10 comments/ 112846 views/ 19 favorites The Education of Sam By: gymmyt Sam Evans comes from a devoutly Catholic family, his father Richard is a highly successful investor and day trader, mother Vicki a trophy, a stay at home mom that has a business that she runs out of the house, very lucratively, she will tell you. They were high school sweethearts where they both were Homecoming King and Queen, incredibly popular. Dad was a jock football star that parlayed that high school success into a full ride scholarship to play at UCLA, mom punched her ticket playing volleyball where she ultimately became a first team All American setter. They were married during their senior year in college, and mom bore the first of five children two years later. Stephanie Evans was an incredibly gorgeous little girl, and began getting modeling jobs at the age of two, which became TV commercials, then spots on various serial prime time shows. Vicki couldn't stop bragging when Stephanie did a racy Maxim layout, saying that her daughter was 'an actress with a bullet'. She recently landed a co-starring role in a movie that is to begin filming shortly that has a star studded cast, her BIG BREAK. Rick is three years younger, 23, and cut from the same mold as Richard, a high school jock that was a second round pick of the Atlanta Braves. Unfortunately, he was a 3rd baseman, and with a guy like Chipper Jones in the fold, you don't get the call to the "Dance". He was on playoff rosters, seeing some action in the Bigs, but not to his liking. Rick decided to leave baseball behind and enrolled at his parents' alma mater, where he will assume the starting quarterback position this year on the football team. Younger sister to Sam, by 16 months, Taylor, is a spitting image of Vicki, long, blonde and leggy, she just took Homecoming Queen, is dating the star receiver of the football team, and a budding model in her own right. Finally, the baby of the family is 14 year old Tommy, a burgeoning baseball star who had lead his Little League team deep into the Little League World Series playoffs for the second year in a row as a fireball throwing pitcher. Then there is Sam. Sam could have been switched at birth; he was so vastly different from his parents and siblings. Had it not been that he looked exactly like his father in the face, he was sure that they would have taken him back! Whereas both older men are well over six feet tall and heavily muscled, and Tommy was heading there, Sam stood at five nine, skinny as a rail. He was sickly as a child, so he never played any organized sports, gravely disappointing his father. He was so sick one year that he had to repeat a grade, which allowed Taylor to catch up, much to his and her chagrin. Sam was the forgotten child, the one that didn't get to do much, nor did he ask, he knew what the outcome would be, Taylor would unmercifully make fun of him, mom would pretend that he was not there, and dad would poke so many holes in his ideas, that Sam would more often than not just bury himself in his room, crying himself to sleep. It got to be so bad that he would rarely if ever leave his room, his sanctuary so to speak, for fear that his father would say something demeaning, or his sister would verbally accost him. God forbid if she had any of her silver spoon friends over, or her jack wagon boyfriend, then it became a nightmare. It was like he was a pariah in his own home. Rick was his only salvation. Rick would encourage him in his pursuits, especially his love of music. Sam loved the guitar principally, but could play drums, bass, and keyboards, even sing. Whenever Rick was over, he would bring up what Sam was doing musically, above everyone else trying to find out about him, which usually led to Taylor saying that he sucked or their father telling Sam to get a grip on reality and ditch his fantasies of being in a rock band. Sam wiped at the mirror above the sink, clearing a spot through the fogged over mirror, and looked hard at himself; his eyes red and brimming with tears once again. He sighed. "Typical evening." He muttered to himself. Dad had just yelled at him for not making anything of himself; Taylor, who was having another slumber party, verbally ripped at him, in front of everyone, parents and her friends while mom just glanced sideways at the situation, trying not to be noticed as she read one of her romance novels. He toweled off, looking at his body. The unruly hair that was a bit on the long side, bony, almost concave chest, skinny arms, and ribs that were clearly visible beneath his skin. "BAH!" He screamed at his reflection, yanking on his sweats and a t-shirt and heading to his room. "Quiet, you fucking weirdo!" Taylor mocked him as he strode past her room, the three other girls with her giggling like school girls. Sam shut the door behind him and grabbed his escape from reality, his 1964 Trini Lopez Gibson guitar that Rick gave him as a birthday present last year, and began working out a new song for him and his band. He was lost in his thoughts when a knock came at his door. "Sam, may I come in?" "Sure, Tommy, what's up?" "I just wanted to hear you play." Sam grinned at him, happy that Tommy took interest in him. Sam helped his little brother through some frets. "See!" Sam exclaimed, ruffling Tommy's hair as the little boy beamed from ear to ear. "You just played music!" Tommy and Sam messed around on the guitar for some time before Sam noticed Tommy was silent. "I don't like how they talk to you." Tommy almost whispered. "I want to yell at them." "Don't worry, little brother, I can handle it. Now, you better get to bed." "Are you coming to my game tomorrow, Sam?" "I wouldn't miss it for the world." Mrs. Benavides lived down the street from Sam, had for as long as he could remember. She lived alone, having been a widow for several years, her husband dying of a brain tumor quite suddenly. Sam would always spend as much time with her as possible, even before her husband's death, helping the both of them out around the house, and even more so now. He did her lawn care, cleaned her pool, and did other odds and ends, in turn, they both would listen to him dream out loud, so to speak. Talk about his love for music and his aspirations of selling out arenas with his blistering guitar. He was just finishing up cutting her grass when she called him inside. "It's hot out there, young man," She beckoned to him, "have some tea with me." Sam relished her home brewed tea; the icy goodness would be magnificent right now as the mid morning sun was sweltering. Sam kicked off his shoes as to not to get grass clippings in her kitchen and entered through the French doors that led out to her pool area. Mrs. B, as everyone called her, was bustling about the kitchen and ordered Sam to sit, she was going to make him some lunch. He sat on a dining room chair and watched her. Mrs. B was a few years shy of sixty and kept quite fit, the only thing that would allow someone to think that she wasn't years younger was the gray in her hair, which Same felt made her look rather regal. Being of Mexican descent, her skin was ruddy olive and Sam imagined it to be very soft. He looked at her in the kitchen; she was wearing a pale yellow sundress that accentuated her large breasts and came to just below her knees. It clung to her upper body down to the thin waist, and then flared out over her ample bottom and down to her knees. Sam could see the thick bra beneath her dress, absently wondering what size she was. He was lost in LaLa Land when she turned to him, stopping suddenly. "Oh, my!" She gasped. Sam rose quickly. "Mrs. B? Are you okay?" She just stood there, as if awestruck for a brief moment, and then looked him in the eyes with a smile. "Sam," She started, "I would like to have lunch out by the pool, will you please join me?" "Sure, Mrs. B, but, are you okay?" "Oh, yes, Sam, very much so. Why don't you take a quick shower so you aren't all hot and sticky, lunch will be ready when you are done." "I don't have a change-" "No worries," She interrupted, "I will get you some shorts, now, run along." Sam had just stepped under the warm spray when a tapping came at the door. He shrank into himself. "Fresh change of clothes, Sam." "Thanks Mrs. B!" Sam thought that she had lingered a bit long at the door, but brushed it aside. Mrs. B fanned herself as she closed the door to the bathroom, she just had to know. Sam self consciously took a seat next to Mrs. B. He was wearing a pair of her husband's shorts which were a bit snug for him, and no shirt. She was laid out prone on a deck chair; having changed into a black one piece bathing suit. On the table a few feet in front of them was a large pitcher chock full of ice and her delicious sweet tea, and a plate of ham and turkey sandwiches. Sam demolished most of them as he and his neighbor took in the sun. Sam had leaned back into his chair, lolling his head back and letting the rays warm his skin. He heard Mrs. B stir as she let out another tiny gasp. "Mrs. B?" He looked over at her. There was no mistaking where she was looking this time, right at his crotch. The tight swim shorts had a nearly transparent lining, and because they were so tight on him, they played out from his crotch. He looked down and saw that his balls had fallen through the opening, and the head of his limp cock laid twisted over the top of his 'boys', held from completely hanging out by the see through material. Embarrassed, he made quickly to cover up his lewdness, Mrs. B grabbed at his wrist. "Dios Mio! Is that your cock?" She had said that so loudly that he imagined a scenario of her calling his parents, incensed about his casualness. "I am so sorry, oh Lord, Mrs. Benavides, I—, "Sam fumbled about, knocking over his glass of tea. "Goodness, Sam! Don't be alarmed! That is magnificent!" Sam had always been self conscious about the size of his penis, and his complete lack of knowledge of the female persuasion never allowed him to know just what kind of weapon that he had in his pants. He had felt abnormal since the first post gym class shower when he noticed that the other boys were nowhere near his size. He toiled until most were done, then snuck into the shower with his towel covering the goods. When he could choose his own electives in school, he did not take Phys Ed due to his embarrassment. He considered going to the school nurse (a male, he would NEVER had considered going to a female) to see if he was anomalous, but never got up the guts to do so, fearing that it would get out. He did know that he was 9 ½ inches soft, and stretched to over 11 when it was hard, which he had to measure, in order to discuss with the school nurse, when he had a piss hard on because he had never even masturbated. Hell, Sam had never even seen a tit, let alone felt one. "Magnificent?" Sam stammered. "I'm not a freak?" "Sam, what makes you think that you are a freak?" "None of the other boys' are like this, it's not normal!" Sam cried. "You've never, uh, used it, Sam? Never been with a girl?" Sam reddened deeply. "Never." He whispered. Mrs. B swung her legs over to where she was sitting upright between Sam's legs, never taking her eyes off of his enormous girth. "I could teach you." She said, almost breathlessly. "What do you mean?" "Stand up, Sam." She directed. He did so and she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pulled down, removing his feet from the legs, tossing the shorts over her shoulder absently. She let out a long, low whistle as his package dangled enticingly in front of her, inches away from her now watering mouth. Sam's cock was still limp as he was scared, but it was very thick, his broad, bullet shaped head peeking out from the foreskin, which gathered right at his flange. The shaft seemed to go on forever until it was obscured by a light colored scruff of pubic hair. Mrs. B looked up at him from her perch in front of him, eyes glazed over in a way that Sam had never seen before. She reached up and took him in her hand, testing the weight and girth of it. "Do you know what a hand job is, Sam?" She panted. "No, ma'am." She began stroking him slowly, in awe of the member that she held, squeezing it at the base, pulling back on his skin to fully expose his massive mushroom head, and then travelling up the length until her thumb popped over his glans. "This is a hand job. This is a blow job." Sam had swollen to his full length in her hand, long and as thick as an aerosol can, and his eyes popped open wide as he felt her warm mouth envelope his cock to just below his purple head. With her mouth not leaving his cock, she pushed back on his thighs, moving with him until the back of his knees struck another deck chair and he plopped down into it. She gripped his shaft in two hands and jacked him lightly, then pulled off his cock and swirled her tongue around his sensitive head. Mrs. B stood up and pulled first one strap of her bathing suit down her shoulder, then the other, revealing her full breasts. Sam had never seen tits before and marveled at how they swayed about with her actions and gawked at her large areola, brown and oblong in shape, cocked at a 45 degree angle, her nipples impossibly long. She shucked off her suit completely, and she was shaved, save for a strip of black pubic hair about an 1/8th of an inch above her gaping slit. "Don't be scared, Sam," She cooed, "Mrs. B is going to take good care of you!" She reached down and gripped his member in her hand, overhand, and ran her fingers over his head, then through her own pussy slit and began to lower herself down to his waiting pole, before she made contact, she felt a spate of hot liquid hit her in the thigh, Sam had cum. She sat across his lap as Sam began to unclench his body from his first orgasm. She grabbed a towel and began wiping his legs off, then hers. "You came a lot, Sam dear. Mrs. B likes that." Sam was speechless as he just stared at her, sitting across his lap, her open pussy just staring at him, or so he imagined. She stroked his balls softly, and then used her fingers to open her vagina. "This is a pussy, Sam, do you like it?" Sam vigorously nodded his head yes. "Good. I am going to teach you everything that I know, will you like that?" Sam enthusiastically nodded once again. "Good. That was a teaser course, Sam, now comes Sex 101." She reached for his now erect cock again. The Education of Sam Continues The southern California Saturday sun warmed the back of his neck as Sam wobbled back to his house less than 100 yards away from Mrs. Benavides' place on trembling, weak legs. He had heard some of the jocks in school talk about 'fucking the shit' out of some girl, and now he knew how that felt. The weakness in his legs was counteracted by the knowledge that he had lost his virginity. A smile crept to his mouth as he tried to recount what had just happened, but it was all a fog, it had happened so quickly, yet so many times. She kept getting him hard, then doing sex acts that he had only either heard about through the grapevine. Mrs. B was so patient and gentle at first, allowing him to get his 'sea legs' so to speak, then she got crazy, riding him all through the house and backyard until he literally orgasmed that final time and passed out from exhaustion. Sam's house was at the crest of a small hill, and as he trudged back home, the driveway came into view and he saw not only his dad's car, but the car that he "shared" with his sister. Shared. Yeah, right. Taylor was the full time driver of the bright red VW Golf GTI even though it was coined as the car that they would both drive. It did no good to complain, it would only fall on deaf ears. She wouldn't even let him ride to school with her, fucking bitch. Funny that dad and mom gave it to her on her 16th birthday, at her Sweet Sixteen party. Sam did not have a party. 'Shit.' Sam muttered to himself as he neared the front door, wondering what kind of drama would enfold today. He tried to be as discreet as possible, avoiding the family room and cutting through the kitchen, but, there was his sister, sitting at the island bar with Kerri and Madison, two of her cheerleader teammates. Sam froze and tried to back out of the doorway as silently as possible. The girls were eating lunch, obviously taking a break from the pool because they were clad in bikini tops and their hair was wet. Madison was most definitely the one with the tits; they were overflowing her bra top, smashed together in what looked like an encasing that was two sizes too small. Madison is a Pakistani and Filipino mix with a long, flowing mane of jet black hair, dark skin, and definitely curvy. Kerri was another All-American blonde, very short, if she was five foot tall; Sam had some swampland to sell you, and pixie-like. Sam loved to listen to her voice, it reminded him of those Olympic gymnasts when they got interviewed. Kerri's chest was pretty flat, but it matched her physique, and much like those gymnasts, was taut and muscular. Her platinum hair was cut very short and spiky. She was Taylor's only friend that wasn't cruel to him. Then there was Taylor, tall and statuesque, full breasted with the ass of a car magazine model. Sam noticed that her nipples were hard and pointed viciously through her white bikini top. "What the fuck are you doing in here?" Shit! Taylor saw him before he could make his exit, stage left. "Were you just standing there, staring at us, you fucking pervert?" Her words cut him to the bone. Red faced, he just shook his head in denial. "DADDY!" Taylor bellowed as she got up and ran into the den, her friends hot on her tail. Sam reached into the refrigerator and grabbed the bottle of V8 just as his father made his appearance. "Why are you bothering your sister, Sam?" His dad stood large and overpowering at the kitchen island, hands firmly planted on his hips in his normal day off attire, basketball shorts and shirtless. Richard still possessed a physique that most men half of his age would kill for, broad chested and narrow at the waist, not as ripped as he used to be, but defined nonetheless. "I'm not!" Sam protested in vain. "I just walked in the door, dad!" Sam noticed that Taylor had come up behind their father and snaked her arms around his waist, smashing her ample bosom into his side. He reached around her and rubbed her back gently. Sam thought off handedly if he could feel her nipples jabbing into his side. "Make yourself scarce while she has her friends over, okay?" Taylor grinned and flipped him off as Richard walked back to watch Sports Center. He trudged heavily up the stairs and noticed his mother in her sewing room, door open, reading a book. Sam knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she had heard the whole fiasco. "So...mom?" "Yes?" "I guess that I am restricted to my room, now?" "What do you mean?" "Like you don't know. Why don't you and dad just cut a hole in my door so that you can slide a tray of food in there three times a day? That way I won't embarrass you if you have company." Sam didn't wait for an answer; he just strode into his room and shut the door, staring at himself in his mirror. He was very surprised that he had said a word, usually; he just took the verbal abuse and hid in his room. He lay out on his bed, arm across his eyes as he heard the girls splashing about in the pool. His mind wandered back to the events of this morning. 'Sorry, Mrs. B, I couldn't hold it.' He had said as his first load of sperm splashed her inner thighs. His heart was racing with the knowledge of what was to take place. 'Don't worry, Sammie, let Mrs. B take care of you.' She had said, and boy did she. Sam's fifty some odd year old neighbor had given him a hand job to get his dick back hard, which didn't take long at all, then lowered herself down on his long, thick meat stick, taking his cherry. It took her a long time to get used to his size, and before she had a chance to begin masturbating him with her labia, Sam blew his cum deep into her. She had just smiled, then kegeled on top of him, getting him hard again in seconds. This time, the sex was long and slow, filled with lots of kissing and touching. He didn't know at that time that a woman came, but Mrs. B told him that she had come several times. They had repeated that process again and again, getting faster and rougher each time. "Oh, shit!" Sam moaned as his jism flew out of his cock, he had been reliving the experience while stroking his monster through his shorts and blew his load. He grabbed a change and went in to shower. Minutes later, Sam noticed a text message from Mrs. B- 'Come over' The newly de-virginized Sam bounced down the stairs and past the den where his mom and dad were watching the news. "I'm heading over to Mrs. B's, she is making me dinner." They didn't even grunt a response as he just walked out the door. The evening air had cooled considerably as he whistled as he almost literally skipped towards her house. He noticed a very nice car parked at the curb in front of her place, and as he got closer, he noticed a fairly new Jaguar, all black with black tinted windows. Shrugging, he bounded up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the doorbell. Seconds later, Mrs. B answered the door, dressed in a dark green strapless tube dress that clung to her voluminous breasts, yet threatened to drop down at any second. Her thick nipples poked through the material and Sam found himself getting hard. "Sammie!" She smiled. "Come in, I hope that you don't mind that a friend is joining us for dinner?" 'A friend.' He thought. 'Great, no sex then.' He was disappointed, yet smiled warmly as he was introduced to Sherri, a very sharply dressed woman of about 45. She looked like a middle aged Kelly Rowland, her long raven hair flowed about her shoulders and her wide mouth beamed, flashing her straight, white teeth. Sam thought her to be very attractive and he loved her rich chocolate skin. She had an air of sophistication about her that seemed to project out from her very being. "Sherri is a friend of mine; we have been sisters for years!" The three of them talked politely over a dinner of spicy frijoles charros, and Sam was enraptured by Sherri's beauty, and that she seemed genuinely interested in what he said as the conversed. "Sam, would you be a dear and grab the pitcher of tea that is in the fridge?" Mrs. B asked. Sam readily agreed but could not help but notice the slightest of glances shared by the two women. He rounded the table and grabbed the drink, then went back and placed it on the table between the two women. Sherri hooked her finger in the pocket of his jeans, stopping him from moving. "Pasha," Sherri said, referring to Mrs. B, "says that you have quite the gift, Sam." Sam's eyes widened and he looked down at his neighbor, who had a sly smile that traced her lips. "May I?" Sherri asked without asking as she reached to the zipper on his jeans, grabbing it and pulling down. Sam's heart began to flutter madly as Sherri unzipped him and Pasha unbuttoned his fly. Sherri reached in his jeans and rubbed his burgeoning cock. "Oh my!" She giggled. "Did you put a cucumber in there?" Pasha tugged his jeans down to his ankles, leaving his tented boxers on before pulling them down as well. Sherri cooed as his semi erect penis came into view. "I have never seen one this big!" Sam tilted his head back as he felt Sherri's hand encircle his rod, then the sounds of scooting chairs as both women got closer to him. Pasha and Sherri each had a hand on his shaft and squeezed and stroked as Sam ballooned to his fully erect 11 plus inches, then each leaned forward, planting soft kisses on the respective sides of his girth. Sam was overwhelmed as he looked down and saw the contrast of his pink flesh being palpitated by the two brown women, one darker than the other. "Oh! Oh!" Sam tightened up as he felt his load rushing up his shaft. Sherri quickly closed her hot mouth around Sam's soft mushroom head and sucked deeply, her cheeks concaving in with the effort as he shot deep into her oral cavity. He relished in the sight of her working his cock, her pristinely manicured fingers pumping his length, his shaft disappearing into her tightly closed mouth, he could feel her tongue brushing over his glans, her bright red lipstick leaving smudges on his penis. She sucked at him for several moments, getting every last drop of his seed and swallowing loudly. He was hard again before she released her hold on him. "Let's take this to the bedroom." Pasha said as she scooted her chair back. Sam tore off his shirt and followed her into her room as Sherri followed, saying something about not being able to wait. He lay on the bed as Pasha started licking and sucking on his balls while lightly stroking his already swollen member. Sherri undressed slowly as if not to get her clothes wrinkled all while watching the oral ministrations performed by Pasha. Now naked, Sherri began rubbing Sam's chest, paying attention to his nipples, twisting them between her fingers and pulling out sharply on them. She was completely shaved downstairs and looked differently than what Pasha did. While Pasha had large, droopy labia, Sherri's were smooth and tiny. "Have you eaten pussy before, Sam?" Sherri asked, straddling his head and facing towards his feet. He couldn't help but to marvel at how pink that she was inside. "He is a fast learner, Sher!" Pasha panted, rubbing her clit as she broke from the tongue bath that she was giving Sam's massiveness. Sherri ground her hips down on his face and Sam began licking hungrily at her snatch as she moaned before laying flat on his belly in a 69 and helped Pasha suck him off. Both women were alternating between tongue kissing each other and sucking hard at his cock when simultaneously, he felt a finger probe his ass as Sherri flooded his mouth with her sweet nectar. "Cummmmminnnnnnggggggg!!!!" She bellowed to the ceiling, gripping his head between her taut thighs. She swung around Sam's body and got on top of him, rubbing his broad helmet through her sopping wet vaginal lips, preparing to impale herself. She winked at him as he felt her cunt begin to swallow his meat stick. "I am going to fuck the shit outta you, boy!" Sherri groaned as he slid into her about halfway. She rotated her hips in a circular motion in order to get used to him, but Sam gripped her hips and thrust upwards, she grimaced and groaned loudly, the cords on her neck standing out in bold relief. "So big...so big!" Sherri whimpered over and over. Pasha rubbed Sherri's clit with one hand as she continued to finger fuck his asshole with the other as Sherri slowly bounced on him, picking up speed. Sam instinctively participated, this time taking the lead. Pasha leaned her head forward and licked at his shaft and Sherri's pussy as they fucked. Sherri grunted and squeezed Sam's chest hard as a fiery orgasm enveloped her entire body, then collapsed next to him, panting loudly. Pasha took him in her mouth, sucking him deep into her oral cavity and swallowing her friends cum from his shaft. Several hours later, Sam and Sherri kissed deeply at the door to Pasha's house, swirling their tongues together before she departed. The three of them had fucked over and over again, once again teaching Sam several things. Pasha was in a robe as she said good bye to Sam, kissing him tenderly. "I am having some people over to the house next Friday, Sammie, you are invited." Sam left the house with confidence oozing out of every pore. Not only had he lost 'it' today, he had a three way as well. His cock throbbed as he bounced up his walk toward the house. Let his fucking sister say something to him now, he thought. His mom and dad were still watching TV as he made his way to his room, then the shower, and of course, he was still met with indifference. His sister was out, again, and Tommie was already asleep. Sam went over to Pasha's house every day after school, and two of those days, Sherri was there as well. Sam was becoming quite good at pleasing them, and not only did he have a gigantic dick, but he was now able to get hard at a moment's notice, and he always launched a copious amount of goo when he came. The women were insatiable, which was great, because he was as well. Pasha didn't let him fuck her on Thursday; she told him that she had a big surprise for him the next day, and not to even masturbate the next two days. They talked comfortably, Pasha making sure that he did his homework first, and then play second. Friday finally arrived; Sam was like a kid on Christmas Eve, not being able to sleep hardly a wink. Taylor had left for school already, leaving him without a ride...again. "Why does she get to use that car all of the time?" Sam complained for what seemed the trillionth time, all with the same results. "We are supposed to 'share' the thing, right, dad?" His father already said that he couldn't drive him to school; he had a meeting, even though he drove past the high school every morning. Mom was already dropping Tommy off in the opposite direction. "She has practice in the mornings, Sam," his father reasoned for her, "maybe if you ever did anything—" "Bullshit, dad!" Sam blew up, feeling his neck and face get hot. He had never raised his voice to him. Richard put down his paper and glared at him. "What did you say?" Sam felt a rush of adrenaline, he shook from the charge. "I said that was bullshit, father! I am fucking tired of being the damn black sheep around here!" Richard just stared at him, a blank look on his face. "Um, well, grab your stuff, son, I'll take you." He said this absently, in shock. "I'll talk to your sister about the car." Sam couldn't help but to grin as his father pulled out of the drive. He knocked on the door and turned to look around as he waited. There were probably five cars there, including the black Jag, Sam excitedly noted. The door opened and Pasha greeted him. "Come in, Sammie, I'd like you to meet some friends of mine!" He followed behind her, noticing yet another sun dress, this time in a shade of orange. She was barefoot and he could smell how clean she was, with just a hint of a citrus perfume that he liked. He stared at her generous Latina ass as he followed her, thinking of how her corpulent pussy lips peeked through her legs when she was doggy style. There were a lot of strange people in her living room, black, white, Asian. They seemed to be mostly couples. He had anticipated getting sex tonight, but this threw him for a loop. "You remember Sherri?" Pasha pointed to his other fuck buddy who was sitting on the couch next to a very large black guy who had his arm around her. "He better!" Sherri exclaimed, jumping up and pecking him smartly on the lips. She turned to her man, "This is my husband, Reggie..." She introduced all around, but he fogged up when she introduced her husband, not hearing a thing after that. Husband? Pasha came back into the room with a large tray of scotch glasses filled with a light brown fluid, then stopped in front of each person as they took one and thanked her. Sam held his glass nervously and watched the group drink heartily. He took a swig and swallowed quickly, feeling a burning in his throat as his eyes filled with tears. He coughed long and loud as the couples laughed, but not in cruel way. He looked up. "Smooth!" Sam grinned. Reggie patted him on the back, his huge hand nearly covering his entire shoulder. "We've all heard a lot about you, young man!" Reggie winked at him. Confused, Sam looked to Pasha. "Sam," Pasha started, "we are a group of friends that get together as often as we can to...enjoy...each other." "Enjoy?" Sam was puzzled. "Swingers, Sam." Jerry, a thin fellow that looked to be in his fifties said. He was almost completely bald, with a thin goatee, and sat next to a portly brunette, his wife Jeannette. "Swingers?" Pasha laughed as she explained to him just what that meant. Just as she finished putting into plain words what she meant, Sherri emerged from the back hallway wearing a sheer black corset that showed her dark nipples, thigh highs and a garter, no panties. Sam's eyes widened and he stole a glance over to Reggie, thinking, well, not knowing what to think. Corvin, a light skinned black guy gave a wolf whistle and rubbed his hand over Sherri's plump ass as his wife, a petite Thai lady named Tum, smiled her encouragement. Sherri grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him to her as he noticed that the furniture had been arranged in a semi circle, creating a stage area of sorts. Sam held his breath as Sherri knelt in front of him and began undoing his belt. He grabbed at her wrists as he recognized that she was trying to get him naked in front of everybody. "Its okay, Sam," Tum said in a heavy accent, "relax, its okay." Sam released his grip on her wrists and watched as she slid his trousers down his legs. He glanced around the room as he felt her rubbing at his cock through the thin material of his boxers. Reggie had pulled his fat cock out of his shorts and was stroking himself, his penis thick and fat. Sam marveled at how dark black that his shaft was. He peeked over at Jerry and Jeannette, who was rubbing her husband's crotch through his jeans. He closed his eyes as he felt Sherri's mouth envelope his heavy penis. "Shame on you!" Pasha clucked as she sat down next to Reggie. "Starting without me!" Pasha gripped Reggie in her hand, pumped him twice, then leaned over and inhaled his cock into her mouth, sucking him loudly. Soon, the group of lovers were all naked and coupled in some way. Reggie's hard cock was stuffed into Pasha's mouth and was glistening with her saliva; Jerry and Corvin were each sucking on one of Jeannette's fat nipples, Corvin fingering her hairy pussy with his middle finger as she masturbated them simultaneously. Jeannette's skin was the tone of alabaster and her wide areola shone with the men's spit; Jerry rubbed his wife's round belly as she smiled down at him. The Education of Sam Continues Sam felt a something behind him and he whirled his head about to see Tum gripping his ass cheeks and forcing them apart, then licking at his sphincter. She gently prodded him to stand with his legs wide apart as Sherri gave him a wicked blow job. Tum craned her neck backwards and slid her tongue into his ass as she worked his balls between her fingers. 'This is so surreal.' Sam thought to himself as Tum did things to him and was making him feel things that he only heard other kids talking about. Just to think, less than a week ago, he was a naïve, 19 year old virgin, now he was in a damn orgy. Pasha had flicked on the radio to an Oldies rock station to set the mood. 'I held her close, until the storm passed, then we fell down laughing in the wet grass.' The radio blared. "God, I will never forget this song!" Sam moaned, eliciting a laugh from Jeannette. 'Out on Thunder Island!' Reggie had leaned back on the sofa and Pasha was straddling him in a reverse cowgirl, letting his thick, meaty ebon cock plow into her womanly folds. She had her eyes closed from the pleasure, biting her lower lip. Jeannette was flat on her back, her husband kneeling at her head with his thin cock plunging in and out of her greedy mouth, Corvin had her legs draped over his thighs as he fucked her relentlessly, taking long, deep strokes into her chunky pussy. Sam felt the girls pulling him down and he lay on his back. "Check your woman out, Corvin!" Sherri yelled. "She is trying to take this big cock!" All eyes were trained on Tum as she inched Sam's massive pole into her petite cunt. She worked it in slowly, fraction by fraction; her eyes slammed shut from the pressure, concentrating hard on her mission. Finally, she opened her eyes and smiled down at Sam. "YEAHHHHHH!!!" The gallery erupted into cheers and claps before resuming the task at hand. Sherri straddled Sam's face, getting him to eat her pussy as Tum popped up on her feet, squatting up and down on her pleasure rod. After what seemed like forever, Sam felt Tum dismount, then another pussy slide down on his cock. Sherri got off of his face after she came in his mouth and he noticed that it was Jeannette who was now fucking him. "Hi." She smiled at him, not slowing down her motion. "Hi, baby." While Sam plowed his tool into Jeannette's greedy pussy, he saw that Reggie had Tum's ankles pinned behind her ears and he was rapidly fucking her, nay, pounding her little quim as she howled in ecstasy. Pasha had Jerry buried in her ass as Corvin worked his cock in and out of her pussy, while Sherri kept her busy by kissing her. "We have our first one!" Pasha yelled, pointing to Reggie who was unloading his quite considerable load onto Tum's belly. Reggie smiled and waved. The other two men followed quickly followed suit, shooting their respective offerings onto Pasha as Sherri jerked them off onto her skin. Reggie leaned back onto the sofa and slowly stroked his cock as the others gathered around Jeannette and Sam as they fucked. "We taught this boy well, Pasha!" Sherri proudly exclaimed. "He would have been the first one to cum just a week ago." Jeannette pulled forward until just the head and first part of his shaft was in her chubby labia. She fully dismounted and thrust her turgid, rubbery nipples into Sam's mouth where he greedily sucked like a newborn. He felt a warm, hot mouth envelop his cock, while another mouth lapped at his nuts. The heat of the mouth on his cock threw him over the edge and he cried out as he felt a tsunami of choad erupt from his piss slit. The mouth didn't back off, but ravenously swallowed his offerings. Sam thought that, although inexperienced, it was the best blow job that he had ever had. He wondered who was such the pro. Jeannette slowly slid off of Sam, and he noticed that Jerry was knelt between his legs, wiping at the corner of his mouth. "WHAT THE FUCK!" Sam bellowed. Pasha patted him on the chest, soothing him. "Relax, Sammie, we are all about experiments here. It's all good." There seemed to be no pausing amongst the group as Tum, Sherri and Corvin began a three way tryst. To Sam's astonishment, Reggie knelt down on the ground and Jerry crawled to him and began blowing his fat, brown penis. Pasha blew Sam until he was hard, which was not long due to his youthfulness, and then she poured a liberal amount of lube all over his over eleven inch rod. "Do it, Sam." She asked him. "I can't, that is wrong." "Open your horizons." Reluctantly, Sam agreed and he got behind Jerry and Pasha guided his wide, mushroom shaped helmet to his ass, and he pushed. "DAMN!" Jerry howled, holding Reggie's saliva slicked cock in his hand. Sam's dick disappeared slowly into his ass as Pasha whispered her encouragement. Shortly, he had bottomed out, and began to pump in and out, from head to shaft. Soon, he was driving into his ass with alarming alacrity. Almost simultaneously, Reggie and Sam howled as they both erupted a glut of cum into Jerry's gaping holes. Later, the group sat around and sipped drinks and chatted amicably. Sam was a little taken aback at what he had done, and how okay the others were with it, so he was a little quiet. "Hey, Sam, I heard that you had a pretty good band." Jerry asked. "I'd like to think so, not to be cocky." "Take my card and call me, I happen to be a promoter, I can get you a good gig of you are any good." Two hours later, Sam plodded up the stairs to his room. "Sam!" His mother called from the TV room. He grunted a response. "Do the dishes." "It's Taylor's day, mother!" "She is with her friends, and I don't care whose day it is, I told you to do them." She sternly quipped. He slumped his shoulders and made his way to the kitchen. 'This has got to stop.' Sam thought.