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This is the second in what I think will become an ongoing series about a 
guy I knew a few years ago.  Each of the stories can be read separately 
and is designed to stand on its own.  Disclaimer: If you're not legally 
old enough to read Adult Material, go elsewhere.

                        A Friday Night Pickup 

                       2nd in the Warren series


                        © Paris Waterman 1998

 The Bar, was really just that. A bar, a no frills neighborhood joint 
populated by a young knowledgeable in-group making the late night scene. 
Historically, it was a converted blacksmith shop, located in New York’s 
Financial District. The actual bar was small, the patrons clustered 
around tables that held clam fritters and other appetizers. The drinks 
were expensive and more than covered the cost of the free food. Music 
blared from an audiophile’s dream of what speaker’s should sound like. 
It ranged from Boz Scaggs to Chet Baker. One could safely say it had 
something for everyone. Only the owner knew the jukebox provided a 
substantial amount of revenue each week, for it played on long after the 
bar closed each night.

Warren appeared almost magically. He managed to reach the bar and notice 
the new barmaid before someone spotted him and called his name in warm 
greeting.

"Hey, Warren! How’s it going guy?" A redheaded, freckled-faced 
stockbroker raised his fuchsia-colored martini in greeting

"Great Joey, how’re ya hittin’ ‘em?

"Awright guy! Hey, Glenda!" Joey hollered to get the barmaids attention 
and pointed to Warren. "Give‘im whatever he wants, ‘kay?"

Glenda, a striking brunette with a well-deserved hard body, replied "You 
got it Joey," and moved lithely down the bar to Warren. Joey and several 
others nudged one another as they waited to see how Warren would treat 
this one. Several women at various stations within the bar also glanced 
discretely in his direction.

Glenda liked what she saw and gave Warren the benefit of her best smile. 
"Joey’s buyin,’ what will you have . . ." and made the mistake of 
adding, "handsome?"

Once again Warren used this as an opportunity to confirm his status as a 
legend among his peers. In a well-resonated baritone, he sang out loud 
enough to be heard over the jukebox, from which one clever lady was 
astute enough to reach out with a dainty ankle and pull the plug.

"Just bring me two pina coladas

I want one for each hand

Let's set sail with Captain Morgan

Oh and never leave dry land"


He wiped his hand across his mouth, and urged the listening customers to 
join him. Glenda stood there in shock, mouth agape for a moment then 
quickly began preparing his drinks as Warren resumed singing.


"Hey troubles I forgot 'em

I buried 'em in the sand

So bring me two pina coladas

She said goodbye to her good timin' man

Hey troubles I forgot 'em

I buried 'em in the sand

So bring me two pina coladas

She said goodbye to her good timin' man"

And he drove his fist into the air and two guys to his left joined him 
glasses raised in the air, as he segued into the chorus.

"Bring! - bring! - bring! me two pina coladas"

By the next line, most of the people had linked arms or were toasting 
each other as they all joined in for a rousing finish. 


"Yeah I want one for each hand

Let's all set sail with Captain Morgan

Oh and never leave dry land"


Warren halted as his pina colada arrived, served by a beaming Glenda. 
"More, more," the crowd chanted.

"All right," Warren smiled, "this crew was meant to suffer anyway. Here 
goes . . ."

Warren: No the troubles I forgot 'em

Crowd: Troubles I forgot 'em

Warren: I buried 'em in the sand

Crowd: I buried HER in the sand

Warren: (smiling broadly finishes the song off to great applause) Oh 
man!

"So bring me two pina coladas

And say hello to her good timin' man"

Warren gestured to Glenda and she came back over to him, and he leaned 
over the bar and kissed her on the lips. When it ended he whispered to 
her, "What nights are you off?"

Stammering, Glenda answered, "Wednesdays and Thursdays . . .?

"Keep Wednesday open. Here’s my number," and he handed her his card, 
"Call me Monday afternoon, okay?"

"Uuuh, yeah . . .sure . . . call ya . . .right."

And he moved off to work the crowd, glad handing some, patting this girl 
on the rear, approaching a petite blonde with a pixie cut and a tattoo 
partially revealed on her breast from behind and lightly kissing her 
neck, causing a shriek followed by gales of laughter. Then he spotted 
the tattoo and did what no one else had the nerve to do - he asked to 
see it. The blonde never hesitated, she pulled her top to the side to 
present over half of her breast for his inspection. Of course Warren’s 
finger traced the lines of the tattoo and ending by circling her nipple 
before telling her it was the greatest work of its kind he’d ever seen. 
And he was off again. Everyone touched him one way or another as he 
moved through the bar. A mousy looking brunette stood off to the side 
with a girlfriend even more forlorn then her. Warren smiled down at both 
and told them they were looking great. As he was moving on his hand 
casually felt the brunette’s inner thigh and moved up to cup her mons. 
Her legs bucked and her friend caught her before she fell. Warren moved 
on, oblivious to her condition. Then he spotted Gail. He thought she was 
a vision. Of course, he’d had six pina coladas by then and the lighting 
was poor, but his instincts seldom failed him. This time was no 
exception. Gail was truly lovely, dressed in a white smocked tank top 
over a full, white flowing skirt with a high side slit, her blonde hair 
loose, sweeping in a delectable wave over her pretty face. Her small, 
firm breasts jutted out against the material. Her eyes were lightly 
lined and she had applied just a trace of lipstick. Warren noticed as he 
appraised her, that she wore no bra. Even in the dim light, her stubby 
nipples and the dark shadow of her aureoles were evident.

Gail carefully placed her drink in the center of the wet circle on the 
bar and smiled gently into the mirror behind the bar satisfied with her 
twenty four year old appearance, which was pretty good since she was 
only nineteen. Karen had been right, this was just a bar, but it had a 
lively crowd and the music was as good as it was loud. She bet herself 
there wasn’t a person in the bar over 30. 

Discreetly she glanced in Warren’s direction as he approached, and to 
insure capturing his attention, she leaned back in the chair, tilting it 
on its swivel hinge, while crossing her legs to reveal a good bit of 
thigh. Not satisfied with this, Gail resorted to thrusting her chest out 
even further and lifting her hands to sweep her hair off her neck. Her 
small breasts thrust out, and the nipples seemed to be bursting through 
the tank top. She had come here to specifically to see this supposed 
marvelous male specimen and if he was all Karen said he was, to leave 
with him. But Gail was not the only female with Warren on their agenda.

Warren evaluated the women in the bar again and making his decision rose 
and approached Gail. He was totally relaxed as he stood next to her, 
holding his seventh pina colada at waist level and to his side and said 
in a well-modulated voice, "This sounds corny as hell, but have we met 
before? You look awfully familiar." She giggled to herself, and leaning 
forward, turned to face him, closing the distance between them even 
more. 

Warren smiled, his white teeth sparkled and Gail took in a surprising 
amount of information as her eyes swept from his to his lower torso. The 
thick black hair, his sad, but very alert eyes, the hair on his chest 
and the black knit shirt he wore with casual elegance. She also noted 
that other than a wristwatch he wore no jewelry. 


"I don’t think so," Gail responded with a combination of amusement and 
enthusiasm. "But you do a great Garth Brooks."

Her open hands and wide eyes told Warren more than he needed to know. He 
reached out and took her hand in his, gazing at it with a kind of 
reverence.

"What are you doing?" she asked, although the lilt in her voice told him 
she wasn’t offended.

Warren ignored her question and said, "Come with me," as he placed his 
drink on the bar, and he’d continued to hold her hand as they walked 
through the maze of tables to the right of the bar, stopping to 
introduce her to his friends and associates. 

"Mel, this is . . . " he paused to allow Gail to provide her name. 
"Gail," she said. "Gail," Warren repeated as though to himself. Mel, 
Gail here is the most desirable woman I’ve met in a long time." 

And so it went, "Jerry, Jerry, how’ya doing guy? Say, I want you to meet 
the vivacious Gail, isn’t she gorgeous? Gail would normally have felt 
like a trophy on display, except for the constant body contact she was 
luxuriating in with him. He never let go of her hand. One minute his 
other arm was around her back, then around her waist, He was always 
close beside her. Their thighs touched with the third introduction and 
when he made an amusing remark, she used it as a pretext to push her 
hand against his chest to test its hardness. A moment later, she moved 
her thigh enough to reestablish contact with his. 

Suddenly, they were alone in a dark corner of the bar. Gail was 
surprised to find herself leaning against him and hoping he’d touch her 
intimately. His mouth was close to hers and she absorbed the sweetness 
of his breath as he whispered in her ear. 

"I want you to do us both a favor, okay?"

Flushed with the early stages of arousal, Gail answered before thinking. 
"Sure, Warren. What is it?"

"Go into the ladies room and take off your panties and bring them to 
me."

Gail was stunned at the request. But she also felt her pussy contracting 
as the wet dewdrops formed on her inner lips.

"I must be crazy," she said, and attempted a subterfuge, "but a dare’s a 
dare. You’re on," she said and she said it with enthusiasm. 

Warren surprised her again. "I’m not daring you to do anything. I want 
you to take off your panties and come back here," he said this softly, 
looking directly into her eyes. "If I like the way they smell I’ll take 
you home and fuck your brains out. Now go!"

Gail, not used to being ordered around, hesitated a moment looked into 
his eyes and then headed straight to the ladies room to follow his 
instructions, reasoning to herself that she’d come there to seek him out 
and he was everything Karen had indicated and more, including very 
different than the normal Friday night Romeo.

The ladies room was crowded with women who were applying makeup in front 
of the mirror and relieving themselves in the three booths. Gail stood 
next to one waiting for it to become free. Gradually, she became aware 
that the girl inside the booth was masturbating and getting loud about 
it. The masturbating girl started to scream as her climax coursed 
through her body. "Arrrrrrgh! Yes! Oh, Jesus! Yes! Warren! Oooooooh! 
Yessss!" reverberated throughout the tiled room. 

Gail, nervous, and feeling conspicuous was mollified to see another 
woman grinding her clit against the countertop while trying to apply 
lipstick with a shaking hand. Gail realized the girl had affected 
everyone in the room. Gail’s pussy was just about drenched by this point 
and to her great relief, the booth opened and the masturbator emerged. 
She was a small, mousy brunette who glanced at Gail and said, "Oh, 
you’re the one with him tonight." And strode unconcernedly to the mirror 
and began applying blush to her cheeks. Gail caught the booth door on 
the backswing and entered. It reeked of sex. Hoisting her skirt up and 
sliding her panties down, Gail squatted and relieved herself. After 
drying herself with an abundance of toilet paper, it hit her; the 
masturbating girl had called out his name! "My God," she thought as she 
automatically touched her clit gingerly with her middle finger and 
searched for her juices which continued to seep out of her. She knew the 
other women were waiting for any sounds of masturbation and contented 
herself with a brief flurry of finger action before following Warren’s 
instructions and removed her panties. She flushed and left the booth. A 
petite blonde had her breasts bared and was showing off a tattoo to 
three other women as she left. She returned to the corner where Warren 
was waiting.

Feeling foolish, but extremely excited from anticipation of what he must 
be like in bed, she laughed and said, "Do you want them now?"

Warren held out his hand and accepted them. He noted their dampness and 
he sniffed them while staring into her eyes, which faltered and dropped 
with both shame and arousal.

"Just as I thought," he said with a grin, They’re gooey with your 
juices."

After he uttered those words, Gail felt the first indication of an 
orgasm, and clamped her legs together.

"And I might add," he continued, "they are fragrant as hell."

He spread them apart so that the crotch was in front of his face and 
stuck his tongue out to lick the gooeyness.

"Ummmm, they taste good, but I’m sure you’ll taste much better Gail," he 
said with a huge smile.

Gail’s knees buckled and he had to catch her before she fell. 

"Did you just cum baby?" he asked gently.

Gail, still reeling from her first climax sans stimulation told the 
truth.

"Yes, ooooh, I . . .I . . ." She felt his cock pressing against her ass 
as he held her. This prompted yet another wave to wash over her. She 
could not believe what was happening to her.

"That’s all right baby, ride it out. It’s good for you. I’ll support you 
here while you cum," he whispered in her ear, while grinding his hard 
cock into the crevice of her ass. "And don’t worry about anyone 
bothering us. They won’t. I promise."

Gail’s breathing began to even out and Warren surprised her once again. 

"Show me that pretty pussy Gail."

"Are . . . Are you . . .crazy," she huffed, still trying to regain her 
breath.

Without waiting any longer, Warren’s hand went up Gail’s skirt through 
the slit and ground briefly against her damp mons before lifting the 
skirt up to her waist. He knelt down, holding the skirt aloft and as 
though performing a routine job, inspected her pussy.

Warren stood and dropped the skirt, watching as Gail smoothed it back 
into position. 

"You’ve got a great looking pussy, baby," he said off-handedly. "I like 
it when a girl trims it properly. I like it a lot. Come on, let’s get 
the fuck out of here."

Afraid to pass by the other patrons of the bar, Gail meekly followed 
Warren out the nearby exit. 

"Let’s take your car to your place, you can run me back in the morning," 
he told her.

"He’s presuming a hell-of-a-lot," she thought. Then she laughed aloud. 
"Of course he’s dead right. I do want him to fuck my brains out. I think 
he can too," and she opened the car doors.

As Gail halted the car to check traffic before leaving the parking lot, 
Warren leaned towards her and whispered in her ear. They were alone and 
he could have spoken aloud in normal tones, but this whisper provided a 
climate of the greatest intimacy. 

"As long as we’re stopped, hoist that skirt back around you’re hips, 
baby, I want to finger fuck you a little. Gail drew in her breath, as 
she grew even more excited. Quickly she raised her hips and tugged the 
skirt up as he requested. He surprised her again by saying "You first 
Honey. Warm that pussy up for me."

Gail held her retort back and slowly lowered a hand to her center and 
placed a finger at her entrance. "Well," she thought, "I started this in 
the ladies room, so what if I have an audience of one," and inserted the 
finger as far into her as it would go.

"Would you like a taste," she asked him, withdrawing the finger and 
holding it in front of his face. 

"All right," he said, and moved toward her with open mouth. After 
sucking her finger for a minute or two he removed it and directed it 
back into her cunt. 

"Concentrate on you’re driving now and keep that finger going." Then 
Warren pressed his lips to her neck and began licking, kissing and 
sucking. Gail started to moan and kept moaning for the rest of the 
twenty-minute ride. She counted her orgasms. Counting the ones back at 
the bar, she’d had seven. Each one more powerful than the one before. He 
covered her neck with hickeys, and as she thrust three fingers into her 
sopping cunt Warren slipped one and then a second finger up her rectum. 
She had to stop the car and rode out yet another orgasm on the shoulder 
of the road.

Finally, she parked the car in front of her apartment.

"T . .T . .This . . .is . . .is . . ." she shuddered for her climaxes 
had been relentless. 

"Okay, baby. Is anyone else up there?" A boyfriend . . .a husband?"

"Nn . . .no," she stammered. "K . . . Karen . . .will be . . .be in . . 
. later. Is that okay?"

"Karen?" he mused over the name. "A kinda short blonde with nice pert 
tits, a great ass. Gives wonderful head?"

"I . . .don’t know about the blowjobs, but the rest sounds right."

"Well, alright! A little of this; a little of that; and lot’s of 
calimar.

Confused, Gail looked at him and said, "Calimar?"

"A royal blowjob baby. Calimar’s the same as head." He casually caressed 
her ass as he told her this. Enjoying the feel of his hand, she pressed 
against him.

"Let’s get it on, sweet-thighs," he laughed and smacked her ass 
good-naturedly.

Once they were up in the apartment, Gail, always a good hostess, made 
Warren a scotch on the rocks and handed it to him.


"Thank you," he said as his eyes roamed over her body and she began to 
shiver with expectation.

He chuckled, eyes bright and warm, and stretched his arms out to her. 
Gail rushed to him. Warren lowered his head and they kissed slowly as 
his tongue slid between her warm, soft, moist lips and explored her 
mouth. She was equal to the kiss. Tongues explored teeth and gums. Teeth 
clashed against teeth as the passion began to seethe. She wound her arms 
tighter around his shoulders and dug her nails into his back, almost 
tearing through his shirt. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled his smell, 
a mix of musk, sweat and sex. 

She ground her sex against him, already verging on another orgasm.

Stoking her round firm ass, Warren ended the kiss, and kissed each eye 
in turn. 

"You’re beautiful Gail, just fuckin’ beautiful," and he cupped her 
breasts and fondled them gently, and instantly her nipples shot out 
stiff and hard in his palms.

"Come on ... let's go into the bedroom," she said huskily.

"No, not yet, baby," he said gently. "First I want you to suck my prick.

Gail sighed and said, "Sure honey. Right here okay?"

"Oh, yeah, right here’s fine."

She knelt down in front of him and lowered his zipper. 

"I might as well ditch the pants," he said, and dropped them. 

Gail hooked her fingers into his black bikini underwear and lowered them 
to his calves and he shook them off and removed his socks and shoes 
while Gail stared at his cock, for it was big, long and thick, and still 
limp. He stoked it a few times before relinquishing it to her care. 

Gail took his member in her fist, peeling back the foreskin and, after a 
practice turn at angling her neck to deep throat it, parted her lips, 
and absorbed his member in her mouth and began to suck it. 

Now it was Warren’s turn to moan. He told himself for the hundredth 
time, "Nothing beats a good blowjob, except another good one."

"Ahhhhhh, that’s the way, baby . . .Calimar!" he groaned as her tongue 
laved along the length of his cockhead. Gail appreciated his praise and 
strove harder to please him, sucking harder. Her head bobbed up and down 
between his legs. Her mouth felt incredible, warm and inviting, sucking 
him avidly, swirling, licking, sucking, sucking, sucking. Her hand 
cupped his testicles, tickling first and then drawing her long nails in 
a light scratching circular pattern.

Feeling euphoric with the power to pleasure she now held in her hands 
and mouth, Gail naively permitted herself to dream of their future 
together. Humming contentedly, she changed tactics and drew him deep 
down into her throat, his pubic hair brushed against her lips. She 
pulled his cock out and began rubbing it over her face. Teasing the both 
of them. Her eyes were shut and her face was flushed with lust. Warren 
moaned softly. Gail mewed as she licked the underside of his shaft. Then 
she resumed sucking his cock again, wondering when this magnificent stud 
would gift her with his sperm.

She had his buttocks in a firm grip and pulled him even closer and 
deeper into her hungry mouth. 

On Warren’s behalf let us say that he continued to fuck her face 
eagerly, his hot, throbbing cock glistening in the lamp light as it slid 
in and out of her mouth. He leaned over to squeeze her nipples, finding 
them firm and hot. 

Now she was holding him with one hand as the other sought her wet cunt. 
Still kneeling, she spread her legs apart and in what Warren would later 
consider one of the most obscene gestures he’s ever seen, ripped her 
skirt away to reach her objective. He watched as she placed three, then 
four fingers inside her.

He croaked hoarsely, "Baby, go for it, get the whole hand in there!"

She stopped sucking his cock for a minute, to whine, "Warren ... lick my 
pussy!

"Go for it first Gail baby!" he rasped, wiping the sweat from his brow 
and flicking it on the carpet. She sat back and looked up at him, and 
with a lewd smirk, jerked her legs wide apart, raised her knees and 
forced her thumb in with the others. It wasn’t long before her hand went 
in to the wrist and she looked incredulously at Warren as if to ask, 
"What now?"

Warren laughed obscenely. He knelt down and kissed her hard. Her tongue 
flashed into his mouth with a crazed frenzy. She bit his lower lip and 
drew blood then sucked it into her mouth to swallow it.

"Let’s get something up your ass while we’re at it," he suggested, and 
wet his fingers in her juices. "Keep twisting your wrist, and try 
opening and closing your fingers in there. That should bring on a flood 
baby."

Warren lay down a barrage of kisses on Gail’s face and neck, leaving a 
trail of blood in their wake. Gail tried to raise herself up but failed, 
her fisting position played hell with her balance, so Warren assisted 
her to her knees again and using her free hand to steady herself, she 
presented her ass to Warren.

Warren approached her ass as though it were a shrine. He started to 
trace his fingernails around her puckered pinkish rim. As he continued 
this, he began kissing her cheeks.

Gail began to writhe, "Oh, Jesus! That feels great! Please don’t . . . 
don’t . . .stop! I . . .I . . . I’m . . .cuming again! Oooooooo! 
Oooooooo! G . . . G . . . God this is fantastic! 

As Warren’s finger penetrated her asshole, Gail screamed with pleasure. 
"Ughhhhh!" she groaned. "Ughhhhh! I . . .I . . .feel like. . . I’m gonna 
explode!

"Do you want me to fuck your ass baby?" he asked as his finger made 
small circular movements within her rectum. 

Gail shuddered before replying, "Oh, yeah! But you're so big! Can ya . . 
.make sure . . ." panting heavily, it was a struggle for Gail to speak, 
"ya don’t hurt . . . me sweetheart?

"Don’t worry baby," he said, manipulating a second finger in, "I’ll try 
hard not to cause you any pain. But it’s gonna hurt a little now. Is it 
still okay?"

"Ohhhhh, yeah, sure. I . . .gotta tell you . . .wfffffffff! That hurt! 
But, oh, yes . . . I've dreamed about being fucked there. Yes, fuck my 
ass!" she said, as she spasmed again. "Huuuuugh! Shit! Oh, shit! I’m 
cuming! Oooooooh! Oooooooh! Oooooh! I . . . I . . . never fisted before 
. . . it . . . it’s fanfuckintastic! I . . . don’t know what . . . 
what’s gonna happen . . . ughhhh! . . . when you fill my . . . shitter!

The radio blared out Billy Joel’s, Uptown and the sound prevented them 
from hearing the door to the apartment open.

>From his position, Warren saw Karen enter the foyer. As she froze at the 
sight in front of her, Warren used his free hand to wave and signal her 
to be quiet. She nodded, and remained standing frozen in place.

Gail, completely unaware of her roommate’s arrival, was unconsciously 
humping up and down with her hips, eager for Warren’s prick.

Warren made a minor adjustment to her position, parting her legs a 
little, and Gail, her sweat sheened body glowing in the soft lighting 
continued her frenetic fisting. Positioned on her one forearm and knees, 
Gail immediately thrust her buttocks up at him, her fine hair sweeping 
in a lovely curtain over her face, her head turned to one side. 

"Ready?" Warren asked, lining up his fully erect prick and pressing it 
against her tight little ring. He found Gail breathing deeply, gasping, 
"Fuck me, fuck me . . ." 

Inch by inch, Warren began slide in. Gail yelped, shuddered and groaned, 
"Time out . . .time out!

"What is it?" he asked.

"Wait . . . just . . . wait a second . . . I . . . I . . . gotta get my 
hand out," and with a loud sucking sound she tugged her hand free of her 
sopping cunt. 

"Okay baby," she moaned, "fuck away!"

The carpet beneath them was soaked and dark with a mix of sweat and 
Gail’s juices. Warren’s managed to work three inches in and is covered 
with sweat. Gail is speaking in some private babble, half English, half 
God knows what.

Warren turns his head to confront Karen still locked in place and 
signals her to strip. She doesn’t, but lifts her dress and pulls her 
panties to one side as she begins to masturbate.

Warren wanting to shield Karen from Gail tells her he’s going to lift 
her and carry her to the chair where she’ll be more comfortable. This 
guarantees Gail won’t see Karen for some time. 

Panting heavily, Gail cries out, "Come on, fuck my ass ... I want your 
cock in my ass . . . all the way in, come on, fuck it hard!"

Warren turned to smile at Karen, flexing his buttocks at the same time. 
Karen was slowly removing her clothes and now stood next to him wearing 
only a white garter-belt, thigh-high white hose and high heels. He had 
figured out what the girls didn’t yet know about themselves ¾ they were 
bi (well, Karen knew this) and wanted to be dominated by him.

"You’re a vision from heaven," he told Gail, shaking his head and 
showering her with his sweat. Karen sank to her knees behind him and 
began to fondle his balls.

He was much thicker than Gail expected, and she felt the walls of her 
anal canal tearing as it expanded to allow his entrance.

Gail cried out, her head snapping up, her mouth jerking open, her lips 
drawn back in a rictus, but remained as she was, facing the back of the 
chair. She managed to worm her hand under her stomach to her clitoris 
and began to tease it. Warren gripped her hips and slammed his hips 
forward, forcing his cock deeper into her ass. Gail gasped loudly. 

"Arghhhhh! Ooooh it hurts! It hurts soooooo good! Baby! Baby! I’m 
cuming, Oh, shit . . . What’d ya dooooo? I can’t stop cuming!

Gail reveled in the feel of his hard, hot, throbbing prick in her ass. 
Waves of pain and pleasure washed over her. She gathered her thought for 
a moment to reflect, "If this is what ass fucking is all about I’m all 
for it."

Warren was enjoying Karen’s tongue and placed a hand on her head to 
signal her to continue. In response, Karen dragged her long nails along 
his ass cheeks to his hole, leaving a long red welt, and wetting a 
finger with her saliva, began to screw it into his rectum.

He spread his legs wider apart to open his hole to her questing finger 
and groaned as Karen pressed onward. Flinging his head back, Warren once 
again released a torrent of sweat around the room. Sucking his belly in, 
he drove his rigid prick even further into Gail’s ass. Deeper and deeper 
it went, and Gail cried out in agonized lust as his hot prick seared her 
channel.

"Like it, eh, cunt?" he grunted, nuzzling her neck. "Like my prick in 
your ass, eh?"

"Yes," she whimpered. "Oh god yes!"

Warren began to concentrate on holding off his climax. He listened 
intently to Gail’s babbling and torrent of pleas and promises. 

"Oh baby, you’re so good, I'll do anything for you . . . I want to give 
you everything . . . please? Please? I want to be a little pervert for 
you, a slut, a complete slut . . . I want you to spank me, to whip me 
properly, whip me all over . . .Will you do that? Whip me hard?" 

Warren assures her he has every intention of doing just that. Then 
realizing he can’t hold off any longer, he begins to berate her, hoping 
it will drive her completely over the edge.

"Come on you cunt, that’s what you are ya know, a fuckin’ sniveling 
little ass sucking, cunt fisting, cocksucker who’ll blow anyone I tell 
you to. Ain’t that right baby?

"Oh, yeah, Warren. Oh, yeah. I’ll suck anything you put in front of me. 
Oh baby, keep that prick movin’ like that . . .I’m . . . cumin’ again. 
Oh, Christ . . .it’s sooooo fuckin’ good . . .I never want it to stop . 
. . Oh, God . . . Oh, God! 

Warren made his mind up to finish with a flourish. He unflexed his 
buttocks and slowly slid his brown flaked prick out. Pausing for a 
fraction of a second, he sighed before skewering her anus again. Gail 
moaned thickly, her body swaying and undulating erotically under his.

His hands glided up to her breasts and grasped her hard nipples and 
squeezed hard, as he continued to slide out and in. Gail convulsed and 
spasmed still embedded on his throbbing prick.

"Did you mean what you just said baby? He whispered into her ear.

"Huh?" she responded almost delirious with pleasure.

"You know, about suckin’ anything I put in front of you."

"You bet your ass I will, she answered with a lewd and obscene laugh. 
With that Warren withdrew his cock from her ass with a loud swooshing, 
sucking sound and presented it to her mouth.

"Can . . .can . . . I . . ."

"Can you what bitch, you fucking whore, are you gonna deny you just said 
you’d suck anything I put in front of you?" he screamed, the veins in 
his neck bulged. A frightened Karen quickly withdrew her finger from his 
ass and a cowering Gail took his slimey prick between two fingers and 
guided it into her mouth. 

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"Ummmph! She gulped as Warren pumped twice and began to ejaculate into 
Gail’s mouth. "Don’t swallow it!" he told her, "hold it, I’ve got a 
surprise for you baby.’ Reaching behind him, Warren grasped Karen by the 
arm and gently pulled her in front of Gail.

A shocked Gail almost spit his sperm out. 

"Waaas disss? Waa . . .ren?

"Don’t spill it and don’t swallow it, Gail," he admonished.

"Aw, shit, I’m sorry, Gail baby, but she came in just when I was 
stickin’ it up your ass. Karen and I . . .well, you must know we’ve been 
fucking for a while. And since Karen was watching us and is probably 
hotter than a two-dollar pistol, why don’t you just kiss her and swap 
the cum with her. He gestured with his hands, "Come on, girls get it 
on."

Karen leaned in close to Gail, who was still stunned by this turn of 
events. Gradually she came around and closed in just above Karen’s open 
mouth. To Warren it seemed like a slow-motion film, as Gail cautiously 
allowed the sperm to leave her mouth. It formed a long thin string mix 
of sperm and saliva and it hung suspended in air for a second before 
reaching Karen’s wide-open orifice. As the last of it entered Karen’s 
mouth, they kissed open mouthed for the first time. Karen’s tongue 
searched Gail’s teeth and gums as Warren’s had earlier. Warren chuckled 
as he watched a trickle of sperm dribble from the lips of both women. 
Karen quickly swallowed. The kiss lasted a surprisingly long time. 
Finally, they broke it, but held one another tightly. Warren ran his 
hand along Karen’s leg until he reached her wet pussy. A moment later 
Gail’s hand touched his and recoiled as if shocked. 

"Put it back Gail." Warren ordered. "Karen will take all the fingers we 
have to give her, right Karen?" 

"Right," Karen moaned softly. "Come on, Gail, touch me."

He guided Gail’s hand into position and she inserted two fingers into 
Karen.

"Oooooh, that feels sooooo good baby!"

"You’re sure?" Gail asked tentatively.

"Sure I’m sure . . . do me baby . . .do me!"

Warren’s gleaming prick was semi-hard as he offered it to Karen who 
accepted it and after kissing the head, started licking the underside in 
a slow languid fashion.

"Ahhh, that’s good. I’ve got to lie down. Let’s all move to the bedroom 
shall we?"

Once inside the bedroom Warren asked Gail to make some drinks for 
everyone and she left the room while Karen continued to fondle his balls 
and tickle his ass with her fingernails while drawing his long cock 
deeper into her throat.

"You two ever get it on before?" he asked. She withdrew his shimmering 
cock, holding it with two fingers, watching a string of saliva hanging 
and stretching longer and longer, failing to snap.

"Not yet we haven’t." She reached out and broke the string. "I want to, 
but 

she’s . . . kinda prudish. I think she wanted to, but . . ."

"Let’s fix that, shall we?" and he laughed aloud.

Gail returned with the drinks and everyone relaxed on the bed as they 
were consumed.

"Gail," Warren said, "did you enjoy our session?"

"Except for the very last part, yes," she said softly.

"You did come to the bar looking for me didn’t you?"

"Yes," she replied in an even softer tone.

"Do you remember making some promises out there?"

Biting her lower lip, Gail paused before answering. Karen was licking 
her lips, hanging on every word.

"Yes," she said, hardly discernible.

"What? Speak up, I didn’t hear you," he said evenly.

She looked up for the first time and answered in a normal tone, "Yes, 
goddamnit I do!" Flushed with anger, Gail continued, "Do you mind if I 
ask where the hell you’re going with this?"

"Not at all," he said kindly. "Do you recall saying, ‘I'll do anything 
for you . . . I want to give you everything . . . please? Please? I want 
to be a little pervert for you, a slut, a complete slut . . . I want you 
to spank me, to whip me properly, whip me all over . . .Will you do 
that? Whip me hard?’ "

"Ohhh Jesus, what have I done?" Gail cried and tears streamed down her 
face. 

"Hey, hey," he crooned, "remember you set out to pick me up. Didn’t you 
enjoy every fuckin’ minute of it?"

He paused, absentmindedly running his hand along Karen’s thigh to her 
mound. Gail tossed her hair and her small breasts jiggled temptingly as 
she wiped at her eyes.

"I’m not plannin’ on selling you to a white-slaver or anything," Warren 
said, his voice murmured quietly. "We just had great sex," and he ran 
his fingers lightly across her neck, causing a tremor to course through 
Gail’s body. "And we’re gonna have more of the same, if you’ll give us a 
chance."

Gail’s head jerked up and she stared at the two of them. "Us?" she said, 
feeling a queasiness ripple through her belly.

Warren sensed her reaction and strove to placate her. "Yeah, us." And he 
gestured towards Karen. "You live with Karen . . . you just had your 
fingers in her and you two kissed each other for an eternity . . ."

"But I don’t wanna fuck Karen . . . I like guys . . .not girls . . ." 
Slowly her head drooped, and the tears resumed falling.

"Okay baby, okay. Let’s try something different here. I’m gonna do you 
again, Okay? Just close your eyes, spread your legs and relax," he said 
soothingly, and the emotionally exhausted Gail lay back on the bed and 
spread her legs for him. Warren carefully placed a pillow under her 
behind and lifted her legs onto his shoulders. Then he bent down to 
place a tender kiss on her labia.

"Oooooooooh," she moaned and placed a finger in her mouth. Her eyes were 
closed and her pelvic muscles were already twitching.

"Ya know, baby, you’re the hottest bitch I’ve fucked in a long, long 
time. You relax now. I’m gonna take my time, cause I’m gonna do Karen 
too. Just don’t go to sleep on me," he teased.

She giggled, mollified now that she and Karen were not going to have 
sex.

"Hey, baby," he said softly, I’ve got an idea, and his finger entered 
her oozing pussy.

"Oooooooh, Warren, that feels sooooo good!" She sighed, "Soooo good."

I’m gonna do this for a while," and he eased a second finger in and 
reached around to her anus to find that hole still open enough to take 
two fingers from his other hand.

"How’s this," he whispered in her ear just before sticking his tongue in 
it.

"Christ! Ohhh, Warren! That’s good! Ohhhh! Jeeze," and her voice choked 
up, it won’t be long at this rate."

Warren looked at Karen who was licking her own nipple and winked back at 
him.

"I’m goin’ as slow as I can baby," he said softly. "Would you like me to 
blindfold you? And then after you cum this time, I’ll spank you. You’ve 
been a bad girl today haven’t you?"

"A blindfold?" 

"Yeah, it adds to the excitement," he said to reassure her.

"I haven’t been spanked in a long time. Ya won’t hurt me will ya?"

"No. In fact I’ll give you a code word. If you want me to stop just say 
Yellow."

"Yellow. And you’ll stop?"

"That’s right and Karen will make sure I do, won’t you?"

"Of course I will. Don’t worry Gail it will go just fine."

Karen had the blindfold in her hand and tied it around Gail’s face. Then 
Warren turned Gail onto her stomach and took two Velcro ties and secured 
her hands to the headboard. Before she could register a protest he was 
doing the same to her legs.

"What . . . why tie me up?" She cried.

"Just so you don’t move too much. This is gonna hurt a bit you know."

Warren shoveled a hand under her belly and resumed finger fucking her 
moist pussy. Gail scrunched her butt as high as she could to permit his 
hand to roam.

"Oooooo yes, I love that. But, baby . . . don't hurt me too much, 
please?"

"No baby, nice and easy. Remember your safe word." And he glanced at 
Karen and was amused to find her squeezing her breasts together and 
pulling on her nipples, stretching them out and then sucking on them.

He sat on the edge of the bed admiring Gail’s firm cheeks, before 
asking, "Have you done this before Gail?"

"No, no, never. But I've thought about it a lot."

Warren smiled, impressed with her eagerness and stroked her cheeks 
languidly, almost caressing them. He looked over to Karen and raised his 
arm in preparation to delivering the first smack. 

Karen is frantically humping her fingers, and the wet, slurping sound 
carries over to Gail, causing her to ask with some alarm, "What . . 
.What’s going on there? What’s that noise?"

"Karen’s getting a little carried away with herself," he said 
soothingly, and she’s gonna suck me while I do you. He was smiling at 
Karen, whose eyes were shut. Warren lowered his hand and instead of a 
smack, he began exploring Gail’s sopping wet cunt. Gail moaned in 
anticipation.

"I . . . I . . . promise to be a real good girl . . . real good . . ." 
she whimpered, as she bit her lip. She's extremely wet, and is 
unconsciously humping up and down with her hips, eager for something, 
anything.

Warren suddenly slapped her right cheek hard, then the left. He 
continued alternating the spanking until a dozen smacks were delivered. 
Then he paused. Gail was grimacing with the pain, but hadn’t cried out.

"How about another round Gail? Are you up for it?"

"Oh, yes please!" she responded quickly. Tell me what Karen’s doing?"

"Is Karen helping you get excited?" He crooned into her ear as he slid 
two fingers inside her and moved them in a circular fashion.

"Oh . . . Oh, God! Oooooh, Oh, it's so good. Please, please . . . I'm, 
oh, am I going to come?" Gail cried out in astonishment, as Warren’s 
hand starting whacking her again.

"Yessssssssss! I . . is . . . she coming from watching . . . . me?

"Are you cuming Karen?’ Warren asked in a hoarse voice. Karen never 
opened her eyes, but responded as she came.

"Nauggggh! Naugggggh! Aaaah! F . . .F . . .Fuck yeah!" Karen yelled 
loudly. "Ooooooh yeah! This is a great cum! T . . . Thh . . .Thank . . . 
you Gail honey!"

That sent Gail over the top and humping up and down, in rhythm with his 
smacks she too started cuming. 

"Oooooooh Christ! I . . .I . . .don . . .don’t believe this! I . . . 
Can’t cum like this! It’s too fucking powerful!" Still, Gail shifted her 
position to present her ass for another round of smacks, letting out a 
long moan filled with lust and craving.

Karen’s lying next to her on the bed, legs spread wide apart and 
panting, pleading incoherently, whimpering, "Yes, yes . . ." 

Warren leaned over Karen and kissed her softly on the mouth. Prompting 
her back to reality.

"Ummm," she sighed.

"I think Gail’s ready for you now baby," he said, his voice bearly 
audible.

"Uhhhh," she moaned quietly, "Ohhhh yes, uhhh, ohhhh, God yes! Thank you 
Warren."

Karen reached over and freed her hands and legs. Then she ran her 
fingers around behind Gail’s head, removing the blindfold and tossing it 
aside. Karen put both hands on Gail’s head, tangling her hair in her 
fingers and eventually pulled Gail’s mouth to hers. She kissed Gail very 
deeply for some minutes. When they pulled back, Gail was rapidly 
changing her opinion on bi-sexual behavior.

"Oooooh, wow! That was soooo nice. Karen, please . . . kiss me again," 
she asked plaintively. 

Almost by instinct, Gail’s hips began moving in a bucking motion, and 
she discovered she was now rubbing her very wet cunt against Warren’s 
thigh, soaking his leg thoroughly, pulling it toward her in such a way 
that it appeared she was trying to swallow him with her sex. Gail felt 
another orgasm approaching. As she let loose an anticipatory guttural 
scream, she heard Karen off in the distance saying, "She's coming again 
Warren," and felt Karen place the tip of her index finger against her 
anus. 

Karen’s other hand went immediately to Gail’s now slightly swollen lips, 
lingering here and there as she stoked them. She knew how sensitive they 
were from all that had proceeded. Gail’s eyes were closed and she was 
breathing rapidly as her hands clenched the sheet tightly, pulling it 
from its mooring around the mattress.

Warren had gotten up and was dressing.

"Are you okay baby?" Karin asked. 

Gail nodded, and Karin slid a fingertip inside the now very red, swollen 
lips. Gail opened her eyes, looked up and locked eyes with Karen. The 
finger slowly slid into her cunt to its full length, and fluttered. Gail 
groaned. 

"Muuuuuhh! Muuuh . . . pussy! She wailed.

"What about your pussy baby?" Karen crooned and took a nipple into her 
mouth.

"Aughhhhh!" Gail moaned joyously. This delightful sensation caused her 
hips to buck again as she stove to compel Karen’s finger in deeper. 
Karen, evidently very knowledgeable in this area, withdrew it a bit. And 
Gail’s hips settled back down, but she cried out in longing at its 
withdrawal.

Karen reverted to stroking and rubbing, going about this much longer 
than necessary.

Warren finished dressing, checked on the girls again and quietly left 
the apartment.

Gail’s breath was coming in short gasps and her belly tightened as 
Karen's fingers found all her hot spots. Her pussy had never felt this 
sensitive before. Karen’s manipulation had every nerve in her pussy and 
stomach screaming. She was verging on combustion.

Gail groaned and writhed, still clutching the sheet tightly in her 
hands. 

"Would you like me to stop," Karen teased quietly, her fingers still 
busy, sensing Gail’s need to be finished off.


"No. That feels wonderful." Gail snorted, as she continued to gasp for 
air. Karen slid two of her long, carefully polished fingers deep into 
the inflamed cunt. She brought exquisite delight to Gail as she very 
slowly pumped them in and then just as slowly, drew them out and watched 
the strong emotions of lust flicker across Gail’s face.

Karen casually leaned down and let her hot tongue run up and down the 
very swollen outer lips. Gail whooped at the touch of the tongue and 
groaned loudly. 

"My God, that's good. Oh, Oh." 

Karen continued to lick. Gail continued to groan. This continued for 
some time.

"I want to eat you," Gail moaned. "I want to taste your cunt, Karen . . 
. please?"


"Yes, oh . . . yes . . .eat me Gail. Put your tongue in me." She was 
almost cuming herself as Gail unleashed this uninhibited display of 
feminine arousal. Gail swiveled around and rearranged Karen as she 
leaned back resting her weight on one arm. Gail bent Karen’s leg so that 
it would help support her and pushed the other out to the side, thereby 
presenting her cunt as a tempting target. Karen stared at her, amazed at 
the manipulation and then it was her turn to gasp, as Gail took Karen’s 
hand and had her start to finger herself. This Karen did, all too 
gladly. Then without warning, Gail drove her face down onto Karen’s cunt 
and started lapping like a dog. Her groans of passion were muffled deep 
within Karen’s cunt. 

As their lovemaking progressed, Gail learned of a repressed desire of 
her own, a fondness for Karen’s long, thick, excited, erect nipples. 
And, although she tensed up when Karen cupped and then squeezed her 
breasts, she found it so pleasing she relaxed and discovered herself 
kissing Karen again and again. Slowly and deeply, probing and 
intensifying the heat. The heat that had both girls ravaging the other’s 
pussies using the classic 69 position when Gail’s climax hit. And Gail 
nearly threw the two of them off the bed with its force, as it flashed 
from her lower abdomen, then through the lower part of her body and 
ended in her toes.

Karen followed seconds later, cuming with an equally violent force.

Exhausted and sweaty now, Gail collapsed in a breathy heap on the bed, 
throwing her arms over her head. As her breathing returned to normal, 
Karen kissed her softly on the lips, lingering over the tip of her 
tongue as if she were memorizing every taste bud, and said, "I like the 
way you change your mind." 

"Ummmmmm," Gail sighed, "Glad I did. Hey! Where’s Warren?

"Oh baby," Karen cooed, "we won’t be needing him for a while will we?"

They held each other tight as they giggled into each other’s ear.
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