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Heather was right. It was a good idea. There was a need definitely, though I hadn’t experienced it. Even though I was a little hesitant I was happy to participate in the project.

It started at the mall, where it always seems to start with Heather. It was the Saturday following my all-night reaming of Sandy the volleyball star. My dick was still sore, but in a happy way I suppose.
Heather saw me out on the concourse and approached me. My dick shifted when I saw her. After all no one gives a blowjob like Heather. It was about that very subject that she wanted to talk to me privately. Certainly not out in the crowds of the mall on a Saturday afternoon.

Heather and some of her friends had concluded that many girls don’t know how to give a good blowjob. Thus a lot of guys weren’t getting their due either. For whatever reason this college sophomore was going to make a film to remedy the problem. My part in the project was to donate the time in the film studio of my basement. Several months ago Heather and I pretended it was her Prom Night and made a short feature film on her getting fucked for prom.
Before Heather could get to the part where she was going to bring some goofy kid into my house and have sex with him under my roof, I stipulated that my conditions were that I be the one demonstrated upon. I don’t think it was what she had in mind originally, but she did agree.

So it was set for Sunday afternoon. A day off for my cock and balls before returning to action. I’m pretty sure my cock would’ve taken her right there in front of the shoe store at the mall, as my cock was dripping as she walked away swinging her sweet ass in those low-rise jeans and heeled boots. Oh yeah, I was gonna fuck Heather’s brains out Sunday and listen to her moan and beg me to go deeper.

The doorbell rang at 2:00 p.m. and there she was. Alone. I thought she said she was bringing a friend. Judy would’ve been welcome. I always enjoyed plugging that little strawberry twat of hers. Heather said there would two or three people, but as it turned out they wimped on her. That was all right. All we needed was the camera, film, and the two of us going at it.

“Just so you know Professor,” Heather said as she sat her bag down, “you won’t be fucking me. Just demonstrating good head, that’s all. You can get your pussy elsewhere.”
We’d see about who was going to fuck who, I thought to myself. She must have liked something about my cock before or she wouldn’t be here. She could always get a camcorder and make her little movie with some pencil-dick boy. No, she needed a cock worth blowing, that would show up on screen.

“Okay,” I said, “where do you want to start.well duh, down with the cameras of course, right?”

“Does one of them run on battery?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, I thought I’d start with filming a little on road head.” An excellent idea I thought. I trotted down and got a camera that was charged, threw a tape in and my cock was ready for the close-up!

We adjourned to the garage where I set a tripod up and Heather did a 2 minute opening narration. Good idea. Tough to talk with her mouth full, and I intended to keep it full for her.

“Girls,” she started, “You’re not doing yourselves any favors not knowing how much your man enjoys having his cock sucked properly. It’s called a blowjob but it’s really about sucking all his juices up where you can get at them. A woman who knows how to give a proper, a good, cock sucking can have any man she wants. You blow him good and he will pleasure your pussy like you cannot imagine. We’ve enlisted an experienced stunt cock today to help me demonstrate proper technique.
Remember that it’s not just about sucking. It’s about being clean, about looking good, about saying the right things to stimulate the man, and it’s about taking your time and pleasing the man. Find out what he likes and give it to him like he can’t get anywhere else.”
Well I was getting it other places, but when it comes to giving head.Heather is the best.
She had those low-rise jeans on again with the heeled boots. She had a tight sweater squeezing her 36c tits together and outward. My cock was already dripping.

“Remember ladies that you don’t have to ask to give him head. Men love to have their dicks licked, so just be discreet and help yourself to his manhood. Let’s start with demonstrating how to give him a hummer while he’s driving, shall we?”

We took the camera and tripod and positioned it just outside the driver side window of the van. I rolled the window down so we’d get a clear picture. Just pretending to drive, the focal point within the van so that people watching.presumably female students of the blowjob course.wouldn’t know we weren’t actually driving.

I figured since Heather was narrating, I could concentrate on my physical contribution. Her dialog is priceless anyway. Why spoil it?

She got into the van next to me, closed the door and nodded to me to reach out and start the camera. Lights! Camera! Action!

“I know you like me baby,” she cooed, reaching over and beginning to rub my crotch. My cock was fighting to get out and into her hands. “Ooh, yeah, you do like me.”
She slowly unzipped me, licking her lips. She slipped two red-tipped fingers into the door of my underwear and came out with a fistful of hungry cock.
“Oh Baby you’re so thick. So long,” and her tongue ran the length of my cock, leaving a trail of saliva.
“Keep driving Baby, I’ll take care of you,” she said, positioning her head on my lap, her lips clamped on cock, her fingers gently rubbing balls. “Mmmmm, so good. Mmmmm, so big.”
She licked and sucked for two minutes or more, and then said “there’s more where that came from when we pull over Baby,” and she zipped me back up. My cue to turn the camera for her narration.
“Your man likes a play by play and when you talk dirty, tell him how large and how good he is. Remember when giving road head to lay your head where it doesn’t interfere with the steering wheel! For obvious reasons. How was your roadhead Lover?”
“Good,” I said, surprised to have a line other than groaning when she licked my balls.

We adjourned to the basement then, got the lights and the camera set up. To be honest I let her do that because I had something to take care of upstairs before we could film the rest.

“Ladies,” she started when the cameras were rolling again, “you can have as much fun with your mouth and throat as you do with your cunt. Pleasure yourself privately with a man, without worrying about traffic. Get your cock donor alone and have your way with his meat.”

The camera filmed me from the waist down as she walked over, slid her hands in my pants and began the rape of my throbbing cock. “Never break eye contact girls. A man likes to see how much you enjoy his throbbing cock.hey this is really throbbing!”

Heather stripped her sweater off revealing her 36c tits in a floral bra. As she engulfed my cock in her moist mouth I massaged her breasts.
Soon she was starting to moan as I unsnapped her bra and rubbed her nipples.
“Imagine how great 69 is ladies,” she said. “but that’s another film.”

Her tongue, the tight grip her teeth and gums made around my cock, and the sensation of the tip hitting the back of her throat was tremendous. A wave of pleasure overtook me and I moaned myself.
“Mmmm.yeah.grow in my mouth Baby.mmm, that’s it.oooh your juices on my tongue.mmm” she moaned, rubbing her pussy with her left hand as her right hand tickled my balls.

“Feel good?” she asked me, running her tongue around my balls, her red-tipped fingers running up and down the shaft of my cock. “Pump all that sweet milk to the surface girls, taste your man’s sweet droplets of pre-cum. Remember that guys like it when you swallow their load, when you smear their cum all over yourself. Are you gonna cum for me Baby? I want to taste your cum.”

I laced my fingers behind her dark brunette head and pulled her face toward my cock.

“Yeah Baby, fuck my face” she cooed as I inserted cock into oral cavity and began slowly thrusting my hips to her chin.
The only sound was a sort of quiet swishing and Heather moaning “mmmmmm” continously for 5 minutes until I drained my balls into her throat.

“Oh yeah,” she managed to say between swallows. I fired a second load into her face and hair.

“And that ladies is how a good blowjob should always end.”

We turned the cameras off. I suggested that she could get cleaned up, take a shower before leaving. Seeing as how I had coated her with semen, she agreed.
While she showered and changed, I made some sandwiches and got a few beers from the fridge.

“Well that was nice of you Professor,” she said accepting a plate and a cold beer.

“I thought you’d like to see your film” I said.

“Sure, why not?” she smiled and said. “It’s Sunday, nowhere to be for a few minutes anyway.”

I cued up the tape on the VCR and started it. The opening monologue from the garage came on. We commented that the lighting had worked out pretty well for a dark garage.
We sat on the couch about 18 inches apart. She smelled good, her wet hair had some herbal essence and was still curly on the ends from the shower. Oh I wanted some of that pussy so bad!
I noticed that when we viewed the road head segment we both breathed a little harder, and my cock definitely got hard. I wondered if she noticed that?

The segment came on where she stripped her sweater and I was massaging her tits. I heard her sigh softly. When we came to the part where she talked about swallowing, I got so excited that I spilled my beer on my lap!
Heather reached over, whether out of instinct or lust and stroked the front of my pants, flicking the beer off. Then suddenly she was licking the beer off my fly of my pants.

“Your cock wants out.I think he wants my pussy” she said, unzipping me.

“You wanna fuck” I asked her.

“No, I don’t want to fuck,” she said, but she continued to stroke and lick around my underpants. “How can you possibly have more for me?”

“See for yourself” I said, unsnapping her jeans and pulling them down.

“Oh shit.fuck me! Fuck me now, fuck me hard” she cried, and in an instant she was impaling her cunt on my cock. She slid slowly down until her curly brown cunt hairs were mingled with my ball hairs. I swished my enlarged prick around the inside of her tight cunt. I felt droplet of her juices flowing down my rod. Heather’s mouth fell open in a silent scream. I unbuttoned her blouse and licked her breasts, burying my face between them. Heather panted heavily.
“Why didn’t you tell me that riding your cock would go so deep into me” she said, kissing me as I lifted her up the shaft.
“Oh Fuck! Slam the shit outta me.yes, yes, yes.mmmmm.oh it’s so tight in there.fuck me hard.please fuck me hard.mmmm, yes!”

I picked the two of us up off the couch and laid her on her shoulders on the floor, and began to pound downward, pile-driving my cock into her. She screamed, her hips grinding slowly in rhythm with my hips. Her pelvis thrusting back as I fucked her hard but slow.

In a few moments she had what I can only call convulsions as she orgasmed. “Oh leave it in me, leave it in me,” she cried as I drained yet another large load into her.

20 minutes and another.mutual.shower later, she was out the door. Walking bowlegged.
I said I was going to fuck her, and I meant it.

Monday night I watched the videotape of us watching her film, and then fucking each other silly in the livingroom. There’s a really good spot for a hidden camera in my livingroom.

I was very cocky when I was younger. This realization hit me as I sat on the couch at the party, nursing my beer and watching some of the younger guys strut their stuff in front of a particularly at least in the corporate America Abercrombie sense attractive blonde. I felt sorry for her. The male to female ratio must have been at least six to one against her, and it seemed like every ounce of teenage testosterone in the room seemed to gravitate towards her. I worked at a small non-profit in the state capital. The youngsters were part of the student (part time) staff. Myself and the guys playing cards, Euchre, probably, in the kitchen were the silverbacks from the full-time staff. Our ages ranged from 21 to 30, while the student staff ranged from 18 to 23. We got together every week on Friday night after work to relax and socialize. I don’t know where the blond came from, but it’s not really relevant to this story anyway.

So I was sitting on the couch, observing behavioral differences in human males over various age groups, when she walked in. I say she, because she was one of those one in a million girls who makes eye contact with you once and you know your life is never going to be the same again. I think back to every important relationship I’ve been in my young life, and can’t think of a single one that didn’t start this way. Odd, I would have thought that that kind of retrospection would happen at the end of a relationship not the beginning? Love at first sight? Who cares? Go talk to her. So I took my own good advice and did just that. I stepped over Jason, who was playing his acoustic guitar in the middle of the living room poorly, by the way, not that it matters.

“Hi, I’m Jack, welcome! Can I take your coat?” Eye contact the whole time. We both new neither of us gave a shit about the coat. It’s funny how nervous some guys get over small talk when the most important part of any conversation is everything that doesn’t get said.

“Ann Marie, nice to meet you.” She took off her dark blue coat and as she handed it to me, I took a split second to check her out. I know, it’s passe, but I figured I should get it out of my system. Anyway, she was about 5′5″ 5′6″, she came up just over my shoulders. She had straight black shoulder length hair with a few strands of purple. Her skin was pale, but not excessively. It was winter in Michigan, after all. She wore a purple sweater that revealed quite a lot, and her jeans were tight enough for me to do a complete rundown in about a second. She was built like a volleyball player; curvy but with an air of athleticism. I was guessing at a small C, large B, but it was tough to judge with the sweater. Long legs, small feet, and the most gorgeous brown eyes I’d ever seen. Her face was unique. Round in a way that accentuated her eyes and gave her a huge smile. Not magazine-cover beautiful, but absolutely captivating.

“I don’t think I’ve met you yet, are you new on the student staff?” I asked, returning my eyes to hers. The smirk forming on her thin red lips showed that I had definitely been caught checking her out. Not as smooth as you used to be, Jack.

“Yea, I started on Monday.”

“Well welcome to Staff Night, enjoy my home. Can I get you a beer?”

“That would be great, so this is your pad?” she still had the smirk.

“Such as it is. Let me put your coat away and I’ll be back with your drink. Make yourself at home.” I flashed her a smile as I headed into the house, weaving between the bodies.

I hated walking away from those eyes, but I was the host. So I set her coat in the spare bedroom with the others, and came back downstairs through the kitchen, grabbing a Labbat Blue from the fridge on the way back. Being 6′2″ has its advantages in a crowd, and I spotted her in the den, checking out my modest library. Some guys were having a Halo tournament in the corner with the TV, but it was much less crowded there than it was in the rest of the house. Alcohol and books don’t mix well, I’ve noticed. I walked to her slowly, studying her form like a sculptor would study his model. I opened her beer and handed it to her.

“So are this good of a host to all your guests?” she asked, the crooked grim back on her lips. I was instantly addicted to that smile.

“No, I’m not.” I said, returning her smile.

“This is a very interesting collection of reading material. Should I be worried?” As it happened, the shelf at eye level to her contained my political books, “The Communist Manifesto,” the “Anarchist’s Cookbook,” “Civil Disobedience,” and scores of American civic history texts. I thought briefly of focusing her attention to the Kama Sutra, then thought better of it.

“I don’t know, are you worried?” she took a slow sip from her beer.

“I’m not easily intimidated. At least not by books. Aren’t you worried about all these people running around drunk in your house?”

“Well, most of them are also high, so they’re mellow. My roommates are doing a pretty good job of keeping order. No, I guess I’m not worried. At least not by guests. Are you new in town?” I was anxious to keep the conversation on her. Her attitude and posture fascinated me.

“It shows, huh? Yea, I just moved here from Chicago. What about you?”

“Fresh in from Arizona. I’ve got family here, and I got a scholarship to State.” We made the mandatory small talk, getting to know each other. She had just started grad-school at the university after taking a year off to see Europe. I guessed that that put her at around my age, 23, but I was intimidated that she was so much more experienced and accomplished than myself. Intimidated and flattered that she seemed as interested in me as I was in her. I was just telling her about growing up in the desert, and how different it was in Michigan.

“You make it sound like heaven. I’d love to visit there sometime.”

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve met since I moved out here.” I had been thinking it for what seemed like hours, and I just blurted it out. She glanced at me with a curious look, one eyebrow slightly raised. I could feel the blood rushing to my face.

“Ooh, the conversation takes an interesting twist.” She took a step towards me and looked up at me with those big, pretty brown eyes. “You’re not so bad lookin’ yourself. So why is it you’re not in there drooling over the blonde with the other boys?” In the split second it took to decide whether to kiss her or respond, she turned and picked a book off a low shelf. She was toying with me, and I loved it.

“Boys are exactly what they are. And she isn’t someone I can picture making breakfast for in the morning.”

“Breakfast? Being a little presumptuous? Maybe all she wants is another beer.” I look down and realize that her beer, and mine, for that matter, have both been empty for a while now.

“I can take a hint. You don’t really seem like much of a beer girl, though.” I ventured and she smiled that smile again.

“No, I suppose I’m not, but I doubt you’ve got what I’m looking for, so I’ll take another beer, thanks.”

“I’ll be right back.” The chemistry between us was almost tangible. We were both doing our best to pretend we weren’t incredibly attracted to each other. On the other hand, I could be reading things all wrong. I had butterflies in my stomach like I hadn’t had since middle school. You’re too old to have a crush. I walked out of the room casually, then sprinted to the kitchen. In a high cupboard, I grabbed a bottle of Merlot. It wasn’t overly expensive, Napa Valley, but it was pretty good. I grabbed a corkscrew and a couple glasses, then carefully made my way back through the crowd to the den. She wasn’t there. I checked all the downstairs rooms, and then peeked outside to see if she was among the smokers. I suddenly felt like an idiot. An idiot carrying around a bottle of red wine and two glasses at a party with almost a hundred people and loud hip-hop blaring through the living room speakers.

“Hey Bill, have you seen Ann Marie?”

“Who?”

“Nevermind.” Looks like you misread the signs.

I headed upstairs to sulk, and noticed that the light to my room was on. If someone’s fucking on my bed, they’re in for a bad night. I walked in, and there she was, checking out a painting on my wall. She had taken off her sweater, and my breath caught as I saw the fine lines of her back through a black tank-top. Recover.

“There you are. You like it?” she turned and smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. Her body was much better than I had thought, now that I was seeing it without the bulky sweater. Or a bra. Her neck flowed gracefully to delicate collarbones. Her breasts, which were indeed a full B cup, were exquisitely shaped, sagging little without support, and I could see both nipples starting to pull against the black fabric. I looked back at her eyes, thinking I’d been caught again, but to my surprise, she was checking me out. I instinctively tightened my muscles. I’ve got a lean runner’s build, strong and toned, but still pretty skinny. I tried to make the most of the muscle I had.

“Nice. Oh you brought wine! You read my mind. Nice!” she was still being coy, but I smiled at the thought that the first “nice” had nothing to do with the wine.

“Life is too short to drink cheap wine.” Cliché, but I was hoping the carpe diem vibe wouldn’t be lost on her. I pulled off the foil and pulled the cork.

“So do you like it?” I said, referring to the painting as I poured.

“I do, is it yours?”

“Yea, it’s my backyard in Arizona. I was working from memory, so it’s not perfect, but I’m pretty proud of it.” I handed her her glass.

“Thank you. You’re very talented. I hope you don’t mind I was up here, the music and noise was starting to get to me.” She took a sip of her wine, staring at me over the top of her glass.

“No, it should be winding down in a couple hours. Did you want to listen to something else?” I asked as I walked towards my computer.

“What do you got?” she asked as she leaned next to me, staring at the computer screen. Her body fit mine perfectly, and I felt a swelling in my boxers.

“A little of everything. See anything you like?” I scrolled through the playlist, selecting something subdued with a good backbeat.

“Yea, I do.” I looked over and she was staring right at me, her lips pursed and still glossy from her last sip of wine. Her eyes were locked on my lips. I turned, took her head between my hands, and lowered my mouth to hers. Her lips were soft, and I drew her lower lip between mine, pulling her towards me as we faced each other. I shifted one hand behind her head, my fingers caressing the base of her neck, tangling in her hair, and moved my other hand down alongside her neck. I could feel her pulse under my thumb, beating almost as fast as mine. I touched her lower lip with my tongue, and felt hers searching for mine. I pulled her tight against me when our tongues found each other.

Her hands had been on my shoulders, but they slid down and untucked my shirt from my jeans as our kiss deepened. She reached up and started unbuttoning my shirt. I pulled up on her tank-top, exposing her breasts, pausing only long enough for her to lift her arms before pulling it over her head. When I got to her wrists, I twisted her top, pulling her arms together. She inhaled sharply, smiling through her open mouth. I kissed her mouth quickly, then traced my mouth down her neck, over her breasts, darting my tongue over each nipple quickly, then moving down her belly. My hands let go of her top and I slid my fingers down her arms, across her back, down to her round, firm ass. I squeezed, and standing upright, picked her up by her ass and held her to me, finding her mouth with mine again. She pulled my shirt past my elbows, and squeezed her thighs down on my hips, allowing me to let go long enough to remove it.

Wouldn’t this make a great ad for Levi Strauss?

“Oh my god, you’re gorgeous.” I was nearly speechless at the sight of her as she straddled my waist.

“So are you.” She was running her fingers over my chest, feeling my flat stomach, my arms. She looked back into my eyes and ran her hands through my hair, pulling my head towards hers for another kiss.

“I’ve wanted you since I first saw you.”

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” I asked.

She laughed. “Ask me again in the morning.”

I walked to the bed, setting her down, me kneeling on the floor in front of her. I reached up held her breasts, running my fingertips along the sensitive undersides, then brushing across her hard nipples. I looked down, and they were the most perfect breasts I’d ever seen. Perfectly symmetrical, with a slight upward turn to the nipples. I held her lower back with one hand, while the other ministered to the breast that wasn’t being ravaged by my mouth. I teased the nipple with my tongue, drawing it deep into my mouth. She ran her hands through my hair.

“Take me.” She breathed in my ear.

“Not yet, beautiful.” I pressed her shoulders back onto the bed and moved my head down her torso. I made a line from her breasts to her navel, dipping my tongue inside before tracing the waist of her jeans. I lifted them up, darting my tongue down the hollows in each side of her hips before unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper. She lifted her hips slightly, hands still in my hair, and I grabbed some denim by her knees and jerked them off her hips. Black velvet thong. Who wears a black velvet thong to an office party? I kissed down her hips, over her soft mound, and put my mouth over the area were her clit was hiding as I pulled her jeans to the floor.

“Oh yes, I need your tongue, your mouth.” She looked at my with an evil smirk that would make a succubus blush, then lifted her legs straight into the air. I pulled her thong up her legs, revealing the most beautiful pussy I’d ever seen. Clean shaven, no, waxed. With her legs like this I had a beautiful view. Her clit was engorged and poking from its hood. Her labia were flushed and already pulling back, giving a glimpse of a very moist opening. I looked at her legs, then at her face. She was leaning on her elbows, grinning wickedly. I smiled back.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.”

“You bet your tight ass we are, tiger.” I kissed the backs of her knees, which were at eye-level, then followed down the backs of her thighs. I spread her legs as I worked my way down, nibbling gently occasionally. I lowered her legs to my shoulders just as I lowered my mouth to her sex. I gave it a few little pecks, mentally thanking it for giving me the opportunity to please Ann Marie as well as I could, and also for the pleasure it would give me later. I shifted my head, then licked a wide swath with the top of my tongue from below her opening to above her clit, then I repeated that on each side. When I delved my long tongue deep into her tight, wet entrance she moaned. When I slid up, sucked her clit between my lips and started attacking it with the tip of my tongue, she screamed.

“God Jack! What are you doing to me?”

I reached a hand up to her breast, pressing it against her chest before caressing it with my fingertips and gently pinching her nipple. I pressed the fingers of my free hand against her sex, under my chin, just holding it there for a few minutes while I slowly licked her clit with darting strokes. Her hips started bucking in response, and I slid my long finger deep into her, feeling her squeeze down around it. I pressed my face into her, wriggling my tongue across her clit from side to side, and mimicked the action with my finger. My cock was pulsing against my jeans, aching for more room when she started repeating my name over and over again. I knew she was close, and I wanted to push her over the edge like a tidal wave. I twisted my wrist and pressed my finger upward, finding the base of her clit from inside her. Her juices were freely flowing down my wrist despite my best efforts to lick up every last drop. I sucked hard on her clit, bringing it, her hood, and her smaller lips inside my mouth, then started stroking her clit with my tongue. I alternated my tongue strokes with my finger strokes and her breathing became ragged and inconstant. She bucked a few times, then arched her back and tensed all her muscles. I looked up and saw that her whole body was flushed a deep red, she looked sunburned. Her face was frozen, her mouth open in a long inhale. Her lower body started to spasm, and she exhaled in a long, sharp sigh.

“Don’t stop, it feels so good, god, don’t stop.”

I did my best to keep my mouth planted on her shaking, beautiful pussy, and she came in waves. Every time I thought she was finishing, she started into another. I had to take both hands and hold her ass to keep my balance. I slowed my tongue, just kissing her, really, as she came down off the mountain. I felt her hands pulling my hair up towards her and quickly dropped my pants o the ground as I licked up as much of her juices as I could. I slid up the bed towards her and she rolled us over, straddling my stomach as she hungrily kissed my mouth. The feel of her dripping pussy against my belly and her breasts crushed against my chest nearly set me off. She leaned up, putting her hands against my chest and looking into my eyes.

“No ones ever done that before,” she said, panting. “No one’s ever done that to me before. Oh god.” She sat there for a moment, regaining her breath, then leaned down and kissed me. She turned her head slightly and whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck you so bad.”

She leaned back up and readjusted herself over my cock. She reached down to guide it, then gasped, seeing it for the first time. “Oh my god, it’s beautiful.”

She put the head of my cock between her lips, wetting it, then slid it up to her clit, stroking a few times before pressing her weight down on me. “Ouch”

“Are you okay?” I asked, not wanting to hurt her. I’m pretty well endowed but I thought she should be wet enough…

“Yea, I’ve just never…” she slid down a few inches, grunting. “Ughh had one this big…” She gasped and her eyes rolled slightly as she impaled herlself fully over my thick nine inches. “Oh god.”

Her still sensitive and aroused pussy reacted immediately and violently, sending her into another orgasm, and squeezing my cock in ways that made it hard to keep my eyes open.

“Can I keep you?” she gasped.

“For as long as you’ll have me.”

She started, slowly, thank god, rotating her hips, grinding herself against me, getting used to the feel. I reached up and fondled her breasts, learning what she liked, touching all of her body that I could. After what seemed like forever, she pulled herself up, almost completely off of me, then set herself back down. Her juices flowed between my legs, covering my balls and soaking the sheet under my ass. She started pumping a little faster, her eyes closed. She was in another world. I reached down to her hips and guided her, grinding her hips down to my upward thrusts as we increased our pace. We pounded against each other with a desperation that belied the fact that we were both trying to hold out for longer than we could. I flashed back to a few hours ago when we had been flirting in the den. She looked at down at me and leaned forward, kissing me softly. The feel of her tightness against the underside of my cock was unbearable and I felt my orgasm start. Without losing pace, I came in her. When she felt my hot seed burning deep in her womb, she bit my lip, coming once again. Then my body exploded an orgasm within an orgasm. I arched my back, lifting her off the bed and my world came apart. Wave after wave racked my body and the only left in the world was the two of us.
When I was spent, she stayed. Kissing me softly for what seemed like an eternity before I slipped out of her.

“Colorado omelet, black coffee, and toast,” she whispered sleepily.

“What?” I asked.

“Colorado omelet, coffee, and toast. For breakfast.”

There was a flash of light and then a crash of thunder. I tried not to whimper but I must have made a noise because Alan, my study partner, looked up from the book he was reading.

“Are you all right? he asked.

“Yeah, I muttered, a little embarrassed. I had a tiny fear of thunderstorms. Okay, it was a big fear. It wasn’t enough to send me screaming into the mental ward of the local hospital, but I didn’t like them, that was certain.

He looked as though he didn’t believe me, but went back to his book. We were in the tower room of the dorm we were both residents in. It was a converted mansion and housed those students who didn’t want to be disturbed with the stereotypical college partying. I had been there since my freshman year, Alan had only moved in this year.

The tower room was set aside specifically for isolated studying. You had to sign up and were only allowed two hours each session. Since there were only thirty residents in the dorm, there wasn’t a lot of jockeying for time. Another flash, another rumble and I twitched, trying not to show my fear. Alan shut his book with a sigh.

“It’s obvious something’s bothering you, he said, turning in his seat to look at me.

“I hate storms, I muttered again, I have since I was a child. Whenever one would come around, my family could find me under the bed or in the closet, clutching a stuffed animal.”

Alan looked at me thoughtfully and I lifted my eyes to look at him. He had intense green eyes and dark brown hair that he kept short, completely opposite of the long hair of his fellow male students. We had been friends since we were paired together in an acting exercise our freshman year. His skin was still tanned from the summer break. I looked down at his hands. The fingers were long and strong, the palms just the right size to cup a woman’s breast…

I looked away as my face began to flush. Alan reached out and patted my hand sympathetically.

He was oblivious to the fact that I was attracted to him, had been since that first day. He was the stuff wet dreams were made of. If he only knew how I masturbated to fantasies involving us locked in a sweaty embrace, fucking our brains out. I’d already gone through a vibrator per year since meeting him. Three vibrators, all because of one guy. I’m pretty sure that’s gotta be a record, but I wasn’t planning on calling Guinness.

Another bolt of lightning, a huge crash of thunder. I looked out the window as the rain came pelting down. The tower room allowed a three hundred-sixty degree view of the campus. I shuddered as I realized the storm was practically overhead.

“Have you ever tried to conquer the fear? Alan’s voice penetrated my thoughts and I looked at him.

I could listen to him speak for hours. I felt a familiar tingle between my legs. I have a thing for voices. I realized it when I heard James-Earl Jones say This is CNN on the television. I was at a friend’s house and after hearing it, I realized my panties were wet. I excused myself to the bathroom, thinking that either my period had started or I’d wet myself. I was surprised to find that it wasn’t either, but the fact that I was turned on by his voice. I got so horny I sat on the toilet and fingered myself to a quick orgasm.

“I tried hypnotherapy, I replied, But that proved useless. I was in regular therapy for a month for it when I was younger, but the doctor said that it was a normal fear and that I’d outgrow it eventually.”

Alan nodded and again looked thoughtful. I tried not to fidget in my seat, as the tingle between my legs became a soft throbbing. My vibrator was going to get a workout tonight.

I tried to return to my studies, ignoring the wind and rain outside. I looked down at my book and noticed that my nipples were very hard and very obvious against my T-shirt. I groaned inwardly. My breasts are fairly large, topping a D cup. Personally I’ve always found them too big, but they go with my body shape, so I can’t complain too much. I’ve never been skinny, but neither have I been fat. My grandfather says I have a body like Marilyn Monroe.

“Cassie? Alan’s voice made me look at him.

“Yes?”

“I have a suggestion, he looked a bit uncomfortable.

“Okay, my mind raced as to what he could possibly suggest as throbbing from my pussy increased to a steady thrumming.

“I took a psych class last year, he stood up and began to pace. God his body was tight and hot. He wore tight blue jeans that I wondered if he wore underwear or went au natural. The polo shirt he wore seemed to be a size too small for his broad chest and shoulders. He turned to look at me and I heard him say, I was remembering something the professor had said about replacing a negative with a positive.”

“Huh? I blinked and looked up at him in confusion.

“Something in your past has made you fear storms, he explained slowly, What you could do is do something that is so wonderful that it when the next storm comes along, you’ll remember the good experience rather than the fear of storms.”

Oh I could think of a few things that could make me forget this storm, my brain replied. My vagina convulsed in agreement. I could feel the moisture building up between my legs. I could swear I smelled my heat and desire. I stood up and walked to the window seat along the west window. I sat down, my denim miniskirt riding up high on my thighs. Alan came over and sat next to me. I looked at him and he leaned over, his lips touching mine.

My body tensed with desire as his tongue traced my lips. I opened my mouth and his tongue dove in, tangling with mine. I reached up and dove my fingers into his hair as his cupped my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my hard nipples. We both moaned and pulled apart. We sat for a moment, just looking at each other, and then we pulled off our shirts. I pulled off my sports bra at the same time.

“God you’re hot, he muttered as his hands reached for my breasts. His fingers rolled my nipples in unison and I moaned, writhing under his touch.

He leaned over and kissed me again and I tried to devour him with my mouth. My hands roamed his chest and back. He didn’t have a lot of chest hair, just a light trace on the chest leading down to the waistband of his jeans. I began to fumble with the buttons as his head dipped down to lick then suck on my left breast. I moaned again and my fingers went lax. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t move. All I could do was feel. His mouth moved to my other breast while his fingers played with where it had just been. I twitched and shuddered as I had a small orgasm.

Alan took hold of my shoulders and gently lowered me against the cushioned seat. As I tried to regain my senses, I felt his hands run along my waist and undo my skirt. I managed to lift my hips as he slid the skirt off. His face dipped to the juncture of my thighs and I felt him inhale and my pussy twitched. I wasn’t inexperienced when it came to sex, nor was I a complete slut, but I’d never had a guy just sit and sniff me. I looked at him and saw a look of bliss on his face. His eyes were closed as he ran his hawk-like nose along the edge of my bikini panties.

He opened his eyes and I parted my thighs. He smiled and looked up at me before looking back down. His mouth opened and cupped my mons directly over my clit. I jumped as his tongue snaked out and began to lick me through the material. My hands reached up and began to pinch and tweak my nipples as my hips twitched under his mouth. It was more than any fantasy I’d ever had.

His hands reached up and began to peel away the panties as he lifted his mouth. I moaned in frustration as he pulled the underwear down and off my legs. He sat up and watched as I wiggled, trying to relieve the tension. I couldn’t help myself. I reached between my legs and spread the lips of my pussy, showing him everything. His eyes were hooded as he watched me bring one hand back up to my mouth. I heard him groan as I slowly slid my finger into my mouth then out again, getting it good an wet. I brought that finger to my clit and flicked it back and forth.

My eyes locked to his as I pressed my clit over and over again, my other hand working one then two fingers into my hot wet hole. I was so turned on by him and the indecency of masturbating in front of him. I cried out as my climax came on quickly. I continued my ministrations as I came down. I looked at Alan and saw that he was rubbing himself slowly through the denim of his jeans. I removed my hands and sat up, offering my cream soaked fingers to him. He held my hand as his tongue licked off every little bit.

“Your turn, I said, my hands going to the button fly of his jeans. I could feel his heat against my fingers as I undid each button, slowly. As I spread open the material, I saw he wore no underwear and that made my pussy twitch again.

He stood and helped me tug the jeans down. His cock bobbed freely near my face and I reached up, cupping him gently. He wasn’t huge but he certainly wasn’t small. I figured him to be about seven inches. The mushroom tip was flushed nearly purple while the hot velvet shaft was a shade or two lighter. A pearly drop of pre-cum appeared on the tip. I ran my other hand up and down his thigh and found a sticky spot. I grinned and leaned over, licking the pre-cum from his penis then leaning over to lick what had already leaked out from his thigh. He moaned as I trailed my tongue and mouth up his thigh to his balls. I proceeded to lick and suck them all over.

His hands threaded into my hair as I avoided his cock. Finally I began to tongue the base and I felt him shudder. I licked up and down his cock, avoiding the head until I heard him moan my name.

I smiled then sucked him into my mouth. I’ve never figured out how to deep throat a guy, but I could get over half of him into my mouth. I began to suck and bob my head, swirling my tongue long the shaft as I could, while one hand massaged his balls and the other stroked the base of his cock.

“Oh God, yes, Alan muttered over and over again.

His fingers gripped my head and I felt his balls tighten up. He was going to cum and I was determined to get him there. I increased my strokes on his cock with my hand as I moved my mouth to just the head. I ran my tongue all over and around it, paying close attention to the underside of the glans.

“I I Oh God! CASSIE! my pussy twitched as he shouted my name. I felt the head of his cock swell and I ran my hand quickly over the pulsing shaft. I’m gonna cum, he groaned, his fingers convulsing on my head. The first salty sweet deposit of his semen landed on my tongue and I swallowed with a moan. His cock twitched at the vibrations in my mouth as more semen came out. I continued to swallow, moan and hum as he groaned loudly.

I gently milked him, licking and sucking the head and shaft as the last few drops seeped out. I kept at it until his cock relaxed to a half hard state. Alan flopped onto the seat and lay back. I crawled up and lay myself over him. He looked at me, his hand brushing the hair back from my face.

“Wow, he said softly before pulling my head down for a kiss. His tongue swept through my mouth, as though he wanted to taste himself. I moaned into his mouth and he answered with a moan of his own.

“Your turn, Alan said with a grin as he pulled away.

I blinked at him as he sat us up and then lay me back on the seat. He leaned over me and kissed me again. His mouth slowly worked from my mouth to my jaw and then down to my neck. I tilted my head back as his tongue trailed along the area between my neck and shoulder. I shuddered. He licked along my collarbone before heading to my breasts.

He licked in a spiral from the outer edges into the center, but avoided my sensitive tips. My body was twitching with need. My hands reached up to guide his head and his hands took my wrists and held them away.

“Alan, please I moaned. I was on fire.

He chuckled and moved his mouth down from my breasts to my soft belly. He tickled my belly button before going lower. He still held my wrists as he nudged his body between my thighs. I spread them wide, propping one foot up on the seat. I was open and vulnerable to his whims, yet I was so aroused I could feel the hot slick moisture running down my pussy to the crack of my butt. Alan grinned knowingly then dipped down, just to inhale again.

“God you smell sweet, his voice was low and breathy. My pussy twitched as his breath caressed across the hot lips and sensitive clit. His tongue dipped down and barely swiped across my outer lips. I gasped and moaned and he chuckled again, You taste like rich honey.”

“God, Alan, I was practically whimpering, Just do it.”

“Do what? he lifted his head to look at me. I whimpered this time and looked at him. There was a wicked glint in his eyes. What do you want me to do, Cassie?”

“What? I was lost in his voice again.

“Pay attention, he commanded lowly, his tongue flicking my clit, What do you want me to do?”

“Oh God, I was at a loss. He was doing something no guy had done before. He was going to make me beg for it. God help me, I was going to do it too.

“I want you to eat me, my voice was shaky with my desire, I want you to

“To what? he flicked his tongue on the inside of my thigh just where it met my pussy.

“Lick me, I begged softly, I want you to use your tongue and lick my pussy. I want you to suck on my clit, make me come. Oh God Alan, please let me come!”

“Very good, I barely registered the words as his mouth swooped down and began to lick in earnest. He licked all around the outer lips before diving down and licking up the crack and past my anus.

My hips twitched as his tongue ran over it lightly. He skirted my hot hole as he began to lick and slightly nibble on the inner lips of my vulva. I cried out when he licked my clit only once before putting his lips over my vagina. His tongue snaked in and out of my hole, brushing the sides, bottom and top. His nose was barely touching my clit and I tried to wiggle my hips to get it closer but he pulled back.

“Do you want to cum, Cassie?”

“GOD YES! I practically shouted my answer and he chuckled.

His mouth closed over my clit and his tongue flicked it as he sucked and I exploded. My fingers flexed and convulsed as his hands still gently held my wrists. My body arched as I pressed my hips to his face, his mouth working me over and over again.

“Ooohhhhhhh! I wailed and thrashed on the windowseat for what seemed like an eternity. I was panting, trying to catch my breath.

Alan released my wrists to still my hips as he slowly nuzzled my pussy. My body began to relax as his hands stroked my hips and thighs. His mouth slowly moved up my stomach to my breasts, where he kissed each nipple. Finally he lay on his side next to me and cuddled me to him. I cupped his cheek with my hand and kissed him deeply, enjoying the taste of me as my tongue licked at his lips.

My hand slipped down and cupped his cock. He was hard again. I stroked him slowly as we kissed and he moaned. I let go and sat up. He watched as I went to the table and pushed our books to one side, then leaned over the table. I looked back to find him walking toward me, his cock bobbing before him. He held up a foil packet in his fingers and I nodded. I watched him open the packet and then slowly roll the condom over his shaft.

I felt a hand spread my pussy lips and I moaned, then whimpered as I felt the latex covered head glide over and around my clit a few times.

“Fuck me, I was beyond caring if I begged or not. Stick that hard cock in my hot pussy and fuck me.”

Alan chuckled and I felt the tip slip around the entrance to my pussy and I moaned as he teased me. I reached back and spread myself wider and the head slipped in. I groaned in frustration as it slipped out again. He chuckled again and I knew it had been deliberate.

“Dammit Alan! I growled at him, Stop teasing me and fuck me!”

“As you wish, he said and his cock entered my pussy with a forceful thrust.

“Ooohh God! we both moaned in heat.

At this angle he’d filled me more than my last boyfriend ever did. I swear I felt every inch of him running along the inside of my vagina walls.

His balls slapped against my clit as he began to move in and out. His hips thrust up against my ass as his hand came down and slapped it. I moaned and thrust my hips back at him. My fingers reached down to play with my clit and his balls as he slapped my other asscheek.

“Do you like that? His voice was still hotter than hell to me, but I could tell his control was slipping a little bit because he grunted at the end of the question.

I made a noise as he spanked me some more. I couldn’t believe it, but the spanks were intensifying the pleasure. I made another noise and wiggled my butt as he pulled out, making him chuckle. I felt him help me up and then turned me around.

I grabbed his neck and kissed him fully, my tongue swirling in his mouth. His hands reached down and grabbed my ass and pulled up. I moaned into his mouth as he sat me on the edge of the table. His hand lifted my right leg and threw it up over his shoulder.

I grabbed his cock and felt the heat through the condom. I thought for sure the latex would melt as I pulled him closer and wrapped my other leg around his waist. He pressed forward and was in me again. The table wasn’t all that comfortable but what Alan was doing was more than enough to make up for the discomfort.

He set the rhythm again and his mouth trailed along my jaw to my neck. I jumped as he lightly bit on the back of my neck just behind my ear. No one had ever done that to me before. He did it again and my pussy spasmed around his cock. He chuckled and licked the spot causing me to moan.

I snaked one arm around his neck to keep my balance as the other reached between us and I fingered my clit as his mouth went down my chest and captured a nipple. He sucked me for a moment then went back to my neck.

Alan leaned forward, pushing me back and I lay on the table. I ran my fingers through his hair as he began to suck on my breasts again. His hand lifted the leg around his waist to his shoulder.

He was able to get deeper penetration this way and I could feel the head and top of his cock rub along the upper wall of my vagina. A girlfriend had once told me this was where my G-spot was. I hadn’t believed her at the time, because I couldn’t find it with my vibrator and none of my lovers ever had.

Until now.

“Oh God, ALAN! I cried out, my hand clutching his head convulsively as my body began to shake with tension and need. Over and over his cock rubbed along that spot and I could feel my legs turning to rubber as my orgasm built up. I-I’m c-cumming Oh God! Yes! YES!”

Alan grabbed my hips more firmly as my pussy clenched around his driving cock. I barely managed to open my eyes as wave after wave of pleasure racked my body. Alan’s jaw was tense and he picked up the pace. I shuddered and came again.

“Aaahhh! He cried out, slamming his hips to mine and holding them there for a moment before giving a series of quick rapid thrusts. I could tell he was cumming and I pulled his head to mine, my tongue licking at his lips before he kissed me.

He ground his hips into mine again, just rotating them in a tight circle. I could feel his pubic hair rubbing along my clit and I moaned. My body jerked with yet another orgasm as his tongue thrust into my mouth. I slipped mine along his, licking at the roof of his mouth. Finally we pulled back from each other, panting heavily. I gulped and he sighed.

“God Cassie, his voice was hoarse, I have wanted to do that since the day I met you in Drama.”

“You? I blinked at him in surprise, then laughed, God, if you’d only done something sooner, I could have saved some money.”

He looked at me, confused and I explained my vibrators. He laughed and leaned over me, kissing me again.

“Then consider your money safe, he grinned at me, However, my curiosity is peaked over the idea of you using a toy when you think of me.”

“Well, I drawled, coyly smiling at him, Maybe we can save that one for another rainy day.”

To be continued.

Time seemed to stand still for Kim and myself, she spent as many as three nights a week at my place, and once in a while we would turn my office into our own little love nest. I never regreted giving Kim a job at the books store. One evening after the store closed and Kim and I had finished our “inventory” , she leaned on her elbow and told me something that I didn’t bother to think about but should have. “We have a problem honey.” I looked over at Kim and asked what the problem might be. “I believe that your sister Terry knows about us.” Kim let me digest that information for a moment. I moved to the couch where Kim sat,and while I replied with measured tones I ran my fingers over Kim’s hard nipples. “It wouldn’t surprise me honey, my sister Terry isn’t blind.” Pushing my hand away from her breasts gently she sat up and asked, “What do you plan to do about it if anything?” I shrugged my shoulders and answered her question with a question. “What would you like me to do?” Kim said nothing for a moment. I had a secret that I knew would have to come out, and now was the time to tell her all. “I think it’s time we came out into the open.” Kim said softly. By now my fingers were stroking her cum covered pussy and I could see that Kim was once again enjoying the pleasures of arrousal. “Christ, you sure know how to get my motor going don’t you.” she sighed and kissed me. “So you really want our relationship out in the open Kim?” I asked. “God!Yes!” Kim moaned as she held my hand between her legs. “Now make me cum again love. Hurry!”

I was happy that Kim and I were going to be open about our relationship from now on, but the secret I had could break my relationship off and I didn’t want to loose Kim since I felt sure that Kim would now have objections about ever being seen with me once my secret was out in the open. “There is one small item that you should know Kim, before you really say yes to going out with me.” I said, my fingers were working her pussy hard. I started with the truth, it was the only way to go. “The reason my sister Terry suspects that something at all is that before my sister married, my sister and I used to fool around with each other,she was the first female I ever saw naked.” Kim looked me straight in the eye and said,”You’re kidding me, you fucked your sister?” I could see that this was going well. I continued my finger work. Kim was writhing with pleasure. “No Kim, I didn’t fuck her, we used to just get each other off that’s all.” Kim didn’t slap my hand away so I kept going. “Ok, out with it, tell me what you did.” Kim’s breathing became harsher her voice thicker, her body undulating more and more. Kim was turned on by my admission of having an affair with my sister! I took a deep breath and told her how one afternoon my sister accidently walked in to our bathroom not knowing that I was just getting out of the shower and how I left the bathroom door unlocked by accident. “It’s all true Kim, you can ask my sister if you want.” Kim groaned and said, “You still didn’t tell me what you two did. Oh dam, make me cum honey and tell me all, then put your cock inside me again, I’m heating up.” Kim’s body arched off the couch.

I now told Kim how I forgot to lock the bathroom door one afternoon while I was in the shower and when I opened the shower door there was my sister, her bathrobe already half open ready to hit the shower herself. “Oh, Shit!” We said as one. I know my face was red hot. Until that moment I had never seen a naked female up close, it was a dream come true, and my cock was rock hard just from seeing my sister’s near naked body. It was to late for me to cover up so I just stood there looking dumb and Terry was the first to speak. “Well, well, I see my little brother really isn’t so little anymore is he?” I still couldn’t find my voice. I did see a strange look in my sister’s eyes. “Do you know how to play with your cock there Sean?” Terry’s voice had become huskier sounding. “Care to do a little masterbation for me?” She went on. “Humm, I believe your better hung than my boyfriend.” She told me as she reached out to carress my cock. I squirmed like a worm stuck on a hook. Terry seemed happy just to stroke my cock. Terry chuckled and told me that she now wanted to see me to cum. Then I did something bold, I pulled my sister to me and I kissed her full on the lips, my hard cock pressed against her naked belly and I pushed her partly opened bathrobe from her shoulders much to my surprise Terry didn’t pull away. “Not bad little brother, now I’ll show you how to kiss.” With one motion, Terry slid her tongue into my mouth while she guided my hands to her breasts. With a sigh my sister said, “You’re an eager beaver aren’t you?” I found my voice. “Who wouldn’t be after seeing you naked sis.” Kim’s body shuddered as I drove my finger deeper into her pussy, Kim climaxed before I could finish my story. “Finish your story, you promised.” Kim sighed as she licked my juice covered finger. “Are you sure?” I responded. Kim just looked at me and said nothing, so I went on. I told Kim that my sister stepped away from her fallen bathrobe and we now stood in front of each other completly naked. Terry asked me to get on my knees and to put my mouth on her pussy which I did then Terry held my face between her legs and she moaned, “Oh my Sean! Lick my pussy harder! Make me cum!” My sister had to lean against the sink and she dug her fingers into my scalp while my tongue licking up her salty pussy juices till she climaxed after which she had me strech out on the floor where she started to suck my cock. “If you promise never to tell anyone, I want us to do this again Sean, often.” Terry told me in between mouths full of my cock. I gave her my word. Terry sucked my cock till I came in her mouth. I watched her take it all when she was finished she licked her lips happily. After that day when ever we could find time we would get together and have our special cum party. Terry loved to have me cum on her body or in her mouth, but I never did get the chance to penitrate her, she wouldn’t let me. My story was finished, Kim didn’t say a word but she bent over and took my cock into her mouth and started to suck on it slowly until I eventually came. Her only words were, “You like the way I suck your cock?” My only answer was a groan of pleasure.

The next night I returned home late only to find my sister Terry sitting in the kitchen. “Hi, what brings you around tonight sis?” I asked. Terry shrugged her shoulders and replied, “Kim asked me to come by after work for some drinks.” Terry was looking real good this night, she was wearing a tight tank-top and I wanted to reach over and fondel her breasts just the way I use to do. “Honey! Your home!” Kim entered the room with a big smile wearing one of my shirts with the buttons left undone and her firm legs exposed and the shirt did little to hide her perfect breasts, and no panties. “I was just telling your sister about us.” Kim went on after she gave me a long hard kiss. “I think that’s great you two.” Terry said with a half smile. I instinctively brushed my hand against her cheek I could feel Terry shudder and I saw Kim nodding her head giving me the ok to kiss my sister which I did full on the mouth and Terry’s response kisses were warm and eager. “Oh, Sean! It’s been so long.” she sighed as I moved my hands over her breasts. “What are you doing Sean? What about Kim? We shouldn’t be doing this again.” My sister said as her breathing quickened. “I can’t help myself around you sis, plus Kim wants to watch.” I told Terry as I lifted her shirt off. Terry didn’t resist, she thrust her breasts out and begged for me to play with them the way I used to before she married. “Pull on my nipples hard honey, you remember how.” She sighed. “You know what this means don’t you sis?” I asked as I lifted her bra from her chest. “Yes, I do Sean, yes I do.” Terry ground her ass against my crotch.

Kim was eager to participate, since it was my girl from the bookstore who made it all possible I had no objections at all. Kim reached out and undid my sister’s pants and pulled them from her writhing hips making sure that Terry’s panties went with them. I could see that my sister still kept her pubic hair trimed real close and I moved my hand lovingly over it making Terry groan. “Oh Sean! I’ve missed this so much.” Kim in the meantime moved behind me and undid my pants pulling them off me along with my underpants exposing my hard on for all to see. I noticed that Kim had a very big smile on her face as she watched me slide my finger into Terry’s pussy. “That’s it lover.” Kim said happily. “Let’s see you and your sister have some fun. Make her cum for me.” Then sitting in front of my sister and I she started to play with herself.

Terry groaned and shivered as my finger went to work on her pussy,Terry’s ass was practically glued to the chair as she gasped out, “Sean, I’m going to cum! Oh my God! Suck my pussy, hurry!” I quickly got on my knees and started licking Terry’s pussy, I could feel her fingers dig into my hair as my tongue flicked away at her clit and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer till she climaxed. Terry was wound up real tight. “Yes! Sean, I need you! Hurry!” Terry groaned as her body bucked and heaved in the chair, then to my surprise I saw Kim move behind Terry and start to play with my sister’s nipples. Terry was so lost in sexual ecstacy she didn’t mind my girlfriend’s manipulation of her breasts, she wanted Kim to pull on her nipples harder. “Oh, my, ahhh! Sean! I’m cumming!” Terry’s body rocked in the chair as she reached her orgasim just the way I remembered, holding my head to her pussy so I could taste all of her juices. Once I finished my last lick of her pussy I bent close to my sister’s ear and whispered. “You know it’s finally time don’t you sis?” Terry nodded her head and said softly, “Yes, I know honey, it’s time at last.”

Our moment of truth arrived, I moved my cock towards my sister’s waiting pussy, Terry looked on as I moved my cock over her soaking pussy but she had no plans on stopping me, she knew that we were going further than we ever dreamed of. Terry made only a small noise I as pushed my cock inside of her, “Ah!” She said as my cock was engulfed in her warm damp cunt. I loved the feel of her muscles as they grasped at my cock, and it felt even better as I ground my hips against her while she lifted her body towards mine. Terry gasped out heatedly, “Oh, Sean do it slow, you’re cock is filling me up inside. I like this a whole lot!” I could feel her fingers tickle my balls as she coaxed me towards my climax. “Time for good little brothers to cum.” My sister said quietly.

It is hard for me to describe the feeling I had when I started to pump my cock into my sister, but I know she liked it when she wrapped her legs around my hips and kept pulling me towards her, pushing my cock deep inside of her. “Now honey.” Terry gasped as she pulled me hard against her, “Cum for me now Sean.” I started to cum just as I saw Kim bend over Terry’s face and kiss her full on the lips. Terry had eagerly responded to the sexual stimulation from Kim and myself. I was now spent but Kim and Terry seemed to be hungry for more.

I guess I’m no diferent than a lot of other men, I have often dreamed of seeing two women “get it on.” and now it was actually happening right in front of me. I could see that Kim was firmly in control of the situation as she continued to manipulate Terry’s breasts while she now sat astride my sister’s lap getting my sister to suck on her breasts or exchanging long hard kisses. I watched as Kim and Terry moved to the floor and Kim and Terry were breast to breast grinding against one another on the floor and I sat near them wishing that my cock would get hard again and that I could be in between them and that they would take turns sucking my cock. I groaned as I watched Kim guide my sister’s face between her legs and I groaned even louder when I heard Kim let out a sigh of excitement as Terry’s tongue went to work on her clit. “Faster Terry, faster!” I heard Kim tell my sister. To my surprise Terry complied, I seemed recall that my sister was always the dominant one when we first did our thing, but now she willingly submited to instructions from my girlfriend. Terry had changed, from my point of view I liked the change. It was the first time I actually got to see my girlfriend climax. I loved the way her body tensed and arched, then shook with sexual explosions and then the satisfied smile on her face as her body relaxed, I knew that I loved her and that I loved my sister as well. Kim and Terry carressed each other after Kim’s climax their lips touched each others gently before Kim beckoned me over to join them which I did.

Kim, Terry and I traded kisses, and I won’t deny that their breasts pressing against me had me excited and I must have said out loud how I wish my cock was hard again. Terry looked over at Kim and with a hint of a smile said, “Kim, I’m fairly sure I remember how to get my brother hard again, what do you think? Should we?” Kim responded “Mmm, I love Sean when his cock gets hard.” And they both started to run their tongues up and down my limp shaft and I could feel something stirring inside, they were doing it! My cock was slowly returning to life. It was a dream come true for me, I was praying that I would not wake up and find that it was just that, one long wet dream.

Lou’s car pulled up to the pair of dim spaces at the side of a small white service station. At least, Chris thought it had been white at one time. Dust, exhaust fumes from the single repair bay, cigarette smoke, and god only knew what else had dulled and muddled the exterior paint since its 1940s completion. The lack of illumination didn’t help, either. One covered utility light hung out from the wall between two dingy and peeling doors. Its bulb had probably blown years ago, leaving the parking spaced bathed in a darkness only broken by the soft overspill of the lone street lamp around the building’s corner. The gloomy appearance wasn’t a surprise, when Chris thought about it. Lou seemed to prefer conducting his Thursday night escapades under the blind eye of darkness.

“I’ll be right back, son. Have to see the man about the key. Don’t do anything, don’t talk to anyone, until I get back. Understand me?”

Chris humored him with a nod, watching the older man toddle off in the side mirror. The real purpose for this stop was anyone’s guess, but it certainly wasn’t to use the one bathroom. Lou had taken care of that before leaving his house. He’d also taken a different road than usual, driven farther. Chris noticed, no matter how heavily-wooded and similar the route may have looked. The sudden, small hope that Lou had finally decided to stop for condoms crossed the boy’s mind. Better late than never, he supposed.

The portly man’s reflection ambled back into view. Rather, the movements of its outline did. If Chris hadn’t been so familiar with Lou’s shadow after eight weeks, he’d have been hard-pressed to make the figure out at all. Outside the car door, Lou came to a stop, with waggling jerkings of his thumb motioning for the boy to get out. Chris seemed to be the only one between them concerned with watching around them for any unwlecomed spectators. Lou knew the area too well to bother. The station sat far from the freeways and thoroughfares. Languished there. All of the business that kept it operating came from small-scale farmers filling tractors and equipment. Farmers all at home and predictably asleep at ten-thirty on a Thursday night. The only person anywhere within earshot was an attendant inside the tiny shop. A grizzled, wiry old man Lou had effectively silenced with a hundred-dollar bill, and the promise of more interesting entertainment than listening to Hank Williams on a worn-out cassette.

The power crackled on inside the unlocked restroom with Lou’s slap at the switch. Even the light looked dirty as Chris took in their close quarters. The small, dingy room didn’t reek, but certainly possessed its own unique odors. What did smell unpleasant was unexpectedly the lingering scent of straight chewing tobacco. Stains of brown marred the back panel of the sink, doubling as a spitoon for the regular patrons.

“Take ‘em off, son.”

The blunt request broke Chris’ concentration, refocusing his attention on the night’s employer. Lou leaned back to the wall opposite from the outside door, a hand already touching to his crotch.

“What. in here?”

“You’re welcome to strip in the parking lot.”

Chris started at the man for several seconds, but it quickly became obvious that Lou wasn’t joking. The man had intended from the start to sodomize his babysitter in this pit of a bathroom. And honestly? The prospect was getting Chris stiff. The thought, the danger of just anyone mistakenly walking in on them, was seductive. The chance that someone would walk in on purpose, however, was to be a different matter.

The boy had pulled his loose long-sleeved teeshirt halfway up his torso, when the door did in fact open. The old man who’d given Lou the restroom key stood in the doorway, looking over the startled and frozen blond with lecherous appreciation. An approving sharp whistle, aided by a mouth missing most of its teeth pierced the room’s quiet.

“I tell you, he got a body just like that skinny red-haired boy, worked here a summer back in ‘71. Whoo, always wanted to get that child back in here alone.”

“What the fuck is this?”

A light slap, meant only to get the boy’s attention, landed across Chris’ cheek. Lou’s fingers immediately touched for a gentle drag down the same spot once the startled brown eyes were focused on him. His other hand produced a folded but obvious hundred note from a pocket, and tapped it to the boy’s chin.

“Watch your mouth in front of your grandpa, son. He gets to touch, I get into you. Do as you’re told, son, and everybody leaves here much, much happier.”

“He a cocksucker?”

Chris’ eyes cut to the old man’s expression of genuine curiosity in his own disbelief. Lou, meanwhile, pursed his lips as he mulled the question over.

“I don’t know, pop. Haven’t had the pleasure of finding out yet. But then, all fags are, aren’t they?”

“You son of a bitch.”

A harder slap met with Chris’ cheek. Controlled. Certainly not all the strength Lou could have put behind it. Still enough to prickle and burn.

“I told you to watch that mouth. If you want something more loving than that plunger handle shoved up your ass, you damn well better start respecting your elders. Now, your daddy and grandpa want you naked, boy.”

Chris’ hands again reached - slowly - for the bottom of his shirt. All the while, his eyes followed the ambling movements of the old man. This “pop” of Lou’s crossed the short path behind Chris to retreive a plastic milk crate from the corner next to the sink, and use it for a chair. Lou, himself, seemed content to watch from his place standing by the wall. The shirt left Chris’ hairless torso at last, getting hung on the lone, small hook affixed to the door. Stepping out of his sneakers and onto the grimy floor on his bare feet wasn’t partcularly appealing, but Chris brought himself to do it. In spite of the summer night outside, the tiling was colder than he expected. The chilly shock raised goose flesh and perked his small nipples. He could hear the old man licking his lips.

Down to only his jeans and nothing underneath them, Chris fumbled with the buttonfly for the first time in his life. Something about the stranger in the room was more disconcerting than he’d intitially figured on. Lou noticed. He ordered the blond to turn, and give the old man the pleasure of undoing the buttons for his “grandson”. Hands that felt made half of crepe paper and half of toughened leather pulled the opened pants down to Chris’ ankles, then rose to manually inspect the freshly disrobed young skin. It felt more like being a colt under a judge’s eye at a livestock show, than being seduced. Especially so when the old man hefted Chris’ balls in his hand, as if noting their weight.

“The missus bore you quite a virile little boy, sonny.”

Chris’ eyes narrowed at the old man’s words. He really thought Chris was Lou’s son? It wasn’t beyond believing that Lou could have told him so, himself. The old man looked to be enjoying the lie greatly, either way. The creepy examination gradually turned to an earnest fondling, one Chris reluctantly felt himself hardening to.

“Mmm, very nice, child. Bet the girls’d love this, if you didn’t love your daddy’s so much. Like things in your mouth, boy? Like having something to suck on? ‘Course, you do. Your ol’ gramps has something for you. Get down there, and unwrap it.”

The layers of grime on the floor made Chris want to refuse. The fact of being naked between two clothed men, however, made it seem like there wasn’t much choice to be had. Chris sank to his bare knees, immediately feeling something oily stick to his skin. The old man leaned back and shifted his bony hips forward. His legs spread wide to display the crotch of worn grey mechanic’s pants. Chris popped the center button and pulled down the zipper’s tab, willing down the nausea in his throat over the thought of what he was about to do. His temporary grandfather took the initiative to help matters along by pulling a small penis with a sheath looking made of rumpled tissue paper through the front door of threadbare white briefs.

Inexperience reared its head in the form of a nervous shudder. Chris had stolen looks at pictures and film clips through his mother’s computer before, wasn’t wholly ignorant of what to do, but knowing and making himself do it were hardly the same thing. Finesse was virginally absent as his young mouth closed around the penis of a man easily four times his age. A weathered hand slipped behind the boy’s neck to keep him from rearing back. The old man sighed, relaxed his posture, and wriggled himself against Chris’ lips. Stiffening in the shaft was slow, but soon noticeable, giving the boy something to work on. Closing his eyes tightly, Chris gave an earnest suck on the withered organ. Pulled his mouth back. Leaned in for the slicked shaft to repenetrate his lips. The fingers behind his neck rubbed and petted at the skin. The hips in front of him bucked up sporadically to thrust the small dick towards his throat. Not at all how Chris had pictured his first blowjob, but it. it felt. it tasted. good. Natural. Obscene. Yet, that was possibly the best part.

He wanted more. Something akin to instinct drove him to get it. Chris’ tongue cradled the undershaft. Licking, caressing, all the while his lips were bobbing faster. The attendant was in ecstacy, mummbling about things Chris was glad not to have a coherant translation of.

Behind the distracted youth, Lou lowered down with a knee to either side of the boy’s knelt and clamped legs. The sounds of wet suckling and lusty groans confined in the minescule bathroom had the man unhooking his belt and opening his zipper quickly. The sight of watching the naked boy he’d groomed into his personal bitch servicing a stranger with abandon had Lou’s cock out in the open and receiving a slow beating.

Chris shivered at the first touches of thick hands on his back. The palms made hot by fastly pulsing blood rubbed from the bottom of the boy’s spine, up to hook over his shoulders, and back again. Three times, four, this caressing went on. It was soothing. Calming. Blinding to the moment when those hands stopped on Chris’ hips. One aiming touch of head to hole, and Lou ploughed into his babysitter with one thrust. Chris cried out around the old man’s shaft, but the attendant wouldn’t let him pull off to give a proper scream of pain. Barked orders to keep sucking snapped out from both men. Lou’s pounding sent rhythmic tremors through the boy’s body, jostling the attendant’s cock in Chris’ mouth in a way that had the old man howling in the close room.

Lou’s dry shaft pumped the tight anal sleeve ruthlessly, far too turned on by the fantasy brought to life to bother with any measure of care. The old man pistoned in the blond’s mouth almost as hard to watch as this perverted father took his own son like a cheap hooker. From the sounds of his moans and gasps, the little queer must be used to it. The oral and anal violations fast became too much for the boy, evidenced by the drops of sperm being tossed around the floor beneath him from the bouncing erection between his legs. Getting him so worked up and rattled first got the boy off without even needing to touch him, leaving his employer free to chase his own fulfilment singlemindedly. Lou would have to remember that.

The old man strongly slapped his hips up to Chris’ face a few times, then pulled out suddenly. Chris’ eyes opened at the unexpected move, only to close again instantly when a hot streak of sperm squirted out along the side of his nose. Lou’s pushing shoved the boy’s cheek up against the cockhead just as another milky burst sprayed out. A thumb shoved into Chris’ mouth, pulling his jaw down and holding his mouth open for the head leaking its orgasm to trace around the soft, full lips and rub on the boy’s tongue. The attendant sat back on his crate heavily, stroking himself back into a state of calm. Lou took the opportunity to pull out of Chris and push the boy’s back onto the vile flooring. Precious few seconds of struggling from both the blond and his employer, and Lou’s dick was once more vaulted up Chris’ ass. Chris contiuned fighting against being pinned to the disgusting textures beneath him. Every attempted shove only aroused the much heavier man into fucking the boy harder.

Chris let out a loud, frustrated grunt through clenched teeth. Lou responded by giving the side of the blond’s ass a hard slap, and lying down on the boy completely. His tongue lolled out, dragging over Chris’ face and pushing around the old man’s cum. It was useless to try turning away from the moist onslaught. Lou clamped his mouth on the boy’s, sticking his tongue through the lips that had just given their first blowjob. The portly man kept the kiss sealed, moaning deeply into Chris’ mouth as an orgasm saved up for days flooded up into the young body. Caught between the icy floor and Lou’s feverish bulk, Chris’ body spasmed violently at the abhorment of gettng filthy and the unwanted pleasure of being filled. Lou virtually collapsed atop of the small body. Slender legs draped limp over his stout thighs. The sound of a ragged voice’s delighted chuckles reached them from their added participant.

Eventually, Lou forced himself back up onto his knees, letting inertia and the limited elasticity of his flesh pull his cock out of Chris. Lou pulled up his pants and zipped with a satisfied grin to look the spent body over. The tiny white waterfall of semen dripping from the boy’s raw sphincter was a thing of twisted beauty. The man nudged his sitter less than gently, adding growls to get dressed that were slowly and exhaustedly obeyed. As Chris finally stood, the thin fall of sperm trickled down the inside of his leg, collecting in a tiny pool on the floor. The boy staggered more than walked to retreive his clothes from the hook, assisted in putting them back on by two extra pairs of hands eager to get in a final groping. Lou ordered the blond out to the car. He got no argument nor hesitation. Waiting until the car door closed soundly, his hushed voice turned to the attendant who’d shared his favorite toy.

“Have a marker on you, pop?”

The men parted with matching smiles once the instrument exchanged hands. The attendant left for the station’s storefront, his pace slow from a satisfaction it seemed he hadn’t felt in ages. Lou took the few steps back to face the wall opposite from the bathroom’s entrance. He scrawled out large letters declaring CHRIS MULCAHY IS A CUM CATCHING SLUT - AND HIS DADDY KNOWS BEST. Crude stick figures in a doggy position were added nearby, repleat with smaller text in a word bubble depicting the figure on all fours beg