by Thomas Henry
I was about to ask Sally about their “roles” when two very tall and dark young men came through the kitchen. Karen and Marilyn hugged them and stood on tiptoes to kissed them on their cheeks. Unlike the women, the young men were dressed casually in baggy clothes and athletic shoes. I guessed them to be somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty years old.
“Okay,” I said. “I’m confused. Who are these guys?”
“They’re a couple of potential junior-college transfers to the UH basketball program. One of my clients is an alumnus and a big sports fan. He’s funding a little behind-the-scenes assistance to the recruiting effort.”
“I see. So getting these guys laid is supposed to persuade them to come to UH? Why don’t you have some of your sorority girls here? They’d be about the same age. You could even dress them as cheerleaders.”
“Yeah…but that’s probably what all the other schools did. So, we decided to try something a little different. You see, Rachel and Julia are sexually frustrated trophy wives of a couple of older UH alumni, and they want to give these young men a taste of the sort of ‘appreciation’ they could expect for playing here. And, of course, these more mature trophy wives are much more accomplished in the sack than your average cheerleader.”
I thought about how Sally required her girls to provide the “girlfriend experience” to her clients. But these guys weren’t part of her client base. “How do you know these guys are clean?” I asked.
“Don’t worry. We checked them out. The lab work was part of the medical tests that go along with the recruiting process.”
I wondered if Karen had undertaken this assignment as further payment for Ted’s future partners, or if she was doing it primarily for the “sport” of it. I suspected it was the latter, and that both knotted my stomach and made my balls ache.
The four of them drifted over to the wet bar and got drinks. Then they wandered into the courtyard. Marilyn and one guy sat on the loveseat, and Karen and the other guy sat on the sofa. I couldn’t help but remember Karen with PD on that same sofa a few weeks ago…and then again more recently with Tyrone.
Sally sat down on the mattress and patted it. “May as well make yourself comfortable. The show is going to go on for a while.”
“How long is their appointment?”
Sally shrugged. “As long as they want it to be. Since they think Rachel and Julia are cock-hungry alumni wives, they don’t know they’re being paid by the hour. And the secret sponsor will pay for however long they stay.”
“So it’s in your best interest to keep them entertained as long as possible.”
“Everybody’s best interest,” Sally said. “The girls make more money, too.”
I got that familiar knot in my stomach as I sat down next to Sally to watch.
The four of them sipped their drinks and chatted for a little while. Karen went back to the wet bar and made additional drinks for Marilyn and herself. The basketball players seemed to be nursing theirs. I wondered if they were unaccustomed to drinking alcohol…or if they even were old enough to do it legally.
“Oh!” Sally said. “I forgot our drinks. Be right back.” She disappeared through the bathroom door. I assumed she had a wet bar back there somewhere. I hadn’t noticed last time I was back there.
Karen drained her second drink and set the glass on the coffee table. She turned and started unbuttoning her guy’s shirt. A few seconds later, Marilyn followed suit.
The women rubbed the young men’s bare chests and kissed them. Soon, they guys’ hands were all over the women, feeling them up through their clothes.
Sally returned with two glasses filled to the brim with amber liquid and ice cubes. “Your favorite,” she said as she handed me a glass and settled next to me again. “Looks like things are starting to heat up.”
I looked down into the courtyard. The women had unbuckled and unzipped their men’s pants and were sucking their cocks. Both of the guys were fumbling with the zippers on the women’s dresses.
I carefully sipped my drink, trying not to spill it. “Looks like you’re trying to get me drunk again,” I said.
Sally nodded and pressed her breast against my arm as she whispered in my ear, “Everyone’s best interest.” The last time she had gotten me drunk was that night on the boat. I remembered how that had worked out. My cock stirred as I took another sip. I wondered what tonight would bring.
Sally set down her drink and started unbuttoning my shirt. She tilted her head toward the courtyard. “When in Rome.”
“Good thing we aren’t in Greece,” I said.
Sally kissed my ear and whispered, “Bet we get there before the night is over.” My cock swelled.
I looked back at the courtyard. Both of the men were naked except for their shoes. The women were still clad in their underwear and high heels. Karen was kneeling in front of her guy. She was holding his cock straight up with both hands while she licked his balls. Marilyn had much of her guy’s cock down her throat.
Sally tugged at my belt. “Here, help me with this.”
Werner once said it’s easier to ride the horse in the direction it’s going. And I had a pretty good idea which direction this particular horse was headed. I took a really big swig of my drink and suppressed a cough as I unbuckled my belt and unfastened my jeans. I lifted my butt so Sally could pull them off. She leaned over and engulfed my now-rigid cock while she stripped off my shirt with one hand. She mimicked Karen, gripping my cock while she tongued my balls.
Sally was still clad in her shorty muumuu. As she leaned over me, a quick glance down the front told me that she wasn’t wearing anything under it.
I didn’t want to seem unappreciative of Sally’s efforts, so I pulled her dress up. She stopped licking me long enough for me to pull it over her head. She gave me one further big lick and then said, “Whew! We’d better not get ahead of ourselves. Looks like the girls are gonna be busy for a while.”
Karen and Marilyn were both lying in their guys’ arms, kissing them and stroking their cocks. Their bras were gone, and they both had big black hands inside their panties.
“Interesting that both couples are doing pretty much the same thing,” I said.
“We planned it that way so both guys will feel like they’re getting equal treatment. Karen is taking the lead, and Marilyn is mimicking her. Later on, they’ll start swapping back and forth so both guys have equal time with each of them.”
Sally pulled me down next to her and rubbed her big tits against my chest. It took me a second to realize that she also was rubbing her erection against mine.
She rolled onto her stomach and picked up my drink. She handed it to me. “Drink up, Lover-Boy!”
“I know…everybody’s best interest.”
Sally nodded. “That’s right!”
I rolled onto my stomach next to her. We were shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip.
“Your cock is hard as a rock,” Sally said. “And I don’t think it’s just from watching your girlfriends getting ready to ride a couple of big black cocks. I turn you on, don’t I?” She bumped her shoulder against mine. “Come on…admit it.”
Sally was right, and I’d consumed just enough alcohol to be able to admit it. “Yeah…I confess. But you didn’t hear it from me.”
Sally put a finger under my glass and lifted it toward my lips. “Here…have another sip.”
We both gazed into the courtyard in silence for a little while. Karen and Marilyn were sauntering toward the heated spa, holding hands. They had taken off their high heels, but they still wore their panties. The two basketball players were busily removing their shoes and socks.
Karen and Marilyn climbed down into the spa and hugged. They kissed and fondled each other. The two guys strutted over, their erections wagging.
When they climbed into the spa, the women turned to them and switched partners. So in a sense, they were starting all over again…except that the guys were naked and the women wore only their panties.
The ne
w couples kissed, and the guys immediately had their hands all over the women. And the women’s hands were busy rubbing their balls and stroking their cocks.
Before long, the guys were sitting down with the women straddling them. But so far as I could tell, they still were wearing their panties. I remembered how Marilyn had delighted in giving me blue balls. I wondered if it was her idea to keep their panties on as long as possible to further sex up the guys. Of course, the guys could just pull the crotches of their panties aside, but from the way the women were moving, I didn’t think that either of them had a cock inside her yet.
Karen’s guy stood up. He was so tall that his cock was above the water. He held Karen’s head and pulled her face to his crotch. She grasped his cock with both hands and started sucking. Marilyn was doing the same with her guy.
Sally bumped her shoulder against mine again. “Don’t you just love watching those little white girls suck those big black cocks? Gives me chicken skin.”
Gives me a knot in my stomach. But it makes my balls ache, too. “Maybe you should try it,” I said before I thought.
“Good idea.” Sally wriggled around and engulfed my erection. She sucked me and fondled my balls for a minute or so before she came up for air and said, “Don’t cum in my mouth, ok? I have other plans.” I had a pretty good idea of what those plans were, and to my chagrin, the thought made my cock throb.
Now Karen and Marilyn were back-to-back, butt-to-butt as they continued to suck and lick their guys. It was an incredibly stimulating sight, and I hoped I would be able to maintain control as Sally resumed sucking me.
Marilyn’s guy bent over and scooped her up. He sat her on the deck with her feet still in the water. He pulled off her panties and buried his face in her red muff. Karen’s guy wasn’t far behind.
Sally stopped sucking me. She held me with an underhand grip as she turned back around and looked out the window. “Oh…now the guys are going down on the girls. I think maybe you should try that sometime.”
I was about to say that I had done that countless times, but then I got her meaning. Sally was suggesting that I suck her cock. I took another swig of my bourbon and visualized her with the quarterback on that overnight fishing trip. I wondered if my reluctance was due to the nature of the act itself…or due to how it would affect my self-image.
Logic suggested that, if I enjoyed pleasuring a woman by going down on her and sucking her clit, doing basically the same thing to a man…or to a transsexual…should be no big deal. And yet, it just didn’t seem to square with my self-image. I guessed that time and the bourbon would tell.
Karen pushed her guy’s head away from her crotch and scrambled to her feet. She swung her hips as she sashayed over to the king-size bed. Marilyn was close behind her. I noticed for the first time that the canopy had been removed.
“What happened to the canopy?” I asked.
“Not much sunshine at this time of night. Had it removed so it wouldn’t block our view.”
The women kneeled on the edge of the bed and presented their sex, with their butts high in the air and their breasts pressed against the mattress.
The two men bumped fists as they followed. Each stepped up behind a woman and went down on her from behind. Karen’s guy buried his nose between her cheeks and went after her pussy with his tongue. Marilyn’s guy spread her cheeks apart and licked her from stem to stern. After a few minutes, they both stepped up and guided themselves into their women.
Marilyn’s eyes went wide and she grabbed Karen’s hand as her guy sunk his full length into her. They continued to hold hands as the men held them by the hips and gave them deep, leisurely strokes.
Marilyn’s expression quickly turned blissful. She looked at Karen and licked her lips. A moment later, they were kissing. The two guys looked at each other and bumped fists again.
Sally pulled at my chin and kissed me. “Ever try to imagine how that feels?” she asked. “To have some big, strong man thrust himself inside you? To know he wants to pump you full of his sperm?”
“Can’t say I’ve ever imagined it being done to me, but I have wondered what was going through a woman’s mind when she decided to take me inside her. It just seems like such an incredibly intimate and personal thing to allow this bigger, stronger man to basically violate your person.”
Sally nodded. “That’s pretty much what Karen said when I was talking with her about why she decided to work for me until she moves. She said she gets a real rush from having a new man take her the first time. She said she gets really turned on when he overpowers her and thrusts himself into her, and then she gets a sense of power when she drains him and tames the beast.”
“Yeah…as I’m sure you know, the raging beast in a man is tamed instantly when he cums. And Karen is a master at making men cum.” My stomach churned as I remembered her begging other men to fill her with their sperm…just the way she did with me.
Sally rose to her knees and straddled my ass. I felt her cock dangling in my crack. She stretched out on top of me, squeezing my thighs together with her own. She kissed the back of my neck. “Why don’t we see if you can tame the beast in me?”
She started to move on top of me, rubbing her stiffening member between my butt cheeks. I suppose it wasn’t much different from what she had done when she was giving me the nuru massage. But now there was no pretext of massage. Her inner beast was unabashedly humping me.
I looked back into the courtyard. Now the men were lying on their backs at a bit of an angle to each other. Their shoulders were nearly touching, but their legs were farther apart. Karen and Marilyn were on top of them, riding them cowgirl style.
The women were sitting upright with their breasts in the grips of the stallions they were riding. They were leaning toward each other, holding hands and kissing and licking each other’s lips.
Sally sat up and gave me a couple of pats on the butt. “Be right back.” She got up and sashayed into the bathroom. She was back in an instant, squeezing lubricant out of a tube and slathering it on her thick erection.
She dropped to her knees and straddled my thighs. A chill ran through my balls when she dropped a glob of cold lubricant in my crack. She leaned forward and moved her hips back and forth as she used the head of her cock to spread the lubricant up and down between my cheeks.
“Um…what exactly are we planning to do here?” I asked. My cock was tight as a drum.
Sally lay back down on top of me and flexed her hips, rubbing the slippery head of her cock against my sphincter. “Oh, you know exactly what we’re going to do.” She grasped my hands and intertwined her fingers with mine. “It’s just a question of how soon you’ll allow yourself do it.”
“You mean allow you to do it to me.”
“No…I mean how soon you’ll let go of your inhibitions and do what you already know you want to do.”
“What makes you think that’s what I want?”
Sally kept flexing her hips, running her erection up and down my crack. “Well, let me ask you a couple of questions. First, are you feeling afraid right now?”
“No. A little apprehensive, maybe, but not afraid.”
“Uh-huh. Second…how hard is your cock right now?”
“I guess you do have a point, but…”
“I have my point in your butt.” She squeezed my hands. “But don’t worry. I’m not going to put it in you until you ask me to.” She pulled at my earlobe with her lips. “And believe me…you will ask me.”
I had my doubts, but my throbbing cock and aching balls seemed poised to betray me. The scene in the courtyard wasn’t helping. The couples had switched partners and changed positions. Now the women were on their backs with their legs on the men’s shoulders. The men were giving them short, balls-deep strokes. Karen was looking into her man’s eyes and saying something to him. Marilyn was furiously rubbing her own clit with one hand while she reached around under her thigh and tugged at her man’s balls with the other.
Both men gradually i
ncreased their pace and the length of their strokes. Karen was still looking into her man’s eyes and saying something to him. Suddenly, he froze with his cock about half in her. His whole body trembled as he filled her. She broke into a big smile and pulled his head down and kissed him. A few seconds later, Marilyn’s guy drove his cock deep and filled her.
Sally groaned and stiffened. I felt her warm semen pooling in the small of my back. In a way it was gratifying, and in a way it was a relief. Now, her inner beast would stop trying to probe me…at least for a while. But it also was frustrating as hell, because I still had the throbbing cock and aching balls of my own inner beast.
Sally kissed my ear. “Don’t go away.” She went into the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth and a wet towel to clean me up. When she finished, she tossed them aside and lay down on her stomach next to me again.
“Looks like the girls are fluffing them for round two.”
Karen and Marilyn had switched partners again. Each had her man on his back while she sucked his cock and licked his balls. Both men were hard. As young as they were, I figured they were good for another round in short order. And then maybe even a third in time, given that they had the added stimulus of sharing two women.
Karen climbed up on top of her man and lifted one leg to guide him into her. Marilyn followed suit. And for the next hour or so, the four of them fucked in every position imaginable, swapping partners every so often.
Sally lay on her stomach next to me, occasionally running her hand up and down my back. From time to time, she’d squeeze one of my buns or fondle my balls with her fingertips. My cock throbbed and my balls ached. My inner beast was in serious need. At some level, I suspected how that need would be satisfied, but I tried not to think about it.
Karen was lying on top of her man, riding him slowly with her head on his chest. When the other man positioned himself behind her, Karen’s man looped his arms under hers and grasped her shoulders. He held her tight against his chest while his partner mounted her and horsed his cock into her ass. Her partner continued to grip her shoulders as they pumped her together.
