("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Unethical Behavior by Tinman (tinmanjc9@hotmail.com) *** Bob and I were making a stained glass piece when one of his friends stopped by with his girlfriend to make a connection. Bob and his friend headed for the "farm" on their Harleys to get what his friend wanted. Since the folks at the farm didn't appreciate strangers coming along, the "friend's" girlfriend stayed with me. We got very friendly and started something very pleasurable. (MF, exh, rom, oral, cheat) *** It was in the 70s in Colorado. My longtime biker buddy, Bob, proud owner of a bitchin' old shovelhead chopper, was on friendly terms with his "connection," Eduardo, a local dealer. That made Bob popular with his crowd of biker friends who were always looking to score. Bob built stained glass pieces and being old friends, sometimes I helped him. At this time he had a contract to build a large, oval shaped stained glass scene to hang over the bar of a new local club. That night we were working on straightening, rebendng and laying out the lead caming that joined the pieces of glass. An occasional toke on a fat joint, washed down with a beer kept us well tuned up -- some fine albums on the stereo helped. About eight o'clock we heard the unmistakable rumble of a Harley pulling into the yard. Turned out to be one of Bob's biker acquaintances and the dude's old lady. Now, "old lady" wasn't really an apt description for this delicious creature. Long golden hair fell straight around her pixie-like face, nearly down to her bell- shaped bottom, which sloped away from a fine narrow waist. She was very pretty in the face, too: high cheekbones, pert nose, wide mouth, smooth complexion without makeup, some sexy freckles scattered under her eyes, and blonde eyebrows that made me think she was a natural blonde (but of course I still wondered and fantasized about finding out for sure). She kind of reminded me of shorter Carly Simon. She wore a baby-blue pullover sweater that had soft fuzz all over. Through that fuzzy material I could see a pair of fine, perky breasts, my favorite kind: not too big, just right.. To complete her stylish but girlish appearance, she wore snug fitting saddle-butt jeans that hugged her ass like I wanted to. As she walked to the kitchen I scoped that tight jean-clad butt from the rear and my mouth watered. Yummm, I thought. After some weird hand greetings and introductory bullshit, friend-dude explained to Bob the details of what he was lookin' for. Bob nodded, then turned to me to say he didn't have what the dude wanted on hand and they'd be taking a trip to the "farm" to pick it up. Said they'd be gone about an hour, but I figured it would be more 'cause Bob could never resist stopping at Showdown's on the way to say hi to whichever of his buddies happened to be hanging out there and soak up a couple free brews. Because of his connections, his buddies were always eager to set him up for beer. Bob says the girl won't be able to go with them 'cause at the farm, they don't like it when unnecessary unknown folks come 'round when there's business afoot. So it's just Bob and friend-dude this time. I knew that, of course, but Bob explained for the benefit of Blondie.She'd be staying here with me, he tells her, and she should help herself to the beers in the fridge; he also handed us a couple of fat joints and told her to just relax and enjoy the wait. Dude gave Blondie a perfunctory wave goodbye, and then he and Bob mounted their bikes and roared off toward the farm about fifteen miles out of town. I resumed putzing around with the caming and the glass. Blondie walked around the big layout table watching me, checking things out, pulling on a beer now and then, making small talk about what the glass project would look like when it was done, how it would be framed, where it would hang, stuff like that. She had a sweet voice, very relaxing and mellow. I was beginning to get a little turned on by her presence, being alone together and all that. She had a certain grace about the way she walked and stook -- kind of angular, but very feminine. After fifteen or so minutes, I decided to take a break. Blondie and I headed into the den where there was a big TV, and I asked her to turn the stereo off and find something on the tube for us to watch. As she did, I buffed out four lines of my own personal stash. When she saw that, she gave a nice "Oooooo," which rhymes with "who" which rhymes with "do." So we did. I held the glass Harley mirored plate up to her with a straw and she made a couple of those lines disappear, after which I did my magic on the other two. "Snuff, snuff... ummmm... ahhhhh... smack smack." Or something like that. Twice each. Very nice. She was happy. Me, too. Then as we relaxed with our beers we kind of watched some nondescript TV movie with the sound turned down low. We sat in a pair of easy chairs, bantering back and forth like any pair of high heads, pushing out words so fast they just pile up, mostly unnoticed. That's the way it happens when you snort those lines. Then we shared a joint to mellow out a little. And got kind of quiet again, real smooth, y'know. I was still very much aware of being alone with this beautiful young girl. As often happens when I snuff and toke, I was starting to get warm body rushes, especially around my groin. This was caused -- I felt sure -- by Blondie's warm, golden aura which I could plainly see and feel -- all warm and snuggly and golden, with a red tinge at the edges. Looking at her I thought to myself in some cockney internal voice, " me cock is startin' to rise, matey." I recalled that when that happens my brain gets blood- starved and I do dumb-ass things. Tonight was no exception, it soon became obvious. As our conversation had gotten kind of personal, with me throwing in some appropriate compliments on her looks. Then -- God knows where I got the courage -- without so much as a second thought for the consequences, I stood up, clearly showing her the good sized bulge in the front of my jeans. It caught her eye right away. Obviously she was a smart girl. But just in case she hadn't really appreciated the full implication of the thing, I kind of emphasized it by grasping it through my jeans as if to rearrange my jewels, giving it a squeeze or two. Subtle? Well, no but then who wants to be subtle when they're on the make. Then, somewhat to my own surprise, I hear myself asking Blondie right out, in my weed-croaky voice if she'd wouldn't like to just make it with me right now. Before she can think to respond, I add that I'd just had a vision of her beautiful butt, bare, bent over the big rolling arm of the sofa, with me doin' her from behind. "Blood-starved brain at work," I joked, "right?" She caught the joke as she glanced at my jeans, 'cause now my dick was as hard as it could get inside that denim lock-up, and it was pretty much showing both its length and its state of readiness. Then, damned if she didn't flutter her eye lashes in that sexy way women have, raise one of those blonde eyebrows for a few seconds, and to my astonishment said, "I thought you'd never ask." "Jackpow!" I murmured under my breath. She stood up and staring right into my eyes begin unfastening her jeans. No conversation. No nothin'. In a matter of seconds, we both had nudified our actionable parts and after a few minutes of introductory kisses and strokes under her shirt, around her butt and between her thighs, I turned her around and bent her over that sofa arm, giving her neck and shoulders some very warm kisses and lots of admiring "ummmmms" as I did. I squeezed her breasts as I bent her forward and kind of pinched her little nipples. I immediately dropped my jeans and shorts and fell to my knees behind her. I spread her cheeks and started to kiss and nibble all around her fine little butt. It was very clean and nicely scented -- smelled like a spring bouquet. She rolled forward a little on her sofa-arm perch to raise her box high enough for me to lick and probe her cunny until she was nice and wet and starting to squirm a bit. That brought some nice sighs and moans from the darling girl, and some throaty groans from me as my tongue played with her clit -- giving her a real "hummer." She liked that big time. Y'know what? So did I. Maybe even more than she did. I absolutely love goin' down on a fine woman. All that was fine, yes it was. But fine rhymes with time, and time was not on our side, so before long I stood, stroked myself a few times to spread my juice around on my shaft, then rubbed the head up and down her sweet, pink smoothly shaved slit which by now was very very wet from my oral adorations. It just kind of opened up for me, and I steadily slid a little more than seven thick inches inside this golden- aura'd girl's pussy, right up to my balls, which I could feel pressing onto her bare, warm flesh -- damn that's a wonderful feeling. Almost came right there. I squeezed my butt to pump even more blood into my cock, expanding it. She must have felt that throb, 'cause she squeezed her cunt, compressing me. The battle of the sexes. Over and over. Good. Yes it was! Damnnation, it was! In that position, she couldn't move around much but she made the most of what freedom she did have. I sure could move, though, and believe me I did. I slipped in and out of her, I moved around in circles, I raised myself to a higher angle and fucked down into her, then I stooped to a lower angle and slowly explored up her, looking for her spot. I slid in from a left angle, then from the right, stirring her insides like a bowl of pudding. I felt every nook and cranny inside her sheath, and soon I could feel her pussy walls milking me with progressive waves of pressure, like a hand sliding back and forth. Jeez! did we ever did get it ON. I looked down to where we were connected and saw a nice ring of foamy lather that our energetic fucking had made there. The outer lips of her pussy were tight around my shaft, with no room to spare. That sight made me harder still and I speeded up, pumping harder, faster, even going a little deeper. She felt the rising level of excitement and squirmed even more, around and back and forth on my cock. I heard her sweet voice begin moaning, "Yes, oh God yes... do me, get me off... make me cum..." Shortly, lucky Blondie went off big time and her orgasm seemed to last a long time. In fact she may have had two or three. Her cunt squeezed my dick so hard it was all I could do not to cum yet but I did my best to resist until she seemed to be finished and went kind of limp over the sofa arm. By that time I had that unstoppable, "Oh so fucking sweet" sensation starting deep in my butt, working its way up through my balls, conveying clearly to my brain that there was nothing it could do to prevent this so I might just as well relax everything and let it GOOOOOOOOooooooooo! I did. Blondie felt it and moaned, "Oh God! I can feel you squirting, its so hot." Hands gripping her butt, I pulled her hips back into me as tight as I could, burying myself deep in her, right up to her cervix and let it cum fourth. After several heavy spurts of my hot creamy juice, we both collapsed into a heap on that old sofa's arm, rolling over onto the seat. "Damn, girl, that was about as fine as I ever had," I told her with my pot-raspy exhausted voice when I could breathe again.. She grinned at me and replied, "Me, too, you stud. God! I've been needing that for a week. My guy just doesn't do it very often any more." "Well," I said, "then he's one big fucking dummy and deserves to lose you." At that, she just smiled a soft smile, raising her eyebrows and tilting her head as if she was in full agreement She looked at her watch and went, "Ooops! Damn, we better get cleaned up." Time had gotten away from us what with the lines and all. We had been screwing there on that couch arm for nearly thirty minutes without realizing it. So we hurried to put ourselves back together again fast. While she got a washcloth and cleaned us both up, I buffed out another set of lines and we uploaded them (cleans up the brain like Norton Utilities clean up a hard drive, you know). Turned the TV up, took our separate seats, opened fresh beers and chatted like civilized strangers until, a few minutes later, we heard the approaching sound of two deep-throated Harleys. Friend-dude didn't even come in. He had what he wanted. Bob told Blondie that dude was waiting for her outside. She gathered her things, smiled and came over and kissed me on the cheek, whispering in my ear, "Call me, soon!" She tucked a small piece of paper into my shirt pocket and hurried out the door to ride away with her dude. When I looked at the piece of paper I saw it held a phone number. All through that wonderful fuck, I never knew Blondie's name. I found out later that it was Janet, when we met again -- but that's another story. I liked that name, though. Bob suspected something, maybe from the satisfied look on my face. He didn't ask. Later, of course, he guessed when she and I started going together. But that night I never told Bob I had just balled his friend's old lady. Bob wouldn't have liked that. He'd have said it was unethical behavior. Especially since he didn't get in on it. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 35