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(INGER.STY)
(Copyright by the author, 1995)
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INGER
By Friar Dave
Friar_Dave@mhbbs.com
PART FIVE
I tried to remember where the Vaseline was, but then I had an
inspiration. I bent lower and reached between their legs. I began
gathering the lubricant that had come out of Inger's cunt: semen from
Ian and me and pussy juice from her. I'd never touched Ian's cock
before, but I didn't really think of that at the moment. All I knew
was that Inger's little asshole was bobbing up and down as she pumped
her pussy on his dick, and I wanted my cock in her ass.
I got a bunch of the stuff on my hand and lathered my cock up with it.
It really was slippery. Then I crawled up over them and kind of half-
crouched, holding my prick in one hand and trying to find her asshole.
"Hold still for a minute," Inger breathed to Ian. "I said HOLD STILL."
Ian groaned kind of pathetically, but then Inger lay down on top of
him, stretched out full length.
"Go real slow," she told me.
I finally found her asshole with the tip of my cock and slowly began
probing it into her. Inger started breathing harder. "That's it," she
said. "Really gentle -- push."
I pushed, as gently as I could. I felt her ass open slowly, and my
cock head seemed to be sucked into her.
She gasped, Ian moaned, and I damn near came right then and there. I
never imagined anything as tight around my cock. Her asshole was like
a rubber band around it. For a few seconds, all anyone could do was
breathe very loudly.
Then she said, "Okay, put it in the rest of the way -- but real slow."
Her pussy was terrific, her mouth was wonderful, but I never felt
anything like I felt when I slid my cock into her ass. For one thing,
it was hotter than her cunt. For another it was tighter, holding onto
my cock all the way, not just at the front. It seemed to take forever
to go all the way in, and she was panting very fast. But finally, I
felt her ass against my stomach. I pressed a little more and felt the
band of her sphincter close around the base of my cock.
"Oh, shit..." Ian mumbled. "I can feel it!"
He twitched, and I felt his cock move against mine inside her. "Me,
too," I said.
"I feel like I'm going to split in two," Inger sighed. "Okay, you
guys. Ian, you hold still. Bill has to do the work."
I took that as my cue and began moving back a bit. Her asshole held
onto my cock as if it was sucking it. I felt Ian's dick twitching in
response to my movements, and all the time, the opening to Inger's ass
kept clenching down on my prick. When I was halfway out I pushed back
in. Inger moaned, "I'm going to cum already."
I moved a little faster. Ian started gasping and moaning, too, and
then Inger had like a convulsion between us. I felt her ass clamped
down on my cock, and felt Ian jerking some. I knew Inger's orgasm was
giving his cock a treat.
Inger suddenly whispered, "Oh, yes, now fuck the shit of me!"
I started throwing it to her then, fast and hard, pulling almost all
the way out and driving completely in again. Inger started jerking and
spasming again, only this time she didn't stop. Ian's dick seemed to
get thicker in the adjoining hole, which tightened her ass on me.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Inger gasped each time I slammed into her. And then I
was cumming up her ass, cumming so hard I wondered if I was pissing,
but this felt a lot better. Inger let out a shriek and tightened still
more on my cock. And then Ian came, too. I could feel his cock
spasming, and then he lurched up, and I felt his balls against mine as
we both rumbled her full of semen. Inger just writhed between us, her
hips and ass bucking.
I kind of collapsed on top of her back, and pretty soon Ian began
complaining that he couldn't breathe, so Inger had me pull out -- and
told me to go wash it off -- then she rolled off Ian. I staggered to
the bathroom and washed my cock off -- it *was* pretty messy, too, and
that was no surprise, considering where it had been -- and when I got
back, Inger was sitting on my bed (and drooling semen all over my
sheets, I might add) and explaining the reward system to Ian. He was
nodding, a lot.
When he saw me, he grinned. "Now I know why you've gotten to be such a
math wizard."
That was when the phone rang. Inger looked shocked and went white in
the face. She jumped off the bed and told us to be quiet and ran to
answer it. It was Dad.
Roger's Return
The trip and seminar and dinner were every bit as boring as I'd
expected them to be. The closest I came to excitement was when there
was no answer to the phone at the apartment -- just the answering
machine. I doubted Inger and the boys had gone out, but figured I'd
try again later. In the meantime I called Bernice, and we had an
overheated chat on the phone, this time with me whacking off (per her
instructions) at the same time as she did. Then I mentioned I was
going to try calling the apartment again and explained why. Bernice
volunteered to check on it for me and said she'd call back if there
was any kind of problem. I guess there wasn't because when I called
again at 11:30, Inger answered the phone. She seemed a bit breathless,
but said I'd wakened her from a sound sleep. No, they'd been in all
night, she told me, and said she'd have to check the ring volume.
Whatever. Everything seemed to be fine.
Anyhow, tonight Bill asked about letting Inger tutor Ian, too,
regularly. He said they'd tried it the night before and everything
seemed to have worked out pretty well.
Hey, I like Ian. I have no problem with it. Besides, his parents can
pay Inger, too, so she'll be getting more than she expected. I'm sure
she'll like that. And Bernice certainly endorsed the idea. She said it
would be good experience for Inger. In fact, Bernice suspects that
Inger's going to end up changing her career plans and become a high
school teacher. She told me Inger somehow reminds her of herself at
that age.
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INGER
By Friar Dave
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