SH-101  New York Tails
by Unknown


CHAPTER ONE 

As told by John Gibson, A Shy Guy 

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 

* * * 

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 

* * * 

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. 


THE END
