by D. L. Savage
I could hear him softly grunting beneath her and I was unsure if it was from pleasure or discomfort. Man, that must be quite a smell, I thought, knowing just how pungent and stinky my own panties were by now.
As Amy worked herself back and forth across his face, his muffled moans coming out from beneath her toned tanned ass in occasional gasps, I began to fixate on his dick, which by now was absolutely rock hard and straining in a big taught bulge from the front of the leopard print thong he was wearing. I mean, I didn’t find him hot, but I had to admit that there was something kind of kinky and sexy about seeing him get so hard like that, so fucking turned on, without even touching himself.
Amy worked herself even harder against him, her breathing becoming shallow now. I knew that she was about to come. She gasped, then her body bucked as she rode out her orgasm on his perverted face. I looked again at his dick, which was twitching and pulsing away beneath the thong, the dark stain of pre-cum now soaking the whole front of his panties.
“My turn!” I said, with a little private shiver of anticipation.
As Amy got off him, I realized that his whole face — his chin, his lips, his nose — were slicked and shiny with her pussy juices.
I crouched down, ignoring the twinge of embarrassment I felt at stuffing my smelly ass and pussy in this absolute strangers face. And as I lowered the gusset of my thong against his eager lips, I felt his tongue flicking out, immediately finding the swollen little bean of my clit and lapping at it, sending a shiver of pleasure around my body. I gasped and began to grind my pussy and ass against him, feeling his tongue moving down, over my pussy lips then circling around my asshole, then back again. Fuck; it felt pretty damn good, and already I could feel the faint tremblings of my own orgasm, building first as a tight ball of tension in my tummy, then fluttering out around my body, each shockwave becoming more and more intense.
I put my hands out to steady myself, either side of his waist, and brought my head forwards a little so that we were almost in a sixty-nine position.
That big bulbous bulge in his panties again caught my eye and as I ground myself against his lips and tongue, I reached out and tugged the gusset of his thong to one side, freeing up his dick. Wow! Now as a hot college girl, I’ve seen my fair share of dick, and I know how different they can look. Some can be thin, some can be thick, some can be short, some can be long, and some can be downright ugly. Well, this one, to my surprise was actually pretty fucking hot — kind of perfect looking if I’m honest. The balls were smooth and round and shaved, the shaft was thick and smooth, and the head was a delicious light pink color, all swollen and inviting-looking and slicked wet with pre-cum.
I rode his face even harder, enjoying the sounds of his grunting, feeling my own orgasm beginning to build in me as he tongued at my clit and pussy lips and asshole through the flimsy dirty material of my thong, and I brought my head down, so that my face was now only inches from his hot, twitching cock.
Oh fuck it, I thought, parting my lips a little then lowering my face further and taking his thick wet cock gently into my mouth.
The moment I touched my tongue to it and wrapped my lips around it, I heard him moan deeply, his own licking becoming frantic now.
I sucked up and down on his shaft a couple of times, feeling the big hot head of his dick pulsing and growing against my tongue, and then just like that he shot his load, the force of his sperm catching me a little off guard. I felt his cock squirt deep into the back of my throat, each jet hard and strong and hot, and I kept my lips clamped firmly around his dick, feeling my mouth fill up right to the brim with his load.
Then, with a shudder, I felt my own orgasm hit. I gasped as I came, the sperm falling out of my mouth and flowing down over his hot cock and balls, covering the already wet thong with a fresh gooey white cream.
I whimpered, feeling my hips bucking involuntarily as the shudders of my orgasm flashed out around my body. Finally, when I was done, I pulled myself away from him and stood up, my legs feeling pretty wobbly.
I looked down at him: he was a mess, his face slicked wet and shining with both mine and Amy’s juices and his now-shrinking dick all gooey and creamy from his massive load.
“Fuck, that was hot!” I said, unable to keep the grin off my face.
At this Amy laughed. “I’m not sure what kind of lesson we’ve taught him, to be honest. I have a feeling he might have enjoyed himself!”
I laughed too.
“He wasn’t the only one …”
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12
Special Friends
The summer I turned eighteen, I developed a huge crush on my best friend Kelly’s dad. Whenever I saw him, my knees would turn to jelly and my heart would pound and I would feel my clit begin to throb in my panties.
Kelly knew, of course, because we told each other everything. All we seemed to talk about that summer was sex: the things we’d done, the things we wanted to do, and the things we only ever fantasized about.
Kelly was a lot more sexually adventurous than me. She seemed brave and wild in a way that I wanted to be, but could never quite managed. The way she talked about sex made it seem effortless and natural; no different to shopping or surfing the internet. She’d tell me all these wild stories about how she’d blown some guy on the back seat of the school bus, or how she’d fingered herself at the back of class, or how she’d had this fantasy about being gangbanged by the entire football team and then brought herself off in the showers, thinking about it.
That summer, I followed Kelly’s lead. I tried to dress like her, act like her, and at night, I tried to dream up my own dirty, sexy fantasies to masturbate to, wishing that I had more real-life experiences to call upon.
You see, up until then, I’d always been rather shy and prudish when it came to sex. I mean, I got horny, sure, and I think I wanted it just as much as the next girl. But I also got this kind of stage fright, too. It just seemed so terribly intimate and personal and I always felt so on show and exposed, unable to truly relax and be myself during it.
Anyway, I’m digressing.
This story isn’t about all my icky, weird hang-ups.
It’s about one particular Saturday afternoon, during that long, hot summer, back when Kelly and I made a huge new discovery …
“Come in,” Kelly said, “my dad’s in the kitchen, if you want to say hi …”
At this, she shot me a cheeky wink, and I felt my cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment.
I mouthed the words ‘shut up’, then stepped into the house, glad for the air conditioning, feeling my sweat cooling and tingling on my skin.
“So, what do you think?” Kelly asked, giving me a twirl to show off the latest outfit she’d bought at the mall. As always, she looked absolutely amazing. She was wearing a blue denim jacket, with matching baby-blue shades perched on her head, and her pert ass was shown off perfectly by the tightest little pair of cut-offs you’d ever seen. Also, I realized with a jolt of shock and admiration, she wasn’t even wearing a top underneath the denim jacket, just a black bra, and if you squinted, you could just about make out the dark shapes of her nipples through the flimsy gauze of its cups.
“Holy shit,” I said, grinning.
“I’m going for a kind of Rihanna meets Miley look,” she said, sarcastically, bending forward a little, sticking her ass out at me and giving it a slap.
I followed her through to the kitchen, and, as always, felt my heart begin to quicken as I set eyes once again on her dad. I don’t even know what it was about him that got me so wet. He was just like any normal, middle aged guy, really. Maybe it was his deep voice or his friendly smile or his big, broad shoulders, but when he looked up at me from the table and said, “Oh, hey Heather!” I felt my pussy flutter and tingle beneath my skirt.
“Hey, Mr Johnson,” I said, hearing my voice come out way more girly and flirty than I’d intended.
Behind her dad, Kelly began miming lewd things at me, and I had to look
away so as not to laugh. Just then, Mr Johnson’s cellphone rang on the breakfast table. He had such a cheesy, corny ringtone — the Flintstones theme tune — and again I puzzled at my own feelings towards him. Shouldn’t I be fantasizing about someone my own age?
He picked up the phone and took the call.
“Hey, Blake,” he said. “Yeah, I’ll be there in a few minutes …”
He hung up and turned to us.
“I’m off to play golf,” he said, “so it looks like you two have the house to yourselves. Don’t leave it in too much of a mess when I get back.”
“We won’t, dad,” Kelly said.
Once he was gone, she turned to me with a sneaky grin and raised an eyebrow.
“Wanna raid the liquor cabinet?” she said.
So that morning, we sat in Kelly’s living room, passing a big bottle of Jack between us, swigging from it.
After a while, I began to feel a little tipsy and lightheaded and I giggled, leaning in to Kelly, resting my head on her shoulder, as we both watched silly YouTube videos from the Macbook resting on her knees.
“Hey, let me show you something,” she said after a while, herself a little drunk.
Then she moved the mouse pointer up to the top of the screen, and clicked the part where it showed all previous browsing history. She double clicked on something and a long list of xxx-rated porn addresses filled the screen.
“This is what my dad watches,” Kelly whispered. “Guess he must be lonely at the moment, with mom away on business.”
I looked down the list, feeling my heart quicken as I read through the names. It all sounded pretty filthy: ‘Girl gets fucked by five guys’, ‘slut babe banged in all holes’, ‘sucking off strangers at the gloryhole’, etc.
And then, in amongst all the porn sites, I noticed that there was different kind of address — for Rocco’s Adult Bookstore.
“Hey, isn’t that that seedy porno store on Lexington?” I asked, pointing it out.
Kelly clicked on the link, and the page loaded up and sure enough, it was a website for the large white-brick adult superstore that had opened up last year at the other side of town. I remembered because it had caused a bit of controversy, with a few local busybodies trying to campaign to stop it being built, saying it would corrupt all our young morals.
“Let’s go,” Kelly said, flipping the laptop lid closed with purpose, then jumping to her feet.
“Really?” I asked.
I’d never been to an adult bookstore before. I had to admit, a tiny part of me was curious.
“Why not?” she said, a naughty grin spreading across her face. “It’ll be funny.”
This was just like Kelly: deciding to do something on the spur of the moment. It was one of the things I liked best about her; how spontaneous she was. So I decided to follow her lead for once.
“Sure, let’s do it,” I said, also getting to my feet, feeling a strange flutter of nerves, mixed in with excitement.
After all, it was just an adult bookstore, I thought. What’s the worst that could happen?
It was so hot outside that we stopped off at a 7-11 halfway and bought ice pops.
Kelly sucked on hers seductively, putting on a stupid show for me, pretending to be a girl in a porno video and I laughed and blushed a little.
It was so hot that we were both sweating buckets as we made our way towards the bookstore, and I watched with surprise as Kelly slipped off her jacket, slinging it over her shoulder, her breasts now only covered by the see-through black bra.
“Don’t you mind if someone sees?” I asked her.
She stopped and looked down for a moment at her small, tanned breasts. In the bright sunlight, her nipples were clearly visible through the bra.
“Not really,” she said casually, sucking on her ice pop and giving me a naughty wink.
Eventually we reached the bookstore. The parking lot was full of cars — the kind of cars everyday guys like Kelly’s dad might drive. I’d always wondered who went in these places. I guess I was about to find out.
We pushed open the heavy door and stepped into the large, dimly lit room.
A guy at the counter looked up at us from his paperback for a moment, then carried on reading. There were a few shifty-looking older men browsing the aisles of DVDs and magazines, and when they saw us enter I could tell that they all got kind of embarrassed and shuffled away to the other side of the store, one of them slipping off behind a curtain at the back. But most of them continued to watch us too. It was strange, feeling all those pairs of eyes on us, following us around the store as we began to check out the merchandise, giggling and whispering to each other.
First we looked at the dildos, pointing out especially weird-shaped ones.
“Holy shit, look at that,” Kelly hissed, pointing up at a huge black realistic looking dildo hanging from the wall.
It was almost as big as her arm.
“That would fucking destroy me,” she said, grinning.
We drifted along, past the bondage gear, then started browsing through the DVDs, as the other guys in the store all hung around at a distance, still keeping their eyes on us.
Kelly picked up a DVD called ‘Gangbang Sluts 6’ and turned it over and we both looked at the bright, lurid photos on the back — of girls not that much older than us, sucking on cocks, fucking them, and getting covered in jizz.
I felt my pulse racing as I looked at the pictures, wondering if that was the kind of stuff Kelly’s dad watched, too, when he was alone in the house, masturbating.
Then Kelly dug me in the ribs and pointed to a thick red curtain at the rear corner of the room.
“Hey,” she called out to the guy at the counter, “What’s back there?”
He looked up from his book again.
“Oh, you don’t wanna go down there girls,” he said, gruffly. “That’s just the video arcade.”
“Let’s check it out,” Kelly said to me, before turning and pushing her way through the curtain and disappearing into the darkness behind it.
I looked back at the guy at the counter, who shook his head at me. Then I turned and, with a gulp, followed Kelly off into the unknown.
The long corridor was dimly lit, and there were doors set out on either side of it. Almost all had red lights on above them and when Kelly tried the handles, it turned out this meant they were occupied. There was one free booth remaining though, halfway down the corridor on the let, and she held the door open for me, then locked us both in the small grey cabin.
I looked around. There was a large video screen on the far wall, with a slot beneath it to pump in quarters, and down in the corner of the room was a stack of paper towels and a waste paper basket, filled with crumpled balls of jizz-stained tissue.
“Gross,” I whispered, under my breath, as the smell hit me. It was like a mixture of sweat and sperm and Kelly, too, covered her nose with her hand.
“Whoa, no way,” she said excitedly, pointing to the two oval holes on the walls on either side of the booth, “gloryholes!”
I laughed and nodded, trying to pretend I knew what she meant, but secretly I was wondering what a gloryhole was. I assumed it meant some sort of peephole, so that you could take a sneaky look at what the person in the next booth along was up to.
I watched Kelly crouch down and put her face toward the hole, peering through it. So I turned to face the hole on the other wall and did the same, bending down, and bringing my eye up to the hole. And sure enough, there in the next booth along, was a guy jacking off! I couldn’t see his face, but I could see his unbuckled pants and his big hairy fist, pumping up and down his big, hard cock. He was watching a video of a blonde porn star getting fucked from behind, and as I looked from the video to his cock and back again, I felt a tingling horniness creep over me.
I wondered if Kelly was also getting a little turned on. But I turned to look back at her, I just couldn’t believe what I saw next.
Because there, sticking right the way through Kelly’s glo
ryhole, was a big hard purple cock and balls, and Kelly was actually jacking it off!
“What the fuck?!” I blurted out and she shot me a look and put her finger to her lips, as if to say, “Shhh!”
So in silence, I watched, transfixed as she continued to jack the dick, back and forth, and in response it seemed to swell even more in her tiny little hand, the head getting really big and purple now, a clear droplet of pre cum forming at its tip. The balls too looked really big and full and I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off this anonymous cock as Kelly continued to masturbate it at a slow, steady pace.
And then, all of a sudden, we heard a knocking come from behind the wall and a few seconds later, the cock in Kelly’s hand swelled and pulsed, shooting out a big white string of cum that just missed her leg. She stepped back and giggled, letting go of the dick as it continued to squirt out big white ropes of cum all over the floor of the booth between us, and I too stepped back a little, pressing myself against the wall behind me to avoid any of the cum splashing on me. As the cock began to soften and go limp, it pulled away, disappearing back through the hole in the wall.
Okay, so that was what a gloryhole was, I thought, still not quite able to get my head round the fact that I’d just watched my best friend jack off a complete stranger.
I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs and I have to admit that there was something kind of sexy and kinky about it. I could feel my pussy getting damp, my clit throbbing in my panties, as Kelly casually reached down and grabbed a paper towel from the stack and wiped the white streaks of cum off her hand and wrist.
I was about to speak, when I felt something hot pressing at my the back of my bare leg. I span round, stepping away from the wall, and sure enough, the big dick I’d seen through my gloryhole was now poking its way into the booth, too. I stepped away from it, and my sneaker slipped and squeaked in the cum on the floor. I felt Kelly’s hands on my shoulders pushing me back towards it, but I shook my head and stayed firmly where I was.
