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Sully Ch. 01

By: Paris Waterman



A loosely autobiographical novel of my younger days and nights. Originally written 2001-2002

Chapter One

I know, I know, they say you can't go home again. But after all those years . . . there I was, in my hometown for a day or two with nothing much to do, it was mid-October of 1999 and snowing lightly, not sticking to the streets, but the grassy areas were already a pretty white. 

I'd heard Lynch's Bar & Grill had reopened, so I dropped in. It wasn't the run down beer joint I had frequented years earlier and I doubted any of the old crowd would be found here, but I was thirsty and sat down at the bar. 

This place catered to what my good friend Howie Freeman called the "Fern" crowd. Yuppies and wanna be yuppies, sorry, just not my kind of crowd at this point in my life, but the music was tolerable and it was lively enough with the under thirty women showing some leg and enough cleavage to keep me interested. 

I had made up my mind to have a second drink before leaving when a familiar face walked in the door. I rose up and greeted him by name.

"Hey! Aren't you Sammy DiGenero?"

"Yeah? You know me?"

"It's been a long time, but do you remember playing baseball and touch football in Hamilton Park?"

"Yeah?" His facial muscles strained with the effort to recall my face.

"Jim, Jim Farrell," I said with a smile.

His eyes lit up. "Farrell? No shit!"

Sammy's multi-diamond-ringed hand shot out to clasp mine.

"Christ... what's it been ten...twenty years?"

"More like twenty-five Sammy."

"Shit!" He said, beaming now, and I guess I was too. 

"Let's get us a drink," he called to the slim bartender with a shaven head, "Teddy, two drinks over here."

Teddy refilled my scotch and soda, and made Sammy a martini, dry and on the rocks. I glanced up at the television and saw that Phillip Morris, the world's largest cigarette manufacturer had admitted that smoking causes lung cancer and other fatal diseases.

"That's something ain't it," I said.

Sammy stamped his cigarette out, and promptly lit another, inhaled deeply and said, "That's not exactly news. Well, the fact that they admit it is. But people have known for years that you get the big "C" from too much smoking."

"Think of the law suits to come, Sammy."

"Aw, fuck that! We got some reminiscing to do big guy," Sammy said pulling a stool out and sitting down next to me. "You look great! Keep in shape eh?"

"I try to take care of myself Sammy. What have you been up too?"

"Me?" He said pointing a finger at his plentiful belly. "Well," his voice dropped an octave or two, "ya know, I never was too good in school, in fact I dropped out my junior year. Never went back. Those nuns and priests, ya know, drove me nuts." 

He smiled broadly. His teeth were good and he knew it. "But I manage to do okay," by now his arm was draped over my shoulder as he closed in and whispered in my ear, "I make book on the sports, ya know. The "vig" pays pretty good."

"I understand how it works Sammy," I said, as his arm returned to his side.

"Sure, sure ya do. Last I heard you'd signed with the Cardinals, am I right?"

Here we go again, I thought, but said, "Naw, the Cardinals used to own the Red Wings. I signed with the Orioles."

"Yeah, yeah," he nodded as though that corrected his error.

"So tell me, what happened? I mean, you were good. Shit, you were very good."

I shrugged his compliments off. They meant nothing to me anyway. But Sammy deserved an answer, so I obliged him. 

"Okay, I was signed out of college after my second year. Uh, better make that my second season. The grades and I . . . we didn't mesh, know what I mean?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. Looka me, Tenth grade, right?"

"High school was where they noticed me first; I mean we won the state championship three out the four years I was there." He had me reminiscing now. My mind's eye watched the faces from the past float by, Sneaky Leo, Wisnewski, Big Nick, Sally, Corvath, Blimp Maston, and Hezzy. 

"Sammy?"

"Yeah?"

"What the hell ever happened to Hezzy?"

His eyes clouded over in thought for a moment until it hit him. "The fuck! Hezzy Bettis . . . of course, I'm sorry Jimmy, I forgot all about that poor son-of-a-bitch."

"Well?"

Sammy emptied his martini. I caught Teddy's eye and motioned for another round.

"Yeah," he said sounding remorseful. "Old Hezzy. Fucker could throw a football."

"And his fastball wasn't shabby either as I recall."

"Sure, sure," Sammy was still trying to recapture Hezzy in his mind as the drinks arrived and he took a quick sip. "Got it!" he said, startling the young woman next to him as she traced her pencil liner over her lips, enlarging them with lipstick instead of collagen.

"Musta been his senior year. You were gone by then I think."

"That's right. I graduated two years before old Hezzy, but as I recall he brought the team into the championship a year after I left."

"Right. They lost that game by two points, close finish though. If I got it right, the clock ran out with Hezzy getting stopped running for the extra points that would have tied it. And the next year he was carrying a shitty football team on his back," he looked into my eyes. "I mean it. The team had nothing. No defense not much offense either, except for what Hezzy and a kid named Bones Barrington brought. A skinny wide receiver," he added for my benefit. "They were something like six and three. Last game of the season, let's see, I was there, who was it they played?" He mused, before snapping his fingers. "Got it! It was against St. Michael's, Union City, a tough opponent that year. Shit, they were tough every year."

"Hezzy was tough too," I said quietly, having played with and against him.

"The second quarter it was," Sammy said quietly before his voice faltered.

"So what happened?"

"It was a busted play. The runner stumbled and missed the hand-off. Hezzy decided to run with it himself." Sammy took another swallow of the martini. "They creamed him, Jimmy. They fucking creamed him. One guy hit him high and another low. I heard the first crack from my seat in the stands. And more bodies hit him after that 'cause the bastard wouldn't or couldn't go down."

"Christ," I muttered, visualizing the scene.

"Aw, it was awful. His leg was fractured a couple a times. Ya know . . . he never walked right after that. Kids called him Gimpy. Fuckin' kids got no respect anyways."

"Damn," I said. So that ended his chance of either college or pro ball."

"Hell yeah, guy's lucky he can move along the street."

"So what's he doing these days?"

"Well, I'm sorry to say I think he's a wino, a crack head, or both."

"God damn it," I said under my breath.

"You got hurt too, didn't cha?"

"Yeah, I got hurt too. But not like that."

"Least ya got some money for ya troubles," he commiserated. Then curiosity got the better of him and he asked, "So what happened to you?"

I rolled out the canned version for him. "Early seventies. After leading the nation in hitting at dear old Rutgers, I dropped out, the grades . . . well they weren't getting any better. Anyway, I signed with Baltimore and went to their rookie school in Florida. I did just fine there. Led the fucking team in hitting and pitched fairly well too. They had me playing short when I wasn't pitching."

"Who was some of the guys there?"

"Actually it was the following season I really met some players I grew to know and like," I said, "like Al Bumbry, Jim Fuller and Roric Harrison. That fucker struck out 16 guys one night at Toledo."

"Any major leaguers?"

"Well Bumbry played center for several years and Bobby Grich was there too. I think he was pretty good."

"Sure was," Sammy conceded.

"That first spring training found me doing very well and they bumped me up to Double-A ball for my first year. After adding some muscle, I began to hit with a little more power, and as the season wound down they promoted me to Rochester." I finished my drink. Teddy was right there with another. He was a very good bartender. I reminded myself to leave him a generous tip.

"So," Sammy nudged me, "You reached Triple-A your first full year, huh?"

"I did. The big leagues beckoned to me. I could almost taste it. In fact, I pitched against the Orioles in an early season exhibition. Went four innings, allowed two hits, a walk and zero runs. Not to shabby, and, I got a double off Palmer. Hit the top of the left field wall. I can still see Marv Rettemund chasing after it as I rounded first."

"Wow!" Sammy said, impressed.

"Oh, yeah." I almost growled, "But two weeks later I got hit in the face with a line drive. That ended it."

"No!" said Sammy.

"Almost lost my eye. Had double vision for about fifteen months. It came and went mostly, but I didn't dare play ball. I'd have gotten killed."

"Gee, that's tough, Jimmy."

"Yeah thanks," I said and looked around the place, signaling Sammy that I'd had enough of this talk. "It's funny, there were a couple of us got hit like that, Herb Score, Conigliaro . . ."

"Conigliaro?"

"Remember, the Red Sox star, Tony C.? Hit a ton of home runs, he was killing the pitchers, didn't matter who was throwing . . . then he got skulled. And there was an older fuck came up with the Dodgers, back in the early fifties, couldn't beat Pee Wee Reese out of the shortstop job; name was Zimmer, same guy's managing the Cubs these days. Has a steel plate in his head. Damnedest thing is we get together every other year or so and commiserate."

"Yeah, yeah. So what do you do these days?" 

Evidently Sammy had some tact and I was grateful he changed the subject. "I sell transportation services. Don't ask. It's a living."

"I hear ya," he smiled; obviously he had something else in mind.

"So ya hear from any of the old crowd?" Sammy asked.

"Not fair Sammy, I was gonna ask you that question."

"Ahh, I ain't seen nobody in years," he said with some disgust.

"What about Georgie T?" I asked.

"Nothin'," he said.

"The Bone?"

Sammy laughed. "Fucker got married. Last I ever heard of him."

"Swallowed by matrimonial bliss, eh?" I laughed.

"Yeah, yeah," He shrugged his shoulders, "all them guys and the girls too. They married and left the city. And no one ever sends me Christmas Cards, so I don't or can't keep track of 'em."

We were quiet for a minute or so and I began to check out a petite brunette seated directly across the bar from me. We made eye contact and it looked promising, then Sammy asked, "So Jimmy, who was the weirdest fucker ya knew growing up?" 

It was a reasonable question and it took me back into the past. We were a crazy group back then. I gave it some serious thought before answering, and lost interest in the brunette.

"Sully was."

"Sully? I would'a thought maybe J-Boy, or The Bone. Shit, there are a couple others I can think of . . . I never would have thought of Sully. Didn't he go to The Prep?"

"Yeah he did, and maybe that's why you don't recall much about him, but I sure as hell do."

"All's I remember is he left town and some people was looking for him."

"True enough, but there was more to the story than just leaving town."

"We got time. So tell me about Sully."

"Okay," I said, and stopped to inhale my Camel, then watched the smoke soar away towards a ceiling vent. "Some of this I know 'cause I was there. Sully told me a lot too, being a close friend and well . . . umm, Sully liked to brag especially about his . . . sex life."

"Hoo, boy, this is gonna be a good one, I can tell already," Sammy grinned and adjusted himself as though preparing to get laid.

"And," I continued, stamping my Camel out in the plastic ashtray, "his sister Megan also filled in some missing details. So don't mind if I find myself telling this as if I knew more than I should have about Sully."

"Like I give a flying fuck. Come on already, give with the details."

I lit another cigarette, took a drag then placed it down in the ashtray. The details rushed together as if it were yesterday. 

Jack Sullivan was his name. Smart son of a bitch. Everyone called him Sully though. He had a big fucking ego Sully did, a really big ego. I recall as a kid of maybe nine or ten, he thought he could fly, and to prove it, he leaped across several rooftops in succession. Of course, the rest of us egged him on. He kept jumping until he missed. Luckily he only fell ten feet before landing awkwardly on a fire escape. Broke his leg ... I still remember signing the cast. 

We were best buddies until he went off to The Prep. After that we always hung out during the summer, playing baseball, he was a good outfielder and had decent power. We were always talking about the girls we'd nailed. None of which was true except that I was porking his sister, Megan from time to time. But I couldn't tell Sully that. 

We saw even less of one another following graduation. I went off to play for Rutgers and he got a basketball scholarship to LaSalle in Philly. Ah, you know I turned pro. Sully . . . well, he fucked up, got thrown off the team and lost his scholarship, but his old man saw to it that he finished college, got a Civil Engineering degree. Anyway, Sully came to see me in the hospital as I was recuperating.

I closed my eyes for a second, and there he was, walking in the hospital door.

*****

"How are ya Jimbo?" He asked with a sly grin on his face. My head was wrapped in bandages. I looked at him with my one good eye. He was well dressed, in an alpaca sweater, well-creased slacks, and loafers so well shined that you could see the reflection of your face in them.

"You're doing well, I see."

He laughed. "That's funny. You see I'm doing well. It's a wonder you can see anything after what happened to you." 

"Fuck you Sully."

Just then a young nurse's aid entered the room. As she checked my chart and made some adjustment to my medication, he eyed her up and down. I could tell she felt his eyes on her. She glanced at me and began to blush then left the room as quickly as possible.

"Well, you scared the shit out of her," I told him. "I'll be lucky if she comes back at all. There'll probably send an ogre in her place. Thanks a lot Jack."

"Bullshit!" He said, as if I'd offended him. "They all love attention."

"I laughed. "You call mentally raping her attention?"

Sully wiped his mouth with his hand, grinned that Irish grin of his. "Like I said, they all love attention. Wait, she'll be back, and when she does make sure you touch her. No, not her ass or tits," he leered, "but maybe her arm or face. Just touch her and watch the reaction."

"Yeah right," I said skeptically. "You know I'm not exactly a virgin."

"Fuckin' A. You played pro ball, ya had to meet those groupies."

I laughed. Indeed, I had. There was a least one girl in each town the Red Wings visited, and several in Rochester, but I seriously doubted I'd ever go back there.

"And, umm, where did you acquire all this expertise, Sully me boy?"

"Mostly in Philly. I love hitting on the younger ones. Easy to score on man, ya know?"

"Get fucked you horny bastard," I said, amused by his sexual thesis.

After a few more minutes Sully left, promising to check me out in the next day or so. Maybe ten minutes later, the nurse's aid returned to my room fussed with my pillow, and was taking my temperature when I thought about what Sully had said. I reached out and ran my hand up her arm to her shoulder. 

"What are you doing Mr . . . .?"

"What's your name, nurse?"

Mandy . . . but what are you . . .?"

"Please, call me James. And I needed very much to touch another person. I hope you don't take offense." My hand remained on her bare arm.

"Oh," she stammered.

"Mandy?"

"Yes?"

"Sit on the bed. Please, I'd like to talk to you for a while." I removed my hand and to my surprise, she hopped up beside me.

"We're not supposed to do this you know . . ."

"I really, really appreciate it Mandy," and my hand found hers and covered it. My thumb gently roamed across her knuckles.

"Does your eye hurt very much?" She asked her voice soft and curious. Her hand remained still.

"Oh, yeah. Especially if I shake my head . . . like this." And I shook my head vigorously.

Mandy's hand flew to her mouth then lightly slapped me when I burst out laughing.

"That's not funny," she hissed, but her voice was still low. "You could have . . . ."

"Come here," I said, reaching for her. She offered no resistance, and as I pulled her close I noticed her eyes close, and I kissed her. 

Her lips were soft and dry. I ended the kiss and saw her eyes still closed. 

"Another," I said softly.

"Ummm," she replied.

This time my tongue probed along her lips and teeth until she opened her mouth inviting me inside. She tasted sweet and fresh and when her tongue cautiously met mine I touched her breast and heard her moan.

"I don't think we need to be caught out here, do you?" I asked.

"What? Where?" Was all a confused Mandy managed before I had the both of us off the bed and into the small bathroom. I couldn't believe how turned on she was, but she was grinding her cunt against me as soon as we resumed our kiss. My hands ran up and down her sides, but I left her tits alone, content to press against her, dry humping in the confined space. I could feel her stiffening buds against my chest as our tongues swirled round and round. I was certain she felt my cock pushing against her too.

We broke off the kiss and Mandy, her voice husky and sexy as hell said, "I don't know what . . . oh, Christ! James, kiss me again!"

With that sign of encouragement my hands were cupping and squeezing her firm ass even as our lips came together. Mandy felt my hands as they wandered under her shift and groaned, "We can't . . . not here!"

"If not here where?" I asked hooking my thumbs inside her panties and dragging them down her thighs to her knees. I pressed Mandy against the wall, kneading her ass cheeks with my hands and marveling at their firm resilience and the smooth, unblemished texture of her skin.

"James! Please!" She whimpered, "We can't!"

I did my best to coax her. "I need you Mandy!" I croaked hoarsely, "Help me prove I'm still a man!" 

She didn't respond, but she made no attempt to move away from me either.

"Come on Mandy, you want it too. I know you do!" My undamaged eye filled with tears.

"Noooo!" She groaned as I moved to her right just a little, permitting my hand to find her bushy mons, it was damp and silky. 

"Ohhh, James . . . we can't," she pleaded, but her pelvis betrayed her  grinding against my hand  urging it to do other nasty things to her. My finger searched out the folds of her moistened pussy and slipped inside so easily it was as if she'd hung a Welcome Home sign at the entrance.

"My God! Yes! Yes!" She moaned as my finger stirred her juices to a boil. 

"Christ, I need it!" She moaned into my neck before lavishing kiss after kiss upon it. And she came, shuddering against my hand. A moment later we renewed our feverish kisses, and I stretched my arm to its fullest and worked her panties down around her ankles, then opened the front of my pajamas, allowing my woody to spring forth. 

I sat down on the toilet and guided an unresisting, but frightened Mandy into position, turning her around so she was facing the door.

"Okay baby, just squat down on my pole." 

"Oh!" She purred as she lowered herself and felt the touch of my hard cock against her moistened entrance. I let it slide up and down the crack of her ass.

"No! Not back there!" She sniffled in fear.

"Don't worry, I'm going for your sweet, sweet pussy darling," and kissed her back, letting my tongue drag its way down her spinal cord. Mandy arched her back in pleasure at this and rose up seeking more. I obliged by continuing down to the cheeks of her ass.


Sully Ch. 01



"You've got the greatest looking ass I've ever seen." I whispered to her and felt her tremble.

"Gonna . . . are you gonna put it in now?"

"Soon Mandy darling, soon. And I bit her shoulder.

"Ohhhh!"

"Like that?"

Ummm, yes. Yes I do."

I sucked on her neck, leaving a large hickey, while she moaned in delight, found my cock and gave it a hard squeeze. 

I knew it was time and placed my hand over hers as it tightly held my cock and directed it into her pussy. It had no sooner slid in about an inch or so, when Mandy thrust her ass back down on it, forcing me deep inside her, causing the both of us to laugh giddily for a moment before either one of us started to move. 

Finally, I gripped her hips and lifted her a few inches, and then let her slide down my slippery cock. We continued in this fashion for a minute or two. Mandy with her hand to her mouth to keep from screaming out loud, emitting a long series of "Oh, oh, oh's," as I continued with my slow methodical fuck. 

Noticing that Mandy was working with me, I released her hips and opened her blouse and worked her bra cups up and over her tits. As I pinched and twisted her hard, rubbery nipples, Mandy began to increase the tempo, lifting herself up and plunging down on my greased pole. 

The small room resounded with our noises. Both of us were gasping for air, my balls slapped the toilet seat with each downward slam of her ass, and loudest of all was the sucking noise my cock made each time it emerged from her thermally heated vaginal walls.

"Christ, this is nasty," I hummed in Mandy's ear.

"Squeeze 'em harder," she wheezed, and took a huge gulp of air.

"What?"

"My tits, Squeeze 'em. Bite them. Play with them. Be rough." The way her ass was moving against me, I'd have done anything for her.

"Let's shift a little," I managed to croak out and lifting her leg off me disengaged us for a second to turn Mandy so that she was now facing me. Grabbing the right breast I took as much as possible into my mouth, licking and sucking her pebbled areola.

"No!" She growled, obviously aware that we could easily be overheard, "hurt them, Goddamnit!"

Immediately I clamped down hard on her nipple with my teeth.

"Argh! Yes! Now the other! Do the other too," she urged, reinserting my slick dick and slowly increasing her pace. I took the other nipple between thumb and forefinger and applied as much pressure as I thought she could stand, only to see her wince, then groan, "Harder, you bastard. Harder!"

I pinched harder and she fucked faster, each time she raised up she also pulled fiercely on her poor, savaged nipple.

I was growing concerned about this when my cock slipped out!

"Back!" She gasped, "Put it back! Oh, put it back!"

I let go of Mandy's tits and grabbed her ass then fucked like a crazy man, pistoning in and out as she moaned, "Yes, oh, god yes, yes, yes!"

It seemed like I did this for two minutes or so, before I felt myself explode. I realized Mandy was coming too. She'd finally released her breasts and was biting her hand as I pulled out, releasing the last spurt of come on her belly. I kissed her neck and tongued her ear, not realizing Mandy was still in the throes of her orgasm. It hit her hard and we both fell to the floor, gasping for breath.

Mandy was the first to get up, fixing her uniform as best she could under the circumstances. "Let's get you back in that bed," she said sternly, as if I'd been a bad boy. As I rose to my feet, I felt a stabbing pain in my eye and knew I'd fucked something up, perhaps badly.

"Get me settled. Fix yourself, and then get the doctor in here, I did something to my eye."

"Damn you!" Mandy said through clenched teeth. "I was afraid of that." 

Then she smiled, "I'm sorry 'bout your poor old eye, but that was a really special time for me." She kissed me then called for the doctor while I wondered about where the sweet young thing had disappeared to.

*****

Sammy DiGenero's mouth hung open. "Jeezus!" he said, and gestured to the bulge in his pants and mumbled, "The fuck you did to me."

I laughed at him, and out of the corner of my eye saw the petite brunette sliding a very nice butt onto the stool next to mine.

"Not my fault Sammy," I laughed again, then turned to the brunette. "Hello. Please pardon him." I gestured at Sam. She smiled; it was a very good smile.

"Might I buy you a drink?"

She smiled. "Still working on this one, thank you. But, perhaps later?"

Fine," I smiled right back. "My name's James and this is Sammy." 

"Velvet," she said turning a pair of startling green eyes on me. "I'm pleased to meet the both of you. Please excuse me for intruding . . ." she began, but I interrupted her.

"You're no intrusion. You're very welcome . . . Velvet."

"What I meant to say," She continued as her eyes crinkled up with another smile, "I gathered from over there that you were telling, um, Sammy here a rather animated story. I just wondered if you could let me listen in. I mean it's so boring in here this evening."

"Well," Sammy said, and I elbowed him in the ribs because I knew he was going to cut her off from the rest of the conversation.

"Offf," was all that came out of his mouth. 

"Of course you can. But I warn you, this gets a little risqué."

Velvet's eyebrows arched up. "Really?" she said, obviously full of interest in what was to come. Her hand lighted on my knee. "Well, don't tell Momma, sugar, but I just love risqué."

Reaching out, I slowly ran a finger along her neck. Her pulse was racing. I gave her my best smile and said, "Velvet, you were warned, so here goes."



Sully Ch. 02



To my new and very attractive acquaintance, Velvet, I said: "Oh, since I've already started I won't repeat any of this except to tell you the subject is an old friend of mine named Sullivan. Everyone called him Sully. Sammy here knew him too, but only casually. But, me and Sammy were talking about the old days and got to discussing Sully. He, um, marched to a different drummer than most of us. Besides, since we were close friends he told me a lot and . . . well, Sully liked to brag about his . . . sex life."

Velvet's hold on my knee tightened perceptively, and I saw the future. It was looking good.

"Hey, James, ya gonna tell her 'bout your eye?" 

"Yes, Sammy I will. Err, Velvet, the first part of this story was about me. See I played some professional baseball . . ."

"Ohhhh, I just knew you were an athlete," she said sexily. The way she said it made me think about gymnastics for some reason.

"Well, yes, but I got hurt . . . um, hit in the eye actually. I was in the hospital; it ended my career. And to answer Sammy's question, all that activity had loosened the retina."

"Activity?"

"Hmmm, the short version is I screwed a nurse and did more damage to my eye. It required an operation. That turned out to be good, 'cause it needed to be done and had I not had it, they might have released me and I'd have done something foolish like getting laid, and ended up losing the sight in that eye."

"You poor thing," she purred, and slowly crossed her legs providing me with an exceptional view of her legs where the thigh-high stockings ended.

"Mmmm, "I purred back. "Anyone told you how beautifully perceptive you are?"

Sammy was getting antsy and probably resented my taking up with Velvet, but how could he say anything, meeting a woman was the reason he'd stopped by in the first place. 

He tapped me on the arm. "So you and Sully met and?" He asked with a tight voice.

I ignored him, reaching instead for my lighter, which I held in my surprisingly steady hand as I lit Velvet's cigarette and she filled her lungs with smoke then exhaled through a very Roman nose. By the way, her lungs were not remarkable, just small, pear-shaped protrusions that seemed perfect on her small hard body. If Velvet made it to five-feet in height I was Wilt Chamberlain, but her face was stunning in its beauty and that's all I cared about at the moment. 

"Anyway this thing about Sully, it gets kinda naughty nasty. You don't mind that, do you Velvet?'

"Umm, I think I like naughty nasty," she purred and lasciviously licked her lips.

Very sexy, I thought, and began planning how to dump Sammy and inveigle an invitation to Velvet's pad. 

"Right," I said, getting back on track. "Well maybe four months after I got out of the hospital, I think it was September and of course I was still on the disabled list of the Red Wings . . ."

Velvet's knee brushed against mine, I glanced down and noted her dress had ridden up considerably; her legs were slightly parted, not very lady-like, but extremely enticing. 

"Redwings?" She purred, increasing the contact. My left hand dropped down and lightly squeezed her knee. Lovely feel to it, I thought, a very lovely feel, of course my mind was racing much further ahead.

Concentrating hard, I continued. "Sorry, that's the name of the baseball team I was playing for when I got hurt."

"Oh," she smiled and I could swear her eyes actually laughed at me. "Go on, I won't interrupt anymore." 

****

"So I ran into Sully as I was coming out of a shoe store at the mall. He was glad to see me and made a big fuss over my eye. I made it a point to thank him for his advice, and had to remind him of our conversation about Mandy, who I was still dating off and on.

Sully laughed and slapped me on the back, "I told you, I know, right?" He paused and gave me a serious look. This was not the usual overly confident Sully I knew.

"I met this girl, her name is Shelly."

"Do tell," I said. This was a first; he'd never dropped a girl's name quite like this before. It was always something along the lines of describing the pickup; the seduction (usually in great detail) and any humorous antic dote resulting from their relationship. So it sounded serious.

"Yeah," he glanced down at his feet, pawed the ground like a bull getting ready to charge. "Thing is, we're serious. Met my folks and all that shit, ya know?"

This was serious.

I shook his hand. "Do I get to meet her too? I mean, this is great news Sully."

"Umm, yeah, thanks. Meeting you like this is good." 

"Always good to see you too," I said, just marking time in the conversation.

"Gonna get married in four months," he said as softly as I ever heard him say anything.

"Well, hell! Congratulations! When do I get to meet this lucky girl?"

"Would you . . . I mean I know its last minute and all . . . but would you be my best man?"

"Yeah, sure." I said immediately. "It would be an honor. When, where and whatever details do I need?"

Sully smiled, and relaxed obviously relived at my acceptance. We wandered into a bar and had a couple beers and all the while Sully seemed to be somewhere else.

"Hey, Sully!" I called out and nudged him. He looked at me, but was silent for a moment. Then he seemed to make up his mind and looked me right in the eye and said, "I want you to do me a favor."

"I just did, I'm your best man remember?"

"No, not that, this is something else, I um, I think you'll like it . . . I mean I don't think you're gonna say no, but it's an unusual favor."

"So . . .?"

"It's about Shelly. I mean, you don't know anything about her and all . . ."

"Like I said so?"

"Let's get another beer first huh?"

Actually, we had two more beers before he broke the silence.

"We've known each other forever, right?"

"Forever, yeah."

"What I'm gonna ask . . . whether you say yes or no . . . it stays between us, right? I mean, you ain't gonna blab this around after you have a couple beers some night, okay?"

"Our secret Sully, now what the fuck is it?

He exhaled, then took a deep breath, "Okay, Shelly's birthday is coming up, next Saturday. I mean this Saturday." He was as nervous as I'd ever seen him.

"We been talking, ya know? About life and the future."

"Sully, get to the fucking point!"

He swallowed his beer and motioned for another. After the bartender wiped the foam from the top of his glass he managed to get it out.

"We've talked about fantasies. Sexual fantasies, ya know?" I nodded. He had my complete attention. 

"Shelly . . . she told me hers . . ."

"Yeah?"

"She, err, fantasizes having two guys sticking to her at the same time."

"You mean one up her ass and one in her snatch?"

"Umm, I'm not sure about that, but for sure sucking one cock while getting poked by the other."

I smiled at him and he wiped his brow. 

I couldn't believe my luck. I knew Sully and he was serious.

"You can count on me, Sully." 

I had a raging hardon already. 

"Are you sure she's for this?"

He gave me that confident smile of his and I knew it was.

Later that night I boffed my Mandy four times before she begged off, claiming she was "sore down there." I wound up whacking off once on my own just to cool down. ****

"Oh, I'm sorry Velvet, is this offensive to you?" 

"No," she quickly responded, "not at all. In fact," she said, covering my hand on her knee, "I find it quite stimulating."

My hand promptly made a six-yard gain along her thigh, and her hand was with me every inch of the way. Sammy of course, observed this activity and actually shifted position to serve as a protective screen from any other interested observers.

"Sammy, can you hear me okay? I don't wanna shout, ya follow me?"

"My hearing is fine," he said and finished his drink and ordered another round for the three of us.

"I've got the next round fellows," Velvet said.

"My eyesight's pretty good too," Sammy added somewhat resentfully.

"Love and war, Sammy." I grinned at him.

"Sammy," Velvet said diplomatically, "I think you're cute. Do you have a lot of girlfriends?"

"A few," he said. Then nodded emphatically. "I have my fair share," but his sullen expression betrayed him to both of us.

I resumed the story before any bickering started amongst us.

**** "Anyway, Sully once again swore me to secrecy. He needn't have, I never made it a practice to talk about my sex life, except in oblique terms. Too many people could be hurt by a careless name being dropped in the wrong place. Only reason I'm talking now is Sully has been gone from these parts for over twenty years and I don't think many people remember him." 

"Come on with the story, eh?"

Okay, okay. So Saturday evening finally arrived. I made sure I was freshly showered and shaved when I rang the doorbell, a bouquet of roses on my arm. My heart was pounding, I could hear my pulse was racing in my ears; my other hand was shielding an erection when Shelly opened the door.

"James?"

"In person," I was looking at a strikingly beautiful face. "I'm glad to make your acquaintance Shelly."

"My, so formal," she said with a smile and I knew she was teasing.

Extending the flowers, I blurted out, "For you. Happy Birthday!"

"Oh, you shouldn't have," she said in a warm pleasant tone, and hugged me tight, managing to protect the roses at the same time. I felt my boner pressing against her thigh. I recall blushing in embarrassment at the contact, which was brief. I caught her glancing down and checking me out.

"I've been dying to meet you. Jack has told me so much about you. It seems we've known each other forever," she said leading me into the apartment.

I took Shelly in. She was dressed in a dark blue blouse buttoned to her chin and as she turned to place the roses in a vase, I noted her flatchested profile. I was stunned. Shelly hardly had any tits at all!

But a second later, found myself admiring her tight, mini-skirted ass. It was a classic ass, jutting out defiantly, with fabulous legs to go along with it. Her blonde hair was kind of piled up on her head and held in place with some type comb and the style suited her very well. Shelly's complexion was cover girl smooth. She was a truly beautiful girl.

She showed me around the apartment. It was tiny, with a living room that barely fit a couch, chair, and TV, a kitchen where two people couldn't work at the same time, and a dining room with four chairs and little more than a card table for eating. But it had a definite feminine flavor and I found it appealing.

She led the way into the living room; Jack  I mean Sully  had just entered the room. I recall he smelled of lavender.

"Hey James, great to see ya," he said thumping me on the back. "Have a seat," he gestured toward the couch. "Wanna brew?"

"Sure."

"James brought me roses, Jack."

He appeared not to hear her as he rummaged in the refrigerator.

"Let's see," he said, "we got Bud, Foster's and Molson Ale."

"Foster's is fine," I replied, settling down into the soft cushions. Turning back to Shelly I said, "This is a lovely apartment you have here."

"Thank you," she said, obviously pleased. She sat down next to me, her mini-skirt rode up and I got a glimpse of her upper thigh. Sully handed me my beer and gave Shelly a Rum and Coke, then went back for his beer before joining Shelly and me on the couch.

I drank deeply, and waited. Silence. We were all nervous about why I was there and it showed.

"So how did you guy's meet?" I asked breaking the silence.

Shelly jumped at the opportunity. "I was a waitress in this coffee shop in Philly, when this loud, boorish drunk wandered in." She tittered at this. I smiled. It was easy to picture the scene.

"Oh, come on Shelly, I wasn't boorish," Sully said defensively, but he was loosening up and took a swig of his beer.

We all laughed at his discomfort.

"Well, you were drunk, and you embarrassed me."

"True enough," he said, obviously pleased with this description.

She turned to me, "I should tell you that he came by the next afternoon just as I was starting my shift and apologized."

"I was smitten," Sully said. He was serious.

"Smitten?" I drained the beer and Sully took it from me and went for a refill.

"The following afternoon we had our first date," she said looking fondly after him.

"It took me three dates before I got her pants down," he blurted out, as he handed me the beer.

"Jack!" Shelly shrieked, and reaching across my chest, slapped him on the shoulder.

A love tap, I thought. My erection was very apparent and I couldn't hide it.

"Look at him," Sully said, gleefully pointing at me, "He's got a boner!"

"Christ," I said mortified. I'd forgotten what I was there for. I noticed the stain then, slowly spreading along my fly. I was leaking.

Sully tried to rescue me. "Jimbo," he said using a nickname I revile, "did you notice what nice legs Shelly has?" His hand was calming stroking her thigh. 

My dick got harder still. Shelly kept glancing down at the slowly growing stain.

"You should take it out." She said at last, and I know I turned ten shades of red.

"Go on," Sully said joining her. As long as it's not bigger than mine," he laughed raucously at this witticism. 

"It's okay James; this jerk told me about my birthday present last night."

"It . . . it's all right with you?" I was flustered, no doubt about it.

"Umm, I'm looking forward to err, my present. May I open the package?"

Sully laughed hard, then chugged his beer down and burped. "What a girl," he said.

"Slob," she retaliated, frowning at him. "James? May I?"

"Be my guest," I managed to croak, not believing the situation.

Shelly's fingers slid my zipper down, slowly, careful not to catch my dick in the zipper, like in that funny movie, Something About Mary.

Using her fingers like a tweezers, she edged it out and clasped it in her hand.

"He's got a nice thick cock, Jack," she said matter-of-factly.

I concluded they were both crazy. For that matter, so was I for being there with them!

Shelly was staring at my dick, and then she looked me in the eye and asked, "Do you mind?" It was more a purr than verbalization. I nodded and her head dipped. I knew where her lips were headed. 

Sully rose up and pulled his shirt off, then rid himself of his slacks, shoes and socks, while I struggled to remove my shirt as . . . 

****

"Velvet, is this offensive?" I asked.

"No," she quickly responded, "not at all. In fact," she said, covering my hand on her knee, "I find it quite stimulating."

So I continued with the story . . .

**** I just gave in to her as she moved her head further down, until it was lying on my stomach. She stayed there for several moments, staring at my blood-gorged dick, watching her hand idly stroking it. Then she drifted down and gave me a tentative lick. I went rigid.

"Easy," she whispered, licking me again. Then she kissed it, lovingly.

"He is bigger than you Jack. Both ways."

"The fuck you say!" And Sully leaned in for a closer look, holding himself in his right hand.

"Umm," she said slurping along the tip of my cock. "Got all his precum already. Tastes a little different than you. Maybe saltier, but I'm not sure," Shelly enveloped three full inches into her mouth and gave a satisfied groan. I groaned too.

Remembering my manners, I said, "Listen, if you don't want to do this, we don't have to."

There was a popping sound as she released me from where I'd been poking her cheek. 

"What ever gave you that idea?" and with a furrowed brow, Shelly asked: "You don't like me?" 

"No, no!" I said, "I mean, you're nice looking, and I like you, but . . ."

Sully moved closer, he was choking his chicken. It looked about done.

"It's my tits, isn't it?"

"No, not at all."

She looked at my dick and saw it was still hard and firm, and gave it a tentative suck, her eyes fixed on mine.

"Show 'em hon," Sully said, goading her. Show him your pussy too."

"Yeah," she said, somewhat puzzled. "Maybe my being dressed bothers him," and she got up and quickly undressed. Then she stood over me; her chest was almost as flat as mine. Her hands pulled on her nipples until they were hard and taut. Her eyes were closed. Sully knelt at her feet, pried her legs apart and kissed her pussy. I got rid of the rest of my clothing and sat down to watch them.

"Umm, I like that," she sighed.

"Get down on the couch, hon," Sully said gently. "Suck his cock. He wants you too."

Shelly looked at me through half lidded eyes as Sully's tongue busily lapped at her. Her knees folded slowly, like a ladder being put away, Sully rolled in behind her and continued eating her as she renewed her blowjob.

Shelly demonstrated great enthusiasm for sex, and I found her to be a great kisser; one of the best I've ever known. Her tongue traced along my lower lip first, then my upper before sliding into my starving mouth. Our tongues fluttered against each other as her hand slid down my chest, and across my stomach. Her fingers scratched lightly at my pubic hair, then slid around my dick to cup my balls. She squeezed them gently, then slid her hand up to my knobby head and wrapped her fingers firmly around me. Tantalizingly, it glided up and down my glistening length, pumping me slowly as we continued our kiss. 

It seemed like forever, but Shelly finally broke our kiss; her finger playfully toyed with the head of my cock as she captured a drop of precum and brought it to my lips. I tasted me, and smiling at her, pinched her nipple. She kissed my chest, and then bit my nipples in turn.

"You do like me, don't you?"

"You bet I like you. You give great head, Shelly."

I could hear Sully munching away below me. "Yes, Lover," Shelly moaned to him, "find the spot Lover, that's it, find the . . ."

A violent shudder shook Shelly's entire body. For a second I thought she was having a seizure, but her pleasure was obvious. I realized she was coming hard from Sully's skillful mouth and tongue.

"Are you okay Shelly?" I asked as the tremors slowed.

"Ohhhh, yeah," she purred. "I'm feeling fine . . ." Her hand was wound in Sully's hair. "Baby, that was terrific," she hummed.

"How's our friend," he asked.

"I got there first. We have plenty of time, don't we?"

"Jimbo?"

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Umm, I think this present is going to be my best ever," she giggled.

"James would you like me to finish that blowjob, or would you rather fuck me while I blow Jack?"

Stunned by this conversation, I managed to say, "I think a lady should finish what she starts."

She squealed delightedly, "I think love you!" She kissed me then kissed Sully. "And I love you too, you big lug, thank you for my present. Now let's see, if I get on the couch like this, and James lies back there, yes, like that . . . I think doggy-style would work Jack. What do you think?"

"Good," he said preparing to mount her from behind.

"Ain't anybody gonna ask me what I think?" I said feigning being left out.

"So do you want her to suck your dick or what?" Sully said as he prepared to enter Shelly from behind even though he was only semi-erect.

"Suck my cock, Baby! I shouted, throwing a leg along the top of the couch.

Shelly's hand grasped the base of my dick and brought it to her greedy mouth, paused and said, "I didn't like giving head before I met Jack. Now I love it," and plunged down on my shaft. 

I reveled in the sensation of her hummingbird  like tongue fluttering over the head of my dick and moaned.

"Yeah, he's with the program," Sully panted, as he began pounding furiously against Shelly's rear end. I could hear his balls slapping her ass and felt her arm wriggling downward between our stomachs and realized Shelly was going to finger herself.

"He taught you good baby!" I groaned as her mouth closed down on the tip of my cock and sucked enthusiastically, never taking more than four inches into her small mouth. I felt overwhelmed by the heat of her tongue gliding around and around my dick. I arched my back and started to buck.




Sully Ch. 02



"He's gonna cum Jack!" Shelly gasped then kissed the tip once more before sliding her lips over the head and devouring me. I used one hand to push her head down upon me; the other caressed her shoulder. We were all rocking from Sully's relentless fucking. The sweat literally flew from his hair, landing on Shelly's back and my chest and face.

Shelly was making these small circles around my dick-head, bobbing slowly up and down my shaft. My balls tightened and I knew I was about to blow tubes. 

"Shelly, I . . ."

She stopped moving, looked up at me, her eyes shining with lust. Then she flicked the head with her tongue two times and I erupted. She pounced on my dick again, her cheeks deep hollows as she sucked, then she was bobbing rapidly, tongue flapping madly. I didn't stand a chance. I came in thick, copious spurts. My fingers twined in her hair, holding her there in place while I groaned and thrashed at my release. The sound of her gulping, then swallowing my load was deafening to my ears. Throughout it all we never broke eye contact.

I collapsed and rolled out from under her, off the couch and onto the floor, content for the moment to concentrate on her face, her lovely lust ridden face. Shelly rested her head on her arms, hunched her ass a little higher to enable Sully's deeper penetration of her gleaming gash, now visible to me for brief instants. 

Shelly peeked back under herself to see what was happening. And I imagined what she must be feeling as I saw Sully's huge balls swing back and forth as he pummeled her. It must have been good, for she was grunting each time he hammered it in, and she made this tiny sound as if she was losing something beautiful each time he pulled back.

Sully was definitely enjoying himself, calling to her, asking her if she was coming yet. Asking if he was her big man. To each of his licentious questions, she gave the same response.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes."

Then she began to babble as her orgasm neared, "Two cocks! Oh, God yes! Two long, hot cocks . . ."

"Come here Jimbo," Sully commanded. I got up and approached him.

He slowed his fucking dramatically and Shelly began to whine.

"Fuck you Shelly," he growled, then spread her ass cheeks. "Wet a finger or two in her snatch and stick them up her ass."

Shelly cried out despairingly. "No! Sully you promised!"

I did as he asked; ignoring her complaint, pressing a finger into her tight asshole and realized Shelly was playing with herself even as Sully resumed his fucking. I marveled at the jiggling of her ass cheeks, another Kodak moment  and tried unsuccessfully to insert a second finger. My index finger was in a vise-like grip, nothing else was going in there for now. Shelly started crying and gasping for breath. I heard a squishy noise and realized it was the sound of his still thrusting penis, pounding in and out of her. 

Suddenly, Shelly was screaming, "Come on, lover... fuck the shit out of me!"

And even as she yelled, Sully began laughing, yelling back at her, "No one's fucking your ass, I'm up your hole, bitch!"

"Fuck. Fuck . . . Fuck!" She continued, then glanced at me and lewdly giggled, "It's your buddy that's up my ass you son of a bitch, come on now, get me off!"

She must have seemed like quicksand to Sully, surrounding him as he used his last energy to help them both come together. Then Shelly was bucking against him struggling to breathe through her mouth. Her nostrils flared as she struggled to get enough air. Sully increased his tempo, grunting and groaning as he jabbed himself in and out of her. Evidently Shelly hadn't been fucked like this in a long, long time. Shelly threw her head back and wailed her neck muscles were taunt and corded. 

"Oh!" She screamed, "Here it comes! Oooooh . . . Fuck me baby! Sully darlin'  fuck me . . . "

"Shit! I'm cummmming like crazy!" 

Her hand was a blur as she continued fingering her clit. Sully pulled out and his ejaculate soared over her body, the first line landing on her neck. The rest were not as powerful, merely splattering over her buttocks. Sully collapsed alongside me on the floor and we watched Shelly's expressions as her climax subsided.

"Jesus, Jack," she said softly, "my pussy feels like a swamp!"

"Smells like one too," he teased in typical Sully fashion. She giggled at his weak joke and I watched his come trickle out of her. We lay there for a few minutes resting and waiting to see who would make the next move. Finally someone said, "Let's get into the shower." 

I found out later it was me. I never recognized my voice.

Continued.



Sully Ch. 03



"I'll get us some beers," Sully said as he ambled off to the kitchen while Shelly and I lay entwined, too tired and too relaxed to move.

"Ah shit!" Sully's voice reverberated throughout the apartment.

"What?" We called out in unison.

"There ain't no more fuckin' beer."

Shelly giggled and I laughed, calling out, "Go get some, you're the host at this party."

"Yeah, yeah," he called out from the other room, keep your pants on." then he cackled at his own humor and shambled into the bedroom searching for his pants and wallet.

"I'll be only be gone a couple minutes hon."

"Okay, but you don't have to go. We have wine and some scotch left you know."

"A guy needs his beer. I'm an ass not to have bought more."

I remained quiet.

Shelly got up and gave Sully a hug and a long sloppy kiss. I returned to the bedroom and heard the door close. 

Moments later, Shelly scampered in and wrapped her fingers around my erection and saucily squealed, "Let's hit the shower Jimbo," and playfully used her grip to guide me into the bathroom. I went willingly, squeezing her ass all the way.

We were in the shower without the water running. Shelly was amusing herself jerking me off. When she discovered the cream coating my cock, she took a fit of giggling and increased her movements making wonderful squishing sounds and priming me for another climax. 

I turned the shower on and a hot, pulsing stream of water splashed across our bodies, enveloping us in billows of steam, I kissed her, really for the first time and Shelly responded, her tongue gently dueling with mine. I kissed her neck and listened to her moan. 

I traced the little swirls of her ear with my tongue and sucked the lobe tenderly in and out of my mouth as she squeezed my rigid cock. I didn't want to come this way, so I disengaged her hand and began licking the space between her almost non-existent tits.

Shelly responded by groaning aloud.

"Oh, God... I love that! I never... "

My mouth and tongue went lower, along her rib cage and I felt her tremble.

"Jimbo!"

"Like this?"

"God yes!" She hissed through clenched teeth.

As I knelt on the shower floor beneath her, Shelly leaned against the tiled wall, then lifted her right leg and draped it over my shoulder. Her pussy gaped open in front of me and I mashed my mouth against it. 

I helped support her by gripping the cheeks of her ass and pulling her closer to me. Alternating between gentle sucks and light flicking tongue licks I covered her cunt, mixing her juices with my salvia. She responded by emitting a long "Mmmmmm" from deep within her throat. My thumb found her engorged clit and teased it as I sucked harder on her inner folds. Shelly's legs began to tremble. My tongue went deep.

"Oh, Christ!"

"Something wrong?"

"Fuck no! It's... perfect... I'm... so close..."

I took a firmer grip on the soft flesh of her cheeks and pulled her hips tighter against my face, while parting her fleshy folds with my tongue and darting deeply inside her. She grunted, then her breath caught, and suddenly she was gasping for air, her hands wrapped in my hair, pulling my head tightly against her as she ground her cunt against my face. 

I groaned from both pain and delight. She was literally gushing juice that tasted like honey to me. My tongue feasted on her sopping crevice, pressing in and out, in and out, lapping at her clit with each withdrawal. Shelly's hips ground and rotated with increasing urgency, thrashing against my face as she began to cum.

"Oh yes! Yes!"

Her whole body seemed to be vibrating.

"Ummmmmmmm! That's it!"

"Uh huh! Yes! Like that! Ohhhhh, shit yes!"

Her thighs held me in a vise-like grip as the water cascaded off us.

"Feels so fucking good!"

Suddenly, the tight walls of her cunt contracted around my tongue. I pulled it out, captured her clit between my lips, and began to suck. Each time I drew her clit in, I felt her body spasm, and knew she was coming. Shelly thrust her mound against my mouth one last time and screamed her release.

"Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh huh! I'm... gonna... Oh, you mother fucker! Sweet Jesus!"

I moved away to watch. Deprived of my mouth, her hand flew to her cunt and a finger became a blur before my eyes as she strummed her clit.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

Her back arched as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her, while I knelt before her.

At last, Shelly's moans subsided and the tenseness in her body eased. She slumped against the shower wall, still gasping for air. On my knees in front of her, my tongue returned to lavishing soothing care on her labia, teasing; caressing; calming. A seemingly endless flow of juices trickled from her to my lips and face.

"You okay?" I smiled up at her.

"Mmmmmmm," she purred, "I'm a hell of a lot better than okay!"

My tongue gave her a lascivious lick and she shivered. "James... that was incredible!"

"It was my pleasure madam."

Shelly chuckled, and hugged me tight. We stood cocooned in each other's arms, rocking under the hot spray for five or ten minutes before hearing the door slam and Sully calling out to us.

We took turns toweling one another off and drinking the beers Sully handed to us.

"Must have been quite a shower you guys took, eh?"

"Jack... it was the greatest. Your buddy has got to have the world's greatest tongue.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah! I'm still cumming, Jack." Shelly pointed to her thigh. "Lookit!" Her juices continued to seep from her cunt.

"Christ," he said, "I thought you took the shower to get cleaned up."

Her eyebrows shot up as she carefully appraised his remark, then after considering her reply she calmly said, "Shit happens."

We all laughed at that and made our way back to the bedroom to fuck some more.

Shelly, holding a towel between her legs to absorb her excess flow, pushed me onto my back and said, "Close your eyes, lie still... and enjoy. It's my turn, now," and she lowered her body onto mine and kissed me, her tongue fluttered over my lower lip, followed by a series of soft, gentle kisses across my face to my throat. 

I shivered as her teeth nipped me in places I'd never thought as sexually stimulating. She kissed me over my chest and ribs, ignoring my nipples for some reason, and just when I was about to request some treatment there I felt the flick of her tongue on my left tit. The sensation was so exquisite, I arched my back and moaned. 

She played with both nipples drawing each into and out of her mouth with a pulsing rhythm. I writhed beneath her, clenching the sheets with each of my hands.

I was aware of Sully behind her, his hand busy with her body, but I couldn't tell if he was up her snatch or her ass, or both, but she was grunting with satisfaction as she made her way down to my knees, calves and finally, my ankles. 

When her mouth left my legs, I felt a momentary twinge of disappointment, which was quickly replaced by a sheer pleasure as her tongue suddenly swirled around the head of my cock!

I looked down to see Shelly licking the tip, smearing my pre-come all over; tracing, caressing and stroking. Her fingers encircled the base of my prick, while her tongue massaged the underside, hand and mouth working up and down as one. She rotated her fingers slightly, so they slithered around me with every rise and fall.

My moistened cock gleamed in the dim light momentarily, before vanishing down her throat. My hips were rising and falling on the mattress as if tuned to a metronome. Shelly took the opportunity to cup my ass cheeks in her hands as her mouth quickened its tempo on my prick. She closed her eyes as she licked the head of my dick, seeming to savor the taste, before gulping down several inches of it. 

I ran my fingers through her hair and breathed unevenly as her warm, insistent lips sucked me persistently.

"Oh God, that's it, suck it," I cried, "I've never had anybody suck my cock like this!"

I knew Sully was bringing her to a climax on the other end because she was making those, "Uh huh, Uh huh," sounds with increasing frequency. The bedroom echoed with the sound of our grunts and moans. I could hear Sully's fingers sloshing through the sodden folds of her cunt and the sexy slurping sound of her lips and tongue as she sucked me off. 

Shelly changed her pattern, now speeding up the pace over my cock ending each stroke by allowing the head slip from her mouth with a wanton, liquid pop.

I was about to erupt when she suddenly stopped and slapped my cock hard, the way a nurse is trained to do in the hospital.

"What the fuck?" My cock had lost its rigidity and was leaning like the Tower of Pisa.

"I want that sweet cock of yours inside me and I want it now!"

"I was just about..."

"Did you hear me?" And as she spoke, her fingers raked suggestively through her pubic hair.

Sully was laughing, holding himself out for us to admire. I could have cared less and I don't think Shelly paid him any attention either. She repositioned herself, kneeling near the head of the bed, placing her hands flat against the wall, arms extended, her body bent forward at the waist. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled mischievously.

"My ass is all yours kind Sir. Please don't hurt me... too much," and giggling like a schoolgirl, she spread her cheeks apart.

So that's what Sully had been up to! Her ass hole was open wide and well lubricated. I snuggled up close and found my dick had hardened considerably.

"Why shouldn't I hurt you?"

"Didn't I just give you great head?"

"You played with me, bitch," I said and smacked her right cheek.

"Ohh!"

"Did it hurt Shelly?" Sully asked.

"Yes, he hits harder than you."

"Oh?"

"But then you're never mad at me. I think I hurt his..."

Shelly's eyes flashed as I plunged deep into her ass, wrapping my arms around her waist too keep her in place.

"Ahhhhh!"

Her ass was so tight... so tight... so hot... so tight... and then the walls of her rectum closed tightly around my cock as I tried to force it in further.

"Oh! Stop it! Oh! Oh! James, I think you're gonna rip me..."

"Shut up and fuck! Wriggle that ass. Help me hit bottom."

I still believe it was that last thing, about hitting bottom that did it. Shelly went ape shit, reaching down to help guide me into her deepest darkness as she shook that ass as I'd asked.

She closed her eyes and leaned back into my chest, guttural sounds emanating from her throat.

"You're in, you're in! That feels so good. Don't stop." She murmured hoarsely as I began to pull on her nipples. Sully positioned himself directly in front of her and was tormenting her by slapping her face with his cock. Shelly was up for the game and attempted to capture it with her mouth. Eventually, Sully let her grip him and she started sucking him with wild abandon.

Shelly's breath quickened, small moans escaped her lips.

By this time my eight inches was fully up her hole and Shelly shifted her legs a little for balance and to enjoy the fruits of my labor within her.

I looked down at her hips and slowly pulled out until only the head of my cock was still inside her. With Sully firmly embedded in her mouth, she reached behind her to pull my ass cheeks into her hands, tugging them to her while her own hips gyrated back against me.

I slammed my meat into her.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!"

"Want it harder?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

After a tantalizing pause, I slammed it into her as deeply as I could, wringing another cry from her. I began to move with faster strokes. Her legs trembled and I think the only thing preventing her collapse was the anticipation of a huge climax.

Sully came; pulling away from her mouth he spewed a long thick, grayish rope directly into her face and hair. I reached under her, fingers roving through her pubic ringlets, and found her tiny, throbbing clit. My cock ached and throbbed, I expect her clit must have felt the same. 

Oops! Too much fucking around! I took too long a stroke, and I'm all the way out of her ass. Looking down I see I'm as hard as a rock and her asshole is all dilated from my fucking. I put it back in and push my full length into her. Shelly groaned and Sully laughed that nasty laugh of his.

Shelly let out a squeal each time I penetrated her. Naturally I increased the tempo, pulling all the way out and driving all the way back in again. The feeling was incredibly intense. 

Suddenly I had Sully alongside me, "Pull out," he said to me.

"Why?" I groan, disappointed.

"I just wanna see her asshole and how far you stretched it."

I did, and he took his time checking Shelly out; I saw her fingers feverously working her sopping pussy and grew impatient to get back to slamming it into her. I recall thinking there was nothing as decadent as fucking a woman's asshole, when there's a perfectly willing, unused pussy right below it.

"Put it back in Jimbo," Sully huffed.

"About fucking time," Shelly groaned. "Fuck me Superman, come on, lay some pipe to me!"

I wriggled it back in, but lost my rhythm and found myself using jerky stabbing strokes, although I am deep in her guts.

Shelly's talking dirty to me now. In a sort of half pleading, half-demanding tone of voice, she's saying, "C'mon, c'mon. I need you to cum in my ass!"

Sully chimed in too. "Fuck that tight hole Jimbo, come on, rock it to her!"

"Fuck my ass, Jimmy! Yeah, yeah ... c'mon, FUCK my asshole!"

I couldn't hold out any longer, I had to cum. I unleashed a tremendous load and filled her darkened orifice as she humped back at me. It was probably the strongest cum of my life and I collapsed on top of her, drained physically and emotionally. 

Shelly didn't seem too much the worse for the wear, but we were both sweaty and my dick had shit smears on it.

Sully opened another beer and laughed at us as we trudged into the shower again. This time we washed each other and got the hell out without fooling around.

After another beer, I lay back on the bed and watched as an aroused Sully screwed Shelly from behind, both of them obviously deriving great pleasure as he drove his prick into her with jackhammer-like strokes.

His hands left red welts on her pale skin as he used her hips to pull her back onto his stiff prick. Riding her like a wild bronco, her small tits jiggled slightly in time with his strokes. The sound of his balls slapping against her pussy drove him on, and recharged my batteries as well. After they both came, I got them beers and we sat around making light conversation.

Shelly sat with her legs apart, revealing her battered cunt to both of us.

"Whew! My twat is getting sore from all this special handling fella's."

Sully grinned, "Happy Birthday Baby."

"Yeah," I said, "Happy Birthday. And many more of the same." All the while hoping there'd be another time like this.

Taking a closer look at Shelly's snatch, I noticed traces of semen visible on her thighs. "Look Sully," I pointed. We all laughed and Shelly got up to clean herself off.

When she returned, I was horny again, but could tell she needed a rest. Sully sensed this too and began reminiscing about having sex with her after they'd first met.

"Oh yeah, one of the first times we made it, she used ice cubes on my balls to revive me. The contrast of her warm mouth sucking and nibbling with the ice cube pressed right up under my balls... Oh, man, it was out of this world. You know, Shelly tells me I'm the only man in the world she'll do this with."

"Then," Sully continued, "as soon as I've started to show signs of life, she'll start reaming my asshole while her hand is wrapped around my cock. She just squeezes it every once and a while. I'm usually a wild man after about five minutes and have never lasted more than ten - even if I never get hard. If I do get hard, Shelly will either fuck or suck the orgasm right out of me."

I looked at Shelly as I got up to get us another round of beers and she nodded her head affirmatively, supporting Jack's story. I put a sad expression on my face at stared at her.

"You heard him," she said. "He's the lucky guy, and the only guy." Then she giggled, "Maybe I'll do something unique with you."

"Is that a promise?"

"We'll see."

As we finished off our beers I found myself studying Shelly. Sully was watching her too, both of us taking in her beauty, both of us wanting her. She noticed our newly risen erections and languidly reached out for us to come closer to her.

We did. She closed her eyes as we drew near.

I reached out and ran my fingers along her jaw line, down her throat to her chest, and began to run small circles around her nipples. She gasped, but didn't open her eyes. I glanced at Sully he stood by quietly watching me, a shit-eating grin on his face. 

Shelly opened her eyes and grasped both our dicks. "God knows what I'm gonna do with all this meat," she giggled.

"Mind if I play with your little titties?" I said, my voice was dry and husky.

"Be my guest," she said shyly.

Placing my arm around her shoulder, I bent low to lick the tops of her almost non-existent breast.

"They're small tits," Sully said in a low tone, reading my mind. "I know they're small tits. But as soon as I can save enough money, we agreed she's getting a boob job."

"But you love 'em like they are, don't you honey?" Shelly asked Sully pensively, her finger trilling its way around my ear.

"I certainly do, and I think Jimbo here loves them too. What about it man?"

I continued toying with her nipples, brushed my tongue between her breasts. Shelly trembled at this.

"They are marvelous right now. Shelly, do you really think enlarging them will be an improvement?"

"Sure," said Sully.

"Well..." Shelly said uncertainly.

"How big are you gonna make 'em Shelly?"

"I don't know. It's kinda up to Jack..."

"I think a set of 38's would be great," Sully offered.

"I wonder," I said.

"What? Why?" Shelly asked.

I played with her nipples briefly before responding.

"What size are you now?"

"Umm, I wear a 32 A Bra."

"You shouldn't go to more than a 34 B or C."

"What!" Sully bellowed.

"Well, my advice is to talk to the doctor first, and be sure to get a competent one, but I think Shelly's frame would be distorted carrying 38's. I mean, do you want her to be freakish like Dolly Parton?"

"I don't want to look like her," Shelly said and began to cry.

"Damn it! Look what you've gone and done."

"Hey, Sully, I didn't mean..."

"Leave him alone Jack," she waved her arm at him. "He's being honest."

"Shelly?"

"Yes?"

"It might help if you showed Jack some photos of some women with 34 B's or C's."

"Maybe you're right," she said wiping her arm across her face.

"You ARE willing to look aren't you?" I said, shooting him a warning look.

"Of course I am! I love my girl, wouldn't hurt her for the world."

Shelly sniffed and then gave us both a glimpse of her beautiful smile.

"You two! She said and reached for a pile of People magazines. "I think there are some good examples in here."

As she thumbed through the first magazine Sully and I exchanged looks. It was a silent agreement he'd look, but remain uncommitted. It was good enough for me.

Then, as I had hoped, he recanted after seeing several movie stars hanging out of low-cut dresses and hearing that they were in the 34-cup category.

"You see Jack," she said, "it's like I've been telling you, it's not the 36, or 38 size that matters, it's the cup size; A, B, C, or D.

"Hey, Shelly," I said, breaking into her conversation, "enough about your tits."

She covered them with her palms and giggled shyly.

"How 'bout I get a good look at your twat. Maybe that needs to be addressed too."

They both cracked up at this, as if it were the funniest thing ever, eliminating the tension that had been mounting. Then Shelly lay back and unabashedly spread her legs as if I were her gynecologist and separated her labia with her fingers, letting me have as good a look as I ever have, before or since.




Sully Ch. 03



"Have you ever slept with two women?" She asked as I was examining her, my nose very close to her sleeping clit.

I had to say yes, because I had.

"Go on, Jimbo, tell her about it," Sully prodded me, using a nickname he knew I didn't care for. He caught my glare, chuckled and got up to refresh our drinks. As he was leaving the room he turned and over his shoulder said, "Hearing sexy stories always makes her horny."

Shelly and I started to chuckle at this and soon were laughing as hard as we could, like two silly kids. So I told her the story about my threesome with a mother and daughter.



Sully Ch. 04



Note: Original chapter 4 previously submitted as I Do ... Both Mother & Daughter is missing from this sequence. It is highly recommended and may be read as a stand-a-lone. Sully continues ...

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"Jesus! James, that was hotter than hot!" Shelly said and took a long pull at her Budweiser. 

"You liked it huh?"

"Wow!"

Sully chimed in, "Told you."

"So you did, so you did." I drained my beer and headed to the fridge for another round. When I returned, Shelly was kneeling between Sully's legs, examining his cock. I was curious myself and saw that head of his cock was like a small apple, with a deep cleft at the bottom of his glans that flared up like a big giant mushroom. She continued to play with it and eventually his precum oozed out and dribbled like honey over her questing finger tips as Shelly caressed the knob. 

"Oh, yeah," he chanted over and over.

I watched her tighten her grip, and smile as her wrist jerked the round, heavy roll of foreskin up and down his cock. I was erect again watching as she rolled his foreskin back up over the head. 

Shelly looked at me and laughed. Sully's eyes were closed, he was definitely enjoying this slow masturbation.

"He's so . . . sticky," she laughed, "see?"

What I saw was her outstretched legs, inviting me to stroke her fire down below as she worked his engine up topside.

"Touch me, please," she whispered. 

I began to rub her nipple using slow, tantalizing circles as she reached out and gripped my dick too. She lay back, relaxed against the pillows, pumping both our pricks and occasionally leaning over and licked them in turn.

Sully's fingers found her cunt and delved inside.

The room was filled with soft moans as the three of us moved toward yet another climax. Shelly drew in her breath. "I've always wondered what it would be like to do this," she whispered.

"And?" Sully asked.

"It's fucking fantastic!" She leaned forward and kissed him. It was a long, languid kiss --- pure love. I felt like an intruder except she had such a tight grip on my dick that I knew I belonged.

Shelly began to pump his cock with long strokes from the base to the tip, milking him with increasing pressure. Her hand movements blurred as she stared at his bulging prick, waiting to see the juice squirt. I remained motionless, content to witness her ministering to him.

We all felt Sully's body writhe as he lunged upwards, driving his cock harder into her hand, his cock jumping in her pounding fist, spurted. Not squirt after squirt, as one might expect, but one continuous stream of cum onto her thighs. As Sully was groaning out the last of his great ejaculation, Shelly took me back into tow and started to bring me off too. Her delicate fingers traced the thickened skin of my balls, scratching at the rough surface there, while her other hand moved into high gear on my quivering cock. I was coming and aimed my load at her face and exploded. It clung like gelatin globules to her nose and hair as she shook with laughter.

"Now that's the nasty, right there," she said and used her fingers to scoop up a glob and place it daintily on the tip of her tongue. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to have some of my birthday cake now. She found another glob in her hair and swallowed it. Got to have something sweet to follow that with, she laughed, rose to her feet and went into the kitchen.

"Sully," I said, "I'm all fucked out. Will I ruin the party if I leave?"

"Have some cake first, okay?"

"Sure. Christ, I can't believe what happened here."

"Hey, when you're hot, you're hot."

Shelly called us out to the table where huge slices of cake awaited us. We scarped them up and after Sully burped contentedly, I knelt down on the floor and moved between Shelly's thighs. 

"Gotta pay my final respects to the birthday girl," I mumbled.

"Oh, another present?"

"Kinda."

"Wonderful. Gonna do it here in the kitchen?"

"Does it matter?"

"No way. Go for it James. Get down and dirty."

She shrieked with joy as my tongue grazed her flank. Then I was licking her stomach, wriggling my tongue around in her navel. Before long her hands were guiding me, pushing me lower. I wanted to taste her again. I could feel her wiry pubic hair against my chin and then my tongue delved into her juicy and she was chanting, "Yes . . . baby! Eat my cunt . . . Eat me, James!"

She was sloppy wet. As I ate her I tried to remember a woman with so much juice running out of her pussy as Shelly did and drew a blank.

Sully opened another beer and toasted us as we went at it. I grunted and stood up, lifting Shelly in the process, only to set her ass on the table and push her down. Her legs went up around my shoulders as I continued to devour her pussy. 

She was screaming now, hips jerking spasmodically. Sully held her head to protect her from hurting herself. She was pulling on my hair so hard I thought I'd lose clumps of to her.

She was coming and demanded that one of us fuck her. "Give it to me! Now, now, now!" She tried to yank my face from her crotch and succeeded. Once again, I lifted her up.

"Wrap those fuckin' legs around m, I'm gonna fuck your brains out!" I screamed in her face.

"Oh, yeah! Do it! Do it! Do it!"

My dick was poking her right in the stomach just above her pubic hair began.

"Come on James, stick your cock in me and fuck me until I can't walk. Come on, you fucker!"

Holding her up with one hand, I walked us both to the wall and using it for support decided to fuck the living shit out of her. I lowered my cock until the head was just grazing her swollen cunt lips. As the head of my dick eased into her, Shelly opened her mouth and our tongue searched for each other. The kiss lasted a long time and we were both breathless from fucking when it ended. I held her pinioned against the wall, my hands kneading her ass, my dick grinding against pubic hair.

"You know . . ." I gasped, "you've got the greatest looking ass I've ever seen." 

"Can . . . you see it from there?" she giggled and bit my neck, then my shoulder as I pounded away at her. Her legs wrapped around me like a boa constrictor. She was sloppy wet and I kept sliding out of her, but she was determined and kept putting me back.

She bit my ear and I yelped while she gave out a dirty laugh. Her eyes rolled back as she came. Our thighs were soaked with her juice. She was coming again as I bottomed out inside her. I knew I was a long way from finishing and that I had one of my 'forever' hardons, rock hard and long lasting. I was fucking her like a madman, slamming her ass into the wall and laughing when she grunted from the force of the contact. Squishy noises filled the room and she told Sully that she had died and gone to heaven. 

Sully laughed at the two of us, even as the dishes rattled on the shelves from our effort. It was tiresome holding her upright, but she wasn't about to stop her thrusting, nor me my pounding. It felt so fucking good. Time passed, it seemed we'd been fucking for hours. Shelly started to cum again and cried out in disappointment when I pulled out of her. 

"Let's get you leaning over the fucking table," I croaked.

"Anywhere, anytime! You're a god damn fuckin' machine James."

Pulling her close, I kissed her hungry mouth, thanking her for the compliment. Then she promptly positioned herself on the table and looking down at my slimy dick, said, "Put it in Jim." 

"Mr. Nasty at your service, lady."

In no time at all she was bucking against me and breathing through her mouth. Her nostrils flared and she snorted as if she couldn't get enough air. 

"Fuck her Jimbo!" Sully yelled as if I was a rodeo cowboy.

But I tried. Her legs were wrapped vise-like around my waist, and as we fucked I watched the perspiration form on her breasts and chest. I increased the tempo grunting and groaning each time we crashed against one another. Every few moments, she'd arch up off the table and drill herself on to my rock-hard cock.

"Oh, Christ, Oh, Christ!" she cried, "world-class fuck! Oh, fuck MEEEEEE!"

The table wobbled beneath us and I feared it would collapse. But it hung in there for us. Shelly threw her head back and wailed, her neck muscles grew taut and corded. Her thighs tensed up, squeezing my waist and hips. My dick cock felt like it was going to fall off any second, but I wasn't close to coming. With Shelly, it was a different story. She couldn't stop coming. Finally I collapsed on top of her. She wriggled out from under me and pulled me to the floor. My dick was bright red and shiny with her juice.

"Can I interest you in a sixty-nine, Shelly?" Sully asked, lying down beside us. She didn't respond, but rotated her ass to accommodate his face while putting a knee on either side of his head. Sully was sporting a pretty good woody after watching all the action and she gobbled it up, in fact, her mouth never left his cock after that. For that matter, Sully attacked her cunt ferociously, covering her entire mound with his lips as his tongue snaked all over her slimy cunt lips . . . her clitoris . . . her labia . . . and her cunt, as she sucked his dick with renewed passion.

I moved in from behind and had her ass spread wide, teasing her puckered little asshole. Finally I plunged my tongue into her ass.

Shelly's head snapped out of his groin, but she kept the tip in her mouth and yelled, "JESUS, YESSSS!"

"Like it baby?" I couldn't help but ask.

"YESSSSS! Oh, YESSSSS! Eat my cunt! Oh! Oh! Eat my ass!

Sully took his mouth away long enough to ask if she was coming.

"I . . . I've never stopped coming!" She sobbed. 

I realized she'd been crying for the last few minutes. She rolled away from him, gasping for breath. "I ...I think my heart's gonna stop!" She sobbed, trying to catch her breath.

Sully would have none of it. He grabbed her hips and raised her ass high enough to provide him with an angle to her sodden cunt. 

She slumped down.

He wouldn't quit, instead he pulled her to her knees and stuck his dick into her. He just held it in her, his stomach right up against her ass as he too tried to regain his breath.

"My God, Sully!" Shelly cried out.

"What is it?" Both Sully and I asked.

"Your cock . . ."

"What about my cock?"

"It's . . . getting harder!"

That suggestion worked as well as hocus-pocus ever did. Sully fucked her like a maniac and didn't stop until she had come several more times and was begging him to stop.

Pulling out, Sully finished himself off, dripping his cum onto her shoulder blades as she lay on the floor, semi-conscious.

Me and Sully had another round of beers and I said that I had never been so well fucked in my life. Sully had a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Maybe we should celebrate like this every year on your birthday, huh, Shelly?"

Maybe," she said with a weak grin on her face. "All I know is, I'm sore and I can't remember anyone making me this sore before."

I placed my hand on her cunt. It felt like a swamp.

"No, don't," she said. "It really hurts."

"Does that mean I don't get any tomorrow?" Sully said impishly.

"It is tomorrow, you ass," she replied, playfully slapping his arm.

I began to dress and they sat and watched. When I finished Shelley beckoned me over and fished my limp dick out one more time. "So long, my friend," she said and gently kissed it, then restored him to his proper place.

It was a few months before I saw them again. But that's another story.

Meanwhile, back at the bar, Velvet said in a quivering voice, "My God, I can't believe how hot that was."

I mouthed the question, "Really? And my hand reached the upper part of her thigh unimpeded.

"Yeah, go ahead," Velvet breathed hotly against my face, "I think I'm gonna come as soon as you touch me there."

My finger closed the distance to her cunt and found it moistened as it slipped inside.

"You two are making me crazy," Sammy croaked. "Let's get the fuck out of here," and he threw a twenty on the bar.

"He's right." She said, squirming around on my finger.

I hadn't expected this of Velvet.

"Okay, but Sammy . . . I'm sorry, three's a crowd."

"Shit!"

"James?"

"Yes, Velvet?"

"Three's just right. That story has me so hot I'm gonna need the two of you to service me. Hell, maybe I'll have to call an escort service before I'm satisfied tonight!" 

And she groped both our dicks before we made our way from the bar. And to think I had ventured in the bar looking to renew old times. 

Outside, I quickly steered her into a darkened doorway and pulled her against me. My hands dropped down and caressed her pliant body through her dress. Velvet put her hand on my ass and guided me into her delightful rear end. I was in heaven as my cock bore against her ass. There was no pretense of talk, I was dry humping her ass, nuzzling the hollow of her neck and manhandling her breasts. Sammy lit a cigarette and nervously stood guard as Velvet moaned and wriggled against my hardon. I maneuvered her dress high enough that I could slip a finger under it and into her. Her knees buckled and she leaned against me, her collapse prevented by my holding her up. She was dripping honey. I looked around and realized Sammy was giving me the hurry up sign and then I saw the patrol car that had turned the corner and was heading in our direction. I moved toward my car, supporting Velvet. They passed by without glancing at us. Velvet had recovered some and leaned against my Mustang. 

"How do we get to your place baby," Sammy asked, ever the practical one.

She wrote her address down. There was a slight logistical problem in that we had three cars to contend with. Velvet resolved it, saying everyone would take their own car, and we could leave her place whenever. 

"And James . . ." She said in a sexy tone.

"Hmmm?"

"You will finish that story before you leave my place tonight."

"Yes dear," I said and we all laughed, got into our cars and drove to Velvet's.

Luck was with us as both Sammy and I found parking spaces within one block of Velvet's apartment. Velvet had a parking garage available to her. While we waited for her to leave the garage I admired the old four-story red brick building. 

Once inside, I saw that Velvet's décor was mostly avant-garde, and the place had one bath and one bedroom. All in all it was about 800 square feet --- plenty of room to fuck in.

"Okay," Sammy shouted, as we stood in the living room. "Let's have some fun!"

"Sammy, for Christ's sake, keep it down," Velvet scolded, as if he were a child. I had to concede that he was acting like one.

"Sorry," he mumbled, removing a shoe and tossing it aside. Velvet and I watched him, then turned to look at each other.

"Come here," I said. 

All I could think about was how good Velvet looked in her tight, black mini-dress --- every curve seemingly designed to enhance my sensory pleasures. As she moved into my embrace, my tongue traced the line of the artery along her neck, ultimately reaching what turned out to be her ever-so sensitive earlobes. She moaned and ground her pelvis against me. My teeth scraped against her fleshy, soft lobes and I realized Sammy's hand was crawling up her dress. I knew he'd found a wet cunt waiting for him when Velvet sucked in her breath and a low satisfying moan slipped from her lips.

I bit my lip in anticipation, then cupped her breast. It was pliant and firm against my palm. I almost came, as her nipple grew hard under my greedy fingers. 

Velvet sagged against me, a signal that Sammy's tongue had gone to work. Velvet moaned, then laughed as she tilted her head back and leaning against me, said, "This is better than I expected. Ummm, go on boys, do your thing. I'm all yours."

My tongue was licking the hollow in her neck when she laughed lewdly, and said, "Hey guys, let's see your cocks, eh?" 

Sammy was nude in a flash. I took a little longer. Velvet's lips glittered in the faint light of the room as she found us standing before her, stroking our meat in tandem, hoping to impress her. We needn't have worried.

She turned her head to me and smiled. "Positively gorgeous James," she purred.

"Oh, Sammy!" She exclaimed. "What a fat dick you have! Will it fit inside little old me?"

"I don't see why not. Wanna try it on for size right now?"

She diverted him by pointing at mine and asking Sammy, "Don't you think James is hard Sammy?"

"Yeah, we're both hard Velvet, like steel rods. Just for you, baby."

"Which one of you is the biggest?"

"Who gives a fuck?" I said.

"It's a tie Baby," Sammy said laconically, grabbing his prick and balls and grinning like an idiot.

I reached for Velvet and pulled her tight against me, my fingers pushed her dress into her slit as I groped her cunt and kissed her hard. Sammy watched us, lightly jerking his cock. Velvet moaned and moved up and down against my hardon.

Gradually, our pace intensified. We paused and Velvet managed to shimmy her dress up enough that I could cup her ass. She wore no underwear. I did that for a minute, then slipped a finger under it and into her. She was running with honey. Kneeling in front of her, Sammy pushed my hand away from her cunt and began to eat her. Velvet leaned against me, her collapse prevented by my bending my knees.

"Oh Christ, this is gonna be one hell of a night," she gasped, then drove her tongue into my mouth where it swirled around mine with hurricane force.

I lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom and dropped her on the bed. Sammy crawled after us. I stuck two fingers into her snatch and she thrust up against my hand. She whined when I pulled them out, then laughed lewdly when I tasted her by placing one finger into my mouth. A moment later, I offered her eager mouth the other finger and she eagerly accepted it, sucking harder than necessary. Now Sammy was the intruder between her legs and had several fingers fucking her as he licked her clit.

You'd think flesh wouldn't smell so much, at least if someone's well bathed, but I could almost taste the musky odor coming from Velvet's cunt. After spending a minute appreciating her wonderful scent, I began to play with her tits, Sammy and I were driving her crazy with fingers, tongue and teeth until she grabbed my cock and began to slowly jerk me off. When I looked down, precum was spread all over the tip, some even coating her hand.

"Stop or I'll come right now," I groaned.

"Come with me!" She gasped. And I knew she wasn't kidding. Her legs were wrapped around Sammy's head, and I saw he had at least one finger probing her ass as he ground his face into her pussy. I hovered over her as she jerked me off and watched her body vibrate as she came from Sammy's deft work on her snatch. Suddenly I groaned and spurted long ropes of jizm into her waiting mouth, and across her closed eyes and eyebrows. I sank down and held her to me.

The next thing I knew, Sammy was next to us, holding his stiff cock out for us to admire.

"Like it baby?"

Velvet carefully wiped my sperm away from her eyes before opening them.

"I've seen bigger, Sammy, but you'll do. You'll do just fine my man." And she opened her arms inviting him to join in our embrace. After a moment or two, I extricated myself and Velvet said, "James, would you be a dear and make us some drinks?"

"Sure," I said and headed for the small bar in the corner of the living room.

"We'll be in the . . ."

"Fuck shop." Sammy cheerfully chirped. Velvet giggled and pulled him on top of her. I looked up at the ceiling and wondered how I managed to let Sammy get first dibs on Velvet. Then I made the drinks and wandered back to them.

Velvet was still dressed . . . sort of. She was still wearing the dress, but it was bunched around her waist. I admired one of her pear shaped breasts, noting that one taut nipple was still vibrating from Sammy's manipulations even as he drew succor from the other breast. His hand was close to her nicely trimmed pussy when I knelt on the bed and slapped Velvet's mouth with my newly made boner.




Sully Ch. 04



"Oh! You're here at last. Umm," she said planting a kiss along the side of my dick. "Oh, Farrell, you've got such a lovely cock! Thick and long! Perfect for an evening like this."

I had to laugh.

She finished her glass of wine in two gulps, asking, "Is it warm in here, or is it just me," and took a firm grip on my cock. "Might as well take my temperature," she giggled and began giving me head. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. 

Lord, she was good!

Sammy bounded off the bed and ran from the room.

"What the hell?"

Daintily removing me from her mouth, Velvet said, "A man's gotta go when a man's gotta go. I just hope he cleans himself good before he gets back to me."

"Not into pissy dicks 'eh?"

"You better know it. Or shitty one's either for that matter."

"So, you like it up the ass?"

"Sometimes."

"Like tonight?"

"We'll see."

This conversation was taking place as Velvet intermittently took long languid sucks on my dick while wiping cum from her face. She had neglected to do anything about the semen adorning her hair. I figured that maybe she didn't realize it was there. Soon afterward, she stuffed my balls into her mouth and I felt her warm breath on me as her mouth settled over them. I looked at her, so beautiful, so wantonly sexy, as she swirled her tongue around them, all the while playing with the nipple of her right breast. 

Sammy returned with a gleam in his eye.

"Velvet needs some cooling down," he tittered as he carefully placed an ice cube against her other nipple.

"Oh!" she cried out in surprise.

"Like it?"

"Umm, yes, Sammy!"

Then Sammy removed her hand from her breast and took turns, sucking first one bud while chilling the other, then reversing the procedure.

Velvet turned her face to mine and snickered, "Our Sammy has quite an imagination."

"Doesn't he though," I laughed.

Sammy looked at me and told me to help myself to an ice cube. "Be inventive," he advised.

Velvet was still playing with my schlong so I meandered down her body and stopping near her belly button, drew a circle with the cube I held in my hand.

"Ahhh!" Velvet cried. "That's cold! At least Sammy's warming something at the same time he's chilling me."

"Fair enough," I replied, and let my tongue weave through her neatly trimmed bush.

"Oh, James you darling! Do me, do me please!" And she took most of my cock down her throat. I felt wonderful and decided to return the favor. But first I paid a return trip to her breasts. I knocked Sammy's hand from one and took it in my mouth, teasing the nipple with my tongue, then biting it softly, then harder and harder.

Velvet spread her legs wide apart as the thrill of having both tits iced, rubbed, squeezed and bitten took its toll.

"Ah, yes! Oh, that feels so fucking good!"

"You guys!"

"Ummmph!"

You guessed it, she was deep throating me and I loved it.

Sammy growled, "Get rid of the dress!" 

And I lost the warmth of her mouth and molten tongue as she complied, wriggling out of it, and tossing it aside. Then she lay back salacious and naked awaiting us.

Velvet goaded Sammy, "Gimme some of that fat cock Sammy!" And started blowing him.

I pouted for a moment, then rolled closer and pinched her nipples, and enjoyed watching her suck his cock. It was kind of like watching a porno movie, but hey, there I was right in the middle of it all enjoying the best of both worlds.

Growing bored with watching I positioned myself between Velvet's legs and slowly slid my dick inside her. Her snatch was sopping wet and I bottomed out in one stroke. 

"Oh, yes, my big batter," she cooed down to me, "that feels soooo good!"

I thought I'd fuck her slow, tantalizingly the hell out of her, but after the first few strokes I began to lose my erection and slipped out of her. Velvet grabbed my dick and guided it back into her. I gripped her hips tightly as Velvet leaned back on her elbows watching me sliding in and out. Her vaginal muscles closed tightly around my shaft and my erection returned. I could clearly feel the walls of her cunt around my cock. It was a unique retaliated by constantly changing my angle of penetration. It was soon obvious that the varied angles were bringing her to a fast orgasm. She'd ceased blowing Sammy a while back and her face was a massive grimace of concentration. I could sense this was a different kind of climax approaching. It was going to be big, I just knew it would be and it was.

"Ohhhhhh!"

"Are ya coming?"

"Ohhhh!"

Sammy was pinching her nipples and sticking his tongue in her ear.

"Ohhhhhhhh! Yes, baby! Right there, right there!"

"Like this baby?" I prompted.

"Oh, yes! Yesssss!"

The sweat was flying off both of us as I hammered away at her.

"Uuuummmmmmmm!"

"That's it!"

"Uh-huhh! Uhh-HUHHHH!"

"You like that huh?"

"Yes! I like that!" 

"Ohhhhhhh! James . . . it feels so fucking good! Yesssss!"

"She's gonna rip the roof down she's gonna come so hard," Sammy offered as he stood next to us, his mouth agape.

I increased my tempo, fucking furiously now, trying to bring both of us in at the same time. I was feverishly hot and felt like I had to piss and come at the same time. I felt the rush hit me and Velvet together. She locked her arms around my neck and tried to drive her ass through me. I started coming and held on to her as she spasmed violently through the first wave of her climax. We actually rolled off the bed onto the floor, Sammy broke our fall somewhat, but we kept fucking, pulling and pushing like wild animals. Velvet finally collapsed, thumping her head on the floor and relaxed her grip on me. We both lay there panting, gasping for air. It had been one hell of a fuck.

"James," she whispered her voice hoarse and cracked.

"Umm?"

"That was incredible. You took me to the moon and back. Best ever . . ."

I kissed her and whispered a tender "Thank you. You were wonderful too."

Then I added, "We must do this again sometime," and we both cracked up laughing and giggling.

"Funny, funny, funny," said Sammy standing over us, his hardon jerking wildly every other second.

"Sammy, we need a little break. Velvet and I are gonna take a shower, you can join us or make us all another drink. Then you and Velvet can have at it while I recover, okay?"

He seemed relieved, I think he felt we were through for the night. If he did, he was terribly mistaken.

We finished our shower and returned to the bed. Sammy was waiting with our drinks, which we gratefully accepted. Five minutes later Sammy lifted Velvet up and carefully placed her on the bed.

"My hero," she giggled, spreading her legs to provide us both with a view of her pussy. It hung open, looking sorta like a fish's mouth after it's been hooked.

"Ya mind if I take ya from behind?" Sammy asked politely.

" 'course not," she replied shifting her position so that she was sitting on her knees and resting her forehead on her arms across a pillow. Then she raised her ass up to provide Sammy with the target of his dreams. I had a dazzling view of her wonderful tits hanging as Sammy entered her from behind. Velvet tried to match his stokes, as he drove into her, pushing back at him, knowing that it would let her tits bounce around. I moved to her side and tried to lick them, but gave up as they were jiggling too much. Instead, I made a game of trying to catch one in my mouth, but they slapped my face more than anything else, as Velvet huffed and giggled above me.

In a few short minutes, Sammy's face was red with exertion. Even so, he increased his pace. Velvet's body was covered with tiny rivulets of satiny sweat as it undulated in time with him. 

"Ohhhh, yes! Ohhh, yes!" she chanted, wiggling her ass. Her nostrils were flared and her hands clenched the sheets.

Then a red faced Sammy started coming. He remained inside Velvet, the veins in his neck standing out as he grunted while spurting his seed. I thought he might have a heart attack, but I shouldn't have worried.

After they finished fucking, I knelt next to them stroking my dick, trying to get it hard again. Velvet, soaking wet, leaned toward me signaling me to come closer.

"In the drawer," she huffed, "my dresser drawer, top right side. I have some grass. I think we could all use a hit about now, ya think?"

I found it with no trouble and delved into my pants for my lighter. I lit up, taking a deep toke and held it out to Velvet. She did the same and passed the joint to Sammy. We repeated the process until the joint was finished. It was good shit and we were all flying very nicely thank you very much Alice B. wherever you are.

"Well, look at that," Velvet purred. I glanced down and saw that my dick was nice and hard again. I stood in front of Velvet stroking it as the precum seeped out. She licked her lips in anticipation and was surprised when I smeared my cock all over her face. She tried to lick it as I moved it around. I was enjoying this game and had really expected Velvet to capture it and take me in her mouth. Instead she closed her eyes and arched her back, and I realized that Sammy had entered her from behind. I couldn't believe that fucker was ready again. Then Velvet's mouth was on me, gobbling me up, or should I say down, since she was deep-throating me. We finished that round of sex quickly and I raided Velvet's stash once again. 

As we lay on the bed, partially stoned and fully sated, Velvet played with my ear lobe and whispered, "Finish the fucking story, James."

"All right, but I get first dibs on that lovely ass of yours."

"Did you hear him Sammy?"

"Yeah, yeah. Maybe I'll fuck him up the ass while he's doing you."

"Don't even think it Sammy," I said, adding a scowl to my face for emphasis.

Sammy laughed. "Just kidding. I ain't into THAT! So tell the fucking story already."

"Well, I'll tell some more of the story, but it's so long that we'll take a break after a while okay?"

"Absolutely." Velvet purred. "Sure, sure," Sammy concurred. "Get on with it, I'd hate to waste another hardon."

We all laughed and lit up another joint. I took a deep drag and continued the Sully saga.



Sully Ch. 05



I didn't see Sully for a while after that night. For a while there I hung out in Brooklyn and an old friend introduced me to Joe Pepitone, the former Yankee first baseman. Peppi had just returned from Japan where he'd played for three years. But he told me the Japanese were too set in their ways for him. He was always a little wacky, so my guess was that they didn't know what to make of him. Anyway he jumped the Yakult Sparrows in 1973. He was only hitting .163 at the time and that alone explains a lot. But he attracted cooze like nobody's business, and I had a great time palling around with him. When I saw he was getting in with the wrong crowd I kinda drifted away back to Jersey. It turned out I was wrong about that, but we never hooked up again. 

Anyway, this is about Sully and me, so . . . the next time I saw Sully was late May. He set me up with my tux and the time schedules for the pictures and all that shit and we went for our last get together before the wedding. This wasn't his bachelor party--that came two nights later-- it was kinda tame, especially for Jack. I mean, we saw to it that he got a blowjob from a Union City hooker, but it wasn't the wild scene I thought it would be. Shit, I went home sober and alone.

Anyway, I was trying to find out what my prospects were for getting laid after his wedding. 

"Don't count on me and Shelly," he said somberly.

"Are you kidding?"

"I'm serious, what happened, happened. But we're getting married and I don't want you fucking my wife."

"Sure, Jack. That's fine with me. I won't do anything to fuck up your marriage. There are just too many broads around for me to be chasing after Shelly. Not that she's unattractive or nothing like that. Understand?"

"Right. Lemme tell ya somethin,'" he said, slurring his words a little. This wedding is gonna set me up for life."

"You telling me Shelly's rich?"

"No, no, nothing like that. My old man."

"What about him?"

"He's gonna give me ten or fifteen grand to buy a business."

"Hell! That's great news, Jack. Anything in mind?"

"Sure," he said and glanced around to see if anyone was eavesdropping. He lowered his voice and said, "An ice cream parlor in Kearny."

"An ice cream parlor?"

He grinned and took a swallow from his drink. "Yeah. One block from Sister Theresa's Academy."

"The all girls Catholic School, right?"

"That's the one. All that pussy coming and going all day long. I saw 'em. Couldn't believe how many popped in and out of there while I was checking the business out."

"How you find out about the place?"

"My old man."

"Yeah?"

"He knows the owner. They go way back. Guy's got cancer. Wants to unload at a fair price and if word gets out the buyers will lowball him. My father didn't want that. He asked him how much he needed and told me I could have the dough if I wanted a business of my own."

"Sully, I always said you were one lucky bastard. Congratulations again. First you find a great girl, now you got a head start in life too." I put my arm around his shoulder and even kissed him on the head. Then we got roaring drunk. 

***

It was a typical wedding. Two hundred or more guests, most from Sully's side. I learned that Shelly had a very small family and that only a few of her friends were making the trip from Philly to Jersey City. As best man, I was to be paired up with Tracy, the Maid of Honor. I wasn't getting laid there. She was engaged and her boyfriend was going to be there. 

Now I had banged Sully's kid sister Megan a couple years before, but between college and my baseball career it went nowhere. She was 21 now and probably in her last year of college. I figured all that time would make a big difference and besides, the family would be there. Nope, I eliminated her as a sex partner for the big night. 

There were other bridesmaids that I hadn't met and of course the wedding guests would have several candidates so all in all, I was looking forward to having a good time and getting laid too.

After meeting the bridesmaids, a boffo breasted redhead named Maureen Connolly from Philadelphia, actually, Allentown, became my target. Red haired and fair skinned, with just enough cleavage showing in her gown to produce a nifty bulge in my pleated trousers. And, I detected an interest on her part, catching her sneaking glances my way at dinner the night before the wedding. But, I played it cool and continued checking out the other female guests.

***

Well, the wedding was a big success, going off without a hitch. Sully's sister Megan surprised me in that she'd grown more beautiful as she matured. She gave me a light kiss after the wedding as we waited to have our pictures taken, but then seemed to avoid me. I didn't notice her attached to any particular guy so I kept an eye on her. Then, at the reception we danced and . . . but I'm getting ahead of myself. 

The reception had just barely started when my Sully's mother leaned over my shoulder. "James, it's so good to see you again."

"Thank you Mrs. Sullivan.

"Please, call me Cathy, we're all adults now."

Okay. Cathy it is. You look lovely."

"Now it's my turn to thank you. I must admit it is nice for such an old woman like me to receive a complement from a young man."

Her rather full breast pressed into my shoulder instantly reviving my adolescent lust for her body. I grinned at her as I recalled the many times I'd jerked off thinking about her.

"Oh, come on Mrs. Sullivan, err, Cathy, you're one of the best looking women here." I was serious. In her early forties she still looked good.

"Go on with you," she said, obviously pleased with my mild flirtation. "Now how is it that you haven't found yourself a beauty and settled down?"

"Putting me on the spot, eh?"

"No! It's just that . . . from my view, you're a fine catch and many girls should be trying to get you to ask the big question."

"Well, I'm not gay," I said needlessly.

Embarrassed, Mrs. Sullivan put some space between us and said, "Why, I never intended to . . . James, I've never thought that of you."

I laughed. "Only teasing Mrs. Sullivan, err, Cathy. I'm just . . ." 

I thought better of what I was about to say and shifted gears. "I'm still chasing the girls. Haven't given much thought to settling down yet."

"I understand," she said. There must be plenty of them after you though," she said kind of wistfully, I thought.

"That's the truth."

"And," her breast was back, pressing its weight against me. "Is there anyone special here this evening?"

"No, but I'm Irish and it's a party. I'll find a female companion for the evening, I'm sure."

Mrs. Sullivan leaned forward and kissed me then, trying for my mouth, but only catching my cheek. I excused myself from the table before she could continue and went to the open bar and requested a scotch and water. As I sipped the drink I watched the couples on the dance floor. 

Shelly and Jack were dancing slowly, cheek-to-cheek. I watched them for a moment and finally was forced to admit that I was more than a little jealous. They made a very attractive couple. I was asking myself when the hell I was going to settle down when a soft feminine voice whispered in my ear, "So when are you getting married?" 

I squeezed my glass tightly and turned to see who it was. Maureen's brilliantly red hair framed her freckled face.

"Maureen," she said with a big smile.

"Oh, I know who you are. I'm wondering why you posed the question."

She laughed and it had a very likeable lilt to it. "I'm sorry," she said feigning a rueful expression. "I overheard Mrs. Sullivan giving you the 'why aren't you married yet' routine.'"

It was my turn to laugh. I put my drink down and said, "Would you like to dance, or might I get you a drink?"

Her green eyes sparkled. "A drink would be great. We can dance later, okay?"

"Certainly. Be right back. Oh, champagne?"

Her tongue licked her lips for a moment before she replied. "The bubbly, by all means."

I 'borrowed' a bottle of Brut from the bar and we sat down and listened to the band. I refilled her glass several times, managing to empty mine a couple times too. There were more people dancing than sitting and when Maureen moved her chair closer my dick began to swell. When she casually draped her hand over my leg it became fully erect.

"Don't ask me to get you another glass," I murmured into her ear.

"Well, why not? I haven't had that much and this is a party."

"I guess it's the proximity of being next to a ravishing redhead, or maybe it's your hand . . . but I've got a woody that won't quit."

Her cheeks turned red. Then the most lascivious smile I had ever seen broke out across her face.

"Wanna dance?" She said, her voice was low and husky. Translated it sounded like she'd said, "Wanna fuck?"

I took a lingering peek down the front of her dress.

"They're all mine."

"I can see that."

Her hand brushed over my hardon. "And that's all you too," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Nothing fake about us," I said with difficulty, for my throat was dry.

Just then, the band began to play a slow ballad. We moved in tandem to the dance floor and I took her into my arms. Maureen reached up and placed her hands around my neck, mine followed her lead and lightly gripped her waist. When her belly pressed against me I moaned softly and dropped my hands to just below her hips. A moment later, they were comfortably squeezing her ass as she ground her pelvis into my erection. 

Maureen leaned her head against my chest and as I inhaled the dizzying fragrance of her hair, she lifted her head and nipped my earlobe. I pulled her tighter and heard her sigh. Oh, she felt good, pressing her chest against mine, and when my leg went between hers she gave an extra hump by minutely thrusting her pussy into me. I was on cloud nine.

There was no doubt Maureen couldn't feel my dick jabbing her. And then the music stopped and we had no choice but to return to our seats. Maureen declined my offer of another drink, but I needed one, actually two.

"Would you like to go somewhere?" I asked lamely.

"Now?" she replied.

"Well . . ."

"No. Oh, it's not you James, it's . . . all those people watching us."

I wondered had she gone shy all of a sudden? After all, she made more moves on me than I had on her. Then things became clearer.

She blushed, and said, "You're going to think I'm crazy."

"No, no." I said quickly.

"Well . . . perhaps you can help."

"It would be my pleasure." 

Her blush turned even deeper, almost matching her hair.

"Oh, you . . . stop that!"

"I haven't started anything," I protested.

"You know, " she said as if I did know.

"Okay, how can I help you?"

Before answering she peeked around and surveyed the room. No one was looking. "I need some help with my zipper. It's stuck."

"Where?"

She turned and indicated her back. Sure enough the zipper was open, but not so much as to cause a great deal of embarrassment. And it occurred to me that women usually went to the ladies room in pairs to resolve problems of this nature. She had to be scheming to get me alone for another reason and relief flooded over me. I knew what it was.

"Let me see," and I moved closer. 

"Not here, silly! Everyone can see us. Let me go first then you follow, okay?"

"Sure."

Maureen got up and walked out of the reception area. When she turned the corner I followed at a discreet distance. 

"Psssst! Come this way, over here," she said. She was standing inside the door to the maintenance closet, not the rest room as I had thought. Tugging my arm, she drew me inside. I found the light switch and closed the door behind me.

Damned if she hadn't scouted the place out. There was a chair against the wall, some brooms and a mop and pail. That left plenty of room for us. 

"Why don't you sit down James."

I sat down. She turned and faced away from me, then sat on my lap. She split her legs, putting my outstretched legs between hers. 

"It's the zipper. I can't seem to get it down." She bent forward and put both her hands on the inside of my thighs as if for support. I felt her pelvic bone rubbing against me.

"Oh!"

"Something wrong?"

"No. Would you see if you can get it?"

"Sure, sure," I managed to mumble. I put my fingers on the little metal tab and pulled. The zipper unzipped cleanly right to the top of her ass without snagging once.

"Hmmmmm," I said quietly.

"That's unbelievable," she said, notwithstanding that I'd zipped in the wrong direction. 

"Ummmmm."

"No," she said, "I've had such trouble with it. You wouldn't believe."

"Well these things happen, Maureen, sometimes . . ."

"Kiss me," she whispered, turning and kissing me hard on the mouth. I pulled her against me, hungrily responding. My dick was straining for release. I pressed it against her and began rubbing it against her thigh. She gasped and pulled off my tuxedo jacket. My hands moved to her thighs and she parted her legs giving me access.

I kissed her ears and her neck, nibbling down her throat, biting at the pulse in her neck. She leaned back and groaned, thrusting her chin up in the air. I kissed back to her lips and slid my tongue into her mouth as she pulled my shirt out of my pants and began to open it up.

"I know, I know," I said, as her fist clenched my cock and slowly jerked me up and down.

She released me and stood up, slightly hunched over and reached between her legs for the zipper of my pants. She grasped the tab, pulled and it slid smoothly down and my dick popped out. Her clasping fingers found my erection and began jerking me off. 

Maureen wasn't wasting any time. 

"You're so big," she whispered.

"Would you care to kiss it?"

"In a minute okay?" She continued to jerk me off, not rushing mind you, but taking her sweet time.

"Sure, take your time." I wasn't going anywhere. To help pass the time I reached both hands inside the bodice of her gown and snaking them around under her bra and lifted her tits out of their confinement.

"I'd like it if you squeezed them," she said while hoisting her gown up around her waist and pulling her panties aside. "Unfortunately, we don't have much time." 

"Ummm," I managed as she ran her fingers through my hair and began kissing the top of my head. I lifted her up and moved over to the large sink and sat her down.

"Hold on for balance," I whispered.

"Oh, yeah," she gasped. "Hurry! Do me good baby!"

Her white stockings ended about halfway up her thigh, revealing her soft, pale flesh. I kissed her thigh and she moaned with anticipation and put her hands on the back of my head. 

I could smell her sexual readiness. I put my hands on her hips to steady her and began to slowly kiss my way up the inside of her thigh, nibbling and biting, inching higher and higher. My lips tugged at her flesh, my tongue darted and licked. She gasped and I groaned at the beauty of it all. My hand was between her legs tugging her pubic hair, stroking the fat folds of her labia.

She moaned softly. "Oh, yes... oh, yes!" 

"One sec! Wait!" She moaned, and with an acrobatic motion, raised her ass just enough to slip her panties off so they wound up dangling from her right foot.

I couldn't resist the temptation of tasting her and buried my face between her legs. I kissed her thick, swollen labia, then spread her folds with my tongue and licked up and down as if she were an ice cream cone melting on an August afternoon.

"Oh, baby, that feels so gooood!" She groaned loudly.

Using one hand to wrestle with the folds of her gown, I pushed it up so that she could look down and watch. I wanted her to see her legs draped over my shoulders; see my face burrowing between her legs; see my tongue nuzzling in the hot nest below her reddish pubic hair.

"Jesus, James!" She wailed as my tongue began toying with her swollen clit already stiff against the tip of my tongue. I gave her darting, little licks all around it, up the sides, swirling in circles around it. Then I drew it back and forth in slow, languid strokes.

She cried out, arched her back and thrust her hips up. She clasped her hands together on the back of my head and ground my face in her mushy cunt. 

Wrapping my lips around her surprisingly long clit, I began to suck.

"Oh, baby, oh, baby!" She keened. "That's . . . that's soooo nice!"

I continued teasing her and adding to her pleasure until I felt a need to switch to another activity. I saw her cunt partially open, awaiting me and slid my tongue back down between her parted folds and touched the very tip of my tongue to the her entry and left it there.

"Oh, God! I can't stand it!" She groaned.

"Do it!"

"Do what?"

"Eat meeee!

I left my tongue there, savoring the taste of her copious fluids, then swirled it around, just barely inside of her. I could feel the juices running out of her, dribbling down my chin. I licked back up to her clit and then back down again, dragging my tongue up and down between her folds. She tasted so good. I wanted it to last forever. But my cock was crying out to go inside her, screaming for release. I pushed my mouth against her clit again and brought my hand up between her legs. I sent my index finger probing up and down her labia as I sucked her clit. A high-pitched whining sound came from her throat and I knew she was close to coming.

I drew my finger from her thigh to her vagina before slipping it inside her. Maureen was breathing unbelievably fast and when she gasped as I drew my finger out of her I thought she was going into a convulsion, but continued sucking on her clit. Her moans began to grow louder as the pace of my finger's movement grew faster. I slid a second finger in and she jerked her head forward, slamming into mine. I think we both saw stars for a moment.

"Goddamn!" I exclaimed, my eyes white with pain.

"Oh, my head! My head!" Maureen whooped.

"Are you all right?"

"I think so," she said rubbing her forehead.

"Please . . . I'm soooo close . . ."

"Yes," I said, still wincing, "I'll hurry," and resumed eating her out.

Had we been videotaped, I'm sure my tongue would have been a blur as it flickered lightning-like over her clit. The small room was quiet except for the wet sucking sounds my fingers made sliding in and out of her. 

Maureen leaned back, grabbing fistfuls of my hair for balance. She was shuddering, right at the edge of coming. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh!"

I stopped and pulled my fingers out of her slushy cunt.

"No! Don't stop! Oh, please don't stop!" she pleaded. 

I pushed myself up and kissed her hard on the mouth, letting her taste her own sweet honey. Her nipples stood jutting out at me. I cupped her right breast to my mouth and began sucking on her nipple. 

"Come on, baby. Fuck me!"

"Put it in . . ."

"Please fuck me!"

But I persisted in squeezing her tit and nipping at her tantalizing strawberry tip.

"I can't take it!" She moaned, almost slipping off the maintenance sink but quickly grabbed hold of it with both hands and steadied herself. I took hold of my cock and guided it between her legs, rubbing the tip of it against her clit, smearing my pre-come with her pussy juices. She closed her green eyes and leaned back.

"Put it in, please!"

"Christ I want to feel you inside me!"

The time was right . . . I guided my cock down between her pussy lips and then roughly shoved it all the way inside of her. We both cried out at this entry. She was tight and unbelievably warm and when her vaginal muscles began squeezing me from the get-go, I almost lost it and came.

I resorted to doing the multiplication table as I pumped in and out, while Maureen held onto the sink with both hands, a grimace across her face as she strained to exert her muscles. 

I watched her face with one hand on her hip and the other on a breast, squeezing and fondling it. I loved the expressions she made. I loved the soft, sweet sounds of her voice moaning with pleasure. I looked down and watched my wet, hard cock disappearing and reappearing between her legs. I moved my hand from her hip to her clit, rubbing it with my thumb as my cock reamed her out.




Sully Ch. 05



Maureen grunted with pleasure and I closed my eyes because of the sensations her tight cunt was providing. Her wet folds enclosed my thick dick completely as I fucked more rapidly into her. She was poised at the brink of a huge orgasm, clenching her teeth and scratching at my back. 

I could feel my balls seizing up, my toes curling. Suddenly I was pumping with total, wild abandon and she was responding in kind. As I throbbed and jerked to my finishing run, Maureen slammed against me, pushing my dick as high up into her pussy as she was able, she clung tightly to the shelving behind me as I pulled her hips to me. 

"Oh, oh, oh . . ." she cried, ignoring the cleaning materials she knocked aside as they toppled to the floor.

"Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god! I'm gonna cum!" Maureen screamed so loud I thought the entire reception party heard her.

"I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! I'm CUMMMMING!"

Her head jerked back and I darted out of the way as she surged forward.

Watching her come was all it took and when I finally came, I thought I would never stop. I felt my load shoot up through my dick and explode inside her. Later, she would tell me that I came so hard that she actually felt my cum squirting into her. It may have been my longest come ever. I saw a pearly trail of semen dripping from her cunt weeping tears along her thigh. I leaned against her and she leaned against me, both of us panting and out of breath, our faces flushed, and our bodies stinking of sex. 

My flaccid dick slipped out of her as I pulled back. She reached into my breast pocket and removed my handkerchief and wiped herself off, then she stood and let her gown fall back into place.

"That was wonderful," she whispered and kissed me on the cheek. "Shelly was right."

"Shelly?"

"Yeah she told me you were the one to go after. That you were a great lay."

"She told you I was a great lay?"

"Ummm, by the way, I'm in room 218. I assume you're staying here at the hotel, right?"

"Umm, yeah, yeah I am."

"So stop by later on this evening. I suck a mean cock. I really do and I wanna do yours."

"I believe it. But I can't believe she told you that."

"Girls talk, you know?"

"I guess. Okay, I'll come by later, around eleven?"

"Perfect."

"Zip me please?"

"My pleasure," and reached behind her and zipped up her dress, one hand holding the fabric taut at her lower back as the other skimmed lower, cupping her ass, pulling her closer. She answered me with a deep kiss.

We emerged from the closet looking like hell. My tux was wrinkled, my hair mussed, and I'd lost a stud. Maureen's hair was a shambles, and that was from my perspective. Then we made our way back to the reception and went our separate ways. Only about forty people saw us.

After fortifying myself with a couple more beers I wound up talking to Sully just as Shelly whirled by dancing with some guy from her hometown.

"Have a good time sailor?" she laughed and was gone halfway across the room before I could comment.

"What was that all about?" Sully asked.

"It seems Shelly told Maureen I was a great lay."

He laughed. "No shit?"

My grin told him all he needed to know.

"Damn! I thought I was gonna be first to get laid."

It was my turn to laugh. 

"So where the fuck did you take her?"

"There's a kinda janitor's closet near the men's room. Fairly clean and private, you know?"

"Perfect." He said.

"Gonna scoop Shelly up and take her there?"

"Not exactly."

"What then?"

"See that young thing dancing with her brother?"

"Which?"

"The deep blue dress with the while lace around the bodice."

"Kinda young isn't she?"

"She's nineteen now. I screwed her for the first time last year."

"No shit?"

"I like 'em young. Always have. That's why the new business is going to be so sweet."

"All that young gash floating around. Going to stir the pot, eh?"

"You bet." He laughed obscenely.

Someone called Sully away and I had a moment to reflect on things. There was something about weddings that got women all worked up. Something about how they all envied the bride and what she was gonna do that night, or something like that. Then I laughed at myself, what about weddings and men? Hadn't I been looking to get laid all the while I was here?

I sipped my beer and watched as Sully spoke with the nineteen-year-old, then patted her on the back. Like a robot, she started for the closet. A minute or so later, Sully followed in her footsteps. I decided not to intervene. Hell, it was his wedding day. 

Wandering back to the bridal table I caught Megan smiling at me and asked her to dance. She fit snugly into my arms as we rocked to the slow ballad being sung by a bearded trumpet player.

"Where have you been all my life," I murmured into her ear. She laughed and said, "you probably haven't thought about me since I was a senior in high school. 

"That's a lie and you know it."

"Prove it," she said. " Besides, you should see yourself. You look like someone threw you into a dryer for the whole cycle."

"Hmmm, your powers of observation are still honed sharply."

"Thank you. So who was it?"

"Your eyes are sparkling like diamonds. You must be getting excited."

"Doubtful," she said seriously. "Who was it?"

"Maureen."

"The redhead?"

"Yeah."

"You're working awfully fast these days."

"Not really. Someone told her I was a good lay."

"Have you hired a publicist?"

"No," I laughed. 

"Who would do a thing like . . . ."

"I think you've guessed."

"Shelly?"

"Uh huh."

"Why?"

"I can only guess. She wanted her friend to have a good time at her wedding?" I said letting her feel my hardened dick rub against her thigh.

Megan shivered and fought to compose herself. "You don't know, do you?" she said suddenly serious.

"Know what? You're engaged?"

That made her laugh out loud. "Sort of."

I waited out the silence.

"I'm a nun."

"You're a what?"

"A nun. I teach at an elementary school in Patterson."

Unconsciously I moved away from her tender body.

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't move away. I like having you hold me close."

I brought her back to me, the befuddlement obvious on my face.

"I was deeply in love with you back then. And when you went away . . . ."

"Oh, Megan, I'm so sorry . . . ."

"Don't be," she said calmly. "How could you know, you were only a kid yourself and so much was going on in your life."

"Are you happy being a nun?"

"Oh, Lord, yes! It suits me so well and I love teaching the kids. I'm very good at it too."

I believed her.

"So you took the vows eh?"

"Yes . . . but you know vows can and are broken every day."

"You've lost me there Megan."

"What's your room number James?"

"Are you kidding?"

She leaned close and whispered in my ear, "I want to get laid James. Can you help out a girl in need?"

"Of course," I said not believing what was happening.

"It's 400. Room 400."

"Will you be there about nine? You won't be with Maureen will you?"

"Maureen is nice, but she's not you. I'll be waiting for you. Room 400 at nine. That's a promise.

The music ended and we returned to the table, but her seat was far from mine. Sully also returned and sat next to me. "Another notch on the headboard," he said nonchalantly, "by the way, the place smelled like a whorehouse." 

"You're pretty good, knocking off a babe on your wedding day. Gonna save something for Shelly?"

"Don't worry 'bout her. I'm up for it. Besides we're not exactly strangers you know?"

Changing the subject I said, " I didn't know Megan was a nun."

"Yeah," he laughed. "Ain't that something?" She went from a typical teenager to religious fanatic during my first semester. Seems to suit her tho."

"As long as she's happy with the choice and wasn't forced into it, I guess it's alright." I said.

"But I never would have guessed it. She's . . . well, she's just beautiful . . . a gorgeous woman, unattainable forever."

"Fuck, if I didn't know you better I'd think you had a thing for her."

"If she weren't a nun I might."

Shelly came over and kissed Sully then dragged him out on the dance floor. I was lost in thought and impatient for the ninth hour to roll up.