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Deidre Ch. 02

By: Paris Waterman



Chapter 2

High School -- The Prom & Graduation

As I said at the outset of chapter one, I am a very, nasty, very promiscuous lady; if anyone really considers me a lady at all. In summary, I began dating Johnny, after he asked me to the Prom. We had what I thought was satisfying sex only to learn that I was still a virgin. My best friend Elsie resolved that by fixing me up with her boyfriend, Stevie, who copped my cherry and opened a Pandora's Box of sorts; bringing us up to the next phase of my promiscuity.

*****

My session with Stevie was revelatory in several ways. First and foremost I now knew what it was to get laid. I would try to impart this important information to Johnny without crushing his male ego. And I would, if that failed, hook up with Stevie's friend, Dick Burns. Letting Stevie jump my bones again was a pleasant thought, but I rejected it as it would hurt Elsie, and I loved her dearly and didn't want to risk our friendship for a roll in the hay.

With the Prom a week away, I found myself under the stands at the high school football stadium, with Johnny's cock once again rubbing the hell out of my clit, his hands under my sweater, playing with my nipples. 

"Try putting it in me, Johnny," I gasped, for although he wasn't fucking me, he certainly was pleasuring me with all that rubbing on my sensitive nubbin.

"I am in you, baby," he grunted. 

There was no arguing with the guy, and not wanting to take any chances since he was close to coming and doing me bareback, I reached down between my legs, grabbed his dick and after contorting my body to accomplish what I wanted to do, I brought it to my mouth. He was rock hard, but when I eyeballed his manhood I figured his length at about four inches. Holding firmly to the base of his dick with thumb and forefinger, I absorbed his mushroomed shaped helmet, quickly created a vacuum and sucked hard.

Johnny groaned; it was his first blowjob -- mine too, for that matter. Oh, I had given Stevie a couple a gratuitous licks at Elsie's, but that hardly qualifies as a full-fledged BJ. 

In a matter of seconds I had him completed encased in my mouth, caressing the head with my tongue and being ever so careful not to scrape him with my teeth, although I did enjoy the feel of his flesh on my teeth as he buried himself in my mouth. When I felt his ball sac brush up against my chin I stopped to take stock of the situation.

I had deep-throated him for sure. But was it worth bragging about? I wondered about that, thinking of future BJ partners and how they figured to be somewhat bigger than Johnny-Boy. I began to move my head back and forth, letting his dick almost leave my mouth before sucking him back in while fondling and squeezing his balls with my left hand.

I felt Johnny's pressure building as he started moaning for his much needed release. Suddenly, and with no verbal warning, I was sampling the warm splash of his splooge on my tongue as he came in my mouth. The next thing I knew, I was swallowing his salty flavored semen.

*****

A week later we went to the Prom. He and this geeky guy named Roger had hired a stretch limo which I thought (and still do) coolest of the cool things to do on Prom night.

Roger's date was a skinny girl named Beth-Ann, who I knew ever so slightly. She had a rep as a skank among the girls Elsie and I palled around with. Like I said, she was skinny, with a case of acne I wouldn't wish on anyone and bad breath that constantly popping Sen-Sen didn't help.

The Prom itself was typical, you know, a teacher for every couple on the dance floor, or so it seemed to me. Roger had a hip flask full of rye whiskey that we emptied repeatedly only to have him fill it from a bottle he had sequestered away just outside the place the Prom was being held at. Bottom line, all four of us were three-sheets to the wind when we reentered the stretch limo when the Prom came to an end. 

I remember Roger telling the driver to take us for a ride in the park, which was several miles away, and that was fine by me 'cause it gave Johnny and me time to cuddle. Johnny being a dreamy kisser soon had me in Ga-Ga land which is where I was when I heard the slap: WHAP! And Beth-Ann screaming, "Get the fuck off me!" 

Johnny and I came out of our clinch to see Beth-Ann with her panties hanging off one ankle and Roger with the imprint of her hand on his reddened cheek.

Roger started apologizing immediately, "I'm sorry, Beth-Ann, I'm really sorry!"

Then both of them became aware of us staring at them. We didn't know what it was all about, but we knew the date was over. Beth-Ann and I told the driver to take us home and he did. Beth-Ann's house was first and she just jumped out, telling Roger she could find her front door all by herself, thank you.

Next we let Roger out, and then drove to my home in almost complete silence. Johnny walked me to the door and I remembered that I was unzipped. We both giggled as he pulled the zipper up for me. I was almost 4:00a.m., so I didn't invite him in, but I tiptoed and he bent down for our goodnight kiss.

I found out the next day what happened in the back seat. Roger had brought a pack of rubbers and expected to make it with Beth-Ann. She told him he could go down on her and she on him, but that she wasn't putting out for him. But when her panties were down and his fly opened, he tried to slip it into her. What he didn't expect was that Beth-Ann would anticipate his move and cut him off at the pass, as it were.

I told her I was sorry because I knew she liked him a lot. She told me not to worry because he'd be back. Before she hung up the phone she said, "See, he's at the front door now." Then she giggled, "Don't tell anyone but we're gonna fuck like rabbits up in my bedroom."

I'm not sure what it was, but something about her really turned me off.

I didn't hear from Johnny on either Saturday or Sunday. On Monday he took me for a short drive, and just when I thought we start making out, he told me how much he liked me, but didn't want to tie me down when he went off to college the following month.

I swallowed what he had to say, smiled brightly and agreed that he was just thinking of my interests in the whole matter. I gently removed his hand from my breast and asked him to take me home. He drove me home and I went upstairs to my bedroom, fell face down on my bed and cried my eyes out.

*****

And with everyone abuzz about their plans for college, the summer, getting drunk, high or whatever, in no particular order, I told, well more like bitched about my experience to Elsie. She couldn't stop cursing when I told her about him. She asked if I wanted Steve to come over and console me. I thanked her, told her she was a real friend, but declined. So she did the next best thing, and we went on a double date, her and Stevie, me and Dick Burns.

We wound up at a nearby lake where we could water-ski. Dick Burns had his father's speed boat and all the necessary equipment, so we could swim, cook-out, and in general, have a blast.

We hopped in the boat and sped off to a small island just to be away from the crowd. On the island, the guys opened a cooler and handed out the beer. I declined and opted for a coke. In all my dates with Johnny I had never seen him drink anything but sodas, but high school was almost a thing of the past and I couldn't wait to get drunk for the first time, but I shied away from it just then.

Elsie and I did some water-skiing while Dick drove the boat and Stevie watched the tow line and us to make sure we were okay. Afterward we grilled some hot dogs, had another couple beers and after peeing in the woods, we lay on the shore on a blanket. 

Steve and Elsie did the same thing. A short time later a summer squall came up on us and we had no cover except the trees. Instead of running for the trees, Steve and Elsie pulled a blanket over themselves, so I didn't object when Dick did the same for us. This gave us an area of blanket under us about the size of a twin bed, so we were pretty close.

I was inside the folded side, by the way. So there we were all cuddled up against the rain and we could hear Elsie giggling. I said, "I wonder what they're doing?"

"This," Dick said and he rolled over and kissed me. It was our first kiss but I didn't object, after all, Elsie had proposed that he take my cherry the night that Stevie did.

So what was a kiss after that?

I enjoyed the kiss; he concentrated on my lower lip at first then moved to the upper before trying to stick his tongue in my mouth.

When we rolled over, it put the blanket in a bind so that I was pressed really close to him. I honestly couldn't tell if his forearm was sneaking a feel of my tits or not. So I pretended he wasn't and let his arm stay between us. I figured that it was alright as long as there were no hands involved.

I was wearing the skimpiest bikini that my mom had ever allowed me to buy. It tied at the sides of my hips and the top tied in back and also had a neck strap. By today's standards, it was conservative for a bikini. Still, it showed the tops of my 34B's and I had to keep pulling at the bottoms to make sure my ass didn't hang out too much. The neck strap hung down in front.

"Hey, what are you two doing over there?" Elsie called.

I just giggled and Dick said, "We'll never tell."

"Hey, c'mon, Steve, give that back!" Elsie squealed. I looked out from under the blanket and saw Steve's hand holding Elsie's bikini top straight up in the air, and her hands were trying to grab it. As I watched, the struggle stopped. The bikini top fell to the ground outside their blanket. All I could see was their forms squirming under the blanket. It was then I realized he was removing her bottom too. 

This made me really uncomfortable as I knew where they were headed and wasn't sure I wanted to follow. But we were so close under the blanket and intimate contact was unavoidable so when Dick's hand closed over my breast I only murmured "No, Dickie," but didn't move his hand away.

When he moved to pinch the nipple I was about to put a stop to the fondling when Elsie barked, "Stevie!" I knew from her tone that she would grant him anything he wanted from her. It also served to distract me from what Dick was doing.

What Dick was doing was freeing the breast from the bikini and licking it with his tongue. I didn't really mind, after all it was customary for Johnny to suck on them all night as we made out, and I really liked having my puppies played with that way.

So there I was, holding Dick's head to each tit in turn while he ducked gallantly away, sending rapturous tingles right to my cunny. While Dick was thusly occupied, I turned my neck to see what Elsie and Steve were up to, or at least how far they'd gotten.

From the odd shape of their blanket some ten yards away, I figured that Elsie was on top of Steve, probably naked by this time, and maybe doing it under the covers as the rain pelted down on all of us. The thought of her getting laid while I looked on made me hot. The fact that Dick was sucking and tweaking my nipples made me hotter yet.

His hands and mouth were setting me on fire, and his hands... his hands were squeezing my bare butt, and had been for a while with me distracted by Elsie's shenanigans. . To his credit, he removed the hand from my ass before I made him do it. Then I knew why he did not object, the side tie of my bottom was open, and his hand was on my belly between my navel and my pussy.

"Please don't, Dick," I said in as pitiful a voice as I could muster.

"All's I'm gonna do is touch you a little. I promise that's all."

I'll be honest; once he started touching there I went all mushy-like. It felt soooo good and all. He was everywhere: my face, hair, arms, and my breasts. But it was his kisses that kept me out there in La-La Land. His mouth was sooo soft and his tongue so hot and squishy in my mouth that I was half-way to heaven from that alone.

Every so often he left my lips to suck very hard on a nipple, sending me soaring with the erogenous effect. He was sort of laying half on and half off me. I could feel his boner through his bathing suit as he rubbed it against my upper leg. When I became uncomfortable, I tried to shift and this caused one of his legs to sort of "innocently" drop between my thighs. At first the leg was covered by the fabric of his bathing suit but Dick soon had the leg of his swimsuit pushed up so that his bare thigh was now pressing there. That felt fine, but then the thigh began to press and move against my crotch, massaging my pussy with his kneecap.

I had never heard any of my girlfriends talk about this; but it started to really turn me on. I could feel myself climbing to some peak way up there, closer now, but still out of reach. All my protestations were melted in this feeling of being "hot." The hands left my tits, but his lips continued to worry my little peaks.

Up to this time I had no intention of going further than this very heavy petting. In fact, I was about to call a halt to everything when he adroitly lost his bathing suit.

Even in my heated state I gathered my resolve and bleated, "You've gone far enough Dick, now stop."

Only to hear the words I'd longed to hear all my life. "Jesus, Dee, I had no idea you were so beautiful!"

I blinked a couple times as I realized he was holding the blanket up and gazing down at my body with an expression of awe on his face. I don't think I had ever felt more important in my life. This was the first time I had ever let any boy see me entirely naked. 

"Can I just hold you for a minute," he said. 

No way was I going to refuse this guy with a silver tongue. 

"Mmmm," I replied. He laid his head on my breasts with one ear covering a nipple. I brought up a hand and began to rub his head. The rain had stopped, but had soaked the blanket; our body heat caused a tepid warmth that was actually very pleasant.

He twisted his head and kissed the ear-warmed nipple then suckled it lightly. I felt my emotions stirring.

Then he was kissing me again. His hand found my pussy and his fingers began a magical massage that felt really, really good. I might have called a halt to things, but just about then he discovered my clit and I melted.

And so, when he slipped inside me and I did not resist in any way. I put my arms around his neck and pressed my body up against his. I will probably never know how much encouragement he felt from that one move.

Dick immediately began rapid in and out thrusts. Every time his groin smacked mine, it made an audible "slap" and my breath would exit in a "whoosh." I don't know how many times he pounded me like this, maybe twenty or thirty times, but he went rigid and I felt him grunt out his climax. Then he just collapsed on me. 

After a few moments of no movement from him, I pushed his chest and he rolled off of me, leaving a trail of semen along my thigh. I felt cheap and betrayed. Maybe Steve and Elsie were going great a few feet away. Elsie later confided that he'd cum three times in that short time frame. I still don't know about that. But I do know Elsie had a glow to her that lasted until the following afternoon.

**** Elsie didn't say a word when I dissed Dick when we were alone again. She just shrugged and some minutes later said: "Look we're graduating next week. Wanna have a party?"

"A party? Not at my house we're not!" I said.

Elsie shrugged her shoulders. "Oh I know that, not mine either. But... you know a guy named Timothy Meadows?"

I did happen to know him. He was a nerd, who was tall and skinny with the worse case of acne I'd ever seen. And of course I readily agreed to go. I mean, it was my graduation, everyone parties that night, don't they?"

Graduation was nothing to write home about. Stephanie Crabgrass was Valedictorian, Marie Gambetta had top honors; you know, nothing special that is until I got a peek at JoAnn Childress, who wore nothing under her gown. Elsie, me and Tammy Wheatland got a glimpse of her after the ceremonies. Apparently she had been boffing Big Milton, the star black basketball player who was going off to Cornell just before the guys had to line up for the presentations, and didn't have time to get dressed. So she brazenly ambled up, accepted her diploma and hoped to hell no one saw the state she was in. But as we were ahead of her in the acceptance line we left the auditorium just ahead of her and saw her trying to duck into a classroom with an armful of clothes; so we peeked in on her.

I know the whole story because after a few drinks at the party that night she 'fessed up about her and Big Milton. But after a few more drinks I was creating an even worse experience of my own. But I'm a little ahead of myself.

Earlier, Elsie and me got dressed, more for the party than the graduation ceremonies. I recall shimmying into a short, tight skirt and silk nearly see-through top; going panty-less just for the sheer thrill of it! I thought it transformed me from a grungy-looking high school girl to a hot-looking young woman. I glanced in the mirror and saw a Cosmo babe with long dark hair hanging down my back and sexy green eyes, glowing with excitement looking back at me. Oh, I had that feeling of anticipation that I'd had just before Elsie introduced me to Stevie. 

Speaking of Elsie, I had never seen her so elegant before. Oh, I had been with her when she bought the dark green dress, but on our Graduation Day it barely held her tits in check.

I'd seen her naked many times, but in that dress I was stunned at the amount of cleavage she had going for her. In addition to that, her hair was pulled back and pinned on the sides revealing her delicate earlobes and perfectly sculpted neck. Her stiletto heels gave her a good extra 4 inches of height, but that still only brought her up to about 5' 7".

After getting a gander at the two of us standing side by side, I felt like Cinderella before the Fairy Godmother showed up.

Stevie drove us to the party, which was actually held in Timothy Meadow's basement. I'm not knocking that. It was a huge space, with several rooms partitioned off at one end. It even had two half baths, so no one had to traipse upstairs to tinkle.

In the open area they had a DJ playing CD's from humongous speakers in the corner and about a dozen guys that weren't from our high school, but looked like they had stepped right of Rolling Stone Magazine. My male classmates looked like freshmen standing alongside them.

Every girl in the place, and I would include Timothy's mother among them, gazed lustily at them. 

"Who are they?" I asked Elsie, who knew everything as far as I could tell.

"Friends of Timmy's older brother. The one in the red T-shirt is Timmy's brother Jack."

I was sipping a Jack Daniels and coke that Mrs. Meadows made for me when JoAnn Childress came down the stairs with Big Milton on her arm. A cheer went up from the guys who recognized him, but truth be told it was really for JoAnn. It had to be for her the way she was dressed. 

JoAnn's athletic body was revealed in its full glory by a tight and short orangey-peach colored gauze dress that exceeded the slutty look the rest of us were striving for as it hugged her curves like it almost wasn't there. Her full breasts, rounded bottom, small waist and long legs all hit the eyes at once, and the effect was stunning. She wore heels that made her long supple legs seem to go on forever, black sheer stockings that held themselves in place and stopped just below the short hem revealing a tantalizing sliver of uncovered skin. 

It wasn't long before some of the brawny studs made their way up beside Tammy Wheatland, Elsie and me and asked us to dance. Elsie left us to retrieve Stevie who was gabbing with some guys, and Tammy and me were swept away by the pair of Prince Charming.


Deidre Ch. 02



Between the beat of the music and the Jack Daniel's that kept coming my way, I quickly lost myself in the music, lights, and mood of the party. I must have danced with one dreamy faced guy after another for a couple hours.

Around eleven, it occurred to me that I needed to make use of the powder room, and after finding a line of girls ahead of me I went upstairs to use the one in the Master bedroom. There was a bidet alongside the modern looking toilet, and gorgeous towels I couldn't bring myself to use after washing up. The sumptuousness of the whole layout amazed me, and I decided to check out the rest of the house.

Expensive cherry furniture filled all the rooms, along with original oil paintings on the walls, full sets of draperies, and beds that looked like they would hold a whole family each. I began exploring one of the back rooms and was day-dreaming about what it would be like to live in such a fantastic house when I heard voices coming down the hallway towards the room I was in. Embarrassed at being caught where I obviously didn't belong, I slipped into a walk-in closet about the size of my mother's bedroom back home, and pulled the door almost, but not quite closed.

I was stunned to see Timothy's mother enter with Big Milton hugging her from behind! But right in back of Big Milton was JoAnn Childress with two of the dreamy looking guys I had been dancing with!

"Are you sure no one will come barging in on us?" The guy I'd later come to know as Derek asked nervously.

Mrs. Meadows (first name: Sandra)replied, "Nobody barges into my bedroom, sweetie. Not unless I call them in."

Big Milton laughed and ran a hand up her dress, palming her pussy. "You know what you like, eh, Sandra?"

"I know I like big black cock. You've got one don'cha?"

JoAnn laughed raucously. "Does he ever!"

"Take it out and show us, honey!" Sandra said obscenely.

From my vantage point I saw him with draw his hand from under her dress and slowly tug the zipped of his fly down. I was totally enthralled. I had never seen a guy perform a striptease, and that's what Milton was doing.

"Fish it out for her JoAnn," he said commandingly, and Joann dropped to a crouch before him, almost splitting the seams of her tight-fitting orangey outfit. 

For some arcane reason I made a mental note to ask her what the hell the material was, but when I saw her shaven pussy framed between the black sheer stockings that stopped just below the short hem of the tight dress I coughed out loud and was discovered by Mrs. Meadows.

"Who the fuck is that?"

Red-faced, I stumbled out into the bedroom.

"I... I was...."

Mrs. Meadows's eyes were taking in the suppleness of my youthful body. Evidently she liked what she saw and waved off Derek, who was about to throw me out the window... well, that's what I thought at the time.

Mrs. Meadows was distracted on seeing JoAnn, who having extracted Big Milton's black cock from its hiding place, now had it poking into the side of her right cheek.

"Don't you dare make him cum!" she snarled and scared Joann so that she let him fall out of her mouth.

"What's your name, you spying bitch?" Sandra said, turning her snarl on me.

"Deidre," I replied weakly.

"Get the fuck out of those clothes and lay down on the bed!"

Hurriedly, I obeyed and nearly leapt from the floor to the King-sized bed. I remember thinking one thing and one thing only. I was going to get laid, probably more than once; probably by men and women alike. I couldn't have been happier.

Mrs. Meadows shucked her dress off, tossing it onto the floor. JoAnn and the guys followed suit, shucking their clothing on a nearby chair. Mrs. Meadows casually approached me and offered me a spray of breath freshener, and then pulled out a small bottle containing a thick red liquid. 

"To freshen us up a little," she explained, placing a few droplets onto a finger, then unabashedly spread her legs and inserted a finger into her pussy, making squishy wet noises as she spread it around inside. 

Then she had me stick my fingers out and poured a little bit of the stuff onto them. I sniffed it. It smelled nice, like strawberries. Then I spread my legs and carefully spread the gooey fluid onto my vaginal entrance before inserting a finger and spreading it around the first inch or so of my tight, love tunnel. I noticed that I was still nicely lubricated inside without being too wet. I was tempted to keep my finger in there, stroking my eager young cunt, but I made myself be patient, knowing that something far better would soon be feeding its aching hunger.

She smiled as she watched my finger going in and out. "Are you okay with this?"

I just smiled back and nodded, then grabbed a pillow and hugged it to my chest.

"Good... remember everyone, there aren't any rules. Just follow your instincts. You don't have to copy Milton and me if you don't want to. In fact, you guys may be pretty eager to get to the fucking, and that's okay. You can always practice the other stuff later."

"Okay," I said meekly, but hopeful. 

My eyes homed in on Kurt and his magnificent abs, and huge erection. Well, later I learned it was seven inches, but hey, seven can send a girl straight to heaven, as I will happily attest.

Derek didn't waste any time. He just hopped onto the bed and sat astride JoAnn and ran his hands over her back and behind.

I shivered from the thought of being touched that way.

Kurt approached me more slowly, a little uncertain, but I looked back at him and gave him a smile that I hoped was reassuring, but was probably just a nervous grimace. Our eyes locked, and he broke into the most beautiful, bashful smile I'd ever seen. I noticed how long and graceful his sweet eyelashes were as his gaze dropped away.

But then he seemed to lose his shyness and in a moment I felt the bed adjusting to his weight, then my pointed little buttocks were covered with wonderful, heavy warmth as his callused hands began to massage them.

I was facing Mrs. Meadows, and noticed her eyes riveted on Kurt. There was a beatific smile on her face. When she saw me looking at her she gave me a long wink. 

Unable to see Kurt, I watched Milton as he vigorously rubbed Mrs. Meadows back. His hips began to undulate on top of her, and my heart quickened when I saw his snake-like cock appear rubbing along the furrow of Mrs. Meadows's bottom. (From this point on, I'm calling her Sandra, it's less confusing.)

When Milton saw me looking, he just smiled and raised his eyebrows a couple of times. I hoped that meant he wanted to do me after Sandra. He did! But that comes later.

While Kurt and me were aping Sandra and Milton, JoAnn and Derek were already fucking. I mean, he had JoAnn kneeling on an armchair, bent over the back of it, her hair all over her face. She didn't look like a recent high school graduate at the moment, but more like a high-priced whore. What's more, he was fucking her up the butt and I had a birds-eye view. Her pussy was wide open; she was playing with herself while he fucked her. She was moaning into her forearm and he was yanking on her hair. 

And although it looked painful as hell, I don't think Joann minded one little bit. With each thrust into her poop-shoot, JoAnn's tits shook and jiggled all over the place. Derek had these fat balls that hung down and slapped against her hairy snatch every time he shoved his dick into her. 

All of a sudden he throws his head back and yells something like, "Holy shit, I'm cumming! Take it all, bitch!" Wrenching his dick out of her ass, he pumped it three times and then squirted what looked like a gallon of cum all over her back.

JoAnn was breathing super hard and raspy, and I knew from personal experience exactly what her fingers were doing between her legs, I could even her them squishing in her cunt.

Kurt, the sweetheart, was gaining momentum as he fucked me, changing his angle of penetration every other stroke. To make it even better, I raised my bottom a few inches. The resulting contact made us both groan with delight, and I undulated my hips beneath him, trying to magnify the sensations. 

We both began to grunt and groan with the feelings coursing through our horny bodies. My little pussy was now wet enough to spread its dew onto the bed sheet beneath us.

I dimly noticed Milton sucking and nibbling on Sandra's ears and neck, while she groaned and humped her bottom up against his monster cock as it left her twat trying to get it back into her as fast as possible.

A glance to the side told me that Derek was now sitting in the armchair, with JoAnn between his legs working on his flaccid member in hopes of raising the dead for another go.

Suddenly everything went dark. It took a second or so until I realized that Kurt was kissing me. It wasn't a great kiss, but under the circumstances it wasn't a bad one either. I kissed him back and he went into high drive, pumping wildly and I responded in kind. This was fucking at its best, or so I thought at the time.

Suddenly, the heat inside of me built to an intolerable intensity. I was going to cum! 

Only I didn't.

But I did feel his fingers against my sopping crotch, rubbing in search of my clit. I sent a hand to help him locate the tiny nub; he rubbed it several times and I erupted into a blazing inferno and came!

Unlike my previous sexual encounters, Kurt wasn't finished before me. Oh no. He had me rutting with him, eager to repeat the wonderful sensations all over again. My nipples were swollen and burning with pleasure. He noticed them and squeezed them, doubling the pleasure. 

I managed to open my feverish eyes and zeroed in on Kurt's. His deep brown eyes were watery, burning with ecstatic intensity. I lifted my hips upward to increase the pressure of our hungry loins, and I felt him press downward in response. The speed of his thrusts quickened, and I gasped at the vigorous massage my over-stimulated little clitoris was receiving.

So this was fucking!

And the moment his sperm cannoned out of his dick filling my snatch, I came too, screaming at the intensity of it all. I recall feeling my juices bathe his sweet little ball sacs as they copiously poured forth. Then I felt his body stiffen and press tightly against mine, as warm quick little spurts coated the walls of my vagina.

His eyes widened then closed as he suddenly relaxed onto me. I rubbed my hands up and down his sweaty back in gratitude. His hardon began to soften, but not much and I luxuriated in the feel of its luxurious thickness between our bodies.

Taking a moment to regain our breath, we looked over to the other side of the bed where Sandra had turned onto her back and was noisily sucking Milton's ebony shaft for all she was worth. He was sitting astride her, his buttocks undulating over her breasts, his hands twining through her hair. His head was thrown back, his mouth gaping open, and his eyes closed in a look of pure ecstasy. 

Sandra had her legs spread, and was busily frigging herself, making lewd wet noises inside her neatly trimmed pussy.

Suddenly, Milton yelped and held her head tightly against him, pressing his loins into her face. His face twisted into an orgasmic grimace, and his hips began to spasm quickly. He was cumming into Sandra's mouth.

Kurt and I turned back to face each other and we kissed again, long and slow. In a minute, our bodies began to move against each other, and I could feel his cock growing back to full hardness.

He began to move downward, slowly but purposefully. Then I felt the head of his erection slip down my furrow to press against my gaping vaginal opening. I adjusted myself slightly, and felt a mounting pressure as he roughly shoved himself back inside me.

Suddenly, Kurt was pulled away from me. I sat up in surprise and saw that Sandra had straddled him and was riding him hard; her eyes ablaze with crazed lust.

I shrugged, but didn't attempt to do anything about it. Milton moved next to me and began caressing my flanks. It felt good and I leaned toward him and we kissed. His mouth was soft and sweet. He was without a doubt the best kisser I had ever kissed.

When it ended he told me he was going to go down on me. I lay back, spread my legs and waited.

Next to us, I heard a series of lewd sucking noises came out of Sandra's pussy as her fluids mixed with Kurt's and trickled down onto his thighs in a thick froth. A moment later I lost track of everything but Milton's mouth as he devoured my cunt. 

He made a feast of it, stretching my labia with his fingers and then sucking on each lip as if he was shucking corn. It was fantastic! But nothing compared to when he approached my clit, brushing it ever so lightly with his lips and then inserting several fingers into me. I have no idea how many, I've examined and studied his hands many times since. I cannot for the life of me picture him with more than two of those incredibly long, thick digits in me. I was, after all, only eighteen. I had not been used all that much. In a word, I was tight down there. But he told me he had four fingers in there, worming around, looking for my g-spot.

And he found it; found it at approximately the same time he began nibbling on my swollen clittie; and sent me into outer space with a tumultuous orgasm that I can still feel if I think about it on a quiet night.

But he wasn't done with me. He waited until I revived enough to stop shuddering and as he so quaintly phrased it: "Laid some pipe in me." Again and again and again my magnificent black lover plowed into my gripping, spasming, tight little cunt, measuring his pace and not letting my desperate thrusts break his rhythm. I lost track of time, my awareness fixated on my lover's massive, plunging cock and my burning, twitching sodden twat.

It seemed like I was coming forever. My consciousness nearly shut down as an animal lust swept over me.

I vaguely recall Sandra, going down on me afterward. She craved Milton's sperm and sucked most of it out of my pussy. I have the briefest recollection of Derek fucking me after that, but couldn't swear to it.

I remained in the bed long after the others left. Mrs. Meadows, (I forgot to think of her as Sandra once she had her clothes back on.) told me I could stay there as long as I wanted. Only when the house was quiet did I dare to leave the bed. My body ached, especially my twat, but I managed to dress and slowly moved down the staircase to the living room. It was dark, but a cigarette glowed from across the room.

"Good night, Deidre," Mrs. Meadows whispered.

"Good night, Mrs. Meadows," I said. "Nice party."

"Yes, it was, wasn't it?" there was a short pause, and then, "You must call me some time. I'm in the book. We can have another... session like this evening's. Would you like that?"

"I'd have to be crazy not to," I replied, as I found the door knob and opened the front door.

"Do you need a ride?"

"Um, I can walk," I answered.

"No, no. Not on those shaky legs. Wait a moment. I'll be right back."

I waited by the door. In less than a minute she was back with her son, Timothy. His acne all but glowed in the faint glow of his mother's cigarette.

"I... I can, um drive you home, Deidre, you want."

I nodded. I was in no shape to walk the two or three miles to my place.

"Just give him a nice blowjob, Deidre. It's the least you can do. It's so late and all. And it is his graduation," Mrs. Meadows chirped. 

Timmy drove me home in his mother's BMW. After he parked outside my house, I leaned down and took his cock out. It was about six inches and hard.

"Did you get laid tonight, Timmy?" I inquired more out of curiosity than any real desire to know.

"Naw... I'm kinda shy, you know?"

"Well your mom did."

"Did she?" he seemed genuinely surprised.

Rather than provide him any more information, I took him in my mouth and swirled my tongue over his stiff appendage. He came in no time at all. I cleaned him off and put him little friend back in his pants. I reached for the door, but his hand stopped me. 

"Could... could I have a good night kiss, Dee?"

"Sure you can, Timmy," and I kissed him softly, then applied enough pressure to get him to open his mouth and sent my cum slicked tongue into his mouth.

He moaned the length of the kiss. I felt sorry for him.

"What, um, are you doing tomorrow, I mean, tonight, Timmy?"

"I dunno, watchin' TV, maybe playing some video."

"Want to get laid?"

"What... sure I do!"

"Can you get your mother's car again?"

"I guess," he said.

"So meet me by the Baptist Church on 4th Street, say around seven?"

"Yeah... sure. You... you're not fucking with me are you?"

"I just gave you a blowjob, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but...."

"No buts, Tim. Tonight at seven. You'll get laid, I swear it."

"Hey, you... you're the one I'm gonna fuck, right?'

"I'm not sure yet. Probably, but I know someone who might want to fuck you. Interested?"

"You know I am!"

"Good. Seven then."



Deidre Ch. 03



Timmy turned out to be an all right guy. Of course he lacked self-confidence, and always seemed to wear these awful brown-and-orange polo shirts, and jeans that were too big for him. Self-confidence has always been a big thing for me in evaluating a guy's worth besides a flashy car and lots of money. 

Timmy had none of it, but his brother Jack did. I know this because: a. I saw him in person at the party and he was soooo HOT! And b. Timmy told me he had a great job and drove a Mercedes convertible. So... money and a hot car, plus ab's to die for, and who knew what else in those tight slacks he had on at the party.

But back to Timmy, who I promised to get laid; Elsie didn't want to cop his cherry, leaving it in my capable hands, so... I fucked his brains out in the backseat of his mother's BMW.

Along the way I learned that Timmy was strange, but in a nice way. First off, he had a decent sized dick, but not overly big. And, he kept it clean shaven, something that I hadn't come across in my limited knowledge of men and their firepower. But since we ladies shaved trimmed or depleted the hairs around our pussies, why shouldn't a guy do the same?

He also professed to wearing his mother's panties, preferring them to jockey's, but never to school as he had to shower after Phys-Ed classes, and the guys would have been unmerciful had they caught him wearing his mother's lingerie. In fact, I later learned of his penchant for cross-dressing, and even borrowed a gorgeous dress from him once.

Timmy was also a legitimate virgin. Oh, I had blown him the night before after he drove me home, but that doesn't count, I mean, ask the president.

I had him drive us to the park, found a secluded spot and we climbed into the back seat. We got naked. I extracted Timmy's smooth, hard dick from the black silk panties he was wearing, it was already drooling pre-come with eager anticipation. I started off by giving him a blowjob in which I experimented with some things I had thought of and some things that seemed to come naturally. 

I rubbed my boobs up and down his shaft, and licked his tender, fat balls and slurped the purple head until he was harder than hard. When I took the head into my mouth I realized its texture reminded me of soft velvet, and wound up kissing it over and over again just because it felt so fucking smooth.

Timmy didn't know enough to tell me to get on with it, and so I continued my explorations, playing with the opening or meatus, as I came to learn a few years later. I teased the string-like portion coming down from the head to a ring of skin called the corona, using my lips and the tip of my tongue and gauged the silky smooth skin along his shaft, wishing my skin had a similar feel to it.

Timmy was almost afraid to touch me and lay quite still as I knelt on the floorboard (he had no mats in the damn car for some unknown reason and I was too dumb to ask why).

Finally I took him into my mouth, letting my lips slide over the head and down about three additional inches and noticed my jaw stretching a little to accommodate him. Then I let him out, well almost out, but not quite. But enough to inquire how I was doing.

"Um... just great... Deidre."

Gee, it was nice to know he remembered my name.

It was enough for me to take him back in my mouth and go to town, sucking on his pulsing penis, licking his balls and kissing my way up and down his shaft. I listened to each of his evermore pronounced moans as I slid my mouth up and down his dick. For kicks, I let my mouth fill with saliva, made a tight seal of my mouth and sucked while drawing him from my mouth, sort of like sucking on a peppermint stick when you were a kid.

"Wanna cum in my mouth, Timmy?"

"Maugh!" he answered. I took it as a yes and moved my head up and down from the head of his penis to about four inches beyond that, my limit at that time. I went faster, establishing a kind of rhythm with him that I know he appreciated.

Then I realized I was getting very excited and began moving my shoulders and back instead of my neck. It kept me from getting tired and probably provided me with more energy to finish him off in style.

"Cum for me baby," I whispered, looking into his frightened eyes. "Cum in my mouth." 

Then I put his nice, red juicy crown in my mouth, pressed my tongue against the underside of the head, and jerked him off hard and fast until he came in my mouth with a little wail; gobs and gobs and gobs of hot, sticky, salty-sweet boy-come. I swallowed with gusto.

Afterward, Timmy surprised me by opening the glove compartment and filling a pipe with pot and getting the both of us stoned. A few minutes and a couple of wet kisses later I was jerking him back into fucking fitness.

"I know you're a virgin, Timmy, but I want to be your first woman."

I... I want you to be my first, Deidre," he replied quietly.

I ground my lower body against him, felt him grab my breasts and squeeze them, harder than I expected him to do, but still, it was gratifying as all get out to me.

"I've been waiting for this for so long," he said hoarsely."

"I want you in me, Timmy."

"I can't tell you how much this means to me," he said as his voice cracked with the emotion of the moment. 

We fell back on seat as I opened my legs for him, and only then realized that I still had my jeans on.

"Wait! One sec, Timmy!" I grunted as I tugged my jeans down with an urgency I hadn't thought I had. I got my panties down to my knees before Timmy mounted me and I guided his cock into my pussy.

We tried it that way for a minute or so, but it wasn't working; he kept falling out on the backstroke. I had him get up and take my place on the car seat. Then I slowly sank down on his shaft with both of us groaning with sexual need. Timmy's eyes were riveted on his cock disappearing into my cooze while his hands ran up and down my thighs. 

My pussy was tight yet slippery around him and I concentrated on holding him in me. (I was kegeling without knowing what the term even meant.)

Timmy had come once and I knew he'd last for a while, so I dipped a hand down to my pussy and strummed my clit while he squeezed my ass cheeks.

"Like it Timmy?"

"Oh yeah!"

"Play with my tits you want," I said huskily, making them swing back and forth in front of his face.

He seemed mesmerized for a moment, and then caught one with his left hand and brought it to his mouth and began sucking.

The thrill he caused went right to my clit and I had a little orgasm from it.

"How's that pussy, Timmy?" I asked after getting my breath back.

"W...wonderful!" He gasped.

"Wanna try another position?"

"Sure... I'm up for anything."

"You're up, that's for sure," I said and we both laughed.

After a few seconds, I leaned forward and kissed him then I dismounted and still on my knees, (not easy in the cramped backseat.) I leaned forward and presented my wriggling ass to Timmy.

He groaned at the sight then kissed each cheek in turn.

"That's nice, Timmy," I cooed, hoping he'd go down on me. But he was already rubbing his dick against me, trying to find my hole. I reached back, took him in hand and guided him back into my snatch.

He proved that he had some sense of manhood by taking hold of my hips and driving his dick deep inside me, and almost sending my face through the window of the car.

He was quick to apologize and I felt it was as much my fault as his and quickly assured him all was well and to get on with the fucking.

Gradually we established a rhythm, increasing our pace more quickly than I intended and causing my orgasm to come on even quicker. He never noticed a thing.

I knew he couldn't be far behind me and so I tried to work up another cum for myself, hoping we might arrive at one together.

We were pounding against one another for several minutes when I felt him swell up inside me. He's gonna cum, I told myself, and began to rub my clit feverishly to come with him as his hips smacked against my ass.

"OH!" he gasped and I felt his hot seed filling my pussy.

To his credit, Timmy kept on pumping and helped me reach another orgasm that was still in process when he pulled out and slumped to the floor of the car, completely spent.

We just held each other for a while, not talking, only catching our breath. When the silence was finally broken, it was by Timmy, who said: "I'd do anything for you, Deidre."

"You would?" I said, not believing my ears.

"Sure I would."

"So, would you tell your brother Jack about me?"

"What?"

"I said, would you tell your brother about me. I have kind of a crush on him."

And that's how I got a date with Jack Meadows.

*****

"So you copped my brother's cherry, did you?" Jack said after he parked his car in front of his seedy looking apartment. I was naïve and all, but I was still unimpressed with where he lived. After all, Timmy's house was really first class, but this... well, I was hot for Jack and went in anyway.

Elsie hadn't believed me when I told her he was taking me out and I had the secret thrill of knowing she was watching us as we drove off. Of course, I hadn't told her we were going straight to his place. I'd let her think I was being wined and dined before any hanky-panky. Anyway, I'd tell her the whole story the next day. It was too juicy not too.

Jack was twenty something; with a fancy car and the body of an ex-competitive swimmer not yet gone completely to seed. When I asked him what he did for a living, he said he was an investor, but neglected to say what he invested in. I was too busy taking in his good looks to think clearly, and when his hand slid under my dress I drifted away into a sexual haze that put my brain on hold.

I felt my pussy getting all gushy wet as his finger probed away at it. I didn't notice the wedding ring on his finger until he took his hand out from under the dress to lick his fingers.

"Are you still married, Jack?"

"Yeah, is that a problem?"

I said "No", and it really wasn't, and I didn't ask him any more questions.

He held the door to his apartment open for me, giving my ass a squeeze as I passed by and entered the apartment. It reminded me of my room. It was a mess of empty beer cans, food wrappers, clothing strewn everywhere, and an overflowing garbage can.

"Nice place," I tossed out just to say something.

"Yeah, thanks," Jack replied as if I was really complimenting his domestic skills. "So, how about it?" he said as if I knew what he was talking about.

"How about what?" I said.

"How about a blowjob. Timmy raved about the one you gave him."

"Oh... yeah... okay, where do you want it?"

"I'll sit in the chair, you can get on your knees, you know?"

He sat down and extracted his dick from his slacks. It wasn't intimidating at all. I mean, it was a nice size and all, but with his build and all, I had expected something close to Milton's enormous penis. So as I bent to the task I was kinda disappointed. He had one of those funky dicks where the crown is smaller than the actual shaft, which was pale, and strained up and out, curved like a drawn bow. A glistening drop of precum was balanced on the tip, like a dewdrop on a spear of asparagus. I stuck out my tongue and licked it off.

And was momentarily blinded by the flash of his camera.

"What the fuck?" I blurted in surprise.

"I take 'em for memories sake," Jack said by way of explanation.

I was eighteen. I didn't give a shit about him taking any pictures of me blowing him. I didn't think about the possibility that they might come back and haunt me some day, and so I blinked once or twice and got serious about sucking his dick, and running my hands over his magnificent body. I mean, his pecs and abs were to die for, at least I thought so at the time. 

He seemed to be everything I had always dreamed of in a guy and here I was sucking him off.

Now Elsie and me love sucking dick. We hadn't sucked all that many at this point, but we had had a few, and thought we were world class at it. I started out just slurping the length, trailing my tongue along the underside of his rigid prick, kissing his balls and the petite scarlet crown; and then when he started to get really into it, I opened wide and swallowed. 

I'll tell you up front, Timmy was longer and thicker, and along with Elsie, had practiced with a couple bananas to see if we could deep throat a guy. With Jack, I found I could get the whole thing in my mouth and keep it there, bobbing my head up and down and keeping my teeth well out of the way. I don't know about him, but I was more or less in heaven.

Jack was into it too, humping my face and calling me a horny bitch and a slutty little cunt. The more he talked, the hotter I got. His cock was swollen with excitement, trembling, practically pulsating. I could tell he was just about to come. 

Right on cue, he yanked his slippery dick out of my mouth and started jerking off. It took about two seconds, and then he came, squirting his hot, sticky semen all over my face: into my eyes and hair, up my nose, across my cheeks and lips and chin. Again, the fucking camera flashed. 

This time I managed to smile up at him as he clicked shot after shot of my cum-drenched face.

He gave me a washcloth to clean up then had me pose for his camera; shots of me on all fours, of my asshole, of my pussy, and of me holding my labia apart so "he could see the pink."

Finally he went to take a leak and I looked around the room. There was a picture of his wife, with clothes on, and one of a little girl, maybe three or four years old. The wife looked old and worn out in the picture, but I didn't think too much of it. Most of the women I knew in their thirties and forties looked that way, Mrs. Meadows being the exception.

I picked up Jack's camera as he strolled back into the room and flipped through the pictures he'd taken of me. The girl on the little LCD display looked pretty hot, I thought, mouth full of cock in one, cum splattered all over her face in another. I felt oddly smug looking at those pornographic snapshots. I wondered what his wife would say if she ever saw them.

Jack took the camera away from me then picked me up and carried me into the bedroom, which was cleaner than the living room. He later admitted he slept on the couch when his wife was at her mother's, leaving the bed fresh for her return.

"So why are we gonna fuck on it?" I asked dumbly.

"I'll give you clean sheets after; you can make it up again. She'll never know." "You better tell her you made it," I said, knowing my housekeeping skills were far from impressive.

I took off my dress and panties and hopped back onto the bed and waited with my legs spread, provocatively, I thought. 

CLICK-FLASH another picture for his memory book. Jack stripped, and then attacked my nipples and pussy until I my pussy was drooling and soaking the sheets.

"Jack," I asked nervously, "would you go down on me?"

He did, but he wasn't an all-star at it. In fact, he was fairly clumsy and didn't seem to have any idea what he was supposed to do. His tongue was excruciatingly clumsy, seeming to lick everywhere except the neediest parts, and he was only down there for about two minutes before he came up for air, beaming like he had memorized the Rosetta Stone.

"How was that?" he asked, just as the doorbell rang.

He grabbed a robe, threw it on and trudged to the front door before I could muster a reply to his ineptitude.

I heard him talking to someone, and as horny as I was at the time, I started masturbating to keep everything nice and wet down there.

I suppose I should have flipped out when Jack walked back into the room with another guy in tow, but as horny as I was I took it all in stride, only putting a hand over my cooze to maintain a sense of decency.

He introduced the new guy as his friend, Dominic. Dominic looked to be about the same age as Jack, with a high forehead and hairy forearms and a bit of a belly and a greasy complexion. He smiled at me and said to Jack, not me, "She's got really nice tits."

Jack pulled a six-pack of beer from the refrigerator, and opened three and handed us each one. 

Dominic set up a couple lines of cocaine, and I had my first taste of the white Lady. Mmmm.... The next thing I knew they were in bed with me, one on each side and I went to town sucking their cocaine-hard dicks, alternating between the two of them.

Dominic's cock wasn't much longer than Jack's, but it was notably thicker, and much hairier. I liked sucking Jack because it was easy to get the whole thing into my greedy mouth, and I didn't get his hairs stuck in my teeth, but I really enjoyed sucking them both. The situation was hugely exciting, and I savored the strong, male taste in my mouth.

Then Jack got up, rolled on a condom and started fucking me from behind, while I was still blowing Dominic.

I was really flying from the coke (I should add that we did a couple more lines prior to getting it on. I hardly noticed Dominic pulling his dick away from me and picking up the fucking camera. I did notice him when stood by the side of the bed and fed me his thick, strong-tasting cock again while shooting picture after picture of Jack hammering away at me.

Jack didn't last very long. He slipped straight into overdrive, humping wildly away at me, his cock twitching inside the condom as he came, emitting a series of stuttering grunts as he came. The guys traded places and Dominic maneuvered himself behind me and gave me a pretty good fucking while Jack snapped his pictures.

I was close to coming when Dominic yanked his dick out of me, peeled off the condom, and with a deep, drawn-out, guttural growl, exploded all over my back, splashing me with come from my butt-crack to my shoulder blades.

I collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty, panting mess. The two guys stood over me as I masturbated face down atop the sheets. They made small talk while I fingered myself, commenting on my body and snapping more pictures. I finally came, a long, deep orgasm that left me twitching, gasping into the bed linens.

Dominic gave me another beer and we did another line of coke, while Jack was making a phone call. I was pretty stoned when the next two guys arrived.

"Dee, meet Kevin and Tony," Dominic said as he opened another beer for himself.

"Man, look at that ass..." the one called Tony said as I looked around for something to cover my naked body.

Mmmm... fuckin' right, I'm gonna dig that...does she take it up the ass?" This was Kevin, the charming Kevin, as I still think of him.

I didn't hear or see the others arrive. All told there were nine guys in the apartment a few minutes later. They were all talking and I strained to turn my head far enough to see them, but because Tony was fucking me doggy-style and I had Kevin's thick cock in my mouth, I couldn't. 

"All right, my turn," a short, bald-headed guy shouted. He had his dick out and was waving it around as if it were a club. It was big and uncircumcised and I watched as it grew even larger in his calloused hand. 

"Lemme see what we got here, get the fuck outta the way, Tony!" 

"Mmm...sweet meat!" he chuckled as his hand roamed from my flank to my pussy. "Goddamn, she's drippin' like a faucet!" he yelled out as his fingers rubbed my pussy. 

He was obviously surprised at my condition. I don't know what he was drinking, I mean, I had already been worked over pretty well by the guys before he arrived.

I craved his dick. I could feel my pussy contracting on itself and juices were flowing and I couldn't hide it, especially when I felt the guys hand on me, his fingers sliding between my labia and pushing into my hot little cooze. Then I felt the head of his cock prick rubbing around the entrance to my pussy. 

It didn't take long before he was pushing it inside, stretching me slowly and I really appreciated his taking his time. He was thick, not all that long, but girth counts for a lot and he had it. I could feel the tender walls of my cunt protesting a little as he shoved them aside, making room for the good hard fuck I was certain was coming.




Deidre Ch. 03



"Here it comes, baby!" He grinned at me as I looked over my shoulder and I felt his hands grabbing the little bit of flesh around my hips, holding me tight. He started fucking me good then, pulling almost completely out and then slamming himself deep, over and over until I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. It was so good like that, just getting totally fucked hard. No foreplay, no lovey-dovey stuff, just his dick riding my hole the way it was meant to be.

"Yeah, that's it, baby...cum all over my cock...Fuck...what a slut!" He was breathing hard and pumping me while I moaned like a three dollar whore.

Off to one side someone asked, "Is she really coming, man?"

Dominic replied, saying, "Lookit her man, it's running down her fuckin' legs!"

Then someone else was rubbing their dick against my mouth and I opened wide and took him in.

The bald-headed guy fucking me slapped me on the ass, "Havin' a good time, sweetie?"

"Mmmfff," was the best I could manage by way of reply. I arched my back and groaned loudly as he began a rapid pounding into my pussy. I remember my body shivering with pleasure as that beautiful cock brought me to a heavenly orgasm.

He came, filling me up with his cum and when he pulled out another guy, I never knew who, replaced him, fucking me hard from the start. I came again, maybe a couple times before he did. Then another guy, I think it was Jack, took his place.

They flipped me over on my back after Jack came, and I saw several faces for the first time, none of whom I recognized.

Tony hopped back on me, having been usurped earlier by the bald-headed guy, immediately yelling crazily, "Yeah, fuck it, bitch! Fuck that cock!"

Then Kevin took a turn, talking dirty with every stroke of his cock. I'd never heard anything like it and it really turned me on. It's funny but all I recall him saying was, "Get your head up, bitch... look at me when you cum!" He practically growled each syllable at me as he wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled my face up to his before letting go so that my head snapped back and banged against the floor.

Then I was sucking two or more cocks at the same time. When they came, they made sure to get it on me; on my face, in my eyes, in my hair, or on my neck. 

Eventually my head was covered with sperm. 

"More," is all I can think to say as another guy comes over me, I move my head down and see men around me their hard cocks in their hands, I know they'll all cum over my face and can't wait to feel their cum all over me.

Two guys came at about the same time; one spurted across the bridge of my nose, the other on my left arm. For some reason I licked the cum off my arm, and then scooped what hadn't dripped off my nose into the palm of my hand and licked that clean too. I moaned and a bubble of cum leaked out of the corner of my mouth then burst as several guys laughed. 

I stood up on wobbling legs. They were finished with me. 

I found my panties and put them on. Kevin tossed my dress at me and I put that on too. My cum soaked hair was sticking to my face, and I tried my best to ignore it.

Later I learned that Kevin had brought a video camera, so most of the time there I was being photographed or videotaped.

Someone, It wasn't Jack, dropped me off at Elsie's. 

She let me in, and I flopped down on her couch acutely aware of the smell of sex emanating from my body, the gooey wetness in my pussy and my face and hair. 

"It turned into a fuckathon, Elsie," I managed before starting to cry.

Elsie stripped me, hauled me into the shower, and cleaned me up.

A week passed, Jack didn't call. My period came and went. He still didn't call, and I realized that he wasn't going to. 

I've never come across the pictures that Jack and the others took of me, though I've certainly spent plenty of wasted hours browsing through random homemade porn on the internet. They're out there though, somewhere. I can almost guarantee that.

To be continued...



Deidre Ch. 04



The gang-bang did something to my hormones. I mean, really did something to them. Elsie was flummoxed by my sexual activity over the next month. To be perfectly frank about it, I was nothing more than an eighteen year old whore in perpetual heat. I found guys everywhere I turned, and for a while I was literally spinning about in my rush to find them.

Like two nights after the gang-bang this guy with Elvis-like sideburns had me in his backseat. I'm naked and on all fours, panting with excitement. He hasn't even kissed me yet.

"Let me see you touch it," he says. 

My hand darts between my legs. I'm feeling better already.

"You like doing that, don't you?"

"Uh huh," I gasp, I've already got two fingers jabbing away. 

"You're such a fuckin' slut."

"Ughhhh!"

"Lemmie see the pink. I wanna see how wet you are."

No problem, I think, and wave my wet fingers under his nose.

"Lick it clean," Romeo says.

So I do. What the fuck, I do it at home, why not in the backseat of this fucker's car?

"Go ahead, get yourself off," he says. For a second I hesitate. I mean, is he or isn't he gonna give me some of his love meat?

What the fuck? I start fingering myself again. I file away the fact that he still hasn't kissed me, or touched my tits other than a minor grope when I got into the car. More importantly, I don't know if he's sporting a woody. Christ on a crutch, I hope he is!

"Are the fantasies starting yet?" he says, and brings me up short.

"What?"

"You fantasizing yet?

"You asking if I'm dreaming of a big cock to fuck me?"

"Yeah... maybe more than one."

"Under the circumstances... yeah," I respond. But I'm wondering if I should grab my clothes and bolt the fuck out of the car.

"Just one cock, or lots?"

"Lots," I whisper.

"Wanna see mine?" 

My cunt tingled as I nodded my head. I heard his zipper going down. 

"Have a look at this dick," he said proudly.

I saw why he was so proud. He was big, really big. I wanted to droll over the fucking thing it was so big. I put my hand on it and found that my fingers were about three inches from touching. 

Oh, Jesus. Have I died and gone to heaven? I mean, Elsie and me have had this conversation at least a dozen times. What I'm saying is how big a big cock got, you know?

"Big enough for you?" He says.

"Oh, yeah... and then some," I add.

"Taste it."

I pull back the foreskin. I recall that Elsie told me once that the scent of some guy's cocks could make your cunt clench. I hadn't believed her. She loved to feed me bullshit; you know how it is with best friends. But she was right. This guy had my cunt doing loop-the-loops.

I realized he was watching me sniff his glands as delicately as possible without actually pressing my nose against it.

I realize I'm still fingering myself and stop, suddenly embarrassed. But I'm one horny bitch and would probably have fucked under the corner traffic light if he'd asked me. 

"We are gonna fuck, right? I ask and hate myself for asking.

"You want me to put my big dick in your snatch?"

"That's the general idea, yeah," I say.

"Okay, but I'm warning you, I'm gonna pull out before you're ready to cum. Are you up for that?"

Anything less than a tumultuous orgasm is repellent to me; but I nod anyway. He can't possibly be serious. "Whatever you say," I say.

I'm surprised to hear him laughing. "You're betting that once I'm fucking you I won't be able to stop, right?"

I didn't answer him, but rolled onto my back and spread my legs.

He pressed his magic wand against the wet folds of my vulva. I'm holding my breath. When that monster goes in I'll either take a deep breath or die of suffocation.

Then... one, two, three short jabs and the motherfucker's in to the hilt. I am fuckin' stuffed like the Thanksgiving Turkey.

He made it flex several times and I can feel the big O building.

"Lemmie have it, motherfucker," I say.

What does he do? He pulls it out and rubs it over my folds. And this drives me wild! Then after a long pause his cock slides back in again, and I start to tremble. 

Shit... I'm seconds away from heavenly bliss. When he slaps my ass several times. I have no choice but to let him think I'm loving it. My patience is rewarded when he starts fucking with a vengeance. He even sends a finger into my asshole. 

Suddenly I love this guy's style. But all I can say is "Oh God," over and over.

"Ten seconds," he says.

"What?"

"Eight seconds."

He thinks he's a fucking bombardier, I tell myself; He's counting down to his unloading in me. Okay, I'm fine with that.

"One!" he says and pulls the fuck out, and jerks himself off until he starts coming. He comes all over me, but not in my pussy.

I dressed and got the fuck out of the car, having to listen to the bastard laughing at me and telling me, "I told you... well, didn't I?"

I let loose a string of vindictive and started walking, refusing to get back in the car. Eventually he drove off and I hitched a ride back to my neighborhood. Fortunately for me the driver was a woman who sensed that I had had a bad date and left me to my own thoughts, asking no questions.

***** But I was out again the following night, looking for Mr. Goodbar, or whatever. I found him in the first bar I hit. 

Elsie had wanted to come out with me, but I talked her out of it, saying, "Yeah, sure, I meet Mr. Right and he doesn't have a friend so I turn him down just to stay with you."

God Bless Elsie. She completely understood and let me go.

Twenty minutes after meeting Mr. Whatshisname... and the wedding ring he wore on his left hand, we were in a seedy motel room with him sucking hard on my left nipple through the fabric of my bra. It was wonderful! For some inane reason I was thinking of what the texture of the bra's material felt like against his tongue. (I will confess that later that night, I tried it out in my room. Yeech!) 

But he had my nipple trilling all the way to my clit, as he sucked, rolled, licked and then bit down on my nipple, softly at first, and then harder, all the while looking up at me. I closed my eyes and inhaled, ready for the flood.

It was building, spreading and burning all through my body. I whimpered, arching my back, wanting to press my cunt onto his thigh but resisting.

By the time he bit into my right nipple I was flying above pain. And I was humping his thigh, not pressing against it!

When he stopped I was totally ecstatic. We looked at each other and smiled. I laughed.

"Did you just cum?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied with a shy lewdness. Within a minute I'm hanging onto the bedpost for balance as my body is jounced all over the place by his plundering mouth.

I come. I know he tasted my juice, hot on his mouth, my pussy closing around his tongue. His arms wrap around my thighs and his fingers pull my labia apart. I can feel my clit exposed, wanting warmth and cover. His tongue swirls it gently.

My body moved slightly forward and back against him, my cheek pressed against the wooden wall hanging. I can smell the lacquer as my breath warms its surface. 

Suddenly, we're on the floor, he's on his back and I'm on top of him, my face between his legs, his mouth refastened to my clit.

The scent emanating from his cock was overpowering. What an aphrodisiac! I inhaled, drunk on the smell. I didn't put my mouth on his dick. I buried my face in his hair instead and traced his scent across every inch of his groin as I nuzzled him.

My hair fell onto his thighs and slid over his cock, which was growing harder by the second. He grabbed my head and pushed it down onto his shaft then went back to munching my cunt.

I was coming as I enveloped his testicles in my mouth.

I was still coming as I sucked his adorable shaft and drained him of his life giving fluid.

I figure we'll rest a while then fuck ourselves silly. 

Silly me. How was it I didn't know my pussy was poised for greatness?

His fingers reach inside me and search out my g-spot. His thumb rests briefly on my already swollen clit. I am beside him on my knees with legs spread, bracing myself with a hand on his leg.

He started slowly, moving his fingers and wrist with steady pressure and gradually built to a fucking rhythm I can get behind. I envision my pelvis totally relaxed. My hips circle and I feel it: the cold tingle spreading from my clit throughout my body. I let myself be open. There is a low hum coming from my throat.

I don't want to stop this.

It's coming, and I can't speak, can't warn him that this is big- bigger than anything he's felt.

My hips press forward and up as his three fingers massage my insides.

The hum becomes louder and he's thrusting from his elbow and I'm ecstatic with the pulsing warmth and wetness. 

I'm raining cum down his arm.

"Oh, Jesus..." he murmurs. 

I manage to ride through the first torrent only to cry out as the next wave crashes.

Again I'm flooded. He's flooded. The floor is shiny with my juice.

I open my eyes.

He is looking at me in awe.

I swallow and manage a smile. "So I'm a squirter, huh? Who knew?"

He slowly withdraws his hand from my cunt. I look at him and, using the hem of my dress, dry myself. I am exhilarated. It's great to get laid right.

***** The following night I'm with a guy named David.

"Do you worship cock? He asked. Not out of the blue, of course. I had already told him I wanted to get laid. I told him because I wanted no misunderstanding between us. I was still vibrating from the night before and wanted to repeat it all if possible. 

Unfortunately, I lost the guy's number. Fuck-shit, I didn't even remember his name!

So David... (See I remember HIS name!) is asking me if I worship cock while sitting in an easy chair in his apartment. 

I'm kneeling between his legs wearing a pair of light blue panties and nothing else. That may be why he felt he could ask such a question.

"I'm not all that religious," I say.

"Cock worship doesn't require a tithe," he said with a smile.

My heart and other sensual parts smiled and skipped a beat or two.

"Well, I guess I could give it a try."

"Take my clothes off," he said. "Everything but my shirt."

I unbuttoned his shirt but left it on. I unlaced his shoes, took them off then peeled off his socks and put them carefully inside the shoes. I opened his belt, unzipped his trousers, and took them off; leaving his Jockey's on until I finished folding the trousers. After I carefully placed the Jockey's on top of the trousers on the sofa beside him, I turned back to him and contemplated his erection.

It wasn't fully erect, but it had grown thick and heavy.

"Show me what you can do with this cock of mine," he said.

I bent my head and softly kissed the top of his cock.

"Don't pull the foreskin back till I say so," he groused, "Some of you think it's a god damn plaything!"

I didn't respond to that. Of course we think of it as a plaything. It is a plaything!

"Kiss it a little first," he said, prompting me to get going.

I puckered my pretty red lips and kissed it all the way down the shaft until I came to his balls. 

"Cup them, but be careful not to squeeze 'em," he said gruffly. I wondered briefly who had played with his 'plaything' before that had him so worried about how I'd be handling him.

Despite his warning, I gave them a light squeeze and felt him shudder with delight.

"You can do it a bit harder," he said.

I squeezed a little tighter and licked first one and then the other.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, obviously liking what I was doing.

"Mmmm," I said. "I don't know if that's worship, but it's nice."

"Yeah... it is," he said agreeably.

I began to kiss back up the shaft again. When I got to the top my tongue came out and licked around the very edge of the foreskin and then into the little hollow inside it; pushing the tip of my tongue a tiny way into the urethra. Then I licked my way down to his balls and took one back into my mouth and rolled it around.

"FUCK!"

Letting the testicle drop from my mouth, I hefted his cock in the palm of my hand.

"It's very pretty."

"Cocks aren't pretty," he said. 

"I think yours is," I said, standing my ground.

"They're..." he paused searching for the right word. "Formidable, that's what they are!"

"Not all of them," I countered and heard him laugh.

"Right you are. Some of 'em are... inadequate. Would you agree?"

Rather than respond, I merely nodded my agreement, causing him to laugh again. I decided that enough was enough, if he wanted a blowjob; I'd give him one he wouldn't forget. Taking his big thingy in hand, I began rubbing it against my cheek. I made my facial expression one of sheer reverence, knowing he could see my face. It paid big dividends. He began to swell in my hand as I brushed it with my lips, and then rubbed it against the side of my nose and across my eyelids.

"Please," he moaned, "Suck it!"

I peeled the foreskin back then slowly wrapped my mouth around the base of his glands. My tongue caressed the quivering bulb. Looking upward, I saw his eyes roll back in his head.

I figured I must be doing something right in his cocksucking house of worship. So I doubled my efforts. 

He came a ton. Almost all of it in my mouth. I gulped it down, making an exaggerated sound in swallowing it.

David surprised me. After lavishing my fellating for several minutes, he went down on me. I will admit that while he wasn't quite as good as whatshisname, he brought me off. What's more, when he finished he was hard again and fucked me raw, managing to keep his erection while I came at least six or seven times on his big pogo stick. Yea, Davie! I made it a point to get and save his phone number.

Elsie met me at the door to our apartment. "You got good and laid, I can see it on your face," she giggled.

I hiked up my dress and spread my legs. David's sperm was running down my legs.

"Fucked my brains out, I said inanely, and then went to bed without washing my pussy. 

*****

It's Saturday, sitting on my bed, I spread my legs wide to take a closer look with a hand held mirror. From the outside it looks the same, especially with all my dark pubic hair. I push aside the curls to reveal my hidden treasure. You can't tell that it's no longer virgin, at least 30 times over by now. The hole doesn't look any bigger to me. Are the labia a bit redder or puffier? I think so. After last night's battering they should be. I start caressing the soft petals until I grow wet, then I notice the crust of his sperm from last night and laugh. But I don't jump up and shower. I tell myself I better stop now, or I'll be late. I need to think of something else. So I start doing the Kegel exercises that Elsie taught me. My entire pussy vibrates. I feel the inner vaginal muscles getting stronger daily. No way am I going to become a loose, sloppy fuck like some girls who screw constantly.

After I climax I take the much needed shower. 

Elsie and I go shopping; she buys a new vibrator, I buy new lingerie. We agree to team up tonight, to remain together no matter what.

We'll see. We've made those promises before. Before one of us met that certain guy who sets our pussies on fire.

As it turned out, there was no certain guy for either of us that night. Surprise, surprise, but it was a memorable night all the same.

****

"Bleep, bloop. Thump." We waded through the sounds that pooled around us, making our way to a bank of seats along a wall. Elsie had met this redhead at the door and she joined us as we trooped into the center of the noise filled room. 

By this time, Elsie and the redhead were swapping spit and chewing gum, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the seizure-inducing strobes. 

It was the kind of night where we couldn't settle in at any one place. We briefly hit the Pharaoh's Grill with Gina, (the redhead did have a name) where she and Elsie lifted each other's skirts and smacked each other's asses to roars of approval from a host of guy's. 

Somehow Gina talked us into leaving all that raw meat and going over to the Waterhole Bar on 17th Street to meet her other friends.

Squinting in the darkness of the Waterhole, I made out walls covered in graffiti, piles of broken glass, and banks of deeply stained upholstery. Gina's crazy friends were ensconced on some couches in the corner, right next to two homeboys who were dealing coke in plain view. 

A pale hipsterish girl with frizzy, curly, mop-top hair approached Gina and the two of them made all kinds of excited noises. Evidently they'd met at a party a week earlier and I heard Gina tell the girl, "I'll never forget your eyes," before they went into a long kiss. After they ended the clinch, the girl (her name was Nicole) invited us to a party the following Friday and left.

A frumpy blonde hit on me while I was waiting at the bar for a beer. But rather than tell her to get lost, I said my bladder was about to rupture and found my way to the ladies. 

Imagine my surprise when I encountered a guy inside the ladies room. He wanted to know if we could make pee-pee together. 

Think of me what you will, but I gave the offer serious consideration before declining. It worked out well, for returning to Elsie and Gina, I discovered Gina vomiting on the floor all over one of the homeboys shoes and socks.

He was not amused, and we had a time of it getting Gina out of the place and into a cab. Ten minutes later we were in a cab of our own, looking for a place with plenty of tumescent men.

Elsie and I clung to the railing of a rooftop bar where one could dance under the stars; it was all very romantic, except no one asked us to dance. So we passed some time gazing at the tangle of narrow streets below and peeking at the boys and girls whooping it up on the dance floor.

A sudden downpour chased us off the rooftop along with everyone else. Navigating the roof-access ladder − no stairs in this classy place -- with a drink in one hand proved to be the night's biggest challenge. 

It was stimulating, though, for standing at the bottom was a groovy looking guy with thick curly hair looking right up my mini-skirt as I clambered down the steps to the first floor.

I gave him my best smile only to be dragged off by Elsie despite my feeble protests that I had just met this guy. Long story short: We met this nice couple on the sidewalk outside the rooftop bar and they invited Elsie and me to their home -- just two doors down -- for a nightcap of sorts. 

We accepted just to get out of the rain, which had turned into a downpour. 

His name was Vaughn, hers Jackie. He was at least ten years older than Elsie and me, and probably Jackie as well, but I'm not positive about that. He was funny, and had a lot of great stories about his misspent youth. He also had a shaved head, and was one of the few white guys I've met who look decent that way. Jackie was rail-thin, but definitely sexy, although I had no particular yearning to get her in the sack. Vaughn was another matter. I would have jumped his bones in a New York minute.

As we were sipping our second drink, Jackie told us that they were into, among other things, Japanese rope bondage. She regaled Elsie and me with some of the elaborate scenes they'd carried out in the past that had left them physically and mentally exhausted.

Vaughn disappeared for a moment and returned to the room with a bagful of goodies. Leather cuffs for us girls complete with fuzzy linings.

"Don't worry. It's nothing dangerous," he assured us.

Jackie helped Elsie with her cuffs, and Vaughn did mine. Jackie put a dog collar around Elsie's neck to much laughter all around. Then Jackie led Elsie off to the bedroom. I was intrigued by all the giggling and carrying on from the room and walked over to peek inside, only to discover Vaughn was right behind me.




Deidre Ch. 04



"Go on in. We'll have us a party," he said. Elsie was there swaying, her thonged backside facing me, each wrist was chained to a hook in the ceiling via her leather cuffs. Her skin was softly radiant in the dim lighting provided by dozens of candles.

Suddenly, Vaughn grabbed me from behind and half carried me over to where Elsie slowly swung back and forth like the pendulum on a grandfather's clock. 

"DEIDRE!" She yelled, but her warning came a moment too late. Vaughn and Jackie had me pinned between them. 

"Don't worry, we aren't going to hurt you... much, Jackie hissed in my ear, and then bit my earlobe so hard it began to bleed.

Vaughn worked fast. In no time at all my feet were tied together with a short piece of rope. Oh, I tried to escape, but it was no go. There wasn't anything I could do.

"Mmm...Vaughn, you found us two lovely sluts, didn't you?"

"Oh yeah. We're gonna have us a good time." It will be a great weekend, I can tell."

They decided to do me first. Since I had larger breasts then Elsie. Jackie rolled me over on my back so that my arms were pinned under me. She used a scissors to cut away my top, unzipped my skirt and yanked it off me then used the scissors to snip away my thong. 

"Wow," Vaughn said.

"I know. Did I do good?" Jackie giggled.

"Fuck yeah," he laughed, and began his work.

He looped a long white rope around my neck. I pissed myself thinking they were going to hang me the way they had Elsie, only I was going to choke to death.

But the rope wasn't tightened. And it was only looped around my neck then down between my tits. That's when I felt the pain for the first time.

"Look at them sticking out!" Jackie said the awe in her voice unmistakable.

I began to cry, only to have Vaughn slap me across the face. "Shut the fuck up!"

I stopped crying.

"That was really for pissing yourself. This is rope bondage, not a murder scene."

"Are you all right, Deidre?" Elsie called from above me. I realized then that Elsie could look down to the floor where I lay from where she was hung, but could only see across the room.

I had no time or thought to answer her, for Vaughn was feeding the rope between my legs, forcing it into the cleft of my ass and my labia.

Jackie, working proficiently as his team member, expertly flipped me over on my stomach and Vaughn looped another rope around my waist, tightened it and tied it to the rope passing through my pussy.

Jackie used another short rope to tie my hands and wrists together then removed the leather cuffs.

When they were done, Vaughn moved me into a sitting position.

"Christ, look at those tits!" Vaughn laughed and plucked at a nipple, which I'm ashamed to say, was hard as a rock.

They left me sitting there and turned their attention to Elsie, lowering her to the ground and removed her clothing much as they had mine. She didn't resist, having learned what might happen if she had done so.

Jackie tied her wrists behind her, occasionally rubbing Elsie's ass with both the rope and her hand. Then, with Vaughn's assistance, she brought her legs up and bent them at the knee where Vaughn held them for her as she bound Elsie's ankles using the same piece of rope that kept her wrists together. It basically forced her to keep her legs at a ninety-degree angle. 

After that, the two of them took a break, leaving us alone.

"Elsie, what the fuck did we get ourselves mixed up in?"

"Jesus Christ, Dee, I've never been so scared in my whole fuckin' life!"

"What can we do?" I asked, more rhetorically than anything else. After all, we were bound hand and foot, and who knew what was in store for us.

"They said they were into rope bondage," Elsie offered.

"Yeah, but what the fuck is that? I don't recall them telling us."

We found out soon enough.

They returned moments later. Jackie looked like she was stoned. (She was.) 

Vaughn handed her a kind of whip, which she brandished while standing in front of Elsie. My best GF screamed even before the whip came down on her breasts. After the second lashing I saw vivid red welts to each breast. Elsie's pissed herself while screaming. I shut my eyes, knowing it would be my turn soon enough.

It turned out that the whipping did relatively little actually damage. It hurt like hell, I can attest to that, for Jackie gave me five lashes with the damn thing; but my tits were only tender to the touch for the next day or so. It was scarier than anything else.

When Jackie finished with me she got down on her knees and savagely sucked my tits and nipples until they were both standing at attention. Satisfied, she flicked them with her fingers until I started screaming again. She stopped and stood up smiling at me.

"She has tasty tits," she said, laughing.

"I bet," Vaughn replied as he pulled Elsie to her feet and laid her over his lap. He commented on her firm ass and Jackie came over and rubbed it several times before raising her hand and smacking each of Elsie's cheek with a force that had Elsie crying for mercy.

A series of red splotches soon appeared on her ass. I knew I was moments away from having mine reddened as well. Vaughn and Jackie were a real team and evidently left no stone unturned. I should tell you that at some point in my spanking I began to enjoy the pain. I didn't understand it then, and I'm not sure I do now, but I was getting into it, make no mistake about it.

Suddenly, Vaughn was slapping me across the face with a semi-hard erection. 

"Open your mouth and take my cock, slut!" he barked out at me. I opened my mouth and he stuffed his cock in. He was a good eight inches and filled my mouth as he slowly and methodically slid it in and out.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Jackie mistreating Elsie's tits as she had mine. Moments later I had an opportunity to get a better view. 

Elsie's breasts, like mine were bound with rope and were swollen and puffy from being tired so tightly. I had never seen her nipples as large as they were at the moment, and had thought of sucking on them myself. Jackie furthered my fantasy by doing exactly that, and getting Elsie to respond to the rough treatment by groaning passionately.

"She's a pretty good cocksucker," Vaughn told Jackie.

I felt myself blush with pride. What the fuck was happening to Elsie and me?

"You gonna cum on her face, Baby?" Jackie asked him.

"Probably," he answered laconically, and began pounding his meat into my mouth while holding my head firmly with both hands. Suddenly, he pulled out with a grunt and began jerking off in front of my face. It was a relief to have his big dick out of my mouth. I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable.

I didn't have long to wait, with Jackie's breath on my cheek as she leaned in so as not to miss a thing, Vaughn jetted long, ropey streams of cum over my nose, eyes and mouth. I heard both Jackie and Elsie gasp appreciatively as he did it to me.

Up to that point in my life I hadn't thought women might actually enjoy having a guy cum on their face, or watch it happen to someone else. I'll admit it. I did enjoy it. I loved being the center of attention. I loved being the one who caused Vaughn to cum like there was no fuckin' tomorrow. Had my hands been free, I would have scooped his cum up on my fingers and swallowed it all.

Vaughn finished coming and went over to a chair and sat down. Now it was Elsie's turn. Jackie had her lay flat on her back with her arms tied behind her. She hiked up her skirt and lowered her pussy over Elsie's wide-eyed face. Now Elsie and me had done the lezzie thing a couple of times. We weren't lezzies, but it was a fun thing... a variation we used when there were no cocks available and we were horny. But this was different. 

"You hear me, bitch?" Jackie snarled. "You're going to eat me out. Use that slut tongue of yours and lick my pussy until I cum. Understand?"

"Y-yes..."

"Yes, Mistress," Elsie said without stammering.

"Good."

Jackie squatted even lower, making contact with Elsie's mouth. I watched entranced as Elsie's tongue flicked out and started lapping away at the other woman's cunt. I felt my own pussy contract the moment Jackie moaned with satisfaction.

I wanted a cock in me. I risked a sneaky look at Vaughn; saw his cock rising to half staff as he watched the girls going at it.

He caught me peeking at him and laughed. Then he was up and moving toward me. In a matter of seconds he had me on the damn ceiling hook again, hanging helplessly while he maneuvered my body to within a foot or so from where Elsie was eating Jackie's pussy. 

His big hands cupped my chin and brought my face to his, and he kissed me full on the mouth. For what he had just done, he was surprisingly gentle with me. His lips met mine and we opened our mouths to intertwine our tongues. I moaned against his mouth and he stroked my hair. And just as I was starting to moan happily into his mouth, I felt what had to be Jackie's tongue going to work on my clit.

I couldn't help myself. I started to leak from my pussy. 

Vaughn broke off the kiss and began to untie my breasts. The moment he started squeezing them I came. I don't know if it was Jackie's munching on my nether parts, or his breast play; or even the entire night's buildup that led to my climax. But it was a powerful one, and I reveled in it.

I shut my eyes and moaned loudly. That only egged them on. Vaughn began to flick my already hard nipples with his thumbs bringing one shudder after another from me. I kept my hands still at my sides and let him have his way with my breasts. He kept squeezing them before mashing them together. His tongue snaked out and he leaned into me, licking the tight cleavage over and over again while is fingers pinched my nipples.

Jackie was fingering my cunt and sucking on my clit. And I came again.

Somewhere in there I heard Jackie moan happily and I assumed Elsie had gotten her off.

Vaughn was chewing on my nipples; Jackie had two fingers up my ass and several in my twat. Moaning and thrashing, I shuddered several times and had an earth-shattering orgasm.

Vaughn took me off the hook and let me drop to the ground. I was no longer bound and moved my arms and feet to get the blood flowing again, but made no attempt to flee.

Jackie freed Elsie and helped her to the bed where she lay down; apparently thinking she might rest for a while. But Vaughn still had his boner and he brought it over to her and flipped her face down on the bed. 

"Raise your ass, bitch!" he growled, and Elsie immediately pushed her rump up in the air. He wasted no time in entering her. Elsie was already moaning with pleasure as his huge cock rammed in and out of her pussy.

I watched with morbid fascination as he squeezed her already tormented tits, leaving bruises that would serve as reminders for several weeks to come.

I could hear how slick Elsie was as the squishing sound was getting louder. Vaughn leaned over her and cupped one firm tit in his hand and squeezed it. She cried out and I felt her pain in my own breasts. But then I did the strangest thing. I started flicking my own nipples, reveling in the pain it caused me. I wound up pinching and pulling on them while watching him do essentially the same to my friend as he fucked her.

At some point during this time it occurred to me that I hadn't seen Jackie in a while. Then she was at my side wearing a black dildo'd strap-on. Instinctively I knew it was for me and I dropped down to all fours without being told.

Jackie entered me with ease. I was that wet. I was positioned so that I faced Elsie and she me. Our eyes met for a second then we both lowered our eyes, not wanting to see the other violated in this manner. I know I was getting off watching Vaughn fuck her and torment her moments before, but now that I was on the floor with Jackie's dildo pummeling my pussy, I didn't think it was so interesting anymore.

I was only kidding myself. In a matter of minutes I was gasping from Jackie's almost violent pounding into my twat, and I started to cum the moment I realized Vaughn was emptying his load into Elsie's snatch.

It took Jackie quite a while to get off fucking me. But she did and that apparently was the end of any further interest they had in us.

Vaughn asked if we wanted to shower before leaving, but we declined. Since they had cut our clothing off of us, Jackie gave us each an old dress, but no underwear. 

Vaughn handed me a twenty, for cab fare, he said. Somehow I felt better after he put it that way. At least I wasn't accepting his money for having performed all those acts with them. I knew at heart I was a slut, but at least I wasn't a whore.

When we stepped out of their building, the rain had stopped. We were deciding to walk home when a cab cruised by and picked us up.

I know I mentioned how horny I was at the start of this chapter. I would add that I was chaste and didn't think about sex for the following two weeks. But then I went shopping and found this tee shirt... but that's a story for the next chapter.



Deidre Ch. 05



Chapter 5

Nineteen, Going On Twenty

About this time I decided to switch jobs. Actually, I met a guy who told me about this position at one of the big insurance company's downtown. The fact that it paid almost twice what I was making gave me the push I needed to investigate it.

To my complete surprise, they hired me and I became a receptionist, girl Friday. It was one of the easiest jobs I ever had and I got to meet great looking guys every day.

The one thing about the new job was that it kind of separated me and Elsie. Up to then we had worked in the same building. I told her about the job, but she wanted to stay where she was.

Anyway, two weeks later, with my first big payday in hand, I went shopping. Among other things I found a sexy pink tee that read I want a quickie. Another thing I found that afternoon was a dreamy guy named Owen.

I was in this fern-bar, filled with Yuppie types when he sat next to me. I had watched him walk into the bar. He was almost stereotypically gorgeous: more than six feet tall, blond and muscular, though not in any overwrought way. He wore a dress shirt, Levi's and cowboy boots. When he spoke to me I had trouble catching my breath, but managed a little introductory chit-chat and that led to him offering to replenish my wine. 

A few minutes later I was resting my leg against his and noted that I was having trouble keeping my hands off him.

The subject of parties came up. I forget who brought it up, but I know I jumped in with both feet, having previously noting a slight bulge where his big boy should have been.

"I love a good party," I said, trying my best to avoid drooling over his hand that had just rubbed my cheek while ostensibly examining my earring. "I go to one at least once a month." 

"Met anyone memorable at one?" he asked.

"A few, I guess, but the timing hasn't been right."

He nodded then said, "You think the timing's ever going to be right? I mean, those guys go there for a reason."

"I don't know," I said lamely, wishing Elsie was with me to toss one of her quick quips out at him.

Twenty minutes later I was in his apartment, on his couch, enjoying his hand fondling my rump as I lay there with my head in his lap.

I was in a really slutty mood. I had no intention of fucking him; in a warped way, I had decided to refrain from fucking guys just because I was horny. Recent experiences had caused me to rethink quick and easy sex. At the same time, I had no qualms about oral sex on a one night stand. I didn't even need to receive oral sex on my end. A dreamy guy like this could fuel my masturbatory fantasies for several weeks at least. And the memory of getting down on my knees and totally rocking a guy's world will make my pussy wet every time.

I started to rub his lap with my right hand. His bulge grew, straining under his jeans.

"Whew, it's getting warm in here," he exclaimed as I unsnapped his Levi's. My hand went for the zipper, and I quickly unzipped his pants as well.

"Deidre, oh, wow!" Owen gasped, responding to my moves.

Without saying a word, I got off of the sofa, sat down on the floor, and in one swift move I yanked both his pants and his briefs off. I tugged them over his feet and tossed them to the floor. Owen was completely stunned, having had his pants pulled off so quickly. We had only been in his apartment for about a half an hour, and he was sitting on his sofa on his bare ass, his cock sprung into the air.

"Oh my God, I wasn't expecting that!" he yelled.

"Owen, you're talking too much. Just close your eyes and enjoy my blowjob."

"Oh, Christ... I never expected...."

"Baby, you won't be able to stand up after I drain your dick."

My hands kneaded his thighs; my fingers were inches from his balls. He let out a gasp when my nails brushed up against his balls. I grabbed a pillow from the sofa to put under my knees so I could be comfortable. Once I was in a good position, I reached up into his lap and started to Johnny him off.

"Oh God!" he said.

"No, I'm not God, I'm Deidre" I corrected him.

"Deidre, you're touch feels so good."

"You like my hands on your cock? Wait until my mouth is on it! Sucking your shaft, licking the head of your cock, giving you head. You're in for a treat!"

"Oh, fuck yeah, Deidre!"

The time for polite conversation had come to an end. I brushed my hair against his bare thighs - guys seem to love this -- then repeated it on his cock and balls as well.

I paused for just a second to remove my blouse and black lacy bra, sensing that Owen would like a gander at my tits as I blew him.

"Touch my boobs, sweetie!" I whispered, causing him to open his eyes. His hands jumped up to give them a welcoming squeeze. I let him admire my rack for a minute or so, enjoying the feel of his mouth and teeth on my nippies, before returning to my original kneeling position on the floor and roughly spreading his legs apart.

I started kissing and licking his strident shaft, making sure to add the proper sound effects like kissing noises and sucking sounds, knowing it added greatly to the overall sensations he was experiencing. I spent several minutes lightly sucking the head of his cock, then took one of his testicles into my mouth -- the entire ball, not just a part -- and warmed it with my hot mouth and at the same time slowly jerked him off.

"Oh, Deidre!" Owen croaked repeatedly. I have to admit I love hearing guys call my name out at times like these.

I tickled his balls with my tongue, teased his asshole the same way and then sucked his shaft down my throat, letting the overflow of saliva run from my mouth to his lap and then unfortunately, to the couch, soaking the material. I was bobbing up and down on his pogo-stick, maneuvering my under him so that I could squeeze his butt. Wasn't that how we started this on entering his apartment?

I stopped for just a second so I could answer a question that might have been in his mind.

"Owen, sweetie, when you feel close to orgasm, don't worry. I swallow! Just let your load out in my throat." 

So many guys are squeamish about this factor. I guess it's because most girls make such a big deal out of it. The only time I don't swallow is when I want a guy to give me a facial; some guys have seen this in porn movies, so I let them come all over my face and hair for a special treat every once in awhile. But this was our first and possibly last time together and I wanted Owen to savor the experience of being sucked off and having his cum swallowed.

He began to buck his hips; a sure sign he was close. I jerked him faster, and at the same time, swirled my tongue wildly around the underside of this corona. He was sweating; I could feel it on his thighs which were brushing against my face. He was groaning and moaning with pleasure as I drooled and slobbered all over his lap, trying to make the blowjob as wet and messy as possible.

"Oh, Owen.... I'm going to masturbate like crazy when I get home tonight; thinking about this. I love sucking your cock!"

"Ohhh..."

I began sucking him like a slut in heat. I made sounds that I'd picked up from watching porn with Elsie while we practiced sucking dick on bananas back in high school.

I swished his cock inside my cheeks, getting it as deep into my throat as possible while breathing through my nose. I was buried into his lap; his cock completely inside my mouth, his thighs pressed up against my cheeks, my nose in his lap. My eyelashes brushed up against his pubic hair.

He was groaning non-stop. I gave him credit for lasting this long; too many guys had erupted moments after I took them into my mouth. But Owen was a keeper... well, I had no intention of ever seeing him again, but I respected his staying power.

I felt his balls draw closer to his thighs, a sign that his orgasm was imminent. I intended to milk him dry; I sucked and licked him lovingly, while stroking his balls. I looked up; his eyes were tightly shut, and his hands were by his side on the sofa. I reached his hands and placed them on my tits, letting him have something soft and pleasant to hold onto while he came.

"Oh, Jesus... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!"

I didn't answer him; I just sucked him faster, making moaning noises as I prepared to finish him off. My pace and intensity grew with each trip up and down his saliva slick shaft.

I made loud slurping and sucking sounds with my mouth. His cock was rock hard and throbbing; I could feel it shaking. I visualized the hot white come loaded up in his balls getting ready to squirt hard.

"OH! Fuck! I...." His contractions began, the explosion quickly followed.

Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot down my throat. I was able to gulp most of it down quickly, but some of it filled my cheeks. His own cum mixed with my saliva as I licked the tip of his shaft, valiantly swallowing it all down. I struggled to breathe through my nose, which was buried in his pubic hair. I finished him off, milking even more cum out of his balls with my hands. Just when I thought it was over, his cock quivered with some involuntary aftershocks, and yet more creamy juice trickled down my throat. I kept his rock hard erection in my mouth after the main part of the orgasm ended; there was drop after drop of cum still dripping out of the head of his dick even though the huge spurting phase had ended.

He completely collapsed, spent and drained. I lovingly stroked his thighs; his cock was still in my mouth, but I had stopped stimulating him as I knew his cock would be very sensitive. I slowly let him withdraw, and gave the head of his cock a soft little kiss, licking off the last remaining drops of fluid.

Eventually, I sat back up on the sofa with him. I let him doze off in my lap. When he started to snore I raised his head and got up from the couch. I fixed my clothing, checked my face in the mirror, removed a long strand of sperm from the hair near my forehead then satisfied, I kissed him softly on the ear and left. I never saw him again.

*****

Several weeks later, I was enjoying a latte in a Starbucks around the corner from my work place when a hand tapped me on the shoulder.

"Hello Deidre," I heard a familiar voice say.

Turning around I saw my Aunt Miriam standing there holding a coffee in her other hand. 

"Aunt Miriam, what a pleasant surprise!"

"I could say the same," she laughed. "I never expected to see you here!"

I told her that I worked nearby and where. She seemed thrilled with this piece of news.

Aunt Miriam was my mother's sister. I had no idea she was in the city. I thought she lived in Buffalo, New York, several hundred miles away. When I mentioned this, she avoided answering me and asked me a question I thought odd.

"Do you still draw, Dee?"

I admitted that I hadn't picked up a pencil or piece of chalk in several years.

"But why?" my aunt said seemingly surprised at this news. "As I recall, you had a talent for drawing as a child."

"Aunt Miriam, that was so long ago. Why it must have been seven or eight years since I've seen you."

It occurred to me that she hadn't asked about my mother yet, and I wondered about it, but didn't mention it.

"I wish you would start in drawing again. You have the talent, it's something you can't lose, but you do need to work at it so as to improve yourself."

"Oh, Aunt Miriam..."

"You should. I work several blocks from here," she handed me a business card that had her name, a phone number and address and nothing else on it. "Call me, we'll do lunch," she said after telling me she was already late for an important meeting.

In true fashion, I forgot about calling her and went about my business, working nine to five and then bouncing around the clubs at night, not staying out too late weekdays, but letting it all hang out on weekends.

I had learned that Elsie was now shacked up with Vaughn and Jackie. She confessed that she loved being tied up and the rough treatment that came with it. I declined her offer to bring me back into the fold, and wished her well.

One of the clubs I began to frequent was called Le Tunnel. I suppose it meant something sexual, like, oh a cunt, perhaps. But I might be wrong. I never asked anyone who might know. It catered to alternative subcultures, like the punks, the Goths, and the rivet heads. It had loud, stomping music and nothing in the way of a dress code. Clientele literally crawled out from every dark and seedy corner of the city. 

It was going to be another rainy Friday night as I dressed to impress the friends and strangers I would meet later. I carefully chose a very silky red-orange top that slipped seductively off one shoulder over a powder blue skin tight top. Of course, I went without a bra, so my rather large and usually erect nipples poked through the sheer material. My boobs looked soft and perky but natural in this top, and it rode up the side a bit to show off the curve of my waist and hips. 

The large opening at the top and the free-flowing nature of the blouse let me control how much cleavage, and top boob I could show at any given time. I shimmied into my tightest pair of jeans. You know they type that make any girl's ass look spectacular. Being very low rise, my thong straps rode up and above my jeans, further accentuating my curves. I have a small waist and good sized hips to match my relatively large boobs, so this denim/thong combination was killer.

I drove downtown and parked two blocks from Le Tunnel. As I walked down the street toward the line outside the club, I kept glancing in the store windows at the way my top clung to my tits, which were bouncing nicely, keeping my nipples erect and poking through the sheer material. 

When I joined the line outside I got several admiring looks from the women waiting to get inside. I was fully charged on entering Le Tunnel and its thick heavy beat that mingled with the cigarette smoke and lights pulsing on the dozen or so people jumping around on the dance floor.

I hadn't been dancing two minutes when a long-haired Goth type appeared next to me. 

"Hello, beautiful." he purred against my ear.

"Sorry, not interested," I replied turning my back on him.

"Hey," he said, getting pushy and insinuating himself in front of me again. "I wanna dance with the hottest chick in the place, is all."

I couldn't help but laugh at him. I wondered how much time he spent in front of the mirror perfecting his facial expressions as he recited lines like those.

"My boyfriend wouldn't like that."

"You're dancing by yourself."

"I am, yeah," I said and turned away from him again.

He confronted me once again and persistently asked, "So where is he?"

"Behind the bar; his name is Johnny. Know him?" I had named a hue former professional football lineman who doubled as bartender-bouncer. His rep was such that hardly anyone fucked with him anymore.

The Goth type backed up a step and held his hand palm up to me. "Hey...I had no idea. I'm outta your face, babe."

And just like that, he was gone.

Truth be told, I had no special relationship with Johnny. Not that Johnny wasn't special, he was. Every girl in the place including me lusted after him, but he treated us all the same. He was polite, but cool towards each and every one of us. Some girls grumbled that he was queer. I doubted it, but had no proof one way or the other. He didn't mind if we mentioned his name to ward off unwanted Lotharios. We appreciated it, and left it at that. The game was that we'd mention his name, and work our way over to the bar and give him a kiss on the cheek, or lips it that were possible and that way conveyed his 'ownership' to the rejected party.

I kept dancing. The music got louder, and more bodies squeezed onto the floor. It was as close as one could get to an orgy without actually fucking, although many were close to it. 

It wasn't unusual to see people begin their foreplay right on the floor, grinding and groping, kissing and licking. And it wasn't long before a long-haired guy was pumping his erection against my ass while cupping my right breast with his hand while we danced to a furious beat.

I followed him into the back of the club where we joined his friends, Blaine and Marco. My new found friend's name was Freddie.

As we talked and laughed, I moved around enough to give them the occasional thrill - bending over to get my drink, exposing most of one or both of my boobs - sitting back and allowing my tits to settle back under the sexy silk top that draped over them secure in the knowledge that the material showed my nipples to their best advantage. 

After Freddie sprang for a round of drinks I started tugging at my thong, pulling it upward, letting them all check out my ass, which never looked better, you ask me.

Blaine was seeing a girl who he bragged, modeled for a New York designer and was in the Big Apple for a fashion show this particular weekend.

When I expressed surprise at this, Blaine quickly showed me several pictures of a stunning blonde in a white bikini smiling at him in adoration. She definitely had modeling capabilities. I was sold on his story.

I danced with Freddie again and found myself watching a petite brunette with 'fuck me' in her eyes grinding her pussy into a reed thin Hispanic with pistoning hips. When I realized how much I envied her, I knew I had to get laid. My problem was which one of the guys I was with would be my partner.

I took in Marco's dark cropped hair and dark eyes. His lean, muscled body had my attention. He noticed me checking him out and smiled at me. A chill ran through me. 

"I've been watching you dance." he said.

"Oh," was all I could think to say.

"I saw the look you laid on me." 

I was struck by his use of the word 'laid,' and another chill pinged across my clit.

"Oh, that..." I said. "I was just...."

"Shut up and dance with me," he said. I meekly followed him on to the dance floor.

With his hands on my hips, he took control of my body's rhythm. The song changed, slowed, its beat viscous. I found myself leaning back into him, his breath against my neck. His hand found its way under my silky red-orange top and lightly squeezed each breast in turn while I moaned into his ear.

"We better stop." I said. His body felt great against mine, but I couldn't let him fuck me on the dance floor. I was game, but not that game.

"You don't want me to stop." he said, pulling me tighter by grabbing a wrist. 

"I like you, Marco, but I like the club too and I don't want them barring me for fucking in public."

Refusing to believe me, Marco grabbed the back of my neck, pulled my mouth to his and sent his hot tongue in search of my tonsils.

"You don't understand," I panted when we came up for air. "I wanna fuck...."

"I know," he said, and then pointed toward the bathrooms. "Why don't you go cool off?" 

He'd thoroughly confused me and I started off toward the bathroom, propelled by a hard smack on the ass. 

What had just happened? Did I tease him too much? Why'd he dump me?

Thinking furiously, I pushed my way past another girl and almost stumbled into the bathroom. Two women stood at the sink showing off their below-the-neck piercings to a very accommodating guy. I ignored them, moving past them to the furthest sink from the bathroom door. I turned on the cold water and splashed it over my face; my heart was pumping blood at breakneck speed through my arteries. I grabbed a paper towel and dried my face and then opened my purse preparing to apply a fresh coat of makeup to my face.

Suddenly, Marco grabbed me from behind and spun me into a nearby stall. I felt his hot breath on my neck as he whispered, "Cool off yet?"

"What are you doing?" I asked, but I already knew what we were going to be doing in less than a minute.

This is what you want, isn't it?" he asked, as he slid his hand between my legs.




Deidre Ch. 05



"Oh...fuck." she moaned. "I can't."

"That's not what I asked you." He deftly opened the front of my jeans and shoved his hand inside my thong.

"Marco, what...?"

A second later I heard his zipper then he'd pried the thong to one side and I felt the head of his cock sliding up and down my sopping wet labia. 

"You do want it, right?"

"Yeah... I want it."

"Say it, bitch."

"Fuck me, Marco...please, fuck me."

The guy outside the stall whistled, and one of the girls yelled "Yeah, Bro, fuck her silly!" As they uttered the words, Marco's cock pushed up and into me, and my body was driven hard into the wall.

"Oh, God." I moaned.

With one quick movement, he swung both of us around, putting his hand on my back to bend me over. My hands were braced against the tiled back wall as he kicked my legs apart, gripped my jeans by the belt and started pulling them down.

He was up, but not for yanking those tight jeans off of me.

"Wait... let me," I said, and he took a step back. I could have bolted from the stall and ended things then and there, but I really wanted to get laid, and being this close... I decided to go along with him and wriggled the jeans down to my calves. That done, I resumed my previous position, leaning back against the grimy wall of the stall.

A second later, Marco slammed his cock into me. Whoa, it felt fantastic!

It occurred to me that Marco was fucking me to the beat of the music and I thought it was fantastically cool!

I remember he took a handful of my hair, turned me toward him so he could kiss me. His tongue was in and out of my mouth before I could touch it with mine. He did, however, take hold of my jaw, keeping me in place, and then he bit my lower lip and I almost came then and there. I did cum a moment later when he brought my tits out of my blouse and squeezed them both while pile driving his thick schlong into my pussy.

I started coming and discovered that I could maintain the climax as long as we maintained the position. And of course, as long as he kept from coming himself.

I was moaning something unintelligible that had everyone outside the bathroom stall laughing hysterically while Marco continued drilling me with his hefty member.

"That's the way you do it!" someone yelled.

"I need to get laid." someone else complained.

I barely noticed banging my head against the metal wall of the stall. My pretty orange top was up around my neck and my tits were bouncing every which way, at least when not being mauled by his big rough hands.

He brought one tit to his mouth and bit down on the taut nipple. The ensuing sensation was such that I moaned loudly and ground my cunt into his cock just as it was on the way in.

"Woof!" I barked, as my breath whooshed out of me.

"Baby I could bang your box all night!" Marco growled as I came again.

"OHHH!"

Then without slipping out of me, he sat down on the toilet, bringing me down hard on his cock. He folded my arms behind my back, keeping them pinned there with one hand. I rode him like that, using my legs as leverage. With his free hand he squeezed my tits, sucking and biting the nipples. He brought his hand to my mouth, sliding his thumb between my parted lips. I sucked it into my mouth without hesitation, rolling my tongue over it with as much enthusiasm as I would have if it were his cock he'd put in my mouth. I called out his name over and over as I rode him to his climax while those standing outside the stall cheered nonstop.

One girl yelled, "That stud deserves a fucking medal." 

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck!" I yelled, having long ago lost control of my emotions.

"Come in my mouth." I pleaded.

"No," he snarled, "I want you to take this load home with you!"

That said, he threw his head back, growling low in his throat as he released a molten salvo into me that brought on an unending orgasm.

I milked every drop from him; when we parted a huge gob trickled from my cunt onto my thigh and I didn't bother wiping it away.

He pushed me to my feet and zipped himself up. I struggled to work the damn jeans back over my hips, and then rearranged my orange top as Marco opened the door and left the stall.

His cum was already leaving a sticky film on my inner thighs. I stood in the stall, door open looking at people looking back at me. My legs started to shake.

"She's gonna pass out!" a skinny brunette yelled, and a guy with a thin mustache caught me before I collapsed.

"Some girls have all the luck,' another girl said before turning to leave the bathroom.

I took another five minutes at the sink, pretending to repair my makeup and then actually fixing it as my legs stopped quivering.

I bummed a cigarette off a girl who'd just walked in, managed to light it, and made my way back to the group where Marco waited with a great big smile.

"How many?" Marco asked, with a sideway glance at the others.

"How many what?" I replied.

"How many times did you cum?"

"Fuck you, Marco!" I shot back, and then started laughing. "I lost count, to tell the truth," I admitted and was immediately swarmed by the other guys, who hugged me and copped a couple feels that I didn't mind at all.

Blaine told me that his girl was at the airport and if I wanted to join them we'd swing by and pick her up then continue to party at her place. Still tingling from Marco's fuck and secretly hoping for another, I agreed to go with them.

Freddie didn't seem to mind that I'd gone off with Marco, but had me sit on his lap as we tooled down the boulevard toward the airport to pick up, Blaine's girl, whose name was Vangie. 

Freddie was fondling my tits enroute, but I didn't care, in fact I was enjoying it and resolved to at least give him a friendly blowjob when we got settled in Vangie's apartment.

*****

In less than an hour we were all in the stunning blonde's apartment.

Vangie pointed out the sidebar and excused herself, saying she needed to take a shower. I almost asked if I could join her, but didn't.

I could feel Marco's semen crusting on my thighs and elsewhere, but I waited for our hostess to shower before venturing into the bathroom.

In the meantime, Marco made us all drinks and Blaine and Freddie had me remove my blouse so they could play with my tits. I was drunk and horny and only too happy to oblige.

I wasn't all that surprised when Vangie reappeared in the nude. "Like it?" she cooed, pirouetting so we could see every inch of her and her freshly shaven pussy.

"Nice rack, Deidre," she said complimenting my tits while I admired hers.

"Let's see 'em guys!" she chirped, as I realized they had played this game before as each guy whipped his dick out.

Vangie bit her lip and grabbed Marco's protruding cock. "You're well hung," she said. 

Blaine baby, get me good and wet, willya?" She dropped to all fours, presenting her pussy, ass side up. Blaine propped himself between her legs and began lapping away at her.

She motioned Marco over to the chair in front of her. He sat down and tendered his cock to her mouth. She seemed to swallow him with one gulp. Freddie and I surrounded them as they cavorted on the floor. Eventually, Freddie reached out and began tickled Vangie's asshole. 

"Mmmm!" she moaned happily, prompting him to spread her cheeks to get a better look at her tight puckered anus. 

"What a nice looking asshole you have," he told her.

Vangie took Marco's cock out of her mouth to laugh at his antics and then said, "Freddie, you're such a perve."

Blaine laughed too, and said, "Want some anal, Vangie baby?"

"Tongue me, sweetie!" she replied.

Blaine immediately attacked her ass with his mouth and tongue, coating the girl's nether regions in saliva, while prodded her sphincter gently with a finger. 

Freddie looked up at me and asked, "Take it up the ass, Deidre?"

"No I don't go that way, Freddie."

"We'll have to teach you how to like it," he laughed.

I got a little nervous at his comment, but didn't say anything.

He kept on, saying: "Vangie gets off from being nailed back there. She told me she almost always cums from it."

"I'm not Vangie, Freddie. Get that through your head!"

Holding up his hands in a defensive posture, he relented, saying, "Okay, okay, I was only teasing you."

I sat there watching Blaine munching away at Vangie's ass. He seemed to be enjoying himself, and I filed the thought of licking someone's ass away for future reference. Vangie on the other hand, was delighted with Blaine's tongue and let everyone know it as she kept telling him how much she liked what he was doing.

Minutes later, Blaine quit licking her ass and Vangie crept over to where I was sitting and placed her hands on my knees.

"Want some girl on girl action, Deidre?" She was parting my legs as she spoke. My throat was completely dry. I couldn't answer her, but she took my silence as a 'yes,' and moved in for the kill, breasts swaying until they rested on my knees, as the breath left my lungs and I reached out to bring her down on my sex.

Knowing that the guys were watching us I became so aroused that I had a tiny orgasm right then. Now, some girls don't like the looks of their pussy, but I actually think mine is cute. I have a tiny landing strip of light brown hair, and full, puffy outer lips that splay open to display my pink inner lips. I have a good-sized clit that emerges from its hood when I'm extra aroused, like I was then. I do occasionally squirt, as my G-spot is readily accessible to the knowing finger or penis.

I could smell my arousal as Vangie's lips pressed down upon my pussy. I thought it so strong that it must be permeating the entire room.

I shrieked from the pleasure she wrought on lightly sucking my engorged clit. Heard the guys laughing at me, and didn't give a shit and held Vangie to me by clasping the back of her head.

Vangie giggled and responded by kissing and sucking at the narrow landing strip of matted pubic hair directly above my snatch, lapping up the juices that had accumulated there earlier that night. She kissed and nibbled her way over and around my labia, down my inner thigh, pressing her cheek against my pussy. I could feel the wetness pour out upon her face. She placed her mouth directly above my gaping pussy, and gave it the sweetest, most tender kiss I have ever felt down there. Then, she dove in, tongue probing deep in my hole, her hands grasping my buttocks and lifting my ass into the air. I bucked. I reached down and squeezed one of her tits, twisting and pulling the nipple, feeling its pendulous weight sway. She lapped away at my pussy then sucked my clit into her mouth, drawing it in with more force than I thought I could withstand. 

It dawned on me that she was sucking on my clit like it was a little penis, which of course it is. She pulled away and blew cold air on my pussy, which shocked me back to my senses. My eyes snapped open and saw her looking at my tits.

"Go on, play with them, baby," I croaked with a lust filled voice.

Vangie began tracing her fingernails ever so lightly over my breasts, starting at the outermost edge and then inward to the nipples. I thought my nipples couldn't get harder, but they did, as she traced her nails along them, pushing them down, releasing them so that they sprang back up.

I arched my back, begging her to grab them completely. She moved both hands to my rib cage, below my breasts then slid her hands up, pressing my breasts upward with them. My breasts compressed and slid beneath her palms as I began moaning with the pure delight of the sensations she was bringing out of me. 

Why, I wondered, had I never discovered this? All those times I played with, toyed with my breasts. Why hadn't I discovered this pleasure?

Vangie was driving me crazy massaging my puppies, alternating the rubbing with nipple tweaking and delightfully, although painful pinches that had me moaning and begging for more.

I was lost in the pleasure of it all, until I heard her whisper into my ear my ear, "Please don't cum until I start licking your asshole, sweetie."

I exploded the second her index finger entered my backside.

My orgasm sent Vangie into a frenzy. She drove her tongue back into my pussy; licked me from stem to stern, from my dripping cunt to my puckered anus. And back again and again.

I heard the guys whooping in the background. I my mind's eye, I envisioned them mounting me after Vangie finished draining all my sexual energy and recharging me by fucking me in all three orifices at once.

Vangie continued savaging my pussy, and soon enough added a second finger to the first already lodged in my ass, working them in and out at a fever pitch. I not only came, I let loose with an orgasmic spray, my juices spewing out and splashing everywhere, almost as if I were pissing out of control.

I gotta say that if there was a list of biggest orgasms in history, I'm pretty sure this would be on it. I saw explosions of colors and shapes. I screamed and bucked my hips wildly. Vangie hung on for dear life, fingering me and sucking my clit to the point of delicious pain. And then with one last shudder, where I held my hips in the air in paralyzed orgasmic release, I was spent. Vangie let go of my ass and pulled her face away. My juices covered her face, and were dripping down her tits. She looked wasted and beautiful at the same time. I moaned as she licked her lips and her fingers, as if she couldn't get enough of my taste.

I couldn't speak. I could barely manage the ragged breaths my lungs were producing. My breasts were heaving, swaying and bouncing. I moved a hand to my pussy and held it there, trying to recover. 

Vangie startled me with her words, "Deidre, that was truly amazing. If you don't mind, I'm going to fuck Blaine now. Blaine, what do you think? Are you up for it?"

Blaine grunted twice and grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bathroom just off the bedroom and slammed the door.

I thought about leaving, but Freddie and Marco politely asked if they could fuck me a couple times before I left.

How could I refuse?



Deidre Ch. 06



Chapter 6

Art and the Goth Scene

Several rather uneventful weeks passed after my romp with Marco, Vangie, Blaine and Freddie. The fact of the matter was that I couldn't find them again. It would be a year before I ran into Blaine at a club downtown and sadly learn that Vangie and Marco had died in a plane crash in Spain, and that Freddie was in prison for selling cocaine.

The most momentous thing in my life during that time was reuniting with my Aunt Miriam. Actually she was waiting for me outside my workplace one afternoon and insisted that I accompany her to an art gallery to see this "Wonderful painter" just discovered. Since she had also offered to buy me dinner I went along without protest.

The gallery was three blocks away and while I had never been inside an art gallery before, I sensed an excitement that outside of sex, I hadn't known for quite some time.

We entered the gallery and Aunt Miriam was greeted warmly. It never occurred to me that it was her gallery... oh, no, I was that dumb. 

I was, however, taken by the vivid colors and amazing works hanging on the walls. I left her trailing behind as I scurried from one to the next, lost in the totality of it all. I had never been to any of the art museums in the city. Had that been the case I might not have been affected as I was. But I was immersed in all of it; my mind was reeling with what my eyes were taking in.

Aunt Miriam let me go. My guess is she understood what I was going through and knew enough to leave me alone.

She told me later that I'd gone from one painting to the next for over an hour, repeating the process three and a half times before staggering to a bench and plopping my ass down.

She came over and sat next to me.

"What... what is this?" I managed to say.

"It's an art gallery, Dee, one of dozens in the city."

"It... it's unbelievable!"

"Makes you want to pick up a pencil and start drawing again, doesn't it?"

"Yeah... it does."

She let me sit there absorbing, or trying to absorb what I'd seen for another twenty minutes before saying, "Do you have any questions?"

"Um... are any of these artists alive?"

"As a matter of fact, all of them are alive and kicking, so far as I know."

"You come here often, Aunt Miriam?"

"I do. Partly because I love this place and partly because I also own it."

"You own this gallery?"

"Yes, I own it, Dee."

"You... you think I have the talent to do this kind of work?"

"That remains to be seen. I do think you have a certain talent. But you need to work at it. You need to study with someone who can teach you certain things about art and thereby enable you to, if you have the capability, to rise to a higher level. If that happens, then yes, you'll be capable of turning out work comparable to what we have here."

"These... paintings... what do they sell for?"

"Some are relatively cheap. Some are quite expensive. What you see here range from $800 to $40,000."

"Jesus Christ!"

"No need to swear. These artists have worked a lifetime to reach their current levels. Too many perfectly good artists never achieve this level... of success. They are either not discovered, or are missing some element of artistry the others possess. In my opinion that's something that really can't be pinpointed. Critics will provide a reason for every success or failure, but they're only blowing in the wind. The distinction between talent and genius can't be measured by a critic despite what they say.

"The buyer determines that, and only the buyer. And mind you, the buyer is often wrong, but once someone pays, say $20,000 for a painting, that artist is considered highly marketable, people line up to buy the rest of their work. The critic has little to do with it."

I could only nod my head in wonder.

"Let's get something to eat, shall we?' My aunt said. I nodded again, and we left the gallery for an Italian Restaurant a block away. ________________________________________

During the dinner, Aunt Miriam questioned me again about my wanting to pursue art as a life's work. 

I told her I couldn't as I had to earn a living. She pooh-poohed that, telling me that I could work at her gallery and earn slightly more than I already was and would learn something about both art and the world of art in the process.

"But where would I paint? My place is too small and besides I have a roommate who in all probability would muck things up." And yes I used the word 'muck,' rather than 'fuck,' not wanting to shock my aunt.

Aunt Miriam whisked me off to an art supply store, where she proceeded to spend around $2000 on what she termed the essentials needed by any aspiring artist. This included paints, canvasses and brushes, along with the many other ingredients an artist needs to get through their day. ________________________________________

To top things off, she took me home to her place, a sumptuous brownstone a block and a half from the park in mid-town.

"You can have the third floor and store things not needed at the moment in the attic. I think you'll find it spacious enough for any contingency."

We went in, and climbed the stairs to the third floor. It seemed a vast space with only four walls from one end to the other.

"I never got around to finishing this floor. I have all the room I need on the first two as it is. Do you think it suites you?"

"I... I don't know what to say. It's... its unbelievable!" You really mean it? I mean, you want me to live here?"

"Why not?"

We were quiet for a time as I looked around. Then Aunt Miriam started talking.

"I know what kind of a life you've had, Dee. Your mother was only a child when she had you. My mother practically raised you. I helped out when I could, but I won a scholarship to an art school and looked at it as a means of escaping what I then considered a bad situation. Then your Mom met that drunk and to my regret, I used that as an excuse to keep my distance from the family.

"I do regret it, Dee. I could have done something to make life easier for my mother, your sister and you a long time ago, but I didn't. I sincerely regret it. Now my mother's gone, and your mom, my sister, is... or I should say, wants nothing to do with me, and I can't say I blame her.

"But I'm successful and in a position to help you, Dee. Please let me do that. I won't bother you other than to stop by... I promise to call first... just to see how you're progressing and if you need anything. Tell me you'll stay here, Dee. Please tell me you'll stay?"

It was a no brainer, and I told her so. And so, within the next four days I began my immersion into the art world, quitting my office job to work at the gallery, and using the night hours to read and work at perfecting my new craft. ________________________________________

Some months later I looked in the mirror and saw a girl seemingly unsure of herself; a girl whose eyes shone dark from sockets that were deepened by the purple eye shadow piled on to give me the authentic (so I thought) Goth look I sought. My skin seemed molded out of pale dough. I bit into my lower lip and decided not to apply another layer of black lipstick.

I thought the Goth-crowd to be the in thing of the moment and so sought desperately to merge into it.

I was approaching my twentieth birthday, I had already produced two works Aunt Miriam pronounced "Decent enough, but unsalable."

I had renewed my friendship with Elsie, who had dumped Vaughn and Jackie after finally deciding she no longer wanted to be their slave.

"I loved how they could both make me cum like crazy, really I did. I mean, it was soooo fuckin' good I rationalized that if you didn't want to be part of it then I didn't need you."

"Cruel of you," I said.

"I know, and I'm really, really sorry about it. Can you forgive me?"

"Already have, Elsie."

"You have?"

"I said so, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but...."

"No but's Elsie. Anyways I see you're into the Goth thing. How is that workin' for you?"

"Wild baby, fuckin' wild. "A girl don't have to spend hours fixing her face or getting dressed. Just paint your eyes with this black shit, throw on a couple things from the Rescue mission and a pair of combat boots and you're considered a sex goddess by those into it. The Goth I mean." ________________________________________

We met Elsie's friend Una over at a club called Breathless in my initial foray into the Goth thingy. We talked small for awhile, avoiding the obvious topic at the fore of each of our minds. A crazy woman kept coming up to the jukebox, mumbling to herself and playing patriotic songs like "Stars and Stripes Forever" which puzzled the shit out of me Breathless being the kind of dark place that it was.

At any rate, she hovered perilously close to us. Una laughed and told us that one of the regulars, a short, balding man in glasses, was trying to bed the crazy woman.

Una's ass nicely filled her tight jeans and her sweater couldn't fight back the swell of her breasts. She was a stealthy babe, the kind of girl whose sex-appeal grabs you from behind in an off-moment and doesn't let go. Soft-spoken and gentle, she was capable of holding her liquor. 

There was something about her that reminded me of Vangie and I wanted to kiss her, and cursed my luck at having met her here at this dark circus instead of some cozy little lounge with dark corners and intimate spaces. 

"Una's got a really nice ass," I told Elsie when Una was leaning away from us and I thought it safe to say.

Elsie being Elsie laughed and nudged Una. "What is it?" Una yelled to be heard over the raucous din.

"Deidre likes your ass. I thought you should know!"

Una turned to me and smiled. "Do you?"

I nodded, yes.

"Cool!" Una said and kissed me on the mouth. No tongue, but it was a lovely smooch regardless. I started to return it, with some tonguing in mind, but she averted her face and laughed teasingly. "Later, maybe," she said, and for a moment I wanted to die.

"So," I yelled, "you're not lesbian, are you bi?"

She came up next to me and calmly said in my ear, "Well, someday I want to get married and have kids and all that, but he'd have to understand that I have other needs as well. That answer your question?"

I nodded and gave her my best smile.

She returned it with one of hers.

We went out for a smoke, shivering in the cold. I told Una about the last time Elsie and I had been picked up. I closed with: "After that I'm careful about entering into any relationship."

"I don't blame you," Una said. "It sounds like they were incredibly fucked up."

"Elsie can confirm that. I left that first night and didn't go back. She did."

"Is that the sadists she's talking about, Elsie?"

Elsie nodded and bummed a second cigarette off me. After I gave her a light, Elsie added, "Dee's gonna be an artist. She's studying for it and works in this really posh gallery; meets all the hoi-poli in the art world there."

"Elsie!" I said, embarrassed, but I was really thinking about getting it on with Una at some point down the road along with a man who was as yet a mystery man.

Oh, I knew I wouldn't become her woman. I prefer men, but a good woman from time to time is a wonderful thing. As long as one has variety, life is good, don't you think?

Triangulation on the other hand, is hot. The sex is wonderful. There are a seemingly infinite number of ways three bodies can be joined. Each of you can take turns savoring the ministrations of two hands, two lips, two tongues. You indulge in the simultaneous pleasures of watching and being watched. There aren't so many people involved that anyone has to feel left out, that any lines of communication aren't open. Beyond the sex, there's the quiet joy of enjoying each other's time, of collapsing into bed together after a long night out, of waking up the next morning and grabbing brunch. Whether you head out to a dive bar or simply curl up on the couch watching a movie, three is an instant party.

And I love parties.

But I digress. Eugene happened.

Yeah, Eugene, a Black dude, about 6'2" with dreadlocks and wearing a pair of denim coveralls and apparently, nothing else, save a pair of Air Jordan's. I gravitated to him as if he were a giant magnet. I would later hear some girls call him a pussy magnet and I wouldn't argue the point. 

Elsie, Una and I bought him a round of drinks, after which he lazily unbuttoned the top of his coveralls, exposing a smooth chocolate chest with nipples like Hershey Kisses.

All three of us couldn't resist touching him. I remember thinking how women loved chocolate, finding it irresistible. Well, Eugene was like that, simply yummy. I found myself kissing his pecs, the hollow of his sternum, nuzzling at his nipples, while the girls and God knows how many others laughed and whistled while making various comments of encouragement.

Lord knows he was tasty enough. Lord knows I was wet for him. And knowing so many people were watching me only made me wetter.

Eugene maneuvered me to a dark corner of the club. Of course the others followed but they were fairly discreet and no one else followed. My hand magically caused the coveralls to slide down his body.

Big surprise, he wore nothing underneath. He had a tight, ripped body. Very short, very kinky black pubic patch, big fat knobby dick, uncircumcised, with a purple head like a ripe plum peeking out from underneath the foreskin. 

I dropped to my knees, doing my very best to swallow him whole, which given his size, wasn't really practical, but was a lot of fun to try. Booth Una and Elsie told me after that they were betting I could, I did my best, but there was just too much him to engulf.

I tried several approaches: slathering my tongue up and down his shaft, slurping his fat testicles, pulling back the foreskin and tracing the topography of his glans. His cock was rigidly hard, craning eagerly upward, and, mmmm, hot and juicy.

Someone, I suspect it was Una, unbuttoned my blouse letting my tits hang down like twin pendulums as I was braless. Elsie gave me a pat on the head like you would a dog and tousled my hair.

Una - I know for certain it was her this time - was tugging my jeans off, groping and pawing at my cunt. I was soaking wet; hot and slippery and horny as hell. I raised my knees one by one, and with my mouth full of cock, kicked my panties aside.

Eugene pulled his dick away, and I came up, panting. Una chuckled, "God, Elsie, what a horny slut she is!" 

Elsie laughed and tugged my hair fondly, and I wiggled my ass in response. One of Eugene's friends, a weasel-faced skinny Hispanic, was standing in front of me, his jeans unzipped, his cock projecting straight out. His dick was dark, not black, and it was crooked; bent like a scimitar. 

It fit nicely into my mouth, and I sucked at it greedily. Meanwhile, Eugene got behind me, maneuvering between my thighs. I jumped, startled as his big dick rams up against my cunt. Weasel-Face wrapped his fingers in my hair commanding my attention as he vigorously humped my wide-open mouth.

I lavished attention on Weasel-Face's thrusting cock, trying to breathe while Eugene spread my cunt and crammed his magnificent tool home. The sudden invasion electrified me, as he filled me with his huge dick. He fucked me hard, slapping my ass in a casual way, every second or third thrust. 

I tried to concentrate on the dick in my mouth, but got more difficult. My head was lolling back and forth as I humped back against Eugene's fucking; grunting like a pig with the pleasure of it. Weasel-Face withdrew his cock from my mouth, apparently content with the occasional slurp I remembered to give him; and began jerking off into my face.

Suddenly Eugene came, slamming into my cunt and with a series of: "Ugh... ugh...ughhhh!" grunts and groans I feel his dick swell and spasm inside me. Moments later, his hot semen is spilling out and running down my thighs, dripping onto the floor. His cock slips away and I feel empty.

"Your turn" Una chirps. She has one hand stuck down the front of her pants.

"Sloppy Seconds, for me," my Hispanic, whose cock I've been sucking laughs.

"Fuck her in the ass," Una says. Her hand moving busily down the front of her pants, "You know she wants it."

He smears the gooey wetness that is drooling out of my cunt up and down my butt, and around my anus before rudely jamming a finger into that tight, sensitive hole. I yelp and jump, but I certainly do not object as he works his forefinger in and out, twisting it around inside me. Besides, Eugene has come around front again, and feeds me his long, soft, salty, cum-flavored dick. 

I'm back in a heavenly bliss.

Weasel-face discovers my tits, pinching and squeezing the stiffened nipples. It is really quite distracting and utterly exhilarating.

I guess Weasel-Face figured he'd warmed me up enough, as he suddenly withdrew his finger, leaving my asshole gasping. I glance over at Una. She's working her hand rhythmically back and forth inside her work pants, and swapping spit with Elsie.

Weasel Face worked his crooked dick up my ass. It was kind of a tight fit getting in, but once past the tight ring of my sphincter, he slid right on in. It felt wild, quite amazing actually. I had thought it would hurt, but apparently I was so hot it didn't matter. I mean, it wasn't my first ass fucking, and it felt better and better the faster he pounded into me.

I remember reaching the point of no return -- I'm so close to cumming, - I have to cum. I start masturbating, letting Eugene's wonderful cock slip out of my mouth so I can concentrate on getting my hands between my legs to play with my swollen, aching clit.

Eugene takes matters into his own hands, masturbating himself onto my face. Una is still jilling off; still kissing Elsie who also has her hand on her pussy. And Weasel-face is fucking me like the proverbial Johnny-B. Goode. 

We all cum at about the same time: Eugene growls like an animal and splashes a relatively small amount of sticky white come onto my face; Weasel-Face buries himself in my ass, filling me to overflowing with what seems like a pint of hot semen; my girl, Una comes silently, her face screwed up in an ecstatic mask; and I go off bucking and screaming, wracked with pleasure that breaks over me again and again like storm-churned surf, until I am left a limp, sweaty, sticky mass on the floor.

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Several drinks and a cab ride later, we shut the door to Una's apartment behind us and we three girls were cheek to cheek to cheek. 

Una's apartment is small, too small for two people really. It is just one room, with a barely separate bathroom and a tiny kitchen squeezed in. With three people inside, it was like a crowded elevator. Elsie's boob kept brushing against my arm.

We sized each other up like alley cats; but there was no hissing or bared claws.

"I've got a gallon of Gallo," Una said gaily.

"That should hold us for a while," I said and plopped onto the loveseat that passed for a couch in the small space.

Una poured out the vino, Elsie produced some pot and we were off and running.

We all ended up on the bed together; there was really nowhere else to be. Out of the blue I said, "I wanna watch you two fuck."

"Okay," Elsie said, "No problemo." She was already pulling her shirt off over her head. "You should go down on her," I said becoming a referee of sorts.

Una had discarded her top. Her boobs were big and round, like a pair of cantaloupes. The areolas were huge and brown, and her nipples stuck out excitedly. There was a thick white scar that ran down the left breast, just missing the areola, and traced its meandering way along her sternum. As I watched, she unfolded her legs and slid her jeans down, gathering them up around her knees. She was wearing black mesh underwear, and I could see her fat, puffy slit through the sheer material. 




Deidre Ch. 06



She slipped her hand down the front of her panties and leaned back against the wall, pinching one large nipple with her free hand. Una pointed at her crotch and said, "I want to see you lick this pussy."

After shucking her jeans and panties, Una lay down across the bed, spreading her legs wide apart, her neatly-trimmed petite little pussy pointed directly at Elsie. The inner lips were just visible, pouting out like a young tulip not quite yet in bloom.

I moved from the bed to the top of Una's dresser, sweeping aside a stack of folded towels, sitting cross-legged, enjoying the view, perched up there like a Cheshire cat, grinning hungrily.

They reconfigured themselves so that they were facing me, with Una on all fours and Elsie behind her. It provided me with a great view from my perch on top of the dresser.

Elsie lay down on the bed, and leaning on her elbows, put her head between Una's thighs, and started licking.

I've always been a little shy about going down on women. It's not like I mind the taste, (I actually rather like the way most taste) but I've always felt kind of incompetent at it. Elsie always said I do a good job down there, but I've never been sure she's really into it, and I'm not sure I ever got her to cum that way.

Una pulled her lips apart for Elsie, giving her tongue access to her moist, slippery bits. It wasn't long before she was licking harder, getting into it, slurping up and down, like a dog at a water bowl.

"Slow down!" I shouted from on high, "Lick her clit! Tease her a little bit!"

"That's soooo fucking hot!" I yelped happily, still tingling from my recent assfucking. "Now put a finger inside her. No, make it two."

Elsie did what I said. Keeping the tip of her tongue balanced on Una's joy buzzer, she slid a finger then two up her slippery wet pussy. Una's pussy seemed to reach out and grab her fingers. Well, that might have been the pot I'd been smoking.

"Three. Put three fingers in." I growled sounding hoarse with excitement, even to myself. It was a tight fit, but Elsie managed to get a third finger up Una's twat. For her part, Una was moaning like a cat in heat. 

I wouldn't, or couldn't stop issuing orders. "Now play with her asshole." I instructed from on high.

Elsie complied, sending a finger down to the forbidden zone and teasing the tight ring of Una's anus.

"Stick it in there!" I yelled seeing that Una wanted it inside her.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Una screeched, and as the finger penetrated her asshole, she howled and bucked, writhing and shaking and burrowing her face into a pillow.

And then Una was screaming, "Fuck yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!! Don't stop! I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming!"

And I saw the wetness dribbling out of her and began masturbating myself.

Elsie and Una had another glass of wine while I rubbed myself to a cum. I didn't take half as long as usual.

Una whispered something to Elsie as I climbed down from the dresser and joined them. 

"Excuse me for a minute," Una said disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door. Elsie handed me a glass of Gallo's best Burgundy. I took a big gulp and sat down on the loveseat beside Elsie.

"Quite a show you two put on," I said then licked a drop of vino from my lower lip.

"You think?" Elsie replied.

"You did all the work, babe," I said as Una returned bearing a glistening wet dildo and a huge smile.

"My favorite," she laughed, holding it aloft. The flesh around the scar on Una's chest was livid and red. Only then did I notice the straps attached to the dildo in her hand.

"Oh..." I blurted without meaning too.

Una secured the straps and the phallus wiggled and bobbed obscenely as she walked. For just a moment, I imagined what it might be like to be bent over in front of that fat black dildo, and it gave me a secret thrill.

"This is for Elsie," Una laughed lewdly. "You had some black cock earlier."

We trooped back into the bedroom, where Elsie lay spread-eagled on the bed. Her nipples were erect. She gave me a smile and winked.

I got back on the dresser after refilling my glass of wine and prepared to watch another sex show.

Una was busy applying some kind of lubricant to Elsie's twat and the dildo. "Girl tells me she's got a really tight hole," Una said to me.

"Depends on when she last used it," I said causing both of them to burst out laughing.

Then as I sipped from my wine, Una began a methodical finger fucking of Elsie's cunt. When she reached three fingers she stopped to add more lubricant. Shortly after that the fourth finger entered Elsie.

I thought I knew what was coming. I'd never seen anyone fisted. Well, not counting the occasional porn flick, anyway.

Truth be told, it was beautiful to watch. Elsie appeared lost in ecstasy. Her pussy opened up wider and wider, devouring Una's invading fingers. Una's face was a mask of concentration as she formed her hand into a duck-bill shape, and gently but insistently worked all five fingers into Elsie's wide-stretched cunt.

Elsie sighed. It was a long, drawn out sigh and seemed to break any tension that may have mounted prior to Una's fist submerging into Elsie's twat, buried to the wrist.

"Oh, fuck, you got the damn thing inside me!" Elsie said in a tremulous voice. "You're really, really inside me! Fuck me! Fuck me, make me cum!"

Una starting fucking Elsie with her fist: infinitesimally small, meticulous little movements that made Elsie writhe and contort. 

Both women were in a universe all their own. They seemed completely unaware of me hovering above them, spilling a good deal of wine on Una's dusty floorboards.

"I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" Elsie shouted, eyes shut, a wild grimace on her face. Her abdomen contracted and shook, her nipples turned bright red, and her breath came in raspy little gasps as the orgasm rolled through her.

As the peak passed, Una carefully withdrew her hand. Her fingers were absolutely covered with juice, a mixture of cum and lube. Elsie's pussy gaped wide as she rocked through a series of aftershocks. Her clit stood up, tiny and bright pink.

The three of us agreed: "That was really awesome!" 

We were all on the bed sipping from refilled wine glasses.

Elsie stooped over me, kissing my lips like a hummingbird while her boobs hung down, her nipples brushing lightly against my own, sending a jolt of electricity through me every time we made contact. 

Una squatted between my legs, insinuating a finger between my butt cheeks.

I started to protest when she found my anus, but she was insistent, and Elsie shushed me, so I tried to relax and let her do her thing. Una's slippery finger felt huge as it probed and invaded my sphincter. It felt awkward, uncomfortable, and highly erotic.

Moments later I wrested my mouth away from Elsie's and roared, "Finger fuck me! Yeah... finger fuck me!"

A grinning Una complied, banging my ass harder and deeper, forcing her finger all the way up inside me, then working a second slick finger up my freaked-out, hyper-excited asshole, curling and pulling and twisting her fingers inside me.

The orgasm took me by surprise, blindsided me, like a stray jolt of lightning, the kind of flash-BOOM that means you've just missed being electrocuted. All of a sudden I screamed out loud, squirting cum juice out of my cunt spattering Una on her face. 

I came and came and came, and before I knew I was begging her to fuck me with that damn dildo.

She had no trouble getting it in there either. She butt fucked me for at least twenty odd minutes before tiring.

I must have cum ten or twelve times and was a sweaty wreck, twitching and groaning with pleasure while the others played with my tits and cunt, leaving the dildo stuck in my ass for the duration.

They helped me into the shower; Una joined me and did most of the cleansing as I was almost helpless and rubbery legged; unable to stand without help.

It was dawn when I hobbled into my apartment. I stayed in bed until four in the afternoon. I had to get up then, knowing my Aunt Miriam would be by wondering why I hadn't come to the gallery that day. 

I should have called in sick, but I was sleeping during the time one does such things.

Aunt Miriam took one look at me and knew that I was fucked out. She made some coffee and ordered a pizza, leaving the money to pay for it by the door, and left, telling me she expected me in the following day.

I got up for the pizza delivery and to my surprise, gathered some pads and pencils and began drawing the events of the previous evening as best I could recollect.

I would later sell them to a private collector for $15,000. But that's another story.