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Briget Ch. 01

By: velvethammer



It was 1985; the end of the "bareback era". Sex was good and condoms were only for birth control. Couldn't do any of this now. Don't even try it. But have fun thinking about it. 

**

Brian came to visit at the end of final exams. He arrived on a Friday morning and I was bagged from studying all night. I had an exam at one in the afternoon. He buzzed into my off-campus apartment and I let him in.

He had traveled forty-five hours, all the way from Salt Lake on the bus so he was in rough shape. He staggered past me into the living room, and throwing his bags on the floor, collapsed on the sofa. I went to the fridge in the kitchen came back with a beer. He popped the tab and swallowed nearly all of it.

"Enjoy your breakfast," I said and sat on the floor and picked up the remote. I was flicking through the early morning TV crap and I heard him digging in his backpack. A magazine landed on the floor beside me. A real nice pair of tits stared back at me from the cover. Brian was smirking back when I looked at him. I put down the remote and started thumbing through the mag. 

"Good thing I had the back seat to myself, Denny-man, and too bad there was no one there to help me," he said. I could picture him quietly jacking himself off in the back of a lonely Greyhound and I started to get hard. There were some really nice shots in the mag; couples, singles and oh yeah, trios. I was starting to get even harder- my cock rising in my sweat pants. I had to adjust it. 

Brian swung off the couch and went to the kitchen. He came back with another beer and sat on the floor beside me. It was going to be that way, I thought, and my heart jumped. We had known each other since the first week of college and we had become really good friends. Then at his quiet suggestion, we had taken to getting each other off, on the rare occasions there were no women available, or at least women available to him. 

The first time was after a wild and drunken party. He jerked me off in my dorm room and I returned the favor. The next time we traded quick blowjobs. The third time we admitted that we both enjoyed it and took our time. Then before the start of the year, he dropped out and moved out of state. And now he came back to visit. We had many of friends in common but I had a pull out couch that was comfortable. 

He put his hand on my thigh and slowly ran it up to lightly cup my balls. I spread my legs for better access. I could remember the first time he did that. Then his hand began stroking my average-sized cock through the material of my sweats. I had not stopped leafing through the magazine. There was a boy-girl-boy that was very well done. Suddenly my cock was hard and out in the open and he bent down to kiss it. He took most of it in his mouth, which was cool and wet from the beer.

He took the mag away, its work done, and dropped it off to the side. I put a hand on his head, running down his neck, over his shirt all the way to his lower back. I brought my hand back as he sucked me, bringing his t-shirt with me; able now to rub my hand on bare skin. He moaned at the contact and that sent a shiver through me, too. I lay back on the rug between the couch and coffee table and he pulled my sweats all the way off. When he bent back down I pulled off his t-shirt. I rubbed his shoulders as he gave great head; jerking me while he licked and sucked and he had me cumming in no time. He only swallowed the first shot and left the rest to run over his hand and pool on my belly. He wiped his wet hand on my chest and reached for his beer. Without a word he got up and tossed my sweats over my wilting cock so I'd have something to wipe myself with. He got up and adjusted the bulge in his pants and smiled.

"Thanks for letting me crash here." 

I said it was no problem and he kicked off his shoes and asked if he could use the shower. I told him that he didn't have to ask.

**

I figured that he'd be done his second beer by the time he was done washing his hair so I stepped into the steaming bathroom a few minutes later to hand him his third. I pulled back the tub's curtain and he was leaning against the wall, stroking himself. He had a very impressive cock, about an inch and a half both longer and thicker than mine. It could have made me insecure, but it only made me more horny. He looked up, and kind of embarrassed, asked if I wanted anything. I handed him the beer and he thanked me and took a long swallow. I stepped back for a moment, unsure. My cock was starting to get hard again and I gave it a stroke to get it all the way hard. Then I stepped in the shower. 

His back was toward me and he was washing his chest facing the spray. Moving behind him, I reached around and took the soap and continued what he had started. I was close and my cock was bumping his ass cheeks as he stood there. He reached back and started stroking me. My soapy hand started doing the same to his cock and he put down the beer. He put his free hand up and leaned against the wall. The hot water was cascading between the two of us. I put the soap down and rinsed him clean. "Turn around," I said.

He turned, and I was on my knees. I took hold of his cock and brought him toward me and took him into my mouth. His back shielded the spray of the water and I didn't have to worry about that. I wrapped a fist and mouth around him. He put a foot on the edge of the tub and held onto the curtain rod and started fucking my mouth. I just let him go. I reached a hand toward his ass and he told me to stop. He wasn't that much for assplay. Neither was I for that matter, so I just concentrated on sucking him like he had sucked me. I wasn't one for 'communicating' during sex. Where I was more or less silent when I came, Brian started talking a breathy, guttural blue streak. It was great- "Fuck that's great, oh suck me Denny, that feels so good oh fuck oh fuck, FUCK!"

And he came like a son of a bitch. I was trying not to scrape that big cock with my teeth while he rammed his ass back and forth, and trying to keep swallowing all the cum he gave me. One of his hands was on the back of my head while the other held onto the curtain rod. His hips slowed down and stopped. Then he did something that he never ever did before. He reached down and grabbed me under the armpits and lifted me up to him. He looked into my eyes for an instant and then he leaned in and kissed me. He pulled me close and drove his tongue into my mouth. It was the first time I had ever kissed another guy and though I had thought about it from time to time, this blew every fantasy out of the water. The only weird part was the morning stubble of our beards, but what the fuck. It was great. 

He groaned as he searched out the mother lode of cum that I hadn't swallowed, and he gently swabbed it out. It was so hot and so unexpected. My cock had fallen a bit while I was doing him but now it was full hard again. I leaned him against the wall and pressed into him, my rock hard cock between us, kissing him deeply and moaning. 

After a moment he leaned back. "Don't you have a final in a few hours?"

"Yeah..."

"Then you better get going. We have a whole week."

He was right. I hated it when he was right. 

**

When I got out of the bedroom fully dressed, Brian was on the couch again with just a towel wrapped around his waist. His curly black hair was slicked back. He had shaved and looked like a new man. He smiled and held up a joint that he had just finished rolling.

"This'll help." He lit it up and took a deep drag. He offered it to me as I passed by to grab my book bag. I took a small hit and passed it back. I started getting my coat and stuff together. He took another hit and leaned back. "So, Denny-man, you get laid lately?" I figured that he meant by a girl. 

"No, been too busy with school. Work."

"We'll fix that. We'll go out tonight and find a few ladies and bang 'em all night."

I didn't doubt him. The guy was a fucking chick magnet. I hadn't been laid for a while because I had been busy and besides that had a hard time talking to girls and as always, my best chance had to be taking whatever was left in his wake. But it was better than jerking off.

He said he had some things to do later, so in case he left the apartment, I told him to be sure to flip the lock on his way out. He said he would meet me at the Union for a beer after my exam. I said I'd get another key made for him later so he didn't have to be with me to get back in. Then I went to take my last test of the semester.

**

I finished the exam and went to Bookstore to get a key cut, then I went to the Uni for a beer and a burger. I had a couple of beer and waited for Brian. I had one more and then figured he had fallen asleep on the couch. I went to the phones in the lobby and called my place. The answering machine told me no one was home. I had one of those machines that let you hear the message as it was being recorded. So I told him to pick up the fucking phone or get down here or risk being locked out if I never made it home. I was well on the way to being pissed so I sort of rambled. When I hung up and turned around Little Eva was standing there laughing at me. 

Eva was about five foot fuck all. She was a former gymnast and looked like the cutest Keebler Elf on the tree. We had hung around and partied a bit in large groups and though she had a reputation as a good fuck, you sure couldn't have proved it by me. I was emboldened by drink. "What are you laughing at?"

She shrugged, still laughing. "You just sounded weird talking like that on the phone. That's all." I didn't know how to respond. Part of being such a stump when it came to the ladies. "You done?" she asked.

"What do you mean, with the phone? Yeah, I'm done..." I stepped out the way to let her make her call. As she brushed by me there was a faint lemon scent; it reminded me of the first girl I had sex with in high school. Without thinking I blurted out, "You smell great, Eva." 

She smiled sweetly and said thank you. I went back to the bar feeling like a total dork. A few minutes later she came and sat on the barstool beside me. "So, are you done?" I looked at her. I thought she had just asked this question. "Exams?"

Oh, exams. "Yeah, I had my last one this morning."

"Cool. Because Sheryl and I and are having a party at our place tonight, and, uh... I was wondering if you'd like to come."

"You're kidding." She shook her head, no. "Yeah I'd love to!" 

She smiled again, broader and sweeter and said, "Great! We live in the Hermitage Apartments and just buzz 309 or 410. Either'll get you in." She slid off the stool and said she'd see me later.

"What time?"

"Anytime after eight. See ya."

She left and I wondered if this was going to be my night to bounce around the mats with the little gymnast. It wasn't bloody likely but it was a pleasant thought.

**

I got back to my place around three in the afternoon and true to form, there was no sign of Brian. No note saying where he was; nothing. But his bags had been pushed against the wall near the TV and the skin mag sat on the coffee table beside three nicely rolled joints. The dishes were done and the beer cans were in the garbage. He was a great guest.

I figured he'd call and I thought I'd have a nap before I got ready for the party. I was tempted to jerk off, but I didn't, in case something happened later. I woke at about six-thirty and had another shower and fixed some pasta for supper. I had another beer (hey, I was done finals and in party-mode) and got dressed. I made the effort to do it right.

I had lived an ordered life. I grew up and went to church and honored my parents. I got good grades and had sex with one girl in high school, one girl in my sophomore year and a handjob from a girl at the beginning of this semester. I always tried to treat women with respect. I was a good boy on my way to a University degree. Other than the escapades with Brian I was unremarkable in almost every sense of the word. (I was worried that I was going to turn gay, but knew that I still lusted after women, so I was safe there.) I smoked half a pack of Camels a day and the occasional reefer. I drank beer but preferred wine at parties. I liked my apartment and I kept it clean. I was a bit of a neat-freak and I liked to look good when I went out. It didn't always help, especially if you had a stone tongue with the ladies. 

**

Eva and Sheryl's apartment block was in walking distance but I went out of my way to pick up a couple nice bottles of wine from the store down the street. It was just after eight-thirty when I rang the buzzer for Eva's apartment and when no one answered for the longest time I figured I was early. I was just about to buzz Sheryl when Eva came on the line and buzzed me in.

When I got to her apartment all seemed quiet, but I could hear a ruckus from one floor up. Eva opened the door looking like a dream, a little blonde pixie. She smiled a mile wide and held the door open. She was wearing a clingy burgundy velour thing that made her ass look really fine. She didn't have much for breasts or anything but all in all she looked very nice. I followed her in and she was flitting about the apartment, cleaning and straightening. "Lucky you caught me here," she said. "Everyone's upstairs. We're just going to crowd in there instead of splitting the party. You can help me with the beer."

"Wow, you look great," I said.

Her smile brightened. "Well thanks, Denny, so do you!" We looked at each other and I swear something passed between us. She giggled nervously and asked if I had any reefer. I pulled one that Brian had left me out of my pack of Camels. 

We went into her little kitchenette. She took the wine from me and gave me a beer and we lit up the joint. She inhaled and released her breath in a long sigh. We passed the joint back and forth and she looked at me and softly said, "I hate to be forward, Denny, but would you like to fuck?" I wasn't sure I had heard her right. I had taken a deep hit, but the joint was forgotten .She looked worried. I was just stunned. This was going to be a wonderful dream come true. 

"I hope you don't think I'm a slut or anything but you're a nice guy and I like you. And if you don't mind me saying, you do look really good tonight." I was flattered and glad that I took the time. I leaned down and gave her a light kiss. She took the joint from me and gently butted it in an ashtray. The kiss deepened and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I ran my hands over her little bubble ass and she pulled away.

She gave a little gymnast hop and she wrapped her legs around my waist. My hands moved to her little ass to support her and she kissed me again, her little pink tongue darting around all over the inside of my mouth. It was really erotic. She pulled away and whispered in my ear. "The bedroom's back there. Let's go..." I followed the directions.

In the bedroom I laid her on the quilted cover at the end of the bed and leaned in to kiss her. I ran a hand all over her dress and her little tits and she was moaning in my mouth. She reached down and fumbled with my belt. I pulled back and smiled at her. I stood and took off my suit jacket and pulled the shirt off. Both were left in a pile on the floor. She pulled her dress over her breasts and started rubbing them and tweaking her nipples. I kneeled down and she moaned again. I hadn't even done anything yet. 

I'm not claiming to have slept with lots of women but I had read the Hite Report and combined with some experience, well, I worked hard to make sure they had a good time. I really wanted this to be special. I ran my hands up her thighs and peeled her dress upward. She arched her back and I was amazed to see that she didn't have any panties on. Her sparsely haired pussy glistened in the lamplight; it was wet and smelled like heaven. I leaned in and ran my tongue up the length of her sweet slit before I concentrated on her cute little clit. Being a gymnast she was able to spread her legs wider than I thought possible and so I was able to get right in there. I used my thumbs to hold the lips apart while my tongue made love to her pretty little pussy.

It only took a minute to get her to the point where she was writhing and squealing on the bed. In my limited experience, I had never seen a girl with such a hair trigger orgasm. It made me feel like I was really doing a good job. She grabbed my head and twisted her fingers into my hair and pulled my face into her. She was just like Brian, too, cursing and moaning about how good it felt. "Right there, ohh, yeah, fuck Denny suck my clit ohh god, that's it right there..." I looked up and she had her jaw clenched and then her thighs clamped around my head and she started bucking wildly, mewling like a kitten. A word of advice; never get between a gymnast's legs without having a way out. She just about ripped my head off with the force of her cumming. I sucked down all the juice that I could as she relaxed. 

When she settled down and released my head, she looked at me, kind of glassy-eyed and said, "That was great. Stand up." She was all business. When I stood she sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her hand over the bulge in my pants. She finished unbuckling the belt and pulled down my pants. She pulled me in and started licking my cock through the fabric of my boxers. She pulled them down and released it. She pulled my cock into her mouth and she bobbed up and down on it, humming and moaning. I caressed her short blond hair and brought a hand down to caress her little breasts. She still hadn't taken the dress the rest of the way off. I didn't care, I just thought about how fucking lucky I was. From going without sex nearly all semester long to being sucked twice in the space of twelve hours. Go figure.

She put a foot on the part of my pants around my feet and gave me one last lick. "Get up here," she said and I pulled one foot out of the pants and with the other pants leg still wrapped around my foot, I lay back on the bed. She didn't let go of my cock and as soon as I was on my back, she hiked her dress up and poised over top of me rubbing her still damp cunt on the tip of my cock. She took a deep breath as she plunged down on me. I thought I was going to come right there, but I concentrated on making it last. It was so tight! 

Once again she started talking. "Oh yeah just fuck me Denny, you made me cum now you gotta cum too, just fill me with your cum, just fuck me baby fuck me, oh you feel so good in me, you got such a nice cock, oh fuck me baby fuck me..." And on and on like that. Line I said before, I wasn't one for talking dirty during sex or talking dirty at all. But I could see where the attraction came from. I slipped my hands under her dress and held her ass up and drove myself up into her as I felt ready to cum, and I told her so. She opened her eyes wide and said, "Oh yeah, you're gonna cum, I can feel it! Do it, Denny, let me feel it!" and I came and drove into her and froze with my back arched and the both of us moaning real loud.

After we came back to earth, she rolled off and kissed me. "That was great Denny, thanks a lot."

"No, thank you..." I kissed her again and she pulled away. I was still fairly hard and my cock slapped wetly on my belly.

"We gotta get up to the party. My cousin-"

Just then the bedside phone rang. She jumped off the bed and answered it. "Hello?... Yeah, hi!" She looked at me and smiled and mouthed the words "my cousin" to me. She smiled and then mouthed "get dressed" and went back to talking. 

I had a feeling that I was in love with her, but I couldn't help but wonder why I felt like a human dildo.

**

After we cleaned up and dressed we came out of the bedroom. Someone was knocking on the door. It was Eva's cousin Briget. She was almost as tall as me with a fairly nice build and a cute face. She had on a green dress that set off her eyes and accentuated her breasts. She may have been a five or ten pounds overweight but she carried them very well. But her hair... she had thick reddish hair; sort of curly, like Maureen O'Hara in the old movies. Like Maureen O'Hara, she looked as Irish as the day was long. Eva introduced us and we shook hands. Briget was okay, but I still only had eyes for Eva. 


Briget Ch. 01



Briget smirked at her cousin. "So what was taking you so long? You were only getting some beer to bring up." Eva actually blushed. "And you were smoking dope, too? Any left?" I used the excuse to go into the kitchenette and retrieve the roach we left there and grab a beer. I sparked the reefer and brought it in to the girls. By the time we finished they were giggling like kids. I used the bathroom before we got the beer and my wine and headed up to Sheryl's apartment to continue partying.

**

The apartment was packed and the music was loud by the time we got there. Eva had pulled me aside and asked that I keep an eye on her cousin since she didn't know anyone here. I would have rather been with her because I was sure I was falling in love. Maybe I was trying to get in Eva's good books, so I agreed. After I made the rounds and talked to the people I knew there, Briget and I had to find a place to sit and it was damn near impossible. There was a spot on the floor near the bathroom and we ended up sitting there. I grabbed a couple glasses from the kitchen and we split the first bottle of wine. We were starting to get a bit pissed on top of the pot and yet I couldn't take my eyes off Eva. She had about a half dozen guys following her around, flirting and chasing. But I just sat there because I didn't feel like competing. I felt I didn't stand a chance.

We drank wine and we smoked Camels. Joints were passed around and I passed around one of mine. I had come to the conclusion that Briget was a nice girl. Nothing special, nothing wild, and nothing to compare to Eva. Just a nice girl. (Though I admit having taken a discrete peek or two down the cleavage of her dress...) We were roughly the same age. I had gone into College right after high school, while she had decided to take a couple years off before she went back to school. She moved from her hometown and came to the city to work. She wanted to be like her cousin Eva, who was taking English with hopes to be a teacher. She stopped talking for a while and I turned to look at her. She didn't look happy. "Was she good?"

"What?"

"Was she good? A good fuck?" The music was kind of loud so she didn't have to whisper, but she still did. I didn't say anything so she continued. "That's what you were doing when I called, right? You guys were fucking. So why don't you go after her now?" 

"I don't know; I don't want to."

"What do you want, then?" I honestly didn't know. I wasn't prepared for her hostility so I said nothing. She said, "I guess I'm too fat."

"You're not too fat."

"Bullshit. Compared to her I am." She was right, so again I said nothing. "We've been sitting here all night and you haven't tried to touch me, or anything." I thought she might have been too drunk or stoned or maybe psychotic. But I looked into her eyes and they were bell clear and lucid.

I waited, then took a risk. "Do you want me to touch you?" I took another risk and smiled.

"Maybe." She smiled back.

I hit her with her own line. "Well, what do you want then?"

She took a deep breath and started, softly. "I asked Eva to invite me because I was hoping that some guy would pick me up tonight and I'd get laid. I haven't had a guy in about a year and I want one. When you went to the bathroom back in Eva's apartment she said that I should go after you; you were a good fuck. Then you just sit here with me all night drooling over her, and you're a perfect fucking gentleman to me. But I don't want a perfect fucking gentleman," and she lifts her eyes to mine and says, "I want some guy who wants sex."

Instant hard-on. I looked right back at her. I was rapidly falling out of love with Eva and falling in love with her cousin. "So," I said, "do you want to have sex?"

She looked back at me and said, "But I hardly know you." She told me later that the look on my face was priceless, and she burst into laughter that turned all eyes toward us. Instant deflation. She kept laughing and I was feeling like a world class fool. She excused herself and went to the washroom. When she got back I was opening the second bottle of wine, thinking I may as well get totally pissed. She was still laughing. "I'm sorry," she said, "I shouldn't have laughed. But you have to admit it was funny! You fell right into it!"

You didn't go through droughts with the ladies like I did without an ability to laugh at yourself. I started laughing, too. "Yes, it was very funny." I re-filled her glass of wine and we clinked. Cheers.

"Can I ask you a question?" she said after a moment.

"Sure."

"Who's your favorite author?"

I had to think; I was an English Major so I had a few. "Well, for academic consumption I'd have to say Hawthorne, Frank Norris, Hemingway and Nathaniel West... and as far as guilty pleasures go, James M. Cain, Raymond Chandler and Stephen King."

She laughed. "That covers a bit... What about female?"

I wasn't a big female author fan. "I guess Margaret Atwood. The Canadian?"

She nodded, as if digesting the information. "Next question; what movie always makes you cry?"

I didn't need to think about that one. "It's A Wonderful Life." I grinned sheepishly. "And Bambi." She nodded thoughtfully. "What's up with the questions?" I asked.

"Look, Denny," she said softly and earnestly, "I hardly know you and you don't know me. If we're going to go and have sex tonight, I want to be sure you're not an asshole. I've had shitty luck in the past because I didn't ask the right questions."

Oh, wow. Things were looking good again. "How did I do?"

"Pretty good. The fact that you actually admit to crying at a movie shows promise. You're a nice guy, I guess." She put a hand on my knee.

"Thanks." Emboldened, I put a hand on hers.

She looked at me and leaned a bit closer. "But what if I don't want a nice guy?" 

I'd have to be stupid to miss the inference. I leaned in toward her. "Would you like to go back to my place and... and have sex?" 

She leaned in, too. "What were you going to say instead of 'and have sex'"

I licked my lips. I didn't want to blow this. "I was going to say 'Would you like to come back to my place and fuck'."

"I'd like that very much." She closed the gap and sitting there on the floor, surrounded by about thirty friends and strangers, she kissed me. I could see where talking dirty could become a habit in the right company.

She put a hand up to where my neck and cheek met and stroked me, then moved it around my neck and we really got into it, tongues darting back and forth. I was in absolute heaven. I knew there was no way that this weekend could have got any better, but it was. First, Brian, then Eva, now this. I just hoped that Brian wouldn't spoil everything. But, I reasoned, he had gone out to get laid, so he was probably getting laid right now, and chances were that I wouldn't see him for another day or so. 

I was ready to reach for one of her breasts, but she pulled away from the kiss. "How do you want to work this?"

I really had no idea. Part of me wanted to let her know about my "relationship" with Brian, but I was dead scared she'd bolt. But I wasn't going to let this girl get away. "I'd really like to invite you back to my place. But there's an old friend of mine staying there. But he's on the couch and we can be in the bedroom, if that's okay."

"That could be fine... Get your coat, I'm going to talk to Eva."

I got my shit in a pile and Bridgit went across the room to talk to Eva. They whispered back and forth and Eva looked over to me and smiled and gave me the thumbs up. The thought crossed my mind that I had been set up. Maybe Eva had just taken me for a test drive. Stranger things had happened, though never to me. Another thought crossed my mind that it would be so great to have the two of them at once; a nice zaftig redhead and the blonde elf. I could have one sitting on my cock while the other perched on my face. But I knew that was too much to hope for. I should be happy with what I was getting.

**

It only took a while for us to get back to my place. We had stopped a few times to kiss and share drinks from the wine bottle as we walked. As we kissed one time, she let a hand slide down my ass and around to the front of my pants where my cock was stretching the fabric there. I brought a hand up to hold her breast. It was great, they were full and heavy and I couldn't wait to get my lips on them. I broke the kiss and took her hand and jogged the rest of the way.

When I locked the apartment door behind us, it was like she was having second thoughts. She went to the far wall of the living room and started to look at my collection of books, her coat still on. I poured the rest of our wine in real glasses and handed one to her. She walked along the wall, and stopped when she saw Brian's stuff. She smiled and then turned to me. We put our glasses down and stepped into each other's arms and started kissing again. Our breath was getting shorter and her cheeks were flushed. I asked for her coat. She stepped back and shrugged her shoulders and let it fall to her right hand. Then she handed it to me. That move was so sexy and I was getting hard again. "You really are beautiful," I said. She said thanks and I went to hang up her coat.

When I got back she was standing in the middle of the room, reading the skin mag. I stopped dead, not knowing what she thought about things like that. She looked up at me and flipped the magazine around. Splashed across the page was a raven-haired cutie with one guy's cock in her mouth and the other's in her hand. And the two guys were kissing. "Oh my," she said, cocking an eyebrow. 

"Oh, God, I'm sorry, I hope that doesn't offend you."

"Not really. Guys always have porn around." She looked down and added softly, "And some girls do, too."

I walked up to her and put a hand on her hip. "So you're not offended?"

"Why would I be offended?" I shrugged. I didn't really know. "You think I'm innocent? Naive?" 

I shrugged. "No, I guess you just look..." She leaned in and kissed me. I pulled away. "Look," I said, "before this goes any further, I have to tell you something."

"Okay." She sat on the couch, crossed her legs demurely and smiled. "Are you gay?"

My jaw must have dropped comically, and she almost started laughing again. "No... I'm not gay."

"Well, that's a relief."

I took a deep breath. "I'm bi."

"Oh, well then." 

"If you want to leave, I understand."

"That guy?" She nodded at Brian's pile of stuff. I nodded. "Any others?" I shook my head. She patted the seat beside her and I sat down. When I was comfortable, she swung a leg over me and settled down on my thighs. "I'm not offended and it's cool with me." Then she leaned in and kissed me; spearing her tongue deep into my mouth. Surprised and mostly relieved, I responded and ran my hands up her thighs and around to her ass. Then up her sides and up to her full breasts. I squeezed them gently and she moaned in my mouth. We went on like this for a while until she spoke. "Do you like my tits?"

"Oh yes, they're beautiful..."

"Do you want to rip it off? My dress?"

"Oh, yes," I said, still kissing her.

"Why?"

I was starting to see the way her mind operated. "I want to see your tits. I want to suck them and lick them and cum all over them." It was like I zapped her with a cattle prod. 

"Oh," she moaned, "that's good. But please don't do it. It's my best dress."

"Okay..."

"But thanks for saying it... Let's go to bed."

We disentangled and I lead her to the bedroom. We were taking our clothes off as we went. By the time we got to the bed, I was in my boxers and she was in a nice beige demi-bra and skimpy panties. And beige stockings that clung to the tops of her thighs. I just about came right there. I turned on the bedside lamp while she laid her dress over the chair by the dresser.

I always hated conventional beds. I always liked a box spring right on the floor, with a nice mattress on top. I had a real nice rug beside it. We stood on the rug and kissed for a few more minutes. I released her tits from the bra and took them in my shaking hands. Her tits were big and heavy, but nicely shaped and sticking straight out. I was in heaven and I bent down to lick and suck her lovely nipples. They were light in color and beautifully formed. And really responsive. 

"Oh Denny that feels so good, keep sucking them, oh that makes me hot..." She kept on like that and dropped her hands to the waistband of my boxers and worked them down over my cock and my ass and onto the floor. I did the same to her panties and we were naked. She grasped my hard cock, slowly stroking it. I brought a hand to her pussy and it was like an oven there. I gave her nipple a final tweak with my tongue. I wrapped my hands in her beautiful hair and then kissed her again.

"You want me to leave the stockings on?" she whispered. 

"Sure. Do you mind?"

"No," she said, "it makes me feel like a slut." She kissed me and slid down to sit on the edge of the bed. She nibbled around my thighs while gently stroking me, then she swallowed my cock in one fluid movement. After I got over the initial shock, I started moaning. She was moaning too, it was wonderful.

"Sorry I'm not that huge..." I apologized.

She looked up. It was a picture. Coppery hair and a sweet face, with beige stockings on her legs, holding my cock and smiling. "Don't worry," she said, all innocence, "if you were any bigger I wouldn't be able to do this..." And one hand gabbed my ass and she started driving her mouth unto my hardness, moaning. I was moaning, too. I knew I was going to cum soon and I told her so. She pulled off, still jacking me.

"What did you say in the living room?"

"About?" I was searching my mind, not thinking too clearly.

"About my tits?"

Oh yeah... "I want to cum all over your tits..."

She let go of me and sat a bit further back on the bed. She held her breasts in front of me, pulling her nipples. "Go on, then. Cum all over them."

I grabbed my rod and started stroking like mad. She brought a hand to her pussy and started stroking herself while leaning back for support on the other hand. "Oh yeah," she said, "that looks great, come on, cum all over me, get me wet get me real wet with your cum..." And I came. The first shot hit her on the cheek and started rolling down her face like a milky tear. She moaned and rubbed herself faster. Her face was a bright crimson and her mouth was a wordless 'Ohh'. The next two shots landed on her right breast and then one fell in the cleft between the two and rolled toward her navel. The last drop fell on her stocking as she came, shaking like a leaf. I just stood and watched her. My knees gave out and I sat on the bed beside her and we recovered for a long moment.

"Oh, my," she said. I grunted in response and looked at her. She was a vision. The whole concept of 'getting lucky' became clear. She smiled. "But look at the mess you made." She dipped a finger delicately in one of the splatters of sperm on her breast and brought it to her mouth and sucked it clean.

"Would you like me to clean that up, Briget?" 

She nodded and I leaned across her and ran my tongue over the first deposit of cum on her tits. I looked up at her, smiled and swallowed it. "Oh," she said, "You are a naughty boy... I like that." I licked up the splatter on her face and looked at her. She motioned with her head and I leaned in and kissed her, swapping my juice back and forth.

I climbed on top of her and we kissed rolling on the bed, squeezing the remaining cum between us. Exhausted and satisfied we rolled apart and she asked if I'd get her a smoke. I got up on shaky legs and went to the can. Then I brought back the smokes, her wine and a can of beer for me. She was partly under the covers, leaning against the pillows, reading one of the stash of skin mags I kept under my bedside table. I crawled in beside her and lit Camels for the two of us. "This is nice," she said, referring to the magazine. "Maybe you can come and see my collection sometime." I told her that would be great. She tossed the mag onto the floor and looked at me. "I hope you enjoyed that. I wanted the first time to be special."

"It was, I really enjoyed it. You were great." I waited a moment. "So I guess when you say 'the first time...' it means we're going to do it again?"

"It'd be really shitty if you kicked me out now," she chuckled. "We haven't even fucked." She took a drag and a sip of wine and relaxed on the pillows. "I could taste her on you... Eva."

"And how was it?" She shrugged. I felt my way toward the next question. I had a hunch but was still unsure. "Are you...?"

"Bi?... Yes. That's why it didn't bother me that you were. It even turned me on that you admitted it like that. Not a lot of guys would do that." I guess I blushed. "You're pretty special." 

"Did you and Eva ever...?"

She turned and slapped my arm lightly and smiled. "No! She's way too straight for that kind of thing. But you'd sure like to see that, right?"

I nodded yes, blushing, and took another swig of beer. "So who do you... will you-?"

She cut me off. "Will I tell you about it?" I nodded. She nestled deeper into the pillows. "Yes, I'll tell you all about it, but I want to hear about you and your guy first."

I took a sip of beer and told her everything. The first tentative, drunken gropings, the times after that when we were both too horny to move when we had sucked or jerked each other off, and then I finished with a blow by blow (pardon the pun) account of this morning's sex. I used my love of the English language to paint a vivid picture. It worked. A faint rosy glow had crept up her breasts and to her neck as I told her the story. She was getting aroused and hey, I was getting hard, too. As I finished she took the beer from my hand and butted both our smokes in the ashtray. "So, you've been a busy boy. Does this happen often?"

"No, nothing like this has ever happened before. It's a way above average." 

She pulled back the covers and straddled my legs. "You don't have a girlfriend?"

"No, I go to school and work part time and most of the time I just have a hard time talking to women."

"Well, now you're just having a hard time." She smiled at her joke and leaned down taking the end of my half-hard cock in her mouth and sucked it gently. She guided me down so I was flat on my back and hard as a rock. She shimmied up and rubbed my cock in the cleft of her pussy. It was the same color as the hair on her head and nicely trimmed. I asked if this was all right, if she had... and she said that, yes, she was on the pill and, still smiling, plunged right down onto me. It was like hot butter. She sat there for a while and began to ride up and down. She was sitting straight up and hissing through clenched teeth as I grabbed those awesome breasts. Then she leaned down so I could suck one nipple then the other. 

I lifted up her ass so I could drive up into her from flat on my back. Her glorious reddish hair was everywhere and her mouth was by my ear. "Is this how you fucked Eva? Is this how you fucked my cousin?" I grunted in the affirmative. "Good," she continued, "cause she said you were good, so fuck me Denny fuck me hard and make me cum lots and I'll tell you all about the sex that I had with this other girl, okay Denny? Would that turn you on? Fuck me real hard, oh I love the feel of your cock in my pussy, you fuck soooo good, you got a real nice cock on you boy..." 

This drove me well over the edge and I was going to be cumming again real soon. The two cousins, though they never slept together, had two things in common. They both had a deep love of talking dirty during sex and they both came with little encouragement. She raised herself up on her hands and pinned me to the bed with her pussy. She made that same red-faced 'Ohh' with a wide-open mouth and froze for about thirty seconds. I froze with her holding off my orgasm. Then she started bucking up and down on me again and I bucked into her, pushing my cock as deep as it would possibly go. She told me that she wanted to feel me cum and I picked up the pace as the inevitable happened. I drove up into her one last time and came. I'm sure it was less than a trickle considering how much I had cum already. But she moaned, "Oh that feels great, Denny..." I slammed into her twice more, cock spasming deep inside her. Then she froze as she came again, hissing "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." until she slowed down and pressed the weight of those magnificent tits into my chest. She kissed my ear and said, "That was great..." as we both came down from the high of fucking. 




Briget Ch. 01



Then the phone rang. We froze. Briget rolled off me. My shrinking, cum covered rod flopped onto my belly. It was chilly after being so warm before. "Do you want to get that?" she said, referring to the phone. 

"No, two more rings and the machine will get it. Besides, I can't move." She giggled. She snuggled in beside me and pulled the covers back over us. We grabbed our drinks.

The answering machine clicked on and after my greeting we heard Brian on the line there was noise in the background like he was in a bar or something. He was almost shouting. "Hey, man, sorry I didn't call earlier. I don't have a key and I hope you're going to be home and I still hope you wanna get laid. I'll try calling in a while."

After the line went dead and the machine kicked and whirled and rewound, Briget turned to me. "So what does that mean... 'hope you still wanna get laid?' Huh?" She sounded kind of pissed but I looked at her and she was smiling mischievously. 

"To be honest, we were going to go out and pick up women and get laid. That was the plan, then he disappeared and I went to Eva's party and I wouldn't trade any of what's happened for the world."

She kissed me. "That's sweet of you to say so. So do you want me to leave so you can get laid when he gets here?"

"No," I said, "I don't want you to leave. Period."

"That's sweet of you to say so, too..." She looked away, shyly. "I hope you might mean it."

"I don't want to jinx it but you are really something... I like you a lot already."

"Look," she said, "I'm smart and not bad looking. I can carry on a conversation and be a real lady out in public. But I love sex. I mean, I love sex... There's a lot I haven't tried but there's not much I won't do. I don't want to jinx it either, so let's just see what happens, okay?"

"Okay."

"Now, do you want me to leave before, uh-"

"Brian."

"Brian gets here?"

"No. If you want you're more than welcome to stay."

"Welcome to stay and-?"

I took one more guess. "And participate?"

Her beautiful green eyes narrowed to slits and she purred, "That would be just fucking deadly..."

"You're going to love it. He had a real nice cock." I only hoped she didn't like it too much.

**

She got up to go to the bathroom later, and the phone rang. I hurried into the hallway to pick it up. It was Brian. "Hey, Denny-man! Can I come over?"

"Sure."

"You still wanna get laid?"

I smiled because he couldn't see me smiling. "Sure. Come on over."

"Cool," he said and hung up. Briget came out of the bathroom, as naked as I was. She had taken off those thigh-high stockings. She smiled and went back to the bedroom.

She had crawled back into bed and lit smokes for us. I ran out and got a couple more beer. "So what's the plan, Denny-man?" (How did she know that's what Brian called me?)

"I don't know. What's the etiquette in this situation? What... would you like to happen?"

She thought for a moment. "What I'd like... is to have you open the door for him and then you kiss him when he comes in. And then I come out, and I kiss him too. Then we lead him into the bedroom and blow his mind... I'll bet he isn't expecting you to have a girl here, right?"

"That's a safe bet."

"This'll be sooo cool." We cuddled and necked for a while and waited for Brian.

We got partially dressed so we didn't freak him out too much off the bat. I put on a pair of thin cotton scrubs without a shirt, and she donned an over-sized 'Huskers t-shirt. It just nicely covered her bare ass.

I buzzed him in when he rang and we waited for him to come up. Briget leaned against the wall opposite the door, looking innocent and slutty at the same time. I smiled; this was so fucking wild! We heard him coming so I swung the door inward and he came in carrying a case of beer. 

He came in and so did a girl behind him. 

She was like a darker version of Eva with nicer tits. She had short black hair and an olive complexion. She looked kind of tough and waif-like at the same time with jeans and striped t-shirt with a black leather jacket. We just stood there looking at each other. Brian looked at Briget and then over at me. Briget looked at me then at the girl. Brian laughed as I closed the door.

"Well Denny-man, you sly dog!" He turned to the girl. "Jackie... this is Dennis." Jackie softly said hi. Brian guided her over to me and she stood on her toes to kiss me. It was a chaste, nice-to-meet-you kiss but my cock did a little bobbing dance in the loose pajamas. She stepped back and Brian took her place, gently kissing me for the second time today. There were two intakes of breath- one from Jackie and one from Briget. Oh, and one from me. He brought a hand up to caress one of my nipples and I drove my tongue deep into his mouth in response. The tenting in my scrubs was getting obvious.

He pulled away and I looked over at Briget. Her nipples were sticking out like thumbs and her hands were bunched at her crotch. "And this is Briget. I met her at Eva's party. She's Eva's cousin, by the way." She had moved over to us and she walked up to Brian and said hi, nice to meet you, and gave him a real deep kiss. Their tongues danced as he brought his hands up to her breasts and gave them a little squeeze. She moaned softly and then pulled away and moved toward Jackie. Brian shot a look at me and we were both thinking the same thing in the same split second. Briget grabbed Jackie by the lapels of her leather jacket, drew her to her in and kissed her, too. I thought I was going to die. Jackie had her eyes wide open and it looked for a second like she was either going to smack Briget or just cut and run. Brian and I were just holding our breath. 

Then Jackie brought her hand up to the back of Briget's head and drew her in even closer. I think I heard Jackie murmur "Nice to meet you, too," but I wasn't sure. 

They both sighed as Briget stepped back and looked at Brian and I. "No need to stand around here, is there? Shouldn't you get your guests a drink, Denny-man?"

A few minutes later, Briget and Jackie were sitting on the living room couch yakking away like old friends and Brian and I were in the kitchen fixing drinks. "Man," he whispered, "she is gorgeous! How did you do it?" I could only shake my head, stunned at the unreality of the situation. He went on, "I met Jackie at the Sheraton and explained that I had a friend who was going through a little dry spell and if she came back here we'd make it worth her while. And we'd cook breakfast for her, too... She really wants to see us together. Can you handle that?" I told him that shouldn't be a problem, even considering how much sex I had had in the last few hours. He leaned over and kissed me and I kissed him back and he cupped my cock in his hand. "She blew me in the cab on the way over but man, I'm ready to go again..."

Briget called out from the living room, "What are you boys doing in there?"

We grabbed the drinks and headed back in. We were greeted by the most awesome sight. Jackie, now in just her jeans and a bra, was leaning back into the corner of the sofa with Briget leaning back into her. Jackie had both hands under Briget's t-shirt squeezing her tits, and the hem had risen to the point where you could see Briget's hand languidly rubbing her pussy. "Jackie tells me that she's never been with a woman before, and I told her I was deeply honored to be her first," said Briget.

"But maybe not her last..." piped in Jackie and they both got to giggling. Jackie looked right at me, turning serious. "Dennis? Why don't you make your buddy more comfortable?" I looked down and there was an obvious straining at the zipper of his jeans. We put the drinks on the coffee table and I walked behind him. First I lifted his t-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. I rubbed my hands down over his pecs circling the nipples and making him shiver before moving south again. I rubbed my hands up and down the length of his denim-clad thighs, missing his crotch on purpose. I looked over his shoulder and both girls were trying to watch while trying to kiss at the same time. One of Jackie's hands had joined Briget's on her pussy while the other one kept squeezing and stroking her tit. Briget had a hand behind her back, working between Jackie's thighs. 

I was just reaching for Brian's top fly button when Jackie pushed Briget away. She got up and her tits bounced in her bra. They were nowhere as big as Briget's but still, at that moment, all eyes were on them. "This is ridiculous," she spat, a vision of frustration. She sighed, and said, "Can we go to the bedroom?"

**

We grabbed all the drinks and headed to the bedroom. The girls were first and they jumped onto the bed like a couple of giddy kids. Jackie had taken off her jeans on the way in and was now just in her bra and black silk panties. They looked so sexy on her dark skin. Kneeling and facing each other, Briget reached around Jackie and undid her bra and tossed it across the room. Jackie's tits sat kind of low, with perky upturned nipples. We were lucky we saw that much because Briget's hands were immediately all over them, squeezing and pulling and making Jackie moan. Briget leaned in and kissed one and then the other nipple as Jackie ran her hands through Briget's abundant hair and whispered how good it felt. Briget looked over at Brian and me and we were just standing there, with dropped jaws and rock hard cocks. Jackie pulled the 'Husker's t-shirt off of Briget and it joined her bra on the other side of the room.

"Go ahead, Denny," said Briget. "Finish what you started."

I stood behind Brian and started stripping him for real. I undid the button at the top of his fly then pulled down the zipper. I put my hands in his front pockets and started working the jeans down. I looked at the girls and they were cuddling each other, stroking breasts and kissing while watching us. I got the jeans down and he kicked them away. His cock formed and obscene tent in his briefs and I got in front of him, in profile to the girls and stripped them down and with only a moment to lick my lips, I plunged my mouth down on his hard and straining cock. 

Brian gasped so loud it was almost a scream. He grabbed my head and gently humped my face. I heard a series of comments from the girls, including "Oh, that is soooo hot", "Yeah, do him, Denny," and various whines and whimpers. This was so cool to put on a show like this! I never dreamed I would enjoy it as much as I did. I wasn't a 'wild man' by any stretch but over the last while I guess I was incubating one; and now he was getting out and running roughshod over my own personality. And I didn't care. It was much more fun.

"Come on Denny suck my cock oh, you should see what the girls are doing that is so fucking hot, oh man that feels good, I'm gonna cum real soon..."

After a while, I could feel he was getting close. The girls knew it too. They apparently stopped what they were doing to watch They got real close on the edge of the bed and kept up a stream of encouragement as a counterpoint to Brian's. I held him tight and still by the waist and just sucked. No finesse, just animal sucking. His hands dug into my hair and shoulders and he came. Unlike this morning I tried to keep as much in my mouth as possible.

"That," Jackie said breathlessly, "was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen... Thanks Dennis." She put a hand on my shoulder. I smiled and leaned over and kissed her, letting her date's cum dribble into her mouth. She squealed around my tongue and pulled me closer.

Briget said, "Oh, Denny-man, you are my hero," and we all laughed at that. I kissed her and passed her some of Brian's cum, too. Our kiss lingered and our hands were all over each other.

"Okay everyone, time out, time out," he said. Brian lifted me up. He hugged me and asked if I had blown all the pot. I reached over to the bedside table and picked the last reefer out of the pack of Camels. 

We all kneeled on the bed and Brian sparked up the joint. I was across from Briget and Brian was on my left and Jackie was on my right. Somewhere along the line Jackie had lost her panties and I was the only one with clothes. Brian passed the joint to Briget and Jackie told me to stand up.

"What?"

"Stand up. Right here." She patted the bed beside her.

What the fuck, I thought and I stood up. Jackie kneeled up, smiling, and undid the drawstring on my scrubs and let them fall over my semi-hard prick. She took it briefly into her mouth and swirled her tongue over the tip and soon it was hard as a rock again.

"There," she said, "naked like everyone else." We all laughed and I sat down again. She put a hand on my thigh and looked into my eyes. "Thanks again for doing that to Brian, it was very cool." I said, without a word of a lie, that it was my pleasure. The joint was making the circuit and we were all getting quite high. We were a bit drunk, but that was cool, too. Brian went out to the kitchen and got more beers so no one got drymouth.

When the joint was with someone else everyone's hands and lips where everywhere. I was necking with Jackie while Brian ran a hand over my cock and I did the same to him as he kissed Briget. Jackie then lay across my lap and stroked my cock as she took Brian's into her mouth. Briget pressed her tits into Jackie's back and leaned over to kiss me deeply. The joint was extinguished and we all become a throbbing pile of humanity, lips and breasts were everywhere and everything was in easy reach. It was unbelievable. 

Trust Briget to say what everyone was thinking. "This has been the coolest night of my life, so far." Everyone hmmed contented. "So... who wants to do what?"

"Well," Brian said expansively, "I had a plan." He rubbed Jackie's back sensuously. "I brought back this little sweetheart to fuck my friend, and I'd really like to see that."

Jackie took her mouth off Brian's prick and said, "I agree. I really want to get fucked." We all laughed at that. She put a hand high on Briget's thigh and whispered, "And if you wanna walk the walk, chicky, you can supervise the clean up"

"Done."

Brian leaned against the pillows and I moved in behind Jackie. She was still stoking Brian. My cock was hard, but getting sore but I still had to do this. Jackie reached under her and took hold of my cock and brought me into her pussy. It was a nice fit and we both moaned loudly. I started fucking her slowly, holding her slender hips as she took Brian back into her mouth. Briget was beside us, planting kisses all over Jackie's back and rubbing my ass with one hand and tweaking Jackie's clit and nipples with the other. She'd bend down to kiss Brian and then she'd come up and kiss me. All the while she and Brian kept up a stream of commentary about how hot it all looked and felt and how great it was to see us fuck her and suck him! As I picked up my pace and started pounding Jackie, she lost her concentration on Brian's cock, so Briget took her place and "did the cowboy thing," sitting on his big prick. Briget looked at me and said, "You're right, he does have a very nice cock." Then she and Jackie were face to face and they were kissing and muttering things to one another and playing with each other's tits. 

I was lost. I pounded into Jackie one last time and released a load into her tight cunt. I went soft almost immediately and fell off to the side. I could only watch. Jackie sat and watched as Brian started humping fiercely into Briget, cumming with a loud moan. Briget came soon after, moaning and kissing Jackie. 

Jackie reclined on her back and true to her word, Briget dove in and noisily started licking all of the juice from Jackie's distended slit. Brian rearranged himself under Briget and started licking his own out of her. 

This was all so fascinating, but I really had to go to the can. I rolled off the bed and stumbled out. My legs were fucked; I couldn't stand, so I sat down and peed like a girl. I sat there for a long time, thinking about what had happened. I sort of knew that nothing like this was ever going to happen to me again and I was really sad, but still elated that it did happen. A few minutes later there was gentle tap on the door and Briget poked her head in.

"You all right?"

"Couldn't be better."

"You left in a hurry. You mad at me?" She seemed genuinely concerned.

"God, no. I just had to piss. Then I just sat here. I'm tired as hell but I don't want this to end. I'm fucked out; I'm not used to this."

"No kidding. But can I...?" She pointed at the toilet and I got up so she could take my place. I moved to leave but she grabbed my hand. She pulled me in and kissed me. "I'll see you out there. We have to talk."

I went out and closed the door.

I peeked in the bedroom and Brian and Jackie were fucking like mad. It was only right that they had some quality time together. I smiled and went into the kitchen for a glass of water. The clock said 1:35 and realized that was why I was so wiped out. It was late. I was still standing at the sink when Briget came in dressed in my terry cloth bathrobe. She got a glass and poured herself some water, too.

She drank and then looked at me. "So are you really okay?"

"I'm great." I really was. "This is great."

"So what happens next?"

I sighed. "I don't know, Briget, but whatever the fuck it is, I hope it includes you."

"It can if you want. It may be too soon to talk about moving in together, so let's just think about it for a while."

"Okay."

"So," she whispered, "you like me?"

"Yes," I said, "I like you a lot."

"I like you too." She smiled and almost broke out laughing.

"What?" I asked.

"Look, Denny-man, you're going to think this is really strange, but I have a favor to ask. I live with this girl, Roslyn. We're roomies, we have a place together. And yes, she's the girl that I well, sleep with sometimes. I promise I'll tell you a real nice story sometime, but-" She trailed off. "But here's the thing. We still both like cock. We have a sort of pact, I guess you'd call it, that if we ever get lucky and we get laid, we call the other one and... well, make sure that they get laid, too."

"Well," I drawled, "that's right neighborly of you."

She smiled, but there was a tear forming on the corner of her eye. "Part of me wants to do this because she's done it for me and we're really good friends, but part of me doesn't want you to fall for her. I want you for myself, and I hope you feel the same. I have a good feeling about you, Dennis. I might be wrong but I might be right."

I put my hands on her shoulders. "What I said before, you know, about hoping you stay, still stands. I haven't had much in the way of relationships but, I think I'd enjoy a long-term thing with you, especially if we have nights like this now and then. ..."

"I'd like to try," she said.

"Okay, let's try." I had no way to know what I was letting myself in for. We really didn't know each other; she could turn out to be psychotic after all. 

But when she kissed me, it sure felt nice. We held each other close and she looked at me and whispered, "I have a question: can you tell the difference between making love and fucking?"

"I think so... I don't know for sure, like I said, I haven't had much experience."

There was a commotion out in the hall. I peered out of the kitchen and saw Jackie and Brian stumble out of the bedroom, naked as I was. He looked at me and waved. "Is it okay if we pull out the couch? We're bagged. Don't want to take your bed."

"Sure," I said. "You know where everything is, right?" Briget and I walked through the living room and said goodnight, and thanks for the wonderful evening, and that we'd see them in the morning. They were getting the bed ready and I grabbed the phone and drew the long extension cord under the bedroom door and closed it. Briget sat on the bed and sighed.




Briget Ch. 01



"If you don't mind, I think I'll call Roslyn tomorrow," she said.

I said that was fine with me and I put the phone down and sat beside her on the bed. "It's just as well, Briget. I wouldn't be worth a fuck right now."

She laughed at that. She touched my limp and sore cock, petting it gently and sympathetically. "Ohh, you poor baby... Let's get some sleep." We cuddled in together and pulled up the covers. We kissed each other goodnight. As I drifted off to dreamland, I thought about the freight train that was love, and how it can roll right over you.

Later that morning as daylight crept in the window, we both woke up, smiling, thinking the same thing. It was great when we had fucked, but this time, when we made love, it was really good.

End of Part One



Briget Ch. 02



She said her last name was Halliard. Briget Halliard. She laughed this morning when we realized that we had fucked all night without knowing each other's last names. Hey, it was the mid-80's. Stuff like that happened, though never before to me. At least, before last night. We were sitting back naked on the bed and she was telling me a story.

** 

"When I moved to town, my cousin Eva helped me find a job and a place to live. There was a bunch of ads in the school newspaper and we started going through them. Roslyn's was about the third place we went to. She was going to the Junior College and her room-mate had quit school and left town. We met at a coffee shop to make sure that we were, I guess, compatible and we really hit it off. So we walked over to her apartment and it was great. Nice bedroom, good kitchen and huge living room. I moved in the next week. I got my job at the Business World and she went to school and we were getting along great. We'd go out together and party now and then and have great time, but most of the time it was work or school.

"Anyway, she had this date with this stud from the J.C. and she really wanted to make a good impression. They'd been out a few times and she was hot for him. And she looked hot when she left. If he had asked, she would have jumped him in a second. I was kind of jealous because I didn't have a date, 'cause I just worked and slept and masturbated. 

"But, it turned out that this guy was a heavy duty closet Christian and at the end of the evening when she suggested that they go further than a little kiss goodnight, he called her an evil slut. He said that she was going to hell if she continued that behavior... Needless to say she came home in tears and cried for a good half-hour before I could get her to calm down. I told her to get into her pj's and come out to the living room for some ice cream. Ice cream usually cheered her up."

"So," I asked, "what's she look like?"

Briget turned to me and smiled. "Well, you'll see in a while won't you? But I'll tell you what she looked like when she came out of the bedroom that night."

**

The clock on the bedside table read a bit after noon. We had met at a party the night before. Before I met Briget, I actually got fucked by (there's no simpler way to put it...) Briget's cousin Eva. Then I was introduced to Briget and we picked each other up. Well, she did most of the picking. We came back to my place and shared the most awesome night of sex in my life. Not only was the sex great but I was sure that I was falling in love with the girl. She was a wonderful person. 

If that wasn't enough, I later had my first group session, with the help of my visiting friend Brian and Jackie, a girl he had met in a bar. It was, in one night, more sex than I had had in ages. My life, as strange as it may have seemed, had become a fucking Penthouse letter. It boggled the mind.

Jackie had left in the morning, after we made a slightly hung-over breakfast (we all ate in the nude). She gave us her phone number and asked that we keep in touch. Brian had gone off to spend the day with his grandparents. It was one of the reasons he came back to visit.

Briget and I had a long shower and washed each other all over and played like a couple of slippery seals, but didn't have any real sexual contact, other than incidental washing. It was kind of strange. It was going to get stranger. 

As we dried off, Briget made a phone call and talked for a while, quietly. She gave me the phone and had me give this girl my address. Then we crawled back into bed with coffee and cigarettes and Briget, or 'Hals', as her friends called her, was telling me the story of her room-mate Roslyn.

**

"When Roz came out of the bedroom, she was wearing this real thin, short silk camisole and a pair of boxer-type panties. She'd worn this stuff before; it wasn't any big deal. But the first thing I noticed were her nipples and the way they stood out. I usually didn't notice things like that, but tonight I did. She was a real good athlete and she's a bit taller than me, and thin, but her tits are pretty nice. Kind of like Jackie's were, kind of low and up turned?"

I thought about Jackie's tits and started to paint a picture.

"She had long straight blonde hair then, too. So she sat down on the couch and I handed her a bowl of ice cream and we sat and ate and said nothing. Suddenly she says 'Oh shit!' and she had spilled a spoonful of chocolate ice cream on her top. It's a nice top so she starts crying all over again and she's a wreck. So I scoot over and take the bowl away and give her a hug. She's crying and I'm dabbing at the stain with a kleenex when I realize that I'm rubbing her boob and I can feel the nipple is getting harder. Now, I hadn't touched a girl since I played around with a cousin back in--"

My eyebrow must have shot up because she playfully slapped me and said, "No, not Eva... Eva's not that kind of girl. This was back in grade 10. But I started thinking hey, this is nice. I'm just wearing a long t-shirt thing, and I'm starting to get kind of hot. I'm giving her this soothing line about what a jerk this guy was and sort of cleaning her breast and she reaches up to hug me better. And her hand lands right on my tit. I just about came right there, but I suppressed it. Like, we're roomies and, well you just didn't do that sort of thing. We had only been roomies for half a year or so and we didn't really know much about each other. Like, I sure hadn't shown her my stash of dirty books.

"Anyway, I sort of went to hold her tighter, you now, comforting her and I swear to God, she squeezes my boob, just lightly. I didn't know what the fuck she was doing- maybe she was just distraught. And then, she looks up at me and asks me if I think she's a slut. I said no way: the guy was nuts; she was a great person. 

"She looked great, too. She had washed off all the makeup from her date and she looked blonde and innocent and pure. A tear rolled out of her eye and I had to say something. I said, "Roslyn, you're beautiful, and if I was a guy, I'd fuck you in a minute." We often said this to each other when we were going out to the bar and we wanted to boost each other's confidence. I was hoping that she'd laugh and feel better, but she only said, "But what if you were a girl?" and she pulled me close and kissed me. 

"Wow," I said and adjusted my growing cock under the sheets.

"Wow is right," said Briget. "I had no idea how horny I was and it was like she opened the gate and I was gone. I kissed her back and she squeezed my tit and our tongues were fighting each other and I brought a hand up to her breasts and we were all over each other. We never said a word; she just pushed me back onto the couch and pulled off my t-shirt and got between my legs and started squeezing licking and sucking my tits. I was naked and my pussy was running like a tap and I got my legs around her ass and just squeezed for all I was worth. 

"I came twice, just like that." And she snapped her fingers. "Just from her feeling and sucking on my tits. When I came down I pushed her back on the couch and pulled her top off and then took off her panties. I had seen parts of her before, you know, running from the shower to her room, but this was the first time I saw her naked and wanting and she was so fucking gorgeous. 

"I always thought I was too fat and she thought she was too skinny and we always told each other we were silly and that we were perfect. And, Denny-man, she was perfect. She pulled me in and we kissed. We got our pussies lined up. It was like we were running on instinct. We were rubbing them back and forth and our tits were rubbing back and forth and we were moaning so loud I thought that the cops would call. I rolled off to the side and started finger fucking her beautiful pussy until she came and then she took my hand and we went to her room." 

She raised a finger and looked at me. "And there is where I really learned about how absolutely erotic it was to talk to your lover during sex. She was a master. She was almost able to get me off just by talking dirty to me."

I had reached down and started to stroke my cock. It was full hard. Briget lay on her side. One hand propped up her head as she lay there and the other hand was rubbing my thighs. "You ought to save that for when she gets here," she smirked.

I laughed and folded my hands under my arms. "Fine!" I said. "Go on with the story. It's great!"

"Well, that night I had my first real bi experience. Now, it wasn't hers, she had had a girlfriend through high school that she had gone all the way with... That was a great story in itself. Anyway, I had a lot of catching up to do. She told me that she had wanted me since we moved in together, but was too afraid she'd freak me out.

"But, we talked about it and we both admitted that we still liked boys. We both loved a good hard cock and we started talking about that and we got into it again... We fucked for the whole weekend, and a few times after that when we were horny and dateless. 

"Well, to make a long story short, a few months later, she had a date with another guy that she had been seeing and I was at home feeling sorry for myself because I hadn't had a date in nearly four months and sex for six months. Other than occasional sex with her, of course."

"Of course..."

"About two in the morning, the phone rings. When I answer it, it was Roslyn and she says, "Guess what I'm doing right now?" I told her I had no idea and she says, really low and sexy, "I'm getting my ass fucked off..." I could hear it; she was breathing hard and getting a workout, and I'm starting to get pissed off, and she says, "You wanna get your ass fucked off, too?" I asked if she was kidding and she told me to get a taxi over there right away. She gave me the address and hung up.

"Well, I got a taxi and went to this guy's place, and you know what?"

"You got your ass fucked off." I lit a couple of Camels and passed her one.

"Boy, did I ever. This guy was good, and not too bad looking. I got fucked almost as soon as I walked in the door."

I must have looked hurt because she quickly added, "Oh, Dennis, don't worry. It was just fucking..." 

I put my petulance aside and she continued the story. 'So, then he fucked Roslyn again while I watched, and then while he recovered, Roslyn and I did each other. That got him all horny again so we tag-teamed the poor guy and then left. We would have done it all again the very next week, but then Roslyn found out he was secretly engaged to another girl so she dropped him like a hot potato. But at least it got me through a dry spell."

"And this is where I come in?"

She smiled. "Yes, Denny this is where you come in! I owe her this. I just don't want you to fall for her and leave me high and dry."

"What do you want me to do?" I had a feeling this might lead to trouble.

"She hasn't had sex for three months and she just wants to get laid. But, if you could make it seem like you're making love it would be great."

"What are you going to be doing?"

"Well, I'm just going to watch for the first--" 

The apartment intercom buzzed and squealing with excitement, Briget clambered over me and ran to let her friend in. I asked her where I should be and she told me just to lay back and wait. Soon I heard the door open and the girls greet each other. 

"Oh, thanks Hals... you sure you don't mind?" I guessed that this was Roslyn.

"No, just enjoy it- you deserve it! Come on, get your coat off." They were giggling in the hall and after a moment my naked Briget walked in, followed by Roslyn. "Roz... this is Dennis. Dennis, this is Roslyn." Briget was right; she was very pretty. Not rail-thin, but thin: and taller than me. Her hair was short and dirty blonde and framed her face nicely. Her breasts bobbed freely under her light wool sweater. There was no bra. My prick began to get harder.

Yet, it felt weird to be introduced like this, and given my upbringing, I got up to shake hands with her. Her eyes immediately went to my hard-on and she kind of blushed. We shook hands and I took the initiative and leaned in to kiss. I told her I was very glad to meet her. She replied in kind and kissed me, her tongue stepping out to meet mine. We exchanged short, breathy kisses for a while, touching each other. Then we dissolved in a deep kiss and I felt Briget creep around us to sit on the chair in the corner.

Roslyn started caressing my back and ass and I did the same to her. I lifted her top off and threw it on the floor. Her nipples were like bullets, I bent and took one into my mouth and she gasped and held my face to her while I worked at getting her pants off. She helped me by shimmying out of them till they were a puddle on the floor. There were no panties either. I looked down and she was shaved as clean as the day she was born. There were goose pimples on her bare thighs. She reached down and took my cock in her hand and started stroking me, moaning all the while.

I looked over at Briget. Her legs were splayed off to the side and she had two fingers deep inside her cunt and one hand tweaking her nipples: one then the other. She lifted one gorgeous breast and licked the nipple, still looking at us. In her eyes was a mix of lust and trepidation. But she nodded at me, urging me on.

I looked back at Roslyn. "So, what do you want to do?"

Roslyn looked at me then over to Briget, who nodded. Roslyn looked back at me, smiling. "What I want," she cooed, "is for you to suck my sweet cunt until I cum and then I want you to stick that nice hard cock in me and fuck me until you fill me with cum and... I guess we'll see what happens then..."

"Sit down," I said, and Roslyn sat down on the edge of the bed. Her knees spread slowly, almost shyly. "Touch your breasts," and she brought her hands to cup them with her nipples caught between fingers. Her tongue came out and ran over her lips; she was getting flushed like Briget did when she was excited. I felt kind of powerful, like I could have asked her to do anything. 

I heard Briget moan in the chair in the corner and I was pretty sure she was cumming. I got down on my knees and kissed Roslyn on the lips. Her hands wrapped around me and then I kissed her on her neck, then sucked on her breasts. I nuzzled her navel and nudged her to lie down.

I wrapped my arms under her thighs and lifted her ass up so I could access her better and stroke her tits, too, at the same time. I buried my face in her sweet-smelling and hairless pussy. I ate her like there was no tomorrow, and tweaked her sensitive nipples. If she was talking to me I didn't hear anything. I was so into this. She grabbed my hair so hard it almost made me cry out. 

She took longer to cum than Briget did, but it was just as worth it. She mewed and bucked her crotch into me and got really wet, really fast. I ran my hands all over her stomach while I licked up all I could. Then she froze in mid-buck, and spasmed again and then settled back onto the bed. I gave her one more lick, from bottom to top and sucked on her clit. She moaned and shuddered from her core. She relaxed and we disentangled. She lay there for a while, panting. I leaned back on my haunches, looked at her and stroked my cock. I felt like king of the fucking mountain.

"Oh, my God..." Briget moaned from the corner. We both looked over at her, all wrung out and sweaty, leaning back in the chair. 

"Has he done this to you?" asked Roslyn.

Briget shook her head slowly and her hair floated gently around her. "No, he hasn't. But we've got lots of time." She looked at me. "Right?" 

"Right." I smiled and blushed, sitting back on my haunches. I really had no idea what I was doing when I ate her out. It was like Eva last night; I just used what little knowledge I had and tried really hard.

Roslyn scooted back further onto the bed. "Come here," she said, crooking a finger at me. I climbed up on the bed, my cock almost parallel to my belly. She lay down and spread her legs, and grabbed my hardness. "Come on, Denny, do me, I want you to do me good and fuck me like you fucked Briget." She was smiling, but her eyes were wide and feral, almost begging. I positioned myself above her and she guided me into her slick cunt. 

I started pushing into her and she kept on talking about how nice it felt to have a cock deep in her, that I was hitting all the right spots and telling me when to go fast and when to slow down. I was happy just to follow directions. 

She lifted one of my legs over hers and she told me to get ready to roll. I tucked a shoulder under and she rolled so she was on top of me, still fucking; all without pulling out! I would definitely have to remember that one! She was hunched over me and I was able to lick and suck her breasts as I humped up into her. I felt the bed move and Briget loomed over the two of us.

She looked at me apologetically. "I'm sorry, I couldn't just watch anymore, I had to get in here, you guys look so hot!" Neither Roslyn nor I said much, but we didn't object: we were getting close to cumming. Briget kept talking; asking if Roz was liking it, if she was gonna cum... all in this low sexy murmur. Roslyn had lost her tongue, she was getting wide-eyed and her breathing was ragged. I was getting really close, too and I picked up my pace, grabbing her ass and fucking her hard. 

When I came she wasn't far behind and she threw her head back and forth: her fine blonde hair whipping all over the place.

It took us a while to relax. She just laid on me. Briget was softly rubbing Roslyn's back; planting soft kisses on her and smiling at me. I could feel cum from both of us run past my balls and ass and soak the sheets below me. I didn't care one bit.

I had gone soft, but was starting to get hard as her pussy muscles squeezed and let go; squeezed and let go. Roslyn kissed me and finally rolled off of me, onto her back, and lay there with an arm over her eyes. Briget kissed me, then pounced on my shrinking cock and licked up all of our combined juices.

By the time she was done I was half-hard. "There," she said. "Nice and clean." She kissed me again and crawled over me to her room-mate. I propped myself up on one elbow to watch and stroked myself. "Now it's your turn sweetie..." She tenderly kissed Roslyn and they traded tongues for a moment. As Roslyn moaned and wrapped her long fingers in Briget's thick, damp hair, Briget started down on her body... neck, breasts, stomach and hips. Then down to the thighs and all around her puffed cunt lips. She started licking and sucking, almost ferociously. Roslyn looked at me and said, "Suck my tits, Denny, I need you to suck them..."

I got up on my knees and bent down to take one precious peak in my mouth, while gently squeezing the other. I scraped them with the fine edge of my teeth, sucked them gently and sucked them hard, depending on what she told me to do. It only took her another few minutes until she was cumming again, clawing and scratching at the sweat and cum soaked sheets on the bed.

Briget came up for air and we collapsed in a pile. We exchanged cummy kisses and hugs and tender words. I think we even might have dozed off for a while. But around four in the afternoon Roslyn got up saying that she had a shit-load of homework to finish. 

Briget had gone to the bathroom and Roz got dressed. She sat on the bed and leaned over to kiss me and we swapped tongue. "I really want to thank you for this, I appreciate it."

"Well," I said, "it was Briget's idea."

She smiled. "I do love that girl."

Before I could think I blurted out, "I think I do, too."

She cocked an eyebrow at me and grinned. She looked to the bathroom to make sure Briget was still occupied, and then she turned to me and lowered her voice conspiratorially. "I can tell she likes you, too. If she didn't she'd be long gone. I hope you guys work out 'cause she deserves a nice boyfriend. But if you hurt her in anyway I will personally cut your nuts off."




Briget Ch. 02



"Okay," I said.

The bathroom door opened and Briget came into the bedroom, naked and radiant. How the fuck had I managed this? I thought. 

Briget walked up to Roslyn and hugged her. They kissed and smiled at each other. 

After Roslyn left I made some supper for the two of us. We sat and ate and watched TV and discovered that we had a freaky number of things in common. She had two brothers and I had two sisters. We were both from the lower-middle class. We were both the oldest and trying like hell to put ourselves through college by working. We didn't talk about sex at all; we were just talking about each other. We talked about our tastes in books and movies, and all the stuff you have between you; all the stuff that makes you friends.

Mind you, it was hard to keep our hands off each other. If I went to get something from the kitchen, Briget would reach out and pull me in for a deep kiss before I could go. She walked past me to go to the bathroom and I captured her in a hug, until she threatened to wet the floor if I didn't release her.

She pointed out that it seemed strange that we had fucked and now were becoming friends. She had had a previous distrust of that; she wanted to be friends first and then move toward sex. But she laughed and said she couldn't complain because this, (meaning her and me), seemed to be working pretty well, so far. I had just caught her at a particularly horny and vulnerable moment in time. We both laughed that she had to send a thank you note to Eva for introducing us. 

Yes, I had been invited to Eva's party because I was a likely candidate for Briget. And no, Eva didn't fuck me for a test drive, it wasn't part of a plan; perhaps she was just horny and vulnerable, too.

We talked about moving in together and decided that we should take some more time to see if we really wanted to. 

"But," she said, taking my hand, "I really enjoy being with you." She kissed me as we sat on the couch. "I really like you. Eva had good taste."

I echoed the sentiments and kissed her right back. She got off the couch and led me to the bedroom.

She untied the sash on the bathrobe and it dropped to the floor. She stood there naked before me. "So what do you want to do?" she said. "You wanna make love or you wanna fuck?"

I let her decide this time.

**

She realized that she hadn't been wearing underwear since shortly after she got here, almost twenty hours ago. She said that sooner or later she'd have to go home, but it was like we were putting it off as long as possible. 

Finally she borrowed a sweat suit and put her other clothes in a paper bag. I didn't have a car at this time, so I gave her twenty bucks to take a taxi back to her place.

"It won't cost that much," she protested.

"Then be sure you come back."

"How's tomorrow?"

"Great." I gave her the key so she could just come in.

"But I have to work on Monday."

"I'll make you a lunch," I said and she kissed me and walked out the door.

**

Brian buzzed the apartment at seven-thirty and I let him in. He put a bag of groceries on the table and a huge casserole in the fridge. Visiting the grandparents had its perks.

"So?" he said.

"So what?"

"So where's Briget?"

"She went home. To get some things."

"She coming back?"

"Eventually."

He bent into the fridge and retrieved two beers and handed me one. "Look, Denny-man, we gotta talk."

"About what?" I asked.

He spread his arms. "All this..." I must have looked stricken and I admit I felt horrible if I was going to loose a friend like him. He waved his hand dismissing the notion. "Look, it can wait. Don't worry."

Now I was worried. I don't know whether he wanted to mess around, but I got the feeling that he was kind of uncomfortable. Now that I had a 'sort of' girlfriend, would we ever get to suck each other off? We didn't talk about this kind of stuff, because we were typical guys.

He asked me if we still had Jackie's phone number and I showed him where it was tacked on the cork bulletin board by the phone. He called her and they made plans to go out.

"You mind if I bring her back here? If I have too?"

"Sure, man, just buzz. I'm not going anywhere. I gave the spare key to Briget."

He smiled knowingly and went to get ready.

**

I watched had another beer and read for a while and then I changed the sheets on my bed. I considered framing them as a souvenir. But that would have been dumb. And then went I to sleep.

**

When I woke I could tell it was light, although the curtains were drawn. I was splayed on my back all over the mattress with the sheets kicked off and someone was sucking on my cock. I closed my eyes and wished that it would never end. All of a sudden I realized that I had no idea who was doing the sucking. It could have been Brian, but Brian had gone out with Jackie and hadn't buzzed in and Briget had left to do some things of a personal nature. Then again she had the key... All these thoughts went through my staggered mind in the time it took me to come half-awake, reach down and stroke that gorgeous head of auburn hair. 

I lifted my head and opened my eyes and those beautiful green eyes met mine. She was naked and camped between my legs. Her hair hung in her eyes and she swept it away with one hand.

She removed my prick with a slobbery kiss. She held it against her cheek, upright from the base; it dripped with saliva and pre-cum and it was throbbing madly.

She smiled and softly sang, "Wake up you sleepy-head, rub your eyes get out of bed..." The 'Wizard Of Oz' had new meaning now. She blew me a kiss and resumed sucking me off. I was starting to buck and moan. 

She wedged herself further in between my legs and under me until my ass rested in her lap. She reached down by her side and produced a small bottle of something. I looked at it and then I looked at her. She smiled again. I was really getting used to that smile. "I brung some preh-sents," she drawled like Daisy Mae. She poured a dollop in her palm and rubbed her hands together. Suddenly the room was filled with the scent of chocolate and strawberries. "Flavored lube," she said. She rubbed my prick almost causing me to cum right there. She sensed this and slowed down. "Ah ah ah..." she cooed. "Not until I say so." 

She let go and my rod whapped my belly with a sticky slap. She took what was left on her palms and spread it in the valley of her tits. She bit her lip and sighed. Then without another word she gathered my cock in between those awesome globes. With a hand on each breast and her nipples caught between her first and second fingers, she started hunching up and down, tit-fucking me with total abandon. She licked her lips and she looked like the most wanton slut from the most depraved wet dream porno I had ever seen. I almost had to laugh, because it was so absurd; I was sooo lucky. She took the head of my cock in her mouth on the occasional down-stroke. She hummed contentedly; it must have tasted great.

But I was getting all the joy here. I reached underneath my ass and searched out her sweet slit. She spread her legs for better access. I got the surprise of my life. She had shaved! I was stroking a bare pussy and it was great! My finger slid easily into her, she was so wet. "Do you like it?" she whispered. I could only nod. "I saw how well you ate Roz, I want you to eat me just like that. Okay?" I nodded. "She did it for me when I got home. She shaved my pussy and then she ate it; it was great... She says thanks again by the way..." 

Again, I could only nod as I came so hard I could feel my eyes bug out- even Briget's eye's widened dramatically. The first two shots hit her under the chin and rolled down to further lubricate the action. She moved back and swallowed my cock all the way down, sucking me well and truly dry. When she looked up, her eyes were wide and glazed, but happy. I was trying my best to keep up the action on her pussy but it was awkward at best. She pulled herself off my finger and wriggled up to kiss me. I should have known, her mouth was full of my cum and flavors and we shared it eagerly. She kissed me one last time and whispered, "Snowball..."

"What?"

"Snowball. Passing cum back and forth like that. That's what one of the girls at work called it. I have to admit, I thought it was gross, but it sure grows on you. Especially if you like the guy..."

I became aware of some motion at the door off to the side and there stood Brian, his jeans around his thighs and his cock hard in his hand; it was moving almost at the speed of sound. I could tell he was close to cumming, but Briget acted first. She gave him a hurried 'Come on' gesture and he looked at me. I nodded vigorously. He hop-stepped over to the bed and stood there with his shins against the mattress. Briget and I arranged ourselves like baby birds at feeding time our mouths barely inches from his awesome cock. 

Briget looked up at him and whispered, "Come on baby, just let it go, let it fly all over us, come on Brian--" and with a moan he started spurting. It was a huge amount and Briget and I shared and shared alike. It was on her tits, on my face, in her hair and all over. 

When the rain of cum let up, I leaned in and sucked the rest straight from his cock while Briget licked it off of me and herself. I had only given him head for a while when he told me his knees were giving out. Briget and I separated like the Red Sea and he collapsed like the Pharaoh in between us. We started covering each other with licks and kisses. He sucked on my girl's tits, (yes, for the first time I thought of her as my girl...) He mentioned that the lube was the best ever. I removed his pants and sucked on his cock some more. Faced with this spectacle it was no wonder we were all getting hard and wet again in record time.

She moved down and started licking the places on Brian's cock where I wasn't licking. 

Our lips met over his oozing slit and we kissed. "Denny-man," she said. "Will you please fuck me from behind?" I kissed her again and said I would love to.

As she continued sucking on Brian's prick I moved in behind her and lined myself up for a wonderful ride. I had done this with Jackie, what only seemed like hours ago and now I was doing it with Briget. Though Jackie's ass was nice, it was kind of skinny. Briget's had a bit more substance. She was far from fat, just... built. Tits like Briget's, on someone like Jackie or even Eva, would have been way too much. But on Briget they were just right... I lined my prick up to the valley under her ass hole, and with her help, I slid it home. She was so hot and so tight; it was like my wildest dreams coming true. I drove her slowly at first and gradually picked up speed.

"Come on Denny," moaned Brian. "Fuck her man, fuck her, that's it, fuck her right into next fucking week, oh Briget that feels so good, keep sucking me oh yeah..."

Briget lifted off Brian and said "Switch!" She turned around and pushed me over and dove onto my cock while Brian got up on his knees and started fucking her the same way I had. It was so depraved, so slutty and so hot. Brian looked at me blew me a kiss. Any other time I would have cracked up laughing, but this time was cool. 

She was going wild, getting fucked so hard she had to brace herself with one arm against my chest. She was keeping up a steady suck on me. After a few minutes of this she muttered 'switch' again and she moved up and sat on my cock. Brian moved around and put his knees on either side of my head so Briget could suck him. He was getting close, I could tell and he was hunching into her. She was doing a great job; I knew how hard it was to take that cock even half-way. 

I had a hold of her ass fucking her with all my might and she was sucking my best friend, while I watched from below. Finally he came and she moaned as a thin string of cum dropped from her mouth and landed on my cheek, just too far away for me to reach with my tongue. But I swear to God, it sent me right over the edge and I came deep in her sweet pussy. After he finished, Brian fell off to the side and Briget looked down at me and smirked, then leaned down and kissed me. Brian's cum rolled from her mouth to mine and back again while we hugged our sweaty and wrung out-bodies together.

Brian got off the bed and we kept kissing. "So," she said, "how was that?"

"That was great... but, uh, what about... well-"

"What about me? You wanna know if I came?" I nodded. "So ask."

"So, Briget... did you cum?"

"Only about eight fucking times." We laughed together. I was becoming attached. "Bri gave me a good one, but you gave me the most. The best was having you cum in me..." We just lay there looking at each other.

The toilet had flushed and Brian came back in a moment with a joint and three cans of beer. We disengaged and made room for him beside us.

Though it was Sunday morning I figured we sure weren't going to church. I took a beer and the joint when it came my way. Then I thought of something and looked at Brian. "So, how did you get in here?"

Briget raised her hand. "Oh that's just dumb luck. I was getting dropped off by the taxi when he came strolling up like a prodigal."

"I was worried I'd have to wake you up at seven thirty. That would have sucked." He paused to take a hit of the joint and passed it to Briget. "I hung out in the living room and I was trying to... well, keep to myself. But, you know..."

We all sort of nodded, understanding.

"So, uh..." he continued, "thanks for letting me join in."

"So how did it go with Jackie?" I asked.

He shrugged. "All right. She was in a shitty mood and we had a scrap. She must have been close to her period and--" He realized that he wasn't with 'just the guys' and he froze, sheepish and embarrassed and looked at Briget. 

"Don't worry, Brian," she said. "It happens to all of us. Just watch your nuts when mine hits."

We all broke up laughing over that one and I knew I had a peach. Brian left after the joint was finished and Briget and I resumed nuzzling and kissing and when we had got ourselves sufficiently worked up, I made my way down her body kissing those breasts softly and finally lapped the nicest smelling, sweetest pussy I had ever come close to. It was so exceptionally good it totally beggared description. It was rich and musky and as cleanly fertile as a rain forest and just as wet. I did my best to pleasure her and I must have succeeded. She had a prominent clit and I really worked it over. She rammed my head deeper and deeper onto her and moaned quietly, mindful of Brian in the next room. For one who loved to talk during sex as much as she did, she didn't say a word for almost the whole time.

I felt like a king when she came, hot and wet. I licked all the ambrosial juices I could. I was enjoying it so much, she finally told me to stop because she was getting sore. So we cuddled and napped and kissed for the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon.

She showed me the bag of presents she had brought over. There was another bottle of flavored lube and two ratty and dog-eared magazines with pictures of women and men in all kinds of sexually explicit poses. They were magazines that I had never heard of and Briget said they were underground publications. Whatever they were, it was good porn. Last, there was a small vibrator, slender and gently pointed at the tip. Smiling, she twisted the base cap and it buzzed to life. She shut it off.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"Nothing right now. We'll save it for later..."

For the rest of the afternoon we paged through her dirty books (and mine), and Brian heated up the casserole for Sunday supper. He actually brought it to us in bed. 

Briget and I exchanged phone numbers in the kitchen and kisses at the front door while we waited for her taxi. When I got back to the apartment, Brian said that my boss had just called. The message was that one of the regular full-timers had had a parent die, and would I be able to fill in until at least Thursday?

With school out for the week it would be great. Extra coin was nothing to be sniffed at.

It would help fill in the days of the week until I could see her again.



Briget Ch. 03



This is a continuation of the ‘Briget’ series. It is a story about people. It would be beneficial to read the other two parts to see how the characters got here. Sometimes it may take a while to get to the actual fucking, but it’s never far away.

I have urged Dennis to begin posting his stories here as well. It's all connected, one way or another. I hope you enjoy them.

**

Working the day shift was a nice change. I worked in a restaurant close to downtown. It was sort of up-scale and the clientele was great and they tipped well. I had worked there for a while and I knew the menu so it wasn’t much of an adjustment. It was just the lunch rush instead of the dinner rush. Big deal. The first two days went well. 

I talked to Briget Monday night on the phone. We both worked hard during the day and needed each other to unwind. We just chatted about things like how our days went and all that. Nothing overtly sexual.

But Tuesday night we talked about our days, then she asked me if there were any hot chicks working there that I’d like to fuck. I hemmed and hawed about wanting only her and she called bullshit and told me that it was only natural; since I was a guy I would want to fuck anything that moved. She told me she had the same fantasies about the people she worked with, so I told her about Karen, this quiet, wallflower type waitress with a huge set of breasts. She wasn’t beautiful, but her tits... oh boy. 

Briget had me describe them in detail, or at least what I thought they’d look like and feel like out of their harness. I could tell she was getting as turned on as I was talking about sucking and licking them. 

We were getting used to employing language as just another tool to get each other off. 

I gently stroked my cock and went on to describe taking Karen’s pants off and licking all the way up from her toes to finally suck on her cunt. There was a gasp on the other end of the line. 

I asked Briget what she was doing.

“What do you think? I’m getting myself off, silly! Are you?”

I admitted that I was and Karen was forgotten for the time being. I asked her what she was doing to herself.

“I’m circling my clit right now, ohhh, I’m really wet... Where’s Brian,” she asked.

“He’s with his grandparents... His grampa’s having some health problems.”

Briget sighed. “That’s too bad. He could help you out. He could suck your cock for you while I listened and it would be so cool. I’d love to see it in person again, but I’d settle for just hearing it...”

I was starting to stroke faster at the thought of it. “Where’s Roslyn?”

“Well, my sweet little roomie is on the chair across from me, watching me... She’s wearing a tank top and nothing else. Remember what her pussy looks like?”

I said that I indeed remembered.

“Well, she’s rubbing her pussy and sticking a finger in now and then... oh! Now its two fingers, oh baby you should see it.”

I could picture it just fine and with a moan I came all over my belly, with one shot reaching all the way up to my throat.

There was a moan down the phone line. “Oh what was that? Did you just cum?” I just groaned in response. “Lick it up, Denny-man. Lick it off your fingers...”

I did, making sure she could hear all the slurps that went along with it. There was a shriek on the phone and I asked what she was doing.

“I’m not d-doing anything, uh—Roslyn just crawled across the floor and she’s... she’s licking me out good, ohh, Denny, can I call you tomorrow?”

I said sure, and told her to have a good time. 

I was just about to tell her that I loved her and decided it was too soon for that. I didn’t want to scare her off. We said goodbye and hung up. I pictured Briget and Roslyn getting it on half way across the city. But then again that were people having sex all over the world. It was just nice to think that now I was one of them.

**

She called me on Wednesday saying that her and Roz had to go shopping for food, the cupboard was bare. She made me promise to call on Thursday.

Brian was spending more and more time at his grandparent’s place. His grandfather had taken a turn for the worse and Brian was helping out both at home and at the hardware store he owned. So, I didn’t see too much of him. He had a key now and he came and went as he pleased.

**

Thursday was a challenge at work. The manager had called in sick and being most senior, I was put in charge: a first for me. It was hyper-busy and one of the servers screwed up big time and we had to write off a whole table. 

Anya, the server, nearly flew completely off the handle when she dropped a tray of dirty dishes later that afternoon. I helped her pick them up and could see her smallish breasts straining in her bra against the material of her blouse. I thought idly about cumming all over them but I remembered I had a girl I could do that with as soon as I saw her. Coming back to the real world, I looked at Anya and half-joking asked, “So what is up with you, butterfingers?”

Her head was down picking up shards of broken plate. She distinctly muttered “Fuck you...” under her breath. When she looked up at me, she could tell I heard it. She looked sorry immediately.

“Would you like to talk about it?” I asked, taken aback. I had had a stressful day and I didn’t feel like taking any crap from a subordinate when I hadn’t even asked to be put in charge.

“No.” She shook her head. “Sorry. Look, if you wanna talk after the shift?... I’ll buy you a beer?”

I told her I’d see her in the lounge later. She nodded, dumped the garbage in the pail and walked off. I watched her ass as she went and thought of what Briget said. 

The rest of the afternoon was okay. At four I was done. The manager called in to say that he’d be in tomorrow and the person I was replacing would be back as well, so I had a day off until my Saturday night shift. 

“It’s just as well,” I said. I told him about the troubles this afternoon. He said to go and have a drink and relax.

When I got to the lounge, Anya was sitting alone in a booth, twisting a straw in her rum and coke. She smiled ruefully as I sat down and lit a smoke. I didn’t know what to say so I just waited for her. I was looking for the waitress so I could get a beer and Anya put up a hand to stop me. She swallowed the rest of her drink and put the glass on the table.

“Lets go somewhere else. I don’t want to talk here.”

There was a neighborhood bar across the street that looked like a dive but was pretty nice inside. We’d go over there.

As we walked in the sunshine, I copped another look at her. We had been coworkers for a while, but not really friends. She nearly always had a boyfriend. But, we always said hello to each other and socialized in the group at parties. 

She was about twenty and looked to be part Asian, but not in any truly exotic way. Her light brown skin was faultless. She was slender but not skinny and kind of pretty. She had a nice smile and was usually friendly. That’s why I asked to talk to her; she was in a shitty mood. Something was bugging her. 

Or maybe it was something else.

The bar was fairly deserted. We took a booth near the back.

We gave our drink orders and just sat there. Finally she spoke. “Can I ask you a question Dennis? You don’t have to answer.” I shrugged my shoulders. She looked at her hands then looked me in the eye. “Are you gay?”

To say I hadn’t expected it would be an understatement. I guess my jaw dropped. “Like,” she continued, “it doesn’t matter if you are... well, we’re just curious.”

“Who’s we?” I croaked.

The drinks came and we shut up. When the coast was clear, she said, “Me and some of the girls at work. I mean, we never see you with a girlfriend and you don’t hit on any of the girls there and well, we were just wondering.”

“No, I’m not gay and what does this have to do with you telling me to fuck off this afternoon?”

She covered her mouth with her hand to suppress a giggle. “Oh, I’m so sorry about that” she said, “it had nothing to do with you... Okay, here’s the story.”

She bummed a smoke and we leaned across the table from one another.

She had just broken off with her boyfriend and she was really pissed off at life in general. He had basically shit on her at every turn and had taken her for granted. So when she told me to fuck off she was telling, well, men in general to fuck off. She apologized and I accepted.

We ordered another round. “So what’s this got to do with my being gay?”

She looked at me open and honest and said, “Well you can talk to gay guys about all this stuff. They’re supposed to give good advice about relationships and all that.”

“Well, Anya, I’m not gay. I just don’t like hitting on girls at work because I usually suck at it, and it just causes problems. But maybe I should have.”

“Maybe. Karen had the hots for you at one time. She would have gone for you.”

“Karen?” I made the universal sign for ‘large breasts’ with my cupped hands in front of me. “That Karen?”

She snickered and nodded. “Yeah. She lives upstairs from me and we got drunk one night and she confessed. It was kind of cute, she’s so shy and naïve...” 

We had a laugh about that. We talked about other things, but for her, everything kept coming back to her old boyfriend. Finally, I had enough. “Look, Anya, I may not be gay, but I can still give you advice about relationships... I think you’re better off without him. Don’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right... I guess I needed someone else to say it, too.”

**

By six thirty, we were well on our way to getting pissed. The bar had filled up and it was getting noisy so she moved over to my side of the booth. The booths were high-backed and pretty private. We were getting close and comfortable. We talked about a lot of things. We were laughing and giggling. And drunk. She put a hand on my knee one time to emphasize a point and pulled it back immediately, smiling. I guess you could say we were flirting. It was so much easier now that I had a bit of confidence.

Like any time when I was so close to any woman, I was getting horny.

As talk ultimately moved toward sex, I took the bull by the horns when the opportunity arose.

I spoke quietly so only she could hear. “I’m bi.”

She froze; her rum and coke in mid-air, her eyes and mouth wide open. “What?” I guess it did come from left field.

“I’m bi.”

“Bisexual?” It was like she couldn’t believe it.

“Yeah.” I smiled. I was getting easier to admit it all the time. I was nearly drunk enough to shout from a rooftop. “I’m going with this girl I just met and... and she’s great, and I’ve had sex with a guy and I like that, too.”

“Excuse me...I gotta-” She edged out of the booth and went to the can.

I ordered another round. I was really hoping she’d stay. I could ask her for advice about Briget.

**

When she got back I noticed her hair. All afternoon it had been in a ponytail pulled back from a side part and now it was loose and cascading over her shoulders, shimmering and black as coal. It framed her breasts, looking great against the white shirt we wore as uniforms. The black tie we also wore was loosened and hanging down the middle. 

She sat and turned on the bench seat facing me. She put an elbow on the table, a hand purposefully on my thigh, leaned close and whispered, “Tell me everything, Dennis. Everything.” 

I sang like a canary.

**

One hour later we were driving downtown to one of the fancy hotel bars in the core area: The Clark. Anya really shouldn’t have been driving: we were both drunk, but it wasn’t too far. She was careful and we arrived without incident.

“What if she doesn’t like me?” Anya was nervous as we walked through the parking lot.

“She’ll like you,” I said, “but that’s why we’re meeting somewhere neutral. If one or the other doesn’t want to go through with it they can just leave and no one is hurt.” 

“What if I don’t like her?” 

I laughed out loud and considered the astronomical chances of that happening. “Like I said, just say you have to go home and that’s it. No problem.”

We were still in our work uniforms so we looked good and fit in with the other clientele. We found a low, small table for three and sat down. I was facing the door. We ordered drinks and waited for Briget.

**

When I told Anya my story in the bar, she leaned close and listened intently. Once and a while she’d lick her lips or interrupt to ask questions. Like, what was it like to suck a big cock, and how do you decide who does what in a threesome. I told her all about Brian and me, and Briget and me, and Briget and me and Brian and Jackie, and Briget and Roslyn and me. I could see how she reacted in disbelief; I could barely believe the story myself as I told it. But I swore that it was true and she said she believed me.

After I finished, I lit up smokes for the both of us. Anya was damn near panting. She didn’t speak for a while, then she turned to face me. “Call her.” It was barely a whisper, hoarse and desperate.

“What?”

“Call her and see if she’ll meet us. See if she’ll fuck me, ‘cause I wanna fuck her and I wanna try being bi, too.”

I wasn’t prepared for this except on some kind of subconscious level. My cock was ready on all levels and it was immediately diamond hard. I had to try and be discrete as I repositioned it.

She watched me do it. “Are you hard?” she asked. “Are you horny?” I nodded, mute. “Because I am dripping... I really want to try doing it with a girl. Tonight.”

I sort of wavered, not knowing whether Briget would go for it, but at the same time, hoping she would.

Anya wasn’t having any of my equivocation. She pointed a finger at me and her green, almond-shaped eyes flashed in mock anger. “You gotta do this!” she quietly hissed. “There’s not gonna be another time that I’m this ready to try this. I’m drunk and horny and it’s all your fault, boy, telling me those stories about sucking cock and fucking all those girls, so you better call this Briget and you better call her quick.” Then she smiled.

I smiled back. “What am I supposed to do while you’re with Briget?” 

“Well, Dennis,” she laughed, “since you’re not a complete faggot, I’m sure you could figure something out.”

**

I called Briget and caught her at home. Roslyn was at the library.

“You’re not going to believe this,” I said, and told her about my afternoon with Anya. I was ready for her to yell and hang up, but she immediately responded by coming up with a plan. “Give me forty-five to get ready. Meet me at the bar in the Clark Hotel, and if she wants we can try it out.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

“Okay, see you at quarter to nine... and Denny? I love you.” She quietly hung up.

**

Anya was getting more nervous as time went on. At nine o’clock Briget was late and Anya was taking it as a rejection. When Briget walked in it was like my world stood still. 

She was dressed in a modest, knee-length black skirt with a silky, cream-colored blouse with a black blazer. She must have been wearing a push-up bra, for her cleavage was glorious. Her thick auburn hair was pulled loosely off to the side and bound with a simple green bow. She looked like a professional woman after work, calm and reserved; about 180 degrees from the naughty girl I was falling in love with. 

She spied us and walked to our table. I noticed with no small amount of pride that heads were turning to watch her pass. She was smiling and I stood up to meet her. She had low heels on and we were eye to eye. I kissed her on the cheek she demurely offered me, and then turned to Anya, who sat there with somewhat stunned look on her face.

“Anya, this is Briget, Briget, Anya.” 

“Very pleased to meet you, Anya.”

Anya took Briget’s hand when it was offered her and the handshake seemed to linger. I moved to the other chair and allowed Briget to sit beside Anya.

I had nothing to worry about. After some initial hesitancy and awkwardness, the two girls got on great. I even felt left out as they talked about all sorts of things. They sealed their bond when Briget seconded my opinion that she was far better off without her boyfriend. Soon they were laughing like old friends; clinking their drink glasses and everything.

I sat back and watched Briget. She had told me, when we met, that she always wanted to be a lady in public and a total slut in private. I was seeing nothing but classy behavior as we sat in the hotel bar. I had switched to coffee because there was no way I was going to miss any of what might happen tonight. If anything was going to happen: I hadn’t received any concrete signals either way.

We had been there for about forty minutes when Briget announced that she had to go to the ladies room, and would Anya like to join her?

I sat there and watched as they disappeared around the corner. I lit another smoke and waited. And waited.

When they came back to the table it was fairly nonchalant. They sat for a moment, then Briget nodded her head and they leaned over the low table and motioned for me to join them there. 

Briget looked at Anya. “Go ahead.”

“Well,” stammered Anya. “I... I would really like to spend the night with the both of you.”

“Doing what?” prodded Briget. This had obviously been discussed in the washroom.

Anya’s voice dropped to a quiet growl. “Fucking.”

Briget looked at me. “Denny-man?”

My heart was in my throat, but I took the cue. “I would be honored to spend the night with the two most beautiful women in the entire city...fucking.”

Anya’s chest was rising and falling at a greater rate. She bit her lower lip.

“And I just want to say,” said Briget, looking between Anya and I, “that I would really enjoy sucking and fucking, being fucked and sucked by the two of for the rest of the night.”

I looked at the two women with me. Hearing the coarse and vulgar language being used by the both of them, outwardly so sweet and demure; made my cock as hard as it had ever been. 

Briget was flushed. She reached for her purse. “I say we go.”

**

I drove Anya’s car, with Anya between Briget and I crowded in the front seat. Nothing much happened but the tension was unreal. We stopped for a six pack just to keep the buzz going. We parked and hurried out of the car and up the stairs into Anya’s little apartment. She locked the door when we got in and we sort of stood there, just looking at each other, sort of nervous. Anya went over to her answering machine when she saw the light blinking. She pressed the button.

A plaintive voice crackled from the tinny speaker. “Anya? It’s Karen. Where are you? We were supposed to go out tonight! You should have told me you were going to ditch me, you little... Well, call me when you get in. Please.” 

“Aw shit,” moaned Anya, “Karen! I forgot all about that. It’s her fucking birthday and I promised to take her out for a drink... Shit!”

Briget walked over to Anya and wrapped her arms around the smaller girl from behind. Anya stiffened for a moment and then sighed and relaxed as Briget’s hands ran slowly up her belly to lightly cup her breasts. “Why don’t you call this Karen now?”

Anya sighed again. “I’ll call her tomorrow...” She spun around and the two girls kissed, once, twice, and then deeply for about a minute with their hands all over each other. When they broke apart, Anya cocked her head at me to come over, too. When I got there she turned to me and pulled me into a sensual deep French kiss. 

I could taste Briget’s lips like bruised grapes on hers. She pressed her little tits against me and ground her pelvis into my growing cock. I grabbed and squeezed her ass and pulled it into me, grinding. I felt up one of her tits and she just about squealed. We were getting really hot and Anya broke from the embrace and looked at me red-faced and breathing raggedly.

“I... I really gotta go to the bathroom. Wait here.”

Briget spoke from behind us. “Don’t worry.”




Briget Ch. 03



We turned to look at her and she was standing there in only her skirt. Her full tits swayed seductively. She tweaked her nipples and they stood out, just begging to be sucked. Anya gasped beside me and muttered “Oh... my... God...”

Briget unzipped the fly on the side of the skirt and shoved it down her hips. She hadn’t worn panties; just thigh hugging nylons like she wore the night we first met. Other than that, she was fully naked and I wanted her real bad. But at the same time I didn’t mind sharing. I never did. “We’re not going anywhere, Anya.” She ran a sultry finger up her naked cunt, wet from her arousal. “Get going. But hurry back.”

Anya shook herself from her reverie and almost ran to the bathroom. When the door closed, I walked over to Briget and took her in my arms. “You really are beautiful...”

“Thanks.” 

“And I love you, too.” 

Her eyes met mine and she smiled almost shyly. “I didn’t know if you heard me or not, because you didn’t say anything.” 

“I heard you. I was just kind of... shocked. Happy, but shocked.” She leaned in to kiss me. We exchanged a long deep kiss. She pulled away slightly to look at me.

“Okay, now we’ve said ‘those words’ and it didn’t kill either of us.” She paused and then her words tumbled out all in a rush. “I’ve thought a lot about this and there’s two ways we can go now. If you want to be a ‘real couple’ and be, I guess, exclusive, we can do that, and that would be fine with me. Really, because I love you and I even like you ... or, we can still be a couple and do things like we’re doing now, because I really like doing them, and it’s really fun doing them with you. I really don’t care; either way is fine.

“But if we go with number two, we’ll have three rules. One, don’t do anything behind my back. Tell me you’re going to do it first, and then, tell me all about it later. Tell me everything. I’ll do the same. Two, whenever the other calls, we will be there. It may cost a fortune in taxi fares, until you or me can afford a car, or until we decide we want to move in together, but we have to be there for each other. And three, be careful... there’s all sorts of diseases out there and if you give me a dose of the clap I will be really pissed off. And that will be the end of everything. Got it?” 

She let this sink in and looked at me apprehensively. “What do you think?”

“You’ve obviously thought about this.” I said. She nodded. “I agree... to everything. I’m having too much fun to think about not doing... all this. And I love fucking you. I love your tits and I love the way you cum and I want to keep fucking you and watching you get fucked by other guys and other girls and I want to do this forever.”

She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me again. One of her hands dropped down to caress my hard cock through my pants.

“So,” I asked, “what happened in the washroom at the bar?”

She smiled. “Oh, Denny, that’s a good one--”

The bathroom door opened behind us. 

“I’ll tell you later.” She whispered and we both turned to look. Anya stepped hesitantly into the small living room. She was wearing a bright red lace bustier that pushed up her cleavage and left her navel bare. It was right out of the Frederick’s catalogue. It left the tops of her tits, including her small, dark brown areola and erect nipples delightfully exposed. She also wore a pair of matching panties with the crotch split open, showing just a fine wisp of jet-black pubic hair.

She looked like a schoolgirl from the neck up. Her hair was parted in the center now, in two long pigtails off to each side. The innocence was breathtaking, but in combination with her slutty costume it was too much. 

“That is gorgeous, Anya...” Briget was almost drooling.

“You like?” she asked shyly, stroking on a pigtail. She walked to where we were entwined, smiling.

“Oh, yeah,” we both whispered in unison.

“Well, it was something that Jerry was going to be able to see me in, then see me out of or just fuck me in but he can go right to hell and fuck the devil. It was going to be for a special occasion...” She smiled. “So here we are.” She kept shifting from one foot to the other like a five-year old, still not sure about anything.

“Anya, come here...” Anya came to us and we enveloped her in hugs. We all kissed and groped each other, looking forward to what was going to happen.

Finally, Briget pulled away. “It looks like Denny-man is totally over-dressed, Anya.” She whispered something in Anya’s ear and they smiled. Briget went behind me. She started taking off my tie and working at the buttons on my white shirt. Anya went to her knees and started working at my belt and zipper while I kicked off my shoes. 

Anya dropped my pants as Briget removed my shirt. She ran her hands over my chest, and tweaked my nipples as Anya lifted me out of one leg then another. She threw them off to the side and ran her delicate hand over my hard cock, still encased in my briefs.

“Go ahead,” said Briget. “It’s just perfect for sucking...”

Anya lifted the waistband over my cock and pulled the briefs over my thighs and pushed them to the floor where I flicked them off to the side near my pants. Briget was still rubbing my chest and stomach. Anya rubbed up my thighs and took my cock in one hand and my ass with the other. She tentatively licked the underside with a pink, cat-like tongue, looked up at me and then took the knob into her mouth and licked and sucked. She continued for a moment then plunged down on it as deeply as she could.

Briget crouched beside her. “Oh you look so good sucking his cock, it’s so hot...” She moved behind her and started pulling and squeezing the nipples poking over the top of her lingerie. Anya started moaning and bucking back into Briget’s naked tits, still jacking and sucking me. She took her hand off my ass and brought it behind her to stroke Briget’s.

“So what do you want, Anya, darling?” Briget breathed. I could barely hear her, she was whispering in Anya’s ear. “Do you want him to cum in your mouth? Do you want him to cum in your sweet cunt? Or do you want him to cum all over your lovely tits... hmmm, I love that, when he jerks off all over my tits, and then he licks it all off--”

Anya pulled her mouth off my cock with an audible slurp. “Let’s go.” She got up and went to the closed door that I assumed was her bedroom. She looked at us. “Come on.” I grabbed the beer. Briget and I held hands as we followed.

When we got there, Anya was throwing stuffed toys and dolls onto the floor clearing a space on her futon. Her beautiful ass was pointed right at us and Briget squeezed my hand intensely at the sight. She moved her other hand to squeeze my cock, too. Anya finished and turned and sat on the bed. She wasn’t smiling; she was almost wild with barely contained lust.

“So what do you want, Anya?” asked Briget as she led me to the bed by my hard cock. “We’re not mind readers. You have to tell us exactly what you want. And then we’ll do it. Okay?”

She stood to face us. “I want Dennis to fuck me, right now.” She reached down and started to pull down her panties. Briget stopped her.

“No,” she said. “They’re soooo slutty. Let him fuck you with them on.” 

She whispered something else in Anya’s ear. I began to realize there was an element of Briget’s character that made her take charge in most sexual situations, but I was okay with it. There was no way I could initiate what she did. Again, I was just following orders. For now...

Anya lay back on the futon mattress and spread her legs. “Come on, Dennis, let me feel that cock of yours in me...” All innocence was gone as she took the lacy edges of her panties and pulled them open to show us her pink, wet pussy.

I put down the beer and climbed in between her legs as my girlfriend watched. I edged up further and my cock was pointing right at the target. Briget took it in hand and guided it home. It was weird to feel the edges of her panties rub against my cock. I slid in all the way ‘til my balls rested on the cloth over her asshole and she hissed between clenched teeth. I was right on top of her fucking her and her fingernails etched a light pattern on my back and ass. Briget was close to the two of us, keeping up a commentary of how hot it looked to see her boyfriend fuck such a hot little slut...

Anya couldn’t do much but moan and whimper.

“You like this?” Briget asked. Anya moaned something that sounded affirmative. “Have you ever been with two other people?” She moaned a negative response. “And you’ve never been with a girl?”

“Nooo...”

“But you want to? Would you like to suck my pussy?”

“Yesssss,” she hissed as I kept on fucking her. "I want to suck your pussy." I was willing myself not to cum.

Briget looked at me. “Sit back, and get her ass on your lap.” I pulled Anya back and up and when I did, Briget stuffed a big pillow under the other girl’s lower back, so I was on my knees and fucking straight into her, holding her ass up. I held her legs straight up against my chest for a while, then wrapped them high up around my waist so I could squeeze her exposed, hard nipples when Briget wasn’t sucking them. 

It was a comfortable position for me and I must have been hitting some good spots for Anya, because her hands were clenched rigid at her sides. Her eyes were wide and her mouth opened and closed spasmodically. She was getting a bit louder and she wrapped her legs tight around me and came with a small shriek. She grabbed my upper arms and thrashed back and forth on the mattress. I slowed down, too, but stayed deep in her.

“Oh, baby,” whispered Briget when she started to come down, “was that a good cum?” Anya nodded her head, huffing and puffing and sweating. “You want another one?” Anya nodded again, more forcefully.

Briget opened the front laces of Anya’s bustier and discarded it. “Go on Denny, keep fucking her...” I began fucking her again. Anya’s tits were nice and firm and Briget leaned down to suck and kiss them. It only added another layer to Anya’s enjoyment and she squealed pleasurably. Briget moved the pillows from around the head of the bed and climbed up there, facing me. I knew what was going to happen. Briget leaned down to kiss Anya from above and tweak her nipples.

“You know what you’re going to do now?” asked Briget. Anya nodded. “Do you really want to do this?” 

“Yes,” whispered Anya and Briget inched toward me, and placed her dripping, naked pussy over Anya’s face. She held herself up and waited for Anya to make the first move. She looked at me and smiled and cupped her tits in her hands. “Keep fucking her Denny.”

I saw Anya’s first move. She lifted her hands up to caress Briget’s nylon-covered thighs and craned her neck up. Her pink tongue edged out of her mouth hesitantly she and ran it from the front to the back of Briget’s dripping slit. Briget shuddered and moaned and squeezed her tits harder. Anya did it again and again and pulled Briget down into her face. 

Briget sighed and nestled down onto Anya’s face and let the girl have her first taste of pussy. They were both enjoying it. I was really close to cumming and picked up the pace. By the way Anya was moaning and the way her cunt walls were squeezing me, she must have been cumming again as well. Yet, she didn’t miss a lick on Briget’s pussy; she was sucking deeply the whole time. I leaned in to give each of Briget’s bullet-like nipples a suck. She moaned happily. I began to pump harder. My balls were on fire and I was going to cum and I told her so.

Then, beside Briget on the bedside table, the extension phone rang quietly. Briget, even in her throes of passion, smiled mischievously. I didn’t think she’d do it, but, just as I groaned and started pumping cum into Anya’s pussy, Briget picked up the phone.

She was bucking back and forth on Anya’s face, trying to be coherent. “H-hello, Anya’s place... Pardon? No she can’t come to the phone right now... may I ask who’s calling? Karen? Oh yes, she said- oh! She said it was your birthday! H-happy b-birthday!... No, she didn’t forget about you, Karen...”

I pulled out of Anya and sat back on the bed. A thin thread of cum stretched from the tip of my shrinking cock to Anya’s pussy; connecting us. Her pussy contracted and more cum dribbled out and pooled all over her underwear and the pillow beneath her. It was an awesome sight. Briget nudged me and mouthed ‘Karen?’ and I made the sign for ‘big breasts’ again. Briget smiled and nodded.

“Well, she just stepped to the washroom for a minute... I can have her call you when she comes out...” She looked at me. “Well actually, we are having a bit of a party... Pardon me? You want to come over?” Anya reacted and pulled out from under Briget and tried to stop her. Briget knew what she was doing.

“Well, I guess that’d be all right, Karen... Well, Anya’s here-” Anya covered her eyes at this point. Her face looked like the proverbial glazed pastry, shiny with Briget's juices. “And you know Dennis Boyd? You work together? Well, he’s here, too. And I’m Briget, a friend of theirs. Sure. Five minutes? Oh you just live upstairs... No, whatever you’re wearing is fine. Okay, Karen, see you then.” She hung up and smiled.

Anya hung her head. I was at one end of the bed and Briget was still at the other. Anya sat in the middle with he back against the wall, shaking her head. “She’s not going to understand... all this. She’s a sweet girl and she’s way too naïve to... she’s gonna freak out.”

Briget thought for a moment and turned to me. “So this is the girl with the tits that you were talking about?”

“Talking about what?” asked Anya. 

“Oh, Denny was telling me about wanting to suck her big, beautiful tits. And that what he’s going to do. Right, Denny?” 

“Right!”

Anya finally smiled. “Well, she’s gonna love that! It’ll be her dream come true!”

“She likes you?” 

I nodded sheepishly.

“Well that’s perfect, because Anya and I have some business to finish. And it’s just us girls, right? Denny, you keep Karen occupied, okay?” I saluted smartly. Briget pulled Anya in and kissed her and Anya’s hands started exploring Briget’s beautiful tits. I got off the bed. “And give her a treat, Denny-man, meet her at the door like that.”

I picked up a couple of the beer and padded naked across the room. I looked back from the doorway before closing it. Anya was standing on the futon reaching for the sky while Briget was peeling her cum-soaked panties off and diving in to eat her out.

I went to the washroom to piss and then came out to wait for Karen; naked as the day I was born.

**

I remember when Karen came to work at the restaurant last year. She wasn’t fat, just kind of short and solidly built. But, all of the guys were staggered by the size of her tits. They weren’t obscene, but they were big enough to elicit comment. But the girl they were attached to was shy, almost mousy and very quiet. She hardly went to any of the staff parties and she was rarely in the lounge having a drink after work. But, even if she wasn’t a social girl, she was a nice girl, and a hardworking waitress. She was barely old enough to drink.

When Anya said that Karen had been drunk, and confessed to a crush on me, it shocked me to my roots. That wasn’t like Karen at all. But then again, I was acting out of character, too, and now so was Anya. Who knew?

My thoughts were interrupted by a timid knock at the door. I stepped into the kitchenette, out of sight and said, “Come in!” The door opened slowly and Karen entered, peering around, unsure. 

She closed the door behind her. 

I peered around the corner and she was wearing a short blue silk kimono with the sash tight around her waist. Her short, dark brown hair brushed the collar of the kimono. It was kind of tousled. She was barefoot and carrying a bottle of wine that was half done. Either she wasn’t used to drinking, or there was another empty bottle somewhere, because she was weaving. “Dennis? Is that you?” Her speech was kind of slurred, too.

I stepped naked into the doorway between the kitchenette and the living area holding a beer. “Hi, Karen.”

She turned and looked at me. Her dark eyes grew wide and one hand clapped to her mouth to cover a loud gasp. She almost dropped the bottle of wine and she had to get a better grip on it. We just looked at each other for a moment. But her eyes kept dropping to my cock. It wasn’t hard, but it had just cum in a cute girl’s pussy: a pussy that my girlfriend was licking out in the next room. 

Finally she spoke. “Oh, god, you’re naked!” I nodded and started walking toward her. She took a step back and her ass hit the arm of the sofa. Her eyes narrowed. “What kind of party is this?”

“Well, whatever kind of party you want it to be.”

“Where’s Anya?”

“Well, she’s— kind of busy right now.”

Karen turned to look at the closed bedroom door and turned back to me. It was like she was partly mad and partly curious. “Is this a... a sex party? Is she in there with a boy? Is she in there... fucking another boy?” I could tell the word ‘fuck’ didn’t come naturally to her.

I couldn’t help smiling. “Not exactly.”

She suddenly broke for the bedroom door and I had to chase after her. I didn’t think she was mentally prepared to see her friend and my girlfriend doing what ever they were doing in there. I almost made it, but Karen was quick. She opened the door seconds before I got there. She had plenty of time to see what I saw when I got there. 

They were both naked now. Briget was flat on her back on the bed and Anya was on the floor on her knees with her face buried in Briget’s secret garden. 

Anya wasn’t paying any attention but I could see Briget open an eye in our direction, and smile ever so slightly. But she kept on moaning and urging Anya onward.

I took Karen by the arm and pulled her out of the room and closed the door. She looked like she had seen a ghost. I led her to the sofa.

“She- she’s a... a lesbian!”

I had to laugh. “No she’s not.”

“Who’s that girl then?”

“That’s my girlfriend, Briget.”

A light went on. “The girl I talked to. On the phone.”

“But they were... she’s a-”

“She’s not. You can like both. It’s called bisexual.”

“Bicycle?” She obviously hadn’t heard right.

“No, Karen, bisexual. You have sex with men or women.” I let this sink in. “I’m bisexual, too.” I walked around the coffee table and sat on a chair opposite her.

She sat down heavily and took a slug of wine and leaned back on the sofa. Before she arranged her kimono, I caught a glimpse of light blue panties. It was all a bit too much for her. Much to my surprise, she started crying. She wiped her nose and got up unsteadily. “Everyone... fucking... not fair...” She blubbered and staggered out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her. I was too stunned to try and stop her.

I didn’t know what to do so I lit a smoke and drank the rest of my beer and cracked the other. I crept over to the bedroom door but all I could hear were indistinct moans. I knew it would be great to join them again, but I’d let Briget decide when that was best. Like she said, it was ‘just us girls...’

I had turned on the TV and was looking for something to watch when a timid knock came on the apartment door again. I peeked out the little spy hole and lo and behold, it was Karen standing there. I opened up the door and she walked in, more composed than when she left five minutes ago. I guess she also removed her bra, for her breasts moved a lot more freely.

She turned to look at me. “I’m sorry about... crying. It was just a shock that’s all. It seems like everyone has someone except me.” She was feeling sorry for herself. “You’ve even got a girl. Everyone thought you were... you know...” I smiled. “So you’re not... like that.” I nodded. “You like girls then?”

“Oh yeah, Karen. I like them a lot.” I could tell she was dying to ask something, but couldn’t give it voice. Her eyes kept moving down to peek at my cock. It was starting to get hard with the movement of her breasts and all her attention. 




Briget Ch. 03



She looked back at the bedroom door and I thought I had better distract her. I closed the gap between us and when she turned I was close enough that if I were fully hard it would have poked her right under her huge tits. Surprised, she stepped back and sat heavily on the sofa again. I sat beside her before she could get up.

I leaned over and kissed her. She backed away, shocked. “What are you doing, Dennis?” 

“Kissing you. It’s a birthday kiss.”

“What about your girlfriend?” I thought of saying that Briget would probably want to kiss her too, but I only said, “I think she’ll approve...”

I kissed her again and this time she didn’t object. I tempted the fates by brushing her lips with the tip of my tongue. Hers crept out experimentally and hid away again. I broke off the kiss and leaned back. She sat there, flushed and waiting for me to approach again. Seeing I wasn’t going to, she leaned into me and kissed me. I had the chance that I had been waiting for and I cupped her big tit. It was meaty and firm. 

She stiffened and stopped kissing for a moment. Then it was like she mentally shrugged and figured ‘What the hell’ and went for it. I whispered a prayer to Bacchus, the god of wine.

It was a demon unleashed. She was an enthusiastic kisser and she locked onto my mouth and our tongues did a saber dance. I could taste the wine she had been drinking. She was puffing and getting really worked up. I peeled her robe away and, believe it or not, she drew her arm out of the sleeve and shrugged it off her shoulder. 

One huge tit was naked and I bent to suck it. She was one of these big-titted women who had pale, recessed nipples but when I started sucking them they came to life. She was coming to life, too. She gave several little gasps and moans and pulled my head in to her harder as I bent to my work. One hand brushed my cock and she pulled it away as if it burned her.

I was ready to pull the material aside to suck her other breast, but she pushed away and stood upin front of me. Her face was radiant. She dropped the other shoulder and the robe fell away. My hand went to my cock and started stroking it.

“Oh Karen... wow.”

She had obviously gone back to her place and removed her under things. She obviously meant business. She was totally naked. Her tits had a bit of gravitational sag, but still stood out proudly. Her light brown, newly aroused nipples rose and fell with her deep breaths. They were as wonderful as when I had fantasized about them. Wow...

“They’re too big,” she said and tried to cover them.

“They’re fucking gorgeous.” She took her hands away, pleased.

My eyes traveled downward. Her tummy was nicely rounded, like some Renaissance painting. My eyes fell to her close-cropped, brown pubic hair, and she covered it with her hands. I reached up and pulled them away. Her hair was shaved into a heart. I looked up at her. She was blushing furiously with embarrassment.

“That’s just lovely...”

“I... I did it back on Valentine’s Day. I was hoping that I’d get... you know, uh... but I never did... I kept it like that because... well... You sure your girlfriend...?”

I took her hands and drew her onto me, so she straddled my lap. Her pussy pressed my cock back into my belly. She was covered in gooseflesh and she shuddered and groaned. 

She settled down on me. I had a tit in each hand, squeezing and licking and occasionally sucking. “What do you want to do?” I asked.

She had her head back, and it came forward. “What?--”

“Are you a virgin, Karen?”

She blushed again. “No. Only once. But it... it wasn’t good.” As if by intuition she started flexing her pelvis up and down feeling my hard cock sliding between us.

“Do you want to again?”

“No. Not right now. I’m not on any... you know.” 

I nodded. I kissed her again. “So what do you want to do?” 

“I just want to feel you... all over me.” She hugged me close, pressing her tits against me, rubbing all over. We kissed. Her tongue was dueling with mine. My cock was starting to leak. She was getting hotter and wetter, too. But I was going to let her set the pace.

“Do you ever masturbate?” I asked.

“What!?” She drew back, totally shocked. 

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. “I do.”

She kept looking at me, deciding whether I was making fun of her or not. She relaxed a bit. “Well... yeah.”

“A lot?”

Her voice was low and confessional. “Yeah. A lot.”

“Maybe we can... start off slow,” I said, “you can watch me and I’ll... watch you.” I couldn’t tell her it’s how Brian got me started: drunk and horny.

“You want to... watch me do it?” she asked. “To myself?... And I can watch you?” She was warming to the idea, I could tell.

“Sure...” I lifted her off me and leaned her against the far arm of the sofa. We kissed for a moment and then I moved between her knees and started stroking my hard-on. Her eyes were like saucers. One hand slowly crept to the folds of her pussy. She licked a finger and started rubbing her clit with it: round and round, hard then gently. She moaned and lifted her ass off the sofa and slid a finger all the way down her slit and back again. It moved the lips apart and drove in. Her other hand started roughly tweaking her nipples. I moaned, this was fucking great to watch: a semi-virginal sweetheart getting herself off while looking at my cock.

I started talking low and sexy. “Is that how you do it? Is that how you do it every night? That looks so good... Ohhh, Karen that’s so hot, it’s gonna make me cum...”

When I said this, it was like I flicked a deep internal switch. She went wild, moaning and puffing, driving two locked fingers deep into her cunt while rubbing her clit faster and faster with the other hand. I could see she was getting very close. She was bucking her hips into her hands and the wet scent of raw sex filled the room. I stroked faster and faster, too.

The whole while, her eyes never left my cock. It was the center of her world. I knew I was going to cum and soon.

“Oh, Karen you’re so hot, I’m gonna cum, where do you want me to cum? Can I cum on you?”

Her eyes went wide. “Oh yes!” she almost screamed through clenched teeth, “Oh please do it on me! Cum on me Dennis, cum on me!”

I lifted my leg over and knelt beside her on the sofa. She never stopped doing herself and her eyes never left my cock. 

The first spurt laid a diagonal stripe across her far boob and her arm. I moved so the second landed in the alpine valley between her tits. She came then, bucking and mewling; her eyes closed. It went on for a good long minute while I emptied my load all over her stomach. 

I left go of my cock to balance against the back of the sofa and a dribble of cum hit her thigh. She opened her eyes at this point and looked at me. Then she looked over my shoulder and shrieked. 

I looked as well and Briget was standing there, still naked. She held one breast and was idly stroking her wet pussy and smiling. Karen covered her face with her cum-soaked hands and sobbed. Briget moved in and kissed me and whispered to me. I moved back on the sofa.

Briget sat where I had been kneeling and she smoothed the tousled hair on Karen’s brow. “Hey, Karen. How are you doing sweetie?”

“Oh my god,” moaned Karen, “what have I done?” She was on the verge of hysteria.

“Well, it looked like you came... and it looks like that bad, bad Dennis came too. All over you.” She dipped a finger in the thin ribbon of cum on the shocked girl’s belly and traced all sorts of patterns in it, before bringing it to her lips and licking it off with a sigh.

Karen leapt as if electrically shocked and peeked through a lattice of fingers. She looked at Briget, again finger-painting with my semen on her large, firm breast. “You- you don’t mind? You really don’t mind?”

“No, silly girl! You just had a good time. Didn’t you?”

Karen nodded, shyly.

Briget continued. “So did Dennis.” She leered wickedly. “And so did I! What’s the harm in that?”

Karen brought one hand away from her face... then the other. One hand lay on her stomach. Briget put her hand over it. 

“Well,” stammered Karen, “nothing. I guess.”

“‘Nothing’ is right! It’s just fun, right?”

“Right.” Karen smiled. It was hard not to, with Briget smiling at you. 

Briget leaned over and licked up another long strand of my pearl necklace. One hand was lightly caressing Karen’s left breast. “Hmmmm, that’s good.” She looked right at Karen. “Do you mind if I-”

Karen cut her off, answering quickly. “No, that feels nice.” 

Briget kissed the breast closest to her. “Have you had a good birthday, Karen?”

“Oh, yes...” 

“You ever taste cum?” Briget asked, changing the subject.

“N-no...”

Briget leaned over my last big pool and licked it up with a cat-like tongue. Karen’s eyes got wide with fright as Briget moved up ‘til they were almost face to face. From my end of the sofa I watched their full, heavy tits brush lightly, then crush against one another as Briget lowered her mouth to Karen’s. They softly kissed and moaned and traded my seed back and forth. 

Karen had put her hands on Briget’s shoulders as if wanting to push her away, but soon she just wrapped her hands around Briget’s neck and gave into the inevitable. Briget worked her way into a parallel position and the two of them melted into a gasping, grasping heap of feminine lust.

I was more or less pushed from my place; but then again, I had to piss anyway. I grabbed my beer and smokes and left the girls where they were. 

I took a peek into Anya’s bedroom. She was lying there, drinking one of the beer and looking well fucked. She saw me and waved her fingers weakly at me and smiled happily. I smiled back and waved and closed the door. I went into the bathroom and shut that door. Too tired to stand, I sat on the commode and drained myself away. I had my smoke and drank my beer still sitting there.

Yes, I thought, I had a girlfriend now. And because of her I was making all sorts of new friends and new discoveries. 

It was going to be wonderful if I survived.



Briget Ch. 04



We’re soon reaching the point where my story and Brian’s story will intersect for good. After this installment, we have decided to write the stories together. All Brian needs to do is finish his adventures in Colorado. 

Although he is happy with the response from the Literotica family, he is a lazy bastard when it comes to writing, so that may take some time. (He has been taunting me with the fact that his stories have garnered more feedback, while I just tell him to look at the votes...)

A note on the names... The facts are true, and the names are fiction, other than Brian’s, Briget’s and mine.


**

There were some good magazines in Anya’s bathroom and I read for a while as I drank my beer. I had another smoke while sitting on the can and let Briget and Karen do their thing. I came out of the bathroom a half-hour later and except for the TV playing a late movie, the world was still. Anya’s door was closed. I opened it a crack and peered in. She was asleep and snoring quietly. I walked over to the sofa and Briget and Karen were cuddled up together.

They both looked at me and smiled. Their hands were idly stroking each other’s tits and they both looked sweaty and wrung out but very happy. Briget’s shaven puss had a nice sheen to it, like she had just been kissed all over. Karen’s pubes had been shorn in the shape of a heart and the short hair was damp and matted.

I was still naked and my average-sized cock swung freely in front of me with the vague beginnings of a hard-on. Karen watched it move.

“Got a smoke?” asked Briget.

I fished one out of the pack. I offered one to Karen as a joke and much to my surprise she took it. I must have raised an eyebrow as I lit them both.

Briget blew out a gentle plume of smoke. “Karen has decided that she wants to be a bad girl, isn’t that right?” Briget leaned over and kissed Karen chastely on the cheek, while stroking one of Karen’s huge tits at the same time.

“Not just a bad girl,” cooed the blushing innocent. “A horrible girl. And Briget’s going to teach me, right?”

The two of them laughed together, but I wasn’t surprised. Briget was doing it again. She had led me out of my shell and then she had just done the same for Anya and then the plump little number beside her. We were all more than willing to be led.

Briget was only passing along what her roommate Roslyn had taught her. It was a circle. Roslyn had introduced Briget to bisexuality. I had been introduced to cock sucking by Brian and now I was convinced that being bi was the only way to go. I still hadn’t reached the point when I could start something with another guy besides Brian, but I felt the day was coming.

Karen only took a few drags from her smoke and decided that she didn’t want to be quite that bad, yet. She walked over to my ashtray and butted it out. She flashed me a smile as she flashed me her ass.

Briget changed position and when Karen came back she pulled the younger girl onto her lap. “So dear, what do you want to do?” She was like a naked Mrs. Claus. I almost had to laugh.

Karen blushed again. “Well,” she stammered, averting her eyes, “I’d really like, well... you know, to do it...”

“Do what, Karen?” This was another of Briget’s best maneuvers. She had an open, engaging personality that people were attracted to, and in turn people opened up to her. And when it came to sex, she made them speak their needs out loud. I found that it was partly to avoid any confusion about who wanted what, but also to get the person to verbalize what was usually only a deep dark fantasy. If Briget didn’t want to be a teacher she would have made a great psychiatrist.

To some degree I had used the same technique on Karen earlier. I got her to masturbate in front of me by admitting that I did it all the time. By telling her how hot it looked I was able to have her ask that I cum all over her huge breasts. Now Briget was getting Karen to talk about what kind of things she really wanted in her sex life. And I had a feeling I was going to be called upon to help.

If Briget asked me to do anything I was ready. Because of her, I had had more sex in the last two weeks than I had had before in my whole life, so I was ready to do what she asked. Besides it was something you could do for the person you loved.

“Well?” Briget’s question had been left hanging. What did Karen want? She’d have to say before anything happened.

“Well, the next thing I want...Well, I want to make love, I guess. With a guy.” Her eyes flickered quickly to my naked cock and away again.

Briget soothed Karen’s brow with one hand, brushing her short bangs away from her forehead. Briget left that idea hanging too. She motioned that I should come over and cuddle with them. I took our smokes and butted them out.

I nestled in beside Briget and Karen swung her legs over mine as she sat on Briget’s lap. Briget kissed me and gave Karen a nudge. Karen smiled bashfully and leaned in to kiss me, too. I could taste the last remnants of each other’s kitties on their lips and it was ambrosial. Karen’s tongue was now more forceful; more direct as she brought a hand up to stoke my cheek. I ran a hand up her thigh and around her ass before she leaned back and kissed Briget again.

“Do you really want to make love, Karen? Because you have to have someone you love to reciprocate. And that may take some time. Or you could find a guy and just...”

There was a silence, as the two girls looked at each other. Then a light went on in Karen’s eyes. “And just... fuck?” I could tell she was getting used to using that word.

Briget smiled like a teacher with a prize pupil. “Right!” she said softly, seductively. “You could just fuck. Just like me and Anya did, just like you and Denny-man did and... just like me and you did. It wasn’t actual fucking but you get the idea.”

Karen nodded thoughtfully, not looking anywhere. Then she looked at Briget. “I’d like to get fucked. By a guy... a nice guy.” She looked briefly, shyly at me. 

Briget squirmed on the sofa, with Karen’s ass still in her lap. “Oooh, Karen has that got you excited!” She reached between Karen’s legs and came out with a glistening finger. “You’re positively dripping, aren’t you? Aren’t you?” Karen nodded. “You’re horny.”

Karen giggled. 

So did Briget. “Then say it.”

“I’m horny. I’m wet and I’m horny and I want to get fucked.” Either she was still kind of drunk, or Karen had turned a corner in her sexuality.

Briget squealed and wriggled beneath Karen’s bigger bottom. “Oh my god! Every time you even think something dirty you drip a little more!” She looked at me and winked. “You should see how much she came when I ate her.” 

Karen covered her face in her hands, totally embarrassed. “Oh, stop it, Briget!”

“But it was yummy!”

Karen gave her lady lover a gentle nudge. “You make me sound like a freak,” she laughed.

“It just means that you were turned on. You were turned on, weren’t you?”

“Oh, yes...” she sighed. “More than I’ve ever been in my life!” She snuggled up to Briget and kissed her soundly. Briget sighed and started kissing her back. 

I was rubbing Karen’s ankles and calves and I was starting to get turned on, though my cock was barely responding after the punishment I had put it through tonight.

Briget and Karen broke their kiss and Briget looked at me. Her voice was low and sultry. “So Denny-man. Would you like to make a couple of ladies happy by fucking one of them right into next week?”

“You know Briget,” I said, “I’m right out of gas. I think I need to call the cavalry. What we need here is... well, Brian.”

Briget was ecstatic. “What a great idea! Two wonderful guys at once! How’d you like that, baby?” 

Karen’s mouth was wide open and her eyes glazed over. It was almost comical. She moaned and clamped her legs together. Briget smiled and looked at me. “I think she likes that idea. She just soaked me again! Feel that!”

I snaked a hand under Karen’s legs and felt Briget’s lap. Karen giggled like a schoolgirl as my hand tickled the soft parts of her. I could feel the dampness of which Briget spoke, and I probed for the source. I gently touched Karen’s labia and she was torn between a sigh and a scream. When I pulled my hand away it was quite soaked.

Looking in Karen’s eyes, I licked my sensually fingers. She moaned when I held up a finger for Briget to suck and she nearly died when I let her lick her own juice off the last digit. Her mouth sucked my finger all the way in, then let go.

“Oh, shit, I really want to fuck the both of you...”

Briget laughed. “We will, Karen, we will.”

Karen whined playfully and put her face in Briget’s shoulder. “But I have to work tomorrow. It’s nearly one-thirty and I’m gonna have a hangover and I have to open at 10... Can we do it another time? And you can call this other guy? And we can get together and... and...”

“And fuck, Karen?” prodded Briget.

“Yeah, and fuck... but I gotta get to bed now.”

At that moment Anya staggered out of her room in a red silk kimono. Her hair was a mess but her nipples were all I really noticed. “I thought I heard voices,” she said. “What’s up?” And then she noticed Karen cuddling naked on Briget’s lap. “Karen? Holy shit.”

Karen giggled and slid of my girl’s lap and advanced on Anya. “Yeah, you bitch! You bush out when you promised to go out with me...” She grabbed the lapels of Anya’s kimono and looked pissed off. Anya looked contrite and mumbled an apology. 

Karen smiled. “It’s okay, Annie. I had a great time and I forgive you.” She stood before her friend, and hesitating only a second, leaned in and kissed her. Anya was taken completely aback. She apparently got over it because she took the back of Karen’s head in her hands and pulled her in closer. The two of them kissed deeply for a brief moment, moaning and sighing. 

I snuggled closer to Briget. She grabbed my hand and drew it through the trail Karen’s wet pussy left on her thigh and then smiled at me. 

We watched the two girls embrace and kiss, with Karen’s bare tits mashed against Anya’s silk robe. Then they stopped and just looked at each other. Karen turned and grabbed her robe and put it on.

Looking at me, she smiled and said, “I guess I’m bicycle!” I just about fell off the sofa laughing and Briget and Anya looked at each other. I said I’d explain later.

Karen wished us all a good night and bounded happily out of the room.

Anya could just watch, shaking her head. “Fuck, I don’t believe it!” she muttered, then turned to us. “Hey, I hate to be a party pooper, but do you guys need a ride home?” Briget and I said that would be appreciated. “Get dressed and I’ll run you where you wanna go. I had a nap and I can’t sleep...”

Briget and I sorted through our clothes and got dressed while Anya went into the other room to do the same. 

“So tell me what happened in the washroom at the hotel,” I asked as the door closed behind our host.

“Well, we went in and she went to a stall. I followed her in and closed the door behind us. Then I took my hand and ran it from her thigh all the way up to under her tit, then I stroked the nipple with my thumb. I could feel it even through her bra. Well, she closed her eyes and just about melted right there. That nipple was like a rock. 

“So I leaned in and asked if I could kiss her and she just nodded so I kissed her and then I slid my hands around her and kissed her and held her ass and held her close. She was a bit shy at first but she got into it.”

Briget smiled. “Then I got all demure on her and told her to turn around while I peed and she did, then I did the same for her. Then when she stood up, I held her close and asked her if she wanted to fuck the night away with the two of us and she said yes. Then I told her what I wanted us to say when we got back to the table.

“And that’s what we did. Did you like it?”

“I thought it was the sexiest thing that ever happened. Like, just admitting that we wanted to use each other like that. You are fucking wonderful, girl,” I said.

She smiled. “And I hope I’m wonderful fucking!”



**

Anya drove us home. She didn’t mind dropping us off at our separate places, because Briget needed to get some sleep for tomorrow’s day of work. When she got out of the car, Briget leaned over and kissed Anya and thanked her for the wonderful evening. Anya grabbed her hand lightly before she could leave.

“I’m sorry I had kicked you guys out but I’m beat and I have to work, too.” There was a silence for a moment. “I... well, I want to thank you two. I don’t know if I’ll ever do anything like that again, but... well at least I’ve done it this once.”

Briget leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. She kissed me on the lips and said “See ya later”, and she was gone.

Anya drove me home. I kissed her on the cheek like Briget and told her that I’d see her at work sometime. When I got in Brian was snoring on the fold out couch. I debated waking him up, but just grabbed a beer and went to bed, reading one of Briget’s erotic picture-books until I fell asleep. 



**

I heard Brian in the kitchen when I woke up.

He was just going to knock on my door when I stepped out of my room and strolled naked to the bathroom.

“Nice ass,” he muttered and told me the food was ready.

We ate at the coffee table and watched morning TV. Something was bothering him, I could tell. When I asked him what it was, he said that they had taken his grandfather to the hospital the day before and he was going downhill fast. 

“I’m sorry,” I said. “Is there anything I can do?”

He just shook his head and kept eating. 



**

His grandfather died the next day and Briget and I went to the funeral out of respect. We didn’t see Brian for about two weeks after that because he moved in with his grandmother to help settle the family affairs. 



**

After the funeral, Briget stayed at my place from Thursday to Sunday and we had a great time. Roslyn had the flu and didn’t want anyone around to nurse her, so it worked out well. Briget and I were getting used to each other as friends and lovers. We cranked up the steam heat to a comfortable level and walked around naked all weekend long. 

We had planned on getting together with Karen for a threesome, but that fell through when she got her period. Besides she had just started on the pill again and needed another two weeks before it kicked in. So, it was just the two of us.

We went out to a movie on Saturday night and she demonstrated again that she was just fun to be around. She wore her hair up in a bun and her makeup was subtle and lovely. She wore a pair of glasses, something I hadn’t seen before. She said that she sometimes had a problem with distances, like in a theater. I told her she looked like a librarian and she laughed. 

We were both dressed up a bit, and she said that we looked like quite the couple. We held hands and snuggled during the movie and that was it. I tried to grab her breast but she gently slapped my wrist and said, “Librarians don’t do that sort of thing...” and we went back to watching the movie.

When we got back to my place, she got me a beer and sat me down in the armchair. She went to my bookshelf and took a book down. Looking at me over the tops of her glasses, she asked, “Do I really look like a librarian?”

I said she did. I started to get up and she pointed me back to my chair and told me to stay there. She put a tape in my cassette player, cranked the volume as loud as was acceptable to the neighbors and she started swaying to the music playing.

She put her hands on one of the shelves and with her feet apart, gently swung her ass back and forth. She moved to the middle of my living room and did a slow striptease. She was a really good dancer! And oh so sexy. As each article of clothing came off it sent more blood to my cock. Her bra landed in my lap. When she turned her back to wriggle out of her panties, she did so with her knees locked; her ass and bottom of her pussy was so inviting. 

She kept herself covered as best she could as she went, so it wasn’t just taking clothes off. She was really teasing me. She allowed me to adjust my growing cock as I sat there but wagged her finger at me when I tried to disrobe. I had to sit there in agony.

She covered her tits and brought the nipples up to kiss each one in turn until they were rock hard. Then she let them go and finally she shook her hair out, and took off her glasses and the transformation was complete. She went from looking like a librarian to a whore and I mean that in the nicest possible way. 

She stood there naked and still dancing, running her hands over her luscious body, stroking her tits, pinching her nipples. She dipped a finger in her pussy and pulled it out all shiny. This was turning her on as much as me. She crooked the wet finger at me; inviting me to stand and dance with her. I wasn’t a bad dancer but it was hard to keep a rhythm going while getting stripped and kissing all the while.

I’m not a big guy but sexual adrenaline is not to be scoffed at. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed with her red hair like a halo on the pillow. I slid my cock into her and we fucked passionately the most of the night.

“Thanks for the striptease,” I said later.

“Your welcome.”

“Did you have that planned?”

“I was going to do a strip for you one way or another. I didn’t plan on the librarian angle. That was just a bonus. Did it work?”

I showed her just how much.



**

I have to say right now that every time we did it wasn’t all spectacular, surprising sex, sometimes it was just really nice lovemaking: tender, and caring that each other was getting what they needed.

She did have a few surprises, though. 

The day before, we woke in the morning and kissed and cuddled for a while. Then we both went to the bathroom to freshen up. I came back to bed where she opened her legs for me. I went down on her for a few minutes until she drew me up to lick her own nectar off my face. She moaned out loud because she really liked doing that.

She urged me to fuck her and I willingly complied. Then she got me to put my legs outside of hers, so my cock was nicely pinched between her legs deep inside her cleft as we fucked. It was a new position and it was great for slow, leisurely fucking, but it was going to get even more different. We were enjoying each other when she dropped a hand to the floor beside the bed, but she wouldn’t let me see why. 

We were talking to each other like always, and looking deep into each other’s eyes, when I felt something slide down the crack of my ass. It was hard and cool and slippery. I stopped fucking for a moment but she urged me to keep going. Then there was pressure on my ass hole and something slender and greasy slipped in. 

Oh... my... god...! My girl was fucking me up the ass with a dildo and believe it or not, it wasn’t that bad! She went slowly and kept talking.

“How’s that feel? Is that nice?” she asked. She was sliding it in and out and being very gentle in virgin territory.

“Whew!” I said. “Wow... That’s sure different.” I was actually starting to hunch my ass back and forth and she was matching my thrusts into her, like she was using the dildo as an extension and using it to push me deeper into her slick cunt. 

We were starting to get more active and I clenched my ass cheeks around the intruder and put my legs back in between her thighs. She responded by pushing the ‘little intruder’ deeper into my ass. It was hitting something down deep and it felt really good; it felt like I was going to cum in buckets.

“Wow... so is that a dildo?” I asked, looking at her.

And she smiled and said “No. It’s a--” And I knew what was she going to say.

She said “vibrator” at the same time she turned it on.

Holy FUCK!!! 

I had never felt anything like it when she twisted the end cap and the vibrator started buzzing deep in my ass. She simultaneously moved it deeper and it hit my prostate and I came like never before! I bucked and writhed and pumped cum into my sweetie. She held it into me and held on and went for the ride.




Briget Ch. 04



I let go with a string of loud “Fuck-fuck-fuck...” and arched my back and kept cumming. I swear I saw stars.

When I collapsed on her I was totally fucked out. She pulled the shit-covered tool out of my trembling ass and turned it off. She rolled out from under me and dropped it beside the bed and I leaned over to look at it. 

The slender, tapered bit was only about 4 inches long. The rest of the ridged handle grip made it about 7-8 inches in total. The tube of lube beside it made it slide into me easier. She must have got it ready and greased when I went to the bathroom. The sneak...

“Well,” she said, “that seemed to work pretty good.”

“That’s an understatement.”

“I need you to do something for me.”

“As long as I don’t have to get up,” I said.

She laughed and turned and swung a leg over me and lowered her dripping kitty over my face. Still weak and wrung out, I pulled her down and started licking all our cum out of her.

She licked my drained cock as best she could while I finished eating her, and when we done I had brought her to two good orgasms. Then we cuddled and slept ‘til noon, when we had to go to work. 

If the weekends were going to be like this it was a good thing we didn’t see each other for most of the week.

On Monday it was back to school for me and back to work for my girl. Later that week she got her period and didn’t want to see anyone. So we just talked on the phone.

She told me there was something she wanted me to do for her next Saturday.



**

It was very late and the hallway was quiet and dim. A few of the sconces had burnt out bulbs, but I found the door I was looking for. I had a key, but I tried the knob. Luckily, it was unlocked and I avoided the noise that way.

I peered in through the open door and there was only one light on, in the bedroom down the hall. I opened the knife blade that I carried with me and wondered why I was doing this.

The hall to the bedroom was hardwood, but I had soft sole shoes on and I was stealthily silent. I looked around the door and there she was, sitting on a stool at her desk working. She was wearing terry-cloth gym shorts and a t-shirt. No bra. Headphones playing music, I think it was Sibelius, blocked out everything for her. 

She was bent over her books, writing, when I closed the gap and covered her mouth with my leather-gloved hand. My body wedged against hers from behind; I’m sure she could feel my half-hard cock through my loose, green cotton work pants. I knocked her headphones off and stuck the knife under her chin.

“You feel that?” She gave a muffled scream and froze. I pushed it in a little, though not enough to break the skin. She screamed into my glove again. “Don’t fucking move a muscle unless I tell you to!” My voice was a hoarse whisper. “You got that?” I pulled the knife back. “Got it?” She nodded. “Now close your eyes and you won’t get hurt. If you open your eyes or say a word I’ll cut your fucking throat.”

I pushed the stool around and sat roughly on her lap. Her eyes and mouth were screwed tightly shut and I warned her again to stay that way or I’d slash her. I pulled the black wool watch cap off my head and put it on hers, down to her nose, covering her eyes. Then I pulled out a roll of silver duct tape from my coat pocket and wrapped it tightly around the cap so she couldn’t see a thing.

I turned out the desk lamp and pulled the headphones out of the jack and music flooded the room. I turned it down so it wouldn’t create suspicion. 

“Get up,” I said, and she got unsteadily to her feet, feeling for the desk with a blind, tentative hand. I took off my gloves and yanked her to the center of the room. I pulled her t-shirt down taut across her tits. “Put your arms out and don’t say a fucking thing.” I picked up the knife again and slashed through the hem of the shirt, then pulling it away from her body, I sliced slowly up through the cotton, exposing her big tits on the way up. 

When I got to the neck I turned the blade and sliced through it. Her shirt now hung on her like a poorly made vest. Her chest heaved with a quiet sob and I told her to shut the fuck up. 

I grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled it away from her hip. I turned the blade down and away from her and hacked through one leg of her shorts. She wasn’t wearing any panties and the knife went through the material easily. Her cunt was hairless and her thighs seemed to be getting wet. I guessed part of her was enjoying this. I could smell her excitement.

Slashed open now, her shorts fell to the floor. I told her to put her arms down, and the t-shirt, too, fell to her feet. She was totally naked and she was all mine. Her nipples were starting to get hard. I pulled her against me and kissed her roughly. She brought her hands in against my chest trying to push me away, but I was stronger.

I stood back a bit and pressed the knife tip into the side of her breast and she inched way from it. “You know what you’re gonna do now?” I asked, and she shook her head. “You’re gonna suck my cock.”

She shook her head, no, and I pushed her to her knees in front of me. “Undo my belt and pull out my cock.” Shaking with fear she reached for the buckle and undid it. I put the blade in my teeth like a pirate and pushed my pants down to my knees. The sight of her tits heaving in the light from the window got me hard and her hands found it in no time. She wrapped her fingers around it and moaned.

“Just watch your teeth, if you nick me I swear I’ll cut your tits off... Now suck it.” She began to bob her mouth up and down on my hard rod and it was feeling great. Despite her fear she worked up enough saliva to keep me wet. Soon she had her mouth right around the bottom of the shaft; either she had sucked a cock before or she had practiced on something like it. I kept telling her to suck and she was sucking and told her to use her tongue and she did that too.

When I told her to start playing with herself, she stopped and whispered no, but I warned her of what would happen. She started sucking me again and I could see her hand move down to play with her naked cunt. She moved her knees further apart. She was beginning to get erratic and I told her to stop. 

I lifted her up and told her to lay back on the bed. As she did I put down the knife on the floor and took one leg out of my pants. She kept saying, “No... No...” in a low whisper. 

I climbed upon her and pushed between her legs as she lay there. I pushed her legs apart and rubbed my cock against her slit. 

I moved forward and slid almost all the way into her in one fluid motion. She moaned and tensed up. She was incredibly tight but her reluctant excitement lubricated my way. I pulled back and pushed all the way in. I started fucking her and after a half minute, she stopped saying ‘no’ and I really started fucking her. It would have been nice to feel those lush breasts on my skin but there wasn’t time to for me to get naked. She began to buck into me even, and then wrapped her legs around my hips and drew me tight against her. 

She came. I could feel her cunt rippling away on my cock and I had to push away so I could get leverage to start fucking her again.

She was very much a willing participant by the time I filled her pussy with cum. She was sweating and shaking with sexual appetite in spite of what I was doing to her. I drew my wet cock out of her. I told her to wipe my cum out of her with two fingers and taste it. Shaking, she did so. She was whining while she did it. It was hard to say what she was thinking. I told her to sit on the edge of the bed. I brought my cock to her lips and told her to suck it clean.

She said ‘no’ again, and I reminded her I had a knife. She tentatively brought her lips to my prick; it was like she was guided by the familiar scent of her own cunt. She wrapped her lips over the head and sucked me enthusiastically until I was fully hard again. But cumming wasn’t on my agenda yet, so I told her to stop, and pushed her back on the bed. 

I told her to lay there and not do anything. I got up and pulled my pants back on. Then I pulled her, naked, to her feet and threw her a bathrobe and told her to put it on. She stood shivering at the edge of the bed and wrapped herself in the robe like it was welcome armor.

I grabbed her by her wrist and told her she was coming with me. She resisted for just a second until I put the blade against her ribs and warned her what would happen if she didn’t obey. She followed me to the door. I found keys on the table by the door and I locked her apartment. I sure hoped we didn’t see anyone on our little trip. It would be hard for me to explain why I had this girl, naked under a bathrobe, blindfolded with a taped wool cap.

I lead her down two flights of stairs and knocked on a door. In a few seconds the door opened and I pushed my captive inside. “Okay,” I said, “you can take off the cap...”

Her hands went to it immediately and worked it off her head. She blinked like an owl at the sight that greeted her. Hell, the sight even surprised me.

Brian was on the floor, on a mattress, fucking Anya from behind as she kneeled on all fours in front of him. 

Briget was naked standing by the door, smiling. My captive fell into her arms when she saw her and Briget stroked her hair soothingly.

“Well, Karen!” said Briget. “How was that!”



**

Briget lead the emotionally spent Karen to the bathroom. 

I watched Brian finish fucking Anya. The mattress was in the middle of the living room and everything was pushed off to the side. I had no idea where they got the mattress. Maybe there was an orgy rental place in the neighborhood. 

Anya was hissing “Harder, fuck me harder, fuck me...” between clenched teeth. Brian was driving his beautiful cock into her as far as their thighs allowed. She whined and stuck her ass in the air and spread her arms on the mattress before her like she was a martyr to fucking. 

She had rolled her eyes back into her head and cum. Brian wasn’t far behind and when he finally stopped and drew out, they fell in a heap and started 69-ing, cleaning each other off. 

It was strange. Brian and I had never done much 69-ing before. We had both, with men and women, avoided it, because we both felt it was nicer to give head and concentrate on that. Afterward, getting pleased the same way allowed the same enjoyment.

But that was history. Lately we had both grown to love getting and giving head at the same time. With both men and women... Thank Briget again for that.

I had undressed as well and grabbed a beer. I was sitting in the armchair to relax as the two of them came down. They pulled themselves up to sit on the sofa and we smiled at one another. “Here’s to friends,” Brian said. We leaned over the mattress and clinked our drinks together.

Soon, Karen and Briget came out of the bathroom beaming and naked. Briget had told me told me that a week after they first met, they got together for lunch and they really hit it off. They discussed sex and fantasies in depth, and Briget promised to help. Briget told me later that they both got so turned on they had to leave the restaurant and race back to Karen’s place and fuck the afternoon away. That’s when this evening’s plan was hatched.

Briget came and sat on my lap and kissed me and thanked me for helping. Karen sat beside Brian and introduced herself. They had seen each other long ago when she started working; before Brian left to go out west.

Anya got drinks for everyone. We were chatting away when Briget broke in. “So? Are you going to tell us what happened?”

Karen blushed. “It was fucking great!” she gushed. Her great big tits bobbled with excitement. “I know I would never feel that way if I was attacked for real, but knowing it was Dennis... well, I came in like, no time!” She took a sip of wine. “And there was a moment there, where I wasn’t sure it was Dennis at all! He was really convincing. He was such a thug!”

If Briget hadn’t have been sitting on my lap I would have taken a bow. This was all Briget’s idea. Just like it was Briget’s idea for Karen to shave her pussy. I was quite hesitant about playing the bad guy in the role of Karen’s rape fantasy, but Briget has her ways of convincing you. She told me exactly what to do and when to do it. 

It was all orchestrated to the finest detail. Karen had no idea when exactly it would happen, or what I would do, so that was all a surprise for her. All she wanted was to be taken by force. It was one of her deepest fantasies. It worked and we both got off on it. I had one stipulation; I refused to hit her or slap her. There was to be ‘no violence’. If things went too far she would say ‘apple’ and the game would be over.

After all was said and done, on some primal level, I guess I did enjoy the power. But, at the same time I knew I would never do that again. Playacting with a willing participant was one thing, sick bastards doing it for real was another. That episode turned me into the women’s rights advocate that I remain to this day. 



**

Later on that night, two things happened. 

We watched as Brian made love to Karen right there in the living room. This was his part in the evening’s ‘theater of sex’, a time when Karen was able to see the person she was fucking or maybe, making love to. The foreplay was a real treat to watch as they worked each other into a high state of horniness. I can say without jealousy that Brian was such a stud. He really got her going. They both had a great time and they did it in all kinds of positions while we watched and offered encouragement. It was all we could do to keep from applauding as they fucked in the middle of the floor.

Watching this turned her on so much that Anya smiled and asked if she could ‘borrow’ Briget for a while. Apparently, she had decided that she wanted to have sex with a girl again and Briget was the obvious choice. Briget kissed me and told me to have fun out here.

Anya took Briget’s hand and they walked naked to her chamber. Soon there were sounds of heavy-duty sex coming from that room.

I couldn’t stand to just watch Brian and Karen, so I got down beside them and started kissing whatever was exposed. Karen’s eyes got wide as saucers when she saw Brian lean over and feed my hard cock into his mouth as he fucked her missionary style. Her eyes got wider when she announced that she thought she was going to cum. 

Brian released my prick and rolled over and pulled Karen on top of him. He started fucking up into her until they both came. I leaned over and licked a drop of sweat off the tip of her nose as she panted and recovered, impaled on my best friend’s cock.

She rolled off him, exhausted. When I sucked Brian’s wilting cock into my mouth to lick off their copious juices, she smiled and came back to life. “Oh, god,” she whispered, “if I die now, I’ll die happy...” Her eyes got even wider as Brian turned and began licking his cum out of her fresh-shaved kitty.

She sighed and put a hand on my hard cock as she lay there. “Now that I can see it again, I wanna suck it again...” As I continued attempting to bring Brian’s prick back to life, I swung my hips so she could wrap her lips around me.

So now, not only had we progressed to 69-ing, we had moved on to a three-way daisy chain.

I was just sucking for fun, because I loved the feeling of his cock in my mouth. But stud or not, there was no way Brian was going to have anything of a load for me to feed upon. After he brought Karen to a pussy licking orgasm, he broke away and contented himself with watching Karen suck me off. 

I was happy to cum in Karen’s greedy mouth; for only her second time sucking anyone, she took all the seed I offered and swallowed every bit. There wasn’t even any to swab out of her mouth when we kissed immediately following.

Brian arranged ourselves on the mattress with Karen in between us. We covered ourselves with a blanket from the sofa and had a nice nap. Before we fell asleep, Karen kissed each of us and thanked us for all we had done for her. 

“My pleasure,” Brian said, and I concurred. We kissed too, and went to sleep.



**

The apartment was dead quiet. It was barely 4 a.m. when I woke, needing to piss. I extricated myself from the tangle of arms and legs on the mattress and tip-toed to the bathroom. I peeked into Anya’s room and she and Briget were curled up, sleeping like horny angels. 

I came back and sitting in the armchair was Brian. And he was, of all things, smoking a cigarette. I had never seen him smoke before and for some reason it bothered me.

I went over and sat on the edge of his chair and took a drag when he offered, and took a sip of the beer he was drinking, too.

“So, what’s up?” I whispered.

“Nothing...” 

He didn’t sound convinced, so I asked again. He looked to see that Karen was still asleep.

“It’s... well, it’s Bubba-Lou.” Bubba-Lou was his name for his grandmother. She was a great lady, lots of fun. I had been over to their place for supper a few times when Brian and I were roommates. She might have been a grandmother, but she sure as heck didn’t act like it; she was full of life. But she was very down at her husband’s funeral and I hoped she was feeling better.

“How’s she doing?” I asked.

“Fine.” He looked at me with an expression that I couldn’t fathom.

“So what’s wrong?”

“Nothing... we’ve been having sex for the last two weeks.”



Briget Ch. 05



Though I am writing this, and posting it under the 'Briget' series, it is still basically Brian's story, the way he told it to me. 

The next few installments take place in the summer and fall of 1985. These parts should bring everyone up to date with the present. 

Then the fun begins.

WARNING: There is bisexual (male) content in this story, so if that doesn't work for you, I'm sure you can find something else that does. Thanks.

**

I wanted to be surprised. I really did. But after everything that had happened, it was like I was anesthetized to everything. Even something so absolutely fucked up, as Brian admitting that he and his grandmother had been screwing for the last two weeks, didn't phase me. The fact that she wanted to meet Briget and I, barely caused a ripple. 

I merely asked him if he was out of his fucking mind. He calmly said, no, he wasn't. I demanded clarification as we sat there on Anya's sofa. I asked him again if he was insane. Although I wanted to know what happened, we surely didn't want to wake anyone else in the apartment. He simply said it happened after he moved out of my place- and three weeks after his grandpa's funeral- and left it at that. He assured me that he'd tell me all about it later; he promised.

Part of me could not believe that he would tell me something so weird and disgusting and part of me couldn't wait to hear all about it. 

By the time I did hear about it, both Briget and I (and soon, Roz), were drawn into it. And nothing would shock me ever again. 

Here is what happened...

**

After his grandfather's funeral, Brian's parents and his Uncle's family stayed for about a week, then went back to their own lives. Brian knew that there was a 'coolness' between parents and the children, but didn't know why. They just never talked about it. Brian, the oldest grandson and the most responsible, moved in with his grandma to help wrap up his grandpa's affairs. 

It also turned out that Brian had been bequeathed the majority share of his grandpa's hardware store. They were good stores, with three branches in surrounding cities. It looked like a growing empire. There was some envious grumbling about Brian being so only one to inherit anything of value, but the truth was, he was their favorite grandson, and the only one to come running when the old guy got sick. He was now a businessman.

He really worked hard to learn the business, which, because he had good managers, was pretty much running itself. Bubba-Lou was a great help, since she had also been involved in the business from day one.

When he wasn't doing that, he was sorting. His grandpa was a pack-rat. It seems he never threw anything out. Brian spent hours going through his grandpa's stuff, donating some things to charity and sorting the rest for storage.

That was when he found it.

It was an ordinary cardboard apple box, on a shelf in the workshop, tucked under the basement stairs. Inside were six black plastic boxes containing new-looking Beta tapes. There were ancient magazines from the early 40's, with titles he had never heard of. On the covers were scantily clad women with improbably pointy breasts, being threatened by mad doctors or convict lunatics. 

And there were about a dozen photo albums and yellowing, aged scrapbooks that seemed to be stuffed full of pictures. One of the magazines caught his eye. It was from 1943, and the paper was horrible- really low-grade newsprint, and almost falling apart. The woman on the cover looked awfully familiar. He gently opened the brittle cover and started paging through it. Halfway through, there it was. 

Bubba-Lou. Almost naked. 

She must have been forty years younger, but it was her. And she was a looker. In the title panel, she was dressed in a nightgown, cowering against a wall, being threatened, while in the following series of photos, she was stripped almost naked. She ended up on the floor being mounted by the madman. You couldn't see everything, breasts and genitals were covered by strategically placed hands and such. But it was his grandmother. 

To say it was a shock would be an understatement.

It was a shock, but in some weird way, it was a turn on, too. Brian placed the magazines aside and went for one of the albums. His mouth fell open. Where some folk's grandparents would collect snapshots of holiday trips, here were pictures of his grandparents. 

Fucking naked. Naked and fucking. 

Brian flipped through the first book, each with about five black and white pictures on each page. They were younger and fitter, but they were his grandparents. There were pictures of his two grandparents fucking each other in every position under the sun, and in every room of the house above him. And if that wasn't enough, they were fucking other people. 

Here was Bubba-Lou, with one cock in her mouth and another in her hand, smiling at the camera around the cylinder of cock-flesh. 

On the next page, his grandpa was being ridden by a blonde woman, his big hands covering her massive breasts. Then, his cock was being sucked by someone else. His cock was long and hard and shiny with spit... and to Brian, it looked... good. 

Here, Bubba-Lou sat on the edge of a bed, kissing another woman, the blonde from a few pages back, their hands all over each others breasts... Then they were in a passionate 69. 

Brian didn't recognize any of these other people. He didn't know many of his grandparent's friends. Apparently there was much he didn't know about their lives. 

Yeah, right, no kidding.

These were his grandparents- church-going, pillars of the community. His grandpa was a member of every service club going and an elder at their church. His grandma was a member of the PTA and the church's women's auxiliary; a stay at home mom and provider of cookies for every bake sale in town. And here they were... fucking.

In these pictures, Bubba-Lou had a petite, killer body, though her hair was done up in the old-fashioned, prissy way. Her tits were nice-sized grapefruits with dark nipples. She had a dark patch of pubic hair- a few of the girls he knew today were shaving their pussies bare. 

But the fact remained, she was fucking hot. Then, almost in the same sentence- but wasn't she still hot? She was always saying how her grandson was so handsome, and he was always telling her how good she looked, and how soon widowers were going to be pounding down her door. Her hair was gray, though tastefully cut. She was- what was the word?- vivacious; that was it. His grandma was peppy, full of life and vivacious. She looked great for over 60. She looked great regardless of her age. It was an oddly disquieting thought.

After he got over the initial shock, he realized that he had a hard on. Grandmother or not, he was horny. Really horny. He hadn't had any release for a long time... He placed the album on a nearby work table, and unzipped his pants. His cock was hard and leaking pre-cum already. He sat on an old stool and started stroking, turning the pages. 

Some of the pictures were blurry and off center, but no-one was handing out marks for composition. They were hot, no matter what era they were shot in- no matter who was in them.

There was his grandpa, down on his knees, licking the shaft of a cock that was half-buried in some woman's black haired cunt, as she rode the guy cowboy style. Holy shit. There was his grandma and grandpa, facing each other, licking the same hard cock between them. In the next shot, his grandpa had the cock almost all the way down his throat. His grandpa sucked cock- just like he did...

In another series, there was a plump woman with short black hair and small tits, and with her was a skinny dude with an impossibly huge cock, and they were both all over Bubba-Lou, and she was all over them. 

There were a few pages of his grandpa being sucked by another couple, a curvy woman with short, light brownish hair, and a guy who was built like a pro athlete, but had a fairly small cock. Brian's grandpa didn't seem to discriminate, because the two men, with their wives help, sucked each other to completion in a wild series of photos. Then the posed for the camera, each other's cum all over their faces and chests. They kissed...

That was it. The cum rose swiftly, almost without warning. He lifted up his t-shirt with one hand and leaned far back on the stool. He came heavily, quietly, all over his chest and belly. After he came down, he squeezed the last few drops from his cock-head, then scooped up some of his cum and brought it to his lips and savored the taste. He hadn't cum like this in weeks, at least since his grandpa had died. 

With his pants around his ankles, he shuffled to the bathroom a few yards away. He wiped himself clean with toilet paper, pissed, then shuffled back to continue looking at the incredibly hot, homemade porn. 

He wasn't alone. 

Bubba-Lou was standing at the table. Turning the pages of the scrapbook. She looked up at Brian, who was standing in the bathroom doorway with his pants around his ankles and his cock still shiny and semi-hard. 

Neither spoke. It was easily the most embarrassed that Brian had ever been, and he was almost sweating with shame. Until he saw that Bubba-Lou was looking at him, with a totally unreadable expression. Brian had frozen to the extent that he hadn't even pulled up his pants. He just stood in the middle of the room, his erection dwindling back to softness.

Bubba-Lou spoke first. "I see you found our little treasures." Brian didn't say anything, his eyes were downcast. "What do you have to say for yourself?" She sounded angry.

Brian looked up, expecting to see his grandma scowling, but instead she was composed and serene. "Brian, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be mad," she said. "It's not your fault. I guess we knew you'd find these things sooner or later... I guess our secret's out. We were a couple of perverts!"

And suddenly, unexpectedly, her anger- and her relief, turned to total mortification. She slammed the scrapbook shut and ran from the workshop and up the stairs, crying. Brian didn't know what to do, but he pulled up his pants and went to console his grandma.

**

She was on her bed, flat on her stomach, sobbing loudly into a pillow. Brian crept in and sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry, Bubba-Lou," he said. "I shouldn't have been snooping. I hope you're not mad. Too mad." Bubba-Lou just kept on sobbing, so Brian just patted her shoulder with a gentle hand and got up to leave. 

"Brian." He was at the door, he stopped and turned. She was looking at him with red, tear swollen eyes. "I'm not mad. I'm just so... so embarrassed."

"What for?"

"Oh, Brian, we should have burned those things years ago."

"Why?"

"Why? Oh, God, if anyone from the church found out! Any of our... other friends!" Brian just stood there, silent. Bubba Lou sat up and wiped her eyes with a damp tissue. 

"That's just silly."

"What? You don't think I should burn it?"

"No. Because if you don't mind me saying, it was really cool stuff."

"Brian!"

"Well, fine, burn it... but not until I get to look at it all." 

In spite of herself, Bubba-Lou laughed. "Oh, you're just like your grandfather!- the horny old goat!" Brian laughed, too. They laughed together. Soon the laughter dwindled, and they were left missing someone very special.

"Lord, I miss that man."

"Yeah, I know... we all do."

They looked inward, remembering. Slowly she turned serious and somewhat shy. "So... you liked them, then?"

"What?"

"The... pictures?"

"Oh, yeah. They were... hot."

"Well, sonny-boy, I guess you did like them." She smiled and looked him straight in the eye. When he realized what her sly smile meant, it was Brian's turn to blush.

"They were your grandpa's pride and joy, those pictures... those movies. He said he was so proud of me. Not that we could ever show anyone. But, we'd look at them from time to time... That's why he could never throw them out. That man could not throw anything out. Depression habits..." She got up from the bed and walked over to him. She reached up and patted one cheek and kissed the other. "Well, it's a relief... not to have to keep the secret all to myself anymore. I'm so glad you don't hate me."

"Hey, Bubba-Lou... it's me here. I love you no matter what." She hugged him tightly and pressed herself into his arms. He could feel her breasts against him, reminding him, uncomfortably, of what he had just seen in the basement.

"Well," she said, pulling away and breezing past him, "I'm glad you feel that way."

As she went down the stairs to get supper ready, he thought he heard her say, under her breath, "Because you ain't seen nothing yet."

**

Brian wondered what she meant by that last comment, or if he had even heard her correctly, but didn't give it too much thought. Supper was a quiet affair. Not much was said of any consequence. Brian was finishing putting away the supper dishes when his grandma called him into the den. She sat in the lazy-boy, drinking a glass of wine. She told him to get a beer for himself.

When he was settled, she sighed and started talking. 

"Well, sonny-boy, I've never lied to you before, and I;m not about to start now. But I have to tell you this. Not really make an excuse for our actions, but rather to partially explain them."

Brian nodded and took a sip of beer.

"As you know, Brian, I was an only child. When the Hitler war started, I was 15. But I already knew all about sex and what it meant. I had heard my mother and father... doing it, many times. We lived in a small house and sounds carried. In the Depression, there wasn't much else to do. I listened to them lots of times, but everything changed when I was about 12 or so- it must have been '38 or '39. I heard the night noises again and I crept down the hall and found their door open. I saw them... having sex for the first time. Not only was the door opened, but my mind was opened at that moment, too. She was bouncing up and down on him... Oh, I could see practically everything. My mother's eyes opened and she looked right at me. She mouthed, 'Go back to bed,' so I did.

"I just lay there and she came in later; after they finished, I guess. I was still awake. I didn't really... play with myself, until after that night. It just never occurred to me. But I sure did, after that night. Anyway, my mother came in and she sat on the edge of my bed, and explained that what I saw, was two people expressing their love for each other. It was the way babies were made, and it was fun, too. But she made me promise that I wouldn't do anything like that until I was eighteen. I said I would keep the promise, and I did, but the second I turned eighteen, boy, I was looking!

"See, Brian, I heard how much fun it seemed to be for my mom and dad. But, I had also heard that it was a wifely duty, and something to be suffered. My mother told me later that that was hogwash, it could be a lot of fun, if your and your husband knew what they were doing. 

"When I met your grandpa, he had a factory job that was classified as essential to the war effort, just like my father did. They didn't have to go to war and get killed. I fell in love with him right away. I had had sex with a few men before I met him- mostly soldiers a long way from home, but I took precautions that I wouldn't get pregnant.

"I was a good looking girl and I had what they called 'sex appeal'. I guess I just looked... like I enjoyed sex. But, I went out with your grandpa quite a few times before we actually slept together. He was quite the gentleman and we found ourselves falling in love. 

"Now he had a friend who was a photographer and he was always on the lookout for models. Mostly for cheesecake magazines for the boys overseas, and that sort of thing. Both my parents had passed on by that time, and I had no living relatives on this side of the ocean that would see them. I wouldn't have done it otherwise.

"But the most important thing was, that it was good money. We had just come through the Depression so money was nothing to be scoffed at. So I started modeling. A few magazines, that sort of thing.

"Nothing too racy at first, but more money was offered the more I took off. Your grandfather had no objections; he was a realist as far as money went, too. He would always come with me to make sure there was no funny business. But one day, his friend asked if we'd like to fuck for seventy-five bucks. That's just how he put it; 'would we like to fuck'... I know you know the word, Brian, so don't blush. 

"That was a phenomenal amount of money so we put our heads together and said why not. We went to a back room and there was a bed and everything and so your grandfather and I had sex while his friend shot roll after roll of film. These weren't art- this was pornography. Two people fucking like rabbits. 

Over a period of time, with the photographer's help, I learned all about different positions, oral sex, which I really liked, and even anal- though I drew the line at that." 

Brian had to shift in his seat. Despite Bubba-Lou saying she was going to be honest, he wasn't quite prepared to hear her say she 'really liked' oral sex.

"We posed for these pictures more than a few times, in different settings. Outdoors, indoors, wherever. We were getting a nice little stake together. It was around then that we got married. For our honeymoon, his photographer friend set us up with another friend of his in Arizona, so we went there and did a series in the bottom of the Grand Canyon. We basically had a honeymoon for free.

"We were only doing what we would normally have done, but we were getting paid for it. Seems like such a foolish thing to do now, but that's what we did.

"It got... interesting, I guess, when your grandpa's friend asked if we would mind adding a few more people to the mix. That was the turning point. We met this couple and they turned out to be just like us, trying to make some money to start their life together. We sat around and had a few drinks to get loosened up, and then the fun started. Your grandpa and I on one side of the bed, and the other couple on the other. Halfway through the photographer yelled 'Switch!' and in the confusion I ended up with the woman, and your grampa ended up with the man!

"We were laughing about it, and then everything got quiet, when the woman, Eileen her name was, leaned over and kissed me. It was the first time I had ever kissed a woman and, Brian, it was a revelation; so soft and gentle and yet so... sexy. We started kissing even more and we were, as they say, getting into it. We started... exploring each other. Hands, mouths... it was great, I have to admit. She had done it before, so she knew what worked best. She had me cumming in no time... it was an amazing experience.

"But the real shock happened when we girls took a breather, and saw the two men... doing the same things. The photographer was clicking away and telling us how hot it looked and how much it would sell for, but we didn't give a hoot. We just did what came naturally."

She paused, close to tears, to look at Brian. "I know it's a shock to hear that your grandfather... did those things. With men... but we can't change the past. Please don't hate him, he loved you very much, Brian... What's done is done."

She paused again to wipe her leaking eyes and take a drink of wine. Brian sighed deeply and leaning close, put a hand on her knee. "Look, Bubba-Lou," he said. "It's okay, don't cry... See, if it makes you feel any better... well, I... do those things, too. With men." Bubba-Lou's eyes got wide. "Its called being bisexual. It's not a big deal. It means you just like sex with women... and men."

Bubba-Lou brought a hand to her upper chest, like she was having trouble breathing. "You? But you seem... so masculine..."




Briget Ch. 05



"Well, wasn't grandpa like that? Masculine?"

That stopped her, cold. Brian was right; it didn't matter what face the world saw, it was all inside. An open mind, or a closed one?

She went to the kitchen for another glass of wine and brought another beer for Brian. In spite of himself, Brian watched her ass as it moved away from him, and wondered why he was doing such a thing. 

She came back and she sat on the couch, a bit closer to her grandson. Suffice it to say, they saw each other in a completely different light.

"Anyway," she continued, "we thought things were starting to get a bit out of hand. And by that time, it was '47 or '48, I was pregnant with your uncle, so we just stopped. Your grandpa had found a good job and we just didn't need the money.

"But years after Uncle Mike, and your mom were born, we sort of... slipped back into it. But we never did it again for money. It was just some friends getting together... and having sex. I guess you'd call them orgies. Once or twice a year. This went until about '75... Anyway, one of our... friends... John, was a shutter-bug. At first, we let him take some regular pictures... but then as time went on, then we--" She stopped, as if she had said too much. She took another sip of wine.

"This was all so illegal! If half the things we did had gotten out, they would have tossed us in jail and thrown away the key... We could have been thrown in prison for taking pictures of... well, the things we did. We were very fortunate. You young people today are so lucky," she said wistfully. "You can be so open about it...."

"Yeah," said Brian. "I guess we are lucky. Though even now, you can't shout out that you're bisexual. You can get your head kicked in if that gets out in the wrong crowd."

She thought about this. "Well, yes, I guess." The room fell silent. They took a drink before Bubba-Lou continued. "So..." she said, sort of playfully. "Tell me about it."

"What?"

"About you... and other men."

"Oh, I don't think that I can--"

"To heck with that, sonny-boy! I told you our dirty little secret, you can tell me yours!"

So, Brian told her all about his 'adventures' with his schoolmate, his Denver landlord and landlady and living on the farm with his old boss' family... He told her about Briget and me, (Dennis) and all about our recent forays into bi-sex. (ed. These are documented in the earlier 'Brian's Story' series and the 'Briget' series.) 

Bubba-Lou, to his surprise, asked for details. Brian gave them to her, describing what it was like to suck a cock and be involved in group scenes where anything went. He felt himself getting hard as he related the tales.

Bubba-Lou was flushed, too. If he didn't know any better, he would have said that she was really turned on as well. She shifted in her seat, and her blouse drew tighter across her chest, and her nipples were poking out at him, even through her bra. She brought a shaking hand to the opening of her blouse and toyed with the crucifix hanging there. "Did you like it?" she asked, breathlessly.

The time for embarrassment was long past. Brian had always felt comfortable with his Bubba-Lou. It would never be any different. "Yeah, I did. I still do."

"Your grandpa liked it too... You really are alike in many ways." She dropped her eyes and spoke softly and shyly. "Especially after what I saw this afternoon..." She sighed and got up from the couch, saying she'd be right back.

Brian knew, deep inside, where she was going, and when she returned she had refilled her wine glass. She also had a beer for Brian, and, one of the betamax tapes tucked under her arm.

She held the tape in her hands and she turned to her grandson. "This... stays between us... at least for now. Okay?"

Brian nodded and she put the tape in the machine. She dimmed the lights and sat down, close beside him with the remote control.

"Your grandfather's friend put these films on these tapes, so we didn't have to set up the projector to watch them... God what a risky thing to do. If anyone ever found out..."

The TV screen was filled with static, then there was a grainy, black and white image of a bedroom. Not one of the one's upstairs; it looked like that of a cheap hotel. Beside the bed, a door opened onto a bathroom and a woman walked out wearing a frilly silk robe. 

It was Bubba-Lou. Brian wolf-whistled in appreciation. Bubba-Lou slapped him playfully and said, "Oh, stop it...!"

It was a silent film. There was no sound, except for Brian and his grandma, breathing softly.

The woman on the screen sat at a vanity and started brushing her hair in the mirror. Slowly and dreamily. She put the brush down and started running her hands all over her shoulders, hugging herself, watching in the mirror. Then her hands crept down to her breasts, and started caressing them through the thin material. She pulled the robe tight across her chest, showing off their shape, and the points of her aroused nipples.

She reached for the collar of the robe and slowly slipped it off. The breasts that Brian had seen in numerous still shots, just hours earlier, were there before him in glorious black and white. They were about the size of grapefruit, with small, cherry-like nipples. They bounced enticingly and she covered them with her hands. Then she let the nipples playfully poke out between her fingers as she continued playing with them. Brian felt his grandma tense up beside him. He wanted to whistle, but his mouth was bone dry. He took a sip of beer. "Wow..." he whispered, finally.

Bubba-Lou snuggled into him, clutching his upper arm against her chest. He could smell the wine on her breath. He could feel... yes, those were her breasts. "You think so?" she asked, hoarsely, cautiously.

Brian nodded, unable to look away from the TV. "Yeah... wow." Brian realized that his cock was as hard as a piece of steel bar.

The woman on the TV stood, and dropped the robe to the floor. She was completely naked. She sat back down on the edge of the stool and played with her breasts for a while, even lifting one up to timidly lick the nipple. That elicited a moan from Brian, and he was forced to adjust its position in his pants, as he sat there. Bubba-Lou took another drink and chuckled low in her throat.

The woman on TV dropped her breasts, and after a moment of indecision, picked up the hairbrush. She turned on the seat and began playing the thick handle up and down her pussy slit. She spread the lips with one hand and slowly started pressing the thick handle into herself; inch upon inch disappearing, until it was completely inside her. She pumped it in and out for a moment, then she took a look over at the bed.

She removed her impromptu toy, and stood up. The camera followed her from the vanity to the bed, still carrying the hairbrush. She sat on the edge of the bed and reinserted the thick handle, gently plunging it into her cunt. She looked ecstatic; almost ready to cum. 

All of the sudden she started, and looked over at the hallway door. She hastily removed the toy and tossed it on the vanity. She grabbed her robe and closed it around her, though it really hid nothing. She opened the door and who should step in, but Brian's grandpa, dressed as a bell-man. He was carrying a tray with a plate of food and a bottle of wine. (Obviously, thought Brian, she had forgotten she ordered room service before she started to play with herself...)

They had a conversation and she stood aside and allowed him to enter, then closed the door. He placed the food and wine on the vanity. He took the tray and looked like he was ready to leave. Then he noticed the hairbrush. He picked it up and slowly brought it to his nose. He leered at her, and she looked really embarrassed. He said something and pointed the brush at her. She nodded and his her face in her hands. He said something more and she looked at him. 

She dropped her hands to her robe and slowly pulled it off her shoulders as he moved toward her. By the time he got to her, she was naked again. They started kissing and he was groping her ass and tits. Her hands moved to his belt and she soon had his pants around his ankles. She pulled his cock out of his shorts- and what a cock!- It was... just like mine, thought Brian... She went down on him and started sucking him off...

Brian was stunned. Here were his two grandparents, in a porno film. The acting was stilted, the camera work was worse, but it was a porno film! 

And it was fucking hot- he had a massive hard on that he could do nothing with!

He felt like he should extricate himself from his grandma's grasp and run to the can to jerk off- but he was unable to move. He sat there watching the TV as his grandma wolfed down his grandpa's cock in another time and another space. 

The woman on screen pulled back off the bell-man, and he took his cock in hand and jerked a load of cum all over the woman's face and tits.

Brian had always gotten off on things like that- people getting cum all over them... He thought he would cum, right there in his pants, without even touching himself. The rest of the film was a blur to Brian. They were on the bed and they fucked in a number of positions, then ended with him cumming inside her as she writhed on the bed beneath him.

His grandpa got up, and got dressed and opened the door. Smiling, he lifted his bell-man's cap to her as he went. The screen went dead- filled with static. There were obviously no credits...

Bubba-Lou reached for the remote control and the TV screen went black. Both were quiet for a while.

"So what do you think?" she asked softly.

"If you want my honest opinion, I think you were a stone cold fox."

"Thank-you." She leaned in and kissed her grandson, on the lips. They remained there for a while. Brian stiffened and took a chance. He softly probed his tongue outward... Bubba-Lou opened her mouth and accepted the gift- for the moment. This was the fucking wildest thing he had ever done! French-kissing his foxy grandma. He was thinking about reaching up to feel one of her breasts, but he held back. The kiss ended all too soon. She leaned back and looked in his eyes. "And what about now? Am I still--?"

Brian interrupted her. "Yes. Yes you are. Still a fox, if you don't mind me saying so."

"I don't mind at all." She kissed him softly again, briefly. Tears were welling up in her eyes. "Brian... I hope you don't hate me. I loved sex and I still do, though I haven't... done anything, in quite a while." She dropped her eyes, suddenly shy, and a tear fell. "And god help me for what I am about to do, but if you don't mind, I'd... really like to suck your cock."

Brian was staggered, but calmly responded, "You don't have to ask."

She shuffled up and straddled his lap. She held her grandson's face in her little hands and spoke slowly, carefully out-lining the situation. "Are you sure about this, Brian? We can never go back."

He wiped her tears away. "Well... It feels kind of weird." That was another understatement...

"Like... I should still be in mourning?"

Brian shrugged. "It's barely been a month..."

"Look, sonny-boy... put your mind at ease. He wasn't able to do much in his last years, though he knew I wanted it. He often told me I should take a younger lover, but I just couldn't... He loved you, Brian, you were always his favorite. He'd be honored that I'd chosen you... If you want to..."

"I want to."

She smiled and started unbuttoning her blouse. "My body isn't the same as it was in the movie. Will that matter?" Brian had his hands on her hips. He shook his head, no. She wriggled out of her blouse and reached behind her to undo her bra. She wriggled again. "Oh, god, I can feel your prick... It feels just like your grandpa's..."

She unclasped her bra and held the cups in her palms. "Are you ready, sonny-boy?" Brian nodded. She let the bra fall to her lap and then tossed it aside, like a stripper. There they were, and to Brian, they weren't that bad. Sure, gravity had taken a toll, but they looked pretty fucking good for a woman over sixty. She leaned in and kissed him for a second, and started working his shirt off.

She spoke, in a husky tone. "Ever heard the saying, in for a penny, in for a pound?" Brian nodded, yes. "If you want... you don't have to be my grandson... for tonight, and I don't have to be your old granny. If you want... I might want to treat you like an ordinary guy, okay? And... you can treat me like... one of the girls you fuck?" The last word was a throaty rasp. Brian nodded again.

He ripped his own shirt off and clasped his grandma to his chest, feeling her tits press against him. He kissed her deeply, probing with his tongue. She responded and started running her hands through his hair, humping her pelvis into his.

"Oh, yeah... you're so fucking hot, Bubba-Lou... so fucking..."

She pulled back and looked at him. "You're sure you want to go further? We can write off our behavior to the booze."

"No, Bubba-Lou, I want this."

"What do you want?"

"I want to treat you... like one of the girls I fuck."

"Thank you." 

He pushed her back and took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked hungrily. "Oh, fuck... yes..." she groaned and pulled him in closer. "That feels soooo good... You make me feel so slutty!" She let him continue to suck her tits, then she moaned and pulled away, red-faced.

She motioned for him to stay where he was, and got off his lap. She stood up in front of him and unzipped her dress pants. She slid them down and kicked them off to the side. She was left in panties and sheer, knee-high stockings. Yes, age had taken her youth, but what remained was mature, wanting, sexuality. There were wrinkles and there were lumps, and there was a soft and mottled patch above her breasts. Her stomach wasn't as flat and toned as a twenty-year-olds, but he could still see her- he could still see the woman in the movie and in the pictures, the woman that had given him such a hard-on. And she was right here, ready and willing; his for the taking. 

She turned and nudged the coffee table away with one foot. With her back still to Brian, she put her legs together and slowly slid her panties down; bending until she was folded seductively in half. She wriggled her hips, showing off her pussy lips nestled between her thighs. The hair was brown, sprinkled with gray and well-trimmed. Damn it, this woman took care of herself! Still bent over, she grasped her ankles, and walked her legs outward, until her legs were spread. She wriggled her hips again, and playfully looked at her grandson from underneath. "I'm taking these new yoga classes... for seniors. They're great for flexibility."

"No kidding."

"Should make things interesting, don't you think?"

"Yes, I think so."

She straightened up and turned around. She put one foot in between Brian's legs, close to the rock hard cock trapped in his jeans. He pulled down the stocking and tossed it aside. Bubba-Lou smiled, then switched legs. She was then fully naked. She held out her hands, and he took them. She pulled him to his feet. He towered above her. She led him into the middle of the room. She took a step back and they stood there, his chest rising and falling in time with hers.

"Take them off," she whispered.

"Why?"

"I want to see your cock."

When Brian took off his jeans, his cock made an obscene bulge in his boxers. 

"Take them--"

"No," interrupted Brian. "You do it. Like in the movie..." She smiled and walked slowly up to him. She put her hands on his shoulders, causing him to jump. She slid her hands down his body, tracing the muscles of his chest and stomach, as she got to her knees. With one hand she slid her hand into his boxers and grasped his hard cock, and she groaned. With the other hand, pulled the boxers down to the floor.

He stepped out of them and she flung them to the side. She took a sly look at him through demure, downcast eyes and took almost all of his cock into her mouth and throat at once. Then, she started stoking the bottom of the shaft while sucking off the upper part. He held her head, and she allowed him to fuck her mouth. She varied the levels of suction, and the pressure with her tongue, moaning all the while.

Brian really wanted the experience to last but because she was so good, there wasn't a chance in hell of that happening.

He couldn't even express that he was cumming, but his grandma knew the signs. She looked at him, seeming to grin and pulled off with a sticky slurp. She stroked him harder and he came in great globs all over her face, and all over her tits. Cooing and moaning, she took his cock back into her mouth and sucked him until he was empty, though not completely soft.

She finally released him. His knees were weak and he said that he had to sit down. He staggered back to the sofa and collapsed. Bubba-Lou sat back on her heels, watching and smiling. She was still covered in semen.

"Boy, it's good to know I can still have that effect on a man..."

"Holy fuck, Bubba-Lou... that was... that was intense."

She brought her hands to her breasts and started smearing the cum around, a blissful look on her face. She scooped up the splatters he left all over her face, and sucked them off her fingers savoring the taste.

Brian was contrite. "Sorry... That wasn't much fun for you, though. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... you know... cum that fast."

"Oh, no... it was lots of fun for me! You came lots... Don't worry! You're young, Brian." She slowly licked another finger. Sure enough, watching his grandma's sexy display, he was getting hard again. "See? There'll be plenty of time for that. If you want." she said.

"Oh, yeah..."

She smiled and got to her feet and walked over to him. She offered her hands and again she dragged him to his feet. She held him close, her hands were all over each other. "You've got a lovely cock, Brian."

"Thanks."

"Bet that's something you never thought you'd hear your old granny say."

"You got that right."

"It's late. Let's go to bed."

Brian followed her to her room.

**

Brian woke in the morning, to sunlight streaming through the window. The other side of the bed was vacant, but he could smell the scent of arousal and sex on the sheets and pillows beside him. 

He lay back with his hands behind his head and remembered Bubba-Lou riding his hard cock, moaning and gasping like a wild one, telling him to fuck her harder, oh, yeah, harder. Then there was the stricken look on her face as she came- Brian thought he had killed her, or at least caused a seizure, but she slumped down on his chest and sobbed gratefully, that that was the best fuck she had had in at least ten years... That made Brian happy, and they fucked again, more leisurely, taking her from behind, and then finishing on top of her, pounding deep into her.

He rolled off her and she curled up in his arms and they slept the sleep of the totally satisfied.

Now, upon waking- his mind was running aground upon the big taboo... the biggest. Shit, they couldn't even say they were drunk as an excuse! Lines of worry and guilt creased his brow.

Brian saw a movement from the corner of his eye, and he turned and looked, and there was Bubba-Lou, standing naked in the doorway of the bedroom, smiling like a new person. But seeing the troubled look on his face, she rushed to his side and sat beside him on the bed. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess."

"Do you hate me, Brian?" She looked really alarmed.

"Hate you? God, no! I love you as much- no, more- than ever!"

"You don't regret... what we did?" she asked timidly.

"No!... Do you?"

"I don't regret for a second what we did..." Her face fell. "Except..."

Brian's heart sank. "Except what?" he asked.

"Except... I have never been as sore as I am this morning. I'm not used to getting fucked like that!" She jumped up and sat on his stomach, giggling like a schoolgirl. She pinned his arms over his head. "Would you mind... not doing it for a while, until I recover? That is... if you... want to do it again?"




Briget Ch. 05



"Trust me, Bubba-Lou, I'm fucked out, too. But just say when and where and I'll be ready."

"Well, are you ready for breakfast?"

"Always ready for that!"

**

They ate in the breakfast nook, naked as babies. They read the Sunday paper. Bubba-Lou noticed that her grandson had developed a nasty hard-on, and though she knew she was far too sore to fuck, she was more than happy to get down on her knees and suck him off, right there in the kitchen. 

Brian felt the need to reciprocate, and they changed places. He said that since it was his fault her pussy was so sore, the least he could to was to kiss it better...

**

Bubba-Lou was sufficiently recovered a few nights later to, as she put it, show him a thing or two. They started by watching the rest of the first tape, which contained three more short films in all. Then, they fucked once on the sofa and once more in bed. When they were done, Brian got her off by licking her sweet cunt, sucking their combined cum out of her. She really enjoyed that, and so did he. The games were on.

When Brian would get home from the store, Bubba-Lou was there to greet him, sometimes sucking him off on the carpeted stairs, or as soon as the door closed behind him. Other times she'd be lying in her big bed upstairs, playing with herself, keeping herself ready for when her sonny-boy came home. It was like she was going back in time- to when she was a young and free girl, exploring a new world.

She had a small collection of dildos, and they'd look at the movies and masturbate together. Or they'd sit in bed with the photo albums. She would describe the people that they had fucked, what their cocks felt like, or how her cunt tasted when it was full of cum... 

They rarely dressed in the house. They fucked like newlyweds- all that week and most of the next. 

**

One day, when he got home, she was sitting fully clothed, on the sofa in the den. She looked sad.

Brian sat beside her and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Well," she sighed, "your friend Dennis called. He asked how we were all doing and wondered if you'd like to go out with them this Saturday... And I realized that, here I am, keeping you all to myself, when you should be out... with people your own age. Not fucking a dried up old specimen like me!" She burst into tears and Brian consoled her as best he could, holding and rocking her as the storm passed.

"So, would you do me a favor?" she snuffled. "Would you go out and have a good time with your friends?"

"Well, if you want... but I'll be coming back to you."

She kissed him gratefully and climbed up onto his lap. "Thanks..." She kissed him again, deeper. He brought his hands up to cup her bra-less tits and she moaned pleasurably. "So... Dennis is the one... the one that..."

Brian smiled. "Yes, that's him."

"And his girl? Briget is it? The red-head?"

"That's them," said Brian.

"I met her at the funeral. She's lovely."

"Dennis is one lucky bastard," he said, and they laughed.

"You're really close, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yeah, pretty close."

"Are you going to tell them... about you... and me?"

"No way." There was a pause as Bubba-Lou studied her grandson's face. She had that same serene, composed look that she wore when she discovered him looking through the box of home-made porn. Something clicked in his mind. "Unless..." he murmured.

"Unless what?" she murmured back.

"Unless... unless you want me to."

There was another pause, before she spoke. "Well," she said, smiling coyly, "I wouldn't mind seeing them again..."

"Whatever you say- you're the boss."

"Well, sonny-boy, if I'm the boss, then take me upstairs," she kissed him "and fuck..." another kiss, "...my ass off." 

They kissed again.

They never made it upstairs.



Briget Ch. 06



Brian has told me he doesn’t think he has anything to add, so I am telling this part of the story from my own point of view. It is reconstructed from the recollections of the surviving principals.

love, 
Dennis...


**


It was great to see Barbara, or Bubba-Lou, as Brian called her, looking and feeling so well so soon after her husband’s funeral.

Whenever I had been over there for a meal with Brian in our college roommate phase, I had always had a good time. Barb was witty, lively and dare I say, sometimes quite bawdy. Phil, Brian’s grandpa, was a neat guy, too, and we all missed him.

The thing that made me uncomfortable was the fact that Brian had told me that him and Bubba-Lou had began an incestuous relationship over the last few weeks. Part of me was totally disgusted, but to be honest- part of me was kind of turned on. I had only heard about stuff like this happening in Penthouse letters, never to someone I knew. I myself had never fucked an older woman, though I had fantasized about more than a few teachers in my day. But a grandmother? What was I thinking? There was nothing saying that I’d ever get to do anything like that...

But, in the end, I accepted Brian’s invitation and, following instructions, asked Briget if she’d like to come. She had only met Barb once, and she thought she was a lovely lady. I didn’t tell her anything about Brian and Barb having sex. Briget was the most sexually adventurous person that I had ever met, but I had no idea how she would react to something like that.

Briget presented Barb with a bottle of wine when we entered her huge house. Barb gave her a big hug and a peck on the cheek, and did the same for me. Though, I have to admit, that it seemed like she was pressing her body up against mine a bit more than necessary. I was probably wrong, but... 

She looked as good as ever, trim and fit. I dare say she glowed. No wonder.

Barb took us on a tour of the house, and we ooohed and awwed over the beautifully appointed home. We had drinks sitting on the back patio and supper in the dining room. Briget and Barb were getting on like a house on fire. They were laughing and bantering back and forth like they’d known each other for years. 

I wasn’t surprised. Briget had a manner about her that allowed her to fit in almost any social situation. It was one of the reasons I loved her. That, and her adventurousness, and willingness to try new things, sexually. And her adamant desire to take me along with her.

Her and Barb were soon talking about sex. I guess it was inevitable. Barb was telling Briget that us ‘young people’ had it so good, what with the freedom of sex and sexual expression that was so in vogue these days, and our ability to enjoy ourselves in that fashion.

Briget agreed, saying we were a lucky bunch. “Although,” she said, “there is a lot to be said for... the art of seduction, I guess. I mean, what’s more provocative? A woman standing there, stark naked? Or a woman, sitting on the edge of a bed, in a filmy negligee. You can’t see everything, just a hint of what’s under it. And she’s looking at you as though she’s totally willing, though she’s not going to be a push-over. It’s the mystery.”

I raised my hand. “Negligee.”

Brian raised his hand, too. “Negligee.”

Barb took a drink of wine and shrugged. “Yes, I guess a woman in a negligee does sound good. As opposed to... just naked. Yes, you’re right... the mystery of the unknown...”

“Thank you,” said Briget, placing a hand on the older woman’s. “That just proves my point! Yes, it’s nice to be able to be somewhat obvious, like we can be today, but it’s also nice to have to... I don’t know, sneak around, enjoy the forbidden fruit under the cover of darkness... the taboo.”

At the mention of the word ‘taboo’, Brian choked on his wine. I reached over and slapped him on the back as he coughed and sputtered. Briget gave me a wry look and started gathering empty plates to take to the kitchen. I told her that I’d help, but she and Barb would have none of it. 

“Its woman’s work,” said Briget. I had never heard her say anything so chauvinistic, and I asked her what she had done with my girlfriend. She stuck her tongue out at me and told me to take the invalid Brian to the den. They’d bring in coffee soon.


**


The den was gorgeous, with a big fireplace, and a view of the back yard. It was almost as big as my whole apartment. Brian and I sat there drinking our Irish coffee. Despite being a bit drunk, it was the most uncomfortable I had ever felt in the whole time I had known him.

Finally he looked at me. “Is there anything you want to ask?”

I pretended that I had no idea what he was talking about.

“Oh come on,” he said, leering. “You’re dying to know what its like. Aren’t you?” I said nothing, though I was bursting with curiosity. 

He got up, and turned on the television and turned down the lights. Then he came to sit beside me on the sofa. “Can I show you something?” he whispered. I nodded, and deep down, I was hoping that he was talking about his cock.

Instead, he picked up the remote control and turned on the big betamax tape player. There was static for a second, and then, there it was.

It was grainy, like a slightly better than an average home movie. The color was washed out, and the camera jerked all over the place. But I recognized one of the people.

It was Barb, and she was in a big bed with three other people. She was much younger (I guessed it was from the late 50’s or early 60’s), and her hair was different, but it was her. She was naked, and sitting on some man’s cock, bouncing up and down ecstatically. I couldn’t tell who the man was, because another woman, a big-titted blonde, was sitting on his face, humping back and forth over his teasing mouth. 

The woman and Barb were kissing, and feeling each other up. Now and then they’d look at the camera, and then turn to the other man on the bed. He was between them, jerking himself off, but one woman and then the other would take turns sucking on his average-sized cock. They sucked it together for a while, then their lips met over the shiny tip.

I turned to look at Brian. He was rubbing the obvious bulge in his pants, staring at the screen. He looked at me and sort of smiled. “Ain’t that something?” he asked. I licked my lips and nodded. His other hand crept up my leg and started rubbing my hard cock through my pants.


**


The radio played softly as Briget helped Barb with the dishes. The two of them were quiet, like each wanted to say something, but none wanted to be the first. Briget would ask where some plate or something went, and Barb would show her. They were almost done, when Barb asked how long she and Dennis had been going steady. 

When Briget said they had met at a party a mere three and a half months ago, Barb was shocked- she said that they looked like a couple that had been together a long time.

Briget laughed and said that it did feel like they had been together a long time, but she meant that in the nicest possible way.

“He must be very special,” said Barb.

“He is. He’s a wonderful person. Caring, gentle... smart... and...”

“And what?” asked Barb.

“And,” continued Briget, “since you seem to be so comfortable talking about sex... and since its just us girls here... Well, he’s really good.”

Barb fiddled with the chain around her neck. “Good?”

“Oh, you know what I mean, Barb...” Briget took a step toward the older lady. Briget’s voice was a husky croak. “He’s a good fuck. He likes eating my pussy... I like sucking his cock. I like it when he cums all over me. All over my tits...”

By this time, Briget’s breasts were almost touching the older woman, whose eyes were closed, whose chest was rising and falling in an erratic rhythm. The younger woman placed her hands on Barb’s shoulders. 

Barb’s eye’s flew open and she moaned. She could feel her pussy become moist, and she knew her nipples signaled her arousal to anyone who cared to look. She placed her hands on Briget’s hips and they stood that way for a while.

“You know what else?” Briget whispered. “Since its just us girls here... Well, Brian’s really good, too.” The older woman shuddered and moaned again. “But then... you know that already, Barb. Don’t you?”

“Know what?” Barb’s voice was edgy, uncertain, like she feared she had let things go too far with this beautiful, red-haired, impudent girl... 

“You know... that Brian’s a... a good fuck, too.”

Barb let loose of a moan that rose to a wail, but before anyone could become alarmed in the other room, Briget brought the woman to her chest, enfolding her in her tits, and listened to the woman sob. After a few moments, Briget took the woman’s teary face in her hands, and kissed her on the lips. Barb was snuffling and sobbing, but soon the feelings of shame and hurt were replaced by passion and heat. And tongues.

At that, the older woman tried to break away, but Briget held her fast. “Oh, god, I’m so ashamed-”

“Shhh...” whispered Briget. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing at all... he’s a good looking young man, and you, you’re a beautiful, sensual, older woman...” Under this honest flattery, Briget’s tongue again sought out the older woman’s, and this time when they touched, it was the end of Barb’s tears and the end of any resistance. 

She responded, thrusting her tongue, her body, her being, into the sanctuary offered by this beautiful young woman. Now, in the arms of a kindred spirit, she could let go and know that there was no pending judgment. Briget would not think the worse of her because she knew... about her grandson, about... liking girls... about oh god, how much she wanted... oh fuck, she needed the touch of another woman, too.

Barb held the younger woman close, and lifted a tentative hand and cupped a healthy, bountiful breast. It was Briget’s turn to moan. Briget knew Barb could feel her hardened nipple, even through the bra and sweater. Barb stepped even closer and started rubbing her pussy on Briget’s thigh. They broke the kiss and looked at each other.

Barb’s face was flushed, but she couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, my,” she said, “You are a forward one... I don’t usually do... anything, like that... on a first date.”

“Then you don’t know what you’re missing,” whispered Briget and kissed her again.

“I can always make an exception,” said the older woman and they kissed again. Barb broke it off, looking deep into Briget’s eyes. “You have to tell me... how did you know... about, you know... Brian?”

Briget smiled. “Your bedroom. There was a man’s housecoat hanging on the back of the door. I thought that it might have been your late husband’s, but I touched it on the way out and it was still damp. And, frankly, Brian’s room didn’t look... lived in, I guess. Plus, there was the way you two look at each other.”

Barb covered her face in her hands. “Oh god, I’m so embarrassed. You must think I’m such a-- god, I don’t know what!”

“No! I think it’s sweet! I really do... He’s a sweet guy, he’s obviously devoted to you... he’s handsome, and like I said, he’s great in bed.”

Barb giggled. “He is, isn’t he?”

“No kidding...”

“And what about... you know...”

“This?” They kissed. “That was a pure hunch. I just took a chance, and I’m glad I was right. You are one hot lady.”

“But I’m so old!”

“So? Barb, there are people out there, and people call them ‘old souls’. You, on the other hand, are a young soul.”

“It’s... so nice of you to say so, Briget...” She raised her lips again to kiss, and they stayed like that for a while. Then, the older woman pulled away. A stricken look came over her face, and the glimmer of tears returned. “You dear, dear girl, I have to warn you, that I’ve had... shall I say... a rather wicked past.” 

Briget shrugged. “We all have a wicked past to some degree or another. So what? What’s done is done.” She smiled. “The only choice remaining, is whether or not to have a wicked future.” They came together and kissed again. Their hands roamed over each others breasts, and asses, and Briget’s hand stole between Barb’s shaking legs.

“My god,” moaned Barb. “I can’t believe how wet you’re making me...”

“You’re doing the same to me, lady... But don’t you think,” said Briget breathlessly, “that we shouldn’t go and see what the boys are up to?”

Barb smiled and winked. “Well, if I know Brian, I think they’ll be up to no good...”

“Let’s hope so, Barb. Let’s hope so.


**


Part of me was surprised that I was hard, because, after all, this was my best friend’s grandmother, fucking right there on the TV in front of me. But the other part of me was not surprised at all... and for all the same reasons. It was really hot, watching these people fuck. I turned my gaze back to the TV and the other women had mounted the other man, and they were fucking, side by side, while kissing each other and... well,  apparently Barb was bi. Holy shit. Wait ‘til Briget found out.

Brian started working my zipper down... and then my pants were off, and my underwear, too, and he was sucking my cock... I took off my shirt and I was naked, and getting my cock sucked in the den... while my girl and Brian’s grandmother washed dishes a room away... Fuck it, I thought. I pushed him back and I tore off his shirt and worked his pants off. I don’t know what came over me. I hadn’t been with him in a week, and I wanted him, badly. Then there was the film playing on the TV and it was making me really horny, and... Screw it. I just wanted him, that’s all.

I took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could, and sucked deeply. It was a job, because he was a good seven inches and relatively thick. Thicker than me, anyway. I grabbed his ass cheeks and he bucked his hips into me and urged me on with gentle moans and sighs. He brought his hands to my head and wrapped his fingers in my longish hair and pumped his cock into my mouth. I liked to see him cum- that was always what I liked best- but right now, I wanted to taste him more. I could feel his cock swell, and he groaned and started jerking wildly as I sucked the cum he offered.

After swallowing the initial blast, I kept every drop and held it in my mouth. When he was finished, I moved up to kiss him. We had just started doing this recently, so it was still a thrill. I let his cum drip off my tongue as we moaned and traded his cum back and forth in a deep kiss. I rubbed my still hard cock on his softening cock and belly.

He started smiling as we kissed, and tapping me lightly on the shoulder. I looked at him, and he cocked his head over toward the doorway.

Briget was standing behind Barb, holding the older woman’s naked breasts in her hands, tweaking her nipples. Barb’s mouth was open and her eyes were glassy. She had one hand down her pants, and the other down the front of Briget’s wide open slacks, fingering my girl’s pussy to wonderful effect.

“See,” moaned Barb, “I told you they’d be up to no good...”


**


It was one of the most satisfying foursomes I had ever been involved with. I remember laughing to myself several times that night, thinking that so many people could only dream about getting into one foursome, and in the last four months, I had already been in three, including this night’s. And it was all thanks to the woman who was sucking my best friend’s cock. None of this would have happened had I not met Briget. I was so in love with her it hurt.

Even though I hoped and dreamed something sexual would happen that night, when we saw Briget and Barb standing in the doorway, all I wanted to do was run away. But Brian held on to me, holding me close.

Barb slipped her hand out of Briget’s pants; it was slick with her juices. She brought it to her mouth and licked at it greedily. “Oh, god, you taste so... so good, girl!” Briget took the smaller woman in her arms and kissed her. I looked at Brian and he gave me that silly grin of his. I relaxed and we sat up. 

The women broke off their kiss and walked over to us, Barb turning off the TV as she came over. Brian shut off the betamax with the remote control. Barb stood before us and quickly removed her slacks and sopping wet panties, and Briget slowly, seductively started removing all of her clothes. As Barb snuggled down between us, she turned and kissed me and I tentatively touched her breast. She moaned, and so I didn’t stop. I spent some time trading tongues with Barb, and some time watching my sweetheart disrobing.

Briget took off her blouse and tossed it off to the side. “So what happens now, Barb? You want one of these handsome men to fuck you silly? Though I think your grandson will need a few minutes to recover from the treatment my boyfriend gave him.” Off came her bra and her tits hovered into view. She rubbed them soothingly, as she always did when she freed them. “I’d really like to fuck Dennis, but I can do that anytime. And I don’t mean that to be mean,” she added quickly. I nodded that I understood. 

“As for you, Barb, I’d really like to spread your sweet thighs and suck your pussy, and make you cum all over my face, but something tells me we have all night.” She slid her pants and panties off in one deft stroke, and she stood naked in front of us, looking at Barb. “So what do you want?”

Barb looked at me and then at Brian. “Well, I had never dreamed that my grandson would like men as well as women, but now I have no doubt, having seen it with my own eyes. But I want to see more.” She looked at Brian. “I saw Dennis give you a world-class blow-job, I think its only right that you return the favor.” 

Brian kissed his grandma and knelt in front of me. He took my cock in hand and gave it a long lick from my balls all the way up to the piss-slit. As Briget nestled in beside Barb, taking her lovingly in her arms, Brian opened his mouth and took in all of my average-sized cock in one motion.

It only took a minute. As I watched Briget and Barb kiss and grope each others tits, I came in Brian’s mouth. He swallowed the first shot, and let the rest shoot up onto my belly and cascade over his hand as he jerked me slowly.

Barb broke away from Briget’s embrace with a moan and lowered her face to my chest and belly and started feasting on my semen, licking, nibbling and sucking, even pushing Brian’s hand away to briefly suck my cock. She kissed me when she was done, and stroked my cock, never giving it a chance to get totally soft. Briget got down on her knees beside Brian, and they kissed, too.

Barb sat on the sofa beside me, watching them. Briget gave him a playful push, and Brian sagged off to the side, happily sated, for the moment. Briget smiled and kissed the older lady. “Seems they’re both out for the count. Looks like it’s just me and you.”

Briget leaned Barb back onto the sofa and ran her hands up her thighs, teasing... But teasing can only go on as long as the person doing the teasing can stand it. I’m sure Briget meant to engage in some serious foreplay, but instead, she kissed Barb’s belly once and dove in to lick and suck Barb’s pussy. Barb arched her back and hissed like a cat and wrapped her slender fingers in Briget’s luscious red mane, dragging the girl in as far as possible.

I went from semi-hard to hard in no time. I climbed over Brian, lying at my feet, and got behind Briget. She knew what I was doing at once, and she reached behind her and guided my cock to her wanting cunt. I slid it home in one push and I gently fucked her, careful not to disturb her too much while she feasted on the older woman’s cunt. 

I felt a hand on my ass. I looked, and Brian was on his knees beside me, smiling like a demon. His cock was becoming harder too. Barb saw this and beckoned him to get up where she could play with it.

Before he went, Brian gave me a hug and quoted the popular TV show, ‘The A-Team’, saying, “I love it when a plan comes together.”




Briget Ch. 06



**


A few hours later, the fire was crackling merrily. We were lying on the plush rug in Barb’s den. Barb was laying beside me, rubbing my chest lazily as we came down from another great fuck. (Well, it was great for me and Barb said she certainly had no complaints.) We watched as Briget and Brian were engaged in a lusty 69, with my girl on top, bobbing her head up and down on my friend’s rock-hard cock, while he ate out her clean-shaven pussy. 

Brian was doing great things, because Briget was having a hard time concentrating. She kept moaning as she sucked him. They were both very close to cumming, and despite having just cum ourselves, Barb and I found ourselves getting up and moving to their side to watch from up close.

Briget came first- she started hunching her hips around and round on Brian’s face. She lifted her mouth off Brian’s shiny cock and succumbed to the blissful tide sweeping though her. Not allowing herself to relax completely, she resumed her ministrations- and just in time, because Brian was cumming in no time himself.

She took all she could in her mouth and turned to us and smiled. She opened her mouth and showed us Brian’s pearly white cum on her tongue. Barb was quick as a cat; she leaned in to kiss the younger woman, and share the bounty. 

We collapsed in a pile on the rug, and hugged and kissed whoever happened to be closest in the writhing pile. After half an hour of this little grope session, Barb excused herself, and got up to grab some blankets and pillows, and Brian got up to replenish everyone’s drinks.

Briget reached over and pulled me close. We kissed tenderly and curled up in each other’s arms. I cupped one of her breasts and she purred and smiled.

“Well, lover-boy?” she whispered.

“Well what?”

“Are you glad we came?”

“Really glad.”

“Good...” She paused a moment and looked me in the eye. “You know what I think?”

“What?”

“Like, I know Brian and his grandma are... really happy together, but remember at supper when she was razzing him about not having a steady girl?”

“Yes,” I said. “I almost choked.”

“Well, I think he should have a steady girl... and I know who it should be.”

I thought about the women we had met recently. “Who? Anya? Not Karen- she’s not his type...”

“None of those... Roslyn.”

“Roz?” Briget’s roommate. I didn’t know her that well, I had only met her twice. Fucked her once... “Well kid,” I mused, “you have never done wrong by me yet.”

“Trouble is, she’s been going with this guy and I think he’s a fucking loser. Not nearly good enough for her... You won’t mind if I set them up?”

“If you think it’s a good idea, Briget, I think it’s a good idea.”

There was a giggle and a guffaw from the kitchen and Briget sternly yelled out, “Hey, you kids! What are you doing in there!” 

Barb and Brian giggled again and meekly replied, “Nothing, mom...”


**


When they got back with drinks and blankets, Brian pulled out the sofa bed and we arranged ourselves upon it. It was a tight fit, but comfortable. Brian asked me to turn on the TV and hand him the remote. Barb protested- that he was going to show more of their ‘home movies’.

Briget wanted to know what was going on, so Brian just turned on the betamax and we watched. It was a continuation of what Brian had showed me earlier; Barb and her late husband, Phil, along with another couple, the big-titted blonde and her husband, engaged in all sorts of sex acts.

The two women were grinding down on their husband’s cocks, and then the would switch... the women pulled off the other men’s cocks in order to jerk them off, and lick up the combined cum... then the women would start kissing and fondling each other to orgasm as the men watched, stroking their hardening cocks, sometimes doing it for each other...

“Holy shit...” whistled Briget. She reached up my leg and stroked my cock. Barb was tucked in beside her and I could sense Briget doing the same to Barb’s pussy. But mostly we watched what was on the TV.

The people on the screen were having sex. All the while the camera moved in close on one person or another, and the subject would smile as if it were a backyard cookout, sometimes kissing, or licking a breast or a cock, whatever was closest.

Something occurred to me and I spoke up after a while. “So, who’s taking the pictures?”

“Just wait...” said Brian, smiling ruefully like he hated what was coming, yet not being able to wait.

All Briget could do was say, “Holy shit...” over and over, now and then looking over at Barb, who was blushing, yet still enjoying the reactions.

Barb slid up to kiss Briget and squeeze her big tits, and Brian took the opportunity to maneuver in behind his grandma and fuck her slowly from behind. Briget picked up the pace of her hand-job on my cock as things progressed, both on the bed and on the screen. 

The other man, (not Brian’s grandpa), got up from the bed and walked up to the camera, his wilted cock flopping about. There was some awful jiggling as the camera changed hands. When it came level, there was a girl, about Briget’s age, maybe younger, standing there, naked. She smiled and shook her body, making her smallish tits dance. She rubbed her hands provocatively over her breasts, down to her hips, and back again. She tweaked her nipples, and ran her long fingers through her long dark blonde hair, licking her lips like a temptress, playing to the camera.

She dropped suddenly out of frame, and when the camera operator found her again, she was on her knees on the bedroom floor, sucking the guy’s limp cock into her hot mouth, making a real show about trying to get him hard again.

The girl made a pouty-face when she realized the guy was not going to get hard, and got up again. She said something to the cameraman, then turned around and playfully shook a nicely-shaped ass at him. Then she walked quickly to the bed and jumped up on it, right in between Barb, and the big-titted blonde. 

She gave Barb a little kiss, then turned into a full lip-lock with the older blonde woman. They kissed for a while, and the blonde found the girl’s wet pussy with two fingers and started fucking her with them. The girl threw her head back and the blonde sucked her little tits into her mouth, and feasted. In the background, Phil and Barb were still fucking like crazy. 

Seeing all three of them at once was all it took. The resemblance hit me like a slap, and I think Briget noticed it at the same time.

“Fuck...” I muttered. “Is that--”

Brian turned to look at the screen, then looked at me with a totally chagrined smile. “Yeah,” he said, “that’s her.”

The girl who was at one time filming the orgy, and who was now taking part, was Brian’s mother.

Briget and I looked at each other, wide-eyed. Barb was sucking hard on Briget’s tits and plumbing the depths of her G-spot with her other hand. Brian was fucking Barb. Despite being drained, an orgasm hit me at the same time as Briget’s. She pulled Barb’s face into her soft white tit and gasped, loudly.

Her other hand squeezed a paltry amount of cum out of my red and swollen dick. I kept looking from the action in front of me, to the action on the screen.

I had met Brian’s mother on a few occasions, and she and her husband had to be one of the most up-tight couples I had ever met. They made my sedate, conservative parents look like Hugh Hefner, and whoever he was screwing at the time. How could this be her?

After we had all come down from our various ecstasies, Barb snuggled into the small space between Briget and I. On the TV, Brian’s mother, and the blonde had progressed into a 69, with the blonde’s husband working the camera and getting all sorts of really erotic close-ups.

“You want to know what happened, don’t you?” Barb’s voice brought me back to the present, drawing me out of the kodak moment of a time long ago. I nodded dumbly.

“It was simple really. This was about 1967, and since about ’55, or thereabouts, we had Georgette and John - that’s them on the TV, the blonde lady and her husband- visit out here once or twice a year. We made sure the kids were occupied, but by this time, both Jean and Phil Jr were married by then, with kids of their own, so we could do... well, you know. But one night, Jean, Brian’s mother, came over unexpected, and caught us. 

“It was a horrible scene, let me tell you. But Georgette took control and tried to calm her down. Now Jean was about twenty at the time, and she was a cutie, as you can see, even after having Brian. Well, Georgette grabbed my robe and took Jean out of the room to calm her down and straighten things out. 

“We just sat there, John and Phil and I, and we were all pretty shaken up. We had no idea what we could say to Jean to explain what had happened. It was so embarrassing!. But after a while, we hadn’t heard anything, so I grabbed your father’s robe and went to check on them. 

“Georgette and Jeannie were on the living room sofa, stretched out, both of them naked, and going at it like rabbits. Imagine my shock! My daughter, and one of my best friends... right there in the living room! I had no idea how long I stood there watching, It was like I was hypnotized... Pretty soon I feel John, and Phil beside me, and they’re naked, too. And John goes over and joins his wife, as Phil and I stand on the stairs. We watched out daughter, our married daughter, having sex. Neither of us could believe it! But it sure made us horny. I could feel my husband’s fat cock growing, and sliding up my backside. I reached around and grabbed it, and jerked him as he squeezed my tits. I got down on my knees and sucked him off as he watched our daughter fucking Georgette and John... After he came, I looked over and Jean was staring... watching us. She smiled at me like she understood. 

“Well, it turned out that our daughter, the girl we thought was so pure and virtuous, was a little round-heeled tramp! She had had relations with one of her best girlfriends for years, and several men in the neighborhood, before she got married. 

“Now, in her defense, this was the first time she had ever cheated on her husband after getting married. Well, to make a long story short, somehow Georgette convinced her to join us in bed, and the five of us had a wonderful time that night. We actually got together another two times after that. This one,” she pointed to the TV, “is the only time we filmed the five of us together. And Phil and I never got... ‘involved’ with her... we just never thought it was right. Other than watching, and the odd kiss, it was mostly Jean and Georgette and John... Well, the next time, after we got started, Jean- how do you say?- flipped out. She called us all perverts and swore we were going to hell... It was quite distressing.

“I don’t know what brought on this... I don’t know, religious fervor, but it was pretty much the end of our relationship. Jean was never discourteous towards us, but she was never the loving daughter she had been. Apparently she never told anyone- her husband, or her brother- but there’s been... a coolness ever since.”

Barb broke down and cried for a moment and we all consoled her. She chided herself for being so silly. “I must be over-tired,” she said. “I should get to bed.” She put her hands on Briget’s arm and mine. “You two must feel free to stay here tonight. There’s more than a few rooms upstairs, or you can stay right here.”

We graciously accepted her offer, and we watched Brian and his grandma close the door of the den behind them. Briget and I kissed briefly, and snuggled down. We were out like a light.


**


When we woke, it was to the smells of coffee brewing and sausage frying. 

The house was warm and so Briget got up and walked to the kitchen, naked. She turned back to me as I snuggled into the covers and said, “Get up, you lazy bones! Barb needs help.”

I left my clothes lying where they were in the pile and headed to the kitchen. Barb was at the stove, dressed only in an apron, protection against the splattering grease. Briget sidled up behind her and gave her a sensuous hug. Barb put her spatula down and turned in my girl’s arms. 

“Will you guys forgive me for being such a cry-baby last night? I know I’ve come to terms with the consequences of my actions, but I guess I sometimes... just lose it. I hope you don’t think worse of me for it...”

“Barb! Come on!” said Briget. “I keep telling you that you have nothing to be ashamed about. Okay?”

Briget gave the older woman a hug and a kiss and took the sputtering pan of sausage off the burner. She looked at me. “You go wake up Brian.” She smiled as her hand slid down to Barb’s naked ass. “And take your time... breakfast will be a while.”


**


Briget’s plan to get Brian and Roslyn together took a while, but it was worth the effort. All it took, it seemed, was the unwitting help of an unsuspecting accomplice.

It was a few weeks later around the 4th of July weekend when Roz’s little brother came to visit. Apparently, Barry had been the subject of intense debate between Briget and Roz. Roz had the 18-year old pegged as being gay, while Briget was sure that she had caught him staring at her boobs with less than honorable intent.

I have no idea how I got dragged into the debate. No, that’s not true... Briget had a way of making me do things I wouldn’t normally do. But like I said, she had never steered me wrong yet. So I followed along...

We were laying in her bed one night, examining our growing relationship. I told her that I was thinking seriously about asking her to marry me. She told me that she was seriously thinking about thinking about it.

I said nothing for a while, and she punched me playfully on the arm. “You’re a coward,” she said.

“Why?”

“You should have just asked me to marry you, instead of dancing around, saying that you were thinking about it. Very cowardly.”

“I’m not a coward. I’m just careful.”

“Bullshit.”

Again, I couldn’t think of a reply. I really was a coward. Without Briget leading, I was no Casanova, though I might slowly get there someday.

She rested her chin in a cupped palm and looked at me. “Have you ever started something with another guy? Like, seduced someone?”

“Well, I started a few things with Brian...”

“Other than Brian. Brian doesn’t count.”

“In that case, no.”

She paused a second. She looked serious. “I want you to. Seduce someone, I mean.”

“Who?”

“Barry.”