Bangers BackSeat

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Bangers Backseat
Sara's boyfriend never came by to pick her up. So we gave her a joyride in our backseat instead! Cum see all the saucy jizz action in this weeks episode and read the following groupsex story while downloading the videos! ---- Jim Woban stared at the screen of his word processor and tried again to make words appear. Sometimes it was too frustra- ting to bear. A story would begin and take itself through chap- ters of action, romance and mystery, and then leave him aban- doned, suddenly without words or inspiration, only a deadline for his tyrannical editor, Jake, or Arnie, his parasite of an agent! He caught himself and mentally chastised his thoughts. Both men had been more than fair and helped him through the rough times of his divorce, extending time and money when they would have been more than justified in leaving him in a pool of self- pity and cheap Scotch. It had only been a few months, seven, to be exact, that he had suddenly found himself single, his net worth dramatically reduced, and his world in a total shambles. Since then, he had sold the house, invested as much of the money as he could (thanks to Arnie's nagging) and moved to this rented room to finish the novel Jake had commissioned at some jeopardy to his own position. His publishing house disliked large advances to lush writers whose past efforts were slightly above mediocre! In the kitchen below him, he could hear Katie Sorben moving about cooking dinner for her husband and their boarder. Katie and Karl were in their early thirties, but had only been married a few years; both had been married before. Karl was a machinist at a local plant and Katie worked 6 A.M. to Noon at a bakery. They had bought a large house with a large mortgage and found they had to take in a boarder to make ends meet. Their ad had hit the paper two months after Jim's life jumped into the dumper. Ten years their senior, he lived quietly and tried not to interfere in their daily lives, with the exception of the dinner meal. Lately, Karl had been inviting him to join them watching the Sunday football games and Katie had extended the invitation to other T.V. shows during the week. They were cheerful and po- lite, neither of them prying into his private affairs or pressing their own business on him. Sometimes he would hear them arguing with one another like any other married couple, but in most cases, life in the Sorben household went along on an even keel. From time to time, he would hear the unmistakable sounds of their lovemaking. Katie, he noted, was a "squealer" and, apparently, Karl gave her something to squeal about. After his divorce, the thought of any type of romantic or sexual encounter chilled him thoroughly. True, Katie's muffled squeals sometimes sent him into an Onanistic fantasy, but he channeled his efforts and energies into his work. He grinned as he reread a portion he had written one evening when she and Karl had been especially loud. He wondered if she would ever guess she had been the inspiration for one of the juicier situations in his novel. It was not difficult to let his mind wander as he thought of her tight, chunky figure moving about the kitchen under her kimono. Katie was not terribly buxom, but her breasts and but- tocks moved freely when she wore nothing under her robe. She was not flagrant but she carried an understated sexuality that seemed to always suggest something more than met the eye. A slight lift to an eyebrow, a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth - there was just something about her Jim could only classify as sexy. Karl, on the other hand, was tall, lanky and outgoing. He liked to laugh and yet, retained a sort of privacy Jim could ap- preciate. To Jim's pleasant surprise, he found that the man's lack of formal schooling had not prevented him from being rather well-read and quite sensitive. A T.V. tear-jerker could bring tears to his eyes and he made no apologies. Jim grew to like him quickly and Karl seemed to return the feeling. The three of them lived together quietly, contentedly and peacefully. Until the afternoon Katie dropped the butter. He had been trying to write, but was in a dead end. Hearing Katie preparing dinner, he decided to take a break and get a cold soda before trying to do anymore. In the kitchen, Katie was busi- ly getting out the ingredients for a Bundt cake when he walked in. She was wearing a short robe, as she often did in the after- noons. Usually, after work, she went out somewhere, came home and showered, started dinner, and then went upstairs to dress before they sat down to eat. The sight of Katie in a short kimono was certainly pleasant, but it was nothing new. As Jim entered the kitchen, Katie dropped a quarter pound bar of butter on the floor. "Shit!" she exclaimed, and bent over to pick it up, still balancing a measuring cup of milk in one hand. As she bent over, her robe slid up to clearly expose the naked cheeks of her behind and the fur covered lips of her pussy. Jim stood frozen as she picked up the butter and put it back on the counter. Then she turned and saw him. She must have known by the look on his face what he had seen, but she looked directly at him with a half-smile. "It was the last damned butter in the house!" she said. He swallowed hard. "Want me to run out and get some more?" "No. I'll let Karl pick some up on his way home. I'll use shortening for the cake. I just hate to have to clean up this greasy mess," she said indicating where the remnants of the but- ter showed clearly on the floor. Taking a cloth from the counter, she turned again to bend down and wipe the floor, and again her robe slipped up to expose her behind. Jim's eyes opened wide as he watched. "How does it look?" she asked him. He stood tongue-tied. "The floor," she said. "Did I get it all?" "Yeah!" Jim answered. "It looks good. Real Good." Katie burst into a fit of laughter. "You're something else," she roared. "Wait 'til Karl hears this one!" Jim was mortified. He never intended to spy on the woman, let alone get involved in a confrontation with her husband. "I...I'm sorry!" he stammered. "I just wanted a drink. I didn't mean to..." "Oh, Jim!" she laughed. "Don't worry. You don't know Karl. He'll get as big a kick out of it as I do. You've got to be the shiest man I've ever seen! And besides, I'm kind of flattered you liked looking at me. You did, didn't you?" "Well, sure. I guess," Jim stammered. "I'm a little con- fused, Katie. What's going on?" "Don't be. Sit down," she said as she poured a soda for him. "You've been here almost four months and you haven't been out of the house once. Socially, I mean. You're an attractive man, Jim. You should be seeing people. You can bring women here if you want. Karl and I don't mind." "I just don't have time," he muttered. "Balls! All you're doing is making yourself horny as a goat. i saw the way you've been watching me. It's all right, of course, but you should be getting out. Karl thinks so too." "I really don;t know anybody, Katie. And I was never real great at the singles scene. I'm sorry if I seem to be staring at you too much. I'll be more discreet from now on." Katie suddenly threw open her robe and exposed her small breasts. "How's that for discreet!" she challenged. "Hell, Jim, Karl and I don't care if you want to look at me, it's just that you're a nice guy and you shouldn't be depriving yourself of sex just because you had a bad time once. I mean, we're really concerned about you." Jim could not believe what she was saying, but continued to stare at her breasts. The nipples were small and brown and poin- ty. Her breasts were soft and well-shaped with just a little sag that made them all the more attractive. All he could think of was how they would feel between his lips. It had been so, so long! "Jim, come back," she called and pulled her robe closed. "You're farther gone than I'd thought. Maybe Karl was right." Jim shook his head. "What do you mean? Right about what?" She blushed and glanced at him with a look that he felt go all the way to his groin. "Oh, nothing," she said. "Well, not nothing, but..." She got up and walked across the kitchen to one of the cup- boards. "Do me a favor?" she asked. "Reach up and get me that cake pan, would you?" The pan was on the very highest shelf and when he reached up to get it, he had to balance himself on tiptoe while he worked the pan from under a pile of other things. Without warning, he felt her hand grope his crotch. "God damn!" he exploded. "Don't drop anything!" she warned. "What the Hell are you doing?" he demanded. "I just wanted to see something, that's all. I didn't hurt you, did I?" Jim extracted the pan and regained his composure. "I don't know if I'm ready for this," he gasped. "You're a beautiful woman, Katie, but I don't want Karl kicking my ass for messing around with his wife." Katie laughed and stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. "Don't worry about that. You liked it, didn't you?" "That's not the point." "Of course it is," she told him. "We're going to have to get you taken care of, and that's all there is to it." Jim considered skipping dinner that evening, but decided it would be best to face the music. Karl was in a particularly good humor as Jim joined them at the table. To his dismay, though, Katie had not changed, but still wore the abbreviated robe and, very obviously, nothing else. Karl, too, wore a Japanese-style Hopi jacket belted with a sash. It bore the same design as Katie's, a large red butterfly in a circle of yellow. He was sitting down, but it struck Jim that he probably wore nothing else, as well! "Katie tells me you two had quite a day," Karl announced shortly after they had begun eating. "Now you can see just why I married her. Cutest little ass in captivity. How about it?" Jim nodded silently and looked from one to the other. Karl laughed and reached over to pat Jim's shoulder reas- suringly. "Don't worry, I'm not going to jump you for admiring my wife's body. If I did that, I'd be jumping most of the men in this town. We're just worried about you, Jim. I told her she should trim your tree, but she didn't think you'd want to go along with it. Why don't you let us fix you up with a friend of ours?" "I...I don't think so," Jim began. "C'mon, Jim!" Katie urged. "Susan's a nice person. You'll like her. It's not like you're going to the Senior Prom, after all!" "You might even get lucky," Karl added with a wink toward his wife. Jim shrugged. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed a woman and seeing Katie had not made things any easier. "What's she like?" he asked. "Nice," Katie offered. "You'll like her." "She's a lot of fun and decent looking, too," Karl added. "She's divorced and horny. Just like you," Katie giggled. "And best of all, she's a Butterfly," Karl declared. Jim waited for him to explain. When he failed to elaborate, Jim asked, "What's a Butterfly?" Karl held out his right hand and showed Jim a small ring. It bore the same butterfly design that he and Katie wore on their robes. Katie held out her hand and showed him hers. It was iden- tical to Karl's. "We met each other through Butterfly," she told him. "It's a special group of people. That's all." "What do they do?" he asked. Karl laughed and told him, "More later. Tomorrow Susan and then, who knows? The important thing is to get you out of your funk and back into the world." "I suppose so," Jim sighed. "But for now, I have a book to finish or I'm going to be very, very far behind in the rent." "Is it like Beauregard Flats?" Karl asked. "You read it?" "I'm just finishing it now. I didn't know you wrote it until I saw your picture on the jacket. I didn't know we had a celeb- rity in the house!" "According to my editor, you don't. And if I don't start getting some ideas working, you never will!" "Where do you get ideas from?" Katie asked. "Life, I guess," Jim told her. "Wasn't Beau Flats a bisexual?" Karl asked. "Yes. That was the point of the whole thing." "I mean, some of the scenes you wrote were really realistic. I thought you said you wrote from experience!" Katie giggled as Jim squirmed. "I also have a good imagination," he assured them. Karl grinned at him. After dinner he went back to his room and continued to write. The words came a little better, but not the way he liked them. It was nearly 11 when he heard a light knock on the door. He went to open it and found Katie in a sheer baby doll nightie very visibly without bottoms. "I saw your light and wondered if you wanted anything," she told him. He looked at her dark nipples and the triangle of her pubic patch showing through the sheer fabric and licked his lips. "I mean from the kitchen," she said impishly. "Karl's a- sleep, but I feel like making some hot chocolate. Want me to bring you some?" "That sounds good," he replied. "Let me turn this computer off and I'll come down with you." They walked down the hallway to the stairs. Katie turned to him and put her fingers to her lips with a little giggle just as they passed the doorway to her and Karl's bedroom. Her naked hus- band lay sprawled across the bed, snoring lightly. The shiny spots on his stomach and penis gave ample evidence of what had exhausted him. The bottoms of Katie's baby dolls lay crumpled on the floor. Jim's eyes took in everything in the room, but dwelled on Karl's penis as the man slept. It was soft and curled, not pro- digiously large, but smooth and white-looking framed by a mane of light hair. Jim Woban was no fag, but seeing the naked man sleep- ing while his nearly naked wife led him down to the kitchen stirred an odd excitement deep inside him. At the bottom of the stairs, Katie stopped suddenly and turned too fast for Jim to stop in time and he came up hard a- gainst her. Instinctively, he reached out to keep her from falling and felt her warm flesh through the sheer nightie as his hand lay spread across her behind. "Mm!" she murmured. "Is that for me or Karl?" She rubbed hard against his growing erection. "What do you think?" he whispered hoarsely. "I think that if you don't fuck something pretty soon, you're going to explode!" she told him. Jim kissed her deeply and felt her small body moving against his, her hand snaking its way between them to open his zipper and slip inside expertly. He slid both hands down under the nightie and smoothed them up to cup and knead her bare ass. His penis was out of his pants now and he was aware of the cool air moving a- cross it as she stroked it gently back and forth. Without letting go, she led him into the living room and sat down on the couch. Closing her eyes, she took the head of his cock into her mouth and savored it gently, running her tongue beneath it and milking what juices she could eke from him. Stretching the skin back tightly, she slid more into her mouth sucking and tonguing him at the same time. The feeling was exqui- site and he felt himself quickly building to a climax. It was coming too fast and he forced himself to pull away from her. She looked up at him with a frown, but soon smiled a- gain as he dropped to his knees and pushed her thighs apart. He looked at the swollen lips of her pussy and saw the pink tip of her clitoris winking at him. He did not hesitate, fastened his lips to it at laved it with his tongue. He slid down to lick the pink inner lips and reamed her vagina with his tongue. Her thighs wrapped around his head and he smelled and tasted the strong scent of Karl's come still dripping from within her. A rush of desire overwhelmed him and licked and sucked at her pussy fur- iously making loud slurping sounds as he heard her whimpering softly in the far, far distance. She came in a rush with her legs spread wide and her hands pulling his face deeper into her cunt. She thrusted her pelvis against him and made rough gutteral sounds as her climax rolled over her again and again. Before she could subside, Jim crawled up and slipped his cock into her deeply. He came almost immed- iately, great gobs of come spurting into her as he gasped for the sheer pleasure that overwhelmed him. "Karl was right," Katie said as she leaned back with a con- tented smile. "You really are Butterfly material. I'd better keep my eye on you two!" "What are you talking about?" "That's O.K., Jim. I love bisexual men. Hell, I'm a Butter- fly too, aren't I?" Jim was too confused and exhausted to press it any further. He leaned back and his cheek came in contact with the inside of her thigh. It was wet with their fluids running out of her. Her hand caressing the back of his neck, however, told him she was far from done. Surprisingly enough, neither was he! "Eat me and I'll suck you off," she whispered fiercely as she urged his face into her bush. The familiar taste of his come overshadowed even the sweet taste of her as he slowly licked her. He ran his tongue expertly up and down the line from her clitoris to her ass, stopping to swirl his tongue here or gently suck on something soft there. Without lifting his lips, he pressed three fingers inside her and tickled her asshole with his thumb. Moments later, he was re- warded by spasms shaking her as she came again. "You're good!" she told him. "Susan will love you!" "You think so?" "So will Karl. He already told me so." "Whoa!" Katie laughed. "Don't play innocent with me," she told him. "I saw how you licked up his come out of me. Besides, Karl told me you couldn't have written what you did unless you had done it. You have, have- n't you?" "I think you have a mistaken impression of me," he told her. "I'm not a fag." "Of course not. I'm not a Lez but sometimes I like a little variety. C'mon, how about I suck you off right now? You and Karl can sort things out later." She slid to the floor on her knees and captured Jim's limp penis and balls between her hands. Leaving slick trails of sali- va, she licked them over and over. "I love to taste pussy on a cock," she told him breathlessly and went back to her task. He felt her suck his soft cock into her mouth and reached down to massage her small breasts. The nipples were as hard as tiny stones, but her breasts were soft and pliable. Her mouth worked busily at her penis and he felt the blood beginning to flow into it as it slowly filled her mouth. As it rose to its full length, she sucked it in and out, running a wet finger in and out of his asshole with each stroke. Only one other person had ever done that to him and he squeezed his eyes closed, trying to fend off the memory. He and Chuck were fifteen when they spent the summer at Chuck's parents' place on the bay. They fished and swam and talked about girls and sex and all the things they talked about any other time. Somehow their conversation changed during the overnight fishing trip they took. It was very hot that night, and after building a campfire to cook the canned stew they brought, they had gone down to the river to cool off. There was no one within miles and Chuck had dared him to go skinny-dipping. After their swim they had gone back to the camp without dressing and sat beside the fire. Jim noticed that Chuck's penis was stiff and erect, and his rose, too. Chuck noticed it immediately. "Christ! You have a monster!" he exclaimed. "Large women and small cows," Jim responded. "Do you jerk off much?" Chuck asked suddenly. "I do every day. Sometimes twice or three times." Jim's breath caught in his throat. "Sometimes," he said quietly. "I like to pretend I'm fucking Barbie Holland," Chuck went on. "Sometimes I pretend she's sucking me off." Jim did not answer. He was watching Chuck's hand slowly pul- ling on his cock. Barbie Holland was a girl a year older than them who had the earned reputation of being an easy lay. Neither boy had ever had a woman, but Barbie Holland was a mutual goal. "Do you want to see me?" Chuck asked. Jim nodded. He was holding his own cock by now. It was very sensitive and he stroked it self-consciously. Chuck, however, picked up tempo and was chafing his cock with a vengeance. Sud- denly he stopped. "Hey, Jim. Did you ever do it with another guy? Jerk each other off, I mean?" he asked in a conspiratorial tone. Jim shook his head. "Hey! I will if you will," Chuck said, fear quavering in his voice. Holding Chuck's cock was a different experience. It was not at all like holding his own. For one thing, it was smaller and thinner, although his balls hung large and full. They stroked each other awkwardly until Chuck made them stop and then changed position so he could concentrate on jerking off Jim's cock. "It's so big," he said. "Have you ever had anybody suck it?" Jim nodded a lie. "How was it?" "Great. It really felt good." "I'll bet it did. God, I never had it. I never did it either. How about you?" "No," Jim said. "I never sucked anybody before." They were quiet for awhile and then Chuck laid back and let Jim jerk him off. Neither one had come. "Jim?" "What?" "What did it feel like?" "What?" "Getting sucked." "It's hard to describe." "I don't see what's so bad about it." "Getting sucked?" "No. The other way around. Sucking a guy's dick." "Everybody calls you 'queer' and all. And no girls want to have anything to do with you." "Jim, I wouldn't tell if a guy sucked my dick. Would you?" "I guess not." "I mean, if I did it to you, would you tell? I wouldn't tell on you." "No," said Jim. It was almost a whisper. In the end, Chuck had gone first and taken the head of Jim's cock in his mouth for a few seconds. "Your turn," he said. Jim leaned down and slowly sucked Chuck's thin cock into his mouth. There was no taste, just the smooth sensation of the boy's penis throbbing on his tongue. He pulled his head away just as the white jism began to shoot out. One glob landed on his lips and he tasted it. "You bastard!" he shouted. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it!" Chuck pleaded. "Look, don't get mad. I'll let you come on my lips if it makes you feel bet- ter. Here, let me do it to you again!" Jim had held himself back while the boy sucked in earnest drawing as much of Jim's cock in is mouth as he could. Then, without any warning, he had let go and shot his wad in Chuck's mouth. To his surprise, the other boy did not pull away but con- tinued to suck and swallow. "It tastes kind of like mine," Chuck confided moments later. "I always taste my come when I jerk off. Sometimes I try to catch it in my mouth. How about you?" Jim shook his head, but the thought excited him. They promised absolute secrecy again and sucked each other off, coming in one another's mouth and licking each other's balls. They arrived back at he house the following afternoon, complaining about the poor fishing and how the mosquitoes had kept them awake all night. The heads of both cocks were red and chafed from the continuous abuse they had received and both boys went to bed and slept for hours. Neither of them mentioned their summer to anyone else and after the start of school, they never repeated the interludes they enjoyed that summer. They had tried everything they had ever heard about, though, enjoying some things and abandoning the things that did not suit them. As Katie's finger probed his ass- hole, he thought of Chuck's mouth sucking in and out while his fingers tickled Jim's balls and ass. It had been fun, but the guilt came years later as his thoughts went back unbidden to that summer. He was not queer and did not like the self-accusations that he, indeed, might be. The fingers felt good though, and he spread his legs as Katie inserted two more. He and Chuck had taken turns fucking one another, but he had not liked the burning sensation of another man's cock in his ass. He had never repeated it, but Chuck had asked for it again and again. He had obliged the boy, driving his cock far into the smooth white ass while he massaged Chuck's prick and balls, making Chuck come over and over, and shooting his own jism deep into the boy. As his memories came flooding back, the sensations Katie were stirring began to have an effect. He began to feel another orgasm building, amplified by her working tongue and her busy fingers. Suddenly she stopped and stood up. "Lie down," she said urgently and crawled over his face even before he had fully complied. With her forearms, she spread his legs wide and swallowed his cock once more,her fingers sliding back to his ass. Her pussy rubbed hard against his mouth and he burrowed his lips into it to catch the rich aroma of pussy mixed with the taste of his come. He sucked and licked, feeling her pulling another orgasm from his balls. Finally, he exploded once more in her mouth as she humped and ground her pussy against his face. She kissed him deeply after the both sat up and he felt her hard breasts pressing against him. "See you tomorrow," she said. "I hope you're feeling better now." "I feel great!" he told her and the two of them went back to their rooms without further conversation. Jim looked at himself in the mirror. In his mid-forties, he was not in really bad shape, and his romance with the bottle had not created too much damage. He shook his head in wonderment. From down the hall he could hear voices and knew they were talking about him. Katie was giggling and Karl laughed softly. A little while later, the sounds were unmistakable. The woman was a sexual dynamo, he told himself. Susan Raschetti worked as a sales administrator in a man's world. She liked men and shied away from some of the libby ad- vances of other career women she met. But she often tired of the condescending way some of the men talked to her. Sometimes it made for a long day, and this day had been such a one. She walked into her apartment, and picked up the mail as she poured herself a drink. Katie and Karl had invited her to a Butterfly party that evening with a new recruit. She hoped she would be up to it. But- terfly was fun, but sometimes recruiting could be a little stren- uous. She lived alone and after two divorces, looked forward to spending the rest of her life with only herself to answer to. She had met Katie and Karl at a singles party a year before when she had just completed her second divorce. She had been totally dis- illusioned and devastated. One night, she had let them give her just a little too much to drink and woke up in bed with them. It turned out to be the best therapy she could have had, and her life turned upward from that point. Since then there had been David and Frank and Dolores. And there had been the exciting encounter with Betty. The two women had excited one another at first sight and Susan had taken her home for the entire weekend - the first time she had ever gone one-on-one with a woman. They still saw one another, but mostly as a foursome with men. Katie had been the first to introduce Susan to bisexuality, but Betty had shown her the true art of Lesbian love. Susan undressed and began to draw a hot tub. Lying back on her bed, she opened her nightstand and withdrew the large vi- brating dildo and the tube of K-Y jelly from it. It had been a long week, and she needed to relax before she went out. Betty had introduced her to the luxury of a vibrator during one of their marathon sessions. As she lubricate herself and turned it on, though, her thoughts did not go to Betty, but much farther back to the summer between her sophomore and junior years in high school. She had gone to spend a month with her aunt and uncle, and her two cousins, Sandy and Tommy. Sandy was a year younger than she and Tommy a year older. Sandy was a pretty girl, just filling out, with long brown hair and a ready grin. Tommy was tall and handsome with no lack of dates. Although he was chronologically older that Susan, they were on the same grade level. Both would be seniors in the fall. It had started the second evening she was there. Her aunt and uncle had gone out to play cards with friends and the three teen-agers were left alone. Tommy had a summer job and had to get up early in the morning, so went to bed early, leaving the two girls sitting up alone. They giggled and gossiped until late, telling each other the latest events in their fledgling sex lives, among other things, and Susan got the shock of her life when her demure cousin confided that she had "gone all the way" and had loved it. Susan had wanted to hear more about Sandy's experience, but they had promised to be in bed by midnight, and they did not want Sandy's parents finding them up if they came home early. Later in the night, Susan awoke and heard strange sounds coming from Sandy's room. Her watch said it was 12:30 and she quietly got out of bed to see what was making the noise. Coming to Sandy's room, her stopped dead in her tracks as she looked in the door. Tommy was on top of his sister, his huge cock plunging in and out of Sandy's open pussy. At least, his cock seemed to Susan to be the biggest thing she had ever seen. Sandy was making little sounds as her hands pulled at Tommy's ass, urging him fur- ther and further into her. Susan watched them unseen from the darkness of the hallway, and when Tommy suddenly pulled out, her eyes widened to see him plunge his cock into Sandy's waiting mouth and knew from his shuddering body he was coming down her throat. The sight of Sandy making love to her brother excited her no end and with a little cry, she fled back to her room and plunged her hands under her nightgown to the throbbing intensity of her clitoris. As the vibrator spread the lips of her pussy, visions of Tommy's cock filled her vision. The following day she could bear it no longer and told Sandy what she had seen. At first the girl was embarrassed and then, as Susan had questioned more and more about how it had happened, what it was like and so on, she and Sandy conspired to seduce Tommy into initiating his cousin, a task they knew would not be so difficult. "I let Tommy come in my mouth so I won't get pregnant," Sandy told her. "I mean, who wants to get knocked up by their brother?" "I never... I mean, what does it taste like? Is it bitter?" "I love it. At first I was afraid, and all I could taste was my own pussy after Tommy had screwed me. But I let him anyway because he said some of the girls he had been dating did it for him and I should learn to do it for my boyfriends. So he taught me. And I taught him something, too." Susan waited breathlessly. "I taught him how to eat a girl and make her come. Tommy says that's the reason he has so many dates. He's so good at it! I just love it when he goes down on me. You'll see. I'll make him do it to you, too." That night at dinner as Tommy looked at her and smiled, her cheeks burned with embarrassment and anticipation. She felt as if her aunt and uncle knew everything that was going to happen, but they chatted banally. As soon as dinner was over, Sandy and Susan went up to Sandy's room. "Take off your bra and panties," Sandy told her as soon as they were inside with the door shut. "They'll catch us!" Susan whispered. "No, after dinner they usually go out for some dessert. Then we can get ours," she giggled as she quickly pulled down her shorts and skinned off the briefs she was wearing. Susan did the same thing and then lifted up her T-shirt to remove her bra. "You have nice tits," Sandy told her. "Tommy says he wants to suck them. You don't mind do you?" Susan didn't mind because the first thing that Tommy did when he came into the room was to kiss her deeply and then bare her breasts to lick and suck her nipples. Susan moved the wet vibrator over her nipples as she dreamed of how Tommy and then Sandy had taken turn sucking her tits. If they could only se them now, she mused. So much bigger and so much softer! She had been afraid it would hurt, even though she had pret- ty well assailed her virginity with her fingers several years before, but she had done her work well, and Tommy's cock had pushed its way into her without impediment. She came almost im- mediately and let loose a cry of anguish when he suddenly pulled out of her. "Suck him!" Sandy's voice said in her ear. "Make him come!" Tommy's cock was in front of her, and she tentatively opened her mouth. He did not wait, but placed it solidly against her lips and pushed. As Sandy had told her she would, she tasted her pussy juices as the spongy head slipped past her lips. "Run your tongue around it. He likes that!" Sandy urged. Susan tired following her cousin's directions and remembered what she had seen the girl doing the night before. She tried moving her head back and forth in a pumping motion, rubbing her tongue along the strange ridges and folds of the lovely thing in her mouth. Soon she felt Tommy's whole body begin to stiffen and she knew what was going to happen. Susan had plunged the vibrator deep into her pussy as she felt an orgasm building. The memories of that first night with Sandy and Tommy seemed to caress her in tiny, secret places and she remembered the excitement of Tommy's sperm shooting into her mouth. At first she had held it, surprised that it was not ter- rible and bitter as someone had once said it would be. It was a little salty, but the aroma filled her head with a delicious sense sexual power. As Tommy had pumped his sperm endlessly, her hands had gone to her clitoris to bring her off another time. She soon lost count of how many times Tommy came in her mouth that summer. Between Sandy and Susan, Tommy's social life languished that summer, but his sex life flourished. When they could not be alone at home, they went to a drive-in and took turns in the back seat. Once they went on a picnic and the girls took turns standing watch while Tommy fucked and sucked the other one. She remembered his cock going into her dog-style while he squeezed her tits. God! It was so good! She came in a flood, drenching her vibrator and fingers. The hot water of the bath soothed her whole body. Both Sandy and Tommy had married and moved away. She wondered if they still saw each other. She had been tempted to call Tommy several times, but thought better of it. The infrequent conversations she had with Sandy were a little confusing and hard to read. They never alluded to the summer they had, and any references to Tommy were only that he had a good job and a nice wife and family. In her mind, she called it her Butterfly Summer. Susan finished her bath and put a T.V. dinner in the micro- wave before bothering to dress. She took her Butterfly Robe from the closet and laid it out on the bed. Then she chose a jersey and pair of thin, tight pants that she knew made her ass stand out and showed her pubic hair when she stood a certain way. Her breasts sagged a little more than she would have preferred, but she still looked good without a bra. She didn't know who this guy, Jim, was, but Katie had said he was something good. She hoped so. Even with Butterfly, things had become a little too humdrum in her life.

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