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It Was the Middle of Summer

By: Laurie



(This is a long one guys and gals. There is a lot of fucking in it, but there is a lot of character development too. It is really a story about a deep friendship between three teenage girls. I call them my three little stoner chicks, but they're way more than that. Cbsummers and I wrote this one together just like we did 'It Was the Beginning of Summer'. It's our goal in every story we write about them to reveal more and more about what makes these three little stoner chicks tick. But, in the process, they do a lot, and I mean a lot, of fucking. Hope you all enjoy reading about them.)

CHAPTER ONE

Regina Gleason, Gina to everyone that knew her well, finished stirring the freshly made cheese dip and pushed it across the counter top in the direction of her daughter's boyfriend. "There," she said. "That should hold the two of you over until Amy's friends get here. Then I'll see about lunch for you."

"Thanks, Ms. Gleason," Rashawne said as he lowered a chip into the dip and took a bite. "This is good." Damn, she's hot. If Amy looks like this 20 years from now, I'll be one happy motherfucker if I'm still fucking her. Looks a lot like Amy. Just a bit older and with bigger tits. Nice fucking tits. She even has Amy's curly blonde hairstyle, though its a little darker, and she wears glasses. Love those glasses. So fucking hot to fuck a chick with glasses. She's smart too. Love smart chicks. Damn, has she got a nice ass. Just like Amy's. Tight and round. Tummy is just a bit thicker. Thighs too. Not much thicker. Just a bit. She's fine though. Damn. Both these bitches are fine. 

"All I really did was melt some cheese, and please. Call me Gina."

"Yes, Ma'am," Rashawne said just before he devoured another chip.

"It's Gina. Not Ms. Gleason. Not ma'am. Just Gina."

"What about Regina?" Amy asked mischievously.

Gina glared at her daughter before smiling and saying, "Just your grandmother."

"And Daddy."

Gina sighed. We're getting along so well. Don't let the little bitch bait you. "Yes, baby. Your father did call me Regina. But we don't really call each other anything anymore."

"Oh he calls you things. Just not Regina."

They both began to laugh. Rashawne merely rolled his eyes as he continued to eat. White women. Pussies worth their bullshit though. Damn. I'd love to make a sandwich out of them. Damn. 

"Okay," Gina said. "You kids watch TV. Go hang out in the boat. Do whatever. I've got a brief to finish for the case I'm trying, so I'll be in my office. Just holler if you want something, and I'll get us some real food when Alyson and Dana Lee come."

"We'll probably be up in my bedroom," Amy said. 

Gina shrugged. "You're both 18."

Rashawne couldn't stop himself from admiring the way Gina's ass rolled as she walked away to her office. The form fitting black shorts molded perfectly to the round shape of her ass. The prominent gap between her legs. Mother's legs a little thicker but just as toned as the daughter's. Fuck. Her ass is just as good as Amy's is. Perfectly round, just like Amy's. 

"Ouch," he said, faking pain as he held the shoulder Amy had just punched. "What the fuck?"

"What the fuck is right?" Amy said. "What you doing ogling my mom's ass?"

"Fuck," he said. "What am I supposed to do? She has a nice ass."

Amy giggled as she climbed up onto Rashawne's lap and wrapped her legs around his waist and the back of the bar stool upon which he was sitting. She gave him a soft wet kiss and said, "Yeah she does. Just like mine."

"Mmmm," Rashawne said as his lips responded to her kiss and his dick began to respond to the way her ass wriggled as she sat on it. 

Amy giggled. "And she has nice tits too. I got a real good look at them when she took me to Key West to apologize for kicking me out."

"Did you go to a nude beach or something?"

"No. We got a bit tipsy on margaritas, then bought a pair of matching bikinis along the boardwalk. Mom is usually too shy to wear a string bikini in public, but she has no reason to be. She's got a great body. Anyway, when we came out of the shop, we saw a guy recruiting chicks for a bikini contest later on. Mom got all excited and said we should enter it together."

Rashawne grinned wickedly. "Really?"

"But then the recruiter told us it wasn't a bikini contest, but a body-paint bikini contest."  

Rashawne's eyes opened wide. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"I'm telling you now. I was sure mom would chicken out when she heard the news, but she just smiled and said, 'this should be interesting.' They took us into a tent and sat us down opposite each other and a couple of incredibly hot guys with airbrushes told us to take off our tops. Then they painted our tits, matching the yellow and green floral print on our bikini bottoms. That was so much fun. Two strange, sexy guys, painting our naked tits."

"Wow. You went out on stage together?"

"Not quite. While we were waiting our turn, Mom saw a bunch of guys taking photos, so I had to go out there alone. I got fourth place, for what it's worth. The winner was a tawny blonde with triple D's. You can't compete with that!" 

Rashawne cupped Amy's tits and started kneading them in his big, dark hands. "The judges must have been blind. There ain't no better tits than these right here."

Amy giggled. "Mom wasn't a total spoil-sport thought. We walked around for a couple of hours in our body paint bikinis until they started wearing off and a bicycle cop told us to cover up or else he'd have to give us a citation."

"Oh shit, do you have any pictures?"

"Of course I do. We asked the cop to take them for us. He was happy to oblige. As I said, the paint was wearing off. You could almost totally see our nipples."

"I have got to see those snaps!"

Amy shook her head, "Nope. Mom said not to show them to anybody."

"Oh, come on!"

"Sorry. You'll just have to use your imagination." Amy lifted the front of her tee shirt and bikini, and her beautiful breasts fell free. "Just picture these, only bigger."

Rashawne looked at Amy's tits then closed his eyes and said with a grin, "Okay. I'm conjuring up the image of the two of you, lying naked side by side on your bed, with your legs wide open, begging to be the first one I fuck."

"Yeah, right," Amy snickered. "You can have a dream about that, but that's it." Might be fun actually. But, naa. She'd never go for it. Then again. She ain't had cock since Phillip left. Who fucking knows. I bet she's actually a secret freak. 

"Already had that dream."

"Oh, you sick fuck." Amy couldn't help but giggle at his perverted thoughts. as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. Not like I'm not just as sick. 

"Hey," he said after they broke the kiss. "I might be the only boyfriend you ever have that admits to you he wants to fuck your mom, but I guarantee I won't be the only one that thinks about fucking her."

Amy tilted her head to one side and said, "I would ask if you really would fuck her if you got the chance, but I'm pretty sure I already know the answer. Come on. Take me upstairs."

"To your bedroom?"

"Or hers."

"With her in the house?"

"Sure," she said. "If you're going to close your eyes and pretend you're fucking her, we might as well fuck in her bed."

Rashawne shook his head and said, "You are an evil, evil little girl, Amy Gleason."

"Yeah, but I got tight pussy."

Rashawne burst into laughter as he stood without unwrapping Amy from himself and began to carry her up the stairs. "Which room is yours?"

"Don't be such a pussy," Amy said. "Take me to hers."

"Naa," he said as Amy began to suck on his neck. "I want to save that."

Amy released her lips from his neck and said, "Save it for what?"

"For when I actually fuck her."

"OW!" he screamed as Amy sank her teeth into the side of his neck. 

She pulled her teeth from his neck and said, "First room is mine. Hurry the fuck up."

Fortunately, the door was slightly ajar, or Rashawne would have busted through it when he pushed Amy into the door. He kept walking through the door until he reached Amy's bed and immediately dumped her upon it. At that point, they madly ripped and pulled at each other's clothes until her tee shirt and bikini were thrown in three directions and his tee shirt was tossed in the air and caught on the spinning blade of her ceiling fan. As soon as she'd pulled his shorts and boxers down to his ankles, he kicked them off and they were both equally naked atop her bed.

Rashawne gripped her hands and pinned them back over her head as he nudged her thighs open with his knees and pressed his lips to hers as he leaned his weight into her. She bit his bottom lip and gripped it with her teeth until the pain forced him to release her hands. As soon as her hands were free, she was gripping his nine inches of black steel and rubbing the uncut head along the moist lips of her pussy. As the head of his cock parted her lips, she gasped and opened her legs even wider. His cock finished parting her pussy lips and slowly began to sink into her. 

They both gasped and moaned, overpowered by the pleasure sensations that were released as his dick stimulated every nerve fiber in her cunt until he had sunk fully into her, just to the point that the tip of his cock was barely brushing her cervix. At that point, she cried out, "Oh yes, baby. Fuck me good."

Then he slowly eased out of her, even more slowly than he had sunk into her, until only the uncut head of his cock was left inside her. Then he eased back in until his cock was about half way inside and slowly began to thrust back and forth until only an inch or two was left inside her but all but an inch or two would be buried in her. 

Totally absorbed in the fuck, she raised her knees to her shoulders and pointed her heels to the sky as his thrusts became faster and faster and harder and harder. As she moaned and screamed, he began to grunt and gasp until finally he erupted into her just as she screamed, "OH MY FUCKING GOD! I'M FUCKING CUMMING!!"

He kept pumping into her until he'd shot his entire load and still didn't stop until he finally began to feel his erection commence to fade. At that point, he rolled off of her and collapsed at her side gasping for his breathing to return to normal. As soon as he'd rolled off of her, Amy let her feet fall to the mattress and reached for her lighter and pack of Newports that lay on the dresser next to her bed. As she struck flame to the cigarette she'd extracted from its pack, she heard Gina clearing her throat and looked to see her standing inside the doorway holding out her phone. 

Amy sat up with a start and quickly covered Rashawne's lap with a pillow. She saw Gina staring between her open legs and looked down to see Rashawne's thick white goo slowly seeping out of her pussy. She closed her legs and said, "Fuck, Mom. What the fuck are you doing?"

"Don't get pissed at me, Amy. You left the fucking door open, so shut up. Get dressed. Your friends are downstairs." Without giving Amy a chance to comment, she turned to Rashawne and held the phone out again. "Your mother called. Apparently you weren't answering your cell. Seems you were busy."

His eyes grew wide and he said sheepishly, "Did she hear?"

Gina shook her head and said, "No. I had it muted. You better talk to her though. Your grandmother had a heart attack."

CHAPTER TWO

Dana Lee was stretched out on the love seat scanning through TV channels with the remote, unable to find anything. Alyson was standing nearby, spinning her baton so fast and expertly it was nothing but a silvery whirl. But, her eyes weren't on the baton. They were peeking from under the bangs of her long red hair at Dana Lee's slender legs. 

Amy came back inside and watched Rashawne drive off down the tree-lined path before closing the door. Then she sighed and sat on the love seat.

Dana Lee wrapped her arm around Amy's shoulder. "Is Rashawne alright?"

"I doubt it. He's super close to his grandma."

Dana Lee gave her shoulder a squeeze as Alyson put her baton to the side and joined them in a three way hug. "Shit," Amy said as she wiped away tears. "This is no way to start the weekend."

"It'll be alright," Alyson said. "Doctors can do amazing stuff."

"They sure can," Dana Lee said. "We don't even know how serious it is."

"I know," Amy said as she pulled her cigarettes and a lighter from the waistband of her black bikini bottoms. 

Just as Amy was letting out a stream of smoke from her freshly lit cigarette, Gina came back into the house and said, "Oh fuck yeah. Give me one of those."

Amy giggled despite the situation as Alyson and Dana Lee exchanged looks when Amy handed over her pack of Newports and her lighter. "She's been a secret smoker since I was six," Amy said to them in an exaggerated whisper.

"That's not true," Gina said as she looked disdainfully at Amy's Newports. "I've been a secret smoker since I was six."

The girls laughed outright and Gina tossed the Newports back at Amy and said, "Give me a cigarette, Alyson. I can't smoke these awful things."

"Uh. I...I d-don't...s-smoke, Ms. Gleason," Alyson stuttered.

"Shut up," Gina said. "I've been finding cigarette butts out by the pool and the boat after you two have slept over since you girls were in middle school. I didn't tell your mom then. I'm not going to tell her now. So just give me a fucking cigarette."

Dana Lee and Amy both giggled as the busted Alyson blushed, but dug her pack of Marlboro Lights out of her purse and shook one out for Gina to take. As Gina lit her cigarette, Alyson finally shrugged and took one herself before handing the pack to Dana Lee so that all four of them were silently enjoying a smoke together. 

Alyson returned to the sofa and sat next to Gina as Amy and Dana Lee sat together on the loveseat. Gina blew out a stream of smoke and slowly said, "Amy. Amy. Amy."

"Mom. Mom. Mom."

Gina sighed. "We'll talk later."

"About?"

She sighed again, took another long drag on her cigarette, letting the girls see her cheeks hollow, exhaled a long stream of smoke, and said, "If you really want to have the chat now, your choice of or lack of, birth control."

"Oh," Amy said. "That."

"Yeah that," Gina said. "I'm not into being Grandma just yet. I'm only 42."

"That's not so young." Amy smirked. 

"Watch it."

"Don't sweat it, Mom," Amy said. "I just finished my period yesterday."

"Still," Gina said. "Can't you use a condom?"

Amy shrugged, "Rashawne doesn't like them."

"Oh," Gina said. "By all means then. Fuck like rabbits and have a bunch of little brown babies. Because we can't have Rashawne wear a condom if he doesn't like them."

Alyson giggled first, then Dana Lee, with Amy quickly following before Gina burst into laughter herself. "Okay I ought to go back to work. And I know you're just dying to tell you friends about how your silly old mom stumbled in on you having sex."

Amy laughed. "I might. I just might. You know we don't have secrets from each other."

Gina grinned wryly. "The A,B,C girls, isn't that what you call yourselves?" Amy nodded. "That must be nice. Having friends like this. It's been years since I had anyone I could tell my secrets to. You'll find that the older you get, my darling, the more secrets you accumulate. And once you start hiding things from your friends, it's only a matter of time before they're nothing but acquaintances. It's inevitable."

"You're in an awfully sunny mood this morning."

"Sorry. It's this case I'm working on with Alyson's mother. Morgana can be such a..."

"Cunt," Amy said

Hearing her daughter say that word was wickedly thrilling, but Gina covered her blush with a laugh. "I was going to say 'bitch'. She's so puritanical, I doubt she even has a cunt." They laughed together, Alyson harder than any of them. "Sorry, dear. I guess we shouldn't be bad-mouthing your mother in front of you."

Alyson shrugged. "Don't worry about it, Mrs. Gleason. She bad-mouths you and Amy all the time."

Gina smiled in order to hide a sudden flash of fury. "Really."

"She says you're bad influences."

Gina and Amy laughed. "Well, I never thought I'd say this before, but Morgana's right. I am a bad influence, and proud of it." Gina took one more drag, then crushed out her cigarette and stood up. "Well, on that wholesome note, I have to get back to work. What are you girls up to today?"

"We're going down and hanging out in the boat."

"Your bong isn't there anymore," Gina said as she walked to her office. 

"Huh," Amy said. "What bong?"

"Exactly," Gina said before closing her door. "What bong."

As soon as Gina closed the door, Amy dug into her purse and pulled out the clear plastic baggie with half a dozen pre-rolled joints and said to her friends, "Who needs a bong?"

CHAPTER THREE

Gina sat at her desk trying to concentrate, but her mind kept wandering to the sight of Rashawne's half hard cock glistening with a mixture of his semen and Amy's pussy juice. God what a cock. I've never had a cock like that. No wonder the little minx can't get enough and will fuck any way he wants. Hell, I wouldn't make him wear a condom either. And God, am I sick, or was watching his sperm seep out of my daughter's cunt the hottest thing I've ever watched in my whole miserable motherfucking life? Fuck. It's true. I'm fucking sick. I am so fucking sick. If her friends weren't here, I might have fucking stripped down and joined them. Fuck. I'm so fucking horny. I just need to get laid. That's all. It's been so fucking long. I should let that CO that works public reception at the jail take me out and nail me. He's been trying for more than a year. He's an old guy, but he looks virile enough. Got shoulders like a bull. Bet he fucks like one too. Whew. Least I'm not fucking thinking about fucking my daughter's boyfriend while she watches anymore. Whew. 

Gina suddenly realized that her shorts were off and she was rubbing her clit. When did I do that? She slipped the middle finger of her right hand into her slit and began to work it in and out while she rubbed her clit with her thumb. "Ahhh," she moaned aloud. "Oh fuck. I need this."

She formed the index finger, the middle finger and the ring finger of her right hand into a triangle and began to piston them in and out of her pussy. As her pussy became more and more drenched and matted her thick brown bush with her juices, she worked her fingers in and out faster and faster until she gasped, released a controlled moan and then a short scream as her orgasm began. She began to thrust her fingers in and out as fast as she possibly could and rode the wave of the orgasm until she crashed with it into the shore. At the crash, she was sliding from her chair onto the floor and slumping limp at the base of her desk. Oh fuck. I hope they're down at the boat getting high right now instead of lurking behind my office door listening to me cum. 

CHAPTER FOUR

"So," Dana Lee said between coughs as she released the marijuana smoke she held in her lungs and passed the joint she held to Alyson. "Tell us what your mom walked in on."

The three little stoner chicks sat in their bikinis, facing each other in a triangle, on the stateroom bed. Amy watched as Alyson took two hits on the joint and accepted it when Alyson passed it to her. She took a long hit on the joint and held the smoke deep in her lungs. Coughed, took another hit, and coughed again before she released the smoke and handed it back to Dana Lee to take the final hit off the roach. 

As Dana Lee sucked the last drag as deep into her lungs as she possibly could, Amy said, "Take your thong off and I'll tell you."

"What?" Alyson and Dana Lee said together.

"Come on," Amy said. "Y'all know you want to masturbate as bad as I do while I tell you the story. Take off your thong. We'll all masturbate instead of just wishing we were."


It Was the Middle of Summer



Alyson couldn't believe what Amy was doing. She's trying to get us together. She knows how bad I want Dana Lee's pussy and she's trying to make it happen. This might even work. Maybe in a threesome Dana Lee will go for it. Fuck. No she won't. But she might. No. No fucking way. She's totally straight! But... I'd love to see her pussy. Maybe if I take mine off first. No. She has to take hers off first. 

Dana Lee was just as uncertain. What the fuck, Amy? You're such a crazy bitch. You think I won't do it. I know you're bluffing. You think I'm chicken to get naked with you. 

Amy smiled and Alyson gasped as Dana Lee suddenly rolled her yellow thong down her legs and past her feet. Alyson tried not to stare at her secret love's pussy. Failed. Oh my god. Her pussy is so beautiful. So fucking beautiful. Love that neat blonde trim covering that lovely pink slit. 

Even Amy was amazed. Fuck. I didn't think she'd do it. If I didn't love Alyson so much, I'd jump that pussy myself. Nice. Fucking nice. 

Before either Alyson or Amy could remove their thongs, Dana Lee's phone began to play Adele's Set Fire to the Rain. They both quickly removed their bottoms though and excitedly watched. She slowly rolled over onto her knees, unintentionally giving them both a view of her perfectly round ass as she checked her phone to see that the call was from Tanner. She pressed the receive button and said, "Hey, sweetie.....No. I'm at Amy's.....We're down in her mom's boat getting stoned.....Seriously?......No fucking way......Okay. Give me a few minutes.......Yeah. Bye."

Alyson was so transfixed by the contrast of Dana Lee's pale white ass and sun bronzed thighs that she hadn't really noticed the conversation. Amy nudged her with her knee to bring Alyson out of her trance before Dana Lee realized she was being drooled over by her friends. Then Amy said, "What up, chick?" 

Dana Lee grabbed her thong and quickly pulled them up her legs and into place over her ass and pussy and said, "Tanner's parents are going on an overnight on the gambling boat out of Mayport Village."

"Yeah. So what?" Alyson said.

"So," Dana Lee said as she pulled on her white shorts and swung her feet over the side of the bed and slipped them into her flip flops. "We have his house to ourselves."

Becoming frustrated, Alyson whined, "We're spending the night with Amy. I'm leaving for Bible camp Sunday."

Puzzled, Dana Lee looked at her and said, "You act so weird sometimes, sweetie. You'll be back in a week."

"But we were supposed to spend the day together."

"Get a grip, baby," Amy whispered as she dug her fingers into Alyson's thigh.

"Seriously, sweetie," Dana Lee said. "I'll come back after we've fucked a couple of times if it's that big a deal."

Alyson sighed, before she smiled and gave Dana Lee a big hug. "No, sweetie. It's the weed making me goofy. Spend the night with Tanner. We'll all get together when I get back from camp next week."

Dana Lee eyed her skeptically. What is up with this chick? She acts like I'm sneaking off to cheat on her. "You sure? I'll go give him a blow job and come back if you want me to, but I have to at least do that."

Alyson giggled. "Go get laid, silly. I'll see you next week."

CHAPTER FIVE

A minute after Dana Lee left, Alyson took Amy's hand and let her lead her back to the stateroom bed. Neither had bothered to put their thongs back on, leaving their pussies and asses bare for each other's view. Amy leaned her lips to Alyson's ear and said, "Take your top off."

Fuck it. She wants me the same why I want Dana Lee. Why not? Dana Lee's never giving up that boy's cock. So fuck it. Alyson complied with Amy's wish and tossed her bra to the floor with her thong. 

"So nice," Amy said as she cautiously stroked Alyson's nipples and watched the little pink buds grow hard with her touch. "So fucking nice. I love your tits."

"Mmmm," Alyson said as Amy took a nipple in her mouth and softly sucked it even more erect. Yes. Just let her have me. Let it happen. Fuck pining over Dana Lee. She let her fingers find their way into Amy's curly blonde hair so that she could massage her lover's scalp while she switched boobs and sucked the other nipple so that it matched the first in hardness. Her hands slid from Amy's hair down her back to the clasp of her black bikini bra. When she had it unhooked, she tossed it to the floor with hers and let her hands move to Amy's breasts, cupping them and tweaking each nipple until Amy's were just as erect as were hers. 

Amy gasped at Alyson's touch, and she slid up the bed so that their lips could meet. Softly she sucked Alyson's bottom lip as Alyson sucked her top one. The kiss lingered for a moment, then switched so that Amy was sucking Alyson's top lip instead of her bottom and vice versa. Their tongues slow dancing in between switches. Each girl moaned as their fingers simultaneously found the other's pussy and each began to rub the other's clit. Each on the verge of cumming when Alyson's phone began to play I'm a Bitch by Alanis Morissette. 

"Fuck," Alyson said. "Can't she ever just leave me alone?"

Fuck! I had her. I finally fucking had her. Fuck!! Amy rolled away onto her back and said, "You better answer it before she comes over here looking for you." Fuck!

Alyson sighed and picked up the phone clicking the talk button. "Yes, Mommy......No. I'm at Amy's......Was that today?......I thought it was after I came back from camp.....But I'm leaving Sunday.....I want to hang out with Amy today.......Okay. Okay. Okay, Mother.......Don't freaking flip out on me.........Yes. I'm sorry.......No, Mommy. You're right. I'm disrespectful......I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me.......Okay. I'll find Christian when I get to the mall.......Yes. Mommy. I love you too."

Alyson clicked off the phone and threw it across the stateroom. Amy's blue eyes grew wide and she said, "You okay?"

There was fire in Alyson's emerald eyes as she said, "I have to meet Christian Peller at the Avenues Mall. We're....Get this. We're passing out pamphlets declaring homosexuality to be the root of all American evil."

Amy tried not to. She really, really tried. But, she could not resist busting into laughter. Soon, Alyson's glare turned into laughter as well and the naked girls giggled hysterically on Amy's bed. Amy wrapped her hands around Alyson's back and pulled her in for a kiss, but Alyson rolled out of her grasp and started searching for her bikini top, her freckly face blushing bright pink. Amy sighed, then lit a cigarette. After an awkward silence, Alyson tossed Amy's top to her, saying, "Well, bye."

"Bye."

"Oh fuck. I forgot. Dana Lee drove us here. Damn. I can't believe she just took off without taking me home first."

"Well, she had something else on her mind. But don't worry about it, sweetie. I'll drop you off."

CHAPTER SIX

When no one answered the doorbell, Dana Lee let herself into Tanner's house. It wasn't very big, so it was only a few steps down the entryway, through the living room, and into the hallway that connected the three bedrooms. Tanner's door was open and so was his sister Tiffany's, and no one was in either. She heard noise from his parents' bedroom, so she pushed the door open to see Tanner and an extremely muscular boy wrestling on the bed. Each dressed only in a pair of tightie whitie briefs. Weird. She watched them for a moment before clearing her throat. 

They turned to see her, and Tanner said, "About time, Dana Lee. Take off your clothes."

Her mouth fell open. They're both hard. Shit. Jimmy Snyder told me Tanner was totally into cock, but I thought he was just fucking with me. But, look at my freak popping a boner wrestling with a dude. She closed her mouth and composed herself before saying, "Tanner, sweetie. What's going on?"

"We're just fucking around."

"I see that," she said. "But I'm not taking my clothes off."

"Come on. It'll be fun."

She gritted her teeth and pulled a cigarette out of her purse. Before she could light it, Tanner said, "Can you go smoke that outside, baby? Mom will freak out if she smells cigarette smoke."

"Your mom ain't here," Dana Lee said as she flicked her lighter and applied flame to the cigarette. After she blew a stream of smoke in their direction, she said, "You haven't introduced me to your....friend."

"This is my cousin Doug."

"I see," she said as she took another drag on her cigarette. "What's he doing here?"

"I told you he was going to be here when I called."

"No you didn't." Did he? I was so excited about coming to get fucked that I don't even remember for sure.

"Yes," he said as he stepped off the bed. "I did. It's cool though. Doug's 21. He can go buy us beer."

Dana Lee shrugged. A beer would be nice. "Why didn't he already go get us beer?"

"Well," Tanner said as he looked down at her feet. Damn, she's got pretty feet. I love those brown flip flops she wears all the time. 

"Oh," she said. "You don't have money."

He smiled that boyish smile that always won her over. "Right, baby. You know you're the only one with money."

She shook her head and let her cigarette dangle from her lips as she pulled two twenties from her purse and handed them to Tanner. Tanner took the twenties with one hand and her cigarette from her lips with his other hand and gave her a soft, slow kiss. Damn. Why's he have to kiss so fucking good?

He placed the cigarette back between her lips and held it so she could take another drag before he handed Doug the twenties and said, "Get dressed, Doug. Then you can walk down to 7-11 and get us a couple of 12 packs."

"He can take my car if he wants," Dana Lee said.

Tanner shook his head as he held the cigarette to her lips again and let her take another hit. God I love it when she lets me control her like this. "He doesn't drive a stick. Besides it will take longer if he walks."

"Oh," she said. "I see. Take your time, Doug."

Tanner smiled. Bitch will do anything I want. That's how much she loves this cock. "I got to piss, baby," Tanner said as he stepped toward the master bathroom. "Just point him in the right direction."

Point him in the right direction? What is he? His pet pitbull? She looked at Doug and saw a little bit of family resemblance. Both had hair the color of dry sand. Tanner's hung down over his ears and on his collar though while Doug's was a number two buzz cut. She watched as Tanner's cousin deeply concentrated on tying his shoes. He'd somehow gotten one of the strings into a knot and was struggling to loosen it. He'd pulled on a pair of blue denim shorts over his underwear, but was still shirtless. Fuck. He's got muscles popping out all over the place. Reminds me of when Amy dragged me to the gym at five in the morning and we saw Gary Blunt in there working out. Now that boy's got some freaky huge muscles... but hairy as a gorilla and twice as ugly. Still... If he wasn't such an asshole we probably woulda jumped his bones right there.

Doug finally finished tying his shoes and looked up to she Dana Lee staring at him. He blushed and dropped his eyes but she smiled and said, "I'm Dana Lee. I don't think Tanner told you my name."

Pleased that she was talking to him, Doug grinned but kept his eyes down at Dana Lee's pretty feet and said, "I know your name. Tanner showed me your picture. You're so pretty."

Dana Lee listened to the slow, slightly lispy way that Doug spoke and instantly felt attached to him. Oh my god. He's so fucking sweet he's adorable. Fuck though. He seems kind of dumb. Not like Tanner is that bright either, so I guess it's a family thing. Stop it, Dana Lee. That's mean. "Thank you, Doug. That's sweet," she said as she reached and felt the vein running down his bicep before giving it a soft squeeze. "How'd you get so strong, sweetie."

Doug beamed. "I work in Uncle Frank's tire shop. I can lift the tires easier than anyone."

"I bet you can," Dana Lee said as she watched his pecs and abs flex as he pulled his shirt on over his head. Fuck. What a fucking body. "You know where the 7-11 is, right?"

"I know," he said. "I can find it."

"Okay," she said. "Take your time. Tanner and I need to have a private moment. Get Bud Light Lime. That's my favorite."

CHAPTER SEVEN

Amy drove her red Chevrolet Cruze Eco through the outbound gates of Queens Harbor and turned right onto Atlantic Boulevard. Alyson lit a cigarette with the car's lighter and held it out the window as she said, "I wish my mom was like yours."

Amy shrugged and said, "We had our rough patch. Mainly my fault. But it's cool right now. I still feel bad about Phillip though."

"He's the one that fucked you when you were too drunk to say no. Not the other way around."

"I know," Amy said as she maneuvered from one lane to the next so she could pass slower cars. "I just feel bad that she's so lonely."

"She's beautiful and smart, just like her daughter," Alyson said. "She'll find someone when she wants."

"Don't forget rich," Amy said.

Alyson giggled. "No. That shouldn't be forgotten. I don't really think she's that lonely, not since you started living with her again. Maybe just horny."

Amy laughed, "Maybe I should get her laid." I know just the cock for her too. 

Alyson slowly inhaled on her cigarette and blew a stream of smoke out the window before saying, "Maybe you should."

"She was staring hard at Rashawne's dick when she walked in on us," Amy giggled.

Alyson gasped in fake horror and said, "Amy Gleason. You are an evil little bitch."

"But my pussy is sweet."

"That it is," Alyson laughed as she tossed her cigarette butt out the window. "That it is. Fuck. I don't want to do this."

"Fuck it," Amy said. "Don't then. Let's go back to the boat and fuck."

Alyson sighed deeply again. If only you were Dana Lee. "Don't I wish. Don't I fucking wish. But, my mom is not your mom, and she will without doubt cut me the fuck off. Completely. If I don't bow to her every whim."

Amy pulled into Avenue's Mall parking lot, and parked under a tree in sight of the food-court entrance where Christian Peller was supposed to meet Alyson. 

Amy brushed Alyson's long red hair from her forehead and said, "Well, sweetie, you're gonna have to cut those apron strings eventually." 

"It's not the apron strings that worry me. It's the purse strings. I want to go to college."

"Fuck college. Join the Air Force with me."

"Amy," Alyson said. "You talk about that all the time, but you never go see a recruiter. No one believes you're serious."

"I am though."

"How you going to pass a drug test?"

"Well," Amy said. "There is that."

Both girls giggled. Then both girls laughed outright as Amy took that opportunity to pull a joint from her purse and hand it to Alyson to light for them. Alyson took a deep hit on the joint and as she handed it to Amy for her to drag on, she said, "To the fucking Air Force."

Amy giggled as she accepted the joint and before taking her own hit also said, "To the fucking Air Force."

They finished off that joint and Amy asked, "When's Christian supposed to be here?" 

"According to Mom when she was chewing my ass out on the phone," Alyson said. "He's been here waiting for me for an hour. I should text him and let him know I'm here. Damn. I'm not nearly stoned enough for this."

"Then, let's have another, shall we?" Amy took out her last joint and lit it up, took two hits and passed it to Alyson, who took two hits of her own. Puff puff pass, puff puff pass, until it was finished. When Amy took the last hit, she dropped it out the window so it could burn out harmlessly on the pavement next to her car. Only then did Alyson text Christian to meet her by the food-court entrance.

Amy giggled. "Good thing everyone knows you're never on time for anything."

Alyson giggled too. "He should be coming out to meet me any minute."

"You know this guy well?" Amy asked.

Alyson shrugged. "From the youth group at church, and we go to camp together every year. That's the only time we ever hang out though."

"He's cute."

"You know him?"

"Yeah," Amy said. "I've seen him around at school, plus I used to go to swim meets to watch Deandre's little sister swim."

"Yeah Christian's still on the team. I think."

"You should fuck him."

"AMY! My god."

"Come on, baby. It might be just what you need."

"Not my type."

"I know. He's got a dick."

Alyson smiled. "True story."

"Dick is fun, sweetie. Dick feels goooood."

"Not interested."

"Just pussy, huh? More accurately. Just Dana Lee's pussy?"

"Well," Alyson said. "I have had your sweet pussy."

Amy giggled. "I thought you said you didn't remember it that well."

Alyson blushed. "I do... I just don't remember it as well as I'd like."

"Well... I'll be happy to refresh your memory any time, sweetie."

Alyson smiled, but turned suddenly serious, "She's never gonna love me like that, is she?"

"Well, sweetie, I don't know. I've never met a girl as crazy for cock as Dana Lee. But why don't you just make a move?"

"I can't! What if she freaked out? She's my best friend... I mean, besides you."

"No, that's okay, I know you guys are besties. Fuck, she had herself put back in eighth grade so you'd be in the same grade!"

"She did it for you too."

"No. It was for you. She loves you. I mean, really. She really loves you."

"But not that way."

"No. Probably not. But I could feel her out for you..."

Alyson's emerald eyes flashed. "No! Don't! You swore you wouldn't tell her! If she freaks out she'll tell everybody, and then my mother will find out! If I don't get the trust fund that Daddy left me, I'll never be free. But if I get disinherited before I'm 22, I'm fucked!" 

"Sweetie," Amy said. "I'll never tell a soul. You know I'll never tell a soul, but."

"But what?" Alyson said.

"People are smart, and you're beautiful."

"Yeah."

"I mean you are drop dead gorgeous beautiful."

Alyson blushed again. "No I'm not."

Amy rolled her eyes. "Whose mom has pictures of her red headed baby girl winning beauty pageants hanging in every room in their house?"

"I haven't done that since I was 15," Alyson said.

"Still. You did them, and you won just about all of them. You, my love, are drop dead fucking gorgeous."

"So what is your fucking point, Amy?"

"You don't have a boyfriend. You've never had a boyfriend. You've never even gone on a date that wasn't a group thing."

"I don't like boys."

"Exactly!" Amy said. "And people aren't stupid. Why does a girl that could have any boy in the school only hang out with Dana Lee and Amy?"

"Because she loves them." Pause. Realization. Then a soft whisper. "Oh."

"Now you get it, beauty queen?"

"Yes."

"So, why not make Christian your boyfriend?"

Alyson stared at Amy open-mouthed for several seconds. "Wow. That would make my mother so fucking happy."

"And I bet Christian would jump at the chance of dating the high school beauty queen."

"He probably would." Then Alyson smiled, having a sudden wicked thought. "And I bet he'd jump at the chance of fucking me too!"

Amy laughed. "Oh, shit yeah! I know you're just joking, but you should do it! You should totally do it! Hey, the Emerson Inn is just down the road. Dump the pamphlets you're supposed to pass out, and go give Christian your cherry!"

Alyson's heart started pounding in her chest at the terrifying, exciting thought. "Fuck. Really?"

"Hey, how come you're so certain you hate cock, when you've never even seen one?"

"Yeah I guess you're right. Fuck. If I wasn't lesbian, my life would be so much easier."

Amy was positively giddy at the thought of Alyson actually going through with it. "You should fuck him and find out once and for all! And another good thing, he'll tell everyone you fucked. Boys always tell."




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"That's a good thing?"

"Well, it would certainly stop the rumors."

Alyson was horrified. "Oh my God. There are rumors?"

"Not yet, but it's only a matter of time."

"Fuck. Really?"

"Relax," Amy said. "Just go to the Emerson Inn and let him fuck you. You don't have to like it. Just let him do it. And hey, you might even like it!"

"No, no. This is too crazy," Alyson said. "Mom will see the charge on my credit card and go bat shit."

"Let him pay."

"I doubt he has enough money to pay. His family is poor."

Amy pulled her card out of her purse and handed it to Alyson. "Use mine."

"Amy," Alyson said. "I can't let you do this."

"Sure you can. Just go fuck him and have fun," she said. Then she looked and saw him standing at the food court door looking around for them. "There he is, sweetie. Fuck him good. He really is cute."

Alyson leaned over and gave Amy a soft kiss on the lips. The kiss lingered for a moment, and their tongues briefly met. Before it went further though, Amy pushed her away and said, "We better stop, or I'll be taking you down to the Emerson Inn myself."

"Oh god let's go," Alyson said as she leaned in for another kiss. 

"No," Amy said firmly. "Stick with the plan. Dump the pamphlets and let cutie boy fuck you. You're probably going to bleed some when he pops your cherry, so be sure you've got all your clothes off before he fucks you."

"You're right," Alyson sighed. "What are you going to do?"

"I'll probably go see Katie and hang out with her until Rashawne calls me back to tell me how his grandma is doing."

Alyson squinted at Amy before she opened her door and said, "Amy. You don't need that shit."

Amy smiled, kissed the tip of her index finger, and then placed it on Alyson's lips. "Shhh. I hang out with Katie all the time. Not just when I want blow."

"So you're not going to go snort cocaine with her?"

"Of course I am," Amy giggled. "But it's still not the only reason I hang out with her." 

"I have a better idea. Why don't you go hang out with your mom? It's a beautiful day. Take her to a spa or something. Besides, I need you to pick me up when I'm done." And, I'd rather you weren't driving around coked off your ass.

"Hey, who appointed you to be my conscience? But I guess you're right. Call me when you're through, but don't rush it. Take your time. Enjoy yourself." She giggled, "And try to enjoy Christian's cock."

Alyson laughed, but grew serious when she saw Christian standing at the food-court entrance. He was looking around for her. She felt a little rush of dread. Well, this is it, I guess. Shit. I wish things were different, then I wouldn't have to do this. I wish I had a cool mom. I wish I had good enough grades for a college scholarship. I wish I wasn't a dyke. I wish Dana Lee liked pussy. Oh, Dana Lee. 

Just thinking Dana Lee's name made Alyson's heart twist in a knot. Dana Lee. Dana Lee. Where are you right now? What are you doing? Oh, fuck. Don't tell me. I can guess.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Dana Lee and Tanner lay naked together on his parents' bed. His legs were open and his hands were clasped behind his head with his eyes closed as Dana Lee lay between his legs swallowing his cock whole. He moaned as she worked her lips down the entire length. Slowly moving down until her lips were around the very base and the head of his cock stroked the back of her throat with her tongue softly massaging the underside. Then she very slowly slid her soft lips up his cock until they were wrapped around just the head. Sucked briefly on the head and even more slowly eased her luscious lips down to the base. God. She gives the best fucking head in the world.

She sucked his dick like that for two, maybe three minutes, before he unclasped his hands from behind his head, opened his eyes, and firmly gripped clumps of her silky blonde hair in each hand. She sucked harder as he forcefully moved her head up and down on his cock and in time with the forced movements of her head, he thrust his hips up to fuck her face. The rougher he became with her, the harder she sucked him until in seconds he was blasting stream after stream of cum into her mouth. Much more practiced now than she was the first few times, she swallowed and gulped his cum and continued to suck until there was not a single drop left oozing from the tip of his cock. 

CHAPTER NINE

Gina finished her sandwich and carried her Heineken into her office so she could go back to work. She sat at her desk and contemplated taking her shorts off and masturbating again. She even considered opening Literotica.com and reading a story instead of finishing the brief she was writing. Instead, she rummaged through the top center drawer of her desk until she found a pack of Marlboro Light 100s and lit the last cigarette from the pack. 

As soon as she sucked the smoke into her lungs, she felt tension leaving her body. Last cigarette and I'm done. Not buying another pack. She chuckled at her own lie and took another long, slow drag on the cigarette. As she blew a stream of smoke to the ceiling, her phone began to chant Amy's ring tone. God, Amy. Don't be in trouble. 

She picked up the phone with her hand that wasn't holding her cigarette and held it to her ear as she hit the green transmit button. "Hey, baby. What's up?"

"Nothing, mom. I just dropped Alyson off at the mall. Thought I'd call and see if you wanted to go get waxed with me. Maybe get a massage like we did down in Key West. That was fun."

Gina smiled. "It was fun, baby. I've got a lot of work to do though. Maybe we can go tomorrow or one day next week."

"Okay," Amy said. "Mom?"

"Yeah, baby."

"Are we good?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sorry about leaving the door open when I was in bed with Rashawne."

"Amy," Gina said. "I told you when you moved back in that you could have boys stay over if you wanted. You're 18." Little bitch left the door open on purpose just to tease me.

"So having a boy up there really doesn't bother you?"

"No, Amy. It's cool."

Amy chuckled. "You did seem to enjoy having your look at Rashawne's cock."

"Amy," Gina said.

"Well," Amy said. "It is a nice cock."

Gina smiled. "Yes, Amy. Your boyfriend has a nice cock." I'd love to give it a ride.

"I knew you liked it," Amy said. Oh yeah. She wants to give it a ride. 

CHAPTER TEN

Christian Peller followed Alyson into Forever 21. This was the fourth clothing store they'd visited since meeting up at the food court. He liked Alyson, and thought she was actually a much nicer person than she portrayed herself to be when they were at school. At church and at youth group functions, they always hung out together. She was different today though. She seemed tense. Nervous even. She had bought him lunch though as soon as they met up. That was sweet of her. He never got to eat at Chick-Fil-A. Sometimes the dollar menu at McDonald's, but never Chick-Fil-A. She didn't rub it in his face the way the other kids did, but she knew he didn't have any money. Being a preacher's kid certainly wasn't easy. 

As Alyson looked through the racks, she cast sideways glances at Christian, who was dressed in an ill-fitting polyester suit and tie church outfit his mother must have bought at a thrift shop. No fashion sense at all, but he really is cute. For a dude anyway. Not any taller than I am, but so sweet. Not all macho and full of testosterone like the guys Amy always dates. He's kind of like a shorter version of Tanner. Way smarter than Tanner though. Tanner is dumb as a box of rocks. Dana Lee even said he was. But Christian's probably going to be our valedictorian. 

She batted her eyes at him, but he just looked back at her with a shy, helpful smile. I gotta say, for a smart guy, he's pretty slow on the uptake. He doesn't seem to realize that I'm flirting with him. Either that, or I'm doing it all wrong. She smiled at him again, trying to make her green eyes burn with lust.

Man, she's got a pretty smile. She looks good today too. She always looks good in those designer clothes. Like a picture from a fashion magazine. A pair of red running shorts thrown on over her bikini panties. A green bikini bra with a white button down shirt left completely unbuttoned over it giving everyone view of her bare midriff and superb cleavage . A pair of red Vans on her feet and an 18 karat gold necklace and cross hanging around her exquisite neck right between her perfect breasts. Maybe I should take Mom's advice and ask her out on a date. Mom loves Alyson. Loves her green eyes and flaming red hair. And that perfect porcelain white skin with just the right amount of freckles to give her that wholesome look. And she's a twirler. You can't get more wholesome than that. But I don't think Mom would love seeing Alyson's eyes right now. Not as red as they are. Just as red as her hair. I didn't know Alyson was a stoner, but she's high as a kite and reeks of pot. Well, I don't mind. We're all sinners. I should know that better than anyone. 

Alyson rummaged through a bin of loose clothes, then chirped happily and held up a pair of pink stretch shorts with the word Juicy across the ass. "Perfect," she said and laid them across her arm. Then she rummaged through the bin until she found two more identical pair in Amy and Dana Lee's sizes.   

"Why three pairs of the same thing?" he asked.

She smiled. "A pair for me and a pair for Amy and Dana Lee. I bet you'd love to see me in these, wouldn't you?" Christian shrugged. Damn, this boy is as thick as a brick! I guess I'm being too subtle. Alyson handed him her baton, which she carried with her everywhere, and said, "I ought to try this on before I buy it." But instead of going into the dressing room, she pulled her running shorts down and turned her back to him so he could take a nice long look at her ass in the green bikini bottoms as she stepped into the smallest of the three pairs, which she knew was way too small for her. She pulled them up slowly, then turned, saying, "What do you think? Is it the right size?"

Christian blushed at the sight of the tight pink shorts digging deeply into Alyson's crotch, forming a well-defined camel toe. "Uh. I don't know. Those might be too small." 

"Really?" Alyson looked down at her crotch, and pulled the shorts in tighter, making the camel-toe deeper, and held it that way so he could have an eyeful. "They look good to me."

What is she doing? They're obviously too tight. Is she teasing me or something? Oh no. Maybe she knows my secret! No, how could she? She's just high. "Why don't you try on a larger pair?"

Alyson giggled, "Okay." She turned her back to him and pulled down the shorts, but this time she 'accidentally' lowered her bikini bottoms about six inches, giving him a nice view of her bare ass as she stepped into the larger pair. But Christian didn't see any of it. He'd turned his back to her, moving to block the view of her bottom from a couple of guys shopping nearby. 

Alyson said, "Yeah, you're right, these fit better."

Christian turned and watched her do another 360. Thank God the camel toe is gone! Hallelujah. Then he cleared his throat. "Looks good. Are you about done?"

 

Alyson smiled at him again. She touched his cheek and said, "You must be bored following me around. Let me pay for these and we'll go to whatever store you want."

A light suddenly went off in Christian's head. That's what it is! She's flirting with me! She's never flirted with me before. At church, she acts like we're BFFs, and at school she ignores me; but she's absolutely never flirted with me. My mom would be in heaven if she knew Alyson liked me. I can't ask her out though. That would be just too fake.

"It's not that," he said. "We. We just. Well."

"Spit it out, sweetie," she said. "I don't bite. Not outright anyway. I might just nibble a little bit."

He blushed and blurted out, "We've got to hand out these pamphlets."

She looked at the stack of pamphlets he still held in his hand and had been carrying with him since she'd left Amy's car and hooked up with him outside the food court. She sighed. Amy was right. She needed to do this, and if she was going to do it, she might as well at least do it with one of the few boys she'd ever liked. She brushed his wavy blonde hair off his forehead. Damn. He actually reminds me of Amy a little a bit. Short, curly blonde hair, and a tight body. This might not be so bad. Fuck it. "Christian," she said. "Do you really believe in these pamphlets?"

"Huh?"

"Come on," Alyson said. "We've known each other for years. We aren't really friends per se, but we still know each other pretty well. I've never once heard you say a negative thing about gays."

Christian blushed. She knows. But how can she know? I've never told anyone that I'm attracted to guys or that I think I'm gay. How can she know? He cleared his throat. "What do you mean?"

"Come on, Christian," she said. "You're not this shallow. Jesus loves everyone. Gays aren't evil, and Jesus loves them just like he loves everyone else."

He didn't know what to say. "But, it's a sin."

"Getting super pissed when someone cuts you off on the freeway is a sin, but we still all do it. God forgives."

"Yes," Christian said. Maybe she doesn't know. Maybe she's just way deeper than I thought. "God does forgive."

Alyson's smile grew. "Yes he does. Now dump those pamphlets in the trash. I'll pay for these and then we'll go find you a new pair of shorts. It's too fucking hot for those jeans."

Christian hesitated before throwing the pamphlets in the trash and said, "I don't have any money."

Alyson took the pamphlets from him, tossed them into the trash can, held up her pocketbook and said, "I do, sweetie. Let's shop."

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Still naked. Still laying on Tanner's parents bed. This time perpendicular to each other, and Dana Lee was again sucking his cock. This time just to get him hard again. It didn't take long. She kept sucking though, simply because she liked it. She flat out liked sucking cock. It didn't have to be Tanner's cock either. She liked sucking Jimmy Snyder's cock just as much. A few days ago, when she was out in her driveway playing basketball, she'd seen Mr. Spenser from across the street mowing his grass without a shirt on, and she started wondering what his cock would taste like. She giggled between sucks. I bet he fucks good. He's got the hottest body for an old guy. Must be somewhere in his 50s but he's nice and lean still.

Tanner pushed her head back down onto his cock. She started sucking again but her mind still wandered. What the fuck is up with Alyson? She's been so weirded out ever since I started fucking Tanner. I wish we'd never made that damned virginity pact. Sure, I thought it was cool being all 'pure' and shit at the time, but I was just a kid! I had no idea how awesome it is to get fucked... and Tanner fucks me so good... I guess Alyson's a lot more religious I thought, but that's her business. I don't like keeping secrets from her, but I hate being judged even more! Good thing I listened to Amy and didn't tell her that I've been fucking Jimmy too. That would really freak her out. She giggled again as she released Tanner's cock and then she let him pull her up so that he could kiss her. She threw her left leg over him as they kissed and straddled his stomach, leaning forward, moaning as his hands cupped her ass, then slid around and gripped her hips and lifted her up and held her so that he was easing her pussy over his cock. 

The tip of his cock touched the lips of her pussy. He waited to see if she was going to tell him to get a condom. When she merely moaned and didn't say anything, he raised his butt up and thrust his bare cock into her pussy. At penetration, she threw back her head and gasped. While his hips were still off the bed, she slid her feet back, hooked them under his thighs, and slowly began to rock back and forth grinding her pussy on his cock. 

"Oh god, Dana Lee," Tanner moaned. "Yes."

She had one hand on either side of his shoulders holding herself up as if at the top of a push-up and just grinded and grinded and grinded on his cock until her moans turned into screams and she began to cum, "YESSS!!!! OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK YESSS!"

Just seconds following her scream, Tanner grunted and shot his load into her pussy. She continued to hump until he fell out of her. Then he immediately rolled her onto her back and pressed his face into her pussy and started licking.

As Tanner's tongue touched her slit and dipped into her, Dana Lee arched her back and pressed her pussy up into his face as she whimpered, "Oh yes, baby. Suck my pussy. Yes. Do it for me, baby. Eat the cum out of me." Oh fuck yeah. He's never done this before. I might end up keeping him around after all. 

She ran her fingers through Tanner's sandy hair and moaned as she loved the feel of his tongue and lips on her pussy. After a moment, she opened her eyes and gasped when she saw Doug standing in the doorway stripped out of his clothes and holding his cock. Stroking as if he wanted to pull it completely free from his body. Scooting away and grasping for the sheet to cover herself with, she rapped Tanner on top of his head with her knuckle and said, "Dude. Your fucking cousin is here."

Tanner ignored her and tried to keep lapping at her pussy, but she scooted further away and said, "Dude. Tell him to leave. He's fucking creepy."

Tanner kissed the inside of her thigh as he belly crawled back toward her pussy and said, "He's alright. He's just a little slow and a bit socially awkward."

"Slow," she hissed. "Socially awkward? The motherfucker is standing there in the nude watching us fuck and stroking his cock."

She'd scooted back completely until she was to the headboard and could go no further, but she pushed Tanner away from her when he tried to go back to licking her pussy. He looked up at her and made eye contact. "It's alright, baby. He won't do anything unless I tell him to do it. Don't be scared. He's fucking harmless. Just wants to watch."

Then he lowered his face back into to Dana Lee's pussy. She closed her eyes. She moaned. Damn. Why does that have to feel so good? She let the sheet she'd covered her tits with fall away and offered no resistance when Tanner gripped her thighs and pulled her flat onto the bed. Fuck. He's already hard again. That's fucking cool. As Tanner opened her legs, she lifted her knees and gasped as he entered her with one stroke. As he begin to pump in and out of her, she let her eyes drift to where Doug stood watching them and let him see her sweet smile as she watched him stroke his cock. 

Tanner kept pumping. They both knew from past experience that once the first two cums were out of the way, he could really fuck her good the third time. He saw Dana Lee smile at Doug. Fuck yeah. I knew the slut would warm up to it. He leaned his lips to her ear and whispered, "Invite him over."

Dana Lee moaned. Damn his cock feels so good. Wait. What did he say? "Huh," she gasped. "What....did....you.....say?"

"Invite him over to us," Tanner whispered before licking her ear. Bitch loves having her ear licked. Drives her fucking wild. "Suck his dick for him. He's never fucked a girl before."

Dana Lee panted. Dana Lee gasped. Dana Lee moaned. Dana Lee had a little mini orgasm. Not a full blown bust the windows out with her screams orgasm. Just a tiny aftershock one from her previous earthquake. One that would predict and precede the coming quaking of the earth. He wants me to suck his cousin's dick. God I love my freak. She made deliberate eye contact with Doug and gave him her sweetest smile before she pointed her finger at him and crooked it toward the bed. 




It Was the Middle of Summer



Doug was confused. Tanner told him before hand he could watch, but that Dana Lee would probably get mad if he didn't keep his distance. Now she was telling him to come. Was she telling him to come?

Tanner slowed down pumping in and out of her so Dana Lee could compose and steady her voice. "Come on, Doug," she said. "Get in bed with us."

Tanner kept pumping as he turned his head to Doug and said, "It's cool, bro. She wants it."

Doug excitedly rushed to the bed and crawled on his knees until he was right next to Dana Lee's face, all while never stopping his stroking of his cock. Dana Lee reached out her hand and pushed his hands off his cock so she could grip it herself. Then she slowly began to stroke it with her left hand. Her hand matching the slow rhythm of Tanner's cock pumping in and out of her pussy. It's not any longer than Tanner's. Six inches maybe, but it's so fucking thick. I can't even wrap my fingers all the way around it. She giggled. It's just as thick as my brother David's. 

Then she gripped his cock and pulled it to her. As soon as she wrapped her lips around the head of Doug's cock, he groaned and immediately shot off into her mouth. The first stream slid down her tongue and hit her in the back of the throat. She swallowed and Doug kept cumming as she worked more of his cock into her mouth and sucked the head of his cock as voraciously as a hungry new born baby having her first nipple. Multiple streams of cum shot down her throat faster than she could swallow, and thick gobs of cum began to overflow out of her mouth and drip down her chin as she tried to suck his dick completely free of cum. When finally, he stopped shooting, there was as much dripping down her chin and onto her tits as there was in her stomach.

To her amazement, Doug leaned forward and began to lick her chin clean. As soon as her chin was clean, he put his face between her and Tanners torsos and sucked up all of his cum that had fallen onto her nipples. She'd closed her eyes when she felt Doug sucking her nipples and enjoyed the sensation. As soon as he stopped, she opened her eyes again and saw Doug sucking one of Tanner's nipples. As Doug sucked Tanner's nipple, Tanner began to thrust harder and harder. She wrapped her long slender legs around his lower back and locked her ankles together. The earthquake was cumming. Cumming. Cumming. "AHHHH," she screamed. "I'M CUMMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!"

As Dana Lee screamed her arrival to the entire block, Tanner grunted and again filled her pussy with his seed. He kept pumping into her until her body went limp and his dick went limp and fell out of her. He rolled off of her exhausted and just managed to be able to say, "Clean us up, Doug."

Upon Tanner's command, Doug took his cock into his mouth and greedily began to suck it clean of the mixture of Tanner and Dana Lee's cum. By the time Doug had thoroughly sucked him clean, Tanner's cock was over half hard again. Tanner had to finally push him away and say, "Clean Dana Lee up now."

Doug immediately began to lick and lap up the cum that had dripped out of Dana Lee's inner pussy chamber and down onto her thighs. He licked her thighs clean first and then lifted her legs and began to lick up the sperm that had dripped down onto and around her asshole. Dana Lee gasped as Doug's tongue entered her asshole and he rimmed her until it was clean and pristine. Once everything else was clean, Doug began to lap away at her pussy lips, causing Dana Lee to gasp again. By the time he finally finished, Dana Lee had had two more mini aftershock orgasms. 

Then she looked over to see Tanner's cock standing completely erect again. Doug took her look as if it were a command and returned his attention to Tanner's cock. Dana Lee looked on amazed as she watched Doug easily swallow Tanner's six inches and effortlessly suck his cousin like he'd done it a hundred times. Then it hit her. Of course. He probably has done it a hundred times. You go, dude. Suck my freak's cock. 

As Doug's cheeks began to hollow, the power of his sucking seemed to lift Tanner's hips from the mattress and Tanner was groaning and tilting his head back as his entire body went tense and momentarily rigid and then limp. Dana knew that he had cum but Doug sucked him completely clean and never missed a drop. 

When Tanner's dick fell limp from his mouth, Doug looked at Dana Lee with complete uninhibited lust and desire. She saw that his dick was hard enough to drive nails with, so she opened her legs, brought her knees up and planted her heels into the mattress near her ass. He crawled between her legs. She'd never seen such hunger in a boy's eyes. When he was between her legs, but had not yet lined his cock up with her pussy, she put her hands on his shoulders and felt the power in his body. Still, he yielded to pressure from her hands and listened as she said, "You can fuck me. But pull out before you cum. If I end up pregnant today, I want to know for sure that it's Tanner's baby."

"Go on, Doug," Tanner said. "Go get it. Find out what pussy feels like."

Like the happy approval seeking dog that he was, Doug nodded his head and let her take his cock and guide it to her pussy. She placed the head against her slit and groaned as he roughly pushed it inside and after three hard thrusts, his whole body went tight and she knew he was cumming. Using the quickness that had served her well on the volleyball court, she deftly pushed against his shoulders with all her might until she was sitting upright against the bed's headboard and was feeling his warm semen spray against her rigid abs.

As soon as he finished cumming, Doug hung his head and said, "I'm sorry."

She hugged him and kissed the top of his head and said, "It'll be better next time.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Amy saw the 'closed' sign on the door of the Lemon Bar. What the fuck? Katie said to meet her here. She tried the door and found it open, so she walked inside. 

A pretty girl with light brown hair streaked golden blonde by the summer sun and a summer tan to match put down the glass she was cleaning and walked to the end of the bar and said, "We're closed for inventory. We're opening up again tonight at seven pm."

"Inventory? In the middle of summer? This place is usually packed by now."

"Actually the owner had a little liquor license problem. She's down at city hall sorting it out. As good a time to inventory as any, I guess."

"Well, Katie told me to meet her here. Is she around?"

"Barbara forgot to leave the keys, so Katie ran back home to get her copy. Can't do inventory if you can't get into the storeroom."

Amy smiled as she tapped a Newport out of the pack and said, "Yeah? I could pick the lock for you."

The perky bartender flashed Amy a smile but shook her head and said, "You know you're not supposed to smoke in here."

Amy put the cigarette between her lips unlit, looked around, and waved her right hand in a circle. "You see anyone that's going to tell?"

The girl smiled again as she flicked on her lighter and held the flame up for Amy's cigarette. Amy leaned the tip of her cigarette into the flame and sucked in a lungful of smoke. She blew a stream of smoke past the girl and as she pushed the pack in her direction said, "Thanks. Want one?"

"Nope," the bartender said as she pulled her purse from beneath the bar and removed her pack of Marlboro Lights. "I'd rather smoke dried buffalo shit than one of those Newports."

Amy giggled and said, "You sound like my Mom."

"How is Gina? I haven't seen her in a while," the girl said as she let Amy light her Marlboro for her.

Do I know her? She does look familiar. "How do you know, Mom?"

"You don't recognize me?"

Amy took a drag on her cigarette as she looked the girl over before she finally shook her head as she released another stream of smoke.

"I'm Nikki."

"Nikki?"

"One of Dr. Macon's dental assistants."

"Oh. Shit," Amy said. "I guess it's been awhile. I don't think you ever worked on my teeth though."

"No," Nikki said. "You always go to Jackie. She's the hygienist."

"What are you doing here?" Amy said.

"Just picking up some extra money. Plus it's fun working here. Usually. Counting crates isn't my idea of fun though."

"So," Amy said. "Is the bar closed? Can I get a Bud Light Lime?"

"Let me see your I.D." Nikki examined it for a second, then popped the top off a bottle and handed it to Amy. She watched the pretty girl take a swig, then said "Nice fake. But if you're 23, I'm a republican."

"You going to tell?"

Nikki answered by opening another beer for herself, then clinking bottles with her. Cool fucking chick. Amy smiled. 

Nikki took a swig and said, "How do you know Katie?"

Amy crushed out her cigarette and used the tip of Nikki's to light another one before she said, "I started coming in here after I got my I. D. Katie actually thought I was 23 for the longest time."

Nikki laughed. "I doubt it. Katie ain't that easy to fool."

Amy laughed too and said, "Well, she either thought I was 23 or didn't care because she always let me have my drinks. We got to be pretty good friends though. She finally figured out something was up when she noticed that every time her sister came here to drink I'd always leave because I didn't want to get busted."

"Why? Lindsey's cool."

"She's my English teacher. She's awesome actually. I have this learning disability that fucks me up when I try to read and she figured it out. I turned into a halfway decent student after that, but I ended up doing eighth grade twice. I didn't want her to see me and bust me."

Nikki laughed, "Lindsey? Bust you? She probably would have bought you a drink."

"No way," Amy said. "All you have to do is look at that face. Mrs. Foster is a fucking angel. She's my angel anyway. I wouldn't even know how to read if it wasn't for her."

"Alright," Nikki said. I won't burst the girl's bubble and tell her what a freak Lindsey used to be. "If you say so."

Amy took a sip of her beer before continuing. "I had some trouble with Mom a while back. We're good now though. But we used to fight all the time. I usually just crashed out on our boat when the fights got too intense, but sometimes I'd crash with the woman I work with. Well used to work with. She got fired last month, but that's another story."

"You got lot's of stories, don't you?"

Amy took another drink. A longer one this time. "I guess. It took me a while to get over Daddy leaving. I guess I blamed Mom, but that wasn't her fault either. Well, it was some her fault, but Daddy was as much to blame as her. I just didn't see it."

"Usually is."

"Yeah," Amy said. "Usually is. So, I'd sleep on the boat a lot, and I'd crash with Joann a lot, but her son wouldn't stop hitting on me and I wasn't into him, and it just got too weird to crash there anymore. So, the next time I got in a fight with Mom, I came here to get good and drunk. Katie wouldn't let me drive home and took me home with her. After that, she'd let me crash at her place whenever I wanted." I only slept on her sofa that first time though. After that, I was Katie Jimenez' play toy. Gave me my first line of cocaine and taught me how to eat pussy the same night. Been coking and fucking ever since. 

Nikki dropped her cigarette down into her empty bottle. I'm about ten seconds away from taking this little girl back into the storeroom. Too fucking bad I don't have the key. 

"Hey. What you two up to?"

Nikki and Amy both turned to watch Katie walk into the bar. She was positively radiant. Flowing brunette hair. Naturally tanned, olive skin that was blemish free. C cup breasts swinging freely in a pink halter top. Erect nipples proudly on display to the world. Blue Daisy Dukes cut so short the pockets fell below the trim. Lovely brown feet in a pair of black flip flops. Pink nail polish for her fingers and toes that matched her halter top. And silver hoop ear rings with a red stud in her navel. Stunning. Absolutely stunning. 

Amy smiled at her friend, her lover, her cocaine mentor, and her confidant. Then she said, "Just waiting for you."

"Uh huh," Katie said as she slid the keys down the bar to Nikki. "I see that look in your eyes, Nikki."

Nikki batted her eyelashes and said, "Moi?"

Amy giggled and said, "What are y'all talking about?"

Katie shook her head and playfully teased, "If the storeroom wasn't locked up tighter than Fort Knox, you'd be laid out on a few boxes of whiskey and adorable Nikki would be sucking the fuck out of your sweet little pussy."

Nikki blushed and Amy said, "Well. You've got the keys now, Nikki."

Katie made a sound imitating a game show buzzer and said, "Nope. You're coming with me. The office is a lot more comfortable."

"Yeah," Nikki said. "It's got a sofa."

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Christian followed Alyson through the food court exit carrying bags from Forever 21, The Gap, Old Navy and Victoria's Secret. One of the bags was stuffed with his suit and tie, because he was wearing the brand new outfit Alyson had bought for him: Khaki shorts, sneakers, socks and a gray tee-shirt from The Gap. He knew his Dad would be pissed at him for accepting charity, but it felt wonderful having actual brand-name clothes against his skin. They made him feel sexy. If not for Alyson seeing, he might even have flirted with that cute sales guy who'd picked the tee-shirt out for him. 

Alyson sat down on a bench and Christian put the bags down next to her before sitting down on the far side. He watched with surprise as she lit a cigarette. 

"I didn't know you smoked."

Alyson grinned. "I know, I know. Bad habit. But I only smoke during the summer. I need to start training soon, so I've been trying to wean myself from them. I'm sorta hooked. Well, we all have our weaknesses, don't we?" 

Oh god. Is that some kind of sly hint that she knows I'm gay? If she knows, why doesn't she just come out and say something, instead of torturing me like this? 

Alyson looked at Christian sitting in fear on the other side of the bench. Why didn't he sit next to me? I've been throwing myself at him all afternoon. Telling him how cute he is. How smart he is. Buying panties and a bottle of lube at Victoria's Secret. Rubbing my tits on his arm. Fuck. I even flashed him my ass. I've done everything but say, 'let's go fuck.' Huh. Maybe that's what I should do. Just fucking spell it out for him. Take his hand. Look him in the eye. And say, 'let's go fuck.' Easy peasy. 

"Christian, honey, you're so far away." She started putting the bags on the ground to make room for him. Amy's right. He's cute and I need to do this. I'm starting to want to do this. Fuck. I bet I'm not even a dyke. I bet I've just been confused. Yeah. I want this cute boy's cock deep, deep inside me. " Scooch over here. We need to talk, and I don't want anyone passing by to hear."

Oh god. This is it. She knows I'm gay. One of the guys on the swim team must have seen me meat gazing and told her about it. She's going to tell everyone at church. I know it. Daddy will be ruined. How's he going to preach with a fag for a son? Mom will be so sad. She's never going to stop crying. 

Despite his fear, he tentatively slid sideways on the bench until he was next to her. "Please, Alyson. I'll do anything you want."

That's puzzling. She took another drag on her cigarette before saying, "What do you mean by that?"

"Please, Alyson. Just tell me what you want from me."

Just spell it out for him. He's either too scared or too socially inept to see you're throwing yourself at him. He might even be a virgin too. Alyson took one last puff before snuffing her cigarette underfoot. "Christian," she said. "Let's go fuck."

His mouth fell open, and he almost fell off the bench. "What?"

"I'm horny," She said. True enough. My pussy is still wet from when Amy and I were making out naked on her boat. "I'm between boyfriends, and I want to fuck. Let's go fuck. I really can't make it any simpler for you than that."

Christian was almost quaking with fear. What do I do? Now it doesn't matter if anyone told her about me meat gazing in the shower. Even if they didn't, only a fag would turn down Alyson Ferrie. She's been voted best body and prettiest girl at Silver Lake High School every year since we were freshman. Any guy in the school, would die to fuck her. Any guy that wasn't totally hot for Brant West instead. Oh my god, what do I do?

"Uh. Where?"

"The Emerson Inn is right down the street," she said. "Let's walk down there and get a room."

"Ok-k-kay," he said.

She cupped his chin and softly kissed him on his closed lips. "It'll be okay. Today you get to fuck the beauty queen. Now bring the bags."

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Tanner stepped out of the room to get Dana Lee a beer from the refrigerator. She lay on her back with her legs splayed apart while Doug was cautiously stroking the length of her left thigh. She gasped as his fingers tenderly found their way to her slit and he slipped two of them inside her. Fuck. How's he know how to do that? How's he have that touch? It's like he just naturally knows how to make me cum. She gasped again as he twisted the fingers he'd entered her with in a clockwise direction and then twisted them back in a counterclockwise direction. Oh shit. That feels good. He must watch a lot of porn, or something. Fuck. She rubbed her hand over his head, enjoying the prickly feel of his buzz cut, and said, "You want to lick it, Doug?"

He nodded his head excitedly as a guttural sound emitted from his throat. Without waiting for further approval, he leaned his face into her pussy and began to lap away like a thirsty puppy sticking its snout into a recently filled water bowl. Dana Lee arched her back and pressed her pussy up to meet Doug's lapping tongue. Her neck muscles completely relaxed and her head fell limply from side to side as her eyes rolled back in her head. With one of the digits that was wet from finger fucking Dana Lee's pussy, Doug softly but firmly began to massage Dana Lee's asshole. "Ahhhh. My god," she gasped. "That feels so fucking good."

He needed no further encouragement to firmly press his index finger into her asshole. She clinched tightly around his finger and then relaxed as she enjoyed the stimulation of the pleasure nerves in her anal entrance. She opened her eyes to be able to watch and saw that Tanner had set the beer he'd brought her on the dresser that was next to the bed and he was slowly stroking Doug's cock with his right hand while he stroked his own cock with his left. She smiled at her lover and silently mouthed to him, "Let me watch you suck Doug's cock."

He smiled back and tapped Doug on the butt and said, "Roll over, big guy."

Doug stopped licking Dana Lee's pussy and did as he was instructed. With Tanner and Dana Lee's guidance, he slid backward until he was sitting with his back to the headboard. Dana Lee rolled over him so she could get to the beer Tanner had brought her and took a sip as she sat next to Doug with her legs crossed Indian style. As she took that sip, the fingers of her free hand found their way to Doug's left nipple so she could gently tweak and pinch it until it stood at full attention for her. Then she playfully took the nipple between her lips and sucked it softly. At that point, Tanner's soft lips were sliding their way down the length of Doug's cock and Tanner happily put on a show of sucking his muscular cousin's fat cock for all three of their enjoyment. 

While Tanner slowly sucked Doug's cock fully erect, Dana Lee was playfully alternating holding the ice cold beer bottle to Doug's nipple and then sucking it with her warm lips. Finally, she sat the beer bottle aside and concentrated fully on sucking Doug's nipple while Tanner sucked his cock. Loving the moans of pleasure she was hearing come from Doug's lips, she abandoned the nipple and began to lick his ear. As soon as he began to thrust his hips up from the mattress to drive his cock into Tanner's eagerly sucking lips, Dana Lee pushed Tanner away and positioned herself over Doug's cock. 




It Was the Middle of Summer



She was so wet that the cock parted her slit easily, but he was so thick that she could only slowly inch by inch allow herself to be impaled. Finally though, she'd lowered herself until the entire length of his cock was inside her pussy. She sat for a moment, just to let herself adjust to his girth. She saw that Doug wanted her to move so she rose almost as slowly as she had lowered herself and then lowered herself again, and again sat still when she'd engulfed the entire length of his cock. 

She did this again three more time and as she was raising herself the forth time, she saw Doug release a long sigh and felt his warm cum sloshing around inside her pussy. Shit. He fucking came again already. Panicking was pointless, but she still eased herself off Doug's cock and slipped down until she could comfortably take it into her mouth. One or two streams of cum hit her face and another got in her hair before she was able to wrap her lips around the head of his cock and swallow the remaining four or five gushes of cum that shot from his cock. 

As soon as she had swallowed his last shot of cum, she began to work her mouth up and down the length of his cock, which pleasantly did not go soft. 

Doug sighed with pleasure as she slowly worked her lips up and down the length of him. She'd always stop at the top and spend a few extra sucks on just the head where it was most sensitive. Oh god. That feels so good. Tanner's good too, but his girlfriend is so much better. 

Meanwhile, Tanner had a wicked idea, so he ran to his sister's room and found an elastic hair tie. When he returned, he picked up the bottle of lube from the nightstand and crawled up onto the bed behind Dana Lee. Dana Lee's knees were spread apart and her calves bent down at a 90-degree angle as she gripped Doug's cock with her right hand and stroked it while she sucked the head. As she continued to suck, Tanner gripped her hair and pulled it behind her into a ponytail with his fist. He slipped the hair tie down over the ponytail, twisted it into a figure eight and then pulled the ponytail back up through the other portion of the hair tie. As he did this twice more until the ponytail was snuggly held in place with the hair tie, he said to Doug, "You can tell I have a little sister."

Tanner chuckled at his own comment and then slapped Dana Lee on the rump. She lifted it up and pointed her ass at him as he was desiring her to do, and he poured oil directly onto her asshole and then onto his fingers. He tossed the bottle aside and began to work one and then two fingers in and out of her asshole. Dana Lee momentarily stopped sucking Doug's cock so she could turn and look at Tanner with an almost evil gleam in her eye. 

In a voice that Tanner barely recognized as being Dana Lee's, she said to him, "Do it, boy."

They'd discussed anal sex the last couple of times they'd fucked and he knew she wanted it. He was pretty sure she'd been practicing with her dildo, so he didn't wait for further invite or encouragement. He placed the head of his cock right up against her little brown eye.

As Tanner eased the head of his cock into her asshole, Dana Lee gasped, "Ahhhhh. Oh god. Do it slow, baby. Do it slow." 

Tanner took his time and ever so slowly eased more and more of his cock into her asshole, giving her a chance to relax and adjust as he went, until finally his cock was buried in her down to the base. His balls rested against the back of her thighs when he reached full penetration. He let his cock sit inside her for a moment before he eased it halfway out and then eased it all the back in until his balls were again resting against the back of her thighs. She sighed and moaned with pleasure. "Ahhhh. That feels so good."

When she started sucking Doug's cock again, Tanner began to work his cock in and out a little bit faster. He'd already cum several times that day, so he was able to pump her faster and faster without cumming. His pumping eventually became so fast and so hard that she had to let Doug's cock fall out of her mouth just so she could moan. Finally, Tanner grunted and just as he began to cum again, his cock slipped out of her ass and shot three streams of cum across her back. A little bit more dribbled out and fell on her ass as she gasped with relief. 

Tanner quickly moved from behind her and motioned for Doug to come take his place. Doug slid from the bed to the floor and scampered around to the foot of the bed. From there, he gripped the top of Dana Lee's slender, shapely thighs and pulled her down to the foot of the bed so that he could stand and penetrate her from behind. Dana Lee winced with dread as Doug placed the tip of his cock to her asshole and roughly pushed it inside. He sank through to the base just as Tanner had, and Dana Lee silently thanked the higher power she'd seen Alyson pray to a thousand times for allowing her to still be open from Tanner's cock. Otherwise Doug's massive slab of meat would have split her in two. 

Doug pumped once, twice and then three times before his cock slipped out of her ass and when he tried to reenter it slipped into her slit instead and stretched her pussy to its physiological limit. One pump. Two pumps. Three. Then she heard Doug grunt and felt several short orgasmic spasms generate from his hips as he came inside her again.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Amy and Nikki followed Katie down the corridor to the office located at the rear of the bar. Katie found the office key on the key ring she'd brought back to the bar and quickly unlocked the door and flipped on the lights. Amy and Nikki followed her inside but neither paid any attention to shutting the door as they licked their lips and watched Katie extract a clear plastic baggie full of white powder from her purse and dump the contents onto the glass table top covering the desk. Both their noses burned in anticipation. Katie always had good coke. 

Katie smiled at both of her eager companions and said, "Strip first."

"Huh," Nikki said. Even though Amy was 18, Nikki was suddenly having second thoughts about fooling around with a teenage patient. Amy had no such thoughts and was already tossing her black bikini top to the floor and letting her white skirt fall to her feet. 

As Amy stood in just her black thong, and Nikki remained fully dressed, Katie said, "Everything. Both of you. I stripped to get the snowflake, so you have to strip to share it with me."

Amy didn't question as she rolled her thong down her thighs, past her knees, and down to her ankles so she could step her feet through it and stand completely naked before them. Nikki took in the sight of the beautiful 18 year old blonde. Skin bronzed from head to toe by the Florida sun. The tight, muscular body and the waxed pussy erased whatever second thoughts Nikki was having and she offered no resistance when Katie used merely a look to instruct Amy to remove Nikki's clothes for her. 

Soon the cute bartender's jeans and yellow tee shirt were on the floor in a pile with Amy's skirt. Amy peeled Nikki's leopard print bra up, releasing a pair of soft, bouncy breasts, with silver dollar areolas that were strangely paler than the surrounding tanned skin. Amy wrapped her lips around them one after the other, marveling at the squishy softness. Her breasts weren't firm like Katie's or Alyson's but as pliant as fresh bread dough.

Then Amy dropped to her knees, and took a moment to admire the colorful tattoo just below Nikki's belly button. It was an elaborate winged skull, with flaming eye sockets, rising out of her leopard print panties. 

Nikki shuddered as Amy slowly rolled her leopard print panties down her legs and to her feet so she could step out of them. Now she was just as naked as Amy. Then Nikki gasped as Amy slowly licked her cleanly shaved pink slit from the bottom of the slit up to the clit, circled her clit three times, and then just as slowly licked back down to the bottom of her ever moistening cunt. Then she wrapped her lips around the little silver stud in Nikki's clit, and sucked it gently, sending shivers up Nikki's spine.

Nikki's head fell back and she hoarsely whispered, "Oh my fucking god. That feels so fucking good."

Katie stepped up and started giving Nikki a soft, wet opened mouth kiss as she let Amy take her hand so that she could pull her to her feet. Once Amy was on her feet, Katie's lips left Nikki's and accepted an equally sensuous kiss from Amy. She then held each girl's hand and led them over to the desk. With the elongated fingernail from her right pinkie finger, Katie scoop a small heap of the cocaine out of the pile and held it up to Amy's nose. The teen quickly snorted the offering with her left nostril, tilted her head back and breathed in deeply as she enjoyed the burning sensation the cocaine created in her nasal cavity. 

Katie scooped another small heap out of the pile and made the same offering to Nikki who quickly snorted it just as eagerly as Amy had. Temporarily abandoning the cocaine, Katie slid an arm around each naked girl and softly cupped an ass cheek with each hand. She began to slide her right hand up Amy's taught, muscular back as she simultaneously slid her left hand up Nikki's softer but still firm back until she was gripping Amy's curly bright blonde hair with one hand and Nikki's streaked golden brown hair with the other. 

She aimed each girl's face so the she could see the pulsing desire that each possessed and then slowly, cautiously pressed the back of each girl's head and guided them until their lips were meshing into a sensuous kiss. Their mouths opening and each girl's tongue laying across the other. As the kiss continued, Katie released her hold on each girl's head and softly, ever so slowly, slid her hands down until she was again cupping Amy's ass cheek with one hand and Nikki's ass cheek with the other. 

As the kiss intensified and the grappling of the tongues grew more heated, Katie slipped her middle finger between each girl's ass cheeks and felt the dripping nectar flowing from their pussies. Her fingers lubricated by that nectar, Katie tenderly eased the tip of her middle fingers into each girl's anus and delicately massaged Amy's anus with one finger while she massaged Nikki's with the other.

Each girl gasped and continued to kiss as Katie chose that moment to release the girls so she could separate a portion of the cocaine from the pile, divide that portion into two lines, and then use a rolled up dollar bill to snort a line with each nostril. Just as had Amy and Nikki, Katie tilted her head back and slowly but deeply breathed air and remaining cocaine residue completely into her sinuses. Damn. That is good motherfucking cocaine. Too bad Lindsey turned over a new leaf after my graduation party. She would have loved this shit. I wonder how long my big sister's gonna keep up this goody-two-shoes charade? She's not cut out for sobriety. Or fidelity. Reggie told me he fucked her when he came to fix my dishwasher. Maybe he was lying, but maybe not. Maybe I should give her a call. Invite her over. No. I'll just tell her about it afterwards! How I sucked this sweet-faced little girl's pussy! That'll fucking kill her! Fucking kill.

With that, Katie reached behind herself and untied her halter-top, letting it fall to the floor. She then unsnapped her shorts, unzipped them, and then in one motion pushed her shorts and pink panties down to the floor. She stepped free of them and was now as naked as Amy and Nikki, clothed in nothing but a little red stud in her belly button. She reached out, took Amy by the elbow, and pulled her away from Nikki and pressed her own lips to Amy's. Amy moaned as Katie's fingers found her pussy and easily slid two fingers into the soaked slit. 

Then Nikki's fingers stared to swirl Amy's clit, and she got so weak in the knees that she stumbled a bit, before her ass came to rest on the edge of the big desk. The two girls took turns kissing her as they finger fucked her up to a screaming, shuddering orgasm. 

Once Amy's orgasm had passed, Amy grabbed Nikki's soft biceps and rotated her around pushing her back on the desk, knocking over papers and pens in the process and scattering them to the floor. Katie had to move fast to protect the big pile of cocaine. She swept it into the wooden outbox and moved it over to the top of a short filing cabinet. 

Meanwhile, Nikki's legs went up, and Amy's head went down, diving between those luscious, tanned thighs. She stuck her tongue as far into Nikki's wet vagina as it would go, instantly feeling juices welling up out of Nikki's depths. Soon Amy's face was soaked, and a little puddle was forming on the edge of the desk and dripping to the floor between Amy's knees.

After snorting another line of coke, Katie crawled up onto the desk and straddled Nikki's face, and began to grind her furry brown pussy against Nikki's beautiful face. Nikki's orgasmic moans were muffled wetly in Katie's warm, wet pussy. Katie giggled. "Oh shit. I sure am glad I came into work today. To think that I almost called in sick. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Nikki, you have a magic tongue. Yeah. Like that. Just like that. Ohhhhhhhhh fuck."

Amy was holding Nikki's thighs up, and when they started quivering she knew Nikki was close to orgasm, so she pushed Nikki's legs back farter, and started rubbing her entire face up and down that bubbling wet pussy, making sure that her nose and tongue flicked across Nikki's clit stud on each wet, sloppy stroke. 

Nikki gasped and shuddered as a burst of hot energy exploding out of her depths. "Oh shit! Oh shiiiiiiiiiiit!" She looked up from between Katie's thighs and made eye contact with the beautiful Mexicana. "I love my fucking job."

They laughed for a few moments, then Nikki started moaning again, and then she slurped Katie's flower petals into her mouth and soon both of them were gasping and cumming together.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Gina took her glasses off and rubbed her temples. Then she rotated her head around to stretch the tension out of her neck. She closed her eyes for just a moment and pleasantly thought about how nice it would be to get laid as often as Amy did. She sighed and was about to put her glasses back on so she could finish her brief when her phone began to vibrate. She picked it up off her desk and groaned as soon as she saw Morgana Ferrie's name flashing on the display. "Fuck," she said aloud before pressing the green send button on the phone. "Yes, Morgana."

"You've got to start being a better influence and keeping your daughter in check. I don't want her rubbing off on Alyson."

"What the fuck are you talking about, Morgana?"

"One of the associates saw them today when Amy dropped her off at the mall. Amy was smoking marijuana in her car while they waited for the boy Alyson was meeting."

"One of the associates, huh," Gina said. "Which one?"

"It doesn't matter which one. All that matters is that she saw them."

She, huh. I knew it had to be Carrie. She's so far up Morgana's ass, it's sickening. I never have trusted that sneaky little sycophant. . "Interesting," Gina said. 

"What, may I ask, is so interesting about it, Gina?"

"You say Amy was smoking marijuana. In her car. While she was With Alyson. You don't say Amy and Alyson were smoking marijuana in Amy's car."

"That's because Alyson doesn't smoke."

"Really, Morgana?" Gina said. "Really? You think Alyson doesn't get high? I mean really?"

"I don't like your tone, Gina."

"You don't? Too fucking bad."

"I won't listen to you talking to me like that."

"Then don't fucking call me, Morgana," Gina said. "And stop acting like you're so fucking pure when we both know you're not."

"I'm sure I don't know what you're referring to. But if it has anything to do with the Petersen case, I just want to point out that I won that case after you told the senior partners to turn it down."

"Because there wasn't a stick of evidence."

"None that you could find."

"None that I could manufacture."

There was an icy silence on the other end of the line. Then Morgana's cheerful voice returned. "You're treading on very thin ice, dear. May I remind you that the firm benefited to the tune of eight million dollars. And I didn't see you refusing your share of the take."

"The take? Interesting use of criminal terminology, Morgana."

"Why are we fighting Gina? I win cases, and you reap the rewards. I don't understand your problem with that."

"And you also reap the rewards from the cases I win. Tell me though, what rewards did I reap, exactly, when your Moral Action Committee closed down that HIV clinic last year?"

Morgana sighed dramatically. "I don't think you want to hear a lecture about our civic duty to take pro bono cases. But you might like to hear about the Puerto Rican girl your daughter goes to visit."

"You know I take more pro bono cases than you do, so don't even try to go there. And no, Morgana," Gina said. "I don't want to hear about the Puerto Rican girl."

"Okay. Fine, Gina," Morgana said. "I didn't really call you for that anyway. I need you to go do something." 

"What?" Gina asked skeptically. 

"There's a place out at the beach called The Lemon Bar," Morgana said. "One of the bartenders has information about the Atherton case, and I can't get over there. Can you go talk to her?"

"You have an assistant for that," Gina said. What the fuck? She's not my boss. 

"Carrie's watching Barry Atherton, while I meet with the State Attorney, or I'd do it myself. Please. Can you just go do it? You know how important this case is to the firm, so just drop whatever you're doing and get over there asap. I have no idea how much longer the bartender will be on duty, and I don't trust anyone else to talk to her. Her name is Katie."

"Fine. Text me the address, and I'll do it. Good bye, Morgana," Gina said as she turned off her phone. Fucking bitch. If the senior partners only knew the things I know. Oh, hell, of course they know. They'll just keep looking the other way as long as she makes it rain money. But one of these days she's gonna slip up, and I'll be there, laughing my ass off.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Alyson ran the key card through the slot in the door. She'd hoped for a bit nicer hotel. She wasn't expecting The Hilton but this didn't even match up to The Days Inn. Still, it had a bed. There was even a pool if they felt like going for a swim after they fucked. After we fuck. I can't believe I'm about to let a boy fuck me. I'm even excited about it. A few minutes and it's no more little virgin beauty queen.

She pushed the door all the way open so Christian could follow her inside. She could easily tell that he was even more nervous than she was. That's cool. I like that.

"Just drop those bags on the dresser, sweetie," she told him. He's like an obedient little puppy that'll do what ever I say. She giggled. Pussy rules. She kicked off her Vans and stood in her bare feet. He looked down at her pretty white feet. Not one inch of her body was tan. She cupped his chin like she had outside the food court and brought her lips to his. He didn't let his mouth open at first, so she softly sucked his top lip. Then she slowly licked that same lip with the tip of her tongue until his lips parted and she slipped her tongue into his mouth.

Wow. She can really kiss. I don't know who she's been dating. I didn't even think she had a boyfriend, but whoever it's been, they must kiss a lot. She slid her hands into his shirt and cupped his pecs just the same way she'd cup Amy's tits during their make-out sessions. He groaned as her thumbs brushed across his nipples. That feels nice. 

He was beginning to loosen up, but he wasn't getting hard. Oh me. What am I going to do if I don't get hard? She's so horny right now she'll probably get pissed and tell everyone she was going to let me make love to her and like the little faggot that I am I couldn't do it. Alyson Ferrie wants ME to fuck her, and I can't get hard.