought it back to her mouth. This time she allowed her tongue to play with it and didn't take it anywhere near as deep. 

"Lick the head!"

She took it from her mouth and inspected it. "You have a delectable taste to you," she told me. I moaned then said, "Ooooh let me fuck that mouth!"

I was back inside in a flash. "Ooooh! Oh, yeah!"

"That feel good?"

"Oh, you're nasty."

"Nasty?"

"Yeah, real nasty! Put a finger in your hole."

"Like this?"

"Yeah ... maybe add another one."

"Mmmm, like so?"

"Absofuckenlutley!"

"Watch me suck your cock, Bree. Watch me make you cum."

And so I focused on Sigourney, her mouth filled with my aching meat and moments later her hand was softly massaging my tight balls and just when I thought it couldn't get any better she began rubbing my perineum. Her fingers felt wet, it was clear to me that while she was sucking me off she was fingering her pussy.

"You like that, Bree?"

"God, yes!"

Sigourney took me deep again until she started to gag, but left me there until I edged back a little to give her breathing room.

Meanwhile she reciprocated by applying undulating pressure to his prostate with her finger. Eventually she pulled her head off my dick, and leaving it soaked in saliva, looked into my eyes. "Mmmm, you like fucking my mouth, don't you?"

"Love it!"

"Are you ready to come for me?"

"Yes, yes, I don't think I can hold back."

"Then don't, cum in my mouth."

I groaned; she had a filthy mouth and a filthy mind. She was a wonderful lover and an incredible slut.

Sigourney returned to circling my cock head with her tongue, stroking it with her hand using a twisting motion while taking the top half into her mouth over and over again. I could feel it swelling with a familiar sensation; I was not going to able to hold back now as she lowered her mouth deep down onto his cock again.

I threw my head back and yelled, "Fuck! Fuck!"

"Mmmmm," she moaned while my jerking cock filled her mouth with semen. Her finger kept stabbing into my ass, prolonging my ejaculation phase about twice its normal length.

Finally, she released my from between her lips and swallowed what remained in her mouth. "Mmmm, you taste so good. Do I taste as good to you?"

"We'll have news on that at eleven," I answered, and we both laughed at my inanity.

She hadn't stopped jerking me off, and kept a close watch on the eye of my cock as the last vestiges of semen oozed forth, and only then did she scoop up what remained and bring her fingers to her mouth, making a meal of licking it off her fingers then my cock.

"Mmmm, Bree baby, you have no idea how good you taste."

"I know you hogged it all. I don't know if I'll share any of your juices with you after I make you come three or four times."

"We'll see about that when we see about that," she replied.

"You've been watching too much Howard Cosell, I responded, referring to the most controversial sports broadcaster of the time.

"So, Siggy baby, want me to pinch those nipples?"

"Yes!"

"Want me to eat you out?"

"YES!"

Using both hands, I stroked then lifted her breasts at the same time, loving the weight of them, the shape of them and the heat coming from them. Using my index fingers and thumbs, I started rolling her nipples; gently squeezing them and extending them until the rubbery knobs protruded from her breasts at least half an inch. She was moaning and rubbing her ass against my semi-erect cock. Reaching back Sigourney began rubbing her palms up and down the backs of my thighs. I leaned forward and ran my lips and tongue up and down the back of her neck and shoulders while my eyes feasted on the twin mounds of perfection that were her breasts. Full, round, and slightly up tilted, they were capped by those hard, long, dark pink nipples. Her breasts had virtually no sag at all. They were a work of art. 

I needed to taste them. As my mouth dropped to one of her heaving tits, her hand went for testicles, manipulating them so as to generate the greatest pleasure possible. I sucked and nibbled at her nipples, tasting her flesh and the faint saltiness of her sweat before switching to the underside of each breast, until she whimpered, "Fuck me! Suck me down there! I need to get off!"

Her pussy was swollen and red with her juices already drooling down the crack of her gorgeous ass. I drank in her aroma. It was sweet, heady and spicy.

"Give it to me, baby," she purred.

I was hard enough to fuck and positioned myself at her ruddy entrance. With a wild moan, she grabbed me and inserted my dick into her hot tunnel, thrusting her hips up at me at the same time I thrust into her. Our pelvic bones met and locked as we strained against each other. After a few moments I slowly withdrew until just the head of my cock was inside her hot, silky cunt then I slowly slid back in until I bottomed out. I got a rhythm going then began thrusting harder. 

Sigourney's moans turned to screams. "FUCK ME! Oh you bastard ... don't play with me ... FUCK ME! ... harder baby ... give it to me ... FUCK ME BREE!"

Then she was coming. Her slick hot juices flooded from her pussy in a series of spasms which I felt rip through her as her nails ripped furrows in my back while my hands mashed her ass and tits.

It took a while for things to calm down as neither of us wanted to relinquish the feelings we were experiencing, but finally we collapsed back onto the sweat soaked sheets. We lay just holding each other and tenderly kissing whatever flesh came within range until our breathing and heart rates returned to normal.

Sigourney started talking then, non-stop. "Don't hate me, Bree, but I can't stop thinking about the session earlier."

"Anything specific?" I asked looking for a possible means of further stimulating my lover.

"Fuschia's tits ... and how Dan fingered her."

"I remember you telling me you were soaked from watching them."

"Was I ever! I had to take my panties off and go commando and then my jeans were drenched with my juices."

"I could smell you," I told her.

Startled by my admission, she said, "Really? You could smell me?"

"Sure, and you could probably have smelled my arousal as well if you had tried."

"You think?"

"It's the testosterone we give off when sufficiently stimulated. I'm pretty sure we smell it, but our other senses over-ride our noses. I mean, all we're thinking about is fucking someone and that wipes out the olfactory senses. Well, it doesn't wipe them out, but we're distracted by wanting to get it on."

She pulled away from me and peered up at me. "I think you're right about that."

Then she felt my erection pressing against her thigh and lowered her head until her extended tongue was slowly licking the tip of my cock. "Want me to jerk you off?"

"If you want to," I replied.

She held my cock up to my belly, so she could lick the underside of my cock and get to my balls as well. The tongue bath she was giving my cock and balls was sensational. They were dripping with her saliva. Then she started to suck on my cock. All the while, her left hand was slowly jacking me off. I was really beginning to feel tightening that my orgasm was slowly approaching. She seemed to sense it and backed off to let my impending orgasm recede. It was as if she were counting to thirty. (Later she confessed she was counting, but not that high.)

Siggy took me back in her mouth while slowly bobbing her head up and down then paused to wet a finger on her right hand and began to probe my asshole. She went back to slowly bobbing her head up and down my cock. I began to encourage her by guiding her motions with my hand on her head and with my moans of pleasure. Her finger was completely inserted into my ass, stimulating my prostate. I was getting close when she took me down her throat.

"No, no!" I barked causing her to expel me from her mouth and pull the finger from my ass.

"What? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, I want to fuck you. I won't be able to if you suck all the juice from my dick."

"I'm all for that," she giggled.

"I have something else planned."

"What, tell me, what is it?"

"You'll see ... then again, maybe you won't."

"Are you being silly, Bree? I don't follow you..."

"Shhh!" I said and left the room in search of the package I had brought over two nights earlier with some toys I wanted to try on her.

When I returned the first thing Sigourney said was predictably enough, "What's in the box?"

"Some presents," I said striving for vagueness I wasn't going to achieve.

"Toys, I bet you brought some toys over!" Her voice was filled with heady expectations and for the first time I began to doubt what I was about to do.

Putting the box down beside the bed, I joined her on the bed and lay on top of her. We kissed for a while then I gently bit and sucked on her neck and earlobes while lightly caressing her body. I teased her inner thighs with my mouth and tongue while my hands worked her breasts. I had her moaning continuously and felt the heat emanating off her smooth pussy. A quick lick from the bottom of her slit to her clit brought forth a groan of frustration from her. I smiled at her as I stood up and took the blindfold from the box.

"You've seen enough for the time being," I said calmly and slowly placed it over her eyes.

"Can you see anything?"

"No, but..."

"Shhh. I'll do the talking. You'll have to wait for the rest," I said, putting as much warmth into my voice as possible. Reaching back into the box I found the velvet ropes and started tying her wrists to the posts.

"I've never done this before," she said, the excitement evident in her tone as I secured her ankles to the remaining bedposts.

"I'll be back in a minute and let you know the rules," I said as I finished tying the ropes to her cuffs. I took a minute to bring a kitchen chair into the room and found her writhing on the bed one hand jammed in her mouth, trying unsuccessfully to keep quiet; the other hand was frantically rubbing her twat.

I clapped my hands together. Sigourney leapt up against her bindings, tearing her hand away from her sex at the same time.

"Leave it to you to break the rules before learning them," I said.

"I can't break the rules if I don't know them," she shot back, confidently, turning her head from side to side as if trying to discern my position from behind the blindfold.

"The law maintains that ignorance is no excuse, Siggy."

"Don't call me that, I hate it."

I reached into my toy box and took out a feather. We had not played with the toys as yet having so many other things to do, but we had discussed it, but not how or when each implement would be used. I drew the feather across her left nipple and she shuddered with delight.

"Nice ... very nice, Bree. I won't mind this at all," she cooed.

But after several minutes of careful touches with the feather, Sigourney was trembling in desperation, and begging me to end the teasing. It seemed that she was ticklish in the most sensitive portions of her anatomy; and that the feather caused her to pull away from its light caresses, but that brought a certain discomfort that gradually turned to excruciating pain in her wrists and ankles which were bound securely to the bedposts and were already obviously chaffed to the point of burns.

"Want me to stop with the feather?"

"YES, PLEASE!"

I let the feather fall and drift slowly into the box from which it had come. I hovered over her breasts, waiting for the right moment and when it came took her right nipple between my teeth and bit it. I alternated between her nipples for the next ten minutes or so, and had her quivering with anticipation.

"Shove your cock in me, you bastard!" she screamed.

"Soon enough, soon enough," I chuckled, knowing I couldn't hold off much longer or I'd risk coming without having entered her. Still I fought the impulse to end the teasing and just fuck her and slowly kissed my way up her legs. Starting where the leather cuff ended, spending a good bit of time on the back of her legs where she is very sensitive. She moaned from the first touch of my lips, never stopping until I took her labia in my mouth and sucked.

That got her off.

I pried her labia apart and looked at the inside of her pussy. It was oozing juice. I stuck my tongue in and slurped up all I could. She screamed, "Yes, Yes!" as her first full orgasm overcame her body.

I moved away from her pussy and spent several minutes covering her ass cheeks with wet smoochy kisses. As she came down from her high I moved my way up to her asshole, stuck my tongue in it then sucked on her pucker. I moistened my index finger and gently sank it into her ass.

"That's it baby," she muttered.

I kept teasing her, listening for those tell-tale sighs and moans indicating that she was nearing another climax. This time it was when she suddenly started flexing against her bonds. I wiggled the finger in her ass and sucked on her rubbery clit almost simultaneously.

Sigourney began muttering unintelligibly to herself. I counted to six then bit down on her clit. Two heartbeats later she screamed out, "Oh, God, yes!" and came again.

I pulled my finger out of her ass, picked up the tube of lubrication and squirted it in and around the opening that gaped at me. She probably didn't even notice as she was still rolling in aftershocks. As I went back to sucking her pussy, I slowly shoved two fingers into her ass. She grunted when I did that. I slowly tongued her clit while shoving the fingers in and out of her ass.

She started to moan with pleasure. "Bree," she gasped after a few minutes of that, "You put that cock in my ass ... I think ... I think I'm gonna come really, really hard."

"Let's go for it, baby," I whispered." I got to my feet. Looking at her in that position caused my dick to throb, and I couldn't resist swiping it up and down her slit. She flinched as I did so. I slowly pushed into her; it was the most delicious feeling. I could feel her ass contract as I eased out then slid back into her.

Breathlessly, Sigourney said, "Feels so damn good."

I pumped slowly, not wanting to get too excited. It was a wondrous feeling having her ass clutching me so tightly.

"Keep it slow," she croaked. "Take it real slow."

"I will," I said and sank in to the hilt and remained stationary for a time.

She told me when she was ready by simply saying, "What are you waiting for? Fuck that ass!"

I started slowly and built up speed. Before I knew it I was slamming into her like Johnny B. Good.

"Rub my clit, lover! Rub it good!"

I reached down with my non-lubed hand and started to rub furiously. We were both quickly approaching release. 

"Here I come!" I grunted. That's all it took to push her over the edge. She screamed, "Oh, my God, what's happening?"

As she screamed, something sprayed all over my legs just as my load rocketed from my gonads and splattered deep into her anus. It felt as if I had been hit with a water gun. I didn't worry about it, but after my orgasm ended I untied her hands and legs from their bindings.

I stuck a finger into the liquid she had spewed out and tasted it. There was a certain pussy juice flavor but it wasn't as slick, it was more watery and I realized that she had squirted for me.

I caressed her body as she made little sounds of contentment. I asked, "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"You know damn well I did. Did you?"

"Of course I did."

"In a little while..." she said and stopped to take a deep breath. "Want to go clubbing?"

"Why not, the night is young."

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We were at Lena's new lounge, down on the River Front. Just the two of us, Sigourney sipping at her Mai Tai while I sucked down my beer. I reached out to stroke Sigourney's knee. "We can go after I finish this," I said.

"Sure," she replied, as a young woman walked past us on her way out. "She's cute," Sigourney said, as if she were commenting on the decor.

I sighed. It's a people-watching game we've played from time to time. One of us points out a woman and the other gives her the thumbs-up or the thumbs-down.

"What? You don't think she's cute?"

"I guess so."

"You guess so? What are you into, then? I don't mean the bimbos we've been auditioning. I mean, say real life types. What kind of woman would you be attracted to if you weren't with me?"

"If I were to look — that is, if I didn't leave everything up to chance the way I usually do — I'd probably look for a brunette, like a tall, leggy, raven-haired beauty with, y'know, a proper ass." I gazed off into the distance, and then noticed a woman who had just moved next to Sigourney at the bar. "Like her, actually."

"Who?"

"Right behind you, Siggy."

Sigourney snuck a glance over her shoulder. 

"Yeah, she's hot."

A moment later she excused herself to go find the restroom. In the meantime I practiced leaning back in my barstool and appearing nonchalant. The raven-haired beauty turned around and smiled at me across the expanse of Sigourney's vacant seat. I immediately recognized her as the same woman who'd smiled at me shortly after we'd arrived at the bar. I returned the favor, nodding slightly as if to say: "Your move, sweetheart."

She inched closer, leaning over the stool between us. "So is she your girlfriend or what?"

Now a typical guy would nervously decline the invitation while quietly cursing themselves over never having been approached by a beautiful woman when not encumbered by a date. But having known a few women fairly well, I knew that if I answered her simple question with a "yes" without any additional qualification, she would assume the door is closed. If, on the other hand, I launched into a discussion concerning the particulars of my dating history, I risked coming across as a threesome-obsessed sleazebag. So I said, "Well yes, but we also see other people."




Handsome Ch. 33



She didn't turn away from me, but leaned closer and asked "Like an open relationship?"

"Sort of," I told her, "except we usually date other people together. The problem is—and this may sound strange coming from a guy ... most women are just looking for a quick romp. It's like 'Oh I've never done a threesome before; gotta cross that off my lifetime to-do list.'"

She chuckled. "No, I can see how that would be annoying." She took a closer look at me. "How old are you, by the way?"

"Twenty-one," I lied. "And, if you don't mind me asking ...."

She licked her pouty lips and said, "I just turned thirty." That said, she quickly turned away and spoke with her blonde friend who apparently had had one too many drinks. 

I was about ready to write the whole thing off as a mildly pleasant conversation, but then she turned back to me. Out of the corner of my eye I spied Sigourney approaching us.

"And you're not seeing anyone?" I asked.

"No. I just broke up with a married guy who said he was in an open relationship—evidently his wife didn't agree."

I laughed, slipped my arm around Sigourney, and made the necessary introductions. "Elaine, Sigourney..."

Elaine continued. "Yeah, I was stupid to fall for that. I was in a relationship through most of my twenties and just moved to Cincinnati a year ago, so I feel like I have some catching up to do."

"Nothing wrong with that," I said. "Now if you ladies will excuse me."

I left for the bathroom as the women started their own conversation. When I returned Sigourney was already holding Elaine's phone number in her hand. Our new companion had to take care of her drunk friend and so, after giving us each a kiss on the cheek, she left the bar.

"Funny how that worked out," I told Sigourney.

"Would you like to go home and fuck?" she said with a lewd smile.

"I thought you'd never ask," and hopped off the bar stool and escorted her out of the club.

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Except that at twenty past one Sigourney's phone rang. I was spending some time between her lovely legs when she answered, and loudly squealed it was Elaine wanting to come over. 

Sigourney gave her directions and we stopped what we were doing, put some clothes on, and waited for her to arrive.

While Sigourney made us all drinks, I took Elaine on a tour of the apartment. When we reached the walk-in closet, I grabbed her by the loops on the waist of her jeans and pressed her ass against the aching monstrosity in my pants. 

Her voice was high and sweet: "Oh!" she squealed, sounding very much like Sigourney had when hearing her voice on the phone. I liked the sound of it and kissed her; found she had had the good taste to rinse her mouth with a strawberry flavored mouthwash, and removed her top. 

I was admiring the slope of her breasts when Sigourney caught up with us. I took Elaine's large right nipple into my mouth and Sigourney took the left.

Elaine began to purr.

I helped both of them undress and looked on as they melted into one another, I took a moment to admire Siggy's deep tanned skin pressed against Elaine's pale white. To my surprise, Elaine with Siggy's mouth at her genitals, reached out and took hold of my cock, sucked it for a few precious seconds then let it go as she started to come from Sigourney's magical tongue. I glanced at my dick and saw it was coated with a glistening sheen of her saliva.

I started stroking my dick, not enough to make me come, but enough to keep it hard and at the ready. Meanwhile, Elaine, on all fours, nestled her face between Sigourney's thighs. 

The scene took on an almost spiritual significance as the ritual, and it was a ritual, played out.

Sigourney called out, bringing me out of my reverie, "Sorry, what did you say?" I said. Sigourney moaned breathlessly, "I want you to fuck her while she's eating me." 

I dropped to the floor, Elaine arched her back, reached between her legs and spread her plump labia for me, enabling me to slide into her tight little oven.

I had one of those hardons that last forever because of all the fucking I've done earlier. But it still feels great—ain't nothing like a fuck and there ain't no such thing as a bad fuck—even though my knees are killing me as I pump away while Elaine munches her way to Sigourney's soul.

The women changed positions, and I got behind Sigourney, but as soon as I slipped into her, her cunt started making fart-like noises. She is mortified and says so. But Elaine laughs and tells us, "It happens a lot. It just means your pussy's happy."

That sets Sigourney and me to laughing and I can't fuck for the time being. The girls segue into a rousing sixty-nine while I recover my sensibilities.

Twenty minutes later Elaine's lithe body was riding my leg, reverse cowgirl, mashing her lips against Sigourney's, moaning as my fingers slipped into her shorn but not completely shaven twat while Sigourney cupped a heavy breast in her palm and whispered something into Elaine's ear.

A little later we learned that Elaine enjoyed a good spanking. It started with a tentative slap across her backside as she leaned over the coffee table. Encouraged by her little yelp of delight, I cupped my palm and delivered another blow, and then another, each strike harder than the last.

Sigourney joined me, each of us working a side. Elaine's cheeks turned crimson; my hand felt like it had fallen asleep. She refused to cry "uncle," our code word, and gasped when I bit down on the pale, lovely flesh above the crease between buttock and thigh. She purred when Sigourney clamped her teeth around her nipple.

When we stopped spanking her, Elaine begged to suck my cock. Happily, I pummeled the back of Elaine's throat as she made a series of "Gok, gok, gok" sounds while deep-throating me. Sigourney caught me off-guard when she slipped a finger up my ass. Tensing for a moment, I cradled Elaine's head in both hands and flattened the tip of her nose against my abdomen. I held her like this, marveling at her ability to open her throat, and thought about what this might look like in one of our films. Her eyes were watery by the time she uncoupled from me. "Was I good or what?" she said, blinking rapidly. Then Sigourney shut her up by plunging her finger—yes, that finger into her mouth.

This seems the place to say I've found that many women love to suck and lick and kiss and nibble and even chew their partner's fingers and hands while getting it on. Elaine never commented on the flavor the finger might have left in her mouth, but sucked it until Sigourney took it away from her. 

I immediately offered her my cock, which she readily accepted with an impish smile. Then her mouth gingerly kissed the head and shaft. I was leaking so much precum that strands of fluid were connecting to her lips as she moved back from each kiss. My dick was throbbing and I made it jump, startling her. (This little trick never failed to amuse my female partners. I never understood why more guys didn't do it.)

She took me on like a sex-starved bitch in heat. Once she had bathed the entire surface of my dick with her lips, she started at the base and ran her wet tongue in long strokes to the tip. She only licked upward. As she pulled away from the tip to move back to the base, strands of the mixture of her saliva and my precum remained connected for a moment before breaking away. Only when she had completed licking all around me did she return to the tip.

Planting an open-mouthed kiss on the head, her mouth opened as if in a French kiss. Her mouth descended, taking my dick into her. The feeling of warm wetness was all encompassing. I knew I was going to cum in her mouth. There was no avoiding it. She watched me as her mouth moved down over me. Her cheeks pulled in as she sucked on the upstroke. 

I felt powerless to break the eye contact. I watched as I was helplessly drawn to my impending climax. Then, just as my dick started to throb announcing my impending ejaculation— Sigourney attacked Elaine's pussy with her tongue and Elaine lost control of the situation and let me fall from her mouth, which had opened involuntarily from the shock of Sigourney's pleasuring assault.

Of course I maneuvered myself so that I was able to have at Sigourney's magnificent twat while she gnawed away at Elaine.

Siggy was already sopping wet from the licking she taken from Elaine earlier. The sheet where my left hand rested was already wet, and I could smell her familiar odor of arousal before I could see the gloss on the bottom of her lips. Pushing my nose against her asshole, I extended my tongue, ran it along her slit then settled into a comfortable position and had at her.

I extended my tongue and touched her clit. Siggy jumped, trying to pull away from the sudden touch. I laughed and renewed the contact, sliding my tongue across the sensitive nub of flesh. She pushed her hips against my mouth this time. I tried to see what she was doing to Elaine, thinking I'd copy it. But I couldn't get an adequate visual from where I was. I could hear Elaine's rasping breath as she gasped for air; heard her scream, "God Almighty! I love that!"

I laughed into Siggy's cunt. The smell and taste were overpowering. I breathed into her pussy and she let a moan escape her lips. I began licking her pussy in earnest. The middle finger of my right hand entered her fully. When it pulled out and reentered, it was joined by my index finger. On the next trip, my ring finger joined in. Each time, her moan was louder as I stretched her and rubbed against the sensitive ridges of her entrance.

It took me a minute to realize that she was emulating me and trying to fist Elaine as I was her.

She tore her face away from Elaine's cunt and snarled, "You'll never get that hand in me, Bree. Leave it at four fingers; maybe watch me fist her!"

Then her legs closed against my face and I concentrated on her clit, but continued fingering her as well. I felt her hips lift off the bed and she gave a moan that became a scream. I pushed all three fingers inside her as far as they would go and held them there, feeling her pussy contract around them as she came.

I realized there was more than one scream that I was hearing, and leaving my fingers deep inside Sigourney, I moved enough to get a clear look at what Elaine and Siggy were doing and saw Sigourney's fist in Elaine's twat to the wrist. Elaine was having the orgasm of a lifetime and Siggy was just slightly behind her. Returning to my previous position, I rested my chin on her mound and tongued gently around her outer labia, helping her come down from Mount Olympia or wherever the fuck she'd gone.

"Oh, wow. That was so incredible," Elaine said after swallowing hard and licking her lips.

"Yeah, fucking incredible!" Sigourney said a heartbeat later.

"Did he do you like you did me?" Elaine inquired.

"Almost," Siggy replied. "Only he couldn't get his fist in me. But he sure as hell tried."

Sigourney pulled my face to hers. She kissed me, tasted herself in my mouth. Then, she held my face in her hands as she licked her juices from my cheeks. When she had finished, she kissed me again. Elaine was waiting to kiss me when Siggy finished with me. I let them both have their way with me, and then loudly announced, "I'm hard again."

Both girls laughed at me. "Is that a threat?" Elaine asked.

"Have you taken a good look at my manhood?" I shot back.

They laughed again then Elaine said, "You're so smug when you say that. Do you really think you can make me scream?"

"I didn't do so badly a moment ago—and that was with only a few fingers and a tongue. I saved the most devastating weapon for last."

"Devastate me," Elaine giggled and spread her legs apart.

"I want your ass, Elaine. Are you game?"

"I don't know," she demurred after I'd made my intentions known. "You might be too big for me."

I smiled because I knew this game. Most of the sluts, um, I mean girls, auditioning for our fuck films play the same game. "It's too big", or "It will tear me apart," or "It hurts ... take it out!" Then they're lubed up and one of the guys is deep inside them and they're begging to be pounded into oblivion.

Elaine was no different. She uttered a breathy moan when her asshole gave way to the probing of my index finger. Rising from the couch, I let her gobble me up so that she was now impaled at either end. Not satisfied that Elaine was receiving enough attention, Sigourney crouched behind her and lapped at her cunt beneath my pumping digits.

I still laugh when I think of what Sigourney said after I'd convinced her to give assfucking a try. "That's not bad at all! It's like taking a shit over and over again."

Still, Elaine had her doubts, and I was not about to rape her. Sigourney came to the rescue by volunteering to take it up the ass first. "It's really easy," she cooed while Elaine frowned in disbelief.

I bent Siggy over an easy chair, (no pun intended) she was relaxed, (a big part of easy entry) and she knew just how to angle herself. I watched her round buttocks jiggle as I penetrated her ass.

There is something subtle in the way a woman's smooth anal muscle wraps around one's glans that makes assfucking so fucking good.

Evidently an ardent voyeur, Elaine sat some distance away and studied us as if she expected a quiz on our technique. When her turn came she made me wait, kneeling over her purse and fiddling around with something in there. It turned out to her personal lubricant. Cherry flavored and scented. Not that I was about to taste it.

"Let her get on top, Bree," Sigourney suggested. I nodded and lay down on my back and Elaine straddled me. Siggy grasped my cock and slowly, delicately pushed me into Elaine's well lubed asshole. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. She lowered herself onto my lap, hesitatingly, the way one might step into a very hot bath. I rose inside her.

"Go slow," I suggested, and she did.

I felt myself being slowly absorbed into her anus. I shuddered when she capitulated and then tensed around me.

"Oh yeah!" she exalted on realizing that she could, in fact, take my bazooka, and probably then some.

We established a working rhythm, with her slowly rocking back and forth while Sigourney whispered slutty things to us.

I slipped out of Elaine when she rose a little too high.

"Oh! Put it back!"

I did, and it felt wonderful going back in.

"Oh, yeah!"

"So, you like it up the ass, eh?"

"Yeah! You wanna cum in there?"

"Okay, I'm almost there, baby."

"Come in me!"

I was at the brink.

"Here it comes!"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Feel it?"

"Yeah, oh, yeah, I feel all that cum in me!"

I kept on pounding into her.

"Oh!"

"Something wrong, Elaine?"

"Oh ... oh, my god!

"What?"

"I ... I didn't think I would..."

"What?" Sigourney was asking the questions now. "What is it?"

"I'm gonna cum!"

"Sure I do all the time," Siggy assured her.

"Don't stop! Oh, shit, don't stop!"

I pumped harder.

"Sweet Jesus, I can't believe this ... it's so fucking good!"

The sweat was pouring off the two of us but we kept at it, me pumping, she meeting my thrusts with her jack-hammering pelvis.

"Don't stop!" Elaine moaned, she seemed exhausted, but continued fucking.

Finally I couldn't go any more and stopped.

She began to whimper, "No ... No!"

I flopped out of her ass and heard a soft fart emerge from her anus. I laughed and then both of them were deluging me with wet, sloppy kisses.

I came about ten minutes later with both of them sucking and licking my cock and balls. I was finished and that was that. We toppled onto the bed and fell asleep in a heap of tangled arms and legs.

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Around 5:30 that morning I got up to take a leak and grab a glass of water. Elaine joined me in the bathroom, seemingly fascinated with how I unerringly hit the toilet without sprinkling the sides.

"My husband, I mean my ex-husband, always pissed all over the place. I could never go to the bathroom without cleaning the bowel."

"My mother took pains to teach me properly," I said with a grin.

"You're lying, but I love it," Elaine laughed quietly. Sigourney could be heard snoring lightly in the bedroom behind us. Elaine bent over, showing me her ass. "Look you can see your semen trickling out of me."

I could.

I palmed her ass. "You've the loveliest ass," I said.

"I'm wet. Are you hard?"

"See for yourself."

"Oh! You are so hard!"

I sat down on the toilet and pulled Elaine onto my lap.

"Put it in and ride me. But keep it quiet."

Elaine was very wet and I slid into her pussy with ease. After a minute or so of slow fucking she began to moan softly.

"You like this, Elaine?"

"Yes!" she hissed. "I love it. I never dreamed that when I saw the two of you in the club that we'd wind up like this."

"You never thought it would be anything like this did you?"

"No ... I thought..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"C'mon, you were going to say something."

"No, no I wasn't."

I kissed her, turning her face to mine. Her tongue surged into my mouth. We kissed a long time, and all the while I ground my cock into her while she moaned into my mouth.

We broke apart and I exhaled against her shoulder.

"You are one delicious piece of ass," I whispered into her ear.

"You have the nicest cock," she replied.

I kissed her again then slowly eased her off of me and we made our way into the kitchen. I lifted her up onto the counter, ate her pussy for several minutes until she came quietly, and then as the dawn crept in through the kitchen windows, I half carried her to the table, had her lean over it and took her ass the second time.

Entry was considerably easier this time. All she said during the entire fuck was, "I don't believe this!' I think she said it three times. She came quickly, but her moans went up several octaves and woke Sigourney, who wandered into the kitchen clutching a towel to her body in case someone new had come into the house.

"Up early, I see," she said and sat down next to us and watched as I fucked Elaine harder and harder until I came emptying my balls in her ass.

"Jesus Christ!" Elaine gasped.

"How many times did you come?" Sigourney inquired innocently.

"I ... I think, maybe seven."

"Seven! Jesus ... did you save anything for me, Aubrey?"

"I think she's including those when I was eating her."

"Oh, thank God, then you've saved me some."

"You betcha, baby," I laughed and waved my limp dick in her direction.

"Elaine, you'll have to get him hard for me. Be a dear and suck him for a while will you?"

"Sure, Sigourney, I'd be happy to. Bree, why don't you sit down here?" she indicated the kitchen chair next to Sigourney. I sat down and she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth and started sucking.

I kept looking at the clock on the wall as Elaine worked on me. It took her seven minutes to get me hard. She removed me from her mouth with a satisfied grunt, said, "There, you're a big boy again. Sigourney?"

"I'll take it from here," Siggy laughed, and dropped the towel to the floor, took me by the cock and led me to the bedroom. Elaine followed and sat down cross-legged at the foot of the bed.

"Take me, Tarzan" Sigourney laughed and spread her legs in as erotic an invitation as one could wish for.

I knelt at the juncture of her thighs, and slowly embedded my cock in her. She sighed. It was a gratified sound and I lifted her legs, placed them over my shoulders and leaned forward until my chest was against hers, separated only by her thighs. I pushed harder and my dick penetrated her as far as was possible.

"Ooof," she grunted. I heard Elaine snicker, then laugh out loud. "He can get in there, can't he?" she giggled.

Sigourney caught her breath then said, "I think I can feel you pressing against my cervix."




Handsome Ch. 33



I tried to press harder, but I couldn't go any further. Instead, I pulled out fast and pushed in just as fast. My flank thumped against her pussy. She let out a small yelp.

"Am I hurting you?" I asked.

"I don't think so," she assured me.

I did it again.

"No, that doesn't hurt. But don't stop. I'll tell you when to stop if I need too."

I nodded and resumed my fucking. With each thrust, her yelps became a little louder. Before they became full-fledged screams, I needed to stretch my cramping leg muscles. I moved up again and let her legs slide off my shoulders. She took a deep breath and focused her eyes on me.

"Need a break?" she asked. "I can get on top."

"Sure," I said, sliding around to the pillow next to hers. She deftly mounted me, sinking her wonderful snatch onto my glistening shaft. Now it was my turn to gasp as she impaled herself on me with a force that had me gasping for breath. She was truly a vision of loveliness, the bouncing of her breasts delicately illuminated by early morning sun as it began its daily rise up in the sky outside the bedroom.

I watched her face as she concentrated, now fully in control. I intended to lie there and rest, but my body reacted to the stimulation of her pussy and began thrusting up to meet her downward thrusts. The bed began issuing forth rhythmic squeaks as our pounding intensified. Tiny beads of perspiration were forming on her chest. 

I could feel that I was sweating as well, making the sheet beneath my ass damp. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Elaine fingering herself and wincing each time Sigourney slammed her cunt down upon my manhood. She was imagining it was herself getting fucked. She was that obvious about things., not knowing that I could see her actions.

Sigourney was the athletic type as well as I, so it was a race to see who gave in first. We both made modifications to the position as time passed. She adjusted the angle of her hips so that she could rub her clit against the base of my dick, and later she sat upright and rubbed her clit with two fingers. As for me, I had my cock in a state where it would take a long time before ejaculating, so I contented myself with capturing a nipple between my lips and suckling her like a baby, switching nips when she began to protest it was getting sore.

I heard Elaine come when Sigourney got up and turned around so she was facing her. I didn't bother turning to look, but contented myself with fondling the globes of Siggy's lovely ass, and when I tired of that, I let my fingers explore the top of her slit to search for her clit. A minute or so later she turned back around and I could see sweat on her temples. Her hair was getting damp. I looked at the clock. We had been in this position for twenty minutes.

"You must need a break by now. How about a change?" I suggested.

It was apparent she wanted to continue, but she was getting tired. She managed to pant, "Okay ... doggy?"

I nodded. She lifted off me. The hair around the base of my dick was saturated with her juices. She leaned over and moved onto all fours. I got up on my knees and thrust my erection through her slippery lips, seating myself in one stroke. She leaned forward on her elbows as I started thrusting. I reached around to encircle her waist, then slid my hands up her body until I gripped a breast in each hand as a handle. I squeezed the nipples to put extra pressure there as our thrusting caused me to tug at her sensitive cones.

She was beyond moaning now. She was screaming. In this position, her entrance was putting pressure on the bottom of my dick and I knew I couldn't last much longer. I was ready to cum. I was getting tired. I was also worried that she was getting sore. I thrust harder to push her over the edge. She lost her balance on her elbows and fell forward, now fully face down on the mattress. I moved a little further over her. 

I put both hands on her ass cheeks to rest my weight there. Now my dick felt as if it was going straight down into her body. I knew the head was rubbing against her G spot. She couldn't speak intelligibly now. Her words were muffled moans verging on screams.

I felt Elaine's hands on my back urging me on and I crossed the point of no return slamming into Siggy particularly hard. My hands tensed, the fingertips digging into her ass. Elaine was clawing at my back. The welts she put there would last for several weeks, but I felt almost nothing at the time for I was erupting inside Sigourney, adding to the already ample slickness. I shot five or six spurts really hard, then the tension eased and I leaned even more over her. 

My ejaculate was down to a dribble as I moved to rest on her back, and my rapidly softening dick slid out of her channel only to have Elaine pounce on it and clean any vestiges of sperm away with her tongue.

Sigourney let out a slow groan as I rested my face against the back of her neck. I could feel that her hair was wet with sweat. I could also feel a flood of warm fluid bathing my dick. 

That's when I realized what Elaine was up to. I didn't give a rat's ass what she did at this point. I was finished for a while. A good while.

Neither Sigourney nor I moved. Whether because we were basking in the glow of what we had just done, or out of sheer exhaustion. The only sound in the room was our heavy panting as we each caught our breath and the slurping sound Elaine made sucking my dick clean.

After a few minutes of this, I rolled off her. I didn't want to move away from her warm flesh, but I knew she must be uncomfortable with my weight against her. I slid to the side, one leg still between hers, an arm around her waist, and my side against hers. I turned my head to her and kissed her cheek, right in front of her ear. She shivered.

"Ooh, you know I love that. I'm so sensitive there," she said in a voice that told me she still wasn't fully there.

"I'm sure you're sensitive in a lot of places right now," I responded. She gave a happy grunt of agreement.

I held her like that for a time. Her heart was still beating so hard that I could feel it with my arm on her back. At last, she turned over. The hair around her pussy was matted with our juices. I could see that she had been lying in a wet spot. It must have been a puddle at first, until the bedding soaked it up. She looked at Elaine and laughed. "I almost forgot about you."

"I can understand why," Elaine said smiling at her.

"Sigourney?"

"Um?"

"Want me to go down on you?"

"That would be very nice, but first I think I've gotta pee."

"I'll help you," Elaine offered.

"Ordinarily, I'd be too embarrassed to accept, but I don't think I can make it there without help, so thanks."

She helped Siggy into a sitting position on the side of the bed, then helped her stand, supporting her with one arm around her waist and Siggy's arm around her shoulder. Together, they shuffled to the bathroom. Elaine eased her onto the toilet seat then turned to leave.

"Stay," she said. "You've come this far with me. I don't have any more secrets."

They both smiled. I watched them from the bed. Sigourney stared at Elaine as she peed. When she was done, Elaine helped her back to bed.

Sigourney said, "I am going to be so sore today. Do you want to stay here with us?"

"I can't," Elaine replied. "I have an important meeting this afternoon that I can't miss." Sigourney pouted.

Elaine laughed. "I really can't miss it. Sorry."

"Okay," Siggy said as her pout softened. "Then come back tonight, or tomorrow night."

"You show him no mercy, do you?"

Siggy laughed and said, "He ... we make fuck films. That's what we do all day long."

Elaine was intrigued by the concept. "Really? You two kids are into porn?"

"We're not kids," Siggy protested.

"Maybe not, but you're really young," Elaine said with a grin.

"Aubrey, you told me you were twenty-one. Are you really?"

I grinned back at her and said, "Twenty ... just turned it actually."

"And you're making these films?"

"Since high school."

"You've got to be kidding me."

"I'm serious. Let me ask you something. Would you be interested in participating in one?"

"Me? In a porn flick?"

"Yes, Elaine, you, staring in your own film."

"I ... I don't know what to say."

Sigourney jumped in, saying, "Say yes, Elaine. You'd be perfect."

"Perfect ... in porn. Sounds like a title.," Elaine laughed.

"Tell you what," I said, "Are you free tomorrow afternoon around three?"

"I could be," Elaine answered with a horny glint in her eye. "Why?"

"I'll give you the address, drop in and see how it works. You can see for yourself. And I'll see to it that you get a proper fuck for your trouble."

"Now that's an offer I can't refuse. Where's that address?"

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The following afternoon we were scheduled to rehearse a walkthrough of Demetri's material involving a chance meeting between a man and a woman exiting the restrooms at a posh hotel while a wedding was in progress. 

There were two separate scenes undergoing the walkthrough – just outside the restroom and the walk down the corridor, trying doors until finding one open – then in the unoccupied room itself and having sex before the woman returned to the wedding and the man going his separate way.

To my surprise, Elaine entered the house along with Sigourney, and something told me it wasn't accidental.

Also present were Dan Deleon, Wilbur and Vinnie handling the camerawork, Demetri, who had written the script, and Molly Trammel, a woman in her early forties who would be reading the female part and also auditioning for the role. Also present was a male actor who had answered one of our ads; Tucker Treeman, who we soon learned had a monstrous sized cock that had every woman present drooling.

I was impressed with the manner in which Molly and Tucker read their lines. They really were in sync with one another and seemed to realize it as they played off one another. 

Now it should be remembered the dialogue being read involved two people hitting it off and being sexually attracted to the other. I called a break and they sat down and had a cup of coffee while I pointed out where they might improve their respective lines (I always made a point of doing this in hopes of getting an even better performance when the cameras were rolling. 

Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't.) It was during this point that I saw the heat building in Molly's eyes and decided to go for the sex scene while she was in the mood.

Demetri objected and Dan agreed with him. Sigourney supported me, but it was Molly's nodding her head in approval that decided things. Sigourney helped Molly into the gown her character would have worn to the wedding, and Tucker put on the dress suit he had brought with him right from the dry cleaners.

Dan wanted to know if we should start with Molly entering the ladies room, but I insisted that we start with them entering the empty hotel room simply because we didn't Have a restroom or a hotel lobby at hand, so we adjourned to the larger of the two guest rooms, made sure the bed was made and nothing unusual was strewn about.

No one bothered to comment on the fact that Tucker and Molly had not rehearsed their lines (the few there were) prior to beginning to film the scene. In retrospect I say we were all a bunch of horny toads, me included.

The script called for them to use mostly body language as they proceeded down the hall to the room, trying room after room until finding one that opened. When an unlocked door was found, Molly was to glance over her shoulder as she entered the room with Tucker quickly following her. 

I told them we would shoot that part when we found a suitable hotel and that we would start the shoot inside the "hotel" room. There were two cameramen working from opposite sides of the room. I made sure the actors had sufficient room to move about without bumping into the equipment and told Molly we would begin with her closing the door behind Tucker and then kissing him.

"Roll 'em!" I yelled and Molly entered the room with Tucker right on her heels. They closed the door and she was in his arms kissing him hungrily.

I scanned the room to see the reaction of the onlookers. They were stunned by the actions of the two actors, but apparently not as much as Molly and Tucker were with one another. 

Molly had Tucker was naked from the waist up before the kiss ended. Still fully clothed herself, she began licking his neck with broad swaths of her tongue until she began moving down his chest, nibbling slightly at his nipples, and unzipping his fly.

I heard Don hoarsely whisper, "Jesus Christ!" and realized I had been mouthing the exact same words myself.

Molly freed Tuckers cock after a brief struggle with his clothing. There was a collective gasp from those in the room that would have to be deleted at a later time for his sexual apparatus was enormous! Not only longer than most appendages, it was also thicker than any I had ever laid eyes on, and that included my black buddy Marco Abernathy.

He moaned as she stroked him using both hands to do so. Molly sank to her knees and still using both hands lifted him to her wide-open mouth.

I began praying that one or more cameras were getting this in close-up.

It was at this point that Tucker took control of matters, gently holding her head while guiding her mouth back and forth on his shimmering saliva covered cockhead.

I realized that Molly would be unable to fellate him with any sense of success, at least from a photographic viewpoint and broke the silence on the set by yelling, "Tucker, just fuck her!"

Thus bestowing on him the nickname that would follow him for years: Tucker the Fucker.

Proving himself a pro in the porno genre, Tucker took control, easing Molly to an all fours position then hiking her dress up and pulling her thong to one side before wetting his fingers and applying them to her pussy opening.

"Are you wet enough?" he inquired gently.

"I ... yes, I guess so," Molly answered.

He mounted her doggy-style and apparently entered her with an ease no one watching expected.

Glancing over at Elaine, I saw her unabashedly masturbating, uncaring that others were alternating their view from her to Molly and Tucker and back again.

It was at this juncture that Tucker took over. With a loud grunt he drove his monstrous cock into Molly's deepest recesses-- withdrew it until only the tip remained lodged inside her -- then rammed it back. Molly shuddered, moaned and obviously came. 

But he was only preparing her for what was to come. He repeated the slow in and out twice more. Later he confided to me that he was, "Loosening her up." But then he resorted to a faster pummeling of her loins, with Molly quivering and quaking with each hammering thrust. No one knew just how many orgasms Molly had during this fantastic fuck. No one actually cared, but everyone knew that she was coming almost constantly before he ended things by pulling out while she slid slowly to the floor in a dead faint, shaking convulsively as her orgasm continued.

I had the cameras on Molly until she struggled to her knees and Tucker helped her to her feet. Only then did I risk halting the filming. What we had was hot ... so hot I couldn't wait to see how it came out on film. Molly needed five minutes before her legs stopped shaking. With her approval, we resumed shooting and had the couple repair their clothing and kiss one another farewell, with Molly returning to the wedding reception and Tucker going off in another direction.

"Wow, that worked for me," Sigourney said.

I agreed, but added that Demetri might want to add more detail to their coupling behind the open door. To my surprise, everyone, including Demetri disagreed with me.

"You know," he said, "I was thinking of ending it with her apologizing to her husband or boyfriend for being gone so long, and when he accepted her apology, she would suggest it might be time for them to think about getting married. But after seeing them together that would ruin the great fuck for the viewers. I'd leave it just where it is, going their separate ways."

We discussed his suggestion and eventually agreed with him, and that's how the scene wound up. I had a cup of coffee, hoping my erection might subside before addressing the crew concerning the remainder of the shoot the following day when I noticed Elaine was missing.

"She's probably fucking Tucker," Sigourney whispered. "I saw her take his arm and steer him into the other bedroom."

She was. One of them had made a pit stop in the kitchen first because they had a bowl filled, or almost filled, with ice cubes. Elaine hadn't bothered removing her clothing, her pantyhose dangled from her left leg and she was trying to shake it off but was paying more attention to Tucker's dick, which she had planted firmly in her mouth.

I had to give her credit, she was able to take much more than Molly had, and that was a fact readily evident to both Sigourney and me.

And with my eyes glued to the couple on the bed I vaguely heard Sigourney whisper, "I love watching other people having sex. I'm such a huge voyeur I think I'd rather watch than actually do it—almost."

My hand involuntarily squeezed her gluteus maximus causing her to moan softly in the dimly lit bedroom. Neither of the two on the bed appeared to have heard her, for Tucker was asking Elaine if she could take one more.

One more what? I wondered. Only to have Sigourney hiss in my ear: "He's sticking ice up her pussy! My God, why didn't I ever think of it?"

"Ohhh, shit ... I ... I ... oh, fuck, yeah baby!"

Tucker noticed us standing there and smirked, then winked at Sigourney just before running his tongue the length of Elaine's cunt lapping up her juices and remnants of ice water. 

Elaine's hips bucked as he added another fresh cube to her twat and closed his mouth over her genitals while alternating between sucking the ice cube and using his index finger on her rectum.

"Yeah, baby, do me good!" she hissed before taking him back into her mouth and sucking voraciously.

Tucker abandoned her cunt and let a long string of saliva trickle down on her asshole.

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" Elaine moaned. The m

oan segued into a loud bellow the moment Tucker sent his finger into her ass and almost immediately added a second.

"Please don't!"

"Please don't what?"

"Please don't put that tool in me back there!"

"You'd be surprised at what your backside can take," Tucker said.

"I ... I want you ... but not back there. Feed it to my snatch. I can take it there. I know I can."

"It's up to you Sweetheart."

"Oh, thank God. For a while there I thought..."

"Want to try something a little different?" 

Tucker asked.

"Like what?" Elaine replied cautiously. 

"Like this," he said inserting one or two ice cubes into her pussy and followed that by putting his huge cock at her entrance and forcing the ice deep inside her as he entered her and began fucking.

"Oh, FUCK! That's ... that's crazy!" Elaine howled as she arched her back and began to buck her hips in response to his thrusts.

Sigourney and I watched frozen in place as Tucker slammed his chilled cock into Elaine's cold, yet fiery hot cunt.

"Oh, yeah," he bellowed, "You feel so fucking good!"

Elaine's head was thrown back as she welcomed him. It was apparent the ice had already melted when she wrapped her long legs around Tucker and together they intensified their fucking.

"YES!" she whimpered as her climax reached its peak. Her fingers flew over his hips, ass, back, until leaving his body completely only to settle in the hair on his head.

"YES!" she crowed again, only to moan with despair as Tucker pulled out and erupted over her breasts, giving her the pearl necklace that Aubrey had been thinking about including in one of his future scenes. Now he knew he would do so, and at the earliest opportunity.




Handsome Ch. 33



Sigourney tried to stifle a low moan that came right out of her cunt the moment Tucker reentered Elaine and renewed his thrusting, bringing her to another almost instant climax.

I timed him. He kept pumping into her for another six minutes at a high speed before groaning and rolling away from her. He was still hard, or seemed to be. I was more than impressed with his size and stamina.

So were Elaine and Sigourney. Both descended upon him like vultures, licking and sucking his cock and balls. I stood by watching until Tucker, tiring of their ministrations, playfully shoved the two women away from him and got up from the bed.

Then Sigourney surprised me by lapping up most of his sperm that coated Elaine's breasts and using her index finger, scooped up some to share with Elaine, who readily accepted all she had to offer.

"You can fuck 'em both, you want," he told me as he shoveled his huge dick back into his slacks, patted it down along his thigh and walked out.

I didn't even know if we had a phone number to contact him with.

Sigourney did, she was very through that way.

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Sigourney invited Elaine to return to her place with us and she gladly accepted. Twenty minutes later Sigourney, naked to the waist, was standing and openly rubbing her crotch through the blue panties she had on while staring with a lost look at Elaine's ass.

I had my cock out, stroking it and hoping that Tucker's monstrous size wouldn't cause the ladies to snicker at my seemingly meager offering. Hell, I did have an erection that measured a tad over nine inches, but after seeing Tucker ... my so-called confidence had taken a telling blow.

Well, maybe not. Elaine's face was contorted with lust and she was licking her lips and staring in open mouthed wonder at my dick. Not wanting to disappoint her, I moved to her, swaying from side to side. In my mind I pictured myself a cobra about to dart at my intended victim. I have no clear idea what Elaine was thinking. Reaching her, I gently turned her around and pressed my hardon against her nubile ass. I was pleased no end when she swayed along with me, maintaining the contact between our bodies.

The next few minutes were lost in a kind of erotic tango, as Elaine slowly removed her clothing, letting each item drop to her feet revealing her totally naked body, glistening with sweat.

I had one of her tits in each hand, twisting her sweet little nipples and pressing my dick into the cleft of her ass. Instinctively I knew she would allow me to fuck her ass. I was both pleased and pissed at this, for she had been terrified of Tucker putting his beer can thick dick there, but appeared willing enough to let me in.

But my ego isn't that big; I got over it quickly enough and slid my hand across her stomach and down to her slick pussy and slipped a finger inside as a high-pitched sigh escaped her lips.

Sigourney was leaning against the wall playing with herself, her sweet face a mass of ecstasy. 

I began licking and kissing Elaine's head while picking up the pace on her cunt. After poking my tongue into her ear, I felt her hips contract and suddenly she was thrashing in something like a panic, she began to wail: "No, stop! Wait! Wait!"

Her ass was pulled tight against me on the left side of my dick. I kept my fingers moving inside her reveling in the tremors her cunt was delivering to them with every touch to her inner flesh.

"OH, NO!" she cried out involuntarily. It was a long, mournful high-pitched cry followed almost instantly by an upward lunge of her hips, and then my penetrating fingers were flooded with liquid. I mean a huge amount of secretion exploded from her cunt covering my hand and wrist and saturating the sheets on the bed.

Yet for some reason I felt compelled to keep at her and so I pounded my fingers into her in much the same fashion as if I were jerking myself off and nearing ejaculation.

Moments later her cunt was all frothy liquid that quickly turned to a sticky, creamy-bubbled jell-like substance.

Elaine was babbling, "Oh, God!" over and over. Sigourney watched us, wide-eyed, but continued with her own masturbation.

My fingers slowed and Elaine apparently ceased her ejaculation, at least for the present. She had fallen limp against my body and I repositioned her so that she lay on her back with her feet dangling off the edge of the bed with her toes barely touching the floor.

Motioning to Sigourney, I said, "Get over here. Join us."

My voice catapulted her into action. She moved cat-like to the bed and stopped, as if waiting for my next command.

"Start frigging her, then eat her out," I said, feeding my erection to Elaine's open mouth. She accepted me, although I wasn't sure if she was completely aware of what she was doing. It was evident that she was in some type sexual torpor from her orgasm, but her tongue was functioning as well as could be expected, and I left it at that for the time being.

Moments later, Sigourney had her tongue stabbing in and out of Elaine's pussy, and with her other hand was working a finger into her asshole. I was wondering if she was having any success when I felt Elaine's mouth tighten around my dick, forming an impenetrable seal.

"Yeah, suck it!" I moaned, and she did, coughing as my length continued slithering down her throat until at least half of my dick was firmly lodged against her tonsils. A feeling of true nastiness came over me and I took my dick from her mouth and tapped it against her nose.

She whimpered, whether it was the loss of my dick in her mouth, or if I had hit her nose a little too hard I didn't know, and would never know. My cock was coated with her saliva and I rubbed it over her eyes (which were closed) her cheeks and her chin, before prodding her lips to gain reentry to her lovely mouth. She accepted me willingly and from the slurpy sounds coming from the edge of the bed, I knew Sigourney was not long from bringing Elaine off again.

Elaine now had her hands on me. Actually one cupped my balls, the other held my dick so that it wouldn't fall out of her mouth as she sucked voraciously on my love stick.

The grunts and groans of both women were comingled until Elaine began her ride to heaven on Sigourney's tongue. Then it became one long cry of ecstasy from Elaine. My dick slapped against her face, but she ignored it, and I decided to wait until Sigourney finished her off before trying to fuck one of them.

Elaine lay huffing on the bed while Sigourney and I removed the rest of her clothing; blouse, bra and skirt. Laughing lewdly, Sigourney told me to put her shoes back on, which I did.

I took a moment to inspect Elaine's tits; they were gorgeous, grapefruit sized boobs, symmetrical and perky, with large pale areola and little upturned nipples. 

Siggy contemptuously flicked one of her nipples with her middle finger causing me to flinch involuntarily.

Siggy brought her toy chest out of the bedroom closet. She selected one, a red silicone vaguely penis-shaped number, and started it vibrating.

"Here you go Sugarplum," She cooed, rubbing the end of the buzzing vibrator up and down Elaine's pouting slit, "Open wide!"

I had the perfect view as she slid the toy straight up Elaine's wet pussy. Her cunt devoured the toy as if it had been starved for a month. Besides that, her pussy was leaking like a faucet.

"Now then," Sigourney went on, selecting a large chrome butt-plug out of the box, "Do you take it in the ass?"

Elaine wasn't quite with it, and answered sluggishly, "Um ... okay, I guess."

Sigourney was slathering the metallic toy in lube. "Well, after I open you up, Bree here is going to fuck your tight little ass. Now turn over for me."

Elaine sighed, "Mmmm," and rolled over. Siggy spread her cheeks apart and ran the tip of the toy up and down her butt-crack, finally pressing it up against her crinkled little asshole.

"Um," Elaine murmured nervously, "Is it going to fit?"

Siggy did something I never would have, at least not until that moment; she grabbed a fistful of Elaine's hair then jammed the butt-plug straight up her ass. The red vibrator threatened to pop right out of Elaine's cunt.

"Whoa! What the fuck?" Elaine snorted as she reached between her legs and hurriedly slid the vibrator back inside her twat.

"Ever been doubled before, Elaine?"

"No ... but how are you..."

"Not to worry, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Sigourney purred.

I looked at Siggy and saw she had three fingers up her own juicy pussy, and was rubbing her clit delightedly.

Elaine was resting on her belly when I knelt over her. I had one hand under her pelvis, where my fingers started playing with her horny little clit; the other hand grasped the dildo in her asshole.

I fucked her ass hard with the dildo, harder than I would have thought possible, and let her slippery clit just glide all over my fingers. Elaine buried her face in a pillow and came and came, like a runaway freight train on a steep downhill grade.

My fingers were totally coated in her come, stuck together and dripping off me as I positioned myself between Elaine's spread cheeks and aimed my raging cock at its target. I nudged forward and she hunched back and like magic my cock I was into her asshole.

It felt so good! I couldn't believe how hot she was inside. Elaine out loud and began to gyrate her hips. Her ass fit my cock like a glove. It was so hot, so slippery, and so tight in there that I couldn't move for a second, because I knew if I moved the tiniest bit, I was going to come right away.

But when Sigourney wormed her way under Elaine's body and started to lick her cunt I came anyway, firing a giant jet of semen across Elaine's back, and then I lost my balance and fell sideways landing alongside Elaine, creaming her ear, hair and forehead with the remainder of my ejaculate.

I rubbed my softening dick against Sigourney's face, and a moment later, let if flop onto Elaine's extended tongue. She gave several energetic sucks then offered me to Siggy's guppied lips, and they took turns sharing me and tonguing one another until I tired of all the play and rolled away from them and ran into the shower.

________________________________________

The following day I received a letter that changed the course of my life.

It was from my attorney, Julius Baxter, my Aunt Nicole's husband, whom I trusted implicitly.

Dear Aubrey,

I have received an offer from Mr. Howard Keller of Silicon Valley Productions with whom you have an arrangement that will end after your submit your next film. In my opinion, the offer is a remarkable one in that it offers you a partnership in a new endeavor he will be undertaking within the next three months.

Mr. Keller is going into the erotic film production in an even bigger way. He feels that this industry is about to explode with the public abandoning the X-Rated theatre concept in favor of viewing videos in the privacy of their own homes. He also feels that you are essential to its success, ergo his most generous offer, which I shall elaborate on later in this document.

Part of what he intends doing is to acquire several DVD manufactures and thereby corner said market which is considered essential in marketing the erotic films being shoot in California at the moment. Rest assured he HAS the capital to accomplish this. Moreover, your films have met with unprecedented success thus far, and that does not include the International releases which will begin later this month. 

What Mr. Keller wants is for you to oversee the entire production of erotic film production for his firm, and in return he will make you a full partner at a salary of $450,000 for the balance of this year, and thereafter either 40% of total gross after expenses, or $1,500,000, whichever is higher for the next four years.

I realize that you are engaged in obtaining an education at the University of Cincinnati, but this is most certainly the offer of a lifetime. I have, along with two of my partners, scrutinized the contract enclosed with this letter, and find it lacking in any chicanery normally found in such documents. It is clear, concise and leaves no doubt as to what he means and what he is willing to pay you for your services.

I have also run this by my wife, Nicole, whom I believe you trust. Call her before making any decision on the matter. When you have made your decision, please call me and I will let Mr. Keller know what it is. Do not sign the contract until we have spoken about your decision. 

If you're inclined to accept this offer, but have concerns about some, or all those currently in your employ, I would ask that you remember that you will be in charge of production and therefore be in the position of hiring and firing personnel involved in the production of the firms film making. Bring any essential personnel with you in order that you can hit the ground running. Cordially yours, Julius Baxter, Attorney at Law

I spoke with Sigourney first. She was elated and never hesitated, "I'll go with you if you want me," she said.

That was all I needed to hear. We made love and then lying on the very rumpled sheets, I called my Aunt Nicole.

She confirmed everything the letter said. More importantly to me, she assured me that my mother would agree with my dropping out of school to take advantage of the offer. 

When I protested, saying that my mother had no idea what I was doing, Nicole interrupted me to say, "She certainly does. I told her. I had too once you were arrested. You should know that while she doesn't approve, she's certainly proud of you and what you've accomplished at such a young age.

"Go west, Aubrey. Make your fortune. But always remember me and the great times we had together."

I was crying by the time we ended the call. I called Julius next, as he was still in his office. 

"I accept the terms and conditions, and unless you've had something new occur to you, I'll sign the contract."

"Nothing new on that count, Aubrey; you sign it and then express it back to me. I'll see that Keller gets it. You can pick up a plane ticket at the Cincinnati airport. It's in your name."

I made no mention of Sigourney's accompanying me. I could buy her ticket and get adjoining seats at the ticket counter.

Siggy and I made love again after the calls, and planned on how we'd finish the current production and which members of the crew we'd ask to come to California with us.

Four weeks later we were on a sumptuous set in Silicon Valley, no one else came with us, but Wilbur and Ursula joined us several months later after finishing out the semester at UC. Mr. Keller proved to be a man of his word. I took home $3,450,000 the second year and have been on a roll ever since. 

We're now partners in an X-rated cable station that surpasses Playboy in viewers, essentially because we bought out the rights to many films shot in the 70's and early eighties so that our films are constantly changing and not running over and over again like so many of the others, and because we have the extensive library, we now lease some films to our completion – after we've shown them at least five times.

Siggy and I got married last month and are expecting our first child in three months. Things are good. No, things are great!

The End



Handsome



"You do it," Andy said to me.

I blanched. Not at the thought of going down on Karen; I had already done so and found it to be fine. Actually, more than fine; I had thoroughly enjoyed it, especially the part where she started to shiver and shake and was looking forward to tasting her again. What gave me pause was putting on a performance in front of the guys and then having them run off, heaping ridicule on me later on.

Karen was two steps ahead of me, and came to my rescue. "You first Andy; you eat me, then I'll do you. Then it will be Matt's turn, and so on."

I thought they'd never agree, but Karen moved them to the next level by raising her dress up, and exposing her panties to them. The opportunity to see her naked, to have her suck them off, a first for both of them, was too good to pass up.

"I'll do it!" Matt blurted.

"Me too!" Andy said a second later, and it was settled.

Karen relieved Matt of the blanket he held under his arm, and spread it out under a large oak. Then she crooked a finger in a come-hither sign, hoisted her dress over her head, and tossed it off to the side.

Matt moved to join her. He appeared to be in a trance as he moved to her side. Karen lay down and wriggled out of her panties. When she parted her legs all three of us stared at her pussy.

"Jesus!" Andy said and made the sign of the cross on his forehead.

"I don't believe this is happening," Matt said, "Can I fuck you first?"

"No! No one fucks me. I'll leave first," Karen said forcefully enough to dampen any thoughts of actually sticking our dicks in her.

"Aubrey?" She almost sobbed.

"Yes?"

"Promise me once we start, no one, including you, sticks his thing in me?"

"I promise, Karen. I swear to God, no one will... um, stick it in ya."

"All right then," she sighed and lay back down, spreading her legs again.

Matt quickly dropped to his knees and moved between her thighs. "What... what do I do?" he asked, obviously needing directions.

She spread her pussy apart with her fingers. "Lick me here for starters," she said with a wicked anticipatory smile.

Matt, by this time thoroughly mesmerized by her open hole, seemed to forget about Andy and me for the moment, and tentatively gave her coral colored opening a gentle lick, then quickly recoiled in disgust. "Yuck!" he cried out.

"What's the matter?" Karen asked with concern.

"I... I don't know," he answered.

"C'mon, Matt," I said, "it doesn't smell and it won't bite you. You're fine with Karen sucking you, so what's wrong with returning the favor?"

"Um, I don't know," he said, as fear of the unknown seeped from his mouth.

"Does it taste bad?" I asked, knowing that it did not.

"Um, no..." he agreed after a few seconds.

"Don't tell me she smells," I said accusingly.

Matt had no viable answer and had now returned to hover over her crotch.

"Then get on with it," I said, "Me and Andy are waiting. We don't have all afternoon, and remember Karen here has to do all three of us."

That seemed to break him out of whatever daze he was in, and he lowered his head to her and started licking.

A moment later, Andy and I heard her moan with pleasure. And as her hands went to hold his head, we nervously glanced at each other; and without further ado, dropped our jeans, held our cocks in our hands, and then started to jerk ourselves off.

I should point out that we had never, ever done this before. I mean jerking off in front of one another. Of course we had all been jerking off in private forever, or so it seemed. Even so, I was surprised by the lack of embarrassment between us. I caught Andy giving my cock furtive looks, and only when I noted the difference in our respective sizes did I come to realize that my endowment was significantly more than his. I made a note to check Matt out when the opportunity presented itself.

I looked on with interest, as Matt continued lapping away at Karen; saw her guide his mouth to her clit as she had with me the day before; and heard her gasping for breath as he brought her to a roaring climax.

A few minutes passed before Karen was ready to do Matt. While we waited, I told Matt to undress and lie down on his back. When he was lying prone on the blanket, Karen knelt at his side and, after lifting her hair away from her face, nipped lightly at the head of his dick.

Matt's dick was bigger than Andy's, but not even close to mine and I wondered at the disparity and took comfort in my larger size. Meanwhile Karen proceeded much as she had with me the day before, licking up and down his shaft, paying particular attention to the underside of his cockhead. Matt obviously enjoyed that more than anything else, and so Karen spent more time there.

She took him from her mouth and instructed him to tell her when he was going to come. Then she gobbled him into her mouth, and began sucking furiously. Matt grunted twice, and she pulled him from her mouth, and we watched as he shot his load into the air, only to have it all land on his stomach and genitals.

"Next?" Karen called out matter-of-factly.

I nudged Andy forward as Matt climbed to his feet. Matt was staring at the jizm covering his midsection, wondering how to rid himself of it. I handed him his shirt, and he methodically wiped himself clean. I turned my attention to Andy, who was already kissing and licking Karen's pussy with wild abandon. He was into it big time, and Karen's moans indicated that she appreciated the attention he was giving to her twat.

My attention was focused on Karen's crotch -- Andy's mouth licking and sucking away at it and noted Karen's finger darting down to her clit, which she began rubbing furiously.

Moments later, she began heaving her hips into Andy's face as her climax arrived. Her fingers were a blur as the first sounds of her orgasm roared from her lips.

"Yes! Oh, yes! There, right there, Oh yes! Oh God... YES!

To my surprise, Andy maneuvered himself so that his dick was dangling just above her mouth and his mouth was still within easy tonguing range of her twat. 

This was my first view of a couple engaged in what I would later call the "69" position. Karen, opening her eyes, saw him jutting out inches from her lips, and grasping his member with her small hand, brought his cock to her mouth and began blowing him as he continued to eat her to another orgasm.

I came then, spurting an unbelievable distance, perhaps five feet, or so and lost track of what was going on around me for a short time. When I returned to the real world, Karen was spitting out Andy's load, and Andy lay prone on his back, breathing heavily.

Karen looked at me then, her doe-like eyes beckoning me to her. "I... um, just came," I said, sheepishly.

"Me too," she grinned, letting some semen roll from her mouth to her chin, before absentmindedly wiping it away with her hand. "But I wouldn't mind cumming again," she grinned, wickedly.

While I stood there, woodenly looking at her, Matt moved to her side, and after taking a leisurely look at her privates, sent an exploratory finger into her cunt.

"Careful," was all she said. The expression on her face told me that she was enjoying it immensely.

Matt's finger moved slowly, guardedly, in and out, and sure enough, Karen began to grunt her way into yet another climax. He tried to add another finger, but she reached down and put a halt to it. Matt acquiesced to her, curling the one finger remaining inside her and inadvertently found her g-spot. None of us knew this of course, but from what followed I knew it must have been what happened.

Karen grunted twice and then shook uncontrollably, as a huge orgasm smashed into her from that additional stimulation. After the sudden upheaval, she lay there, breathing heavily, shuddering, for several minutes, until finally recovering her voice.

"My God..." she stammered. "I never imagined it could feel that way. That was unbelievable, really unbelievable."

"My turn," I said after what I thought a decent interval.

"No way," Karen said. "I mean, I'm kinda sore down there, you know?"

Andy chimed in with, "Yeah, me too. My dick hurts, you know?"

"Mine don't," Matt said.

"Mine neither," I added.

"Well, my pussy's sore, and I've really had enough for one day," Karen said with enough finality to quell Matt's and my desires. "But I'll blow you, Aubrey, so's all three of you will have gotten one. I think that's fair."

I dropped my jeans around my ankles, and knelt in front of her. Karen took me into her mouth and began to suck, and gradually my dick swelled to full size. When she started to rub my balls, I yelped in surprise, thinking that the flash of pain was coming. Instead I felt a thrilling tingle and began to moan. This caused her to continue with what were her initial experiments with a boy's cock and balls. To my surprise, Karen reached out and grabbed Andy's dick, and started jerking him off.

Having come minutes earlier, I was not about to unload for a while yet, and Karen, ever the trooper, really got into the blowjob, tonguing my entire glands, and kissing and stroking the shaft.

Matt was jerking off as he watched from several feet away. I cautioned both of them not to cum on either of us, or I'd beat the shit out of them. 

The threat worked, and they didn't spurt anywhere near us when they eventually got off.

As time passed, Karen got hotter and started to rub her pussy. Soon she was rubbing harder and faster. Of course, I had no complaints here, because she was also sucking me harder and faster, and I felt the beginnings of my orgasm stirring in my balls.

I came in her mouth and she swallowed most of it, only a small trickle oozed from her mouth. When I pointed it out to her, she giggled, and using her index finger, scooped it up and placed it on her tongue.

"You have the sweetest taste to yours," she said, unashamedly. "Matt's is too salty, and Andy's is... well, all right I guess, but nowhere as nice as yours."

We all straightened out our clothing, checking for cum stains - there were none - and Andy and Matt made some excuse and left Karen and me alone in the woods.

"Well," I said, "was it as bad as you thought it was going to be?"

"No," Karen replied.

"Good, tomorrow then?" I said hopefully.

"No," she said again.

"Why not?"

"I wanted to be with you, only you. You brought two guys out here. I had no choice but to blow them. I didn't want to. Do you understand? I didn't want to."

"So why did you?" I asked getting a little miffed at her response.

"Cause if I didn't, you would have raped me, that's why."

"No, we wouldn't," I said, this time my words were more defensive than angry.

"Oh, you would have fought Matt and Andy to save my cherry?"

"Maybe," I said, weakly, knowing in my heart that I wouldn't have fought them at all.

"That's why I agreed to blow all of you. That's why I never want to see you again. And keep what happened here quiet. If I hear any talk about me being an easy lay or something, I'll tell the principal that you all raped me."

"What! We did no such thing!"

"Don't matter. That's what I'll tell them. It'll be my word against yours. Who do you think they'll believe?"

"All right," I conceded. "I'll talk with Matt and Andy. I promise I'll never say a word about us. I can't promise for them."

"I believe you," Karen said. "So if word gets out, I'll only say it was the two of them."

The relief was evident on my face, and Karen saw it.

"Of course, I could change my mind on that. You better convince them to keep it to themselves."

With those words ringing in my ears, Karen turned on her heel and walked away. I don't believe we ever spoke a word to one another after that. We did nod on those occasions when our paths crossed, as in church, or later at a mutual friend's wedding, but we never uttered a word to one another.

So I learned an important lesson then and there, and from that moment on I kept my mouth shut when it came to sexual conquests. Doing so would help me a great deal later on in life.