Just One of the Guys Ch. 06a

I woke up the next morning covered in sweat. I couldn't believe what had happened the night before. My girlfriend, Rachel, sucked off two of my friends right in front of me and I did nothing to stop it. One of them even came on my face. How the hell did this happen?

I stretched and opened my eyes before quickly shutting them again. The sunlight coming from the large living room windows was bright enough to hurt. Wait, living room? I opened my eyes again and sure enough, I was lounging on the comfy chair I'd watched the movie from the night before. That was strange, I definitely remembered going up to my room. Didn't I?

I pulled the blanket off and stood up. I yawned and scratched my butt. Something was digging in there. I checked and remembered I was wearing Rachel's panties. Ugh, why did I do that? I realized they were sticky. Had I cum in them? I was stiff and sore from sleeping in the chair and it was still early, so I decided to head up to our room before everyone woke up.

As I climbed the stairs, I tried to remember what the hell happened last night. The weed we smoked must have been strong because I had trouble stringing full thoughts together still. I remembered Rachel snuggling up with Kyle and Andrew under the blanket on the couch. Then I remembered getting up and watching her, naked, playing with them on the couch. Then sometime later, Kyle came into our bedroom and face-fucked her next to me. Then how did I get back downstairs?

Rachel woke up when I entered our room.

"Good morning, sleepy head," she said, stretching her fully nude body and smiling at me.

"Hi," I said, going to my side of the bed and getting in next to her.

"Glad you finally made it back to me," she said, throwing an arm and a leg across me.

"Yeah," I said. "When did I go downstairs?"

She frowned at me, confused.

"I remember coming up to bed," I continued. "But I don't remember going back downstairs to sleep."

"You never came up here," she said, frowning. "You passed out during the movie. We didn't want to wake you so we just left you there."

"But I remember," I said. "I remember you and the guys...and then coming up here. And Kyle..." I trailed off. My head hurt from trying to figure out what the hell happened. Rachel frowned and sat up. The sight of her amazing, naked tits bouncing as she rearranged certainly didn't help my mental faculties.

"Wait, start at the beginning," she said. "What do you remember?"

"I kept falling asleep during the movie," I said. "Then I woke up after it ended. You were still on the couch with the guys. Um, naked. I think. And then I said we should go to bed."

She giggled. "No, that's not what happened," she said.

"What happened?" I asked.

"The movie stopped for a while. We were trying to figure out what to do with you, when all of a sudden you stood up, looked at us and mumbled a bunch of nonsense. Then you collapsed back on the chair and started snoring."

I frowned.

"It was really funny," she went on. "We burst out laughing."

"But I remember a bunch of other stuff happening," I said.

"You must have been dreaming," she said. Could she be right? The dreams were certainly more vivid than any I'd had before. "What do you remember happening?" she asked.

The memories had mostly flooded back to me now. Not only what happened, but how I'd felt about it. Specifically, how my dick felt about it. "I don't really want to get into it," I said.

"Lame!" she said. "Come on, why are you so ashamed? Were they sexy dreams?"

I blushed.

"Oh my god, did they involve me?" she asked.

I started to sweat.

"Was I being naughty?" she whispered.

"Maybe I'll tell you another time," I said.

"That's too bad," she said. "I was going to tell you about everything your naughty girlfriend got up to while you were asleep, but if it's not story time, then I guess I can keep that to myself."

My mind jolted wide awake. I'd been so preoccupied with what I thought happened last night, I hadn't thought about what else could have actually happened. If what she was saying was true, and everything I remember about late last night was just a dream, that means the last true thing I remember was her naked under a blanket with my friends.

"I thought you'd be interested in that," she said. "I mean, I would have behaved myself otherwise."

"What happened?" I asked.

"You first," she said with a smirk. I sighed and began to relay my tale.

She mostly kept quiet while I told her about her antics on the couch with the guys, except occasionally asking for clarification. Did I really say nothing when I saw her topless, jerking them off? Did I really leave her, naked, to play with them while I went to bed? Did I really stay and watch, cumming when I saw her blow Andrew? She squirmed and bit her lip each time I said that yes, that's what happened. Or at least what I dreamt.

When I got to the part where Kyle entered our bedroom in the middle of the night, Rachel started pinching one of her exposed nipples. When I said he demanded a blowjob because Andrew had gotten one, she moaned that that was super hot. She rolled onto her back and played with herself as I relayed the details I remembered from the blowjob. Watching her masturbate was so hot I forgot how embarrassed I'd been to start this story. That shame came back right at the end though, and I suddenly stopped.

"What happened next?" she moaned, still casually masturbating.

"That was, uhh, all," I stammered.

"He was fucking my face as I laid practically on top of you, and that was it?" she asked. "He didn't cum?"

"Yeah, he came," I said, remembering the feeling of his semen splattering across my face. "He came on your, uh, on you."

"Where?" she asked.

"I don't uh, I mean, it was dark. And a dream," I said. I really didn't want to tell her about him cumming on my face and her feeding it to me on accident. I didn't even want to think about it myself, and I worried about telling her. It would just give her ideas.

"That's too bad," she said. "But wow, that was so hot. I can't believe you dream about your friends just taking me in front of you and on top of you."

"It wasn't on purpose," I said.

"But still so hot," she said. "Did you have a little wet dream during it?" She reached down the front of my shorts. "Oh my, you did!" she said. I'd gotten slightly hard watching her masturbate and she grasped my sticky half-chub. "And you're still wearing my panties! I totally forgot!"

"That means I won the bet," I said, smiling. She pouted.

"Aww, but you're so cute as my little pantyboy," she said, pulling her hand out. "And that's extra disappointing because I'll have to never wear mine again."

"Wait, that wasn't the bet," I said. "The bet was that you'd never complain about wearing them again."

"Yeah, and the only way that's going to happen is if I never wear them again," she said through a shit-eating grin.

"Ha ha," I said, sarcastically. "I'm still waiting for your story."

"Sorry," she said. "It's not as exciting now that I know the kinda stuff you actually dream about."

"Come on, you promised," I said.

"Fiiiine," she said. "Where to start. I knew the guys would want me to jerk them off like I had Mike, but that was a special thing I had to do for him. I like teasing them all, but I didn't want it to become my job to get them off whenever they wanted. I'm your girlfriend, not theirs. Plus, I was tired and everything, so I was glad we decided to just watch a movie. I knew they'd get handsy if I sat between them, but I figured it'd just be that, which wouldn't be a big deal."

It was strange to think that my buddies groping my girlfriend was not a big deal. Just a few days ago, the idea would have made me want to puke. But now it was normal. Expected. I'd bring her to hang out with my buddies, and we all knew they'd at least be able to feel her body to their boner's content and probably get her naked too. And probably do more than that if I was being honest.

"Their hands were on me basically as soon as the movie started, squeezing and pinching my boobs through my bra" she went on. "They both tried to stuff their hands down the front of my bra, and I got worried that they'd rip it, so that's why I unzipped it. They basically stopped paying attention to the movie at that point. I was worried you'd look over and see them mauling my tits, but you were conked out by that point."

"But then I woke up," I said.

"Yeah," she said. "That was about when Kyle was trying to shove his hand down my shorts."

"Trying?" I asked.

"Ok, succeeding," she said. "I thought letting them play with my boobs would be enough, but movies are pretty long. I felt his hand leave my boob and I thought he'd finally gotten bored and would give me some peace, but then he started fiddling with the top of my shorts. He ran his fingers along my tummy right at the top of the shorts, as if tracing the barrier of what's acceptable to touch on your friend's girlfriend."

Yes, I thought sarcastically. Guys are always rubbing around on the shorts of their friend's girlfriend. Nothing weird there.

"And then of course stuck his fingertips under the shorts as if to show he didn't care what he should be doing," she continued. "He was going to take as much of me as I'd let him. It was really hot to think he wanted me that badly. And like, they'd been playing with my naked boobs for so long and now he was running his fingers through my pubic hair. So I was getting really turned on. I couldn't help it."

I felt my sleepy dick pulse back to life in my shorts. It pushed against the tight panties I was still wearing. I'd had enough and pulled my shorts and panties off, throwing them to the floor. My aching boner flopped back against my stomach.

"Oh my god, yes, baby," she moaned. "I wasn't sure about messing around with your friends while you were asleep, but I'm glad you like it." She reached out and grabbed my throbbing boner. It was already soaked from all the precum I'd been oozing. Her small, soft hand was warmer than I'd expected, and I felt fireworks go off in my head when she wrapped it around me. "Oops, sorry!" she said, letting go of it like it had scalded her. "Don't want you spraying cum all over yourself just yet," she added.

"So where was I," she mused while she cuddled up against me. She began tracing her finger over my belly and thighs, an inch away from where my boner ached. "Oh right. Your friend Kyle had his hand on my wet pussy. I debated what to do about it. I knew you loved it when I get them all horny, and feeling my dripping pussy right in front of you would definitely send him into overdrive. On the other hand, he'd also be getting me off, which feels different. But then I remembered that he fingered me in the shower earlier that morning, and you loved when I told you about that. So I figured it'd be fine for me to let him inside my vagina again."

"Wait, he was fingering you when I woke up?" I said. I couldn't believe they'd keep at it when I was looking.

"Yeah, but not for that long," she said. "Because Andrew knocked the blanket off to show that my tits were out of my bra. And that was really embarrassing. I thought I could just fool around with these guys under the blanket and tell you about it later, but then our whole cover got blown because you could tell I'd let them just go to town on my tits. I told you I unzipped it because it was uncomfortable, so that you wouldn't be too shocked that I'd be topless and canoodling with a couple of your buddies, but then used it as an excuse to just take it off so Kyle and Andrew would know that they could still take advantage of me.

"I thought that'd buy me some time, but then you immediately got up to go to the bathroom," she said. "You were barely out of the room when Andrew pulled the blanket off and dove mouth-first into my chest. I tried to say something, but I was so horny from their defiling of me that when he sucked on my hard nipple, all that came out was a moan. That was all Kyle needed to hear to dive onto my other breast. Having two guys ravage my mostly naked body like that caused me to speed toward an orgasm, which I didn't really want to happen. I mean, can you imagine if your friends knew they could get me off just by sucking on my tits like that? We were letting them play with me like that as some harmless sexy fun, so that'd mean they could just play with my tits and make me orgasm whenever they felt like it."

I imagined my friends slobbering on my girlfriend's naked tits right in front of me and groaned.

"I thought you'd like that," she said with a giggle, running her fingers lightly over my aching boner. "I liked it too, to be honest. Though I guess that's the problem. Anyway, I decided I needed to distract them, so I reached into their laps and grabbed their dicks through their shorts. And baby, they were so hard. The good news was that my distraction worked, because they released my boobs for a moment so they could shift around and make their boners easier for me to grasp. But the bad news is that once they were done, they went right back to running their tongues and lips all over my naked chest. So they were still stimulating me like before, except now I had a raging boner in each hand. I could feel an orgasm start to build in me and I was all ready to just forget that I should only be orgasming from you. And thankfully, that's when you finally came out of the bathroom."

I wasn't thrilled that my girlfriend and buddies were so brazen about fondling each other (except my boner, my boner was quite thrilled), but I took some solace in the fact that I probably gave the two of them major blue balls by coming back in the room.

"I jerked my hands away from them like I didn't want you catching what we were doing," she went on. "They followed suit and pulled the blanket up to our chins again by the time you got back. Though it immediately fell down and made totally clear what they were doing. I needed a break from it all, so that's why I got up to make popcorn and talk to you. I also tried to play off my toplessness like a thing we all just accepted, rather than because your friends had spent an hour mauling my tits.

"Anyway, after we made the popcorn, I decided to just keep the blanket on our laps," she continued. "That way we could all easily reach the popcorn and they'd leave my tits alone for a moment. Of course they'd be able to stare at them, but they'd seen me topless so much that it didn't seem like a big deal at that point."

"I suppose not," I said. Somehow, my buddies seeing her beautiful breasts on a regular basis was no longer objectionable to me, but was still intensely arousing. I thought that at some point them staring at her naked tits would stop exciting me, but that wasn't the case.

"I thought we could make it through the rest of the movie like that," she said. "But then you went and fell asleep again."

"Sorry, the weed really got to me," I said.

"Fair enough," she said. "But you started snoring softly, which basically told the guys it was open season on my body again. Their hands and mouths were all over me again, as I'm sure you can imagine."

I could imagine. I imagined it quite vividly. Rachel continued softly stroking my pulsating erection with her fingertips. Just strong enough for me to feel it but too light to make me cum. Her story and touch made my boner burn painfully for relief.

"It wasn't all bad though," she said. "They were still jokey and playful. Like, at one point, Kyle had been fingering me for a while, and I was just gushing all over his fingers. My pussy was out of control. Anyway, he finally pulled his hand out of my shorts and we all looked at my sticky juices just dripping down all over his fingers. He then grabbed a couple kernels of popcorn and ate them, sticking his whole fingers in his mouth and loudly sucking them clean in the process. He told Andrew that the popcorn was really good and he should try some, so of course then Andrew dove practically his whole hand inside my vagina and did the same thing. It was so funny."

"Yeah, so funny," I deadpanned. I couldn't believe they now knew what my girlfriend tasted like.

"Yeah, but then Andrew suggested they stick some popcorn inside my vagina and eat it out of me," she said. "That was too far, so I squashed it. I felt like I'd get a UTI or something."

I noticed her objection was to sanitation, not to the idea of my friends eating her out.

"I forget when, but at some point, Kyle said I didn't need my shorts anymore and took them off me," she said. "Which made some sense since their hands had been down my shorts and in my vagina plenty and they were just getting in the way. But it felt like a weird thing for my boyfriend's friend to decide for me? So I didn't make it easy for him. But then watching him try to tug my shorts out from under me was pretty hot. Like, he wasn't going to let anything stop him from getting at my most intimate place. Not my shorts, and definitely not my boyfriend sleeping a few feet away. So I lifted my butt up without really deciding to, and a moment later I was completely naked between them."

The idea of them forcibly disrobing my girlfriend was too much for me and explosions started going off in my head. I moaned loudly and humped my dick against her soft hand. She recognized immediately that I was about to blow and grabbed my balls in a vice grip.

"No, no, baby. Not yet," she said, squeezing my balls tightly. The shooting pains quickly overwhelmed the building orgasm. I gasped in pain and my dick pumped once, shooting a big glob of precum onto the already large puddle on my belly. "I'm not even to the good parts yet." I whimpered. What were the good parts?

"Where was I?" she said. "Oh yeah, they stripped me naked. They got naked too at some point? I didn't even notice. I was so lost in my own world as they teamed up on my naked body. I only realized when Andrew took my hand and pressed it into his naked boner. I knew they'd want me to jerk them off after I did that for Mike, but I felt like they were making too many assumptions about what I'd do with them. I still wanted to tease them, though, so I grabbed his hot boner in my hand, but didn't jack him off or anything.

"Kyle eventually saw and made me grab his dick with my other hand," she said. "They started saying how I owed them handjobs because I'd given them to Mike. I said that was a different circumstance, that I didn't want to jerk him off, I just had to because of his unfortunate swimsuit situation. They called BS on that though, saying they knew I would love wrapping my hands around his giant dick based off how they saw me stare at it in the past. They had a point and I wasn't really sure what to do.

"And that's about when you woke up for the last time. You scared the shit out of us because we had forgotten you were in the room and you just suddenly stood up and started talking to us. And here we were, completely naked, hands all over each others' privates. But then you slumped back down in the chair and kept snoring and we realized you'd just been saying gibberish anyway."

I wondered what went on in my head. Some part of me knew they were fooling around on the couch since I had that whole vivid dream about it. But what was I even trying to say?

"We laughed a lot at you," she said. "All this tension had been building between us as we got naked and they kept pushing the envelope, wondering how far we'd take it with you right there ready to catch us at any moment, but it all dissipated when you did that. I had been trying to avoid jerking them off because the time on the beach with Mike was so much fun because you were there and awake and could fuck me silly right after. I really liked that and I didn't want to make a big show of jerking your friends off if you weren't awake to enjoy it with me. I know we have a much looser commitment than most couples, but making your friends cum while you were asleep still felt almost like cheating. But then I remembered that as long as I just remembered tell you about it afterward, it'd be like you were involved the whole time. Also, we were all friends and me giving a handjob to a guy friend isn't really a big deal."

Georgia Plays The Game Ch. 03

Chapter One has the background to these characters white Chapter Two is more 'action' heavy. Reading either or both will improve your experience reading this one. Many of the characters also appear in my 'Jessica' story so gluttons for punishment should read that one too. Hope you all enjoy it.



Finding a Job (or perhaps Two)

The letter came as a considerable surprise to Georgia. An approach from 'a leading non-profit' to administer one of their new-build schools in the Capital. Frankly, new public facilities in those particular areas of the city were as rare as hens' teeth but somehow the Foundation had secured the funding, both capital and revenue. Georgia's initial researches had told her that much but very little more. The Foundation was apparently named after someone called Taylor but there seemed very little information on line about either him or his organisation.

She knew she could not give up her current job on such flimsy data. However, the offer had many attractions. Working to give a good education to children who desperately needed one. That was one thing but, of course, there was also the fact that she would be moving closer to the city, increasingly the focus of her activities as part of 'the game'. At the moment she already seemed to spend half her time on the freeway and her trips North would have to increase in frequency if she was to repay her Master's investment in her. The only problem was Charli - the last thing she wanted was for her daughter to think that she was trying to cramp her style and interfere in her life. She would have to be careful there.

***

As if to prove a point that Thursday afternoon saw Georgia back on the freeway headed to a hastily-arrangement appointment with another potential employer. This time there was no possibility of meeting Hoss, the owner of the Franklin Mint, on public territory. This time it was a question of knocking on his office door and waiting to be admitted.

Hoss was a man in his late forties - a big dark-skinned man with an air of authority about him. Running a club like his was not a job for the faint-hearted. "Georgia," he said, drawing out the syllables of her name in a show of satisfaction, "I thought we weren't going to see you again. What's changed - perhaps you found you were missing us?" His eyes crinkled and he gave a little laugh at the idea.

"I find that I'm ... I'm in need of some money."

Hoss shook his head sorrowfully. "The same is true of so many of my girls. I have to ask - is it a chemical issue? If there's a problem there we might be able to work around it but I will need to know."

"Nothing like that. I just have a debt to pay."

"I was happy to offer you work but you turned it down. Now you are the one coming to me asking for a slot so the situation is altered a little. I don't have time to finesse no bougie poon, you understand? Having thought it over I don't need just dancers - I need girls ready and happy to participate in all aspects of the business."

Georgia guessed he wasn't talking about doing a bit of cleaning. He meant the private rooms. Well, she'd understood that was part of the deal. "I'm happy to do that."

"The Champagne lounge and the private rooms?" Her nod in response drew a genuine smile to his face. "Well, well, well, It seems that it IS my lucky day. I think we could make some real green together so long as your performance is up to your potential. Show me again how you dance". He reached across to a button and pressed it - activating a speaker that duplicated the music then playing in the club proper. That done he leaned back in his chair and slightly raised his eyebrows.

Georgia took the cue. She once again imagined that she was in her own little office and dancing for her Master. Trying to please him and to show herself off to the best. Trying to persuade him that she was worthy of joining his stable. Suddenly, with a start, she realised that was exactly what she was doing. She was trying to become one of Hoss' girls and she wasn't insulated from this powerful Black man by a monitor screen. He was right there in front of her. She felt her pulse start to race and quickly removed what remained of her outer clothing. Soon she stood in front of him in just her bra and panties feeling his experienced eye assessing every inch of her.

"First thing, you were dancing like you was somewhere else. Noticed that last time you were here. Lot of dancers make that mistake. Don't matter how fly or tight you is you won't make it rain unless you can establish a connection with your crowd. When your eyes meet theirs each and every one of those men have to believe that you have a special chemistry just with them. That whatever else happens tonight you are desperate for him to take you back for a Private Session. That but for all the rules and your strict bastard of a boss," he gave a little smile, "you'd quit here to be his exclusive shorty. You catching what I'm laying down?"

Frankly, Georgia was struggling a bit - what on earth was a 'shorty' for instance? Not a reference to her height?

When she asked Hoss gufffawed. "A shorty is a man's girl on the side, his breezy." He noticed Georgia was struggling again. "A breezy is a girl who knows what a man likes and is REAL happy to provide it. Talking of which - put your clothes back on and give me another dance."

This time Georgia gave all her attention to her one-man audience. She kept her eyes locked on his and made sure that he would feel that every movement was calculated for his pleasure.

This time Hoss gave a little round of applause. "I should be charging for this schooling I'm giving you but what can I say I've always been overly generous."

Georgia gave him a smile back though, as she recalled, 'generous' wasn't the word the other girls had applied to Hoss on her last visit.

The big man heaved himself out of his chair and came close to Georgia. He took her hand in his and then gently had her rotate her arm while he examined her skin carefully. Then he did the same for the other arm and also checked her legs. "Sorry about that. One thing about addicts is they is always frontin, can't tell the straight truth after a while. So I like to check and know what I'm dealing with from the start. Yes and I should remind you that we are a fully-nude club."

Georgia took the hint and soon her underwear had joined her outer garments on the floor.

"The dancing is up to scratch but what about the Champagne Lounge. If you working the men in there how you gonna be able to operate?" Hoss sat down again. "Come show me how you can lap-dance baby. Show me how you gonna go hard for that green."

Georgia did her best to move over to him seductively. She again made eye contact and put a big smile on her face. She leaned over until his face was perhaps an inch from her bare breasts and then started back.

"Oh no - this is the Champagne Lounge of the Franklin Mint. They ain't rail-birds, these have paid to be up close and personal with my best girls. So bear that in mind and start again."

This time she didn't hesitate and held her breasts up for his inspection before gently rubbing them on his face and body. A large Black hand grasped her right breast and squeezed it his palm rubbing on her nipple. "Border line on the titties - my patrons are VERY into a nice pair of titties and a big old booty on a girl. Jewel, my other white girl , she got real nice titties but she like you in that I gotta make allowances in the rear-end department. Can't expect you to compete with the sistas but you pretty bangin back there for a cracka."

He gave a gesture with his finger and Georgia turned to let him examine that particular asset. "Work it," Hoss growled and she stuck her butt out as far as she could go and began to waggle it.

She jumped a little as a hand caught her thigh and then a big finger ran its way up and down her bare pussy lips. "Did I feel you flinch? You a damn sexy bitch so why wouldn't a man want to touch and explore. Ain't that what you here for? Now stick that booty out."

Georgia obeyed and was 'rewarded' with a smart smack on the behind. She held her position and soon felt another smack from his hand, not overly hard but hard enough. She still held her position and was rewarded by his chuckle. "Thass more like it. Any man's gonna want to slap that ass and with you white girls you get to see those sweet cheeks blush." He ran his hand over her butt in a smoothing motion. "Time you showed me what you can do in a lap dance."

Georgia turned and advanced on him as he sat in his chair. She straddled his lap and lowered herself onto his crotch then moved herself over him in a series of deliberate movements. Then she pushed herself up his body to offer her tits to him. He obliged by taking a nipple in his mouth and working at it with his tongue. "Hmmmnnn," moaned Georgia. She liked the way he was working and it gave her an idea. She eased herself off Hoss and then used her agility to kick one leg up above his head. Carefully she lowered herself until her pink glistening pussy was left tantalisingly just above his mouth. He moved forward and she eased back. They returned to their original position and when Hoss tried again Georgia eased away again. The third time she took his hand and placed it onto her butt. He took a hold and then moved his mouth forward. This time she stayed in place and his skilled tongue worked on her pussy until she felt she couldn't hold the position any more.

"Yeah, lap dancing don't seem to be a problem for you. But remember in the Champagne Room he can be naked below the waist or you can. That's the County regulation to prevent undue public lewdness. Basically it means you'll be naked and the guys can play with you but their dicks gotta stay in their pants. A lot of times the customers like to see a floor-show - some girl on girl. Judging by last time's performance with Shonna that won't be a problem for you. Got all that?"

Georgia nodded. She knew what was coming next.

"OK - the Private Rooms. This is where the real money gets made if you got the aptitude and the skills. Say we just got into the booth together what would you do?"

"Ask what he wants?"

"No, no, no. If he's the poh-poh then that's you booking yourself a night in the County cells. They don't bother us often but that won't be much consolation when you're having your mug-shots took. Your FIRST move is to defuse that threat, always and without exception, by giving your customer a Baltimore handshake. That makes any evidence he might give inadmissible unless he refuses the offer. If he DOES refuse the offer you leave the room immediately and report the situation to me."

"Sorry to be a newbie but what's a Baltimore hand-shake?

Hoss grinned, "Well that's easily showed. You just open the gentleman's pants and give him a little help in getting what you find there nice and hard. Why don't you practice right now."

Well, why the fuck not. Georgia reached up and deftly undid the fastenings and zip of Hoss' suit pants. She eased his pants down a little and then carefully pulled his boxers away from the bulge showing inside them.

Georgia couldn't take her eyes off what she found there. Hoss's cock was very big, very Black and very obviously not in need of any further assistance in getting hard!

"Yeah, sweet thing, THAT is why I'm called Hoss. Now don't forgot what you got him out for."

Georgia leaned forward and took a gentle grasp on the big Black cock. It had to be a good ten inches and it was seriously thick. She wondered how a woman could take such a monster but reflected that she'd used bigger toys and that she suspected most of the other dancers had already taken this particular ride. She moved her hand up and down and felt the warmth of his flesh in her palm.

"That would be enough legally but, of course, guys are going to want more of that unless you can provide something better. Some of them will want a handie, some might want a foot-job or a tit-job or, well, you get the idea. Your job is to keep them happy, keep them paying and get them off. If they leave happy and get their nut then you got a chance of making a regular. Some men might not even want to touch you or be touched by you. They might want to wank off in your shoe or tell you their life story or do any kind of shit that makes them happy. You provide that service and they pay you. Simple. It isn't so complicated though because most of them are like me they just wanna get blown by a bopper with skills."

Georgia took the hint and licked her lips before going to work on Hoss' impressive cock. He was a big unit but Georgia knew just what he would like. She pushed her mouth down onto his shaft and got to business making it good and wet and sloppy. As she pushed down as far as she was comfortable she extended her tongue to tease him and was rewarded with an appreciative, "Yeah, baby, show we what you got." Her hand gently pumping at his base she took his cock out of her mouth and began teasing his head with her tongue. Then she was back pushing herself down until she didn't think she could go any further.

She felt his fingers in her hair and momentarily worried that he might push her further but Hoss just lay his hand on her head. She got the message - he could take control if he needed to but just at the moment he was happy with her efforts.

He eased her off him and pulled her up so his dick, lubricated with her saliva, was level with her tits. He pushed his cock into her cleavage and tried to wrap her tits around his shaft. He could get her round his girth but when he tried to tit-fuck her his cock kept pushing out. After two or three more attempts he gave up. "Thought as much - that's a shame. Girl who can give a good tit-fuck has a major advantage. Jewel had me cumming like gang-busters and that ain't usual for me. She real blessed and talented." He noticed Georgia's little scowl - she had heard quite enough about how great Jewel was. He pushed her back down so she could take his cock back into her mouth. He sighed with pleasure. "Back there - it's about making them nut. C'mon baby - make old Hoss nut for ya."

She got the message and ditched the subtlety. She worked quickly and hard with her hand and mouth to get him off. After a couple of minutes of hard work she was rewarded with a tightening of his fingers in her hair and the taste of his cum in her mouth. She kept working him till she knew he was done.

She looked up into the sweating face of Hoss. He didn't smile he just nodded sagely. It was enough - she suspected Hoss was a connoisseur of good head and so his approval stood for something.

"Like your work - so just a few pointers. You never spit while the customer's looking. Best you swallow and make sure to keep plenty of water with you."

"I know about the water," said Georgia - remembering seeing Roni work the booths. It seemed an age ago and it was a shock to realise it had only been a couple of months.

"Gets hot back there too. Once you done you smile like he's given you the best treat you could imagine and you thank your man. Some of them WILL tip you again after they nut so long as you play them right. Everyone gets what they want and you might get a new regular for you and for the club."

Georgia knew she was being tutored in the art of the hustle. It was all about the money but then wasn't that why she was here, at least in theory. Hoss didn't need to know it was all part of a deeper 'game'. Frankly, she doubted Hoss would care so long as he got his cut and an occasional BJ. But there was one thing still worrying her. "What about, you know, full sex."

"Fuckin' you mean? Won't say it's never happened back there but in theory it's against the regulations. Of course if you want to make an outside arrangement then that's not my problem. Just remember I pay Blake good money to keep you girls safe - you take a client off the reservation and you'll be on your own. It ain't clever no matter how much he offers. We got a sort of middle way. Back of the club there's an alleyway that's pretty private and some of the girls will take a guy back there. I got a camera up there connects to a monitor in the girl's changing room. So you girls can look after your own."

"A little advice - don't put out too quick no matter how broke you are. Scarcity increases value, you understand. You known for taking anyone back there and you'll end up taking everyone back there. That's not the way to longevity in this game."

Georgia nodded but her mind was in a whirl. She imagined being out there with a Black stranger knowing that all the other dancers were watching. It was an appalling prospect but she knew that just thinking about it was sending that familiar warmth through her body. This life had lures she could never have imagined herself being seduced by but her body didn't lie. She was tempted and she had to be careful or she might go too far. 'The Game' had made her realise just how sexual a being she really was. That sexuality had been stifled by her upbringing and then by her early marriage. Now it was bursting free and wanted to express itself. At times it seemed she might not be able to control it. At times she was sure that she didn't want to control it. At those times she wanted to take the whole ride and experience it all - though she realised just how crazy that was.

"You, baby, can consider yourself hired. You work Fridays and Saturdays from 7 till 3. Jewel works the Capital clubs weekends and I don't need two white girls here at the same time. One is enough - just to offer my clientele a little variety in their buffet. I think you gonna be real popular especially when they learn you got skills as well as looks. Let them buy you drinks - and make sure to take enough to smooth off the edges. But don't get so folded you can't work. Need something to take the brakes off and one or two of the girls will point you to where you can get your roll on. Any questions?"

Georgia shook her head.

"Then I'll see you Friday - but first let me see that sweet tongue clean up my cock so I can get back to business."

Georgia began carefully to remove every trace of saliva and semen from the now less-than-hard Black cock. Working for Hoss promised to be quite an experience...

Making A Date

Josh Hawkins paused to gather his thoughts as he stood in front of the door to the School Administrator's office. He'd seen Mrs Johnson when she'd arrived this morning and it had been a serious lift to his spirits. Would have been a lift to any man's spirits seeing just how good she was looking. He remembered that afternoon when she had come down to his office and seemed to flirt with him. As ever it set a stirring in his pants. But he had to keep a grip because today was a different matter. He knocked on the door.

"Come in - ah, Mr Hawkins, how nice to see you!" Georgia seemed genuinely delighted and just that fact pretty much made old Josh's day. He had to fight not to just stand there and drink in how good she was looking. Her hair was red - which he knew was a dye-job but surely approved of - and just over shoulder-length. She wore a dark-blue blouse and a perfectly-cut dark grey business suit that showed her fine figure off very nicely. Her skirt ended a few inches above the knee and her dancer's legs, which Josh had always admired, were in tan hold-ups. Add in that pretty-as-a-picture face of hers and the intelligent eyes twinkling at him and it was safe to say that Josh had to concentrate to keep to the matter in hand.

"Mrs Johns..."

"Mr Hawkins," she interrupted sternly, "you call me Georgia - you hadn't forgotten that had you?"

"Sorry, uh, Georgia, to cut to the chase I'm having to give in my notice for the end of the school year."

Hung Like a Horse

Every summer, our family took a trip to visit our relatives on their farm. It was a trip that my sister and I looked forward to every year. For two weeks, we basically had the run of the land with little or no supervision. We got to explore all of the barns, watch the animals, and swim in the creek that flowed through the pasture. Usually there were other visiting kids to play with as well.

This year, my cousin Amber was visiting from New York City. It was her first trip out to the farm and it took her a while to get used to the fact that our here on the farm, there was no cell phones, no internet, and no cable TV to occupy her time. Depriving a teenage girl of these “necessities” of live could be devastating. It was actually my sister Sarah who convinced her that it was possible to survive for two weeks in this rural desert.

The next day, it was a very hot and sunny day. All three of us decided to cool off my going down to the creek for a swim. When we were stripping off our clothes to get to the suits underneath, I noticed that Amber was wearing a relatively skimpy pink bikini. Unlike the traditional one-piece suit that Becky was wearing, the bikini clearly looked like something designed more for sunbathing than for swimming. Whenever Amber would jump or splash, her tits would lurch, barely restrained by the thin piece of fabric trying their best to restrain them.

Did I mention that Amber was quite an attractive young thing? Maybe this trip can get even more interesting.

Becky must have noticed my interest in Amber since she murmured so only I could hear, “Aren’t you glad you’re wearing a loose pair of trunks, eh, Chad?”

After a few minutes, Amber got out of the water and sat down on a blanket on the shore. Maybe she realized her suit wasn’t all that safe for bounding about in the water. I saw that as an opportunity and sat down next to her.

“So, have you adjusted to life on the farm yet?” I asked Amber.

“Not really,” she sighed. “I mean, I guess the farm is kinda interesting, but I feel so out of touch with the real world.”

“We’ll keep you so busy showing you things around here that you won’t have time to think about the rest of the world,” I promised. “We can go see the animals over in the barn later. Then you can really understand the meaning of the phrase, ‘hung like a horse,’” I laughed.

At this comment, Amber turned about as pink as her bikini. I hadn’t counted on that strong of a reaction and hoped I hadn’t pushed things too far. Before I could change the topic to something safer, Amber quietly said, “It’s not just an expression?”

I chuckled; hoping to make it sound like it was no big deal. “No, it’s pretty literal. Why don’t we go down to the barn tonight and take a look?”

Suddenly, I hear Becky say from behind me, “That sounds like a good idea. Let’s all go. We can sit up in the hayloft and watch the animals come in without them disturbing us.”

I shot Becky an annoyed glance at her comment. So much for getting Amber alone for a while. I tried not to look disappointed as Amber asked, “So the animals won’t be able to bite us?”

“Nope, they’ll be on the ground floor. We can watch in safety,” Becky assured Amber.

That decided it for Amber. “Okay, after dinner?”

“That’s when a lot of them come back in from the pasture,” I said.

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“What was that all about?” I demanded as I burst into Becky’s room back at the farm?

“I was just trying to help you out, Chad,” Becky calmly answered, almost like she was trying to ignore me.

“How is inviting yourself on our private outing, ‘helping?’” I asked angrily.

“I know what you were trying to do and I know you want to fuck her, but in case you hadn’t noticed, she’s not like most of those easy girls you dated from school”, Becky explained patiently.

“Easy?” I asked.

“Yep. I know you’re good at getting the girls to spread their legs for you by the second date, but most of those chicks would give it to almost anyone who asked.”

“Well, I know you weren’t terribly patient with Andrew yourself,” I struck back. Practice was cancelled one day after school and I came home early. When I got home, instead of finding an empty house like I expected, I found Becky lying on her back on the living room couch and Andrew on top of her pushing his cock in and out of her pussy.

“I love the double standard you set between my exploits and yours,” huffed Becky. “Anyway, I don’t disapprove of your conquests – I said I was trying to help.”

“How?”

“I doubt Amber would have agreed to go with you alone, and if she did, it’s likely she’d bolt if you tried anything serious. If I’m there, I think she’ll be a little more relaxed.”

“Maybe…” I slowly said.

“Besides, she’s here for two more weeks, just like us. There should be plenty of time for your private rendezvous later.”

“I guess you’re right,” I sighed.

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After dinner, the three of us headed out to the barn and climbed up the ladder to the hayloft. Amber and Becky were chatting away as they found a spot near the edge of the loft. After looking around for a little while, Becky knelt down declaring, “Here we go. We can see from the pasture entrance all the way into the pens from here.”

Amber sat down next and I sat down so that Amber was between Becky and me. At first, there wasn’t much to see. For a while, there wasn’t much to see – we just looked at the cows milling about and the cats that live in the barn dodging in and out of cover.

Then I saw the event I was waiting for. A large stallion that I knew was visiting the farm slowly sauntered into the barn entrance. As it got closer, the angle to watch it got better and you could see its member hanging long and think from underneath its body. When Becky got a good view of it, she whispered something to Amber and pointed towards the horse. I could hear Amber give a sharp gasp. I glanced over at Amber and saw that her gaze was locked onto that horse. Her breathing was more rapid and I could see her breasts rise and fall under her shirt. “Wow…” she sighed quietly.

“First time seeing a horse’s cock?” I asked Amber quietly. Becky gave me a sharp glance at my comment but didn’t say anything. Amber’s gaze was still fixed on the horse. I’m not sure she even heard me anyway.

“How does it…” Amber asked as she glanced down to her lap.

Becky put her arm around Amber protectively as she reassured her, “It’s the right size for the horse. It does look impressive though.”

“If there were any mares around in the barn, you might get to see him use it,” I said, wondering what effect that sight would have on her.

A few moments passed by. “Are…” Amber started, uncertain if she should continue. Becky motioned her forward and Amber whispered the rest of the question in her ear.

“Yes, all horses have ones that large,” smiled Becky.

“No, I meant…” stammered Amber.

“Well, you’d have to ask Chad about that,” replied Becky. “Are you ‘hung like a horse?’” she asked me.

My cock is slightly above average, at least based on what I’ve seen in the gym locker room, but I’m not match for a horse of course. Putting on my best face, I say, “Well, I’m no match for a horse…”

At this point, Becky and Amber are sitting next to each other, turned to face across from me. I could see Amber’s gaze drop down towards my shorts and if you looked carefully, you could see the slight bulge where my hardening cock was showing.

Becky leaned close to Amber and asked, “Did you want to see his for comparison?”

I could tell by her reaction that her shyness was warring with her curiosity. Another reassuring caress from Becky was apparently all that was needed to make her feel secure enough to timidly say, “Okay.”

I undid the snap on my shorts and lowered the zipper. I reached in with one hand and pushed the waistband of my undies down and pulled my cock out over the top. It was quite hard at this point and the handling caused a small drop of liquid to appear at the tip. When I removed my hands, my cock was standing proudly at attention as I sat cross-legged on the floor.

Amber leaned forward slightly to get a better look. She seemed to be studying it carefully, noting the veins running up the side, seeing the large head at the top of the cock and how it twitched in time with my heartbeat. “What do you think,” I asked softly.

Amber sat straight back up as the question snapped her out of her reverie. She glanced back down into the barn and then back at my member and said, “Not as large.”

“Yes, but the right size for us girls,” Becky said. I noticed at this point that Becky seemed to be taking quite an interest in my cock as well. I found myself wondering how mine compared to Andrew’s.

Hoping that Amber would be caught up enough in the mood, I asked, “What about my turn?”

“Hmmm…” asked Amber.

“Well, you got to see me. Do I get to see you?” I asked hopefully.

Amber got that uncertain “deer in the headlights” look, but Becky quickly answered, “That only seems fair. We can let you see our tits. Okay, Amber?” Becky started to lift her shirt up towards her neck.

Amber still looked a little uncertain, but watched as Becky got her shirt bunched up under her neck, revealing a plain, white bra. Honestly, I had never really looked at my sister sexually before, not even when I walked in on her and Andrew (although that scene did make me realize that she wasn’t my “little sister” anymore) but I found this strip-tease quite exciting. Becky’s tits weren’t as large as Amber’s, but they had a nice shape to them.

As Becky reached behind her towards the clasp of her bra, she glanced over at Amber and repeated, “Okay?”

Amber definitely looked uncertain, but after seeing Becky exposing herself, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly raised it up. As her shirt rose, Amber’s larger tits came into view. She was wearing a lacy bra that revealed quite a bit of cleavage on the top of her mounds. I definitely liked the view, although I tried not to stare. It helped that I could look back and forth between the two pairs on display.

At this point, Becky unsnapped the clasp and her bra fell free down her arms. Her perky tits hung free, suspended nicely on their own straight out from her chest. Right in the middle was a small, pointy nipple that hardened from exposure to the air. I found myself whistling appreciatively as Becky reached up, pushed the bottom of her tits up and together then let go so they would bounce back into place. She said, “Like what you see, Chad?”

As I started to say something about how beautiful she looked when Amber suddenly got up, her shirt falling back into place, and said, “I can’t do this,” as she rushed towards the steps leading down and out of the barn.

I watched her leave then turned back towards Becky. I watched as Becky put her bra back into place and covered up again. “I guess that’s a good start,” Becky said. “You might want to cover that back up before we head back inside,” she said, motioning at my cock that was still hanging out.

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That night in bed, I knew I had to give my cock some relief after all of the teasing it got during the day. As I rubbed my hand up and down, I found myself thinking just as much about Becky’s body as I did Amber’s. I retraced the events in the barn, and imagined how they might have continued if Amber hadn’t left, but it was Becky that I was picturing, her tits hanging down in front of her, that was in my mind when I exploded all over the bed. It had been quite a while since I’d come that hard.

As I lay there, enjoying the aftermath, I wondered what would happen after Amber had a chance to think over today. Would she be scared away by us, or would she gather her courage. I also wondered why Becky seemed so interested in helping me seduce Amber.

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The next day, Amber showed no sign that anything happened last night at all, although I didn’t get to see much of her. She and Becky went into town together to do some shopping. That evening after dinner, Amber came over to me and Becky as we were finishing up the dishes. “I’d like…, I mean…,” she started. After taking a breath, she quietly said, “Can we go to the barn again?”

Inside, I was thrilled, but I tried to keep my enthusiasm from showing too much. “That’s fine with me.”

Amber looked over at Becky. From her look, it was clearly only okay with her if Becky came along too. Becky didn’t hesitate though. “Me too. Let’s go,” she said, giving Amber a pat on the back.

All three of us went back out to the barn and climbed back into the loft. Most of the animals were back in at this point and the horse we saw yesterday was milling around one part of the barn, grazing on some hay. From this angle, his cock was clearly visible hanging down and Amber’s gaze was fixated on it again. Every now and then, she would glance back towards me, as if comparing what she saw, and after a few minutes, I could see her start to squirm a little bit as she was crouching.

“Could… can…,” started Amber, but then she turned to Becky and whispered something in her ear.

Becky smiled and said, “She’d like to see yours again. Just for comparison, of course.”

“Of course,” I smiled back. I was hoping she remembered what happened last night and knew what I’d expect in return. “But tonight, I think it’s time for you ladies to start first. Seems only fair, right?”

I think Amber had been expecting that. “Okay…” she said hesitantly, looking over at Becky for reassurance. She still sat still, like she was waiting for Becky to make the first move.

Becky didn’t disappoint. She quickly raised her shirt up and over her head, her breasts one again bouncing in the cups of her bra. Seeing as Amber still hadn’t moved, she reached over and grabbed her blouse and pulled it over her head in one swift motion.

Amber sat there, shocked for a moment, before instinctively crossing her hands over her ample bosom. As I tried to get a better look, Becky interrupted saying, “Okay, stud. It’s your turn next.”

Thinking it was only fair; I undid the snap at the top of my shorts and pulled them down. The bulge in my underwear that had already formed was clearly visible – something that did not escape the notice of the girls. While they were admiring the view, I also pulled my shirt off and tossed it into the pile with my shorts. I lay back slightly into the hay to give the girls a better view and said, “Your turn now.”

Again, Becky was the first one to act, reaching behind her back and undoing the clasp on her bra. Just like yesterday, her breasts held their own as the bra fell free. She then gave an encouraging glance to Amber.

Amber sat for a moment and then slowly reached back. Her bra snapped open, letting her breasts fall freely. Being larger, they sagged a bit as they lost the support of her bra, but they were still a nice round shape. Unlike Becky’s tiny, pink nipples, Amber’s ample breasts were crowned with a larger nipple, centered in a larger, darker areola. If anything, the sight of these hooters made my cock grow even harder. After letting the bra drop to the ground, Amber still held her hands partially obscuring my view.

Becky now glanced in my direction. I wondered who was really running this show, but I decided that I didn’t care. “Okay, ladies, time for the main event,” I said as I stood up and slowly lowered my undies down my legs. My cock bounced up sharply as it was finally released from its prison and bobbed several times, coming to rest pointing straight out from my body.

I heard an audible gasp, coming from Amber I think, when my cock came into view and as I looked up, I saw that she had abandoned any attempt at keeping her body hidden. Instead, her full attention was fixed directly on my cock.

Amber reached her hand out towards me a short distance, and then glanced as Becky, as if asking if it was okay. Asking me apparently never entered into their thoughts, not that I would have minded anyway. Getting the encouraging nod from Becky, Amber crawled the two steps towards me and gently touched the head of my cock with her finger. My cock bounced in response to the gentle push and Amber was transfixed by the sight.

“You can put your hand around it,” I suggested.

Amber glanced up at me, startled as if she had forgotten I could talk. But curiosity overcame her fear and she again reached out her hand, wrapping it around my shaft. “Wow… it’s so warm,” she said to Becky. “And it’s hard and soft at the same time… weird.”

Becky smiled back knowingly. “Try moving your hand up and down the length of it. Guys really like that,” Becky suggested.

Amber nodded and turned her attention back to me. She slid her hand all of the way down towards the base and then slowly back up. Her touch was electrifying, sending a wave of pleasure that followed behind her touch.

While her attention was distracted, I reached out with my hands and slowly cupped Amber’s large breasts in my hand. At first, I gently supported the weight on the bottom. Her tits felt like soft pillows – almost a fluffy feeling that contradicted their size. While I felt a flinch when I first made contact, as my hands enveloped more of the flesh, I could feel Amber lean in slightly, pushing her tits into my hands. I’m not even sure she was aware that I was doing it.

I slowly knelt down next to Amber as my fingers continued their exploration of her chest. I held each breast in my hand, running my thumbs up and across the curve of her tits. I noticed the Amber was breathing in time to my strokes. Her rhythm on my cock also slowed down a little as she seemed to lose focus. After a minute of this, I finally allowed my thumb to graze over her nipples. The reaction was instantaneous – Amber arched her back towards me and gave a loud groan of pleasure. Her hand clamped down on my cock.

At this point, I noticed that Becky was still sitting to the side of us watching. She had her hand inside the waistband of her shorts and it looked like she was rubbing herself off. I gave a small chuckle, glad that she was enjoying the show, while I turned my attention back to Amber. “Do you like how that feels?” I asked her. As she nodded back, I replied, “I can do something that will feel even nicer.”

Without waiting for her response, I lowered my face towards her breasts. My tongue traced a path across the tops of her mounds, then around the bottom curves. Only after making a full circle around the outside did I start liking towards the center. As my lips approached her nipples, I could hear mewing sounds coming from her throat.

Finally, my lips approached their destination as I took the nipple deep into my mouth. Amber let out a shout as my tongue circled around the nipple. I flicked my tongue back and forth across the hard tip and each time, her cry got louder and sharper. After only a few moments of this, Amber’s entire body lurched up towards me and she let out a loud, rhythmic moaning sound. This girl was so hot that she came from only a little sucking on her tits!

After her orgasm subsided, Amber collapsed back into the hay. I started to move over her, reaching for the waistband of her shorts. I had to fuck her now.

Unfortunately, she had other plans. She blocked my hands, gasping, “I think… that’s enough… for now…”

With a clearly disappointed look on my face, Becky said, “That’s not very fair to him.” Becky’s face has a flushed look on it. I’m sure that she got herself off as well. Wondering when the last time she had wondered about “fair” Becky continued, “At least let him come as well.”

“How?” asked Amber.

“Remember how I said that guys really like their cock being stroked? Just keep doing that and he’ll come the same way you did.”

“Like this,” Amber asked as she wrapped her hand around my cock again. Her motion up and down the shaft felt exquisite, but it was irregular.

“You want more of a pumping motion,” Becky said as she moved behind me. I could feel her breasts push into my back as she reached around me to replace Amber’s hands with her own. Becky collected the precum that was leaking liberally from the tip and expertly coated my shaft with it. From the motion of her hand and the way she twisted and used her thumbs, I could tell she’d done this before.

As Becky continued to pump away at me, Amber lay underneath me, watching closely. I knew I wasn’t going to last long under this assault and I could feel myself pass that threshold where there’s no holding back. I warned Amber, “I’m going to come soon…”

Almost as soon as I said that, I felt the familiar release wash through me and the first jolt of sperm came shooting hard out of my cock, splattering on the middle of Amber’s belly. As her eyes widened in shock, a second burst flew out, and a weaker third burst. As the remaining waves of my orgasm swept through me, the last of my cum dribbled out, making a small pile on the ground just in front of her crotch.

Amber stared at amazement – clearly this was the first time she’d actually seen anyone cum before. She put her finger into the glop of cum on her belly, swirling it around to feel the texture and consistency. “This is what makes babies?” she asked.

“Yep. It feels great when it spurts inside of you.”

“You’ve done it before?” Amber asked.

“A few times.” Becky’s gaze seemed lost in reminiscence. “The feeling is indescribable.”

“Want to know what it feels like,” I asked hopefully.

Amber gave a ‘nice try’ smile back and said, “Not tonight. I think we’ve already done enough.” She started to get that self-conscious look back in her face. As she grabbed her bra and blouse, she said, “I’d better get back inside and clean up.”

“I guess we all should,” Becky continued.

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The next day, I saw that Amber kept making furtive glances in my direction all day long. I looked for a chance to get alone with her, but never found a chance. With friends visiting the farm this day, there was never a time when I could get some time alone with her.

It wasn’t until late in the afternoon that Becky came over to me and said, “There’s something you’ll find interesting in the barn.” After delivering that message, she trotted off across the yard. It didn’t take me long to follow.

As we got to the base of the ladder to the loft, Becky motioned for quiet as she started climbing up. In the silence, I could hear noises coming from the barn. Just as I got to the top of the ladder, I realized what those sounds were and the view I saw in the loft confirmed my thought.

In the loft, Amber lay on her back. Her blouse was unbuttoned in the front and her bra pulled off her tits. One hand was rubbing and grasping at the exposed breast. The other hand had pulled her skirt completely up to her waist, pulled her panties aside and was rubbing her pussy lips rapidly. Her gaze was focused down into the main barn area where I could hear the sounds of two horses mating.

As I stood on the ladder with just my head poking up wondering how to take advantage of this situation, Becky boldly strode across the loft towards Amber. She was practically next to Amber when she was finally noticed. Becky lay down next to Amber, running her hands over Amber’s tits, softly saying “Watching the horse get a piece of the action.”

I expected Amber to freak out at this point, but instead she looked at Becky with a glazed look in her eye. “What does it feel like, Becky?”

“It’s the best sensation in the world. You feel so full. Getting off is way better than when you do it yourself.” She looked over towards me and said, “Chad knows you’re here too. He can help.”

I could see that Becky was still rubbing Amber’s tits and that Amber hand was still busy in her pussy. The glazed look hadn’t disappeared from her face either, so I slowly climbed into the loft and walked over towards the girls. As I came into view, Amber gave a hungry look at me.

I quickly removed my clothes. While there wasn’t a lot of foreplay for me here, my cock got fully hard at the sight of Amber playing with herself. As I lowered my shorts, Amber’s gaze quickly went from my face to my cock. Her hand was still buzzing in her pussy. “Do you want this inside you?” I asked her.

“Go on,” Becky said to her. Becky’s hands moved lower, joining Amber’s hands on her pussy. Becky grabbed the band of Amber’s panties and pulled them off her legs, exposing her pussy completely to me.

I lay over her, carefully positioning my cock at her entrance, hoping that I could finally get inside of her before she changed her mind. Amazingly, Becky helped line my cock up to her entrance, while saying to Amber in a soft voice, “It will probably hurt a little bit at first, but then it will feel wonderful.”

Amber’s pussy was already completely soaked from her earlier activities. As I gently pushed into her opening, I slipped in easily. Even though she was very wet, it was a tight fit. As my cock inched its way inside her, it met some resistance. I pushed hard and it suddenly gave way, my cock sliding all of the way inside her. Amber stiffened up and let out a loud groan at the penetration that sounded like a mixture of pleasure and pain.

I held my cock in position to let her get used to the size. When I felt her body relax a little, I slowly pulled out of her. Despite how slick she was, I could feel her pussy grabbing onto my cock as it withdrew. When it was almost all of the way out, I reversed course and slowly slid it in. This time, the penetration was rewarded with a low moan of passion from Amber. She had her eyes closed and her face was twisted in an expression of rapture.

I could see Becky still had one hand working over Amber’s tits while I was slowly pushing in and out of her. Becky’s other hand was underneath her dress, presumably simulating what Amber was experiencing. It was very erotic to hear Amber’s gasping at each thrust in time with my sister’s gasps from her finger-fucking.

Amber was very close to the edge even before we came up and it didn’t take much at all for her to explode into a massive orgasm. When I felt it begin, I held my cock deep within her. I could feel the walls of her vagina ripple as the waves of her orgasm coursed through her body.

When she came down from the orgasmic high, she said to Becky, “Oh my God, that was amazing!”

Through her gasping, Becky said, “Wait until you feel him spurt inside you.”

That statement snapped reality back into Amber. “Oh, no! Don’t come in me! I don’t want to get pregnant.”

I thought all girls over the age of 12 were on the pill these days, but apparently not Amber. I realized I really did have to stop. I didn’t want to become a father any more than she wanted to become a mother.

My disappointment must have been clear on my face. “Poor Chad,” said Becky. “Why don’t you shoot it in me instead?” Becky lay back in the hay and peeled her panties down her legs.

I’m sure part of me was thinking that this was my sister asking me to fuck her, but those parts of me weren’t in control at the moment. I pulled out of Amber and moved over to where Becky was lying down. She reached down between us and positioned my cock at her opening. As soon as it was lined up, Becky grabbed my ass and pulled me hard into her. She was just as wet as Amber was and I slid smoothly into her; my cock penetrating all the way inside her.

I started moving in and out of her. With each inward stroke she would push her pelvis up towards me and pull my ass down, squeezing me deep inside her. It didn’t take much of this physical thrusting before I was on the verge. “Here it comes,” I warned her.

“Yes! Yes! Cum inside me! Spurt deep inside your little sister!” Becky yelled as she pulled me down even harder. Her dirty talk pushed me over the edge as I thrust has hard and as deep inside her as I could and the first burst of semen jetted out of my cock and filled the inside of her pussy. “Oh!” Becky gasped as she felt it inside her. A second wave followed the first, along with another “Oh!” from Becky. Each spurt from me was matched with another gasp from Becky as she felt each twitch from my cock. Around the fourth or fifth spurt, Becky tensed up as her orgasm came to her. She wrapped her legs tightly around me, pinning me deep inside me, and wriggled her pussy all over my groin. Her gasps changed to a long, continuous groan as the release washed over her as well.

We both just lay together, letting the feeling of our orgasms pass over us. As we came to our senses, we noticed that Amber was still watching us, absently fingering her pussy.

“Wow,” Amber said.

“Yeah,” smiled Becky. “You’ve got to get your problem fixed so you can experience this too.”

I got up, withdrawing from Becky. I could see a flood of sperm flow out of her pussy as I pulled out. “We’d all better get cleaned up before we’re missed.”

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When I woke up the next morning, I was still thinking about what had happened last evening. At the time, I didn’t give much thought to the fact that it was my little sister Becky that I was fucking. Now, I was worried about how she would react. I seriously doubted that she would tell anyone about it, but I was worried about what she would think of what happened.

I went down the hall to her bedroom and gave a soft knock on the door. I heard her voice say, “Come in,” so I opened the door and slipped into her room.

Becky was standing on the far side of the bed, with her back to me. She was still wearing the long nightgown that she wore to bed and was going through something in her dresser.

“About yesterday,” I began, unsure of exactly what to say. “I mean… we got a little carried away. You’re my sister and… When we had sex…” Becky was just standing straight up, her back still to me. I couldn’t read her expression and that was making me feel more worried. “It was really good, but I shouldn’t have… I won’t let it happen again.”

“That’s where your wrong, big brother,” Becky said in a level voice. Then she turned around to face me. Her nightgown was completely unbuttoned in front and as she took her first steps towards me, she flung it off her shoulders leaving herself clad in only a pair of white, cotton panties. “I want it to happen again,” she said as she closed the distance between us.

Becky moved next to me, wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled my face down to hers to give me a kiss. This definitely wasn’t a sister-like kiss – her tongue licked around the outside of my lips and then pushed inside to mingle with mine. As she did this, she pushed her body into mine, pushing her breasts against my chest and grinding her groin against my slowly hardening member. This was enough to shock me out of my reverie. I wrapped my hands around her waist, letting them rest of the cups of her ass. Each cheek filled my palm nicely and had just the right amount of firmness and softness.

After a moment, Becky took a half-step back and reached down between us with her hands. She grabbed my shorts and undies together and pushed them down to my feet. As she stood back up, she then grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. Now that I was standing naked before her, she gave an appraising look over my body, definitely liking what she saw, and pulled me over to her bed.

We toppled onto the bed together. Since I didn’t really get a chance to explore her body last night during our frenzied coupling, I took the opportunity now. I leaned down over Becky and resumed our kiss. As my tongue explored her mouth, I took one tit in each hand, slowly running my fingers around the edges. While not as large as Amber’s, they were more firm, holding their shape better and providing a smooth surface to touch. My fingers slowly spiraled from the outside to the center, eventually reaching the small, pink nipple that was poking out of the tips.

While my hands were exploring the curves of Becky’s breasts, I could feel her breath quicken. She would make light mewing noises as I found each tender spot. My kisses moved from her mouth, down her neck and towards the center of her cleavage. As my tongue approached Becky’s nipples, I could feel her arch her back up towards me as she chanted, “Yes, yes…” I suddenly closed my lips completely around her right tit, hungrily devouring the breast in my mouth. I heard an incoherent yelp coming from Becky’s lips as the squirmed beneath me.

As my lips help her tits busy, my hands continued their voyage down her body. I ran them over her flat tummy, briefly tickling her “inny” belly-button, and glided them over her panty-covered mound. I could feel both the heat and wetness emanating from her pussy. I hooked my hands over the edge of her panties and slowly pulled them down. As my hands lowered, my tongue also lowered, tracing a path from her breasts towards her now exposed pussy.

Becky could sense what was coming. “Yes, lick me down there. Lick my pussy,” she directed as my tongue approached its destination. As my hands pulled her panties off her feet, they made their way back up her legs, reaching underneath her to hold her ass. I lifted her rear slightly off the bed, pushing her slit into my waiting tongue. As I made my first lick from the base of her slit, up to her clit, Becky pushed her pussy deeper into my face, yelling, “Yes, lick me there. Lick it harder! Yes!”

I continued, giving a slow lick from the bottom to the top, driving my tongue as deep into her slit as I could, and giving her clit a sharp flick with my tongue at the end of each stroke. Becky enthusiastically cheered on my efforts with her cries. As her motions got more frantic, at the end of a stroke, I took her clit into my mouth and sucked deep inside, flicking my tongue over it repeatedly. “Yes, right there! Oh, yes! Oh! Oh! I’m coming! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Yes!!!” she screamed as her thighs clamped around my face. I could feel a sudden surge of wetness envelop my face as Becky came hard underneath me.

As the waves of orgasm passed, Becky grabbed me under my arms and pulled me up towards her. She had a hungry look in her face. “Now, put that dick of yours deep inside me,” she ordered. I wasn’t going to disagree.

I lined my member up with her steaming hole and as I gazed into her eyes, slowly pushed my way inside. We each gave a contented sigh at the feeling of becoming one. As I lay with my cock fully inside my sister’s pussy, she wrapped her arms and legs around my body, holding me deep inside her.

I moved my cock in and out of her pussy in long, slow, rhythmic strokes. Becky, still wrapped around me, flexed her pelvis with each stroke, heightening the sensation of each withdrawal and penetration. Unlike the frantic fuck the previous day, this was a slow, sensual joining. With each stroke, Becky would give a light, “Yes,” as my cock penetrated into her depths.

After longer than I thought possible, given my state, I could feel my release building and found myself speeding the pace of my strokes up. Becky could sense this as well, as she matched my strokes, encouraging me to go faster. “Yes, yes, yes…” she would chant.

“I’m going to cum soon,” I warned her as I could feel my cock approaching that point of no return.

“Yes, come inside me…” she ordered. “Deep inside me… Fill me up, Chad! Fill your sister up!” As her chanting continued, I gave a final push as deep in her as I could as my sperm jetted out the end of my cock. Becky could sense immediately when it happened and continued grinding against my cock. “Oh, yes! There! Yes!” she yelled as she milked every last drop out of me. Finally, I collapsed on top of her, completely spent.

I’m not sure if I drifted off for a moment, or just lay there in a daze, but in a few minutes I came to my senses to see Becky still lying next to me, staring adoringly into my face. “What got into you, Becky?” I asked her.

“You did, Brother,” she replied with a smirk. “Actually, I’ve been hoping something like this would happen since I lost my cherry a few months ago.”

“Um… really?” I asked in a confused way.

“Yep,” she explained. “First, you’re always around when I’d need you. Second, you won’t blab about it to anyone else. And, most importantly…” she paused as she glanced down at my now shrinking cock. “Yours feels much nicer inside me.”

That last comment filled me with pride. I gave Becky a big hug, telling her, “It will always be ready for you.”

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Now, we didn’t start fucking like rabbits every chance we got, but over the next week and a half, Becky and I found a few other times to have sex again. The sexual games with Amber and Becky also continued. I didn’t get to fuck Amber again, although there was a close encounter when we were out at the creek.

We were all swimming naked in the creek. It seemed silly after our sexual escapades to bother with bringing our suits down to the creek to change into. The three of us were horsing around in the water and Becky gave me an unexpected push on my back. I fell forward, landing in Amber’s arms, and the two of us crashed to the ground, landing in the shallows at the edge of the water. After we each caught our breath from the fall, we both realized that I was lying fully on top of her and my cock, which was always slightly hard around the two naked girls, was nestled directly on top of her pussy and was expanding to its full size.

Amber gazed into my eyes and slowly gyrated her hips, rubbing her pussy along the length of my shaft. When I felt this, I slowly started moving against her as well. We only got a couple strokes in when Becky asked, “Are you two okay?” This simple question snapped us out of our trance, and we both disengaged and stood up to show her that we were fine.

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Two weeks after our first encounter, Amber came up to me as I was cleaning up after dinner. “Come with me to the barn,” she whispered in my ear, and sauntered off.

I finished putting things away as far as I could and then headed out to the barn, wondering what Amber had in mind. I climbed the latter up to the loft. As I looked around, Amber grabbed me from the side. She pulled her towards her, wrapped her hands around her and planted a kiss on my lips.

As we kissed, I reflected at how much more assertive Amber had become over the last two weeks, at least around me and Becky. As my tongue sparred with hers in our mouths, my hands moved up and down her back, then went lower to massage her ass cheeks. We stood together, kissing passionately, and grinding our pelvises together.

After a few minutes, Amber stepped away and moved one of her hands over my crotch. She started rubbing the bulge of my cock up and down through the material of my shorts. “Your sister gave me a pack of her pills,” Amber said quietly. “The directions said to wait two weeks to make sure they had taken effect.” She stopped and looked up into my face longingly. I guess she was still too shy to directly come out and say it, but I knew she was telling me that she wanted to feel my cock come inside her and that she was safe now.

Her hand continued moving up and down my bulge while I moved my hands back up towards her neck. The yellow sun dress that Amber was wearing was one of those where the bowtie at the top of the neck held the entire thing in place. My hands pulled on the ends of the bow and the strings gently separated. As I let go, the dress gently fell away, landing in a pile at her feet, revealing a bra and a pair of matching panties that were both the same shade of bright yellow that the dress had been. Even though I’d seen her naked several times, somehow the sight of her in this lingerie that exactly matched her dress was more erotic.

Amber stepped out of the dress and back against me. She pressed her body back against mine, her hand still between us on my bulge. My hands found their way onto her large tits, cupping each one through the thin material of her bra. I bent my head down and placed it into the cleft of her cleavage, causing her to gasp. As I licked in her valley, my hands found the clasp around back, releasing her tits from their captivity. As the bra fell free, it allowed my tongue to roam freely from one mound to the other. As my tongue made circles around her tits, and flicked her large, dark nipples, Amber was starting to squirm against me. Even after that first day, she had always aroused easily and many a time I could make her come just by licking her tits.

I didn’t want her to have her release yet though, so I disengaged and moved her hands to the top of my shorts. Amber got the hint and pulled my shorts down, releasing my straining cock. As her hand returned to my member, I pulled my shirt over my head.

I sat down on the ground, lowing Amber down next to me. Her hand was still moving over my cock, spreading the lubrication leaking from the tip all up and down my shaft. My hand spread apart her legs and traced circles over her soaking wet panties. My fingers could feel the contours of her opening and they traced the edges of her pussy lips with each circle.

I slipped a finger underneath the material and touched her slit directly. This first contact elicited a loud gasp from Amber. Her hand on my cock stopped momentarily as she was lost in the sensations coming from her pussy. I took hold of the panty itself and Amber lay back and lifted her hips off the ground so I could remove the interfering piece of clothing from her body.

My fingers returned to their massage, running circles around her opening, and flicking her clit on each pass by it. Occasionally, I would dip one of my fingers into her opening. Her opening was definitely tighter, but she was plenty wet enough for what was going to happen next.

As I moved over her, I asked, “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her gaze slowly focusing on my face. “Just let me know when you’re going to…, okay?”

I positioned myself at the mouth of her pussy, held her hips with my hands, and slowly pushed my way into her. She was definitely tighter than Becky, after all this was only the second time she’d been fucked, and I could feel the texture and warmth of her pussy more clearly on my cock. Despite her wetness, I didn’t want to force my way in all at once, so I slowly pushed in and out. Each stroke worked its way a little deeper than the previous. Each time my cock penetrated to a new depth, another gasp came from Amber’s mouth.

When I had gotten my full length inside her, I looked at Amber’s face to see how she was doing. She met my gaze and smiled. As I started moving inside her again, her expression returned to that of a distant concentration. She was totally lost in the sensations that my cock was creating in her.

As my cock pumped in and out of her, I let my hands explore the rest of her body. She was definitely a little chunkier all around than Becky – not fat by any means though – but that padding made her body feel softer against him.

Amber was already close to the edge, so it wasn’t long before I could feel her twitching and bucking underneath me. She was definitely quieter than Becky, only letting a series of, “Oh… oh… oh…” escape her mouth as she came. When it passed, I could see her gaze focus back on me and I started to increase the speed of my thrusts.

“Okay,” I said between breaths, “get ready. I’m going to come…” I gave a few more long thrusts into her and as I felt the familiar sensation of my orgasm beginning, I thrust deep inside Amber. She sensed that this was the start and she held herself very still underneath me. Both of us were locked in a tight embrace as my cock twitched over and over delivering load after load of my cream inside her. Even though Amber was still, I could feel her body flinch in time to my pulses.

When the twitches subsided, Amber gave me a big hug and whispered into my ear, “That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt. Thank you.” I returned the hug and we just stayed in each other’s’ arms for a few more moments.

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In the week that we had before Amber had to return with her family to New York, we fucked nearly every day. She wanted to get as much of me as she could before she had to leave. Becky and I also continued fucking, although not as frequently, even after we returned to our homes. When school started back up, we both dated other people like normal, but the fact that we had each other to satisfy our urges allowed us to be more sexually selective in our dating.

But looking back, that summer was one of the most memorable summer vacations I had.