Schooldaze — Part 3
Schooldaze — Part 3
For the next eight weeks I sucked Henry's cock as our desires and
schedules permitted. Sometimes I would just throw on some panties, a
slip, and some makeup and gulp his tool. Other times I would get the
dildo out and we'd have a 'complete' session. For practice, I always
tried to stay 'in voice,' regardless of how long a session lasted.
A 'complete' session usually consisted of me getting dressed up all the
way--skirt, blouse, heels, etc. Then we'd fool around on the bed for a
while with me teasing and stroking his panty-clad cock and him *******
my tits and occasionally reaching inside my bra cups to tweak my
nipples.
After awhile I'd release 'Little Hank' from his satin prison and start
sucking like it was the last cock I'd ever see. Eventually, the dildo
would come out. Sometimes I would stick it to the bedrail like the first
time. Other times, Henry would use it on me, sawing it in and out of my
hungry hole.
A couple of times we got more inventive and stuck it to the side of the
pedestal sink in the bathroom. Henry would sit on the edge of the
bathtub and I'd blow him while I 'got fucked' just bent over at the
waist. Those were some of our hottest sessions.
Afterwards, I would shower and then slip into a satin nightgown. Henry
had continued to buy me whatever took his fancy. If it was the first
time I wore one of his gifts, he would jump me as soon as I emerged from
the bathroom in it. It really took me by surprise the first time he
grabbed me.
He hoisted me clean off of my feet into his arms and then laid me on my
bed, my head near the edge. He hovered over me, straddling my head, his
semi-erect cock conveniently close to my mouth. I opened wide and sucked
him in. As he reached full hardness I pushed away from the wall until my
head hung over the edge of the bed. Then Henry proceeded to fuck my
face, literally, his balls all but smothering me, covering my nostrils
as he buried his bone to the hilt again and again and again.
After a second session like that, I would drift off to sleep. If I slept
in a nightgown, I always awoke with Henry's early-morning hard on at my
lips.
Only every so often Henry would feel me up, but he never touched my own
cock in my panties. Once he actually came close, his thumbs brushing my
hardness as they returned from my stockinged legs. He paused and an
electric shock went through me. I thought for a brief moment that he
might actually stroke me off. I wanted him to so very badly. But as soon
as I thrust my hips up, he withdrew.
Henry had a beautiful cock and I appreciated the freedom he allowed me.
I loved how good he felt in my mouth and the way his cum tasted, but I
was starting to hunger for more. Under Ms. Callahan's tutelage, I seldom
had fewer than three or four cocks at a time to suck, and the lack of
variety was starting to weigh on my mind.
Fate, however, soon intervened.
It was time for mid-term exams and we were all pretty worn out. We'd
been studying our brains out and working on papers and such. Henry and I
had finished our last tests and were chilling out in our room when there
as a knock on the door. "Come in," we both chimed.
"Hey guys," Brendan said. We hurried to stash the beer we were drinking.
He seldom made surprise visits, but his justice was known to be swift
and terrible. He sat down on the far edge of my bed. He was wearing a
pair of blue nylon running shorts that showed off his well-toned and
well-tanned legs and a practice jersey kind of half-shirt that revealed
his six-pack abs.
"Relax," he said, "I'm not here in any official capacity. I was just
looking for someone to hang with for a little while. I'm not in the mood
to be the RA today."
"What's got you down, buddy?" Henry asked, "Mid-term blues? Girl
trouble? What?"
"Both actually. Well, a combination of the two together I suppose. I
would kill for a beer right now. You guys got any?" Henry and I shot
each other a quizzical glance. We both shrugged.
"C'mon, guys. Hand one over. I need to unwind."
I reached down beside my bed and passed a can to Brendan. "Want to talk
about it?" I said.
"Nahhhh," he said as he popped the beer open. "Not much to talk about,
really. Kim gets this way twice every semester. All she wants to do is
study. I keep trying to tell her that sex is a good stress reliever, but
she thinks I'm just doing all my thinking with my Johnson." Henry and I
picked our own beers back up as Brendan continued.
"The last time this happened I went hunting for some pussy in the local
clubs. I found this little hottie who was out drinking instead of
studying and we hooked up for the night. Just my fucking luck. It turned
out that her roommate was a friend of Kim's, so I got busted."
Boy, I thought to myself, for someone who didn't want to talk about it,
he sure was doing an awful lot of talking about it. He finished his beer
and motioned for another. I handed him another can.
"Christ, it took me almost three months to get back in her good graces.
That's why I decided to pay you guys a visit instead. At least I can't
get into trouble here."
Talk soon turned to football. It was hard, but I did my best to seem
interested. Since I never really hung around the jocks, football was not
one of my interests. However, I picked up enough of it while I was
dressing for and sucking off the senior squad that I was able to keep up
and not look totally stupid.
We talked about school as well, and the beer continued to flow. Henry
and Brendan had at least two more apiece, and I had sucked down three
myself. We were rapidly approaching the end of the 12-pack when the
subject turned to girls.
Brendan was all but sprawled on the bed by now with one leg hanging off
to one side and I could clearly see up his shorts. He wasn't wearing any
underwear and he had obviously cut out the built-in 'panty' in his nylon
shorts, because my vantage point left me no doubt as to what he had
between his legs. Brendan talked about some of his 'conquests' from his
first two years. Henry talked exclusively about some of the girls he'd
known back in high school. As the details grew more graphic, I stole the
occasional glance up Brendan's shorts, watching his bulge grow and grow.
I, of course, was at a bit of a loss for words. Henry noticed my
uncomfortable silence and subtly tried to steer the topic to another
subject. Instead, Brendan stood up suddenly. He grabbed his dick through
his shorts and gave it a hard squeeze.
"I gotta go drain this thing," he announced. "Mind if I use your can?"
Henry and I nodded and huh-unh'd in unison. Brendan went to the
bathroom, leaving the door open. We clearly heard his steady stream of
relief. When he finished, he came back and flopped on the bed once more.
As he passed by me, I noticed that his cock was still quite hard,
tenting out the front of his shorts quite noticeably. "Toss me another
beer, Marty," he said to me. I reached down beside me and came up with
the empty 12-pack container.
"All out," I said.
"Shit," Brendan said. "I could use a couple more beers." He laid there,
almost reflectively quiet. He reached down and adjusted himself inside
his shorts. "Looks like I could use a blowjob too. I thought it was just
a piss-hard on but I guess I was wrong."
I had to stop myself from diving mouth-first into his lap. But a sudden
thought struck me.
"Henry, what's the name of that townie you know?" I asked, using the
term reserved for locals who didn't go to the university.
"Huh?" he responded.
"That girl you hang with whenever the coeds don't pan out," I said. "The
one that you said could suck a golf ball through a garden hose."
A light went on in Henry's eyes as understanding came to him. "Ohh, THAT
girl," he said. "Stacey's her name."
"What the fuck are you two talking about?" Brendan asked.
"It's perfect, isn't it, Henry?" I said, on a roll now. "She could come
up here and blow you, and since she's a townie, there's almost no way
she'd know Kim, is there?" A knowing grin began to spread across
Brendan's face.
"You guys would really hook me up?" he asked.
"Well, sure I would," Henry said. "She's crazy about sucking cock. And
she deep-throats too. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if a few of my friends
join us. After all, it's mid-term and we could all use a little stress
relief."
"Fuckin'-A," Brendan said.
"Tell you what," Henry said. "You go get some more beer and I'll go get
Stacey. I'll meet you back here at say, four-thirty? That gives me
forty-five minutes to make the trip into town with traffic. That
alright?" Henry shot me a questioning look. I nodded slightly. My mind
was racing to come up with a story to cover why I wasn't going to be
here when Brendan got back.
"Well, in that case, I'll go to the grocery store on the other side of
campus to get the beer cheaper," Brendan said. "You wanna ride along,
Marty?"
"Sounds great, Brendan...," I started to say, then, "Ahhh, Shit! Four-
thirty? I almost forgot. I'm supposed to meet that girl from my Psych
class--you know, that Latina with the huge tits--at the library in
twenty minutes. She needs help finishing her paper. I'm already so
fucking late."
"No shit?" Brendan said. "Well that's too bad Marty. I guess I'll have
to drink your share of the beer. Maybe you'll get lucky with your study
date."
"Well, you take my turn with Stacey then," I said. "Maybe Liz will feel
like showing me some gratitude." I went to my desk and started rummaging
through books and papers like I was looking for something.
"Well, let's get going then," Henry said, grabbing his car keys off of
his dresser.
"Fuckin'-A," Brendan said again. "My dick ain't getting any softer."
Henry and Brendan headed past me and out the door while I made a good
show of stuffing some papers and other crap in my backpack.
"Good luck, guys," I said.
I gave them a good head start and then followed them down the stairwell.
I clearly heard Henry's car starting up, and I saw Brendan pulling out
just behind him. I made a display of dashing out the door, just in case
Brendan was looking in his rear-view mirror.
As soon as he disappeared around the building I did a sharp U-turn and
sprinted back up the stairs. I had less than forty-five minutes to get
Stacey ready for her college debut.
As soon as I reached our room, I threw my backpack into the closet and
retrieved the box that held my heels. Fortunately, I had already been
half-planning a 'complete' session with Henry to celebrate the end of
mid-term exams, so my outfit was already pressed and on a hanger. I
quickly stripped out of my boy clothes and stuffed them into the box,
placing it back up on the shelf in the closet.
I grabbed my clothes and shoes and headed for the bathroom, stopping to
get my lingerie from my dresser drawer. I assumed Henry would be coming
back sooner than forty-five minutes and I wanted to be ready when he got
back, if possible. I figured he'd want to talk about what was going to
happen and I wasn't sure I wanted it too planned out beforehand.
I started with the lingerie. I had picked up some new stuff as a
surprise for Henry. I slipped into the padded underwire demi-bra, and
then fitted my breast forms in place. I checked their look in the
mirror. The bra was a zebra-print and the satin and scalloped lace trim
was hot-pink. Next came the matching garter belt. I was glad I had
shaved (all over) before we had started drinking the beer earlier.
I rolled my black seamed stockings up my legs and clipped them to the
garter belt. I checked my seams as best I could to be sure they were
straight. The matching thong panties were next. I loved the way thong
panties felt snugged up between my ass-cheeks. The lace on the front of
them formed a sexy 'V' pattern. I tucked my maleness back between my
legs as I had done hundreds of times before. I checked my profile in the
mirror and liked what I saw.
I decided to slip into my skirt before I did my makeup. It was a black
leather mini-skirt. Although I wasn't short, I'd bought my size in
petite--it was 2 inches shorter than the 'misses' length. All in all,
I'd say it was about sixteen inches long with a zipper in the back and a
small walking vent, more for decoration than function I was sure.
I had applied my foundation, eye-liner, eye-shadow, and blush before
Henry came back. I hadn't bothered to close the bathroom door and he
came in, watching me intently. He had never seen me in mid-
transformation before, I realized.
"So you really want to do this?" he asked. "I can still tell Brendan
that Stacey wasn't home."
"But Stacey is home," I said. "It will be alright, Henry. Really, it
will." I was already speaking in my femme voice. An extra eight weeks of
practice and I had all but perfected it. "Why, are you worried?"
"Well, no... yes... I don't know," he stammered. I was slipping into my
black patent leather Dorsey heels. They had 5" spike heels and ankle
straps. They gleamed brightly in the light.
"I'm not sure I understand, Henry," I said. I put one foot up on the
toilet and fastened one of the ankle straps. Henry had seated himself on
the edge of the bathtub.
"Well, it's just... I... What if he finds out who you really are?" he
finally blurted out.
"So you're worried because you think you have as much to lose as I do if
I'm discovered, right?" I fastened the other ankle strap.
"Well, I suppose so, yes." I turned and leveled my gaze at him.
"Henry, aren't you the one who told me that I'm a great cocksucker?"
"Yes."
"Has my femme voice improved since we came here?"
"Yes."
"So once I get my lips wrapped around his cock, do you think he's going
to bother to check to see if I'm really all-girl?"
"Probably not."
"And once I've swallowed a big load of his sperm, do you think if he
found out that I'm not a girl that he'd go telling everybody that he got
blown by a guy?"
"Definitely not."
"And would he tell everyone that you had fixed him up with a guy? How
would he explain it to Kim?" I gestured and Henry handed me the hanger
with my top on it. It was a fuchsia slit-sleeve tee-top made out of a
polyester/spandex blend. It had a sexy d****d neckline that would really
accent my cleavage.
"I'm starting to see your point," he said. I slipped it on over my head,
being careful not to smudge my makeup. I surveyed myself in the mirror.
"Good," I said to both Henry and my reflection. I reached for my lip-
liner pencil and tube of lipstick.
"But...," Henry began.
"But what, Henry?" I carefully outlined the shape of my lips with the
practiced hand of someone who has done it a million times.
"What if he... I mean... Say he isn't, you know..." I filled in my lips
with a dark pinkish-red Revlon shade called "Cherries in the Snow."
"What, Henry. Come on. Tell me." He sighed. I blotted my lips on a piece
of toilet paper.
"What if a blowjob isn't enough?"
"Huh?" I said.
"What if he wants to fuck you, too?"
"Why would he want to fuck me?" I asked. I arranged my 'trademark'
shoulder-length auburn wig on my head.
"Because...," Henry said.
"Because why?" I said. His voice dropped to an almost inaudible whisper.
"Because I've thought about it, too," he said. I turned and looked at
Henry. He looked like he had just swallowed his Adam's apple.
"What did you say?" I asked him. He flushed.
"You heard me," he said.
"Say it again, Henry," I said, "I want to be sure." He sighed.
"I said I've thought about it, too," he said.
"Thought about what, Henry?"
"C'mon, we both know what about," he said evasively.
"I need to hear it, Henry. I need to hear it from you directly and in
the most unambiguous terms possible. Tell me." Henry was silent. I
waited.
"I've thought about what it would be like to fuck you in the ass," he
finally blurted. I waited some more. He continued, rambling now.
"Well, I mean, I'd like to fuck Stacey's ass. I mean, uh... I don't look
at guys' asses and think I want to fuck them. It's just like I've fucked
other girls in the ass before and enjoyed doing it, and then I thought
well; one ass is as good as another. And I really do think of Stacey...
er... you... er... when you're dressed up I only see you as a sexy girl
and since I know you like having a dildo in your ass, I figured you
might like to try the real thing a few times just to see if you liked
it, you know...." I placed a finger on his lips to quiet him.
"It's okay, Henry," I said. "I understand, really, I do." Shit! I
realized that I had almost forgotten to do my nails! I grabbed my Max
Factor quick-dry polish and sat down on the tub next to Henry. As I
applied Pink Flame (how appropriate!) to my nails, I continued to
explore this new development with Henry.
"So how long have you been thinking about this?" I asked.
"Well...," he started but trailed off.
"Okay, let's start with an easier question first. How many girls have
you fucked in the ass?"
"Three," he said matter-of-factly. Then, "Well, two I suppose. The third
girl agreed to try it but then said it hurt too much. I barely got the
head of my dick inside her before she was crying and screaming at me to
pull it out."
"And you liked it, I assume."
"Hell yeah."
"Why?"
"Well, I don't know. It's a lot tighter than most pussies, of course.
But I guess the biggest turn-on is the taboo--the idea that you're
sticking it to some girl where it isn't supposed to go, you know?"
"How many times did you fuck these two girls in the ass?"
"Oh, the first girl did it only once. She said it was okay, but that she
didn't enjoy it as much as I obviously did. Now the other girl was a
real ass-slut. After we fucked, she'd blow me hard again and then take
me up her ass. She really got off on it."
"Mmmm hmmm. And when did you start thinking about fucking me?" I blew
gently on the nails of my left hand and switched to paint the right
ones.
"It's hard to say. I guess it's been growing in my mind for some time
now. I remember how hot that first night here with you was. You looked
so sexy slamming yourself onto that dildo."
"Mmmm hmmm." I gave Henry a non-committal nod and continued painting. I
had discovered that Henry talked more when I was silent.
"And then as things went along you had me use the dildo on you by hand.
I guess it was that first time you pulled the back of your thong panties
down and wiggled your greased-up ass at me and told me to stick it in.
Later, you were all but screaming 'Fuck me, Henry. Give it to me harder,
harder.' When we finished, I watched as you pulled the dildo out of your
well-fucked ass. The only thing missing was a stream of fresh cum oozing
from your gaping hole."
"Go on," I said as I capped the nail polish and alternately blew on and
waved my hands back and forth to dry the polish quicker.
"Well, even though you had just drained my balls dry, I felt my cock
start to rise again as I thought about fucking your ass and depositing a
huge load of cum there."
"Why didn't you? Why didn't you just mount me and take me for a ride?"
"You'll think it's stupid," Henry said.
"Try me," I replied.
"Well, two reasons. First, and most importantly, I wasn't sure if it was
something you'd want me to do."
"Fair enough. What's the second reason?"
"I didn't want you to think I was a ****** or something." I laughed.
"See, I told you you'd think it was stupid."
"No, no, no, Henry, it's not that at all. It's just the idea that I'd
just finished sucking your cock and swallowing your load and you thought
that wanting to fuck me would make me think you were queer?" I laughed
again. "Henry, didn't you know that studies have shown that oral sex is
the most common type of sex between homosexuals?"
Henry gaped at me for a minute, and then suddenly stood up. His posture
was very combative.
"Are you saying that you already think I'm a queer?"
"Henry, calm down. I'm not saying that at all. You still like to fuck
girls, right?"
"Hell yes," he said a little too quickly.
"And you still look at a sexy girl when she walks by, right?"
"Oh yeah," he said.
"And when you're in the locker room at the field house, do you look at
the guys in the shower and wish that they would suck your cock, or that
you could suck theirs?"
"No way!"
"Then I'd say you're definitely not queer, Henry. I still like girls
too. I just sometimes feel like dressing like one. And when I'm dressed
like a girl, I just happen to get a sexual charge out of acting like a
bad girl." Henry nodded.
"I really do consider myself to be Stacey when I'm dressed like this and
doing things that guys like girls to do," I continued. "Short of being
forced, you'd never catch me sucking cock while I'm not dressed."
Henry sat back down. His posture was much more relaxed. I could see that
he had passed some sort of mental block about all of this, or had at
least come to a better rationalization of it in his mind.
I tested my nails to make sure they were dry, and then I stood. I put my
hands on my hips and faced Henry with one hip thrust forward.
"So are we okay with this?" I asked. Henry nodded. "Good, because
tonight this girl is looking to suck some cock and swallow a few loads
of nice hot cum. How do I look?"
"You look really hot in that outfit," Henry said. I did a very short
catwalk turn and looked back over my shoulder at Henry, tossing my hair
as I did so.
"You think so?" I asked. I already knew the answer.
"Oh hell, yeah." I bent over to adjust my ankle strap, fully aware of
Henry's eyes devouring my backside.
"See anything you like, Mr. President?" I teased. I quickly raised and
lowered my skirt, giving Henry a flash of my thong panties.
"You betcha." I stood up and then sat down on the toilet facing Henry.
"You know we only finished one side of our conversation," I said.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well," I explained, "we only really arrived at two conclusions. One,
you'd like to fuck my ass; and two, you're not queer for thinking about
it."
"I'm not sure I'm following you."
"Well, we never really established whether or not it was something I
wanted to do." I saw the light of realization dawn on Henry's face. It
was priceless.
"But, I thought...," he started to say when a loud knock rattled our
room door in its frame.
"Yo, Henry, you in there?" Brendan said.
Henry stood bolt upright, like he'd just been caught doing something he
shouldn't. He glanced quickly around the bathroom, like he wasn't sure
what he was looking for. I remained seated.
"What'll we do?" he asked quickly.
"Henry, he already knows you're here. He probably saw your car in the
parking lot. Why don't you go let our guest in?" The next knock on the
door was even louder than the first. "He sounds quite anxious to meet
me."
Henry nodded and headed for the door. I closed the bathroom door behind
him. I hadn't had a chance to get my small black purse from the box on
my shelf. I would have to work on that. There were a few things I needed
out of it to complete my persona. And there were a few things in the box
I might need later too, I decided.
"Is she here?" I heard Brendan say in a not-so-hushed whisper.
"Yeah," Henry said, "she had to use the bathroom."
"Is she gonna do it, dude?" Brendan asked.
"What? Blow you? Sure she is. I told you, this girl is just insane for
sucking cock."
"She's not a skank is she?" Brendan asked.
"Do I look like the kind of guy that would stick my dick in some skank's
mouth?" Henry said. "She's hot, dude. She always wears short skirts and
garter belts and all of that Victoria's Secret crap. You're gonna flip
when you see her."
I decided that Henry had said enough. If I waited any longer, he'd have
me as the second runner-up for Miss Hawaiian Tropic two years running. I
reached over and flushed the toilet, and then ran some water in the sink
like I was washing my hands.
I surveyed myself in the mirror, checking my wig and makeup one last
time. I took a deep breath to calm myself, blew my reflection a kiss,
and then opened the door.
Brendan's face lit up when he saw me. Good, I thought, at least I knew
he didn't think I looked like a skank. Now the only question was how to
play this out?
"You must be Brendan," I said, extending my hand.
"And you must be Stacey," he replied, standing to grasp my hand. "I'm
glad you were able to come out tonight on such short notice." I could
smell the beer on his breath even at arm's length. Obviously he had
continued the party in his car on the way back from getting more beer.
"Oh, I never pass up a chance to party with Henry." I withdrew my hand
and strutted over to Henry, who was leaning on his dresser. As I neared
I reached out and ran a finger down his arm. As he moved to take my
hand, I turned my back on him and let my hand swing back into his
crotch. I made sure Brendan saw as I cupped my hand between his legs and
grabbed his cock through his shorts. "Or with 'Little Hank,'" I added.
It had the desired effect on both Henry and Brendan. Henry grew a little
stiff in his shorts while Brendan's eyes about bugged out of his head.
Henry had played me up to be insane for sucking cock and I felt an
obligation to live up to his image of me.
"Sure was a long ride out here," I said to no one in particular. I sat
down near the head of Henry's bed and crossed my legs seductively.
"Makes a girl thirsty."
"Oh, yeah," Brendan said. He reached down beside my bed and came up with
two beers. Henry already had one on top of his dresser. "You want one,
Stacey?"
"Sure would," I answered. Brendan walked over to me with the beer held
out, but as I reached for it he drew it back.
"I guess maybe I should check your ID and make sure you're at least 18,"
he said with a smirk.
"Let me see where I might have left it," I rejoindered. I made a show of
patting my non-existent pockets for my non-existent ID. "Oh wait, I know
where I might have left it." I reached out and quickly ran both of my
hands up the leg holes of Brendan's running shorts. They converged on
his soft, warm cock. "There it is," I said mischievously and then I
removed my hands.
Henry laughed and Brendan stood there with a goofy grin on his face. He
flushed slightly as he handed over the beer. I handed it right back to
him. "Open it for me, would you, hon? I don't want to break a nail, you
know."
There was a soft "pffft" as he opened my beer. He handed it back to me
and sat back down on my bed. For awhile I listened to Brendan prattle on
about football and school and such. While he talked he kept trying to
steal glances up my skirt without looking too obvious. He wasn't very
good at it.
I egged him on outrageously, crossing and uncrossing my legs, stretching
and arching my back, the whole nine yards. There was no doubt that I was
the focus of his attention. I finished my beer and Brendan got me
another, not needing to be asked to open it for me this time. I smiled
sweetly and thanked him.
After he'd sat back down, he made a lame joke about asking me for my ID
again. I laughed politely. Henry and I each had another beer and Brendan
had what seemed like two to every one of ours. I was killing time,
hoping he'd have to go take a piss soon. Almost as if he'd read my mind,
Brendan stood up and excused himself.
The door had no sooner clicked shut before I was moving toward the
closet. Henry said nothing as I brushed past him, trying to keep from
making too much noise in my heels. I threw open the door, snatched the
box down, and quickly pawed my way through it.
I located my purse quite easily. I knew what was already inside of it--
lip gloss, some touch-up makeup, everything I would need if I ever went
out dressed up. But there was also something there that even Henry
didn't suspect--condoms. Not two days ago I had bought one of those nice
little three-packs. I was getting so desperate for fresh cock that I was
ready to cruise the campus looking for glory holes.
I checked the contents to be sure all was in order, and then dug one
last time for the small 'travel-size' bottle of AstroGlide I'd acquired
as well. I had just shut it in my purse and was coming back to sit on
the bed when Brendan came out of the bathroom. He immediately saw me
with my purse in hand and thought something must be up.
"What's going on?" he said suspiciously. "She gonna bail on us or what?"
Henry looked at me and remained silent.
"I left my purse on the desk by the door," I said innocently enough. "I
guess I was in such a hurry to get to the bathroom when we arrived that
I tossed it as soon as we walked in."
Brendan's look told me that he hadn't found my story convincing. I
decided to ratchet things up a notch.
"I normally wait until the conversation has more of a sexual undertone
before I get started, but if it will put you more at ease, sweetie, we
can do this right now." I walked over and sat on the edge of Henry's bed
next to where Brendan was standing. I reached out and grabbed the
waistband of his shorts, pulling him closer to me. He didn't exactly
resist.
I pulled the front of his shorts down and his cock bobbed free. It
wasn't completely soft, but it obviously wasn't as hard as it could get
either. I had seen glimpses of it earlier, but seeing it up close--
especially this close to my mouth--made me want it even more!
"Damn, girl, you get right to the business!" Brendan said.
"I don't know what all Henry told you about me," I said as I licked my
lips with anticipation, "but if he told you that I love deep-throating
cock and swallowing big loads of cum, then he was right." I stroked him
softly with my left hand. My right hand pulled his shorts down further
and then cupped his balls. "I hope there's plenty of spunk in there for
me."
"Oh, you bet there is," Brendan said. "There's probably enough in there
for two or three good loads."
"There's only one way to find out," I said. "But first, let's set a few
ground rules, okay?" Brendan's cock was swelling as I spoke.
"Henry told me about your girlfriend, and I have a regular boyfriend
too, so if you don't make any marks on me that I have to explain, I
won't make any on you, understood?" Brendan nodded. "I'm here to blow
you. I'll blow you as many times as you'd like, but my pussy is off
limits. I don't even want to feel your hands up my skirt. And I'm not
your stripper, either, so don't expect any T & A floor show. Do we have
ourselves a deal?" His cock was still growing!
"Oh yeah, Stacey. Whatever you want, baby."
I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, careful not to touch him at
all, but making sure he could feel my hot breath. It took all of my
willpower not to close my lips around it. He groaned as I withdrew and I
added, "Oh yeah. Henry has a different set of rules, by the way. And
none of this is negotiable."
"I got it. I got it! God, would you suck my dick already?" Brendan said.
There was almost a pleading tone in his voice.
"It'll be my pleasure," I said, smiling up at him. "Of course, it'll be
your pleasure too." I closed my lips around the head of his now-stiff
cock, taking about two inches of the shaft in with it. Brendan
stiffened, but then relaxed. He groaned again, but this time it was
obviously from pleasure.
I licked his shaft and sucked on his head. I twirled my tongue around
his head and sucked a comfortable length back into my mouth. I started
bobbing my head up and down, moaning genuine pleasure as I enjoyed every
inch of my first new cock on campus.
"Put your hands on her head," Henry said. "It drives her wild." I felt
Brendan's big hands on top of my head, guiding me up and down on his
cock. A moan escaped my pleasantly full mouth.
"Jump in here, man," Brendan said to Henry.
"You go ahead," Henry said. "I want Stacey to concentrate on making your
first blowjob from her a memorable one."
"Fuckin'-A," Brendan said. I continued slurping on his now-hard tool.
"She sure has one hot mouth."
I licked his shaft up and down, stopping every once in awhile to twirl
my tongue around his cock head again. I licked his balls too, taking
them in my mouth gently and massaging them with my tongue. Brendan was
moaning and he was bucking his hips.
"You have a beautiful cock," I said, licking his shaft some more. "I'll
bet you have a hard time keeping your girlfriend out of your pants. Does
she suck your cock like this? Does she appreciate your magnificent
tool?"
"Well, she likes to fuck well enough, but she's definitely not into
cocksucking as much as you."
"Has she ever deep-throated you?" I asked. I slathered my tongue once
more all over his cock, getting it ready for its maiden voyage down my
throat.
"Hell no," he said. "She tried once or twice, but she kept gagging on it
and gave up."
"Well, sweetie," I said, "I may gag on it a time or two myself, but
before I go home tonight I'm going to feel your hairy balls slapping
against my chin as you fuck my mouth."
"You're so fucking hot..." Brendan began.
"In fact," I interrupted him, "I think I'll give it a try right now." I
took a deep breath and plunged his thick dick into my mouth.
It was longer than Henry's, but not by much. It was thicker, however. In
fact, the more I thought about it, the more its length and width
reminded me of Ms. Callahan's dildo, the Terminator.
With that thought in my mind, my jaw adjusted like magic to accommodate
him. Brendan's hot fleshy cock slid all the way down my throat with
almost no effort. I felt his hands grasping the back of my head and I
felt as well as heard his moans. I was moaning too--this was the biggest
real cock I had ever sucked, and it felt incredible.
Brendan clutched my head, grinding his hips against my face as I wrapped
my hands around his thighs. I could feel his pubic hair tickling the end
of my nose and his warm balls mashed against my chin.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" he said. He held my head there for a few moments, just
grinding his crotch against it. Then he started moving his hips and
humping my face with very short strokes.
I came up for air, and then plunged his cock back down the length of my
throat. My hands wandered from the backs of his thighs to firmly grasp
his toned, muscular butt cheeks. Brendan was talking up a storm as I
throat-fucked him. Just when I thought we'd reached a comfortable rhythm
he suddenly began thrusting faster and faster. 'Ahhhhhhhhhhh, shit!" he
cried, "I'm gonna blow my load!"
I quickly grabbed a lungful of air and pulled Brendan back in.
"Mmmmmmmm," was all I had time to manage.
"Oh fuck. Your mouth is so fucking hot. Here it comes, Stacey. Here it
comes! Ahhhhhh... ahhhhhh... ohhhhh yeahhhhhh!" Brendan came forcefully
and I could feel his swollen cockhead pulsing in my throat as it spewed
its thick load. His balls, pressed firmly against my chin, throbbed with
each spurt. Before he could finish I pulled away, just far enough to
catch the last few spurts in my mouth.
My pleasure at tasting new cum was obvious from all the moaning I was
doing around my mouthful of cock. As the throes of his orgasm subsided I
stroked his cock while I sucked on the head, greedily trying to get
every possible drop of his first load. I massaged his balls as well,
rolling them around and gently squeezing the last drops from them also.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," I said dreamily. I could feel my own semi-erect clittie
throbbing pleasantly where it was tucked inside my panties. "That was
wonderful. I love the way you taste." I gave Brendan's softening dick
one last deep suck before releasing him from my mouth totally.
Brendan collapsed backward onto my bed. His cock and balls bouncing
invitingly as he sat down on the edge and laid back. "Stacey, you're the
best-kept secret this little college town has. I can't believe you made
me come so fast. Your mouth is too incredible. Un-fucking-believable."
I looked over at Henry. He had stepped out of his pants and was dropping
his underwear (I was disappointed not to see his cock straining inside
his pair of red satin panties but I more than understood). His cock
bobbed free, already hard and dripping pre-cum.
I slid off of the bed onto my knees and Henry stepped toward me. I
slurped him into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down for a few moments
before directing him to the edge of the bed to sit next to Brendan. I
removed Brendan's shorts from around his ankles and gave his soft cock a
few slurps for good measure while I was between his legs. Then I got
down to business.
I sucked Henry first, enjoying his cock all over again for the um*****th
time. What made this time special, however, was the aftertaste of
Brendan's cum in my mouth while I sucked Henry. As I applied my lips and
mouth to Henry's cock I fondled Brendan's dick and balls with my left
hand.
They both moaned as I worked them over. They were each resting back on
their elbows with their legs splayed wide, giving me ample room. "Oh
yeah, suck that dick," Brendan said, watching me work on Henry. "Milk
that cock with your sweet mouth."
""Don't think I've forgotten you still owe me one or two more loads of
cum yourself," I said. "Only this time I'm not going to let you spend it
down my throat before I really get to taste it."
"Daaaaammmmn," Brendan replied.
After five or ten minutes of sucking Henry's tool, I decided to see if I
could bring Brendan's meat back to life. Apparently the "live sex show"
of me sucking Henry wasn't enough stimulation for him. Now I stroked
Henry's hard length with my right hand as I moved back in between
Brendan's thighs.
First I nuzzled at his balls, gently mouthing them and licking them in
turn. Then I suckled his soft cock. He stirred slightly, but I started
to fear he might not rise to the occasion at least one more time.
Finally, I pulled out the last stop: I sucked his cock into my mouth and
when he was comfortably inside I opened wide and took his balls in as
well.
Brendan squirmed as my tongue danced all over his private parts filling
my mouth. "Shit, Stacey," he said, his voice rising an octave, "you're
one hot cocksucker. I thought they only did that shit in porno movies."
His cock was growing noticeably faster now. So fast, in fact, that I
wasn't able to keep his whole package in my mouth very long.
I held on as long as I could before I released Brendan, gasping for air.
His cock was definitely hard now, and I decided it was time to put my
plan--the part Henry wasn't even aware of--into action.
I urged them both to stand and, tugging on their cocks, pulled them
closer together. I was on my knees between them with a cock in each
hand. I alternated between them, sucking one while I stroked the other.
They were both enjoying my attention and Brendan talked constantly.
Finally, I decided it was time to spring my real trap.
I stopped sucking both cocks and sat back on Henry's bed behind me. They
both gave me funny looks. "I have an idea," I said. Henry flashed me a
concerned look. I ignored him. "It's no secret how much I like to suck
cock," I continued, "but it's not every day I have two cocks as
beautiful as these to work with." I picked up my purse and opened it.
"Now I get to suck Henry's cock a lot and I've tasted his cum a thousand
times, so I thought it might be fun to try something new tonight."
Henry's concerned look grew more intense. I pulled the package of
condoms from my purse and reached back inside. Henry's look of concern
changed to one of surprise.
"Now I told you I have a boyfriend, so my pussy is off-limits, but I
don't have any problem giving my mouth freely. So I thought since I have
a nice new cock to suck on that I might like to try Henry's cock in my
tight virgin ass." Henry looked like he'd swallowed his Adam's apple.
"That way I can have a cock in both ends for a change!" I pulled the
bottle of AstroGlide out and set it down next to the condoms.
"All-fucking-right!" Brendan exclaimed. Brendan looked thrilled at the
prospect of taking part in a three-way. Henry was trapped and he knew
it. There was no way he could macho his way out of me offering him my
ass in front of Brendan--it was put up or shut up time. He and I both
knew our relationship would never be the same once he fucked me in the
ass.
Henry hesitated only briefly before he picked up the package of condoms
and opened them. He offered the rubber to me. "Do you want to put this
on me or shall I do it?"
"Ooooh, let me do it," I said, taking the offer. "It'll make the moment
even more perfect if I'm the one who gets you ready to take my ass
cherry." I tore open the package while my mouth closed around Henry's
cock once more. I sucked him for a few moments. The prospect of fucking
me in the ass had his cock even harder than it had been before!
Taking care to squeeze the air from the tip, I rolled the condom down
his length. Once it was on I gave it a few good strokes. Henry was still
as hard as nails. I positioned myself on the bed on all fours and
Brendan immediately stepped back in front of me, placing his cock right
at my mouth. I sucked him in quickly, noting the added hardness to his
member as well.
I felt Henry's weight moving behind me on his bed. My stomach was
****ted in nervous anticipation and I fought to keep my legs from
quivering like a bitch in heat (although I certainly felt like one!). I
urged him on between mouthfuls of Brendan's dick.
"Rub your hands on my ass," I said, "Lift up my skirt and stroke my
ass." Henry ran his hands up the back of my thighs. The satin lining of
my leather skirt rustled invitingly as his hands rose higher, sliding my
skirt up as they went.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," I purred. My body responded to the touch of Henry's
warm, rough hands. As he rubbed my ass I moved against his hands. "Pull
my thong panties to one side." Henry did just that, exposing my virgin
hole to his eyes.
"Stick it in her, man," Brendan urged. He was relentlessly using my
mouth and I loved every minute of it. I could scarcely wait until both
my wanton holes were filled.
"Finger my tight little butt hole, Henry," I said. "Lube up your fingers
and warm me up for your big, hard cock." I felt Henry lean over to
retrieve the bottle of AstroGlide from next to my left knee. He deftly
flipped it open and I felt the cold lube slowly dripping on my sensitive
asshole. Henry's index finger followed almost immediately.
I pushed back against his intruding digit, urging it deeper, wanting it
all the way inside of me. "Oooooh yeah. Give me more. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. Just
like that. Uh-huh!" Henry had added more lube and his middle finger to
my hole. He had barely begun thrusting two fingers into me and my ass
was already itching for more!
I tried concentrating on Brendan's cock for a few minutes in a fruitless
effort to take my mind off of Henry's teasing fingers in my rear
passage. He was going to have to do me soon or I was going to go crazy
with lust!
"Fuck me, Henry," I cried when I could no longer contain my pent-up
lust. "Grease your hot cock and fuck my brains out!" I felt Henry's
fingers withdraw from my ass. I glanced over my shoulder and watched as
he squeezed a generous amount of lube into his hand and began stroking
his pole. He adjusted his position on the bed and brought his cock just
a fraction of an inch from my waiting ass.
I pushed back, attempting to get his cock into my ass but he withdrew
slightly, frustrating me. His hands gripped my hips tightly. "Talk to
me, Stacey," Henry said. "Tell me what you want."
"Fuck me," I said. "Fuck my ass with your hot, hard cock." I pushed back
once more and Henry pulled back again. I moaned. "I want your cock deep
in my ass, Henry. I want to feel your balls slapping against mi...," my
heart skipped a beat as I almost said 'mine,' "... my ass cheeks. I've
wanted you in my ass since the first time I sucked your cock." My voice
dropped to a throaty whisper.
"Fuck me, Henry, please? Please fuck me. Stick your dick in my hot
virgin ass and make it all yours."
"You'd better fuck her quick before she has a meltdown!" Brendan said.
I leaned forward and sucked Brendan's cock into my mouth and back down
my throat. Henry lined his cock up at the entrance to my butt hole and
pushed forward. His cockhead parted my tight opening, forcing its way
past my little brown pucker and into the depth beyond. I moaned my
pleasure with Brendan's dick balls-deep in my throat.
"Shit, Stacey!" he said. "If you keep moaning like that I'm gonna blow
another load real soon!"
Henry paused for just a moment, and then pushed again, sliding more of
his length inside me. I moaned again. Brendan squirmed. Henry gave one
last push and buried himself to the hilt inside of me.
"Oh God, that feels soooooo fucking good!" I said. "It's all yours now,
Henry. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep." He pulled out halfway and then
plunged back inside me once more and began fucking me. Brendan tapped my
cheek with his cock, reminding me that there was something on the other
end to pay attention to also.
They quickly fell into a good rhythm. I bucked back against Henry's
thrusts as much as Brendan's grip on my head would allow. Henry's
insistent thrusts drove me forward and plunged Brendan's cock back down
my throat.
"That's right," Brendan said, "fuck her ass. Bang her hot ass while I
fuck that pretty little mouth. You're so fucking hot, Stacey. What a
talented mouth you've got. How's her ass, Henry?"
"She's so fucking tight. This feels as good as any pussy I've ever
plugged." I tried to squeeze Henry's cock as hard as I could with my
ass. "Oh yeah, baby. Do that again. Squeeze my prick with your hot ass
muscle." I squeezed again. "Oooooh yeah. That feels incredible."
Henry picked up the pace of his thrusts. His hands slid from my hips and
now grasped my garters. He tugged on them as he pulled me back and then
slammed me forward. My head was swimming in delirious pleasure from the
efforts of these two studs.
"This is so fucking awesome," Brendan said. The squelching sounds of his
cock fucking my mouth mingled with the flesh-on-flesh slapping of
Henry's loins colliding with my ass cheeks. "Watch her ass dance while
you fuck it. I love the way it jiggles every time you plow into it."
I loved getting fucked; I loved getting it in both ends at the same
time. Henry's cock felt so much better than Ms. Callahan's strap-on
dildo ever had. It was warm and alive and moved with a natural motion no
piece of latex could ever duplicate. This last act had brought Stacey
irrevocably into her womanhood. I felt complete now and I loved every
second of it.
As Henry fucked me his balls were colliding against my own still
imprisoned inside my satin panties. The pleasure I was receiving in both
ends was causing my clittie to stir once more. In the back of my
pleasure-sotted brain one more scheme lingered. Timing was essential so
my mind plotted while the rest of my body sucked and fucked.
After what seemed an eternity (but was probably more like ten minutes)
Brendan pulled out of my mouth. "I'm getting close, Stacey. I'm almost
ready to blow."
"Give it to me; give me your hot cum. Fill my mouth with your sweet
juice. Make me taste every stringy gob before I swallow it all," I said.
"Fuck yeah!" Brendan said. He slid his cock back into my mouth and down
my throat but his strokes became shorter and more hurried almost moments
after re-entry. "Oh yeah... uh-huh... yeah... oh fuck your mouth is so
hot... I'm coming... Ahhhhhhhhhh... yeah!"
And come he did. He pulled back until only the head of his cock was
between my lips as he spewed his second load into my waiting mouth. The
force of his climax soon abated, but he continued pumping his cum into
me. He must really have been saving it up I thought, swallowing his
sizable load as more kept coming.
Henry didn't slow down while Brendan finished up. I kept Brendan's
softening dick between my lips as Henry hammered away at my rear
passage. With more time to concentrate now, I began squeezing my ass
around Henry's cock on every down-stroke. He, too, I thought would be
coming soon. It was time for the last part of my plan.
"Oh Henry," I said, "your cock feels so good in my ass. I want to feel
you swell as you come deep inside me." He renewed his efforts, plunging
balls-deep in my ass now, and pulling out until only the head remained
inside of me before he rammed it home again.
"Rub my clittie, Henry," I finally said. "Rub my clittie through my
satin panties and make me come. I want to come in my panties while
you're coming in my ass. C'mon, Henry, rub my clittie. Ooooooooooh.
C'mon. Rub my clittie and make me come!"
Henry paused, unsure of what to do next. Once again, I had him in a
position he couldn't macho his way out of. After giving him my ass-
cherry the least he could do in front of Brendan was get me off, right?
"Do her, man," Brendan said. "Hump her sexy ass and make her cream in
her panties the same time you're blowing your wad." If Brendan only knew
what making me cream in my panties meant!
Henry started fucking me again, quickly settling back into his earlier
pace. An electric thrill ran through me as I felt his right hand snake
its way around my hip and between my legs. His hand groped around until
his fingers finally found the head of my tucked-away clittie.
He began rubbing my clittie as his efforts in my ass slowed down to a
slow, sensual humping. His thrusts were now limited to his own hip
action, but I could tell by his breathing that he was nearing
completion.
I couldn't wait for Henry. The stranger's touch of his hand between my
legs was just too thrilling. "Ooooh Henry, that feels so good," I said.
"Oh yeah! Rub it! Rub my clittie. Yeah... Mmmmm-hmmmm... Mmmmm hmmmmm...
I'm going to come! Oh Henry! Rub it! Yeah. Oooooohhhhhhh."
I came so hard my body shook. I felt my own hot cum rush out, flooding
my panties and oozing out where Henry's cock filled my ass. My own
clenching spasms were more than Henry could bear. He gripped my hips
with both of his hands and drove into me as far as he possibly could.
"Unnnnggghhhhh," was all Henry managed as I felt his cock swell inside
me. His balls throbbed where they were pressed between my ass-cheeks as
he filled the condom with his load. I moaned my appreciation, trying to
rotate my hips to stimulate him more. Having a living, spasming cock
deep inside was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. Henry made a few
short stroking motions but mostly stayed buried balls-deep as he
finished his orgasm.
All three of us were startled by the loud banging on the door. "Brendan,
you in there?" an unidentified voice asked. Brendan turned his face
toward the doorway.
"Yeah. What's up?" He was rubbing his cock on my lips and I opened them
to allow him in.
"Kim's looking for you. She sounded pissed."
"Fuck," Brendan said as he withdrew from my mouth. He looked down and me
and Henry. Henry was still semi-hard and rooting around in my well-
fucked ass.
"Enjoy the afterglow you two," he said as he threw on his shorts.
"Stacey, your mouth is still un-fucking-believable. I hope we meet again
soon!" He raced for the door and stopped before rounding the corner.
"Don't forget I still owe you one more good load of cum." He smiled and
then disappeared.
I slumped to the bed, Henry still on top of me. I could feel his cock
slowly shrinking, withdrawing from my gaping ass a fraction at a time as
it did so. Finally, Henry pulled out and rolled over beside me. I rolled
onto my side to face him. Neither of us knew exactly what to say.
"That was incredible," we both finally blurted out at the same time.
Then, "You first," and then "No, you." We laughed.
"Henry," I said, "that felt incredible. I've never felt more alive--more
complete. Any regrets?"
"Just one," he said, "well, two, actually." I waited.
"Well, first of all I wish we'd have done this sooner. It was incredible
and I kind of wish I'd had you all to myself the first time." He smiled
a sheepish kind of grin.
"Selfish boy," I mocked him. "And your second regret?"
"You'll think I'm queer," Henry said.
"Don't start that again, Henry. We've just been as intimate as two
people can ever get. Nothing we can do together will ever, ever make me
think you're queer."
"Well, I regret not helping you get off sooner, too."
"Say what?" I asked.
"Rubbing your...," he paused, more than a little embarrassed, "... your
clittie; feeling you pulse under my fingers as I got you off inside your
panties... I wish I'd have done that for you before too. Knowing I was
giving you a little of the pleasure you've given me, it was awesome."
I reached over and grasped Henry's cock. He was half-hard just talking
about it. I gave him a few tentative strokes before getting up off of
the bed.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I'm going to freshen up a little bit, Henry. And when I get back, I'm
going to suck that beautiful cock of yours until it's hard again. And
just as soon as it can't get any harder I'm going to bend over the end
of the bed here and you're going to fuck me up the ass again."
I flashed him a smile over my shoulder as I walked into the bathroom.
"Only this time, sweetie, there's not going to be any barrier between my
sweet ass and your hot cum. And," I swung the door and it began to
close, "you're going to hold my whole clittie in your hand and stroke me
off."
The door closed between us, but a whole new world had opened up.
For the next eight weeks I sucked Henry's cock as our desires and
schedules permitted. Sometimes I would just throw on some panties, a
slip, and some makeup and gulp his tool. Other times I would get the
dildo out and we'd have a 'complete' session. For practice, I always
tried to stay 'in voice,' regardless of how long a session lasted.
A 'complete' session usually consisted of me getting dressed up all the
way--skirt, blouse, heels, etc. Then we'd fool around on the bed for a
while with me teasing and stroking his panty-clad cock and him *******
my tits and occasionally reaching inside my bra cups to tweak my
nipples.
After awhile I'd release 'Little Hank' from his satin prison and start
sucking like it was the last cock I'd ever see. Eventually, the dildo
would come out. Sometimes I would stick it to the bedrail like the first
time. Other times, Henry would use it on me, sawing it in and out of my
hungry hole.
A couple of times we got more inventive and stuck it to the side of the
pedestal sink in the bathroom. Henry would sit on the edge of the
bathtub and I'd blow him while I 'got fucked' just bent over at the
waist. Those were some of our hottest sessions.
Afterwards, I would shower and then slip into a satin nightgown. Henry
had continued to buy me whatever took his fancy. If it was the first
time I wore one of his gifts, he would jump me as soon as I emerged from
the bathroom in it. It really took me by surprise the first time he
grabbed me.
He hoisted me clean off of my feet into his arms and then laid me on my
bed, my head near the edge. He hovered over me, straddling my head, his
semi-erect cock conveniently close to my mouth. I opened wide and sucked
him in. As he reached full hardness I pushed away from the wall until my
head hung over the edge of the bed. Then Henry proceeded to fuck my
face, literally, his balls all but smothering me, covering my nostrils
as he buried his bone to the hilt again and again and again.
After a second session like that, I would drift off to sleep. If I slept
in a nightgown, I always awoke with Henry's early-morning hard on at my
lips.
Only every so often Henry would feel me up, but he never touched my own
cock in my panties. Once he actually came close, his thumbs brushing my
hardness as they returned from my stockinged legs. He paused and an
electric shock went through me. I thought for a brief moment that he
might actually stroke me off. I wanted him to so very badly. But as soon
as I thrust my hips up, he withdrew.
Henry had a beautiful cock and I appreciated the freedom he allowed me.
I loved how good he felt in my mouth and the way his cum tasted, but I
was starting to hunger for more. Under Ms. Callahan's tutelage, I seldom
had fewer than three or four cocks at a time to suck, and the lack of
variety was starting to weigh on my mind.
Fate, however, soon intervened.
It was time for mid-term exams and we were all pretty worn out. We'd
been studying our brains out and working on papers and such. Henry and I
had finished our last tests and were chilling out in our room when there
as a knock on the door. "Come in," we both chimed.
"Hey guys," Brendan said. We hurried to stash the beer we were drinking.
He seldom made surprise visits, but his justice was known to be swift
and terrible. He sat down on the far edge of my bed. He was wearing a
pair of blue nylon running shorts that showed off his well-toned and
well-tanned legs and a practice jersey kind of half-shirt that revealed
his six-pack abs.
"Relax," he said, "I'm not here in any official capacity. I was just
looking for someone to hang with for a little while. I'm not in the mood
to be the RA today."
"What's got you down, buddy?" Henry asked, "Mid-term blues? Girl
trouble? What?"
"Both actually. Well, a combination of the two together I suppose. I
would kill for a beer right now. You guys got any?" Henry and I shot
each other a quizzical glance. We both shrugged.
"C'mon, guys. Hand one over. I need to unwind."
I reached down beside my bed and passed a can to Brendan. "Want to talk
about it?" I said.
"Nahhhh," he said as he popped the beer open. "Not much to talk about,
really. Kim gets this way twice every semester. All she wants to do is
study. I keep trying to tell her that sex is a good stress reliever, but
she thinks I'm just doing all my thinking with my Johnson." Henry and I
picked our own beers back up as Brendan continued.
"The last time this happened I went hunting for some pussy in the local
clubs. I found this little hottie who was out drinking instead of
studying and we hooked up for the night. Just my fucking luck. It turned
out that her roommate was a friend of Kim's, so I got busted."
Boy, I thought to myself, for someone who didn't want to talk about it,
he sure was doing an awful lot of talking about it. He finished his beer
and motioned for another. I handed him another can.
"Christ, it took me almost three months to get back in her good graces.
That's why I decided to pay you guys a visit instead. At least I can't
get into trouble here."
Talk soon turned to football. It was hard, but I did my best to seem
interested. Since I never really hung around the jocks, football was not
one of my interests. However, I picked up enough of it while I was
dressing for and sucking off the senior squad that I was able to keep up
and not look totally stupid.
We talked about school as well, and the beer continued to flow. Henry
and Brendan had at least two more apiece, and I had sucked down three
myself. We were rapidly approaching the end of the 12-pack when the
subject turned to girls.
Brendan was all but sprawled on the bed by now with one leg hanging off
to one side and I could clearly see up his shorts. He wasn't wearing any
underwear and he had obviously cut out the built-in 'panty' in his nylon
shorts, because my vantage point left me no doubt as to what he had
between his legs. Brendan talked about some of his 'conquests' from his
first two years. Henry talked exclusively about some of the girls he'd
known back in high school. As the details grew more graphic, I stole the
occasional glance up Brendan's shorts, watching his bulge grow and grow.
I, of course, was at a bit of a loss for words. Henry noticed my
uncomfortable silence and subtly tried to steer the topic to another
subject. Instead, Brendan stood up suddenly. He grabbed his dick through
his shorts and gave it a hard squeeze.
"I gotta go drain this thing," he announced. "Mind if I use your can?"
Henry and I nodded and huh-unh'd in unison. Brendan went to the
bathroom, leaving the door open. We clearly heard his steady stream of
relief. When he finished, he came back and flopped on the bed once more.
As he passed by me, I noticed that his cock was still quite hard,
tenting out the front of his shorts quite noticeably. "Toss me another
beer, Marty," he said to me. I reached down beside me and came up with
the empty 12-pack container.
"All out," I said.
"Shit," Brendan said. "I could use a couple more beers." He laid there,
almost reflectively quiet. He reached down and adjusted himself inside
his shorts. "Looks like I could use a blowjob too. I thought it was just
a piss-hard on but I guess I was wrong."
I had to stop myself from diving mouth-first into his lap. But a sudden
thought struck me.
"Henry, what's the name of that townie you know?" I asked, using the
term reserved for locals who didn't go to the university.
"Huh?" he responded.
"That girl you hang with whenever the coeds don't pan out," I said. "The
one that you said could suck a golf ball through a garden hose."
A light went on in Henry's eyes as understanding came to him. "Ohh, THAT
girl," he said. "Stacey's her name."
"What the fuck are you two talking about?" Brendan asked.
"It's perfect, isn't it, Henry?" I said, on a roll now. "She could come
up here and blow you, and since she's a townie, there's almost no way
she'd know Kim, is there?" A knowing grin began to spread across
Brendan's face.
"You guys would really hook me up?" he asked.
"Well, sure I would," Henry said. "She's crazy about sucking cock. And
she deep-throats too. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if a few of my friends
join us. After all, it's mid-term and we could all use a little stress
relief."
"Fuckin'-A," Brendan said.
"Tell you what," Henry said. "You go get some more beer and I'll go get
Stacey. I'll meet you back here at say, four-thirty? That gives me
forty-five minutes to make the trip into town with traffic. That
alright?" Henry shot me a questioning look. I nodded slightly. My mind
was racing to come up with a story to cover why I wasn't going to be
here when Brendan got back.
"Well, in that case, I'll go to the grocery store on the other side of
campus to get the beer cheaper," Brendan said. "You wanna ride along,
Marty?"
"Sounds great, Brendan...," I started to say, then, "Ahhh, Shit! Four-
thirty? I almost forgot. I'm supposed to meet that girl from my Psych
class--you know, that Latina with the huge tits--at the library in
twenty minutes. She needs help finishing her paper. I'm already so
fucking late."
"No shit?" Brendan said. "Well that's too bad Marty. I guess I'll have
to drink your share of the beer. Maybe you'll get lucky with your study
date."
"Well, you take my turn with Stacey then," I said. "Maybe Liz will feel
like showing me some gratitude." I went to my desk and started rummaging
through books and papers like I was looking for something.
"Well, let's get going then," Henry said, grabbing his car keys off of
his dresser.
"Fuckin'-A," Brendan said again. "My dick ain't getting any softer."
Henry and Brendan headed past me and out the door while I made a good
show of stuffing some papers and other crap in my backpack.
"Good luck, guys," I said.
I gave them a good head start and then followed them down the stairwell.
I clearly heard Henry's car starting up, and I saw Brendan pulling out
just behind him. I made a display of dashing out the door, just in case
Brendan was looking in his rear-view mirror.
As soon as he disappeared around the building I did a sharp U-turn and
sprinted back up the stairs. I had less than forty-five minutes to get
Stacey ready for her college debut.
As soon as I reached our room, I threw my backpack into the closet and
retrieved the box that held my heels. Fortunately, I had already been
half-planning a 'complete' session with Henry to celebrate the end of
mid-term exams, so my outfit was already pressed and on a hanger. I
quickly stripped out of my boy clothes and stuffed them into the box,
placing it back up on the shelf in the closet.
I grabbed my clothes and shoes and headed for the bathroom, stopping to
get my lingerie from my dresser drawer. I assumed Henry would be coming
back sooner than forty-five minutes and I wanted to be ready when he got
back, if possible. I figured he'd want to talk about what was going to
happen and I wasn't sure I wanted it too planned out beforehand.
I started with the lingerie. I had picked up some new stuff as a
surprise for Henry. I slipped into the padded underwire demi-bra, and
then fitted my breast forms in place. I checked their look in the
mirror. The bra was a zebra-print and the satin and scalloped lace trim
was hot-pink. Next came the matching garter belt. I was glad I had
shaved (all over) before we had started drinking the beer earlier.
I rolled my black seamed stockings up my legs and clipped them to the
garter belt. I checked my seams as best I could to be sure they were
straight. The matching thong panties were next. I loved the way thong
panties felt snugged up between my ass-cheeks. The lace on the front of
them formed a sexy 'V' pattern. I tucked my maleness back between my
legs as I had done hundreds of times before. I checked my profile in the
mirror and liked what I saw.
I decided to slip into my skirt before I did my makeup. It was a black
leather mini-skirt. Although I wasn't short, I'd bought my size in
petite--it was 2 inches shorter than the 'misses' length. All in all,
I'd say it was about sixteen inches long with a zipper in the back and a
small walking vent, more for decoration than function I was sure.
I had applied my foundation, eye-liner, eye-shadow, and blush before
Henry came back. I hadn't bothered to close the bathroom door and he
came in, watching me intently. He had never seen me in mid-
transformation before, I realized.
"So you really want to do this?" he asked. "I can still tell Brendan
that Stacey wasn't home."
"But Stacey is home," I said. "It will be alright, Henry. Really, it
will." I was already speaking in my femme voice. An extra eight weeks of
practice and I had all but perfected it. "Why, are you worried?"
"Well, no... yes... I don't know," he stammered. I was slipping into my
black patent leather Dorsey heels. They had 5" spike heels and ankle
straps. They gleamed brightly in the light.
"I'm not sure I understand, Henry," I said. I put one foot up on the
toilet and fastened one of the ankle straps. Henry had seated himself on
the edge of the bathtub.
"Well, it's just... I... What if he finds out who you really are?" he
finally blurted out.
"So you're worried because you think you have as much to lose as I do if
I'm discovered, right?" I fastened the other ankle strap.
"Well, I suppose so, yes." I turned and leveled my gaze at him.
"Henry, aren't you the one who told me that I'm a great cocksucker?"
"Yes."
"Has my femme voice improved since we came here?"
"Yes."
"So once I get my lips wrapped around his cock, do you think he's going
to bother to check to see if I'm really all-girl?"
"Probably not."
"And once I've swallowed a big load of his sperm, do you think if he
found out that I'm not a girl that he'd go telling everybody that he got
blown by a guy?"
"Definitely not."
"And would he tell everyone that you had fixed him up with a guy? How
would he explain it to Kim?" I gestured and Henry handed me the hanger
with my top on it. It was a fuchsia slit-sleeve tee-top made out of a
polyester/spandex blend. It had a sexy d****d neckline that would really
accent my cleavage.
"I'm starting to see your point," he said. I slipped it on over my head,
being careful not to smudge my makeup. I surveyed myself in the mirror.
"Good," I said to both Henry and my reflection. I reached for my lip-
liner pencil and tube of lipstick.
"But...," Henry began.
"But what, Henry?" I carefully outlined the shape of my lips with the
practiced hand of someone who has done it a million times.
"What if he... I mean... Say he isn't, you know..." I filled in my lips
with a dark pinkish-red Revlon shade called "Cherries in the Snow."
"What, Henry. Come on. Tell me." He sighed. I blotted my lips on a piece
of toilet paper.
"What if a blowjob isn't enough?"
"Huh?" I said.
"What if he wants to fuck you, too?"
"Why would he want to fuck me?" I asked. I arranged my 'trademark'
shoulder-length auburn wig on my head.
"Because...," Henry said.
"Because why?" I said. His voice dropped to an almost inaudible whisper.
"Because I've thought about it, too," he said. I turned and looked at
Henry. He looked like he had just swallowed his Adam's apple.
"What did you say?" I asked him. He flushed.
"You heard me," he said.
"Say it again, Henry," I said, "I want to be sure." He sighed.
"I said I've thought about it, too," he said.
"Thought about what, Henry?"
"C'mon, we both know what about," he said evasively.
"I need to hear it, Henry. I need to hear it from you directly and in
the most unambiguous terms possible. Tell me." Henry was silent. I
waited.
"I've thought about what it would be like to fuck you in the ass," he
finally blurted. I waited some more. He continued, rambling now.
"Well, I mean, I'd like to fuck Stacey's ass. I mean, uh... I don't look
at guys' asses and think I want to fuck them. It's just like I've fucked
other girls in the ass before and enjoyed doing it, and then I thought
well; one ass is as good as another. And I really do think of Stacey...
er... you... er... when you're dressed up I only see you as a sexy girl
and since I know you like having a dildo in your ass, I figured you
might like to try the real thing a few times just to see if you liked
it, you know...." I placed a finger on his lips to quiet him.
"It's okay, Henry," I said. "I understand, really, I do." Shit! I
realized that I had almost forgotten to do my nails! I grabbed my Max
Factor quick-dry polish and sat down on the tub next to Henry. As I
applied Pink Flame (how appropriate!) to my nails, I continued to
explore this new development with Henry.
"So how long have you been thinking about this?" I asked.
"Well...," he started but trailed off.
"Okay, let's start with an easier question first. How many girls have
you fucked in the ass?"
"Three," he said matter-of-factly. Then, "Well, two I suppose. The third
girl agreed to try it but then said it hurt too much. I barely got the
head of my dick inside her before she was crying and screaming at me to
pull it out."
"And you liked it, I assume."
"Hell yeah."
"Why?"
"Well, I don't know. It's a lot tighter than most pussies, of course.
But I guess the biggest turn-on is the taboo--the idea that you're
sticking it to some girl where it isn't supposed to go, you know?"
"How many times did you fuck these two girls in the ass?"
"Oh, the first girl did it only once. She said it was okay, but that she
didn't enjoy it as much as I obviously did. Now the other girl was a
real ass-slut. After we fucked, she'd blow me hard again and then take
me up her ass. She really got off on it."
"Mmmm hmmm. And when did you start thinking about fucking me?" I blew
gently on the nails of my left hand and switched to paint the right
ones.
"It's hard to say. I guess it's been growing in my mind for some time
now. I remember how hot that first night here with you was. You looked
so sexy slamming yourself onto that dildo."
"Mmmm hmmm." I gave Henry a non-committal nod and continued painting. I
had discovered that Henry talked more when I was silent.
"And then as things went along you had me use the dildo on you by hand.
I guess it was that first time you pulled the back of your thong panties
down and wiggled your greased-up ass at me and told me to stick it in.
Later, you were all but screaming 'Fuck me, Henry. Give it to me harder,
harder.' When we finished, I watched as you pulled the dildo out of your
well-fucked ass. The only thing missing was a stream of fresh cum oozing
from your gaping hole."
"Go on," I said as I capped the nail polish and alternately blew on and
waved my hands back and forth to dry the polish quicker.
"Well, even though you had just drained my balls dry, I felt my cock
start to rise again as I thought about fucking your ass and depositing a
huge load of cum there."
"Why didn't you? Why didn't you just mount me and take me for a ride?"
"You'll think it's stupid," Henry said.
"Try me," I replied.
"Well, two reasons. First, and most importantly, I wasn't sure if it was
something you'd want me to do."
"Fair enough. What's the second reason?"
"I didn't want you to think I was a ****** or something." I laughed.
"See, I told you you'd think it was stupid."
"No, no, no, Henry, it's not that at all. It's just the idea that I'd
just finished sucking your cock and swallowing your load and you thought
that wanting to fuck me would make me think you were queer?" I laughed
again. "Henry, didn't you know that studies have shown that oral sex is
the most common type of sex between homosexuals?"
Henry gaped at me for a minute, and then suddenly stood up. His posture
was very combative.
"Are you saying that you already think I'm a queer?"
"Henry, calm down. I'm not saying that at all. You still like to fuck
girls, right?"
"Hell yes," he said a little too quickly.
"And you still look at a sexy girl when she walks by, right?"
"Oh yeah," he said.
"And when you're in the locker room at the field house, do you look at
the guys in the shower and wish that they would suck your cock, or that
you could suck theirs?"
"No way!"
"Then I'd say you're definitely not queer, Henry. I still like girls
too. I just sometimes feel like dressing like one. And when I'm dressed
like a girl, I just happen to get a sexual charge out of acting like a
bad girl." Henry nodded.
"I really do consider myself to be Stacey when I'm dressed like this and
doing things that guys like girls to do," I continued. "Short of being
forced, you'd never catch me sucking cock while I'm not dressed."
Henry sat back down. His posture was much more relaxed. I could see that
he had passed some sort of mental block about all of this, or had at
least come to a better rationalization of it in his mind.
I tested my nails to make sure they were dry, and then I stood. I put my
hands on my hips and faced Henry with one hip thrust forward.
"So are we okay with this?" I asked. Henry nodded. "Good, because
tonight this girl is looking to suck some cock and swallow a few loads
of nice hot cum. How do I look?"
"You look really hot in that outfit," Henry said. I did a very short
catwalk turn and looked back over my shoulder at Henry, tossing my hair
as I did so.
"You think so?" I asked. I already knew the answer.
"Oh hell, yeah." I bent over to adjust my ankle strap, fully aware of
Henry's eyes devouring my backside.
"See anything you like, Mr. President?" I teased. I quickly raised and
lowered my skirt, giving Henry a flash of my thong panties.
"You betcha." I stood up and then sat down on the toilet facing Henry.
"You know we only finished one side of our conversation," I said.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well," I explained, "we only really arrived at two conclusions. One,
you'd like to fuck my ass; and two, you're not queer for thinking about
it."
"I'm not sure I'm following you."
"Well, we never really established whether or not it was something I
wanted to do." I saw the light of realization dawn on Henry's face. It
was priceless.
"But, I thought...," he started to say when a loud knock rattled our
room door in its frame.
"Yo, Henry, you in there?" Brendan said.
Henry stood bolt upright, like he'd just been caught doing something he
shouldn't. He glanced quickly around the bathroom, like he wasn't sure
what he was looking for. I remained seated.
"What'll we do?" he asked quickly.
"Henry, he already knows you're here. He probably saw your car in the
parking lot. Why don't you go let our guest in?" The next knock on the
door was even louder than the first. "He sounds quite anxious to meet
me."
Henry nodded and headed for the door. I closed the bathroom door behind
him. I hadn't had a chance to get my small black purse from the box on
my shelf. I would have to work on that. There were a few things I needed
out of it to complete my persona. And there were a few things in the box
I might need later too, I decided.
"Is she here?" I heard Brendan say in a not-so-hushed whisper.
"Yeah," Henry said, "she had to use the bathroom."
"Is she gonna do it, dude?" Brendan asked.
"What? Blow you? Sure she is. I told you, this girl is just insane for
sucking cock."
"She's not a skank is she?" Brendan asked.
"Do I look like the kind of guy that would stick my dick in some skank's
mouth?" Henry said. "She's hot, dude. She always wears short skirts and
garter belts and all of that Victoria's Secret crap. You're gonna flip
when you see her."
I decided that Henry had said enough. If I waited any longer, he'd have
me as the second runner-up for Miss Hawaiian Tropic two years running. I
reached over and flushed the toilet, and then ran some water in the sink
like I was washing my hands.
I surveyed myself in the mirror, checking my wig and makeup one last
time. I took a deep breath to calm myself, blew my reflection a kiss,
and then opened the door.
Brendan's face lit up when he saw me. Good, I thought, at least I knew
he didn't think I looked like a skank. Now the only question was how to
play this out?
"You must be Brendan," I said, extending my hand.
"And you must be Stacey," he replied, standing to grasp my hand. "I'm
glad you were able to come out tonight on such short notice." I could
smell the beer on his breath even at arm's length. Obviously he had
continued the party in his car on the way back from getting more beer.
"Oh, I never pass up a chance to party with Henry." I withdrew my hand
and strutted over to Henry, who was leaning on his dresser. As I neared
I reached out and ran a finger down his arm. As he moved to take my
hand, I turned my back on him and let my hand swing back into his
crotch. I made sure Brendan saw as I cupped my hand between his legs and
grabbed his cock through his shorts. "Or with 'Little Hank,'" I added.
It had the desired effect on both Henry and Brendan. Henry grew a little
stiff in his shorts while Brendan's eyes about bugged out of his head.
Henry had played me up to be insane for sucking cock and I felt an
obligation to live up to his image of me.
"Sure was a long ride out here," I said to no one in particular. I sat
down near the head of Henry's bed and crossed my legs seductively.
"Makes a girl thirsty."
"Oh, yeah," Brendan said. He reached down beside my bed and came up with
two beers. Henry already had one on top of his dresser. "You want one,
Stacey?"
"Sure would," I answered. Brendan walked over to me with the beer held
out, but as I reached for it he drew it back.
"I guess maybe I should check your ID and make sure you're at least 18,"
he said with a smirk.
"Let me see where I might have left it," I rejoindered. I made a show of
patting my non-existent pockets for my non-existent ID. "Oh wait, I know
where I might have left it." I reached out and quickly ran both of my
hands up the leg holes of Brendan's running shorts. They converged on
his soft, warm cock. "There it is," I said mischievously and then I
removed my hands.
Henry laughed and Brendan stood there with a goofy grin on his face. He
flushed slightly as he handed over the beer. I handed it right back to
him. "Open it for me, would you, hon? I don't want to break a nail, you
know."
There was a soft "pffft" as he opened my beer. He handed it back to me
and sat back down on my bed. For awhile I listened to Brendan prattle on
about football and school and such. While he talked he kept trying to
steal glances up my skirt without looking too obvious. He wasn't very
good at it.
I egged him on outrageously, crossing and uncrossing my legs, stretching
and arching my back, the whole nine yards. There was no doubt that I was
the focus of his attention. I finished my beer and Brendan got me
another, not needing to be asked to open it for me this time. I smiled
sweetly and thanked him.
After he'd sat back down, he made a lame joke about asking me for my ID
again. I laughed politely. Henry and I each had another beer and Brendan
had what seemed like two to every one of ours. I was killing time,
hoping he'd have to go take a piss soon. Almost as if he'd read my mind,
Brendan stood up and excused himself.
The door had no sooner clicked shut before I was moving toward the
closet. Henry said nothing as I brushed past him, trying to keep from
making too much noise in my heels. I threw open the door, snatched the
box down, and quickly pawed my way through it.
I located my purse quite easily. I knew what was already inside of it--
lip gloss, some touch-up makeup, everything I would need if I ever went
out dressed up. But there was also something there that even Henry
didn't suspect--condoms. Not two days ago I had bought one of those nice
little three-packs. I was getting so desperate for fresh cock that I was
ready to cruise the campus looking for glory holes.
I checked the contents to be sure all was in order, and then dug one
last time for the small 'travel-size' bottle of AstroGlide I'd acquired
as well. I had just shut it in my purse and was coming back to sit on
the bed when Brendan came out of the bathroom. He immediately saw me
with my purse in hand and thought something must be up.
"What's going on?" he said suspiciously. "She gonna bail on us or what?"
Henry looked at me and remained silent.
"I left my purse on the desk by the door," I said innocently enough. "I
guess I was in such a hurry to get to the bathroom when we arrived that
I tossed it as soon as we walked in."
Brendan's look told me that he hadn't found my story convincing. I
decided to ratchet things up a notch.
"I normally wait until the conversation has more of a sexual undertone
before I get started, but if it will put you more at ease, sweetie, we
can do this right now." I walked over and sat on the edge of Henry's bed
next to where Brendan was standing. I reached out and grabbed the
waistband of his shorts, pulling him closer to me. He didn't exactly
resist.
I pulled the front of his shorts down and his cock bobbed free. It
wasn't completely soft, but it obviously wasn't as hard as it could get
either. I had seen glimpses of it earlier, but seeing it up close--
especially this close to my mouth--made me want it even more!
"Damn, girl, you get right to the business!" Brendan said.
"I don't know what all Henry told you about me," I said as I licked my
lips with anticipation, "but if he told you that I love deep-throating
cock and swallowing big loads of cum, then he was right." I stroked him
softly with my left hand. My right hand pulled his shorts down further
and then cupped his balls. "I hope there's plenty of spunk in there for
me."
"Oh, you bet there is," Brendan said. "There's probably enough in there
for two or three good loads."
"There's only one way to find out," I said. "But first, let's set a few
ground rules, okay?" Brendan's cock was swelling as I spoke.
"Henry told me about your girlfriend, and I have a regular boyfriend
too, so if you don't make any marks on me that I have to explain, I
won't make any on you, understood?" Brendan nodded. "I'm here to blow
you. I'll blow you as many times as you'd like, but my pussy is off
limits. I don't even want to feel your hands up my skirt. And I'm not
your stripper, either, so don't expect any T & A floor show. Do we have
ourselves a deal?" His cock was still growing!
"Oh yeah, Stacey. Whatever you want, baby."
I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, careful not to touch him at
all, but making sure he could feel my hot breath. It took all of my
willpower not to close my lips around it. He groaned as I withdrew and I
added, "Oh yeah. Henry has a different set of rules, by the way. And
none of this is negotiable."
"I got it. I got it! God, would you suck my dick already?" Brendan said.
There was almost a pleading tone in his voice.
"It'll be my pleasure," I said, smiling up at him. "Of course, it'll be
your pleasure too." I closed my lips around the head of his now-stiff
cock, taking about two inches of the shaft in with it. Brendan
stiffened, but then relaxed. He groaned again, but this time it was
obviously from pleasure.
I licked his shaft and sucked on his head. I twirled my tongue around
his head and sucked a comfortable length back into my mouth. I started
bobbing my head up and down, moaning genuine pleasure as I enjoyed every
inch of my first new cock on campus.
"Put your hands on her head," Henry said. "It drives her wild." I felt
Brendan's big hands on top of my head, guiding me up and down on his
cock. A moan escaped my pleasantly full mouth.
"Jump in here, man," Brendan said to Henry.
"You go ahead," Henry said. "I want Stacey to concentrate on making your
first blowjob from her a memorable one."
"Fuckin'-A," Brendan said. I continued slurping on his now-hard tool.
"She sure has one hot mouth."
I licked his shaft up and down, stopping every once in awhile to twirl
my tongue around his cock head again. I licked his balls too, taking
them in my mouth gently and massaging them with my tongue. Brendan was
moaning and he was bucking his hips.
"You have a beautiful cock," I said, licking his shaft some more. "I'll
bet you have a hard time keeping your girlfriend out of your pants. Does
she suck your cock like this? Does she appreciate your magnificent
tool?"
"Well, she likes to fuck well enough, but she's definitely not into
cocksucking as much as you."
"Has she ever deep-throated you?" I asked. I slathered my tongue once
more all over his cock, getting it ready for its maiden voyage down my
throat.
"Hell no," he said. "She tried once or twice, but she kept gagging on it
and gave up."
"Well, sweetie," I said, "I may gag on it a time or two myself, but
before I go home tonight I'm going to feel your hairy balls slapping
against my chin as you fuck my mouth."
"You're so fucking hot..." Brendan began.
"In fact," I interrupted him, "I think I'll give it a try right now." I
took a deep breath and plunged his thick dick into my mouth.
It was longer than Henry's, but not by much. It was thicker, however. In
fact, the more I thought about it, the more its length and width
reminded me of Ms. Callahan's dildo, the Terminator.
With that thought in my mind, my jaw adjusted like magic to accommodate
him. Brendan's hot fleshy cock slid all the way down my throat with
almost no effort. I felt his hands grasping the back of my head and I
felt as well as heard his moans. I was moaning too--this was the biggest
real cock I had ever sucked, and it felt incredible.
Brendan clutched my head, grinding his hips against my face as I wrapped
my hands around his thighs. I could feel his pubic hair tickling the end
of my nose and his warm balls mashed against my chin.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" he said. He held my head there for a few moments, just
grinding his crotch against it. Then he started moving his hips and
humping my face with very short strokes.
I came up for air, and then plunged his cock back down the length of my
throat. My hands wandered from the backs of his thighs to firmly grasp
his toned, muscular butt cheeks. Brendan was talking up a storm as I
throat-fucked him. Just when I thought we'd reached a comfortable rhythm
he suddenly began thrusting faster and faster. 'Ahhhhhhhhhhh, shit!" he
cried, "I'm gonna blow my load!"
I quickly grabbed a lungful of air and pulled Brendan back in.
"Mmmmmmmm," was all I had time to manage.
"Oh fuck. Your mouth is so fucking hot. Here it comes, Stacey. Here it
comes! Ahhhhhh... ahhhhhh... ohhhhh yeahhhhhh!" Brendan came forcefully
and I could feel his swollen cockhead pulsing in my throat as it spewed
its thick load. His balls, pressed firmly against my chin, throbbed with
each spurt. Before he could finish I pulled away, just far enough to
catch the last few spurts in my mouth.
My pleasure at tasting new cum was obvious from all the moaning I was
doing around my mouthful of cock. As the throes of his orgasm subsided I
stroked his cock while I sucked on the head, greedily trying to get
every possible drop of his first load. I massaged his balls as well,
rolling them around and gently squeezing the last drops from them also.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," I said dreamily. I could feel my own semi-erect clittie
throbbing pleasantly where it was tucked inside my panties. "That was
wonderful. I love the way you taste." I gave Brendan's softening dick
one last deep suck before releasing him from my mouth totally.
Brendan collapsed backward onto my bed. His cock and balls bouncing
invitingly as he sat down on the edge and laid back. "Stacey, you're the
best-kept secret this little college town has. I can't believe you made
me come so fast. Your mouth is too incredible. Un-fucking-believable."
I looked over at Henry. He had stepped out of his pants and was dropping
his underwear (I was disappointed not to see his cock straining inside
his pair of red satin panties but I more than understood). His cock
bobbed free, already hard and dripping pre-cum.
I slid off of the bed onto my knees and Henry stepped toward me. I
slurped him into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down for a few moments
before directing him to the edge of the bed to sit next to Brendan. I
removed Brendan's shorts from around his ankles and gave his soft cock a
few slurps for good measure while I was between his legs. Then I got
down to business.
I sucked Henry first, enjoying his cock all over again for the um*****th
time. What made this time special, however, was the aftertaste of
Brendan's cum in my mouth while I sucked Henry. As I applied my lips and
mouth to Henry's cock I fondled Brendan's dick and balls with my left
hand.
They both moaned as I worked them over. They were each resting back on
their elbows with their legs splayed wide, giving me ample room. "Oh
yeah, suck that dick," Brendan said, watching me work on Henry. "Milk
that cock with your sweet mouth."
""Don't think I've forgotten you still owe me one or two more loads of
cum yourself," I said. "Only this time I'm not going to let you spend it
down my throat before I really get to taste it."
"Daaaaammmmn," Brendan replied.
After five or ten minutes of sucking Henry's tool, I decided to see if I
could bring Brendan's meat back to life. Apparently the "live sex show"
of me sucking Henry wasn't enough stimulation for him. Now I stroked
Henry's hard length with my right hand as I moved back in between
Brendan's thighs.
First I nuzzled at his balls, gently mouthing them and licking them in
turn. Then I suckled his soft cock. He stirred slightly, but I started
to fear he might not rise to the occasion at least one more time.
Finally, I pulled out the last stop: I sucked his cock into my mouth and
when he was comfortably inside I opened wide and took his balls in as
well.
Brendan squirmed as my tongue danced all over his private parts filling
my mouth. "Shit, Stacey," he said, his voice rising an octave, "you're
one hot cocksucker. I thought they only did that shit in porno movies."
His cock was growing noticeably faster now. So fast, in fact, that I
wasn't able to keep his whole package in my mouth very long.
I held on as long as I could before I released Brendan, gasping for air.
His cock was definitely hard now, and I decided it was time to put my
plan--the part Henry wasn't even aware of--into action.
I urged them both to stand and, tugging on their cocks, pulled them
closer together. I was on my knees between them with a cock in each
hand. I alternated between them, sucking one while I stroked the other.
They were both enjoying my attention and Brendan talked constantly.
Finally, I decided it was time to spring my real trap.
I stopped sucking both cocks and sat back on Henry's bed behind me. They
both gave me funny looks. "I have an idea," I said. Henry flashed me a
concerned look. I ignored him. "It's no secret how much I like to suck
cock," I continued, "but it's not every day I have two cocks as
beautiful as these to work with." I picked up my purse and opened it.
"Now I get to suck Henry's cock a lot and I've tasted his cum a thousand
times, so I thought it might be fun to try something new tonight."
Henry's concerned look grew more intense. I pulled the package of
condoms from my purse and reached back inside. Henry's look of concern
changed to one of surprise.
"Now I told you I have a boyfriend, so my pussy is off-limits, but I
don't have any problem giving my mouth freely. So I thought since I have
a nice new cock to suck on that I might like to try Henry's cock in my
tight virgin ass." Henry looked like he'd swallowed his Adam's apple.
"That way I can have a cock in both ends for a change!" I pulled the
bottle of AstroGlide out and set it down next to the condoms.
"All-fucking-right!" Brendan exclaimed. Brendan looked thrilled at the
prospect of taking part in a three-way. Henry was trapped and he knew
it. There was no way he could macho his way out of me offering him my
ass in front of Brendan--it was put up or shut up time. He and I both
knew our relationship would never be the same once he fucked me in the
ass.
Henry hesitated only briefly before he picked up the package of condoms
and opened them. He offered the rubber to me. "Do you want to put this
on me or shall I do it?"
"Ooooh, let me do it," I said, taking the offer. "It'll make the moment
even more perfect if I'm the one who gets you ready to take my ass
cherry." I tore open the package while my mouth closed around Henry's
cock once more. I sucked him for a few moments. The prospect of fucking
me in the ass had his cock even harder than it had been before!
Taking care to squeeze the air from the tip, I rolled the condom down
his length. Once it was on I gave it a few good strokes. Henry was still
as hard as nails. I positioned myself on the bed on all fours and
Brendan immediately stepped back in front of me, placing his cock right
at my mouth. I sucked him in quickly, noting the added hardness to his
member as well.
I felt Henry's weight moving behind me on his bed. My stomach was
****ted in nervous anticipation and I fought to keep my legs from
quivering like a bitch in heat (although I certainly felt like one!). I
urged him on between mouthfuls of Brendan's dick.
"Rub your hands on my ass," I said, "Lift up my skirt and stroke my
ass." Henry ran his hands up the back of my thighs. The satin lining of
my leather skirt rustled invitingly as his hands rose higher, sliding my
skirt up as they went.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," I purred. My body responded to the touch of Henry's
warm, rough hands. As he rubbed my ass I moved against his hands. "Pull
my thong panties to one side." Henry did just that, exposing my virgin
hole to his eyes.
"Stick it in her, man," Brendan urged. He was relentlessly using my
mouth and I loved every minute of it. I could scarcely wait until both
my wanton holes were filled.
"Finger my tight little butt hole, Henry," I said. "Lube up your fingers
and warm me up for your big, hard cock." I felt Henry lean over to
retrieve the bottle of AstroGlide from next to my left knee. He deftly
flipped it open and I felt the cold lube slowly dripping on my sensitive
asshole. Henry's index finger followed almost immediately.
I pushed back against his intruding digit, urging it deeper, wanting it
all the way inside of me. "Oooooh yeah. Give me more. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. Just
like that. Uh-huh!" Henry had added more lube and his middle finger to
my hole. He had barely begun thrusting two fingers into me and my ass
was already itching for more!
I tried concentrating on Brendan's cock for a few minutes in a fruitless
effort to take my mind off of Henry's teasing fingers in my rear
passage. He was going to have to do me soon or I was going to go crazy
with lust!
"Fuck me, Henry," I cried when I could no longer contain my pent-up
lust. "Grease your hot cock and fuck my brains out!" I felt Henry's
fingers withdraw from my ass. I glanced over my shoulder and watched as
he squeezed a generous amount of lube into his hand and began stroking
his pole. He adjusted his position on the bed and brought his cock just
a fraction of an inch from my waiting ass.
I pushed back, attempting to get his cock into my ass but he withdrew
slightly, frustrating me. His hands gripped my hips tightly. "Talk to
me, Stacey," Henry said. "Tell me what you want."
"Fuck me," I said. "Fuck my ass with your hot, hard cock." I pushed back
once more and Henry pulled back again. I moaned. "I want your cock deep
in my ass, Henry. I want to feel your balls slapping against mi...," my
heart skipped a beat as I almost said 'mine,' "... my ass cheeks. I've
wanted you in my ass since the first time I sucked your cock." My voice
dropped to a throaty whisper.
"Fuck me, Henry, please? Please fuck me. Stick your dick in my hot
virgin ass and make it all yours."
"You'd better fuck her quick before she has a meltdown!" Brendan said.
I leaned forward and sucked Brendan's cock into my mouth and back down
my throat. Henry lined his cock up at the entrance to my butt hole and
pushed forward. His cockhead parted my tight opening, forcing its way
past my little brown pucker and into the depth beyond. I moaned my
pleasure with Brendan's dick balls-deep in my throat.
"Shit, Stacey!" he said. "If you keep moaning like that I'm gonna blow
another load real soon!"
Henry paused for just a moment, and then pushed again, sliding more of
his length inside me. I moaned again. Brendan squirmed. Henry gave one
last push and buried himself to the hilt inside of me.
"Oh God, that feels soooooo fucking good!" I said. "It's all yours now,
Henry. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep." He pulled out halfway and then
plunged back inside me once more and began fucking me. Brendan tapped my
cheek with his cock, reminding me that there was something on the other
end to pay attention to also.
They quickly fell into a good rhythm. I bucked back against Henry's
thrusts as much as Brendan's grip on my head would allow. Henry's
insistent thrusts drove me forward and plunged Brendan's cock back down
my throat.
"That's right," Brendan said, "fuck her ass. Bang her hot ass while I
fuck that pretty little mouth. You're so fucking hot, Stacey. What a
talented mouth you've got. How's her ass, Henry?"
"She's so fucking tight. This feels as good as any pussy I've ever
plugged." I tried to squeeze Henry's cock as hard as I could with my
ass. "Oh yeah, baby. Do that again. Squeeze my prick with your hot ass
muscle." I squeezed again. "Oooooh yeah. That feels incredible."
Henry picked up the pace of his thrusts. His hands slid from my hips and
now grasped my garters. He tugged on them as he pulled me back and then
slammed me forward. My head was swimming in delirious pleasure from the
efforts of these two studs.
"This is so fucking awesome," Brendan said. The squelching sounds of his
cock fucking my mouth mingled with the flesh-on-flesh slapping of
Henry's loins colliding with my ass cheeks. "Watch her ass dance while
you fuck it. I love the way it jiggles every time you plow into it."
I loved getting fucked; I loved getting it in both ends at the same
time. Henry's cock felt so much better than Ms. Callahan's strap-on
dildo ever had. It was warm and alive and moved with a natural motion no
piece of latex could ever duplicate. This last act had brought Stacey
irrevocably into her womanhood. I felt complete now and I loved every
second of it.
As Henry fucked me his balls were colliding against my own still
imprisoned inside my satin panties. The pleasure I was receiving in both
ends was causing my clittie to stir once more. In the back of my
pleasure-sotted brain one more scheme lingered. Timing was essential so
my mind plotted while the rest of my body sucked and fucked.
After what seemed an eternity (but was probably more like ten minutes)
Brendan pulled out of my mouth. "I'm getting close, Stacey. I'm almost
ready to blow."
"Give it to me; give me your hot cum. Fill my mouth with your sweet
juice. Make me taste every stringy gob before I swallow it all," I said.
"Fuck yeah!" Brendan said. He slid his cock back into my mouth and down
my throat but his strokes became shorter and more hurried almost moments
after re-entry. "Oh yeah... uh-huh... yeah... oh fuck your mouth is so
hot... I'm coming... Ahhhhhhhhhh... yeah!"
And come he did. He pulled back until only the head of his cock was
between my lips as he spewed his second load into my waiting mouth. The
force of his climax soon abated, but he continued pumping his cum into
me. He must really have been saving it up I thought, swallowing his
sizable load as more kept coming.
Henry didn't slow down while Brendan finished up. I kept Brendan's
softening dick between my lips as Henry hammered away at my rear
passage. With more time to concentrate now, I began squeezing my ass
around Henry's cock on every down-stroke. He, too, I thought would be
coming soon. It was time for the last part of my plan.
"Oh Henry," I said, "your cock feels so good in my ass. I want to feel
you swell as you come deep inside me." He renewed his efforts, plunging
balls-deep in my ass now, and pulling out until only the head remained
inside of me before he rammed it home again.
"Rub my clittie, Henry," I finally said. "Rub my clittie through my
satin panties and make me come. I want to come in my panties while
you're coming in my ass. C'mon, Henry, rub my clittie. Ooooooooooh.
C'mon. Rub my clittie and make me come!"
Henry paused, unsure of what to do next. Once again, I had him in a
position he couldn't macho his way out of. After giving him my ass-
cherry the least he could do in front of Brendan was get me off, right?
"Do her, man," Brendan said. "Hump her sexy ass and make her cream in
her panties the same time you're blowing your wad." If Brendan only knew
what making me cream in my panties meant!
Henry started fucking me again, quickly settling back into his earlier
pace. An electric thrill ran through me as I felt his right hand snake
its way around my hip and between my legs. His hand groped around until
his fingers finally found the head of my tucked-away clittie.
He began rubbing my clittie as his efforts in my ass slowed down to a
slow, sensual humping. His thrusts were now limited to his own hip
action, but I could tell by his breathing that he was nearing
completion.
I couldn't wait for Henry. The stranger's touch of his hand between my
legs was just too thrilling. "Ooooh Henry, that feels so good," I said.
"Oh yeah! Rub it! Rub my clittie. Yeah... Mmmmm-hmmmm... Mmmmm hmmmmm...
I'm going to come! Oh Henry! Rub it! Yeah. Oooooohhhhhhh."
I came so hard my body shook. I felt my own hot cum rush out, flooding
my panties and oozing out where Henry's cock filled my ass. My own
clenching spasms were more than Henry could bear. He gripped my hips
with both of his hands and drove into me as far as he possibly could.
"Unnnnggghhhhh," was all Henry managed as I felt his cock swell inside
me. His balls throbbed where they were pressed between my ass-cheeks as
he filled the condom with his load. I moaned my appreciation, trying to
rotate my hips to stimulate him more. Having a living, spasming cock
deep inside was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. Henry made a few
short stroking motions but mostly stayed buried balls-deep as he
finished his orgasm.
All three of us were startled by the loud banging on the door. "Brendan,
you in there?" an unidentified voice asked. Brendan turned his face
toward the doorway.
"Yeah. What's up?" He was rubbing his cock on my lips and I opened them
to allow him in.
"Kim's looking for you. She sounded pissed."
"Fuck," Brendan said as he withdrew from my mouth. He looked down and me
and Henry. Henry was still semi-hard and rooting around in my well-
fucked ass.
"Enjoy the afterglow you two," he said as he threw on his shorts.
"Stacey, your mouth is still un-fucking-believable. I hope we meet again
soon!" He raced for the door and stopped before rounding the corner.
"Don't forget I still owe you one more good load of cum." He smiled and
then disappeared.
I slumped to the bed, Henry still on top of me. I could feel his cock
slowly shrinking, withdrawing from my gaping ass a fraction at a time as
it did so. Finally, Henry pulled out and rolled over beside me. I rolled
onto my side to face him. Neither of us knew exactly what to say.
"That was incredible," we both finally blurted out at the same time.
Then, "You first," and then "No, you." We laughed.
"Henry," I said, "that felt incredible. I've never felt more alive--more
complete. Any regrets?"
"Just one," he said, "well, two, actually." I waited.
"Well, first of all I wish we'd have done this sooner. It was incredible
and I kind of wish I'd had you all to myself the first time." He smiled
a sheepish kind of grin.
"Selfish boy," I mocked him. "And your second regret?"
"You'll think I'm queer," Henry said.
"Don't start that again, Henry. We've just been as intimate as two
people can ever get. Nothing we can do together will ever, ever make me
think you're queer."
"Well, I regret not helping you get off sooner, too."
"Say what?" I asked.
"Rubbing your...," he paused, more than a little embarrassed, "... your
clittie; feeling you pulse under my fingers as I got you off inside your
panties... I wish I'd have done that for you before too. Knowing I was
giving you a little of the pleasure you've given me, it was awesome."
I reached over and grasped Henry's cock. He was half-hard just talking
about it. I gave him a few tentative strokes before getting up off of
the bed.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I'm going to freshen up a little bit, Henry. And when I get back, I'm
going to suck that beautiful cock of yours until it's hard again. And
just as soon as it can't get any harder I'm going to bend over the end
of the bed here and you're going to fuck me up the ass again."
I flashed him a smile over my shoulder as I walked into the bathroom.
"Only this time, sweetie, there's not going to be any barrier between my
sweet ass and your hot cum. And," I swung the door and it began to
close, "you're going to hold my whole clittie in your hand and stroke me
off."
The door closed between us, but a whole new world had opened up.
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