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Byron's First Lover
by Pat Tomason (pat_tomason@hotmail.com)
***
A story from the late 70's of a high school freshman's
first "real" girlfriend. Though the process wasn't as
smooth as he had imagined, it was unforgettable. (mf-
teens, youths, 1st, mast, oral)
***
Authors note: This is the first of a series of stories
based on events during the 1970's. Though these stories
can not be properly called historical, nor can they be
called fiction. Rather they are distilled memories of
my life and the life of friends and family during those
heady days between the sexual revolution and the
backlash of the 80's. So they fall into the Hollywood
category "based on a true story". A factual framework
has been filled with details that are fuzzy memories at
best, hopefully making an entertaining story.
***
The high school freshman was flustered but trilled. She
was clearly talking to him. Why? He hadn't a clue,
girls never even noticed him, let alone talked to him.
With a combination of a spark of his own self worth and
a flame of adolescent hormones was surging over Byron
and he just let it take him for a ride.
The Commodores "Brick House was wrapping up in the high
school cafeteria, now acting as disco hall. It was the
spring of 1978, disco was king, but Byron, a self
proclaimed nerd, didn't listen to disco, he much
preferred what he and his friends called 'real' rock:
Cream, the Stones, the Beatles and such. Through the
heavy bass she tried to communicate with him. He
aggressively rejected all things disco and wore his
hippy clothes with pride, if to the derision of the
'in' crowd, but now a girl said wanted to know if he
wanted to dance.
He only knew her from an Algebra class they shared. He
name was Angie, and she was a sophomore and sat in the
second row on the left. The only time he'd spoken to
her was on two occasions when Mrs. Wilcox had put them
in the same review group for the two days at the end of
first semester. She had been nice, but as always he was
shy and tried to just blend into the background.
Angie on the other had was bubbly and friendly, but not
too good at Algebra, at which Byron was a whiz, so she
drew him into the study group despite his reluctance.
Though he tried to not let it show, her kindness to him
on those two occasions had hit a nerve in the shy but
studious boy. A girl noticed him and was nice to him.
That was a first. For a good month after that she
filled his mind during his marathon masturbation
sessions that took him late into the night.
It was not that Angie was a knock out, because she
wasn't, but perhaps her plainness is what gave him the
courage to even fantasize about her. Her plainness and
the fact she, like him, favored the oversized, out of
fashion clothes of the pre-disco era. She was about 5'
2" and, though not fat or even big, but in the old army
jacket she usually wore, she was more round shaped, or
was she normal sized but being short it just appeared
that way. Byron had absolute no experiences on which to
base any conclusions. The only naked girls he'd seen
came from his stash of his dad's Playboy's and
Penthouse's he'd absconded from a box in his parents'
closet.
It was the late 70's, the sexual revolution was at its
height. His sex-ed course at Jim Bowie High, in
suburban Dallas, taught all the good things about sex
but hardly even mentioned the option of abstinence
(that would one day become the only option in that kind
of course), his favorite female teacher, the debate
coach, wore skin tight jumpers to school that showed
off her hot body, and AIDS, would not appear for
several more years. On the other hand, it was long
before cable, the internet and before over the air TV
even touched nudity or sex.
So sex was seen as positive and open, but at the same
time access to sexual material for 15 year old boys was
as difficult as it had been a generation before. As
such, Byron longed to try out his newly acquired sexual
equipment but, given his age, shyness and lack of
macho, it seemed like a remote dream.
But, Angie, looked better than he ever remembered her
in class. Her hip-hugger jeans and cable knit sweater
indicated that rather than being shaped like a potato
as she usually did in class, she had massive tits and
just wore baggy clothes that hit that fact.
All these thoughts raced through his mind in the second
after she made her way though the crowded school
cafeteria after she had asked Byron if he wanted to
dance. Hiding both his surprise and his excitement,
Byron just said "Sure" and she lead him out to the dace
floor, which of course was just he middle of the
cafeteria. He was relived that as she guided him the
opening bars of "Staying Alive" blared. This was one of
the two disco songs he knew the steps to dance. He and
Angie lined up with the others and began to go through
the steps of "The Hustle" which he had learned last
year in gym class.
He tried to swagger and strut, but he just felt silly.
He relived when the next song was "Three Times a Lady",
a slow song. This wasn't the first time he'd slow
danced with a girl, but it was only the second. The
other time had been in 7th grade, and back then he
didn't have a 6 and 7/8ths inch penis rock hard filling
the front of his pants (and yes, he had measured it
more than a few times). How could he help getting a
boner, she pulled him close, so her breasts pressed
against his chest.
He was aroused but mostly scared, what was he to do
now? Songs came and went, Some fast songs, but the slow
songs were the best. The longer they danced the more
she rubbed up on him, even holding his butt in hands,
to which he reciprocated and ran his hands over the
taunt denim. He explored looking for panty lines, but
found none. Was she panty-less? H knew he'd felt her
bra strap under the sweater, but... no panties? WOW!
On the fourth slow song he got up the courage to cup
her right breast over the sweater. He tensed waiting
for rejection, but instead she looked into his eyes
and, for the first time in his life, he got the "kiss
me" look from a girl. He responded and he tried to
follow her lead with lips and lounge, though he knew he
must be the worst kisser ever. They kissed off and on
(when the chaperones were on the other side of the
room) for an hour. He even managed to slip his hand
down the back of her pants, and sure enough there were
no panties and he touched her bare buns.
The dance ended and her father picked her up in front
of the school, but not before she had put her hand full
on the front of his pants to feel the stone shaft
beneath his denim. "Can I call you when I get home?"
"Sure, and he quickly gave her the number to the 'kids"
phone at his house. Bryon had a sister and brother;
they both used the phone so much his parents had
installed a second line upstairs just for the kids.
Byron rarely used it. But tonight..."
His mom picked him up a few minutes later. Despite her
persistent inquires about his night, he only would cop
to "I danced with a friend from my Algebra class"
He still had not lost his erection when the phone rang
in the upstairs hallway. They talked for three hours,
he was amazed. First he never talked to anyone for more
than five minutes and he'd never talked a potential
girlfriend like that. They talked again on Saturday and
on Sunday and then... for the first time ever, he and a
girl sat at lunch together. Well, he and Angie and her
girlfriends- her sophomore girl friends. Did he have a
girlfriend? He had arrived.
Each day at lunch they sat together and in the
afternoon, as soon as he got home each day, they began
talking on the phone and talked till his sister
demanded the phone, which was at 5:00 every day. The
first few days it was just mundane talk, but evidently
she wanted to say more and on Thursday said "You kiss
good. You really turned me on." Byron was taken aback,
but not unpleased to hear what she was saying. He had
wanted to ask what she had thought but was not going to
bring it up. "Me too" he lamely replied, "I know" she
said in her normal perky voice, "I could feel your
hard-on every time we slow danced."
"Really?" he was genuinely incredulous.
"Yea- how could I miss it, it's not like you're a
shrimp." Again Byron was at a loss for words so he said
nothing. After a few minutes of silence Angie asked
"Did I say something wrong?"
"No" Byron quickly retorted "It's just, I... I... Just
don't know what to say. I've never talked to anyone
like this before."
"You mean you didn't tell your friends you felt me up?"
"No, of course not. And it's not like I went very far."
He said defensively.
"You didn't have to tell them that part. But you didn't
tell them anything? I told my friends what we did." She
said, then added "And what I hope we will do"
Once again, Byron felt he was out of his depth and once
again the more experienced Angie took up the slack.
"Didn't you like me? I know we didn't do much, but I
thought you liked touching me?"
Byron, ready or not had to respond now, as he was
sitting in the upstairs hallway, he talked very quietly
and said "I mean, like, you have great tits, but I
didn't know if that was polite to say?"
"You like them? Really?" she asked.
"Hell ya, how could I not, they are amazing. It was so
cool for you to let me touch them, it was the most
exciting thing I've ever done" he babbled on.
"If you liked that, next time though, you need to get a
little more aggressive and I can promise I would have
let you go further," she said gently.
"Really?" He asked "You would, like how far?"
"I don't know, it's not like we could have gone all the
way right there, but there will always be next time."
She said.
Byron tried to sound mature, and besides now he was
turned on. "Yea, next time, I'll be ready."
"To do what?" she shot back.
His bluff was called. The truth was he hadn't the
slightest idea of what he would do. His hoped his
saving grace would be the fact that he had read a lot
of the stories in his dad's magazines, he'd try to act
like he'd thought them up. He didn't know if they would
be what she wanted but he didn't have any other idea of
what to do. After moving as far down the hallway, away
from his sister's room, as he could, he began quietly
and tentatively "I'd kiss you neck and unbutton your
shirt. Then I'd undo your bra..."
"I guess I should tell you, the only time I ever wear a
bra is at school and stuff like that," she interrupted.
"Really? Your mom doesn't make you or something?"
"Na, she problem doesn't believe in them; women's lib
and all that. She didn't buy me one until she got a
call from school telling her that I needed to start
wearing one. She was going to make a big fuss about it,
but my step-dad talked her out of it."
"Wow, my mom is liberal but not that much. I'm sure she
wouldn't let my sister go around braless if she was
built like you."
Angie laughed but continued her line of thought "oh,
and she'd had me on the pill since last spring."
"Have you needed it?" Byron asked, he had been curious
how experienced she was.
She didn't hesitate "Yea, right off I wanted to try out
the sex thing, so I told this guy, Sam, who lived up
the street that I was on the pill and wanted to try out
sex. He was a senior and we went into his garage and he
did me there, it was over in like three minutes"
"Did you like it?" he asked.
"It was over so fast, I didn't even get to begin to
warm up. The he was such a jerk about it, the next week
he invites me in while his parents were out and we do
it on the living room floor, but just like before it
was over before it had even begun. And what was worse
he changed the way he talked to me. I'd know him since
I was like in 3rd grade and he'd always been nice, but
after we did it the first time, he was just mean, like
I was dirt. I let him do me one more time, but after
that I told him no more. I don't think he talked to me
once in the six months before he went off to college.
That kinda left me gun shy, or should I say dick shy."
Byron laughed.
"I decided that although my mom didn't care if I had
sex..."
"She knew?"
"Oh, yea, she and I are open about that kind of stuff.
But, she leaves those decisions up to me, and I decided
I'd wait for a guys I really liked before I did it
again."
"So did you find a guy?" Byron asked, hoping he knew
the answer.
"Yea, he's kinda a geek, but he's my kind of guy. We
are in the same algebra class."
"A geek?" he asked playfully.
"Well, yea, but a cute geek, that has really grown up
this school year."
That he knew was true, not only had he outgrown two
pairs of pants since the school year began, not to
mention the fact he now was shaving once a week and
that 6 7/8 inch thing had added something like the last
inch and a half since school began. He decided to push
his boundaries "I guess your last grab Friday night
showed you how grown I've become."
"Oh, I had noticed long before that, we had been
dancing pretty close." She cooed "I look forward to
getting a closer inspection soon."
Their conversation that day and the next few days
become more explicit. Byron knew he had to find some
privacy, and had found a way to thread the phone cord
around the corner so he could hole up in the storage
room while he talked to his new, first, only
girlfriend. Starting that very first time in the
storage room, his right had jacked off his dick while
he held the phone with his left, though he was careful
not to climax while she was on the phone, nor did he
tell her what he was doing until on Tuesday night
(almost 2 weeks after the dance) she said "Do you know
I played with myself the last two nights while we talk
about sex?"
By now his reticence had fallen to his excitement "I've
been doing it too! Are you doing it now?"
"Yea," she said.
"So am I, tell me what you're doing?" he asked.
"We'll take turns," she replied.
"Cool."
"Well," she said taking a breath. "I'm laying on my
bed. I've taken off my panties and I'm rubbing my
clit." Byron got a 100% on the test that covered the
female body parts, and knew that the clitoris was
important to a girls arousal, but wasn't sure what that
exactly meant, but he knew from his reading his dad's
magazines that it was good. "My night shirt is pulled
up to my waist. If you were here you would see my pussy
is right out in the open. What about you?"
"Like I told you, there is no phone jack in my room,
I'm in the storage room at the end of our upstairs
hallway. It's a pretty big room, filled with boxes and
a couple of old dressers just used to store things. I'm
just sitting on the floor, with my jeans open and my
dick pulled out."
"What are you doing with it?" she asked.
"Moving my hand up and down it."
"Like you were fucking me?"
"Yea, but it would be so much better doing it in you."
He even surprised himself when those words rolled from
his lips.
"For me too," she said earnestly, he thought he heard
her breathing hard.
"Are you going to cum?" he asked. He knew the
vocabulary far better than the real thing.
"Not yet, but soon" she said "I think I'll get naked,
and imagine you are watching me."
"I wish I were."
There was a brief shuffling noise as she put down the
phone. Muffed by distance he heard her say. "I'm taking
off my night shirt" Then she evidently picked up the
phone again. "I'm lying on my bed, completely naked,
and my legs are spread for you."
He could only gurgled an incoherent reply.
"Would you fuck me?" she asked "If you were here?"
"Oh yea."
"for a long time?" her breaths were louder.
"Yes, for hours."
"Yes, for hours" she repeated "Fucking me for hours,"
as her breathing became louder. "Hang on, I need both
hands," she said.
He could still hear her but not as clearly, her words
became more disjointed and higher pitched, "Yes. In me!
Yes! Deep! Yes... Cumming! Ahhhh... ahhh..." then the
words were unintelligible for a bit fore she evidently
picked up the phone. She was breathing very hard "I put
two fingers all the way in... pretending it was you...
damn it was good... came hard."
He was furiously working his penis with his hand.
She spoke again after a minute or two, much more in
control. "That was hot. Did you hear me cum?"
Now it was his turn to be breathless, "Yea, it was the
sexiest thing I've ever heard."
"Now, I want to hear you cum for me." She said,
"imagine you are standing over me watching me cum. You
can see my titties and my pussy as you jack off."
His orgasm exploded. He almost dropped the phone as the
first convulsion spewed a long stream of milky fluid
half way across the room.
"You came?" her voice came from the phone. "You did.
Didn't you?"
That was the first of many sessions of what would, a
decade later, be called phone sex, and as it turned out
it was be weeks before they would get a chance to be
alone long enough to put any of their words into
action.
They were students at Jim Bowie High School, a new
suburban school outside Dallas. The trouble was that
she lived just a mile or so south of the school and he
lived almost ten miles south east, and neither of them
could drive. Almost two four weeks after the dance,
Byron rode is bicycle to school and before heading home
after school he stopped by Angie's. It was now or wait
until she returned from New Jersey after spring break,
which started after school the next day.
Riding his bike down a quite street he took little
notice of the neighborhood, focused only on the house
numbers. As a teenager, he didn't take any notice of
the type or strata in the world of suburban middle
class her family inhabited. Had he noticed he would
have known that, although he lived in nice middle class
neighborhood, this neighborhood was decidedly
wealthier.
What he did notice when he found the right house, was
that her father was home, that was unusual for Byron's
world in which fathers worked executive jobs and were
rarely home before six of seven. He was riding mower,
across the large lawn. It was early spring, and in the
Dallas area that meant it was hitting the high 70's and
even 80's during the day and the grass had been growing
for some time.
Angie answered the door, and right off he knew she had
told the truth that she did not wear bra's at home. She
stood in the door with a crop top and cut-offs. The hem
of the crop top stood off from her bare midriff a good
3-4 inches, competing for his attention were two very
obvious nipple budges in the light fabric of the top.
With her stomach bare, it was, for the first time clear
to Byron that she, other than her tits, was very small.
Contrary to how she appeared at school, her waist was
very small, and had he been more experienced, he would
have been able to articulate that her hips were also
slim. What he did see, what he was drawn to was the
fact that her bust dominated her figure. He did not
realize he was staring at her tits until she said, "I
guess you like how I look."
Embarrassed, he looked up and forced himself to look
her in the eyes. "I'm sorry..." he stumbled.
"Why? If you hadn't noticed, then you should have
apologized." And she moved in for a hard, deep kiss. He
could feel the soft flesh of her chest compress across
his chest. He so wanted to just reach under her shirt
and grab them, but he did not.
Several minutes and a good grab of her ass that was not
quite contained by the nearly legless cut-offs. "Is
this how you always dress at home?" he asked as she
ushered him in.
"Well, not exactly. The shirt is really too small for
me and I usually just wear it to bed, but I thought you
would like it."
"I do, lots," he said smiling broadly.
"I can tell," she replied as he made an exaggerated
look at the fly of his jeans which were stretched out
as for as the denim would allow. Once again he was
embarrassed, but this time he did not say anything.
Outside, the mover cut off. With out waiting to
explain, Angie grabbed a plaid sleeveless button up
that was laying on the back of the easy chair, and
pulled on over the crop top.
"Just a second" she said hurriedly and rushed to the
back door of the living room in which she had led him.
"Wait here," she said and rushed out grabbing a can of
Pepsi as she went.
When she returned a few minutes later she apologized
for the abrupt departure, "I didn't want my step-dad to
come in and catch us doing something he'd go crazy
about."
Byron was confused, "But I thought your mom was cool
with all that. You said she didn't care what you wear
and even got you on the pill."
The mower started back up, and Angie crossed the room
unbuttoning the over shirt as she went. "That's my mom,
and if she were the one here I'd be naked inviting you
to join me skinny dipping in the pool by now, but
that's my step-dad, Herb." She motioned him to follower
her to the back door. "He's not a bad guy, but he is
pretty square."
She took his hand and showed him the back yard with its
pool then back in the house she took him down the
hallway to her bedroom. She stood at the open door on
her left. "This is my room." It was done up with Pink
Floyd posters and love beads over the closet door. The
bed, unmade, was incongruously, an antique looking full
sized canopy bed, with stuffed animals strewn about its
rumpled surface. On the floor were some clothes and a
couple of books. She pulled him tight as they stood by
the door, "That's were I lay naked when we talk. I'd
show you now but in my room I might not hear if Herb
turns off the mower."
They went back to the large living room. She invited
him to sit, before she removed the over-shirt and
tossed it down. Sanding in front of Bryon who sat on
the couch, he could easily see under the short crop top
at the bottom of two fleshy globes. He made to reach up
under the hem of the short shirt to grab them, but
stopped short and laughed before taking his hands away.
Fifteen year old boys talk about sex, a lot; think
about sex, a lot, and fantasize about sex, a lot;
however, when it comes to doing those things, they are
scared to death. So when Byron was presented with
Angie's breasts, there for the taking; he balked.
Angie looked down at him, her face showed
disappointment and confusion. "Go, ahead and do it,"
she cajoled.
He wanted to. He really did want to, but why did he
hesitate? He looked up at her breasts and then to her
eyes. Angie's eyes were even more inviting than her
breasts, he slowly moved his hands to her waist, and up
her torso.
The mover outside stopped again. His hands jerked back
down again. She, with an anguished face, grabbed the
shirt again and put it on hurriedly. Not a moment too
soon she jumped into the easy chair across from Byron.
Her step dad came in, looked the room over and eyed
Byron.
"This is Byron" she offered before he spoke, or didn't
speak rather. The rather heavy man just nodded to Byron
and went past them into the kitchen door on the far
side of the living room. From the kitchen, he called
for Angie. She got a pained look on her face.
Byron sat again while Angie went to talk to her step-
father. He somehow knew he'd blown his chance today.
Sure enough, she came back into the living room and
plopped down in the same easy chair. "He said its time
for me to start supper. You have to go now."
Byron was crestfallen, and began to rise.
"But," she stopped him, he said "We have five more
minutes." Byron settle led back into the chair.
She then started to talk about, of all things, their
algebra home work. Byron was slow on the uptake. She
had positioned herself so that the high back of the
easy chair would completely block the view of her from
the kitchen door. As she began to speak she pointed to
her eyes and then to the door to the kitchen. Byron got
the message and nodded that he would let her know if
her step-dad appeared in the doorway.
"...And Bonnie said she would accept just the answers
on page 359..." she said as she unbuttoned the over
shirt. "...but I gotta say I just didn't get problems
15-23..." she winked at Byron, unbuttoned the over
shirt, and lifted the hem of the crop top over the mass
of her breasts.
It was a sight he would never forget. Her entire torso
was dominated by the huge teardrop shaped mounds of
flesh. His eyes traced the slope that began just below
her collar bone and moved down the expanding mass until
half way to her navel it made a final ascent up
areola's that seemed the size of drink coasters and
terminated at a small pencil eraser shaped nipple that
pointed straight out at him.
The most amazing thing was that her tits were so round,
the main mass spread out each side from the center of
the ribs, across her body and extended several inches
beyond her torso in each direction. Her tits were
bigger than her ribcage, he didn't know that was
possible. He had fantasized about those breasts, but
the reality was far better than he had imagined.
After the initial shock he took in the sight. As Angie
continued on with the banal talk about algebraic
formulas she cupped her two large mammaries under her
forearms, and lifted them up and out, as if to offer
them to him.
A shadow in the doorway drew his attention. His eyes
cut that way and Angie was ready for with an instant
reaction and before the door filled with her step-
father's shape the bosom was again under wraps and two
buttons of the over shirt were done up as she rose from
her seat.
Walking toward the door she whispered, "Well?"
"Wow!" was all he could utter.
She gave him a peck on the cheek and said, "I'm so
sorry you were rigid all that way for nothing. Next
time I'll plan better."
"It was more than worth the ride." Byron smiled, but he
was more than a little unhappy with himself for missing
the opportunity to touch her amazing boobs. It was hard
to ride with a staining hard-on. It that lasted all the
way home until he made it to his room to relieve his
desire; he was stopped by his mother with chores.
It was nearly two hours before he could extricate
himself from her. First chores then dinner, homework
but eventually he was hidden in the store room. He used
his signal for Angie to call him: calling her, letting
the phone ring once then hanging up. By the time she
called he had his penis out and stroking with abandon.
"I'm so sorry my step-dad was being a jerk. When I told
you to come over after school I didn't know he'd be
home so early."
"That's OK," Byron tried to calm his very angry
girlfriend.
"NO! It's not. If it had been my mom and not that self-
righteous bastard, we would have had some privacy" she
continued, then corrected "No, if it had been mom we
wouldn't have needed privacy, she wouldn't care if I
showed you my tits."
"I know you've said that, but are you sure?" he
continued to work to calm her down.
"Yea," she said sarcastically. "When she got home I
told her all about what happened."
"Even the part about lifting your shirt up?" He asked.
"Yea," she said, "and the fact you were about to feel
me up when he barged in."
"What did she say?" He asked.
"She said she'd talk to Herb and that you were very
sweet to make sure it was OK with me before you started
up my shirt."
"It's still hard to believe she wouldn't mind me doing
that."
"I told you, she knew when I did it before, and as long
as you're nice to me she wont give either of us a hard
time if... when... we go all the way."
Byron wanted to sound more in control than he felt. He
said "Then if she'd been there not him I'd gone a lot
farther than just feeling your tits."
"So what would you have done?"
That first time on she had guided the fantasy sex, and
then she had told him how she was masturbating on her
bed until he had cum, but this time she wanted him to
turn her on. Fortunately this time he was ready. For
the past week he'd been giving himself a crash course
on sex talk from the pages of Penthouse magazine. In
particular the letters section had proven helpful as
was sections from the book "The Happy Hooker" which he
had found some months ago in the same store room in
which he was sitting. He collected his thoughts and
said, "I would have continued up your stomach and put
my hands on your tits. I would have rubbed your nipples
and then sucked on them" he said, then added, "One by
one."
"I would have liked that. A lot. Mike did that for like
ten seconds each time we fucked, but I would like you
to do it for like, half an hour."
"I can do that," Byron assured her.
"OK, I'll remember your promised. Half an hour tit
sucking before you get further. So, then after sucking
my tits, what would you do?"
"Oh, I'd take off your clothes real slow, and kiss you
everywhere I expose."
"Everywhere?"
"Yep, from your head to your toes, and spend special
time on the place in between?"
"And what place would that be?" She asked teasingly.
Now feeling confident he said "I would kiss your pussy
lips just like I kiss your other lips." Now Byron said
this, but really didn't have a very good idea of what
he was saying, but he was pretty sure it was the right
thing.
He was sure when she said "Yea, just like that. Byron,
I have my fingers on my pussy lips right now. They are
soft and very sensitive. What would you do then?"
"I'd kiss your pussy for another half an hour. Soft
kisses, and deep hard French kisses."
"You'd put your tongue inside me?"
Byron tensed. Was this the wrong thing to say? The
stories talked about doing that, and he'd imagined
doing it many a night jacking off. But he put on a
brave front and elaborated "Yea, I'd lick deep into
your cunt and fuck you with my tongue."
"Wouldn't that be gross?" She said. He wasn't sure if
she thought it was gross or she was just testing him.
The reader must understand, that prior to the Bill and
Monika incident, oral sex was, while not taboo, not the
normal precursor to teen sex that it became in the
1990's. Byron was a bit surprised by her surprise, but
he loved imagining French kissing her down there, and
with his dick not fully erect, it seemed more desirable
than usual.
He said "It would be so sexy. I would have done it
today if we'd had time; done it as long as you could
stand it."
In a voice betraying true appreciation and surprise,
she said "You are the best boyfriend!" then she added
"and I would have given you a blow job."
His penis jumped in his hand with the thought of her
giving him a blow job, but he wasn't sure if a blow job
meant sucking or blowing, but he wasn't about to ask.
With false confidence he said, "If we do it together
it's called doing sixty-nine."
She encourage him by saying "Then we'll be miner sixty-
ninerers." She laughed and then said, "Then what would
you have done?"
"I would have taken off my pants, and then laid you
down on the floor, then spread your legs and fucked you
hard and long; for at least an hour."
"An hour? Wow, another promise to hold over you."
"Go ahead, when you get back from New Jersey, I'll make
good on that promise."
She evidently thought it was time to 'get busy' so she
took over the conversation and told him in detail how
"I am laying on my bed naked. The phone is being held
up to my head with my Mrs. Beasley. With my left hand I
am spreading my little lips open." Byron listened
intently "With my right hand I am starting to touch my
clit."
After that she did not speak for some time. He could
hear her breath moving to that regular state he knew
would soon lead to an orgasm. He stroked his penis and
tried to imagine what it looked like. He didn't have to
wait very long. Faster and louder than it had happed
the previous nights she said, "I'm cumming now." Then
let out a rather loud groaning scream.
He was working to his own climax as the sounds of her
excitement died out to just very labored breathing
when, over the phone, he heard another female voice. An
adult voice.
"You OK... Oppps... I'm sorry," then he heard a door
close rather hard.
He heard Angie moving around, then began to laugh
hysterically. Between her laughter she yelled "That's
OK Mom! I'm done, you can come in now."
He heard rustling, like sheets, then the other voice
again, obviously her mother's. It sounded like her
mother was laughing too "I didn't mean to disturb you,
I heard you scream" and as she said the last word it
was evident to Byron that her mother only got the full
picture as she was speaking: she'd walked in on her
daughter's climax. "Ooo, yea," her mom continued,
evidently flustered, "Yea, I get it now."
Angie's laughter rekindled. Through it she said "My
mom, the old hippy, embarrassed by sex... I didn't
think it was possible."
Her mom retorted "No, I was just startled."
"Lie," Angie shot back.
"OK, a little of both." And she again laughed. "But I
guess I shouldn't be shocked or embarrassed." She
paused, "and I guess I've raised you so that you're not
either. I must have done good as a mom."
"Too bad your Herb doesn't think so," Angie said
snidely
He mother's voice to a negative turn. Not angry, more
sad. She said, "It's hard for him. His is a
traditionalist and he's not going to change. You'll
just have to have Byron over when he's not home."
Byron heard the phone being picked up, "He's on the
phone if you want to tell him yourself."
Again the tone of the voice changed, "You mean he's...
you were on the phone with him while you... Oh,
Angie... I'm really sorry I interrupted... I'll talk to
you later." And he heard the door close again.
Angie's voice now came loud and clear over the phone,
"See I told you she was cool with us."
"OK, you were telling the truth," he said rather
incredulously.
"Now," she said, "Where were we? Oh, yea, I think it's
time for me to go for a second one."
And she did, it was well past Byron's bedtime when he
washed the sticky goo from his hands and crawled in
bed. But the twitching in his penis said it he was not
done, and for the first time he jacked off and sprayed
a second time before he drifted to sleep. That was a
first, twice in an hour, but it had been a day to
remember.
***
When Byron made it across the cavernous school
cafeteria to the lunch table that had been 'his' for
the last two weeks, as usual, Angie and her crew
already were there, eating and talking. He slid into
the seat next to Angie, giving a quick peck on the
cheek as he sat (which of course violated the school no
public displays of affection rule). She was in mid-
sentence, "...and I've got my top up over my boobs, and
he's like taking it all in," then leaning over on his
shoulder said, "weren't you?"
Though he really did know what she had said, he
pretended he had not and asked, "Weren't I want?"
"Loving looking at my tits yesterday," she said with a
broad smile.
The delay the pretending he hadn't' heard gave him time
to come up with a good response. Using his best Cheech
& Chong voice he said, "Oh man, they were like better
than a full bong man!"
He got the laugh he'd been hoping for and she went on.
"So, I start playing with them, but like less than a
minute later, his eyes get big, I knew that was my cue
to cover up and sure enough in comes my step dad just
as I button my shirt."
Tina, sitting across from her said "Damn, what would
have happened if he'd caught you?"
Angie said, "Since my mom is cool with it nothing would
have happened to me, but it would have caused my mom
problems with Herb. Later we talked and I promised to
wait for Herb to be on one of his out of town trips
before Byron comes over again."
Sharon, who sat on the other side of Byron said, "I
sure wish my mom were so cool. I could never let her
know what Tommy and I have done." Sharon was Angie's
prettiest friend, with her Farah Fawset hair and bronze
skin.
Angie leaned over to Byron and said, "They've done
every thing but go all the way." Then she looked over
to Sharon and said "Byron's promised to do to me what
Tommy does to you."
"What a guy," she said. "It took me threatening not to
blow him anymore to get him to go down on me."
"Well at least Tommy will if you push it." Tina, the
tall red head, said caustically, "How long have Barry
and I been doing it the deed? But all I get is a little
kiss down there."
Byron's penis hardened. He thought his friends talked
dirty, but they only made things ups they wanted to do
some day, Angie's friends were actually doing it and
then talking about it.
"I'm not finished my story yet," Angie said.
OK," her friends said returning their attention to her.
"Well, about 10:30, Byron and I are on the phone
getting ourselves off while we talk."
"I've been there," Rachel said from directly across
from Byron. "I think that's the only kind of sex I'm
ever going to have if my parents don't lighten up."
Angie continued, "So, I'm stretched out, butt naked on
my bed. And I have the biggest orgasm in the world and
I guess I got a little loud."
Byron thought he'd get a word in, "a little? She
screamed so loud I had to take the phone away from my
ear. If I didn't know better I would have thought she
was dying."
Angie bushed, a little, "OK, I had a REALLY big orgasm,
and I guess my mom heard and did think I was hurt. So
just as I'm finishing in comes my mom in full rescue
mode. But of course all she finds is me getting myself
off."
"NO!" Tina said breathlessly.
"Shit, I would have been sent to get an exorcism if my
mom did that," Rachael said
"Why didn't you lock your door?" Tina asked.
"I don't know." Angie said "Herb never comes into my
room unless he knocks and I tell him to come in, and
since Mom has all but caught me before it was not
something I'd thought about."
"But this time she caught you in the act?" Tina said.
"Couldn't have been more 'in the act' unless Byron had
been there," she leaned over and for the first time
lowered her voice "I mean although I had had already
cum, I was on top of the covers, legs spread with two
fingers still up in myself as far as I could get them."
Several groans from her friends later Tina asked, "So
what did she do?"
Angie continued, "Well, I didn't see her face when she
came in, I wish I had it must have been priceless. But,
she is like moving really fast and by the time she
realizes what she has walked in on, she's almost to my
bed. So she just says sorry and goes back out the
door."
General laughter ensued.
"So, I, after I pull my fingers out of me" she grins at
her friends "I sit up and pull the throw blanket over
my lap and tell her to come back. Now all this time
Byron is on the other end of the phone, but she hasn't
figured that out. So she comes back in to apologize for
barging in telling me she thought I'd hurt myself. Then
I tell her I'm on the phone with Byron and I did get to
see that surprise on her face. She tried to make it
look like she wasn't shocked, but I know she was. So
she left me to finish 'talking' to Byron."
"Oh, that's what you call getting yourself off;
talking?" Sharon chided.
Byron knew he was blushing.
Angie nudged him "yea, we both 'talked' for about half
an hour more. I'm sure he had cream all over when we
were finished. Didn't you?"
Byron was now in full deep blush. He could feel his
face redden.
Tina laughed "Oh, you got a shy one here."
Rachael continued talking to Byron, "If you're going to
keep dating Angie, you'll have to get used to the play
by play at lunch. Barry has gotten used to hearing me
tell about every position we try, or maybe that's why
he switched to the other lunch period. "
"Duhh!" Angie said "You probably spent more time
describing each time you had sex than it took to do in
the first place."
Rachel smiled "Yea, but it's half the fun telling you
guys... OK, not half the fun, but some of the fun."
The girls again giggled. Byron's hard on hurt now.
"So, after I finished, I put on my night shirt and
found mom in the living room watching TV. She tells me
right off I was not as loud the second time, but I need
to be quieter when Herb is awake because he would freak
out if he heard. I think she was trying to get back at
me for embarrassing her, but it didn't work. So, she
right out asks if I plan on having sex with Byron. So I
tell her we would have today if Herb hadn't been home
then she says she'd take me lingerie shopping during
our trip to Jersey next week."
"Far out," Tina said. "Get something for those of us
who don't have old hippy moms."
Angie continued, "I haven't got to the juicy part yet.
After a while, I ask her why she married an old stick
in the mud like Herb?" then in an aside she qualified
it with "My step-dad is really a nice guy and my mom
knows I really do like him (most of the time). Best of
all he dotes on Mom, but he's so conservative, and mom
my is, well not, not. But back to the story, she looks
at me and gets serious then tells me that good men are
much harder to find than hot men, and while a great lay
is heavenly, a happy home is better. Then, she
whispers, and you can always have a great lay on the
side, but you're stuck with the husband you have."
Rachel gasped "Is she having an affair?"
"Well, I asked that, but she didn't really give a real
answer."
"What did she say?" Tina asked.
"She said she doesn't like that term, and would only
say that she never wants to be married to any other man
but Herb. So I ask real direct like, had she done it
with any other men since she's been married, but she
just smiled and told me to go to bed."
Rachel said, "Sounds like she has."
Angie nodded, "I don't doubt it, but it. Sounds like in
the ten years she's been married to Herb she must have
dallied a bit.. maybe more than a bit. I'll get her to
tell me more, you can bet on it" She then cautioned.
"But don't breathe a word of this."
To all this Byron just listened in amazement all this
was a bit much. She had just told the whole table that
she and he were going to have sex. The rest was not
important to him. She told them they would do it. On
one hand that was so cool, on the other he wondered how
much she really liked him or did she just want a play
thing. Then he thought what an odd train of thought.
***
He had a week to think on that. Angie and her family
left Friday night for New Jersey. His sister took the
phone all Friday night, but on his own he attempted,
successfully to replicate coming twice, one right after
another. He succeeded that night and then every night
but two for the entire nine days Angie was gone.
He discovered that if he stopped masturbating for a few
minutes and just thought about having sex with Angie
his penis would stay almost completely hard, but wait
about five minutes and he was relaxed enough to start
jacking off again. On Friday nigh the did it three
times and then twice Saturday morning and twice again
Saturday night. In two days he came seven times and
each time he shot jizz several feet, even the last
time. He was sure he was ready not to disappoint Angie.
He finally got a call from her on Sunday night, eight
days after she left. They'd only been a couple for
three weeks by then but it seemed like forever. Though
their sex talk during that time was the most memorable,
the vast majority of their talk was more routine,
school, family, activities and of course gossip about
people. She called about 8:00 and they talked till past
eleven. They had finally gotten to the sex part. He
told her about his solo exploits and assured her that
he would not disappoint her. He asked her "Did you have
anyplace to do yourself?"
There was a pause then she said, "You know what. I
think I love you."
Byron was not prepared for that, not that it had been a
big deal to him, but he had wondered if she felt about
him the way he felt about her. She continued, "I didn't
know how I felt about you until on the way home today."
"What brought that on?" he asked.
"Byron, I really want us to be a couple for a long
time, but if I don't tell you this now, I'll regret it
later."
Puzzled he asked, "What are you talking about?"
"I don't know how to say this any other way but
straight out. I had sex last week. Not once but three
different times."
Byron was completely blind sided. He was not as much
hurt as shocked.
"Byron?" she said "I'll understand if you don't want to
talk to me" silence "Byron, it was just one of those
things. Well, not for me, something like this has never
happened to me." She was talking fast "I know we didn't
promise to be exclusive, but I guess since this is both
of our first serious relationships we didn't think
to..." She chattered inanely for some time. Byron
wasn't listening. He was just picturing her getting
fucked, and it was turning him on. He cut her off
"Angie, slow down. It's all right. I'm not mad, just
tell me about it."
"This is really embarrassing, and please don't tell
anyone... anyone."
"OK."
"I did it with my cousin Tony."
"Your cousin?"
"Yea, my mom's brother's son. But it's not like we grew
up together, I only see him once a year or so, but
still it's really embarrassing. I don't want you to
think I'm kind of a pervert"
"I don't think so., I have cousins I hardly ever see.
Tell me all about it, all the details."
"Really? You want to hear about it?"
"Yea," he said. "Since the deed is done. Getting it out
in the open will be the best thing."
"You are the best boyfriend. That kind of thing is why
I love you."
"And I love you too. Now tell all," he cajoled.
She paused to collect her thoughts. "Hmmm, before I
tell you what happened, Let me tell you something I've
only told my girlfriends, no I'll tell you more than
I've ever told them. See my mom ran away from home when
she was my age. My grandparents were very strict
Catholics and when they had found out she had been
having sex with her boyfriend I guess they just went
bezerk. She told me once, that while her parents
decided what to do with their slutty daughter she
climbed out the window and never went back home."
"Wow!" He said.
"Yea, and although my grandfather died a few years ago,
she and her mom started talking again, there's still
bad feelings from all that between mom and her brother
and sisters and mother."
"What did your mom do on her own?"
"At first she thought her boyfriend's family would let
her stay with them, but she was mistaken. So just short
of her 16th birthday with no money and no were to go,
she went to New York City. She was part of the famous
Greenwich Village scene of the early 60's, she was a
beatnik. I call her a hippy, but she has always
corrects me and said she was a beatnik, don't ask me
what the difference is, but to her it's important.
She's let me read some of the book she's writing on her
Village years, I guess she slept around a whole lot.
"She wasn't a prostitute, but for those first years she
really just was the party girl. She got food, clothes,
somewhere to live and drugs, and they guys got laid, a
lot."
"She talks like that was some sort of fantasy time in
her life, that was until I came along. I guess some
where along the way she had developed a reputation as
an artist and made a living doing art work for the
posters and books and stuff the musicians and poets
that lived there. I remember as a little girl living on
the fourth floor of this apartment building in the
city. No elevator, just lots of stairs."
"She met Herb when I was about four and by the time I
started 1st grade mom and I had moved in with him to a
nice place in Queens, then we moved here when I was
ten. I told you all that because her family still seems
to think she's wild and that led to what happened."
"See, her brother is kinda a jerk. He's some big shot
rich guy and they live in this huge house and her
sisters are just about the same way, so not
surprisingly my cousins are real stuck up around me,
always rubbing their designer clothes and stuff in my
face, like I'm some poor kid to be laughed at. That's
why I don't like going up there."
"The only one who is ever nice to me is Tony. He's,
well, he's a freak. He has real long greasy hair,
smokes pot, and he dropped out of high school last year
when he was just months from graduating. He hates all
the cousins except me. Mom and I get to my grandmothers
house on Saturday afternoon because we'd stayed in a
motel half way, and it was soooo boring at grandma's
house.
Sunday we went over to Uncle Michael's house and,
granted it was nice, but I just felt out of place, but
about half way through lunch Tony shows up, in his cut-
offs and Pink Floyd concert shirt. His dad gets on him
for being late and for his appearance, but I thought he
was cool. He's 19 and works at a record store, and he
really knows a lot about music, so I finally had
someone to talk to. You know I'm not a freak, but
better be with a fun, hunk of a freak than with my
other stuck up cousins."
"After we finished lunch Tony asks if I wanted to go
with him to the shore to meet some friends. Mom knew
how miserable I was and although she knew Herb didn't
like it, she let me go anyway. My mom's family live in
Lakehurst, so the beach isn't too far. I knew it
wouldn't be warm enough for swimming.
They seemed to think it was warm, but they're crazy.
Once we go there I realized it wasn't warm enough for
what even what I was wearing and I wore a turtle neck
and jeans. I froze my ass off. What kind of lunatic
goes from Texas to the Jersey shore for Spring Break?"
Byron laughed.
She continued, "Of course I'd had to wear a bra over to
Uncle Michael's, they are good Catholics, but as soon
as we left I pulled if off under my shirt. Tony didn't
mind, and the clingy fabric showed off my tits pretty
good. It wasn't I wanted Tony's attention, but I was
sure I'd be younger than his friends and I knew full
well that my tits in that double-knit shirt would get
me accepted by the guys, and sure enough it did.
"There were like about 20 girls and guys hanging out at
this one area near a parking lot. Some guy had a boom
box and everyone was drinking beer and smoking pot.
Now, like I told you before I've only smoked pot once
and it made me sick, so I downed a couple of beers, and
took the pot at first only pretended to inhale it,
nothing like getting sick to make me look childish, but
I guess it was better stuff because it didn't make me
sick, so after a while I felt... pretty relaxed. I had
a great time. I made out with a couple of guys and they
felt me up, but nothing more happened that day."
"On the way home Tony and I talked, in the conversation
I told him I wasn't a virgin and that I was on the
pill. I kinda fudged and told him you and I had been
dating for six months and we had been having sex a
couple of times a week all that time."
Byron interrupted, "I wish."
"Yea, so do I, but I'm glad we're together now, and six
months from now maybe we can say we've been having sex
a couple of times a week since the end of our first
month together. But like I was saying, nothing except I
made out with a couple of his friends and got felt up.
So, he drops me off at Grandma's house and mom rescues
me by shuffling me off to the tub before anyone smells
the pot on my clothes. I tell mom about the day and she
tosses my clothes in the wash right quick. I guess I'm
lucky to have a mom who I can tell I'd had some beers
and got felt up."
"Yea, you are" Byron agreed
"Well, Monday Mom, Herb and I go up to the city, New
York, because Herb had a client to see and that gave
Mom and I all day alone. I asked her to take me to the
Village, and she showed me where she lived in those
years between the time she left home till we moved in
with Herb. For the first time she began to give me some
details into her life.
"She even named some of her lovers that might be my
dad. She told me she never tried to figure which one
was because that particular month she said she had been
with a dozen guys in their pads or at parties, and
since much of the time she was drunk or high, there
could have been a dozen more she doesn't remember.
She's never been that open with me before, like I'm
becoming a friend. It's really cool."
"I'm sure it's partly because you tell her all the
stuff you do, she feels it's OK to tell you now." He
suggested.
"I guess so. But I didn't tell her everything about me
and Tony – Well I told her what happened, but I kinda
pretended it was Tony's friend Mark I did it with."
Byron understood and said, "That might be just too much
for her. So what did happen?"
'Well," she began again. "On Tuesday he came by
Grandma's house about six at night and asks if I want
to go out with him and some of his friends. So I go and
change out of the sweats and put on this orange and
yellow knit jumpsuit mom got me in at this little shop
in the Village on Monday. When Mom sees it when I'm
brushing my teeth, she suggested I wear a jacket so
Herb and Grandma don't see I'm braless. As soon as I
get out of the house I toss the jacket in the bush
beside the door, and unzip the front of the jump suit
almost to my belly button."
"Damn," Byron breathed.
"That's what I said when I realized how cold it was
with out the jacket, and that's also what Tony said
when I got in his car. Mom just warned me not to move
side to side too fast or I'll come right out of the
top. I almost did when I got in, so I zipped it up a
little, but I had Tony's attention that was for sure. I
didn't know how much until at a red light he reached
right over and cupped my boobs with both hands, not
over the jump suit but pushed the part covering my tits
aside then put his two hands on my boobs, like it was
not big deal. Then he just says what great tits I have,
then the light changes and off we go. I guess in his
freak world that's kinda normal, but to me it was a
shock. Not that I minded, but it was a shock."
"We meet his friends at some local pizza joint, it was
really good. Right out he tells his friends what a rack
I have and says for me to show them. Really! Right in
the restaurant! I didn't want to seem square, so,
because we were in a booth, I just turned my body
toward the wall, unzipped the jumpsuit more, and lifted
them out for a couple of seconds. I can't believe I did
that, but it was after I had two beers. Tony told me
not to zip it back up, so we sit there with most of my
tits hanging out for the guys to look at.
"When we left, we went over to some guy's apartment. We
drank some more. The other girl there took off her top
and danced on the coffee table and Tony unzips my
jumper down way past my belly button. Sure enough, my
tits didn't stay in. When the topless girl and her
boyfriend start making out, Tony pulls me over and we
start French kissing." She paused before asking "Are
you sure you want to hear the rest?"
Byron, his penis already in his hand quickly said yes.
"OK, but its pretty wild. So we're drinking, everyone
is smoking pot and I look up from kissing Tony and the
other girl, her name is Maria, is sucking his buddy's
penis, right in the room with everyone. I say everyone,
there was only Tony and I, Maria and Tony's friend
Curt, and two guys who were so stoned by then they just
sat and starred into space.
"I could have backed out, but these people were all way
older than me and I wanted to fit in, and besides, I
was more that a little stoned, and horny as hell. So I
ask Tony if he wants me to do that to him. Like I told
you before, other than making out and the three
quickies with Sam, I have no real sex experience, so I
undo his Levi's and his penis was right there for me. I
looked over to see what the other girls was doing and
kinda copied it. And after I finished that to him..."
Byron interrupted, "And what did you do to it?"
"You're getting off on this aren't you?" She asked.
Byron didn't answer, but his straining penis said he
was, but she couldn't see that. Perhaps she intuitively
knew "Are you playing with yourself?" she asked.
He gave a muffled "uh huh"
"You are bad, or is it you're good? I don't know, but
I'm happy you're not mad. OK, well, I licked up one
side and then up a little further over then licked up
the bottom of it, before I put the tip in my mouth. It
was a little weird; it was more spongy than I thought
it would be. The first time I tried to suck it down, I
gagged a little. I hadn't, in fantasizing about doing
that to you thought about being gagged, and I know you
are bigger than Tony down there. So, I looked aver to
see how the other girl did it, and saw her grip the
dick in her hand so her fist stopped her from going to
deep. I tried that and it worked."
"Did you like doing that?"
"Yea, it was cool. I could like feel him tense up as I
kept it up. But, it will be better with you, I'm sure"
she reassured Byron, then she continued "So, after like
forever, out of the edge of my eye I see the other
couple have moved. I look up and she's finished
completely undressing. I just stared, holding Tony's
dick in my hand as she... oh, they were sitting on the
love seat... she got on her knees over the guy and held
his penis with one hand, putting it up into her. I
could see it going in. I watched for a couple of
minutes, it was wild. I never imagined people did that
any where other people could see. I'd watched for quite
a while, when, I got up and did like her.
"I pulled my jump-suit all the way off. I've never been
completely naked with a guy before, but his big eyes
told me he liked the way I looked. I felt so sexy, I
even turned around for him to see all of me. That's
when I realized the other couple had stopped what they
were doing to watch me. With as much grace as I could,
and trying to keep from showing I was so nervous I was
about to jump out of my skin, I did just what she had
done. Tony sat on the couch, and I got on my knees,
facing him and reached behind me to guide his penis as
I lowered down on him until he was completely inside
me.
"Now I was very aware that I was not only fucking my
cousin, but I was the center of attention, I tried to
mimic what Maria had done, but after a wile, it seemed
to come natural and I just made it up as I went. The
cushion on the couch gave me some bounce and I went up
and down on his penis, and kinda rocked front to back
too. He sucked my tits really hard, but it felt good.
Damn, it felt great. I'm sorry if you're mad, but I
can't lie, I could have done that all night, but way
sooner than I wanted, he stood up and bent me over the
couch and did me from behind, the way Sam had, but
much, much better, and way longer. His buddy and Maria,
had gone back to their business and I watched them
while Tony did me from behind.
"Maria also watched me while Curt did her, and the
other two guys were mostly out if it, but one was
jerking his dick watching us. One thing I learned, I
really liked the idea that other people are in the
room. Curt and Mira finished before Tony was done with
me, and they watched us for a while until he jammed it
way in and held it while he came in me. And that's what
happened."
"What did you tell your mom?"
"Everything exactly how it happened, except that I said
Tony did it with Maria and I did it with Curt."
"Let me guess, she was cool with it?"
"Yes and no. She kinda fussed at me when I said wanted
them to think I was one of them, and that I let myself
be carried away because I was high. But when I told her
that I clearly remembered the moment I offered to give
the blow job, I did it because I was clear headed and
I'd been wanting to try that for a long time, it she
eased up.
"Then she asked if I'd gotten off and I told her I
hadn't and she took some time explaining how I had to
tell my lover what I wanted. I assured her I had a
great time and kinda asked again about her and other
men since she's been married. She tells me that she
wont lie and say she hasn't but she wouldn't tell me
more. So she did admitted she's been getting some on
the side, then she gave me a hug and I went to bed and
then got off, several times."
"What about the other times?" Byron asked, jacking off
hard.
"Well, I didn't see him Thursday but on Friday night he
took me out with his friends to a real party. I mean
like the ones you see in movies. Curt drove his van
about an hour and we went to this old run down place
and in what looked like an empty warehouse there were
like hundreds of people. Tony had suggested I wear the
same jumpsuit I'd worn the other day, so I did and from
the get go I had it unzipped down past my belly. Sure,
I knew my tits would come out from time to time, so did
Tony, but that made it more fun. It wasn't like we were
the only ones doing that.
"More than a few girls had either see-through shirts,
or shirts unbuttoned so far their tits were pretty much
on right there for everyone to see. Drugs, not just pot
but coke and pills I don't know what they were called,
were everywhere. We'd only been there like ten minutes
when, I see up against a wall a chick giving this dude
head, hundreds of people saw her, and by the end of the
night she wasn't the only one I saw doing dirty stuff
right in the open. About one in the morning, Tony gets
the urge and he starts to undress me right in the
middle of the dance floor.
"Well I was high, but not that high, and I think he
noticed I resisted, so we go to of a, kinda like a
stairwell and we start to get it on. One thing I
noticed earlier was that most of the girls wore mini-
skirts and all the girls who I saw getting screwed that
night in the club wore them. They just sat on the lap
of their guys and did their thing. They were not hiding
the fact they were doing it, but you couldn't see them
as it happed. Like I said I had on my jump-suit and not
a skirt, so I had to take it completely off, so I was
not able to hide anything. Sure we were in a dark
corner that was hard to see from where the party was,
but damn, I was naked, completely naked, not just
naked, naked and getting fucked, in a warehouse full of
people."
"But you were kinda out of the way, right?" Byron
asked.
"Yea so I wasn't on total display; that would have
freaked me out. It was cool having Maria and Curt watch
the other day, but I wouldn't have liked doing in front
of all those weird people. I guess a few people
probably did see, I was, well, too lost in my own
little world to see how many people came close enough
to see, but now that I think about it, I'm sure more
than just a few did. Like, we were up against the wall,
the wall was cold, but that just made it more freaky. I
stood with my back to the concrete wall and he lifted
me completely up by my thighs, and we did it like that
for a while. I guess he got tired so he let me down and
I gave him a blow job. It was weird tasting me on his
penis."
Byron was close to cumming. "You could taste yourself
on his dick?"
"Oh, yea, he'd been in me for a while and I was really
wet, so he smelled and tasted like my pussy. Like I
said, it was strange at first, but then it was a turn
on. I can't wait to taste me on your dick," she said in
an aside "But after a minute or two, I think he's
cumming because this salty stuff dribbles out of his
dick, not bad, just salty. I look up at him, it was way
to loud for him to hear me but I know he got the idea.
He lifts me up and does me from the back, like he did
before. Now, I remembered what my mom had said about me
making sure I get my fun too, so when I'm facing the
wall, bent over, rather than using both hands to hold
myself up, I balanced on one hand, and with my other I
played with my clit while he fucked me. At first he was
doing it too hard for me to get myself off, so I stop
him from screwing me and turn and tell him to go slow
until I get off first."
"Did he?" Byron said.
"Yea, I wouldn't have cum if he didn't. When he did
what I said, and had moved my legs apart some, he was
hitting me just right. It was amazing. I was nearly out
of my skin I was so turned on."
Byron felt the semen flowing up, then a long stream of
cream sprayed up and all the way to the side of a
packing box in the storage room. He didn't let on but
let her finish her story.
"I used my free hand on my clit, rubbing it and
pinching it until I climaxed big time. I screamed as
loud as I could, that may have been the coolest part.
At that second, I wanted everyone in the club to know I
was cumming. Of course, with the live band blasting
away I doubt anyone could hear me. It was great though.
We left about an hour later and did it again in the
back of the van all the way to grandma's house, that
was fun but nothing like at the party."
"So that was the third time? In the van?" Byron asked.
"Yea, the third time." After a moment of silence she
asked "Are you OK with all that?"
Byron didn't want to tell her how much it had turned
him on, or that he'd cum as she talked, so he asked
"And what did your mom say this time?"
"I was surprised, she waited up for me. This time my
clothes smelled of pot and she said my jump-suit
smelled like sex too. After I'd gotten changed, she
tells me about her first trip to a party like that.
Mom's never told me anything in detail about what she
used to do, but she tells me how her first party in New
York was just like that and she'd been fifteen too, and
how she'd gotten stoned.
"Then she tells me outright, how she danced naked and
had sex with at least four guys, and she can't remember
exactly but it may have been as many as six or seven
different guys, she wasn't sure because it was hard to
tell when it was a new guy or a previous guy coming
back for seconds. She thought I'd handled my self
better on this trip than she had when she first was
presented with this kind of lifestyle."
They would have continued talking, but Byron's brother
picked up the other end and demanded the phone. "Sorry"
she said "I wont be home tomorrow, we are going to a
play at the Casa Mañana and afterward mom wants to go
down town in Ft. Worth. I'll call you when I get home."
***
He didn't get the promised call, as it turned out his
sister was using the phone. He had been lucky the past
few weeks, his little sister, Fran, had been in the
finals of her soccer season so when she was home she
was too tired to yak on the phone with her friends, but
the season had ended and she was once again dominating
the phone. So it was Monday at lunch before he got to
see her again. As usual she and her friends were
talking before her made it through the lunch line. When
he sat down all the girls looked over at him, he knew
what was up before Angie said, "I hope you don't mind,
I've started to tell them about what I did last week...
with Curt."
Clearly she was telling the same story she told her
mom, mostly but not completely what really happened.
But he understood why she didn't want to tell her
friends she'd fucked her cousin. He just wished she'd
thought about how he'd feel when it got around his
girlfriend had fucked another guy. He didn't have much
of an ego, but the look he got from the girls was
clearly mixed; surprise, curiosity and pity. It was the
pity part he didn't like.
When she had finished her short version of her weekend,
not that the explicit parts weren't' in this version,
she said "...and Byron is so amazing. He could freak
out, but he's so understanding. I will make it up to
him, this week, if he can come over after school on
Wednesday, because my step-dad has and out of town
meeting and won't be home on Wednesday or Thursday."
She smiled "It sucks that my stuff shirt step-dad has
his office at home. In a couple of weeks, he is going
to be out for the whole week. If you guys, are up for
it, we'll have a skinny dipping party one of those
afternoons."
Byron barley heard the last part, all he heard was he
would finally have her alone.
As I turned out, happily for Byron, Wednesday proved to
be a perfect day for him to come visit Angie. Because
it had rained the day before, his mom suggested it was
a bad day to ride his bike to school, but by afternoon
it was clear and sunny. He had no trouble finding the
house and when Angie opened the door he knew he would
finally go beyond talk.
She wore a light 'cover-up" over her bikini, her hair
was wet, she'd evidently already been in the pool. With
the cover-up not closed he could see her amazing body
in a way he had never seen it before. Her large
breasts, even contained in the bikini top, dominated
her mid-section, her waist was small and her hips,
compared to her bust was also very slight. Her legs
curved invitingly to the apex covered in a royal blue
bikini bottom that matched the top straining to contain
her bust. Though this was a sight he would simply never
forget, her smile though was what got his attention.
It seemed to glow an exuberance and excitement that
Byron could not miss. Just the fact that this pretty
girl wanted him, though she could have gotten many
other, cooler and more popular guys, was more than
payment enough for her telling her friends about having
sex with another guys last week. The fact she wanted to
be with him was enough to make him feel like the
luckiest guy on earth. She grabbed him from the
doorway, pulled him in and slammed the door behind him.
With out a word she pressed him against the back of the
closed door and pushed her tongue down his throat. She
kissed him with power and aggression. She was going to
be in charge today, he could tell.
She pulled him hard to her body and the kiss became
even more intense. His hands slipped naturally inside
the open cover-up felt the smooth skin of her bare
back. In short order though, as their kisses progressed
and his penis was pressed against her pelvic bone
through his pants. His hands moved downward, until he
gripped her ass cheeks, not quite fully covered by the
rather small bikini bottom.
The aggressively sexual kissing continued. She reached
behind her self, and guided one of his hands under the
thin fabric, directly on to the skin of her ass. It was
soft, softer than he'd expected. Both hands were under
the suit, and he felt free to leverage the waist band
down. As she was not much over 5' 2" and he was a
gangly 5' 11", the length of his arms didn't allow him
to do much more than push the black of t he bottom down
a few inches, not enough to even clear her ass with out
breaking their kiss, something he did not wish to do.
She on the other hand was ready to move on. She pulled
her body away from his she said the first word since
his arrival. "I do love you." And reached down to push
her bikini bottom down to her feet then kicked them
off. She quickly followed by untying the back of her
top and pulling it over her head before pulling him
once more tight to herself and kissing deeply.
Byron, worked hard to respond to her kissing with his
best effort, but his mind was overwhelmed by the
concept that she was naked. She was naked and kissing
him standing right inside her front door. If he could
have, he would have liked to take that moment just to
look at her, but clearly that was not her plan. He
tried his best to be fully focused on kissing her but
it was hard. His hands traced from her shoulders down
to the cheeks of her ass with out a single fabric
barrier. She began to lift one leg, pressing her bare
mound against the ridge that formed the front of his
Levi's.
Without thinking about it or even knowing why, he
gripped the raised thigh, then the other, lifting her
off the ground. Bracing his shoulders on the door to
his back, he thrust his pelvis forward and perched her
on the, not insubstantial, bulge his confined erection
formed. She responded immediately with a pleased moan
and wrapped her legs around him and began to grind on
the perch.
He could feel her kissing become more insistent nearly
immediately. Her grinding on his confined penis
actually hurt, but he wasn't about to say a thing. In
his mind he was pondering what to do next, but he had
read in numerous articles in his dad's magazines about
men who rushed women and how they were lousy lovers,
and that he did not want to be. He was actually getting
a little board, wanting to do something else when she
broke the kiss and arched her back. Even novice Byron
could see she was focusing on her crotch in an effort
to climax. He also now had a clear view of her
wonderful tits.
He was lost in watching the wave action of the soft
flesh as her moving hips sent them in one direction
then the other. They were far more fluid than he had
imagined a girl's boobs would be. In photos they were
always so static, but in real life, they moved with a
rolling grace. They moved somewhat up and down, but
mostly, the two fleshy orbs swayed side to side. Some
times they began to form a full arc, but as often as
not, her body motions caught their mass in mid-circuit
and caused a momentary compression and elongation as
the laws of physics took hold and their bulk wanted to
continue in its previous motion while her torso had
suddenly shifted direction.
In the back ground he also was taking note of the
expression on Angie's face and the spreading pink
slowly covering the tops of the amazingly elastic orbs.
Just before she began getting loud, the cue he knew to
be her arriving orgasm, he was imaging a science fair
project on the motion of Angie's breasts during sex.
This thought was pushed out when she screamed,
literally screamed, "Oh GOD, Oh GOD, Oh GOD... Cumming,
Cumming Yes I'm Cumming!"
Though he had heard her over the phone do this, the
volume and raw energy of the live action took him off
guard. It was no wonder her mother had come running.
She went through three cycles of the same clenching of
her legs against his back, screaming and then momentary
release before she was spent; legs slipping to the
ground, she leaned on his chest, her chest heaving for
air.
After letting her make all the decisions, he took the
initiative to guide her into the living room and
together they fell into the love seat. Where upon, she
snuggled and began kissing him again, this time slowly
and sensually.
She fumbled in her effort to undo his pants. "Do you
want me to undo them for you?" he asked quietly. She
nodded. He stood and unbuttoned his Levis, slid them
off his hips to the ground. He decided it was time to
go ahead and get naked like her. For the first time as
he looked at her while he undressed he saw her, all of
her, nude. She was so beautiful as she leaned back
against the side of the love seat, her chest still
swaying with each deep breath.
Below her belly a triangle of brown hair spread from
the point where her legs came together. Surprising to
him, her pubics were not the tangled mass of semi-afro
his pubic hair was, rather, it had wavy, but more or
less straight strands radiating from the center. It was
lighter in color and thinner than he'd expected.
Angie must have noticed that he stopped undressing and
was staring, at her crotch. "I hope you're not
disappointed," she said.
He shook his head, "No, you are so beautiful." He knew
the words were corny but he didn't know what else to
say. She was beautiful.
"You weren't kidding, you never have seen a girl naked
before, have you?"
He shook his head, "No, you're so, so..." he stopped
himself from repeating how beautiful she was.
"Here, have a better look." She said and sat up, and
slightly spread her legs. He was sure he was gaping
now. As the hair neared the epicenter, it became
denser, but not so thick that he could not see the
light skin beneath, and from the hair a ridge of pink
skin emerged that ran several inches along what was
certainly where his penis should go.
This was the 1970's long before the nudie magazines
began publishing gynecological photos of women with the
legs spread and even longer before the fashion of
shaving off the pubic hair. As a result, Byron's only
knowledge of the intimate female anatomy came from the
drawings in the sex-ed book, and this did not look like
the drawings.
She took her index finger and ran it up and down the
center of the ridge twice, before, as if magically, the
single ridge divided into two thinner lines. The finger
slipped into the bright pink crevice they created. He
knew now what he was seeing, her labia minora: her
little lips. He stood stock still as the finger dipped
deeper into the valley, past the knuckle, down until
the palm of her hand was on the outer lips and the
middle finger was completely lost in her... her pussy.
His penis which had relaxed over the time since Angie
began grinding on him was now back as hard as it could
get. And as sometimes happed when he only wore
underwear, the turgid staff pulled the waistband away
from his abdomen by a good inch. She must have seen it
because when he had finally pulled his eyes away from
her body and pulled his shirt over his head, she moved
to the edge of the loveseat and used the gap as a
handle to pull down his Jockeys. He felt her pull him
toward her. His shirt dropped to the living room floor
and with one pull, she ensured his briefs joined it on
the ground.
"Oh, you are bigger." She said her face inches from the
upright phallus. He looked down with some satisfaction
at her gaze. Her hands moved up his outer thighs, then
around to his buttocks. Gently but firmly she pulled
him closer, he watched, wide-eyed, as her lips softly
kissed his stomach, his pelvis then the head of his
virgin penis. The first kiss was followed by a second
longer kiss and a third in which her lips parted and
ringed the head. He felt what had to be her tongue on
the tip of him that was in her mouth.
She drew in more of his organ until the head
disappeared into her lips. Much to Byron's surprise,
though he sight of his penis in her mouth excited him,
there was little sensation, until her lips gripped the
region just south of his somewhat bulbous head. There
he was very sensitive and suddenly a jolt of
electricity radiated from his groin, down his legs and
up his sides. His legs gave an involuntary quiver.
Angie released his penis and looked up at him. "You
don't know how long I've waited to do that. I been
looking to taste the guy I love in my mouth since I
first started imagining sex when I was like eleven."
"But you did it last week with your cousin." Byron
corrected gently as he looked down at her.
"This is different. Sure I won't pretend I didn't like
doing that, but this is different." She brought her
right hand from his ass, and gripped the base of his
penis firmly. He was pleased that her hand barley went
around his girth and only half way up the length. She
leaned forward and took the head back into her mouth.
He watched in amazement as she slowly began moving her
lips up and down on his penis. He couldn't believe he
was getting his first blow job. At first she just let
her lips glide over the shaft as she worked her rhythm
up to take in all of his penis not in her hand.
Once her lips met the hand holing the bottom half of
his organ she paused. The inside of her mouth was warm
and unlike anything he'd ever experienced. When she
pulled back her lips gripped him tightly and the
friction, especially as it cleared the head was so much
he had to grip the arm of the love seat not to fall.
Slow but steady she drew his penis into her mouth, the
pulled back with her head, fighting the suction and her
lips to free him before sucking it back down again.
Between the sensations he felt and the view he had it
was no wonder that he began to feel a building orgasm.
However, before he was quite up the climax mountain she
looked up and said "If I suck you till you cum, will
you still be able to have sex with me? The other guys
I've been with just go limp after the shoot, at least
for a while."
He so wanted her to keep that up till he came. He would
have said yes even if he couldn't really do it, but he
knew full well he could keep going for at least a
second time and maybe a third. "I promise. I will be
ready and willing to have sex when you're done. Keep
going this is so good. I've never ever felt anything
like it."
So she did. She gradually upped the speed and pressure
and he responded. He steadied himself with both hands
on the sides of the love seat and prepared for his
first real girl induced orgasm. The tension started in
his things and then his buttocks pulled tight and the
he felts the muscles in his groin tense in preparation.
He held his breath, made a hip thrust and then the
first stream went up from his balls and he felt it run
down the urethra inside his penis before it burst out
with, what seemed incredible force.
Though Angie was more sexually experienced than her
partner, she too was a novice at this and it showed. A
more experienced lover would have easily known the cues
that her "man" was about to cum, but Angie didn't. Even
the totally inexperienced Byron couldn't miss the shock
and surprise as her head jerked free of his penis with
the onset of the first spray of semen.
The stream which started in her mouth, shot over her
left shoulder as she made a reflex jerk to the right. A
string of white was left across her cheek and into her
hair before a splattering on the grey leather of the
love seat back.
Byron's second spasm again brought another healthy
stream, all of which streamed over Angie's shoulder and
onto the leather. By the time that string of pearls had
begun their flight, she had recovered from the shock
and moved back to her work. By the time the third jet
came and she didn't miss a drop of it. That third good
stream and the subsequent final three small streams she
helped along with a strong suction that sent the fluid
straight down Angie's throat.
From above Byron watched, only partially comprehending
as the hormones washed over him and he struggled to
keep standing. He did feel her sucking his penis hard
for the last of his semen, it was a level of sexual
fulfillment he, before that moment, couldn't not even
imagine. It seemed she was trying to suck the last drop
from deep in his balls, and he was more than happy she
was trying. But when she suddenly began pumping his,
now indescribably sensitive penis, with her mouth
again; he had to stop her. "Way too sensitive for that
now!" he exclaimed as he push her head back. "Just hold
it for a minute till I relax."
She complied, but as the overwhelming imperative of
sexual energy waned, he found it difficult to hold his
knees steady and began to sink. He felt rather silly,
but he had to sit or lie down or he would fall. The
living room, like the rest of her house was very well
appointed, and on the hardwood floor was a thick
oriental rug. He slid down do his knees, his head
falling on her stomach, and sliding down the aromatic
path between her legs. He wanted a long taste, but all
he could bring himself to do was kiss the now, self
parted, lips as he slumped to the ground.
Sprawled on the soft cream and red rug he looked up at
Angie and, for the first time since he arrived at her
home (what 30 minutes before?) and came up with a
complete sentence, "That was amazing. You are so good
at that. I didn't know I could cum that hard. I never
have." True they weren't very good sentences but they
were better than grunts or phrases. Above him he could
clearly see she was pleased with him, and with herself.
Even in his inexperience, he knew that this was a very
special first time for him. One he would relive and
retell for the rest of his life.
She slid down the slick leather of the love seat to
join him on the floor. With out responding to his words
she got on all fours and crawled till she was directly
over him. Her face was flushed but she glowed with
happiness. Before he fully realized what she was doing,
she had sat back on her haunches and used one hand to
guide his firm, but not fully rigid penis into her body
till she was sitting back, her weight on to his pelvis.
Just that fast, with no fuss or fireworks, he was no
longer a virgin. If it was an anticlimax for years of
fantasy, he supposed it only fair given the over the
top experience his first blowjob had just been. Angie,
on the other hand, seemed to be in bliss. Her eyes
closed she ran her hands up her body and held her face.
Her hips moved several inches front to back in a slow,
deliberate pace. Her breasts swayed to her rhythm. He
couldn't see himself inside her but her pubes and his,
meshed. His penis fully hardened. The sight was any
thing but anticlimactic.
She seemed to emit a kind of hum as she was lost in her
own bliss. He lay beneath her, more than content to
watch. Finally she looked down at Byron and uttered her
first words "It was worth the wait." She leaned
forward, bracing herself with her hands and kissed him
lightly on the lips. "You feel so good inside me." And
she leaned down and kissed him again, this time harder
and deep. The taste in her mouth was unusual, he knew
it to be the taste of his semen, another part of the
experience he had not anticipated; and yet another part
of the day to be pondered and relived for years to
come.
Her breasts were so soft. They spread out over his
chest and seemed to have no definable shape like this.
She ground her pelvis down into him as she kissed. Much
like she did when they had made out before, but this
time was so different. She was warm and soft inside. He
could feel the walls of her vagina gripping his penis.
It was nice, very nice, but not the kind of thing that
would bring on an orgasm. He instead focused on kissing
her and running his hands over her back and ass as she
worked on him.
Clearly she knew what she was doing. It did not take
too very long for her to cock her head back and yell
"Yes! Oh fuck YES!" He felt her legs clinch tight on
his hips, much more tightly the she though her capable.
Bound so tightly to her hips he could feel the series
of spasms as her orgasm careened though her body. He
could even feel her pussy gripping his penis inside.
Then, like a marionette cut from the strings, she
collapsed completely on top of him.
Such was his first taste of sex.
She lay. He said nothing. Then, as if brought back to
life, she kissed him on the cheek, hopped up and
stretched out her hand to help him up, "Let's go
swimming."
His first experience was evidently not over.
They went out the back door to the patio which, beyond
the outdoor table and chairs, was as rectangular
swimming pool with a slide and diving board. She let go
his hand and splashed down the steps in to the shallow
end. He stood at the edge. Very aware that his penis
was still fully erect, he looked at what was now
undeniably his girlfriend standing in waist deep water;
nude. If he hadn't already been hard, that would have
done it to him. She looked at him, looked directly at
his erection and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of
that boner soon enough. Now get in."
They swam and splashed and laughed and groped each
other until their hands had turned to prunes. He
finally got to hold her breasts. He could not believe
how very soft and pliable they were; softer than water
balloons, more like pudding. He tried not to bother her
but as they played he kept coming back to holding her
tits. She did not seem to mind.
She on the other hand, kept coming back to grabbing his
dick. A couple of times she wrapped her legs around him
and slipped down on his penis as they played. One those
times turned into a long session of her bobbling up and
down on him as they kissed and talked. "I really do
like how you feel in me" she said "I don't think I'd
want a bigger dick in me, that would just be too much,
but you are so much better than Tony or Sam."
He was pleaded and said, "I'm glad you like it."
She went on "I know what they say about the first guy a
girl has sex with, but I don't buy it. If you had been
the first I wouldn't appreciate, well, what we are
doing now, just talking and fucking. They didn't do
this."
With that she bobbed up and down while she initiated a
long kiss. She broke off the kiss and went right back
to talking "Now, to be honest going down on Tony was
easier, but again, only because I knew what to expect I
was ready for your sizes. I don't think I could have
taken nearly so much of you in my moth if I hadn't done
Tony last week. See, it was a good thing I did all that
shit."
She kissed him again then again picked up her narrative
"But, when you came in my mouth that was a surprise.
Sharon told me I would not be ready the first time, but
I told her I knew what I was doing. She'll love hearing
she was right. I did get the last little bit. I can
taste it in my mouth still. Could you taste it?"
"Yea, still can," he said.
"You don't mind do you?"
"No, I guess not, it wasn't something I'd expected
though. But thinking about it, it's kinda sexy."
"I think so too," she said before diving into another
deep kiss, giving him a fresh, if now very subtle taste
of his cum.
"Come on , do me good, I want you to cum in my pussy."
She insisted. He tried but there was no way he could
get even begin to do that standing in the chest deep
water. He walked, with her attached, to the side of the
pool, in slightly shallower water. She held on the side
of the pool with her arms and he gripped her thighs and
began to pump. Water splashed everywhere, and it felt
good, but the water resistance worked against him. He
took a short breather, the water stopped splashing and
he gasped for breath.
"I brought you some towels." A voice, an obvious adult
voice came from his left. He jerked his head over and
there was a woman he'd never seen, standing next to the
table with two towels in her hand. It was obviously her
mother: a slightly taller, slightly older and even
prettier version of Angie. It wasn't that Angie was
unattractive, especially in the nude, but she was not
stand-out beautiful. Byron knew full well if Angie had
looked like her mother, it would be some big-man-on-
campus fucking her, not geeky Byron.
"Her mom's hair was fully blond, straight and waist
long. She wore hip hugger jeans and a red plaid halter
top that showed off that it was from her mother that
Angie got her boobs. She had larger hips than Angie,
but she retained a very fine hourglass figure. She was
looking straight at her daughter and Byron having sex
with out flinching. "I brought home pizza so when
you're done come and get some." Then she turned to go
back in." Angie called after her, "OK, were about done
for now, it will be0 just a few minutes."
It was not more than thirty seconds from the first word
till the last, and Byron had stood stock still the
whole time, in shocked disbelief.
Angie spoke first "That was a surprise."
Byron, still holding himself in Angie, "Yea, you could
say that. How much did she see?"
"Well she obviously waited until you took a break to so
as not to interrupt us." Angie said, "So, she saw us
doing it for sure."
"Damn," was all he could say.
"Kinda cool though." Angie said after a second, then
slipped away from Byron under the water, she popped up
near the steps at the shallowest part of the pool. She
bent over and held the lip of the pool, "Come on, it
will be easier here I think"
Byron's penis had lost its rigidity, but he wasn't
going to disappoint Angie, not on this day. He was
still plenty hard enough to slip back between the
little lips. He drove it home then quickly began
thrusting hard and fast. Suddenly it occurred to him
that this was what real fucking was, far better than
anything his hand could do, even better than her mouth.
He could see his penis go into her, then come out and
back in. He could see her ass compress with each
stroke, and feel his balls slap against her if he did
it hard enough. This time it was he who was surprised
by his orgasm. One moment he was fucking as hard as he
could, the next he could feel the semen rising and he
pushed his organ in as far as it would go before
disgorging all the remaining cum into her.
He felt waves of spasms run their course then he let go
and fell back into the water. She followed him and they
embraced once more. Together, they were now lovers and
for the first time they both knew what that meant.
A short time later Angie introduced her mother to
Byron. "I've been hearing about you for long before you
guys were a couple," she said, "but she didn't do
justice to how cute you are."
Byron would liked to have seen that as a sexual
comment, but it was clearly in the vain of how cute
your puppy is, not how sexy your man is. But no matter,
he did not take offence and by the time he'd finished
his pizza and was getting ready to go, he decided he
was going to get along just fine with Angie's mom.
END?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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