What Would Steven Do? Part 4
The saga continues.
Please read Chapters 1-3. Constructive criticism welcomed!
The saga continues.
Please read Chapters 1-3. Constructive criticism welcomed!
Boy fucks his drunk Mom
I comfortes a work mate, and was rewarded
Aruni knew very little about the world. She knew what she learned up until the fourth grade, and to her, that felt like an awful lot. She knew how to spell all of the states, what a verb is, and multiplication tables. She knew how to work the DVD player, and how to jump rope to 137. But Aruni still knew very little about the world.
Aruni had thick auburn hair that shined like copper in the sun. She didn’t like the way ponytails felt, so her hair was always tussled wildly on top her head. It fell passed her shoulders curling every which way. Her father said that her hair made her lucky, and that he had learned that from a book. That made Aruni feel very proud. Aruni did not like wearing dresses and skirts. Being different made her feel very special.
Aruni was just discovering a new emotion in her chest. She felt queasy and unsteady sometimes. She might be brushing her teeth absentmindedly when her heart would start thumping wildly in her chest. She worried about that for a long time. When she asked her mum about it she said that Aruni was probably just getting too excited and that she need not worry. Aruni was falling in love, and neither she or her mother knew.
When Aruni was nine, her family moved to a new house. She liked her new room, but she missed her old friends. Summer was lonely and it was hard to make friends in a new neighborhood.
“I’m boored,” Aruni whined.
“Why don’t you ride your bike?” her mother asked.
“Because it’s hot,” Aruni complained.
“Okay,” her mother said, but it was not ten minutes later that Aruni was complaining of boredom again. So her mother sent her out of the house toting a water bottle and her helmet and forbade her from coming back inside until she met someone new. Aruni pouted until her mother was out of eyesight, then smiled. It would be so much more fun if she found someone to play with. She rode around the block, but every kid she passed looked busy; playing in the sprinklers, chasing other kids around with sticks. One was even crying while his older sister picked him up. Aruni felt really shy every time she thought about approaching anyone.
Disheartened, she set her sights for home when a cocker spaniel as black as the night and as shiny as silk darted in front of her bike. She quickly yanked her handle bars left, and her tires skidded out from under her. She tried to stand and not fall, but she hopped on one leg three times before she finally toppled backward and landed on her hands. Her face felt hot and tears of shame welded up in her eyes. She quickly tried to wipe them away. She heard laughter and looked up to see a girl her age standing over her.
“You should have seen your face!” she hollered and roared laughing again. Aruni tried to let out a small chuckle but a little squeak came out instead.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry,” the girl smiled. “Need help?” Aruni shook her head no, afraid to open her mouth. She got up and tried to wipe the dirt from her skinned palms.
“Bad dog, Yippie! No! No!” she scorned suddenly. “I was supposed to be watching him, but he ran out.”
“That dogs a he?” Aruni asked. “Why’s he wearing that bow?”
“Oh, my Momma said he don’t know any better, so I can put that bow on him if I want to,” the girl smirked. “Don’t he look pretty?”
“I guess,” Aruni held out her hand for the dog to sniff. She had never had any dogs because of her father’s allergies. The dog sniffed her hand, then licked her fresh cut. “Ouch,” Aruni yelped.
“I have a band-aid inside if you want it,” the girl said.
“No, that’s o-” then she remembered her mother’s instructions, “Actually, okay. I could use a band-aid,” she decided.
“Good, the cat behind the house just had kittens. Let’s go play with them.” The little blond grabbed the dog’s collar. “What’s your name? Mine’s Joelle.”
“It’s Aruni.”
“That’s weird. A-runi. I think I like it though,” and with that she was off leaving Aruni to follow her.
“Thank you for the band-aid,” Aruni said. She watched with jealousy as Joelle reached inside a fish bowl filled with candy. Joelle house had a funny smell to it, almost like stale bread. It felt too messy and dark for Aruni to be completely comfortable. Dishes littered the counters, and the laundry was half-folded in the dining room.
“You can have some if ya want,” Joelle shrugged and unwrapped a big lollipop. Aruni grabbed a blue one and follow Joelle out the back door.
“Where’s your parents?” she asked.
“Mom’s at work. My brother’s home though.” Joelle’s little nose wrinkled at the thought of him. “He stays in his room, so hopefully you don’t have to see him.” Joelle ran behind a white shed. Her backyard was big, and to Aruni, it looked like the best playground she had ever seen. There were two fat rabbits huddled underneath a bench to her left. Joelle had an in ground swimming pool and a trampoline. Aruni thought that Joelle would make fun of her if she saw how excited she was, so she bit her lip and followed Joelle behind the shed.
“Hey-lo! Hey!!” Joelle cooed to a cardboard box. Aruni could hear the soft high-pitched mewing. She peered over the edge and saw four kittens pushing themselves around in the box. Aruni had never seen a kitten before, but in pictures they looked cuter, she decided. These kittens were small, and their faces were smushed in. They could not stand, or see very well because they kept pushing themselves into one another.
“What’s wrong with them?” Aruni asked shyly. Joelle shrugged. She popped her red lollipop out of her mouth.
“Mama said they’re ugly cause they were just born, but one day they’ll get bigger,” she reached a finger out to pet an orange kitten on his head. Just then, a big fluffy black cat landed in the box. The cat looked defensively at Joelle, its tail swishing back and forth. “We best go, that mama looks mad,” Joelle backed away. Aruni agreed.
“So…” Aruni said while trying her best to look nonchalant. “Do you swim a lot?”
“Huh? Oh. Yeah, I mean I guess. It’s boring to swim by myself and my brother don’t like to swim too much. I guess you could swim with me if you wanted, but we’d have to wait until my mom got home. Else my brother would have to come with us.”
“Oh,” Aruni tried to hide her disappointment. She never had a swimming pool. She sucked diligently on her lollipop and looked up. “Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he came. We could just ignore him,” she said.
Joelle pushed the blonde hair away from her face. “Well, it is really hot. Come on, I got a swim suit you can put on!” She skipped back inside, Aruni giggling behind her. They ran up the wooden staircase and into Joelle’s room.
“Your room is cool,” Aruni said politely. Joelle’s room was painted dark blue. She had a bigger bed than Aruni, with a red and white striped blanket on top. Aruni sat down on the bed while Joelle dug through her closet.
“Here,” she said and threw the garment at Aruni. She held it up. It was a white one-piece bathing suit that glimmered a little in the light. The back had a heart shape cut out of it. “I got a prettier one last week anyway,”
Joelle said as she held up her purple two-piece. Hers was indeed prettier; it had purple flowers sewed onto the fabric on the top piece. The bottom was in the shape of a short skirt. “You can change in here, I’ll use the bathroom,” Joelle said and then left Aruni to change.
Aruni stripped naked and stepped into the suit, but when she pulled it up to her shoulders it was a little tight. It pulled the fabric tight between her legs. Aruni decided that it fit okay though; mostly she just didn’t feel like going home. Aruni buddle her clothes up, hiding her pink panties underneath her shirt and then stepped into the hallway just in time to see Joelle come out of the bathroom. “Let’s go get Rudy,” Joelle said.
Joelle knocked on the last door in the hallway as she pushed it open. “Rudy!” she yelled. Aruni timidly peeked around the corner and saw a tall, lanky, black-haired boy sitting at his desk. Yippie had made his way upstairs and was sitting at Rudy’s feet. His headphones were in his ears as he typed away on his computer. “Rudy!” Joelle yelled louder this time.
The boy looked annoyed, then surprised to see the two girls in the doorway. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rust colored hair, covered in freckles. He saw, but didn’t mean to see, a small mound of skin peeking out from between her legs in the bathing suit that was too small. Rudy had never seen a naked girl that wasn’t at the end of the computer screen, and he decided that he very much liked the sight. Aruni saw his eyes dancing on her skin and she felt very exposed. Her face flushed red.
Rudy pulled the earphones from his head. “What do you want?” he asked his sister.
“You have to come sit outside with us. We’re going swimming,” she said with her arms crossed.
Rudy pursed his lips and rolled his eyes. “Fine, but not for long, I’m busy.”
Joelle scoffed and stomped away, Aruni close behind. As she turned, Rudy saw the small curve of a cheek coming out of her swim suit. He rearranged his now stiffening cock, and grabbed a book to follow the girls.
“Come on, Yippie,” he said, scratching the dogs head.
“He can be such a jerk!” Joelle murmured when she thought they were safely out of ear shot. Aruni didn’t know what to say to console her new friend.
“I don’t have a brother,” she said.
“Good! Let’s hope you never do!” Joelle said frowning. She picked up a pool noodle and threw it in the water. She gave Aruni a wicked grin. “CANNONBALL!” she announced with a running start and a leap into the water. Aruni giggled.
“ME TOO!” she exclaimed and followed. Rudy had come out just in time to see the girls disappear under the water. He sat at a pool chair with his book.
Aruni had taken swimming lessons last summer. She loved being in the water. She pretended she was a fish and swam around the bottom of the pool. There was a funny feeling between her legs as she kicked and the too-small swim suit collapsed further into the folds of skin. She came up for air to see Joelle leaning against a green water noodle.
“Hmph. You a good swimmer, but I think I’m better.” She grabbed two plastic rings from the side of the pool and dropped them in the water. “Wanna race?” she grinned. The girls dived in the water. Aruni liked the feeling the fabric was giving her in her private parts and spread her legs further apart as she swam with her new friend.
Rudy tried his best to focus on the page in front of him. But every time the girls came out of the pool, he could see more of Aruni. He found himself day dreaming. Thinking about what it would look like if he pulled the fabric all the way aside. Thinking about if she had freckles everywhere on her body. He thought about if any hair she might have grown down there and wondered if it would be rust colored too.
Rudy was not usually so perverse, but he had stumbled on a website with naked girls on it last week. The thing he was most curious about was kissing a girl between her legs. Rudy still knew very little about sex though. His appetite had become inflamed as he learned more. Where he used to touch himself a few times a week, he found that he could touch himself a few times a day. Watching the girls splash around in front of him was more than he could take.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” he announced. He shuffled inside using the book to conceal his erection. Yippie followed close behind.
“Whatever,” Joelle yelled annoyedly. She quickly focused her attention back on trying to catch Aruni in a game of Marco-Polo. When the sliding door closed behind her brother, Joelle hopped in the water. “Can we take a break?” she asked.
“Yeah,” sighed Aruni. She was really enjoying the feeling of swimming around. The pressure on her privates was similar to the touching she did sometimes at night, but being in front of her friend and her dark-haired brother made her feel a new excitement she had not known before.
Joelle settled on her favorite spot in the pool. She folded her arms on the concrete and felt the familiar jet of water spraying on her vagina. Joelle knew it wouldn’t take very long for her climax and would be finished before her brother came back. She smiled and sank into the pressure innocently laying her head on her arms.
Aruni noticed her friends face was red and her breathing was heavy. She thought she must be very tired from running around the pool trying to catch her. She straddled the green noodle and floated in the water. She was feeling bold with the water hiding her bottom half and her friend looking away. She started rocking back and forth. She bargained that it would look innocent if anyone should see her. Her small pussy lips rocked back and forth and she squeezed her eyes tight, humping and pleasuring herself.
Rudy stood behind the staircase peeking at his sister with his hand slipped in his shorts. The blond hair on her head was wet and pressed to her forehead. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were red. He imagined that she might make that face if he was kissing her pussy. He imagined that maybe she was making that face because Aruni was kissing her pussy under the water. That was a new thought- that women could be together like that and it sent Rudy into a fit of ecstasy. He unzipped his pants and looked disappointingly at his still hairless crotch. His penis was hard even though he had cum twice this morning. He rubbed himself to orgasm thinking about Aruni touching his sister, kissing his sister, kissing him, kissing his sister between her legs. He imagined that he would press his penis into the pink folds that he had seen this morning of Aruni’s vagina. That he would shoot his cum there while Aruni licked his sister.
The children all masturbated, together, but alone. And none of them felt the least bit guilt of their lust. Rudy moaned and three long streams of clear cum shot out of his penis. He leaned against the wall, ignoring the wetness rolling down his hand. He took a moment to catch his breath and then looked embarrassed at the puddle he made on the hardwood floor. Yippie sniffed curiously at the liquid. His pink tongue quickly darted out for a taste, and then lapped it up eagerly. Rudy looked curiously at the dog then laughed, ignoring the small tingle in his limp penis. “You stupid dog, that’s gross!” he said. Rudy decided that it was okay though, because now he didn’t have to clean up his mess. He shrugged, zipped up his pants and went back outside to join the girls.
The children were all very tired and all for the same reason. “I think my mom might be wondering where I am,” Aruni said apologetically as she climbed out of the water and grabbed a towel ignoring Rudy’s innocent glance.
“Hey. You should ask your mamma if you can spend the night here,” Joelle said with a wicked grin. “Then we can swim some more.”
Aruni tried her best to hide her excitement. “She’ll say yes, I know she will!”
“Good,” Joelle smiled. “Um, you can go change. I’m going to keep resting,” Joelle said, her face turning pink again.
“Sure,” Aruni said, thinking her friend must be very tired. Yippie was sitting by the door, looking at Aruni as she approached it. “Do you want to go inside, puppy?” She opened the door and walked up the stairs, Yippie at her heals.
In Joelle’s room, alone in the house, Aruni felt out of place. She closed the door behind her, Yippie still following close behind. “Are you a sweet puppy?” Aruni said to the dog looking up at her happily. She reached out to scratch the dog’s ears, and the towel wrapped around her arms fell to the floor. Yippie’s tail slowly thudded up and down on the carpet. That made Aruni feel pleased. She squatted down to better give Yippie some attention.
As Aruni’s legs parted, the little dog’s nose started to open and close, taking in the new scent. He moved his head closer to the source, and pressed his black nose into Aruni’s still wet private parts. Aruni gasped. That spot between her legs was throbbing painfully from the orgasm she didn’t have. Yippie pressed his nose more frantically, butting her over again. His paws danced on the carpet from excitement. Aruni was nervous and embarrassed from the attention Yippie was giving her, and she fell backwards for the second time that day.
Yippie did not miss a beat as he followed her to the ground. Aruni knew that she should push him away, but the thought of anyone else, even this dog, touching her in her no-no spot thrilled her. She could feel his cold nose on the outer lips of her vagina that were peeking out from the white fabric. Yippie begin to whine and scratch at the floor. Aruni had never had a dog and wasn’t sure what to make of the attention she was getting. Yippie pushed his nose under the wet fabric at last and all at once a small pink tongue darted at her moist folds. Aruni pushed the dog away in fear. Her father had told her once not to play with strange dogs because they might bite her, and Aruni did not want to be bitten. She pushed the dog away gently with her foot so that she didn’t hurt Yippie’s feelings.
Aruni changed into her clothes and walked downstairs to say goodbye to her friend. She could see Joelle in the same spot that she left her. Her eyes were closed tight and her mouth was open just a little. She was facing away from her brother who paid her no attention. Aruni opened the door and Joelle jumped back, kicking away from the sidewalk.
“Jesus, you scared me!” Joelle said defensively. “Wait, lemme give you my cell phone number before you go.” Aruni was too embarrassed to admit that she didn’t have a cell phone, so she tried to hide her jealousy. Aruni rode her bike home, Joelle’s number in on a post-it in hand.
“Why is your hair wet, Aruni?!” her mom exclaimed worriedly. Aruni told her the story of her cool new friend. She highlighted the cute animals, the trampoline and the pool and left out the part about Yippie almost biting her no-no spot. Her mother wrinkled her brow.
“It makes me nervous for you to be there without any adults, Aruni,” her mother said.
“Mooom! It’s fine! Her brother was watching us and he’s very responsive!” Aruni whined. Her mother cracked a smile.
“Do you mean responsible? I sure hope he’s responsive!” she laughed, but Aruni didn’t understand the joke. “You can spend the night tonight, but I’ll drive you over there so I can meet her mother.”
Aruni told her mom thank you and ran to pack her bag. She was very excited to spend time with her new friend.
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“You never got to feel my breasts Michael. Do you want to now?” She asked.
When I was 35, I lived right on Venice Beach in Los Angeles, overlooking Muscle Beach and the White Men Can’t Jump basketball courts. My neighborhood was a frequent location for movies, and for television shows like Baywatch. Despite the frenetic and bizarre activity going on all along the tourist-filled boardwalk, depression and social withdrawal had made me very reclusive. When the money ran low and I had to get out of my cave to find a job, I found one at a small bar in a hotel just a few blocks away in Marina del Rey, the legendary singles locale in LA ever since it was created from wetlands a generation earlier. The “World’s Largest Man-made Yacht Marina” boasted 10,000 boats, thousands of inexpensively-made but expensively-priced apartments, dozens of restaurants and countless bars that all served as meeting places for horny singles, and more than a few horny marrieds.
Bartending might seem an unlikely occupation for a reclusive, withdrawn depression-sufferer. But the clarity of the roles made it easier for me: I pour/you drink, I flirt/you tip. The difficult interactions with complete strangers were made easier by the presence of the long mahogany barrier that existed between me and the customers. The customers came and went at fairly predictable intervals, none lingering too long, and I could keep up with the best of them in repartee, banter and travel experience. And a big factor in choosing a singles bar in which to work was that I was horny, very horny. It had been months since anything but my own hands and a favorite toy had touched me anywhere interesting. My mouth was so hungry for cock or pussy that I started salivating every time I thought about what I would desperately like it to be doing later.
On this Friday night the hotel in which the bar was located was filled with a small convention of retail store managers, and many of them drifted in before or after dinner with their colleagues. Now all that remained were a half dozen “locals” who were trying to figure out the new bartender—a fairly attractive blonde in a red faux-leather mini-skirt and a long-sleeved white blouse that was so sheer that her prominent nipples poked through with nearly every move I made. What was not obvious was that I was wearing nothing at all under the miniskirt, something that one would only discover by groping me inappropriately—and I was hoping desperately to be groped inappropriately.
One of the locals, a cute, little dirty-blonde named Debbie, was perplexed. She proudly announced that she had blown every bartender who’d ever worked at the bar—right there behind the bar. Her companion for the evening, a charming but hard-drinking pilot named Al, who made one want to avoid his airline, was egging her on, saying she had to do it. And I was offering neither resistance nor encouragement to help her dilemma, an expressionless half-smile that added to her confusion. Four other locals were weighing in on the topic: out of work actor Tony, who seemed to be attached to the lovely, young, redheaded sometime-hooker Katie; and boat builder Darren, who was hovering around the buxom, brunette Sandy, who seemed to be the most reserved of the group.
I was pretty sure that I would have sex with any one of them—hell, maybe with all of them at once—if they’d approached me in the right way, but I was less than a week into the new job and didn’t want to jeopardize it by hooking up with anyone too obviously or too soon. I was horny, but I was also trying to be a little bit practical.
I was at the other end of the bar, near the wide entrance from the hotel lobby, when my attention was first diverted, then riveted, by the sight of a tall brunette walking toward the bar, backlit so that the only view was of long legs, and long, dark hair gone slightly wild. The woman stopped at the entrance and turned around as though looking for companions in the lobby. My jaw dropped and I stopped working as I saw that the woman was not only tall and slim, but also wore exceptionally tight designer jeans wrapped snugly around a magnificently shaped ass that made the curve from thighs to hip to waist a downright erotic experience.My God, she just has to come in here. What can I do?
“Um, excuse me, Miss, can I help you?” I called to her. She turned toward the bar again and suddenly materialized in front of me. I have no memory of how she got there. All I knew was that I was facing a beautiful, wild, green-eyed sexual animal who was making me warm and wet and nervous and excited. As usual, the most obvious reactions came from my now-extremely-erect nipples, whose full shape could be seen through the translucent material of my blouse. I had to say something. What?
“Hi, I’m Gay,” I said as I held out my right hand. She took it, shook it and held it gently for a moment too long, sending electric charges up my arm and into all the parts of me that were already racing in fifth gear.
“You’re gay?” she asked as she cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow in inquiry.
That I was bisexual was not in doubt, but it was always a spur of the moment thing usually fueled by a few too many drinks and a proposition I couldn’t refuse. I didn’t have enough confidence in my gaydar to ever initiate an encounter, just to make myself very, very available. I wanted to scream, I’m queer as a three-dollar bill and I want to you to fuck me right here, right now! Instead, I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and said with what I hoped was a warm, inviting smile:
“My name is Gay, and you are?”
“Sonia. I’m Sonia.” She drew out the first syllable and her pursed lips looked invitingly kissable.
“Well, Sonia-with-a-long-sexy-O, what can I get you?” I wanted to tell her that I was the best thing on the menu, that she could get a to-go order.
“Coke would be nice.”
“I don’t think that’s been on the menu here since the ‘80s,” I replied, hoping I could coax a smile from that beautiful, intense face.
“Coca-Cola will be fine,” she said, smiling broadly with the mouth I wanted to kiss me, her green eyes twinkling with delight.
“Nothing stronger?” I wanted her drunk so that maybe she would think me worthy of her obvious sexual energy.
“No, afraid not. That’s off-limits for me.”
“Good that you know that. The only difficult part of this job is dealing with people who shouldn’t be drinking. It makes me sad.” I drew her Coke into the finest tall crystal glass I could find, added a splash of Rose’s Lime Juice and garnished it with a section of lime. I wanted to dip a nipple into it, offer her a taste and ask her if I could pour—pour it all over me!
“That’s on the house.” And so am I!
“You treat all the hotel guests that way?” Oh my God she is staying here! I want desperately to be her midnight snack, her room service, her breakfast in bed.
“Only the special ones, and Sonia, you are one of the very special ones.” Oh shit, I hope I didn’t overdo it. I wish the hell I knew what I was doing. I’m a nervous wreck. I’ve got to do something. We’ve been staring into one another’s eyes for the seconds, minutes, hours or however long it had been since she sat down at my bar.
“I think I’ll put on some CDs and maybe those folks’ll start dancing, and maybe even leave.” I nodded toward the half-dozen people closely huddled at the other end of the bar.
The music came up and, sure enough, the three couples at the other end of the bar ambled out onto the dance floor.
“So, do those sell a lot of drinks?” What the hell was she saying? Oh, I see, she’s staring at my nipples. Oh god, they give me away very time. Maybe that’s good. Oh shit, maybe it isn’t.
“I don’t know about selling drinks, but they seem to attract tips pretty well.” I wanted to raise my hand high and jump up and down like a school kid with the answer, to yell, Choose me, choose me!
“Are they always that long?” Oh God, she’s talking about my nipples, my best feature, my best friends!
“Um, well, they’re always kinda poky, but they’re appear to have some extra incentive just now.” She smiled again! A beautiful smile that lit up her face and mischievous green eyes, a face framed by that long brown hair. A few strands, wildly out of place, ran across her forehead and down her smooth cheeks before settling into a contrast with the denim off-white shirt that was unbuttoned halfway down her chest. Because the fabric was so thick, very little showed, but it was obvious that her breasts were large and low slung—which meant they were real—I love real boobs!
“Can I see them?” She wants to see them! See them? Hell, she can suck on them until sunrise! But I can’t just take off my blouse with other customers here, even if they are sexually liberated. What to do?
“Why don’t we dance?” My suggestion took me by surprise, and her, too, but she broke into a grin and stood. I came out from behind the bar undoing buttons and when we met to figure out who would lead, I pulled my blouse open and fell against her chest. Until this point I didn’t know she was wearing cowboy boots—hell, I didn’t even know she had feet; she just moved from the entrance to my bar as an apparition, an animal on the prowl. Oh, I hope so much she’s an animal on the prowl for me. With me in cute little sport-shoe sandals, she was at least four inches taller and her large, low slung breasts met my little nipple holders as we embraced.
“Now, open your blouse, too.” My voice was noticeably husky even to me as I stared into her eyes and dared her to reciprocate.
“In public, right here? They’re a little floppy, ya know. If you spin me, someone could get hurt.” I laughed and our eyes met again and I did it, I actually did it. I started to unbutton her blouse as we swayed to the sweet, soft music, hardly dancing, just bringing our bodies together.
“Well, if they look like they’re getting out of control, I’ll just have to grab ‘em.” She laughed at that, tossing her head back, her wild brown hair flying. She’s playing with me; oh my God, I want her to play with me in so many ways.
When I had her shirt unbuttoned, I pulled it open and held her close, and we both looked down to check one another out. My little 34Bs with the pencil-eraser nipples, her large 34Cs with big, smooth areolas that I wanted to touch and kiss and lick, succulent little buttons at the center of each that made my mouth water.
I have no idea whatsoever how long we clung to one another, but I do know that our hands explored as much as they could reach while we embraced breast to breast, our open blouses keeping our nakedness at least somewhat private between us. I do know that she wore no panties at all and I know she now knew that I wore none under my mini skirt. The music ended and we each buttoned one strategic button mid-torso and returned to our places—me behind the bar, she in her seat in front of me. I buttoned a few more buttons and went to the other end of the bar to refresh the drink of the half-dozen remaining customers.
When I returned to Sonia, she asked:
“Got any bar snacks?”
“Oh, sure, Sonia. Sorry.” Filling a clean bowl with the dry, salty snacks, I put it in front of her. I loved saying her name, a name I now associated with wild animal sexuality.
“I was thinking something less dry, maybe even wet.” She arched an eyebrow impishly. I blushed. I flushed. I gushed. I was completely kerfluffled.
“Hop up on the bar and sit facing me,” she said, not asking but not exactly commanding either, just stating the obvious. Oh my god, she wants me! Without giving it a second thought, I jumped up on the bar and slid forward, my legs dangling over her side of the bar. I spread my legs and presented her with a full view of a naked dripping-wet pink pussy. I was so glad I had shaved before coming to work. I braced myself with one hand on the bar, and used the other to play with her long, wild, brown hair, to touch her neck, her cheek, her chin, her lips. She moved slowly, tantalizingly forward, planting random kisses on either of my inner thighs. She was an inch from my wet sex and I knew that at any moment her tongue would find my slit.
Instead she moved her head up my body and boldly suckled on my erect nipples, sending jolts of electricity to my already wet pussy. How could she possibly know that my nipples are my best features, my best friends; that they are so sensitive that I can sometimes come when they are licked and sucked? She licked and sucked and nibbled my sensitive buds to a rosy redness, and finally I managed to huskily whisper:
“I’ll give you a half-hour to cut that out.”
She had another idea, and it wasn’t a bad one at all. Her mouth dove back down toward my dripping pussy and hovered in front of it as though waiting a tantalizing moment before attacking.
But she teased me again, using a hand to move lightly just across the tips of my inflamed outer lips and using her breath to stimulate my hypersensitive sex. I bucked up against her, but she eluded my thrusts, until finally she touched me with her tongue, lightly, just tickling me. Fingers found my lips and gently began to pry them apart, then her tongue began to lap up the juices I was secreting as she swirled her tongue all around my clit, time after time. I was on fire. I was wet; no, I was literally dripping wet, sitting in a pool of my own juices. With those first few touches I was already near orgasm, so excited was I by this woman who had so completely overwhelmed me. I was completely, but delightfully, out of control.
“Fuck me, Sonia,” I pleaded, unnecessarily, for she had just thrust two fingers into me and was further energizing me by moving them in and out rhythmically. Her thumb circled the o-ring of my anus teasingly and her tongue eagerly lapped up every bit of juice I produced. She traced lines on either side of my swollen clit, daring it to grow more, to emerge from its hooded hiding place. She sucked on my pussy lips and pulled them apart.
My free hand found one of my nipples, and twisted it and pulled it and pinched it to the limits of its tolerance. Miraculously, Sonia used her free hand to treat the other nipple identically. How could she know so much about my body? In one sense there was a mind-boggling jumble of activity all aimed at producing a giant orgasm that I could already feel beginning in my extremities and moving toward my center. In another sense I could feel every single thing that was happening to me, and I wanted to scream…or laugh…or cry…or erupt in the most amazing orgasm of my life.
Sensing how close I was, Sonia accelerated her manual fucking, and thrust her face against my sex; her face must be covered with my juice. At last her tongue made direct contact with my clit and my climax burst forth from deep within, convulsion after convulsion completely absorbing my every nerve ending. I put a hand in my mouth and bit it to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs. My body had turned dark pink in one giant blush, or flush. And my sex creamed Sonia’s face with a gushing of my love juices. The waves continued and she seemed determined that her tongue feel every undulation. Thoroughly sated at last, I fell back onto the top of the bar.
As I began to regain my bearings and opened one eye to try to recall where I was, Sonia grabbed my face and pulled me back up to her. We exchanged a long, slow, wet kiss. When I tasted myself on her mouth, I expanded my licks and kisses to the rest of her come-covered face. At last, fully realizing where I was, I looked around, and the six patrons of the bar broke into applause. And I broke into an even darker blush.
“Oh, shit,” was my eloquent response. Then, I thought, the hell with them and I looked into Sonia’s eyes and said, “Thank you, Sonia. Thank you so much.” And gave her a tongue kiss that pleaded for more.
“Thank you, Gay, for the nice bar snack,” Sonia replied. “You’re so sweet I could just eat you up.”
“I think you just did,” I smiled.
The first of the spectators to speak was Debbie. “I’m glad I didn’t try it. I never, ever could have done that as well as Sonia did.” She looked a little disappointed, so I winked at her to let her know that I might let her try.
“Oh my God, it must be closing time,” I said as reality began to intrude on my reverie.
“Well past,” Debbie told me. “We’ve closed up the bar; you just need to drop your money. We’ve done this before for bartenders whose minds—and, um, other things—were elsewhere.”
I turned to Sonia with a boldness I rarely felt and said, “I’m hungry.”
“For what?” she asked coyly, batting her long eyelashes.
“For you! Your place or mine?”
“My place is right around the corner—103.”
I grabbed the money in the till, put it in a bag and dropped it into the safe without counting it. I came around the bar, grabbed Sonia by the hand and we strode out of the bar, destination very clear in both our minds. Within a half-dozen steps, we’d released hands and each fondled the other’s closest butt cheek as we continued our short walk to what we knew would be even greater sexual adventures.
Even through my lust-stoked sexual haze, I realized that I was going to love this bartending gig.
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After a while she relaxed some so I suggested we get in the back seat as the steering wheel was gouging me in the ribs. We moved the seats forward to make more room in the back, climbed over the seat backs and settled into more comfortable positions in the back. I asked her if it would be all right to kiss her breasts and she said she thought she would like that. Lifting her blouse, I started sucking on one nipple while massaging her other breast. Sarah was saying little things, almost under her breath, like “Does it feel good?” “Yes!” “What am I feeling?” “Warm!” “Do I like him?” “Yes!” “Do I want him to go further?” “I think so!” and things like that. So I asked her to lay down on the seat while I knelt on the floor and continued tonguing her nipple but now let one hand roam down to her leg and slowly inch up the inside of her thigh. She almost sat up when my hand reached her panties and she started to push my hand away, but then lay back down and pulled her blouse up so I could continue my love making there.
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Did Leah’s running commentary during our first demonstration suggest to Sarah that such was a part of love making? If so, it surely made it easier for me as she verbally guided many of my movements. By now she was no longer whispering but was telling me in no uncertain terms that she wanted more, and faster, and a little more pressure. I became concerned that she was going to climax without my entering her, so I pulled my hands back to unzip my jeans and told her that it was time for me to come in. She scooted up on the seat to make some room for me and I lifted the crotch of her panties aside and slid in to home base. I was pretty sure that after being raped by her daddy so often that she knew what to expect, so I didn’t wait for any comments from her but set up a slow even stroke, in and out to my full length. She did say immediately that I was a little bigger than her daddy was and that felt real good. Then she started urging me to do it harder.
I had to put one leg back on the floor, to get enough leverage to pound into her hard, and she put one leg up over my shoulder, either to get it out of the way or because that gave her a better position. I think it must have been a good position because before too long she put her other leg over my other shoulder, leaving me lots of room to really fuck her good. It wasn’t long before I came in a big spurt, filling her cunt full. As I stopped moving, she said “I’m not ready to quit yet, keep going!” I was able to do that only for a minute or two, but my prick quickly became flaccid and finally just fell out of her. Knowing how important this was for her, I then put my mouth to her pussy and licked her clitoris as fast and hard as I could. She had been near a climax so it didn’t take long for her to have an orgasm. She then thanked me, saying that this was an experience that she hadn’t had as a school girl and that maybe it would really help her to become a true wife to Jefferson.
We adjusted our clothes, climbed back into the front seat and started for home. I pulled her over close and cuddled her a bit and nibbled on her ear to show that I had really enjoyed the night and felt close to her. She told me that she had heard other girls talk about giving head in the car, but didn’t quite know how to do it and could she try it with me. Without waiting for an answer, she unzipped my pants, pulled my limp dong out and covered it with her mouth. I had to slide the seat back to give her some room and told her that it was too soon after we had made love for me to respond. Nevertheless, she continued and damned if my prick didn’t start swelling. I slowed down so we wouldn’t get back to her house too soon, let my seat back tilt back some more, and just let myself enjoy it. I suggested a little more back and forth motion and using her tongue to lick the end of the penis and she responded like a pro. Just before we pulled into her driveway, I exploded, filling her mouth as I had her vagina less than half an hour earlier. She gulped every bit of it and proceeded to lick my dick clean, swallowing all of that too. Two kids in high school couldn’t have had a better time than we had that night.
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