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                             Warren's Women
                            by Paris Waterman

Copyright© 2001 by Paris Waterman


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Description: Warren was a close friend, an unusual guy, liked by his friends and adored by women. He attracted women like flies to honey. The author often benefited from the fall out. This is a true story and these chapters will cover some, but not all of his women.

Codes: MF true oral
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©1998, 2001

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Chapter 1: Renata


Warren sat hunched over, on a wooden bench about five yards inside the eight-foot high fence surrounding the yard. He gazed forlornly at the rivulets of early morning light breaking through the birch trees. He wore only his pajama pants and sandals. He took a deep drag on his cigarette, exhaled the smoke through his nostrils and reached for the cup of coffee on the bench beside him.

He sighed, leaned back against the garage wall and sipped the last of his coffee. The wall was cool on his naked shoulders. He listened to the birds gabbling and bickering at the feeders in the trees and continued to calm down. Last night had been a bitch.

"Only a rich cunt can save me now," he thought with an air of utmost weariness. "I get so tired of chasing after new cunts all the time. It gets so friggin' mechanical."

He slapped his leg, which had fallen asleep and continued with his soliloquy.

"I can't seem to fall in love. Why? Am I such an egotist? Its painfully obvious women are my vice, an addiction like booze or heroin. I gotta have a new one every day. I think about it all the time, trying not to get morbid, or worse."

He takes a deep drag on his cigarette and half sighs, half exhales, the vapor of the smoke drifting away over the fence behind him.

"Sometimes I amaze myself, I mean, know the guys are in awe of my successes, and how quickly I pull them off. If only they knew how little it really means. I'm on automatic fucking pilot most of the time. Sometimes I'm not even thinkin' about a woman at all, but suddenly I spot one lookin' at me, and then wham! It starts all over again. Before I know what I'm doing I've got her alone someplace. Shit! I don't even remember what I say to 'em."

Laughing out loud, Warren takes a last drag on the cigarette and flips it into a nearby shrub.

"Shit, the guy's would kill to know what I lay on 'em, but for the life of me, I don't remember. I get 'em alone, give 'em a pat on the ass, and before I know it, I've nuzzled their pussy, they've sucked my cock, and we fuck like rabbits. It's wham, bam, thank you Mam! Over and out. Getting rid of them is harder than finding and fuckin' 'em. It's kinda like a dream. I'm beginning to wonder, is it really a dream?

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She lived on a small side street just off Carolina Beach Road before it intersected with College Road, at Monkey Junction. It was one of four bungalows that faced onto a common courtyard with a small swimming pool as its focal point. Red zinnias, mauve petunias and white azaleas threatened to overflow the concrete walkway leading to the pool.

The evening air was rich with the smell of dampened plants and steaks being grilled next door. Warren had spotted her while walking through the Mall earlier that afternoon. He allowed her to observe his interest in her there, then removed himself from her field of vision. He was an expert at this. Intuitively, he knew which shops she would visit and in what order. Other girls passed through his field of vision. Some were attractive, some not, but he remained fixated on her. It was a simple matter to follow her out of the Mall, to her car and to her apartment. He didn't care if she knew he was following her. In fact, he thought he saw her adjusting her rear mirror and observed him behind her.

Warren parked up the street from her residence and waited patiently like a big game hunter stalking his prey. Sitting in his car in the searing heat for two hours, watching the comings and goings from the bungalows, until he was satisfied that she either lived alone, or was alone at the moment. He'd seen the curtains move on two occasions, an announcement to him that she was aware of his presence.

Since no police had cruised by to check him out, Warren's confidence rose and he allowed the car door to slam shut, in part to announce his arrival, in part to convey to any observers that he was not hiding anything; and walked to her door and rang the bell. It took a full minute before the door opened. She appeared surprised to see him standing there.

"Hello," he said, a faint smile breaking across his handsome face. "We almost met at the Mall earlier today."

Her black hair was long, and fell over her shoulders. Warren had the impression she usually wore it up and had just combed it out. She wore a simple black cotton dress that reached nearly to her feet and fit at the waist in a way that made it quite clear she had special charms hidden beneath it. He felt that special tingle in his groin that signified hot, raw, sex was near at hand. He stood straight with his hands by his sides, and appeared relaxed.

"I remember you. How did you find me? Did you follow me?" There was a lilt in her voice that reflected an amusement with his appearance.

"Yes, when a man falls in love he has to act quickly or risk losing his intended forever." He said this with all sincerity. "My name is Warren," he smiled, "and I'd very much like to know you."

"My friends call me Renata," she responded in a friendly fashion. "I saw you following me. You waited quite a while before ringing the doorbell." Her eyes met his briefly, then turned down, and then away. "Now we've met. Warren, is it?"

"Yes."

"Other than meeting me to declare your love," and her eyes sparkled as she uttered the words, "why are you hanging around my place for hours in this heat?" Her left hand was slowly stoking her right wrist.

"To make sure there's no husband around with a gun or an ax. I'm a little crazy but not that crazy," he grinned, opening his arms as if in surrender.

"You're in luck," Renata said, leaning towards him, her posture erect and alert. "There's no one here but me." She turned away and closed her door and motioned for Warren to follow her and led him to the rear of the building where the trees offered a cool shade.

Renata smiled, flashing a perfect set of white teeth as her large dark eyes fixed on him with greater interest than was implied by the casual manner in which she spoke. "I hope you don't mind sitting out here," she said gesturing to two old-fashioned wooden porch chairs. "The air conditioning is broken, they promised to fix it, but... "

"That's fine," Warren said softly, looking directly at Renata. "I was admiring your zinnias."

"Thank you, but they are not mine," she quickly pointed out as she adjusted her hair by brushing it back.

"Teresa is the one to thank for the flowers. She's very talented in that area." She glanced at him and then looked down. "Oh, Teresa is my roommate," she volunteered. She'll be back tomorrow afternoon." Renata caught herself wondering why she'd let that vital piece of information out.

Warren nodded as he sat down and crossed his legs - then seemed to change his mind and uncrossed them. His arms rested on the chair's arms. "Do the flowers remind you of home?" he inquired.

"No, not really. They remind me of Mississippi. I spent many years there, near Biloxi."

Warren looked into Renata's eyes briefly and then away. Renata wore no makeup, but her coloring was elegant, with the subtle variety of shading he often saw in the cinnamon complexions of Latin women.

They sat silent for a moment in the soft lavender light that proceeded dusk, in that hour of day during Wilmington's lowland summer when it seemed time had ceased, and night would be held forever in abeyance.

She gazed into the dusk and not at Warren as she said: "So you followed me home from the Mall."

This murmured more as a statement of fact than a question.

"That's right," he said. "I found you to be the most attractive woman I've seen in a long time," he said, his voice grew huskier as he continued. "I couldn't let you drift out of my life without at least trying to meet with you, to talk to you. To let you know how you affect me." He was staring into her eyes as he lightly licked his lips. Casually, his eyes dropped to her breasts, he took a deep breath and returned them to meet her eyes.

It was her turn for a brief inspection, and Renata discretely took in the long bulge running from his crotch and down his thigh. He dresses to the right, she thought, and he takes a large at that. Her eyes met his again, there was a sparkle in them that was missing before, then she smiled, and asked, "And how do I affect you?"

Warren watched Renata stoke her arm, as she asked the question. He decided to be direct.

"As I said earlier," he leaned towards her, "I think you're the most attractive woman I've seen in a long time." He reached out and took her hand in his, and kissed the palm. "I meant it. I want you."

Renata withdrew her hand, and stared at it, as though he'd left a brand upon it.

"You've got a nerve," she said hotly, as her body flushed with sudden warmth.

"Some people think so," Warren stated blandly. "Actually, I apologize for being so abrupt," he continued, "but I meant what I said, I do desire you."

This was stated with more emotion than Renata thought possible. His voice quavered, then broke, as he continued in a low, hoarse, voice: "I want to hold you - feel you against me. I want to be inside you - and I want that to be soon."

Renata looked at Warren with narrowed eyes, and turned to face him once again, slowly angling her neck in a quizzical fashion. Then abruptly, she rose and walked away entering the house. Warren waited patiently. After ten minutes passed, he got up and followed Renata inside.

It was dark, the only light coming through the opening from the partially opened bathroom door off to the left. Quietly, Warren moved toward the door and looked in. Renata was standing in front of the mirror stroking and petting her thickly matted dark pussy. She appeared to be talking or whispering to it. Warren's cock became fully engorged with blood as he debated kicking the door open and fucking her against the vanity so he could watch in the mirror, but decided not to - that might be rape. He continued to watch as her fingers darted in and out of her bushy cunt.

Warren smiled and turned away, walking softly into the darkened living room, he withdrew his cock and lay down on the sofa to wait for her to come out. As he lay there with his cock erect and twitching, he could visualize her bushy cunt and her fingers strumming it. Warren decided he'd let his cock mesmerize Renata from the sofa. "Come here, you bitch," he murmured softly over and over. "Come in here and spread that cunt over me." She must have picked up the message immediately, for within seconds the bathroom was dark and he heard her groping her way toward the sofa.

Warren didn't say a word, didn't make a move. He kept his mind riveted on her cunt as it scuttled crab-like toward him in the dark. Finally, she was standing beside the sofa. Renata didn't say a word either, standing still as Warren slid his hand up between her legs; she moaned and shifted one foot a little to make her crotch a bit more accessible. Warren couldn't recall putting his hand into a juicier cunt in all his life. It was as if a paste was running down her legs.

After a few moments just as naturally as a cow lowering its head to graze, she bent over and took his cock in her mouth. By this time, Warren had four fingers inside her, stirring feverishly, whipping the juices into froth. Her mouth was stuffed full and the juice poured down her legs. Neither spoke a word in the darkness. Squishy sucking sounds whispered out in the room from her mouth and sodden cunt.

Warren imagined her cunt as a dark, subterranean labyrinth filled with cozy corners and sharp rubber teeth; and when she moved a certain way flashes of purple and mulberry walls appeared in his mind's eye. Languidly, he reached out and pulled at the tuft of hair covering her pubis, his thumb slowly caressing her clit. Renata moaned but didn't speak a word. She continued sucking his cock, pausing occasionally to lick it as if it were an ice cream cone melting in the summer's heat and then swallowing it so deep into her throat that she felt the bristles of his pubic hair cloying at her lips.

As Warren began to release his load, Renata began to choke and gag. He pulled out of her mouth, as she coughed and spit out his sperm. Once her air passage was clear, she held up her hand indicating that she was alright and took him back into her mouth, swallowing the remainder of his life producing seed. After they shared in licking his fingers of all her juices, they drifted off to sleep.

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He was not aware of actually awakening, for the night had afforded very little sleep. Rather, he simply opened his eyes and looked up at the morning light cascading across the floor and onto the bed where he lay. He was thankful the dreaming was over. As he lay there, his single overriding emotion was that of relief at seeing the morning sun.

His watch said seven-forty. He threw off the sheet, went into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. Coming out, he grabbed a light cotton robe off the foot of the bed and donned it although was several sizes too small for him. Then started down the stairs.

He smelled breakfast before he was halfway down, and he hurried through the dining room to the kitchen, where he found Renata squeezing oranges.

"Good morning," she said, smiling radiantly, and with a satisfied sparkle in her eyes, she asked: "Coffee?"

"Oh, yeah, thanks."

She poured the dark Colombian brew into his mug. "Would you like to eat now?"

He shook his head no, picked up the coffee mug and walked out onto the terrace. Renata followed and they sat in the shade of a large Magnolia tree.

Warren took a second sip from the mug and asked, "how long have you been up?" He put the mug down onto the wrought-iron table beside him.

Renata looked at him and smiled. She lifted her wrist and looked at her watch. "Since six-thirty. I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. How do you feel? You did a lot of turning and tossing last night."

"Mmmmmmmm," he murmured noncommitingly. He was enjoying the sensations of a marvelous languid erection. Renata didn't look bad in the morning; sleep apparently refreshed her as it was supposed to, even when she got only a little of it. That was the first really personal thing he'd noticed about her.

"How 'bout you?" he asked, not answering her.

She smiled. "I've had less sleep, but I can't recall a better night. You were unbelievable. I've showered, but you're still dripping out of me."

Renata opened her robe, exposing her long tapered thighs, reached down and with a dark red lacquered nail traced up her thigh to her pussy's lips where semen was indeed oozing out and forming a thin stream that left unimpeded, would soon trickle down her leg. Renata took a napkin and wiped herself unselfconsciously.

Warren smiled for the first time. "I love ya baby," he said with great affection. "You're my kind of woman." He opened his robe to reveal his semi-hard erection. In Renata's eyes, it was quite formidable.

"Ohhh! May I?" she asked tentatively.

He leaned back in his chair to rest against the railing surrounding the terrace. "Be my guest, I'm known to be very generous to my friends."

Renata knelt down, and with one hand swept her hair from her face; the other hand grasped his cock, which twitched upon contact.

"Ahhh, look at that, he loves ya baby." Warren reached down as Renata's lips closed tightly upon his cockhead, and lay a soft, gentle caress on her cheek. Renata purred. Warren wondered if his touch or his cock brought it on.

"Ohhh, that's good baby. Yesss that's good," he crooned as Renata's tongue laved its way up and down his cock which was growing quickly to its full size.

"Mmmmmm," she sighed contentedly, recalling the sexual gratification of the night just ended.

Changing her position slightly to continue the blowjob from a different angle, Renata took the head in her mouth and plunged downward. On the upstroke suck, Warren heard a rustling, or whistling sound, as of the wind. Had he been that far into her lungs?

"Ummmm," a murmuring sighing sound, this time from Warren as he felt himself starting to respond to her ministrations. He reached out and tenderly cupped her head in his hands.

"Baby, you're giving me the best head I've ever had."

The fingers of his right hand grazed her cheek and moved slowly across Renata's forehead and then to her ear, where he teased her lobe and inside her ear in turn. She moaned in pleasure.

Grasping his full-sized cock with both hands, Renata broke off the tight suction on his cockhead with a loud, wet pop! Like a limbo dancer, she shimmied beneath Warren, and bending backwards, she took one of his testicles into her mouth and began tonguing it even as she continued her two-handed masturbation.

Warren was amazed at this demonstration. Renata was definitely a keeper. He made a mental note not to piss her off as he usually with his numerous other one-niters.

After a leisurely breakfast he left, making no commitment about seeing her again. But she knew in her heart that he would.

"Wait until I tell Theresa," she thought gaily, and set about her household chores for the day.



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Chapter 2A: Friday Night With Gail


"The Bar," was really just that, a bar in a no frills neighborhood joint populated by a young, knowledgeable in-group making the late night scene. Historically, it was a converted blacksmith shop, located in New York's Financial District. The actual bar was small, patrons clustered around tables that held clam fritters and other appetizers. The drinks were expensive and more than covered the cost of the free food. Music blared from an audiophile's dream of what speaker's should really sound like. Varying from Boz Scaggs to Chet Baker, one could safely say it had something for everyone. Only the owner knew the jukebox provided a substantial amount of revenue each week, for it played on long after the bar closed each night.

Warren appeared almost magically. Managing to reach the bar and notice the new barmaid before someone spotted him and called his name in warm greeting.

"Hey, Warren! How's it going guy?" A redheaded, freckled-faced stockbroker raised his fuchsia-colored martini in greeting.

"Great Joey, how're ya hittin' 'em?

"Awright guy! Hey, Glenda!" Joey hollered to get the barmaids attention and pointed to Warren. "Give'im whatever he wants, 'kay?"

Glenda, a striking brunette with a well-deserved hard body, replied "You got it Joey," and moved lithely down the bar to Warren. Joey and several others nudged one another as they waited to see how Warren would treat this one. Several women at various stations within the bar also glanced discretely in his direction.

Glenda liked what she saw and gave Warren the benefit of her best smile. "Joey's buyin, ' what will you have..." and made the mistake of adding, "handsome?"

Once again Warren used this as an opportunity to confirm his status as a legend among his peers. In a well-resonated baritone, he sang out loud enough to be heard over the jukebox, from which one clever lady was astute enough to reach out with a dainty ankle and yank the plug.

"Just bring me two pina coladas I want one for each hand Let's set sail with Captain Morgan Oh and never leave dry land"

He wiped his hand across his mouth, then urged the listening customers to join him. Glenda stood there in shock, mouth agape for a moment then quickly began preparing his drink as Warren continued singing.

"Hey troubles I forgot 'em I buried 'em in the sand So bring me two pina coladas She said goodbye to her good timin' man

Hey troubles I forgot 'em I buried 'em in the sand So bring me two pina coladas She said goodbye to her good timin' man"

Warren drove his fist into the air and two men on his left joined him, their glasses raised in the air, as he segued into the chorus.

Bring! - Bring! - Bring me two pina coladas

By the next line, most of the people had linked arms or were toasting each other as they all joined in for a rousing finish.

"Yeah I want one for each hand Let's all set sail with Captain Morgan Oh, and never leave dry land"

Warren halted as his pina colada arrived, served by a beaming Glenda. "More, more," the crowd chanted.

"All right," Warren smiled, took a drink and shouted, "this crew was meant to suffer anyway. Here goes..."

Warren:

No, the troubles I forgot 'em Crowd:

Troubles I forgot 'em Warren:

I buried 'em in the sand Crowd:

I buried HER in the sand

Warren: (smiling broadly finished the song off to great applause)

Oh, man! So bring me two pina coladas And say hello to her good timin' man

Warren gestured to Glenda and she came back over to him, and he leaned over the bar and kissed her on the lips. When it ended he whispered to her, "What nights are you off?"

Stammering, Glenda answered, "Wednesdays and Thursdays... ? "Keep Wednesday open. Here's my number," and he handed her his card, "Call me Monday afternoon, okay?"

"Uuuh, yeah... sure... call ya... right."

He finished his drink and moved off to work the crowd. Glad handing some, patting this girl on the rear; approaching a petite blonde with a pixie cut and a tattoo partially revealed on her breast from behind and lightly kissing her neck, causing a shriek followed by gales of laughter. Then he spotted the tattoo and did what no one else had the nerve to do-he asked to see it. The blonde never hesitated; she pulled her top to the side to present over half of her breast for his inspection. Of course Warren's finger traced the lines of the tattoo and ending by circling her nipple before telling her it was the greatest work of its kind he'd ever seen. And he was off again. Everyone touched him one way or another as he moved through the bar, accepting a drink from this one and that as he weaved through the crowd.

A mousy looking brunette stood off to the side with a girlfriend even more forlorn then her. Warren smiled down at both and told them they were looking great. As he moved on, his hand casually caressed the brunette's inner thigh and moved up to cup her mons. Her legs bucked and her friend caught her before she fell.

Warren moved on, oblivious to her condition. Then he spotted Gail. He thought her a vision as she sat at the bar under the television. Of course, he'd had six pina coladas by then and the lighting was poor, but his instincts seldom failed him and this was no exception. Gail was truly lovely, dressed in a white smocked tank top over a full, white flowing skirt with a high side slit, her blonde hair hung loose, sweeping in a delectable wave over her pretty face. Her small, firm breasts jutted out against the tank top material. Her eyes were lightly lined and she had applied just a trace of lipstick. Warren noticed as he appraised her, that she wore no bra. Even in the dim light, her stubby nipples and the dark shadows of her areola were evident.

Gail carefully placed her drink in the center of the wet circle on the bar and practiced her smile in the mirror behind the bar. Smugly satisfied with being able to pass for a twenty four-year-old, she thrust out her breasts for maximum effect. Gail was only nineteen. Her girlfriend Karen had been right, this was just a bar, but it had a lively crowd and the music was as good as it was loud. She bet herself there wasn't a person in the bar over 30.

Discreetly she glanced in Warren's direction as he approached, and to insure capturing his attention, she leaned back in the chair, tilting it on its swivel hinge, while crossing her legs to reveal a good bit of thigh. Not satisfied with this, Gail resorted to thrusting her chest out even further and lifting her hands to sweep her hair off her neck. Her small breasts lunged out, and the nipples threatened to burst through the tank top. Gale had come here specifically to see this supposed marvelous male specimen and if he was all Karen said he was, to leave with him. But Gail was not the only female with Warren on their agenda.

Warren evaluated the women in the bar again and making his decision rose and approached Gail. He was totally relaxed as he stood next to her, holding his seventh pina colada at waist level and to his side and said in a well-modulated voice, "This sounds corny as hell, but have we met before? You look awfully familiar." She giggled to herself, and leaning forward, turned to face him, closing the distance between them even more.

Warren smiled, his white teeth sparkled and Gail took in a surprising amount of information as her eyes swept from his to his lower torso. The thick black hair, his sad, but very alert eyes, the hair on his chest and the black knit shirt he wore with casual elegance. She also noted that other than a wristwatch he wore no jewelry.

"I don't think so," Gail responded with a combination of amusement and enthusiasm. "But you do a great Garth Brooks."

Her open hands and wide eyes told Warren more than he needed to know. He reached out and took her hand in his, gazing at it with a kind of reverence.

"What are you doing?" she asked, although the lilt in her voice told him she wasn't offended.

Warren ignored her question and said, "Come with me," as he placed his drink on the bar, and he'd continued to hold her hand as they walked through the maze of tables to the right of the bar, stopping to introduce her to his friends and associates.

"Mel, this is... " he paused to allow Gail to provide her name. "Gail," she said. "Gail," Warren repeated as though to himself. Mel, Gail here is the most desirable woman I've met in a long time."

And so it went, "Jerry, Jerry, how'ya doing guy? Say, I want you to meet the vivacious Gail, isn't she gorgeous? Gail would normally have felt like a trophy on display, except for the constant body contact she was luxuriating in with him. He never let go of her hand. One minute his other arm was around her back, then around her waist, He was always close beside her. Their thighs touched with the third introduction and when he made an amusing remark, she used it as a pretext to push her hand against his chest to test its hardness. A moment later, she moved her thigh enough to reestablish contact with his.

Suddenly, they were alone in a dark corner of the bar. Gail was surprised to find herself leaning against him and hoping he'd touch her intimately. His mouth was close to hers and she absorbed the sweetness of his breath as he whispered in her ear.

"I want you to do us both a favor, okay?"

Flushed with the early stages of arousal, Gail answered before thinking. "Sure, Warren. What is it?"

"Go into the ladies room and take off your panties and bring them to me."

Gail was stunned at the request. But she also felt her pussy contracting as the wet dewdrops formed on her inner lips.

"I must be crazy," she said, and attempted a subterfuge, "but a dare's a dare. You're on," she said and she said it with enthusiasm.

Warren surprised her again. "I'm not daring you to do anything. I want you to take off your panties and come back here," he said this softly, looking directly into her eyes. "If I like the way they smell I'll take you home and fuck your brains out. Now go!"

Not used to being ordered around, Gail hesitated a moment, looked into his eyes and then headed straight to the ladies room to follow his instructions.

Why in the hell am I doing this, she wondered?

Then she answered her own question. I came to find out if he was a good as Karen said he was and he was everything Karen had bragged he was and more, including very different than the normal Friday night Romeo she was used to.

The ladies room was crowded with women applying makeup in front of the mirror and relieving themselves in the three booths. Gail stood next to one waiting for it to become free. Gradually, she became aware that the girl inside the booth was masturbating and not very shy about it. The girl started to scream as her climax coursed through her body.

"Arrrrrrgh! Yes! Oh, Jesus! Yes! Warren! Oooooooh! Yessss!" reverberated throughout the tiled room.

Two girls, both brunettes, tittered with nervous laughter and passed a joint back and forth. Gail, feeling conspicuous and very nervous about what she was about to do and the results following her action was mollified to see another woman grinding her clit against the countertop while trying to apply lipstick with a shaking hand. Gail realized the masturbating girl had affected everyone in the ladies room.

Gail knew pussy was just about drenched at this point and to her great relief, the booth opened and the masturbator emerged. She was a small, mousy brunette who glanced at Gail and said forlornly, "Oh, you're the one with him tonight." Then she brushed by Gail and strode unconcernedly to the mirror and began applying blush to her cheeks.

Gail caught the booth door on the backswing and entered. It reeked of sex. Hoisting her skirt up and sliding her panties down, Gail squatted and relieved herself. After drying herself with an abundance of toilet paper, it hit her; the masturbating girl had called out Warren's name!

"My God," she thought, automatically touching her clit gingerly with her middle finger, then probed her labia searching for her juices which were seeping out of her. She knew other women were waiting for any sounds of masturbation and contented herself with a brief flurry of finger action before following Warren's instructions and removed her panties. Flushing the toilet, she composed her features and left the booth. A petite blonde had beared her breasts and was giddily showing off a tattoo to three other women as Gail pushed open the door and left, returning to the corner where Warren was waiting.

Feeling foolish, but extremely excited from anticipation of what he must be like in bed, she laughed nervously and said, "Do you want them now?"

Warren held out his hand and she reached into her purse and took them out. He accepted them from her trembling hand. Warren noted the panties dampness, then holding her eyes with his, he sniffed them. Gail grew confused. She felt shame and arousal. It's not supposed to be like this, she thought.

"Just as I thought," he said with a grin, they're gooey with your juices."

After he uttered those words, Gail felt the first indication of an orgasm, and clamped her legs together.

"And I might add," he continued, "they are fragrant as hell."

He spread them apart so that the crotch was in front of his face and stuck his tongue out to lick the gooeyness. "Ummmm, they taste good, but I'm sure you'll taste much better Gail," he said with a huge smile.

Gail's knees buckled and he had to catch her before she fell.

"Did you just cum baby?" he asked gently.

Gail, still reeling from her first ever climax sans stimulation, told the truth.

"Yes, ooooh, I... I..." She felt his cock pressing against her ass as he held her. This prompted yet another wave to wash over her. She could not believe what was happening to her.

"That's all right baby, ride it out. It's good for you. I'll support you here while you cum," he whispered, his tongue feathery light as it licked the inside of her ear.

"Ohhhhh!" She moaned as Warren ground his hard cock into the crevice of her ass. "And don't worry about anyone bothering us. They won't. I promise."

Gail's breathing began to even out, and Warren surprised her once again.

"Show me that pretty pussy of yours Gail."

"Are... Are you... crazy?" she huffed, still trying to regain her breath.

Without waiting any longer, Warren's hand went up Gail's skirt through the slit in the side and ground briefly against her damp mons before lifting the skirt up to her waist. He knelt down, holding the skirt aloft and as though performing a routine job, took his time inspecting her.

Warren stood and dropped the skirt, watching as Gail smoothed it back into position.

"You've got a great looking pussy, baby," he said off-handedly. "I like it when a girl trims it properly. I like it a lot. Come on, let's get the fuck out of here."

Afraid to pass by the other patrons of the bar, Gail meekly followed Warren out the nearby exit, tottering and almost losing her balance when a heel caught on the step. Of course, he saved her, his hand cupping a breast and lightly squeezing it as she regained her balance.

"Thank you, she managed.

He squeezed her breast again, then released it.

"You're more than welcome. Let's take your car to your place, you can run me back in the morning," he suggested.

He's presuming a hell-of-a-lot, she thought. Then she laughed aloud. Of course he's dead right. I want him to fuck my brains out. I think he can too, and she opened the car doors.

As Gail halted the car to check traffic before leaving the parking lot, Warren leaned towards her and whispered in her ear. They were alone and he could have spoken aloud in normal tones, but this whisper provided a climate of the greatest intimacy.

"As long as we're stopped, hoist that skirt back around your hips, I want to finger fuck you a little as we go. Gail drew in her breath, and growing immensely excited, quickly raised her hips and tugged the skirt up. He surprised her again saying, "You first honey. Warm that pussy up for me."

Gail, shocked, held back a sarcastic retort and slowly lowered a hand to her center, placing a finger at her entrance. Well, she thought, I started this in the ladies room, so what if I finish with an audience? Her finger slipped easily between her moistened labia.

Gathering her nerve, she asked, "Would you like a taste?" And withdrew the finger and held it in front of his face.

"All right," he replied, and moved toward her with open mouth. After sucking her finger clean he removed it and directed it back into her pussy. "Concentrate on you're driving now," he said, that same finger teasing her ear lobe. "But keep that finger going."

Then Warren pressed his lips to her neck and began licking, kissing and sucking. Gail started to moan and kept moaning for the rest of the twenty-minute ride.

She counted her orgasms as each arrived. Counting the ones back at the bar, she'd had seven, each more powerful than the one preceding it. He covered her neck with hickeys, and Gail was thrusting three fingers into her sopping cunt when Warren slipped first one, and then a second finger up her rectum. She had to stop the car to ride out that particular orgasm on the shoulder of the road.

Finally, a weary Gail parked the car in front of her apartment.

"T... T... This is... Is..." she shuddered again for her climaxes had been relentless.

"Okay, baby. Is anyone else up there?" A boyfriend... a husband?"

"Nn... no," she stammered. "Kar... Karen... will be... be in... later." She huffed, trying to catch her breath. "Is that okay?"

"Karen?" he mused over the name. "A kinda short blonde with nice pert tits, a great ass. Gives wonderful head?"

"I... don't know about the blowjob part, but the rest sounds right."

"Well, alright! A little of this, a little of that and lot's of calimar.

Confused, Gail looked at him and said, "Calimar?"

"A royal blowjob baby. Calimar's the same as head." He casually caressed her ass as he told her this. Enjoying the feel of his hand, she pressed against him.

"Let's get it on, sweet-thighs," he laughed and smacked her ass good-naturedly.

Gail wanted to pour her body into his.

Once they were up in the apartment, Gail, always a good hostess, made Warren a scotch on the rocks and handed it to him.

"Thank you," he said, his eyes roaming over her body. Gail began to shiver with expectation at the greater things to come.

He chuckled, eyes bright and warm, and stretched his arms out to her. Gail rushed to them. Warren lowered his head and they kissed slowly as his tongue slid between her warm, soft, moist lips and explored her mouth. She was equal to the kiss. Tongues explored teeth and gums. Teeth clashed against teeth as the passion began to seethe. She wound her arms tighter around his shoulders and dug her nails into his back, almost tearing through his shirt. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled his smell, a mix of musk, sweat and sex.

She ground her sex against him, already verging on another orgasm. Stoking her round firm ass, Warren ended the kiss, and kissed each eye in turn.

"You're beautiful Gail, just fuckin' beautiful," and he cupped her breasts and fondled them gently, and instantly her nipples shot out stiff and hard in his palms.

"Come on... let's go into the bedroom," she said huskily.

"No, not yet, baby," he said gently. "First I want you to suck my prick.

Gail sighed and said, "Sure honey. Right here okay?"

"Oh, yeah, right here's fine."

She knelt down in front of him and lowered his zipper.

"I might as well ditch the pants," he said, and dropped them.

Gail hooked her fingers into his black bikini underwear and lowered them to his calves and he shook them off, removing his socks and shoes. Gail's eyes widened as she stared at his emerging cock, for it was long and thick and still limp. He stoked it a few times before relinquishing it to her care.

Gail took his member in her fist, carefully peeling back the foreskin, and after a practice turn at angling her neck to deep throat it, parted her lips and absorbed his member in her mouth and began to suck it.

Now it was Warren's turn to moan. He told himself for the hundredth time, Nothing beats a good blowjob, except another good one.

"Ahhhhhh, that's the way, baby... Calimar!" he groaned as her tongue laved along the length of his cockhead. Gail appreciated his praise and strove harder to please him, sucking harder, licking faster. Her head bobbed up and down between his legs.

Warren thought her mouth felt incredible, warm and inviting, sucking him avidly, swirling, licking, sucking, sucking, sucking. Gail's hand cupped his testicles, tickling first and then drawing her long nails in a light scratching circular pattern.

Feeling euphoric with the power to pleasure she now held in her hands and mouth, Gail naively permitted herself to dream of their future together. Humming contentedly, she changed tactics and drew him deep down into her throat, his pubic hair brushed against her lips. She pulled his cock out and began rubbing it over her face, teasing the two of them. Her eyes were shut and her face was flushed with lust.

Warren moaned softly and Gail made mewing sounds as she licked the underside of his turgid shaft. Then she resumed sucking his cock again, wondering when this magnificent stud would gift her with his sperm. she had moments before decided to swallow his load although she had never done so before. She gripped his cheeks firmly and pulled him even closer and deeper into her hungry mouth.

On Warren's behalf let us say that he continued to fuck her face eagerly, his hot, throbbing cock glistening in the lamp light as it slid in and out of her mouth. He leaned over to squeeze her nipples, finding them firm and elongated.

Then, lost in her lust, Gail was holding him with one hand as her other sought her wet cunt. Still kneeling, she spread her legs apart and in what Warren would later consider one of the most obscene gestures he's ever seen, ripped her skirt away to reach her objective.

He watched as she placed three, then four fingers inside her. He croaked hoarsely, "Baby, go for it, get the whole hand in there!"

She stopped sucking his cock for a minute, to whine piously, "Warren... lick my pussy, please!

"Go for it first, Gail! Get the whole fist in there!" he rasped, wiping the sweat from his brow and flicking it on the carpet. She sat back and looked up at him, and with a lewd smirk, jerked her legs wider apart, raised her knees and forced her thumb in with the others. It wasn't long before she'd twisted her hand in up to the wrist. Gail looked incredulously at Warren, as if to ask, "What now?"

Warren laughed obscenely. He knelt down and kissed her hard. Her tongue flashed into his mouth with a crazed frenzy. She bit his lower lip and drew blood then sucked it into her mouth to swallow it.

"Let's get something up your ass while we're at it," he suggested, and wet his fingers in her juices. "Keep twisting your wrist. Try opening and closing your fingers in there. That should bring on a flood baby."

Still bleeding, Warren lay down a barrage of kisses on Gail's face and neck, leaving a smeared trail of blood in their wake. Gail tried to raise herself up but failed, her fisting position played hell with her balance, so Warren assisted her to her knees again and using her free hand to steady herself, she presented her ass to Warren.

Warren approached her ass as though it were a shrine. He started to trace his fingernails around her puckered pinkish rim. As he continued this, he began kissing her cheeks.

Gail began to writhe, "Oh, Jesus! That feels great! Please don't... don't... stop! I... I... I'm... cuming again! Oooooooo! Oooooooo! G... G... God this is fantastic!

As Warren's finger penetrated her asshole, Gail screamed with pleasure.

"Ughhhhh!" she groaned. "Ughhhhh! I... I... feel like..."

"What do you feel like sweetness?"

"Christ! I'm gonna explode!"

"Do you want me to fuck your ass baby?" He asked, his finger making small circular movements within her rectum.

Gail shuddered before replying, "Oh, yeah! But you're so big, lover, lover, lover. Can ya... make sure..." she said, panting heavily, fighting for air, "ya don't hurt... me, huh?"

"Don't worry baby," he said, guiding a second finger in. "I'll try hard not to cause you any pain. But it's gonna hurt a little now. Is it still okay?"

"Ohhhhh, yeah, sure. I... gotta tell you..."

"Wfffffffff!"

"Ow, that hurt! But, yes... I've dreamed about being fucked there."

His fingers moved inside her, trying to open her up for his cock.

"Yes, fuck my ass!" she said, spasming again. "Huuuuugh! Shit! Oh, shit! I'm cuming!"

"Warren!"

"Oooooooh! Oooooooh! Oooooh! I... I... never fisted before... it... it's fanfuckintastic! I... don't know... what's gonna happen?"

"Uughhhh! When you fill my... shitter?"

The radio was blaring out Billy Joel's, "Uptown," and the sound prevented them from hearing the door to the apartment open.

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Chapter 2B


From his position, Warren saw Karen enter the foyer and freeze at the sight in front of her. Warren used his free hand to wave and signal her to be quiet. She nodded, and remained frozen in place.

Gail, completely unaware of her roommate's arrival, was obliviously humping up and down and meshing her hips from side to side so eager was she for Warren's prick.

Warren gripped her hips and made a minor adjustment to her position, parting her legs a little, and Gail, her sweat sheened body glowing in the soft lighting, continued her frenetic fisting. Positioned on her one forearm and knees, Gail immediately thrust her buttocks up at him, her fine hair sweeping in a lovely curtain over her face, her head turned to one side.

"Ready?" Warren asked, lining up his fully erect prick and pressing it against her tight little ring. He found Gail breathing deeply, anxiously gasping, "Fuck me, fuck me..."

Inch by inch, Warren began slide into her ass.

Gail yelped, shuddered and groaned, "Time out... time out!

"What is it?" he asked.

"Wait... just... wait a second! I... I... gotta get my hand out!"

And with a loud sucking sound she tugged her hand free of her juicy, sopping cunt.

"Okay baby," she moaned, "fuck away!"

The carpet beneath them was soaked and stained with a mix of their combined sweat and Gail's juices. Warren managed to work three inches in and was covered with sweat. Gail was speaking in some private babble, half English, half God knows what.

Warren turned his head to confront Karen who had closed the door and was standing just inside the room. He mouthed the words. "Get naked," but she didn't notice so intent was staring at the tableau in front of her. But Warren grinned as Karen gradually raised her dress to her waist and wrenched her underwear to one side, squatted down and began to masturbate.

Warren, realizing it is to soon for Gail to become aware of Karen's presence, pulled her closer to him and murmured, "I'm gonna lift you and carry you to the chair where you'll be more comfortable, okay?"

"Uuugh," she croaked, "anything you say... lover man. I'm feelin' great."

This insures that Gail won't see Karen for some time, but Warren has both women in his field of vision.

Panting heavily, Gail cries out, "Come on, fuck my ass... I want your cock in my ass... all the way in, come on, come on, fuck it hard!"

Warren smiled at Karen, flexing his buttocks at the same time. Karen was slowly removing her clothes and now stood behind Gail wearing only a white garter-belt, thigh-high white hose and high heels.

Warren had already figured out what the girls only knew subconsciously -- they were bi -- and wanted him to bring them together.

"You're a vision from heaven," he breathed heavily to Gail, plowing his hardon deeper into her anus. He shook his head and showered her with his sweat. Karen moved stealthily behind him and sank to her knees, then began to lightly fondle his balls while drawing her fingernail from his scrotum to his rectum.

Gail was reveling in the feel of his cock rampaging through her ass. She realized he was thicker than she'd expected, and she winced as she felt what she thought were the walls of her anal canal tearing as it expanded with the force of his furious fucking.

He drove deeper and forced Gail to cry out, and as her head snapped up, her mouth jerked open. Warren saw her lips drawn back in a death-like rictus smile and knew she was in pain. But she grunted and urged him on, remaining as she was, facing the back of the chair.

Gail managed to worm her hand under her stomach to her clitoris and began to tease it. Warren gripped her hips and slammed his hips forward, forcing his cock still deeper into her ass. Gail gasped loudly.

"Arghhhhh! Ooooh it hurts!"

"Want me to stop baby?"

"Noooooooo! It hurts sooo good! Baby! Baby! I'm cuming, Oh, shit! What're you doooing to me? I can't stop cuming!

Gail rejoiced in the feel of his hard, hot, throbbing prick as it weaved its way in and out of her ass. Waves of pain and pleasure washed over her. She gathered her thoughts for a moment and reflected, "If this is what ass fucking is all about I'm all for it, a little pain but what a fucking intense orgasm!"

Warren was enjoying Karen's tongue as she rimmed his asshole and placed a hand on her head to signal her to continue. In response, Karen dragged her long nails along his ass cheeks to his hole, leaving a long red welt and, wetting a finger with her saliva, began to screw it into his rectum.

He spread his legs wider apart to open his hole to her questing finger and groaned as Karen pressed onward. Flinging his head back, Warren once again released a torrent of sweat around the room. Sucking his belly in, he drove his rigid prick even further into Gail's ass. Deeper and deeper it went, and Gail cried out in agonized lust as his hot prick seared her channel.

"Like it, eh, cunt?" he grunted, nuzzling her neck. "Like my prick in your ass, eh?"

"Yes," she whimpered. "Oh god yes!"

Warren began to concentrate on holding off his climax. He listened intently to Gail's babbling and her torrent of pleas and promises.

"Oh baby, you're so good," she gasped, "I'll do anything for you... I want to give you everything... please?"

He didn't answer, in part because of Karen's questing finger, in part because he wanted to see just what Gail would agree to under the circumstances. He knew from past experience that she might yield a treasure trove of goodies to him in her current state of excitement.

"Warren, please? I want to be a little pervert for you!"

"My pervert eh?"

"Yes! Your slut, I want... I want to be your complete slut."

"My slut huh?" He continued pumping his cock into her.

Gail moaned, and continued, "I want you to spank me, to whip me properly, whip me all over."

"You want me to whip you?"

"Yes, dear God! Will you do that? Whip me hard?"

"I have every intention of doing just that."

"Ohhh, wonderful! Wonderful!"

Warren realizing he can't hold off any longer begins to berate her, hoping it will drive her completely over the edge.

"Come on you cunt, that's what you are ya know, a fuckin' sniveling little ass sucking, cunt fisting, cocksucker who'll blow anyone I tell you to!"

"Ohhhh, shit!"

"Ain't that right baby?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Warren. Oh, yeah!"

"Did you hear me bitch?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I'll suck anything you put in front of me!"

"Is that right baby?"

"Oh baby! Keep that prick movin' like that!"

"I'm... cumin' again, Warren!"

"Oh, Christ... it's sooooo fuckin' good!"

"I never want it to stop!"

"Oh, God... Oh, God!

Warren decided to finish Gail off with a flourish. Unflexing his buttocks, he slowly slid his brown, flaked prick out of Gail's ass, turning almost inside out. He paused for a fraction of a second, sighed and skewed her asshole again.

Gail shrieked and came hard! Her body swaying and undulating erotically under his. Warren's hands glided up to her breasts and grasped her compact nipples and squeezed unmercifully hard as he continued fucking her until she convulsed and spasmed with his throbbing prick embedded in her

"Did you mean what you were just saying baby?" He whispered into her ear.

"Huh?" she responded still delirious with pleasure.

"You know, about suckin' anything I put in front of you."

"Oh Warren, you bet your ass I will!" Gail answered with a lewd and obscene laugh. Grinning obscenely himself, Warren pulled his still rampant cock from her ass with a loud swooshing, sucking sound and presented it to her mouth.

"Can... can... I?"

"Can you what bitch? You fucking whore, are you gonna deny you just said you'd suck anything I put in front of you?" he screamed at her.

Both girls looked at him in awe. The veins in his neck bulged with anger. A frightened Karen hastily withdrew her finger from Warren's ass, and a cowering Gail took his slimey prick between two fingers and guided it into her mouth.

"Ummmph! She gulped as Warren pumped twice and began to ejaculate into Gail's mouth.

"Don't swallow it!" he told her, "hold it, I've got a surprise for you baby."

Reaching behind him, Warren grasped Karen by the arm and gently pulled her in front of Gail.

A shocked Gail almost spit his sperm out.

"Waaas disss? Waa... ren?

"Don't spill it and don't swallow it, Gail," he admonished.

"Aw, shit, I'm sorry, Gail baby, I really don't mean to yell at you and I'm not going to hurt you either. You're a sweetheart, really. But your girlfriend came in just when I was stickin' it up your ass."

"Waaa?"

And, Karen and I... well, you must know we've fucked each other a couple times now... and since Karen was watching us and is probably hotter than a two-dollar pistol by now... well I think..."

"Ah, why don't you just kiss her and swap my load with her. He gestured with his hands, "Come on, girls get it on."

Karen leaned in close to Gail and opened her mouth, waiting apprehensively. Gail still stunned by this turn of events, closed her eyes and moved her mouth closer to Karen's.

"That's right, baby. That's it. Now let it go into her mouth."

To Warren it seemed like a slow-motion film, as Gail cautiously allowed the sperm to leave her mouth. Forming a long, thin string of sperm and saliva it hung suspended in the air for a second before reaching Karen's out stretched tongue. As the last of it entered Karen's mouth, the girls kissed for the first time. Karen's tongue eagerly searched Gail's teeth and gums, just as Warren's had earlier.

Warren chuckled as he watched a trickle of sperm dribble from the lips of both women. Karen quickly swallowed. The kiss lasted a surprisingly long time. Finally, they broke it, but held one another tightly. Warren ran his hand along Karen's leg until he reached her wet pussy. A moment later Gail's hand touched his and recoiled as if shocked.

"Oh yeah, baby," Karen said, "go on, I'm dripping like a faucet!"

"Want both our fingers?" He asked.

"Yes!" Karen leered, licking her lips obscenely. "I am one fuckin' sick bitch."

Gail tittered nervously.

"Look Gail! Watch him as he slides his fingers into my asshole!"

"God Karen... I never knew."

Warren laughed. "Put some fingers in her cunt Gail," he suggested. "Karen will take all the fingers we have to give her, right Karen?"

"Right," Karen moaned softly. "Come on, Gail, touch me."

He guided Gail's hand into position and she inserted two fingers into Karen's labia and spread them, exposing her pink slit.

"Oooooh, that feels sooooo good baby!"

"You're sure?" Gail asked tentatively.

"Sure I'm sure... do me baby... do me!"

Warren's gleaming prick was semi-hard as he offered it to Karen who accepted it, and after kissing the head, started licking the underside in a slow languid fashion.

"Ahhh, that's good. I've got to lie down. Let's all move to the bedroom shall we?"

Everyone agreed that was a great idea and grunting and groaning they made their way to the boudoir.

Before they got settled in, Warren asked Gail to make some drinks for everyone and as she left the room Karen resumed fondling Warren's balls and tickling his ass with her fingernails while drawing his long cock deeper into her throat.

"You two ever get it on before?" he asked. She withdrew his shimmering cock from her mouth and held it with two fingers, pausing to watch a string of saliva hanging. It stretched longer and longer. Stubbornly it refused to snap.

"Not yet we haven't." Impishly, she reached out and broke the string.

"I want to," she continued, "but she's... kinda prudish. There have been moments when I think she wanted to, but..."

"Let's fix that, shall we?" He smiled, then laughed out loud.

"What's so funny?" Gail asked as she returned with the drinks. Everyone relaxed on the bed as they sipped their drinks.

"Gail," Warren asked, "did you enjoy our little session?"

"Except for the very last part, yes," she said softly.

"You came to the bar looking for me, didn't you?"

"Yes," she replied in an even softer tone.

"Do you remember making some promises out there?"

Gail nibbled at her fingernail before responding timidly. "At the bar?"

"No, not at the bar," he said, his voice heavy with sarcasm. "Out there in the living room when I had my dick up your little puckered asshole!"

Biting her lower lip, Gail paused before answering. Karen was licking her lips, attentively hanging on every word.

"Yes," she said, her voice hardly discernible.

"What? Speak up, I didn't hear you," he said severely.

She looked up for the first time and answered spitting out the words.

"Yes, goddamnit I do!"

Flushed with anger, Gail continued, "Do you mind if I ask where the hell you're going with this?"

"Not at all," he said kindly. "Do you remember saying, 'I'll do anything for you... I want to give you everything... Please? Please? I want to be a little pervert for you, a slut, a complete slut... I want you to spank me, to whip me properly, whip me all over... Will you do that? Whip me hard?' "

"Ohhh Jesus, what have I done?" Gail sobbed and tears began to stream down her face.

"Hey, hey," he crooned tenderly, lifting her chin with his hand.

"Remember you set out to pick me up. Haven't you enjoyed every fuckin' minute of it?"

She nodded her assent.

"Say so if you did. Please, I want to hear you say it."

"Yes, but it was..." Gail realized this was getting her nowhere and capitulated.

"Yes. I said all those things." She sniffed and wiped at her nose, looking at him defiantly; her nostril's flared, as though girding herself for combat.

He paused, and absentmindedly ran his hand along Karen's thigh to her glossy wet mound. Gail tossed her hair and her small breasts jiggled temptingly as she wiped at her eyes, now red from crying.

"Hey, listen. I'm not plannin' on selling you to a white-slaver or anything," Warren said, his voice murmuring quiet assurance.

"We've just had great sex," and he ran his fingers lightly across her neck, causing a tremor to ripple through Gail's body. "And we're gonna have more of the same, if you'll give us both a chance."

Gail's head jerked up and she stared at the two of them. "Both of us?" Gail felt a queasiness vibrating through her belly.

Warren sensed her reaction and strove to placate her.

"Yeah, us." And he gestured towards Karen. "You live with Karen... you err, just had a couple fingers in her cunt and you kissed each other for an eternity..." "But I don't wanna fuck Karen... I like guys... not girls."

Slowly her head drooped, and the tears resumed falling.

"Okay, baby, okay. Let's try something different here. I'm gonna do you again, Okay? Just close your eyes, lie back, spread your legs and relax. Forget about Karen. Forget all about Karen, just think about me and my cock."

"And your tongue and those soft hands," she added in a little girl's voice.

"Right, my soft hands."

This was stated so soothingly that the emotionally exhausted Gail lay back on the bed and spread her legs apart, waiting for him.

Warren carefully placed a pillow under her behind and lifted her legs onto his shoulders. Then he bent down to place a tender kiss on her labia.

"Oooooooooh," she moaned and placed a finger in her mouth. Her eyes were closed and her pelvic muscles were already twitching.

"You know, baby, you're the hottest bitch I've fucked in a long, long time. You just relax now. I'm gonna take my time, cause I'm gonna do Karen too. Just don't go to sleep on me," he teased.

She giggled, mollified now that she was not going to be forced to have sex with Karen.

"Hey, baby," he said softly, I've got an idea, and his finger entered her pussy, already oozing juices.

"Oooooooh, Warren," she moaned, "that feels sooooo good! Soooo good."

I'm gonna do this for a while," he said, easing a second finger in as he reached around to cup her ass. His fingers rapidly found her anus still puckered open enough to take two fingers from that hand.

"How's this," he whispered in her ear just before sticking his tongue in it.

"Christ! Ohhh, Warren! That's good! Ohhhh!"

"Is he really that good Gail?" Karen asked.

"Jeeze," and Gail's voice choked up. "yes, yes, yes! He is!"

Warren knew it wouldn't be long at this rate before she was coming again. He glanced at Karen who was holding her left breast and licking her nipple. She winked back at him.

"I'm goin' as slow as I can baby," he said softly to Gail. "Would you like me to blindfold you? And then after you cum this time, I'll spank you. You've been a bad girl today haven't you?"

"A blindfold?"

"Yeah, it adds to the excitement," he said reassuringly.

"Why a blindfold?"

"Cause it adds to the mystery of what's coming next."

No, I don't think so. And no tying me up either."

"What about the spanking?"

I haven't been spanked in a long time. Have I been a naughty girl?"

"Of course you've been naughty," Karen volunteered.

"You won't hurt me will ya?"

"No." He laughed at her as if to say don't be a baby about this.

"In fact I'll give you a code word. If you want me to stop just say Yellow."

"Yellow. I say yellow and you'll stop?"

"That's right. And Karen will make sure I do, won't you, Karen?"

Karen let her breast drop. "Of course I will. Don't worry Gail it will go just fine."

"Is that nice Karen?" Gail asked.

"Is what nice darling?"

"Nursing yourself like that. I... I can't do that."

"You can't?"

"Mine are too small," she said shyly.

"Well to tell the truth it is nice. Here try one of mine and see for yourself."

Karen offered a breast to Gail.

Gail licked her lips and started to lean forward in acceptance, but halted abruptly.

"No! No I can't."

"It's okay baby, it's okay.

Karen had the blindfold in her hand and tied it around Gail's face. She didn't protest she seemed to have forgotten that she didn't want to wear it. Then Warren turned her onto her stomach and took two Velcro ties and secured her hands to the headboard and before she could protest he was doing the same to her legs.

"What... why tie me up?" She cried.

"Just so you don't move too much. This is gonna hurt a bit you know."

Warren shoveled a hand under her belly and resumed finger fucking her moist pussy. Gail scrunched her butt as high as she could to permit his hand to roam.

"Oooooo yes, I love that. But, Warren baby?"

He kissed her shoulder, then asked, "What lover?"

"Please... don't hurt me too much, please?"

"No baby, nice and easy. Remember the safe word."

"Ummm, yellow."

Warren glanced at Karen and was amused to find her squeezing her breasts together and pulling on her nipples, stretching them out and then sucking on them.

He sat on the edge of the bed admiring Gail's firm cheeks, before asking, "Have you ever done this before Gail?"

"No, no, never. But I've thought about it a lot."

Warren smiled, impressed with her eagerness and stroked her cheeks languidly, almost caressing them. He looked over to Karen and raised his arm in preparation to delivering the first smack.

Karen, excited by what is to come, began frantically humping her fingers, and the wet, slurping sound resounds throughout the room causing Gail to ask with some alarm, "What... What's going on there? What's that noise?"

"Karen's getting a little carried away with herself," Warren whispered soothingly, and she's gonna suck me off while I do you. You don't mind do you?"

He smiled at Karen, whose eyes were shut. Warren lowered his hand and instead of a smack, he began exploring Gail's sopping wet cunt. Gail writhed and moaned in anticipation.

"I... I... promise to be a real good girl... real good..." Gail whimpered, as she bit her lip. At this juncture, Gail found herself extremely wet, and began humping her hips up and down, eager for something, anything to happen.

Warren suddenly slapped her right cheek hard, counted silently to 2 and then smacked the left. He continued alternating the spanking until a dozen smacks were delivered. Then he paused. Gail was grimacing with the pain, but hadn't cried out.

"How about another round Gail? Are you up for it?"

"Oh, yes please!" she responded quickly.

"Please... tell me what Karen's doing?"

"Is Karen getting you excited?"

Casually, he slid two fingers inside her pussy and moved them in a circular fashion.

"Oh... Oh, God! Oooooh, Oh, it's so good. Please, please... I'm, oh, am I going to come?"

"No! You are not going to come until I tell you too. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she whimpered. But what is Karen..."

Gail cried out in astonishment and pain as Warren's hand starting whacking her again, only now he was striking with added force.

"Yessssssssss! I... is... she coming from watching... me?"

"That's ten more you've got coming. Is Karen worth it?"

"Yes!" Ohhhhh!"

He slapped her crimson cheeks two more times, then turned to Karen.

"Are you coming Karen?"

His voice was hoarse. Karen never opened her eyes, but responded just as she came.

"Nauggggh! Naugggggh! Aaaah! F... F... Fuck yeah!" Karen yelled loudly.

"Ooooooh yeah, Gail! This is a great cum! T... Thh... Thank... you Gail honey!"

"Oh Karen! I got you off?"

"Oooooooh Yeah! I'm coming like there's no tomorrow!"

That sent Gail over the top and humping up and down, in rhythm with his smacks she too started coming.

"Oooooooh Christ!"

"I... I... don... don't believe this!"

He smacked her again.

"I... Can't cum like this! It's too fucking powerful!"

Yet, Gail shifted her position to present her ass for another round of smacks, letting out a long mournful moan filled with lust and craving.

Karen lay next to her on the bed, legs spread wide apart and panting, pleading incoherently, whimpering, "Yes, yes..."

Warren leaned over Karen and kissed her softly on the mouth. Bringing her back to reality.

"Ummm," she sighed, running her hand through Warren's hair.

"I think Gail's ready for you now baby," he said, his voice bearly audible.

"Uhhhh," she moaned quietly, "Ohhhh yes, uhhh, ohhhh, God yes! Thank you Warren."

Karen reached over and freed Gail's hands and legs. Then she ran her fingers around behind Gail's head, removing the blindfold and tossing it aside. Karen put both hands on Gail's head, tangling her hair in her fingers and eventually pulled Gail's mouth to hers. She kissed a very responsive Gail deeply for some minutes. When they pulled apart, Gail was rapidly changing her opinion on bi-sexual behavior. Warren gently caressed her scorched cheeks.

"Oooooh, wow! That was soooo nice." Gail wriggled to be even closer to Karen and whispered, "Karen, please... kiss me again."

Almost by instinct, Gail's hips began moving in a bucking motion, and she discovered she was now rubbing her very wet cunt against Warren's thigh, soaking his leg thoroughly, pulling it toward her in such a way that it appeared she was trying to swallow him with her sex. Gail felt another orgasm approaching. As she prepared to let loose an anticipatory guttural scream of pleasure, she heard Karen off in the distance saying, "She's coming again Warren," and as if in a dream felt Karen place the tip of her index finger against her anus.

Karen's other hand went immediately to Gail's now thickly swollen labia, lingering here and there as she stroked them, parted them and entered her.

Gail's eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. Her hands clenched the sheet, pulling it from its mooring around the mattress.

Warren had gotten up and was dressing.

"Are you okay baby?" Karen asked soothingly.

Gail nodded, and Karen slid another polished red fingernail inside her red, swollen lips. Gail opened her eyes, looked up and locked eyes with Karen as the fingers slid deeply into her cunt and fluttered. Gail groaned.

"Muuuuuhh! Muuuh... pussy! She whined.

"What about your pussy baby?" Karen crooned, before taking Gail's nipple into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it.

"Aughhhhh!" Gail moaned as she joyously thrashed her pelvis uncontrollably, striving to compel Karen's fingers in deeper. Karen, evidently very knowledgeable in this area, withdrew them a bit. And Gail's hips settled back down, but she cried out in longing at losing the deep contact.

Karen reverted to stroking and rubbing, going about this much longer than necessary. Warren leaned close to Karen and whispered softly in her ear. "You owe me, now. Don't forget."

She nodded her assent, then hunched her shoulders as she bent down to lay a series of light kisses across Gail's belly.

Warren finished dressing, checked on the girls again and smiling quietly left the apartment.

Gail's breath was coming in short gasps at this point and her belly tightened into knots as Karen's devilish fingers discovered all her hot spots. Gail's pussy had never felt this sensitive before. Karen's deft manipulations had every nerve in Gail's body screaming. She was on the verge of combustion.

"Would you like me to stop," Karen teased quietly, her fingers still busy, sensing Gail's need to be finished off.

"No. That feels wonderful." Gail snorted, as she gasped for air. Giggling lewdly, Karen slid her two carefully polished fingers deep into Gail's inflamed cunt, bringing exquisite delight to Gail by slowly pushing them in and quickly drawing them out while watching the strong emotions of lust flickering across Gail's face.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Karen bent down and let her hot tongue run up and down the very swollen outer lips. Gail whooped at the touch of the tongue and groaned loudly.

"My God, that's it! Oh! Oh!"

Karen continued to lick. Gail started coming again and continued to come for some time as Karen's tongue and fingers did their job.

After a long period of silence unbroken except for the intake of breath, Gail spoke quietly and with some hesitation.

"I want to eat you." She whined. "I have to taste you Karen."

Karen remained silent, but her heart was pounding furiously.

"Please?"

"Yes, oh... yes please go down on me!"

"How shall I start?"

"Just put your tongue in me."

Karen was writhing in anticipation, almost on the cusp of orgasm when Gail caught her totally unprepared and unleashed an uninhibited display of feminine arousal. Gail swiveled around and rearranged Karen as she leaned back resting her weight on one arm. Then bent Karen's leg so that it would help support her and pushed the other out to the side presenting her cunt as a tempting target.

Karen stared at her, amazed at the expertise behind the manipulation, then it was her turn to gasp, as Gail took Karen's hand and had her start to finger herself. Puzzled, Karen did, all too gladly. Then without warning, Gail drove her face down onto Karen's cunt and started lapping like a dog. Her groans of passion were muffled deep within Karen's cunt. Gail kissed and sucked Karen's fingers as Karen removed them to permit Gail's mouth better access.

Suddenly Gail pushed herself back and hovered above Karen, gazing down at her gaping cunt.

"You're not STOPPING!" Karen cried out in frustration. She stared at Gail, wide-eyed.

Gail stared intently at her pussy. She'd never really looked at another woman before. She thought Karen's pussy looked delicious, her darker outer lips were swollen open enough to reveal the delicate, glistening pink of her inner labia.

Karen's breath hissed through her nostrils as Gail moved up and kissed her passionately, moaning into her mouth as Gail's fingers resumed their quest, pressing into her opening and savoring the wetness she found waiting there.

Lightly Gail's finger rubbed up and down, stroking her channel and clit. Karen was moaning steadily, building quickly towards an orgasm. Gail marveled at how responsive she was.

"Fuck me!" Karen screamed hoarsely.

"What?"

"Fuck me!"

"How?"

"Just like you would a guy!"

Gail mounted her as she thought a guy would and inched into the proper position. She was rewarded with the feel of Karen's wonderful breasts crushed against her own, and as Karen moved forward, their wet pussies slowly connected. It was like an electrical current had been turned on. Both surged with renewed energy as their swollen lips slid over each other.

Karen leaned back on her elbows and Gail began to lift her ass up and down as the lips continued to slide over each other and fresh juices began to flow from both of them. Their cunts pushed together and suddenly Karen shuddered and trembled as Gail increased the intensity of her fucking, pounding up and down furiously. They were so wet that Gail felt no discomfort, just a need to thrust harder.

"Oh, shit, babe, you give good pussy," Karen sobbed as she came hard.

"Oh, fuck it, fuck it!" Gail screamed and pounded relentlessly, pushing forward back and forth, back and forth, slipping and sliding from the bottom of Karen's pussy to her asshole. Gail's own hips were lunging and twisting and as Karen continued moving beneath her, Gail's orgasm hit her like a Mack Truck.

They lay still afterward, breathing heavily, eyes closed, both thinking about what had just transpired.

Karen looking forward to their next sexual adventure, Gail pondering the new sensations she'd undergone.

"Am I a lesbian? She wondered.

As though on the same wavelength, Karen answered her. "In case you're wondering, you're not a lesbian. You really like guys more than women. But I'd say that you're probably bi-sexual, since you seemed to like eating hairpie so much."

"Hairpie? Oh, pussy?"

"Yeah, pussy."

"Yeah... pussy!"

The moved into each other's arms and kissed lovingly and gradually the heated kisses aroused them both and they renewed their lovemaking.

Gail realized a repressed desire of her own had surfaced -- a fondness for Karen's mouth on her thick, excited, nipples. And, although she tensed up somewhat when Karen first cupped and then squeezed her breasts, Gail found it so pleasing she relaxed and discovered herself kissing Karen again and again. Slowly and deeply, probing and intensifying the heat. In no time at all the staggering lust had both girls ravaging each other's cunt using the classic 69 position.

This time, when Gail's climax hit, she nearly threw the both of them off the bed. Karen followed with her own seconds later, coming with an equally violent force.

Exhausted and sweaty now, Gail collapsed in a breathy heap on the bed, throwing her arms over her head.

"I like the way you changed your mind," Karen said.

"Ummmmmm," Gail sighed, "Glad I did. Hey! Where's Warren?"

"Oh baby," Karen cooed, "we won't be needing him for a while will we?"

"I guess not. But he's awful nice," she said dreamily.

"Hey Karen?"

"What baby?"

"Can I spank you later?"



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Chapter 3A: Glenda


Because of the congested traffic, Warren left the cab in the middle of the street a half-block from his apartment and jogged through the heavy rain to the dryness of his apartment's lobby. Once inside, he ran his hands through his hair and wiped them on his raincoat before removing it and shaking it over the marble floor forming a small pool. Draping the raincoat over his shoulder, he sauntered over to the mailbox and retrieved his mail and perused it, noting with some chagrin they were mostly bills. Stuffing them into his briefcase, he entered the elevator and pressed the button for the seventh floor and his apartment.

As the elevator doors opened, he spied Glenda, the new barmaid from 'The Bar, ' his favorite bistro, huddled by his door in a rain-splattered raincoat. To his practiced eye she resembled a waif from "Les Miserables" as she cowered there waiting for him to speak. Walking over to her, Warren felt like a giant as he towered over her, but recalled the other night on meeting her for the first time that she had to be about 5' 8". Warren smiled reassuringly as he held his hand out and helped her to her feet, holding her hand just a beat too long. He noted her hairdo was all but ruined from the rain, at least until she had an opportunity to perform major repairs, but she still looked good to Warren.

"Is this my lucky night or what?" he asked as if it were a rhetorical question. Smiling warmly, he gazed directly into her eyes.

"I was about to call you about our date for tomorrow night," he said. "You didn't have to wait in line overnight like someone looking for World Series tickets."

Glenda dusted herself off and averted her eyes even as he asked if she'd been waiting long.

"No, I... I guess I've been here about ten minutes." (She was lying; it had been over two hours, although she had been pacing outside in the rain only 20 minutes before.)

Glenda managed a wane smile and rested a hand on his shoulder for balance as she adjusted a shoe and said, "Don't go jumping to conclusions," she said morosely. "The owner of 'The Bar' put some moves on me that I didn't appreciate and he fired me when I objected and cursed him," her downcast eyes examined her shoes.

"I... I had nothing to do with myself, so after walking around kinda aimlessly for a while I decided to use the time to find out where you lived. Then I thought that... well, that you'd be home soon and if you... well, if you had tonight open... maybe we could switch nights and you could cheer me up and I could spend tomorrow looking for a new job."

"Oh..." he let the word hang there, knowing she was giving him a line but he suspected most of it was true. He took out his keys and selected one, saying, "Let's get inside and get comfortable."

Warren unlocked the door, and ushered Glenda inside. She walked in and removed her raincoat and handed it to Warren. She wore a striking black cocktail dress held up by thin straps. Warren got a glimpse of abundant cleavage as she sank down into a white leather couch. Glenda crossed her legs and her dress rode high up on her thighs. It was obvious to him Glenda was not wearing her normal working clothes, a tight Tee shirt and jeans or slacks. Warren enjoyed the views provided him and chalked it up as a deliberate ploy on the road to seducing him.

He wondered who'd given her his address before recalling that he'd handed her his card the other night at 'The Bar'.

Glenda's attention was diverted from Warren as she took a moment to glance around the spacious living room. The walls were painted a deep, dark green and complimented by white trim. The celery green carpet was plush, not at all typical of a bachelor's pad at all. Several brilliantly colored French Impressionistic paintings hung on the walls. Glenda thought they were perfect for the room's decor. A compact, but fully equipped kitchen was off to the right and a pair of saloon type swinging doors led to a darkened bedroom, hinting at an excitement that lay beyond.

"Warren, how the hell do you pay for all this?" she asked, so genuinely curious she momentarily forgot her manners.

"I've got a rich uncle," he grinned at her, deflecting her question into his finances. "You want to freshen up while I fix you a drink for a change?"

"Yeah, I'd could use a hair stylist. Where's the John?

"Through that door to the left of the counter."

"Oh, and no thanks on the booze, I don't drink."

Surprised, Warren came back lamely, "But... you're a bartender?"

"Was a bartender." She corrected him and with a weak smile went on to explain. "My father, sister and two brothers are drunks, so I thought I'd stay the hell away from it. Bartending serves as a daily reminder of how devastating it can be." She hugged her knees close to her.

Warren studied her. He thought she looked like a little girl in the pose.

"So how 'bout a Perrier or a Coke, I'm thirsty and hate to drink in front of company?"

She kicked off her shoes, and Warren said, "Hey, I should've said it earlier, make yourself at home."

"A Coke would be fine, please use a lot of ice though, and thanks."

Glenda laughed and hugged her knees again as she began to feel better about life in general. He was good to be around she thought as she followed his movements in preparing the drinks.

Warren took off his jacket and draped it over a yellow and gray easy chair. Glenda wiggled her toes as she noted his back muscles rippling under his shirt. Warren glanced over at her and when he saw her dancing toes his eyebrows raised in anticipation of things to come.

Then she remembered she had a date with a mirror and rose to her feet and excused herself.

Warren was impressed with the brief time it took Glenda to make the necessary repairs to her face and hair.

"That was fast," he said complementing her, but watching her every movement as she returned and sat down. "You managed to improve upon perfection. Amazing," he said, flashing his brilliant teeth at her.

"Did you like working at 'The Bar'?" he asked, positioning himself directly in front of her and handing her the Coke.

"Yes I did," she said, accepting it, her voice was tinged with regret. "The clientele were friendly and tips were generous."

"Would you go back there if they asked you in a nice way?"

"Oh, sure," she said matter-of-factly. "But it will never happen. I told the owner to go fuck himself and he exploded, and fired me on the spot," as she said this, she was slowly, almost lovingly, stroking the stem of her glass up and down.

"Well, that should have settled that," he said. When she looked at him as he stood in front of her he slowly ran his finger around the rim of his glass.

"Ya know, I never liked that guy, what's his name, err... Jarvis, ain't it?"

She nodded.

At that point Warren casually brought the tip of his finger to his mouth to lubricate the lip of the glass. Glenda uncrossed her legs and rested both feet on the floor for a moment while she concentrated her gaze on him, then she paused to sip her Coke.

"Excuse me a moment," Warren said, putting down his drink. "I have to make a call. Make yourself comfortable."

She laughed nervously and said, "You've already told me that."

He nodded absently, "So I did. Well, I'll be right back," he said, and went into the bedroom to make his call.

Five minutes passed before he returned. He was quick to see Glenda's legs were crossed again and her skirt had risen a little higher.

"Okay, he said smiling down at her. "Good news my Glamorous Glenda, you're back on the payroll. Just show up Friday night and, oh yeah, you get paid from today on. The boss is very sorry about what happened and hopes that will help make up for your bad experience."

Glenda was somewhat stunned with this news and got up carelessly and in so doing, managed to flash her lime-green panties at him. Not aware of what she'd done, Glenda threw her arms around him and hugged him tight.

"I could kiss you for that, you wonderful lug!" she cried.

"Be my guest," he smiled, feeling his erection growing.

And she did. It was a warm, soft kiss that gradually evolved into an open-mouthed duel of tongues. When it ended they held each other close and she stared at him, drinking him in. What kind of man was this she thought to herself. She had been attracted to him since meeting him in 'The Bar' that first night, but that had happened with other guys, but not this way, not this quickly. And now she felt what had to be his manhood pressing against her and she rolled her hip so as to lean into it a little more, savoring the touch, prolonging the contact.

"How... how did you manage it?" she asked, excited, breathless and somewhat confused. Her hands were locked around his neck.

"It was easy," he said, twirling a lock of her hair around his finger while establishing a gentle rhythm as he jabbed his rapidly rising cock into her groin. "I know the real owner. Your boss, Jarvis is just a front man. A manager of sorts, and you're not the first girl he's caused to leave. He may be on his way out. The owner didn't like hearing what I told him."

DINING AT THE 'Y'

Awed by all that was transpiring, Glenda's subconscious took over. As she ground her pelvis against his hardon she realized where this was going and asked raggedly, "Is the bedroom special?" Her eyes were sparkling with lust. Only then did she mentally berate herself for being too fucking easy.

"I might be wrong," he said, "but you seem to have planned on something special for tonight, so why don't we venture into my den of... what's the word I want?"

"Iniquity?" Glenda whispered into his ear with a nervous laugh. Then she threw caution to the wind and began probing it with her tongue.

Warren took a deep breath, scooped her into his arms and pushed through the saloon doors. On seeing the bed and its white silk spread, along with the white canopy, Glenda produced a high, lilting giggle.

Warren carried Glenda into the room and deposited her on the bed, flipped a light switch that cast a dim lighting from the corners of the room.

He chuckled and smiled at her as his fingers lowered the zipper of his fly.

Glenda watched him, asking herself: "Girl you do know what you're doing, don't you?" Then answered herself by licking her lips and tittering gaily, "It's so you, Warren," and reaching behind her, grasped her own zipper and started to undress.

She was almost naked after tugging the black dress over her head and draping it over a chair. She shook her head, tossing her hair back into place and posed provocatively for him, thrusting her pelvis forward and throwing her hip out to the side. Her lime-green panties followed a moment later.

Warren stopped undressing and drank in her nude beauty. Glenda's tan lines served to highlight her trimmed, triangular black bush. Her firm breasts were fully tanned; her hardened nipples stuck out like twin pencil erasers. Her lush mouth, with pouting lips, appeared to be soft and swollen enough to kill for.

Warren's legs quivered with an urgent yearning as Glenda took two steps toward him, breasts jiggling and eyes sparkling. She slipped off his tie, undid his shirt buttons, jumping and yipping with glee when his roving fingers grazed her pussy's outer lips. He pried off his shoes and socks while standing up; his shirt hit the floor as Glenda laughed boisterously and traced the goosebumps on his arms; then ran her hands over his muscle rippled stomach, stopping to kiss the knife scar she discovered there. When she started to lick his old wound his erection reached its zenith and he picked her up and carried her back to the bed and lay her down.

Slowly, she continued to tease him as she removed her thigh high stockings, running her hands up to her hairy bush and spreading her lower lips apart revealing the secret pink beneath to him.

Shaking off his trousers and boxer shorts, Warren lay down beside her and in a half second, Glenda was all arms and legs around him. They were face to face with open mouths; she was pushing up against him as if he was everything she'd ever wanted. He licked her eyes, forcing them closed and then he kissed her -- softly, then hard, then softly again -- reveling in the soft lushness of her mouth and surprisingly fiery responsive tongue. He rubbed his nose into a crevice in her neck and inhaled her fragrance, trying to drown himself in it. Then, taking her breasts in his hands, he pinched each nipple and rolled them between his fingers, finally stretching them out before choosing one swollen tip with his mouth as he strove to please one breast while torturing the other, until her nipples stood out in angry red arousal.

Glenda thrust a fist into her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure. She reached out and covered his hand as he toyed with her nipples. She tightened her fingers over his causing him to tighten his grip on them. Her back arched away from the bed as the painful but very welcome sensation intensified within her. It was such an unfamiliar feeling, Glenda'd had sex before -- a number of times -- but this was more immediate, more intense. Glenda sighed deeply, thinking that this was so smooth, so subtle and concentrating noticed another series of feelings radiating through her entire body -- it seemed to her they were originating from with her pussy. With this realization, she moaned contentedly and smiled as the deep, rich ache built inside her. As if from a distance, Glenda observed her thighs tensing, her eyelids drooping and her heightened breathing. Warren's voice, a little hoarse now, broke into her hazy reverie.

"God, baby," he said, "look at your nipples now. See how they've grown up for me. They're sooo sexy... and my, my, the style you have, movin' your hips like that. Mmmmmm, love it!"

His hands roamed her body, softly probing, pinching, and caressing.

Glenda made different noises for each part of her he touched. He roamed down between her legs, spreading them wide and when his tongue touched her cunt she screamed with surprised delight, then splayed them even wider.

Glenda's screams intensified as he busied himself in her black bush. Warren worked two fingers into her and searched out her g-spot. Her scream was shrill and long when he found it, ending only when his mouth sucked deeply on her clit.

Glenda's arms and legs went spastic. The convulsive movements Glenda was going through almost caused Warren to cum himself as she drummed her heels on the bed as he licked her stiffened little bud with his tongue.

She was crying and tossing her head from side to side, yet all the while, thrusting her pussy up to his face as the capricious orgasmic spasms continued to jolt through her.

Finally, Glenda collapsed and lay still, drenched in sweat, until Warren bite her right nipple and a moment later another orgasm ripped through her.

He returned to eating her and at first she lay helpless beneath him. Then she felt another orgasm beckoning to her from off in the distance, and greedily seeking to attain it, her hips pushed forcefully against Warren's face. For a moment he thought she'd broken his nose, but he gripped her ass firmly with one arm and punished her by laving his tongue in a slow, circular pattern around her clit even as his fingers continued to graze her G-spot.

He worked his pinky through her overflowing juices and into her ass as an afterthought. If Glenda had been orgasmically violent before, she was devastating explosive now. Compelling Warren to use all his strength to hold on to her as she lifted him up as she came and held him aloft as she kept cuming.

Glenda never even thought about it, but she'd bear the imprints of his fingers on her ass and thighs for several weeks afterward. Finally, Warren had enough and advanced along Glenda's body, grabbing the back of her head and burying his face in her hair until she went limp and quit struggling. The sweaty, white silk sheets bound them together. Warren grunted and rolled over on his side, hooking a finger around Glenda's wrist so they continued to touch while he regained his breath. He was panting like a hard run dog -- Glenda lay there, now amazingly calm and still, with only the tapping of a vein in her arm against his finger disclosing her racing heart inside.

He grabbed her finger and gave it a little love bite and asked, "Umm, Glenda baby?"

She shivered at the bite and his voice, and glanced down at her glistening juice-crusted bush. "Mmmmmmmm, yes lover?"

"I haven't cum yet."

"You haven't?" an amazed Glenda replied. "How, did..."

"It's all in the tongue sugar." And he started laughing. She joined him, laughing raucously as she playfully pushed him out of the bed, only to shriek with glee as she followed him to the floor as they were both wrapped like cocoons in the silken sheets.

Warren laughed and said, "I've always said there's more room on the floor, but I never meant it before," and stuck his tongue out at her. Glenda's mouth closed on it instantly, sucking it deep into hers.

As they quietly mouth-fucked, she celebrated her taste on his tongue and her pussy began to tingle again.



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Chapter 3B: Glenda and the Jersey Plowboy


Glenda found herself kneeling on a pillow with her back to Warren as he lazily fucked her from behind as though screwing a bitch in heat. I am in heat, she thought. I am a bitch, then unable to contain herself she shouted hoarsely, "Oh, gimme that big prick you bastard! Slam it to me!"

Warren didn't respond. His cock continued to skewer her slowly, penetrating deep, filling her taut, slushy cunt with its size and hardness.

Their bodies glistened with mingled sweat.

Warren's hands slid past her waist and fondled her breasts. Glenda continued to moan delirious obscenities, her ass squirming against his thrusting hips as he slowly ground into her. He busied himself with her upper torso, clenching one pendulous breast, while distending the nipple of the other.

Changing his angle of penetration, Warren leaned forward and placed his lips at the nape of her neck, dallying there, licking and sucking -- leaving light, rose-hued marks in his wake.

Out... and in. Out... and in, his cock slowly picked up the pace and in the process Warren was now twisting and rolling his hips -- churning Glenda's cunt from a different direction with each thrust.

Glenda countered each thrust with a low-pitched grunt and tried to match his thrusts by slamming her buttocks into him as he entered her. Her juices ran freely down her legs, pooling into a growing spot on the pillow.

The phone rang.

"Goddamnit!" He cursed in exasperation.

"It's not you, Glenda, he said looking at her somewhat confused face as he withdrew.

He chuckled. "Coitus interuptus, the story of my life," he grinned at her as he reached to answer the phone on the fourth ring.

"Sorry my sweet pussy," he said, with regret and patting Glenda's bush.

Glenda remained in place and lowered her head in order to gaze between her legs. She was amazed at the drooling juices she saw descending from it to the floor. She half listened as Warren answered, pleased to find him polite, but brief and to the point. He'd call them (her?) back tomorrow. He was busy (with a heavy emphasis on busy) and couldn't talk.

Warren hung up and returned his attention to Glenda, his lance pointing directly at her the entire way. Glenda felt an overwhelming urge to suck him, almost cuming from the heat of the thought and softly moaned while rocking slowly on all fours, head lolling amid her arms. Warren gently grasped her ass cheeks and repositioned her for his next assault. She groaned in gratification as he reentered her and slowly moved to her deepest parts; she savored the entire trip.

He rolled his hips on the next stroke, once again changing the angle of penetration and Glenda moaned heavily. Her sexual senses were now so keen they relished the droplets of sweat falling from his face onto her back. Warren's intensity mounted. He was lifting off her making her tits shudder with each thrust. Glenda reached back to brace herself against the headboard, then started pushing back at him, establishing a pleasurable rhythm for both.

Warren reached out to cup her hanging breasts, weighing them and playfully thumbing her nipples. She wanted to scream out from the tantalizing pleasure he was causing, but could only manage a hoarse groan.

He began to grunt from his prolonged effort and pulled back, then withdrew completely. Glenda whimpered at the sudden loss, but with a quick spin of his hips Warren rolled deeply into her again. Delighted with his return, Glenda started using her vaginal muscles to squeeze his cock ever tighter. Warren, still grunting with effort, fucked her more purposefully now, grinding himself into her while Glenda writhed beneath him like a snake, all the while whispering the most obscene perversions in his ear.

Glenda's movements soon became spasmodic and she dug her nails into his ass as she tossed and turned, shivering into yet another delectable orgasm.

He waited patiently for it to subside. Then he began again, this time using slow, long drawn out stokes, impressed with the varied sounds she made as he slow fucked her.

Snorting, sniggering, cawing, mewing, along with the usual "Ooooooooh's," and "Ahhhhhhhhhh's" and "Oh, my Gods!" Then Glenda lost complete control as another of the seemingly endless climaxes ravaged her body. Glenda's sphincter relaxed and she began emitting a series of loud farts.

Her eyes were sealed shut. Humiliated, her breath rattled in her throat as she wept in a forlorn voice, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Warren ignored it. He'd been there before and knew that certain women lost total control as they came and farted just before they came extremely hard. He'd done the same on several occasions.

"It's okay baby, it's okay," he quietly reassured her, "Warren understands baby, it's okay."

Sensing the time was right, he increased his pace slightly partly to warn her he was getting ready and partly because the urge was there, calling to him. Gradually, he increased his movements, pumping faster and faster, using up the last of his energies. Each forceful stroke inward now caused Glenda to pass wind and a totally helpless, but happy Glenda began to giggle at the absurdity of it all, forming a mental picture of a bluesy type song.

In and out.

"Plughhhht."

In and out.

"Plughhhht."

In and out.

"Plughhhht."

Glenda bit her lip to stifle her giggling. And bit down even harder to suppress a shuddering cry as he moved faster still, his prick now a searing piston -- driving relentlessly -- in and out, in and out, ass swinging smoothly back and forth, his balls slapping her ass as he sought a different angle of entry each time.

Still chewing her lip, but now also squeezing a nipple, Glenda listened to the grunting sounds Warren made as he pummeled her. Her hips were jiggling and jerking, rolling and twisting -- heaving under his, as his prick having speared her, now seemed to be tossing her around like a rag doll. She peeked between her legs and saw his cock(glistening in the dim lighting, veins bulging as they rushed a transfusion of blood into his thick member as he pounded her relentlessly.

Glenda screamed loudly just as an unbearably exquisite feeling surged throughout her entire being. Her body went spastic once again. This time the convulsive movements threw her forward and flat on the floor. Warren could not defy gravity and fell on top of her even as he was cuming. His ejaculation erupted across her shoulder blades, caromed onto her neck; and finally as he strove to raise himself up -- squirted the last of his ejaculate into her hair.

Glenda rolled over on her back, placing the soles of her feet on a low table before becoming still, managing only a soft moan, but she didn't speak.

Warren, exhausted from his efforts, pushed himself up and into a crouched position along side her, grinned and asked, "Wasn't I right?"

Glenda felt herself quieting down, but still she quivered as several latent portions of her climax coursed through her. She stared without focusing at the carpet mere inches from her nose, but saw nothing but rainbow hewed colors. Finally, she closed her eyes, spread her legs wide apart, while her fingers traced a circular pattern around her clit. This time she heard Warren as he repeated his question.

"Huh?" She said in an exhausted voice. Her other hand now massaged a nipple that somehow felt sore.

"Wasn't I right?" He uttered huskily.

"'Bout what?" she asked, wiping spittle from her mouth, and allowing her finger to probe inside her only to bring on more tremors.

"About there being more room on the floor?"

A LITTLE CALIMAR

"Oh, God... Warren! I... I... jeez, you're the best, I feel... I feel... satiated. Yeah, satiated." Glenda's lips pursed and then formed a small pout. "And I hope this... doesn't offend you... but I really wanna suck your cock."

She removed her hands from her body and reached towards his cock.

"Oh, I wanna suck that big ole cock of yours sooooo baaaaaad."

Warren laughed, "I'm not sure you're satiated yet kiddo, that finger in your pussy is tellin' a different story."

Glenda responded with a sly laugh. "Well," was all she could manage in reply as Warren trailed a series of kisses up her thigh stopping short of her pussy, then pushed himself up into a kneeling position.

"You finish what you started there, I need to fortify myself first." He held his long, flaccid penis draped over his fingers, "You must be thirsty too, what can I get you before you play a tune on my baby grand here?"

She reached up and took his cock into her hand, admiring it even in its shriveled state.

"Oh, you've got a beauty mark here," she said brightly, and her finger caressed him as it made its way along his member to the spot. "I'm going to call it Beauty because of this lovely beauty-mark."

Glenda was about to take him in her mouth, but Warren gently stopped her. "Take a shower. I'll fix us some drinks and refreshments and then I'll freshen up too. We have plenty of time for that later. Give me a chance to recover a little."

Feigning a sob, Glenda released him and stood up, surprised at how shaky her legs were and gingerly made her way to the shower.

Fifteen minutes later, they were standing nude in the living room with just towels around their waists. Warren had a wine spritzer in one hand while the other made its way under the towel and gently rubbed the cheeks of Glenda's ass.

Glenda hungrily munched several slices of cheddar cheese and crackers as she waited patiently for Warren to resurrect himself.

Glenda sauntered over to his CD collection and ran her fingers across them, reading the titles.

"Well, as long as we're partying, why not some Jimmy Buffett?" She laughed. Seconds later the 'Fruitcakes' CD was reverberating with 'Everybody's got a Cousin in Miami.'

Glenda turned back to Warren who was now seated on the leather couch and danced her way over to him, leaving the towel on the floor behind her, savoring with greedy anticipation his semi-erect status.

Warren licked his lips as he took in her bouncing breasts closing in on him. He reached out and took her nipples in his hands and began to tweak them.

"Ahhhhh, that's nice... lover," she murmured as her fingers returned the favor. Glenda leaned still closer to him and her open mouth fastened on Warren's, her tongue darting halfway into his mouth before circling and rolling.

He began to hum as her exploring tongue swirled over the top of his, then sensually began licking the underside of his tongue.

He pulled her onto his lap as they continued the kiss.

Finally he broke it off and gasped for air.

"One more," she murmured hungrily, and sexily returned to sucking his tongue.

She broke off the kiss, smiled happily and when Warren pulled her lengthwise along him as he lay back on the couch, she slowly slithered her way down his body. Then, changing her mind, moved back up and looked directly into his eyes.

"One more time, okay?"

Warren happily complied and in a twinkling, Glenda's arousal overpowered her and she began scratching and clawing his arms and chest. With an abrupt gasp, Glenda broke off the kiss and traveled down his body, kissing and licking him lasciviously, spending a great deal of attention to sucking on his small, erect nipples.

Warren grunted enjoying both the tenderness of her soft touch and the pain of her sharp nails as Glenda's sharp, eager teeth attacked his nipples.

Gradually, Glenda's fingers trickled into his crotch and commenced manipulating his cock. He emitted a low growl as he felt his cock hardening, thickening and lengthening in her gentle but insistent fingers. Glenda watched, fascinated, as his limp cock renewed itself. She thought of it as a jack handle lifting up a car notch by notch and smiled.

But long before he was fully erect, she sighed and hurriedly moved into action, first placing a pillow behind him, then gently pushing him into a prone position.

Knelling on the couch, Glenda lifted Warren's legs in the air and said, "Keep 'em up there sailor."

Leaning forward, she ran her tongue swiftly along the ridge between his balls and asshole. To her immense satisfaction, he groaned in pleasure. She followed up by swirling her tongue around his anus, wetting it copiously in the process. Stopping for a moment to check his positioning, she made an adjustment that raised his rump a bit higher.

Warren told himself that this was going to be a very enjoyable blowjob and trembled in anticipation when Glenda's middle finger circled his anus and slowly, deliberately, entered his ass as her other hand tickled his testicles. Seconds later her tongue moved gingerly between his balls and asshole, while her finger kept moving in, in, in.

Warren automatically raised his pelvic region, trying to put distance between his ass and her inquisitive finger. But he had no intention of halting Glenda's invasion. He felt his cock swell as she located his prostrate gland and pressed softly against it. Then Glenda captured his rigid prick between her lips and began to suck gently on it while massaging his prostrate gland. Ever so slowly Glenda started to withdraw her finger as her teeth gently nibbled on the head of his cock.

Warren moaned as he reached out to caress her neck and face in gratitude for her ministrations.

"Like it?" She asked, knowing his answer in advance.

"Oh yeah, I like it!"

She smiled at him, a lewd glimmer in her eyes, and took his cock in both her hands, one above the other and squeezed.

"Ahhhh, calimar," he groaned and ran his hand through her hair.

"What's calimar?" she inquired.

"What you're doing right now."

"Oh?"

She moved closer and began rubbing his shaft with one breast and then the other, before holding it between her breasts as she enfolded them around it. Warren instinctively started to slide his cock up and down the valley between her tits. Glenda pulled back slightly, and bobbed her head down to his blood-engorged knob. Extending her tongue, she licked up the underside then teased the sensitive top with the tip of her tongue. Opening her mouth, she softly blew around the head, careful not to touch it. And as Glenda kissed the tip, she gradually forced her lips down over the top and onto his thick shaft.

"Ahh, shit! Baby that feels good," Warren gasped. "Do it some more."

Glenda took him deep, her lips now more than halfway down. She rolled him then, wetting him, then pulled back until only the head was still inside her mouth. Wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, she pumped her head back and forth on him. Her hand followed her mouth, up and down, adding to the pleasure her wet lips and restless tongue were bringing him.

"That's so nice," Warren told her, "Ohhh, that's so sexy, honey! Come here, let me help you give me head!"

Warren pushed up into Glenda's mouth. She held still and let him pump his cock into her, helping by squeezing with her hand and lips. Her tongue waggled under his cock as he slid in and out. She moaned, generating a pronounced hum from deep in her throat that vibrated right through Warren's cock.

He moaned loudly as his hands lovingly caressed her.

Changing tactics, Glenda's tongue swirled around the head of Warren's cock. Using a bobbing motion, she slowly absorbed more of its length into her mouth. With each bob she took a longer stroke, until she had almost reached the end, she could take no more.

Glenda was exhilarated as she felt the hugeness of his cock stretching her cheek. Relaxing the muscles of her throat, she tried to swallow down even more.

Warren groaned louder.

Glenda wanted to swallow the whole cock if it was humanly possible.

Warren gasped loudly, as Glenda engulfed him to the point his pubic hair tickled her nose. Her mouth slid back up his glistening prick -- lightly grazing her teeth along it until just the head remained lodged between her lips.

Warren tensed even as he guided her while she exerted her efforts. He called upon his vast experience and teased her by making his cock dance and jerk in her mouth. Glenda keened with delight in the sensations she was causing. She clamped her lips over the head of his cock bathing it with her tongue.

Dropping to her knees, Glenda bent over his crotch and moaned thickly while nuzzling his groin. Her thumb and forefinger made a loose ring around his cock as she stroked him lightly, then vigorously, then lightly again. She found his cock pleasingly sticky, his odor musky, erotic, and heady all at the same time. Secretly she marveled at the suppleness of his body; at the almost supernatural staying power he was demonstrating to her.

Glenda watched him as he craned his neck and looked at her. He saw her eyes were bright with excitement.

Glenda whispered lewdly to him, "God, I love sucking your cock," then ran her tongue sinuously around his purple knob.

"Oh, Christ!"

"Ooooh!" He moaned.

"That's good... soooo good sugar... sugar... sugar!"

Now Warren was kneeling on the leather couch and Glenda's ass was hanging off it, her head between his knees sucking the head of his cock as she frantically jerked him off.

Warren's hands were busy tormenting her overheated body by alternating between rough handling and soft, gentle caresses. He missed no part of her quivering body. He squeezed her breast hard, causing her to groan with the pain.

She sucked him harder.

He jabbed two fingers into her sodden cunt searching for and finding her G-spot. She writhed in delirious joy and responded by sucking him harder.

He shifted position, leaned over and started to tease her clit with his tongue. She arched her body toward his face, and he slipped a finger into her ass.

Her head began to ache as she bobbed up and down. She sucked him faster, ignoring the ache and delighting in the warm feeling his cock left in her mouth.

Her slurping ministrations were the only sound in the room other than Jimmy Buffett's CD playing 'Quietly Making Noise.'

Warren felt himself close to coming and arched his back involuntarily. Glenda noticed and pinched the end of his cock. The maneuver worked, and his orgasm was delayed. Moments later, Glenda began blowing him again, using her tongue to trace the bulging veins along the sides of his massive erection. Then, unable to constrain herself any longer, she resumed the fast bobbing motion, but this time Warren quickly interrupted her. Glenda removed him from her mouth and gave him a quizzical look.

"Where's the fire?" he asked. "Slowly... slowly, let's enjoy this, here," he said, reaching over to grip her hips and effortlessly lifted her lower body up and around placing her hips over his head. Tucking another pillow under his head his tongue was within reach of her pussy, "like this," and he languidly lapped her juicy cunt.

"Mmmmmmm, I like your idea baby," Glenda sighed and slipped the tip of his cock back into her mouth. Slowly, she worked her tongue around his glans. Between licks, she stroked the slimey length of his cock with her hand, reveling in its varied texture and how its velvety softness combined with its steel-like rigidity.

Warren alternated between sucking contentedly on her swollen clit and drawing her soft labia deep into his mouth, then pulling them out and spreading them with his fingers and tongue as if they were wings. And all the time Glenda's juices kept flowing -- warm, tangy and slick, running down his face and throat.

"Tell me when you start to cum, I'll cum with you," he croaked hoarsely, then increased the tempo of his tongue on her pussy, and moved a finger back into her ass.

"No... now! I... I'm cuming!"

"Oh shit! I'm really cuming!"

"Oh, Jeez, Warren!"

"Lover... I'm cuming!"

Warren, neck veins bulging sweat pouring off his rigid body, clenched his teeth and screamed, "Cum for me sugar!"

"Oh, yes!"

"Cum... again!"

"Wha?"

"Just for me sugar!"

"Ohhhhhhh, Jeez!"

"W... Warren! Christ! Ohhhh, yes!"

"I don't believe it! I'm still... CUUUUMMING!"

Warren pulled out and exploded! His first shot hit Glenda's eyebrow; the second reached her mouth, which was inexplicably closed. As she felt his hot cum draping across her face instinctively, Glenda opened her mouth wide and managed to capture the third and fourth streams of his ejaculate on her tongue.

Warren growled as he squeezed his still firm prick for one last spurt and hit her left breast.

He groaned, then sighed with contentment. Glenda drew her knees up to her chest and also sighed. Her eyes glittered, as she smiled up at Warren. Then feeling mischievous, she dipped a finger into his sperm and brought it to her mouth.

"Ummmm," she sighed, "you sure do taste good. Wanna taste?"

"Oh, you're a smug little bitch aren't you?" he smiled then laughed. "Sure I'll have a taste, why the hell not?"

He sucked her finger into his mouth and licked the residue from her finger. Then he scooped some cum from her eyebrow and fed it to her. They continued feeding each other until it was gone. All the while Warren's hands roamed her body, tender touches everywhere.

"I'm awful glad you happened by sugar," he whispered into her ear, before licking her lobe with his tongue.

"Awful glad."

"Me too."

Like a fully satiated lioness, Glenda stretched out, and purred, "Oh, Warren, you have no idea of how good I feel. When I came by I was really down in the dumps." Saying this, she nibbled on his lower lip, then pressed her face into his neck and shoulder, her fingers traced a filmy, light pattern on his back.

She felt wonderful, she reflected and thought that she'd just had the best fuck ever; given the best blowjob of her life and gotten fired and rehired all in one day.

She closed her eyes and dozed off as Warren continued to caress her far into the night before he too succumbed to sleep.



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Chapter 4A: Jasmine


2:20 PM: Humming along with Previn and the Pittsburgh Symphony, Jasmine poured soothing bath oils into the tub then turned and admired herself in the full-length mirror as she slowly stripped off the shirt, let it fall away from her shoulders and turned sideways, and examined her breasts. She acknowledged their firmness and with a tight smile reached under them to trace their curve with her fingertips. Inevitably, her fingers slid out to the nipples and gently squeezed them. Jasmine's mouth opened as if surprised with a quizzical 'O' and watched them grow hard at the touch. Unbuttoning her jeans, Jasmine tugged them down over her hips, letting gravity take them to the floor. Her panties had also pulled down to her thighs and she gazed at the pubic hair curling up over the top of them. Her mouth still shaped the 'O' as she ran her hand across her flat stomach, permitting her little finger to slip down under the elastic and enjoy the soft, silken tufts just above her mons. With a deep sigh, Jasmine finally edged her silken underwear all the way down and stepped out of them.

Pausing a second to run her hands along the inside of her thighs, while her thumbs rippled along the dark brown down of pubic hair. The music approached a crescendo as she tested the water with her big toe, and then lowered herself into its oily warmth, letting it envelop her. She chose to lie back with her eyes closed while languidly caressing her soapy legs, thighs and breasts. Her thumb meandered around until it found her belly button lingering at its edge while her remaining fingers drifted down between her legs. Slowly Jasmine pinched thumb and forefinger together. Tweaking lightly, deliberately dawdling, while she thought about Warren. About his trim, hard body, handsome face and his adorable broken nose. Jasmine almost dozed off in the warm scented water, but Warren kept intruding. Intruding. Intruding. Enveloped up in a hazy lust, Jasmine's fingers moved deviously, curling here, poking there; moved faster, moved deeper, faster and faster... 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jasmine's climax reverberated off the foggy, steam-clad mirrors and tiles while her cat scurried to its safe place in the bedroom. 3:15 PM. Jasmine opened the door on the first ring and stood there chin slightly raised, an arrogant, but impish expression on her face staring at Warren. Her thick, chestnut brown hair, not quite dry, hung damply about her ears. She wore no makeup. She didn't need it and knew it. He studied her with a casual eloquence. She wore a black floor-length kimono of purist silk, trimmed in brilliant yellow (actually tiny canaries) that split along both sides almost to the hip. There was nothing under it, nothing but Jasmine. Warren knew from the way it stayed with her, molded to her breasts, her hips, clinging to her flat stomach. Jasmine's eyes sparkled mischievously and the sweet odor of marijuana swirled past Warren. Jasmine smiled and said, "Well, I just lost a bet with myself. " "How come," Warren asked, returning the smile and presenting the dimple women found so enticing. "I bet you wouldn't come. "

"Hey," he said with another smile, "I can always go away. "She stepped back and swung the door wide and leaned against it. Cocking her head to one side, she said, "No. No, I don't think so. "Warren went past her into a well-furnished living room and looked around. "Sumptuous," was all he said. Jasmine closed the door and came very close to him, staring up at his face before saying, "Thank you. "She had set the table for two. Wedgwood china, delicate silverware and tall, fragile wineglasses waited patiently to serve them. "If you'd like to wash, the bathroom's over there," she pointed to the far left. "Thanks, I will," he said, and followed her finger's direction into the bathroom where he carefully washed his hands. The room was still warm with the memory of her bath and smelled vaguely of bath oil. He absorbed these factors into his memory bank. When he returned, Jasmine was pouring white wine into two glasses. Motioning him to sit, she handed him a glass and held hers up in a toasting fashion. "To us," she said. Warren smiled and said, "To Jasmine, to Warren and to pleasure. "

"Pleasure?"

"Well, you know what I mean," he added lamely. He'd thought he was further along towards bedding her. The mischievous look crossed her face again and Warren didn't miss it. Their glasses pinged as they touched. Jasmine leaned forward on her elbows, holding her wineglass between her fingertips and stared at him again. "I have to ask you something personal," she said, very quietly, almost confidentially. Warren wondered what she'd heard about him. Was it damaging? But kept his face expressionless and said, "Ask away. I'm not a politician and have nothing to hide. "She smiled, pleased at his response and asked, "How did you get that?" pointing toward his nose. "What?"Jasmine reached out and ran her middle finger very delicately down between his eyes, lingering for a moment where his nose flattened out between them. "That. "

"Oh, that. "

"Um hum," Jasmine grinned, adding, "If it's not romantic, please lie to me. "

"Ahhh, when I was in the Navy, I was conned into entering a boxing tournament. The worst thing possible happened. I won my first two matches. Boy, was I full of myself. Then I stepped into ring against the Navy's middleweight champion. I must've lasted... oh, forty seconds or so. He did 'that' and a couple other things the surgeon managed to repair. Jasmine found herself laughing hard at this revelation into his past and shook her head. "Did you really? Did you really do that?"

"I really did that. " He jumped to his feet and danced around the room, flicking left jabs at an imaginary opponent, then falling on his behind and looking dazed, while an imaginary referee counted him out. Tears of mirth rolled down Jasmine's cheeks as she dabbed at them with her napkin. "Even... even if it is a lie, don't ever change that story. It's absolutely delicious. " She sighed and her eyes glittered as she finished dabbing at them. "I'm so glad we got that settled," she said. "What?"

"The business about your nose. "

"Does my nose bother you?" he asked seriously. His eyes darted from her face to her nipples, now prominent as they swelled against the fabric of the black silk kimono. "No," she said, shaking her head slowly, continuing to stare at it with

an intensity that made him a bit uncomfortable. "No," she continued, "it gives you character. "

"Thanks. "A bell or a chime sounded faintly from the kitchen. "Oh!" Jasmine cried out as she rose from the table. "What is it?"

"Our dinner is ready. " Jasmine said softly. " Please excuse me. I'll only be a moment. "He watched her walk into the kitchen and thought if he had seen a finer body on a woman he couldn't recall her. And he was impressed with Jasmine's intellect. No movie magazine princess here, no sir, he thought. Sitting back in his chair, Warren conjured up erotic thoughts about the remainder of the evening even as he admired the expensive furnishings. Then as promised, Jasmine was back with their dinner. Filet mignon, oven-baked potatoes and asparagus with hollandaise sauce. "Jasmine, this is... " he paused. "This is not a little thing here. This is... like your place, sumptuous. The presentation is... well, I feel I'm looking at a page from 'Gourmet' Magazine. Jasmine felt a flush of guilty embarrassment creeping from her neck to her cheeks as she thanked him for his simple praise. Many other guests at her table had formulated more expressive, more flowery compliments, but she felt Warren's to be much more sincere. The guilt was a direct result of Jasmine's having ordered everything from a nearby restaurant and merely zapping it in the microwave. They ate in earnest, after a while Warren put his knife and fork down and smiled at her. "What is it?" she smiled back. "Do I have something on my teeth?"

"No he laughed. You're just so... beautiful. I can't help staring. If it bothers you I... I'll keep my eyes averted. " As if to demonstrate his sincerity, he looked at his hands. "Warren?" Jasmine said quietly. "I've been a model. I'm used to people staring at me. I accept it and don't take offense. After all, you weren't raping me with those brown eyes of yours, were you?" He smiled at her, appreciating her candor. "No," he said flatly. "Undressing you, maybe, but rape? Never, well not at the moment anyway. "She laughed it was a tinkling sound that he savored as much as the meal. "Good," he said, "I'm glad that's over with. Now, I've got a joke for you. "

"Oh, good! I love a good joke. "

"Well I should preface this by telling you that I love humor and have made it a kind of hobby of mine. "

"Really?" she exclaimed, her surprise reflected in a gay voice. "Oh yeah. " He folded his napkin and placed it on the table next to his plate. "For example I've collected all of W. C. Fields' movies. Even have some tapes from radio shows he appeared on. Anyway, one of my all time favorites was a guy named Myron Cohan. " Warren's eyes dropped to the plate in front of him as he searched for the precise words, he didn't want to mess this up. She took a small sip of wine, her eyes never leaving his. "Cohan was a master story teller, like Bill Cosby is today," he said tentatively. "In fact I think Cosby polished the timing of his early acts watching or copying Cohan. "He became more buoyant as his confidence in the story to come surged through his body. "I came across several tapes of his and I treasure them. He was a salesman in the garment district here in New York, and he was so entertaining to his clients that they forced him into show business. He was around fifty when he started professionally. "She was thoroughly enjoying his honest enthusiasm. He was looking straight into her eyes now, "Anyway," he stopped to laugh at himself. "I'm not sure if this is one of his stories, maybe not. But it should be. It's kinda got his stamp on it, ya know?"

"Yes I know what you mean. " She gave no indication of impatience with his long prologue. Instead, her hand slowly massaged the stem of her wineglass as she took him in with her smoky eyes. Her tongue flicked out trying to capture an imaginary speck of food on her lip. Warren saw this and was momentarily distracted. He took a deep breath and continued. "All right, here goes: Jesus is wandering around one of Jerusalem's markets when he decides he really needs a new robe. After looking around, he sees a stall with a pile of robes for sale. He enters and meets a gnarly little man named Finkelstein and asks politely if Finkelstein can make him a robe. "Can I make for you a robe? Of course, of course, of course. I'll make for you the perfect robe. "Finkelstein prepares a new robe for him, which is a perfect fit. When Jesus asks how much he owes, Finkelstein brushes him off. "No, no, there's no charge. But, may I ask a small favor, a little tiny favor? Maybe whenever you give a sermon you could just mention a little something about how your nice robe was made by Finkelstein the Tailor?" "Sure, sure," Jesus readily agrees and, as promised, plugs Finkelstein's robes every time he preaches. Some months later, Jesus is walking through Jerusalem again and happens by Finkelstein's shop. There is a huge line of people waiting for Finkelstein's robes. He gently makes his way through the crowd to speak to Finkelstein. "Jesus, Jesus, look what a marvel you've been for business!" Gushes Finkelstein. "Would you consider a partnership?" "Sure, sure," replies Jesus. "Jesus and Finkelstein it is. " "Uh... no... no," says Finkelstein. "It should be Finkelstein and Jesus. After all I am the craftsman. " The two of them debate this and other topics for some time. They have quite a good theological discussion as well. Finally, they arrive at a compromise decision. A week later, the new sign went up -- "Lord & Taylor. "Jasmine burst into an unpretentious peal of laughter that gave Warren a warm, contented feeling that lasted well beyond the meal. After dinner they sat on the couch enjoying brandies. There was occasional contact. No -- they brushed against one another, as if by accident. Could it have been premeditated?"Ever play football?" Jasmine asked to get a conversation going after a long silence. "In High School. Wasn't big enough for college. "

"Where did you go?"

"Rutgers. "

"What was your Major?"

"Psychology. ""Why?"

"I like analyzing people. "

"So why aren't you a Psychologist?"

"Well, the Navy happened along... "

"And after the Navy?"

"Other things happened. "

"You spent all that time and energy on Psychology and went nowhere with it afterward?"Warren squirmed uneasily before answering. "Yeah, well... it made my Aunt Mary happy. She... well, she ummm, paid my way. She wanted me to go to college. So I did. "You're a nice guy, Warren, Jasmine thought. "That was good of you," she said. "Like err, my Aunt was good to me. She raised me when my Moth... " he ended his sentence abruptly. "It made her happy, so... "

"What happened with your Mother?" She asked this although she feared she might be crossing over a line. "Good question," he said slowly, drawing out both words. He stared at the far wall as though conjuring up an image. "As far as I can tell, she aban... she err, left when I was two years old. We never heard from her again. "Her heart went out to him. And Jasmine realized instinctively it was this facet of his personality even more so than his honesty and compassion that probably caused him to go from woman to woman in what amounted to an endless search for the unattainable. And another insightful concept burst upon her a moment later. This was why women found him to be almost irresistible. He was an Adonis to behold and inadvertently stirred the maternal soul in every woman he met. "Do you have any idea if she's alive?" she asked, probing deeper into this mystery man. "None. " He hesitated and then continued. "There was one instance, I was maybe twelve. I thought... well, I saw this woman watching me. She was obviously trying to be unobtrusive about it, but I'd played too much cops and robbers to be fooled. She was definitely following my movements. I tested her by turning into a side street and waiting to see if she followed me to make sure. She came to the street and stopped, looked in and must have figured out what I was doing. She turned and walked away. When I got the corner she was gone. A month later, my Aunt received a letter postmarked Boise, Idaho. It was from her. She mentioned she'd seen me and castigated herself for her actions in leaving me, but said she'd never do it again and apologized to both my Aunt and me for her cowardice. There was nothing more. " He grimaced and clenched his fists. "Oh, yeah, I've looked for her. Hired investigators too. Nothing, she's gone. "Without asking, Jasmine stood up and poured both of them another glass of brandy. He emptied his glass immediately. And she quickly refilled it. Jasmine stood behind him fingers a fraction away from caressing his neck. "Would you like to split a joint with me," she asked, in a voice gone husky. "That sounds like the perfect desert to me," he said and rubbed his stomach as though to assure her, the dinner had been totally satisfactory. Crossing the room to a small chest on the mantle, she withdrew a large brown cigarette. "Looks like Cheech and Chong have been by here from the size of that bomb," Warren kidded her. "No," she laughed, "but you're right about the large size. It's a powerful toke or two. Here," and, leaning over his shoulder she held a lighter out in front of him and flicked it. It worked the first time. He drew in a deep breath, held it for ten seconds and exhaled. Then he passed it back to her. "Ummmmm," they both said in unison. They both laughed softly. She handed it back to him and after he took it from her, Jasmine began to massage his temples. Her touch was so light he hardly felt it. She pressed her thumbs in the middle of his forehead, held the first three fingers of each hand inside the depression of his temples and rotated them in small circles. Her fingertips relaxed him. The food relaxed him. The brandy relaxed him and the marijuana relaxed him. He dozed off. Quietly, she removed the joint from his fingers, put it out and left the room. Warren awoke to the melody of a solo saxophone playing a soft samba and discovered he had a massive erection. Jasmine lay in front of him on a bed of pillows, the slits in the kimono permitted her to tuck the material between her legs so that Warren first thought he was looking at her panties. His mouth grew dry as she began to tighten and relax her thighs to the beat of the music. Her hands moved slowly, but confidently, across her chest, to her stiffened nipples, whereupon Jasmine squeezed them tightly primarily for his benefit, but she also drew an intense satisfaction from it.

Jasmine stared at him with eyes already fogged with passion. Her mouth was open. Her breathing so slow it was almost tedious. She looked at the swelling between his legs and grew even more excited. Now, her right hand casually traversed the space across her navel searching for the slit in the kimono. Warren leaned forward and bent over her, eyes transfixed on hers. His right hand reached out and his fingers closed upon her free nipple, rolling it back and forth under the silken material. The thrill of his touch shot through Jasmine, like electricity -- into her breasts, stomach, neck, vagina, and her rectum. She caressed her neck and slid her fingers under the opening there to feel the dimpled ridges of her distended nipple. Emitting a long sigh, she squeezed her nipple again. Warren did the same with the other, but outside her kimono. The voltage shot through her again. Jasmine listened to the metallic sound of a zipper going down. Her other hand disappeared under her kimono, slipped along her thigh, brushed over her pubic hair and continued its downward journey to the wetness below. She began to rock up and down to the rhythm of the music, which coincided, with her breathing. Rising up to meet her questing fingers as they penetrated dampened folds of flesh. Probing, probing, eyes closed, head stretched back tautly -- neck veins bulging as the blood rushed through her excited body Jasmine barely felt Warren's hand as it pulled the kimono aside--but she gasped--then rocked faster and still faster as his cool lips touched her labia for the first time. After she came the first time, Warren took the opportunity to undress her. Only then did he remove his clothing. Jasmine looked up and was captivated by the enormous erection hovering above her. Forcing her eyes away she took in the rest of his body. She had a fleeting thought that she was paying homage at the foot of a Greek God. But Jasmine's attention was quickly diverted back to his cock as he idly manipulated it, mere inches above her head. Before Jasmine could react further Warren knelt beside her and began to caress her body. She lay back, almost in a swoon, luxuriating in the thrilling sensations. His touch was feathery light and knowing. From the soles of her feet, to the hidden recesses behind her knees; to her freshly shaved armpits, he missed nothing. Every nerve ending was lit with fiery passion. Warren kissed and caressed her, murmuring soft, undistinguishable words of love all the while. He sucked upon her breasts, and told her how gorgeous they were as he licked her earlobe. He buried his face in her throat, sending her pulse soaring. On the verge of losing control, Jasmine cupped her mons; then moved on to tease her clit; managing to maintain her balance as though on a high wire in the circus -- staying on the edge. Warren shook his head and droplets of sweat flew across her body. His mouth returned to a swollen nipple; teased it by licking and kissing; he pleasured her by chewing, biting and sucking it. She decided he made love better then anyone she'd known before. And they were only beginning!Jasmine rocked at a quicker pace now, fingers teasing her clitoris, and began to sob as she chanted. "Yes... yes... yes... yes... yes... "Jasmine groaned loudly and her vaginal lips continued to swell while blood surged through her sexual apparatus. Her fingers toyed with her trigger, felt it harden and grow under her touch. Warren continued down her sweat sheened body at a snail's pace. Jasmine thought he'd never get THERE in time. Her wet muscles contracted around the three fingers she'd guided inside herself -- holding them captive for long seconds and then releasing them to start another cycle of joyous torment. She rocked faster. Her chant continued unabated. "Yes... yes... yes... yes... yes... yes... yes... yes... yes!"

Jasmine gasped for breath and sobbed. "Oh sweet Jesus!" "Yesssssssss! Yeeessssss! Yeeessssss!"

"Wait for me Baby," Warren cajoled. "Wait for Warren sweet thighs. "But he held off, preferring to tantalize her further. His tongue entered her navel. His fingers pinched and twisted her nipples, then plied her breasts. He paused and observed her actions, captivated by her fingers as both hands in feather light whispers grazed and brushed her outer folds -- until accompanied by another groan, they halted -- only to hold her lips apart for her thumbs to enter and stroke the fires burning within. Warren moved to Jasmine then, he was quick to locate her clit and lightly brush around it with his fingertips. This delightful torment galvanized her into a frenzied rocking motion. Warren inhaled and savored her fragrant mist through flared nostrils. His mouth began to work its magic upon her and in turn, her hair wove frantic patterns across the pillows as her head jerked back and forth. "Yes... yes... yes... yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!"

"YESSSSSSSSS!"Her body went rigid. Head thrust deep into the recesses of the pillows; pelvis raised as high as could possibly go without separating from her vertebrae, Jasmine underwent the delicious spasms of a tremendous orgasm.

Using her elbows to prop herself up, Jasmine rose slowly, tantalizingly to her knees before him and with a tiny cry enveloped him in her mouth. As the first sensations of her tongue brushing against him reached his brain, he erupted, thinking only of how sweet the moist membranes of her mouth felt upon him. Warren opened his eyes, found himself lying on a pillow and tried to figure out how much time had elapsed. "Twenty minutes," Jasmine said, reading his mind. She was standing over him, staring down between her breasts at him, massaging her nipples. Her kimono lay at her feet. He reached up and touched the soft skin behind her knee. Gently, ever so gently he stroked it, then pressed lightly. With an ethereal moan coming from deepest recesses of her throat, Jasmine lowered herself down towards him, but didn't touch him. Until her thick, brown tuft teased his fully erect cock. They kissed, tongues searched... He kissed her neck, her throat, the bulge of her breasts, her nipples and felt her settle easily against him -- then he eased inside her, inside that silken tunnel. He lifted Jasmine by the hips and held her suspended until neither could stand the separation any longer, then he brushed his hand across her dampened mound and she came. "Ohhhh... yes!" She moaned, "Oh my God yes!"He plunged deeply inside her and she began to ride him up and down, side to side, fierce, staccato movements that quickly brought on her second orgasm. But he kept fucking her, like a magnificent stallion galloping across the prairie, nostrils flared gathering extra oxygen for the finish.

Her hand rested on his stomach, partly for balance, partly because she loved the feel of his abdominal muscles rippling with his thrusting efforts. She gazed through lust filled eyes at the veins bulging in his neck, at the taut, strain upon his arms as he strove to lift her up with each stroke. She felt him ready himself for ejaculation. Her body stiffened a split second before his as she clenched her vaginal muscles against his pulsing cock to retain it as long as possible. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried out. "Ooooooooooooo!" she countered, as his hot lava flooded her with pleasure.

A minute or so later, he kissed her shoulder. "Fantastic, Jas, fantastic. "

She felt him slipping all the way out of her. "Lover," she whispered, "please kiss me. "

He did, a soft, gentle, loving kiss that she would remember for the rest of her life. Then he rose up, dressed, and remembered to hold her tight as he kissed her goodbye. Then he was gone.

Jasmine turned around and looked out the window, watching as Warren entered his car and drove off. She wondered if she'd done any damage to her relationship with Richard, or would Warren's lovemaking actually help them as a couple? Then she realized she was standing there in front of the window with his semen running down her legs.

"What the hell," she said to herself, "who cares?" What Richard doesn't know won't hurt him.

Then Jasmine dipped a finger into his sperm and brought it to her mouth. "Perhaps I should call Cynthia and regale her with Warren's talents," she thought and with a wicked smile picked up the telephone.



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Chapter 4B: Jasmine, Late Wednesday Afternoon


Warren left the elevator and entered the lobby. Glancing at his Rolex, he found it was four-thirty and the onset of Manhattan's rush hour exodus was underway. He thought about stopping for a drink if she was a no show and didn't hear her approach from behind.

"Got a match handsome?"

Gracefully, he pivoted around and held a cigarette lighter out to her face.

"Just kidding, Warren," Jasmine said, giggling. Inwardly she admired his poise.

He shrugged and said, "I've always wanted to do that. Saw it in a movie somewhere, 'Captain Gallant' maybe."

"Was there ever such a movie?" she smiled seemingly on the verge of giggling hysterically like a preteen.

"Ahh, I dunno." Almost dreamily he added, "Maybe, maybe it was something else. But it was either Errol Flynn or Tyrone Power." Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he asked, "Ready?"

"Oh, yes," and Jasmine took his extended arm in hers and they left the building.

Minutes later they were seated side by side in a booth in a quiet Chinese restaurant, poring over huge red menus. He peered over the menu at her and said, "God you're something. You really are something."

"Changing your mind?"

Warren's expression grew somber and he turned away from her, staring out at the bar.

"Warren, you're making this a sad, bleak date. It doesn't have to be that way."

Her hand rested on his and he turned and looked at her.

"We've still got most of tonight. His flight gets in at seven-thirty AM." Jasmine said in a quietly plaintive voice.

Unconsciously Warren began stroking his leg, not too far removed from his crotch.

"Want me to help you out there?" Jasmine smiled as if joking, but licked her lips all the same.

"It... it got to me that's all," he said like a stubborn child. Still, he continued to drift closer to his member. She shifted and moved a little closer to him in the booth.

"What is it the French say? "To say goodbye is to die a little.""

"Ohhh, don't talk that way, you'll make me cry." She feigned a pout, and said "And I'm wearing at least two pounds of mascara. Please... take pity on me."

He laughed, sipped his drink and carefully put it down precisely on the watermarked circle in the middle of his coaster. "Don't you go getting emotional on me," he said. "I've got all I can handle controlling myself."

"I won't Warren," she said softly.

The waiter stood by unobtrusively until they became aware of his presence and they ordered. The ordered enough for six people even though they weren't hungry at all. The large quantity of food served to detract from the emotional roller coaster both were riding.

Suddenly Warren burst out with, "What about me Jazz, how about the way I feel?"

"Warren..." was all she could say without losing control.

His hand moved deftly to her inner thigh, lighting a fuse within her. He remembered earlier, happier times and trying to recapture them moved his other hand up until he felt the curve of her breast. Jasmine turned slightly so that it rested against his palm. His other hand pressed against her mons and she trembled slightly.

"Did you know Warren, I knew you were going to be a great lay the first time I saw you?" Her thighs parted to grant him greater access to do whatever he wanted to do with her.

"Oh?" he said startled. Jasmine seldom acted in an uninhibited fashion.

"You mean you wanted me to give you the old little of this, a little of that and a lot of calimar before a proper introduction was made?"

She was still laughing at his remark when the waiter approached and began serving their food. As they sampled their fare, Jasmine thought back to that first time.

Her husband had insisted she accompany him to a dinner honoring a colleague who was moving to Memphis. She hadn't known it would be a roast. Warren had been a sensation in berating the guest of honor with what were obviously carefully constructed, piercing, almost diabolical jabs about his sex drive and preferences. To her surprise, everyone, including the guest of honor, loved his performance.

"Want to meet him?" Her husband asked.

"The guest of honor?" she replied.

"No, gracious no." He pointed toward the Master of Ceremonies. "Warren, the young man who ripped Jeffery to pieces and made him love it. He'll get a promotion out of this. No one else had the gumption to do it."

"He sounds like an interesting person." Jasmine said, taking another look at him, a longer, introspective look. That's when she first thought he'd be a great lay, even before she'd met him.

His hand cupped her mound again; his finger idly traced her dampened folds beneath the dress. She put her napkin down after carefully dabbing at her mouth.

"Would you like me to suck you right here Warren?" Her voice had gone husky.

"Yes, but first tell me how you knew I was going to be a great lay." Her legs were spread a little wider now and his finger pushed harder against her, denied access only by the material of her dress. She grimaced, knowing a wet spot might be evident on rising from the table.

"Just a moment darling," and glancing around the room to ensure no one was watching, she took the napkin and shoved it under her dress and sat on it, hoping it would absorb whatever leaked from her while Warren had his way.

"You fooled me there. Please, lift up again. I've got something for you," he said half-seriously. She complied with his request and seconds later thrilled to the touch of his finger entering her.

"Whew! That was quick."

"I'm known far and wide for never missing an opportunity," he said in a poor imitation of Bogart. "Just a second, I think you're gonna have a bit more company sweetheart," and two more fingers joined the first.

"Just don't try to get your whole damn arm in there Bogey baby," Jasmine said, shifting her behind to allow him a better angle.

Switching to an equally poor Jimmy Stewart, he countered with, "J... J... Jus... Just don... don't crush muh hand with that nutcracker. Now, now be real careful... you're playin' with dynamite there."

Her eyes closed as he reached a point where his fingers seemed to be everywhere. And his thumb... his thumb was toying with her clit.

Quickly, she picked up his napkin and bit down on it to stifle a moan. He felt her thighs quivering and knew she was close, and intensified his actions.

"Talk to me baby," he said; his brow covered with perspiration. "Tell me how you knew."

She fought off her climax momentarily and answered him. "Didn't you?"

"Confused, Warren said, "Didn't I what?'

A moan escaped her lips and she was furious at the betrayal. Her faced reddened as she realized she was now the focal point of several other patrons. One young couple she was positive could actually see Warren's hand moving in and out of her.

Gritting her teeth, she spat out, "Think about fucking me... ?"

"Uh no, but that was only... do you like this? This here?" He'd grazed her clit with his thumb and she couldn't hold off any longer. Her orgasm took over and she shook uncontrollably rocking the table, almost tipping it over.

Surprisingly, both recovered sufficiently enough to order dessert. And as they were leaving, an attractive blonde woman approached them and brazenly handed Warren her card, saying, "Call me."

She would have been disappointed to see him tear it up and let it fall to the pavement only two steps outside the restaurant while Jasmine tittered uncontrollably.

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Six thirty-five AM:

As the morning light peeked in through the shades, Warren, barely conscious, blinked and then opened his eyes for good. He turned his head and saw Jasmine lying on her side. The sheet was down around her waist. As he admired the curve of her breast, he thought back to the night before and smiled. Then pulled the sheet up to her neck and smoothed it lightly on her back. Jasmine turned on her side, eyes closed. Moving closer, Warren wrapped his arms around her and gently placed his hand on one of her naked breasts. She reached up and, with equal gentleness removed it.

Her voice was soft gravel. "If you need a hand warmer, get your own."

"Okay," he said pleasantly, "I need a shower anyway," and he got up and walked into the bathroom.

"Don't use all the hot water, Warren," she called out before turning her face back into the comfortable goose feathered pillow and captured several more precious minutes of sleep.

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Warren found the toothpaste in the drawer beside the sink; it was lying on top of her birth-control pills. He smeared some on her brush and stuck it in his mouth. Brushing rapidly, he glanced at the glazed shower door where she stood with her head tilted back, water beating on the front of her neck, a bar of soap in both hands between her breasts. She turned her shoulder to the stream and lathered her body carefully. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in her oversized white terry-cloth robe, then ran a wide-toothed comb through her hair. They moved toward each other automatically.

"Shall we begin the day with a..." he began.

She interrupted him by allowing her robe to fall open and put her palm on his cheek and kissed him lightly. He was admiring her midriff and tiny waist and the gentle curves of muscle around her belly when she placed her hands around his neck and applied sufficient pressure to compel his head down, down, down. The robe slipped from her shoulders and lay at her feet.

"Breakfast is served," she said gleefully, leaning back as far as she could as his hands cupped her firm behind and his hot breath mixed with the heat emanating from her pussy.

She ran her fingernails along his chest, down his stomach, down his hips to the top of his thighs. Warren groaned and lifted her up, thinking to himself; 'she's made of velvet and porcelain, ' and buried his face in her pussy before carrying her to the bedroom and the rumpled bed.

Jasmine squatted above him; her trembling fingers clasped his cock firmly and placed it inside her. She was just gathering her rhythm when they both heard the sound of a door closing.

"He's home!" My God Warren, he's home!" Jasmine's croaked as her hand went to her mouth and she bit down on her fingers to keep from screaming.

Warren, with a full charge of adrenaline, vaulted off the bed, but caught his scrotum on the small metal railing at the foot of the bed. His momentum carried him into the middle of the room, but his balls were torn open and the pain he felt was unbelievably intense.

Undaunted, Warren kept going, scooping up his clothes, socks, and shoes before opening the window and leaping out to the ground ten feet below.

Warren realized he'd sprained an ankle, and badly at that, but hobbled nude to his car, opened the door, jammed his shorts into his crotch to stem the bleeding and drove off.

Back in the bedroom Jasmine threw her robe on the floor to cover the spots of blood there. Then she quickly lay back on the bed and feigned awakening as the bedroom door opened and her husband walked in.

"Good morning Jasmine. Sleeping in the nude?" he asked, curiously.

"It's the damn heat." She said, faking a yawn. "First I opened the window, then I stripped. Nothing seemed to help. I'm glad you're home Richard. Now I know I'll sleep tonight."

"I don't understand," Richard said, puzzled. "Why not just turn up the A/C?

Everything began to unravel as Richard stepped around the bed to kiss her. There on the floor was a sizable trail of blood leading to the window that Jasmine had missed.

"You lying cunt," he spat out. And the rage swept over him. "Who?"

"What are you... talking about?" Jasmine asked tensing up, still unaware of the bloody trail.

Richard started to slap her across the face, but caught himself. "Who are you whoring with?" He asked, his face was beet red and spittle had formed on his lips. He raised his arm again, but Jasmine warded him off by replying, "Warren. It was Warren."

"Warren?" Richard's arm dropped to his side. "That little prick? Warren... the... the guy who MC'd the roast?"

"Yes," she sobbed hoping he was over the worst of his anger.

"Get dressed," Richard ordered.

"Okay, okay, Richard. I'll get dressed. Would you... like coffee?"

"Get dressed and get out. I won't live with a whore," his face was livid with rage.

"Richard!" The alarm in her voice only served to inflame his anger more.

"Now! Get dressed or not, I don't care, but get out! Get out! Get out!"

Quickly Jasmine gathered several items in her arms and left the room.

She was in the kitchen, crying while pulling on her slacks and hoping her mascara wasn't smearing all over her face when she heard it. Later, she thought about that sound again and again. It wasn't a loud sound, more like a muffled thud, only she heard it twice. She finished pulling on her slacks, checked her face in the mirror and decided her makeup was satisfactory before walking to the bedroom and finding Richard sprawled across the bed, his head and left arm on the floor, eyes wide open, mouth agape. His face was blue and already turning darker. Richard had suffered a massive heart attack.

Jasmine screamed and screamed and screamed.

Eventually, the police broke down the door. They found her kneeling next to him, shaking with despair, her mascara trailing down her beautiful face.

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Eight-ten AM:

Warren reached the emergency room driveway and managed to hobble from the car. In fact, he was struggling to pull on his pants when a guard spotted him and summoned help. The next thing Warren knew he was on a bed being hooked up to an intravenous feeder, with nurses and interns surrounding him. Several were talking to him at the same time.

"What happened to you?" "What's your name?" "Your health coverage is with whom?" "How did this happen?" "Get his temperature Grace." "My God, I never saw one like that before." "Shut up Bently." "Are you suicidal?" "Can you recall your Social Security Number?"

"Shut the fuck up, all of you!" Warren screamed at them out of pain and frustration, "Get my wallet, it's in my pants. Everything you need to know about me and my health coverage is in there. Next... what happened is... embarrassing. I'd like anyone not directly involved with my treatment to get the hell out of here."

Several people left. Four remained.

"I think I tore my nuts off, but I'm not sure."

"Nurse get me set up to administer a shot for tetanus." A young doctor ordered, already making several vital decisions about the injury requiring treatment. "Now, Mr.?" He said tersely and waited.

"Ammerman, Warren Ammerman. Christ, am I still bleeding like a stuck pig?"

"No, the compress has stopped the flow of blood and nature's doing its job by coagulating it."

"So far so good then," Warren muttered through clenched teeth."

"Actually, Mr. Ammerman, eight or ten stitches will put things to right again. It's more psychological than anything else."

"Well... in that case... Ya know Doc, I'll never forget the last thing my father ever said to me."

"What was that?" asked the doctor readying the syringe.

"Nor will I ever repeat it," Warren said and then grimaced as the needle did its job.

The doctor laughed and said, "Your sense of humor is intact and that's good. I'd appreciate it if you stayed overnight."

"Well," Warren began in his W. C. Fields impersonation. "I'd rather be in Philadelphia."

The doctor laughed again and said, "It's not that serious, but moving around won't do you any good. Why not hang with us for the evening?"

"Sure Doc, why not."

"Here," said the doctor, "take two of these now, get some sleep and see how you feel when you wake up. Oh, there will be some pain later. That's why I want you to stay. Now rest up. Oh, I meant to tell you. You're not the first guy whose testicles I've had to stitch up. You're number three. Still, it's highly unusual. I'd wager all three of you were similarly involved tho."

"Probably so Doc," Warren managed, already drifting off and in another minute he was sleeping peacefully.

"Nurse Jacobi?"

"Yes doctor?"

"Keep and eye on him. It's possible he may turn and aggravate the wound. We don't want that to happen, all right?"

"Yes, of course, doctor." And the nurse fussed around tucking the sheets in tightly around Warren until the doctor left. Then she sat down and watched him as he slept.

Eleven-twenty AM:

Warren opened his eyes and saw the nurse bent over tightening a shoelace. She was a pretty brunette, with a great figure, wonderful hips and shapely legs.

"Nice form," he said.

"Ohh!" You startled me. I thought you were sound asleep," she said, embarrassed at being caught that way.

"What's your name beautiful?" he asked, devouring her with his eyes.

"Ellen, err... Nurse Ellen Jacobi." His eyes made her uncomfortable at first, but in seconds she was enjoying his gaze.

"It's a pleasure to wake up to someone as beautiful as you," he said, meaning every word.

Nurse Jacobi began to blush.

"Uhhh, nurse, err, Ellen, uhhh a little problem here and he gestured toward the erection rapidly reaching maturity.

"Ohhh! The nurse said, not knowing exactly what to do.

"It's beginning to hurt. Can you stop it please?"

She decided he was right and approached the bed. After drawing the curtain closed around them, she reached out with her left hand and gripped his penis firmly and smacked the head lightly.

"Ow! Damn it, that hurt!"

"I... I'm sorry, that's what we're trained to do in this situation," she said lamely.

"No! That can't be the right procedure. I mean, normally yeah, I suppose that'd work, but right now you gotta think about my balls, uhhh, sorry, my testicles."

"Err, you're right. What do you suggest?"

Warren decided to take a chance. "Would you stroke it a little, maybe it'll subside and I can go back to sleep."

"No way," she said with emphasis, "No way."

"Ohhh," he groaned. "It hurts like hell. Help me out here, Ellen."

"It's Nurse Jacobi, Mr. Ammerman," she said, but took hold of his penis again and began to lightly jerk him off.

"That's it, God you're an angel of mercy, Nurse Jacobi."

"Hush up and let me finish," she said, a sheen of perspiration covered her forehead and a drop of sweat trickled down her nose as she concentrated on her mission of mercy.

"Lean forward a little Nurse Jacobi," he said hoarsely.

She bowed towards him and Warren licked the drop from her nose.

Suddenly the proximity to him and realization of what she was doing to him registered on her and she felt herself getting wet with the excitement. Her unoccupied hand moved downward to her loins and she began to press her palm against her mons.

Warren whispered something she didn't quite hear.

"What did you say Mr. Amm?"

"Warren. Call me Warren."

"Yes, well what did you say Warren?"

"I asked if you would suck me now?"

"WHAT?"

"I asked if you'd be kind enough to take me in that lovely mouth of yours and do me right. A little callimar as it were."

"Callimar?"

"Same as a blowjob."

"Ohhh, well... I..."

"Come on Ellen, you'll do a great service to me," he pleaded his case quietly.

Ellen gazed down at his penis. "His cock," she said to herself. "It's a wonderful cock and I have it all to myself... " And with that, her head lowered enough for her lips to close over his cockhead. She withdrew his cock from her mouth and kissed it passionately, then moved her mouth all over his fully erect cock.

"Oh, yes Ellen. That's my girl," he whispered in her ear, trying unsuccessfully to nip her earlobe.

Ellen squeezed his cock firmly and flicked her tongue at it as a snake would, licking its entire surface, giving it a glistening sheen. She tilted her neck back and admired her work before taking most of his cock into her mouth and sucking hard. Gradually, Ellen pulled her head back until Warren's cock popped softly from her mouth. Warren tried again to capture her earlobe. This time he succeeded, feeling Ellen shudder as he sucked and licked at it.

Almost in retaliation, Ellen tilted his cock upwards until she could clearly see the underside. She studied it briefly and found her target, just below the head was a vein, which she knew was the most sensitive area of a man's cock. She laved her tongue across it, moving from side to side, while slowly rubbing her hand up and down his cock. Warren groaned. Ellen realized she was enjoying herself.

Carefully she avoided any contact with his testes. Shifting to a different point of attack, Ellen took him into her mouth again, bobbing up and down, with each downward movement taking more of him into her mouth. Carefully she maneuvered her tongue to the underside of his elongated penis and when she felt the head reach the back of her throat, she swallowed him with a giant gulp. As he entered her throat, Ellen stopped swallowing and took a deep breath through her nose. Warren was still groaning softly and his hand had crept under her dress. Two fingers were at the leg of her panties and slipping under to her moist thatch of pubic hair. Ellen shifted position slightly, spreading her legs apart to afford easier access to her pussy. Seconds later his first finger entered her and she moaned with lustful pleasure.

Ellen continued to work his cock, squeezing it with her throat muscles. "He wanted a hand job, let's see how he likes my throat job," Ellen thought and trembled, her knees almost giving out as Warren's second finger entered her lubricated pussy.

"Ohhhh, callimar," he groaned You're great Ellen." he gasped and she readied herself.

She felt him tense up and then he exploded into her throat. Ellen took as much as she could, which was plenty, but Warren had a major load stored up and as she pulled away, he spurted a third time, sending a string of cum across the bridge of her nose.

Ellen didn't care about it, for she was coming now. She grabbed the bed to hold her up; her legs seemed to have collapsed under her. Through an orgasmic cloud Ellen heard Warren calling to her.

"Wha?"

"Sit on my face, hurry, get up on my face."

Ellen quickly bent and pulled her panties off, then clambered up on the bed and squatted over his mouth.

"Lower," he said hoarsely.

Ellen dropped lower and felt his mouth close upon her. Her face was flushed and her lips still glistened from sucking him. Her hand wandered over to her rock hard nipple tenting her thin white blouse.

'This guy is exciting, ' she thought, eyes riveted on his weary penis, waiting for any sign of renewed life. Ellen's rate of breathing increased twofold.

Ellen felt a tightness in her chest and realized she was pinching her own nipple. She bit her lip to stem the pain, but continued the pinching. She concentrated on Warren's tongue as it lapped at her sparsely haired, brown bush and the folds covering the red slash beneath.

Ellen's mouth hung open and she shivered uncontrollably as the tip of Warren's tongue caressed her clit. Suddenly, Ellen was over the edge, trembling violently as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She leaned forward, knees meeting the bed, and unconsciously took his flaccid cock into her mouth even as she cupped his ass for leverage.

Warren knew Ellen had climaxed, but continued eating her. 'No mercy, ' he thought. 'Not until she cries enough!' He smiled inwardly knowing that wouldn't take long.

He chewed on her puffy lips, drawing them deep inside his mouth. Ellen groaned and shook her body much like a dog coming out of the water. Then Warren's hands found the underside of her breasts and eventually, her swollen nipples. Ellen gasped as he manipulated them, sending shock waves throughout her body. His cock began to stiffen and she grasped it with one hand while the other sought and found his asshole. Her mouth descended on his cock and her hot breath hastened it along to fullness. As she took him into her mouth, her finger probed the outside of his ass. He moaned and she pushed it inside.

"Careful with my balls," he warned. She never heard him, but instinctively avoided any damaging contact.

He marveled at her taste. It was markedly different from any he'd had before. That's what he loved about women, each one was so different in one way or anther from the next.

Ellen allowed him to slip from her mouth as she panted, trying unsuccessfully to regain her breath. She decided to drive him crazy by fucking his ass, and being careful to avoid contact with his scrotum, leveraged herself so she could push her finger fully inside him. And did. He moaned, she probed, seeking his prostate and on locating it tickled it until he started to cum again.

Warren was having trouble breathing, and stuck two fingers inside her, pushing them in and out as fast as he could. She came just as he finished, collapsing alongside him.

Warren sighed and whispered in her ear, "I've got the best medical coverage in the world, and I owe it all to you," then he kissed her softly. They tasted one another for a minute or so, then Ellen slid off the bed, struggled back into her panties and straightened her uniform as best she could.

"Come here," Warren said.

"No, we've gone far enough, someone will be along any second."

"That why I want you to come over here."

Hesitating a moment, she decided to do as he asked and approached him.

"Lean over," he said still gulping air.

She complied and he wiped a string of sperm from her hair and nose.

"You'd have had a hell of a time explaining that away," he laughed.

"I can't believe we did that," Ellen said in a lust-laden voice.

"I can't believe I ate the whole thing either."

"Oh, you," she said, obviously pleased with his humor.

"Funny, all that excitement and my balls feel fine."

And having said that, he passed out.

Ellen checked her appearance in the mirror and then summoned the doctor.

AFTERMATH:

Warren had torn the stitches out with his enthusiastic gyrations, and somehow he'd managed to damage his scrotum. He was in the hospital for a week. By week's end, a steady stream of nurses stopped by to administer to his every need. Six of them cried openly as he bade them a fare thee well on his day of departure. The other three were off duty.

For about two months Warren confined himself to dating the nurses, for they knew how to have sex without damaging his jewels, and he was definitely protecting them.

"No more married women," he vowed. No more married women," he said, turning his head to follow the sensual stride of a voluptuous redhead.

Would he keep to his pledge? After all, two of the nurses were... committed to partners through a formal ceremony complete with vows. When informed of this, Warren simply said, "There's an exception to every rule. Now come on baby, light my fire."

Oh, and as for Jasmine. Well, she called and called. Warren never answered. When Richard's estate was finally settled, she moved to Palm Beach. Within six months she remarried, this time to a Cuban drug lord. She lasted a year before he slit her throat and fed her to the fishes off the Florida coast. He inherited everything.



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Chapter 5: Sunday with Dear Abby


His hand was poised to knock for the first time when the trailer door opened. Abby stood there smiling at him, her perky breasts pushed against the Grateful Dead T-shirt she wore.

"Come on in," Abby said. "Take a load off. I happened to see you getting out of the 'vette."

Warren entered the trailer, bending even though it wasn't necessary. His piercing brown eyes digested everything about her. He was trying to disguise the hunger within him, but it would have been evident to the most casual observer and there was nothing casual about Abby.

Abby was a stripper at Platinum Gold, a gentleman's Club on the outskirts of the city. At the moment, she was wearing red running shorts and sandals along with the 'T'. Her hair was stacked in no particular order. Bobby pins mix and match. Abby was holding a paperback, wearing a Walkman.

He looked at her quizzically.

"I tune in between the stations, she said, "get some white noise and get into my hot read."

What is it?" Warren asked with interest.

Abby showed him the cover. 'Orgasms A Plenty.' Her finger held her place halfway in.

"Dibs on the book," he grinned.

"Only if I can watch you read it," she said mischievously. A lewd glint flashed across her eyes and he caught it.

"I'm half way through."

"I'd like to be half way there myself," he smiled, his eyes slowly devouring her body from head to toe. "And then some," he concluded. He was fully aware some women detested this treatment. He didn't count Abby among them.

"Wouldn't you tho," she said, secretly pleased with him.

He studied her. From the razor line on her thigh where she'd stopped shaving, up to her neck and the wisps of dirty blonde hair clinging there; to the way she cocked her head when he spoke, as though giving careful consideration to each word he uttered.

She took him in. The extra large sized hands, chest hair curling out of his sport shirt, to the swimming pool deep eyes that drew her closer; and the warrior's nose.

Abby reflected "He must've got that broken over a woman," and softly sighed.

They sat down in the kitchen. Silence reigned for about three minutes as they contemplated one another.

"I thought you'd call before dropping in," Abby said breaking the silence. She didn't mind his dropping in unannounced, didn't feel selfconcious about her appearance either.

Warren noted this and filed it away in his strategy book.

"Grab a chair Warren. Want a Bud?"

"That'd be nice, thank you," he said, glancing around the kitchen and noting that it was used frequently. The kitchen had a comfortable feeling about it.

Abby handed him a can of Budweiser, then reached back into the cooler and withdrew one for herself. His started to sweat immediately, and he watched it puddle around the base of the can.

"Balmy, isn't it?" Warren said, breaking the silence. He was running his index finger along the condensation, looking at her with renewed interest. Then he looked around and found a pile of coasters in the center of the table along side the salt and peppershakers. He took two, slid one to Abby and placed his Bud on his and turned his full attention back to Abby.

"Maybe," she countered, sipping her beer, then placing on her coaster, "but let's work up to it gradually."

"Oh?" Then he caught it, squinted at her and smiled. "You're pretty quick," he said, lifting the can to his mouth.

"So'd you come over here just for a free beer, or what?" she said, then took a swig of her beer. Watching his face as she swallowed.

"I was hopin' for more than what this seems like."

"What's that?"

"Well, to me... umm, seems like I'm fillin' out a questionnaire."

"No doubt you are," she said smiling, her shoulders were pulled back to accentuate her small breasts and her nipples could be discerned through the light gray material. Abby was enjoying herself and took another swallow of her beer.

Walkman lying on the table, static fizzing away; Warren reasonably close at hand; Abby felt a slight tingling within her body. The smile in her eyes said I knew this would happen.

"So whatcha been doing with yourself since that night at King Neptune's?" Abby curled her legs under her and licked her lips.

"Was that the night I taught you how to play that game?"

"Yeah boy." And she laughed loudly while her fingernails scratched the fabric of her red shorts. "You're a good teacher you are." Abby cleared her throat, "Hurumph," and continued. "Only the regulars could make the damn thing land on the nail, but you showed me how in three tosses, and I was a regular champ at it after that."

Shyly Warren responded. "Well, once you know how..."

"Sure," she said interrupting him, "but showing someone that fast ain't easy. That's why I gave you my number and address. I wanted to see you again."

Gracefully, Abby got up from the table and glided to the cooler. "Wanna join me in another brew?"

"Sure, but aren't you worried about your figure? Most girls I..."

"I'm a dancer. Didn't you know that?"

"No," he said, startled but pleased. "I didn't."

"At the Platinum Club?" Abby said tentatively.

"That's interesting," Warren said, "I, err, don't usually go to those clubs." He put his hands up in a defensive posture and said, "It's not that I'm against them or anything like that, hell they're great, but I..." he paused, trying to determine if his next words would hurt her feelings, then went ahead. "The purpose of those clubs is to make horny guys feel a little better about themselves. And make some bread besides. I don't mind that, in fact it's a good thing really. It's just that I don't need it. I find my, err, relationships in other places."

"Like King Neptune's?" Abby asked, eyes sparkling.

"Yeah, like King Neptune's, teaching a sweet young thing how to play a silly game. But since you brought the subject up, I gotta tell you you've got a sensational body. It's evident you take good care of it. In fact, I'll bet those are the first beers you've had since the night at Neptune's."

The room was still and silent as Abby digested his words. "He was right about the beers," she thought, "he might be right for her too."

Waiting for Abby to break the silence, Warren glanced out the kitchen window as a beer-bellied neighbor wearing an undershirt and pajama bottoms came out of his house to sit down in a rocker on his front porch armed with a six-pack and Hustler magazine.

"Ah love," Warren thought, "it's everywhere." He took another sip of beer.

She put a finger to her lower lip and said, "Let's talk about, ummm... kissing."

"I'm game, he said his eyes locked on hers. I'd rather do than... but whatever..."

"Let's talk about G-spots," she said, feeling her body beginning to flush and discovering she'd finished another beer. Her mind on other things, she tossed the empty at the trash can, but missed and ignored it as it rolled across the kitchen floor, ending its journey at the table leg near her foot.

He sat still, watching her. Inhaling her, waiting for her next move. She didn't appear to be nervous, and eventually Abby looked him in the eye and said, "So, you want to begin or shall I?"

"Begin what, he thought, thinking of all his past frustrations," but shrugged them off contemplating the new experience before him and said, "Can't we move over to the couch and let things take care of themselves?"

"I don't know about that," Abby said with a feigned pout, " I was talkin' about talking."

"How 'bout a compromise?

"I'm listening," she said and pulled her shoulders back again.

"Here come the boobs again," Warren thought to himself as he said, "We go to the couch for oh... say fifteen minutes, see how it goes. If it goes okay, we fill out the rest of your questionnaire."

"You think you're that good a kisser?

"It's worth a try."

Abby smiled at him, her hands laced together, chin propped up on them, one thumb slowly rolled along her lower lip.

He sipped his beer and waited.

She unlaced her hands, stood up and walked over to the couch in the living room, and stood there while Warren looked back over his shoulder.

Her lips came apart with a soft snap. She put her weight on one leg, gave a subtle shift of her hips. Warren stood and quickly moved to her.

They kissed for maybe ten minutes before Warren conceded she was the best kisser he'd ever met despite the bad springs poking into his thigh.

She had sat close beside him, a Cheshire grin on her face. And that grin had come forward into his face until it became his. Her lips parted; her feathery tongue slid into his mouth, leisurely and strong. And then they were both sipping from deep within each other's soul. Abby, running her tongue in and out of Warren's mouth, her hot saliva mixing with his, slowly fucking his tongue, then biting his lips. Warren compelled her to retreat as his tongue flowed like a river into her mouth. They clung to one another on the couch for minutes, tied erotically by their tongues and mounting passion; and wrestled for control in a battle neither could win, nor wanted to win.

Dusk was ending when Warren rose from the couch to make a trip to the bathroom. When he came out Abby wasn't on the couch. He stood in the living room for a minute, scratching his stomach and listening to the lawn mower outside, then he strode down the carpeted hall to her bedroom.

Abby was lying on her bed. She'd turned down the sheets and taken off her sandals. She wasn't smiling, nor did she appear anxious. She was looking at him with great interest, perhaps even mild curiosity. The last remnants of daylight poured through the faded shades and across her legs as Warren came across to her and squatted beside the bed. There was mint on her breath now as she brought her face close to his.

She reached out, and her fingertip strayed lightly across his lips, drew a ticklish line down his throat to his collarbone. He touched her blondish hair at the temples, brushed it back from her face. She took her hands away from him, leaned back on the bed and ran her hands across her smallish breasts. Her nipples were outlined against the fabric of her blouse.

A dreamy current came into her voice.

"It's been a very long time."

"Has it? Then I'd better be good, hadn't I?"

He stood still, and watched as she sat back up, reached out and unzipped his khaki pants and pulled them down. He was responding quickly. She drew down his jockey shorts and reached through his legs and took a cool but firm grip on his balls, bringing him a half-foot closer to her. With a languorous sigh, she took him into her minty mouth.

Oh, that minty mouth he thought, as he became solid.

She held him in place, enjoying him, listening to the sound of his breathing intensify. Her tongue rolled over his swollen head, her thumb and one finger circled his balls and one finger stroked the seam of flesh hidden beneath. All Abby wanted now was to control his pleasure, to drive him to the highest heights of sensuous feeling. She wanted him to ache for the feel of her warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock.

Warren closed his eyes and a hot rush of air filled his lungs. His heart jumped. Abby stayed there, using her hands; her thin cool fingers; nails raking him lightly across his flesh, finding some new notes; pushing his blood up an octave.

Later, he massaged her skull with his fingertips and watched through half-closed eyes as she rode him, sweet, strong and happy. "Ahhhhh the wonders of calimar," he thought blissfully, his hand moving to graze along the inside of her thigh.

Ultimately, Abby rose up and drew off her T-shirt. Warren helped by rolling her running shorts down across the flare of her hips then undid his own shirt while watching her stand nude before him. She was watching him too, all of him and breathing hard.

When he was naked too, she stepped forward and kissed him on the mouth, her lips opening, sliding her tongue beneath his. He kissed her back. The mintiness was gone. On her breath all he could taste was himself.

Later still, they were both lying in the bed. Warren, propped up on an elbow, was gently touching Abby's left nipple, he thought it a slippery ruby. Abby experienced a shiver with each successive touch. He scrutinized her hair spread out against the white pillow and spoke quietly in the half-dark room.

"A gal once told me that sex was like riding a roller coaster."

He paused; she made a humming, contented sound.

He said, "You can tell how well you did by how loud they screamed."

"Yeah?" she said, opening her bluish-gray eyes briefly, then closing them. Her voice was husky, "How'd we do?"

"I think we both done good," Warren said smiling.

"How do you know?"

"Hear that?"

Four, maybe five dogs yapped and howled across the street.

"We did that?" She chuckled and closed her eyes again.

"They started when we started. An hour ago."

Halfway into her drowsy drifting off to sleep, she mumbled, "Is that all it was? One hour?"

He touched her hair. That thick hair, much softer than it looked. And her other hair, even softer, that tangle of rosy gold. It was scented with something, a mild flower. Jasmine? He wondered. That aroma was on his cheeks, with every breath now it seemed stronger.

He leaned over the edge of the bed and brought the top sheet back and shook it quietly into place, tucking it in and around her. She dug her face into her pillow and reached for him. He lay down and she brought her head to his chest, frittering until she found the most comfortable fit. Then she slept.

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Two-thirty AM: She rested her hand on his shoulder and touched a finger to the back of his neck. Smiling, she ran her finger down along his collarbone

It's a good size," she said, "comfortable but not to big."

Her head lay on his bare chest as she gazed down at his flaccid member. Starlight glistened on the dampness of her pubic hair.

"I can't take any credit for it," he said. I was born this way."

They both laughed, and she lifted her head and kissed him again. Then she drew a slow line from his Adam's apple to his navel. And then began a delicate journey into his pubic hair, lingering there, combing out the snarls. He shifted beneath the sheet and opened himself to her. She cupped him. Jiggled him lightly.

"Don't you remember?" she said. "It's not the size of the ship that counts. It's the motion of the ocean."

While they chuckled in the dark, his right hand returned to the moist place he had found before. The place that made her shut her eyes and clench the sheets and toss her head back and forth. The place that made her throat quake. He touched her lightly there, teasing her, before lowering himself slowly down her body, bringing his gifted tongue to her; separating her thickened folds with his fingers, and tasted again that tart jasmine flavor in her juices and scent.

Abby lifted her legs, bringing her knees to her chest, and embraced them with one arm, her other arm slung out across the bed. Warren continued toying with her( drawing the alphabet with his tongue, flicking it here, flattening it there, probing in that mysterious 'other' place. She felt him vanishing into her dampness(fading, dissolving, disappearing as Abby writhed, twisted and trembled and began to speak in a garbled tongue.

And his tongue answered her.

She brought her feet down pressing them firmly on the floor. Lifting her hips, she pressed her shoulders back and ground herself against his mouth. He mashed his mouth tighter, snorting like a pig to bring air into his lungs.

In time, he raised himself from her and looked up across her belly and breasts at her lust-ridden face. She smiled lewdly back at him. He met her eyes for a moment then closed them as he returned his mouth to her, fastening himself there. As she sighed(then moaned anew, he remained busy, shaping and reshaping the fit of his mouth upon he, intensifying the pressure; slowing the pace; until he felt a flutter escape from her(a sudden flare of heat as she raised her hips from the bed and he raised his face with her.

She shivered and snarled and snorted. A slow crescendo of distressed cries emenated from her(as if she were losing her balance on a narrow ledge. Finally, it broke from her, and she brought her legs back up and hugged her knees. And she started to sob, bringing forth a deep rush of tears. With one hand she held his head in place while the other caressed a breast, as she wept with joy.

It was an hour later. The neighborhood dogs were sleeping quietly. The cicadas had retired for the evening as well. A light breeze whispered past the curtains into the bedroom bringing a welcome coolness to the warm night.

She began to draw lazy circles in his chest hair. Her breasts pressed against his ribs.

"Does anything scare you Warren?" she said. "Really scare you?"

"Ummmm. Yeah, blind women with machetes."

"Come on. Why women?"

Warren turned his head, opened his eyes.

"Why'd you say that?"

"I think you're a little afraid of me, are you afraid of all women?" she asked, carefully watching his reaction. "I mean here we are deeply involved but you're always joking, always keeping me right here, a measured distance away from your heart."

"I wouldn't call what we were doing a few minutes ago any measured off distance" he answered evasively.

"But you seem to be, you're afraid of letting it get deeper."

Warren touched a finger to her wrist, drew a slow line up her arm and back down. Sliding his finger in and out of each of the groves in her fingers.

"Jesus," he said. "Now the lady wants it even deeper."

"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed and growling wriggled her fingers into his ribs, and bit him hard on the neck.

"Ow!" He roared, shifting position causing her to fall into him and they began to wrestle. Finally he permitted her to win. Gradually her biting grew softer and together they scooted along the comforter away from the edge, back to the center of the bed.

As he entered her she squealed out in joy, "Oh God... deja vu, all over again."

"Thank you Yogi," he laughed as he increased his stoking to jackhammer level causing them both to come almost immediately.

They dozed afterward, and later, at dawn, Abby danced for him.



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Chapter 6: Saturday's Fancy, Judy & Nancy


The girls: Nancy Artz and Judy Caporale

Warren's buddy, Eppy: Epsolen Anderson noted jazz saxophone player

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Warren met them at the Jazz Festival on the Fourth of July. They were both cute, and dressed alike in tank tops and short shorts. The taller, a brunette with a dynamite ass and legs, albeit small breasts. The shorter a busty blonde, well a bottle blonde anyway, and also possessing great legs.

He spread his blanket out close to them, after asking if they'd mind. They didn't and giggled over his butt as soon as he turned away and went about setting up. He'd brought a cooler and his camera along with the blanket. It wasn't long before the girls took the initiative and introduced themselves.

"Hi," the brunette said, "I'm Nancy, and this is Judy. Isn't this music just fabulous?"

"Hi right back to you. I'm Warren and yeah, the music's good and gonna get better when Epsolen gets into a couple riffs on that sax of his."

"I've heard he's cool," said Judy, putting suntan lotion on her arm and appraising him at the same time. She nodded to Nancy, the signal that he was worth spending some time with. Nancy feigned a yawn, the pre-arranged sign that she agreed with Judy's assessment. Nancy took her time examining him. He had beautiful, thick hair, and wonderful shoulders, and his brown eyes were so expressive that when he concentrated them on her, she felt weak. And they'd just met. Nancy hoped she would be the one he selected, but Judy had those big tits and that always got the good one. 'But maybe this time... ' she hoped.

"He is cool," Warren agreed, "I've known him since our Navy days. We were shipmates."

"You know him?" Judy said, totally surprised. "Do ya think you might be able to introduce us?"

"Sure, stay close by. He'll be around in a while."

Judy nudged Nancy's arm and whispered to her. "Did you hear him? He'll be around..."

Nancy leaned forward and said, "Excuse me... Warren, right?"

"Yes... Nancy, right?"

"Yeah, right. Err, would you like a beer? We've got plenty in our cooler."

"Girls, it would be my pleasure to sit down to a brew or two with you." And he moved closer to them. Nancy moved to her knees and opened the cooler, popped a can of Bud and handed it to him. He gulped about half down, then wiped his mouth with his arm.

"Thank you." He burped, not loudly but it was obvious that the girls had heard him. "Excuse me. That was a welcome from my lips to my gullet. They needed that."

"Oh go on, everybody does it, don't apologize." Judy said leaning forward and providing him with a glimpse down her blouse. Nancy seethed internally. 'That cow, waving her tits in his face, I'll have to do something to counter her and those boobs, ' she thought.

They spent the next half-hour talking about life in general, and listening to the music; drank a few beers and then Warren saw someone coming just over a nearby berm and started to rise.

"Eppy, Eppy," he called out and waved his arms. "Over here!"

"Oh my God! He does know him," Judy cried excitedly, as she hugged Nancy.

'Hey Warren! My man," said the lithe black man as he joined their group and slapped hands with Warren. A humming sound quickly emenated from those around them as they recognized the jazz star settling in among them.

"How long's it been man? Eppy asked.

" 'bout four years," Warren smiled.

"That long 'eh?" Eppy removed a Marlboro from his shirt pocket and lit it, blowing the smoke though his nostrils. He squatted next to Warren. "How do we manage to go that long without hooking up? Damn!"

"Oh," Warren said, "This is Nancy and this... this is Judy. Judy REALLY digs your music. She got all your CD's, yeah... a big time fan Eppy."

Nancy felt herself glow at this turn of events. Warren had picked her! She felt a tinge of sadness that Judy's big tits had cost her Warren. 'Let her have the celebrity, ' she thought magnanimously.

Eppy smiled broadly, having picked up Warren's non-to-subtle message, which the worried Judy had missed. He was ruggedly handsome and of course his picture often graced the major magazines of America.

"Hello Nancy," he said shaking her hand firmly, and turning to Judy, "and what can I say to a number one fan?"

"A hug would be... be nice," Judy managed.

"A hug it is!" And Eppy picked Judy up and hugged her tight. "I love my fans and my fans love me. Well some of 'em do." He laughed raucously. Judy made no attempt to move away after he'd put her feet back on the ground. In fact she touched him as often as she thought she could with become obvious about it.

"Want a beer?" Warren asked.

"Naw, but thanks anyway. Can't, not this close to my set. But I can take all the hugging Judy cares to share with me. That caused Judy to shriek with joy and leap into Eppy's arms. It was a long hug and after they sat back down, Judy fixed her eyes on the bulge that she had felt pressing against her and marveled as it continued to grow along Eppy's thigh.

Both Nancy and Warren took note of this, but only Warren made a comment.

"I can see why they ordered you not to wear shorts today."

"Huh?" Eppy said, after sipping from a bottle of water.

Nancy and Judy were giggling and smacking one another; embarrassed, but loving it and knowing full well they were the center of attention.

"Oh?" Eppy reached out and made as if to smooth the bulge away. "This little old thang?"

"Thang?" Nancy cried out, "He calls it a thang."

"Not so little either," Judy laughed giddily.

"How you tell that Judy girl?" Eppy asked, reverting to ghetto slang. Judy blushed crimson.

"Well Warren, this girl Judy's got some color, ain't she?"

"Probably blushing all over," Warren offered.

"Oh, God... shutup both of you!" Judy said, turning beet red.

"You know," Warren laughed, "I'd give a hug and a kiss to someone who'd hand me a beer right about now."

Nancy dove for the cooler, before she realized she'd made a fool of herself. It was her turn to blush. "Here," she said, holding it out to him.

"Thank you, " Warren smiled, accepting the beer he placed it down beside him then pulled Nancy up against his chest and kissed her. Nancy's first thought was that his lips were so soft and gentle. She leaned into him, pressing her perky breasts against him. At the first touch of his tongue, she opened her mouth and drew him in. Warren felt that this girl might prove to be something special.

The four continued to neck and tease one another until another member of his group called Eppy to the stage. And as his set opened Warren and the girls huddled close together listening intently and moved to the music. As the set progressed, Warren became entranced with Nancy's hair, telling her, "It seems radiant in this lighting," and hugged her close. Nancy felt herself grow moist at the compliment.

Deciding not to neglect Judy he curled her arm through his and unintentionally rubbed the side of her heavy breast against his biceps. He glanced at her and seeing the lust in her eyes dropped his hand to the front of her shorts, let it dangle there for a second and then tapped on her pussy with his little finger.

"You want me to play with you?" he asked.

She smiled at him and shivered, stunned that he would ask such a question.

She hesitated, then quickly responded. "Yes," she whispered hotly, "but I don't want to hurt Nancy's feelings."

"Just a second," he whispered back and turned to Nancy. "I'm going to pull this blanket over us so we can all fool around a little, okay?"

Nancy was already in a dreamy state what with Warren so close and the music more than she'd bargained for and nodded her agreement. He moved his hand across her perky breasts and kissed her on the neck. She vibrated under the touch.

"Nice?"

"Ummm, yeah... nice."

"Mind if I give Judy some attention?"

"No. Eppy's way over there and she's probably lonely."

"Okay, but just because he's not here for her. I'll make her feel good too. But only if it's okay with you Nancy," he was casually rubbing her nipple as he spoke, as if it were the most normal thing in the world for him to be doing.

"Go on... kiss her. It's okay."

He turned to Judy and kissed her gently, rubbing against her shorts with the edge of his other hand. 'She's really cooking in there, ' he thought as Judy's tongue fiercely laved against his.

When the kiss ended he whispered, "open your pants for me. I'll be right back to you."

He twisted his body and found Nancy waiting, her eyes were sparkling and in a hushed tone she asked, "Is she okay?"

"Judy's fine, but now it's your turn sugar," and before he could move Nancy's hands were holding the sides of his head and kissing him powerfully. She rolled on top of him and Judy shrieked with laughter.

"I've been wanting to do that for the longest time," she gasped when the kiss ended.

"Really?" Warren said, noting the attention they were getting and rearranged the blanket over the three of them. "Wow, you certainly know how to kiss."

"You think?"

Judy chimed in with, "I told you Nancy."

Nancy blushed and Warren kissed her again, this time under the blanket his hand wandered under her top and cupped the padded bra covering her breast. She didn't resist and Warren in a quiet undertone asked, "Can you lose the bra?" Not waiting to see if she would do it he returned to Judy and slid his hand downward, finding the warm nest between her thighs. She had opened her shorts for him.

"What are you doing?" she asked softly.

"You'll see."

He tickled her gently, and soon she was rolling her hips against his fingers. Warren kept at it until Judy started to lubricate, then slowly slipped his middle finger inside her. Judy gasped, and her legs tensed, but her subsequent movements clearly indicated he could have his way.

Warren rolled back to Nancy and Judy rolled with him, hoping to keep his finger inside her. Judy was too far-gone to do without the orgasm he'd silently promised.

He pulled Nancy tight against him and kissed her deeply. She had removed her bra, and her nipples were taut against his chest. He continued to kiss her - on the lips, neck and throat; and when she moaned he leaned forward and put his free hand on one breast and in a pushing, spreading motion, flattened it, applying tension to the nipple. Opening his mouth as wide as he could, Warren sucked in most of her small breast. And as she writhed against him, his tongue teased her nipple. Nancy was exalted with all the sensations and placed a hand under her other breast offering it to his mouth, her other hand nestled at the back of his head, holding him to her. 'How erotic, how wicked!' she thought, 'and in the middle of all these people too!'

She purred, "I was hoping that you would do something like this..."

"Like it?"

"Oh yeah... don't forget the other one..."

He switched to her other breast and began stirring his finger within Judy's moist cunt. Using thumb and middle finger, he masturbated Judy gently for a few minutes, while she lay still, her head on her arm biting at her fist. The musicians played on some thirty-five yards away and only a few gawkers continued to watch them cavorting under the blanket.

"Touch yourself," he murmured to Nancy.

"What?" She said caught off guard by the request.

"Go on, touch yourself. For me."

"I... can't..."

"Look, I'd do it but I've got you and Judy here with me under the blanket and my other hand is occupied."

"Occupied?"

"For Christ's sake, I've got my fingers in Judy... now do you understand?"

"Oh..."

"Don't be so surprised, you're both turned on... right?"

"I didn't..."

Do you want me to stop?"

"No!"

They were silent for a moment as he suckled her breast giving her time to think. His fingers busied themselves with Judy who was on the brink of coming.

"Can... can I touch you instead?" Nancy asked hopefully.

"Sure," he replied with a smile. "But be careful it bites."

"Oh, you tease..." she said, obviously relieved and let her hand drift to his stomach.

'This will be the second penis that I've touched, ' Nancy thought as her fingers reached the waistband of his shorts. 'Better do it quick, ' she chided herself, 'he might change his mind.'

She gasped after groping through his thick mat of pubic hair and touched his firm shaft, but continued her exploration, rubbing her thumb over the tip of his cockhead.

"You feel... silky nice," she told him.

"I'm glad you're comfortable with it. Some girls aren't you know."

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah. Some are frightened by the size. Of course some are just afraid of it, period."

"I feel sorry for them."

"Don't worry about them. Squeeze it tight in your fist."

"My... my hand won't go around it." Nancy lamented as if it were her fault.

"Use both hands if you want."

She followed his advice and gripped him with both hands. "Like a baseball bat," she giggled and squeezed.

"And Eppy is bigger than yours?"

"Oh yeah, much bigger."

"Wow! Oh, like wow!"

"Can't wait to see his eh?"

"No. Yes... I mean yours... Jeez; I just felt your heart beat there! Oooh, I just love it!"

She gasped, "Judy, Judy! Come feel his thing."

Judy's inquisitive hand meandered across his thigh; met Nancy's hand first then closed her fingers on his hardness.

"Ummm, you are a big fella ain't you?"

Nancy gleefully cried out, "I want to see it!"

"We're in a public place girls," Warren said hastily, fearing in their excitement, one of them might shuck the blanket off him.

"Ooooh," Nancy pouted.

"Tell you what," he said softly, "You duck completely under the blanket and I'll hold it up enough so that you can get a good look."

"All right," Nancy chirped and clapped her hands as Warren hoisted the blanket a few inches off the ground. Nancy burrowed under the blanket and with only little difficulty saw his cock was partially covered by his shorts.

Suddenly Judy was breathing on her neck. "I want a look too," she said defensively.

"Okay, let's get him undressed then." And Nancy tugged at the elastic waistband of his shorts until they hung down around his knees. Both Judy and Nancy whooped at the sight as it sprang free and stood bobbing inches in front of them.

Judy was the first to act, taking his cock in her hand.

"It's so... warm and hard..." She murmured so that only Nancy could hear. Nancy was mesmerized staring at the head, which was partially covered with foreskin. She had never seen an uncircumcised cock before. Judy pulled downward, peeling the foreskin back and revealed the cockhead. "Ooooh!" she exclaimed clearly impressed and began to jerk him off.

Nancy was still in awe of it all and memorized for all time the look of the bulging veins feeding the blood necessary to engorge his magnificent hardon. Then Judy lowered her head several inches and dreamily rubbed his cock along her cheek.

"Me too! Me too!" Nancy squealed delightedly, then planted a moist kiss to his shaft. Judy marveled at the heat against her cheek and turned her head sufficiently and as she opened her mouth she recalled blowing Richie Zadanowitz several months earlier. But Richie had come almost as soon as she'd closed her mouth on him and she'd spat him out in disgust. This time as her lips fastened on his cock it twitched, but didn't spew and Judy began to relax and enjoy herself. Warren helped a great deal by placing his hand behind her head and guiding her.

And what was Nancy doing? To her obvious delight she'd discovered his balls and squiggling further under the blanket was kissing and sucking on them as Warren moaned his satisfaction at her newly found prowess.

'And I'll suck his cock like nobody's business, ' she told herself, 'as soon as Judy lets it go.'

"Are you two enjoying yourselves?" He asked pleasantly.

"Mmmmmm," groaned Judy.

"Ooooh yeah," Nancy cooed between noisy slurps. "Great fun. You've a wonderful prick here."

"I really didn't think you two had that much experience," he said and pleased both girls enormously.

He lifted the blanket slightly and saw Judy's big doe eyes looking up at him. "Hi there, my little cocksucker."

"Mmmffff!" Judy replied returning gleefully to her work.

"Warren?" Nancy called from between his legs.

"Yeah, darling?"

"Do all pricks taste the same?"

"You're licking my balls, Nancy."

"Oh, yeah. Well I mean your balls then."

"I don't really know, not being a cocksucker or ball licker myself. But if I were to guess I'd say they all taste a little different, yet somewhat the same."

"Oh."

"You know... people are all pretty much alike, yet different too. Maybe its what they eat, or how often they wash, things like that."

"Yeah, thanks. I was just wondering, you know."

"I love what you're doing kiddo," and let the blanket fall.

Warren looked up at the stage and found his friend grinning at him. Laughing, Warren gave him the thumbs up sign. Eppy promptly went into a long Coleman Hawkins like solo on "Body and Soul," that brought the crowd to its feet cheering.

Nancy said, "What's going on out there?"

"Eppy's watching us and getting horny. When that happens he plays better. That's the crowd cheering him on."

She shocked Warren by firmly stating, "They should be cheering us on."

As he was recovering he heard her again. "Judy, can I have some now?"

"Mmmmm, 'kay. Here," and she handed his cock to Nancy. "Take over and remember, don't bite."

"Ooooo! Warren hissed as Nancy's hot tongue licked the underside of his cock.

"Just how old are you two?"

Judy, licking his testicle, responded for both of them. "I'm twenty and Nancy's nineteen. She'll be twenty in two months though," she added reassuringly.

Just then, Nancy's lips closed over his cockhead, sealing it tightly and as she commenced to sucking and nipping it with her teeth he groaned.

"Ahhh, Nancy! You've done this before, haven't you?"

Removing his cock, she replied. "Yes, a couple times, but..."

"With who?" Blurted Judy.

"Kenny Biddle and Arnie Singleton, if you must know. But I was going to say I've never even seen one like this before."

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"The foreskin," she said sheepishly.

"Oh," said Warren.

"Oh," said Judy.

"Judy! You have? Whose?"

"Richie."

"Richie Zadanowitz?" Nancy cried. "You let that animal touch you?"

"Sounds more like he let her touch him," Warren offered teasingly.

"I don't believe it," Nancy said obviously losing track of what she was doing.

Warren began to wonder about these two girls. 'Not wrapped to tight, ' he thought. But his hand guided her back to his cock and she resumed blowing him.

"Ahhh, calimar!" He crowed.

"What's calimar?" Judy's muffled voice rang out.

"Just another way of saying that's a good blowjob Nancy's giving me."

"And me!" Judy cried. "Nancy, give it back!"

"Girls... ?"

"Mmmm?"

"Yes?"

"Why don't you both suck on it?"

"Can't do it," Judy said.

"Sure you can. One licks the shaft one sucks the head. After a while, you kiss and switch places. Make sense?"

"I guess," said Judy, speaking for both of them.

"You have kissed before, haven't you?"

"Only for practice, you know?"

"Practice?"

"You know, for when we're with a guy?"

"It's almost the same and you are good friends," he added.

"It won't make us lezzies or nothin' like that will it?" Asked Nancy.

"Only if the two of you want to become bi," he told them.

"Bi?" Asked Nancy.

"Lezzies, silly," Judy put in.

"No," Warren said. "Bi stands for bi-sexual, meaning someone who has sex with men and women."

"Like in an orgy?"

"Right Nancy, like an orgy."

"Never had an orgy," she said wistfully, and Warren knew she was a prime candidate for chompin on a pussy.

"We can have an orgy when Eppy joins us if you girls want to."

"Yeah! I want to orgy," Nancy cried out.

"It's okay with me," Judy said with equal enthusiasm.

"So let's get on with this blowjob eh? Whose turn is it now?"

Judy promptly began sucking him like a Hoover, before Nancy had even moved. Then Judy relaxed a moment and contented herself with stroking him, using only the tips of her fingers pushing back his seemingly tranquil foreskin to better explore the knobby gland underneath.

Warren lay still, hardly breathing, the girls, especially Judy were showing great improvement. The blanket over them was not heavy and the girls movements beneath it were blatantly clear to anyone caring to look. Nancy's head lay on his stomach as she watched his cock grow high and hard from Judy's sly sucking and stroking.

His cock was inches from her face. Nancy put her finger out and touched it. She felt his body shudder, but otherwise he did not move. Judy withdrew and the girls kissed. Warren smiled knowingly. They had heard him and followed his advice.

It was the third time they kissed that did it. The kiss lasted quite a while and they almost forgot about Warren. Before Nancy realized it, they were kissing deeply and embracing one another. Nancy's mind momentarily fought this unexpected event, but her body refused to obey her. 'It's great, but it's wrong, ' she told herself as she allowed her tongue to slip into Judy's eager mouth and when Judy's hand touched her breast she felt the heat grow inside her. As that kiss ended, Judy placed a delicate kiss on her mouth and allowed her tongue to graze across Nancy's bottom lip. In return, Nancy began nibbling on Judy's lips, over and over again. Neither girl wanted it to end. Just when Nancy was sure Judy was going to pull away, she felt the tip of her tongue gently flick her upper lip, then her lower lip. It was then that she let herself go and responded, her body moving into Judy's even more as she took her lower lip in her mouth and slowly pulled back and away, keeping Judy's lips pressed tightly between her own. Judy gasped at her boldness and tightened her grip on Nancy's body. Nancy only cared about that moment. Judy's kiss became more persistent, and Nancy wondered what Warren knew about them that made him insist they kiss while blowing him. Then she realized he hadn't insisted, merely suggested they kiss. She relaxed and enjoyed Judy's tongue moving in and out of her mouth, going deeper with each entrance and staying longer. Nancy felt full with her; as much as if they were making frantic, passionate love on a desert island or something. And weren't we? Right there in the warm afternoon spring sunlight, in front of a few thousand people? They continued sucking tongue for a while, and as they got hotter, Nancy's fingers searched out Judy's burning cunt.

"Let's not forget him," Judy husked, bearly able to speak in her aroused state.

"Mmmmm, Nancy agreed as she captured Warren's cock and sucked fiercely. Judy quickly unbuttoned Nancy's shorts and tugged them down. She wrenched Nancy's panties to the side and started fingering her. Both Warren and Nancy groaned in unison.

Judy withdrew her slick cream covered fingers from Nancy's cunt and brought them to her mouth, licking and sucking her friends juices from them. She found the taste exquisite and slurped erotically as she watched Nancy devouring Warren's thick cock.

"My turn," she cried, tapping Nancy's shoulder.

" 'kay," Nancy replied, relinquishing his prick to Judy, then twisted her body so that she faced Judy's twat. A moment later, Judy almost choked and her chest heaved, when with his cock searing deeply into her throat, she felt Nancy's tongue hesitantly lick her labia.

No one had ever licked her there! Oh, she'd dreamt about it, talked about, and thought about it often enough, but the sensation was more than she'd bargained for.

Nancy felt her shiver with delight and lust.

"Yes, Nancy," Judy moaned, "eat me,"

Nancy continued a slow lapping at her cunt.

"Ooooooh! Yes! Lick my pussy!"

Nancy spread the pussy lips wider and dove in, moving her tongue quickly and deeply into Judy. Then she brought her tongue up and brushed the emerging clit, causing sparks to fly through Judy's shaking body. Judy showed great control as she continued to suck hard on Warren's cock.

Nancy realized that at sometime in the near future Judy would be between her legs returning the favor and renewed her assault on the tender nub, sucking and licking it and reveling in Judy's fevered responses. She took a peek at Judy's face and saw her head tossing back and forth, but never losing his cock from its place between her lips.

Judy came hard. But Nancy continued her assault, even adding a finger to go along with her tongue.

"Oh God, its sooooo good," Judy moaned. What's happening to me?"

A huge amount of juice oozed out of Judy's cunt and Nancy happily lapped it up.

Warren reminded them, "Don't forget about me girls."

Nancy left Judy and closed down on Warren's surging cock once again.

"Suck it baby!' He groaned. "Suck it good!"

Meanwhile Judy was enjoying the last thralls of her climax and then decided to return Nancy's favor. However, just as her fingers were toying with the folds of Nancy's twat, she realized Warren was about to come and shifted her position so that she was able to share his load with Judy. Warren exploded into Judy's face and as she backed away in pleased surprise, Nancy gobbled his head into her mouth to capture the next two spurts.

With her mouth full of his sperm, Nancy pulled back and nudged Judy, who promptly took him back in her mouth and sucked until he told her to stop. The girls were shrieking with laughter under the blanket as they kissed each other and licked Warren's cock clean.

Eppy was finished with his set and was approaching them when the girls finished and came out from under the blanket. They were somewhat disheveled from their adventure, with rumpled clothing and tousled hair but managed to straighten each other out. Eppy waited patiently for them to finish before announcing his return.

"You play great, Eppy," Warren said with a big grin on his face.

"Yeah, thanks man. I just know you heard every note." Then he started laughing.

The girls looked at him, obviously puzzled.

"From the stage," Eppy said calmly, "I could see some unusual movements under that blanket. Now, girls, I have a great imagination and... do you want me to tell you what I think was going on?"

"Oh my God," Judy wailed.

"I'm so embarrassed," Nancy said, bemoaning her fate.

"Well, that's all right girls. I didn't mind. In fact you might could say you inspired my playing.

Nancy finally lifted her head up and saw his huge bulge hovering just above her.

"Oh!"

"Is that all you have to say for yourself girl?"

"Oh, my!"

"What's wrong with you girl?"

"It's... big!

Judy felt herself becoming highly aroused and chimed in, "Your thing... it's enormous."

"The Lord was kind to me," he said.

"Very generous, maybe too generous," Warren added laughing at this turn of events.

"Hmmmmm," Eppy said looking at both girls.

"I have an apartment nearby," Warren offered. "Perhaps we could all go there and continue the party. After all Eppy needs to relax after working so hard." He emphasized the word 'hard.'

"That's a good idea," Judy said. She was elated at the possibility of having Eppy's tool ramming into her. Nancy secretly shared that thought, while also thinking that Warren was probably ready for more action too. She became highly aroused when she realized that she and Judy could make it again too.

"What are we waiting for," Nancy said and scooped up her belongings and stood waiting for Warren and Judy to gather their things too.



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Chapter 7: Saturday's Fancy, Judy and Nancy - Part 2


They all piled into Warren's car, and took off. After about two minutes or so, Judy turned to Eppy what sat beside her in the backseat. "He lives close by. We should be there soon."

"You're right and you're wrong girl," he said in his deep voice. "See, Warren wants to take us for a ride first so you and I can get acquainted. Actually, he's taking us in a great big circle."

"Acquainted, huh?"

"Ummmmm, like this," and he lowered his head and kissed her gently on the mouth.

'I'm gonna like this guy, ' Judy told herself, giving herself to the kiss, opening her mouth and accepting his hot, fevered tongue. She felt him growing against her thigh and extended her hand out to touch him. Eppy's hands roamed all over her soft, sexy body as he kissed her with passionate fervor, feeling and squeezing the firm, mounds of her breasts through the skimpy top. Judy moaned her feverish excitement into his face through her flared nostrils.

Knowing full well that Judy wanted to get a taste of his black cock, he reached down and unbuttoned her shorts then resumed the kiss.

Judy reached between them and grasped the magnificent bulge of his beer can-thick cock through his linen slacks and tried to squeeze it as they groped each other and continued with their juicy hot kissing in the backseat.

Warren pulled into a side road that appeared to be rarely utilized by the park staff and parked under an elm tree.

"Come here," he said to Nancy who literally dove into his arms. Nancy knew what to do this time, pulling his zipper down as he scooted his ass up off the car seat. She deftly rolled his shorts down and fished his long, undeniably hard dick out. She smiled and thought that perhaps his wasn't as big as Eppy's, but he was about 8 inches and fairly thick too. She was quick to lower her mouth to him and licked his purplish head, getting him nice and slick before gobbling him up.

She could hear Judy and Eppy's wet, sloppy kisses and decided to make wet slurppy noises of her own. Nancy gripped his cock in her hand and began to stroke it, but Warren grabbed her by her hair and began pumping her head up and down and Nancy gave up the idea of half jerking, half sucking him off.

In the backseat, Eppy's hand was grazing along Judy's upper thigh, over what he believed to be unbelievably soft, bare flesh of her inner thigh and directly to the hot crotch of her thin, cotton panties. He thought that he'd never felt such a saturated piece of material in his entire life. It was absolutely sopping with a warm slick liquid. Judy groaned loudly as Eppy's middle finger probed against the flimsy material and felt the outline of her pussy's twin lips.

"Oh, baby," he moaned into her ear, "You've got the juiciest pussy ever."

"You're just... saying that so you can put that big old thang inside me."

"I'm gonna do that anyway, baby. But I mean it, you are the juiciest ever."

"Oooooh! Touch me! Kiss me!" She gasped.

"You gonna suck me, sweet?" Eppy asked already knowing the answer, but kissing her and deftly working his finger into her through her underwear. She began to thrash against his finger. In only seconds, Judy was coming.

In the front seat, Nancy rejoiced as Warren's cock grew to full size in her mouth and pressed against the side of cheeks as he thrust up and down, in and out and sideways, making it look like she was chewing tobacco.

When Nancy shook his cock out to gasp for air, he whispered, "Take off all your clothes. I want to see your body.

Adroitly she shucked her shorts past her crotch and kicked them off, giggling as she watched them land on the dash as she was peeling off her top. She'd already stuffed her bra in her purse.

"The panties are okay," he told her. "Maybe I'll eat them off you." Those words sent a shudder through her body and she suffered through an intense shiver as his fingers caressed the lips of her swollen labia.

"My God!" She exclaimed, "I almost came then!"

"You will come a few times before you head home tonight. I promise."

Taking him at his word, Nancy turned her hips so that she was at an angle where he could get to her pussy. Warren had to peel the wet panties away prior to enter her with two fingers and finger-fucked her while squeezing and mauling her breasts with his other hand.

"Say, Nancy aren't you forgetting something?"

"Wha?" A dazed and happy Nancy replied.

"You were blowing me, remember?" Somewhat bewildered, Nancy allowed his hand to force her mouth back upon his wet cock and as she resumed her cocksucking duties, she heard Judy ask Eppy, "Can I see it? It might be too big. You know I'm kinda small and all."

Nancy ran her hand up and down Warren's glistening shaft, well aware of the activity going on behind her. She was content that Warren was big enough for her.

"Sure I'll show you," Eppy said kindly, "and don't worry about being too small. I just know we'll get it in. Here," and he leaned back and unzipped his fly. Judy noticed his zipper was larger than most and pointed at it.

"Uh huh. I got to have a re-enforced fly, on account of busting out of the regular ones. Kind of embarrassing if you know what I mean."

"I'll bet," Judy giggled, but grew apprehensive.

"Hey Judy," Warren called over his shoulder, "Wait 'til you see it. It's a whopper."

Nancy sucked hard on his cock, then released him and said, "You guys, always bragging about your things." She too was waiting to get a look at Eppy's cock. Still, she was thrilled to have Warren for herself, although she was willing to share him with Judy. 'It might be nice to see what Eppy was like, ' she thought, 'after all, I shared Warren with her.'

"Eppy? You hear me bragging 'bout mine?"

"Nope. Was I alluding to the magnificence of my endowment?"

Warren laughed and said, "I don't know what the hell you just said, but if it means you were bragging on the size of your leg bat, I don't think so. More like you were stating a fact."

At this they were all laughing, and Judy exclaimed, "What the hell is that?"

Warren and Nancy were peering over the seat at the couple.

"This?" Eppy grinned. "This is my holster," and he pried his fly open to show them that his pants had been specially tailored with a sheath to keep his penis in place against his leg.

"Well, I never..." Nancy gasped.

Warren was still laughing. "It sure is impressing the ladies here. I think I'll have my pants done up the same way."

"Better get you a big gun first, my man," Eppy guffawed.

"Come on, come on," Judy pleaded, "Let's see it," ignoring the fact that the black musician was hoisting her top and exposing her breasts for anyone to see.

Nancy returned to kissing Warren's prick, but after several very pleasurable glides along his shaft he lifted her chin up, smiled and said, " Let's try something a little different."

"Sure," an affable Nancy said.

Warren leaned back in his seat and said, "Climb up on my lap and put it inside you. That way you can watch Eppy work his cock into your girlfriend while I nibble on these little titties of yours."

"Okay," she replied and nimbly clambered into position, grabbing his cock and inserting it and drawing in her breath as he drove it deep within her. Nancy was quick to develop a slow pace, rising and sinking down upon his rigid pole while he methodically chewed on her breasts. Her eyes never left Judy and Eppy who were actively getting it on in front of her.

Judy had her mouth open as wide as possible, trying to capture the monstrous member under her nose. She'd already spent some time kissing it and was now licking it in hopes of lubricating it enough to take in her mouth. Eppy's huge palm pressed down on the top of her head and she managed to engulf the tip of his huge purple head. Her jaw felt as if it was going to break, then suddenly it was in her mouth! She did nothing but practice breathing through her nostrils for a minute, then set to work with her tongue.

"Yes! Good girl!" Eppy said, encouraging her to continue.

Nancy stopped humping Warren and just stared at her friend and what she was accomplishing.

"Thas' good Judy! That's good, " Eppy crooned. "Lemme do you some now sweetness."

Judy promptly worked him from her tired jaw and lay back on the seat. Both girls stared at his unbelievably big cock.

'If I can't get him in my mouth, ' Judy wondered, 'how in the world can I accept him down there?'

She was distracted from that potential problem when Eppy knelt on the seat and placed her legs upon his shoulders spreading them further apart, then bent to taste her. The musky odor emanating from her cunt inflamed his senses, and he went at her like a starving man--lapping, licking, and sucking like there would be no tomorrow. The car was soon filled with the liquid, slurping sounds that are only produced by passionate oral sex.

Judy grunted twice and came.

Nancy, riding Warren's fiery cock and viewing the scene in the back seat found her orgasm arriving early and with a loud shriek came too. Realizing the possibilities, Warren gripped her hips and hoisted her in the air, providing him with room to maneuver, rolled her on her side and began fucking her furiously. Nancy was quick to respond, thrusting her hips to meet the cock that was the center of her universe, banging her ass into the steering wheel.

'I'm gonna be bruised tomorrow, ' she thought fleetingly as the pain mingled with the intense pleasure. For that matter, the entire car was rocking with their violent fucking as Warren drilled her relentlessly. Nancy found herself coming again and again, emitting a long series of "uh, uh, uh's," each time he pounded into her. Then he was pouring his molten seed into her and collapsed upon her.

In the rear of the car, Judy came again as Eppy's experienced tongue presented her with carnal delights she'd never dreamed of. And as Judy was enraptured by yet another climax, he slowed down his oral actions, limiting them to slow licks and tickles with his talented tongue. Then he was sitting up and placing his huge cock in its sheath even as Judy lay in a licentious delirium.

Nothing happened for several minutes. They all lay spent and satiated, except Eppy. Finally, the black man tapped Warren on the shoulder and said, "Let's get on over to your place man. I still got some serious fucking to do."

Fifteen minutes later, the group was standing in Warren's living room, Nancy nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Eppy made for the bar and poured a healthy amount of scotch into a large glass and gulped half of it down.

Warren stood in place, his eyes fleetingly darting from one to another.

Judy sighed and said, "Let's get it on, shall we?"

They all laughed and Judy removed her top and tossed it on the floor. Warren was startled to find that Judy actually had one large breast and one normal one. He moved closer and her lips parted slightly. She took his hand and they moved to the sofa and sat down. Eppy and Nancy stood next to one another watching.

Judy lowered her eyes and leaned her head against his chest, enjoying his breath in her hair. Warren took in the herbal scent of her shampoo, her body odor, a rich, dank pungency that he found highly erotic. He lingered there for a moment, then kissed the part in her hair.

Eppy put his arm around Nancy and steered her to an armchair and placed her on his lap.

Judy gripped Warren's ribs tightly. The white curtains stirred as the wind came up outside.

He rested his chin on her head and watched her nipples rise as the cool air rushed into the room. Dark clouds diminished the available lighting, creating a more romantic mood for the entire group.

Judy heard a distant clap of thunder as his teeth clamped on her stiffened nipple. It started to rain. Nancy hopped off Eppy's lap and ran to close the windows as Warren shaped Judy's breasts, molding his hands around one, then the other, as if trying to determine the difference through Braille. Then, brushing them lightly with his open hands, he let each nipple tickle a palm. Judy was amazed at his tenderness. She giggled and held her breast up and traced the puckered tips along the edge of his outspread fingers.

Nancy returned to Eppy's lap and when his hand, well, actually his thumb, investigated her aureole, making smaller and smaller circles until it came to rest on her hardened nipple, she moaned happily and dropped her hand onto his rising member.

"My God!" She exclaimed, "I saw it before, but..."

"It won't bite baby," he said soothingly. "Fact is... after you've had it in you, you'll feel empty for a day or so until that little puss of yours contracts back to its normal size again.

But you'll always remember old Eppy."

"Can I?"

"Go on, take it out and play with it. But we're gonna watch Warren and Judy go at it for a while, 'fore I do you."

"Okay, sure and she deftly opened his slacks and pulled his cock from its holster.

"Ummm, baby?"

"Yes Eppy?"

"Get rid of those clothes for now, huh?"

Getting to her feet, Nancy shucked off her shorts and panties and lifting her arms in the air removed her top. "Satisfied?"

His large hand cupped her mons. "Ummmmm, yeah, you're getting wet baby." And she hopped back into his lap, feeling him growing larger and larger beneath her crotch.

"Ummm, I feel kinda constrained. Mind if I move my dick around?"

"Of course not silly." Nancy tittered and stood up.

Eppy smiled and unleashed his monster, then motioned for Nancy to return. She straddled his lap so that his cock rose up between her legs. She was astounded on seeing it pass her belly button.

"Gawd it's big!"

"Don't worry it will fit in there."

"I don't know..."

"I know it will," he added reassuringly and fondled her perky tits as her seemingly tiny fingers traced circles on his cockhead.

Warren's hands were also busy; sliding down Judy's ribs, thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts, sliding in under them, traversing the hot fold. His callused hands moved down her narrow waist, palms brushing against her hips, fingertips at the brim of her pubic hair.

In a hoarse whisper, he said, "Are you ready?"

"Yes," she tersely replied.

He dragged her shorts and panties together down to her ankles and she kicked them off. Cursing her clumsiness, she struggled with his belt, loosened it and pulled the zipper down. He stepped out of his slacks and she tugged his shorts off.

Judy gripped the tails of his shirt and in one sudden opening of her arms unsnapped all the buttons.

"There goes forty bucks," he said with a grin. His erection was bobbing up and down.

"Tell you what I'm gonna do," he said as her hungry eyes devoured him.

"Think I'm gonna eat you up and fuck you silly. How's that sound?"

Judy lay back on the floor and putting her hands on her sex opened it as wide as she could.

"Sounds wonderful," she said lewdly, "When can you start?"

"As soon as you get that delightful ass up on the sofa."

With a suppleness that surprised even Judy, she sprang to her feet and leaped upon the couch and waited for him. She didn't wait long. He was on her, kissing her hard. Their teeth clicked with the impact; then he was sucking her tongue deep into his mouth, she found the pressure almost painful and drew her tongue back as he skimmed it with his teeth. Her eyes were sparkling with lust. Soon both were breathing heavily, but Judy began panting harder when his fingernails raked across the taunt skin of her inner thigh. She sucked in her breath and momentarily thought she'd never take another for somehow she'd forgotten how... when his callused finger traced along the rim of her vaginal folds. She cocked her left leg up to give him access, and discovered she could breath again. Judy was humping his finger with wild abandoness, thinking obscene thoughts about what would happen next.

Warren told himself that she'd be expecting him to eat her next, but experience had taught him that keeping a woman off balance during lovemaking was always better for all concerned. Holding that thought, he continued fingering her, but also moved to her right breast and stroked his tongue languidly across its top. Judy jerked in reaction to the double assault, and wrapped her hands around his neck, leaned back, thrusting her tits to him.

"Yes, suck on them! Oh, yeah! I've longed so much for you to suck on me. Suck them. Please, suck them!"

"Like this?"

"YES! Bite them hard!"

Warren took the center of her breast into his mouth and sucked on it, using his tongue to draw small circles around her nipple, dragging it across the pebbled texture of her aureole.

Moments later he heard her grunt in satisfaction as he chewed hard on her left nipple. And when he switched to the right he changed tactics, using the gentlest of nips with his teeth.

"Yesssssss, " she hissed through clenched teeth, "like that. Just... like... that."

He was fascinated by the different sizes of her breasts and tried not to favor one over the other. Judy's head was thrown back and she moaned contentedly as he lavished his attention on them until she reached out and squeezed his shoulder and cried, "Fuck meeeee! I can't take anymore!"

He kissed her again then reached out, rubbed his thumb over her cheekbone and said, "I'm going to eat you now."

Judy began to cry with joy. She thought that she'd never been happier in her life than at that moment. But couldn't understand why. Then it hit her. He was making love to her, not just fucking her. It was the first time she'd ever made love.

By now, Nancy was kneeling on the floor, working her tongue around Eppy's enormous cock. The mewling grunts of pleasure coming from her lips goaded his cock into a hardness not unlike that of a rock. Eppy could actually feel the blood rushing into the huge mushroom shaped head. It was wet now with a combination of his secretions of seminal fluids and Nancy's saliva. He noted that she was using a two-handed grip and slowly massaging him as she coped with how to get him inside her eager mouth. He decided to help her and wetting his fingers lubricated the mouth that was half-way around him.

Outside the rain abated and a rainbow was clearly visible over the roof of the house next door. None of the four noticed it.

"Breath through your nose, forget about using your mouth," Eppy told her and was pleased to see this helped her adapt to his XX sized cock. He began moving his hips in a slow pumping motion and with his right hand, Eppy grasped the back of Nancy's head and applied light pressure downward, all the while maintaining his humping motion against her gaping jaw. Nancy shifted slightly and moaned.

"It's okay girl, we're almost there," he said trying his best to make it easy on her, he pulled back from her lips and started stoking his giant, throbbing prick to heighten his sexual prowess. Nancy ran her tongue around her moistened lips and said, " I think I can do it. I just need to go slow. Okay?"

"Take all the time in the world Nancy, we're not going anywhere for a while."

Over the next few minutes Nancy found she'd managed to engulf most of the head and was savoring the pungent taste of his cock and pre-cum when Eppy decided to go down on her.

"Ohhh!" she cried out, startled as he picked her up and turned her upside down. Now her cunt was inches from his mouth, and she found herself looking at the ceiling, her hands stretched out over her head pressed on the carpeting to support her weight. Looking upward, she watched as he lowered his head and licked her.

Nancy's entire body jerked as his lips closed over her folds. She found herself shivering as he planted wet, tickling kisses at her opening. She wanted desperately to touch herself, to speed her release up, but couldn't move from her position. And when his hot, serpentine tongue lashed out and she felt its soft, flickering tip caress her engorged clitoris, she screamed as loud as she could.

Eppy was sucking, sucking the soft, warm lips of her labia deep into the scalding hollow of his mouth. Then he reversed himself and threatened to drive Nancy mad licking and sucking her pink clit. When she bellowed, "Christ, I can't take anymore!" He shifted gears again, laving his long tongue up and down the furrow of her cuntal opening.

When Eppy noted the fluids were gushing from her crevice, he lifted her body and twirled her around as if she were a baton.

"Let's fuck, shall we?" He asked, holding her in his arms.

"Any... anything you want..." She managed to gasp.

"Hey Warren, " he called out in his deep-throated voice, "okay if we use the bed?"

Judy moaned as Warren lifted his face from her frothy cunt. "Yeah, yeah, sure. Probably join you shortly."

Judy came out of her sexual stupor long enough to see Eppy's hardened prick as he carried Nancy into the next room. It stood out from his body and for a moment she thought it resembled a flagpole. 'Maybe he rents it out on July 4th, ' she thought fleetingly, as she teased at her swollen nipple then gasped, as the huge cock seemed to be throbbing straight at her. Then Warren returned to her sodden nest and she forgot about Eppy and Nancy for the present.

The ebony skinned man gently placed Nancy on the bed and stood in front of her. To her eyes, his member looked like a giant oak growing up through the black bushes of his thick pubic hair. Then he knelt between her legs and she felt it brush against her.

Instinctively she hooked her heels behind his knees and emitting a low, animal-like groan snaked her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to mash against hers.

Eppy's massive, mushroomed shaped head met resistance for a moment when it confronted Nancy's very wet, vertical smile, but then the elastic sheath gave way and his ebony shaft wedged its way roughly two inches inside her tight cuntal walls.

Nancy screamed and her face contorted with the pain of this invasion causing both Warren and Judy to come running into the room where they halted abruptly at the foot of the bed and gawked at Eppy's member stretching Nancy's vagina to its limits.

Judy's breasts pressed against Warren's arm as she leaned into him.

"Jesus," Warren whispered in awe and his hand idly found its way to Judy's cunt.

In a plaintive, but hoarse voice, Judy asked, "Nancy are you all right?" And bent her knees to allow Warren better access.

"Hurts..." Nancy gasped through clenched teeth. Her body was soaked with sweat as she strained to accept more of the Goliath sized cock.

"Eppy," Warren said, not sure what course of action to take, "easy does it guy."

"Ahhhhh!" Nancy screamed. "Too small! Too small!"

"Easy does it," Eppy cooed. "Easy now, it WILL fit, Nancy."

And he tried again.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" She cried, her whole body quavering as his monstrous tool battered at her entrance.

"Please stop! Oh, God! Oh, God!" she plead.

"Almost there baby. Hang on now, we're almost there," Eppy crooned to her. And suddenly his giant cock was moving with a certain amount of freedom. Both Warren and Judy watched in amazement as the elastic rimmed opening of her clasping pussy slowly stretched enough to accept the imperceptible force of his rampant cock.

Nancy's body was rigid with near terror. And then the worst was over, as he eased out a little and worked it back in, each time managing to purchase a deeper penetration and alleviating Nancy's concern that he was going to split her apart.

"I... think it's going to be okay," she confided to everyone.

"Thank God," Judy said holding tight to Warren who was slowly fingering her.

"I know it hurt like hell sweetness." Eppy said in the softest whisper. "Now I'll keep going, but I'll go slow until you feel like you're ready."

"Thank you" and she kissed him tenderly.

It was only a matter of time after that that her muscles relaxed and he plunged to her cervix. The tide shifted, now it was Nancy whose hips ground against Eppy as she made soft, mewling sounds of contentedness with the thought that his cock really did fill her to the brim. For his part, Eppy loved the feel of her squirming against him, trying to devour his raging hard on.

"Fuck me baby." Nancy groaned, "Oh, yeah, fuck me baby!"

He eased out until just the tip of his huge head lay inside her, then rammed forward with everything he had, sinking his cock in to the hilt. Eppy felt his balls slap sharply against her ass and reveled in the sensation.

Nancy's legs jerked out wide to each side of his lean but muscular body, then kicked wildly in the air as Eppy continued to slow fuck her. Her face was still contorted, but now it was a combination of pain and ecstasy. Her mouth opened and incoherent whimpers flowed forth.

Eppy raised himself up as if he were doing pushups and glanced down. Her cunt lips looked ready to burst. He'd seen this many times before, but still marveled at the resiliency of a woman's cunt. It was a marvelous thing and each time he fucked one he was reminded of a woman giving birth. He savored the sight of her impaled upon him, knowing Nancy would never forget him as long as she lived.

Meanwhile, Judy and Warren had joined the wildly fucking couple on the bed. Judy took a good look at Warren, thinking he was so handsome, with those tender dark brown eyes, the square jaw, the broken nose, and of course the immensely powerful body. She was still marveling over the strength in his arms and legs. Her body tingled as he squeezed her breasts together and flicked his tongue from one nipple to the other. The bed rocked violently as Eppy began to pound his massive cock faster into poor Nancy, but Judy ignored it because her guy had just drawn a tit into his mouth, and was teething her nipple, sending exquisite sensations through her body. Her pulse was racing, and she arched her back, and spread her legs as far apart as she could. She didn't know it but she was a perfect picture of obscenity.

Warren decided that since Eppy was certainly giving Nancy the fuck of her life, he would do the same with Judy. And so, taking his time and drawing every movement out to its fullest, he laved his tongue across her belly and through her navel; wrenching at her pubic hair and all the while Judy moaned in heat. By the time he started sucking on her toes, she was pleading with him to fuck her.

He ignored her and contented himself with licking the sole of her foot.

"Fuck MEEEE!" Implored Judy who sensed that Nancy was coming unbelievably hard right next to her.

And Nancy was just on the cusp of a magnificent climax when Eppy stopped.

"Uhh?" Was the best Nancy could manage, she was stunned. she'd been sooooo close!

The lean musician with the extraordinary cock turned her over onto her front and nuzzled her damp, messy hair, then kissed the nape of her neck.

"Nice Eppy. That's nice... I was gonna come." She lamented, rubbing her hands along his flank, trying to find his cock as he knelt behind her.

"You're gonna come girl. You're gonna come. I absolutely guarantee it." And he smacked her ass for emphasis.

"Ow!"

Eppy's hands moved under her chest and covered her pert breasts, then squeezed them with his strong hands. "They're small, baby, but I like 'em."

Then hardened under his touch.

"Fuck me, Eppy! Come on... put it back in. I feel so empty without you inside me."

"Have you ever seen a bigger prick than mine?" He asked with a smile that Nancy couldn't see.

"I've never even dreamed of one that big. I did see a cucumber once..."

"And?"

"I thought... you know... like if I used one of them to..."

"Fuck yourself with?"

"... Yeah. It would like... split me in half."

"But I haven't have I?"

"God, no! It's... surreal like."

He laughed and said, "So let's continued, shall we?"

"Mmmmmmm!"

Holding his erection in one hand, he pushed his huge prick back into her creamy channel and she gasped in wonder as her cunt accepted him easily this time.

"Can... you get it all in there?"

"We'll see."

"I want it all in."

Eppy grinned with satisfaction as he skewered her, impaling her on his massive member and roared with laughter when he glanced over at the couple next to him and saw Warren kissing the sole of Judy's foot.

"Finger-lickin' good, eh man?" He laughed. Warren smiled back at him. "I'm getting there," he grinned back at Eppy.

As for Nancy, she was in seventh heaven, as the thick veined prick rasped against her inflamed clitoris at one end and nudged her womb at the other.

'My God, ' she thought realizing the enormity of his cock for the first time. 'Oh, ' she said to herself, 'it sure hurt going in, all that stretching and stuff, but this, this was incredible. If he tried hard I bet he could reach my throat.'

For what Eppy and Warren didn't know was that Nancy had lied to them. She was only fifteen and Judy sixteen. And both were, or had been until today, lacking in sexual experience.

Eppy wriggled his hips and Nancy moaned. Her head sank between her arms and as he began to thrust slowly in and out, she closed her eyes and bite her lip until it bled. Her hips began to churn, slowly at first, round and round, causing the mammoth cock to singe the walls of her inflamed cunt.

She began to rock on all fours, jerking up and down on his relentlessly pound cock, pulling up until only the tip of his mushroom like head was inside her, then sinking heavily down upon it again. Eppy halted and let Nancy do the work.

Faster and faster she went, moaning and groaning as the frothy walls of her cunt surged back and forth against his hardness, desperately seeking release. Finally, Eppy began to respond, sliding his hips back and forth in a steady, demanding rhythm, forcing his giant cock deeper, moving faster and faster, his thighs and balls slapping loudly against her ass, his head arching in delight. She was good, this kid, very good, and he reveled in her tight as a drum slick pussy. His body now corded with sweat and strain, he gripped her hips pumping into like a piston as Nancy began to come.

"Naugh!"

"God, ohhhh God!"

"Come for me baby!" He urged, "Come on baby, multiples!" He was pumping furiously now, the bed shaking, the headboard banging against the wall. Warren and Judy held each other tight, fearing they'd be thrown from the bed.

Nancy moaned deliriously, her face forced deep into a pillow, her hands clenching the sheet which was now torn from it's mooring and only they're weight kept it from fluttering to the floor. His cock thrusting in, jerking out, thrusting in, jerking out, a virtual piledriver, slamming in and out, glistening, ebony black, throbbing and unbelievably hot into her cunt.

"Ohhhhh!"

"Still coming!"

Nancy matched him thrust for thrust.

"Yeah! Yeah! Jesus Christ! Ohhhhh, YEAH!"

"YES! Eppy! Gimme that black dong!"

Jesus, I'm still coming!"

He continued to savage her until he realized she'd stopped coming and was just lying there trying to catch her breath.

"Uh, uh," he said. "I ain't done yet."

"Huh?" Nancy replied dazed from her multiple orgasms.

"Suck it! Come on -- blow me. I haven't come yet!"

Her body still tingling, Nancy raised her head and pushed her body into a kneeling position and lovingly took his massive cock in her hands. She looked up at him and opened her mouth to absorb it. Her tongue swirled around the giant mushroomed head and using both hands she began to jerk him off.

"Good girl..." Eppy groaned.

Pleased that she was able to garner the compliment she opened her mouth and with her face distended with his voluminous cock, began to hungrily suck him.

Licking it, kissing it, sucking the cock-head. Deftly moving lower to finger his testicles before sucking on them too. Eppy's eyes were closed and he toyed with her breasts as she returned to licking his cock.

Perhaps five minutes passed as Nancy crooned over his glistening member, sucking, nipping and licking with her mouth and tongue. Squeezing and jerking it up and down with both hands, occasionally resting one and marveling at his size.

Suddenly, he commanded her to lie back down and draw her legs up to her chest. And he entered her once again, this time he went in with less difficulty.

Nancy was coming by the second thrust of his immense cock. With her knees hooked over his shoulders she shuddered through another series of climaxes as he pounded relentlessly into her seeking his own release this time.

Her body lurched and undulated under his, her cunt spasming and clamping tight on the cock that filled her as she exploded again and again.

Eppy flung his head back and growled like an animal as he poured his molten jism into her in a seemingly endless flood. Nancy's last thoughts before passing out in exhaustion were, 'More, more, more.'



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Chapter 8: Saturdays Fancy, Judy and Nancy -- Part 3


Through all of Eppy's furious fucking, Warren kept his cool, continuously tantalizing Judy- driving her delirious with expectations of a fantastic climax. She shivered delightedly as his tongue slid over her naked heels and raked the sole of her foot again. And Judy raised her head from the pillow she lay on and pulled her head up and smiled at him.

"All right," she said, her voice quavering on each syllable. "Have it your way," and gave herself up to the delectable delights he was providing her.

Slowly, very slowly, Warren moved higher, his tongue slithering up one naked leg, causing her body to go rigid. When his fingers teased the backs of her knees she cried out delightedly and realized she was having an orgasm.

"You're making me... come!"

"Am I?"

"Yes damn it! And... and we haven't even done... Uggghhh! Judy screamed.

"Ah! Warren! Warren! Don't stop! I'm coming! Please... Please don't stop!"

"I think you're going to come a few times this afternoon, Judy."

"Really?" Judy gasped.

And that's not only with me. Think about it. Think about Eppy's big cock splitting you in half after we finish."

He laid a series of wet kisses over the backs of her firm thighs and her entire body shook.

"OHHH!"

"What?"

"I think I'm coming again... "

"Good, pretty soon I'm gonna stick my dick in you and send you to the moon."

"OHHHHHH!"

He kissed the cheeks of her ass and she melted like butter under him, turning and thrusting her creamy cunt up to an open invitation that Warren would never see the likes of again. He gazed upon her, Judy's clit bulged out wantonly and Warren lowered his face to it. She hissed her pleasure then lost control of her body as his tongue flickered like fire along her labia and clit.

With a loud whimper, she jerked her hips up savagely into his face as his tongue penetrated her opening and left a trail of saliva along the soft membrane of her inner wall.

"Please?" she wailed tossing her head from side to side as yet another orgasm shook her.

"Fuck MEEE!" She shrilled, panting so hard she lost her breath. Her body fluids so copious they soaked the sheets beneath her.

Warren paused for a moment to admire her naked body, the slender legs spread wide, her head, flushed crimson, on the pillow; hands clenching the sweaty sheets as she lay waiting for him to take her.

He remained still, hovering over her watching as her chest heaved with excitement.

"You know," he said calmly, "one of your tits is bigger than the other."

"Yes," she replied meekly. "Does that mean you're not gonna do me?"

"Of course not. It only adds to your charm."

It was the right thing to say. Judy began to cry.

"I'm always embarrassed by them. You know? 'Cause guys think they're the same and then when they..."

"Shut up," he said kindly. "Touch yourself... for me."

Judy's hand lunged between her legs and using two fingers, spread her lips wide for him.

"Touch yourself." He reminded her.

The fingers delved into her cunt masturbating furiously. She was flowing with lubricational juices, and on the brink of coming again when he stopped her. Taking his cock in hand, he slowly entered her now jagged, gaping hole. Judy immediately met him thrust for thrust, rocking back and forth, her breasts jiggling, the larger one flapping higher than the smaller, and all the while her cunt was absorbing his cock and releasing it before savoring the feel of him filling her once again. Warren held her hips and stopped for a second then twisted to purchase a different angle and with the next full stroke, Judy came. He didn't stop again, but maintained a steady rhythm, lifting her up and easing down as his cock moved outward.

"Ohhhhhh! Yes!"

"Ohhh, God! "

"Yes! Yes!"

"Do it lover! Do it!"

"Mmmmmmm! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

"I can't... can't stop coming!"

Warren looked down at her face and found it contorted with lust.

"Oh, fuck me! FUCK MEEEEE!" She screamed as Eppy and Nancy sat up to watch her come.

Long experience told Warren that this was the right moment and he deftly slid his hand under her ass and manipulated a wet finger into her back hole. Judy screamed again and with her head whipping from side to side and chanting gibberish came hard, spasming uncontrollably as he emptied himself inside her, her frothy cunt continued to convulse around his cock.

"Good one," he murmured to her a few minutes later as they lay quietly in each other's arms.

"Whew, Warren," Judy said, "I don't know what to do next. All I know is that I have never felt this way before. I know that whatever comes next, I'm ready for it. Oh, God, Warren, I'm more than ready for it, I need it. I've never felt so horny before. I've never been aroused like I am now."

"Still smoking eh?"

Judy giggled. "I guess." And ran her hand across his chest, teasing his nipple. "Can I suck it?"

"My cock? No, not yet..."

"No, silly, your titties."

"Yeah... sure."

Lying across his torso, Judy flicked out her tongue and teased his nipple. When she moved to the other, her creeping hand found his cock and began to fondle it; and she smiled to herself when she felt it responding to her fingers.

"Not yet, baby," he said. "We need to rest. I need to rest."

Perhaps twenty minutes passed as the two couples lay entwined with each other before Warren smacked Judy on the butt and said, "Ready for some action?"

"Hell yes!" She yelped.

"Go down on Nancy. Her pussy must be sore and your tongue would be just the right medicine."

"Huh?"

"Go on, eat her."

Judy recalled how Nancy had gone down on her briefly earlier that afternoon, and how sweet her kisses had been.

"All right," she said dreamily. "Nancy? Want me to... you know?"

Still feeling the tingling sensations of her last climax Nancy quickly agreed. She too remembered the taste of her friend's pussy and had secretly hoped... although she told herself she'd die before ever asking her to do the same to her.

"If... you want to... sure." and rolled toward Judy, opening her thighs in invitation.

Judy knelt between Nancy's spread-eagled legs and touched Nancy's cunt, marveling at how wide her labia was stretched. Tenderly, she bent forward and moved Nancy's matted hair away from her ear before nibbling gently on the back of it. She felt the thrill traveling down Nancy's spine and used the tip of her tongue to trace around the edge of the ear. Nancy shivered with delight.

"Your good, Judy. Done this before?"

"Nope," she giggled. "But I imagined doing it... with you."

"YOU DID?"

"Ummmm." And drew a gasp from Nancy as she slipped her tongue inside the ear and squirmed it around.

Judy's faint whisper could only be heard by her intended listener, "Does that surprise you, you hot, horny bitch?"

"Yeah... I..."

"Ohhhhhhhh!"

"Liking it huh?"

"YESSS! Nancy hissed through clenched teeth as Judy's tongue returned, teasing, penetrating, retreating, teeth pulling on her ear. Nancy's fists tightly gripped the sheets as Judy continued her assault, licking and kissing up and down her neck.

Nancy's breath was ragged and she needed to moan, but couldn't.

Warren nudged Eppy, pointing to Nancy's wetness, gleaming in the low lighting of the bedroom. Eppy turned and smiled at him just as Judy, with a low, piercing groan, lowered her face between Nancy's widely spread legs.

Nancy's lower legs began to tremble as Judy's tongue found her pussy and began licking the flowing juices. Nancy's hot, copious flow made Judy even hotter and with another groan she sank her tongue deep into the tight pussy. And, in an instant, it was withdrawn and other parts were sucked, licked, teased and stroked. Nancy trembled and shook and gave a gasp of surprise as the penetration continued. Judy was playing with her, knowing that each renewed attack was taking her a little higher.

The cords in Nancy's neck were taut with strain as Judy's marvelous tongue wiggled and retreated, only to begin anew.

"God damn it! I need to come!"

"In good time honeybunch, in good time," Judy crooned and continued her licking and tonguing.

But Nancy was ready and the next time Judy sucked on her clit, she started to come and pushed her hips towards Judy holding her face in place upon her cunt as she screamed her release. Panting, struggling to breathe, Nancy continued bucking her hips toward Judy in rhythm with Judy's writhing tongue.

Eppy laughed on seeing Judy's face covered in sweat and Nancy's juices. "These girls putting on quite a show eh?"

"One of the best, Epsolen, one of the best." Warren said as he slowly stroked his hardon waiting his turn with Nancy.

The final stage of Nancy's orgasm seemed to shoot out at Judy instead of flowing out as it had before. Nancy's whole body shuddered, and finally collapsed back onto the bed as she released Judy's head from the vice grip of her thighs.

Nancy had a look of awe on her beautiful face as she sat up and kissed Judy and licked the come juice and sweat from her face. "Amazing," Nancy said, then looked over at the two guys next to her. "She... that was fantastic," she told them.

"You never been eaten out before?" Asked Eppy.

"No," she quietly responded giving a devoted look toward Judy.

Warren knew they would be more than friends from this point on and smiled.

"Now it's your turn." Nancy laughed and kissed Judy and then moved to position herself between Judy's legs.

"Got any beer, Warren?" Eppy asked, hopping off the bed.

"Check the fridge, should be some Buds in there. Bring me one too, willya?"

For her part, Judy was leaking copiously in anticipation of Nancy's tongue. Nancy brushed her dampened hair from her eyes and went down on her. Judy was so excited from doing Nancy that she came just as Nancy drew the lips of her labia fully into her mouth. Nancy sat back and let the orgasm pass, then she returned to her magic making, doing things inside Judy that she'd never even thought possible a day earlier. Judy came again and again and again before Nancy was satisfied she'd returned the favor. They lay beside each other drenched in sweat and each accepted the beers offered them by the two guys with rampant erections waiting patiently.

"Just think," said Judy, "This morning we set out to hear some good jazz..."

Eppy interrupted, "And now you find you've been getting jazzed all day, huh?"

They all laughed at that and Nancy snuggled up against Warren, while Judy leaned against Eppy's chest and held his enormous cock in her hand, looking at it in wonder.

Judy started the next round by playfully daring Eppy. "Put it in me, Eppy. Let's see if it will fit."

"With pleasure," he chuckled, and after rolling over onto his back he lifted her on top of him, straddling his lap. Judy shrieked pretending to be shocked by his action.

Nancy bowed her neck and took Warren in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his cockhead.

Judy bent her knees and found his giant pole resting comfortably touching her cunt. Eppy put his arm around her, pulled her close and kissed her hungrily. Breaking the kiss, Judy hefted her larger breast to his mouth and began to grind her hips slowly into his cock.

"That's it! Suck it... suck it Eppy!" She moaned. And when his teeth closed hard upon it, her head snapped up, mouth open in delight and she moaned loudly when he flicked the nut hard nipple with his tongue. She writhed almost out of control when he scraped it across his teeth and gums; across the roof of his mouth; all the while pinching, tweaking and kneading her fleshy mounds.

Judy was shocked to realize he had penetrated her. He'd gone in with ease and now the walls of her cunt clasped Eppy's cock like a glove. She could feel every particle of it inside her. He was also surprised at the relative ease with which he'd entered her and commenced a slow gradual pace of pumping in and out.

Just two feet away, Warren eased Nancy's face off his full-blooded erection. She gave him one last slurp and smiled at him.

"You're a pretty nice guy, you know? I hope you'll call me some time."

"Don't forget to leave me your number Nancy. I will call."

He was glad he'd said that, because by way of reply Nancy began scraping her fingernails along his testicles, causing him to groan and reach out to cup her closest breast. Eventually, he took the nipple in his mouth and chewed on it.

Nancy grunted in both pain and pleasure, then reaching around his neck, forced his head lower. Warren complied, kissing and sucking the tangled hairs on her cunt. He found it still damp from her earlier activities and could taste both hers and Eppy's fluids. Moving up her body as a brief diversion, he licked her belly button until she made a certain plaintive sound. Then uttering a deep sigh of his own, dove between her legs into her now gaping cunt, and like a dog, began lapping up the copiously flowing juices pouring from her. In seconds, Nancy was moaning and clutching wildly at the air surrounding them, unable to articulate the sensational feelings rocketing through her young, lithe body.

"Ughhhh, yeah, like that... a little faster... Ohhh, I... I'm... I'm... Ohhhhh!"

"Feeling good?"

"... Ahhhh... YESSSSS!"

"Wow!" She wiped the hair out of her eyes. She began to sit up, thought better of it and grabbing his cock inserted it in her cunt. Warren drove it in as far as it would go.

"Ohhhh yeah, that's a goooood boy! Right there! Ohhhhh, Christ here I go again. Jesus!"

"Ohhhh yeah! Ohhhh yeah! Ohhhh yeah!"

She sank her teeth into his shoulder, and husked out, "You're fuckin' wonderful!"

Then she bruised his lips with hard savage kisses and clawed his shoulder blades as her climax continued to roar through her.

"Ow!" He howled. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I sorry honey! I sorry!" She cried, tears filling her eyes. "Here, lemme make ya feel better. Don't take it out baby! Keep it goin'.

He pumped faster. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.

"Ooooooh, you feel s'good!"

"Don't do it again," he growled.

Nancy felt another orgasm approaching and increased her pace, lifting her buttocks, she began to move so fast Warren lost his rhythm and almost slipped out of her, but managed to salvage his penetration as she rose and fell like a piston in a racing engine.

She came, he didn't. She slowed her movements, then paused in her fucking to playfully tug on his nipples and suck his neck. The next day Warren would curse at the size of the hickey she left, but at the moment it felt great. Nancy's cunt was still tugging at his cock, which was apparently in no hurry to ejaculate.

'How'd she ever learn that shit, ' he wondered, 'she's just a kid.' and his puzzled expression turned to a faint smile as he concluded, 'well fuck all, she sure likes my cock.' She proved his point by lifting her legs up on his shoulders. "Get you in deeper this way," she panted.

Warren grunted and drove his huge cock deeper into her greedy cunt.

"Oh, yeah," she cried delightedly and arched her back and threw her pelvis up to meet his cock head on.

"SLAP-SLAM!"

"Jesus, baby that was good!" He told her, squeezing the cheeks of her ass and breathing hard.

Pausing for only a second to catch her breath, Nancy said, "You're the best teacher a girl could have."

"You wanna try it up the ass?"

"Sure! " She said willingly enough. "After Eppy's cock I think I can take anything anywhere."

He was already working a finger into her rectum.

"Hurt?"

"Naw, try another one." Truth be told, Nancy was so relaxed from her repeated climaxes she felt he could drive a truck up her ass without pain.

Wetting his fingers again, he tried inserting two and found little difficulty. He positioned himself at her rear entry and pushed the tip of his cock into her.

Nancy's sudden silence caused him to glance at her face. Nancy's eyes had rolled back in her head; all Warren could make out were the whites. Almost in a panic he began to withdraw and tend to her when she started gibbering.

"Ahhhh!"

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Are you all..."

"Ohh shit! Ahhhhh! Oh shit!"

And then, "YESSSSS!"

"Are you coming already? He asked, incredulously, as his cock slipped from her hole.

"YESSSSS!"

From me putting up your ass?"

"No! Before that!"

Put it in! Put it back!" She cried, burying her face in the pillow. Then she turned to face him, pleading, "Deep now, go deep, baby."

He began a series of long deep stokes, amazed at how easily she accepted him. 'What did Eppy do?' He wondered.

"Ummmm, yeah. Ohhhhhh! Christ, that feels good. You feel so fucking good. I think my eyes have rolled up in my head, I can't see."

"It's the pillow," he panted, driving his bone further into her tight channel.

"Oh? Oh, yeah, I can see now," she said lifting her head, twisting her neck and bestowing an obscene grin at him. "Are you all the way in?"

Not yet," he huffed.

"You're not gonna come right away are you?" Nancy whined.

"I don't think so. I've got an all day fucker going here, baby."

"Hallelujah! Nancy yelled. "Keep plugging me honey, it ain't often a girl can get laid this much in a day."

"You speaking from experience," he asked.

She laughed. "No! Hell, no! Most all of my experience has come today. With Eppy's cock and your dick and tongue."

Warren decided to go for it since he was growing tired and short of breath. Slowing his pace he counted to four, "One thousand and one, one thousand and..." before exerting himself enough to drive his rigid cock back into her hot pink, circular, inflamed hole.

"SLAM!'

Both Eppy and Judy looked on in awe.

Nancy and Warren were both covered with sweat.

"Ohhhh baby, baby" Nancy crooned even as she shoved her ass back to counter his thrusts.

"Ahhhh! You're in there!"

"Am I?"

"Yes! Sooooo deep, sooooo deep."

Eppy nudged Judy and she saw that Nancy was fingering herself now in a counteraction to Warren's thrusts. Judy squeezed Eppy's full-sized erection, at the same time noting how as Warren pulled out Nancy would push in. Then she bent her neck and tried to absorb Eppy's cock in her mouth.

Nancy sniffed, her nose was running but she hadn't noticed it yet. "Jesus, you feel good in there, don't ever take it out!"

Warren laughed and said, " We'd look kinda silly trying to walk down the street like this."

"Fuck! I don't wanna leave this bed. Please baby, fuck me a little faster now?"

Warren responded with a furious flurry of stokes that brought Nancy to the brink of yet another climax.

Close by, a thoroughly heated Judy cried out, ""I want to be fucked, I don't wanna watch them anymore!"

"Sit on my pole then," Eppy laughed as Judy clambered upon him and gripping his cock firmly inserted it into cunt.

"I'm coming!" Warren groaned.

"Me too! Me too!" Nancy yowled as she unmercilessly tormented her clit to hasten her orgasm.

Lifting his hips Eppy drove his cock deep into Judy's sodden hole.

"Ohhhh baby!" She cried out, " It feels as good as it sounds." And promptly began bucking like a crazy woman. Squeezing her vaginal muscles tightly, she forced a low, ecstatic groan from him. The sound excited her beyond reason, speeding her onward towards her own climax.

"Nancy?" Warren whispered.

"Yeah?"

Why don't you suck Eppy's ass and really give him a treat?"

"Ya think?"

"Sure, go on."

Nancy crept between Eppy's huge thighs and began to spread his buttocks.

"What?" He cried out in alarm.

"Relax Epp, Nancy's gonna give you some tongue."

"Gonna lick my ass?"

"Mmmmmm, hafta get my licks in big man. You don't mind do ya?" She said as Judy mindlessly pounded up and down on his gigantic pole. Her mouth hung open and didn't seem to be functioning. Her eyes were also open, but gazed sightlessly across the room. All she was aware of was the burst of ecstasy traveling along her spine as she discovered herself in a mix of raw lust. Eppy continued to thrust upwards into her, matching each of her downward stokes lifting her by the waist and bringing her down with a sharp smack.

Eppy knew he was bruising Judy's waist but felt he had no choice but to hold them tightly to control Judy's aggressive behavior. Even so, he used restraint except for the times he lost control as Nancy's tongue dipped into his asshole.

For her part, Judy who was rapidly nearing a gigantic orgasm, reached down, and rubbed her slimy clit with her finger pad, moving it round and round in time to the now frantic thrust of her hips as ripples of pleasure radiated from her tiny button. Eppy, stimulated by Judy's tight cuntal walls and Nancy's darting tongue came profusely, pumping his load into her as if from a bottomless well, his fingers digging painfully into the soft flesh of her waist as he held her firmly above him.

Moving her head from side to side, Judy brushed his face with her hair, absorbing the faint trembling of his body against her breasts as he slowly came to a halt.

Later on, Judy lay back, legs akimbo and smiling murmured, "I gotta tell you, I'm kinda sore down there, and... "

"You're sore?" yelped Nancy.

"Easy girls," Warren said. Eppy will do that to you. But by tomorrow you'll feel fine... and probably will be horny for more of it."

"Well," said Judy with a wry grin, " I didn't say I was sorry about what happened."

"Me neither," chimed Nancy, " It was special. Very special."

"You girls sound like you're getting ready to leave, is that right?" Eppy asked.

"We have a curfew."

"What! Said Eppy, how old are the two of you? I thought..."

"They lied, Eppy," Warren said. "They're both underage. But they understand how important it is that they keep quiet about what happened here. Right girls?"

"Oh sure," they replied together.

"And since you two are best friends you won't have to tell your best friend what happened."

"But we can talk to each other, right?" Judy said, a plaintive expression on her face.

"Sure, but remember the walls have ears, so be very careful where you have these conversations, and..."

"Yes Warren?" Nancy said, batting her doe-like eyes at him.

"In any case, you don't know who we are or where we can be found. So if someone does learn about this they can't track us down."

"Oh, yeah, sure," Nancy chirped as Judy vigorously nodded her assent. Then Warren stood on the bed and revealed his rampant hardon to them.

"Who wants to fuck?" He asked. And like baby birds, both girls mouths opened gleefully.

"If you folks don't mind, I got to leave," Eppy said with a big grin on his face. "I believe you're in good hands so please continue. I'll find my way out."

Nancy was first to reply, "Oh, Eppy... thank you, you were wonderful. I'll never forget you."

"Neither will I," Judy said as a tear traveled down her cheek.

"Another time, girls," he said slipping into his slacks. And as he pulled his shirt on, "you were delightful companions this afternoon and evening and I'm sure Warren will take care of you until you have to leave," then he kissed each girl and ambled from the room.

Both girls turned to look at Warren.

"What?" He said sheepishly.

"Are you going to take care of us?" Nancy asked with a pout.

"Well, he didn't mean..."

"Of course he did," Judy giggled softly and spread her legs far apart in a lewd a fashion as she could manage. Nancy followed her action, grasping her breasts with both hands and offering them to him.

"So that's the game, is it?" Warren grinned and let himself fall backward onto the bed. Then he reached out and pulled a shrieking Judy to him. Nancy quickly took his jerking cock into her mouth and tried to deep throat him, but failed. Warren began to lick and suck Judy's blossoming nipples, occasionally nipping one between his teeth. And while Nancy continued sucking his cock, he managed to work his way down Judy's body and sink his teeth into her thin patch of dark hair, causing her to shiver with anticipation. He caught one of her folds in his teeth and gently nibbled on it. And as she moaned in delight, he slipped his tongue in and out of her molten pussy.

As he nipped her clit with his teeth, and used three fingers to fuck her, Judy began to shudder with a violent orgasm.

Seconds after her spasms subsided, the girls switched places. Judy's full mouth devoured his cock and her tongue seemed to be everywhere. While Nancy's cunt hovered over his mouth waiting to be eaten to ecstasy.

He brought a squeal of delight from her by licking at her puckered asshole. Then he gulped in surprise as Judy straddled him and began rubbing the head of his cock against her pussy.

"Just like my dildo," she exclaimed as she rubbed it over her pussy's lips and clit. He groaned loudly when his hard cock forged its way into her and with one thrust slid in to the hilt. Nancy was forgotten for the moment, as Warren rolled over so that he was now on top of Judy and grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees and shoved them roughly back against her shoulders. His cock slipped out briefly, but he found it and placed it at her entrance one again. His magnificently rigid cock merely a fraction of an inch from her wet, matted, pubic hair covered slit. Planting his hands on either side of her shoulders, he nodded approval as her ankles locked tightly behind his neck. He could look down between their bodies and see her upturned buttocks completely exposed to his lusting gaze. The expanded narrow cunt-slit was visibly throbbing in invitation, her moistened furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs. He brought his mouth down to her lips and kissed her. Then he slowly thrust his hips forward and pushed his dick into her tight confines.

Nancy was at their side, reaching between them to fondle Judy's tits. As Warren felt himself readying to explode he pulled out of Judy and turning to Nancy said, "Eat her until she comes. Then I'll fuck you." With that he scrambled out of the bed and sat in the chair to watch the girls perform.

Judy was flailing her arms about, wildly seeking Warren's cock. Nancy cooed in her ear and she began to calm down. Nancy positioned Judy so that she faced the wall. Judy braced herself with her hands and waited patiently for Nancy's next move. It didn't take long. Nancy started caressing Judy's soft cheeks tenderly for a moment, then spread them apart and leaned in to lick her hot, fleshy folds. She used delicate touches for openers, inserting her tongue often enough to make Carrie squirm with delight.

Judy wriggled her ass enough to maneuver herself beneath Carrie, although now prone, her arms were still clutching the base of the headboard.

"Damn it, Judy, squat or something, I can't reach your pussy the way I want too!" Exclaimed Nancy. Judy responded immediately and Nancy wriggled under her and began eating her from the front, as Judy rocked in place using her hand to hold Nancy's face against her slippery cunt. Nancy slipped a finger into Judy's cunt and drew small letters with her tongue on Judy's swollen clit. The finger was the last straw. Judy came, squirting her juices into Nancy's waiting mouth and down her thighs. Warren looked on in wonder at the copious amount of fluid gushing forth.

Without warning, Nancy shoved her hand beneath Judy's crotch and began fingering her hole while kissing her face at the same time.

Judy exploded. Nancy dropped to her knees and buried her face in Judy's cunt as Judy groaned in pleasure.

"Mmmm, taste so good," Nancy moaned. "Warren, come... taste."

And he did, sucking and licking, savoring the exquisite nectar that flowed from Judy's cunt.

He reveled in the smell of her musk-like scent.

He continued kissing his way around her inner thighs, causing an exhausted Judy to arch her back once again in anticipation. He heard her hiss through her clenched teeth as his nose nuzzled her clit while his tongue delved deeply inside her funneled walls. He felt her shudder and clasped his mouth to her clit.

Judy screamed, jerked her hips upward once and collapsed on the bed, her head rolling side to side, causing her hair to whip against her sweaty brow. Slowly, she came down from her orgasmic daze and he kissed up her arm to her neck, soothing her back to reality. Nancy also got involved, kissing her swollen lips and brushing the hair from her face. Warren's hardon pressed into her thigh, as they lay strewn on the disheveled bed.

"Nancy?"

"Umm?"

"Got something for you."

"You are kidding, right?"

"Here it is," he said holding his hefty erection in his hand.

"My God, you're incredible. Let's get it on then."

"Doggy style okay with you?"

"Sure." And she scrambled into position for him while an inert Judy began to snore alongside them.

After a few minutes of Warren's pounding against Nancy's rear end, she rolled the both of them over and got on top.

"You like it on top?" He asked placing his cock back into her drenched pussy.

"Oh, yeah! It's my favorite position, cause you can get so far into me it feels like you're trying to push into my womb."

With that she began bobbing up and down on his cock. To help, Warren wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her down onto him. Nancy leaned over so the topside of his dick rubbed against her clit every time one of us moved.

"Close," she gasped and he increased his tempo, slamming his boner against her clit and far into her inner reaches. Her cunt contracted around him for a brief time and then Nancy came. Even when she'd gone limp and sagged against him, he kept going, pounding into her as she fondled his balls in gratitude. Seconds later, Nancy was shuddering through another orgasm, and was using her last ounces of energy to help Warren achieve his orgasm. But he surprised her by inserting a finger into her ass, causing her to come immediately. She collapsed on top of him and he wormed his way from under her and knelt in front of her face and began to jerk himself off to a climax.

"Where do you want it?" He asked.

"Mouth. My mouth... please."

He didn't have all that much left in him, but he managed to spurt into her mouth twice before being reduced to droplets oozing onto his fingers.

Nancy avidly swallowed his sperm, then took him in her mouth to cleanse him. Afterward they lay entwined and were both generous enough to bring Judy into their embrace.

At four in the morning, Judy woke with a start and screamed when she realized they had gone long past their curfew. Nancy was up like a flash and both girls stumbled through the rooms looking for various pieces of clothing. Warren tried to help but was only in the way. He drove them back to their car and kissed both good night. As they sped off into the night he began to laugh. It was funny to him, for experience told him that at worst the girls would be grounded for a week or so, then they would be pestering him with phone calls wanting to get together again.

'Well, ' he thought, 'in a week or two maybe I'll be up for them again. He began to whistle as he walked back to his car.


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Posted:  2001-03-22
Last Modified: 2002-11-14 / 12:00:00 am
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