Being a lifeguard seems like a great opportunity for a guy to meet women, right? Wrong. If you're shy like me, but putting up a big front about how macho you are, you never seem to say the right kind of thing to get laid. At least I don't. True, the babes flock around you, admiring your muscles and staring at your crotch with tongues out and teeth half way to the floor, but finding a away to get into those incredibly tiny bathing suits is a problem.
Besides, the chief guard a Central Park in Schenectady New York, wants all the good looking ones for himself. So I sit on my uncomfortable chair for hours, looking over the crowd, knowing I'm going to have to go home to my hand at the end of the day. Not that it doesn't do a good job, but another hand or some lips or even better a pussy around your dick is an advantage. One I'm still dreaming of.
One of my favorite fantasy girls is Rosey ... she could be named for her hair as far as I know. She hangs around my chair, looking straight up into my crotch, lips a little wet. And when they dry she licks 'em. She usually comes in late, just before the park closes, and stays to the end, frolicking in the water like some sea nymph. If only she was a nymphomaniac, I'd be in.
Still, if she offered, I don't know if I'd have the courage to do anything. You know how us guys with big mouths sometimes don't do anything when the opportunity comes.
Well, the opportunity came. I had the cleanup detail that day. I scooped out three condoms, can you believe that. How can you fuck in a pool without somebody seeing you ... though the way some guys get a girl over to the edge and put a hand on either side of the her and stand real close, I suppose it's possible. Me, I'd prefer a bed or someplace comfortable.
Well, I was on my way to the bus. If I could afford a car, I wouldn't need to be a lifeguard. College is expensive even over in SUNY in Albany. At least for me.
Well, there was one in the parking lot, a white Van. I couldn't see inside the thing. Maybe somebody was in the back, getting their rocks off. I was kind of curious, so I ambled that way.
The window rolled down and there was my Rosey. She smiled ... lips wet, face open and innocent if not sexy.
"Hi Johnny. Need a lift home?"
"Cheaper than the bus?"
"Sure, won't cost you any money at all."
I should have known then from the way she said it that I was going to loose my cherry that night. But innocent me agreed.
The van was nice inside. I looked over the seat. Not exactly a queen sized water bed, but comfortable enough for an air mattress. "Do you live in this thing?"
"It's my brothers. He's away on vacation ... and being the nice guy he is he let me have his passion wagon."
Another not so subtle hint. We began to move toward Scotia, a suburb kind of Schenectady. Across the bridge, up Mohawk Avenue.
Instead of going along the main drag, we made a hard right to the burger place at the bottom of the bridge. "Feel like something to eat?"
Well ... I'd been looking at her tits the whole time over and the movement of her arms. She didn't have on her bathing suit, but the blouse was tight ... so were the jeans. I gulped. A poor boy seldom has any money, and even the bus fare wouldn't pay for two burgers. I gulped again, "Well ...."
"My treat. I know how poor you guys must be, having to expose your bodies like that just to earn a little money."
I laughed and so did she, though hers had a kind of animal thing to it. Like a predator.
The burger, fries and Coke were good. We could hear the noises of the crowd around us as kind of a background to our sparring match.
"Do you have your suit on underneath?"
She pointed to my jeans. I nodded yes.
"It really fits your body nice. I mean, the black kind of sets off your skin and muscles.
I must have blushed, because she continued to talk. The lights went out in the parking lot, signaling the end of the day for the place. But we didn't move, and nobody moved toward us.
"Want to see what the back's like? I mean, brother Mike has his seduction pad all laid out for convenience. Maybe he's like you ... all talk but no action."
I watched her jeans clad ass as she slipped between the seats and onto the bed. She took off her high tops before she went over, so I did the same. Kind of like going into a Japanese house.
It was cozy all right. I found myself lying next to her on the bed ... covered with Zebra striped fur. She smelled good. I bet I smelled of chlorine. That didn't seem to stop her, she leaned in real close, staring into my eyes with her grey ones and said ...."You want to loose your cherry?"
I guess my head shook yes or something, because she said, "So do I. Except."
"You don't know how?"
"That's about it."
"Let's get acquainted a little more before we do it."
"Sure." Her lips came toward me and our mouths met. At first we barely touched, but then as we adjusted the angle we were able to do more. I'd have plenty of kissing and petting experience, which always leaves me with aching balls and something for my left hand to do when I get home. But this was going to be the real thing.
Soon my tongue was in her mouth and then hers in mine. That was hot. So hot, that I wished I hadn't worn my suit home because my cock was shooting up to the top of the waistband. If this didn't work out, I was going to have one severe case of blue balls in the morning.
Her chest moved closer to mine until we touched there too. I could feel the nipples of her tits against mine, then they crushed as she put her hands on my back and pulled us close together.
For some reason, we hadn't touched down there yet. I guess it was shyness or something. I knew she'd feel my hardon right away when we did. As we rocked our chests back and forth our crotches came closer and closer together until we touched. What an electric shock. I felt as if my whole body would explode, especially that tube down the front of my dick. It seemed to turn into a caterpillar with a thousand little feet sweeping up and down it. At the head, there was a hot spot like an exploding star.
We both stopped tonguing at that moment and broke apart at the neck, but not at the crotch.
"That feels pretty big."
"I guess." What the hell did I know about other guy's cocks ... or she for that matter.
"Bigger than my fingers anyhow."
One of her slim hands went down between us, trailing along my stomach. I pulled back the minimum to allow her fingers to fit between us. My stomach was doing the shakes as she got closer and closer to my dick. When she made contact, I had to hold absolutely still. She sensed my agony and didn't move her fingers. Just the tip of one was on my cockhead. Was that ever good.
"Look...." I looked. Her eyes were clouded a little from what I could see, and her smooth brow crinkled together. "I'm having second thoughts."
I pressed my body against hers as her hand slipped along my dick. Was that ever better than my own hand. I said, "We could kind of help each other get off without going all the way ... this time. I mean until we got to know each other better. I'm not going to force myself on you, if that's what you're afraid of."
She took away her hand and pressed her crotch against mine. I could feel the swelling of her mound kind of surrounding my dick. I don't know if that was her pussy lips open or just my imagination. But I quivered again.
"Why don't we just play with each other and decide from there."
"OK." I was ready to agree to anything at that point. Our bodies so close together was a real ball tingler. So we did that. Finally, I got up my courage and undid her blouse so I could feel her tits for real and not second hand. She did the same thing with my shirt, one of my dad's office whites too frayed for use there anymore. Our chests touched.
That was even better. I could feel her nipples, hard as the Concord grapes that grew in our backyard, against my chest. We did a lot of oohing and ahhing, without going much further. My nuts were beginning to ache. I didn't know if I could stand this teasing much longer. So I found the waistband of her jeans and pushed a paw down the opening. Her stomach bounced back and then came tight against my knuckles. "You ready for this?
She kissed my face. "Don't be rough on me. I've been dreaming about a lover, a gentle lover." '
"I'll try. But you're such a hot girl. Let me know what you like."
Her stomach relaxed and I found out she wasn't wearing any panties because I felt wisps of cunt hair against my fingers tips. I felt around and then touched something hard and then a slit. I pushed my middle finger along it and down. She moaned, and bit my ear, her tongue whirling in it.
I crooked my finger when I got to the bottom of the slot, and there it was, her cunt opening. My finger slipped in. It was bigger than her fingers, I already knew that. She sighed again.
Her fingers investigated my cock from the outside at first. I could almost hear her mind working, This is much bigger than my fingers. Wonder if it'll fit in there."
Her hand did fit into the tight band of my lifeguard suit. The fingers did fit around my dick. I nearly spurt in her hand when she touched me, but didn't. That would have been a nasty thing to do, .. besides, I wanted to see just how far we'd go.
She went all the way to my balls and scratched them. I could almost see the red of her fingernails flashing along my nuts. The she said, "Let's get rid of our jeans."
Well, I thought that was just fine with me. So we wiggled and pushed and soon from the knees up we were naked. We pulled apart. Lights from a passing car gave us our first look at a real person, instead of a magazine picture or video.
She was as stunning down there as she was elsewhere. Not a lot of hair but what she had was fine and silky. The pink inside her cunt lips gaped because of the way she was positioned. I caught the glimpse of a drop of lube in my cock eye.
Her hand began to move on my prick. I pushed a finger into her cunt and began to move it at her rhythm. I could feel the vibrations of her body against mine. My cock began to vibrate. That's when I began to think about the coming mess. Kind of. You know how it is when you're about to pop your nuts. Your mind goes blank and everything concentrates on you dick. But I did have enough presence of mind to recognize a Kleenex holder just within reach. Brother Mike had thought of everything. I reached out, yanked a handful of tissues out and said in a choked voice. "I'm pretty close."
Without missing a stroke, Rosey folded the tissues in her free hand. "Tell me when. I want to see what happens."
I threw my head back, my finger still working her pussy but not with the same intensity. You know ... getting off takes all your concentration.
My balls were jiggling, slapping like basketballs against a backboard. Then they weren't slapping any more. I was too hard and they were too tight to do anything but move with the whole mass of my dick.
The feeling was so intense that I was moaning. My head was going back and forth as I fought for breath. I managed to croak out a "Now," just as my nuts jumped and my prick shot off. Good thing I'd grabbed a handful of tissues. Rosey managed to soak it all up then held the tissues to her nose.
"Finger fuck me quick, Johnny. Quick."
I dug into her wet pussy with my finger kind of crooked. That did it, because now her body shook like there was a big truck going by. She clamped and unclamped around my fingers.
When she was done, I pulled out and smelled. I knew I was going to enjoy pussy if I could get.
Rosey suggested she meet me tomorrow night after work and we could continue our investigation of male and female anatomy. We had a week to learn all about it before brother Mike got back and our little sex wagon disappeared.
What a week it was going to be. scene.
* * *
As told by Jennifer Coats, CPR
I don't know if I was looking forward to teaching first aid, including CPR certification or not. I'd graduated from SUNY in Albany in Health and Physical Education with the intention to go on to graduate school. They've got the job market so locked up these days, you have to have an MA, MS or higher to get and maintain a job. But, Schenectady was my home town ... we lived up far enough on Albany Street to avoid the ghetto, but not so far up you could call the house "nice."
So, I had to work during the summer. While I don't approve of nepotism, hiring your relatives is a way to pay for college. My father knew somebody who knew somebody who ... well, you know the game. Nasty, but survival in my case.
The first aid course was scheduled every two weeks for the summer, and enrollment has been good. The hockey warm-up shed does double duty as a classroom during the summer. Too bad some of the ice from outside hasn't been stored inside.
My students are a ragtag lot. Bored girls looking to pick up guys (not a bad idea actually with my boyfriend Hank in Ohio for the summer). Bored guys looking to pick up girls. So far nobody's hit on me. But I present a pretty cool front. I'm a blonde, with help from Light and Lively, a good athlete with bigger tits than I should have for so much activity. I mean, they get in the way. But they have other uses as Hank would tell you.
Art Hannu came into the course with a chip a mile wide on his already broad shoulders. I think he must have worked nights or something, because he came in unshaved, bushy black hair hanging over his forehead. And the macho guy's inevitable earring. Oh, I forgot the sullen, teach-me look.
In CPR you have to learn the rhythm right or your patient dies. Mouth to mouth same way. We had a dummy, a kind of baby doll to capture the sympathy of motherly types I suppose, blonde hair blue eyes. You know that all time cute child. I had a cloth with disinfectant which I wiped the mouth of the "victim" with after each drill. Some complained of the chlorine taste, but I told 'em to go swimming and see how good that tasted.
The morning session was over. My twelve students had a lunch break and what one Mexican guy called a Siesta. Anyway, nobody was due back to the shed before 2, for the afternoon session.
Art was looking gruffer and meaner today than ever. It was a Friday. Maybe a week without sleep was getting to him. He'd stayed after, not sure about the technique. He was puffing and panting over DOLLY as we called her, cursing as he came off and pressed.
"If I'd only ...."
"Trouble?"
"No. I was just thinking." His haunted eyes looked at mine. There was pain in them now. "About what?"
Art took a deep breath. His hair cap jiggled. I looked at his body. Kind of pale. Too much time indoors ... but then again he didn't risk skin cancer.
"I was married for a little bit a couple of years ago. We had a baby and it...." he choked at that point.
I touched his bare shoulder ... he was wearing only a none too white athletic shirt and loose blue gabardine pants with a black belt. "Sorry. I shouldn't have pushed."
"That's all right." He assumed his macho demeanor again. "Besides, that fucker," he said kicking Dolly, "doesn't feel right. I need real lips and real lungs to practice against. You need to feel what it's going to be like."
Without saying another thing, I put DOLLY back on the table, lay on the blanket and closed my eyes. At least for the first few seconds. Then I cracked them a little. Art was standing above me, legs apart. I couldn't see up into his crotch, but not any particular shapes or anything. He leaned beside me and touched his lips to mine. I pretended to be dead. He went through the procedure. His hand was on my chest, near my left nipple. I didn't know which way to tell him to move his hand ... to get better pressure, or to touch my tit.
The rhythm changed after a bit. His tongue crept into my mouth. I flashed my eyes open. His stared into mine, then closed as his tongue poked. Meanwhile, his wide hand had spread wider as he found my nipple and massaged it in slow circles.
I thought of the sprinkler on our lawn which went up and back. His hand was like that, but more welcome than the water to our parched lawn. I moaned against his lips. He kissed my chin then. I watched through half closed lids, my pussy beginning to smolder in my respectable bathing suit.
He climbed over me, instead of being beside me and straddled my body. His hands were all over my body, except my pussy ... My legs. My arms. My back. But especially my tits.
He lowered himself. It's then that I could feel that he was as aroused as I was. The hard lump pressing down on my stomach was a sure sign. He lay on top of me, wiggling from side to side as we kissed deeper and deeper.
Then he pulled off. "Look, it's been a long time. Supporting a kid after mama's deserted is tough."
I smiled as if I knew what that meant. Art kissed his way down my body, pulling the suit aside so that my breasts were completely exposed. My nipples turned from pale to deep red as he licked and sucked on them. He must "have been a tit man from the way he made love to them.
Every once in awhile, I'd feel his dick spasm inside his pants. I've got to confess to being a natural born cocksucker at heart. A man's prick in my mouth can send me into orgasm just at that moment when he swells to shoot. No kidding.
Finally he rolled off onto the other half of the blanket, put his right hand over his eyes and just lay there. I got up on one elbow and stared at him. My face was a little rough from his whiskers. I wonder if his dick hair was a bristly or not.
"Your turn," he mumbled, his lips still wet and shiny from my tits.
I didn't say anything. We'd done all the CPR needed. I wanted to kiss something else.
I straddled his body, my suit top dragging across his chest. It went through a quick spasm as I reached for the thin gold belt buckle. I popped it open. His pants were the kind with the little metal clip. That slipped easily. This time his stomach jumped.
I paused. Did I want to grope him and see what I was getting now, or unwrap the package, dreaming of a nice juicy dick between my lips and hot jiz squirting against my cheeks inside?
No, taking your time and surprising yourself is the most fun. I've seen a couple of cocks, beside Hanks. Not a lot. I'm not that kind of girl.
I could smell Art. He must have been months without any relief. His crotch was ripe and musky.
I slipped the zipper down. I could just feel the tube of his cock as it grazed my knuckles. Then I opened wide. The shorts were Mickey Mouse, literally. Probably the gift of somebody. But there was nothing Mickey Mouse about the cock inside. He'd oozed a wet spot right where the hole was.
I kissed the spot. It smelled like the cleanser my mother used. I kissed it again. Art's hand moved just a little. His free hand came up and began to massage my pussy as I bent over him.
Then I pulled to mice out of the way. Tasty looking. Angry red. As I would have been if I'd been denied so long. I kissed the tip. He had a funny kind of cum hole. Hank's is in the top. Art's was right between the heart shaped center of his head.
It was were there when I kissed and wetter when I finished. My student was fooling around with my swim suit, but I wasn't paying attention. I had a dick to suck. My lips made short work of the upper half. Some girls, they tell me, can swallow the whole thing. I'm not quite that talented.
When I had the spit flowing down the shaft and wetting his balls at the bottom of the underwear pouch, I slurped off. "Lift."
He lifted. I snapped the shorts under his balls. They were in one orange sized sac. No separation visible. I polished the orange until it shone with my spit. He was moaning, hands not moving, though he'd managed to expose my pussy by now.
As I went back down on his dick, his tongue poked up into me from a strange angle. I didn't think anything of it. I was just intent on cleaning his whole crotch up until it shone ... a spit shine.
He grunted and began to hump his hips up and down as his tongue drove into me. He used his hand to spread my cunt lips and licked everywhere. I wondered if I tasted as good to him as he tasted to me.
Soon I had nothing but my own spit to taste. I wanted some more flavor. So, I cupped my hand under his nuts, pushing them against his stalk, grabbed his rod around the middle and began to jerk on it as I sucked on the tip. That's my favorite. No danger of being punctured that way if your guy gets a little too athletic. And Art was athletic.
His hips came off the floor with a jab and sank with a thump. Up and down. My hand was following every twist and turn of his body. Faster and faster. He managed to wedge a finger into my pussy, which he kept licking a sucking around, trying to pull my juice out.
There was a dribble now of that stuff that comes out just before a guy shoots off. I sucked that up, making noises that would have had any listeners blushing, or jerking off if they were guys or punching their pussy if gals.
Art's cock had been pretty hard the whole time I'd been sucking him off. But now, there was an increased hardness to it. I knew what that meant and prepared my taste buds for the shower of flavor that was soon to cum.
Art lifted his ass, me and his cock off the floor a couple of feet. I jerked on the middle and sucked on the end, my cheeks touching the rod, my tongue twirling around the head.
"Oh, god ...."
His finger wedged deep into me and twisted.
"Oh, god...." I said as a kind of echo.
Then it happened. My whole body turned rigid and my pussy inside and out began to shiver and jerk.
His cock began a similar movement. I pulled my tongue back and jerked twice more.
Then the dam burst inside his nuts. Hot stuff squirted out into my mouth. Not gallons of course. I guy doesn't have that much. But a lot anyhow. It sprayed against the back of my throat, hung there for a second, separated and dropped down. My tongue poised just over his dickhead hoping to catch a spatter. I smiled around his cock as it popped and showered.
My hand kept up a stead beat until he pulled his finger out of my pussy and said, "Geeeees."
I put him back together. Then I got up and picked up Dolly. We lay together with the doll between us. I guess we slept, because Hector, the Mexican boy came in.
"See, like I said. Siesta time."
I heard a laugh and recognized it as that of Marsha, one of the girls looking for a guy.
I smelled a different kind of juice. Maybe Mexican?
CHAPTER TWO
As told by Jake Peterson
I don't know why I asked Lisa Lumberman to go out with me. I mean, she's older than I am (25) and more experienced I'm sure. But Jake Peterson always takes a dare, and the guys in the mailroom at S&W Enterprises on State Street dared me to. We all admired her.
She was cool, collected, and beautiful as well as blonde with big tits.
All the guys talk about tits as if they're the be all, end all. I mean the world rises and sets on talking about tits. Lisa had those in great big handfuls. She was secretary to the S in S&W, often stopping in the mail room to "talk to the boys" as she called us.
I'm the only one who's close to that category. Just eighteen and out of high school on my first job. Being raised in the Mt. Pleasant area doesn't exactly guarantee you an education and a trip to the executive suites of GE, which is what made Schenectady famous.
So, when the guys dared me to take her out, actually they'd said something a little more raunchy, "Cowboy, you need to get laid, and if you laid on that, you'd die and go to heaven."
I don't approve of guys talking like that, because Lisa was a nice lady. She just seemed to have been cursed with headlights that made very guy get tight in the crotch.
So we met at Central Park. The guys call me cowboy because of the big silver buckle on my belt. You know, one of those things that looks like it weighs a ton. My uncle from Arizona sent it to me for Christmas when I was sixteen.
I completed the image by going over to a tattoo parlor in Albany and having Indian Chiefs and warriors jabbed into my skin.
I don't look like I should be wearing tattoos. I still look sixteen (I looked fourteen when I was sixteen.) I have the kind of cute face that girls swoon over, but nobody ever spread their legs for me before. My belt carries out the Indian theme; living as we do in the Mohawk Valley I suppose that was inevitable. The belt has a wampum design on it.
The buckle is a damned nuisance when you have to bend over and lift boxes from the hand truck to the conveyer and back again. I sometimes have lines in my stomach.
Anyway, we met at Central Park, both coming in our separate cars. I guess it was a date.
That's when I saw Lisa with her hair down. It must have been all the way down to her hips (pretty wide hips too, and the ass was classic).
She was wearing a summer dress with flowers on it and pantyhose in a suntan shade. She looked gorgeous. I stared at her tits as she approached. They jiggled. Up and down and from side to side.
My mouth watered a little. We were supposed to go out for supper at The Crystal over in Glenville. A nice place, but she said she hadn't been swimming since she was a girl. So we met here first.
The park had calmed down, since it was so close to supper break for most people. We found the swings. They had bright yellow and red pipes with colored ropes. I suppose that attracted the kids.
She sat easily in the leather strap, her hands gripping the rope, feet kicking. "I'm going to have to dust my shoes off. I forgot how dusty parks are."
"That's all right, you can use me for a dust rag." I was wearing my cowboy kerchief, the bright red kind. My jeans were designer. My shirt had a western yoke.
She grabbed my kerchief and pulled me close to her, her foot going up between my legs, "You're cute, you know that."
I guess it was my innocent blue eyes. But she was taken with me.
I gave the standard reply, which had got me nowhere in the past. "So everybody says."
"And what does everybody do?" She leaned forward, her tits struggling to break loose from whatever was holding them back. With a quick upward twist of her head, she kissed me full on the lips, as her foot came up between us, touching my cock bulge right where I was-most sensitive.
I felt the air flood out of my nostrils. But she wouldn't let me go. She kept kissing and massaging my crotch with her knee.
Finally, I broke away and scurried around to the back of the swing, giving her a push. Her lush tush hung over the edge of the leather seat. I pushed on that.
God she had a full butt. My dick began to crawl. While she was on the up cycle, I looked down, reached under my belt and put my cock into a more comfortable position under my wide buckle. When I looked up, she was staring back at me through her carpet of flying hair.
I had a hardon all during supper. Since we lived in such different directions, she in Amsterdam, twelve miles north of Scotia, and me in Mt. Pleasant we decided to drive ourselves. She had a van. Can you imagine? A woman with a sex wagon?
Now, I have this fantasy about older women (25 was older to me). You know, they seduce you, teach you the ropes ... that kind of thing. The Crystal is on a little stream running over shale. We could hear it bubbling as we walked back to our vehicles. "Want to see my van?"
Here was the pitch.
"The guys tell me you have tattoos. You look kinda young to have tattoos, Cowboy. Too young to have ridden anything."
I hoped I wasn't thinking dirty, because if I wasn't, something was going to happen. The older woman was going to have me in the back of her van. My dick shot up again. She leaned me up against the side of her Chevy and kissed me again, her hands on my belt buckle for support.
I could feel her fingers working and working. I looked around. We were under a tree which sheltered us from the full scrutiny of the security lights.
She smacked off my lips and said, "Hmm, those were as tasty as I thought they would be." She touched my lips and ran a finger down my chest.
My shorts were binding my nuts by then.
Once again, her hands were on my belt buckle. "Careful," I said, "there's a monster in there."
She laughed. "I've been watching it grow and shrink all evening. Maybe we should take it out and give it a little air."
I looked around in panic. Was she going to play with me right here in the parking lot?
Her fingers seemed to have that intention because they wedged between my belt buckle and my jeans, then my shorts.
Her long red nails scratched my pubic hair. God, I was getting really hot for her. I reached up and touched one of those magnificent boobs. It was as stiff as they come.
I mean muscular.
Firm.
Heavy. I leaned toward her and kissed the concealed nipple. Her body pressed against mine as her hand jammed down into my crotch. I was on fire, and only a few things would put it out. Her hand was doing just fine, the soft pads of her fingers moving back and forth over my cockhead.
She looked right into my eyes. "You ever fucked before?"
There was the question.
She was far too worldly for me to lie to her, so I said, "No, ma'am."
"OK, cowboy. Now's the time to learn. Let's climb in the saddle and take a ride."
We climbed in the back of the van instead.
She had a regular whorehouse in there. After lighting some incense, she pulled off my black tooled boots. My dick was being strangled under the belt buckle, which had a wicked dip in the center, which was cutting off the blood flow, but not the hardness.
God, my balls were practically squeaking.
Then she took of my shirt, running her fingers over the Indians. She liked the one above my tit the most.
Then she liked the tit, because she licked down and around and around it. Boy; my nipple got harder than my cock if you can believe that.
While she licked, I noticed that she was fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. Then I saw the white gleam of a bra.
More fumbling.
There they were.
Those beautiful tits. We pressed our bare chests together. I felt as if two globes of the world were rolling around on my chest. Her nipples found mine again and again. We squashed together.
Not wanting to make a fool of myself, I didn't become very aggressive. After all, a woman like this knew the ways of love ... what was I but a kid pretending to be a cowboy.
Boy she rode me. She hiked her skirt up and pressed her leg between mine. Pushed so that her knee was practically lifting my balls up to my navel. Maybe an exaggeration, but what a feeling.
She wiggled her legs from side to side, alternately crushing and releasing my cock. Not that it hurt. Far from it. I felt that one more wiggle and I was going to have my shorts full of cream.
"Let's see what's in here." Lisa began to fumble with the belt buckle, her thumbs pressing against my dick. If she'd moved just a little higher, it would have been all over for me.
Poor dumb virgin that I was.
She managed the buckle. I suppose she had had a lot of practice. Then the flaps.
I'd worn just plain white underwear. Cowboys are supposed to be flamboyant and all that, but my mom would have objected if I had gone to the fashion underwear.
Apparently it wasn't my shorts that interested Lisa but what was in them, because she began to rub her hands on either side of the still covered cock, the thumbs making great body shaking swaths up and down my cum tube.
"Careful," I warned.
She leaned forward and kissed me, pressing her tits against me again so that I thought of nothing else.
I didn't notice she had my cock in her hand until we broke apart. "This feels nice. I didn't eat desert in there, because I wanted to eat you out here."
So, she'd planned this seduction.
I lay back, proud that she'd picked me out. She kissed down my belly, her breasts swinging from side to side adding to the thrill.
"Lift."
I lifted. She stripped my shorts away and sighed. "That thing's is a gorgeous as you are." I blushed.
Her mouth came over my cockhead like a cloud of rain. Soft and warm at the same time. My balls were in one gigantic uproar.
I'd never been sucked before. Never fucked before. My hand was my only companion.
She took me deep into the back of her throat making mooning noises all the time. I knew I must have something pretty special for her to act like that. She slurped off.
"Want to see what that thing fits in," she asked.
Did I.
My balls ached for a look at her cunt.
As I watched she undid the belt on her dress, it was pretty much off anyhow, and then pushed it out of the way. She lay beside me on the van mattress. I looked. The security lights gave me enough of a view. I laid my palm on her mound. It was all warm and pulsing.
"Go ahead, roll my pantyhose down."
I got up on one elbow and leaned over. I could smell her pussy there. It must practically be bubbling by now ... at least based on how desperately she'd give me head.
As I rolled, I looked. It was a long pelt of pussy hair. Long and fine. She lifted her ass so I could expose the whole thing. I leaned in close. There was a kind of glistening between the lips.
I poked an inquisitive finger at the top. A kind of knob met my finger pad. I played around with it, not wanting to hurt her. Instead, I really made her moan.
So I played some more.
My free hand went to my cock, which I stroked in time with my pokings. Down the slot I went. My finger felt something like a hole. I crooked it and found an opening, which I proceeded to play in and around. More moans from Lisa.
She gasped, "You got me so hot, I'm about to wet your finger."
I pulled out as if I was going to be arrested for breaking and entering. She put a hand around my hand as I jerked on my dick. "How about putting that where you finger was?"
Unable to speak, all I could do was nod.
Lisa grabbed me by the hips and had me kneel between her legs which went up over my shoulder. I bent my cock down. It was too hard to bend that far. She grabbed me by the shoulders so I was leaning over.
I made contact with the warmth of her box. Then I was in it.
God, nothing I'd done with my hand had prepared me for this. I only took about ten strokes when I lost it.
Apparently that was all right with Lisa because her moans became screams. I was sure the whole restaurant would flood out into the parking lot to watch.
"Wow, you really cum, cowboy."
"My first ride."
"But not your last. At least not with me. I'm going to enjoy teaching you what to do." I knew I was going to enjoy it too. scene.
* * *
Monica cools her anger.
Damn those guys. I'm glad I drove my own car to Central Park for our after work picnic. Rick was being a prick ... except I didn't get it. We'd been on the merry-go-round. Not one of those big kind with the horses and the organ music. Schenectady wasn't that lucky. But one of those little ones that parks have. Places for six kids to hold onto the bar, push and go round and round. I usually get dizzy on them. I did this time too.
Worse, Rick the no go prick really dug in and I found myself sprawled on the ground, my new designer jeans, in red mind you, stained green. I looked like an unsuccessful Xmas tree.
Rick the little dick apologized, of course, but that didn't help. Neither did the drinks at the One Horse. A kind of cowboy bar on upper State. Nothing helped. And I knew Rick ... get a couple of drinks in him and he can't get it up.
And he won't use his tongue.
Too macho to show a lady a good time. I'd call him a prick, but that would only give him more credit than he'd deserve.
So ... I was a little drunk when I left the bar without a cowboy to ride me. Unlike Rick, a few drinks sets my pussy to throbbing like a sore finger after you hit it with a hammer.
I had dirty thoughts. Dreams of big dicks danced in my head. I kneed Rick in the groin when he made what I knew was going to be an ineffective pass at me and headed on out to my car.
The bar is up near Brandywine. I dragged my hand along the sleek lines of my Corolla. My fingers were black. My lovely white car was soiled with Schenectady grime and pollution.
I guess I wasn't thinking too straight by that time. I wanted to get a car wash. Right now! I'm a creature of impulse. And at that moment turning my car from black back into its white virgin purity was top priority.
I swung around the comer of Brandywine and State ... I seem to remember there's a car wash there. I drove up into the place. It was strangely dark. I didn't realize it was after one AM in the morning.
What respectable car wash would be open at that time of night? Or even a disreputable car wash?
I didn't see the door until I nearly ran into it. I stopped fast enough to jar my teeth and break the strap on my bra. My tits have to put up with a lot, but jerking forward that fast was too much for them and the strap.
When my head stopped bobbing back and forth, I noticed that the lights were on inside. My lights were out ... somehow. You know how you do things when you're drunk that you wouldn't do ordinarily.
I peered through the windshield.
Nothing.
Yes ... something.
There was an incredibly handsome guy standing in the middle of the bay. He was wearing a bright red muscle shirt (we were color coordinated anyway). He had a big sponge in his hand and was soaping up his body with it.
Dressed?
This guy was off the wall.
I watched him soap himself up. He was really gorgeous. One of those natural blonds (guys don't usually dye their hair). Long hair too. Big shoulders.
Big chest. Big....
I got out of the car and pressed my nose against one of the window panes like some little kid at an old fashioned candy counter. He was wearing cutoffs which, if cut off much more, would have been useless in concealing anything. As it was, they were puffed out.
I watched my midnight self-molester rub the sponge over his crotch. The foam was particularly thick there, but even a half blind drunk like me could see that he had a cock in there.
And that cock was as hard as a tailpipe. I would have said rock, but that's a cliche. As a technical writer for GE, I have to avoid cliches in my writing.
So he played with his tail pipe. Actually exhaust pipe.
I wonder if it was exhausted already, or just on the way up.
He glanced toward the window. I backed up so quick the back of my legs hit the bumper on my dirty white car. When my dream blond didn't see anything, he rolled up his muscle shirt. I was practically drooling by then.
What a chest.
I wanted to press my 44's against him. Oooh, how I wanted to press.
Since nobody was around, I stripped off my Tech Writer's Do It By the Book T-shirt. Somebody at the office thought that was funny. I was giggling myself as my now useless bra slipped down my body and joined the T-Shirt on the ground by my left front tire.
Blondie was working on his zipper.
My fingers itched to do that job myself. But since I was a good thirty feet away, that would have been difficult. And what guy has a thirty foot cock anyhow. They claim to have one that long, but we know what liars men are.
I watched as he popped the top button. My mouth went dry with anticipation. Then the other buttons one by one. What a cunt tease he was.
I followed his gestures, though my designer's didn't have any buttons. The zipper on my fly went down the same length with each of his flips.
Looking around again, Blondie pushed his jeans down. That's when I saw it. His cock.
God it was absolutely beautiful, and as hard as my latest cliche ... exhaust pipe. I bet it wouldn't have fitted into an exhaust pipe. My cunt pulsed as if to assure me it would fit in there just fine.
He bent over and to the side to pick up the soapy sponge, that's when I got a good look at his ass. What a nice ass for riding a cock into a girl. I drooled. So did my pussy.
He soaped up his groin. I watched as his dick pointed straight out. Now, I couldn't even guess how long it was. Let's just say it was a lady pleaser.
And was I pleased.
My jeans, green stain and all, slid to the macadam drive. I kicked up and caught them. Ever have an incredible urge to do something. I mean something wild and wonderful ... beyond trying to get your car washed at 2 AM?
I wanted to wash my jeans.
Right now.
Before the grass stain set. (It had been "sitting" since 8 PM after the accident.)
So, without thinking any more about it, I grabbed my jeans, marched to the door in the side of the bay and slipped in.
Blondie wasn't paying attention to anything but his cock. He had his foamy hands wrapped around it and was jerking on the rod as if he wanted to come off any second.
Which is probably what he had in mind. Just as I stepped into the center of the bay, he reached up, pulled a chain and looked up.
I did too. Holy Christ, we were going to be washed. The water, just the right temperature to make you want to lie back and pig out in its warmth, sprayed on us.
I watched the soap foam down out of his closed eyes. Watched the foam line move down his body, around his cock, which bounced and waved as if in grateful relief.
The suds flowed down his balls which were up tight against his body. No droopy sac for my Blondie. He did his hair carefully. I could tell that was his pride and joy; I mean beside his dick which I hoped would be my pride and joy.
Shit, my British Knights were going to get wet. I didn't care. I stepped closer to Blondie, lifted up on my toes, and put my hand under his dick to get it in the right position.
Blondie's hands paused. He was rubbing more suds into his tresses. The guy stopped right in mid stroke, as if he didn't believe what he was feeling.
I stood on my tiptoes and lowered my cunt. Shit. I missed. His wide headed dick slipped up my cunt lips, plowing into my clit ... sending bright lights into the back of my head.
I readjusted and came down on his rod again. I'd squeezed his balls and that made his dick jump up more toward his stomach.
Bulls eye. Right up my cunt. Ohhhh, I shivered even though the water was plenty warm.
Without opening his eyes, Blondie began to fuck up into me. He knew what he was doing. And he had the muscles to do it with.
I watched his wet stomach ripple as he fucked me. Then I glanced up. His eyes were open. They were like blank blue pools at the moment. His mouth was slightly open and dribbling out of the corners. I don't know if that was because of the spray or because he was drooling.
I thought he might be drooling for my tits, so I lifted them.
He looked at them. They are kind of amazing. Then he took the sponge which he still held behind his back, and covered them with soap.
What a kinky feeling.
He didn't stop fucking me; no not my Blondie. He was ambidextrous or something. He could do two things at once anyhow ... fuck my pussy and wash my boobs at the same time.
That felt good. Especially when the soft sponge boinged my nipples, He boinged them until I was sure I'd add a tit flow from my nipples to the general rush of bubbles and water.
He dropped the sponge and pulled me towards him. My big melons crushed against his chest. We were both squeaky wet by this time.
His cock was squeaking too between my cunt lips and up into my body as far as it would go ... which was pretty far.
"Hi, Angel."
My name's Monica, but who was quibbling at that moment. He lifted one of my tits and began to lick it in places his sponge hadn't reached ... like UNDER them. Then Blondie fastened his heavy lips over my nipple and really went to town.
I kept my hips twisting from side to side. His fat cock followed my every moment like the champion it was. God, he found spots with that thing that I didn't even know that I had. And haven't had touched since by anybody else.
"Boy, lady. These are some tits."
"It's in return for your cock. That's some cock."
"I've grown attached to it."
You know how you are when you're a little drunk. I laughed. Quivering from head to toe, with a lot of quivers of my breasts against his chest.
Blondie held me tight. "Careful. I don't want to cum yet."
"Ok by me."
He did my tits some more. The sponge was soft. His tongue very rough and persistent. I knew I must be leaking from the nipples by now. My pussy was leaking around his dick to add to the general flow of things around us.
Suddenly the water stopped. Two big hoses right in front of us came on. I was chilly and then hot as our bodies dried. He pulled his dick out and held it and his nuts toward the flow. When he was dry there, he pushed me in front of him and held my tits up to the dryer.
The heat stopped. Only Blondie didn't. He said, "Let's go behind the counter. I sleep out here. I got a bed. I want to really fuck you."
I grabbed him by his cock. There was a gooey wet spot in the middle of the cock eye, so I knew he wasn't kidding.
We were in bed in a flash. Blondie had my legs around his neck and that lovely dick into me before I knew what happened.
All the sweat we worked up. God he was hot and I was hot and the room was hot. Then he grunted. "Here it comes."
I clamped around his rod like a piranha on a victim. It flared and grew harder than exhaust pipe firmness. Then he blew a gasket, or whatever engines blow, and his jiz shot up so far into me I thought I might gargle any second.
He began to whistle like my teakettle does in the morning as his cream flowed.
Wow, were we wet.
"Got a quarter?"
"A quarter?"
"Yeah, I need to plug the machine."
I found the quarter, he plugged the machine, and we got another wash. The sponge was almost too much to bear when he washed my cunt. He practically turned to jelly when I washed his cock.
We dried off and then after I explained my situation, he agreed to do my car, if I had some more quarters.
It was a great night. And that's when I switched my affections from Rick the little dick to Dick, the big dick. Lucky accident.
CHAPTER THREE
By Brian Amberg, carpenter
The union assigned her to me to train. They'd just lost a court case about their percentage of women actually doing construction. And to tell the truth, Sally was a better carpenter from the first day than I would ever be.
But I couldn't let her know that. Nor could I let her know how much I liked and admired her. As a man I still thought I had to be the boss. As a man, she could have sued my ass off if I made a pass at her. So it was stalemate. At least that's what I thought.
We were working overtime on a job in Central Park. Somebody with money had got the idea that what the kids of Schenectady needed was a tree house. Not one of those platforms with a couple of sheets for a roof. But a real house.
Some guy in Minnesota had built a complicated one in his backyard, which actually took up three threes. So this public benefactor provided the funds and his own diagram. We took up five trees. Tomorrow was going to be the dedication. Our patron had the bright idea of hanging a kind of shroud around his wooden fantasy. That would drop away tomorrow if we got the last set of stairs in place.
Well we were hamerin' away, me behind Sally watching that beautiful butt of hers work as she swung her 12 ounce hammer. I wasn't even thinking of sex. That's the best way.
Don't think.
Then if it happens, that's a surprise.
I took off my union cap and scratched my hair. My hair was bleached from a previous job. I checked my watch. Six PM. There would go my date. She wasn't a goer anyhow.
I handed Sally up the final riser. We were in the last room of this tree mansion. Sally pushed aside the drape and looked down. "Wow, what a view. Wonder if the kids will be OK?"
I pointed out the nets that had been installed for any little buggers who fell over the edge.
"Yeah, and they'll probably jump off into them just for the thrill of it."
"Naw, one of the guards'll grab them by their shorts ...."
"Or panties. Tree housing isn't exactly a male sport you know." She sat on the top step and I few below her. I looked down at the brown buttons of my sand colored shirt, felt the sweat pouring down my armpit and along my arm. I hooked a thumb in a belt loop and glanced at the leaves.
She looked around as if amazed at the beauty of the place, and she was right. Then she said, "You know ... A coed tree house is where I lost it."
I knew what it was right away. She'd never talked dirty or anything. There was a wistfulness in her voice, as if she was remembering something too long ago to be clear, though she wasn't all that old.
I looked up at her again. She wore a blue workingman's shirt which was too big for her.
I was glad of that.
Sometimes the sun caught her just right and I could see her tits in shadow. She never wore a bra. My mouth always watered on those occasions.
She spread her legs ... the fabric of her faded jeans tightened. That's when I saw her pussy mound in sharp outline. You know ... the swelling. I could practically see the lips parting. Shit, my cock started to crawl down my pant leg so I closed my crotch, trying to keep it under control. But, it wanted to control me.
"Yeah ... it was Howard. Funny, sunny Howard. Always laughing. We were cleaning up after a party. Guys and gals did everything in our club. Except fuck, as far as I knew. Our tree house had partial walls of construction sheeting we'd liberated one dark night, the aluminum side faced out.
"Howard and I were bending over picking up paper plates, popcorn, crushed aluminum cans. He was right beside me. My tits were a pretty good size then and I'd unbuttoned my shirt."
I glanced up. She was following the thread of her story, unbuttoning her shirt again.
I gaped.
Then gasped.
Her tits were absolutely gorgeous. A nipple came into view as she continued her story, "Yep Howard got an eyeful. I heard him gasp, then kind of pant, moving closer to me. I looked where he was looking and then glanced down at his pants. The guy had a hardon just from seeing a tit.
"What would he do when he saw the rest of it. So, prick tease that I am, I stood up and popped the top button of my jeans. Then slid the zipper down. I wasn't wearing any panties. My mother never liked that much."
She stood up. I was at a very low angle now and could see the bottom curves of her breasts and both nipples now. They were up and getting redder.
She must have really been caught up in her story, because she proceeded to unzip and push her jeans away. Her bush was darker than her brown hair, that I could tell immediately.
"When Howie got a look at my pussy he began to drool at the lips and play with himself. So I did the same."
As I watched, Sally spread her cunt lips with her fingers, and poked the middle one inside.
"Well, that got old Howie all horny. He stepped closer."
I was going up the steps myself. I could smell her snatch and it pulled me like a magnet to it. I knelt so that my face was right at the slit.
She took her fingers away and put her palm on the back of my head as she said, 'Howie honey, you want to eat a little hair pie?' Well, he was down on his knees lapping up my cunt as if this was his first and last opportunity to enjoy one of the premier dishes in the world. Boy, did he have a tongue."
I tried to show her how good my tongue was. She said, "Nearly as good as your tongue is Bryan. Nearly. Dig a little deeper and I'll tell you some more."
I dug. Dug so far I was sure my tongue would pop out of her mouth any second.
"Well, here I was eighteen and getting my pussy licked by a guy who was learning fast."
My tongue fluttered in her opening, pushing the folds aside. I tried to point it like a cock. Like my cock in fact.
My dick had swelled up into a gnarly log of hot flesh. I wiggled in my jeans to make more room. The silver buttons were under quite a strain.
"So Howie, keeping the tongue action going, began to paw at his crotch as if in desperation. I suppose a guy gets as desperate for action as a girl. I'm lucky, I have a finger when I can't find a cock."
Sally pushed a finger in beside my tongue. It wasn't too crowded, she kind of scratched my point as I lapped.
"So I said, Better get that thing out Howie before it breaks off. Well he looked up at me like a grateful dog and unzipped. We'd played a few little games of look what I got, but nothing had prepared me for Howie. His cock was the same color as a hot dog, except it was all juicy at the tip as if it had been grilled too long."
My balls ached so bad I could hardly bear it, so I popped my buttons and pushed my jeans down as I knelt there on the new wood.
A breeze stirred the tent covering and fluffed up the hair on my legs and groin. I began to play with myself as I dug into Sally's pussy. She was steaming too, the sweat popping out between her legs.
"Well, Howie began to jerk himself off. That's when I decided that a hot dog might just hit the spot, so I pulled him up and knelt down myself."
I waited for her to pull me up, my hand beating a steady tattoo on my cock.
She didn't.
My balls kind of sagged, but I kept up the beat."
"Well, I'll tell you, no frankfurter ever tasted as good. Not even an Oscar Meyer. I licked him clean until there wasn't any of that funky taste guys have between their legs after they've been thinking about getting off for a long time.
"Then I began to work on his balls. I don't know how guys feel about their nuts, but I love them rolling around in my mouth. His were among the best I've ever had ... though those looked pretty good. What did you do, grow bark on your dick?"
The fact that she was actually talking to me made my hand stop. My gaze refocused from her hair pie to her lips. She didn't wear lipstick on the job, but something had made them redder than usual.
She turned her head from side to side as if remembering that time in the tree house. Her blonde pony tail bounced and swung back and forth across her shoulders.
She took her finger out from beside my tongue and sighed. "Let me see that thing closer."
I stepped up onto the platform and she passed me, holding onto the handrail. She went down just enough steps to be at cock level. Her hand came out and touched my dick. "Hmmmm. That skin's so soft, but you got a real hardon under it."
Sally jerked me off in the tree house. I could hear the rustling of the leaves. They got noisier and quieter like poplars do in a wind storm.
That's the way my balls got too as she alternately pulled on my wang and released it. She squeezed and jerked. My balls were getting uncomfortable ... which was a great feeling in the situation.
I watched her as she used a finger on herself. I didn't want her to pop, I wanted to get into that, since my tongue already knew the way and taste.
"Well, I'd barely touched Howie down there...." she continued the story, only she did more than touch me.
She let her fingers do the talkin'.
She had just the right beat.
Some girls, well, they can't feel how a man feels. But not Sally. She had my balls swinging to just the right beat in about six strokes...." Howie couldn't take it very long. I had to move way to the side when he shot off. He splatted against the side walls. Then I held his dick up and he nearly shot to the roof, though that was low, not like here." She raised her hand and raked it down my body, leaving sex trails.
"So, I never did get to suck him off that first time.
"I got all the guys in the group before I got done. Then this job came up. I was afraid that you'd never go for me."
She looked up and I looked down. She smiled.
Her lips were all coated with spit where she'd been licking them she was so hot for my cock, "So, it's OK if I get you off?"
I was almost there and blind with sweat and need. "Christ, yes. As long as you don't sue the union."
"No intention buddy boy. Just want your cock."
She went down on me. And I mean down. Her chin was pushing up on my balls by the time she got through. I was so hard I barely bent far enough to get as far as she wanted to take me.
Her throat did a massage on my cockhead.
"Shees ...."
She traveled up to my tip faster than her hammer bounced back off a nail. Her lips were munching under my cockhead while her tongue drove me crazy.
The sap was flowing ... better than any in the trees.
My jiz shot out like a whole hive of angry bees. I could feel the buzzing in my balls. I could barely see what she was doing to herself, but I could feel her finger working as she sucked her cheeks together.
Then I was done.
She was nursing me dry, her finger going in her cunt. She took her mouth off my dick and screamed. "Wooohee."
Wonder how many guys would be as lucky in the tree house as I was? scene
* * *
Laura Sebring finds her own fountain
I like fountains. Especially fountains with colored light displays. And big gushes of water. I don't know if that's phallic or not. But to see the water spurt high and then drop again gives me a thrill ... right between the legs, if you know what I mean.
So, that's why I go to Central park after dark to watch the colored lights play on the freedom fountain. During the day, I'm a planning executive with GE, at night I'm just a little farm girl looking for a thrill.
Paolo was certainly a thrill. I don't know if he comes to the park to watch the fountain, but he apparently likes to pick ladies up. Me, for example.
He's a hairy Italian, from Naples, who was going to Union College for a technical education.
And beautiful.
That lovely nose.
The dark hair and dark eyes. When I saw him at the fountain he was wearing a really white muscle shirt. It was as white as his teeth, and they sparkled like the stars in the sky.
I grow rhapsodic.
But Paolo (Paul) was a hunk and a half ... maybe two.
When I first caught his eye across the fountain, the center column had gone up to its full height, with the lights changing and then dropped. I followed the column down, and there he stood. He was wearing jeans with red suspender no less. His dark skin glistened with moisture, the wind was blowing his way. He looked like one of those beautiful men in the 16th Century portraits. Or the Ignudi on the Sistine Chapel.
I edged around the fountain. Apparently he had found a resonance in me too, because he edged my way. We met about half way around. "You enjoy the fountain, Signora?"
"Actually Signorina. But yes. You're from Italy?"
"Not exactly just off the boat, I know how things go in the US of A."
"And how do they go for you?"
"Not as good as I would wish. The girls, they seem afraid of me."
"Maybe it's because you're too big?"
He looked down between his legs and smiled, "Not too big, but big enough."
I blushed. "I mean, too muscular. The ladies can admire a muscleman from a distance, but they find them intimidating."
"But I am so gentle." He slipped his beefy arm around my waist and drew me closer to him so that our hips touched.
What a jolt that was. His body was so warm and ... well beautiful. I inhaled, smelling the water and his cologne. Something Italian I'm sure. Amore, probably.
We talked for a long time, and somehow he got me to go with him back to the dorms at Union. The campus was so quiet. On the weekends in summer everybody goes someplace else to get out of Schenectady.
We were in his room and he was showing me pictures of his family. The Italians really have a thing for family.
I was sitting on his bed and he standing over me. In addition to his fascinating cologne, I could smell his crotch. After all, it was almost in my face at the time.
I kept staring at the dark folds of denim, but couldn't see anything very much. Not that I was hot and horny ... particularly. Just normally.
He sat beside me and bent forward. That's when I saw that he was wearing some kind of peculiar underwear. I mean not the kind of thing you see on American guys. Seemed to be long legged shorts if you know what I mean. He straightened up and his muscle shirt crept up his belly, showing the forest of dark hair.
I twirled a couple of strands between my fingers. "My, you're hairy." That was a dumb thing to say, but I wasn't thinking too clearly, because Paolo exuded such animal magnetism that I was drawn into his orbit and mentally began to whirl around him.
"You like my underwear?" He certainly was direct.
I gulped and said the first thing that came into my head, "I've never seen anything like it before. Not that I'm an underwear aficionado." It was a lame ending.
"You want to see more?" He stood up and lifted the muscle shirt, pulling it over his broad shoulders and tossing it on the bed. Then he stood right in front of me, the red suspenders scraping against his legs. His whole body took on an aura.
I admired his chest. Well, more than admired it, I played with it for a few moments.
Minutes actually.
He was breathing pretty heavily by then. His eyes clouded over like a sudden storm on an Italian lake. My hands touched the button at his waist. "Do it, Laura. Take a look at my underwear. Then you'll know."
The buttons slipped through the soft fabric so easily. Then I spread the flaps. He had assumed a wide legged stance as I undressed him, a kind of David. The jeans slipped down his hairy legs to his calves.
Paolo's shorts were very strange. Like bicycle rider's trunks, but made out of pure white cotton.
And under that pure white cotton? . I touched the pouch that held his cock inside. He was a little hard. Just a little.
I stepped very close, cupping his nuts and opening my mouth for his tongue.
He was on me in a moment, tongue and lips gnawing at my tongue and lips. It was very exciting for me. So exciting that my panties began to feel damp. I allowed my hand to play with his cock while we kissed. It was a thick one, that much I could tell. He was making sounds and saying "Bellisimi" or something like that. My Italian spelling is none to good. His dick grew harder and harder in my hand until I just had to reach into his shorts and touch it.
His belly pulled back to allow my hand into his crotch.
And there it was. Gnarled, I guess you could call it. And as I stroked him, his prick grew harder and longer, leaving a hot train along my palm. I knew he would be leaking any moment from my attentions.
"You are very good, Signorina. Very good indeed. What more do you want to do?" Paolo's voice was very tight and his lips as red as a cherry's by now. His dick had grown to its full length and was squirming in my hand.
I pulled out and pulled his shorts down.
And there it was.
A dark sex weapon of good size and shape. My mouth began to water. I spit into my hand and twisted around his rod a couple of times, while he chanted Italian sweet nothings.
He said, "May I?"
Paolo was so polite and so much more sexy for it, at least to me. I nodded. He began to undo my blouse. Then he unhooked my bra, and finally buried his dark face in my tits, his mouth and tongue working over ever inch of their surface.
The most thrilling part was when he nibbled on my nipples as if they were tasty strawberries.
My hand wasn't quiet. I was jerking on his dick in a slow, sensuous way, hoping to get him excited enough to fuck me.
He was on my waistband and then into my panties, his fingers sliding and twisting over my pussy and into it.
Then we were naked, except for a running shoes, pressed together with his firm cock leaving a hot imprint on my belly. He moved from side to side and his dick hair entangled with my cunt hairs. His cock pressed into my slot and I opened to cover the bottom half with my cunt lips.
He began to move his ass up and down in a jiggling kind of motion so that his prick was sliding in my crack from bottom to top. His dickhead poked against my clit, lifting it up on the up stroke, and pulling it back on the down stroke.
At 6'2" and 200 pounds he had the advantage on me, but I had the cunt that he wanted to get into. I reached between us and bent his dick down into a good position, he squatted slightly until his dickhead was pressed against my opening.
Then he wiggled and the cock sank all the way into to the root.
What a wonderful, full feeling. And he knew how to use his dick too. I backed up until my legs were against the bed, then I circled him in a bear hug as we tumbled back onto the bed itself.
All the time, he was making little strokes into my body and out again.
I lay on my hip, one leg up and he half knelt, half lay on the bed. I looked down and watched his cock jam in and out. I could feel his cockhead at my cuntlips. Then he'd drive forward, sliding the whole thing into me in one forceful push.
He climbed up on the bed a little more and began to fuck in earnest. Deep fast strokes. I tightened around his dick until he was moaning with passion and need.
I wasn't exactly passive myself. I threw my head back and rotated my head, my auburn hair making a fiery cloud around my face.
Paolo was a considerate lover.
Not that he asked what I needed, he just seemed to know.
He must have had his skin too, because when his dick reached my entrance, I could feel the bunch there.
We were both moaning by the time we were only a few minutes into the fuck.
Paolo's skin flushed from dark to brown to rust color as he fucked me. He began to jiggle at the same time as he stroked.
I, for my part, met his every stroke and developed some little tricks of my own.
"Santa Maria...." he said.
I knew he must be close, because his dick was harder than ever and seemingly bigger. I could hear his balls slapping as he drove into me again and again.
My eyes went out about then. I couldn't see anything, but I could feel.
Feel his hands on my tits.
Feel his lips nibbling the nubs.
Again and again he drove into me. I began to moan way in the back of my throat. The moan grew to a scream of ecstasy as my Italian stud plowed my cunt. This country girl was really getting fucked.
Then he began to mumble.
The mumble turned to a flood of Italian.
Then the flood of words turned into a flood of cum as his dick expanded and began to shoot. I hung on, my teeth clanking together from the strokes.
His hot fluid shot up into me in jerks and starts. And with each jerk, he moaned. Finally, he bit my ear lightly and lay against me, his hairy chest leaving imprints on my nipples.
He stretched out, then pulled on. "Belissime, cara. That was wonderful. Wonderful."
I felt him shrinking inside me. Finally he dropped out.
I kissed his Roman nose and his dark eyes in gratitude. We were both very relaxed.
We meet at the fountain every Friday night and pick each other up all over again. We try a different approach each time. Sometimes I'm the aggressor. Sometimes he. Sometimes were play for a long time before we make a move. But at the end there is always that wonderful cock and those beautiful muscles sweating over me to give me pleasure.
And behind my eyes I see the fountain in its wild colors spurting up into the air and then falling again.
Paolo has one more year in college. Then? Who knows? We're talking about moving in together. To have that beautiful man around all the time? I don't know if I can stand it. I'd be grabbing him by his suspenders and throwing him down on the bed six times a day or more.
Maybe it's better this way. Denying ourselves until Friday and then working out all our tensions with each other.
I suppose the thing I like most about Paolo, besides his undeniably sexy ways, is that he's not the ass pinching Italian kind that I remember from my trip there. But a willing boy, wanting to please his partner.
You don't find many men like that these days. They all want to prove what "men" they are, and only succeed in proving what stupid animals they can be.
Ah, I hear Paolo on the stairs. He must have had trouble parking my car.
I hope he'll be hard from me when he gets here. I want to suck him off and then get fucked until I'm exhausted.
Monday's planning meeting won't seem so awesome then. I can withstand anything if I have Paolo with me or in me.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mitch meets his match.
I don't know as I approve of lady weight lifters. At least not the extreme ones, but as coach at the Central Park Pavilion, I don't have the choice. If the broads show up, I have to work with them.
Next they'll be wantin' a Harley Davidson like me. They're already wearing jeans that show a lot of skin. Fortunately, the laws prevent them from baring their chests in public.
Still, Betty was an exception. Dumb name, Betty, but not a dumb gal by any means. I think she wanted to get into my pants from the first day. I just didn't put the pieces together.
Anyway, she was a real blonde, though with colors today, it's hard to tell. Those tits were real enough. I used the watch the nipples squash and release as she did her repetitions.
Well, we got kind of friendly. You know, the back slapping, nudging kind of friendship. I was having trouble with my regular and Betty was sympathetic.
One time after work, there she was, a blond goddess in a form fitting dark blue jump suit with silver trim. She was looking at my hog, stroking the multi colored Harley Davidson lettering, across the blue, gold and orange shadows then along the surrounding flames.
She was in love with the power of my only true girlfriend.
I said, "Hi."
She said, "Hi."
I straddled the seat, the chains around my boots clinking, and zipped up all the way. I reached back for my helmet.
Some of the guys would rather die than wear the helmet, and some of them have. At any rate, she stood there, the silver on the jumpsuit and at her ears winking at me.
I said, "So, what can I do for you."
I scratched my leg were a rip in my jeans exposed the skin and black hair. A little more and I'd have been displaying something equally hairy but less legal to expose in public.
She kind of twinkled as she said, "You could give me a ride."
Now a lotta guys with a Harley don't mind giving rides to cute chicks. It improves their image and makes them look tough.
But when I give a girl a ride, I have another kind of ride in mind at the end of it.
"You sure you can afford the price?"
She reached close to my crotch, where I'd tied a red bandana to cover one of the more dangerous holes in my jeans, and plucked the kerchief. "Is that a red warning flag? Or are you trying to inflame the bull."
"You're not a bull. And if you don't go for red, that's OK by me."
She strummed the kerchief, sending warning signals into my nuts. Then she found the rip in my knee and stroked across it and up under it.
Shit, I don't know why, but my knees are the most sensitive part of my body. When you're riding your bike, they're the most exposed part of you, and a rip provides a kind of air conditioning for your nuts.
I looked her up and down, from shining hair to dark blue high tops and liked what I saw. I shrugged. "As long as you're willing to pay the price."
"I've got the fare." She slapped her pockets the silver zippers pointing right at her pussy.
Fortunately I had a second helmet. If I got arrested, I didn't want to end up in the pokey for a helmet violation.
We roared out of the parking lot. She didn't even hold on to me very much. I checked out .the rear view mirror.
Now my Harley isn't exactly designed for two. I have to slide way far forward, crouching over the engine, while the girl has to ram her back up against the seat, her crotch pressed into my ass cheeks.
I could practically feel the cunt hairs. Or maybe it was my imagination. We went up Broadway hill, past the GE and out into Guilderland. I knew a little park there were we could get acquainted.
I started to slip forward, almost burning my nuts on the engine.
Betty saved me by grabbing my kerchief and pulling me back. Her arm went around my waist and her hand dipped into my crotch.
Hell, riding a Harley is exciting enough, but having a sexy girl grope you at the same time did it for my resistance.
As the world flashed by, she dug into that dangerous rip and found my naked nuts, which she proceeded to squeeze with a kind of loving mercy that got me hard but not quite off.
I have a lot of skin on my cock, not having been cut, but it was all the way back and under my cockhead before we were half way to our destination.
I don't know what the drivers coming our way thought.
Probably envious as hell.
Her long blonde hair was streaming out from under the helmet while her hand was working me over. I was trying to concentrate on getting to our destination, where we could get it on in style.
Betty's hand was on my belly, up to the top of my jeans. She was going to unzip me.
Not that I minded.
I was hard enough that the vibrations of the machine and the stroking of her hands were getting me ready to pop like a cylinder misfiring. I was that hot.
Then her hand was inside my jeans. She found my cock on the first try. Her hand closed around it and began to stroke.
I don't know what kind of a it beat was.
Not the one I used to get off.
Slower, as if she was just teasing me.
We must have made quite a sight to the civilians. I mean, flying down the road with her hand pumping up and down between my legs. Me straining to navigate and prevent myself from shooting off.
The wind noise was too great to say anything to her. I just sighed and grunted to myself.
She found my soft spot and used her finger to turn that into another hot spot. I was sure I was going to loose it, spilling hot cum on my engine where it would sizzle and fry.
But she knew just what to do and just what not to do.
Finally, I saw the park ahead. I breathed a sigh of relief as I swung down and around the restroom block, turning off the lights and engine.
She was off the bike in a second. As I swung my leg over to get off, she grabbed it and spread. She untied the kerchief and pushed my jeans down out of the way.
I looked.
In the security light I could see my cock all shiny and wet from a nearly twenty minute tease by her hot hand.
She leaned in and planted a tender kiss right on the tip, her lips touching the cum eye and then folding around the crown where she nursed me for a few seconds.
I wanted to fuck, god damn it.
She wanted to suck.
My hand touched her helmet. Still sucking on me, Betty lifted the helmet, her golden hair cascading over her back, which was going up and down as she gave me head.
I played with her hair as she sucked. I lifted my ass off the bike, careful not to burn anything valuable.
As I stood she crouched in a different position. I pushed my jeans down over the chains and unzipped my jacket. The blue work shirt unbuttoned. I could feel the breeze against my nipples. I wanted to feel her nipples too.
While she continued to lick and suck, I unzipped the silver zipper and got to see her tits bare for the first time.
Even in the dim light, I could tell they were real and magnificent. I began to play with the nipples. It was a long stretch but worth it.
Betty found out what I liked almost immediately. She munched on my foreskin as if it were a tasty pate of some kind. Us French guys know about that. She squished the skin, twirled around it and nibbled.
"Let's fuck." I finally got up the courage to say. She slurped off, her face shining with her own saliva and hot need. "Yeah, let's do it, stud." She stepped out of her jump suit. My dick jumped. What a gorgeous bush.
Blonde like her head, only darker. I could see the promising pink of a juicy pussy underneath the curtain of hair. She spread her cunt lips and nodded to my prick. "Want to have a picnic?"
She jerked her head toward the dark green picnic table in the shadows a few feet away.
Well, I did and I didn't. I mean I was so close at that moment that I didn't think I could hold off, and if I did, I'd have such blue balls I wouldn't walk for a week or straddle my pig without pain.
"Take me off, and we'll talk about it."
Betty didn't take me off but grabbed my dick as if it were a handle of some kind of lead me over to the table.
Christ, just the jarring of my body on the ground got me closer and closer to shooting. I didn't know if we'd make the table or not.
Somehow we did.
I lay back on the table, my feet on the ground, my shoulders on the table itself. I could feel the initials of countless successful lovers against my back.
She straddled me, her feet on the bench, her pussy poised over my cock. Then something warm and wonderful surrounded my dick.
Not her lips anyhow.
Not the ones in her mouth.
This was a different kind of mouth. One with a silky lining and a wetness not due to spit.
She closed around my cock and we began to work together. Boy, did we work together. Like rider and bike ... we were one. Each with a mind of its own, but able to get there together.
Betty had a way of closing her legs and tightening just as I reached bottom that had my balls tighter than I can ever remember them being. Even the fact that they were slamming against the splintered edge of the table didn't cause me any problem.
I drove up into her, my ass bouncing on the table. I'd probably be able to read the initials in the mirror tomorrow morning.
But not now.
I didn't care about past loves and conquests, only about this one. Only about getting my nut, and pretty quick.
Betty leaned all the way forward on one in stroke and nibbled my ear. My second hot spot. Then she add the final touch. Her hands were on my knees urging me to go deeper and deeper.
That did it for me. I jammed up into her pussy and shot off like a fourth of July rocket. Christ I must have exploded inside her pussy.
And even when I stopped quivering and jerking, she continued. I'd gotten her off too.
Lifting my butt and sliding my shoulder along the table, I rotated with her still on top of me. We lay plugged together, the evening breezes drying the sweat off our bodies.
I could feel her tits against my chest. My dick started to stir again, but then, completely satisfied with its sex life, relaxed.
"Can I get a ride back to my car now," she asked, nibbling my ear lobe and stroking my knees again.
"You keep that up, and you won't get home til next Wednesday."
"Whatever would my husband say."
Then it clicked. Betty Johnson. Wife of Rob Johnson, Park Supervisor. My dick shrunk like a manicotti in hot water. My ass was in big trouble if the lady decided to say anything.
I rolled her over onto the table and began to reassemble myself. I should have take off the boots. The hole where the kerchief was had turned into a regular gaping rip. I had to turn the kerchief into a wide, flat bandage.
We didn't say anything on the way back to the park.
Didn't say anything when I pulled into the parking lot.
There was a large grey Mercedes as it only occupant. The license plate: Park-I.
"Thanks for the ride. I'll be back to workout with you again."
"In a strictly professional way?"
"If that's what you want."
"I want to keep my job. This damned thing isn't paid for yet." I slapped the silver embossed Harley Davidson shield right in the yellow middle.
She slapped the Mercedes hood. "Well, neither is this."
She kissed me on the lips. Kind of full and possessive like. I didn't much like it, but when you've given the wrong person a ride, you don't have much choice, scene.
* * *
Goldie finds it hard to believe.
Working one of the refreshment stands at Central Park during the summer is a pain in the butt, at least psychically. As a Psych major at SUNY in Albany, I tend to think in psychological terms, hidden messages and that kind of thing. Thursdays is the worst day. I had to work late Wednesday night ... you know all those interconnected drums we get the soda from? One of them leaked and we had a mess in the area. And guess who had to stay to clean it up?
Moi! (My French is about that limited.)
I was leaving and saw our resident Harley showoff and the wife of the Park's Superintend go riding off. I didn't need to be much of a psychologist to know what was going on there.
Thursday. Bad day. I have to take inventory and make sure we stocked up with enough stuff to get through the weekend. I have a couple of high school kids helping me, but they're not much help when it comes to management. I don't mean I'm not grateful for the job ... even at the state university, college costs a bundle these days.
The Coke man came by first thing and carted off the leaking tanks, replaced them, and apologize profusely.
He was kind of cute, though older.
I don't know why my mind got onto sex. I mean, I'm not fixated or anything. I don't dream of dancing penises or wake up fingering myself. Though this morning it was kind of fun, but ultimately unsatisfying because I knew I'd better hustle my buns.
Norm, the Coke man, had wrestled the last tank into position and stood up. He was sweating because the humidity was high, and even our position under the trees doesn't do much for that. "OK, Goldie, I'll be by tomorrow for the weekend order."
"You'd think they'd make weekend deliveries?"
"I don't think Coke could stand what the union would charge for that."
Norm had a nice open face. I'd seen pictures of his kids. The boy was going to be a knockout. See, there I go again ... sex.
I watched Norm move his hand truck back to his delivery truck and ease on down the road. Over to the left I saw a stirring.
Somebody had evidently slept in the Lilac bushes that backed the refreshment stand. I watched a few seconds.
First a blond head popped up.
Then a nice looking arm stretched up, followed by the torso of a young guy. Maybe about my age. And cute? Oooh. My poor little pussy practically went on boil just at the sight of him.
Big eyes, probably brown or grey if I could get close enough. Unruly hair, long in the back, and nice cheek bones. I judge a man by his cheek bones. They show character. And this guy was gorgeous.
Then he sat up entirely, took his folded jeans jacket and shook it out, and finally glanced my way. Thin but kissable lips. Mine itched. He waved back and hobbled over my way. The jeans were a good quality, Sears not one of their brand names, and not particularly worn. They were those stone washed, sky and light blue.
Gave his legs a nice look.
I deliberately avoided cruising his basket, afraid it would put me on simmer or boil depending on what I saw there.
As I said, he hobbled my direction. His brown Wellingtons had seen a lot of use and not much polish recently. He kept waving and I kept watching, sneaking a peek at his ass when he turned to look back to see if he'd dropped anything. Nice muscles, all of them well displayed by his Roebucks.
"Couldn't earn a buck yesterday," he said. "Had to sleep out. On my way to Syracuse to visit my folks. Then back out west."
He had that California blond look. His eyes were grey, but still big. He brushed the front of his pants.
My eyes looked.
The lighter and darker blue made a more than interesting pattern.
He kind of looked down, embarrassed and said, "Got a bathroom around?"
Without even thinking about saying no, I handed him the key to the employees washroom. We have to watch that, or people are using them for lewd and immoral purposes.
As he turned to go and I got another look at that fabulous ass. A cock driving ass. I shrugged and went back to inventory.
I'd left the door ajar so he could bring back the key. When he came up behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder, I nearly went up through the roof.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."
He smelled good. Apparently he'd clean up some, and put on his favorite cologne, Stetson ... my kind of man.
"Uhhh...." He stood on one foot then the other, like a little boy wanting to go to the bathroom, only he just had.
I knew he was hungry. "Some mangy hotdogs and old buns in the back. I was just heating some water for a cup of tea. Drop them in there, they're wrinkled."
"Like a guy who's been in the water too long?"
He didn't have to use the word, I knew he was talking about his dick. I checked it out. All nicely curled so the head poked against a light spot, with the length and width camouflaged by the stone washed design. Ahhh.
He nibbled the hotdogs as if they were fresh while we waited for a second pan of water to boil for our tea.
"Do they call you Goldie?" I nodded.
"Thought that's what the Coke man said. Nice name ... for a nice girl. My girl dumped me. That's the reason for crossing the country. Visited some friends in Pennsylvania and now home." He scratched his crotch. I looked at the T-Shirt for the fifth time (or was it fiftieth?), HARD in big open letters and then in a kind of hand written form to believe.
"What's hard to believe?"
He blushed. His already pink skin flushed to sunburned color. "My girlfriend bought it for me at one of those sex places. She said it was hard to believe." He spread his legs as if the size of it was more than he could keep packed away.
"Lucky girl."
"Not any more. Me neither. It's kind of embarrassing well ... you know ... out on the ground at night."
The water boiled, I was beginning to be hot enough to boil myself. I fetched the water and watched the tea steep. We were sitting side by side, so we had to turn to talk. Somehow we both wanted to talk at once, so I rotated on my kitchen stool and so did he.
My leg went between his and practically into his basket. We both looked down.
My turn to blush. "Wow. That would have been the end of fun times."
"Not much fun recently. A couple of offers from motorists, that didn't interest me and they didn't push."
"What kind of an offer would interest you?" My libido was speaking, I could tell that. I rubbed my legs together close to my body. Thighs actually. My pussy lips opened and closed a couple of times. I wondered if guys were as conscious of their parts ... say it girl ... cocks and balls, as I was of my pussy. I almost lived there sometimes.
"A hand would be a start." He spread wide on the stool as I leaned forward. My fingers inched along the splotches on his left leg, coming closer with each movement to his cockhead, all soft but beginning to get puffy.
I touched it, looking at his eyes. He smiled, then winced.
I said, "Too hard?"
"No too long. That feels nice."
"Is it hard to believe?"
"Never went into a comparison contest of any kind to find out."
"Can I?"
His legs spread all the way in answer as his hands gripped the edges of the stool. His eyes were on me, then on my hand.
I popped that copper colored button and drove my hand down his belly into the soft curls of his bush. He was wearing a jock of some kind, I could feel the mesh and the narrow strap, then the pouch. I adjusted until I could get into the pouch. And there it was.
Not quite hard, but I believed it because I could feel it.
His voice was doubtful. "You got anything hard to believe?"
"Try me."
I kept my hand on that dick. You'd better believe that. A girl doesn't find a guy like this very often. He did my button and his finger found my clit. I worked on his soft spot and he worked on my little nub until we both had a finger full of juice.
"Want to fuck or what?"
I practically leapt over to the door, making sure it was shut. All the shutters were down. Only the hiss of the stove where I was heating up more water broke the silence.
We could hear some kids playing on the swings way off somewhere.
We stood about two feet apart and began to strip ourselves for the benefit of the other.
I watched his eyes go big when I took off my jersey to show him my tits. They must have been what he liked, because he began to drool of out of corners of his mouth.
His chest wasn't bad, but we were both looking for the main event. I decided to go first, pushing my jeans down. Wiggling my ass in what I hoped would be a seductive way. I spread my pussy lips and kicked off my tennies and jeans, my panties caught on my foot.
He flicked them away, as I grabbed the rim of the stool and spread for him.
He sniffed and then smiled. He was quite a male stripper.
And he was wearing a jock.
Red. And something almost as red but bigger than any cock I'd seen, even in Playgirl, popped out. "Hard to believe?"
He pushed his stool so that our legs touched as he began to jerk on his rod.
I fingered my snatch.
Our bare legs touched. Then our hands crossed over, me to play with that beautiful cock, he to finger my pussy.
"Want to fuck?" His voice was husky.
"Little dangerous."
"Expecting somebody?"
"You know what I mean by dangerous."
"Shit, and I didn't bring a rubber."
I jerked on his rod while he finger fucked me. He was good at it. His finger knew just where to touch to set me steaming.
I must have been pretty good too, because his body became flushed. Both of us closed our eyes.
I really pounded on his prick. The big column stuck out of my hand in both directions. I used a wet finger to work into his cum eye and around the definite arches of his head. He didn't need to wet me up, I was wetting him up.
I could hardly hear his breath over my own heavy breathing. But then there was a whimper.
I pushed his cock to the side, opened my eyes and gasped.
The oval hole in the middle was open wide and a rope of white juice was squirting out. I watched it arc and then plop on the floor. I squeezed and jerked again. Another squirt.
Watching him come off like that, got me off. Gees. I popped like a rocket inside and outside. A double whammy. His fingers dug while his thumb pressed. I lost count.
He helped me clean up last night's and our mess. I patted his ass as he left. Wish he'd had that condom.
CHAPTER FIVE
I had hearts on my shorts and a partial hardon in my jeans. Lucy and I were just out of high school and working on a job program for the summer. We were raking leaves. Can you believe that? She lay down, spread her legs, pushed her fingers through her blonde hair and said, "Take me Mike. Take me now."
We played those kinds of games all the time. "Sorry, I've already had lunch," I said, laughing but not laughing. My cock was half bloated. My nuts were itching. The hairs on my prick shivered and crackled. I knew if I dared touch her, I'd be in real trouble. So I didn't but I wanted to go off someplace quiet and get off.
"How long you gonna tempt me?" I knew several of the hearts on my boxers were damp with my stuff already.
Lucy stroked the crotch of her jeans. She must have done that a lot because she all white down there, which naturally caused my eyes to examine the mound and dream of poking between her cunt lips. Shove my hard dick all the way to China, though she wasn't Chinese. Vietnamese I think. Still, a pretty girl. I watched her hump her ass up and down on the ground as her fingers pawed her crotch.
Shit, a guy could only stand just so much. I said, "I'm gonna take a walk."
"Don't leave any white spots on the leaves. It makes them stick together ... and they're harder for us to pick up." She giggled.
I leaned my rake up against a pine, thank god they didn't drop their leaves or we'd be here the rest of the summer. I walked into the oaks and maples. The cool shadows didn't do anything to tame my cock. It was pulsing like an open wound. I stroked the front of my jeans with harder and harder strokes. I could feel the soft spot glowing and my nuts boiling.
I went further back into the wooded area to find a safer spot. There was a little sunny area surrounded by bushes, a perfect place to jerk off in.
I liked jerking off. It was a way of squirting without having to do a lot of talking to get something to squirt in.
I lay back in the sun, the leaves dappling my stone washed crotch into a lot of shades, but anybody with two eyes could see that I had a hardon. I closed my two eyes and felt the lump. It wiggled. I stroked my middle finger down my tube and then back up again. My balls were tight. I knew it wouldn't take me long to get off. But I wanted to enjoy it. Shit, maybe a supervisor would come looking for us. He'd probably find Lucy and fuck her first. My fingers went to my buttons. Each little motion while I unbuttoned sent shivers into my cock.
I had a nice cock, at least I thought so. There was kind of golden brown hair around it. Not as blond as my head hair, but lighter than most of the guys I'd seen in gym class. And I guess I was above average in length too. At least as far as I could tell, never having done much measuring since I reached eighteen. You put those kinds of games away.
The top button of my jeans popped, my stomach swelled. Not that I'm fat or anything, but the jeans are tight as well as worn. I liked the feeling against my body. I wore boxers because my balls are kind of big and I don't like them all bunched up under my dick.
Button, button, who's got the button. I did. One at a time. I pulled the flaps open and lifted my ass off the grass and leaves. I looked down. My hearts were glowing bright red in the sun. I could see the spots where I'd already leaked. This was going to be good. Really good.
I felt into the fly opening, touching my rod. My fingers closed around the shaft. I was gonna do it. Gonna jerk off right out in the open. Well, not exactly in the open, but close enough for government work.
I pulled. My cockhead was kind of sensitive already. I could feel the flange scrap against the double thickness of my fly. Then I was out in the open.
I examined my dick. Boy, it was a beauty. I especially liked the thick vein that went along the back. I bent my meat down, with some difficulty ... I was really hard ... and looked at the vein. It pulsed back at me, a nice throb that echoed itself in my nuts.
I touched the tip, picking up that stuff that leaks out when you're really excited. I wanted to fuck Lucy in the worst way. Not that I had a lot of experience. But she was kind of exotic looking, a red rose in a bed of white or some poetic shit like that.
My finger was all wet with my stuff. I squeezed my eyes shut and lifted it to my mouth. First I sniffed. Gees, was I queer or something, wanting to taste myself. Naw, just curious.
My tongue touched my finger tip. Not much flavor. So much for the experimental method. If I had my chem lab book, I could have written down, "Not much flavor. Clear. Sticky texture."
I jerked on my rod instead and dreamed of that oriental pussy lying in the grass back there. Hot damn, I was beginning to quiver at my cock tip. This was going to be a good jerkoff. I stroked slow at first, and then sped up. I could feel my nuts beginning to churn in their sac. I was about to unload when I let my back relax against the ground and slowed down. I had time, why not enjoy it? scene.
* * *
Mary and I were working on the leave patrol as we called ourselves that summer. Rake and rake. The steel tines on our rakes bent and flexed, throwing the leaves into great piles, which the other crew would pick up.
"Chris," my partner said, "Is this ever going to end?"
"Nope, as soon as we get the leaves up, more grow in their place," I pointed the green tines of my rake to the canopy of tress above us." Mary was a cute girl. Petite. Dark hair. You know, the kind of gal you cream about in your bed at night.
I'm sexually active, don't get me wrong, but Chris Bjorn isn't promiscuous or anything. Still the fact that my girl, Sandy, closes her mouth to my tongue and her legs to my dick, and keeps her hands to herself when we're on a date, is a frustration.
I wondered about Mary. She had a boyfriend, or at least said she did. Maybe women are as much liars about their sexually activities as guys are. I watched her ass move as she raked. Boy, would I like to get into that, but how do you approach anybody with a suggestion like that?
Mary threw down her rake, turned to me with that little grin she had when she was up to something, and said, "Let's go exploring."
I knew what I wanted to explore, but knew I'd never get it unless I played grab ass or something. My dick wasn't hard at all, but it was poking its interested nose against my shorts, making the bulge in the bottom of my jeans a little fuller.
"Ok, I'll explore anything you want."
She giggled.
I grinned.
We head into the woods.
We heard this kind of puffing up ahead. Mary held a finger to her lips. I nodded that I'd be quiet. And there he was, Mike, legs splayed playing with his cock. He looked hot too ... the head was all puffy and red. I knew that look and feeling.
Mary gasped. "Shit."
"No, jerk off."
"Right."
"Looks like Lucy isn't helping him out any." I knew she and the blonde were buddies. They were always giggling and whispering.
"Maybe she hasn't asked him. I'd give him a hand."
"I bet you wouldn't."
"What do you bet?"
"What do you want?"
She looked over at Mike stroking away. My dick really began to uncurl then.
Finally she said, "If I jerk him off, do I get to do it to you?"
Speechless, I nodded, yes.
She continued the rules, "So, anything I can do to you, or get him to do to me, you'll agree to?"
That was a long sentence, but I understood all of it. My cock lurched against my Hanes.
She grinned and began to move off, "OK, watch me.
I lay on the grass and watched her pretty ass as she crawled through the pine needles and the leaves to where Mike lay stroking his dick. He was beating a way like sixty when we first came in, but now he was slowing down.
My cock trickled a couple of hot drops against my balls.
She reached his crotch, but crawled around him instead. I knew she was going to chicken out. But no, she went to the other side of the guy's body so I could see what she was going to do.
She kind of sniffed the air ... the wind was blowing from where I was to where she was. She must have got a lungful of guy musk, because she threw her head back and really breathed in.
I watched as Mike's hand stopped moving. Hers came forward and her middle finger touched the guy's cock eye. I could see that Mike was making an effort not to open his eyes. I would have been curious. I was hard right now myself, and a finger on my cock, or a hand or a mouth would have felt good.
Then Mike took away his hand, allowing his dick to sag against his belly. But not for long. Mary slid her hand between his belly and the shaft as her fingers curled around the shaft.
I could almost feel them on mine. She was going to do that to me, and maybe more. My eyes widened.
She began to stroke Mike, as if she'd done that kind of thing to a guy before. She held his cock neither to tight nor too loose. Even though the wind was blowing the wrong way, I could hear the flocking sound a guy's dick makes when he, or anybody's whacking it.
I could see Mike's Adam's-apple going up and down in a kind of time where her hand.
He was getting hot, I knew that.
I didn't want to be left out, so I unzipped and dug. My cock was so bowed that I had a little problem, but managed to fish it out and begin to match Mary stroke for stroke. I saw her looking over Mike's body, her eyes big. I think she winked, but I couldn't be sure. It was a hot scene. I wished she'd give Mike a blow job, then I could expect one. Maybe she'd even asked me ... or both of us, to fuck her. I wondered who would get which hole. I heard a girl is very tight in the ass. scene. x I was jerking along saying to myself Mike, ole buddy, you got a real friend in your right hand. Mary palm and five fingers can really give a guy a good ride. Cut the girl shit, and take yourself off. That's when I thought I heard a kind of rustling in the leaves. Like Mohawk Indians sneaking up on settlers to do them in. I slowed down a little, but kept up a steady beat, my ears cocked for more sound. Then I felt my belly cool. I'd pushed my T-shirt up so that if I shot off, I wouldn't have that to contend with. I had a Kleenex in my pocket, so I could wipe clean when I'd done it. I never could put the tissue over my cockhead and catch it as I shot. The tissue was too rough against my skin as I popped.
So I slowed. Then I felt the littlest touch against my cockhead. Felt a strand of my stuff pull away from the opening. Then I heard a kind of smack and a sigh. I feathered my eyes open.
Christ, it was Mary. Cute little Mary. She was tasting the stuff off the end of my cock.
I held my belly still and kind of turned my head to the side. I opened my eyes a little wider and saw my buddy Mike, his cock out, beating off like I had been doing a few seconds earlier. He was watching Mary as she touched my dick some more, only this time from between my belly and cock. Her fingers closed around my rod. Boy, where they ever warm. I breathed a sigh and shivered from head to toe. She clamped a little harder around my cock. I allowed my head to move back to where I could see her face. It was kind of hard because my lashes acted as a kind of curtain.
She looked like she was enjoying getting me off as much as I was enjoying her doing it. I tightened my legs a little, trying to force the feelings down into my balls, but then relaxed. I had time. Why not enjoy it. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was thinking about something.
Then I felt her other hand poked into the wide opening of my boxers. She touched my nuts. It was almost the end for me, but I fought back and held off.
Her fingers and palm acted as a kind of scoop. My nuts were out in the sun like the rest and best of me was already.
She began to knead my nuts as if she were baking bread. My mom did that, only she wasn't so gentle with the dough as Mary was with my balls.
I heard her sniff in, as if smelling me.
Then she kind of bend down, her face close to my nuts. I held my breath. Was she going to give me a ball bath? scene
* * *
I never thought Chris would dare me to do anything. I'd played with my boyfriend's cock once. Through his pants. I'd never seen one hard before, though my brother paraded around in his shorts and I saw his cockhair once.
Lucy and I talked about guys a lot. What were they like when they were hard? We both gave our experiences. She'd actually seen a guy's thing hard and had touched it.
That's why when Chris and I found Mike playing with himself in the clearing, I got bold. I wanted to be able to say to Lucy that I'd played with a guy's meat out in the open.
My bet with Chris was because I wanted to see if all guys were built the same. So I .crawled up on Mike, watching his hand work himself over. He seemed to be enjoying himself. There was a kind of lazy smile on his face.
I watched his hand move up and down and wondered if all guys were the same size. I supposed not. At least from looking at the guys when they moved around. The bulges were different sizes. Some you could tell were fatter and some thinner. But they were all aching to get into my hand or my mouth or my pussy. That was going to be the last thing as far as I was concerned.
His cock looked kind of natural in his hand. A little fat maybe, but he stroked himself. I listened to the sounds and became aware that my mouth was filling up with spit.
Gee's, I hadn't even touched him and I was ready to suck him off. Mary you're nothing but a whore.
I crawled and crawled, my pussy scraping the ground, with twigs poking against my jeans and sending my cunt into little spasms as I watched the hand work.
When I got upwind of Mike, I could really smell him. It was different than when I smelled myself. Of course, there wasn't any perfume in the way, but my own. But he smelled pretty good to me.
I watched his hand move up and down, then noticed a kind of glittering in that little hole in the top of his head. It was leaking something. Maybe that's what they meant when they said they'd cum.
I was close to him now. His dick had turned brighter red with each stroke. My pussy spasmed. I touched the front of my jeans to calm things down, but that didn't do it for me. I wanted to touch Mike there. And maybe ... my mouth watered.
I put my finger close to his dickhead so I could almost feel the ground shaking as he pounded away. Then I touched my finger to the clear bubble oozing out of the opening.
It felt sticky. I wondered if it smelled like he did at the moment, and if it tasted anything like the smell.
I touched my finger to my lips, and then my tongue against my finger. Nothing at all. Not taste, No nothing. It was strange.
That's when I decided to beat him off for a little bit so see what a guy's cock felt like in my hand. I shoved it between his belly and his dick. Oh, I forgot to say, he'd pulled and was just lying with his hands at his sides, stomach going up and down.
Anyway, I pushed between his dick and his belly and curled my fingers around his cock. I watched his eyes to see if he'd open them. I bet I'd run like a scared rabbit if he did. He lashes fluttered slightly, but nothing more.
I started the beat, all the time watching his cockeye open and close. More juice flowed out. And as it did, my pussy lips parted and left a wet kiss on my panties.
That's when I looked over Mike's belly, across the leaves and pine needles, to where Chris lay. He was in kind of an "L" shape. You know, on one hip. His pants were open and I could see his cock poking out from the fly. I looked down at the thing I was jerking on and then over at Chris. Well, they were both cocks, but somehow. I continued to stroke and watch Mike's eyes kind of flutter. I remembered doing that when I was younger and my parents would poke their head in the door.
He smelled so much like a man, which of course he was. Or almost. Eighteen isn't exactly a man, isn't exactly a boy. Still his dick felt good in my hand.
I stared at Chris as he did what I was doing to Mike to himself. We'd bet that I'd do anything to him that I did to Mike.
My mouth began to drip out of the corners. I was ready for the experiment, if I wanted to carry it out. scene.
* * *
I heard Mike go trudging off. If I'd done it right, maybe he'd have kissed me and played with my pussy or something. Lucy' you're too shy, I said to myself.
Maybe I'd get to see another guy with a hardon. I had to do more than talk. Mary would get ahead of me, and I wasn't going to let that happen. I don't know if Mike and Chris were buddies or not. Or even if guys talked about girls when they got together. I suppose they did.
I dug my ass into the pile of leaves. I bet I'd blown my chances.
Blow.
The word hung in my head. I imagined that I was sucking on a guy. I'd never done that, but while my boyfriend's cock looked stubby and smelly ... well actually smelled ... I'd never tasted him. That was an exciting moment when he got all harder and then began to shoot off. I always carried a packet of Kleenex in my back pocket just in case. I liked to watch it shoot and all. Feel it expand against my hand and wonder what it would be like to taste the stuff. But I never did it.
So I lay there dreaming. That's when I heard it. The tires of the cart. I wondered what had happened to the tractor. I cracked an eye.
Dave, the college kid in charge of us, was dragging it up the little incline. I could see the tractor, kind of forlorn looking just down the path.
Dave didn't say anything, but just stood there. I admire older men. Dave must have been at least twenty. He had that assured walk of a man who knew what he was up to. The guys my age had a swagger, but didn't know what they were doing.
I watched as he pushed his red baseball cap back and scratched his nuts. Or at least his hand was in that vicinity.
I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut, but didn't. I watched him play with himself. He looked around. Down the hill. Across the meadow. Up into the woods. Apparently he saw nobody, because he came closer and looked down on me. I bet I looked like a blonde cherub, though not as fat as they look.
He continued to stroke his crotch, then with a look over his shoulder, unzipped and pulled it out. He wasn't wearing underwear. My mother had a fit when my brothers went around like that, "Indecent," she said. I wondered if Tom and Darin fucked with girls. Not that I wanted them to fuck with me. I mean.
I looked as much as I could. It was bigger than my boyfriend's, though thinner I guessed. Until I held Dave's cock in my hand I wouldn't know.
He stepped closer, bending down. He balls fell out of the opening. I'd seen my boyfriend's balls once. I was pounding on him real hard and the fly on his shorts opened and one popped out. So that's where a guy stored his stuff.
But Dave's balls were bigger and hairier. I could smell him too. He smelled good. I opened my mouth and kind of ran my tongue over my lips, wetting them up. Dave wasn't looking at the moment, but when he looked back and saw how wet my lips were, he pursed his own lips and knelt down beside me.
And there it was. A long cock, bright red at the tip, dripping with a long string of clear stuff hanging off of it, aimed at my lips. I pushed them tightly together, as if I didn't want him between them, but stuck the point of my tongue through.
Dave's shadow came over my body as he straddled me. I could smell the sweat on his balls and the raunchy odor of his dick. I poked my tongue out just a little further and waited for the contact. My eyes closed and I just felt the heat of his body, and especially of his cock, as he leaned closer.
Then the tip of his dick poked at the end of my tongue. My tongue sank into the hole, which seemed awfully big to me, at least compared to my boyfriend, and I pulled it in carefully. The strand of stuff followed.
I poked my tongue against my lips and tried to taste what it was he had been leaking. But I couldn't taste anything at all. I sure could smell him though. His cockhead was following. my tongue into my mouth.
I opened just a little, and the wide flange brushed my lips and just the tip was in my mouth.
Using my tongue as a moving finger, I licked around the rim of his thing and under it. He seemed to quiver as I just barely touched the soft spot between the apple split of his dickhead.
Then his hands were on my rib cage. Next they moved up my sides, pushing my park shirt out of the way until he was against my bra cup. He lifted that and moved around the back to unfasten it. I couldn't hide my interest now, not with half his prick in my mouth and the juices running down the corners of my mouth. So I didn't.
I raised my back up a little, which allowed more of Dave's prick to slip into my mouth. I clamped around the rod and unfastened myself, then lay back down again.
Dave pushed the T-shirt up all the way and began to run his hands over my breasts. His fingers were gentle at first, but began to work harder and harder on them as my nipples popped up. His hands were at a disadvantage because he had to reach behind himself to flick my nipples.
Then he took his dick out of my mouth and dragged the hot tip down my neck and onto my chest. He swished it from side to side, drying the underside of my spit. I popped my eyes open wide, staring into the sky and his blue irises. He smiled at me. I looked down. His cock was still leaking; I could see the stuff pouring in a small stream out of his cock mouth and onto my chest.
Dave slid his body down mine, dragging his cock between my tits. I reached up and pressed my breasts together so that I could feel his dick move between them. The spit smell was strong.
As he bent down, Dave opened his mouth wide and fluttered his tongue out, like a leaf on a branch. I opened and fluttered back at him. He smiled and then began to kiss me full on the mouth, tongue going like sixty. I could feel his dick pulsing against my stomach as we kissed. I lifted my belly up and down so I could feel the hardness of it against my skin.
Then he was licking my chin, still dragging his dick down my body. When his cockhead touched my waistband his hands became busy. I didn't want to be fucked yet, so I closed my legs tight and pulled my stomach in.
His eyes showed disappointment, but he brightened right up when I wiggled my tongue like a little cock between my lips. That's when he slid forward again until his dickhead was touching my lips for the second time.
I opened and began to give him head.
He liked it too. His skin flushed and his dick rod, what I could see by almost crossing my eyes, turned deeper and deeper red.
"Can I cum in your mouth," he whispered, his voice filled with the awe of what he was doing.
I nodded over his rod.
He began to work on my tits again with his hands behind him, his belly tight, and his cock half way into my mouth. I gagged a little as he poked against the back of my throat, but managed to grab his rod around the middle and hold on to it.
Dave began to move his hips. His jeans were scraping my chest as his hand pinched and prodded.
I began to breath around his dick where it was plugging my throat then allowed my hand to drop down a little more, so I could take him further, but a quick choke told me that wasn't the way. So I readjusted my hand so that I had less cock in my mouth and more head to suck on.
His eyes glazed over. His rod grew thicker and harder if you can imagine that. That's when I decided to tease him a little. I stopped sucking and only lashed out against the belly of it for a few moments and then stopped.
As I looked at his face, I could tell that he was growing frustrated with my teasing. He let go of my tits and placed his hands on either side of my cheeks and began to move his hips. I held on to his meat, hoping he wouldn't go through the back of my head with his fierce strokes. I choked a couple of times and he relaxed a bit.
I could feel the two little points under his cockhead scraping along my tongue. The slow oozing had turned to a full running by then. I knew he was close. I also knew that he wouldn't let me stop now because he wanted to get off in my mouth, as I'd promised him. Wow, was that thing ever getting hard. I lapped as much as I could inside my mouth.
Then I saw him open his mouth in a gasp. Sweat popped out on his forehead and his dick expanded. I remember that happening in my hand with my boyfriend. I thought to myself, Well, Lucy old girl, here comes your first load of cream, up the tube and....
I didn't get any further, because his dick swelled to what seemed twice its normal size and began to spit his hot cream into my mouth.
I gulped. Not exactly like a drowning woman, but enough. And that seemed to start more tremors and shivers inside him. He yelped like a dog hit by a car as his cream flowed out.
I kept sucking until he put his hand under my jaw to stop me. Then I lay still and let him grow soft in my mouth. scene
* * *
I couldn't find Dave. The boss was gone. I drove the tractor for him as he supervised the loading. We'd run out of gas and I had gone to fetch some. The man who filled the can said, "Jimmy, what are you doing ... drinking this stuff like pussy juice." I guess I must have blushed a little, because he said. "Never ate fresh, hot pussy? You don't know what you're missing."
I knew what I was missing all right. I just didn't know how to get any for myself. I wanted to try it, but didn't know who. Lucy was on the crew but she was Mike's partner. I suspected they were fucking or at least playing around a little. Now she had a pussy mound to make a guy drool. And I did.
Still, I had about as much chance of getting into it as a buffalo into a bathtub. So I looked for Dave. I filled the tank, strapped the gas can on the back and hoped we'd be smart enough to fill it before I had to walk all the way across the park again.
Then when I saw something in the shadows up the hill, at the edge of the trees. It looked tall enough to be Dave, but he was sitting on something. And unless his legs bent in a peculiar way, it was somebody else he was sitting on.
Well, you know how guys fool around, wrestling and that kind of stuff. I couldn't make out who it was. Maybe Mike, he had a smart mouth and was always putting in his two cents where nobody wanted him.
So I started running up the hill yelling, "Dave, Dave?"
As I got closer I saw something round, actually two somethings, against Dave's ass cheeks. They were tits. A girl's tits. She had her T-shirt up and bra off and Dave was sitting on her chest, one hand on her belly and the other trying to push its way down her front.
Who was it?
I tried to figure that out by looking at the tits.
But bare tits don't look anything like covered tits, any more than a guy's cock all bunched up in his pants looks like the real thing ready to go.
From the way the girl was bobbing her head, and Dave was throwing his back, I knew, or thought I knew, what was going on. Somebody, the lucky bastard, was getting a blow job. Then I heard a, "Yip, yip, yip," like a dog getting run over and watched Dave shoulder shake. He was getting off in this girl's mouth.
I was running.
My dick was expanding.
I was breathing heavy, and not just from the running either. Gees. If I kept up this way, I'd be running three legged. I grabbed my dick to try to keep it under control, but my hand only encouraged the monster to grow.
I ran to the side, wanting to see if the girl was really sucking Dave off. Then I saw her face and recognized Lucy. Lucy. Little ... prick tease ... Lucy. My cock swelled even more. As I drew closer, Dave must have heard me, because he pulled his dick out of her mouth and pulled her T-shirt down quick. He was buttoning up as I came on the scene.
Lucy was blushing as if she'd done something awful. It looked pretty good to me.
Dave swallowed and glared at me. I was holding my hands over my crotch to cover my hardon.
"You won't say anything, Jimmy." Lucy looked all flustered and flushed. Dave's hand was coming out from under her waistband, kind of guilty looking. More like it had been burnt. And if he was feeling her up, I could understand his feelings.
My dick was dripping in my tight shorts. I thought sure they were going to rip to shreds as the pressure of my monster grew greater and greater.
"I might not ... if ...."
I let the word hang in the air like a threat.
"If what?" Dave gave me that ugly sneer of his that he had when he was going to give me something particularly nasty to do, like crawling into a culvert to look for dead rabbits.
"Well," I said, uncovering my crotch. Both of them looked at it. Dave turned away in disgust, Lucy's eyes grew wide, and I detected definite interest.
"Out here?" Dave said, sarcasm personified in just two words.
"Well, you two did it. We'd have a lookout now. You." I pointed a finger at Dave and he shrunk back, guilt all over his face.
I didn't shrink back at all. The tube down my leg started to wiggle as if anxious to get out.
Dave looked at Lucy. "It's up to you. I can bust him in the mouth right now." His fist was cocked back. We'd had a fight once before and I didn't relish going up against him.
Lucy shook her head no. A kind of fire glowed in her eyes. I knew she was still hot from the way her stomach was going up and down and from the way she was holding her hand between her legs, as if her fingers were doing something nasty.
"So," I stepped closer to Lucy. Dave looked down the hill. The place was emptying out for supper break.
I ran my fingers along the edge of my cock from my nuts to my head. Lucy's eyes grew wider. I hadn't seen what Dave had, but apparently this looked good enough for the girl to take a chance.
She said, "Stand at my feet, Dave. And keep watch. We can't have every guy in Schenectady County up here.
He shrugged. At least I wouldn't have to bare myself to him and maybe get made fun of.
I stepped over and knelt beside Lucy. Her hand came out and touched my rod right in the middle as I asked, "What do you want to do?"
"I don't know. I just...." she turned crimson.
"I know, I saw. Do you want to do that, or something else." My eyes were clamped on her pussy mound.
"Lay on top of me," was all she said.
I flopped over and down on top of her. My dick was really painful in my pants, but apparently she liked it, because she pushed her mound up against my basket as I shoved her T-Shirt up to get a better look at her tits. They were all flushed. She must have been pretty excited.
I bent down and kissed the tips, sucking on them and licking down between them. She pushed her chest up into my face.
As I licked I unconsciously lifted my hips off the ground further.
She must have been waiting for the opportunity because she shoved her hand between us, practically ripping my dick out through my pants.
"Whoah! I can get it out."
I began to fumble with my belt as I licked her nubs.
"Let me."
I was more than happy to let her. I looked over my shoulder. Dave was standing like a lookout statue. All he had to be doing was shade his eyes from the sun and he'd have been a Mohawk scout.
Apparently Lucy had opened more than one guy up, because her fingers were sure and quick as she unzipped me and pulled my flaps open. She dug her hand into my waistband, down along my curled over cock, and pulled it straight up.
Geees, she had a good hand. And from the way Dave, looked a good mouth too. I wondered about her pussy. While I kissed her titties, I worked my hand down her front and into the sweaty nest inside her panties. My fingers bumped against something sticky and hard. She moaned. Then I dug deeper and found her hole. My finger wedged between the lips and up into her. More moans.
"Fuck me, Jimmy. Shove this big thing up me." She twisted her hand a couple of times around my dick. I almost didn't get to stick it to her. But I managed to maintain control. I pushed both her and my clothes out of the way, grabbed my cock around the middle and drew little lines on her belly.
"Quick, inside me. Shove it in." She was practically screaming in hysterical need.
Our bellies met. My cock parted her cunt lips and I drew back and down. Then I pushed up. Missed. Had to readjust and finally sank just the tip inside her warm body.
She moaned some more. This was going to be a noisy fuck if the end was anything like the beginning.
That's when I looked back again. Dave was straddling her feet and had his dick out, pumping it. He was glancing over his shoulder. I hoped he wasn't going to squirt on me out of revenge. That stuff smells bad after a little while.
I shoved all the way into Lucy. Geees. I thought I was going to make it to Amsterdam. Then my dick decided it was time to squirt and did.
I didn't yip. I didn't howl. I'm a silent cumer. My parents' room is next to mine so I have to be quiet when I flog the log.
But Lucy felt it. And in fact, for every spasm I went through. She echoed me. I'd gotten her gun.
My dick swelled two more times and spit. Then I slumped over.
That's when I felt a spattering rain as Dave let go over the back of my deck. Bastard. scene
* * *
It was too much for a guy to take, watching this hot girl suck another Mike off. I had to get into the action. And I didn't crawl on my knees either. I stood up, let go of my cock, which bounced around trying to find my hand again, and marched right up to the scene of the action.
Mike was pushing his hips up into her face like he was going to let go any minute. I suppose I should have waited to see if Mary was going to let him fuck her, but I couldn't wait. Every swing of my balls as I walked closer to the couple was a pain.
Mary looked up.
Her eyes grew wide.
I smiled, not even touching my cock for fear I'd turn the brown pine needles I was walking on white. She grabbed Mike's cock and began to pump on it like crazy. At first he seemed to enjoy the action, but she must have bit him or something, because he pulled her head off his dripping dick and said, "Watch the teeth."
I'd been right.
That's when he saw me. "Join the party, Chris. Her mouth may not be big enough for both of us at one time, but she can switch off."
"Boy, that's big of you."
"No," he countered, grabbing his cock and shaking it, "this is big of me." He had me there.
I guess I must have waddled because he went "Quack, quack."
I knelt on the other side of Mary.
Mike said, "We got, company. And since he's as hard as me, you'd better get to work on the both of us.
Mike had been lying with his hands at his side, now he put them behind his head and looked up at the trees.
I lay on the other side of Mary, who instead of leaning over Mike, lay flat. I looked at her still covered puss and dreamed of fucking it. My dick bounced up and down to a quick march beat. Like we used to play in band.
My hands were comfortable under my head. Both Mike and I looked down to see Mary kind of crouched between us, unable to determine which of us to do.
"Jerk us both off until your mouth can decide," I said. Good plan.
She didn't take long to make up her mind. She dived for my worm. Maybe because she had never seen it before, but who cares. Her lips were as hot as they had looked from a distance.
I was so close to ready that I began to pop off as soon as her mouth touched my meat. She swallowed up a storm and at the same time beat off Chris.
He must have been close too, because before I knew it his stuff was flying every which way. Kind of like a painter gone mad with a full paint brush. There were drops every where.
That's when we heard the tractor start up below. Dave and Jimmy must have come back. We helped Mary up. She kissed our dicks before she put us back together.
When we got down to the main area, Lucy, Dave and Jimmy were by the tractor and cart loading leaves.
We played innocent. Somehow they smelled different. I mean we smelled different too, but this was an even more different smell.
Maybe we weren't the only ones to have taken a sex break.
CHAPTER SIX
Jesse's staff gets a workout
This was my second summer at Central Park, where I'm director of indoors activities. It rains in Schenectady during the summer, unlike Phoenix where my girlfriend had gone for the summer. Shit I was hard up for her ... and hardon half the time too.
I'd wake up with this big boner digging into the mattress. A hard cock isn't something you can ignore. At least I can't when it's attached to me. God, the fucker gets throbbing and juicing until I just have to wrap a hand around it and beat the damned thing into submission.
In the fall I go upstate to SUNY at Syracuse. But right now, I was having a staff meeting. The staff consisted of a group of high school kids, a couple of early childhood development gals on coop for the summer to pick up some credits and some experience, and my favorite fantasy, aside from Laura my girl, Steph.
She had an athletes body with more than enough tits to keep her afloat when she swam. Man, that lady had big ones.
Since the weatherman projected rain for tomorrow, and since he's right about 20% of the time when he predicts rain at the 70% level, I wasn't exactly worried, but the cries and whimpers of a hundred disappointed kids was enough to make me want to prepare. I like kids, don't get me wrong, but whimpering and crying gets to me.
After the meeting the crew and I went into the storage area and took inventory of games we might use to keep the kids occupied. Some of the boxes had been pretty well ripped up after the last thunderstorm in early July ... so we put them aside.
Finally we were all through, or so I thought, and the rest had trooped out to their cars and the rush hour busses.
Steph had stayed behind, 'cause we talked after hours a lot. Not that I had been cheating on Laura.
Not specifically with Steph at any rate.
My assistant was wearing a rainbow bikini. The sun spread its golden rays across her chest in a mouth watering display.
I wiped my hand on my mouth and stared into her deep brown eyes. She wiggled to the left and said, "We forgot this bunch of checkers games. You know how mad the kids get when checkers are missing."
I could see the little urchins upturned faces at that very moment, all twisted with frustration. They'd be almost as frustrated as I was, but at least I knew what to do with my hand by then.
So we sat at the checkout table which we pulled in front of the door during the checkout procedure, only this time the door was closed. For some reason, Steph had pushed the table against the door. She said, "You have such long legs, I know you'll want to stretch out. If we get any more games in here, we won't be able to find anything to play."
Steph had a great smile ... you know, one of those open faced smiles that gets to you. It got to me, so I crossed my legs. She'd go back and forth returning the boxes. We had two empty games by the time we were half way through.
"What do the kids do," I asked, "eat these damned things?" I held up a red check and pretended it was a strawberry candy of some kind. The black ones must be licorice, that was obvious.
I'll
"Maybe they girls hide them ... places, Jesse." Steph giggled. I blushed.
I guess I'm kind of a shy guy, in spite of my loud talk. Macho swagger. We repacked checkers ... for a little while more. It's then that I noticed that Steph was sitting closer to me than the width of the bench necessitated. And her leg was very close to mine.
I looked down on its smooth perfection. Her tan was even. The suit had a rainbow that seemed to grow out of her pussy and flare wide to the string that supported the bottom.
I licked my lips.
"Hungry?" She asked, her voice a kind of soft pun. We heard a crash of thunder outside, and a splash of rain sizzled onto the hot roof. She kind of shivered.
Another thunder crash and she was ready to climb under the table.
"Hey," I said, "Jesse's here." I touched her shoulder. It was as smooth as it looked. God, she was beautiful. What a body.
I could smell the chlorine from her swimming party with the four year olds. Her hair was still soft, with dark brown shadows and light highlights.
I licked my lips again.
"You really must be hungry." She held up a black checker, "Here, suck on this."
Then she looked out from under her thin arched eyebrows and said, "Unless you see something else you'd rather eat?"
I caught the eyebrows going up just as I looked up from her lap. I could almost see the pussy hairs poking out from the rainbow. A strange rainbow, but one that had got my mind to working in a dirty way.
My favorite pot of gold was at the end of it.
When I think in a dirty way, my dick starts to do. wild and wonderful things. At least I think they're wonderful.
Steph smiled again, and placed a hand on my leg, "I know there's something that I've been dying to eat." Her brown hand made such a tempting object against the dark green bench. I picked up a red checker and placed it right where I thought her clit was and said, "King me."
"You've got that wrong," she covered my hand with hers and pressed the checker deep into her cunt, as if it were a rather thin but wide cock. "I'm the queen, you're the king."
Her hand came against my lavender spandex suit and found the tip of my cock on first try.
She must have been watching it for some time to know just where it was. And then it wasn't there anymore, because her touch pushed the blood into my dick. It expanded and wiggled toward the top of the suit.
"Right." I slid a little to dislodge her hand, but she wasn't having any. The checker under my fingers seemed to move around like that thing on a Ouija board.
Yes or no?
I hovered and then used my middle finger to flick the checker onto the floor, while I came back up her crack. I could feel it parting. When I looked down, the cloth had indented ... the yellow of the rainbow was depressed.
Her fingers were doing a number on my cock. I could tell by the way she played with me that I had her interested.
Then I looked at her face ... the play had gone out of it.
A look of lust ... of urgent need replaced the smile and the arched eyebrow.
She whispered the question, "You want to sixtynine?"
"Yeah." I guess my eyes must have sparkled or something, because she leaned over and kissed me on the left one. Then the right. Her fingers had other ideas than kissing.
My suit waistband had a tube with elastic inside, just gathered in kind of puckers. She pushed her dainty hand into the opening and slid down my stomach, through my pubes and onto my cock ... which was trying to escape out the leg band without much success.
I stuck a finger in both sides of the her bikini band and moved them towards the center.
At first her skin was smooth; I wondered if she'd shaved her pussy. But no, I caught the edges of the triangle and then more and more of the bush. My fingers met in the middle at about the same time our lips met.
While we kissed, I played in the hair and the moist nub, finding her at first soft ... and then hard clit.
Her hand managed to grab my dick in a semi death grip. I broke the kiss, "It's attached and won't try to get away, I guarantee."
She talked against my lips so I couldn't understand a thing she was saying, but I did understand that she was trying to get my suit off (I was attempting some maneuvers to the same end on her middle at that very moment).
Somehow we stripped each other.
I had the top to do, but I was rewarded with two luscious strawberry nipples. I kissed my way down to them, while she jerked on my dick with one hand and played with my nuts with the other.
I could see the advantage of having pushed the table against the door.
Still kissing and wiggling, we slithered to the floor, a sexy bunch of flesh ready to do whatever was necessary to get off.
Somehow we ended up head to tail. I guess Steph had planned it that way. I stared at her pussy. As she moved a leg up, the whole thing parted so I could see inside. It was so moist and tasty looking, that I splayed my tongue against it, pushing the lips aside and coating the middle of my tongue with her stuff.
I was about to dig into the slot when I felt her hot breath breathing on the tip of my dick. I licked her cunt but waited for her to do something to me too. And did she.
Her tongue flicked out and around my dick, lashing the head and the soft spot on the front until I closed my eyes and just breathed hot cunt and hot cock smells.
She was good.
Better than good.
She didn't hesitate when she got me wet from tip to balls or to close over my dickhead and give me a tongue twirling bath for as much of my stalk as she could swallow.
My big middle finger was twisting inside her pussy. I'd take it out occasionally to lick it clean, then jam it back up into place.
I was hoping that we could fuck but, I knew I didn't have a rubber, and bareback riding was too dangerous to do these days. Still I was anxious to get off.
I decided to best way to get off, was for me to really lap her pussy until she was so crazy she'd jerk me off until I spurted.
There was nothing tentative about Steph.
She knew a good cock when she had one in her mouth. And mine must have been the kind she really wanted because she did everything to my cock I could think of and she did some things that she thought of.
I slurped off her tasty cunt and said, "I'm gettin' a little hot and bothered."
"So, let it all come out. I can swallow. It was last week I had the sore throat. Could have used some guy's cream to soothe it then. Right now...." she went back down on me, taking me all the way to the hairs. At least that's the way it felt.
My cock expanded inside her mouth. Then her tongue touched that point that drives me crazy all the time. I began to spasm and spasm.
My juice flew out of the tip.
I usually pop five or six times. I broke my record by a good bit. Every time she swallowed her tongue dug in just the right spot, which set me off again.
I wasn't exactly lying there, I was digging deep with both tongue and finger, alternately and in tandem. Not hurting her or anything, but just stimulating her from several direction. My tongue was busy on her clit, my crooked finger on some bumps inside.
I was beginning to soften, but wasn't about to stop without getting her off. She didn't want to give up either.
She raised her hips and rotated her pelvis to get the maximum and most varied contact between my face and her cunt.
Then I felt her clit begin to tremble against my flicking tongue.
She came off my by now soft cock. "That's it."
It was too. She shuddered and twisted until I thought she was going to levitate. Finally we both lay still.
There was a banging on the door and the shutter hit the edge of the table. "Hey, time to close up. I ain't got all day." That was our friendly janitor. Old fart.
"Just a second, Hector, we've lost a checker."
"It's out here." His gnarled finger came through the door crack as we finished putting out suits back on. I wiped my fingers free of pussy juice and took the checker from him.
It might be an interesting summer after all. Wonder if Laura was being nice? scene
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Dan ignores a sign of the times I guess I must have ignored the sign, or stepped over it or something. I was standing at the trough fishing in my underwear for my cock to take a much needed piss when I heard the swishing of a mop. Central Park has several little brick shacks with green trimmed roofs for relieving ones self. And I had to take a piss. I'd been playing tennis but that was over so I'd slipped into my jeans, leaving my tennis shorts on. Some of the grass is long around the park and I didn't want to risk Lyme's disease.
A tick sucking my blood and giving me a disease wasn't my preferred way to go. Now, a woman sucking my cock, that was another thing.
I must have been thinking something dirty like that, because I nearly dropped my load right then and there when this sexy girl's voice said, "Having trouble finding it?"
I looked up from the trough and into the smiling eyes of the most gorgeous brunette I'd ever seen. I glanced at the name tag, Holly was sewn in red on her forest green uniform. "Oooops."
"Don't let me bother you, if you ignored the sign, you must really need to let go." She continued to mop, glancing my way.
"Didn't see the sign. And...." I was going to say I didn't think about women as janitors. That would probably have got me a knee in the groin for sure. I wanted something else in my groin.
"You needed to go. Don't let me stop you." She swished the mop near my feet. I should have worn sandals, the mop would have tickled me to an erection. But then the tics could have crawled between my toes and had a feast.
"I'll use one of the stools," I zipped up, watching her eyes turn disappointed.
"No doors. Keeps a certain element under control."
I must have looked frustrated because Holly said, "Want I should go outside. I can watch and see that you're not molested."
"I can't be molested, I'm over eighteen and willing."
She grinned at that, her dirty grey mop swishing closer and closer to my sneakers.
"Careful," I said. "Don't want to get my toes all dirty."
"There's another shelter over that way," she said, lifting her arm. That's when I noticed the tightening of her coveralls. They tightened against a pair of delicious looking tits. I gulped.
"I'll wait outside."
"You ashamed?"
No, I wasn't ashamed. But suddenly my clothes felt too tight. I unzipped my scuffed leather jacket, ran a hand through my black hair to get it back into position and stepped up to the trough. I unzipped again, catching her looking at me from the side.
My tennis shorts were a bitch. The jock caught my cock, which was trying to expand. If I didn't piss quick, I wouldn't be able to for days.
I managed to fish the thing out, force it down into the trough and let go. I put my head back against my neck and really filled the trough. I could hear the hiss and splash as I let go.
"Whew."
"You must have a gigantic bladder with a hose like that."
I'd almost forgotten about Holly. My cock apparently hadn't because it began to fill up, binding against the jock and leg band of my tennis shorts. I was about to give it a slap when Holly stepped over. "Don't. It's pretty."
I had never thought of my cock as "pretty" exactly. But I guess it could be classified that way if you wanted to. I let it hang there, but it didn't hang for long, because Holly reached over and got her fingers around it, tighter than she'd been clutching the mop a few moments before. "Feels good."
It felt good to me too.
I allowed it to grow. , I have what have been called enormous balls. Actually, that's all sac, and even as my dick expanded I could feel the skin crawling. The tab that held the sac to my cock turned into a taut string as my dick reared its, according to Holly, beautiful head.
She kept up her hand work. I could smell the combination of pink soap, ammonia, and cedar sawdust. And a perfume too. Her hand went up and back a couple of times.
"Ever seen a girl piss standing up?"
I didn't know if I wanted to, or if this were the time and place, but I said, "No," anyhow, my curiosity piqued.
She undid the buttons on her coveralls, let the whole thing drop back and pushed her panties down. She had a nice bush. I breathed deeply.
She kind of squatted and let go. My cock was getting hard at the sight of her pissing like that. Then she jerked her hips a couple of times and the flow stopped.
She ran a finger across my cockhead to the slit and back to the shaft again. My dick has a very sloped head, a little narrower than my cock itself. She seemed to like that.
"Want to see if that thing," she jerked on my rod, "fits in here?" She used her free hand to spread her cunt lips for me. I could see a thick moisture inside and had already noticed the swelling of her mound because she was getting hot for me.
My dick was hot for her too, because it began to leak out of the eye ... and not piss. Thick clear stuff.
Her hand twisted around my rod a couple of time. We both backed off from the trough. Then she had leaned her mop against the stool partition. Then she leaned next to it ... much more attractive. I looked at her bra, my eyes hungry for the sight of naked tits.
She reached behind and popped the catch, her tits fell forward, all warm and pink. I gulped and leaned down to kiss the nearest.
Her fingers were back on my cock. I heard her spit into her hand, and then I felt the hot bubbles coat my rod as she fumbled with my jeans. When she got to the tennis shorts, she said, "Oh."
I became the good guy and pushed my jeans, tennis shorts and jock out of the way. She sighed as my long ball sac dangled between my legs, swinging from side to side.
She felt the pouch, her fingers squeezing the ample flesh until they pinched the hard boiled eggs inside.
Then she rotated her fingers back and forth and around and around. My nuts were hard enough to clank together. She wet her fingers and pinched my cockhead.
We stepped together, our bare knees making contact. My leather jacket brushed her tits which made her tremble.
"Let's fuck whatever your name is."
"Dan."
"Ok, Dan, let's fuck."
I shrugged. I wanted to play with her tits a little more, maybe even French her, but she was anxious.
I heard the shouts of children and wondered if they were having as much fun as we were having or about to have.
My cock pressed against her belly. Since she was shorter than me, my balls were being kissed by her wet pussy. She reached up behind her, grabbed the edge of the green partition, and swung her legs up until they were wrapped around my waist.
My cock could sniff the wetness of her pussy just above it. I grabbed the shaft and adjusted until the cunt lips closed over my tip. Then I edge up and into her body. She sighed, draped herself over my shoulder and we kind of stood there, me jiggling to give my cock a little motion.
"Let's hit the deck. Careful of the mop."
We hit the deck, her ass on one cheek, my knee splayed. I could see my meat puncturing her pink gash ... that was a sexy sight. It had the hair on my balls tingling and my nuts crawling.
I crawled into her warm body inch by inch until I was in as far as the position would allow. When I pulled out I could feel some skin inside her tickling my cock arches.
In again.
My nuts came forward a bit this time. Back out. Then in again. She was beginning to meet my thrusts. I dug deeper.
Her hands found my nuts. She kind of pulled down on them while I kept up a steady stroke. Then she was playing with my buns, stroking them as if they were pet melons or something.
I leaned in and began to worry a nipple. They looked so red and tasty ... and were. I shook my head from side to side while Holly groaned.
We were working up a storm. I could feel the tab of skin holding my balls to the cock stem tightening and loosening. I lifted my shirt up higher and pushed my jacket all the way open. Our chests crushed together, the by now wet nipples leaving a hot trail of spit on my chest.
"Holly, you in there."
She didn't even stop bucking her hips, "Christ, it's my partner Mike. He'll want some if he comes in here."
"Well, don't let him come in."
It was too late. Mike, a slim guy about my height but with blond hair, stood in the door, his eyes bright with lust. "Gees, Holly. Don't you ever get enough."
"None of your fuckin' business, Mike. Now get your dick out of here and let me finish. You might be nice and watch the door for us." This was said between "uhns" as I poked her.
I felt embarrassed fucking in front of another guy, but it didn't seem to bother Mike. He knelt over Holly's head and began to fiddle with the bottom three buttons on his Park Uniform. I'd never seen another guy hard before. I'm not a three way or orgy man but I had to admit I was curious.
Holly was more than curious, she was hot for cock apparently, because she lifted her hands away from my nuts and dug into the fly opening. Mike was in the beginning stages of erection. His dick wasn't as big as mine but smooth and bright red.
Holly opened her mouth and began to suck him off. The girl had a fetish for nuts or something, because she dug into his uniform and pulled his out. They were different from mine, tighter. You could see the oval shape as the sac clung to his balls and that in turn tight to his cock.
She adjusted her head and began to lap at his nuts. Mike smiled at me, threw his head back and closed his eyes while she gave him a ball bath.
Holy mother, that was sexy looking. I wedged my jock up her box faster and faster. My balls were tight too, but you couldn't tell it from the way the sac bunched and loosened as I drove into her again and again.
Once she had Mike all wet, she bent his cock down. He grunted and said, "It don't bend that way, Holly.
"Well get it in my mouth, creep."
I felt her pussy tightening around my rod. She was really trying to pull me all the way into her now. I didn't know what to do next, I wanted to get off, but the situation was so novel I wasn't quite with it. She closed her legs against my dick and bumped her buns on the floor.
That felt really good.
Mike, meanwhile, had begun to change directions so he could get a cocksucking. It was a strange position, with my head poking into his shoulder even though I was leaning back. I could smell the three distinct kinds of sweat ... all of them sexy.
She managed to crane her neck and swallow the tip of his cock. I leaned around and looked at him and then at me. His prick was all shiny a deep red. Mine was sizzling too, looking like a grilled hot dog, only bigger.
A Polish sausage maybe.
We both wanted to get off. I could tell that by the way Mike was pushing into Holly's mouth.
Correction, all three of us wanted to get off. Holly was clamping and unclamping around my rod until I thought I'd loose my mind.
I gritted my teeth and shoved all the way into that incredible pussy. My balls finally began to bounce and pump my stuff out my cockhead and into her body. I could sense the cum eye dilated all the way open.
I grunted, closed my eyes.
They flew open when Mike began to whimper. Then he began to yell. "I'm popping."
And pop he must have, because I could see Holly's throat gulping as she drank him down.
That was a hot session, I can tell you. I left sated but determined the ignore the Restroom Closed sign again if I got the chance.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Brian, a Different Kind of Biker
I like to go biking, I don't mean on those mean looking motorcycles with some guy pretending to be a stud, but bicycling, a more gentile sport.
There are several biking trails in Central Park. I enjoy them all. After a day at GE working over a hot computer fishing out and transferring date, I need to rest my eyes and body from the steady hum of work.
You also meet some nice people riding your bike.
I have long auburn hair. Not the flaming auburn that makes people call you red, maybe more like a Chestnut horse.
I'd like it more if my bike wasn't such a clunker. These smart ass guys, and it's usually guys, who pass you, head down, legs pumping like crazy, on the major hills make my blood boil, though some of them are kind of cute.
I'm one of those racing fanatics anyhow, and my Marushi Tourister, with only five speeds and normal handlebars and seat doesn't catch the eye. The seat is comfortable. Those narrow racing ones would pinch my pussy. If anything's pinching my pussy, I wouldn't put a bicycle seat at the top of the list. And as for the fancy handlebars which look like they captured some poor mountain Ram, they make me bend over too far and throw me off center.
Well, I was peddling my ass, as they say, up the hill, trying to look at ease while my calves screamed otherwise, when I saw a spattering of glass ahead, I tried to swerve to avoid it, but ended up off the trail and down the incline, sprawled on the ground in a most unlady-like position.
My new jeans were ripped at the knee. Which knee was oozing from a small cut, worse, my bra had ripped loose from the futile attempt to hold my tits in place.
What a situation.
I looked up the incline, and there he was, Brian.
My hero. At least he had the my hero look about him. He'd gotten off his bike, one of those expensive Japanese ones, a Nishiki I think. He was a serious biker, I mean serious. He had on tight fitting blue-green Nike knee pants, a bright yellow athletic shirt, and a matching blue green hat. I wondered he wasn't wearing a helmet.
His blond hair stuck out from under the cap in a kind of appealing way. I'd have appreciated him more if I wasn't aching from my fall. Still it's nice to have a good looking guy ease the pain.
He was carrying the red bike over his shoulders as he came down the incline. Then he propped the bike up against a nearby tree, gave it a pat and bent over me. "You OK?"
"I think so. Nothing broken but a bra strap." I saw him looking at my chest so I decided to explain the problem. I didn't want him to think I was some kind of tart.
I'm sure they've used a bicycle as a prop for business before. Not me. He held out a hand. The nails were all bitten off. So dream boat chewed his nails.
The hand was strong though. And so was the arm the pulled me up. I dusted the grass off my jeans and said, "Thanks. I wasn't paying attention and here I am. Did you get that glass?
He looked up onto the trail which was about eye level. "Oh, that. Yeah, I was thinking about that when I saw you. Damned park maintenance."
He walked over to his bike and looked at the knobby tires, lifted the front wheel and spun it, then the back.
His eyes looked for glass shards. He apparently found one, which he picked out.
All the time I was standing there, a lady in distress being ignored by her knight in favor of a bike. It probably cost more than my car, which wouldn't have taken much.
Brian was about to lift his bike onto his shoulder again when he turned and said, "Let me look at your machine." I'd been studying his ass in the spandex and wondering what other masculine delights he had hidden under the suit. While it was cut to show the long lines of his ass, it didn't do much in the front. I think they must have a cup or something built in to keep things under control.
We looked at my machine, which must have swelled with purple pride to be touched by such a macho man. He checked the chain, the derailleur, the brakes.
I felt like giving him a tip. Even my bike shop on Broadway didn't do that well. I wondered if he were as careful and thorough in other things he did.
All the time I was standing near I could smell him. You know how an exercising man smells. Sexy as far as I'm concerned. I kept watching the suit mold itself to his body.
"Follow me," he said.
I grabbed my bike, ready for the incline, but instead he went through the copse of trees to a little glade on the other side of the trail ... it was further down the incline. I watched his ass work as I followed him. My mouth watered. My pussy ... well it didn't watering exactly, but was certainly getting wet.
He leaned his Nishiki up against a tree, stripped off his athletic shirt and rubbed it back and forth across his thick neck.
Wow, did he have a hairy chest.
And big pecs with huge nipple shields. Bigger than mine even.
He took his hat off, fanned his hair a couple of times with it and put it back on crooked so I could see the three aluminum vent holes.
Then Brian put his hands on his hips and jiggled. I mean jiggled. As if something needed to be repositioned inside that tight racing outfit. I bet I knew what.
He looked me up and down, from head to toe, spending a lot of time on my breasts. Then I realized I was standing with my back to the sun and he was getting an eyeful. The eyeful did something to his crotch, because he reached down into the suit and rearranged things.
"Nice evening."
I nodded yes. We were close enough that I could smell him strongly now. God, he was sexy and I was getting horny.
He backed up against a tree, where he rubbed his ass against the bark. I wondered where the sweat went in all that spandex. I bet his oranges were sopping wet by now.
"Heated up, huh? I bet you wish you were wearing cutoffs. At least you'd get a breeze to cool things off.
Brian cocked his head to one side, scratched his crotch idly and said, "I'd rather get hotter before I get cooler."
I acted like a regular whore by undoing the buttons on my blouse. It had apples on it. I felt like Eve in the garden of Eden tempting my man. My tits were there all right and the breeze felt good.
Brian stepped toward me and peered down. He grinned like a little kid and said, "Nice."
"You got something nice for me to look at? After all, if we're going to be arrested for indecent exposure, I want my thrill too." I touched his chest, feathering my fingers through his hair, playing a little game of alternate tweak with his tits. They began to feel like rubber than like stones.
"Careful, lady ...."
"Jill ...."
"A man's pretty sensitive too."
"I thought men were more sensitive here," I said and put my palm where it had been itching to go ... right against the seam of his crotch where it made a double arch to meet the rest of the racing suit.
Wow, he was warm down there and felt pretty big too.
His hand wedged its way down my blouse, popping one of the buttons off. I was about to bend down to get it when I had a better, sexier idea.
While I kept pressing against his cock, I found the string to the his suit and flipped it open. My hand went down inside to meet my palm outside. In between I found a growing cock of nice proportions. Brian closed his eyes.
"Careful Jill. Don't arouse the monster. He's been known to snarl and spit when attacked."
I showed him what a frontal attack was like by twisting around and around his cock.
He showed me what an attack did to him by growing bigger and bigger. I yanked his dick up just as he dove into my blouse and really began to play with my tits.
We stepped close together in preparation for a kiss.
I took my hands out and fastened them on his ass cheeks, pulling his body close to mine. His cock pressed against my mound where I could feel its hardness through our clothes.
Then I looked straight into his eyes and winked.
His mouth opened like a remote control garage door, his tongue was playing around inside. I shoved mine in to join the play.
His hands were on my back, pressing my tits against his hairy chest by then, We kind of ground together.
Brian's hands slid down my body and between us-. He was going to open my jeans. I almost crossed my legs because I wanted more of his mouth and tongue, but his hands were so strong I decided not to resist.
He had me peeled before I knew it, and pressed his spandex against my naked box.
I found the string and made sure it was unfastened. It was like peeling a grape to get the suit off of him, but I could feel more and more crotch hair and then the wet tip of his dick as it pressed against my mound.
I didn't look down but closed my eyes and began to nibble on his neck. He was particularly sweaty there, so I lapped that up.
His hands had my blouse off and flung against my bike.
Then he wiggled his hunky ass, forcing the racing suit down his legs and to his white Nikes. My palms were on his ass, pushing his body and attached dick against me.
We did a slow grind.
When we'd ground two pounds he made the suggestion, "Let's fuck." I listened for a moment. I heard a couple of teenage boys chugging up the hill screaming obscenities at each other. But they seemed far away. And fucking in the open became a desirable activity.
I reached between us, grabbed his dribbling cock, and anchored it against my pussy, then took my hand away.
Brian caught the hint almost immediately. He pushed his hips forward and his lovely cock went up my pussy all the way. He was still leaning against the tree.
Somehow our positions got changed, after about a hundred strokes, or so it seemed. I grabbed the trunk of the birch, and held on as he humped in and out of me.
God, he knew how to stir my insides. I put my hands around his ass again and used them to guide the fuck.
Press to the left, dig to the left.
Press to the right, dig to the right.
Sounds like a square dance call.
I could tell he was getting more and more excited. His chest mashed against my, flattening my tits and scraping the nipples until I thought I'd scream. He was digging at the right angle for my clit too. I didn't wait for him, I exploded in great gasps, both through my mouth and with my pussy.
He was really sweating now.
The yellow shirt around his neck had grown several shades darker.
Brian's mouth opened; I bent forward to kiss him but stopped before contact.
An agonized moan came out of his mouth. He wailed. I wondered if the teenage boys were listening and rubbing themselves.
Then he came.
His cock just swelled and he shot. Shot seems too tame a word for what Brian did. His whole body seemed to turn inside out and every ounce of juice in him spurted into me.
"Wow," he said, grabbing the tree and holding himself up.
"Thanks for the lub job," I said, pulling away from his dick. "My pleasure." scene
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Elsie, not the Borden Cow
I was building sand castles in Central Park when I met Elsie. Elsie ... sounds like a cow, but she was far from that. Elsie was a dark eyed beauty with long black hair, a gorgeous body, but intelligent too.
What a combination.
With a last name like Bernbach and a first name like Elsie, you'd have to have something to overcome the stigma. She looked great in a bathing suit.
Now I don't want you to think that Central Park has a sandy beach like ... well the Boardwalk in Atlantic City or some place like that. If you want sandy beaches you have to go a long distance, because even the lakes around here have stones and pebbles.
I was sitting in what was a sandbox in the park. They must have imported the sand. The box was about six foot on a side and I was sitting in the middle building a sand castle.
I'd just gotten out of the pool and wanted to pretend I was at some exclusive Hawaiian beach I guess. Now, structural engineers aren't supposed to have imaginations. And engineers who work at the atomic lab at Knolls are supposed to have even less imagination. Still, I'd built a pretty good sand castle.
To show my peaceful intentions, the drawbridge was down. I wished I had some sticks and bits of cloth to put some flags on the towers. That would have made the illusion complete.
I was going to pretend to be a bully and kick the sand castle to smithereens when I heard a light, sexy voice behind me. "Those towers are very phallic."
I looked up and there was Elsie, hands on hips, her tiny bathing suit not even wet, if indeed she'd come to the park for a swim ... her hair was too long and I didn't seen a bathing cap.
The lifeguards are very particular about that. Especially the big one in charge. John's OK, but the big one, is always swaggering around, hips pushed forward, bulge showing. As if he had the only dick in the county worth looking at.
My bathing suit was much more modest. I know it pays to advertise, but I felt that advertising in this case was unnecessary. My former wife bought the thing for me. I guess she didn't want me to advertise either. She sure took off with that muscle guy in a hurry though.
Enough of my problems.
My successes have been few and far between, but there was something in Elsie's eyes that told me success could be mine if I worked it right.
Well, we talked about phallic symbols, and their symbolic meaning. Sand castle towers, in her mind, stood for a man's thing as she called it.
When she said "thing" her eyes kind of dipped down and she blushed becomingly.
The wind came up and soon her dark hair was flying all over her lovely shoulders and face.
"We'd better get out of the wind before we're blown away."
"I like part of the idea," she said. Again she cast her eyes down and kind of giggled. Not a school girl giggle, but a womanly giggle, as if she'd thought of something dirty.
So I analyzed Elsie's statement. Then I smiled. The lady was coming on to me which was very unexpected thing.
I asked, "Where are you parked?"
"I'm not parked. I don't have a car. I take the bus. Poor working girl."
"Living with her parents. Just graduated from Schenectady Community College in business administration.
She bit her pretty red lip and nodded. "You know me?"
"We have a number of young ladies out at the Knolls."
She was opposed to atomic war. But not opposed to divorced engineers on principle. "I don't even know your name."
"Buck Adams."
"Buck for Buckley."
"Buck for nickname. My real name is Adrian Adams. Can you imagine that?"
"Elsie doesn't take a prize either."
I took my time and looked at her from toe to head. By the time I reached her pretty face it was a bit red when I said, "I don't know, you'd probably go into the Playboy pages. You're pretty enough and well ...."
She pointed to my sandcastle. I'd built a domed building with a little tower on top of it. "A female phallic symbol?" She touched the front of her bathing suit which was all dark and light green swirls. She kind of tweaked her nipples too.
That's when I invited her to my place for a drink, assuring her that I'd take her home if it got too late.
Well one drink led to two. By the third we were old friends, sitting on the couch, knees touching. Then hands weren't always on drink glasses. Then we forgot about drinks.
Her hand was playing with the hair on my chest, creeping like rush hour traffic from the GE to the Scotia bridge ... down my stomach to the waistband of my suit.
My own was playing in the swirls of her bra. Her nipples were hard by then and my dick was on the way to being hard. So far we'd talked in vague generalities.
Rejection is an awful thing, and neither one of us wanted to risk it.
I looked at her lips, and imagined it leaving lipstick marks around my dick. I flicked her tit idly. She closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss, her hand dangerously close to my cockhead. Then it was on it and we were kissing, her fingers working under the waistband until she found my "thing" as she might have called it.
She sighed against my lips as we double tongued. I used both hands on her tits now, fingers tweaking, palms lifting and massaging. I'm a pretty good tit man.
She was a pretty good jerkoff artist. And quick. My suit didn't exactly disappear, but she managed to hook it under my balls and begin long stroking me. I have pretty good equipment for long stroking. And Elsie didn't have to work too hard to get me all the way up.
I was on the edge of popping my nuts at a moment's notice.
She was on them too. Then she broke away, her eyes heavy and lidded with passion. She kissed my nose just once, and then began to pull on the hairs on my chest as she licked her way down. She was squeezing my cock and jerking it at the same time.
God that felt good. Engineers calculate, but I hadn't had this kind of thing done to me for a long time. I thought back to my sandcastle. I guess I had done things to the towers that were prick-like.
Elsie stopped licking my chest long enough to nibble on my nipples. I have big one, and they were as hard as little cocks in a few swipes of her tongue. I'd managed to find the clasp on the top of her suit, so I had something to look at and play with in an underhanded sort of way as she licked her way down my belly.
My cock was jumping in her hand, even when she stopped stroking. I could feel those lips around my dick. But they weren't there yet. She teased my belly button, slicked down the hair of my patch.
She'd stopped jerking on me, but my dick didn't stop jerking. With each lick she sent a sympathetic vibration through it. I had to concentrate not popping my nuts because I wanted to feel those lips around my dick. I also wanted to shove it someplace.
Her skimpy suit was soon down to her knees, and she didn't miss a lick as I pushed it out of the way. My fingers were on her clit, in her slot, poking up her hole as she came closer and closer to my cock.
I moaned.
"My teasing getting to you," she asked in that quiet voice of hers.
I could hardly talk, "Yeah, we're going to baptize the couch if you don't do something but tease me pretty quick."
She didn't say anything, but I could see her dark head lift ... I could only imagine how widely she was opening her mouth. Then she clamped around my cock, her lower lips working up and down on that hot spot under your cockhead.
Geees.
I nearly lost it, but I relaxed and closed my eyes.
Elsie gave good head. She knew just how to use her lips and tongue to bring me to the peak. She also knew when she'd brought me there and stopped leaving me a mass of quivering cock nerves.
My finger fuck was proceeding nicely and I got to ride her clit and tickle her puss in dozens of spots. I brought her to a near climax a couple of times, then stopped.
Finally she slurped off my dick and said, "We'd better stop teasing each other. I want you to fuck me, you want to fuck me. What more do we need to know?"
"Yeah." I pushed her back against the cushions of the sofa, her head lifted by the arm. I started to climb onto her. Her eyes flew open, looking down as I jerked on my cock to keep it at the ready.
"There's condoms in my purse."
She was not only beautiful but smart.
I found the condom, gave it to her and watched her tear the yellow package. These were the clear kind, as if she enjoyed watching a guy's cock. I held my cock up, she spit onto my rod and rolled the thing down. There was still a little space to my nuts when she finished.
Then she began to suck on my cock with its latex covering, bringing me up to the peak again.
I couldn't stand the teasing any longer. I kissed down her body, jammed my tongue into her puss just to open her up a little and then slide up her body, dragging my hairy chest over her smooth skin.
She closed her eyes and waited, one leg on the floor, the other up over the back of the couch ... completely open to me.
I bent my dick as much as I could, but had to bend my body more to get into position. My hand kept up a steady but not too arousing beat. Finally I made contact. Just contact. I could feel the cunt lips tickling the tip of my rod. Then I pushed forward just a little. Her hole opened and I slid in ... then further and further until our bodies were welded together at the crotch.
"Long dick me," she mumbled. I long dicked her.
Boy, did I. Deep into her hot body. And then all the way out. The condom gave an extra feeling of restriction, as if my dick Were covered with a form fitting outer skin. Which in fact it was. My soft spot found something of interest inside Elsie and I rode that to a near peak.
My belly slammed against hers and my nuts dragged along the leg she had on the floor. Her pussy seemed to grab me, as if trying to pull me all the way inside.
I didn't want to come off quite so soon.
I like to have that scraping feeling go on for hours, until my balls are almost sore with the effort. But this first time with Elsie was going to be cut short pretty quick.
I played with her tits to distract my nuts for a few more strokes ... but they weren't fooled. I jammed and twisted until I thought my cock would be raw.
"Cream me, Buck. Shoot the condom full."
Well, with that kind of encouragement, especially from a dark haired beauty like Elsie, I obliged. I fucked like a mink in short rapid strokes, my belly bouncing against hers. She screamed just as I was reaching my peak.
I felt her cunt grab at the condom as if to strip it off.
Then I didn't feel anything any more but a roaring fire in my nuts, as if the charge had gone off to start the atomic reaction.
There was a brief flare, and then I began to pump. I wondered if I'd need a reservoir tip. But I wondered more at the intensity of my cum. It beat my hand any day.
I slumped all sweaty against Elsie's tits. The nipples bit like hard nail points into my chest. I was so sensitive that I didn't dare move at all. Elsie's stomach went up and down with her breathing. Even that little motion was too much for me. I gasped.
She kissed the top of my head. We lay there for some time.
I built sand castles, in my head, with gigantic phallic symbols, with big heads. I wanted to put tubes up through the center and attach a pump so it would spew out stuff.
Finally Elsie said, "Let's have something to eat, I'm famished."
I was too. So we constructed gigantic sandwiches, eating and sitting around naked. We finished up with another fuck for desert. This time I didn't fill the condom up so full, but it was still fun.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kristi discovers it's not nasty
We were on the Teeter-totter late at night. Actually, we shouldn't have been in the park at all. The signs all said, PARK CLOSES AT 11 PM. Here it was nearly two AM.
Derek Roberts and I had been on a date ... a concert in the park, then off for something to eat, more conversation and hedging. The park is dangerous at night, what with the druggies and all. But I wasn't worried. Derek seemed a good protector.
I'm guess I'm just a prick tease. My mother's got me so scared of a guy's dick that I can barely use the word.
Derek had pawed me a couple of time, getting a feel of my tits ... that kind of thing. The thing you do on a date.
I'd grown to like Derek.
What's not to like. He had a cap of dark hair, a nice square chin and high cheek bones. All American boy, right? And All American Boys like to fuck, right? But not me. I'd never even groped a guy down there, though I'd see the big bulges and long tubes when they get hard.
Well, we were on the Teeter-totter, bouncing up and down. My recently blond hair was flying around my face. I'd worn a plain blouse in light blue, taupe panty hose and an ass hugging Navy skirt.
Derek's eyes were all over me.
I had to slap his hands away at the concert, "Not in public." Then I had to practically knee him in the restaurant where we sat side by side in a curved booth for four.
And on the way to the park I sat close enough to be touched, but so far that he'd have to lean over and I could remind him to drive.
I guess the Teeter-totter was getting to me.
My nipples were rubbing against my bra. My pussy was jarring every time we hit the ground. Derek had the mechanical advantage on me ... he was heavier by twenty pounds at least. That meant I had to lean way back in order to have any kind of balance.
I suspect he was trying to knock my teeth out in revenge for giving him such a hard time.
I put my legs on the board on the other side of the handle and nipped over it. Of course, that put me up in the air. A breeze stirred my skirt. I could see Derek's eyes growing big with interest.
He put one hand in his crotch, as if to cover up something, but I knew what was happening.
I was prick teasing again. Would I ever stop teasing and get to work? Find out what a guy was like down there? He put his feet on the board too and edged his ass over the handle. He was up now.
Derek was grabbing the sides of the board, so his crotch was kind of open to me. The breeze came from his direction, and I smelled that arousal smell that guys have when they're hot to do something. The park light was way off to the left and cast a long, twisted looking shadow on his crotch.
We met at the pivot, our hands on the pipe, fingers nearly touching. His sneakers were tight against his ass and his basket pushed all the way up.
The thing be had in his pants was twisted, like one of those corn meal twists that Pillsbury sells. My eyes did a dance.
"Well," he said.
"That's a deep subject."
"You got me all excited. I could see up your skirt."
I wondered if my modesty panel had suddenly turned transparent. "And ...."
He touched his crotch right where his cockhead must have been. I guess it's my teasing instinct. My legs were up kind of high and the skirt had slid down to my belly.
I spread and pushed a foot between us. He grabbed me by the ankle. I held on to the sides of the Teeter-totter while he slipped my sneaker off, tossed it to the sand below and held it against his crotch.
I wiggled my toes over his dick. God, he was hot ... I could practically hear the sizzling as I played with his dick.
He took off one of his sneakers, left I think, and pushed his toes, clad in a white athletic sock, against my mound. His big toe found my slit and poked into that. My modesty panel was going to be wet in a few seconds if he kept that up.
He did.
It was.
My toes were toasty warm from his dick ... he was hard and twisted. I didn't understand that. The few pictures I'd seen showed a long stringy hunk of meat. This was more like a ring baloney, maybe not as thick or long, but that kind of shape.
I touched Derek's zipper with my toes, seeing if I could grab it through my pantyhose.
No such luck.
He looked down to where I was poking his rod, grinned up at me, and leaned back slightly. He lifted his butt off the board and unzipped himself. Then he popped his top button. His shorts flowed through the opening, carrying the outline of his crooked dick. I knew it had to be crooked now.
I leaned forward.
His lips met mine.
What an awkward position, but I'd decided, awkward or not, I was going to get my first handful of cock and soon.
I touched his shorts. He spread his legs as wide as he could and reached inside his shorts to do something. I had kicked off my other sneaker by then and was pushing against the elastic top of his shorts.
He stopped smiling, his eyes going blank and his mouth opening, a little trickle of drool ran down to his pointed chin and across.
He kicked his other sneaker out of the way and began to play with my pantyhose. We both had the idea at the same moment. I hooked my fingers into the edges of my underwear and he did the same to his.
We both lifted our asses off the board and pushed down at the same time. Our eyes were fixed on the other person's crotch. That's when I got my first look at a guys thing.
It was twisted.
Curved and twisted at the same time. It had great big veins twirling around it like so many wiggling worms. And right in the top was an arch. He bent his dick down for me to see, it was too hard to droop at this point.
Right in the middle was this hole. That's where his stuff came out I bet. He wiggled the rod from side to side. The breeze pushed his musky ... kind of fishy ... smell toward me. I sniffed.
"Want to touch it?"
My fingers itched, but I held off replying right away. My fingers were in my bush, pinching my clit to give it a little extra attention.
"Yeah."
That's when we both stood up, allowing the Teeter-totter to fend for itself. My pantyhose and his pants almost sent-us on the dirt with our legs up in the air, but we grabbed each other and hugged close.
And then closer.
I could feel his dick, like some hot bar of iron, sending out its infrared rays to my crotch.
Then our bodies were touching there. His dick was curved to the right. I caught a glint out of the hole in the middle and wondered if he was lubing up like I was.
We pressed together, not kissing or anything, but just feeling our crotches grind together.
Wow, that was hot. My pussy spasmed and jumped and I thought I was going to pass out.
Then he placed his palms on my buns and pulled us very close together. Only his stiffer was between us. His nuts were swinging against my clit. , He reached between his legs and pushed them into that area again and again.
I wiggled my hand between us to get a good feel of his dick. My thumb did little swishes up and down his opening. I guess he was lubricating like me. But I decided not to have that thing in me just yet. After all, I didn't know what would happen and I was still scared.
"Do you play with yourself?" Derek asked, his eyes two bright points, reflecting the park light.
"Yeah."
"How do you do it?"
I held up two fingers. First the middle one and then next longest one. I placed them against my cunt lips and spread them wide. He was looking at me all right. The light was kind of feeble, but enough for a guy to look into me if he wanted to.
He did.
He bent a little, grabbed his cock and started to jerk on it, and looked. Examined. Peered.
He did all those things. I could hear the skin on his rod moving up and down, see the glossy glow at the cockhead.
"And that's how you do it?" I had watched his fingers as they clamped around his rod, the thumb tucked under the middle fingers.
"Yeah. Want to try it?"
I stopped stroking my pussy, gulped, pushed my mother's warnings out of my mind, and grabbed his prick so my thumb rode on the tube up the middle of his dick. I began to jerk him off.
He smiled and held two fingers up to his mouth, sucked on them for a few seconds and then pushed them between us, making contact with my pussy hair but not my opening. He went back to his mouth for some more spit and then found my lips.
Oooh, did he find my lips. When you're doing yourself, you know all about your parts. Derek was less knowing, but he sure felt good playing with me down there.
Well, before you know it, he was up in me, his fingers twisting and turning almost as much as-my fingers were twisting and turning on his dick.
"Careful," he said.
"About what?" I thought I was hurting him. Maybe I had his dick too tight in my hand. What did I know?
"Too late." He said, twisting his body to the side so that his cock was in the light. I watched as the eye winked and a white strand squirted out. Then another and another.
I lost count. He lost his balance, swaying from side to side. I had to hold him by his cock. Finally he settled down. Then the thing became so floppy that I wasn't holding him any more.
He blinked his eyes open, then licked his fingers again and jerked me off, his thumb touching my clit, his fingers up in me.
Boy did I pop.
His fingers were a lot wetter when I got done with him.
I guess the Teeter-totter had tutored me in the ways of men. And I took the lesson to heart.
