## Archive-name: nextdoor-omni

From: gregh@gpu.utcs.utoronto.ca (G. Hurtault)

Subject: STORY Repost: Girls Next Door

Newsgroups: alt.sex

Hi there people, just thought that I'd re-post some old stories that
I have. Keep in mind that I didn't write this or any of the other ones
that I will post in the next while. Enjoy!!!!

Archive-name: nextdoor-omni

The Girls Next Door
by
Mr. Neb
January 9, 1991

I had been living in the apartment building for three years. The two
women had been next door for the past two. Over the course of time, we
exchanged the typical pleasantries and small talk. Eventually we
developed a comfortable but relatively casual relationship. I would help
them out if they needed some other heavy work done or if something needed
fixing. They would reciprocate by presenting me with some delicious baked
goodies, especially around the holidays. They also helped me dress up my
apartment by suggesting things like plants, accent pillows and other such
things so much more appreciated by women. They would even invite me over
for dinner occasionally. The meal was always exceptional since Donna was
a trained gourmet chef. (Or would that be chef-ess? chefette?)

I always enjoyed it when I got the chance to see these two women but I
never explored any romantic opportunities with them. I'm not really much
of a "lady killer" and don't do too well when I meet women. I guess I'm a
bit shy really. But for some reason, women seem to relax around me. I
guess they figure that I'm not going to put some flashy moves on them.
They sometime treat me like their brother. I am not very threatening.
That usually makes it all the more difficult for me to try to develop a
romance. I suppose another reason was because I was seeing this other
women pretty seriously. I like things pretty simple and didn't want to
complicate one relationship and possibly screw up a nice friendship.
Besides, if I started dating one, that would probably cause some ill
feelings in the other. Too many ways to get into trouble.

That isn't to say I didn't fantasize about them. Many times I would allow
my thoughts to wonder to torrid visions of sexual encounters with my
neighbors.

Our two apartment were in the crux of an L-shaped building that faced a
picturesque hillside. The windows were extra large in the living room and
bedroom to take advantage of the view. This also meant that if the
curtains were open, we could see into each other's apartment. I typically
kept the curtains in the living room open all the time.

One of my favorite pastimes was to sit in my easy chair by the window and
read. I also regularly glanced upward to see if Donna or Alicia could be
seen. If they were, we usually exchanged a friendly wave. We were all
pretty comfortable with the relationship.

Over time, I have seen the girls entertain the gamete of relatives, girl
friends and boy friends. I must admit that I always felt just a bit sad
when a boy friend was visiting and the drapes became closed as the evening
progressed.

Eventually, and inevitably, my relationship with Marilyn turned sour and
we broke up. Even during it's best moments it could only be described as
flat and not too terribly exciting. But a loss is a loss and I went
through the obligatory depression and sorry-for-myself period.

One evening, while in this emotional funk, I was reading and glanced over
the tops of my reading glasses and into my neighbor's living room window.
There were about 5 or 6 women visiting and it looked like they were having
some kind of party. This struck me as a bit unusual so I watched a bit
more intently.

It didn't take long for me to figure out what was going on. They were
having one of those lingerie parties. One woman was presenting her wares
to the invitees. They were drinking white wine and there was lots of
giggling going on. I couldn't hear anything but from their gestures, it
wasn't too difficult to imagine what they were saying.

"OH NO! I couldn't wear that!" a very over-weight woman must have been
saying while she covered her mouth with one hand and pointed to the very
small sheer teddy being held up by the matronly woman that was wearing too
much make-up.

I then saw slender Alicia take the garment and hold it over her tight
fitting T-shirt and faded jeans. "She could wear that just fine", I
caught myself saying out loud.

I went back to my book but checked in on the party occasionally. It
eventually broke up around 8 o'clock. I watched Donna and Alicia make
their way around the apartment picking up after their guests had left.
Although the hillside is nice, I rather preferred the view of two very
attractive women repeatedly bending over in very tight jeans.

I was just about to finish reading and close the book when I took one more
glance across the way. In the window was Donna waving at me as if she had
been trying to get my attention for some time. She was mouthing "come on
over". There was nothing unusual about the request so I thought little of
it and preceded to do as was suggested.

As soon as the door opened, I was greeted with a big hug and a kiss on the
cheek by Donna. The stereo was pretty loud but I doubt if the two of them
noticed it. They were probably pretty used to it by now. The air was
pretty stale so it was a good thing that Donna went over to open the
living room window. There was a heavy odor of sweet cheep perfumes. I
assumed that it came from the perfumes of their guests and the assortment
of body oils, lotions, candles and incense that had probably been whiffed
by the gathering. There was also another scent that I was much more
familiar with but I couldn't place it. It was much more delicate and
seemed almost straining to get through the other, more artificial smells.
I liked it. What was it? I knew that smell.

Donna, now standing before the screened window, turned to me and said in a
louder than necessary voice, "Wanna glass of wine? It's really good."
She giggled and she went of to fetch one without waiting for my answer.
It was pretty clear to me that she was already quite familiar with the
wine. I have the feeling that they had spent most of the afternoon
getting well acquainted.

Silently, I wondered, "Where's Alicia?"

As if on cue, out from the hall way swished Alicia. "Swished" was the
only way to describe it! I could swear I heard a swishing sound as she
went right past me towards the kitchen to join her roommate.

"Hi Rick", she said to me and preceded stop and talk to the closed door to
the kitchen. "Hey! How do I look?", she asked the door. I think she
too had been introduced to the "good" wine.

Alicia stood a few feet in front of me facing the kitchen door. Like her
roommate, she wore a T-shirt and jeans. But over this unremarkable
ensemble was a pink and very sheer ...uh..wrap?..no...uh...robe?....nope,
definitely not a robe. I'm not sure what you'd call it. It came down to
the middle of her very attractive buttocks and was trimmed in some kind
of furry stuff that ran around the lower edge and up the front. Even with
the T-shirt and jeans I could tell that this garment had great
possibilities.

Donna zoomed out of the kitchen and almost collided into Alicia. (I was
to find out that there would be a lot of "zooming" and "swishing" going
on this evening.)

Stopping just momentarily, Donna said, "Looks great". She then continued
her zooming and zoomed right up to me. She handed me the wine, whispered
into my ear, "Sorry to hear about Marilyn. But we love you." She again
kissed me on the cheek. I suppose I was to take comfort in that.

Turning to her oddly dressed roommate she continued, "...but don't take my
word for it. Ask Rickey here. He's probably a better judge than me."

I hated being called Rickey. I hated it even when I was 8 and I hate it
at 28. But somehow I resisted the urge to tell her. What was that smell?

"So wadda ya think Rick. Do ya like it? Does it turn you on?", Alicia
asked sarcastically. Then she mockingly twirled in her little nighty.

"Kinda hard to tell but I think it has possibilities", I said casually as
I took my first sip of the "good" wine. Augh! The "good" wine violently
attacked every well trained taste bud on my tongue. Did they pour this
from the wrong bottle?

My remark didn't seem to register with Alicia. Donna sat down on the easy
chair and I sat on the sofa with my back to the hallway. Alicia just
zoomed back down the hallway.

"Had a party here today?", I nonchalantly asked.

"Yeah", Donna answered. "We had a bunch of girls here for a lingerie
party. It was fun." She took a big gulp of her wine and then giggled.
No doubt caused by a mental flash of the earlier festivities. "Got kinda
crazy for a while. Especially when the sex toys came out. You know.
Dildos and Ben-Wa balls and stuff." I felt a little uncomfortable with
the unnecessary clarification. "But they had some pretty sexy clothes."

Then I saw her eyes open very wide with surprise. Her mouth did likewise.
Her gaze shifted to over and behind me.

"Holy shit", she gasped.

I could only assume that a huge oak hutch filled to capacity with very
heavy earthenware was about to crash down and squash me. With an obvious
ducking movement I swung around to see the instrument of my destruction.

There was no hutch about to crush me but the feeling of eminent disaster
did not leave me. Alicia was walking towards us but oblivious to the fact
that she had both of our undivided attentions. She was busy attempting to
tie the only two strings that served to close her new nighty just below
the neck.

During Alicia's absence, she had removed the T-shirt and jeans and had
also put on the rest of the outfit. Under her almost transparent top was
a tiny matching pink bra. It was cut extremely low and barely covered her
nipples that pressed hard against the pink material.

Since her top could only be closed above her breasts, it was open below
them. Her very curvaceous and slender waste was exposed. The tiniest of
pink triangles covered her womanhood and it was held in place by the
thinnest of strings that made the most enviable trip over and around her
lovely hips.

Once the top was tied, she opened her arms and asked, "How's this?" I
think she knew the answer which was good because both Donna and I were
speechless. Then she twirled without the mocking gestures. Her ample
breasts bounced and jiggled with her movements. That bra was a marvel of
textile engineering.

Once her twirl was finished, she slipped around the sofa and bounced
herself down. Some parts of her body did more bouncing than others and
also did it longer. I took a gulp of my wine.

"Holy shit Alicia", I heard Donna repeat. At least I thought it was
Donna. I wasn't exactly looking at her when I heard it but I assumed it
was her. I might have been me but I'm pretty sure it was her.

"I take it you like this better", Alicia asked.

"No shit", is what I thought but did not say.

Donna turned to me and asked, "You're not into that pinky virginal
sweetsy crap are you Rick?" Still unable to answer, she added, "I'll
really show you something special." And with that she got up and did her
own zooming down the hall.

"Well are you gonna stare at my tits or are you gonna pour me some more of
that good wine?", Alicia snapped with a smile.

I got up, backed toward the kitchen, almost tripped over the coffee table
and stumbled through the kitchen door. Once inside, I felt myself begin
to breathe again. Sweat was beginning to form on my forehead. My heart
was pounding. I leaned against the counter to collect myself. I looked
for the wine.

"Hurry up in there Rickey"

Among the messy hors d'oeuvres I spotted a green half gallon jug. That
must be the wine. I grabbed the skinny neck of the bottle and made my way
back into the living room.

As I entered, so did Donna from across the room. I dropped the skinny
necked bottle on my foot. I didn't feel it.

"You strike me as this kind of guy", Donna asserted. She also twirled
around.

She was dressed in a black-lace teddy with red lace trim. She wore black
stockings with garter belts and black heeled shoes. The teddy was french
cut well over her hips. That cut was almost as high as her neck-line was
cut low. A wide and deep V plunged between Donna's large breasts. Beside
her nipples there was little else of her breasts that couldn't be seen.

I stopped breathing again.

Donna moved over to me. She placed her arms around my neck and gave me
another hug. I felt her breasts press against me. I also felt a tingling
between my legs. I probably had experienced that tingling several times
already but this was the first time that I noticed it.

She slipped behind me without breaking her hug. Then she whispered into
my ear, "This is what you want, isn't it. God, you're a sexy man. All
you need is a big cock and you'd be perfect."

I guess technically, under that rather limited set of criteria, I could
now consider myself perfect.

"Wanna show me?", Donna added as she came around to the front of me and
backed away.

She took my hand and led me over to the sofa. I sat with Donna on one
side and Alicia on the other. The two of them began kissing my face.
They started rubbing their hands all around my chest. What was I supposed
to do now? AND WHAT WAS THAT SMELL! IT WAS DRIVING ME CRAZY!

I guess all men of any maturity eventually reach the point in an
uncomfortable situation where instinct takes over. Like the point in time
where an airline pilot knows he is going down and if he took the time to
think about all the things he must do next, everyone would perish. But
all his training and gut instincts take over in such a crisis situation.
He reacts with an inner knowledge and confidence. He becomes automatic.
He becomes a machine that responds with lightning speed. His mind
calculates and processes options instantly. There is never a moment of
hesitation. He becomes a superman. All are saved. He is a hero.

I am no different. My mind and body knew what to do. Hell, one part of
it was already doing it. My initial shock was quickly fading and was
being overcome with much less sophisticated thoughts. They were much more
basic and primitive. I was rising to the occasion, literally. I couldn't
let all those people in that plane die. One false step and we would be
doomed. I had to perform brilliantly. It was all up to me. I couldn't
let them down.

My mind, although a bit rusty, began to kick into high gear. Quickly the
crust of inactivity broke away and revealed a still well lubricated and
functioning mechanism.

With my arms wrapped around my two friends, I squeezed them close to me.
They ignored the gesture and kept kissing me feverishly. Donna slid her
hand down from my chest and pressed it between my legs. She cupped my
balls firmly through my pants and repeatedly squeezed them. I felt my
penis working hard to press from under her grasp. She would not let it.
She followed the expanding member as it grew and started tugging at me.
Occasionally she would pause to slid her hand up and down its length.

"You DO have a big cock, don't you?", she whispered loud enough for Alicia
and I to hear.

I recall grunting something unintelligible.

Not wanting to blindly accept Donna's assessment for her own, Alicia's
hand joined Donna's and they both stroked and played with me through my
clothes.

I hugged the two women again and let my hand fall down from around their
shoulders. I slipped each hand underneath their panties and found myself
with two handfuls of the most delicious buttocks you could ever imagine.
They were firm, warm and very smooth.

Leaning to one side caused my left hand to slip from Alicia's ass but
plunge deep into Donna's panties. My fingers made their way down between
her cheeks and around to the front of her crotch. They were pleasantly
greeted by a hot steamy wetness that signaled Donna's aroused condition.
The texture was delightfully thick and slippery. I was enjoying this as
much as she obviously was. I pressed down further and allowed my middle
finger to slip deep into Donna's pussy. At the same instant she stopped
kissing my face, grabbed my crotch hard, and with a hot breathy expulsion
of air, whispered into my ear, "oh yes! Fuck my pussy. Fuck me."

I began to do exactly as she requested. I pressed another finger into her
and started to thrust them in and out of her eager pussy. She was getting
wetter by the second. She was also drawing into herself. Like a
parachutest about to lunge through the open door of an airplane, she
prepared for her orgasmic plunge into oblivion. She let go of my now rock
hard penis. She stopped kissing me and let her head fall back on her
shoulders. She sat more upright so I could press even deeper into her.
Her breathing became faster and so did my thrusting. I could feel her
hard clitoris press against my wet palm. She was about to come.

Totally ignoring her friend, Alicia kept kissing my face and neck. But
when Donna let go of my cock, so did she. It was for a different reason
though. Her deft hands quickly undid my belt and zipper. My pants were
soon down to my ankles. With equal ease and a little help from me, she
slipped my shorts down as well. She grabbed me firmly and held me
straight up.

"Mmmmm", she muttered as if confronted with a long desired desert.

She slid down off the couch and positioned herself between my legs.
Looking at me with naughty eyes she licked her lips, opened her mouth wide
and sucked me in completely. My body reacted with a shudder. Nosily and
wetly she sucked me in and out of her mouth. She intentionally let large
amounts of saliva drip all over me when she licked my cock with her mouth
open.

Donna was totally unaware of anything but her impending orgasm. It began
with quick erratic breaths. She fell against my shoulder.

Mixed between her hot gasps I heard, "Huh...Huh...I'm coming...Oh, God!..
I'm coming...yes...Yes..."

And come she did. My hand first felt her muscles clench down on my
fingers. Then I felt a flood of warm wetness. I quickened my movements.
I was using my whole hand to rub every part of her. It got wetter and
wetter with each spasm. I could literally feel pools of female cum
collect in the crevices of my hand. She wrapped her arms tightly around
me as if trying to hold on against a violent wind.

Then she stopped moving. Her orgasm was over. I had never experienced
so violent an orgasm in a women before and certainly not by just fondling
her. She kissed me on the lips. Her full lips parted and I felt her warm
wet tongue press between my own lips. Her breath was hot and panting. It
excited me even further. I drew my hand from between her legs and it left
with a noisy squishing sound. I held her face in my hand while our
tongues made their own love to each other.

THAT WAS IT! That was the hauntingly exciting aroma I had smelled
earlier. Only now it wasn't bombarded by the smell of cheap wine and a
multitude of perfumes of equal quality. My two friends, along with their
guests, had gotten themselves so worked up that even that faint, sweet,
exquisite, erotic scent could still be detected by a nose that truly knows
no better thrill.

I touched our joined lips with my wet fingers. My nostrils filled with
the wonderful scent of Donna's cum. I added the warm and slippery cum to
our kissing. We both took delight in kissing and licking it from my
fingers.

In a wicked and determined voice Donna promised, "I will also taste your
cum."

Our attentions now turned to Alicia who was dutifully devouring my cock.
She was all over me like a crazed woman. She paid equal attention to my
balls. She was very good at what she was doing. Each time she slid my
cock between those luscious red lips of hers, I could feel the back of her
tongue caressing me. Time and time again I intentionally squeezed my
groin muscles full knowing that I was pressing more and more of my pre-cum
into Alicia's mouth. Each time she just took me in that much deeper as if
to say, "Give me all you can."

Donna stood up and removed all of her clothes while Alicia continued her
expert work. She stood naked and beautiful before me. I used both my
hands to rub her stomach and breasts. I also spent some time teasing and
caressing the small and very erect nipples of her large firm breasts. I
occasionally returned a hand to between her legs to retrieve some of her
magical wetness and used it to lubricate and excite her nipples. More
than once she intercepted my hand and brought it to her mouth to lick the
cum from my fingers. She seemed to know of it's special appeal to me.

Then Donna stepped around behind Alicia and undressed her. They were now
both naked. Donna interrupted her friend and said, "I want him to suck my
pussy."

Alicia smiled with my dick still in her mouth and then stood up. The two
of them slid me to the floor. Facing me, Donna straddled my shoulders and
pressed her crotch down onto my face. She was still very wet with cum and
I was more than eager to lick and suck it from her. I pressed my tongue
far into her cunt and playfully lapped at the folds within her. I also
licked at her clitoris. That made her squirm about on my face and smear
it with her warm cum.

"Oh you taste so good", I said. "I love the taste of your cum."

"I'm glad", she replied. "I want to feel your tongue in my cunt. I want
to feel you suck my cum from my pussy. Your tongue feels so good in me.
Fuck me with your tongue."

Alicia said, "Stop for a second."

We did and looked at her.

"I want to have your hard dick deep inside my pussy. I'm so wet from
sucking on your cock. I could taste your cum. It made me so fucking hot.
I want you to fuck me. Look. See?"

She squatted over my cock and used the fingers of one hand to spread
the lips of her pussy. Her exposed clitoris was erect and a very deep
pink. Her other hand was busy rubbing it and spreading her wetness all
over herself. And then a most remarkable thing happened. Her own
caresses caused her to get so wet that a long strand of lubrication slowly
stretched from her cunt. The clear slender thread stretched down
continuously until it touched me at the tip of my extended cock. It was
warm and wonderful.

Then she started using my cock to spread it even further. I felt like I
was being tortured. She was stroking me up and down. I wanted to come so
bad.

I went back to licking Donna's pussy in hopes of delaying my orgasm. Then
I felt Alicia sit down. My well slickened cock easily slipped deep into
her cunt. I involuntarily let out a deep gasp. So did Alicia. Without a
pause, she started moving up and down on my shaft. Each time she would
draw me to the verge of loosing me from her vagina and then sit down
again, impaling herself once more.

"Oh God. Your cunt feels so good. It's so tight around my cock. I'm
gonna cum real soon."

"I want you to", Alicia softly replied. "Come deep into my cunt."

Donna got up off of me and kissed me hard on my cum covered lips. Then
she moved down closer to where Alicia was riding me. Donna reached under
her friend and grabbed my cock. She began to stroke me while Alicia
continued moving up and down. She also used her hand to help stimulate
Alicia's clit.

Faster and faster Alicia moved on me. She closed her eyes and seemed to
do what Donna had done when her orgasm was approaching.

She started to move erratically. Her chest expanded and contracted with
deep gasps. Her wonderful breasts jiggled with each breath. Then she
came. I felt her squeeze me tight. Like Donna, Alicia came hard and a
lot. I felt her cunt flow and cover me with her warm cum. I could see my
cock glisten with the clear slick juice that pressed out of her with each
thrust.

This was all too much for me. "I'm gonna cum!", I warned. They ignored
me.

Every muscle seemed to contract at once. Alicia sat down on me and
stopped moving. I felt my dick release a long burst of cum deep into her.

"Oh yes", she said. "I feel you coming."

Alicia was slowly lifting herself up when I spasmed again. I saw my thick
white cream ooze out from Alicia's cunt. She leaned far back. Donna then
pulled my cock from within her friend and started rubbing Alicia's
clitoris with my still spurting head.

Again and again I came. Each burst splattered long thick strands of white
cum on Alicia's pussy and up along her abdomen. Donna then fulfilled her
earlier promise. As my orgasm began to subside, she sucked me into her
mouth. She laid her face against her friends cum covered abdomen and
gladly accepted the last remaining spurts of semen.

When my orgasm was over, she withdrew my spend cock from her mouth. She
had not swallowed my ejaculate and now let it slide back out from between
her talented lips. She deposited it back onto my cock and caressed its
length with pursed lips.

With cum still clinging to her cheeks and lips, she now turned her
attentions to Alicia's pussy just a head turn away. I watched Donna's
tongue tickle Alicia's clitoris and occasionally press into her pussy
still dripping with my cum.

Soon our passions subsided and we just looked at each other not sure what
to say next. We were content and satisfied.

After a few moments I heard myself aske, "Got any more of that good wine."

I deserved it. I had brought the plane down safely.

He was young - only 17. He'd been my waiter at lunch, at the busy restaurant in the museum I'd been wandering through. He had the look of an artist, or a musician. Tall (over six feet) and very slim - almost skinny, in fact - with long black hair combed straight back from his forehead and falling over his collar in back. During the course of the meal, I discovered that it was his birthday - and that he was very attracted to me. The first piece of information came tumbling out of him in conversation. The second was in his eyes.

As luck would have it, I was his last table of the day. I wonder how I would have arranged it, otherwise. All I know is that I would have thought of something. I left the restaurant and walked back to a display from which I could watch the entrance. He would have to walk by me to leave the museum. When he did, I timed my stroll to "coincidentally" cross his path.

He looked at me in pleased surprise.

"Oh, hello, John," I said. "Going off to celebrate your birthday, I guess. What's on the agenda for tonight?"

"Nothing, I'm afraid," he answered. "I just moved to New York and I have no friends here to speak of. I'll probably have dinner somewhere and spend the evening at home."

"That's terrible!" I said, blessing my guardian angel. "I don't think anyone should be alone on their birthday! Oh, by the way, my name's Michelle."

It only took a few minutes. I was easy to manipulate the conversation, first to things he might do, then to movies he liked, and finally to a movie we were both interested in. Before he knew it, he was going to meet me at a theater near my apartment.

At the theater, he was warm and bubbling with energy. At 32, I was almost twice his age - but it didn't seem to matter to him. Of course, I like to think that I don't look my age at all (maybe 25, at the outside!) but it was still wonderful to see that he paid no attention to it at all.

We made a striking couple. He had changed into the regulation downtown uniform of black pants with a big, full-cut black shirt and black boots. I wore a black leather mini and an off-the- shoulder black mohair sweater. With my heels, I was almost on a par with his 6'5" height. We were the center of attention in the waiting line.

I hardly remember the movie. What I remember is him buying me popcorn and keeping up a steady stream of chatter as we waited for the show to start. Then, in the dark, that electrifying instant when his arm brushed my thigh, and all of a sudden everything changed.

The air was charged with sexuality. I could FEEL him in the dark - feel his attention on me. His arm, on the armrest against mine, seemed to reach out for me. I let my legs lean to the left, toward him, and felt his knee brush mine as he changed position. He stayed there, not moving his leg, for the longest time - and I loved it!

We left the movie in a different mood than we had been in earlier. There was a charge to the air, an expectation, that hadn't been there before. I invited him back to my apartment and cooked him a quick pasta primavera for his birthday. After dinner, we sat together on the couch and drank our coffee. I could feel that he wanted to make some kind of a move - but he was too inexperienced and nervous to figure out what to do.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom. While in there, I freshened my makeup and fixed my hair. I knew exactly what I wanted to do - and I was surprised to find my heart pounding like a schoolgirl's as I returned to the living room.

"I have a birthday present for you, John," I said, as I entered the room.

"Oh, no, Michelle, I couldn't accept anything from you! You've been so nice already - it's too much!"

"I think you'll find this is perfect - at least I hope so!" I said, as I walked over to the couch. Kneeling down in front of him, between his long, sprawled-out legs, I began to unbuckle his belt.

His eyes were wide in surprise. I could tell that he couldn't believe what was happening. In a moment, his pants were unzipped and I was tugging them down from his waist. He woke up enough, then, to raise his hips, and I hooked my index fingers in the waistband of his briefs and pulled everything down at once.

I had known, from little glimpses I'd caught of his crotch during the day together, that he was far from small - but my heart was in my throat as his lowered briefs exposed the cock beneath them. It was magnificent! Over eight inches long, and really thick, it was like nothing I had ever had before! It sprang free of it's confinement and stood up like an arrow, pointing toward his chin.

I desperately wanted it - but I took the extra moment, teasing both myself and him, to remove his shoes, socks, pants and underpants. Then I had him in front of me, naked from the waist down. The butterflies I had in my stomach earlier had travelled south and become a charge of sexual excitement in my lower abdomen and my pussy. The skirt was so tight that I couldn't even get my hand under there - so I had to just kneel there and squeeze my thighs together as tightly as I could, savoring the rush of pleasure it brought.

Then I reached out, circled his beautiful cock with my right hand and drew it toward me. Sitting back on my heels, I looked up into his eyes and lowered my head to place a kiss on the swelling, red head. While my lips were still pressed against him, I opened them and stuck just the tip of my tongue out, to lick him from just below the head up to the opening in the center. I felt the little jerk as his partially-erect cock jumped with pleasure.

I continued to tease both of us, by licking back and forth like that. I felt his cock GROWING - getting even longer and thicker as I played with him, and becoming steel-hard underneath that silky-soft skin. I began to lick around the head in a circular motion, my tongue giving special attention to that little flap of skin under the front of the head. Each time the tip passed over that little, secret place, his cock jumped in excitement.

Drawing my head back so that I could see all of his beautiful prick, I took it in both hands at once. I stroked him for a moment, and looked up to see his eyes riveted on my hands, watching them pulling the skin up and back - the right one (on top) occasionally rubbing over the head.

"Your hands are so beautiful," he said. "They look so sexy wrapped around my cock!"

When he said "cock", it was like the word went THROUGH me - just the sound of it sent shivers through my body. I smiled up at him, looking straight into his eyes.

"If you think my HANDS look good wrapped around your cock," I said, "wait'll you see what my LIPS look like!"

I continued to look straight into his eyes, and bent forward. Holding him in my right hand, and gently cupping his balls in my left, I opened my mouth and took his cock as deep into my mouth as I could.

He really filled my mouth up! I mean, he was no Johnny Wadd - no 14 inches - but I'VE never seen anything bigger, and that drove me wild! As I slid my mouth up and down his big prick, I couldn't really suck him the way I would anyone else. For one thing, I couldn't get more than about three-quarters of him in! It wasn't so much the length as it was the size of the head - it was so big around that it was difficult to get it very far back in my mouth! And my jaw began to ache almost immediately, from having to keep my mouth so far open.

I looked up at him frequently, from my vantage point between his legs. His eyes almost never left me, which was wonderful! Most men close their eyes for as much as half of a blowjob - and I like to see them looking at me. I like it when they comment on how it turns them on to watch. And he did that! It was obvious that he'd been given head a few times before, but not in the way I was doing it to him now.

To give my jaws a rest, I reluctantly drew my head back up off his cock and began to kiss and lick him in a trail down the front. When I got to his balls, I carefully took one of them in my mouth and rolled it around gently with my tongue while I continued to stroke him with my right hand. That really set him off - he began to moan and to thrust hard with his hips, fucking my hand hard. So I took the other ball in too, and got a grip on his cock with BOTH hands and started to really stroke hard. His movements got more and more wild - then suddenly I heard him mumble almost unintelligably "Just a little bit more" and I knew I was too close to the end! So I just stopped.

He was in agony! I didn't intend to stop permanently - just long enough to allow him to get his breath back. I just didn't want the experience of sucking him to end so quickly, that's all. I finally got him to understand that, and he relaxed a little bit. Now, I was sure that the only oral sex he'd had was with relatively inexperienced girls in high school (and I later found out I was right).

Once he realized that there was no hurry, as far as I was concerned, and that I really LOVED what I was doing - and that all we had to do to make the pleasure last was to bring him up to the edge and then rest for a moment - he was happy to go on letting me eat him for about forty minutes or so. I revelled in it. I had such a young, hard, BIG cock to play with that I didn't want anything else. I knew I'd be taken care of later, so I just gave myself over to sucking him.

At one point, after sucking his balls again, I put my head down deep between his legs and began to lick his asshole. As I held his balls out of the way with my left hand, rolling them around in the sack, and jerked his big prick with my right, I ran my tongue around and over his puckered ass - and finally stiffened it as much as I could and pushed it a little ways in. That drove him nuts! At first he tried to get me to stop (probably shocked that someone would want to lick his ass) but then he gave in to it - and I nearly lost him there, for a moment!

Finally, though, we got to the point where he wouldn't stop. At the end, he just refused to let me back off from his cock. He held my head down with BOTH of his hands and began to fuck my mouth! His cock was too big for me to take that - he began, unintentionally, to hurt the back of my throat with his thrusts. Finally, I was able to get up off him for a moment, and I told him to calm down. I explained that, if he'd let me, I'd bring him off better than anything he had ever felt. He apologised, and looked so sheepish that I had to laugh - and he thought that I was making fun of him. For a minute, I thought we'd lose the moment - but he was too interested in cumming for that, thank God!

I got a good grip on him with both hands, my left down near his balls and my right up under the head. I'm no small woman, and I had BOTH hands full of cock at this point. I took his head and a couple of inches of his cock into my mouth and rested my mouth against the back of my right hand, then started to jerk him off with both hands at once - with my mouth keeping time and staying right against my hand.

He started to fuck really hard, and I knew that we were nearly there. I kept watching him as I sucked. I wanted to see the look on his face when he shot! He was still looking at me, but his eyes were strangely unfocussed - like he was seeing me and not seeing me at the same time.

When it happened, there was no warning at all! He just groaned really loud - and the cum started flooding my mouth! I couldn't believe how much there was. At the same moment, his eyes SNAPPED into focus, and he was staring at me - watching every movement.

The first couple of shots actually filled my mouth up! I wanted him to see everything, so I tried NOT to swallow for a minute, so that I could give him a good show - but that didn't work at all! I finally HAD to swallow, because the cum kept pouring out of him! I had remembered that young men frequently have a lot, but I couldn't believe this! For the first time, I had cum dripping down my chin and my neck because I COULDN'T keep up with the flow! As he got toward the end of his orgasm, but was still shooting, I pulled my head back and drew my mouth off his cock. Opening it up so that he could SEE the mouthfull I still had, I continued to stroke his cock with my hands.

The shots continued with enough force to arc into my mouth - and a couple landed on my cheek, which I loved! This was the first time I had ever given a blowjob the way I had dreamed of doing it! He watched the cum landing on my face in fascination, and I could tell that he LOVED that and the way I looked, smiling up at him with a mouthfull of his sperm! When it was finally over, I held him gently in my left hand, feeling the big cock shrinking rapidly. I stroked him lightly, and gently ran my thumb over the still-soaking head, while I used my right hand to wipe the cum off my chin and cheek and licked up every drop! He watched in fascination, and later told me that I had made real one of his most frequent fantasies. He thought I did it for him - but it was definitely for both of us!

When it was over, he was like a puppy - all tail-wagging and grateful. When he asked what he could do for me, I just stood up, smiled, and led him into the bedroom. By the next morning, I had been more than paid back!!

----- | Greg Hurtault
/ \ | gregh@gpu.utcs.utoronto.ca
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\______/ | Is that a wiggle or a struggle?" "Macho King" Randy Savage

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