talking dirty on phone

Chapter 1

Party Girls

I’ve decided to end Handsome rather abruptly.

I’ve done this because I was about to enter into my first serious relationship and felt a fresh start was needed to keep this meaningful turn my life separate from what had occurred before.

Twenty-one chapters into a story is not the time to count on the reader understanding the difference between this girl and the others preceding her. And so, I’ve made a slight break in the sequence of the story by making this Handsome, Part 2.

Her name was Hayley, and what we had was far more than puppy love. There’s no telling how long we would have remained together had the fates not intervened. But that’s the story and that’s why I’m making this a separate story.

We pick up essentially where the last chapter of Handsome ended, so let’s get on with it.


With school finished, certain parents went on vacation, leaving both their kids and homes available for the ultimate summer partying. Hayley Masters had parents who were independently wealthy, and traveled the world every summer. With Hayley having just turned eighteen, she convinced them to allow her to remain home when they flew off to Greece.

Further, they left her with a brand new spanking red Corvette.

She had just picked me up, and we were tooling along the highway doing 95 with nary a trooper in sight when she popped the question.

“When are we gonna fuck, Bree?”

“I thought you’d never ask, Hayley.”

“Bullshit, you’ve been busy humping that woman over on Elm Street. Everybody knows it.”

“Everybody knows shit,” I replied, following my rule never to discuss my women.

“C’mon, Bree, you’re the talk of the school. All the girls trade stories about you.”

With that she let one hand leave the wheel and lightly scratched my thigh. I laughed and brought her hand onto my rising boner.

“OH!” she barked, and momentarily lost control of the Corvette.

“Watch what the fuck you’re doing, Hayley!”

“Sorry … wanna go to may place?”

“Anyone home?”

“No, the maid comes by tomorrow to clean and stuff.”

“Okay then. By the way, I’m fresh out of rubbers, got any?”

“There must be a gross or two in my father’s room.”

“It’s nice to be prepared. Does he have any other niceties around?”

“Ton’s of shit.”

“You mean grass?”

“That and lots of other shit.”

Great, let’s get it on.”


Hayley was naked. Her dark skin glistened with sweat as she stretched out on the bed and pushed my head away from her crotch.

“Stop, please…” she laughed, weakly. I’d learned quickly enough that she loved oral; could come repeatedly, and was now sitting in a puddle of her own juices. I got up and found a towel to put under her ass, and then tied her wrists to the headboard, and dove down between her thighs again.

I stayed there for a long time, listening to her shrieks and repeated climaxes, marveling at the fact that we were alone in the vastness of her home. She had told me it was over 10,000 square feet, not counting the guest house on the other side of the pool.

I found her to be excessively clean. Perhaps she was the cleanest girl/woman I’d ever been with. Maybe she was neurotic about her over-washing, trimming, shaving and deodorizing, but it was no skin off my ass, so why object?

Whatever Hayley thinks about her cleanliness’, I personally found her a delicious morsel.

I took another little lick, off the tip of her labia, now swollen and sticking out like little pink muffins.

Hayley moaned, and then said pleadingly. “Let me go.”


She giggled. “I need to pee.”

That made me laugh along with her, but I didn’t relent.

“What will you give me if I let you go?”

“Oh, you know I’ll give you anything sweetie,” she purred.

I sat astride her, my boner and balls resting against her soft warm belly, and reached for her wrists, tied with a red silk sash knotted into a decorative bow. I pulled one loose.

“What if I told you I want to fuck your little ass?”

Her eyes flashed, I sensed little Hayley was aroused at my talking dirty to her.

“Fine … but I need to pee and clean up … you know, especially back there.”

I told her that I liked her when she was sweaty and hot.

Hayley bit her lip. I saw she was serious. “No, I need to, really.”

I reached up, and loosened the other sash. Her hands were free. I kissed her, slowly, sucking her tongue into my mouth, nibbling on her lips. She started wiggling around impatiently, and finally broke the kiss.

“Sorry sweetie, I really have to…”

I let her go, mumbling, “Yeah, yeah,” and watched her disappear into the bathroom for a while. I may have dozed off because the next thing I knew, Hayley was tugging at the wet towel under my ass.

“Gotta throw this in the laundry, sweetie,” she was saying, as she dragged it out from under me.

I said nothing, having a sense of relief at the feel of the cool dry silk sheets now sticking to my semi-wet ass.

“Hey,” she said in greeting on her return.

“Hey yourself,” I replied, smiling at her.

She ran her hands up and down her body, stroking her breasts, her belly, her thighs, and then turned and put her ass toward my face. It had been scrubbed nine ways from Sunday. Both inside and out, of that I was sure.

“Like it?” she asked.

“C’mere!” I growled, and dismissed any idea of having to restrain her, even lightly.

She giggled and caressed her rear; and then ever so delicately, Hayley slid her hands between her cheeks, leaned forward, and looking over her shoulder and straight into my eyes, pulled them apart to display the freshly washed cleft.

My finger trailed down the small of her back, across the sensitive pucker of her ass and in between her legs. Hayley groaned excitedly and crawled into bed next to me.

“It’s nice and clean for you, sweetie.”

“Thank you, baby, I appreciate a clean ass. I really do.”

But I didn’t jump right in, knowing there would be a greater reward if I brought Hayley along slowly. And so, I began making love to her by kissing her ear; sucking at her earlobe until she let out a quiet but satisfied moan. Only then did I release the lobe and move slowly across her face to her chin. We engaged in a torrid kiss; swapping saliva and dueling with our tongues. Until I decided to move on, and did, kissing my way down her lithe body, stopping to suckle at her fully taut, cherry nipples.

Hayley, already fully aroused, moaned loudly when I bit down on her left bud, sending an electrical shock from the nipple directly to her cunt.

I smiled inwardly as a dark flush of intense arousal began to cover the upper portion of her body. She was breathing heavily as I kissed my way slowly across her stomach. When I reached her glistening pussy, I gave one long lick up her slit, causing Hayley to gasp; then kissed her inner thighs, stopping only to wet a finger in her flowing juices, and then inserting it up her ass.

“Oh, my, oh, my!” she moaned, squeezing her left nipple with the fingers of her right hand.

I wiggled the finger in her ass, and she whimpered; her hips moved rhythmically to meet my thrusting digit. I leaned into her, and resumed my licking and sucking, and a moment later Hayley wasn’t capable of speech.

Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Her body was trembling, and every time I went back to her cunt, her body jerked, and a moan escaped her mouth. I pushed my face into her pussy, flicking my tongue hard against her clit, then drew it into my mouth and sucked.

Hayley found enough voice to scream out as an orgasm overtook her.

She kept screaming until I covered her mouth with my hand while telling her to shut up.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, her face contorted from an expression of pain and torment to one of intense pleasure. I resumed eating her and she began to flop under my mouth like a fish out of water; then with the next series of orgasms, she went limp, totally out of it.

I took the opportunity to closely examine her cunt. Her juices were bubbling up from her hole and I licked and sucked them away. I studied her clitoris and teased it, noting that although unconscious, her body reacted as I thought it would, jerking up to meet my lips and tongue.

I brought her to another climax and then satisfied myself with caressing her thighs and breasts until she revived on her own.

When she came back, there was a slight line of drool at the corner of her mouth. I gently wiped it away, wiping my hand on the silk sheets.

“How you feelin’? I inquired.

“Wonderful! Just … wonderful!”

We kissed and after playing another round of tongue tag, I said, “Time for some ass play. Are you ready for it?”

“Anything you want, lover man,” she sighed.

I contented myself with playing with her cunt until it started to pump juices again, and then stuck two fingers into her ass.

“Doesn’t hurt,” she said, “just a little uncomfortable.”

“I know,” I replied. “I opened you a little while you were coming in your dream state.”

“My dream … state?” Hayley said puzzled.

“Yeah, you um, passed out.”

“I passed out?”

“Um, yeah. You kept screaming and coming and … I guess you couldn’t process it all, and fainted, or something.”

With my free hand, I cupped her left breast, gently feeling its firm shape and soft skin. She moaned happily, and I leaned forward and took the nipple into my mouth, sucking it slightly, and teased it with my tongue. Hayley responded by closing her eyes and moaned softly. When her nipple was swollen to it full size I gave it a hard squeeze.

Breathlessly she husked, “Wow! I never did that before.”

I added a third finger to her ass, and her body stiffened, then jerked sharply at the sudden pain.


I quickly eased the pressure on her rosebud, pulling all three fingers out.

I held them up for her inspection. “Look, see … no fecal matter.”

“Oh!” she yelped, then composed herself and said, “Course not. I cleaned myself for you. But what you did then hurt.”

“I’ll go slower, Hayley. It won’t hurt,” I said trying to reassure her.

She stiffened again. “You’ve got such a big one…”

“Have you done it before?”

She hesitated before answering.

“C’mon, Hayley, you know I don’t kiss and tell.”

“My … my father … does it back there. He doesn’t want to take a chance on getting me preggers.”

“Well then, you should know that I won’t hurt you … not much anyway.”

“You … you’re a lot bigger than him,” she said, with a lot of doubt in her voice.

It won’t hurt,” I reassured her. “I’ll go very slowly, you’ll hardly feel any pain, I promise.”

“Okay, I trust you … and anyway…” her voice dropped off.

“What, baby?”

“I all ready told you, you could do anything to me.”

Holding my dick in one hand and tweaking her nipple with the other, I began rubbing it over her pussy and asshole. Hayley drew her knees up against her tits, and spread herself open for me.

I sent two fingers into her ass, and told her to reach back and spread her hole even wider for me.

Hayley did it without saying a word. I plucked the fingers out and checked her ass. The hole was open enough for me to give it a try. I grabbed the lubricant and applied a generous amount to her asshole and even more to my dick and put my member up to her backdoor.

“Get ready,” I warned, “I’ll go slowly now. It might hurt some, but once I get it in it won’t hurt anymore.”

“That’s what Daddy said too.”

“I’m not your Daddy, Hayley.”

“I know … at least you care about me.”

That caught me off guard. To hear her say she trusted me more than her old man … well, it shook me, and I vowed to be gentle with her.

I settled myself on my knees, positioned my dick, and went right in. I did feel a little resistance, but nothing to write home about; nor was there any apparent pain to Hayley, who was already wriggling her ass around beneath me like she was going crazy. She had this ecstatic look on her face, like she’d never had it this good with anyone else.”

“Oh, yes,” she huffed; your big old cock is working pretty well.”

“Any pain?”

“Nothing that I could complain about. You went in nice and easy. But not slowly.”

“I couldn’t help that, Hayley. You accepted me easily. I just went with it.”

“I forgive you. Your cock feels so good, and is filling me up.”

“I’m glad you like it,” I said humping her at a slow pace. I was about halfway in, and didn’t want to rush it.

And when I inched in a little more, I felt her tense, and stopped completely.

“Don’t … don’t stop! Oh, oh, oh … I just love the way we’re connected.”

“Want me deeper?”

“Oh, yes!”

I moved in incrementally.

“Nice! So nice! Bree?”


“Can you rub my clittie?”

I did, and heard her purr with contentment.

“Like it?”

“Um, I’m gonna have a big cum this way. You wait and see.”

“Want me to cum in your ass?”

“Oh, sure!”

I risked pressing further and while Hayley groaned, I didn’t get the impression it hurt so much as having wrought even more pleasure out of my penetration.

“OH!” she gasped suddenly. “Right there, Bree. Stay right there!”


“Yes, there!”

“How about here?” I asked moving my hand over her clit at a faster pace than earlier.

“Oh … lovely! When … when you … if I tilt up to meet your hand … just so.”

“Tell me!”

“It’s … you get the right angle and it’s … Perfect! I … I feel you pressing into me, and your weight and then your hand … and your cock … so hard, so deep…Christ! I have to bite something!”

I shoved a pillow at her face, and she bite into the corner and then screamed into it.

A moment later, she turned her face toward me and groaned brusquely, “Ride me! Oh, fuck me silly!”

I began to pound my dick into her.

“Can … can you pinch my nips?”

I reached around, round her right nipple and gave it a hard squeeze.

“Almost there!”

I started coming at that and as I continued with my ejaculation, I felt her shuddering as she joined me.

After we’d calmed down, I let my dick pop out of her ass, and was surprised to find some specks of fecal matter adhered to the tip.

I showed it to Hayley, and was surprised when she giggled and shook my flaccid member back and forth.

“I never can get it all,” she said and then joined me in a fit of laughter that only ended with her gasping, “Can … can we do it again?”

I kissed her softly on the lips and then eased my limp dick into her pussy. I stayed there until I began to get hard. She felt it too and used her cunt muscles to contract around me, and with her tongue licking my teeth, I began to fuck the hell out of her.

Of course that triggered another series of orgasms within her, and when they arrived I waited them out before renewing my fucking. I wondered if she’d be up and walking the next day, but really didn’t care. I felt myself readying, and tried to fuck right through her until I exploded with Hayley moaning and groaning under me.

(PS: for those of you who might object to my inserting a fecal specked dick into her. She used a wash cloth to clean me off before we proceeded. As I said earlier, Hayley had a cleaning fetish.)

Afterward, near exhaustion, Hayley whispered between kisses that she wanted me to come to a party she was having the next night.

“You’ll be having a problem walking tomorrow, never mind throwing a party,” I said.

She laughed. “No I won’t. I won’t have to do anything. The others will. They love coming to my house.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“The girls and I,” she said,” and named three girls in the junior class, “Sandra Nickerson, Janet Hillverton, and Billy Vessily.”

“We usually buy lingerie at Victoria Secret’s and model it after the guys we invite get drunk on my father’s booze.

“And who are the guy’s?”

“Pretty much the same ones; but now that I’ve met you; I’m not sure about the others. Got any suggestions?”

“No. But I recommend picking someone who can keep their mouths shut.”

“They can, and will. My Father’s going to back them.”

“What’s that mean?”

“For college. He’ll support then in the college of their choice. He’s got oodles of money, and donates lots to various universities. Of course, anyone he recommends gets in, and sometimes with generous scholarships.

“So you all screw your brains out at these parties?”

“No … that is, we haven’t yet. I’ve been waiting for the right guy … and that’s you, Bree. You’re my lover man, and I want you to screw the other girls too. Let them get a taste of what a really good cock tastes like.

“Why when Billy hears about you,” she said looking me in the eye, “I’ll bet she tries to knock me down trying to get her pussy in front of you before I can.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Uh-uh. She definitely has the hots for you. Always had, I know, she’s wanted you to do her since you were a freshman.”

Evidently, the “Modeling” parties started off innocently enough. Hayley, with oodles of money to spend, took her closest friends shopping every Wednesday. Shoes, dresses, casual attire and accessories, were the typical items purchased. The other girls, Sandra, Billy and Janet were thrilled to have Hayley as a friend, a rich friend, who treated them very well. But they eventually found it a little boring.

It was Billy who suggested spicing things up by buying sexy lingerie, and that went well for a month or so. They grew accustomed to taking their lingerie back to Hayley’s and modeling their purchases for one another while drinking expensive Champagne. The girls all realized that, except for Hayley, none of them could take the expensive lingerie home with them, fearing that their respective parents would not approve, and probably think they were up to far worse activity than merely modeling for each other.

Then one Wednesday, Janet produced a set of vibrators. The girls thrilled to what they thought were orgiastic displays when wearing the skimpiest of lingerie, ultimately taking turns masturbating in front of each other. From that point, it was only a matter of time until one of them, Janet again, who hinted to her boyfriend about the goings on each week at Hayley’s.

But Hayley and Billy were reluctant to bring boys over, knowing full well what might happen with them parading around almost naked in front of horny high school boys. A compromise was reached, and three boys were invited, all of whom were already indebted to Hayley’s father for one thing or another, and were not in a position to damage that relationship. The deal was that they would party with some booze and light drugs, and make out with one another, mostly pairing off, but sometimes doubling up, but no actual intercourse. The evening would end with the girls putting on a fashion show, at which they modeled their current lingerie.

After the second party using this arrangement, the girls realized that it was only matter of time until they wouldn’t be able to control the guys, or themselves, and that they would be screwing all over the place, with undesirable consequences for all involved.

The funny thing was that after discussing it, the girls realized that rumors were spreading about their weekly modeling shows. They agreed it was worth the risk; after all, as Hayley put it, “We have deniability, and my father will defend his reputation and ours to the death.”

The only remaining problem was that at least on other boy was needed to make it an even pairing all around.

Two weeks went by without having a party. One reason was that Hayley’s parents were home during that period. The second was that the girls were actively seeking the elusive fourth male to join in.

During this time frame, Hayley met me at a record store. I happen to like all kinds of music, and was picking up a copy of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony when I literally bumped into Hayley. She hinted that, given the opportunity, she’d love to go out with me. At the time I was screwing Gerry and her sister-in-law’s brains out on an almost daily basis. So I left it at a maybe, but not right now.

Declining her invitation made me a special challenge for Hayley. It seems no one had ever turned her down before, and so, every time I turned around, there she was, smiling and sticking her tits out ever so enticingly, for my benefit.

As I related in the previous chapter, I relented and went out with her. Of course, having grown a little bored with Gerry helped.

Now I was headed for Hayley’s. I knew I would be the first guy to arrive. Hayley had told me she wanted to show me off to the other girls, and that was fine with me. What I didn’t know was that in recent weeks the girls had been going to sex shops and buying dildos, blindfolds, handcuffs, games, and other toys to add to their collection.

Wanting to make a good first impression, I had badgered my mother into giving me enough money to buy some new clothes; well, at least a shirt, slacks and new loafers. So I was starchy new when I rang the doorbell to Hayley’s mansion.

It was Billy who opened the door. She wore a see-through body suit, and I couldn’t help but gawk at her like the kid that I was, even with all my sexual experience. She was simply stunning to behold.

“Hi, Aubrey, do come in. I’m Billy, in case you don’t recognize me.”

I recognized her all right. She was one of the more attractive girls at school, but I hadn’t reckoned on see all of her that quickly, and there was certainly something to see. Billy had copper colored hair, cut short (for the summer, I later learned). She also had a lovely set of tits that stood up without needing any support from a bra.

She took me by the hand and led me into the main room where the other girls waited. Sandra, a dyed blonde, wore a filmy black nightie and crotchless panties. She was holding a gigantic phallus in her right hand, and waved it in greeting as I entered the room. Sandra’s breasts were of uneven size, with her right being decidedly larger than the left. Hayley had warned me about this and told me not to make any comment about the discrepancy to her as she was extremely self-conscious about them. She did have an ass that I wanted to fuck from the moment I saw it.

Janet was sitting in the far corner of the well furnished room. She was a brunette, with the loveliest legs and ass around. Her bust was smaller than any of the others, but from what I could see, and I could see most of them, they were perky with modest sized areolas.

After I’d greeted the three girls, Hayley made her entrance. It was sensually spectacular. She wore a strawberry blonde wig that must have cost a fortune. She was attired in a power blue negligee, with a dark blue thong, or what I was later told was actually a G-string.

Hayley strode up to me and kissed me. I kissed her back, bending her body backward and placing my hand directly on her cunt, making the other girls gasp.

Then, laughing at how we had caught the others off guard, she had me sit between Sandra and Billy, with Janet joining us and sitting at my feet. Hayley sat across the room in the chair that Janet had been sitting in.

“Can you see how he’s hung?” Hayley called out across the room.

I recall yelling, “Hey!’ when Billy rubbed her hand over my dick and sighed appreciatively.

“Let me see!” Sandra yelped, and did the same, only instead of leaving my dick after a moment or two, she deftly unzipped my fly. But it was Janet who removed my cock from its confinement.

Then all three girls began exclaiming about its size, and proclaiming it wouldn’t fit in any of their twats.

I was laughing at their antics when Hayley called out to me, “Bree, I should tell you, we drew lots to see who would start off with you.”

“How, and who?” I asked, not really caring, and only fleetingly wondering when the other guys would be arriving. Four girls were too much for me, no matter what sized ego I might have had.

“Janet gets to blow you for two minutes. Then it’s Billy’s turn.”

“And then?” I asked with a shit-eating grin.

“Oh, if you’re not done then I go.”

“So I get to cum in Sandra’s mouth then?”

It was their turn to laugh.

“If you can last that long,” Hayley said with a smirk, Billy’s supposed to be very good at blowjobs.”

I said, “Well I might as well get undressed then.” And two sets of hands were suddenly stripping my newly purchased clothing off my body.

When I was down to my jockeys, Janet stuck her thumbs in the elastic and raised her head to be kissed. I kissed her hard and hot. She tugged them down my legs, but I didn’t step out of them. When I sat down on the edge of the couch with them around my feet, I knew the next few minutes were of prime importance in my maintaining some form of control over these four, soon to be wild women.

A knowing look spread over Janet’s face. Using her left hand on my thigh for balance, Janet knelt, gently lifted my feet, and removed my jockeys. I felt her shudder with what had to be excitement as she pushed my legs apart and knee-walked between them.

Three sets of eyes were riveted on us, as Janet spread her knees, not widely but enough to make her point, and without so much as a glance at the others, she hefted my dick and directed the head into her mouth.

I allowed my hand to cup the cheeks of her ass, even ran two fingers back and forth through its cleft to her cunt, which was damp, but not all that wet.

In what must have been an agreed upon act, Janet kept her hands clasped behind her back, and only occasionally handled my dick with her hand. She sucked my dick like a hungry baby at its mother’s nipple. And she knew what I wanted when I put my hand on the back of her head, taking me as deep as she could. When she looked up at me I saw that her eyes were watery, probably from struggling to overcome the gag reflex that so many girls found daunting.

I was playing with her smallish tits; had her moaning and drooling from the corner of her mouth, when someone yelled, “Time! Who’s next?”

Billy took Janet’s place on the floor between my legs. I had a great view of her tits from my vantage point and began fondling them before she was fully settled in.

She laughed, and exclaimed, “This is gonna be fun!”

The she shook her mane of copper-colored hair out of her eyes and spit a glob of saliva directly on the crown of my cock, rubbed it in with the palm of her hand, and using two fingers guided my shaft into her mouth, only then did she, like Janet, clasped her hands behind her back.

I heard her gulp and knew she was having some difficulty with my size. She let me slide back out, and holding me once again with the two-fingered grip, took a deep breath, reinserted me and pushed. I was surprised and pleased to see that Billy had aligned her throat with my length and swallowed almost my entire prick. I felt her throat muscles gripping me and almost came, managing not to by sheer force of will.

Gradually, Billy let me ease out of her throat, then holding me in those two fingers again; she looked me in the eye and gave me a lewd smile.

“God, you’re talented,” I said, drawing murmurs of approval from the other girls.

Her tongue swirled around my cockhead, filling me with delightful sensations.

It was evident Billy loved giving head, and I told her so.

“You think?” she gasped with my dick pushing into the side of her left cheek.

“Having had some experience in this area, I’d say you rate a ten on a scale of 1-10.”

Two of the other girls present applauded my comment. Janet was not all that happy with my complimenting Billy, since I hadn’t praised her as well.

Billy’s time elapsed as I was nearing my climax, and the brief respite between her and Sandra, gave me a moment to compose myself, making Sandra’s job a bit more difficult than it should have been. But then I was trying to save myself for Haley, if at all possible.

Sandra had definitely blown a few guys before me. She was that good, and made use of her lips and tongue to bring me along slowly. Her eyes never left mine, and she didn’t follow instructions and keep her hands clasped behind her. Rather, she used each hand at various times to measure my tenseness, readying me as it were, by pumping me with one hand and playing with my balls with the other.

I was enjoying her deft touches and sucking so much that I forgot to concentrate on not coming.

Suddenly, I was calling out, “Oh, shit!” and humped rapidly into her mouth. She had one hand on my dick, jerking me off, and one hand on my ass, holding me in place. Her experience kept me from plunging deeply into her throat and compounding things by choking her; and damned if she didn’t swallow almost every drop of my load.

I flopped back and looked at her. My cock was softening in her mouth, and there was a twinkle in her eyes.

“Ladies, that was the best blowjob I ever had,” I said. “What a great variety … what wonderful technique. I can’t say enough about your skills. And Sandra, you get a ten as well.”

“What about poor little old me?” Haley said, with a pout.

“Well, how about a rain check?”

“A rain check!”

“Yeah, later on, or possibly tomorrow if the guys get here first. When are they due, by the way?”

Billy looked at her wristwatch. “We’ve got maybe twenty minutes.”

“Okay, now I want it understood that I think Janet deserves another go at me. I think that she was the one that softened me up for those who followed. I know I was able to resist her considerable charms, and later wilted. But she was really good, and deserving of another chance at scoring a ten on my chart.”

That seemed to please all the girls, and they were all over me, kissing, fondling and hugging me. Of course I had my fingers in one twat after another and even managed an asshole or two before the doorbell chimed and everyone took a moment to straighten themselves out.

I remained nude, drawing hostile looks from each of the guys as they entered the living room.

Janet took everyone’s drink order as they sat down, ostensibly next to their perceived girlfriends. That made it, as I understood the seating arrangement: Billy and Gabe, Sandra and Evan, Janet and Eric, and lastly, Haley and me.

“Looks like you started without us,” Evan said giving my wilted dick a snide look.

Sandra defended me to some extent, saying: “Bree has … sort of a reputation … and we wanted to see for ourselves. And he was willing to put on a show for us girls.”

“What kind of show?” Gabe asked, then took a long gulp of his beer.

“We had him strip,” Haley offered.

“And?” Evan inquired.

“We made him get hard … you know, by putting on our lingerie,” Janet said.

“And by the way, I haven’t heard any of you comment on our outfits,” Haley said, revealing that she had a bit of a temper.

“Oh … you all look great!” Evan immediately replied.

“Yeah, really sluttish!” Eric said, speaking for the first time.

“Sluttish!” Haley yelled, “You’ve got a hell of a nerve. You can all leave now, if you can’t be more complementary than that.

That calmed the guys down and they paid the girls complement on compliment until the girls themselves tired of the game.

“Well all right,” Haley announced as the second round of drinks was circulated. “In the past, we’ve pranced around in our undies, and given you guys the biggest woodies we’ve ever seen, and then sent you home with blue balls.” She turned to Sandra and asked, “That’s what it’s called, right?”

“That’s right,” both Sandra and Eric replied at the same time, causing everyone to laugh.

“That’s going to change tonight. No one goes home with blue balls, and that’s a promise. So, Evan, grab hold of your cock, because your girl, Sandra is going to give us all a little demonstration of how we girls do a few things. Oh, and I promise, everyone is going to get laid … more than once I hope!”

There was a ringing round of applause as Haley sat down, or rather flounced onto my lap. I didn’t have a “woodie,” as she called it, or I would have been screaming in pain.

Sandra got up, and all eyes followed the blonde in the filmy black nightie and crotchless panties.

Haley yelled out, sounding as good as any MC might have under the circumstances.

“Sandra’s just bought herself a new toy and we’re going to watch her use it for the very first time. Sandra … let’s see you do your thing!”

Sandra waved the vibrator around; making sure that everyone got a good look at it.

Haley laughed and yelled, “Make sure you get a good look now. In about a minute she’s gonna make it disappear!”

Her remark was met with a roar of approval. Sandra laughed and shook her fist at Hayley, and mouthed the words, “You’ll be sorry.”

I reevaluated her as she pranced around the room, stopping to do a bump and grind in front of each couple, and her boyfriend, Evan. Although it was true that one of her breasts was larger than the other, it didn’t seem to matter, and I found myself wanting a chance to fuck her up the ass, if that was a possibility. One never knows unless one asks. That last piece of homespun philosophy I got from Gerry, when I was hesitating about jumping her sister-in-laws bones.

Sandra seemed to tire of flaunting herself before us, and moved to the large mirror, and gazing into it, began to knead her breasts, pushing them together, then to the side. I had a full-blown erection again thanks to her gyrations and my imagination.

With her eyes closed, and both hands still mauling her breasts, Sandra slowly sank to the floor and reached about until she located the vibrator she’d dropped.

Haley, knowing full well what was to follow, tossed several pillows at Sandra, who smiled, and with eyes still closed, turned her body away from the mirror and now faced the rest of the group.

She shifted and wriggled until she had two pillows under her butt and several others supporting her back. Then with a loud, “Oh, yeah!” she pressed her hip up, and with one hand directed the vibrator straight into her pink cunt.

Both Evan and Eric repeated her words. As for me, well I guess it would be fair to say that my jaw hung open as Sandra worked the vibrator in and out and then turned it on, and a low buzz could be heard throughout the room.

Sandra stuck the fingers of her free hand into her mouth and wet them. Then began teasing her clit out from its usual hiding place.

I saw the vibrator disappear inside her, only the flange at the very end of it, gripped by her fingertips didn’t venture inside.

Rolling her eyes, Sandra moaned, “Ooh, yes, yes!”

Haley grabbed my hand, and pressed it to her right breast.

Billy had Gabe’s cock out, kissing it and playing with his balls. Evan had an erection and Janet was jerking him off, while giving her boyfriend, Eric a blowjob.

Sandra half-turned so as to view herself in the mirror, thereby providing us with two views of what she was doing; and spread her legs about as wide as they would go without snapping; then purred, “Would’ja look at that steaming pussy?” and taking a deep breath, turned the vibrator’s controls to the highest position.

Seconds later she was coming; and beckoning Evan to join her. He did, and as she pulled the vibe from her juicy cunt, he mounted her, and rammed his dick in to the hilt.

The show was over at that point. Gabe had Billy on her back up against the couch; her legs were draped over his shoulders while her fucked furiously.

I think Haley and the girls seriously underestimated the guy’s capacity for torment by teasing. I know Haley had planed it so that each girl was to tease her guy in some fashion. But we could only take so much before it turned into an orgy of sorts.

I say sorts, because what happened was each guy stuck with his own girl. There was no switching back and forth.

I had Haley on my lap, and I was already inside her and lifting her up and dropping her down on my boner. Eric and Janet were on the couch, entwined in a very sexy 69.


“Yeah, Haley?”

“Come on me?”


“I … I want you to cum on my stomach.”

“You sure you want it that way, baby?”

“I wanna feel it, but I don’t want it in me, understand?”

“I think so.”

“Okay, then I better take it out now.”

“Are you gonna cum?”

“No, not just yet, but I want to let you watch it happen.”

“Oh, you’re so fucking cool!”

I eased out of her and rubbed the head into her belly button, making her giggle.

“That tickles!”

“Tell you what, give it a little suck. When you feel it swelling, take it out.”

“Okay,” she said and gobbled the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue over it.

I held her head lightly and glanced around the room. Eric and Janet were no longer in a 69, but fucking doggy-style. Sandra was working hard with her mouth to get Evan going again. She had cum splattered over her breasts and knowing the girls were more than a little competitive with one another, I wondered briefly if that was why Haley wanted me to cum on her.

It seemed to me that we both reacted at the same time. I felt myself about to jettison my load; Haley must have sensed it too, and took me from her mouth, pointed my dick at her navel just as I groaned.

I came all over her stomach. Three successive spurts that reached from her pubic hair to the underside of one breast.

Haley, panting with lust, stared at the translucent gobs for a moment, then licked her lips, gave me a wanton grin, and scooped on section up onto her index finger and brought it to her mouth.

“Mmmm,” she murmured, “Salty, but creamy and delicious. I don’t know why more girls don’t swallow.”

I cemented our sexual relationship by pulling her to me and kissing her for a solid ten minutes. Then, fully erect again, we started a slow, languid fuck, missionary-style, and she got me off using kegeling techniques that only a much older woman would have mastered.

“Where did you learn…” I began, but she shushed me, placing a finger to my lips.

“My mother thought it would come in handy. Only she didn’t expect me to be trying it out on you, sweetie.”

By this time everyone else was finished fucking, and we went off with our partners and showered … but not to fool around.

It was agreed as we finished dressing that we would meet again the following week.

Billy raised the question of whether we would remain with our partners, or switch off, “Just to see what it’s like,” she said.

I said, “Something this important should be put to a vote.”

And when they agreed, I added, “Let’s not make it a show of hands. That might pressure someone into going along with everyone when they really don’t want to.”

“Okay,” Sandra said, “I’ll get us some paper and we can vote yes, or no, fold it and drop it on the table.”

“Good,” I said, “but let’s drop the folded paper into a hat, or bowl, then stir the papers around. Let Billy pick them out. We can all count the votes together.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Evan said.

We did as suggested, and the vote favored switching, 5 to 3.

“Majority wins,” Haley said.

I quickly scanned the others to see if anyone would reveal their disappointment, or resentment.

The only thing that caught my eye was Gabe appeared to have a flush spreading from his neck upward. It could have meant anything, but I decided to keep him in mind when switching next week. I didn’t need to make any unwarranted enemies.

And even if I was right about him being jealous of sharing Billy, there were two other votes against, and I had no idea who they were. I made a note to check with Haley to see if any of the girls confided in her later on how they had voted.

The party broke up with all the girls kissing all the guys, tonguing each of us. I got no special vibes one way or the other from that and decided to call Haley the following day to see what she thought.

The next night Haley called me with the news that it was Billy who had voted against swapping partners. She also mentioned Sandra as having sided with her. That left one of the guys as the third vote, but just who that was would remain a mystery.

Haley did mention that Janet had confessed that she had wanted so much to finish off her blowjob; that she had had to keep her hands clasped behind her and didn’t have the opportunity some of the others had to touch me.

After hanging up, (I had a date with Haley for the following night.) I thought about Janet, a petite brunette with smallish tits, but a fine ass and great legs. I got hard and rather than just beat my meat, I looked her number up and called.

Her mother answered and called Janet to the phone. She answered sounding a little out of breath, and screamed excitedly when she realized it was me calling.

“Aubrey! Aubrey! I don’t believe it! I really don’t believe it!”

“Calm down, Janet!” I said hurriedly. I didn’t want her mother eavesdropping on our conversation, but figured she would, and so I just asked Janet if she was free that evening, that we might take in a movie or something.

“Oh, yeah, sure, I’d love to,” she answered quickly.

I was listening for that tell-tale click when a phone extension is picked up, and not hearing it started to seduce her over the phone. “How about I pick you up around seven?” That gave her an hour and a half to get ready.

Janet agreed and the deal was done.

Then I whispered, “I haven’t forgotten.”

“Me neither,” she said her voice sounded dry, almost parched.

“Call me back in five minutes,” I said, and hung up.

When my phone rang, I picked it up, but didn’t reply.

“Hello?” she said.

I didn’t say a word, but breathed into the receiver, hoping she would hear me.

“Aubrey, is this you?”

“This is you, isn’t it? I can hear you breathing.”

I began to cover the speaker of my phone, and then thought better of it. Not that it mattered; she already knew who it was anyway. Or did she?

“Hi,” I said, then breathed directly into the phone.

Janet giggled then said, “I’m so glad you called. I’m so fucking horny since last night.”

“Oh?” I said, and then let it drop. I was getting to like using the almost silent method. It was getting her to open up, perhaps more than she wanted to.

“The batteries in my vibe just died, too.”

‘What the fuck?’ I thought. I hoped her mother wasn’t listening in.

“Are you on your home phone?” I asked.

“No, silly. I’m on my cell phone. No one’s listening in on us.”


“I like the sound of your breathing,” she whispered into the phone.

I relaxed, and exhaled into the phone.

I could hear her moving around. Suddenly she gasped into the receiver, “”Yeah … I could stroke myself all night, just listening to you breathing into the phone.”

“Some girls get off that way, ‘ I said.

I wanted to hear her frig herself over the phone; wanted to hear her juices sloshing as she frigged herself.

“So, what are you doing, Bree?”

She had caught me off guard. Thinking quickly, I replied, “Looking in my mirror while I jerk off thinking about you.”


“Yeah, really.”

“You’re such a naughty boy.”

“I am a naughty boy. And I think you’re a very naughty girl.”

She started to giggle. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.”

“Oh, you are definitely naughty. You’re downright bad!”

“So … you think I need a spanking?”



“Exactly what are you doing, right now?”


Then after a short pause, “Touching myself. I can’t seem to stop. It’s your voice, you know?”

I found my cock, gave it a squeeze. But I wasn’t about to jack off to this girl’s voice, no matter what.

“Thinking about my cock, are you?”

Uh-Huhhhh…” It was her turn to exhale hotly into the receiver.

Another short pause, and then, “You have such a nice cock. I think it’s perfect in shape … size … Mmmm, I could suck on it forever.”

“I wish you had,” I said, letting my voice crack just a little.

“God, you fuck so well! I can still feel you inside me.”

“Correction, I haven’t been inside you … yet.”

“Oh … that’s right!” she sighed forlornly. “Oh, Bree, you’ve got me so hot!”

I grunted into the phone, partially because of the way my dick was jerking, but mostly for effect.

“Using your fingers?”

“Yeah … you know, you fuck … like a god!”

My ears were staining and I could swear I heard the faint sound of her cunt juices slurping against her fingers.

Janet started to cum.

“Shit! Shit! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!”

I stayed on the line, but said nothing; allowed Janet to finish her orgasm.

I heard her start to whimper. I said not a word.

“Bree?” she called out, fearing I was no longer attached to her via the phone line.

“I’m here.”

“Thank God!”

“Do you know where I live, Janet?”

Not exactly.”

I told her how to get to my house.

“I’ll tell my mother you’re coming over. Don’t worry, she allows me to have a friend over without being nosey about things.”

“Oh, wow! Not my Mom, not ever! She has to know everything I do and say.”


Thirty minutes later the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it Mom, its Janet.”

My mother went back to prepping for her date and all but ignored us as I escorted Janet into the house and then up to my room.

“You,” she said, in one of the huskiest voices that I’ve ever heard.

“Me,” I answered, and closed the door behind her.

We raced to get out of our clothes. I dove at her, and we toppled onto the bed. I was kissing her and kicking my shoes off at the same time.

I inhaled deeply through my nose, taking in her intoxicating perfume while sucking at her face. She closed her eyes and kissed me back, her arms trailing up and down my back.

I fondled her smallish breasts and had her moaning in seconds.

“Are you still coming?” I asked.

“Never stopped,” she answered, and reached for my dick. Intent on finished the blow job she’d begun the night before.

My fingers reached between her legs and found her dampened bush and cunt a veritable swamp.

“Oh, Bree, your cock is so … beautiful,” she said, her eyes mesmerized by the sight of my rigid member throbbing with need inches from her face. Her mouth parted and her tongue flicked out unconsciously, and then ran around her pouting lips in wanton fashion.

“Oh, would’ja look at that,” she cooed. I realized Janet was studying a growing globule of precum at the tip of my cock.

“Have a taste,” I said, and waved my dripping dick back and forth in front of her face. Janet’s eyes never left the glistening tip of my moving cock. Her pink tongue slowly extended itself until it touched the glistening glob of precum, and then her mouth opened wide and closing her eyes, she took the head of my cock into her mouth and began to suck.

“Like it?” I asked, knowing she loved it.

“Mmmmm!” she purred happily; then reached out to fondle my balls.

Her full lustrous hair hung down on either side of her face as she milked my cock with her mouth. I swept my hands up on either side of her face, gathered her hair in my hands and asked if she had a scrunchy for her hair.”

My dick flopped out of her mouth as she scrambled from the bed and reached for her purse. After searching by rummaging about with one hand in the bag and the other balancing the purse against her chest, she found what she was looking for and quickly twirled it around a clump of hair she had bunched together and presto, no more hair across her face, and a nice sized ponytail flopping behind her.

“Now, gimme that big old cock, back!” Janet growled.

I leaned back against the pillows propped up against the headboard, and watched as Janet moved forward and carefully pumped my dick several times as if testing it. Then she pressed the flat of her tongue against my cockhead and moving counter-clock-wise, licked the entire knob, covering it with her saliva.

“Sweet!” she said, taking it from her mouth and giving it a wet kiss.

“You’re a nasty girl, and a big tease,” I said with a laugh.

“Gonna spank me, Mr. I Gotta Big One?”

“Just might,” I told her and she shrieked with laughter, causing my mother to call up asking if we were all right.

I hopped off the bed, opened the bedroom door and called down, “we’re fine. We’re laughing about something that happened earlier today.”

“Okay,” my mother called back. “I’m leaving now, be careful, and make sure Janet gets home early. No late night driving, either of you.”

A minute later, I heard the front door close, then the car started up and my mother drove off to meet her boyfriend, leaving Janet and me alone.

I joined Janet on the bed, propped myself up much as I had before and watched as her soft, wet tongue bathed my whole cockhead.

I moaned, and she laughed with my cock in her mouth. Then her tongue swirled around the spongy, oh, so sensitive membranes of my purple crown.

I moaned again, and added, “You are so good at this. I was told you had little to no experience at it.”

“They lied,” she mumbled, but I understood.

‘What else had Haley and the others lied about?’ I wondered, until Janet began to slide my dick down into her throat.

Janet paused, and raised her head back, let some saliva trickle down onto my shaft, then began bobbing up and down, but seemed to concentrate of sucking the area just below the crown, bring me one joyous sensation after another.

“Christ! Don’t stop doing that! It’s fantastic, Janet!”

“Mmmm!” she moaned, licking and sucking provocatively. I saw trails of her saliva start to slide down the shaft of my cock below her bobbing mouth. It started to turn frothy under her pumping hand, but probably helped her hand slide more freely upon me.

“Yeah, Janet, that’s it!”


“Great! Oh, please, baby, keep moving and sucking on the end like that! Oh … fuck yeah!”

“Oh, oh, oh! Here it comes!”

I shook and twitched as the initial throes my orgasm rose up from my balls. I watched her bobbing head as the first blast of my eruption spewed into her mouth.

Janet was a vision of beauty with her mouth sucking away at my cock. She was sucking and swallowing. I would have sworn she was the type to spit it out. She wasn’t. Trickles of my milky cum appeared at the corners of her mouth before she removed me, wiped her mouth with her wrist and smiled up at me.

“You taste great!” she said, then laughed.

I leaned into her and kissed her, sending my tongue racing into her mouth and garnering the last remnants of my sperm for myself. She helped by sharing a load of saliva with me, which I promptly swallowed. With the kiss coming to an end, we both started to laugh and hugged each other.

I realized that Janet still had hold of me, milking me, trying to get me hard again. I placed my hand on hers and had her stop.

“I need to rest for a while.”

She looked as though she was going to cry. I kissed each eye and told her it was her turn, and not to worry, that I would be hard again, and soon.

She threw her arms around me and pressed her small, lithe body against me. I started kissing her lips, her neck, and her breasts. My mouth closed on one of her nipples and sucked it; then drew back and tickled it with my tongue.

She was moaning with a rhythmic regularity as I went from one breast to the other. She put her hands at the back of my head and pulled my mouth against her nipple. I continued to working on them, but now my hand was between her legs, one finger gliding in and out of her as her moaning increased in tempo.

Her nipples were rock hard, the aureoles surrounding them taut and pebbled. Her moans grew softer and she spread her legs wider, opening herself to me. I rubbed my palm over her mons, putting pressure on her clit. She had a brief spasm … a mini-cum, I thought.

She was soaking wet, and after I sent a second finger in, she seemed to open like a flower. I could have driven a Volvo in there.

I was kissing the underside of her right breast when I felt her hand on my head, gently pushing it lower. I knew what she wanted, and moved straight down to her pubic hair. Her cunt was sending out a strong, but not unpleasant odor. Most women give off some type smell when excited, but Janet’s was unlike any I’d encountered.

Moreover, it seemed to add to my excitement. I discovered I was erect, and had to push my dick out of the way. I was going down on Janet, and if she realized I was ready to fuck, she would have chosen that instead.

I examined her cunt at close range. Her whole slit was in front of me, her pubic hair sparse enough that I could see her clearly. Her outer lips were peeled open; her inner lips were sort of protruding outward, requiring a little more assistance from me. I gently pried her lips apart with my thumbs, and gave her a tentative lick.

“Oh, yes!” she hissed, “God, yes! Do me there!”

And with her hands pulling my face into her, my tongue found it’s through her inner lips and lapped at her like a dog. Janet’s hips started to buck with my lapping; her excitement transmitted itself to me and soon I wanted nothing more than to fuck her silly.

But I kept at her, stopping every minute or so to rest my tongue and gave her cunt a visual inspection. The smell was stronger; she was flooded with a mix of my saliva and her own juices. Her clit was swollen to twice its earlier size, and I reminded myself to pay special attention to it.

I put my hands on the insides of her smooth supple thighs and softly coaxed her legs even further apart. As I did, her inner lips suddenly gaped open and I saw strands of her sweet nectar stretching web-like between the two sides of her hot little cunt. I almost came then and there.

Even with her pubic hair covering a portion of her snatch, it looked for all the world like a ripened peach. I began to lick the silken skin on her innermost thighs and she began to cry.

“What’s wrong, Janet?”

“Nuh … Nothing.” She replied.

“No, tell me what’s wrong?” I insisted, not wanting to spoil what up to then had been a perfect seduction.

“It’s so good … I love it. I love you. I want you to kiss me there, but I want you to lick me here too … I … I … I don’t know what I want!”

I sent my tongue back into her cunt and caressed her inner thighs and occasionally her clit with my fingers and palms.

The hot walls of her cunt seemed to clutch at my tongue. I marveled at her tightness and knew that her boyfriend, Eric must have had a small dick. ‘Well, ‘ I told myself, ‘I would be changing that shortly.’

For the first time, I began to suck on her clit. That brought a series of low guttural growls and I knew she was close. I flicked my eyes up to look at her face. Her head was thrown back, and her eyes were closed as the intense new sensations flowed through her. Her full pouting lips were parted sexily, and she was panting and sweating. I flicked my tongue quickly over the hard little pebble, and then pressed the flat of my tongue firmly against it.

“OH GOD!” she squealed, as my tongue pressed and flicked against her sensitive organ. I looked up and saw her chest heaving while she gasped for air. She tried to sit up, but fell back, too weak to do anything but moan and cum.

And she came with a vengeance. I felt her start to shake and twitch as her orgasm radiated throughout her body. I wrapped my tongue around her fiery clit and sucked at it ravenously while she shook and convulsed through her climax.

It lasted about twenty seconds, but she kept shuddering for another three minutes. I know I kept looking at my wristwatch.

I took a final soft lick at her puffy lips before raising my head to look at her. She seemed totally at peace as she lay back in the afterglow of her cum. She looked at me through half-closed eyes with a smile of pure contentment.

“Ready to fuck?” I asked, as I caressed her left breast.

“Oh, yeah … I’m ready.”

“But?” I said knowing what was coming.

“I … um…”

“You’re worried about me tearing you up, aren’t you?”

“Um … I guess.”

“All I can say is … well, you’re not a virgin, right?”

“Right, Eric and me did it last month.”

“But I’m bigger than he is?”

“A lot.”

“You must know that I’ve opened you up some with what we’ve already done.”

“I know. I know … but still…”

“Do you want to do it? I mean, I won’t force you. You know that, right?”


“So … why don’t we try? If you find it hurts too much, or you just can’t handle it, I’ll stop.”

“How do I know you will?”

“My word as a gentleman.”

That made her laugh. She touched my face, caressed my neck, and softly said, “All right, let’s.”

I laid her back, spread her legs and carefully entered her smoldering, moist cunt. She was trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. With only the head of my dick inside her, Janet’s pelvis started undulating.

“Okay so far?” I inquired, whispering in her ear.

“Yeah,” she replied, breathing faster and faster into my neck.

Janet jerked her hips, and I realized she was active in trying to get more of my meat into her.

But she really was tight, and I wanted to keep my word and hold any pain to a minimum. I also selfishly wanted to prolong the fuck, knowing that the longer we went, the better it would be.

And so I pushed it in, then worked it back out, and repeated the process until I was satisfied she was starting to stretch just a little.

I kept at it, until Janet signaled her readiness by wrapping her legs around my waist.

“Ready to really try it?”

“Mmmm, so far it’s been wonderful.”

“Let me know if I go too far.”

“How do I do that?”

“A simple, ‘Stop’ should do it.”

“Okay,” she murmured and I felt her body relax.

I began to move in her, using short, but firm strokes, concentrating on loosening her vagina as much as possible.

“Ow! That hurts!” she groaned.

I kept pushing in and out, never even pausing. I had given her a safe word and she had not used it. To me that meant keep going, and I did.

Moments later, Janet groaned again, but her tone and words gave a different slant to things.

“So good … feels so good!” she said over and over.

I slipped a hand under her ass, and began a serious fucking.

Her eyes flew open as the new sensations hit home.

“Oh … my … God!”

“Not quite, lover, but close. Now this is what’s called fucking!”

I was already slamming out groins together as the words left my mouth.

I worked a finger into her ass. Heard her shrill shriek, but kept it in her as I pounded my dick in on the other side.

“GAWD!” she squawked. But her movement belied any indignation, or affront at my actions.

I was pumping as hard and fast as I was capable of. This jackhammer run usually lasts about thirty seconds before I slow down. But this time I was still pounding furiously at around forty-five seconds before slowing. My heart was beating so fast I thought I might have a heart attack. I was dripping sweat from every pore.

It took me a moment to realize that Janet was screaming she was coming, over and over again.

That brought me to the edge and over. I ground my cock into her one last time and released a torrent of jizm as her hot sheath clenched me, not wanting me to leave her comfortable cunt.

We held each other desperately until I slipped out. I rolled off her, and extracted the limp rubber with its heavy load, dumping it in the trash. I rolled over and she nestled on my shoulder, her pussy clenched around my thigh. Her hand rested on my stomach.

“Mmmm, I feel so full … and so well FUCKED,” she murmured. But the first time Janet attempted to move — she half-rolled to one side — she groaned with obvious pain.

“What is it?” I inquired, concerned that I had done some damage while fucking her.

“It’s okay,” she said, reassuring me. “It’s … I’m awful sore down there. I don’t know if I can walk, or even stand.”

“Let’s try it and see how bad it is,” I said.

Gingerly, I helped her up from the bed. She managed to stand, but I had to keep her from falling when she attempted to walk.

“What time is it?” she asked.

It was twenty to eleven. I told her.

She went rigid, groaned and tried to take another step. She managed it, but tottered a little with the next.

“It’s your balance, I think,” I said.

She nodded her agreement and tried again.

Soon she was able to hobble across the room and back again on her own.

“I think it’s my muscles down there.”

“It’s possible you’ve never put them through anything like that before.”

Janet laughed, and said, “For damn sure.”

“Well, you’ll probably be walking without looking like you’re about to fall over by the time you get home.”

“I’d better get home quick,” she laughed, “I’ve got a 10:00 curfew.”

“Shit!” I said.

“It’s all right, they won’t ground me. I’m a good girl, aren’t I?”

“You certainly are,” I agreed. Then kissed her goodnight and saw her off.


“Jesus”, Hayley thought to herself, as she walked from one room after the other, “I am so fucking horny!”

She quickly ran down her options. She could watch a porno flick and masturbate, she could read a dirty story on the Internet and masturbate, she could hop online and indulge in cybersex and masturbate, or she could call a “personals” telephone line and have phone sex and masturbate.

None of them had all that much appeal to her.

She realized that her own touch was not going to be enough to send her over the edge this time around. She frowned, and then quickly erased the frown, concerned that it might cause a crease that might become a wrinkle as her mother had warned her countless times.

She smiled. Smiles were good, her mother had told her. Perhaps even more times than about the creases. Still holding the smile, Hayley picked up the phone, and dialed a newly memorized number.

“Hi Aubrey,” she chirped into the phone when he answered.

I put a smile in my voice as I answered her. “Hey, it’s Hayley, what a nice surprise.”

Later she would tell me that my voice had thrilled her with its deep mellow tones.

What the hell, we were fuck buddies. That is, we had been fucking one another for several days now, and I had told her anytime she felt she needed some relief to give me a call.

“Are we still on for tonight?” I asked, thinking she was calling to break our date.

“What are you doing this afternoon, anyway?” she said, having decided to be direct about why she was calling.

I laughed. I could tell by the tone in her voice, she wanted to be fucked. And that she wanted it now. It wasn’t a problem. I genuinely liked her, and cared about her feelings, but what I adored most about her was her body, and what I could do with it.

I decided to tease her. “Well…” I drew out the word and followed it by a pause.

“Well, what?” she rose to the bait like I knew she would.

“Well, I really have some work to do. My mom left me some chores, and…”

“You’re home alone?”

“Yeah, sure, Mom’s working.”

“Can I come over? I could probably help you do the chores.”

“I’ve got most of them done. I was getting ready to take a little nap, you know, to rest up for our date tonight.” I was teasing her, but she hadn’t caught on yet.

There was a momentary pause while Hayley thought of a reply, and then “I can think of the perfect way to relax you,” she purred suggestively.

I laughed again. “And how is that, Hayley, you little slut?”

Hayley felt a thrill run through her genitals.

“Invite me over, and I’ll show you,” Hayley responded, already unable to keep her hand off her cunt. ‘Damn, he was turning her on already!’

I felt a twitch in my dick at the thought of her naked before me, and I agreed and told her to get her ass over to my place. “Come over now, then, I have things to do.” I sighed, for show of course, “I can’t spend all day taking care of your needs, Hayley, but I’ll do my best.” I knew she loved my talking dirty to her.

“You’re best is certainly good enough for me, Bree. I’ll be there in five minutes,” she said, and hung up the phone before I could change my mind.

Hayley quickly ran into her bedroom, slipped out of her nightgown and threw on a sundress. It was black with flowers all over it, and had spaghetti straps over her shoulders. It was tight around her breasts and since she couldn’t wear a bra with it, she decided to leave her panties off too.

Giggling happily, she skipped out of the house, her tits bouncing to beat the band; and she laughed aloud at the thought of actually getting a black eye from hitting herself in the face with them. She hopped into her red Miata, and gave it the gas. As the car shrieked going into the first turn, she took the opportunity to yell out, “I’m going to get laid!”

After making the ten block trip to Aubrey’s home, she found a parking spot on the street right in front. She got out of the car and looked around. It was a nice old Victorian house with a huge old oak tree in the front yard, casting its shadows over the front porch that ran the length of the house. Hayley bounded up the front steps and rang the bell.

I opened the door and gave Hayley a bear hug in greeting. She kissed me, missing my mouth, but getting my lower lip. Giggling, she slapped my behind.

“That’s for teasing me. You know what I want.”

I slapped her on each ass cheek, about twice as hard as she’d slapped me.

“Ow!” she exclaimed, though I knew it hadn’t hurt her. She liked it rougher than that.

“I’ll get you, you sadist!” she shrieked happily and slapped me a couple of times before I caught her hand and twisted it behind her.

“No fair!” she yelled, but not all that loud.

I released her arm and we wrestled for a minute or so until I had her pinned in the entryway, or foyer.

I looked down at her and she smiled back up at me.

“Say, Uncle!” I said, demanding she surrender.

“Uncle.” she replied, then slapped me on the ass again.

I just looked down at her, and said, “Do that one more time, and I’ll be forced to kiss you.”


And so, I brought my mouth down on hers. Before I could get my tongue inside, Hayley’s was thrusting through my lips and running over my teeth and gums.

By the time we broke the kiss; my cock was fully hard and pressed firmly against her leg.

Hayley snickered and said, “I feel something down there.”

In answer, I rubbed it against her leg more forcibly.

“Oh, I like that … whatever it is.”

I rubbed some more. Actually, it felt pretty nice, rubbing on her smooth leg.

“I think its playtime,” she said with a husky music in her voice. This time it was her voice turning me on.

Using that husky voice again, Hayley cooed, “Why don’t you roll over?”

I did, rolling off of her to lie on the floor beside her.

She turned to me, bent down so that her face was close to my waist. She opened my fly, took my cock out and examined it minutely.

“It’s so pretty.” she said, almost to herself. “And it feels so neat, you know, hard on the inside, and so soft on the outside.”

“Hard for you,” I said.

“Mmmm, can I have it? Is it all for me?” Hayley asked playfully.

“It’s all yours,” I answered, “It’s your fun toy.”

“Let’s see how it tastes, and she extended her tongue, licked at the purple head as it flanged out just outside her circle of fingers.

“I like it!” she gasped, presenting her verdict. “And I want more!”

“And you shall have more,” I said, “but first, show me how you jill off.”


“I’m sure you heard me. I want to see you masturbate.”

“Fuck! You know, Aubrey I could have stayed the fuck home and done that!”

“But not with me for an audience,” I said, reminding her that my dick awaited her when she finished entertaining me.

“You are going to fuck me?”

“Don’t I always?” I answered.

Her eyes told me that I did satisfy her, but her mouth had a derisive sneer to it. But she pulled the sundress over her head, and stood naked before me.

I nodded, revealing my admiration for her fine body as she knelt on the floor with her upper torso leaning across the couch. She made her nipples hard by pinching and yanking on them until her hips began to rock.

I stroked my dick, she was putting on a first rate performance for me, and I wanted to be ready for her when she finished.

With a soft moan, Hayley reached behind her and grabbed her cheeks and spread them wide.

I saw her start to clench them, rhythmically.

She spoke to me then, her voice had a hunger in it that I didn’t recall having heard before.

“I can’t do this for too long, because it makes me want to come right away; but it really jumpstarts my engine.

Then, with her thighs spread, Hayley placed fingers from both hands at each side of her pussy mound just where it opens, and began making little circles.

“My … clittie is way too sensitive to touch directly with my fingers. But don’t worry; I love you to put your tongue there.”

She laughed, and said, “What I do is apply pressure this way, massaging through the flesh. I vary the pressure of my fingers, and as the tension builds, I throw in a few hard clenches that yank my slit wide open and take my breath away.

“Then when my lips are making those little kissy noises … can you hear them yet?”

I could, and nodded.

She giggled, and said, “It means I’m wet … wet enough to slide a finger inside. I curve the finger up to find my spot. Oh, Christ, look at me, I’m starting to tremble all over!”

“You’re something to see, that’s for sure, I tell her.

She nodded, and told me she appreciated my telling her. I continued watching her. She now had one hand alternating between massaging her clit and groping her breasts. The other hand continued rubbing her g-spot.

“OH!” she gasped, and I leaned in for a closer look.

“I’m … I’m gonna cum!”

She hurried her climax along, plunging two stiffened fingers inside, while the other hand mashed against the rest of her cunt. Her hips, on automatic pilot, were rocking; her back was hunched, and her face was buried in the cushions.

Hayley was grunting in some kind of rhythm known only to her; grinding her hand – the only still visible to me – harder and harder against her pussy, until something popped and she convulsed a moment before relaxing, apparently flooded with satisfaction and new found energy.

A few seconds passed, then she said, “I showed you, now give it to me!”

I tendered my dick to her. She only accepted it after bringing her juice covered fingers to her mouth and sucking them clean. Then, her mouth was nuzzling the head of my cock, covered it as one might pull a condom over it.

I was amazed at the warmth of her mouth.

Hayley continued to absorb me into her throat until I hit something back there that caused her to gag. She removed me, coughed several times, wiped a tear from her eye, and took me even deeper.

I couldn’t help but moan a little.

Taking me from between her lips, she looked me in the eye and laughed. “Am I your favorite little cocksucker, or what?”

“You are my favorite little cocksucker, Hayley, for sure.”

She studied my cock as she held it in her hand. It was shiny with her saliva.

“Maybe you want me to play with your balls?”

“That would be nice,” I told her.

“This is when I should make you jerk off for me,” she said, and I seriously thought that was what she had in store for me.

“Naw…” she paused to laugh, then said, “You wouldn’t be able to fuck me for a while.”

My cock was jerking every few seconds while she gently fondled my balls.

“Amazing,” she murmured, before kissing each testicle in turn.

She seemed as fascinated with my genitals as a kid with a new toy. She kissed my cock over and over, then took it in and sucked it softly; then harder, took it out again and licked it up and down like an ice cream cone.

The wet slurping sounds Hayley was making were a delight to my ears.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” I told her.

“Is that a problem?” she asked.

“I thought I’d play with you first.”

Oh? Well, how do you intend to … play with me?”

“Lie back on the couch. Keep your feet on the floor.”

I sat next to her, ran my hand over her belly.

She shuddered.

“Still coming?”

“Just little twinges every so often; but don’t let it stop you.”

“I won’t,” and I placed a kiss on her belly button, and made her laugh.

“Are your nipples extra sensitive today?”

“Yes, I think so,” she replied.

“Let’s see,” I said and ran a fingertip around the left one. I was delighted to see it harden under my touch.

“I like that,” I told her.

“I do too,” she replied, and then gasped with pleasure as I did the same to the other one. It too hardened under the tutelage of my thumb.

“Now, let’s see how they taste.”

I bent and licked her left nipple several times, then opened my mouth and sucked the portion of her breast containing the aureole into it; then used my tongue to flick at the tip of the pucker. The result was an approving moan from Hayley.

“Tastes great,” I told her to a fusillade of giggles.

I leaned toward her, and wrapped myself around her. I didn’t kiss her lips, but her cheek near her ear lobe. I kissed her neck and felt her melt into me. I nuzzled her neck, heard her moan softly, urging me on as I slid my hand down between her legs.

Her pelvis surged upward when I began massaging her moist outer lips. She mewed softly and that told me to go slowly; to bring her to a greater orgasm than ever before.

“Do you want me inside you?” I whispered; our cheeks pressed together.

“Yes!” she moaned back. “Yes!”

I pushed two fingers past her external folds. Her body opened to me as they slid into the velvety flesh and she mewed again. I started to count to five, and then seven, as my fingers worked their way in and out of her, drawing each sensation out to its fullest.

Her breathing quickened, and so did my thrusts. She was moaning as if in a dream; and called my name out, followed by a soft, hissing, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Hayley was lost in the ecstasy of the moment. I brought her to the edge, let her slip back, using her soft moans as a guide. And when she began to grunt, I knew she was coming, and set my fingers to flying in and out of her, and then slowed to the point of almost no movement whatsoever.

“Oh, God!’ she panted, and closed her thighs on my hand as if that would jump start my fingers again.

I knew she was wondering why I had not let her come; but what I was doing now felt so nice she forgot to complain.

I was lightly massaging her g-spot, and used my other hand to lift her knees and spread her thighs open. I leaned down and stretched my tongue out, and licked her.

Hayley gasped as if shocked with a cattle prod.

I savored the condensed sweetness of her juices, and drew more out of her, then added my own saliva to thoroughly saturate her cunt.

Hayley’s head was thrashing back and forth, and pure gibberish spewed from her mouth. And each time my tongue danced lightly over her clit, she let out a high pitched squeal of delight. Then, with my mouth glued to her cunt, her fluids gushed over my tongue and into my mouth.

I swallowed repeatedly, as she gripped the sheet on the bed trying to offset the tension reverberating throughout her body.

I jabbed at her frantically with my fingers; causing her to thrash and moan with her approaching climax. She was close; but for some reason she just couldn’t get there.

I held her hips still, and slid my tongue out of her drooling cunt, and pushed my wet fingers back in.

“It’s okay,” I said to reassure her. “I want to try something else.”

“What’s that?” she asked, panting with excitement.

I pulled my slick fingers out of her and looked at them.

“Seems to be plenty enough for our needs.” Hayley’s eyes widened in interest at my action; following the movement of my fingers as I brought them up to her nipple, and carefully applied the shiny sauce all around it. This act was so sexy it had her shivering with excitement.

And, after coating the entire brown circle of her left aureole, I attacked it; sucking forcefully and providing her with what she later called a mini-cum that repeated itself several times before I stopped sucking on her tit.

“Much tastier,” I said after letting her tit pop from my mouth.

“OH FUCK!” she moaned, at both the loss of my mouth on her tit and the reentry of my fingers into her sopping snatch.

I could feel the heat pouring from her body. She yelled my name and God’s, and came hard.

I clamped down on her by pulling up by the finger I had inside her. I fixed my mouth to her other breast, and kept her legs apart with my thighs while my busy fingers opened her hole to further frantic fingering.

“Oh, God … no!” she pleaded.

“Aubrey, please … no more!”

I kept fingering her and her body rocked in tune with my ministrations.

“Oh, God!” she cried and began to shudder violently as another climax struck.

Moments later she was murmuring sounds of pleasure into my ear. I felt her recover and then relax on top of me. She felt like warm liquid as her body surrendered to the aftermath of what had happened to it.

She flowed downward so that she could kiss me, but stopped when my hard dick unerringly found the opening to her pussy. She wrapped her legs under my thighs, and pulled at me as she turned her body. I followed her so that I ended up on top of her in missionary position.

Her eyes were mad with wanting. I slammed my cock into her and saw her breasts jiggle, did it again just to see them shake again. I moved faster, slamming into her, making her grunt with each thrust. I was having trouble catching my breath, and I was so close to coming myself. Usually I would back off to prolong the shared intimacies, but not this time.

Giving it everything I had, I pumped three more times and started spewing my load into her.

Hayley screamed “Aubrey!” three times in succession and came with me, bucking and spasming, as shockwaves reverberated between our bodies.

We lay there panting, chests heaving.

“I thought … I thought,” She said, “that you’d never stop.”

“I nearly died giving it to you,” I replied, and meant it.

“Will you sit on top of me?” I asked her gently.


When I pulled my cock from her, we both looked at it, shining in the dim light of my bedroom.

She took it in one hand, and said, “It feels so slick.”

“Plenty of natural lubricant on it,” I answered.

She crouched above me then; took the cock and guided it to the entrance of her cunt.

“Should I?”

“Go ahead, let’s see what happens.”

She slowly fed it into her velvety warmth.

I groaned at the wonderful sensation.

The head slipped in.

Hayley moaned happily.

She did a little shimmy, took more of me into her furnace of love.

“You do things to me that I never imagined possible,” she said huskily.

“I could say the same of you, Hayley.”

“Thank you, but I know that’s not true.”

“Fishing for compliments, are you?” I said with a broad smile.

“No way,” she responded. “You’re special.”

“You mean, like retarded?”

She laughed; it had a delightful peal to it. “No, like a god-like lover; one who comes along once in a lifetime, if that.”

“Wow, I don’t know what to say to that. Thank you, Haley.

“I love fucking you, Aubrey.”

“Well, I love fucking you too.”

Hayley lifted up until I was right at her entrance. She sat down, enveloping me.

“We should record us,” she murmured.

“Yeah, be good to have a camera, tape us,” I agreed.

She rose up, plopped down; providing the both of us with wonderful sensations.

“I think we’d need more than one camera,” she said, falling into a gentle rhythm.

“Yeah, those amateur videos miss a lot of good angles,” I said.

“Three should about do it, don’t you think?”

“Sounds about right,” I said, wondering if we would be videoing ourselves over the next few days and weeks.

“Enough talk, let’s fuck,” she said and rose and fell at a quicker pace.

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