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Sure
enough, Brandi had a sexually transmitted disease, chlamydia, the most common
sexually transmitted bacterial infection in the United States. She was pretty typical in that she had no
obvious symptoms. Fortunately it is
easy to cure with a single course of an antibiotic. She couldn't of had it too long, because eight months before in
the fall, Jeff had tested negative, when I had him tested. That was good, because if untreated it
could have wreaked her fallopian tubes and left her unable to bear
children. Just because I didn't want to
have children with her didn't mean that someday she wouldn't want to have
children.
I
called Jeff and left a message on his cell to call me as soon as possible. When he called back a few days later I told
him that he needed to get to a doctor right away and get some antibiotics. I also told him not to be screwing any girls
until he was finished with the treatment.
He said, "Well, that's just fucking great! Matt and I were invited to ball this dude's girlfriend up at the
lake."
"You
use a rubber?"
"Didn't
bring any."
"What
have I told you?"
"Gee,
Dad, we weren't expecting to fuck any girls up in the mountains."
"Don't
be stupid, Jeff! You and your brother
know better. Always have a condom or
two with you. I've told you that over
and over. You never know when opportunity will knock, do you?"
"No,
sir."
"You
also never know where that strange pussy has been before, do you?"
"No,
sir."
"Shit! It might take a week or more for anything
else to show up. Keep your pants zipped
and take care of it will you? Let me
know how it tests out. Now put your big
brother on."
"Dad?"
"Yes,
Jeff."
"I
know that we messed up."
"Yeah,
you could say that."
"Dad?"
"Yeah."
"How
do you know that I have..."
"Chlamydia. Get a pencil and write it down."
"But
how did you know?"
"The
heath department called me," I lied.
Besides what did it matter how I knew?
"They're tracking down an outbreak and your name came up. Don't fuck around about this. Okay?"
By
the time I'd talked to Jeff, Brandi and I were both halfway through our seven
days on the antibiotics, and a few days later, it was over for us. A week later Matt called. Sure enough, Jeff had chlamydia. So did
Matt. Not only that but they now both had a case of gonorrhea. Fortunately that too is a bacterial
infection, treatable with a dose of antibiotics. They were damned lucky not to have caught something not so easily
dealt with.
Life
with a vibrant teenage girl certainly can be interesting. She always amazed me with her misconceptions
about seemingly obvious things. Her
gullibility knew no bounds. Her
immaturity aside, I quickly learned that she wasn't a dummy, just pitifully
ignorant. Just what in the hell do they
teach in high school these days?
As
soon as I returned to my office after a few days of nonstop fucking, things
started happening and the damned phone seemed to be constantly ringing (a good
thing, a very good thing).
The
first day I came home, I found the house neat and clean. Second day, all my laundry was done and the
house really sparkled. Third day,
Brandi had tackled cleaning the oven and several other badly neglected
tasks. By the end of the week, the
house looked like a showplace once again.
Her
only failure, if you could call it that, was that she couldn't get the
chocolate out of the den rug, so I tossed it.
It was summer and it was hot, so we just fucked on the bare cold floor
just to keep cool.
Since
Brandi was doing such a good job keeping the house clean, I put her on an
allowance, so that she buy the things that she needed, like makeup and
Kotex. Any way you cut it, twenty bucks
a day was a bargain for a clean house plus high quality pussy. Lula, my biweekly house cleaner, didn't see
it that way. On her day to clean, she
called me at the office.
"Masa
Hank! Da's a nekked girl in yo house!
"Oh! It's okay, Lula. Sorry about that. Just
tell her to put some clothes on."
"Ah
done dat! She sayz yo don't lowe no
clothes!"
"Ah,
hmmm... Well, don't worry about it."
"Ah
ain't worried 'bout dat child! Ah's
worried 'bout ma job!"
"You
do a good job."
"They
ain't nutting fo' me to do, Masa Hank!
It be all clean! Masa Hank, ah
needs dis job!"
"Don't
worry, Lula, you have a job. A month
from now, six months from now, I don't want to have to find me another cleaning
lady. I'm not going to let you go. Just find something to do. I'll pay you just the same."
I
also went down to the phone store and added her to my cell phone family
plan. When I gave her the phone, I told
her, "Call your mother and let her know that you're okay. Give her this number if she needs to contact
you."
Like
a two‑year old she crossed her arms and frowned. "I don't want to call her! She hates me."
"She
may be angry, but I'm sure she doesn't hate you. Call her. Let her know
that you're still alive, have a roof over your head and aren't missing any
meals."
Brandi
thought for a moment. The frown turned
into a devilish grin. "Should I
tell her about how you ravage me?"
"You
can leave that part out. You don't have
to tell her where you are or any of the details. Just let her know you're safe."
"She
doesn't care!"
"Oh,
she cares! She cares a lot. Trust me on that. Now call her."
Reluctantly
Brandi called. She was visibly relieved
when she got her mother's voice mail.
Brandi left the message and the phone number. Considering all the evident deep hurt and anger she harbored, I
was pleased, very pleased that she ended her call with, "Love you,
Mama."
At
the office I was busier than a one‑armed paperhanger. The work orders required me to put in some
very long days and part of the weekend to fulfill all the job requests. It was nice problem to have, but I really
didn't want to spend that much time at the office. Brandi, being ever helpful, would bring me my lunch and give me a
blowjob or a quickie on my desk. So all
in all, it was quite bearable.
I
was happy as a clam, but Brandi was growing a little restless. Like any teenager, she wanted to go
out. Me, I was happy with just staying
home and fucking her. She on the other
hand wanted to go out and have some fun.
I
suggested that we go dance at a boot‑n‑scoot called the Wagon
Wheel, but she wanted to go to a rock club.
It has been a while since I frequented such places, but I was as eager
to please her as much as she pleased me, so I said, "Fine! Where to?"
"The
Bloody Dragon."
"Oh... Okay.
We'll go."
"Really?"
"Sure,
why not? You deserve a night out. Now where did you put that tube of fuck
grease?"
That
Friday night, as soon as I walked into The Bloody Dragon, I felt out of
place. With all the multicolored lights
and mirror balls, it wasn't the Gothic joint like I'd feared, but... The music, if you could call it that, was
deafening. Naturally the place was full
of kids, eighteen to twenty year‑olds, a few appeared a little
older. It was a non‑alcoholic
club, but most of the kids were obviously on something.
All
the booths were taken, but we found a table near the dance floor and camped out
for a while, sipping ginger ale and watching the dancers on the floor. Most of the guys were okay, but a few looked
like it would be a public service if someone were to run over them with a dump
truck. The girls were mostly cute, but
a few were really weird looking. I
couldn't help but wonder if they knew how unattractive they were. Did they look at themselves in a mirror
before going out?
For
the most part everyone dressed alike.
Guys in baggy jeans and black silk‑screened t‑shirts with
skulls and such were the most popular.
The girls all seemed to wear something to show off their belly, similar
to what Brandi was wearing, a short skirt and halter top that showed off the
new belly‑ring I'd bought her.
What
was most interesting was the form of dancing that most of the couples were
doing. Belly‑to‑belly or
front‑to‑back, the best description of the style of dancing was
simulated fucking. I don't mean just
suggestive, I mean raw jungle humping that left nothing to the
imagination. Brandi told me it was
called freak dancing and that all the kids did it. Sometimes the girls would shimmy down and mimic sucking the guy's
cock. Front‑to‑back,
humping the girl's ass, some guys rubbed up and down the girl's thighs while
others held the girls with their hands on their breasts, usually on the
outside, but sometimes with their hands under the girl's top. Those hands weren't stationary either. It was lewd! Shockingly lewd! Made me
wish that I were a kid again.
At
Brandi's insistence she got me out on the dance floor. Everyone looked at me as if I were a green
alien with tentacles. I overheard more
than once a reference to me as 'gramps', 'old fart', 'fossil', and even
'vice'. I gave it my best doing a
boogaloo. I had a good enough time,
watching the guys feel up their girls.
At
one point I was watching this well stacked girl having her tits mauled by this
big tattooed guy in a thin strapped muscle shirt. He saw me staring, so he lifted her bandeau top, completely
exposing her tits to give me a better view.
She just smiled at me and stuck her chest out. I suppose they were trying to shock me, which they did, but being
a cool gramps‑fossil‑fart, I pulled Brandi to me and returned the
favor by lifting her halter‑top and giving her tits a squeeze. The tattooed guy beamed in approval, giving
me a thumbs up. Brandi lamely protested,
but she really wasn't all that upset.
We
took a breather, returning to our table.
A few minutes later the tattooed guy and his chick came by to talk.
"Hey,
dude! You're cool, man, cool!" he
declared as he high‑fived me.
"Thought you was the fucking cops or sumpthin', but you're cool
man. Ya mind if I dance with your
little lady?"
I
looked over at Brandi. She nodded
'yes'.
"Sure
thing, dude," I replied.
"I'm
Rex and this here's Roxie."
"Hank,
Brandi."
"Nice ta meet ya, dude.
"C'mon, Brandi, let's do
it."
Brandi
followed him out to the dance floor and they got it on, humping each other
belly‑to‑belly with abandon.
When she shimmied down, he grabbed her head and made a silly expression
with his tongue hanging out while humping into her face. He finally allowed her to stand again. Brandi continued to dance with him belly‑to‑belly,
as if nothing untoward had happened.
Rex spun her around facing me.
His hands went to Brandi's tits, squeezing her bouncy jaboos as he
bumped into her posterior. Then he
reached under her halter top for a direct feel. It sort of pissed me off and I felt a flush of jealousy. I was distracted though when Roxie put her
hand to my crotch to feel my raging hard‑on.
Squeezing
me she said, "You've got a nice appendage, mister. Know how to use it?"
"Ask
her," I replied nodding towards the dance floor.
"Kinda
young, ain't she?" Roxie asked
while pulling down my zipper.
"Old
enough... to fuck."
I
wasn't too sure if I wanted my dick pulled out of my pants in public, so I was
relieved when the tattooed guy signaled me to come out to the dance floor. "Uh, you wanna dance?"
"I
guess."
With
my fly open, we went out onto the dance floor.
To the mumbo‑jumbo of some hip‑hop crap, I went right for
the front‑to‑back position and ran my hands up inside Roxie's
elastic top while grinding my stiff pecker into her butt. All too soon the first dance was over, but
another one began, so I continued to feel up Roxie while Rex molested
Brandi. Belly‑to‑belly,
Roxie's hand somehow found it's way inside my open fly.
When that dance was over we went back to the table. Rex put his fingers to his nose and said, "Love a bitch with no panties! She's got a sweet pussy, dude. Sweet, sweet pussy!"
He stuck his hand into Roxie's face and
said, "Here, Rox, smell her."
Roxie sniffed and licked at his fingers.
He
turned back to me, "Say, dude, I've got my van out in the lot. Wanna take these bitches out for a
ride?"
I
knew exactly what kind of 'ride' he had in mind. Although I wouldn't mind taking Roxie for that ride, this had
gone far enough. I begged off telling
him that we had other plans tonight and that we needed to get going.
"Hey
man, ya don't like my little sister?"
"I
like her just fine. Nice tits. Bet she's a great fuck, but we really have
to get going. See ya around,
dude."
"Yeah,
later gramps," he grumbled.
Back
in my car, I asked Brandi whether she'd ever been in that joint before.
"Once.
You have to be eighteen to get in. Jeff
took me for my birthday. Cool place,
huh?"
"Yeah,
I guess. Now I know why they call it
The Bloody Dragon."
"How
come?"
"For
all the lost virgins."
"Huh? Never mind," she said shaking her
head. "Why'd we have to leave so
early?"
"I've
got a splitting headache. Fucking music
was too loud," I said rubbing my temples.
"Say, did you really let that guy finger you?"
"Well,
I didn't have any panties on and..."
"Jesus,
girl!"
"You're
not mad at me, are you? You never want
me to wear panties! Besides, I saw you
with his sister."
"That
was really his sister?"
"Yeah. Twin sister. At least that's what he said."
"He
get you off?"
"Hank!"
My
next adventure with Brandi came later that next week. Allison, Brandi's best friend, you know, very pretty Cuban, the
short one with big tits, long dark, dark hair and the biggest brown eyes
allowed by law, well, Allison had been coming over ever since Brandi moved in
with me. Not every day, but often
enough. She was always a quiet girl,
not exactly shy, but quiet. When I got
home, they would usually be out by the pool, working on a tan. Brandi was always topless, but Allison was
more modest, at least when I was there.
I
was brazenly ogling Allison's youthful body.
Her olive skin glistened from the mixture of sweat and SPF 30 sun
block. It was a nice contrast to the
modest yellow bikini she was wearing. I
couldn't see as much skin as would have liked (my ideal is a woman buck naked,
or perhaps just wearing a string around her waist), but what I saw was
pleasing, very pleasing. Especially
pleasing were those incredible bazonkers bursting from her top. Also pleasing were her shapely legs that
ended with the cutest little feet, festooned with a variety of toe rings.
I
was lost in nasty, dirty‑old‑man thoughts when Brandi announced
that Allison didn't have to work that evening.
"Hank, I have a favor to ask.
Would it be all right if Allie spent the night?"
Without
thinking I said, "Yes." I
instantly regretted it, thinking that it would cut down on my usual evening
playtime with my favorite fuck toy.
"Thanks! You're the best! How 'bout we order a pizza?"
"Uh,
I brought home some Chinese takeout," I replied thankful for my
foresight. "There's plenty for
three."
Brandy
crinkled her nose. "You get that hot stuff?"
"Don't
worry, I got something tame for you.
How about you, Allison? You like
your Chinese plain or spicy?"
Allison
looked up at me with dreamy brown eyes and replied with a sly smile, "I'm
a spicy girl."
"I bet," I replied to her double entendre with eyes glued to her deep cleavage.
"Do you girls want to
eat outside or inside?"
Dragging
her hand across her bare breast Brandi answered, "Let's go in. I'm so hot and sweaty."
"You're
always hot," I replied.
Sitting
in the kitchen, we were nearly finished eating our diner. I asked Brandi if Allison had everything
she needed for the night.
"She
does now," she giggled.
I
didn't get it and pressed on, "Which room do you want to give her?"
"What
do you mean?" asked Brandi innocently.
"Where's
she going to sleep?"
I
nearly choked when she replied, "With us, silly! Where else?"
I
looked over at Allison. Even with her
deep olive complexion I could tell that the poor girl was blushing
furiously. I couldn't tell if Brandi
was serious or not, and not wanting to further embarrass her friend, I let it
drop for the moment. Brandi had other
ideas.
She
stood up and came to stand beside me.
She just stood there tracing her fingertips across her bare
breasts. "I'm so sweaty," she
declared. Then to show me the truth of
her statement she rubbed her tits across my face. "See how salty I am?"
Now
Allie was her best friend and all, and they were very close. There were no secrets between them. Allison had been over several times when as
usual, Brandi would be prancing about, wearing little or nothing but a belly
chain, but we were never outwardly sexual with each other. Oh, we kissed a bit and maybe I'd cop a
feel, but never anything overtly sexual like fingering her cunt or
anything. Forgetting for a moment that
we had company, I tasted the offered nipple.
Sure enough, she was salty. Oily too.
"How
about if we all take a shower and get cleaned up," Brandi suggested. My eyes cut over to Allison. "Allie is all sweaty too. Aren't you?"
Allison's
head was slightly down. Cutting her
eyes up towards me, a sly smile gradually spread across her full lips.
"C'mon,
Hank," my hot assed girlfriend said taking my hand. As
I began to rise, she added, "C'mon, Allie." To my wonderment, Allison rose too.
Brandi
led the way, followed closely by Allison.
I held back slightly, discarding my shirt, running shoes and cargo
shorts along the way while watching Allison's swaying butt, imagining what a
glorious sight she'd be without the relatively modest bikini she was
wearing. Realizing that I would soon
find out gave me a painfully hard erection.
Brandi
turned the shower on and shimmied out of the thong bottom she wore. Taking Allison's hand they stepped into the
enveloping spray. Standing at her back,
Brandi whispered something in Allison's ear while untying the halter strap to
Allison's top. Suddenly the top fell
forward and Allison's jugs flopped into view.
A moment later, Brandi had untied the back strap and the top fell to the
floor.
I
fumbled around getting rid of my socks and then I dropped my boxers. Allison's eyes were scanning me as I joined
the girls. Taking the initiative, I
knelt down in front of Allison to pull her bottoms off. Grasping her bottoms by the sides, I slowly
pulled them off her hips, all the while looking up and studying those
magnificent bosoms.
Four
things about those boobs struck me.
First, was their size; two large cantaloupes prominently standing from
her petite frame. Secondly, their
firmness; despite their size, they seemed to defy gravity. Third, her huge cigar butt‑like
nipples, rising a full inch from their surrounding silver dollar‑sized
areola. There was a lot more than just
a mouthful here. And finally the color
of those mega nipples; they were a dark walnut color. Running my hands back up her legs and up over her breasts, I
noticed one other thing, she had no hint of a tan line anywhere.
Standing,
I took the bar of soap from Brandi and began soaping Allison down, taking
whatever liberties I wished and meeting with no resistance whatsoever. I took a lot of time with each tit to gain
familiarity with them, kneading the soft pliant fleshiness of each wonderfully
fat tit in my hands. Studying those
dark‑tipped tits, I came to the conclusion that even though she was Cuban
of Spanish decent, somewhere along the line perhaps some Afro got mixed in
there too. No matter, they sure tasted
the same and the end result was this stunning beauty.
While
I was busy with Allison's frontal orbs, Brandi had washed her hair and then did
her back. I wanted to get my throbbing
dick inside this girl, sooner rather than later, so I left her breasts and
worked my way down her torso and down her legs, more or less bypassing her
pussy the moment. Having worked my way
back up her legs, I began to give her pussy the washing that it richly deserved
only to find that Brandi had beat me to it.
This was one instance where coming in second was perhaps better than
coming in first.
From
my vantage point between her legs, I watched as Brandi played with her friend's
pussy, soaping her up, fingering her cunt and fingering her asshole. This was a revelation, as I never had any
inkling that Brandi was bi‑oriented in any way. My hand joined Brandi's at Allison's bottom. I was surprised to find that the stubble of
pubic hair was as soft and silky as her flowing mane. I had expected it to be course and scratchy. Maybe there wasn't any Afro in there after
all, but then again maybe there was.
I
stood to kiss the dark haired girl. Her
big brown eyes were dreamy pools of desire.
Our lips met and my finger found her clit. My finger swirled around her nubbin while Brandi continued to
finger fuck her from behind. She must
have been some worked up, because she didn't take long to cum in a shuddering
climax that caused her knees to buckle.
She didn't collapse onto the floor like a rag doll or anything, she just
sort of melted down to the floor, holding onto my legs for some upright
support, winding up eye‑level with my stiff dick.
I
gently brushed the tip of my dick across her face and lips. Taking the bait, she caressed my seeping
glans with her full lips. Before it
even started good, Brandi interrupted my pleasure by complaining, "Well, I
need someone to bathe me too!"
I
pulled the petulant girl to me and began washing her while Allison continued to
mouth my cock head. Allison was in no
hurry to blow me, but instead kissed and nibbled at my genitalia, while Brandi
and I washed each other. Brandi handed
Allison the soap, telling her to wash my balls and butt. That she did with a loving touch.
Once
everyone was squeaky clean, Brandi turned off the water while I helped Allison
up from the floor. I led her over to
the end of the bench, sat her down and told her lie back. She did as I asked. Lying down, looking up at me with a come‑and‑fuck‑me
look, she spread her legs. My semi‑erect
cock began to slowly rise again as I checked out the teenage beauty ready to
receive me. I was at full mast and
ready to go, when Brandi interrupted the proceedings.
"Allie! You haven't shaved in a week! Hank likes a smooth, smooth pussy.
"Don't ya, babe?"
She winked, handing me a fresh razor and
some shaving cream. "Here, babe,
you want to do it?"
"Good
idea!" I said thankful for a fun way to delay things a bit and thereby
increase the sexual tension. We were
all still dripping wet, so I didn't need any extra water to generate a thick
lather over her genital region.
Rubbing
the shaving gel into her mound and vulva, I noticed that Allison looked a tad
apprehensive. Brandi noticed that too
and reassured her that, "He's really good. Does me all the time.
Relax. Enjoy it."
I
set about my business, taking care not to nick or cut her in anyway. First I did her pubic mound as that's always
the easiest. Then I worked my way down
to her pussy. That's more of a
challenge due to all the creases and folds and the necessity to gently lift
each lip to get it shaved properly.
After finishing her pussy, I had her lift her legs and draw her knees
back so that I could get to her ass crack.
A little gel and a stray finger up the wazoo, zip, zip, zip, and I was
finished. Brandi brought me a wet
washcloth and I cleaned off all the residual gel. Finally I worked in an aloe lotion to minimize irritation and
prevent those little bumps from marring her now baby‑butt smooth
skin.
Without
further ado I could have fucked her then and there, but having regained control
of my raging lust, I set about checking out my handiwork with my handy dandy
all‑purpose sex tool, my tongue.
I licked her all over, searching for any imperfections. Allison was
moaning, "Please. Please. Please... Oh, pleeeease," getting desperate
for me to put something, anything inside her needy cunt, but I continued my
deliberate tease, getting ever so close but never quite getting there.
Brandi
decided to help her out, or at least shut her up. With practiced precision, she straddled Allison's head, facing
towards me and lowered her cunt to Allison's lips. Allison gripped Brandi's thighs as she began licking and sucking
on her friend's pussy.
Deciding
that the time was right, I licked up Allison's pussy slit with the flat of my
tongue, scooping up a generous portion of tangy girl juice. From her taste, I concluded that she had
recently completed menstruation. Good thing that this wasn't happening a day or two before.
Upon
reaching her clit, I stopped and held my tongue still, watching Brandi playing
with her tits. Between the valley of
her orbs, I could see Allison being force fed pussy. Brandi was almost giddy in
her delight. Allison thrust her hips
upward and ground her clit into my tongue.
I pushed back, increasing the pressure even more, then slightly moved my
head in a circle. Not so much movement
that my tongue slipped, but enough for her to feel the changing, rotating
pressure from an erstwhile stationary object.
Soon her hips were moving rapidly back and forth and I felt the pressure
of her thighs tightening around my head.
Her
hip movements became more erratic while at the same time more urgent. Then she stopped. Her legs relaxed and I knew that her orgasm had passed. Quickly I gobbled up some more of her pussy
juice before I rose to nestle my cock in her pussy. I bent forward; Brandi and I kissed while I slowly slid deeply into
the still pulsating cunt of her brown friend.
The
penetration reignited her climax and her hot pussy spasmed around my slowly
invading cock. Balls deep, I paused to
enjoy the vaginal contractions of her caressing cunt. After a delightful moment, I reached back, grasped her legs by
the thighs and lifted them. I pushed
her thighs forward until they had rotated back. The ever‑helpful Brandi, assisted me in pinning Allison's
thighs back as far as possible. The new
position shortened her cuntal tunnel and made her feel even tighter. I pushed in another inch or more. I may have gone further, but I had bottomed
out on her cervix. With Brandi holding
Allison's legs back, I earnestly began fucking the young girl, using every
trick I knew to maximize her pleasure and thus insure that she'd be back for
more.
Being
a petite girl, only five foot two or so, Allison was small pussied and very
tight. I could see that her labia were
stretched tight around my girth. My
reciprocating cock certainly must have felt enormous inside her as I filled
every possible cubic centimeter of her spasaming cock slot.
Showering
me with kisses, Brandi watched lustfully as I fucked her friend for the first
time. She began urging me to, "Cum, baby, cum. Cum inside her cunt... Fuck her cunt, baby. Yeah, fuck her... Show her what it's like to be screwed by an experienced man. That's it, baby, fuck her cunt hard. Make her cunt cum... Fuck her hard,
harder!... She's cumming baby, she cumming... Feel her squeezing you?...She's
yours baby, yours to fuck... Cum inside her... Fill her cunt with your
sperm. Fuck her... Fuck her with your
wonderful dick. Fuck her... Fuck her...
Fuck her. C'mon, baby, let it
rip... pump it into her... She's
cumming again, baby. Fuck her. Fuck her.
Fuck her... Knock her up... Cum for me, Hank, cum
inside Allie."
My
pulsating cock was about to explode and I fought to keep it under control,
delaying my own orgasm, so as to increase my own pleasure. I speared her time and time again with my
blood‑infused rod of man meat.
Again and again I rammed my blood‑laden penis into her young tight
snatch. With each urgent thrust I creep
closer and closer to the precipice of penultimate pleasure.
Brandi
keep urging me to, "Cum, baby, cum.
Cum in her cunt."
I
couldn't hold back forever and I wasn't about to delay any longer, but the
final run up seemed to take forever.
Crazed with fuck‑lust I continued to fuck her and fuck her.
"Cum,
baby, cum in Allie's cunt," lustily chanted Brandi.
An
irresistible feeling began moving up from my balls into base of my pounding
cock. My dick swelled even thicker
until veins on my shaft were about to burst.
"She's
yours baby. Cum inside her."
The ecstasy came like a flash flood of pleasure, beginning in my groin with an overpowering urge that tightened my muscles. Then, in an explosive, out‑of‑control lurch, white‑hot ejaculate surged through my penis and shot forcefully into the teen girl.
Rocked by the
amazingly intense orgasm I yelled, "Ahhhhhh fuuuucccckkkk!" as the
first blast erupted from me.
"Ahhhhhhh gaaaawwwddd!" I hollered as the second blast hit
me. "Fuuuucccckkkk!" I cursed
as I jerked and shuddered, flooding her young snatch with my seed. "Ohhhhhh fuck!" I hoarsely
whispered to the echoing walls as the fireworks continued to explode behind my
unseeing eyes. "Aaaaggghhh!"
I moaned wishing that the moment could last longer, much longer. "Ohhhhhh yeah," I moaned taking
what I could get. 'Uhhhhh," I
whimpered in exhaustion as I pulsed one more time, the forceful initial blasts
having diminished to a mere trickle.
I
staggered back, my cock still stiff and dribbling. As soon as I cleared out of the way, Brandi leaned forward to
suck Allison's freshly fucked cunt of the flowing juices that she had so urged
me to produce. Before my legs gave out, I staggered to the bench and plopped
down next to Brandi's buttocks.
Completely drained and out of breath, it took me some while to
recover.
Lovingly
I gazed at the young ass, so round, so firm, so perfect, that had given me so
much pleasure these past few weeks.
Gradually it occurred to me that somewhere, below that beautiful butt,
smashed into Brandi's cunt was Allison's upturned face. I envisioned Brandi's big pussy lips
surrounding her friend's face like a juicy mask. Idly I wondered if the girl
could breathe.
I
panicked for a moment and pushed Brandi off.
Allison opened her big eyes and dreamily gazed back at me, her face wet
with girly juice. The demure sly smile
on her face, turned into a big broad grin.
Reaching up, she grabbed me behind the neck and pulled me into an
energetic kiss. Breaking our kiss, I
pulled up. Allison gushed, " Oh,
you are the best, Mr. Thornton.
God! I've never had a guy screw
me like that!"
"You're
welcome, Allison. You have, or should I
say, you had a nice tight pussy. I
don't think it's quite so tight anymore."
"That's
okay. You'll still fit just fine. Thanks.
That was wonderful. We'll have to do that again sometime."
"Be
my pleasure, little lady."
We
all showered again to get cleaned up, but this time we made it quick. I grabbed a thick towel to dry off and
headed for the kitchen to get a cold bottle of Liebfraumilch. It was much too sweet for me, but Brandi
loved the sweet white wine and I figured that Allison would too. Of course they weren't old enough to drink,
only old enough to vote and fuck, but we weren't going anywhere tonight, so
what the hell? I retrieved a fresh
bottle from the wine cooler and scrounged around the fridge for an open bottle
of Chardonnay, something more to my taste.
I grabbed the corkscrew, the two bottles and three wine glasses,
managing to carry it all back to my playpen.
The
girls were at the vanity, working on their hair. Somehow I put everything down without breaking anything. Nothing worse than being totally nude in the
middle of a bunch of broken glass!
To be continued...
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