"Ahh, that's Wonderful the way you do that." The blonde writhed and wriggled under her lover's masterful hand. He was massaging her clit and whenever she came close to coming he would ease off her pussy. His hand would fondle her breasts.
"Do it like you did yesterday when-ooh, yessss," she gasped and moaned.
The pre-orgasmic heat was upon her; this time she hoped he would continue his ministrations. But instead of fondling Dinah's full breasts, sucking them and teasing the hard nipple, Brad had a surprise in store for her.
He stood up in front of the bed where she was spread naked and gleaming with delicate perspiration. Moving over to the head of the bed Brad slowly unzipped his jeans as Dinah watched mesmerized.
All this bliss was very new to Dinah. She had left her small town in Iowa only one week ago in search of adventure in the big city. The bus ride into the Big Apple was the farthest she'd ever traveled in her short life. She vowed to herself that it was only the first of many journeys. Little could she imagine the startling discoveries she was to make.
"Okay now little bitch," Brad intoned, "You are about to taste your first cock. If what you've told me about yourself is true, you're in for a real treat."
As fascinated as Dinah was at the sight of his large dick emerging from the open zipper, she was also rather terrified. She was able to mask her fear, looking up at Brad with a hungry expression.
Dinah had told her new friend, in fact her only friend in the city, the short story of her uneventful life. But she had embroidered on the details to appear much more worldly than she was.
Her one boyfriend whom she had "almost gone all the way with," was in fact a boy she had only dated occasionally . The farthest they had gone was the night she gave him a hand-job. Through a scum bag.
Brad, who was proud of his cynicism and was jaded even for a New Yorker, figured the girl to be putting him on. It was just too good to be true. A virgin at his disposal?
If he told his friends that a beautiful knock-out blonde, followed him home to his apartment, cleaned up the place and then made him dinner, they would expect a catch. They would ask something like, "how much was the bill?" He himself still doubted his good fortune.
He had picked Dinah up in a coffee shop near Grand Central Terminal, fresh off the bus. Like thousands of beautiful young women she wanted to be an actress; she was hoping to get a lucky break.
Lucky for her she ran into Brad instead of one of the many variety of freak who prey on innocent flesh. Brad also happened to be an actor on his way up, having increasing larger roles on daytime television soap operas. He was a typical looking leading man. Handsome in a pleasant way, he had the kind of looks that attracted women but that didn't turn men off either.
His neatly cut brown hair and healthy tanned body complemented Dinah's perfect figure. They were a handsome couple.
Ordinarily he would have fucked a woman the first night she stayed at his place, after all that is why they stayed over. He was taking his time with this one, he supposed, because of the novelty of the situation.
The kind of woman he usually met expected a guy to give them a good boffing or they would get insulted, "what, I don't turn ya on or sumpin?"
Dinah also had a certain pleasing quality, she appealed to him in a peculiar way that he wouldn't admit to himself. Hell, maybe she truly is a virgin, he briefly wondered. Nah.
In any case he was going to play along with her; if she continued to please him the way she had been he would introduce her around and try to help get her acting career off the ground. But first things first.
"Now little fluff, I'm going to rub my dick on your face. Very gently I want you to lick the top." He grasped his thick member and motioned her to sit up. Straddling her thighs, he rubbed his dick-tip on her cheek, the moistness from the tip drawing a glistening line across her face.
As he approached her relaxed but closed mouth he gently prodded her lips open and circled her gums.
"You have a nice wet mouth, rather on the small side, you think you can take the whole thing in?"
Dinah looked up at him in vague alarm. The whole thing? All that in her mouth? When Dinah had imagined giving her first blow job she had pictured herself licking a harmless looking flaccid penis.
The rest of her fantasy was unclear but certainly did not entail this gigantic throbbing entity engulfing her small mouth. But she would brave it out as she had done everything else up until now.
Obviously Brad's question was merely rhetoric because as she began to answer he suddenly thrust his penis all the way into her, hitting the roof of her mouth. She crossed her eyes to look down at it, there was a lot more to go!
"Run your tongue along the sides, and watch those pretty teeth. I'm gonna show you how to take the whole thing, and if you're good I'll let you swallow my cum."
He grabbed hold of her hair and held her fast. With the other hand he guided his prick in and around her mouth. "That's a girl, you're a quick learner."
Dinah was actually beginning to like this. She enjoyed having all Brad's attention, and also she was sensing the power inherent in the situation. This was going to be fun!
"Relax your throat, I'm going all the way in. Don't tighten up or you'll gag." Brad eased his dick in so that finally the tip of it was part way down her throat. He pulled back a bit so that she could take a breath, then he pushed in again.
"Mmmmmph."
Dinah quickly caught on to the rhythm, when he moved back no one had to tell her to take a breath. Instinct told her that just as her instinct was making up for her lack of real experience.
She moved her head back a little to further accommodate Brad's thrusting motion. He held her head fast with both hands now, admiring her pretty face, so young that experience had not even began to leave its mark. He used her hair as a rein to guide her mouth for his pleasure.
With increasing vigor now he moved in and out of her throat. His balls slapped her chin and his belly hit her pert nose every time he rammed her mouth.
"When I take it out run your tongue along the tip. Yeah, like that, oooooooh."
Brad gradually eased the pliable girl onto her back. He moved onto the bed and sat above her so that he could fuck her mouth properly.
"I'm going to do the same thing as before except we'll be more comfortable. You're getting your first lesson on how to please. Soon, there will come a time when all I'll do is snap my fingers and you'll know that you have to put yourself in mouth-fuck position."
His own plans for the girl's future were getting him even hornier. It was taking all his self control to keep from spreeking all over her.
He teased the girl's lips with the dick tip, enjoying the velvety feel of her full young mouth. Brad was finally becoming convinced that this was her first time. Oh, if she is truly a virgin he will take his sweet time popping that cherry. It was too good to hope for!
She was a natural; of course he wasn't such a bad instructor either. In an uncharacteristic moment of generosity he considered sharing her with his best friend. But there was plenty of time for devising a cherry-popping party, if that was what he decided to do to her.
Now it was time to show her what a real mouth nicking was like.
"Oh, bitch. You are getting training you'll be grateful for forever."
Tensing his frame and positioning himself in her mouth he targeted for a full assault. Wham! He rammed it partway down her throat.
"Ooooooaaaaaah."
Whew, he almost came too soon that time. Brad realized the girl was enjoying it, she just didn't know yet how much. He had planned to come all over her face and make her lick the rest off. But he decided to go all the way with her and make her, even force her if he had to, to swallow his cum. Should he warn her first or surprise her?
It was getting harder and harder to keep from exploding in her mouth as waves of increasing intensity were coursing through his frame.
All this time the girls hands had been laying idly by her sides. Brad brought them above her head, deciding to come down her throat without giving her notice. He held her soft hands firmly so she couldn't squirm away.
Thrusting harder and faster he stared at the girl as she gazed wildly about. She knew!
Bearing down hard on her mouth he pushed his dick down her throat as far as it would go for one last time. He held his crotch to her face, keeping himself firmly in position.
Aaaaa! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Letting himself finally explode, he began to ejaculate down inside of her. She had no choice but to start swallowing. Still spurting he pulled back an inch so that she could breathe as her throat muscles worked down gulp after gulp, every last bit of cum. She gasped for air when he pulled out, still swallowing the last of his load.
"Aaaaaaaah, Dinah you're an excellent bitch. I think I will reward you with a tongue job, but first I'll make us some coffee, it's a great combination."
Dinah smiled shyly, slightly chagrined at what'd been done to her and also proud at what she'd accomplished.
"I take my coffee regular, please. After I rinse out my mouth. No offence intended."
"No offence taken my dear. But you'll get used to it." He leered rakishly and slapped her on the behind as she passed.
The next morning they were woken by the loud ring of the intercom.
Brad staggered to the door, grabbing the first piece of clothing he saw to wrap about himself.
"Who," he gruffly said into the intercom. Although Brad liked to talk he was a man of few words in the morning. He habitually awoke in a bad mood.
"Terry, man."
The fuck you want?"
"Got something for you, man."
Brad pressed the enter button on the intercom to buzz Terry in. Of all the people in a city known for late sleepers he would have an early rising sociable-type friend. Shit.
"What's going on?" Dinah mumbled from the bedroom. Being young and country-bred Dinah was already on her way to the shower.
"Nothing, sweets, just the exterminator. Whom we don't need."
Last night Brad was toying with the idea of sharing his new-found toy with his best friend, but only after the novelty started to wear off. This visit was premature. The distinctive knock of Terry on the door cut off any further rambling.
"Hey, what's happening, man," Terry almost shouted as he shouldered his way past Brad. He headed straight for the kitchen to help himself to whatever he could scrounge up.
"Look, Terry, I appreciate your friendliness, but this is not a good time. You need a couple of bucks? Then on your way you go."
Terry eyed Brad speculatively. "I got news of a great part for you." He surveyed the apartment, signs of a late-night party evident everywhere. "You got company?"
"No," Brad lied.
Brad followed Terry's gaze as it wandered down to his waist. Brad had accidently grabbed Dinah's silky blouse and wrapped it around his waist.
"I didn't know you were into ladies' clothes, man," Terry teased. "Awww-"
"When you didn't show up at theater class last night, I knew you had something tasty here. Either that or you had expired from too much pussy."
"Yeah, right. She's gone now, and I have an early appointment, so you'll have to-"
Dinah appeared behind Terry. Terry saw the expression on Brad's face and whirled around to see what Brad was staring at. Terry realized now why his friend was trying to get rid of him. The blonde was a knock-out!
"So this is your "early appointment."
"You have an appointment with the exterminator?" Dinah naively asked.
"Aaah."
"Permit me to introduce myself, since our hospitable friend seems to be on his way out. My name is Terry, and your name must be beautiful."
Dinah tittered. She was about to respond but Brad took over. This is Dinah, and no, she's not interested."
"Brad! Are you usually so rude to your friends?" She turned to Terry and noted how attractive he was. Dirty-blonde wavy hair and just the right amount of muscle.
"Please, stay and have coffee with us. I'm going to make us all some breakfast."
Brad knew when he was beat. Making the best of a bad situation he invited his friend to sit down in the living room.
Terry needed no encouragement. He was already making himself comfortable by flopping down on the sofa and spreading out for comfort. Brad followed him in and lit a cigarette.
"So how long have you been hiding her, man?"
"Just met her. She's barely been in New York a week."
"Oh, new in town." Terry nodded to himself. "Where's she staying?"
"Right here."
Terry looked at his friend with renewed appreciation. "By any chance she doesn't know anyone in town?"
"You got it."
Terry moved closer to Brad's seat and spoke in a lower tone. "Is she as hot as she looks?"
"Hotter."
Brad's ego was getting the best of him. He couldn't resist bragging about his incredible luck.
"She's very docile. She cooks too. Hasn't even asked me to buy anything yet."
Terry looked suspicious. "She looks awful young, man. Sure she ain't a runaway? You don't wanna get caught with no jail-bait."
"No, she's legal, she just looks a lot younger than she is."
"She sure gave me the once-over; she knows the score."
Brad puffed up remembering last night. He rose and put a Nirvana tape in his tape deck. Raising the volume up loud to prevent Dinah from listening, he turned back around to look at Terry with a shit-eating grin on his face.
"What, what's going on?" Terry impatiently asked.
"She's a virgin," Brad whispered.
"What? I can't hear you."
"She's a virgin!" Brad shouted.
Terry stared wide-eyed. Years ago when both friends were growing up they had competed for the same cherry. The girl in question did not make it any easier. She ran them both ragged. They chased her using their dicks instead of their brains. Instead of conspiring together they knocked the other one down in her estimation. Beth gradually lost interest in both of them, only letting them go so far with her.
She ended up surrendering her virginity to a skinny guy who was genuinely in love with her. That didn't make the defeat any easier to bear.
Over the next few years they would reminisce about Beth; playing with the thought that if they hadn't competed so fiercely at least one of them would've had her. Other times they would claim that one of them should have taken her by force, and then shared her with the other. After all, Beth had originally wanted them; they were simply too inexperienced to realize the difference between a real "no" and a "no" said because it was expected.
"She stayed here last night and you didn't pop her?" Terry asked.
"Almost, we did everything but that."
Brad, man, you're losing your touch."
"No, I'm taking my time with her. I'm simply prolonging my own pleasure."
"Aren't you afraid she'll get away from you?" Terry asked.
"Not a chance. I got her trained."
"You wanna bet on it, Brad?"
"Terry, you're crazy. I'm sure of her, I don't need to bet on it."
"Oh, right. What about Rosemary?"
"That was different, we were stupid kids."
"You were stupid, man. I got the cherry that time," Terry said.
"Well if I recall correctly, you were the idiot that almost had to marry her when her father came gunning for you. Lucky for you her father found you so distasteful that he couldn't 'disgrace' his daughter twice by saddling her with you!"
"Laugh, all you want, man. But by the way Dinah looked at me I know I could score with her."
"You flatter yourself too much, friend."
"We'll see about that."
Terry, lay off her. You're supposed to be my best friend. Look at you, trying to steal my cherry."
Brad looked so dejected that Terry couldn't hold in his laughter.
"You look like a kid that just lost his lollipop! Alright, man, I won't try to pop her. But in exchange for my promise you have to let me play with her, too. Of course only if she encourages me."
"What makes you think you can get anywhere with her? I bet she wouldn't even let you lick her pussy."
"I'll take that bet."
"Aww, Terry, that was just a figure of speech. But okay, I'm not jealous, certainly not of you, lame brain."
"Lame dick. It's a bet then."
"You're on, it's a bet," Brad said.
"What are you guys betting on?" Dinah was standing in the room.
"Oh nothing, sweets, just sports." How much did she hear? The music ended a while ago although neither of the horny guys had noticed.
"Sports, huh? Never did care for organized sports. But there are some games that I do care for." Her eyes sparkled mischievously. She turned to Terry and announced that breakfast was ready.
Silence reigned at the table as everyone ate. Dinah could feel the guys's eyes on her every time she raised the fork to her lips. She could almost feel their bated breath as her lips opened to take the small bite of food. Brad was remembering the way her lips took his dick. Ahh, the perfectly submissive nature, he thought.
He was thinking what a fool he'd been for giving Terry permission to make a play for her. A fool for telling him anything about Dinah.
The girl got up from the table to get more juice from the fridge. She swung her hips slightly, allowing her thin cotton skirt to sway with the motion. She decided that if they were going to make such fools of themselves then she was going to tease them silly.
She sat back down and poured more juice for everyone. Raising the glass to her lips she let her head fall back and slowly drank the juice. Her tongue licked off a few drops that remained on her full lips. She was going to take advantage of all this attention. She didn't want to be an actress for nothing.
Terry couldn't get over her lips. They were a rich pink color, small and bow-shaped, but at the same time they were full like down pillows. His dick throbbed imagining her going down on him. If only he could get a better view of her ass.
The guys were lingering at the table, although they'd finished eating. Finally Dinah suggested they return to the living room. When the guys got up she realized why they had remained seated. They both had huge erections bulging out of their tight jeans.
Dinah turned away before they could see her smile. She was going to have some fun with these puppies!
"I'll be right back," Dinah chimed.
She went into the bedroom and took off her slip and panties, leaving her skirt on that was now quite sheer. Taking out her brand new push-up bra that she'd bought through a mail order catalogue, she surveyed her full titties that stood way up to attention in the mirror. Admiring them she supped her hands underneath them and jiggled them. They bounced up and down, finally stopping and remaining as high as ever.
Putting the brassiere on, she snapped it in the front and then inserted one large breast at a time. The skin color bra ended in lace right above her soft nipple, just exposing it slightly. It brought her cleavage so close together making her tits look as though they were spilling up out of the bra. Her cleavage was so deep and full that she could virtually hide things in there.
Dinah's pussy was getting moist as she admired her own tits. She considered masturbating quickly before she joined her waiting admirers. No, why waste a good thing.
Quickly donning her lowest cut tank top, she applied a thick layer of lip gloss. Stepping into her high heeled sandals she sashayed back into the living room.
She heard the tail end of a heated conversation as she entered the room. "Training? What's that you were saying, Brad?"
"Uhhh, horses, a friend of Terry's is a horse trainer." Brad quickly improvised.
"Oh, I love horses."
"Do you ride?" Terry asked.
"Yes, when I was little I had my own horse. I loved him. He was so great to ride."
Terry began to imagine Dinah riding his face as though' he was that lucky horse. When he looked up he noticed her standing in front of the window.
The late morning light was streaming through, right through Dinah's sheer skirt. Both men saw the outline of her shapely legs. When she turned a little to the side to inspect the view, her high round ass was perfectly visible through the material, each cheek begging for a little attention.
"Dinah, why don't you sit here, you must be tired after cooking." Brad was getting nervous and slightly possessive. Worse, his erection hadn't gone away. He was aching for Terry to leave so that he could have Dinah go on her knees and give him his morning blow job.
Brad had meant to take her cherry last night. After licking her pussy and allowing her to come at last, he had planned to give her a good boffing. In fact he had started to even though he was exhausted; he had lost count of the times he had ejaculated.
He had started to enter her pussy. It was so tight, and Dinah had cried so piteously that he relented. And like an idiot he had let her fall asleep, even though he fell asleep right after her.
Such a tight pussy. He could barely push the tip of his prick in. That was when he had felt the hymen's resistance. Although he was being cautious, he didn't want to break it too quickly. He wanted to savor every second of it. Brad had given one good thrust in her just to be sure. And he became convinced of her virgin status.
Brad had only taken one cherry in his life. But the greatest thrill in a man's life had been a disappointment for him. He had thought the girl was bullshitting him, making excuses so she wouldn't have to fuck him. The girl's cunt didn't seem so tight the way he'd heard other guys describe virgin cunts. In fact his dick-tip slipped right in her. So he had told the girl that he wouldn't go all the way in, just fuck her around the outside. The girl believed him.
To call her bluff, to prove some stupid point, once his dick was on target he had thrust violently into the girl's vagina. Rammed his dick all the way in her. He broke her cherry in one shot.
The girl screamed so loud that he instantly lost his erection. Sure enough there was the proof-the tell tale spot of blood.
All he could liken it to was scarfing up a spoonful of caviar while thinking it was black berry jam. It was fine until it reached the tastebuds. Then it is not enjoyable.
He would not make that mistake again. That was why he was taking his time with this one.
Terry had not been told about his humiliation. That was why Terry couldn't understand why he wasn't so anxious to fuck her.
Brad wanted her to beg for it when the time was right. He wanted to relish the event. Pop her slowly and then continue to fuck her. And then fuck her brains out.
Fuck her so well she wouldn't look at another guy until he was ready to share her. Of course he would be generous and give her to his best friend. What are friends for?
But now it looked like he was going to lose control!
"Terry, you wanna watch something?"
"What?"
"Come here Dinah, on your knees in front of me." Brad was taking a shot, if it worked, he'd be back on top.
Dinah looked at him. He could tell she was thinking fast. Brad knew she had changed her clothes on purpose. If she was planning on only teasing them she had another thing coming.
Dinah slowly got up and made her way over towards Brad. Standing in front of him she said, "take your dicks out, both of you, I'm going to choose my lollipop."
Terry's mouth dropped open. He obeyed immediately. His throbber gratefully emerged from its dark resting place and bobbed its greeting to Dinah.
Brad, not wanting to be outdone, whipped his dick out also. It was neither any smaller or eager looking than Terry's.
"What to do, decisions, decisions." Dinah teasingly said.
"Okay, bitch, Terry can watch and see what I've taught you. If you're a good girl I'll let you taste him, too."
Dinah swiftly got to her knees and moistened her mouth the way Brad had taught her.
She leaned forward and opened her mouth slightly waiting for Brad to take charge.
Darting Terry a triumphant look Brad grabbed hold of Dinah's long blonde mane in one hand. With his other hand Brad held his dick. "Come to Poppa, bitch."
He gently tugged Dinah's head forward, burying her face in his lap. "Stay there until I give you permission to suck."
"Mmmmmmph."
Brad knew he shouldn't show off too much. Dinah might rebel. He couldn't trust his friend when it came to fresh pussy. Hell, he'd probably do the same if the situation was reversed.
He let go of Dinah's hair.
"Take your top off so we can see what you're hiding. Leave that bra on, though.
"Wooooh," Terry let out appreciatively.
"Yes, she does have fuckable tits. Perfect for fucking.
Dinah blushed. So that's what she could put in her tight cleavage. She wondered what she could do with the two guys simultaneously.
She'd seen photographs of threesomes but she didn't quite remember what it was they had been doing. Besides she definitely didn't want to lose her virginity at a party. But on the other hand, she'd waited long enough, she couldn't wait to see what the big deal of intercourse was.
CHAPTER TWO
Dinah removed her top, revealing her flesh-colored push-up brassiere. The tit tops were pushed up so high that when she lowered her head, her chin was touching on the tops of her tits.
Dinah stood in front of the throbbing dicks, arching her back so that her nipples pointed to the ceiling. She took her skirt off, leaving nothing on but her high heels and bra.
Terry gasped when he saw her thighs and hips. Her firm round butt stood high up in the air.
Brad smiled complacently, an I-told-you-so smile.
He motioned Dinah to resume her former position.
"On your knees, right in front."
Dinah quickly got back on her knees and took up the mouth-fuck position. She leaned forward and parted her moist lips, waiting for direction.
Brad pulled her forward and rubbed his dick along her lips and on her cheeks. He was hyper aware of Terry watching every action, but he was not self-conscious. Brad knew that Terry was not watching him.
In fact, Terry could not take his eyes off of Dinah's high ass. He had an obsession with perfect butts. This was the most beautiful one he'd seen. The skin was smooth. Not one blemish on it!
Well, he'd promised not to compete for the girl's cherry, he'd made no promise about not being the first to part her ass cheeks.
Without realizing it Terry was idly jerking off as he envisioned ramming her ass. He could almost hear the sound of his balk as they slapped against her soft skin, every time he slammed it home inside her.
Suddenly Terry was brought back to reality by the realization that he was about to come. How embarrassing! Like a schoolboy, ejaculating at his first sight of nudity!
Perhaps Brad would not mind if Terry jerked off on her ass cheeks. While he was being so sweetly serviced, surely he wouldn't deny his friend a few crumbs.
He looked at Brad for the first time. Brad's head was leaning against the back of the couch. Both of his hands were being used to roughly guide the girl's head on and off his prick. He certainly was not gentle with the young thing. The right amount of gentleness and roughness at the correct times will insure a woman's fidelity. For a time at least.
Terry rose from the couch. As Brad watched he motioned that he was going to jerk off on her cakes. Brad shrugged approval.
With characteristic foresight, Terry made a stop in the bathroom where he knew Brad kept the KY jelly. One never knows what may come in handy.
Positioning himself behind the girl, Terry very gently began to massage her clit. If he brought her off maybe he could insert his dick in her butt opening. Brad would never know!
Dinah's pussy was so wet. Terry's fingers squished around until he found the tiny clit. Right away the girl responded to his rhythm. Brad was having too much fun to mind if Terry was the one to give her an orgasm. After all, he was in an expansive mood.
Terry allowed the KY to reach room temperature on his dick. He inserted the tip of it between her cheeks. She froze for a moment, but his continued massaging of her pussy reassured her that all was all right.
He moved his dick rip around her asshole. She must like it, she was still gyrating to his hand action. She was still working on Brad at the front, having her head jerked up and down on his prick. Time to make her work at both ends.
Terry rolled his dick around the delicate opening. She was starting to gyrate more violently under his hand. He pushed his way in one inch. She froze again.
Terry continued to jerk her off. If she froze again he would stop bringing her off. What could be a better message?
He moved his dick in and out as far as the progress he had already made. Thrusting it in a little further, past the head of his dick didn't even make her pause.
He was so determined to fuck that fresh butt; his blood was boiling. He would ram it in before she could get away, if he thought she would not allow him in.
Thankfully, he wasn't going to have to force his way in. Of course the canal was so tight; every inch he gained he knew must be extremely painful to her.
Dinah thought that if Brad knew her asshole was being invaded he would throw Terry out of the apartment. But Dinah liked Terry. He had a way with his hands!
Terry's huge dick was causing great pain to her asshole, although it was a pleasant kind of pain. That sensation combined with the heat waves erupting from her cunt was thrillingly confusing.
Her asshole had almost accommodated the whole of Terry's dick. He had been moving his whole dick slowly in and out of her. Now he was increasing the intensity; he was beginning to slap her butt with his balls. Every time he slowly pulled out, she would take a breathe because she knew that the next time he rammed it in was going to be even harder than the last thrust.
The only trouble was, Dinah had to time Terry's thrusts with Brad's thrusts into her mouth.
Brad was getting close to coming, she could tell because he was gripping her hair so hard that it hurt. Every time he roughly pulled her head against his lap his dick would enter her throat. Dinah relaxed her throat the way he taught her to do last night. She was worried that he would want to move her onto her back so that she could swallow his cum the way he had done before.
Dinah hoped that Terry would bring her off before Brad would move her. But there was nothing to worry about, as it looked like she was going to cum before anybody else.
Sure enough, Dinah felt the heat waves erupting from her pussy, moving through her whole body. As she came her rectal muscles tightened so that Terry couldn't hold back any longer.
As Dinah last paroxysm waved through her, Terry thrust hard one final time. Grinding his hips into her juicy ass he let loose with his full load.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah."
At that same moment Brad's throbber pulsed and quivered, as he prepared to quake out his load. He felt tingles of pre-orgasmic heat pass through his body as the tongue lashed the sides of his prick. She was timing her tongue exactly the way he had instructed her.
Her tongue fluttered on Brad's prick.
"OoOoOoo!"
"Mmmmmm," Dinah hummed, sliding her full lips on and off his throbber.
The blonde felt Terry's big dick still in her ass. He'd squirted in her already, she mused, so why was she still registering his throbber moving in and out like a giant piston? The answer was simple, primal.
Terry was a pussy-worshiping butt-fucking fool! He never got enough!
She felt Terry's fingers creeping over her taut belly, then down into the blonde delta of her pussy. As Brad fucked her mouth, Terry's dick continued sliding in and out of her rump. And to top off the stimuli-overload, Terry was massaging her little pink clicker hotly, he was going to bring her off again!
"Roll those hips, Baby!"
"Flutter your tongue, Dinah!"
Commands came at her from both sides. Dicks came at her from both sides. Pleasure pulsed through her like an electric current, driving her into a deep frenzy of sexual tension.
She squeezed Terry's penis with her butt muscles, causing him to quiver.
"Baby, I'm gonna come on that pretty face," Brad threatened.
Dinah felt the hot dick pop out of her mouth.
She opened her eyes and looked up, as Brad's penis moved over her smooth cheek and down her chin, under her face and onto her neck, then down to the round dancing globes of her breasts.
Brad held her big knobs together.
"Baby, you've got the most fuckable tits," he said softly, feeling his penis throb in her cleavage.
"Oh, I love that hot dick on my flesh!" Dinah gasped. Giving two men pleasure at the same time was more than grand. She was completely enjoying this little game.
"I'm going to cum again," Terry threatened. "Roll those big hips."
Dinah's mojo began to GO! She slid into double' time, rolling and rocking.
"Move those fine bitch cakes Dinah!"
"Yessssss," the blonde hissed, feeling Brad pulse in her cleavage. He was on the verge!
"Cum on my tits, Brad."
"Hmmmmmm," he let out. He scooped up the hot cones, pushing them even closer together with his throbber between them. He began to lose it as she shimmied her shoulders just enough to make her knobs dance for him.
"Oh Baby, I love those tight silky buttocks," Terry let out, feeling the heat mount.
"Let's give her a good cum bath," Brad said.
"You got it!" Terry chimed.
Brad's prick began to squirt hot sauce on the blonde's sweating tits. He pinched the titty tips and pushed the hot knockers together, as clear cum bubbled out of her cleavage and onto her neck and chin.
Since his dick was pointing up, the cum spurted onto her face in hot jizz pearls.
"That's it baby, open that hot mouth for me!"
The blonde opened her mouth, and felt a hot pearl land on her tongue, another on her upper lip. She licked it off with her pink tongue.
"Oh, that tight rump is sooooo fine," Terry let out.
The blonde beauty gave his exploding dick a tight squeeze, smiling as he groaned in joy. Her hips were working a mile a minute as Terry's dick began to explode again.
"I'm gonna cum on her ass!" Terry said. He jerked his exploding dick out, and began shooting on the girl's smooth back.
She felt the warm jizz on the small of her back, between her shoulders and on the back of her neck, in her hair!
"Baby, that's the wayyyy!" Terry gasped.
"Gonna cover this hot bitch with cum," Brad let out, the last few drops of his liquid passion landing on her lips, on her nose and cheeks.
Dinah's body moved slowly now, as the two men covered her with hot sauce. Her clit was still aglow, as the orgasmic heat began to reach a new intensity.
Dinah's second orgasm racked through her body, making her sweat and cum coated body dance craz-ily.
Soon the three moist bodies were still.
"Wow!" Dinah let out, as Brad handed her a lit cigarette. That was something else."
"Well, girl, you'll never be a ass-cherry girl again," Brad let out dreamily.
"You knew I was fucking her ass all along?" Terry added.
"Of course I did, you slimuck," Brad retorted.
"Say that shit again," the cherry girl let out softly, her eyes out of focus as pleasure-overload turned into the most dreamy afterglow.
Dinah let herself slip into a dreamy state of half-sleep, surrounded as she was by two moist hot men. It was very nice, this sense of being surrounded by male bodies that were hot for her. Yes, it was a great joy to lose her ass-cherry. She recalled a time when she'd been afraid of this happening. Was she afraid to lose the real cherry, she wondered ... or afraid she'd like it so much she'd become a human fucking machine?
She giggled to herself playfully.
"What's funny?"
"Nothing. I just feel great," the blonde beauty let out. "That's all."
"Well, you should."
"Well, I do."
Terry chuckled at this. He'd not expected this. The morning had started out awkward. It certainly picked up for him. And for Brad as well.
Terry and Brad looked at each other. "Some wild shit, hey?" Brad said.
"Yeah, Brad, some very wild shit."
"Boys, I have the distinct feeling life has taken a turn for the better," the blonde let out. "Let's do this again real soon."
"Say that again, Dinah."
"Let's do this-"
"Ah, you don't have to take me so literally."
"Only way I HAVE to take you, Brad, darling, is by the horns," the girl goofed. "I wonder if you two guys have what it takes to keep a girl like me content."
"A girl like you?"
"Well, a girl of my new appetites. I don't mind telling you both. I liked that. I've just begun to play. I want to feel that hot throbbing male meat inside my pussy now.
Terry groaned. His dick was hanging limp like a dead worm. Even Brad was beginning to feel spent.
The blonde girl's hands went out in both directions. She cupped both of their balls. She felt Brad's dick swell, so she turned to face him. She could feel Terry's soft noodle creep into the cleavage of her rump cakes.
"I need a little time to rest, Dinah. Not too much. Just a little."
"Well, that's ok. I've got a whole lifetime to catch up on what I've been missing," the blonde let out in a breathy hot tone of lustful desire.
Later that evening Terry reluctantly went home.
Before he left he was able to get in a private word with Brad.
"That's some piece of luck, you've found yourself."
"You're right, and myself is the right word."
"Come on, man, you're not gonna begrudge me a little harmless fun. Are you?"
"No, I'm not," Brad replied. "I knew as soon as you saw that sweet rump you'd lose control of yourself."
"Sweet is only the beginning to describe that tight shit-shute."
"Well thanks friend for getting in there first."
"I swear Brad, I left it as tight as ever."
"Nice of you, but don't think I didn't know from the very first that you were gonna pop the butt. You can't fool me, friend."
In fact, Brad had not realized that Terry was fucking her rump until he had been at it a while. He had been so intent concentrating on the girl's hot lips on his dick that he was oblivious of his friend's presence. When he did realize it he figured not much harm was being done. Only after he'd come did Brad understand the full danger of the situation-Terry could've popped her cherry right under his nose!
Now that would've been humiliating as well as a real tragedy. So Brad was actually grateful that Terry had only ass-fucked her.
"Look Terry, I'm exhausted, let's talk tomorrow."
"Can I watch when you pop her?"
"You fuckin' pervert. No you can't. Besides Dinah wouldn't appreciate an audience."
"Wrong, man. She invited me to the preview, whenever it may be. Of course, she said to ask you."
"Oh shit, Terry. You are so fucking rude."
"Look, how about I bring over Nina You know the girl I met when I did the toothpaste commercial."
"Nina, the girl that'll fuck anything that moves?"
"The same. She's hotter than I thought. She likes girls, too. Especially cute blondes."
"I don't know...."
"Come on Brad, it'll be fun. We'll make them put on a show."
"Sounds like fun, but I don't know. Tell you what, I'll call you after I break her in. Then we'll make plans."
Brad, man, what's with you? Pop the bitch tonight. What're you waiting for? Virgins are not a dime a dozen, you know."
"I know, I know. You couldn't understand, this girl's special."
"Don't tell me you're falling in love, man."
"No, it's not like that-"
"You know, man if Nina knew about Dinah, she'd sell her to the highest bidder."
"Get out'a here, Terry."
"It's true, man. A virgin that ain't jail-bait. A legal virgin? You know what a rarity that is? By the way, are you positive she's not pulling your leg?"
"Not a doubt."
"By the way she acted, I wouldn't be too sure."
"What do you mean?" Brad asked.
"She seemed like she was used to getting it on with two guys at once. At least she could've seemed shy or scared. Instead she wore us out and wanted to go for yet another round."
"That's what I'm saying, Terry. She's special."
"Well, I hope the next time I see you that you haven't aged twenty years! Once she gets a taste of a real dick, she'll be insatiable. Look out man!"
"Yeah, I'll be careful. Good night, Terry. I'll give you a call."
"Right, let's do lunch."
Terry dragged his tired ass out of Brad's building and went home. He slept good that night.
Brad returned to the bedroom where Dinah was stretched out reading Variety magazine.
"Brad, do you think I should go on some calls? I should look for some acting work."
"I'm way ahead of you, sweets."
"What?"
"A friend of Terry's is a television commercial producer. He agreed to speak to her about you."
"Oh Brad, how can I thank you?"
"Don't fret sweetie, you'll think of a way."
Dinah blushed slightly. She turned away and busied herself straightening up the bed.
"When can I meet her," Dinah inquired.
"Terry's going to introduce you. She's a little wild, no more so than most people in show-biz, but don't let her throw you."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, she may come on to you, for example. Just don't let her think she's shocking you; she'll just be testing you, you know gaging your spontaneity."
"Is she a lesbian?"
"Nothing of the kind. In fact she's got the hots for Terry right now."
"Oh dear, you don't suppose if she finds out about what we did today with Terry, she'll be mad at me?"
"My dear," Brad said, "you have a lot to learn."
Dinah saw her error. Of course the woman wouldn't be threatened by her insignificant self. How silly of her to think otherwise.
"Are you too tired to go to bed, Brad?" Dinah smiled seductively.
"Girl, you're going to wear me out! How about a quiet pussy licking, then off to sleep?"
"Oooh, I'll sleep nice after that."
Dinah practically flew onto the bed, removing her lacy panties in a flash. She leaned back on the pillows and modestly spread her legs.
"Yum, box lunch." Brad dove between her legs, relishing the taste of her sweet pink pussy.
"Ohhhhhh, that's niiice," Dinah let out. "Flick your tongue like that."
Brad let his tongue whip her clit. He stiffened his tongue and inserted it as far as it would go into her vagina. He thought he was exhausted, but now as his dick became hard he began to think about her intact cherry.
Should he boff her tonight? If he waited there was the threat that Terry or someone else would reap the benefits of her cherry. Then all his efforts at training her properly would be wasted.
Decisions. Decisions. He didn't like to feel pressured. Brad was the type of person who would stop dead in his tracks if someone was pressuring him. But this was different, he reasoned.
As his tongue brought the girl close to her well-deserved climax he weighed the situation. To pop or not to pop?
"Uuuuuummmm. Auuuuuw." Dinah was writhing to the rhythm of Brad's tongue ministrations.
His dick was throbbing. Just as Brad decided to take the girl, and resolved his dilemma, Dinah slithered around on the bed and fondled Brad's dick. She looked up at him pleadingly.
Before Brad could put her in fuck-position she got on top of him in sixty-nine position.
As she circled his dick with her tongue she plopped her wet pussy on top of his face and started blowing him.
"Ohhhh," Brad exhaled. It felt soooo good.
He continued eating-out her pussy as she sucked him just the way he had taught her. Well, once again her cherry was saved.
The bedroom was quiet except for busy slurping sounds. Brad was timing his orgasm to be at the sound time as Dinah's. Of course, she had had a head start. She was way ahead of him. bur nor that far.
As Dinah's body began to be racked by orgasmic thundering, Brad let himself go. He held her hips to his face, breathing in her sweet musky scent as he came inside of her mouth.
She brought her lips to the shaft of his dick, allowing his cum juices to bounce off her throat before they slid down inside of her. She licked the sides of his prick as he was finishing, then cleaned off every bit of cum with her tongue.
"Oooh, girl, you're getting better and better."
"I never knew I could have such a powerful orgasm. Whew!"
She curled up alongside of him. Still breathing heavy she gradually began to breathe evenly and started to drift off to sleep.
Brad looked at his cherry-girl. Her skin was glistening with light moisture. He didn't regret not popping her tonight. He wasn't so much worried that she would be fickle and give it to some one else. It was more her innocence that he didn't trust.
Although Brad considered himself a cynic, he prided himself on his scruples. He couldn't even let his best friend know just how scrupulous he was. He didn't want Dinah to look back later on the relationship and see him as having taken advantage of her.
Not knowing anyone in the city put her at a huge disadvantage. True he could have ravished Dinah on the first night she stayed at his place. She couldn't have done very much; she barely had enough money to return to her home town, much less to get an apartment on her own.
In his own way Brad was a romantic. It was somehow gallant of him to allow a virgin to sleep in his bed. But, he reminded himself, he was merely preparing her for the big moment. She already knew exactly how he liked everything else.
Dinah knew that he liked to greet the day with his dick in her mouth. She always awoke before him. Quietly slipping out of bed, she would turn the coffee on. Then she would don his favorite push-up bra. Next she would pull her hair back tightly from her face in a pony tail.
She would very gently tease his dick with her wet tongue. He would get hard in his sleep. Once he got an erection he would start to slowly wake up. His first view of the day was her little head buried in his crotch. When she sensed he was awake she would move the position of her head and continue sucking so that he could see her face and her huge soft tit-tops.
As her head bobbed on his prick he would plan his day. Sometimes he would stop her before he came near coming and would roughly toss her on the bed and fuck her between the breasts. It was the only thing that seemed to embarrass her. If Brad was feeling ornery that morning he would make her take off her bra and hold her titties in fuck position herself.
She had to hold them tightly together and if she relaxed her hold on them if her would thrust harder. It must have hurt her delicate skin because she would cry out softly and quickly resume holding them up tightly again. He loved to have her proffer her breasts like that in such a sad manner.
When he was finished coming all over her tits he would turn over on his side and wait for his coffee. She wasn't allowed to clean his cum-splashes off until she brought him his cup. She knew just how he liked his coffee; he only had to tell her once.
He liked to see her return to the room with her pink sore-looking cleavage and her slightly abashed expression. Only then was she allowed to go take a shower. He would then sip his coffee while his dick dried in the early morning air.
Tomorrow morning, Brad decided, he wouldn't fuck her tits. When she gave him his usual morning wake-up he'd surprise her. Yes, the time to take her cherry was tomorrow morning. At that time of day he would be insensible to her moans of pain and her pleas for mercy.
Just thinking about it was giving him an erection. He briefly considered waking her up and taking her now. Or better yet, move inside of her without waking her up. And just as she starts to awaken, before she's quite conscious of her predicament, ram it into her!
There were so many options, no wonder he was taking his sweet time. Let idiots like Terry be baffled at his apparent unhaste. If Brad thought like Terry, he would not have something like this to look forward to.
As Brad was pondering the girl's fate, when he was deliberating between popping her cherry right now as she slept, or giving it to her in the morning when she didn't expect it-he fell asleep.
CHAPTER THREE
The Purple Parrot Club was rockin' and rollin' on this particular Saturday night. Brad and Dinah were in a fine mood as they finished their drinks and got up to do a little dancing. Brad admired the blonde's taut female body, taking in the way her skimpy little dress clung to her curvaceous form.
As the opening bars of Milk Shake Mad'mo'zele by Jerry Lee Lewis and his Pumping Piano throbbed through a dozen hidden speakers, the blonde girl began to shake out her stuff.
Brad's own dancing was abbreviated, as he concentrated on watching his hot blonde. Her womanly hips were straining the material of her dress. The tops of her titties were clearly visible over the low neckline, and Brad completely enjoyed watching the hot knobs quake and quiver. He moved close enough to observe the moisture of her perspiration, as droplets formed in and above her cleavage.
"Shake it for me Baby." .
"Yeah!"
The blonde girl licked her lips, moistening her mouth. She let him have a man-melting smile, winking her eyes and allowing a playful smile to light up her face.
Brad's dick throbbed in response to her twinkling erotic gaze. He watched her lips pout, watched her toss her hair back and shimmy her shoulders.
"Oh Baby!" Dinah let out. "I love to dance for you."
The dancing couple were unaware of the fact that Terry and Nina-who were supposed to meet them at the Parrot-had arrived. The couple took seats near the dance floor and ordered drinks.
"Your friends really dance," Nina let out breathlessly, her big eyes on the hot sweating blonde.
"Yeah, Dinah can move it. Brad's not bad either," Terry let out softly.
"I don't see YOU watching Brad," Nina goofed.
"Well, for that matter, your eyes are glued to Dinah too," Terry let out.
"Yeah, that blonde just makes my blood boil."
"She's hot alright," Terry said. "That rump makes me lose my mind."
"Like a lot of blondes," Nina began, "your friend Dinah's got that creamy hot complexion. I love to see her sweaty like that! Oh, my pussy is getting wet."
Terry reached under the table, placing his hand on Nina's upper thigh.
"You can take my word for it, Terry," the girl said, a trace of impatience in her voice.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing's wrong. Just don't start something you can't finish."
"Who says I can't finish?"
"Well, maybe you can. But not here. Not now."
"How'd you like to get tongue-fucked while you watch Dinah dance?"
"Hmm, sounds like fun."
Terry, his face alive with mischief, moved down low in his chair.
"Where you going?"
"Well, under the table, girl. That's the only way I could possible-"
"Terry!"
"What are you worried about? The tablecloth will cover my moves, Nina. Just relax and enjoy the show and I'll take care of your cunt for you. I'll make sure I finish what I've started, after all."
The girl shrugged. If Terry was crazy enough to go under the table and give her a wet kiss on the cunt, it was certainly alright with her.
And watching the blonde while having her pussy tongue-fucked, was a spanking good idea at that.
Terry took a silk napkin and placed it on the floor to cushion his knees. He had every intention of being down there for as long as it took to rock Nina's world.
"Hmmm," Nina let out, feeling the heat in her inner thighs, as Terry's slick fingers moved deftly.
"Lift your butt, Honey."
Nina was wearing a loose pleated mini-skirt. She lifted her rump cakes off the chair for a second, to allow Terry to slide her panties down. She looked down under the table just as Terry held her panties to his nose and took a deep breath.
"Pussssssy gooodness!" he let out, his eyes rolling, nostrils quivering.
Nina chuckled, turning from Terry to the dance floor, where Brad and Dinah were still working' hard.
It was Terry's turn to work. He let his thumbs gently move up the girl's inner thighs, resting on her pussy lips and moving them gently apart.
"OoooOo!" Nina let out.
Terry's tongue flicked over the little pink clicker, moistening the hot button as it stood up erect, and awaiting some further attention.
"Hmmmmmm," Nina moaned, as Ten-y blew warm air on her clit. She wriggled in her seat, moving so that her rump was on the edge of the seat.
"Baby, I love that taste. It's like fresh seafood," Terry let out.
"What?"
He winked at her. "Never mind. It's not time for talking right now."
The girl looked back to the dance floor. She could see the sweat forming circles under Dinah's arms, and glinting on her upper breasts. The blonde beauty was at her best when her hair was mussed up and her long cool body was starry with perspiration.
Dinah tossed her hair back and shimmied her shoulders, and Nina, studying her carefully, began to roll her hips gently. She could feel Terry's tongue slipping and sliding; from her clitoris, down to her pussy and even further down to dance over the hot button of her butt.
"OooOoOo!"
"Hmmmmmmm," Terry let out, letting his tongue dig into her cunt on the way back up to her clit.
"Wow!" Nina let out, feeling a pre-orgasmic tingle. This was more fun than she'd anticipated. At first, when Terry brought up the idea, Nina thought it was a goof. Something designed to make her cool him out.
Nina knew his sense of humor. He loved to be the bad boy, and have her scold him and act like a party poop. Well this time she was not going to be a stable influence. If he wanted to worship her pussy in a crowded Rock'n'Roll Club, it was more than alright with her.
"Go Terry!" the girl hissed. "Work on it!"
"Mmmmm," Terry let out. His face was slick with pussy dew now, and his tongue was beginning to delve into the hot silky crevices of her pussy.
"OoOoo!" Nina let out, as she felt a wet finger slip back and rest on the button of her asshole She lifted her rump off of the seat slightly.
Terry cupped the quivering balls of her buttocks, and drew his face in deep, so that his tongue penetrated the lips of her pussy. He moved into her cunt with his wet tongue.
"Yipes!"
Terry would have smiled, if his face wasn't busy bringing pleasure to the hot Nina. "Ohh, Terry, that's beginning to do it!"
"Mmmmmm!"
Nina looked up in time to see Dinah's hot knob tops shake and quake. Then she looked down, just as Terry's tongue moved out of her cunt and flicked over her clitoris.
This combination of stimuli was enough to drive the lovely Nina into a convulsion of pure pleasure. She felt her spine quiver as the heat of pre-orgasmic electricity pulsed through her sweating hot body.
"Ohh, Terrryyyyyy!"
He took advantage of her pussy dew, to moisten a finger and slide it into the pretty girl's tight rump. He wiggled his finger in her ass, as his tongue moved once again, into her silky pussy. He wiggled his tongue inside her.
"OooOcOooooooOoooo!"
"Mmmmmm!" he let out, his tongue vibrating as he hummed. He continued to tongue-fuck the lovely Nina.
Nina's spine tightened as her hips began to quiver.
Terry felt the smooth inner thighs close around his ears. The girl began squeezing his head as orgasmic heat began to make her girlish body wriggle.
"Ooo Yesssssss!"
Nina's orgasm shook the table!
Dinah thought she was seeing things. Was it her imagination, or was that Nina sitting there at the table, seemingly alone. What was weird, Dinah realized, was that the table was MOVING! And Nina appeared to be dancing in her seat.
"Brad, what's going on over there?"
"Oh, I didn't see them come in. That's Nina. I guess Terry's nearby."
Dinah chuckled. "I think he's closer than nearby, Darling. Let's dance over closer and get a glimpse of what's going on."
"How about let's stop dancing and just walk up to their table?"
"Sure!"
Dinah giggled as he took her hand and led her across the dance floor, to the table where Nina, now in the deepest sexual convulsions, shook with the fever.
"Oh Terry, that feels soooooooOooo goooOoood!"
Terry's Anger was in Nina's rump, and his tongue was in her pussy. His other fingers flickered and massaged the hot taut pink button of her clitoris.
All of this stimuli was clearly driving the lovely Nina into fits of joy.
Dinah sat down next to Nina and brought her blonde face close. "Hello Nina."
Nina's eyes looked up, and she took in the pretty blonde. "Hello Dinah."
"So what's going on?"
Nina's slight abbreviated nod and lowered eyes, made the blonde look down under the table. "Oh!"
"What's goin' on?" Brad asked.
"Well, look for yourself," Dinah suggested.
Brad and Dinah both observed the source of the moving table, and when they became aware of Terry's head between Nina's head, they began to laugh wildly.
"Go, Terry!"
"Lick it up, Terry," Brad encouraged.
Nina's spine tightened as the orgasm built up to prime heat, and rippled through her moist girlish body. The 'gasm was on her full now, causing her eyes to roll back, her nostrils flaring wildly as she let out little gasps of pleasure.
The orgasm made her shiver with pleasure, as her clit tingled in electric pleasure.
The orgasm passed, and the lovely Nina's taut muscle tone suddenly relaxed. The thighs opened up, and Terry's head was no longer in a vice-like grip-
"Ooo, Terryyyyy!"
Terry looked up. "You rang?"
"Terry, you are a wild man!" Dinah let out, observing Terry's swollen lips and moist face. His cheeks, chin, and mouth were covered with glinting pussy dew.
"Oh, Terry, I can't tell you how nice that felt," Nina let out. "I mean, that was just entirely incredible, Terry. I've never felt anything that fine."
"Uhmmm," Terry let out modestly.
Terry was on his way up, getting to his feet, as the waitress came back. The hip cocktail waitress took one look at Terry's face and winked. She turned to Nina. "Got yourself a champion muff-diver there, don't we Honey?"
"Oh, he's an athlete," Nina agreed.
"He should be in the tongue Olympics," Brad agreed, noting the pretty turn of the cocktail waitress's rump.
"Do you suppose she made him do that?" Dinah asked Brad.
"Naww, knowing Terry, I'd say it was his idea to get on his knees and stick his tongue up Nina's cunt right here in this club. Terry's like that. He needs it, man, look out. He needs it NOW. There's no way you're going to make the man wait until a more appropriate moment."
"Wow!" Dinah let out, looking impressed. She playfully eyed Brad's lips. "That looks like fun."
"Yeah, but you know, Dinah, these things can go either way."
"Oh?"
"That's true," Nina said, licking her lips so that the red lipstick glowed. "I could easily get down under the table and return the favor."
"That's right!" Terry agreed.
"In fact," Nina continued, "having your tongue in my pussy, Darling, has given me a real hunger for some stiff pulsing male meat."
"Oh?"
"Would you like to cum in my mouth, Terry?"
"Do ursine creatures defecate in arboreal regions?" Terry let out.
"Ah, probably."
"It's possible," Brad agreed.
"Darling, it's more than possible," Nina let out, a twinkle in her eye as she took a napkin and began carefully removing her lipstick.
"What are you doing, Nina?"
"I don't want to leave lipstick on him, Dinah, it will look too much like blood."
Dinah blushed deeply and Terry and Brad chuckled at the blonde's sudden flushing.
Nina, meanwhile, was busy adjusting herself. Without a word, she slid like a snake, under the table. She was in the process of assuming position, when the cocktail waitress returned.
"Another round?" the waitress let out, winking as she realized why Nina was not visible.
"Oh, absolutely. Bring us all a good stiff drink, young lady," Brad said. "Make it double martinis all around."
"Double?! Well, this is one happy party," the waitress let out playfully.
Brad watched the hot waitress, hand on her hip, as her eyes took in the obvious action below the table. "I'll see what I can do about having my mixologist work up some smokin' liquid for you guys here."
"Thanks tootsie," Brad said.
The waitress swung her hips on her way to the kitchen. Brad's eyes turned to the lovely Nina, who was placing napkins under her knees to cushion her from the floor.
"Terry, I think you're in for it," Brad mumbled, clearly envious of his friend's coming pleasure.
"Think so, hey? Well, I earned it, m'man."
"Now that's probably true," Brad said. He looked at his pretty blonde and winked.
"Terry ... Nina, can we watch?" Dinah let out.
"I don't think they'd have it any other way," Brad let out softly.
"You can watch me anytime," Nina said to Dinah, clearly flirting with the lovely blonde. "And if you get hot, open your legs and I'll get around to you."
"Oh!"
Nina laughed at the blonde beauty's shock at this proposition. How amusing it was to make those pretty eyes widen in alarm, Nina realized, feeling her pussy heat up with the thought of licking Dinah's blonde bush.
Brad watched the action, amused, and happy for his pussy-crazy friend. He didn't need to feel competitive; if he snapped his fingers, Dinah would be under the table. He did wonder if he could convince Dinah to make it with the wild Nina. He could tell that the blonde was in awe of Nina. Not to mention the fact that Nina was a powerful producer, and could help Dinah with her career.
The next time Brad did business with a female producer he knew he was going to picture her under a table giving some guy a blow-job. Conditioning. Sometimes it made no sense.
Terry was beginning to breathe heavier. His eyes were virtually glued on Dinah's bust. They were sure worth watching.
That afternoon Brad had taken Dinah shopping. First thing they did was buy her some lingerie. Brad picked out just about everything. A few pairs of silk high-cut panties. A see-through negligee, and a few different brassieres.
One was a strapless number, pale pink, with underwires so that the breasts jutted out and up. The next one was black lace with see-through cups. And another one was a beige bra with half cups so that only the bottom of Dinah's tits were covered. The bra made her breasts stand up higher than they did naturally, and Dinah had high perfect tits. The tops of her breasts were scooped up, close together, spilling up out of the constricting bra. The effect was so spectacular that she complained that it was uncomfortable to wear.
Dinah knew that all her new bras would be cum-stained in a matter of days. Lately Brad was obsessed with her tits. No longer was it enough for him to only fuck her tits in the morning-something he knew she disliked.
This afternoon while Dinah was preparing dinner, he had called her in to the living room. Naturally she obeyed promptly, wiping her hands on her apron and entering the room. On the couch lay one of her new bras, one that he hadn't yet used to fuck her tits with.
His prick was out of the zipper in his slacks, throbbing at attention. Brad looked up at her from his position on the couch. She followed his eye to the new half-cup bra he'd put on the couch, then back to her tits.
Blood rushed to her face, which only served to increase his desire. Dinah sighed and took the beige bra to the bedroom. She took off only her top garments, leaving her skirt and apron on. He didn't care what else she wore. Donning the bra with the half-cups, Dinah had to admit to herself that she looked great in it. Perhaps, she sighed philosophically, if she was a guy she'd want to fuck her tits, too.
Throwing her shoulders back, she surveyed herself from the side. Her bosom stood so full and so high that when she leaned her head down, she could lick her own round titty-tops!
The creamy breasts were like half moons popping out of the abbreviated cups. The pink nipples were not hard yet from Brad's rough handling; they were jutting up in the air like pale young rose buds. Dinah tweaked them and watched them shrink into tiny hard nipple-knobs.
Brad liked her to present her breasts with the nipples soft, so to be contrary she tweaked them once again for good measure before she started back to the living room.
Dinah walked over to the spot that Brad pointed to. She got on her knees in front of his seated form. Leaning over him as he'd taught her, she brushed her breasts over his legs and then onto his prick where his open zipper grazed her tender flesh.
He jammed his prick between her breasts so that the entire length disappeared between them. Keeping it still for a few moments, he marveled at the pearly texture of her skin. Then gently moving his prick inside her thick creamy cleavage he clasped her breasts with both hands, kneading the flesh rather roughly.
It would not be so awful, Dinah thought, if he simply moved his prick between her breasts and came to his hearts content. Instead, in order to reach orgasm, Brad moved her tits rather than move his hips. And if he was only more gentle with them she wouldn't mind having her breasts be the constant repository for his many loads.
Her breasts were so soft and pliable that he couldn't resist getting a little rough, she supposed. It was also incredible to her the way her cleavage swallowed up his whole prick. In fact, he was beginning to show more attention to her tits than to the rest of her combined.
At night he would massage oils into her delicate breast skin, murmuring to them words she couldn't hear. He was probably apologizing before-hand for the brutal fucking they were going to get in the morning. If only he would let her blow him in the morning like a normal human being, she mused.
Dinah was also getting impatient to lose her cherry and to finally experience what intercourse felt like. She'd been fucked in her ass, in her mouth, and had her tits fucked more times now than she cared to remember. Oh well. She'd try to be patient.
His hands were attempting to grasp as much of her flesh now as they could hold. Holding her tits on the outer sides, he was squeezing them together even tighter than the bra did. Grinding her breasts up and down, in and out, Brad was getting near his release.
Dinah hoped it was soon. This was beginning to get painful. His zipper was scraping her tender skin and catching on her nipples. Her breasts would be red and sore; they would start to look normal again right around the time Brad would be ready for his next tit-fuck.
Her knees were getting sore. In order to accommodate him she was in a half-upright position, leaning forward. Her leg muscles ached. Dinah knew better than to complain. She had already learned the hard way that if she resisted or fidgeted he would handle her even rougher and make her cry out in pain. So she bore the discomfort, realizing instinctively that the concept of pain was relative.
In a curious way Dinah was getting to like having her breasts abused in this manner. When she thought of Brad doing it to her it made her horny-it was only because he hurt her that she didn't like it, although she had to admit to herself that she was beginning to like it!
Finally Brad was about to come. When he first started fucking her tits, he used to grab her head and make her swallow. Which she loved. Lately he was happy to just come all over her tits. And lately he made her wear his cum for longer and longer amounts of time.
One time when he had rubbed his cum all over her tits and refused to let her wash it off, she had shrugged and resumed her dusting of the bookshelves, which she had left off at Brad's summons.
Terry rang the bell. Brad then forced her to answer the door with the cum that was still wet on her breasts.
"Aaaaaaah, tit. Oooooh. What tits." Brad was pulling her tits every which way as he was about to come. "Aaaaaaaooooh, I'm gonna come, you want it in your mouth, bitch?"
Dinah knew he wasn't waiting for an answer. Sure enough, she felt the hot juice squirting deep in the recess of her cleavage. Brad pulled his prick out as it was still squirting.
"Ooaaah. Mmmmmmmmm."
He pushed her head down and rubbed a little on her face. Then he pulled her tits back into his lap and proceeded to rub the rest of it on the tops of her tits, spreading his cum all over the surface of her now reddened skin.
He spread out on the couch. His dick was still erect.
"Okay tit girl, walk around the room, and jut those tits up high."
Dinah obeyed him, as she was getting used to doing.
"Oooh, pretty red tits, so sore," he cooed.
One day, she thought, if he goes too far, I'll rebel. And then I'll have my way with him. I'll have some fun then!
Now as Nina was under the table servicing Terry, Dinah watched as both men's eyes were on her heaving cleavage. The thought of Nina giving a blow-job combined with her own memory was getting her very horny.
Aside from the lingerie Brad had bought her some clothes. And like the underwear it was nothing she'd have bought on her own.
The dress she wore was much too revealing, even for her new exhibitionistic self. It was cut far too low, too tight, and the slit up the side of the tight skirt came way too high up her leg.
While she had been dancing earlier this evening she'd noticed that too many people were looking at her. She had to admit she danced very well and attributed everyone's notice of her to that.
It wasn't until she'd looked down at herself that she saw the real reason she was the center of attention. The tight dress had twisted around, bringing the side-slit to the front of her body. To her horror the slit had climbed up a few inches and was gaping open right at the site of her pussy. If she'd had on regular underwear it wouldn't have been so bad. She was wearing the kind of panties that were slit in the front, to allow for easy entry.
Every time she spread her legs on the dance floor her pussy was visible to anyone who looked. She had quickly adjusted the tight dress, and saw Brad grinning. He knew her pussy was visible and was allowing her to dance like that!
Now Dinah was thinking that perhaps it was time to put Brad in his place. He was definitely getting on his high horse. And maybe Nina would be able to help her!
The features of Terry's face tightened for a moment, then relaxed. At that same moment Nina appeared from beneath the table. She reached for a cocktail napkin and delicately emptied her mouthful of cum.
She fastidiously took a mouthful of her martini and swished it around her mouth. Then she took out her compact. When she lifted the lid the compact lit it. She re-applied her dark-red lipstick.
"Ooooooooh, the girl with the million dollar lips," Terry said.
"If I charged for what my lips have done alone I'd have at least a million dollars," Nina quipped.
She glanced at Dinah to see what affect she was having on her. To her extreme pleasure Dinah was gazing at her in open admiration.
"Let's go to the little girls' room, dear," Nina said. She stood up. "Don't bother getting up gentlemen."
"Nina darling, you're a true lady. We simply show our respect in unorthodox ways. Isn't that right, Brad?"
"Yes indeed, it is." Brad said to Terry. "My lady," he turned to Nina, "I'd love to show you just how much, too."
"You're too kind. Come on Dinah, let's get out of here, the air is getting stuffy."
Nina walked to the ladies' room, Dinah in tow.
"So Brad, tell me you've popped the bitch."
Terry, you have a one track mind."
"Is that a yes?"
"No comment." Terry leaned back in his chair and pointed at Brad. "You haven't!"
"So?"
"So? So?" Terry sputtered. He couldn't figure it out. It was no longer an issue of self control. He was getting worried about his friend. "She won't let you?"
"You kidding? She begged me. Every time I decide to do it, something comes up or happens and then the moment is gone."
"Moment? That's all you need, is less than one moment."
Terry, you'll never understand. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I'll never have this chance again. I don't want it to be over before I realize it's happened."
Brad, man, if you don't, someone else is gonna beat you to it."
"You try it-"
"C'mon, man, I don't mean me. But you know how women are. You have to take control. She's gonna think you don't want her."
If only Terry could know what went on these last few days between Dinah and himself. Shit. "No one else is gonna beat me to it, as you say. I've got her trained," Brad said.
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah."
As Brad and Terry were bickering the women were engaging in their own naughty tete a tete in the ladies' room.
"Dinah, you have such a fine pale complexion. I hope you don't mind my asking, but why are you're breasts so different? The skin actually looks irritated."
Dinah blushed beet red. How could she tell this virtual stranger of the weird goings-on she was party to?
"It's nothing, really-"
"Oh, I see. It's Brad. Look honey, you don't have to be ashamed in front of me. I've seen it and done it all. Well, maybe not all, but I hope to have done as much as possible."
"Well, you know, umm, Brad likes to, uh, he has a thing for tits and-"
"Ha ha!" Dinah guffawed. "I'm not laughing at you kid. I'll never cease to be amazed at the mania of men for beautiful tits."
"Oh, but you know," Dinah said, "it hurts, what he does."
"He's hurting you and you don't like it and you let him?" Nina was starting to be outraged.
"No, not exactly. I mean, at first, I wasn't sure. Now, I don't mind, it's just that he's getting rougher. And that's all he wants to do lately."
Nina looked closer at her. "You mean he doesn't fuck you enough?"
"Um, we don't do that."
"Out with it girl. Is he weird?"
"No, no. I mean we never did it before."
"I'm rarely confused when it comes to sex," Nina said. "Let me get this straight, he never fucked you but there's nothing wrong with him. Only time I heard of that is if the girl's a-naw." She peered even closer at Dinah as if she was a strange species of creature.
"Yeah, I'm a virgin." Dinah exhaled in relief.
"Wow! I don't believe it. A virgin!"
Dinah was slightly offended. "It's not all that odd you know, we're all born that way you know."
"Aw, kid, I'm not making fun of you. It's just been a long time since I've known an adult-" she whispered the word "virgin."
They were no longer alone in the bathroom. A fat woman with pendulous breasts entered. She proceeded to pull her dress up in full view of the two friends and adjust her garters. For such a large body, the woman had tiny delicate feet and shapely legs. The thighs were huge, but shapely.
Nina watched the busy woman in a distracted sort of way.
"Look, kid," Nina spoke in a conspiratorial tone. "Don't tell Bradley what you told me. I've got an idea to make him eat crow. Don't worry. I won't hurt him, he'll only bruise. His ego, I mean."
Dinah laughed. The first time she'd laughed since she came to New York.
Nina said, "we're gonna be friends, I can tell. I like you and you can use me. Don't worry, I'm blunt, I offend some people by that. Usually the ones that don't want to hear the truth."
"I've never met anyone like you."
"And you never will, girlfriend! But seriously, I can probably get you work. At the very least I can get you seen. And in this business that's most of the battle."
"I've had some experience. I modeled in a department store fashion show in Dubuque. And I acted in school plays."
"Where's Dubuque?"
"Iowa, that's where I'm from."
"Of course, how silly of me. We don't hear much about Dubuque in New York. I'm a native New Yorker, as if you couldn't tell."
Dinah looked blankly at Nina.
"You got a lot to learn, kid." Nina said. "And I don't mind teaching. Some people can't stand to inform others, it reminds them of their ignorance. But it won't be one-sided I'm sure. At least you can teach me about innocence."
"You must get something straight. I'm not that innocent, and I'm nobody's fool."
"Honey, all innocent people say that. But I'm sure you're nobody's fool. You're gonna go far. With your looks, and your open-mindedness, you'll do fine. Take my advice, keep that naive pure attitude. The right mixture of knowing and innocence-you'll be dangerous."
Nina laughed deep in her throat as the women exited the bathroom, headed straight for mischief.
The boys were so intent on their own conspiracy they didn't notice their escorts had their own. And unlike the two horny males, the girls were not in competition.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next morning Dinah had a surprise in store for Brad. He began to slowly wake and sensed his tit-girl was not where she was supposed to be. He had expressly told her last night before they fell asleep that she was to wake him up with her tits. "Ohh"
He'd explained that she was to oil her cleavage and lightly roll his prick in the tight spot that she would create between her tits by pressing them close together. This was he could first come to consciousness in the morning in a pleasant delicious manner.
Hopefully then he wouldn't be in a bad mood when he woke up. But of course if he happened to find himself cranky and irritated he could cure himself by roughing up those sweet soft breasts.
When Brad finally did come all over her tits, his bad mood would instantly evaporate. The with a compassionate feeling he'd watch Dinah bustle about the bedroom, bringing his coffee on the tray, opening the window blinds. All the while her reddened tits would delicately bounce with her movements, his sperm causing the skin to glisten.
Then he'd feel a little sorry for abusing the innocent tits. He'd look at Dinah, who would not meet his eye until after she'd taken her shower.
Although Brad felt sorry, he had to admit he enjoyed her subdued manner. He would tell himself that he would not be so rough with the tits the next time. He never intentionally hurt them, in the midst of his rapture he would simply get carried away. His prick would rub too hard and for too long a time. The skin between her breasts was just too soft; it couldn't withstand too much friction.
Perhaps the feeling her breasts aroused in him was akin to the sensation that Chinese men felt upon fondling a bound foot. The object of sexual adoration, that could command a man's passions, and rule a man's better judgement, was also a poor injured thing.
The fact that the toes were forced back under the feet at a young age, allowing the bones to grow abnormally and the flesh to suppurate, causing pus to ooze from the sores that developed, was not the point at all. This stinking rotting mass was buried under many layers of scented silk that was wrapped around the appendage.
Only the high born were allowed the privilege of having their feet bound. Girls with regular feet were usually peasants and did the running and fetching of their superiors.
Women were certainly tougher than men, Brad thought, nearly fully awake now. To be smiling and compliant while enduring extreme pain was a feat that few men could accomplish. For a girl to whimper and complain of her pain in that culture, was a sign of ill temper and bad breeding.
The instep, or what had been the instep was surrounded at one end by the heel and at the other by the toes, creating a delightful crevice just right for a penis to be inserted into.
The ideal foot was called a 'half moon', and was not more than six inches long; the smaller and more curved the foot, the better. Who knows how many feet got jerked off into all those years, Brad wondered, until the practice was finally outlawed.
Well, now breasts are the ideal, at least among Americans, Brad mused. If I had lived then I suppose I'd have had a pair of sad little feet at my disposal instead of these pale-pink balloon-shaped breasts with the easily bruised cleavage.
Brad was now completely awake. All this musing on injured delicate flesh was arousing him. He listened for the sound of Dinah making coffee. Nothing. He decided that he'd start to jerk off" so that when she appeared he'd force her down and come down her throat. After breakfast he'd take his time and come between her tits. As a punishment for not waking him up properly he'd do it with his pants on so that his zipper would scrape her skin. He no longer became rougher when she resisted him slightly. She never resisted anymore; anyway he was as rough as he cared to be. But where was she?
Getting impatient, he decided to start himself. What are we coming to when a man has to jerk his own self off. He sighed, and reached for his prick, but his arm was stuck.
Feeling alarmed, he tried to get up but found that his wrists were bound fast to the head board. His ankles were likewise fastened to the decorative board at the foot of the bed!
Uh-oh. He called out Dinah's name. No answer, just silence.
"Dinah, get your ass in here. What the hell is going on?"
He was getting angry now but he knew better than to show it. He wasn't scared for his safety. He knew she was not foolish enough to leave him untended like this.
He heard some laughing in the living room. Oh, shit, he thought, don't tell me Terry invited himself over again.
Brad strained his ears to listen to any tell-tale sounds of fucking or sucking. Instead he heard conspiratorial whispers getting louder and louder as they approached the other side of the open doorway of the bedroom.
He craned his neck to try and see in to the hallway. "Dinah, you bitch, who's out there?"
"Nobody Brad, I was just singing to myself," Dinah said gaily. I've got my tits oiled for you. I tried to wake you but you were sleeping so soundly."
He thought he could hear tittering.
"Alright, get these stupid ropes off and bring your tits in. You're putting me in a bad mood."
"Yes Brad."
"So, what's keeping you?"
Silence. Something was not right. He knew someone was with her. Naw, she wouldn't lie to him. After all, she had never disobeyed him yet. And she'd never shown any sign.
"Dinah, now!" A few seconds elapsed. "Alright that's it, I'm gonna fuck your tits so hard you're gonna beg for mercy."
"Oh, Brad, you wouldn't do that to me, would you?"
"I won't if you untie me this second!"
"What will you do, Brad? Now, I'm scared to come in."
"Don't worry, I'm not mad." He was seething. "When you untie me I'll fuck your tits real soft. I'll come in one spot and you can wash it right off. I'm not going to make you lick it off your tits."
What was he saying? He couldn't believe it. This girl had him tied up in more ways than one. Here he was negotiating with the girl he thought he'd trained so well. He was planning on having her put on an obedience show for his closest friends. He was going to show her off by having her service each guy in a different way. Now look at him, what a fool he'd been.
"Dinah, you still there?" He strained his neck to try and see her.
"Yes, Brad."
Maybe he'd imagined her talking to someone. Maybe he'd been still asleep when he thought he heard voices.
"Look, sweets. Just untie me. We'll talk. You want me to pop your cherry today? I will if you want."
"Oh, Brad, do you mean it? You'll do that for me?"
Was she kidding? She didn't sound like herself.
"Look, Dinah, we'll go out for breakfast." He was beginning to whine. He hoped she hadn't detected the pleading in his voice. Get control of yourself, he thought.
In fact Dinah was on the other side of the open door, just out of Brad's vision. She was using all her energy to keep from laughing. Next to her stood Nina, the person who gave her the idea to put Brad back in his place.
"Dinah, I want my coffee. Let's forget this ever happened. I know you don't like me to fuck your tits all the time. I won't do it anymore, I promise."
"You swear?"
"Yes, honey. Now be a good girl. Just come here so I can see you."
"But Brad, I've got my tits all oiled for you. How about if I come in and rub them all over you?"
Dinah stepped into the room by herself. As angry as Brad was he gasped when he saw what she was wearing. She had a new outfit on. A black bustier that clinched her waist tightly, making it even smaller than it was naturally. The bottom of the garment ended at her hips, causing her creamy butt to spill out. Her smooth ass was standing up even higher than ever. But what really made Brad's throbber pulse was the effect the bustier had on her breasts. They were pressed together unnaturally, tighter than ever. The whole bosom was exposed and popping up and out together. The rounded tops were pressed up so high that they practically came to her chin.
Shit, he couldn't resist fucking them. But what was she trying to do to him?
"Come on Dinah. Let's stop playing games. Either you want me to fuck them or you wouldn't dress them up like that. Am I correct?"
"Well...."
"Well? Hey, where did you get that thing you're wearing? I didn't buy you that."
"Brad, everything I have was not given to me from you. I did have a life before I met you, you know." She leaned over him and allowed her breasts to graze his face. "You want to suck?"
"Aftet you untie me I'll suck your nipples the way you like, sweetie."
"No!" Dinah said. "She pushed out her lower lip in a pouting way. " I want you to stay that way." She raised her breasts up from him and circled them with her hands, causing them to jiggle.
"Dinah, you're driving me nuts. Tell you what, untie me, I'll let you jerk me off, then you can tie me back up and continue your fun, Okay?"
For the first time Dinah's brow clouded. "What do you take me for, Bradley?" She turned on her high heel and stalked out of the room.
"Wait, don't go, tell me what you want, I'll listen."
She was gone. Brad struggled violently with his bonds, to no avail. He could hear distinctive laughter now. The worst thing was, although he was wavering between fear, rage, and humiliation, he still had a huge erection.
Shit, that bitch could do anything to him and get away with it, he thought. But I'd never let her know that or I'm a goner.
He decided to try to relax, since there was nothing he could do, he'd see what Dinah had up her sleeve.
Listening, he heard the sounds of women talking. Dinah didn't seem angry, maybe she was planning a treat for him. The only female she knew was Nina.
Hot Nina. Well, she was attractive in the opposite way of Dinah. Nina had dark hair and brown eyes. She was tall and slender, with the thinner hips than Dinah's. Actually Dinah's hips were so round and full, with her rear so rotund, it looked like she was carrying around a full pillow on her butt.
No wonder Terry dove into her ass the first time he met her. Since then Brad had fucked her butt, too. Dinah had loved it and had been on his case to fuck her pussy.
Brad hoped he didn't blow it by taking his time with her. All this time he had prided himself on his fortitude; he had felt superior allowing a willing virgin to share his bed with him. He had gotten so high on his loftiness that he had been toying with the idea of only popping her when she begged for it.
Now he felt like an idiot. How could he have expected her to plead for something she didn't even know about? And it had taken all his fortitude to restrain himself. Plenty of times in the heat of passion he had nearly entered her pussy.
That was probably why he had obsessed on her breasts. Now it made sense. Of course her breasts were irresistible. They would be to any man. If she hadn't had such fuckable tits, he wouldn't have used them to distract himself from her cherry. He would've fucked her pussy like she wanted him to. And he wouldn't be in this embarrassing position now.
"Dinah! I'm sorry!" Brad yelled.
Maybe, he could set things right. He wasn't angry anymore. He felt contrite. He even deserved to be humiliated like this. Well, not really, but it did bring him to his senses.
"Dinah, I'll do anything. Just come back!"
He was rewarded with the sight of the lovely blonde. She strode over to the bed, her breasts that were still raised up by the bustier bobbing up and down.
"You sound more like yourself, Brad."
"Dinah, I'm really sorry. I don't know what got into me."
"Apology accepted." She stared at him, licking her lips. "So, untie me now."
"Brad, remember a minute ago, you said you'd do anything?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Well, I'm taking you at your word. Now you're going to do what we want."
"We? I know someone's here. Nina right?"
Nina walked into the room.
"Very perceptive Bradley. I think you owe your friend here a little more than an apology."
Under ordinary circumstances Brad would've told her to mind her own beeswax. True he was being careful of what he said. They did have the advantage over him, however temporarily. He vowed to himself that he'd get back at Nina. Dinah deserved her little revengeful escapade, but not Nina.
What was keeping Brad from mouthing off at Nina the way she deserved, was the way she looked. Until this moment he hadn't realized how attracted to her he was.
Like Dinah, she was dressed in a very sexy manner. Unlike Dinah she was more decked out. Her long shapely legs were covered in sheer black stockings with a seam down the back. The tops ended in garters, long black ones that connected to a thin beige belt.
She was wearing see-through beige panties that flattened out her small dark patch of pubic hair. He couldn't be sure, but Brad thought the panties were cut open at the front allowing for penetration.
If he played along with the two bitches, maybe he could fuck both of them. Woowee.
"Yeah, Nina, I am sorry for not treating Dinah better. But I've come to my senses. How about let's let bygones be bygones. We can have a nice quiet party. Let's be friends," he finished in an oily voice.
"Yes, friends. And you are going to have a party," Nina said, "the party every man dreams about."
With that Nina got down on the bed and began fondling his dick. She glanced up at Dinah conspiratorially.
Brad craned his neck in Dinah's direction, but she was behind him, out of his sight.
Nina straddled his legs and leaned over him. Her tits fell forward onto his belly. They were not as bulbous as Dinah's. Certainly with Nina's darker complexion they were not as pale and translucent. They had a beauty all their own. Where Dinah's plump nipples were pink, Nina's were smaller, compact and beige. Her tits were in a strange kind of brassiere. They were popping out of two holes cut out in the garment. The satin material was surrounding and offering up the two glorious tits.
Brad started to pant as Nina's head buried itself into his balls. She licked them slowly and then put her lips over them: they were both in her mouth as she tickled them gently with her tongue.
This was a subject he had not gotten around to instructing Dinah on. He hoped the girls were not going to tease him; make him so horny and then laugh at him. He'd been so spoiled, he realized now, he was used to ejaculating first thing in the morning and here it was ... he couldn't see the clock! He didn't really care what time it was anymore, as long as he got to fuck this bitch, anything was okay by him.
Nina brought her head up from his balls and crawled up to him at the head of the bed.
She rubbed her nipple around his mouth. Before she could ask Brad if he wanted to taste it, he'd lifted his head and took as much of the breast that could fill his mouth. Thoughts and comparisons of Dinah were gradually receding from his mind as he greedily sucked on her tits.
He moved his head and grabbed her other breast with his mouth. Whipping his tongue on the nipple, it got hard immediately. He took a big gulp and his mouth was full of juicy tit.
Nina moved away, taking her tits with her. She backed down to his prick. This time she played with his prick.
"Aaaah."
Nina looked up at him. "You can't come until I say to. If you obey we'll give you anything you want. You can as many times as you want after that. Okay?"
"Sure, sure." Brad nearly drooled. He knew Nina was a woman of her word. He intended to keep his side of the bargain. He couldn't remember when he'd had a constant erection for this amount of time. He hoped he didn't spreek before Nina gave the okay.
The black haired woman was circling his tip with her tongue. She ran her tongue expertly down the sides all the way to the shaft.
He'd forgotten what an expert blow job felt like! Dinah was great, but she'd only been trained by him. There had been no surprises.
His entire dick was inside of her mouth, throbbing as she tongued him. She made her lips very tight as she pulled up, whipping his tip with her tongue before going down again.
"Oh baby, where did you go to school? Ooooooh."
Her head was working fast now. Every time she went down her long silky hair rained down on her pointy tits.
He felt that he was going to come soon. He couldn't hold it much longer! "Nina stop a minute."
Her head kept working on his dick. He felt himself near to exploding.
Brad raised his head up to speak. "If you don't stop I'm gonna come. Where do you want it, in your mouth or-hey!"
He was suddenly wearing a blindfold.
"Come on, what are you bitches doing. Enough is enough. This isn't funny you know."
"We know, Brad," Dinah said.
Shit, he'd almost forgotten she was in the room.
Nina said, "Dinah is shy, she wants you break her cherry, but she doesn't want you to watch her."
"That's ridiculous. I've seen her doing plenty of things."
He felt motion on the bed, hurried whispers. Female laughter. He felt himself straddled. His dick was still at attention. It had a mind of its own!
Brad, this is a very sacred moment," Nina said. Dinah doesn't want anyone watching. I'm leaving, too. Bye."
He heard footsteps receding.
Both girls were in the room although Brad couldn't know. Dinah was sitting on the chair. Nina was straddling the impatient throbber.
Nina parted the slit in her panties, as she slid down on Brad's prick.
"Dinah, think what you're doing. That's no way to lose a cherry."
No answer came back at him.
The pussy lips enclosed the mushroom top of his prick. Brad had full use of his hips and could've responded to her motion. Instead he pressed his ass into the mattress.
"Dinah, you sure you want to do it this way? It's gonna hurt you."
On the chair Dinah was holding in her mirth. It was easy because she was entranced watching the expert Nina begin to ride the dick.
Nina gyrated a little more. She motioned to Dinah who crept over silently. Nina whispered in ear and Dinah nodded.
Bracing herself and pressing her legs very close together, Nina tightened her cunt muscles as much as possible. She then pressed her cunt down slightly.
"Owwwww!" Dinah let out.
Nina raised herself slightly off his dick.
Brad was frantic. Frantic to fuck and also sorry that this was the way his cherry-girl was going to lose it. He had fantasized so many versions of the great event. This was certainly not one of them.
"Dinah, one last chance. Think what you're doing!"
Again Nina beared down on his prick, a little further this time.
Dinah moaned louder.
Nina circled his dick tip some more, then she paused for one beat, at the same time motioning to Dinah.
"A A A A AA A A A A Awwwww wwww!" Dinah wailed.
Nina had 'broken her cherry' on Brad's dick. She had brought her cunt down hard, tightening her muscles as she did. His prick was more than halfway in her pussy.
"Oh, Dinah, honey. I'm so sorry. Untie me now and so I can console you." Brad said.
He was thinking of getting on top of Dinah and finishing the job. Then he would fuck Nina also.
Instead the pussy kept moving on his dick.
Dinah continued moaning occasionally as Nina pumped away on him. When she felt herself about to come she increased the rhythm and enjoyed her orgasm in silence.
She whispered in Dinah's ear and continued humping Brad.
Dinah said, "Oh, There's blood, let me clean it off."
"Wait, I'm just about to come."
Too late, his dick was left drying at attention as 'Dinah' raised herself off the bed.
"We're done, Nina. You can come in." Dinah shouted.
Brad heard footsteps and water running. A warm washcloth gently wiped his dick.
"So, was that fun, Brad?" Nina asked. "What do you think?"
"I think it was."
"You're right. Tight, too. Now I suppose you girls have had your fun, you can at least take the blindfold off now."
"Tight, was it? How tight?"
"Tighter than you ever were," Brad retorted.
The girls laughed loud. The blind was taken off.
"Now, take the restraints off," Brad ordered.
The daylight assaulted his eyes. As he stared at the two hot women they laughed and shook their tits at him.
"Dinah, you look none the worse for wear. I mean, you don't look any different-" Brad was confused. She didn't have a tear streaked face like he'd expected. From the way she had moaned in pain he thought she'd look upset. Then again, she had brought herself to climax. And he, he had been about to explode all day!
"So, Nina, may I come now? If you don't want to untie me, how about hopping up and shining my dick with your pussy?"
She made no move. The girls looked at him with wonder.
"Alright then, just finish the blow job you started and we'll call it even."
For some mysterious reason, the girls laughed again.
"I'm sure I look funny, splayed out like this," Brad complained, "but believe me, I need to get off. You girls are torturing meeee!"
They cracked up. Dinah was about to say something and Nina gave her a sharp look.
"We'll be right back, Brad." Nina said as she guided Dinah out of the room. "I promise when we come back you can come."
"Hey," Brad shouted to their backs. "At least untie one hand so I can jerk off."
All he heard was giggling and whispering. And he hadn't even had his coffee yet.
CHAPTER FIVE
The delicious smell of coffee woke him up. Brad opened his eyes, he didn't know how long he'd been dozing. He reached to receive his cup from Dinah's hand and took a sip.
Suddenly remembering everything he looked at his wrists. They had red marks on them. Looking at Dinah he was met with an impassive expression.
"Where's Nina?" Brad asked.
"What? Nina? What do you mean?"
"Come one, Dinah, you know. She was here."
Quickly rising from the bed, Brad made a quick search of the apartment. No Nina. The clock said eleven in the morning.
"I wasn't dreaming. You were both-"
It sounded ridiculous. He was about to tell her what happened. Nina gave him a blow job and Dinah popped her own cherry while he was bound and blindfolded?
"Are you okay, Brad? You know, you were having terrible dreams. You weren't moving much, but you were talking in your sleep."
"What did I say?"
"Stuff like: Please, no, hurry. And you cursed a lot, too. A few times I tried to wake you but you were out like a lamp. Sometimes you looked so peaceful I just tip-toed out and let you sleep. One time when I tried to wake you up, you opened your eyes and told me you were dreaming."
"I sure was."
"What about, Nina? Did you dream you were fucking her?"
"Dinah, you wouldn't believe it if I told you. You sure Nina wasn't here? Maybe I heard her voice in my sleep."
"No, what would she want in the morning. Besides, I was busy, answering want ads on the phone. Maybe you heard me talking."
"Want ads? You don't have to work, baby. I'll take care of you, until a good part comes along."
"Thanks Brad, but I don't think so. I need to be independent. But I appreciate the concern."
Brad looked at his wrists again. They were still slightly red. Was that caused from his dream, like mind over matter, or was Dinah playing a huge joke on him?
"Come in the bedroom, sweets. I want to talk to you." Brad herded her into the bedroom.
He saw the apprehensive expression on her face. Did she think he was going to force her through another tit-fucking? Or, was she worried about his reaction when he discovered the missing cherry? And then he would have to do something to save face. Like fuck both girls hard until they begged for mercy. That wouldn't be so bad, Brad mused.
True, dreams sometimes seemed very real. Sometimes more real than life.
Only one way to tell this time. And his balls were heavy, aching from all the fucking and sucking, from all that heavy teasing. Whether it happened it or not he was ready to squirt his load and it might as well be in Dinah's pussy.
"Don't worry, Dinah. Your tits are safe. I just want to admire them from a distance. But there's something else I had in mind."
"What Brad?" Dinah looked nervous. Did she still have that sweet tight cunt? If so, it would be like taking her all over again!
"I think it's time for you to lose your cherry. Are you ready?"
That's so clinical," Dinah returned. "At least you can be more romantic about it."
"You're right. Come on. Let's get comfortable."
He started to remove Dinah's dress, almost expecting to see the bustier she had worn in his dream. It had to be a dream, she looked too incredible. And so did Nina. Also, Brad had never had a sex dream where he didn't come before. His first dry dream. The best one he'd ever had and it was dry.
When Dinah's dress dropped to the floor, Brad saw she was wearing a blue slip. The same thing that was used to cover his eyes in the dream.
"Where did you get that, Dinah?"
"What?"
"That slip. I never saw it before."
"You bought me this, silly. I just haven't had a chance to wear it yet. Why?"
"Nothing. It just looks familiar."
"Of course it does. You picked it out."
Dinah turned around to place her sandals by the dresser. She smiled to herself, a big broad grin. When she turned to face Brad, her face was innocent and bland-looking once again.
The slip suited her admirably. Underneath it she had on a white strapless bra that lifted her breasts up. The silk slip clung to her waist and hips. For a short second Brad was tempted to try out the slip. Since he felt himself about ready to spurt, he could quickly fuck the tits and then fuck her at his leisure. His dick would sure feel nice against that smooth fabric.
Dinah saw him staring at her cleavage and quickly removed the slip and then the bra.
"Now now, Brad. Shame on you."
"What do you mean? Brad asked innocently.
Dinah looked down at Brad's erection straining outside of his underwear.
"I think I know what you need," Dinah quipped.
She slithered under the satin sheets and stretched out provocatively, her tits making huge mounds under the fabric.
"Come and get it!"
Brad dove onto the bed and practically jumped on top of her. In his haste he got tangled up in the sheets. In his attempts to release himself, he leaned too much weight on one breast.
"Oww! You're like a teenager, Brad. You've waited this long to get it inside me, you can at least be a gentlemen about it."
"Sorry. But I'm about to explode. I feel like I've been fucking all morning without coming once."
"Alright. But, Brad, you're not gonna hurt me too much, are you? You'll take it slow?"
"Don't worry, I'm going to be real gentle."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Brad was already rubbing his prick against her wet cunt lips. His dick was anxious to get inside of her. But Brad slowed it down, in order to relax her.
"This is one time where you have to relax your muscles as much as you can. After you're broken in, you'll tense your pussy muscles when you're being fucked. But for now, the more you relax, the less it'll hurt."
"Ohhh."
He was already inside her, as far as the hymen. Yup, sure enough, that nightmarish experience had indeed been a dream, albeit a pleasant one.
She felt so tight and nice. He pushed a little inside her, feeling the resistance.
"Oooooo, Brad"
Brad moved his prick in and out of her. It took all his will power to not explode right there and then.
It was now or never, Brad decided.
With one great effort, he drove it home, he drove it deep, in Dinah. Dinah had the feeling that she was falling a great distance.
"Ohhhh. Ahhhh!"
Just as Brad felt the tension give way, he felt himself come. Dinah was writhing in pain, as Brad thrust in deep inside of her to finish his pleasure.
It seemed like buckets of scum were being emptied into her. Brad jerked and moaned as his body abandoned itself to its ecstasies.
"Ooooh, Baby, "he murmured. "That was great." Dinah said, "Is that all there is?"
"No, you'll see, you're at the very threshold of experience. We're going to have some great times before we're done. Take my word."
Brad didn't let on about how furious he was with himself for letting go-losing control at the crucial moment. He had wanted to drag it out for all it was worth, and now look what happened to him.
She was disappointed. Laying back with an expectant expression.
Oh well, Brad thought to himself, who could blame her. He'd built up the experience for both of them, which is always touchy. But then to ejaculate prematurely, what a horror! He hadn't done that since he was a teenager. Well, he'd soon show her what it was all about, he'd give her her share of pleasure. And afterwards she'd thank him.
But still, what a catastrophe, to wait so long to do something the correct way, and have it turn out to be such a fiasco!
Brad felt drained. All he wanted to do was go to sleep. When he woke up refreshed he'd break her in properly.
"Dinah, how about we take a nap? In an hour we'll try again. You'll see it won't hurt this time. And then we'll go out and celebrate your new status. Alright?"
"Sure, Brad. But aren't we meeting Terry and Nina later?"
"Nina? Aw, I don't know. Don't you want to have a quiet evening?"
"I wouldn't mind. But I already told Nina we'd meet them tonight."
"You spoke to her today?"
"Yeah."
"When?"
"She called before. Why do you ask?"
"No reason. You sure she wasn't here?"
"Brad, you're being silly. If she was here, would I have reason to lie about it?"
"You sure would, baby."
Dinah smiled. Brad was already on his side, breathing evenly as one who is on their way to slumberland.
"They're picking us up at six o'clock."
"Shit. I can't wait," Brad mumbled.
Brad, how come there's no blood," Dinah asked as Brad was almost asleep. "I thought there was supposed to be a drop of blood."
"What?" Brad said. "Blood, where?"
"Nothing."
Dinah moved gently off the bed as Brad fell asleep. She stepped into the bathroom and walked up to the floor length mirror. Her skin was still moist from the fucking, her breasts tender from where Brad's chest had rubbed against them.
Strange, she didn't feel any different. She always thought that when she lost her cherry she'd feel different. Like refreshed, or newborn. Anything but what the way she felt now, which was the same!
Suddenly an idea occurred to her. Could she still be a virgin? Naw.
She had felt the pain. And Brad had told her he'd broken it. But he had been fooled once today already.
What they say about 'mind over matter' sure is true, Dinah decided. With the proper sound effects he really thought he'd taken her cherry!
Dinah didn't like to lie. Especially to Brad. But even he would admit he had it coming. If she and Nina ever decided to tell him the truth, that is.
Standing in front of the mirror, Dinah inserted a finger tentatively in her vagina. She swirled it around a bit. Then she pushed it up into the canal. Sure enough, she couldn't move her finger any further that she'd ever been able.
What a laugh, she thought. Two false alarms in one day!
Should she tell Brad when he woke up? Or let him fuck her and break it without knowing. He would just think she was simply tight. No, that would be mean, she decided.
Dinah could sense Brad's disappointment when he came so fast inside of her. She knew he was waiting for the right moment to take her. Well, this time he'd get a second shot. Or really a third shot!
How many guys got to break the same cherry three times?
Dinah had to admit as she played with herself, the membrane was very elastic. With her finger she could push it back a bit. When she pushed too hard, she felt pain.
When she was little she had gotten a hold of her mother's soft core porno magazines. There was an article about a young child sold to a fancy New Orleans whore house. The girl had a rare condition whereby she could 'lose' her virginity over and over. Something to do with an elastic hymen. All the madam provided was a little tube of blood that the girl broke at the right time to insure authenticity.
Sometimes doubting clients would insist on examining the child before forking over the huge fee. The child would have to spread her legs wide apart on the dining room table. One by one each man would walk over and peer in as the madam help her pink pussy lips apart. When everyone assembled was certain of her virgin status, the bidding would begin.
The highest bidder would escort the woozy girl up the stairs to the envy of all the losers. Of course, after the first time this ruse could only be worked on out-of-towners. Which were never in short supply in New Orleans.
In time the little girl got better and better at 'losing' her virginity. She even came to enjoy it. The men were always so gentle and apologetic with her afterwards. And they left her more money before they left.
Dinah never got to read the end of the story. Her mother caught her reading it and took it away. Dinah always wondered why it was alright for her mother to read something that she couldn't. But she had learned early on not to question the inexplicable ways of adults.
That story had made her real horny as she read it. But she was too young to understand those feelings, much less to know what to do about it. If only her parents had believed in sex education, she thought. But then again, she wouldn't be who she was, if things had been too different. And Dinah liked herself very much.
Now she wondered, did she have this same condition? And if so, what to do about it?
Her first impulse was to call Nina and tell her what happened. Better to wait and think this out, she decided.
She sat down on the carpeted floor and continued playing with her pussy. She thought about Nina and the way she looked in the outfit she'd worn in the morning.
As she massaged her little clicker Dinah remembered when Terry fucked her in the ass as she gave Brad head. The memory of taking it both ways was getting her hotter and hotter. She wondered if it was possible to have all her orifices filled at the same time.
Juices were flowing out of her pussy down into the crack of her ass. Taking her other hand off her breast she inserted a finger into her tiny asshole.
Fantasizing that Brad was about to come in her mouth, and Terry in her ass, Dinah felt the pre-orgasmic heat waves course through her frame.
She envisioned both men simultaneously ram her hard. Suddenly her body was racked with orgasmic jolts as she imagined both of them coming inside of her. She continued to play out the scene in her mind as her orgasm slowly subsided.
Well, maybe later on tonight, she thought, she'd see if she could accommodate three men at once. Maybe she should call Nina and ask her to bring a young stud along with her.
Dinah got up and turned the water on, deciding to take a long luxurious bath. She certainly deserved it. The day wasn't even half over and she'd been through more that most girls go through in one week!
Brad woke up and heard the water running in the bathroom. His first thought was of blowing it with Dinah. Shit! He was done with virgins. If he ever had the so-called good luck to encounter another he would run their other way.
He knew that wasn't really true, he wouldn't ever be able to resist a fresh pussy. Not like Dinah's wasn't fresh anymore. It just wasn't the same.
He inspected his prick for signs of blood. Finding none he shrugged and got up to make more coffee.
What a strange day it'd been. For all intents and purposes he'd fucked Dinah twice today. And each time it'd been close to a nightmare. If he didn't know her so well by now, or if he had been a superstitious type, he'd run for the hills. Or at least he'd leave her on the doorstep of his worst enemy.
Leave her with nothing but a push-up bra and a sign that said: Virgin wants popping. No tit-fucking allowed.
Shit, where was his mind. What a stupid thing to be thinking about. Get a hold, of yourself, Brad, he told himself. It's only pussy. Yeah, but what sweet pussy. Not that he'd really tried it out yet, he remembered.
That was the answer. As soon as she emerged from her bath, he would take her like he should've all along.
He'd been side-tracked by this virgin bullshit. So what? A thin or thick piece of skin inside in a cunt makes men so crazy. What's the big deal, he told himself. Because of that he was turning into a mean ornery tit-fucking fool. Here he had a perfectly willing pussy, and he made such a fuss over it that he lost sight of his goal. To fuck it.
This reminded him the father of a friend. He owned some very valuable antiques. The man was so worried that they'd be stolen that he never ventured out of the house. Years went by this way. He was the laughing stock of the neighborhood. But no matter how his wife or kids cajoled him to go out, he wouldn't budge.
One day he finally let himself be talked into leaving the house. It felt very strange being away from his familiar surroundings. He missed his precious babies. The visit over, he hurried home. In his absence he had been robbed. The friend's father was never the same since. He accused everyone of plotting against him. He even suspected his own family.
Brad had almost gotten like that. Being so obsessed in one area, you lose sight of the whole picture. Even if she'd still been a virgin, he wouldn't have cared. He was cured of his virginitis.
Dinah entered the kitchen wearing Brad's bathrobe.
"Do you feel different, being like all other women now?" he asked.
Dinah smiled. "No, not particularly. Should I be?"
"I guess not. After all not much has changed, really."
"Well, I'm glad you're taking such a relaxed attitude," Dinah said. "I thought by now you'd be lamenting the loss of your virgin."
"Hardly, my dear. I realized, a little too late, of course, that's it was really no big deal. I mean, to me. To you it means whatever it is that women feel about it. But to me, it's a mere bag of sheik, as they say."
"So you wouldn't care if I was still a virgin, if I was that is?"
"It's a moot point, my dear. No sense discussing it anymore."
"But Brad, it's important to me. If I was still a virgin, if that had never happened, would you care?"
"Nope, not at all."
"I'm glad then. I'm glad you don't care."
"Why are you asking?"
"No reason, I was maybe worried that you wouldn't want me anymore. Now that I'm no longer, you know."
"Silly girl, get in the bedroom, we'll finish off where I so rudely interrupted us."
"Oh, I don't know, Brad. I don't really feel like it."
"What?"
"Well, you know, it's sort of tender, Dinah lied.
She hadn't decided what to tell Brad yet. If she told him the truth he might get all crazy again. But perhaps he really did learn his lesson. Then they could fuck like normal people, whatever that meant. But Dinah didn't want to take any chances. It'd been a long and strange day. She wanted to rest and think a while.
"Brad, I have to talk to you. But not now. I'm so exhausted. I've been going since early morning
"Early morning? What were you doing all day?" Brad remembered his crazy dream and almost expected her to confess and to tell him it was real.
"Nothing, I was on the phone all morning. And now this. I'm just tired. I want to take a nap until Terry and Nina show up. Okay with you?"
How could he refuse such a reasonable request. After al he had just popped her poor little cherry. "Sure, sweets. I won't bother you."
"Thanks, hon. See you later."
Dinah padded into the bedroom. She let her robe fall to the floor and crawled under the cold sheets stark naked. She was asleep instantly.
Brad had a lot of thinking to do. He had to puzzle out that dream. What did it mean? Was he that attracted to Nina that he would dream about her so vividly?
He decided that he would join Dinah in the bedroom an hour before the others arrived. After he gave Dinah the boffing she'd remember forever, they'd have a party. A real party. Maybe invite another couple over!
CHAPTER SIX
The doorbell rang, waking Brad up from where he'd fallen asleep on the couch.
"Shit, it's Terry and Nina."
He buzzed them in and tidied up the living room.
Terry's distinctive knock announced his presence.
"Hey, man, you look like you've been through the ringer," Terry diplomatically blurted.
Nina pushed herself past Terry's hulking frame. Thanks, don't mind if I do come in, Brad."
"Sorry, folks, I'm not really myself today." He stared at Nina. "How are you today?"
"Great. Feeling wonderful. Thanks for asking." Nina, do you know what a succubus is?"
"Sure do, Brad. A demon that visits you in your sleep."
"And do you know what that demon does?"
"Sure do know that, too. Fucks the innocent unwary slumbering party. Why do you ask? Have any good dreams."
Terry interrupted, "What the hell are you guys talking about? Incubus and succubus? You're giving me the creeps. Where's Dinah? Let's get down!"
Nina shrugged and made her way into the living room.
"So Brad, what's on for tonight?"
"I thought we could order out and spend the evening here. Sound good?"
"Fine," Nina said. "Tell me," she whispered to Brad. "What happened with you and Dinah?"
"What happened?"
"You know what I mean. Is she still a pure thing?" Nina leered over towards Terry. "I hope for your sake you've taken care of her, because on the way over here-"
"Nina!" Terry shouted. "What lies are you about to make up?" He turned to Brad. "I said no such thing. I would never steal your cherry girl, you know that."
"So Terry, if that's true," Nina retorted, "how did you know was I was about to say? hmm?"
"Okay, okay. Guilty as charged. But talking and doing are two different things, as my friend here will tell you. So did you boff her yet or what?"
"Oh Terry, you are so articulate."
"That doesn't answer my question. But on second thought-it does! No!"
Brad was about to contradict him. He realized how childish it would sound: Yes, I took her cherry. Or, Yeah, I boffed her. It would sound like schoolboy bragging. So Brad kept his own counsel. Let Terry see me give it to her later, he thought gleefully, he'll think I'm breaking her cherry for his benefit. Last laugh on Terry. Brad tried to look sheepish.
"Yeah, I thought not," Terry exulted. "Speaking of cherries, where is the prize?"
"She's sleeping, and if you keep it up, you'll put her in a bad mood, read uncooperative Terry. So shut up for a change why don't you."
"Testy testy. Those that don't gets none get grouchy."
"And those that talks about it ain't getting it."
"Boys, stop bickering," Nina said. "I'm still here. No need to fight over anyone else."
The two guys just stared at her.
"After all, I've been told that I'm too hot for even two to handle. Wanna prove them wrong?"
Nina spread herself out seductively on the couch.
"I've brought us some primo vino, let's party until sleeping beauty decides to join us."
"Sounds good to me," Brad said.
"Same here," Terry agreed. "But Nina did you remember to bring your pussy with you. It'd be a shame if you left it at home."
"Rude. You're so rude," Nina chuckled.
That was part of Terry's charm. Although he needed Nina to get him jobs at the company she worked at, that didn't stop him from mouthing off at her. By being cheeky to her, he assured himself even more work than he could handle. She ate it up.
Nina was accustomed to men pussyfooting around her because of her position of power. Terry made her feel like he liked her for herself. A contradiction because he was more often putting her down. Stranger things occur.
"Hey, why don't we surprise Dinah?" Terry let out. "Join her and party in the bedroom instead of here?"
"Maybe just you should go, Terry. Brad and I will be quite comfortable here. Isn't that right Bradley?" Nina batted her eyelashes in a parody of a 1920s come-hither look. "We'll do quite well by ourselves."
Brad's head turned back and forth from one person to the other. His dilemma was written so clearly on his face that both his guests cracked-up laughing.
With that Nina hiked her short skirt up and spread her legs apart.
"Come and get it," she called to Terry.
Terry loped over obediently and stuffed his face between his face.
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Archive Note: I'm pretty sure the writer meant 'stuffed his face between her thighs.' in the previous sentence. But what do I know?
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Slurping sounds were heard by all.
"Um um," Brad cleared his throat. "I think I'll get us some drinks. Nina, wine okay? What does Terry drink?"
"I think he's got all he can handle now, thanks."
Brad disappeared around the corner of the living room where the bar was. He decanted the wine and brought Nina a glass.
Thanks, hon," she said. "You've got quite a bulge in your pants. I'd wager your cock is about, what, nine to ten inches?"
"What ... how do you know?"
"Just a wild guess." She smirked. Just then her face took on a serious expression as Terry's efforts got more intense. "Excuse me, please, I'm about to come."
Brad sat down across the room to watch. Damn that Terry, he thought, he hasn't even come up for air. Nina's eyes were bleary as she lightly moaned. Her muscles were beginning to tense up as her orgasm was descending.
"Oooooo. Aoooooooaaaah. Ummmmm."
Brad felt like pulling out his wanker but decided otherwise. He could tell Nina had other plans for him.
"AaaaaahOOXJhhhhhh!"
Terry's head emerged from under Nina's skirt. He licked his chops like a dog after a delicious meal. He reached for his glass of red wine and sat next to Nina on the couch.
"So, who's next?" Terry asked.
"Terry, you're so rigid," Nina complained. "I was just about to go and give Brad a nice blowjob, and now look what you've done."
"What what'd I do?"
"Why don't you make Brad raise his hand and ask permission to get blown?" She was already on her way over to where Brad sat. 'Terry, you may watch or join in as you please, but please don't give us a play by play account of the action."
Brad, man, I apologize for this bitch, nothing embarrasses her. I bet you she wouldn't mind if I fucked her while she blew you."
"You are so right, honey," Nina retorted. "On both counts. First come first serve."
She unbuttoned her skirt in a flash. It fell to the floor; she was wearing nothing on underneath. Just her pussy bush and high rump.
"I'll leave my top on for mystery, how's that?"
"No!" both guys chimed at once.
"Very well." Nina sighed as if highly put-upon. "Men just don't require mystery these days.
She slowly unbuttoned her silky blouse, under it she had on a black bustier. Her ample tits were raised and her waist painfully cinched in.
Nina slid onto her knees in front of Brad and wriggled her butt provocatively.
"Choose your spot, Terry. They're both tried and true."
"You don't have to sell 'em. I've already made their delightful acquaintance."
"Well, then surprise me," she said.
Nina was born a good sport. Men liked her because she was easy to be with in both senses of the word.
Nina lowered her head towards Brad's lap. She unzipped him, and wrestled his erection out of the gap-
"Oow oow. I knew it looked just like this," she said.
Brad looked surprised. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, honey, I dreamt about you this morning. I never sleep so late, and I had the damndest dream."
"Yeah? Go on."
"Well, I dreamt that we were fucking." Brad couldn't see her mischievous expression; all this time she had been caressing his dick. "Oh, is that all?" he asked. "No."
"Yeah?" Brad was getting impatient. "Was anyone else there?"
"Anyone else?" she mimicked. "I'm not enough for my own dream?"
"I mean, anyone else in the room?"
"No, but as a matter-of-fact when I was giving you head (as I'm trying to do now if you'll let me), there was another woman watching, but I can't remember who it was."
"Dinah, by any chance?"
"Dinah? I don't know, but why do you ask, Brad?"
Terry had gotten bored with their conversation and had begun rubbing his dick on Nina's clit. He couldn't decide where to enter first. Common sense told him to do the pussy first, then unload in the ass. But he knew Nina better than to do that. When she wanted her way she always got it. She liked him to finish where he begun. Maybe this time he'd get his way. One thing about Nina, she loved to give head.
"Suck cock, Nina," Brad said sweetly, situating himself so that his ass was dangling half-off the chair. His legs were spread, and there was a mirror to the side where he watched as the leggy Nina placed a pillow down, then bowed slightly in an elfish pose. She smiled, licking her lips.
"To work," she said wickedly. "You tell me how you want it, Brad darling."
"Uhhmmm."
He watched, delighted with how eager to please Nina could be. The girl took his hard prick in her tiny fist and held it up to her lips.
"Tongue!"
The pink tongue fluttered on the tip of his penis, causing him to heat up in her hand.
Nina smiled, rubbing the head of his prick across her pouting lips. She let her eyes blast into his. "You like that, Brad?"
"Yup."
"Mmmmmrn, gooooood," she purred, cupping his balk and lifting them to her lips.
He watched her tongue his balls, gasping, reaching down to fondle her titties playfully. He cupped the great knobs and lifted them to his balls.
That's right, Nina, now slide on it. I wanna fuck that pretty mouth."
"Very well."
He watched the beautiful girl who was now holding her knob tops up to his balk. She let her neck stretch as the head moved forward.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Nina let out, humming a tune on his dip stick. She slid down until her nose bounced on his underbelly, taking the entire throbber down her throat.
"Baby, that's the WAY!"
"Mmmmmmm," she continued her tune, sliding and fluttering her tongue on the upbeats.
Brad was squirming from the intensity of pleasure Nina was throwing at him. He steeled himself, so that he wouldn't shoot before getting to fuck her mouth properly. But the factor of pleasure-overload was coming up quickly. He moved her hair back, watching that foxy face. Her eyes were out of focus, dreamy, her lips all over him.
While Nina was thus engaged, Terry saw an opportunity arise. The girl's rump was absolutely free. He looked at the tight little bitch cakes, and thought about what a waste it was to leave them (intended.
"Baby," Terry gasped, situating himself behind.
"Your left leg is Christmas and your right leg is Easter, and I'm comin' in between the holidays."
She smiled, feeling his throbber between her bitch cakes. She loosened her rump cakes so he could push the tip into her. She knew that if Terry was going to rump fuck her, he was also going to-
"Yessssss!" she let out, as Terry's fingers crept down her underbelly and hooked into her dewy crotch. He was sooo fine when it came to working her clicker.
"Go for it!" Brad gasped, delighted with the way the hot Nina was rubbing his dick on her face, taking it in and out of her mouth, running it over her titty tips and up her neck, over her high cheek, then down into the wet hot female mouth! "That's the wayyyy!"
"Mmmm," Nina let out, pleased to be getting all this attention. She felt like a favored house cat getting attention from all sides.
"Look at that rump wriggle!" Terry gasped.
Brad smiled and winked at him. He looked down at Nina as she swallowed six inches of his throbbing penis.
"Hold it in your mouth, Nina."
He stopped her head from moving, stopped her lips from sliding on his penis. He held her perfectly still, her mouth stuffed with hot dick.
"Ok, Nina, that's my girl," he gasped. "Now when you start to move again, I want you to hold the shaft in your fist and work your tongue on the tip."
"Ok," she said softly, as he brushed her hair back off her moist face.
"I want you to look at me when you swallow," he said.
"Yes," Nina let out. Then she winced, the brows arched, as she let out a "Yeowww!"
"Oh yeah!" Terry groaned. His entire prick was buried in Nina's rump now, and he was humping it into her. To facilitate her dancing, he was playing with her clit frantically; making her female carriage wriggle and squeal with delight.
"Dance on that dick, Nina. Roll those hips for meeeee," Terry let out.
The girl was tongue-fluttering Brad's penis and contracting her rectum around Terry's clit. It was amazing, the way she could give a little squeeze and make a grown man moan for mercy! It was a feeling of power.
"That's my girl," Terry groaned. "Squeeze it with that hot ass. Roll those smokin' little bitch cakes!"
"Slide your tongue over it, Nina!"
Brad began to shoot. As he felt the throbs turning to heat, he grabbed hold of his throbber and held it to her face. He watched as hot spunk spurted against her face and mingled with her sweat.
"Mouth open, Nina. I wanna see it on your tongue."
The girl opened up obediently, and stuck her tongue out slightly, so that Brad could spunk on her mouth.
At that second, her own orgasmic sparks ignited, causing her to dance madly on the thick throbber in her rectum. Her contracting rump caused the hot prick to spasm.
"Oh yeah!"
Terry's prick began to spunk in the girl's ass!
"That's my bitch," Terry gasped, his wide palms on her waist, arching her rump cakes back to meet the driving piston of his penis.
"Mmmmmm," the girl groaned, feeling her clit glowing, feeling his penis explode in her rump.
A few seconds later, the three of them were exhausted, falling sideways on the couch to recuperate from their entertainments. Nina had the feeling it was going to be a long night. Long ... and glorious.
Dinah was sprawled on the bed half-asleep, but soon the noise from the other room started filtering into her ears. She wondered what was going on in there. She wondered why she'd been allowing Nina to have all the fun!
After all, there was enough throbbing manhood on hand to keep them both more than content. She wasn't tired anymore, and her pussy was lubricating frantically.
Dinah needed some male member! She had that hunger in her, to fill her mouth with throbbing dick! She was playing a little game with her cherry. Simply, she was keeping it, but barely. That is, she allowed Brad and Terry to rub their dicks on her clitoris, and even let Brad slide his prick into her pussy. But so tar, Brad had not been able to break her maiden's wall. Brad in half-sleep, fucked Nina and thought he fucked Dinah. And today he THOUGHT he'd taken her cherry. But Dinah knew better, she had some surprises in store for Brad. It was her turn now.
She was still ... a cherry girl!
She walked into the living room and found the three bodies on the couch and floor. Looked like they'd been at it all right. Like they'd been making the room smoke. Dinah looked down at the sleeping Nina; at the wide smile on her little face! That beautiful bitch! She had it ALL!
Well, Dinah was ready to make up for lost time. She allowed herself to spend a second on strategy. Then she went to the kitchen moistened a towel with warm water. Returning to the heap of bodies, she selected the stud of her choice. For this little party, it would be Terry.
Dinah rubbed his penis clean, as if she were polishing it. And even though he was fast asleep, the throbber began to gain in size and heat up.
Terry finally opened his eyes, taking in the hardworking blonde beauty who was shining up his rocket. "Hey Baby!"
"Terry, you tired Hon?"
"Sure I am, Dinah, but'm still ready to go for a ride on my hot blonde bitch. Say, let me lick up those legs!"
Dinah giggled, backing off. "Don't be shy."
Terry got on his. back, and invited the young girl to sit on his face. He stuck his tongue out playfully. "Sit on me, Dinah. Let me tongue-fuck that sweet little snatch."
"Well, who am I to argue with a request like that?" the blonde wondered.
"Exactly! Get over me!"
Terry watched the hot smooth legs part and raise above his head. Then slowly, the sweet womanly hips brought that golden clitoris down to an inch over his tongue.
"Mmmnunmm!" Dinah let out, as she felt Terry's tongue flutter over the pink button. She rolled her hips slowly, not pressing down at all but just hovering over his hot tongue. Terry knew how to give a woman tongue!
"Oh Terrryyyyyy!"
"Mmmmm," he let out, cupping the balls of her buttocks, and holding her in place for some hot tongue-fucking. He worked hard, digging into her cunt.
"Ride," Dinah let out. "Ride that pussy!"
"Mrnmmmm!"
"Terry, I can feel it wiggle inside meeeee!"
Terry pinched her bitch cakes to make her wriggle. The girl's knobs jostled so hotly when she quaked and quivered. His eyes were on her knob tips as he dug his tongue into her slit again and again. Deep and wild!
"OooOoOoOoOoOooooOoOo!!!!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
Nina opened her eyes and looked towards the moans and groans. She saw Dinah's bitch cakes quiver as Terry continued to lick the blonde pussy.
"Hey!" Nina let out.
Dinah winked at her, noting that she was awake. "Terry's got a great tongue," Dinah confided.
"I know that, girlfriend!"
"Hmmmm, he's got a way of whipping a girl's clit!"
"I'll say," Nina let out. "But you shouldn't ignore his prick when he does that."
Dinah saw the point, and let her body language suggest a hot sixty-nine.
"Sure, Baby, that will be fun!" Terry let out softly, helping the blonde make her body move into place. She was lying on her side. He opened her up by raising the top leg, then slid his face between the blonde's inner thighs.
"Alright, now I want you to suck cock, Dinah, while I go down on that hot bush."
"Mmmmm!"
Terry's tongue returned to the hot recesses of her snatch, parting her pussy lips with his fingers and digging into her with a hard tongue.
The pretty blonde cupped Terry's balls, and guided his penis deep in her mouth.
Nina, watching this great sixty-nine, studied with great intensity. How sweet Terry looked with his tongue up a girl's snatch! And how very sexy the blonde girl looked, her face stuffed with throbbing penis meat!
"I'm very lucky to have such attractive playmates," Nina said aloud.
Nina started to jerk off as she watched Dinah wriggle in orgasmic storms. The hot blonde's nostrils were quivering as her face turned red, but she would not release the penis from her mouth. She held on for life.
"Slide on it," Nina encouraged. "Give Terry the blowjob of his life."
"Mmmmmmm!"
Terry's eyes opened as he realized that Nina was moving close. She was standing over them, playing with her pussy. Her pretty face expressed deep passion as Nina brought herself off.
Brad had been in a daze as he watched the action. He was making sure that Terry didn't slip his prick into HIS woman. After he gave her one real boffing, then she could have Terry all she wanted. After all, he was not one to be greedy with his friends. Especially since Terry was so generous with the hot Nina.
"Nina darling," Brad said, "why don't we make the beast with two backs."
He motioned Nina over to the bear rug over by the fireplace where he was reclining.
"What about your cherry over there. Aren't you worried others are out to rob you of your goodies?"
Nina and Dinah exchanged conspiratorial glances. Unfortunately Dinah had not been able to inform Nina of the latest in the ongoing saga titled 'frustrating Bradley.' Too bad, but when they had a moment together she'd fill her in on all the lurid details. Then they'd have a huge laugh at Brad's expense!
"Nina, if I can't trust my best friend," Brad intoned, "who can I trust?"
Nina shrugged and sashayed over towards Brad. Her breasts jiggled on top of the bustier that she still wore.
"What me to ride you, Brad?"
"Yeah!"
Nina straddled the eager dick, leaning her torso over his face she rubbed her tits in his face.
"Woo, I'm experiencing deja-vu. This is very weird, Nina," Brad said. "I feel like we've done this before."
"Perhaps in another lifetime, my boy."
Dinah giggled from across the room. "Maybe just another time," she said.
Nina wiggled her body over Brad's throbber, gradually lowering herself onto him. She gently gyrated her pussy lips on his tip carefully watching his face for a sudden sign of recognition. There didn't seem to be any problem of that. Brad's face was aglow with pussy-worship as Nina slowly lowered herself onto him.
"Ooooooh, you sweet bitch, go!"
She was sitting on him, his dick was completely inside of her now. Slowly she lifted herself off his, paused a second, and rammed down hard.
"Aaaahhh, Nina."
"Dinah, honey," Nina called, "why don't you sit on top of this noisy guy. Give his mouth something constructive to do while I fuck him silly?"
"Yeah, sounds great!" Dinah skipped over to the fucking couple and peered at Brad curiously. "Shalb I sit on you, sir?"
Brad opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. "Need I say more?"
Dinah tittered and lowered herself onto his face.
"Hey, don't forget about me." Terry complained. "What do I get to do?"
"You may watch both our butts," Nina ordered. "After all that is all you talk about lately."
"Yeah, Terry," Dinah agreed. "You can crawl around from side to side and watch both our butts move."
Nina and Dinah were facing each other on top of Brad. Nina reached over and cupped one of Dinah's huge breasts from the bottom. She lifted it up towards Dinah's chin.
"Terry, just make sure you don't pay too much attention to one of us," Nina said. "Be your usual diplomatic self. We'll both give you a reward."
"Ooh oooh. May I ask what it will be?"
"The first one of us that comes," Nina said, "gets to fuck you next."
"Mmmppph, mmmmppph!" Brad tried to object.
Dinah laughed and ground her pussy down harder onto his face.
Nina continued to fuck Brad with renewed energy. She was enjoying this!
"But Nina, what if Brad comes first?" Terry wondered.
Both girls laughed hard at that thought. "Don't worry, that won't happen, he's got too many things on his mind!"
Dinah said, "I think he's beginning to get worn out also."
"Mmmpph, Nnnnu."
"He's trying to say he's not worn out yet!"
The effort of Brad to shake his head in the negative had another affect on Dinah. The side to side motion brought a delicious sensation to her clit.
"Ooooowwww, Nina, I think I'm going to come first!"
"Don't be too sure," Nina said.
She was humping Brad furiously, occasionally leaning forwards to allow his prick direct contact with her clit. In the process her face rubbed against Dinah's knockers.
Nina grabbed a mouthful of tit, nipple first in her mouth and sucked hard.
"Aaaaahh," Dinah let out. "Any second now, I think I'm coming...."
Nina could tell Brad was about to burst. She rammed her cunt harder each time she bore down on him, trying to have them all come at the same time.
Terry had been circling the threesome admiring each hard-working girl's rear end. He couldn't wait to get into the pink cheeked girl again. This time he wanted to do it facing her, with her legs in the air.
Brad was about to ejaculate, the effort was taking his mind off his work. He let his mouth go loose, allowing the girl to rub herself against his lips.
"Oooohh," Here I come," Nina said.
"Meeee too," said Dinah.
"MmMmppphh," Brad tried to say.
They all came at the same time, Nina leading the way, with Brad next. Dinah was still frantically gyrating against his mouth as Brad spurted into Nina's cavern. Terry came over and cupped Dinah's breasts, tweaking the huge pink nipples.
"Ooooaaah."
The three collapsed on the rug, breathing heavily. Terry was already planning his next move on Dinah.
He went into the kitchen, and began to make coffee. He wanted Brad to fall asleep so he could "get to work on Dinah.
On the way over that evening, Nina had confided in Terry. She told him the trick they had played on Brad. What neither of them knew was that Brad thought he had popped her cherry for real, later on.
Either way, Terry rationalized that Brad had had enough time with her. If he didn't relieve of her maidenhood, a better man should.
Coming back into the living room Terry noticed Brad snoring on the furry rug. The girls were whispering on the couch. When they saw him the stopped talking.
Silence.
"Terry," Nina said, "it's a shame to wake Brad, why don't we adjourn to the bedroom. It is more comfortable there for what we have in mind, anyway."
"Yeah, what's that?"
"You'll see."
The two women rose in unison and bounced towards the bedroom. Terry followed obediently, his eye wondering from one swinging rear end to the other. All he needed was for his tongue to be hanging out to complete the picture.
Dinah sat on the bed, looking sadly up at Terry.
"Terry, I need you to do me a favor," she asked.
He looked suspiciously at both women. "What?"
"Well, you probably know, I've been trying to lose my cherry for a long time now, but Brad hasn't been able to help me. Maybe if you go in first, he'll be happy. I think it's because he's afraid to hurt me."
"You crazy bitches," Terry said, "I'll gladly do you the honor. But don't try to make me think that Brad is going to appreciate it. Besides you've got my friend so confused he's sleeping while I'm gonna pop his property." He rubbed his hands together gleefully.
Dinah spread herself out on the bed and parted her legs. "Don't you want to, my hairy Terry?"
"Dinah, I would come in your vagina anytime." He sprang onto the bed, dick first and straddled the helpless looking girl.
Nina took a seat and lit a cigarette. As much as she liked to play, she also liked to watch. And this was going to be fun!
"Oooh, Terry," Dinah begged, "please don't hurt me too much. I can't take pain."
"Have no fear, this won't hurt a bit," Terry lied.
Using his hand Terry inserted his prick at the opening of her cunt. He rubbed the tip around to moisten it. The girl was dripping with pussy juice.
Adjusting his body for correct aim, Terry began the journey into her canal.
"Owww, that hurts!"
Terry pulled back, paused a second to let the girl catch her breath. He pushed himself in a little harder this time.
"OWW! Terry, I changed my mind, stop, please!"
"Nonsense, you have to get this over with. Think of the years of pleasure you'll miss otherwise."
Nina was enjoying herself hugely. The girls had planned this out together.
Terry massaged her clit with his dick-tip. He was trying to get the girl to stop struggling with him. He was so hot to break that stubborn cherry he was ready to subdue her by any means at his disposal.
He pushed himself in again.
"AAAW, I can't take it, stop!" She struggled to get out from under him.
Terry grabbed her arms and raised them above her head, putting his weight on them. Dinah looked up at him, fear registering in her face. As Terry closed his eyes to ready himself for the next thrust she looked over at Nina and winked.
"Please, Terry, stop, please."
Ignoring her pleas he rammed inside her one more time. This time he felt the barrier give way.
"Yipee!" he cried.
Dinah cried softly, not too much to make Terry stop. Just enough to be convincing. And it did hurt. She wondered if this time her hymen really did break. Brad would be very angry.
Terry continued to lunge in and out of her. He hadn't felt such a tight pussy in a long time, he couldn't even remember when or if he had.
"Ohh, baby, you're tight. I'm gonna fuck you until, until I can't no more."
The girls looked at each other and grinned. The same thought had occurred to Nina, that maybe Terry truly popped Dinah. After all that was a rare condition that Dinah had told her about. How many women retain their hymens after the first fuck? More often they break them accidently, with a tampon or from exercising strenuously. Nina shrugged. When Terry was done they would repair to the bathroom to survey the damage.
Terry was still ramming Dinah's pussy. He was trying not to come now, to prolong this incredible experience as long as possible. What luck! To pop the cherry! Poor Brad, Terry thought, he lost again.
He was even enjoying the rather limp way that Dinah was taking his lunges. When he was done spurting in her he would console her and pet her, and then fuck her again so that she would enjoy it. Now it was time to fuck!
"Oh oohhh, I'm gonna come in you, get ready."
He pushed her legs up in the air so that he could come as far in her as possible.
She moaned louder this time.
Terry didn't hear, he was spurting in her. His whole body quaked spasmodically as he had the most incredible orgasm of his life.
"OOOOOOoooh, you tight little bitch."
He rolled off her and stared at the ceiling, his eyes going out of focus.
Nina approached the bed. "You monster, look what you did to her."
He ignored Nina, lost in revery.
"Come on, honey, let's wash all that blood off you."
As a matter-of-fact, there was no blood.
The girls shut the bathroom door. In a few minutes could be heard the sounds of giggling, but no one heard.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Brad had suggested a weekend in the country, and naturally enough, everyone seconded the motion. Terry, Nina and Dinah were thrilled to get away.
They took a long ride north, and finally checked into a little motel.
"What a tight little rump that blonde bitch has," Terry commented to Brad, who was sipping a cup of coffee at the table. They were in a quiet little restaurant perched over the Hudson River, just outside of a resort town.
"Yeah, she's pussy alright."
"Speaking of which-"
"Yes and no. I can't figure it out. But she's ripe for it, I tell you. I don't understand this game she's playing with her virginity. Like it's something precious."
"Well?"
"Yeah." Brad smiled. "I know."
"Listen, why don't we go back to the motel and see if we can instigate some action?"
"Can't argue with you, amigo."
They arrived to find Dinah sunning herself on the terrace outside their cottage.
"Where's Nina?"
"She took the car and went into town for some provisions, guys," Dinah said. "She should be back soon. I asked her to pick up some booze and food to make a nice barbecue for dinner tonight. This motel is great."
"Yeah, it's pretty private."
As far as these things went, they'd located a great little place to shack up. The cottages were far apart, and set into the woods in a way that afforded complete privacy.
Dinah was stretched on a low rope hammock, her two piece bikini making it possible for the sun to turn her golden body tan.
"So how are you feeling, little Cherry Girl?"
"Oh, I could be better."
"Yes?"
"Sure. I could have a man's tongue working on my clit," Dinah responded.
"I see," Brad let out. He looked at Terry. "You up for the job, Terry?"
"Too much for you?"
"Not really. But I'm in the mood for a blowjob. I was thinking, Terry, if you could work on little Dinah's clit for me-ahm, for HER-she could give me some serious Deeeep Throat." Brad winked.
"I see," Terry said.
"So could it be arranged?"
"If you know the right people," Terry goofed, sticking his tongue out and looking at the golden blonde's long pretty legs. The hot stalks opened, as if by magic. Terry got to his feet. He had a big erection, which seriously effected the line of his slacks as he stood there.
Dinah winked and wet her lips.
Brad's slacks dropped to his ankles and he stepped out of them. He cupped his balls, the penis standing at attention before him.
"Bring that lollipop over here, lover boy!"
"Ok."
Terry climbed onto the hammock and got his head between the blonde's legs.
"Baby, let's see if you can use that pretty pink tongue the way I taught you."
"I think I can figure it out," Dinah let out softly, her fingers testing the hardness of Brad's throbber. She stroked it with delicate fingertips, until a pearl of clear cum appeared on the tip.
"Hmmmm," the blonde let out, bending her neck and letting her tongue fly over the tip of Brad's penis. She hungrily lapped up the pearl.
"Baby!"
"Mmmm, I love the taste of that hot sauce," the girl let out playfully.
"And I love the taste of that pussy dew," Terry moaned, opening her pussy lips with his fingers. He watched as the little pink clitoris stood up and demanded attention. He bent in so that his ears grazed her inner thighs. Without another word, Terry began whipping Dinah's clitoris with his tongue.
"OooOoooo!" the blonde let out.
"Ride that tongue, Bitch!"
"Give it to meee, Brad. Feed me that big prick!"
Brad did not have to be convinced. He let his penis move close to her lips. But before he allowed her to take it in, he rubbed the bottom of his shaft over her pouting mouth, over her chin and cheeks, and across the blonde brow. He loved the way his penis left a trail of moisture on her smooth creamy face.
"In my mouth!" she demanded. "When'm ready."
"Oh please!" the blonde begged. "Put that sweet stick inside meeeee!"
Terry's tongue was whipping her clit mercilessly now, causing the blonde to quake and quiver with passion. She was dancing on his tongue, and Terry loved every twitch of her moistening body. He looked up. Her knobs were rocking and rolling, and when she lifted her face, he could see her lovely little fox-face framed by those fine knobs.
Brad moved her blonde mane aside, so he could watch her face as he stuffed it with cock.
"In your cheek."
The girl smiled at him, taking his throbber into her cheek so that it bulged noticeably. She turned, so he could admire her profile.
"Now roll that tongue on me, Dinah."
The girl tongue-whipped his penis, as it slid in and out of her pretty mouth.
"That's my bitch!"
"Mmmmmmmmmrn!"
Terry's hot tongue was delving into the hot blonde. He'd begun a series of repetitive movements designed to drive her out of her mind. His tongue would penetrate her pussy lips, then emerge and flutter over her clitoris, then drop deep into her cunt again. Again and again!
The girl's moist body glistened in the sunlight as she broke into a sweat from the workout she was getting. Her rump cakes quaked and the big tits quivered.
"Suck cock Dinah."
"Hmmmmmm!"
Brad looked down at Terry. "You must be doing something right, Terry. She's going at it!"
Terry winked, his tongue swirling over the blonde girl's clitoris.
Brad reached for her tits and cupped them. He held them together to deepen her cleavage and make the titty tops wiggle as she danced to the beat of Terry's tongue.
"Yeah, Baby, that's the way. Work on that big prick. Get it in your face."
Dinah did not have to be told. She was doing such deep downbeats it was amazing her. She never realized she could take a man's entire shaft into her face like that. She felt Brad's balls bounce on her chin every time he hit the downbeat.
"Hmmmmm," she hummed.
Brad suddenly popped out of her mouth and began rubbing his wet prick on her face.
"You ready for a cum bath, Baby?"
Dinah licked her lips. "Whatever you wish, Brad. I love to feel your prick on my face. Oh, I love that big throbber! Cum on me!"
"When'm ready."
"Cum on meeee!" she implored.
Brad saw what was happening. The beautiful blonde was on the verge of release.
Terry held the hot thighs apart and dug into her as deeply as his tongue could go. He felt her little clitoris glowing, as he came out and swirled over the pink button.
"Yesssss!" the girl let out, tossing her head wildly, the blonde mane spreading out on her shoulders and titty tops as she wriggled.
Brad could not contain himself. The girl began to orgasm, and her tongue went wild on his penis, causing him to follow her into the pleasure zone.
"Ohhh yesssss!"
Brad's prick started to spurt, mixing hot jizz with perspiration on Dinah's chin and cheeks, on her neck and then up onto her lips and nose and forehead.
"Cum bath time, Dinah!"
"Hmmmmm!"
"Open your mouth!"
Brad watched the little pink tongue come out. He watched as a shot of jizz landed on her tongue The girl swallowed it hungrily, then began licking, hungry for more.
Terry's palms were clinched around the hot slippery bitch cakes, attempting to hold the girl in place as she spasmed in deep fits of pleasure.
"Ohhh," she gasped, her mouth wide open, jizz dribbling from the corners of her lips. "That's soooo fine, Terrryyyyy!" she gasped hotly.
Terry's penis was swollen, and he was aching to stick it in her cunt. But the little cherry girl would have none of that. Not yet.
"In my ass, Terry!"
He did not have to be convinced. He rolled her over on the hammock. The bitch cookies were aimed up, and Terry mounted her as he spread her tump apart with delicate fingers.
"Push that prick into meeee!"
He reached under her and fingered her clitoris, as his dick sank into her warm rectum.
It was like plugging into an electrical outlet. The juice went on!
"Wow!" Terry gasped, hanging on for dear life as Dinah's mojo kicked into high gear.
He felt the tight heat of her ass clutching his penis as she rolled her hips under him. In a few minutes, he was out of control. He massaged her clit to keep her dancing, as his hot jizz spurted into her asshole.
That's my bitch!"
"Oooo cum in my asssss!"
Brad watched the lovely way the blonde's lower body arched up to meet Terry's driving rod. He drew her hair back. He loved the sight of her pretty face coated with sweat and j izz. She was a living beauty!
That's it!" Dinah gasped. "Cum in meee!"
"I love to spurt in that hot butt!"
"Yesssss!"
"Hmmmm!"
"That's the way, Terry," Brad commented, watching the two of them go at it. He enjoyed watching Dinah take prick in her ass, almost as much as he liked feeding it into her face. She was a joy to behold.
In a few minutes, the three of them were relaxing, catching their breath and sharing a cigarette.
Suddenly Nina pulled up in the car, bouncing out with her arms loaded with groceries.
"Hi guys," Nina said. "Did I miss anything?"
"Nothing that isn't going to be happening to you soon enough," Terry let out, looking down at his dick. It was hot and swollen, and looked like if he soaked it in water it would hiss from heat. He smiled at Nina.
"I see I did miss something. Just make sure you two guys have enough jizz left to give me what I need."
"I do believe I need a rest," Terry said.
"Not me," Brad boasted. "Bring that pussy sweetness over here, Nina, and I'll show you what you missed."
"Well, let me put our supplies away."
"I'll do it Nina," Dinah said, getting to her feet.
Nina looked at the blonde. Her hair was mussed, her bikini was half off, and she had hot sauce drooling down out of the corners of her lips.
"Well, look at you!"
"I feel like I need a quick shower," Dinah said. "Although I do love having my favorite guy's cum on my body."
"Well, wash it off and we'll give you a fresh cum bathing," Terry said.
"Sounds good to me."
"Meanwhile, Nina, bring those big fine tits to Poppa!"
Nina shimmied her shoulders, making her knobs dance independently. She shook her cookies over to Terry and stood next to him. She'd put on a flimsy dress to go into town, but had nothing on under it.
Terry had her sit down on his hard prick, then guided her girlish hips so that she started to rotate on his throbber.
"Baby, I've just begun to bitch-train you," he said to the lovely brunette.
"Mmmm," Nina let out, rotating and sliding her cunt lips on his duck throbber. She felt his tongue move into her mouth, and met it with her own.
She loved the feel of his hands, lifting and massaging her hard knobs. She felt tingles as he squeezed the titty tips tenderly.
"I love the way you fuck me, Terry!"
"Nina, squeeze me with that cunt!"
Terry's palms cupped the hot rump cakes, and he bounced her on his lap like a rag doll. His muscles rippled as he moved her body up and down on his penis.
"Baby, ride that piston for meeee!"
"Fuck meeee Terry!"
He watched her knockers bounce and dance on her body, as his wide palms guided her rump cakes up and down.
"I love that tight cunt!" he groaned.
She felt his throbber tingle inside of her, and gave him a hard playful squeeze.
"Now Terry!"
"Ohyeahhhh!"
He throbbed deep in her snatch, feeling the explosive heat of pre-orgasm. "Roll those bitchcakes!"
"Yesssss!"
His dick spurted hot cum into the moist dancing pussy. Her hot cunt felt his twitching, and responded by glowing out its own radiant intensity.
Nina began to orgasm. She bit into his upper lip as her spasms began, as the hot moist female body gave way to utter and complete release. She tossed her mane to the side and pouted, the nostrils flaring as waves of electric tension spread through her wired body wickedly.
"Oh, Terry, I love the way you throb in my body!"
"Give it to me, Nina!"
As he came, he cupped her knobs and lifted them, licking the titty tops as they danced in his hands. His penis was still spurting when he reached under her ass again, lifting her so that their bodies were flush.
His dick spasmed deeply into Nina's cunt.
After a long afterglow, Terry took his penis out. He swore it was smoking. He smiled, as Nina rolled over on her side and stroked his half-hard penis into full erection again.
"You trying to kill me?"
"Ahh, maybe, but what a way to go."
Terry reached out and pinched a titty tip. He was in no mood to argue with her statement.
The next day Terry took Nina for a ride. He was in the mood to see how kinky he could get with the hot brunette. He wanted to be completely alone with her. So they piled into the car and took off into the mountainside.
He found a seasonal road that led over a large mountain, and they took it. They bounced along for a while, before Terry found the right spot for his games. It was total isolation. There was an abandoned hunter's cabin alongside of an old trail. They'd hiked not more than a half hour before coming to it.
"Let's make camp here for the day," Terry said.
"Here? There's nothing here for us Terry."
"Yes there is, there's privacy."
She didn't know what he was talking about. But she could see why he liked the site. For one thing, they were on the ledge of a large cliff, which was perched halfway up a very high mountain. They could see for miles.
And another interesting facet of this private paradise, was that the hunter's cabin contained some usable facilities. A fine brick stove and fireplace. A fairly usable table and stools for chairs. There was a place for a bed, but of course, no bed. Terry laid out an inflatable mattress in the room that would be the bedroom.
He also started cooking some provisions he had with him. He made coffee and built a fire for their lunch.
"Hey, I'm impressed. I thought you were a city kinda guy," the brunette let out.
"I can handle myself in all situations," Terry said. "We're gonna play a little game out here, Nina. We're going to role-play, that I'm the king of this little land, and you're my slave girl. Think you can get into that?"
"Slave girl?" Nina looked perplexed, the dark brow wrinkling as she pouted. "But will my king be good to his slave girl? You wouldn't be a brutal king, would you?" She appeared to be taking this right.
"I will be a very kind king ... but with some serious demands to make upon my little slave girl. But I have nothing but confidence in her to handle my demands."
Nina smiled, her eyes twinkling. "I guess I could handle that," she said.
"Great!"
They had lunch around a roaring fire, then went for a dip in a nearby mountain creek. After lunch, Terry got serious. He went to his backpack, and came out with some gear.
"Baby, when you get out of the water, your clothing is going to be waiting for you. Put these things on and come meet me at the cabin."
"Ok love," Nina sang.
She washed herself in the cool water, loving the way the sun dried her tanning skin almost instantly. She felt great, shaking out her hair and letting the breezes finish drying her dewy delta for her.
When she found the towel and the garments, she let out a gasp. She had no idea he'd brought special vines for her! A very sexy half-bra, cut with just enough foundation to push the knobs up and together! She put it on, wishing at once, that she had a mirror to admire herself in. Nina knew such things made her look very hot. She had a perfect body for this sort of thing!
She was getting interested now, as she dug deeper into the towel. There was a pair of stark white undies, a pair of nylons with seams in the back, a pair of high heel pumps! Oh, and red garter belts!
Nina felt fine, female and potent, as she stood smoothing out the nylons, looking down on her shapely legs. She knew that Terry was going to have her do some role-playing. Some girls would get spooked with Terry, for pulling this sort of thing. But to Nina, it was just the way a guy with imagination makes demands. It was going to be fun to please him. And he'd be grateful enough to please her in turn.
Terry liked watching her cum, she realized. She had nothing to worry about with Terry. If he pleased himself, he pleased her as well.
She found him sitting on the log-bench outside the cabin. He was stark naked, stroking his fine hot throbber as she approached.
"How's my little slave girl?"
"Your slave feels like serving, my king."
"Glad to hear that, Baby. You look fine in those things. I don't believe those legs Nina. Do a turn for me. Show it off a little."
She lifted up on tip toes and spun.
"Come on, Nina, show me how you jut those knockers out!" he yelled.
The girl took a deep breath, puffing out her knobs. She moved her arms close to her sides, deepening her cleavage as she licked her lips and looked at Terry.
"I want to train you further, today, slave girl. You've been mouth-trained. Now it's time for the rectum."
"Oh?"
"Nina, we're going to do some deep rump-tucking today. And I'm thinking I should put you in bondage for this. Just so you can't squirm away from me."
The brunette's eyes widened. She'd been ready for some action. But bondage? She felt a fear pulse through her. Yet, she was excited and having tun, and not ready to say no to him. She smiled, moistening her lips and forcing her eyes to meet his as he spoke.
"Put your arms behind your back. Up, palms to elbows," he said, moving behind her with a set of leather thongs.
She felt the thongs dancing over her flesh as he very quickly locked her arms into place behind the small of her back.
Tine, baby, now we're going to lay you over this barrel," he said.
Her eyes widened. He'd found what looked like an old pickle barrel. It was very old wood, with rusty rims running around it to hold the slats in place. Terry laid the brunette down on the barrel, with her rump cakes pointing up at the sky. Her hands, tied back, were forcing her knobs to press against the barrel.
"Oh, this isn't exactly comfortable," she let out.
"Good, I don't want you comfortable, slave girl. I want you to know how much you might have to endure to please your master," he hissed.
"Terry, don't hurt meee," she cried softly.
But even that cry was a part of their game now, as he moved in on top of her and rested his dick between the cakes of her ass. He reached under her belly and down, and began to finger the hot pink clicker.
"Ohhh," she let out, licking her lips, the eyes rolling back as orgasmic heat built up.
"Roll those butt cakes for me, Nina, Baby. You look so hot in that get-up!"
Terry slid her panties off, after rubbing the white cotton hard on her pussy and clit. He draped her panties over his nose and breathed in the hot sweetness of her muff.
She let out a chuckle at the sight of this.
He grabbed her by the hair and jerked her face to the side. "What the fuck are you laughing at Bitch?"
"Terry, I-"
"Shut up, cunt!"
She looked down, sobbing. In a second his penis was at her asshole's dark door, pressing and pushing into her.
"Terry!"
The brunette rolled her hips as his lingers worked her clicker. She felt the heat building, felt the spark and tingle of pre-orgasm mounting.
"Terry!"
She began to 'gasm.
Terry pushed his pulsing penis into the orgasming brunette's hot ass.
"That's it baby!" he gasped, feeling the contractions of her rectal passage, as his penis registered each quiver of female heat. He gasped.
"Oh Terrryyyyy!"
Terry ejaculated into Nina's hot ass, as the dancing brunette quaked and quivered in orgasmic spasms.
Later that day, Terry tied the lovely brunette to a tree. He bound her so that her arms were spread wide, the wrists wrapped in thongs, that ran all the way around the thick trunk. The legs were also spread, ankles bound.
Terry walked around the bound beauty, pinching her nipples and forcing her to dance on his fingers and penis.
To amuse himself, he began tickling the brunette, making her knobs jiggle, making her to wriggle and writhe trying to escape his tickling feather.
"Terry, please!"
"Oh, goose flesh, Nina. Look at that!"
He amused himself by making her squirm for a few minutes, then untied her wrists, allowing her to bend at the waist. Then he made her get on her knees, and stood over her with is penis resting on her profile; on the high cheekbone. The tip of his penis was pressed to her lower lip as he spoke.
"Slide those lips on your master's penis, slave girl."
Now this part Nina knew she liked. She was becoming a great mouth girl. And she knew, that getting this right would make Terry HER slave!
The brunette licked her lips. "Feed me that big rod, Daddy," she let out.
Terry pushed his penis into her mouth. She did not resist, and as he had her profile in his lap, his dick moved into the girl's cheek. It bulged in her face, just below the cheekbone.
He moved her hair back, so he could watch her dark brow wrinkle as she struggled to contain his thick throbber in her cheek. Then he slid it out, and down her throat.
"Deep, Nina, take it deep for me. I want to see the total shaft in your face."
The brunette strained considerably, but soon she was taking in his entire member; her perky nose banging on his underbelly each time he did a downbeat.
"Ok, Baby, now let's see how you butterfly your tongue on it," he said, pulling out of her mouth and holding the tip of his throbber to her lips.
"Don't touch me with nothing but tongue, Nina."
Nina's pink tongue fluttered hotly on her master's penis. She licked a clear pearl off the tip and rolled it hungrily on the roof of her mouth.
"That's my bitch! Ok, now slide on it," he said, reaching her the hard knobs and pressing them up to his balls. "Suck cock now, slave girl!"
She slid on and off his prick.
"I love to fuck that pretty face!"
"Mmmmmmm!"
"Slide on it!"
"Hmmmmm m mmmmmm m mm!"
He gasped and throbbed, as the hot girl lips slid on and off his throbbing penis. He held her by the chin and the crown of her head, guiding her head up and down as the wet mouth teased him.
"Ohh!"
He pulsed in her mouth. It was totally impossible to control his orgasmic trigger, he mused, when things got THAT hot in the shaft of his prick.
She felt the hot spunk pulse out of his penis and hit the back of her throat!
"Swallow!"
The brunette obeyed her master automatically, swallowing the hot sauce that hit her mouth.
"That's it, bitch! Gulp it down!"
She lapped the hot cum that shot out of his penis, swallowing it as he commanded.
"That's my little hot bitch. My slave girl. I could get very hooked on having you for my slave."
Tell me about it," she said wickedly.
"You are really cheeky, Baby," he said. "I think you need a little spanking."
"Spanking?"
Nina had no idea why, but the very thought of her master giving her a spanking, got her little pussy wet. She saw at once, as he untied her ankles and sprawled her across his lap, that Terry was very serious.
WhAcK.
"Yeeowww!"
CrAcK.
Terrrryyyyy!"
WcHaCcke!
Terry's eyes took in the tight balk of her rump cakes, as they wriggled and shivered in response to his whipping palm. He let her have it a few more times, noting that the cheeks of her ass were developing a lovely pink tone.
The rump cakes wriggled under a severe spanking!
"I love those hot cakes, my bitch," he gasped, noting how red the cheeks were getting. "I'm gonna make sure my little girl obeys her master from now on."
"Yes master!"
WhAcK!
"Ouch!"
Nina bit her upper lip, as the stinging hit her left cake. Then her right. Then her left again. Then, after a while, all she felt was a steady heat on both of her bitch cakes.
CrAcK!
"Ooouuchh!"
He held her with one hand, so that the squirming female form--all moist and animate-would not slide off of his lap as he spanked her hot cakes.
She was sputtering now, her hair mussy and clinging to the moist perspiration on her face. Her pouting lips were swollen from all that cock sucking, and her rump hurt from his punishing penetration.
Terry massaged her clitoris, reaching under her to make her dance with abandon. He mingled pain and pleasure; the spanking with a hot clit tickling, and soon the brunette was gasping and writhing with orgasmic tensions.
"CJoooOoOoO!"
She began to orgasm.
Just from having the brunette squirm on his lap, Terry's dick was wildly aglow. And when she began to orgasm, he felt himself pulse in terminal heat.
"Bitch, get those tits between my legs," he gasped, as the orgasm started.
He managed to pull the sweating bitch between his legs, so that he could cup her big knobs and press them to his balls and penis.
"Oh, baby, I love to shoot cum on those tits!" he gasped.
Nina looked down at her chest. The push-up brassiere had been ripped off of her. Her naked tits were sweaty and wet, and now his hot cum was shooting onto her nipples and titty tops, onto her neck and face and lips.
That's my bitch. Mouth open!"
She parted her lips, and he aimed a spurt right into her hot female mouth.
That's my bitch. You're going to wear your master's cum for a while, bitch. I'll let you wash off in the creek, when I feel like it."
"Yes master," she said in a soft voice.
Nina was getting the hang of this role playing thing Terry had going. And she kind of liked it. It gave her a chance to experiment with different fantasies of her own.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Dinah was happy now that she could say she knew what it felt like to fuck. She was a driven fucking-machine now, there was no stopping her. She remembered the afternoon not long ago when she went on a job interview. It was at a dance studio. The job was really just a glorified gofer, but she figured she'd at least get to meet people. Boy, was she ever correct in that surmise.
The first moment she stepped into the space, a large man accosted her.
"What you here for?" he said.
"I'm here for the job."
"Job?" He looked her up and down for a quick moment. He saw all he needed to see. "Yeah, we have job."
Strange, Dinah thought, he doesn't look foreign yet he speaks oddly. The man was rotund but not bad looking. He certainly carried his extra weight with dignity.
"Well," Dinah almost stuttered, "is there someone I can see about the job?"
"Me."
"Beg your pardon?" Dinah asked.
"Me, you see me. I boss."
Dinah extended her hand. "Pleased to make your acquaintance Boss."
He grasped her hand in his huge mitt. "Name Hamullyan."
"Hamun?"
"No matter, call me Ham. Yours?"
"Mine? My what? Oh, my name. Is-I mean it's Dinah."
"You say Vagina? That not name for nice girl."
"No, DINAH, with a D."
"Just joke." He let go of her hand. Dinah resisted the urge to wipe her palm off. Not that his grasp was clammy. Far from it.
"Is the job still available?"
"Is job. You want, is yours."
"Great, thank you very much."
"Not thank yet. First we talk." He led the way to a room off to the side of the studio. They passed by a few dancers on a break, rubbing their feet and drinking diet sodas. Dinah heard a few snickers from some of the women.
She looked at 'Ham' as he held the door open for her. "Come," he said. She came.
Dinah tried to get on a more business like footing. She sensed trouble in this small room that only contained a bare table and two chairs. "I have a resume; it's not very long but I'm a good worker." She handed him the paper.
Ham took the paper without a glance and placed it on the table. "Is no matter. Is good. Very good."
"So what would you like to know? Dinah asked perkily.
"Shoe."
"Pardon?"
"No sorry. Shoe. Size."
"My size shoe?"
"Yeh. Size shoe."
"I wear a size seven."
"Ah, is good."
He heaved his considerable bulk into one of the chairs. Dinah waited to be asked to sit but no such invitation came.
The strange man surveyed her at his leisure, looking her up and down until Dinah began to fidget uncomfortably. Just as she decided to seat herself, the odd man spoke.
"Give me your shoe."
"My shoe?"
"Yes, shoe. Give"
Dinah stepped out of her high heeled pump. She had intended to wear a 'sensible shoe' on this, her first job interview, but Nina suggested to her otherwise. "Wear your sexiest shoe without being obvious about it," she had said. So Dinah had selected a rather high heel with the front cut out.
The man was now fondling her one shoe while she stood rather awkwardly in the other. "Valk," he told her.
"What?"
"I said valk, valk around room."
"Oh." Dinah was so taken aback by this strange command said in a such a difficult way to understand that she instantly obeyed. She promptly began to hobble around the room as best she could under the circumstances.
"Ah, good," the man said for the umpteenth time.
She finished her turn around the room and was once again facing him, balancing herself on one leg.
"You valk good, is important to job."
"So Mr Ham do I have the job?"
"Shoe is good. Valk is good. We see foot is good for valk you have job. Give foot." He held out his paw.
Dinah obediently tottered over to him and raised her foot. The man gently placed it on his leg, and reverently stroked the instep.
"Foot good for job. Plenty valk this job."
Dinah was thinking of Nina's reaction when she told her about 'her interview'. Hopefully the rest of it turns out be as hilarious as this, she thought ruefully.
Mr Ham reached out with one stubby arm and pulled the other chair towards Dinah. "Sit." She sat.
And waited. Her foot was on the man's lap. In the process of sitting her leg had moved closer into his body. It was directly over his genitals.
Dinah pretended not to notice as she felt his prick move on its own underneath her toes and instep. The man stared at her very innocently and began to speak of ordinary things. Her duties at the dance studio. The salary and hours, all very pleasant and easy. He then asked her to tell him about her-self.
He wanted to know how many siblings she had, where she had gone to school. All rather mundane things. Dinah perceived that his breathing was getting a little faster and louder. She wondered if she should attempt to help him, or if it was more prudent to ignore him. She decided to do a little of both.
Reaching up to her other shod foot, she took off the shoe.
"Do you mind if I rub my foot, it's sore from walking."
"No, I no mind. You vant I do?"
"If you don't mind, I do so love a good massage."
"Yes, massage. I do."
He accepted her proffered foot and proceeded to gently rub. Instantly Dinah was in raptures. The man, no matter how peculiar he was, sure knew the pressure points of the foot.
Dinah decided to help him out a little and in her ecstasy pretended not to notice her other little foot exerting precise pressure on his dick.
He was looking away from her now, she knew he was going to come. The question was, would she get the job for being so cooperative?
She didn't want to take any chances. She moved the foot that was titillating his penis. When he looked at her in surprise, with a bit of a hurt expression, Dinah licked her lips.
"You look like you need more." How else could she say it? She couldn't say "I'll give you a blowjob fat man."
He wasn't stupid. Without a word he undid his zipper and out popped the hugest prick she'd ever seen. She hadn't seen many but she KNEW this was gigantic. Uh oh, she thought.
He saw her hesitate and said, "is no matter, I no put all way inside."
"Inside?" Dinah said as he got up and lifted her over to the table. The man then turned her around so that she was facing the table with him behind her. He lifted her skirt and before she object he had his penis between her cunt lips.
Her pussy had become wet while he was massaging her foot, but she had never imagined fucking the man. She became excited the moment he lifted her off the chair, though.
Moving his prick around the beginning of her cunt he leaned his body over her, forcing her upper torso onto the tabletop. His large hands traveled under her blouse and cupped one full breast each.
Now that he had a firm hold on her he began to get serious. His dick began making its way into her canal. The pain was excruciating. She had never felt penetration like this before.
Neither had Mr Ham. He gasped occasionally as he moved in and out of her. Only part of his prick had entered her, gradually he began thrusting harder.
"Aaah!" Dinah cried.
She hadn't meant to make any noise. She couldn't help it though.
Mr. Ham was having trouble pushing into her; he had never, even with his gargantuan proportions, had the luck to find such a tight pussy.
He drew back slightly out of her and thrust as hard as he could.
"AAAAAAAoooooooooowwwww!" Dinah shrieked.
The man became still inside her. Seconds passed and neither of them moved. Dinah wondered if she had scared him.
He withdrew his prick and gasped.
Dinah whirled around and saw what had alarmed him.
There was blood on his gigantic prick. He looked at her in awe and picked her up. He placed her on the table and spreading her legs, examined her cunt.
"You virgin? Why you no say?"
"I uh-"
"Oh, what I do? I ruin you!"
"No, that's okay," Dinah began to say, but she decided to remain silent.
"Now you are mine, I marry you."
"No, no, that's alright, really. I have to leave now." It was getting even too weird for Dinah to handle. "My friend is waiting for me."
"Boyfriend?"
"No. Girlfriend." She was beginning to pick up his strange manner of speech.
"Wait. Wait. We finish. Okay?"
Dinah started to get off the table to leave which the man took as a sign of assent.
He lifted her back into position and this time very gently lifted her skirt. He slowly placed his prick back into her as he pulled her hips out.
Mr Ham lifted her skirt further off her buttocks and gasped again as he saw her perfect milky white cheeks. He gripped them and rammed his prick all the way into her cunt.
"OOOOOooooow!" she yelled, not quite as loud this time.
He pulled out of her a bit and pushed in again. This time Dinah didn't scream. It felt great! Better than ever. This strange fat man had the magic dick!
Dinah got into the rhythm. When he pulled hack Dinah held still. As he got ready to thrust inside her, she arched her back so as to allow for optimum penetration.
It felt as though his prick was inside her belly!
They kept this up for some time, moving faster and faster until the man was about to come. Dinah had already had one orgasm but out of a sense of delicacy she didn't let him know. Unless he could tell by the frantic contractions that were occurring inside her.
"Oh, Vagina, I come in you, is okay?" he asked. Dinah smiled. He'd forgotten her name. "Yes, is okay."
"Oh, oh, ooohhhhhooohhhh!"
His prick increased in size inside her as he began to ejaculate. He kept up the fucking motion as he shot his sperm into her. Then he rammed it home one last time and finished unloading inside her.
Neither of them moved for a few moments. Dinah didn't know what to expect. She had come for a job, got a foot massage, gotten her cherry broken (finally), received a marriage order, gotten her brains fucked out, now she was almost ready to be ejected from the building. Anything was possible with this odd man.
He withdrew his prick and tucked it inside his pants. The man then sat her on the chair and got on his knees in front of her.
"Be mine. I give you everything."
Dinah didn't know what to say. It occurred to her that maybe she was fucking a lunatic.
"I know is strange," he said. "I think also. I no vork here. But-"
He held up his hand as he saw her about to speak.
"Listen please," he implored. "I saw you and think I make joke of you. I sorry now. You virgin, I ruin. I pay back. You come to my house. Everything you vant is yours. Okay?"
Dinah was dumbfounded. She had fucked her way through what she thought was a job interview, which would have been a scam. But turned out to be better. She just stared at him.
He continued. "I very rich. This all is mine." He waved his hand.
Dinah looked at the bare room.
"I mean I produce Broadway show. For fun. I am in business. Come, I show you."
Dinah got up and put on her shoes.
"First we go to Waldorf Astoria Hotel. You take shower. You say you meet girlfriend? Bring her also."
They got up to leave, as he held the door open he said, "tell me your name again, is not Vagina?"
"Dinah!"
"Ah close, I only call you Vagina at home. But Dinah is pretty. You are beautiful. Vagina is more beautiful."
She shrugged as they walked out of the studio arm in arm. The sneering girls looked up in surprise as they passed. This was the first time Mr Ham had pulled that stunt and actually left with the sucker. The victim usually left in a hurry, if not in tears. This time he was assiduously escorting the lady out with him. They knew he was strange, but they didn't know the half of it.
Nina received a call from Dinah that night. She was told that a chauffeured limo would pick her up in one hour. And to dress as provocatively as possible.
Mr Ham was the real thing. Dinah declined to marry him. But she agreed to stay with him for one year for an undisclosed amount, at the end of which they would re-negotiate.
The only catch was she was not allowed any other dick but his. Women were another story. She had been longing to get it on with Nina and now she could.
She didn't mind limiting herself to only one dick, Mr Ham's dick was much more than one woman ever got in a lifetime. Dinah wondered if she could take the whole length of it in her mouth. She would certainly try.
It was sad to say goodbye to Brad and Terry. Brad had been good to her, even if he did drive her crazy with his tit-worship. Thankfully Mr Ham found her breasts a little large for his taste. He admired them but she could tell he felt sorry for her for having such huge round appendages. She was glad. He would never tit fuck her.
Dinah did worry about one thing, though. Mr Ham had told her that in his country men fucked virgins in the ass unless they were married to them. Otherwise they left the rear alone. She was glad he didn't know she had a cherry that first time they met.
He had fucked plenty of American women but had never had a virgin. He told her that some of his friends bragged about dubious encounters in whorehouses. They paid up to one hundred thousand dollars to fuck a virgin, legal age, too.
Dinah bit her lip and wondered if in another life, she could have been one of those women. If she hadn't encountered Ham's monstrous sized penis, that is.
She never told him about Brad and Terry. No use ruining people's fun. Nina was sworn to secrecy also.
The first time that Nina came to see her in her new surroundings, she was speechless.
To herself, Dinah had a suite of rooms. A full wardrobe, modeled for her in her sitting room. All she had to do was nod her head if she liked the outfit. Of course the fittings were a bit tedious, but not everything is free of pain.
She also had lessons. A voice teacher and dance teacher as well as an acting coach came to her. She was making progress and expected to make her stage debut when her masters felt she was ready.
Nina was given an adjoining suite. Ham's rooms were on the other side, Dinah's in the middle. He hadn't touched her since he popped her cherry in the bare room. At the appointed time that he was to come to see her, Dinah prepared herself and Nina.
They were arrayed in flowing silk chemises with demure negligees on underneath. That was one thing Ham had sent up first thing when they had arrived at the hotel. His taste ran to the conservative when it came to undergarments.
When her maid announced 'Count Hamullyan,' they sat down as rigidly as possible. He strode in the room and bowed to Nina and Dinah.
"How do you do?" he enquired formally.
"Very well, thank you," Nina replied. She had never been bowed to in all her life. Dinah was getting used to it by now.
Dinah rose and whispered in his ear. Ham looked over at Nina happily and bowed once again.
He walked over to her and gave her hand. Nina got up from her chair and with a grateful backward glance and slight shrug at Dinah followed him into the bedroom.
Dinah sipped her cafe au lait and listened to the loud sounds of pleasure emanating from behind the slightly opened door. She smiled to herself. It was nice to do a good friend a favor. She only hoped that Ham had energy left over for her. Which he did. And some.
Ham was ashamed at first to let her give him a blowjob. He had never had one, that was why he didn't know what she meant when she had offered him one in the bare roomed office.
He was a quick learner, just as Dinah had been. Unfortunately Dinah couldn't take the whole prick in her mouth. There was just too much of it. But Ham enjoyed coming down her throat as much as she liked to be mouth fucked.
He was a regular type of guy, after all. After a while they got their routine down. He didn't really have to work so he amused himself while she was having her lessons. And in between he visited her.
He would lift her onto some object of furniture and give her a stiff fucking. Then they would dine. And then they would go out on the town. Sometimes they would stay home and fuck.
If Dinah was feeling especially weary that night she would ring up Nina or another girlfriend and invite them over for Ham. He never objected. He was too polite, and although he would never admit he liked a little variety sometimes. But he really preferred his cherry-girl. She would always be his first.
