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It
was fairly late, just past eight when I got home. Brandi was engrossed in one of those inane "reality"
shows. She was annoyed when I turned it
off. We talked a bit, mostly about
Allison. I lamented that I had
forgotten to use a rubber.
"Oh,
that's okay. Allie usually has the guy
she's with use one," she said enjoying my anxiety.
"Usually?"
"Well,
she didn't with you. Now did she?"
she asked lightly.
"Damn!"
I cursed. "Now I'm going to have
to checked for VD again!"
"Don't
worry, Hank. I told her about our
problem and she got checked. She's
okay... now!"
"Oh? Did she have something?"
"Yeah! Same bug as I had."
"I'm
not surprised," I said sardonically.
"But
other than that, she checked out okay.
And other than you, she hasn't been with anyone since school let
out. Her job has taken up most of her
playtime, so don't worry, Hank. She's
clean. She had a blast too! Said you're the best guy she's ever had sex
with! She liked your mirrors too!"
"Well,
I'm glad that she enjoyed herself. I
certainly did!"
"Yes,
you did," she laughed, "you nasty old pervert!"
"Flattery
will get you everywhere," I quipped.
"Speaking of being a nasty old pervert, how about a butt screw
little girl?"
"I'm
famished!" she complained. "Can't
we eat first?"
"You
can eat my dick."
"I'm
serious!" she emphatically stated.
"It's late and we didn't even have lunch!"
"Guess
you're right. How about if we go see
Allison?"
"Cool! That sounds great!"
The
restaurant/bar was very busy with a clientele of mostly men, as the scenery was
very good. Brandi got Allison's
attention. She beamed and waved at us. As she showed us to one of her tables,
almost every eye was following her every move.
There were other waitresses, pretty girls with great bodies, but Allison
was one of those show stoppers. She had
the back tail of her t‑shirt tied in a knot, so that she showed quite a
bit of taut belly and skin. With her
dark headlights showing through her tee, it was a plain as day that she was
braless. Another attention getter was
that her magnificent ass practically hung out of the bottom of her too small
shorts.
Sitting
down I told her, "I want you to know that I had a great time last night
and this morning."
"Me
too," she blushed. "Look
guys, I really can't talk too long, so what can I get you to drink?"
"Bring
me a draft."
"Diet
coke for me," answered Brandi.
"Okay! I'll be right back. Are you eating?"
"Yes!"
I replied.
She
put down two menus and darted off. I
watched the guys watching her as she bounced away. They were all nudging each other and making comments as she
passed their way. I knew they were drooling and imagining what it would be like
to be with a girl like that. Knowing
the answer, I smiled smugly.
Three
to four minutes later she was back with our drinks.
"What
do you want?" she asked sincerely.
"I'll
have you," I half joked.
"I
meant to eat?"
"I'll
have you," I repeated.
She
blushed and looking around to see if anyone had overheard me, replied, "Stop it! God, you're bad!"
"But
I know how good you taste."
"Stop, will you! Brandi, make him stop,"
she whispered.
I
laughed and she laughed too even though she was clearly nervous. I relented and ordered a hamburger with
fries. Brandi ordered the chicken
Caesar salad.
When
she brought out the food, I told her, "Every guy in this place is ogling
you."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Know what they're thinking?"
"Uhhhhh..."
"They all want to fuck you." She hit me with a towel.
"Know how I
know?"
"I
don't think I want to..."
"Because
I'm a guy too and I want to fuck you.
Again. Soon."
Rather
than continuing the conversation she turned and walked away. Brandi berated me for being so crude.
"Well,
it's true!" I defended.
We
finished our meal. Allie came back and asked if I wanted another beer or
anything else. I declined another beer
because, "I'm driving... but there is something else I'd like."
"What's
that," she asked warily.
"I
want you to come over after you get off work."
"Hmmm,
I'd love to Hank, but I've gotta work until closing."
"That's
okay. You know where the key is."
"Maybe
some other time."
"Anytime,
baby. Anytime you want. Just make it sooner rather than later."
Allison
handed me the check. I laid out a
hundred dollar bill for the eighteen‑dollar tab.
"Keep
the rest I told her."
Her
eyes got big and stammered, "You're kidding!"
"No,
I'm not. You're worth every penny of
it."
It
was around two‑thirty when I heard a noise that woke me up. A soft glow of moonlight was illuminating
the room. The figure walked into the
bedroom and flicked on a table lamp.
Allison smiled at me. I pulled
back the covers to invite her in and then watched as she peeled off the tight
fitting work clothes. First came the t‑shirt. She had already untied the knot in the
back. I suppose that it was very
uncomfortable to sit in car with a knot like that pressing into her back. Still the shirt was skintight. To my joy, her unbelievable hooters came
jiggling into my view.
Next
she knelt and removed the white sneakers and white socks. Then she shimmied out of the tight orange
shorts. Her black thong panties
followed that. Naked as the day she was
born, she looked at me. No doubt she
saw that I was drooling. She smiled,
struck a pose, turned and struck another pose.
God, she was beautiful! Picking
up the foam wedge from the floor where I had discarded it before falling asleep
earlier, she climbed into bed.
I
was ready to kiss and caress her, taking my time and doing it right, but she
had other ideas and soon had herself positioned on the foam wedge. I got between her upright legs.
Running
my hands down her thighs, across her stomach and to her breasts.
Brandi
rolled over and sleepily asked, "Hank?
What's going on?"
"It's
Allison."
"Allie? Hi, Allie," she said softly. "You
two keep it down okay?" Brandi
rolled over and went back to sleep.
I
felt Allison up for a few moments more before descending her inner thigh with
my tongue. Licking and nibbling at her
pretty vulva, I couldn't help but think how much different her pussy was
compared to Brandi. Whereas Brandi's
inner labia vigorously blossomed from her outer lips when she was highly
aroused, Allison's inner lips were much smaller and when engorged, barely
separated her outer lips and merely peeked through. Her gash was likewise shorter, her pudenda less pronounced and
her clitoris was likewise smaller than Brandi's. Nonetheless she was very sensitive, very responsive, very tasty
and easily aroused. Watching herself
in the overhead mirror, tugging on her tits while I feasted on her pussy, it
really didn't take too much effort on my part to get her off.
As
soon as she coasted down, I sat up, moved in and began raking her juicy pussy
with my turgid dick. She thrust her
hips upward, trying to take my cock, but I continued to tease her until I had
her begging me, "Fuck me, Hank!
C'mon, please. I want to feel
you inside me. Please. Fuck me."
I
suppose I could have rushed things, but that's not my nature. Brandi rolled back over and whined,
"Fuck her, will ya? I need some
sleep."
"Sure
babe," I said, "I'll fuck her."
Allison
arched her back and hissed, "Yesssssss," as I pushed into her. Taking it slow, so as not to disturb Brandi
(as if I really gave a shit), I ran my cock in and out of the
appreciative girl, grinding into her when I was fully implanted in her clasping
cunt. Things quickly heated up. Allison reached out and gathered the sheets
in one hand and grabbed Brandi's tit in the other, while I energetically got on
with it, giving her pussy a good dick massage.
By
the time I had hosed down Allison's cunt with a load of cock sauce, Brandi was
wide‑awake and sucking on Allison tits.
Allison was happily delirious.
While I had Allison suck my cock clean, I let Brandi cleanup the smaller
girl's spermy cunt. With a clean dick,
I rolled off to one side to dreamily watch the reflection of the two girls in a
sixty‑nine.
As
usual, I woke up with the first light of dawn needing to piss. After relieving myself I stood in front of
the mirror, faced with the same decisions I faced yesterday morning. Returning to bed, I fucked Brandi first and
finished off inside Allison, not caring if either girl enjoyed my morning
quickie. Sated, I shit, showered and
shaved, grabbed a cup of coffee and went to work.
I
had lots to do and really couldn't afford spending the morning between either
girl's legs. When I returned late in
the afternoon, Allison was long gone and at work. I told Brandi what a pleasant surprise it was to see Allison last
night and speculated whether she might return tonight.
"I
don't think so," she replied.
"She only came over because her mother wasn't going to be
home."
"Oh? Why didn't she say that when we saw her
earlier at work?"
"She
didn't know until she checked her voicemail after closing. Her mom had left a message saying she was
staying at her boyfriend's and that she'd see her tomorrow. So, Allie came over."
"Her
mother sleeps out very often?"
"Allie
was kind of surprised... not that her mom was shacking up with Kyle, just that
her mom was being so blunt about it."
"Well,
her mother has her needs and Allison is an adult. I guess her mom was just treating her like an adult."
"Maybe
so."
With
her variable evening work schedule and her mother's watchful eye, I didn't get
to see Allison as nearly as often as I would have liked to. One evening, after I had sent Brandi off to
do some grocery shopping, Allison dropped by after getting off work early.
"Brandi's
not here, but you're welcome to come in and wait. House rules apply," I said with lecherous grin.
"I
can't stay very long, my mom's expecting me," she replied stepping inside.
"How
long can you stay?" I asked running my hands up inside her tight white t‑shirt.
"Close
the door!" she giggled.
The
door slammed shut and as I pulled her to me, she said, "Not tonight,
Hank."
"Bullshit!"
"No,
please. I started today and I'm having
a really heavy period."
"I
don't mind. How about a shower?"
"Hank! No!"
"Okay,
okay, but house rules still apply," I said as I tugged her t‑shirt
up.
"Just
my shirt," she said raising her arms.
"Just the shirt."
Suddenly Allison's jiggling massive mammaries were where I wanted them, out in plain sight. "Okay. That's better," I said with a grin and growing erection. I must admit that I was amazed at how compliant she and Brandi were about my "House Rules". It had been intended as a joke, but they took it seriously. Not that I was complaining, mind you.
"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you
are?"
"Yes. About every time I see you."
"No. Every time I see you!" I joked
molesting a breast. "Well, you are
very beautiful you know."
"Thanks,"
she whispered casting her eyes down.
We
sat on the sofa and chatted, chatted while I brazenly felt her up. My hand found the button to her shorts, but
she brushed me away and threatened to go home if I couldn't behave. That was a violation of "House
Rules", but I let it pass.
"Let's
just talk," she said moving away from me and covering her stiff nipple.
"Talk
about what?"
"I
dunno. Talk."
I
really didn't have anything I wanted to talk about, at least nothing that
wouldn't bore her to tears, so we sat about three feet apart and an awkward
silence ensued. On the rag or not, I
felt certain that if I pressed her, I just might get between her legs.
"C'mere."
"No. Maybe I'd better go."
"No,
no, stay. But can you at least put your
hands down so that I can see you?"
Allison
smiled slyly and lowered her hands.
"You
just like me for my boobs."
"No,
I like your pussy too, and that ass..."
"Is
that all? You don't see me as a
person?"
Suddenly
I found myself on delicate ground and did not wish to ruin a good thing. Accepting the fact that I wouldn't be
getting in her pants tonight, I handed her t‑shirt to her. "Better put this back on. I get much too distracted otherwise."
"That's
okay. I like the way you look at
me."
"Then
take the shorts off."
"Gimme
the shirt! God, you are a bad, bad
man!"
"And
you're a bad little girl."
She
stuck her chest out and protested, "I'm not little!"
"No,"
I laughed, "no, you're not."
I let her have her way and dropped any plans of a sloppy, bloody
screw. She in turn, followed House
Rules and tossed the t‑shirt onto the coffee table. We amicably chatted about this and that,
nothing substantial until I brought up the subject of why Brandi got kicked out
of her mother's house. Brandi had never
said and whenever I inquired, she steadfastly refused to discuss it.
"She
didn't tell you?"
"No. She won't talk about it."
"Then
maybe I shouldn't talk about it either."
"Look,
it's no skin off my back, regardless of what happened. I'm just concerned about the anger between
them. I know that if something drove a
wedge between one of my boys and me, I'd want to find a way to fix it. If I knew what had happened, maybe I could
help them get over it."
"You
can't help."
"Try
me!"
Allison
refused to reveal anything that she knew, but I continued to probe and needle
her until she finally gave in to relieve her mounting frustration.
"Okay! Okay!
You know how Brandi is, so you won't care."
"I
do care," I said in all sincerity.
"That's why I need to know."
"Okay. She'll kill me for telling you this."
"No,
she won't."
"Remember
when her mom and Buck moved across town?"
"Yeah."
"Well, they had gotten everything out of the old house and into the new. Brandi's mom went back to the old house to clean it up so they could get their security deposit back. It's nearly an hour drive one‑way, an hour back, two hours to clean up.
"... Maybe you should ask her about all this."
"No,
Allie. She won't tell me."
Knowing
that I wouldn't let her of the hook, Allison sighed with resignation. "Well, for some reason, her mom didn't
go the old house. She turned around and
came back within an hour... Get the picture?"
"Brandi
and her step‑dad?"
Allison
shook her head confirming my supposition.
"Her
mother seriously freaked!"
"What
happened?"
"Her
mother kicked her out."
"I
know that. What did she find?"
"What
do you think she found? Brandi's a
slut. I love her to death, but she just
needs..."
"Needs
cock?"
"Yeah."
"Like
you?"
"Yeah!"
she laughed. "Look, it's getting
late," she said picking up her t‑shirt from the coffee table. "Tell Brandi to give me call. Maybe we can all get together sometime
soon."
"I'd
like that!" I said with genuine enthusiasm.
"I
bet you would!" Smiling sweetly
she added, "So would I."
All
too soon the buxom Cuban was out the door.
Fifteen minutes later Brandi came in.
I helped haul in the grub and as we unpacked and put away the food and
stuff, I told her, "I think I have it figured out."
"What?"
asked Brandi as she put away some jars in the pantry.
"About
you and your mom."
"Oh? So what have you figured out?"
"It
was all about Buck." She froze as
if Mr. Freeze had zapped her. "She
caught you with Buck."
There
was a long silent pause.
"So?"
she said scrunching up her shoulders.
"So what?"
"So
tell me about it."
"No! I told you I don't want to talk about
it!"
"She
caught you fucking him?"
"Hank!"
"He
was fucking you in the ass?"
"No! We, we..."
"Hell,
I don't blame him," I said. "I love fucking you in the ass."
"Hank!"
"Then
what was it? She caught you. Right?"
"Yes,"
she reluctantly admitted.
"Doing
what?"
"What
do think?"
"Naked."
"Yes."
"Buck
was naked too?"
"Yes!"
"That
wasn't the first time with him, was it?"
"No,"
came the whispered reply.
"Hmmm. I want to hear more! Tell you what. Let's finish up here and then we'll talk."
"Hank..."
"Don't
sweat it, baby. I know you were screwing
him. That's fine by me."
"You
think I'm a slut?"
"No,
I don't think you're a slut. I know
you're a slut. If you weren't a slut,
you wouldn't be here. Now would
you?"
"You
make it sound so dirty."
"Ass
fucking? Naw, that's not dirty!"
"We
weren't ass fucking."
"But
you have ass fucked him before?"
"Yes,"
replied the exasperated girl.
"C'mon,
let's get this stuff put away. Then we
can talk. Shit, I already have a hard‑on! Maybe we'll screw, then talk."
I
already had a case of blue balls from Allison's short visit and then thinking
about Brandi's stepfather doing her, my cock felt like a tree stump. As soon as the last package of cold, clammy
chicken pieces was stowed away and we had washed our hands, I nearly tore her
clothes off. Actually, I just yanked
off her shorts and pushed her onto the kitchen table while simultaneous
discarding my own shorts. It was a hard
and fast fucking born of pure lust and desire.
I wasn't nearly as concerned with her getting off, as I was concerned
with relieving the pent up pressure in my groin.
"Ohhhhh
gawdd, baby!" I groaned as my jerking cock flooded her cunt. "Ohhhh yeah! Fuck yeah! Ohhhhh,
baby!" I pulled out and leaned
forward and kissed her gaping cunt as my essence flowed from her.
"Wow!"
she said sitting up and pushing my head away from her dripping snatch.
"Damn! You drive me wild, baby. You know that?"
"Maybe
I should have told you something about Buck and me earlier."
"C'mon
babe," I said helping her off the table.
"Let's have a glass of wine and talk. One other thing... lose the goddamn t‑shirt!"
Snuggled
up on the den sofa, my fingers trailed across her bare skin as she told me
about her step dad. When her mom
unexpectedly walked in early, she found them in her mom's bed, locked in a
69. Buck was on top, noisily tongue
fucking her.
Not
surprisingly, her mother went berserk, knocking Buck off Brtandi with a show of
adrenaline driven strength. With Buck
out of the way, she went after Brandi, slapping her and yanking her out of the
bed with her hair. Her mother dragged her to her room, slapping and kicking at
her. Tossing her to the floor, she gave
Brandi one minute to get her things and get out of her house, or else she'd
kill her. Her mom had shot an intruder
once, so Brandi knew she was more than capable of pulling the trigger.
Her
minute was up and her mother was back, brandishing a semi‑automatic. Brandi grabbed what she could and fled, but
not before her mother stuffed the used condom down her shirt.
"Hmmm,
I see,' I said adjusting my stiff cock.
"I can understand why she was upset." I honestly didn't have a clue as to how to
go about patching up things, but I
definitely wanted to hear more.
"How long had this been going on?"
"From
the time he moved in... I never knew my
dad. On my birth certificate he's
listed as "unknown". Ever
since I can remember, Mom's been shacked with one guy or another. One month, six months, a week, a year...
there was always a new "uncle" sleeping in her bed. Mom had been shacked up with another guy
for about a year before Buck moved in.
They didn't get married until about a year ago after the docs gave
grandpa six months to live. It was
obvious that very soon, she was going to inherit grandpa's house and
money. That's why he married her.
"Anyway,
I was in junior high, around fourteen I guess.
Mom always worked on Saturdays and Buck was always off fishing on
Saturdays and I was always home, alone.
"There
were these two really cute guys, brothers, that lived next door. They were older, in high school. I thought that they were God's gift to
girls. I mean, the guys at my school
were so childish. These guys were cool,
really cool. Anyway, the Branson Boys
from next door started paying attention to me. I liked that, I liked that a
lot. They said how they'd like to take
me out, but I was too young.
"I
invited them over. We smoked a little
pot. Got high. Got naked.
I don't remember which of them did me first. Doesn't matter, they spent all day doing me. The next Saturday, we did it again and the
Saturday after that, plus just about every afternoon after school.
"Then
while I was on my knees blowing them, Buck walked in. He hadn't gone fishing that Saturday. I can still hear him shout, 'Ya boys better get the hell outta
here!' They scrambled for whatever
clothes they could grab and ran out the back door, buck‑naked!
"I
reached for my dress that was on the floor.
Buck stomped his foot on it and snarled, 'Leave it!'"
"Girl,
y're a real slut!" growled Buck as he looked down at the nude girl at his
feet. "Ain't ya? And here I
thought ya was the nice and innocent type.
Goddamn, doin' two boys at once!
What a slutty tramp ya are!
Let's see... how many used rubbers is that on the floor, hmmm, three,
four? Guess that old saying that the
apple don't fall far from the tree is true.
In fact, y're a bigger slut than your mama! Whadda ya think she'll do when finds out that her precious is a
dirty slut tramp whore?"
Brandi's
stomach was in a knot. Looking up she
pleaded, "Don't tell mama. Please."
"Don't
cha worry none, darling, yer secret is safe with me," Buck reassured. "Ya see Brandi, I have a certain
fondness for sluts. Young, pretty
sluts, like you. Now I really don't
give a damn who y're fuckin', but yer mama, this is gonna tear her up something
awful... Ya know how she is. She'll go
fuckin' nuts! I sure would hate to see
yer smooth pretty skin all scarred up after she has finishing whipping yer ass
with a leather belt. Think about
it. For a moment, think just how much
that's gonna hurt. Afterwards, yer
gonna be ugly for months, if not forever."
From
experience, Brandi knew her mother wasn't someone who would spare the strap,
especially when she was angry. Her
mother sometimes lost control. Child
Protective Services got called in once after her mother had beat her for some
offense. That was years ago, but Brandi
remembered it vividly. She never wanted
to be beat like that ever again.
"I'll
keep yer secrets, darling. There are
just some things yer mama don't need to know 'bout. Ya being a slut is one of them.
Ya being my personal slut is another."
Brandi
wasn't at all sure that she had heard him right. But as Buck lowered his zipper, she realized that she'd indeed
heard him correctly.
"I'll
keep yer secrets, slut. Ya keep
mine. Agreed?"
With
her choices limited, Brandi nodded her head in acknowledgement.
"Good." Buck unbuckled his pants and let them fall
to his knees. "Now slut, me and
you, we're gonna have some fun today.
Lots of fun." He unsnapped
his boxers and let them fall.
"The
only dicks I'd ever seen before were Chip and Steve Branson's. Buck's big old boner looked huge compared to
the boys."
"So
he fucked you?" I asked stroking my erection.
"Not
at first. First he had me suck him
off. I could hardly fit it in my
mouth. Afterwards he told me that I had
promise to be real good dick licker, but that I had a lot to learn about
pleasing a man with my mouth. 'But
don't worry darling,' he said, 'ye're young and inexperienced. I'll teach ya. I'll teach ya real good.
In a few weeks ya gonna be a first class cocksucker!'"
"After
I swallowed his spunk and he got soft, I thought it was over. Instead, he kicked off his boots, and
stripped completely. He had me lie on the
floor. He straddled my hips and felt me
up. Then he kissed me. It was awful! He chewed tobacco and he tasted gross! How could mama stand it?
He laughed and said I'd get use to it."
"After
a while my poor titties began to hurt.
He said that they would toughen up in few weeks. Then he got up and led me to the table. 'Sit
up here!' he ordered. I did as I was
told. 'Spread yer legs!' I thought I would die from
embarrassment. 'I said spread yer
legs!' I didn't, I couldn't. He slapped at my leg, hard. It stung!
'When a man tells his slut to spread her legs, she spreads 'em! Now, goddamnit, spread 'em, ya fuckin'
tramp!'"
"I
remember how hot my face felt as I spread my legs so he could see my
pussy. I thought I would die."
"Can't
blame him," I said as I stroked her bottom. "You've got such a pretty pussy."
Playing
the indignant girl, Brandi pouted, "That's what Buck said!"
Immediately
I removed my hand, but she placed it back on her puss. I sank two fingers into her vagina and
pressed her clit with my thumb. She
smiled contentedly as I finger fucked her.
"Do you want me to continue the story, or do you want fuck
me?"
I
pulled my hand from her juicy cunt and let her lick my fingers. "Tell me the story, Brandi... then I'll
fuck you."
She
smiled and then continued. "He
looked at me and stroked me a few times then he said for me to stay put while
he got something. He brought back his
beard trimmer, a razor and some shaving cream.
"Ya've
got a pretty pussy," he said, "but ya look too much like yer
mama."
"What're
you gonna do?"
"Shave
ya pussy, that's what."
"No! Please. No!"
"Shut
the fuck up! Damn! Stop the screechin'! Now I was gonna leave ya some hair, but now,
I think bald is better!"
"No,
I don't want..."
"Listen
up real good, girly. I don't give a
flying fuck what ya want! Yer now my
slut and you'll do as I say. Now, god
damnit; spread 'em!"
"But..."
"One
more word from ya, and I'll blister that pretty behind of yours! I promise, ya won't be able to sit for a week! Now I want yer pussy shaved, so I'm gonna
shave it! Lie back! God damnit, put yer hands to yer
sides."
Brandi
was grinning as she told me the story.
It obviously wasn't a traumatic event to her.
"I
remember how proud I was to have a nice patch of hair and now I going to lose
it. I was going to look like a little girl again, and not the woman that I so
wanted to be. I also remember getting
all worked up as he shaved me. I
remember thinking, 'Oh, god! I'm gonna
cum.' I couldn't possibly let him see
the effect he was having on me, but my body betrayed my growing arousal.
"He
was halfway done, shaving my vulva when he ran a finger up my slit, 'Ya like a man playing with yer pussy. Don't ya?'
"I
couldn't speak. He said, 'Yer all wet,
Brandi. All wet an' juicy. Primed up for a fuckin'.'
"He
stopped shaving me and instead ran his finger up and down my slit, flicking my
clit with each pass. I was about to
explode when he went back to shaving my cunt.
Having finished with my cunny, he told me to pull my legs up against my
chest. 'Reach down and spread yer ass
cheeks.'
"Humiliated
like never before, but also quite worked up, I pulled my butt apart. I nearly went through the ceiling when he
stabbed my asshole with his tongue. No
one had ever touched me there. I didn't think anyone would ever do anything
that nasty! He wiggled his tongue and I
let out a loud moan. 'Ya got a pretty
butt hole, darling,' he said. 'Not too
much hair down there, but too much to leave.'
I gasped as I felt him work a handful of shaving cream in my ass. He took a long time rubbing in the saving
cream. The entire time, I held my butt
open for him. I remember feeling this
rush shoot through me as he ran a finger up my ass.
"He
finger fucked my ass for a long time.
'Ya like that, don't ya slut?' I
did like it. 'Yeah, ya like it, ya like
it a lot.'
"Suddenly
he pulled his finger from my ass and finished shaving my butt crack. Using a wet wash cloth, he removed all the
residual shaving cream and then he worked some of my mama's hand lotion into my
newly shaved skin to soothe it.
"He
lowered his head to my bottom and began licking all around my pussy. Soon, he was licking up my slit and sucking
on my clit. When the orgasm hit, it was
the most intense feeling I'd ever had.
Nothing like the small orgasms I got from fingering myself and nothing
like the all too rare orgasms that the Branson Boys gave me. It was a thunderous orgasm, like the ones
you give me. It left me dazed.
"When
I came around, Buck was standing there with a big smile on his face. He said, 'Here, you put it on,' as he tossed
a wrapped condom on my stomach. I read
the label, just as I ripped the foil package open. It said, 'Rough Ryder'.
I'd never seen anything like it before.
It was a funny purple color and it was bristling with studs. I rolled it over his stiff cock. I remember how shocked I was, as the thing
unrolled over his prick. The studs were
everywhere! Not only covering the head,
but all the way down the shaft too! His
cock looked like something out of a sci‑fi movie!
"I
was still sitting on the table, legs spread.
Holding me by my shoulders, he moved in closer. I watched has the big alien‑looking
cock touched my freshly shaved pussy. I
felt the studs raking over my cunt lips as he pushed in. The studs raked across my clit as well as
stimulating my entire pussy.
"I
cried out, overwhelmed by the intense stimulation and flopped back down on the
table to be fucked by my mama's boyfriend. I started cumming almost immediately
and I kept cumming until he was finished with me."
"Hmmm,
maybe I should get me some of those," I mused.
"You
hate condoms," she correctly observed.
"Not
for everyday use. Just for special
occasions, like when I want to reward you for being a good girl."
"Really? Could you?"
"Sure,
baby. If you'd like something like
that, I'll get some for you. Did Buck
use those things on you very often?"
"No,
not really. Buck said that even though
it drove women wild, it was too thick for him to feel a thing."
"So
he used it just once?"
"No. A few times. I had to beg him to use one.
He'd always made me do something nasty in return."
"Nasty? Like what."
"Licking
his butt hole."
"Hey,
you seem to like liking my ass."
"Of
course I do. But not at first. Buck isn't nearly as careful with his
personal hygiene as you are. It was
gross!"
"But
you grew to like it."
"Yeah,
once I made sure that he was clean, it was okay. You know, after a shower."
"So
I take it he screwed you every chance he got."
"Yeah,
you could say that. It wasn't long
after Buck started doing me that the Branson's moved away. By that time, I really didn't care. They were only interested in getting their
jollies off. Buck was more
considerate. Like you!"
"So
Buck and I are about the same?"
"Not
by a long shot. Buck taught me a lot,
but you send me in orbit! You treat me
like I mean something to you. To Buck,
I was just a slut that was available to him whenever Momma wasn't home."
"You
miss him?"
"No! Not at all!
I've got you silly!"
To be continued...
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