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Shane Tyler

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It was almost 8PM on February 14th when there was a knock on Henry Smith’s door. He was on his couch, eating pizza and watching BOOGIE NIGHTS, just as he had every year for the last five years on Valentine’s Day.

He wasn’t expecting anyone; Henry rarely had visitors and they never came over unannounced. He just wasn’t that kind of kind guy and neither were any of his friends.

He wondered who it was. A neighbor, maybe, looking to borrow some eggs? Or someone with the wrong condo? Either way he wasn’t real interested in answering the door. He’d rather just stay here on the couch and pretend like he wasn’t home.

Then the knocking started again, more insistently this time, like the person on the other side of the door knew he was home. After another moment of hesitation Henry decided to be civil and see who was there. He paused the movie, climbed up off the couch and headed over to the door.

He opened it without bothering to look through the peephole, and standing there, much to his surprise (which he was careful to keep off his face) was Jenny Stevenson. She was dressed in a sleeveless white tee shirt that covered her legs nearly down to her knees. But not even the loose-fitting clothes could mask her rocking body; she could make painter’s overalls look good. And the lack of a bra didn’t hurt her cause either. Her long black hair was mussed and she was wearing very little makeup, both of which suited her just fine.

“Hey there,” she said.

“What’s up?” Henry said, playing it cool despite the butterflies in his stomach. They hadn’t done more than briefly exchange pleasantries since their crazy New Year’s Eve and he’d convinced himself that it had been just a one-night stand, never to be repeated again. Now he wasn’t so sure. But he didn’t want to jump to any conclusions and he certainly didn’t allow his hopes to get too high.

“Not much,” Jenny replied. “I was just hanging out by myself tonight and figured you would be too, you know, based on your aversion to holidays.”

“Well, you guessed right.”

“So . . . are you going to invite me in?”

“Sure,” he said. “Come on in.”

Henry held the door open and Jenny walked past him. He watched her as he closed the door, slightly saddened to see that her ass was covered up by the T-shirt. At least her shapely legs were a nice consolation prize. She sat down on the lounge chair and folded her legs beneath her, revealing nothing but panties beneath her T-shirt.

“You want something to drink?” he asked. “A beer? Some wine?”

“No thanks,” she said. “I want to see how things go when we’re sober.”

Before Henry had a chance to contemplate the meaning of this, Jenny had moved on.

 “Boogie Nights, huh?” she said, glancing towards the television. “Are you a P.T. Anderson fan?”


“Me too. You ever see There Will Be Blood?”

“Only ten times,” Henry said as he sat down on the couch across from her. “It’s one of my 2 favorite movies of all-time.”

“And the other one?”

“No Country For Old Men.”

“Ahh, the Coen Brothers. Good stuff, good stuff. I had no idea you had such good taste in movies. I should have known, though. You have good taste in everything.”

Henry laughed softly. “Like you’d know.”

“I know you have good taste in music,” Jenny said.

“How do you know that?”

“You were listening to The Mars Volta on New Year’s Eve.”

“You remember that?”

She tilted her head and flashed him a little smirk. “I remember everything about that night.”


“Everything,” she said, raising her eyebrows a couple of times.

Henry wasn’t sure what to make of this but he supposed it was a good thing. After all, if she had remembered everything and was coming back for more, that certainly couldn’t be bad.

“But, back to your tastes,” she said. “We’ve got movies and music out the way—two of the most important ones, the way I see it—but it doesn’t stop there. I can see you have good taste in pizza. Round Table is my favorite. You have good taste in beer. Blue Moon on New Years. And wine too; I can see Silver Oak in your kitchen. And you certainly have good taste in women.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Henry said, laughing softly. “I’ve had some pretty shitty relationships in the past.”

“I’m not talking about your past relationships. I’m talking about your present one.”

“With who?”

“Who do you think?” Jenny said.


“No, the other girl in your living room.”

“You call fucking two months ago and then not talking to each until right now a relationship?”

“According to the strict definition, yes,” Jenny said. “Of course, it’s not a traditional relationship, but I was led to believe you weren’t a traditional type of guy.”

“Fair enough,” Henry said. “So what kind of a relationship is it?”

“The best kind,” she replied. “One where neither party has any commitment to the other. One where there’s no emotions involved, no messiness, no stupid shit. One that entails getting together every once in a while and fucking our brains out in crazy, filthy, animalistic ways, sometimes drunk, sometimes sober, sometimes high, depending on the day.”

Henry looked at her for a moment. He had to admit, it sounded like the perfect setup. He certainly didn’t have any desire to be in a “normal” relationship; he just didn’t think he’d ever find himself in one like Jenny was spelling out.

“And that’s the kind of relationship you’re looking for?” he asked.

“I’m sure as hell not looking for love,” Jenny said. “Are you?”

“Not at all.”

“Then what do you say? Do you think you can handle just having meaningless, casual, incredibly nasty sex with me on a semi-regular basis without any threat of a deep emotional connection?”

Henry pretended to think about it for a moment. “I think I could probably handle something like that.”

Smiling, Jenny climbed up off the chair and started towards him. “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he said, looking up at her as she stopped right in front of him.

“Good,” Jenny said. “Because I’m horny as hell.” She dropped to her knees and pushed his legs open and leaned in towards him and started undoing the button on his pants. Looking up at him with mock-innocence from down between his legs, she said, “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not at all,” Henry said, lifting his butt up off the couch so she could slip the pants off his legs. His dick was already starting to get hard. It wasn’t quite standing at attention yet but it was getting there.

“Now that’s the Henry Stevenson I remember from New Year’s Eve,” Jenny said, taking Henry’s cock in her hand and stroking it. “Such a nice big cock. Do you still remember what to do with it?”

“Oh, I think I can figure it out.”

Jenny laughed. “I’m sure you can.” She wrapped her lips around his cock and took it halfway down before popping it back out again. “With something this beautiful, I’m sure you’ve had lots of practice.”

 She went back to work on his cock, mixing it up like a pro, sucking on the tip while jerking him off, playing with his balls, and taking it nearly all the way down her throat while maintaining eye contact the entire time. It was an incredibly sloppy blowjob, with tons of spit; Jenny obviously knew what she was doing down there.

After a couple minutes of blowing him, Jenny leaned back and pulled her shirt off, revealing her perfect, perky tits. She took his cock and pressed it up against her chest, between her breasts, and proceeding to bounce on it, the saliva leftover from her blow job acting as a lubricant. Not quite a titty-fuck but it had the same effect. She was totally into it, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her eyes locked directly on his.

Henry wasn’t sure if it was the look of pure intensity Jenny was giving him or simply the physical sensation of what she was doing to him, but it was getting him way too excited for his own good. He needed to find a way to give himself a little break.

He grabbed ahold of her hair and lifted her head up off his cock, leaned forward, and locked his mouth onto hers. She enthusiastically kissed him back, and soon they were exploring each other’s mouths with sloppy intensity.

Henry grabbed ahold of Jenny’s left breast and gave it a squeeze, then ran his hand down her flat stomach and started rubbing her pussy through her panties.

He marveled at how quickly Jenny’s panties soaked through. Ten seconds, maybe less, and they were completely drenched. It was becoming readily apparent to him that this girl truly was a freak. A sex machine. And for some reason she had chosen him to be her little playmate. He decided that he had to do everything in his power to make her happy. Pull out all the stops. Make sure he satisfied her enough to keep her coming back.

Henry grabbed her by the legs, picked her up, spun her around, and dropped her on the couch, facing him. He then dropped to his knees, slipped her panties off, spread her legs, and started eating her pussy. Jenny let out a surprised little squeal which quickly turned into a giggle and then into a moan of pleasure as Henry started going at it more aggressively.

He grabbed her legs and threw them back towards her, lifting her hips up a bit to give himself a little more leverage. Jenny, experienced slut that she was, hooked her arms around the back of her knees, holding them in place up by her head.

Henry started off slowly, licking around the outside of her pussy lips, teasing her, tempting her, taunting her. After getting her nice and wet he started in on the pussy proper, lapping at her inner sweetness by running his tongue up and down the length of her snatch, penetrating it only slightly at first, then more deeply, flicking his tongue in and out, back and forth, licking and sucking and burying his face inside her, constantly moving, mixing things up, keeping her on her toes.

Every once in a while he’d venture a glance up the length of her perfect body to see her face in various stages of enjoyment; sometimes eyes closed, sometimes head thrown back, sometimes squeezing or sucking her own nipples. One time he even noticed her right hand was around her throat and her face was red from choking herself.

Henry filed this little nugget away for later and went back to work, moving his tongue up to suck on her clit and sliding two fingers inside her pussy. He curled his fingers and started rubbing them back and forth, sticking them further and further inside her until he found the rough, pebbly surface of her G-spot.

Jenny gasped and her eyes shot open. A look of pleasant surprise flashed across her face, and she appeared to briefly view Henry in a new light, but her face quickly turned into a mask of intense pleasure as the purely physical sensation overwhelmed her senses.

“Right there,” she said, her voice a deep, breathy whisper. “Right fucking there.”

Henry went after her G-spot with enthusiasm, applying more and more pressure to it as he rubbed his fingers back and forth inside her as quickly as he could. His cock was still sticking straight up; it was just as hard as it had been while Jenny was sucking on it. Something about getting a girl off excited him just as much as a girl getting him off. It had always been that way for him.

Jenny’s pussy was gushing now and she was bucking back against his hand with her whole body, allowing him deeper penetration into her pussy. But the angle was starting to burn in his forearm, causing him to slow the pace just a bit.

“Don’t stop,” she growled at him. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Smiling, Henry slid a third finger insider her, eliciting another gasp and more frenzied bucking from Jenny.

“You like that, huh?” he said, climbing up alongside her to release some of the pressure on his wrist and allowing him to go after her with even more force. “You like my fingers inside you?”

Jenny nodded. Her eyes were wide and her face was flushed and her breath was growing ever more rapid as she rose towards orgasm.

“Tell me how much you like it,” Henry said, gently taunting her, relishing the power he had over her.

“I fucking love it,” Jenny said. She was barely able to get the words out she was so worked up.

His smile growing wider, Henry slammed his fingers into her a few more times, until she was right on the verge of cumming. Then he gave her one final thrust of his fingers and held them there, deep inside her, filling up her pussy, pushing his fingers up against her as she squeezed her muscles against them.

Jenny’s body started to shake and a low moan escaped from her throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried as her body tensed, her pussy squeezing even tighter against his fingers for just a moment before releasing a flood of juices that ran over his hand and started down his arm.

Henry immediately started to go back to work on her with his fingers but Jenny grabbed his arm and pulled it out of her. With her hand wrapped around his wrist, she brought his hand up to her face and stuck his fingers in her mouth. Her other hand ventured down to his cock and started slowly stroking it.

“Enough of the foreplay,” she said after licking his fingers clean of her juices. “I want you to fuck me with that fat cock of yours.”

“Are you sure?” he said. “Because I can do this all night long.”

“Maybe some other time. Right now I need you inside of me.”

“If you insist,” Henry said. He threw her legs open and slid in between them. With his cock in hand, he guided it towards her snatch, pausing one last time to tease her for just a moment by slapping it against her pussy lips a couple of times before sticking it in.

Jenny’s pussy was still soaking wet from before, allowing Henry’s cock to slide in with ease despite its size. She let out a long breath as he entered her, followed by a low moan of pleasure.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she said, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck and pulling his head down towards hers until their faces were mere inches apart. “I love having your cock inside me.”

They stayed like that for a little while, face-to-face, staring into each others eyes while Henry fucked her with long, slow strokes. Then they started to kiss, slowly and passionately at first, their tongues moving in each others mouths, exploring and tasting each other in ways they hadn’t done so yet, in ways that fucking each other didn’t allow.

In many ways, kissing was more intimate than having sex, and for Henry it was just as exciting, if not more so. He’d often found that making out and moving slowly against his partner was the surest way to arriving at orgasm more quickly than he wanted to. He’d learned that in order to last longer, he needed to fuck faster, harder, more aggressively. If things continued in the direction they were going he wouldn’t have much time until he was going to explode. And he didn’t want that. Not yet.

So he pulled his mouth away from Jenny’s and leaned back and slid up onto his knees. He grabbed ahold of her legs and threw them up over his shoulders and started to pound away, his hips slamming down into her, his cock filling up her pussy, his balls slapping up against her asshole as he hammered away at her.

“Right there, right fucking there,” Jenny said, her voice higher-pitched than usual and trembling with pleasure. “Pound me with that big fucking cock. Pound me!”

Henry loved hearing Jenny talk dirty as he fucked her; loved it a little too much, in fact. Hearing her begging to get fucked was bringing him ever closer to orgasm, which was exactly what he was trying to avoid. But he wasn’t going to tell her to stop talking, no way in hell. So he decided he’d just have to get even more aggressive with her.

He yanked her legs down from around his shoulders and pushed them back and down towards her so her knees were pressed onto the couch, one on each side of her body, essentially folding her in half. Holding Jenny’s legs in place, his body well above hers, Henry once again went to work, slamming into her with everything he had, his body working like a furious jackhammer, intent on only thing; fucking her into oblivion.

And it seemed to be working.

Jenny’s face was a mask of pleasure, eyes rolling around and full of ecstasy, face red with exertion, mouth closed tight against a scream. Her hands were above her head, holding on to the edge of the couch for dear life, fingers gripping the material tightly enough to leave marks.

Henry let go of one of her legs and went to work on her breast, squeezing and groping and slapping it as he fucked her, getting Jenny even more excited. Her hand flew down to her clit and started furiously rubbing away while her moans  and grunts grew louder and more insistent, practically animalistic.

Henry was totally into the moment, enjoying himself immensely, but still he wanted more. He wanted to push the envelope, see if he could take things are far as he thought he could, as far, indeed, as he thought Jenny wanted him to go. From what he’d seen of her so far, she would have no problem with anything he did, and he was pretty sure she wasn’t anywhere near her limits yet. And he got the distinct feeling that she was looking for him to push her.

He decided to test his theory.

Remembering Jenny’s hand around her own throat earlier, Henry released his hold on her breast and slid his right hand up her chest and towards her neck.

He gripped it softly at first, just to see how she’d react.

Henry was excited to see it was with a smile and a nasty little gleam in her eye. He squeezed a little harder. Her smile grew a little wider. This got him a little more excited, something he’d not thought possible. Time to turn things up a notch.

Henry shifted positions to give himself a better angle, adjusting so he was lying sideways on the couch with Jenny alongside him, lying mostly on her back. Henry was partially on top of her, partially to her side. Jenny’s left leg was pressed up against her body, his arm hooked around the back of it, pushing her knee up against her left breast. His right hand was gripping a fistful of her hair and his left hand was wrapped around her throat, choking her while he was fucking her.

Their faces were inches apart and they were staring at each other, eyes locked together. Jenny was totally into it, her eyes wide with intense pleasure, her breathing labored, her face flushed.

Still fucking her with everything he had, Henry tightened his grasp on her throat, not enough to hurt her but enough to severely constrict her flow of breath. Her face reddened further and her mouth opened and closed a few times as though searching for oxygen. Her eyelids started fluttering softly.

He choked her for another couple of seconds, taking her closer to the edge of passing out before letting go of her throat.

Jenny gulped in gasping breaths, her eyes wide now, the color coming back to her face in a rush. Once she’d regained her breath, she started bucking against him harder than before, obviously turned on by the experience.

She grabbed ahold of Henry’s hair and pulled his head down towards her. Then she craned her neck and stuck her tongue in his mouth and started aggressively exploring it. A few seconds later she yanked his head back and relaxed her hold on his mouth. She pressed her forehead against his and stared directly into his eyes from mere centimeters away.

“Do it again,” she said, her voice pleading with need. “Please do it again.”

Smiling at her, taunting her again, he said, “You like that do you? You like my hand around your throat while I fuck you?”

“I love it,” Jenny said. “I fucking love it. Do it again. Please?”

So Henry obliged, once again gripping her hair with one hand and her throat with the other. He hammered his cock into her pussy, tightening his grip on her throat with every thrust as she slammed her body back into his.

Just like before, he took Jenny right to the edge of passing out before releasing her throat. She gasped for breath, smiling and laughing the entire time, her excitement palpable, infecting him with desire. Henry pulled his cock out of her to give himself a little break. No need for it to get too excited. He was having too much fun to end this session anytime soon.

“You’re quite a little slut, aren’t you?” he said.

“Not a little one,” Jenny replied, grinning ferociously. “I’m a huge fucking slut.”

“Well then, Miss huge fucking slut. What else do you like?”

“I like it all,” she said. “Whatever you can think of.”


“Anything,” she said, moving her hand down to grab ahold of his throbbing cock. “The nastier the better.”

“Is that right?”

Jenny bit her bottom lip and nodded, her eyes wide and gleaming with exhilaration.

Henry decided to see if she meant it.

He reared back and smacked her in the cheek, not very hard, but not gently either.

Her eyes lit up even further.

“Oh, you like that too, huh?” he said, his smile growing bigger.

Jenny flashed an evil grin and nodded.

So Henry smacked her again, a little harder this time. Her grin grew wider and she started breathing harder. Her hands flashed down to her tits and she started groping herself, squeezing and slapping and pinching her own nipples.

He smacked her again, and again and again, growing more excited at her rising enthusiasm, as though they were functions of each other. With every smack she moaned a little louder, a little more intensely. She had now taken to working her clit with one hand, aggressively rubbing it as he slapped her. She seemed totally lost, her eyes glazed over and her body quivering.

As usual, her excitement served to fuel his lust even more than fucking her had. He just couldn’t take it anymore. His cock was so hard it was painful, threatening to burst from its skin. It was time to finish her off. Or, more accurately, himself. At least for the time being.

Henry grabbed a handful of Jenny’s hair and stood up, lifting her up with him. He spun her around and threw her face-first onto the couch, then grabbed ahold of her legs and pulled her onto her knees so her ass was up in the air, waiting for him, beckoning, the perfect height for him to fuck her while standing.

He sidled up to her and slid his cock into her pussy, penetrating her from behind. Without so much as a pause for breath he started slamming into her, long and deep and fast, his hands around her hips for balance.

Jenny got into it too, bouncing her ass back into his hips with every thrust, allowing him to penetrate her deeper than he would have been able to on his own.

“Oh my god,” she said. “That feels so fucking good.”

“You like that, do you?” Henry said. “You like it when I fuck you from behind?”

“I love it,” she said, her voice nearly cracking. “I love it your cock inside me. Don’t stop fucking me, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

As it had all night, Jenny’s talking fueled Henry’s excitement ever further. He  reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head up towards his while still fucking her at a frenetic pace. He wrapped one hand around her throat and held her in place while letting the other arm slip down and grab ahold of her breast. Squeezing tight with both hands, he continued fucking her with everything he had, their bodies slamming up against each other, the room filling with grunts of exertion and pleasure.

After taking Jenny nearly to the point of passing out once again, he released her throat, allowing her to breathe. As she was gasping for breath he climbed up onto the couch so his feet were alongside her body.  Squatting over Jenny with his cock still inside her pussy, Henry pushed her shoulders down so her face was pressing up against the cushions of the couch and her ass was up in the air.

Leaning forward, he grabbed the back of the couch and used it for leverage as he proceeded to pound the shit out Jenny, his hips slamming up against her ass, his balls slapping up against the underside of her snatch. He hammered her for what seemed like an eternity, her pussy opening up further and further, allowing him to explore new depths with every thrust, her perfect little pink asshole staring him in the face, beckoning him, begging to be played with.

But her asshole would have to wait for another time, as he was already on the verge of orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said quickly under his breath. “I’m gonna cum.”

Before the words had even finished leaving his mouth Jenny had pulled away from him and spun around and was sitting on the couch, her head in between his legs and at the same level as his cock. He remained standing on the couch as she began sucking his cock and jerking him off and then his body tensed up and he got right to that magical moment where the entire world was a blur and then there was a mighty release of tension and he was shooting his sperm right into Jenny’s open mouth and all over her smiling face while she continued jerking him off until every last trace of cum had exited his body.

She used her hand to squeeze the final drops from his cock then wrapped her lips around it one last time for a brief post orgasm blow job that caused him to shimmy and shake and try to pull away but she wouldn’t let him.

Laughing, Jenny finally released his cock and fell back onto the couch. Henry grabbed his shirt off the ground and tossed it to her.

She wiped the cum off her face and dropped the shirt to the ground then leaned back onto the couch.

“So what happens now?” Henry asked, sitting down next to her.

“What do you mean?”

“How are we going to work this little arrangement? Are we just going to get together whenever one of us feels like it, or what?”

“I was thinking of setting up a little bit of structure,” Jenny said. “I figure we’ve only gotten together on holidays so far, so we might as well just continue on with that pattern.”

“Holidays only, huh?”

Jenny nodded. “Hopefully if we set some rules limiting our interactions it’ll keep things interesting, help us avoid getting sick of each other.”

“And keep us from getting too close,” Henry added. “Help nip any emotional attachment in the bud.”

“Exactly,” Jenny said. “Plus it’ll give us something to look forward to. A little extra treat on the holidays.”

“Give them a little bit of meaning,” Henry said with an ironic smile.

Jenny laughed. “So? What do you think?”

“It sounds good to me,” he said. “At the very least it’ll keep things interesting.”

Jenny ran her hand down Henry’s chest and grabbed ahold of his cock, which was still partially hard and growing harder at her touch.

“And speaking of interesting,” she said, a wicked little smirk on her face as she started slowly jerking him off. “I find the fact that you’re still apparently not all used up for the night pretty interesting.”

“Used up? Hell, I’ve barely even gotten started.”

“Is that right?”

He nodded. “I figure we’ve only got one night every month or so, we might as well make it count.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Jenny said, standing up. “Do you mind if I jump in the shower before round two?”

“Only if you don’t mind having me in there with you,” Henry said as he climbed to his feet.

“I was counting on it,” Jenny said.

Smiling, she grabbed ahold of his cock, which was once again standing at full attention, and started walking towards the bathroom, pulling him along with her.






I was on my way out the door to get a workout in at the gym when I got a call from Kelly. She’d been out of town for a couple weeks so we hadn’t gotten together in a while. I missed her greatly, even though I could barely bring myself to admit it. After all, at 19 years old, she wasn’t much more than a girl. It was not like we had any future together.

But still, I missed her. And not only the sex part. I missed hanging out with her too, her black-as-pitch sense of humor and laidback attitude was infectious. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t in love with Kelly, but I definitely felt something for her. Something strong.

“Hey Kelly, what’s up?” I said after answering the phone, trying to tamp down my excitement.

“Not much,” Kelly said. “What are you up to?”

“Just heading out to the gym.”

“Keeping that rock-hard body of yours in shape, huh?”

“That’s the plan,” I said. “What are you up to?”

“Actually, I was just hanging out at my friend’s house. Her parents are gone for the night and we were having a little fun.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep,” Kelly said in her sing-song voice, the one that said she was up to no good, which usually meant good things for me. “And we were wondering if you wanted to come over and keep us company.”

“Is that right?” I asked, my excitement building.

“That’s right,” Kelly said. “I was telling my friend about you and she wants to meet you.”

A jolt of electricity shot through my groin at the mere thought of spending time with not only Kelly, but one of her friends too.

“I think I can put off the gym for a while,” I said, still trying to sound aloof even though I knew Kelly could see right through me. Still, I had to try and maintain the illusion of composure. After all, I was three years older than her and was supposed to be the mature one.

“Great,” Kelly said. “We’ll be waiting for you.”

She rattled off the address and we said our goodbyes and hung up. I ran upstairs to throw on some decent clothes then made my way to the garage, into my car, and towards her friend’s house.

Fifteen minutes later I knocked on the door. Kelly answered it. She looked great as always, with her super-cute face and long, lean, athletic body. Her smile was infectious, and right now it was huge, lighting up her face. She was clearly excited; even more so than usual. She was wearing a red bra and matching panties with red and white 3-inch heels, making her almost as tall as me. She looked stunning, not to mention ready to go at the drop of a hat.

“Hey Kelly,” I said, trying to maintain my cool.

“What’s up, Clay,” she replied, standing aside and letting me in.

“Not much,” I said after she closed the door behind us. “You’re looking great.”

“Thanks, baby,” Kelly said. “But if you think I look good, just wait. Naomi looks incredible.”

“That’s your friend’s name, I assume?”

“Yep,” she said. “And she can’t wait to meet you.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” I said.

“So am I,” Kelly said, grinning like a demon. “So am I.”

She took my hand and led me down the hall, her heels clacking on the hardwood floor. I found myself staring at her ass, unable to look away, the 3-inch heels making her already incredibly long legs look like they went on forever.

Kelly stopped right before we came to a partially open door.

“Take a peek,” she said, motioning towards the room with her head.

So I did, looking around the corner to see a long, wavy-haired brunette wearing a purple bra and matching heels that were just as high as Kelly’s but no panties. They were already on the floor at the foot of the bed.

Naomi’s legs were spread open wide and she was fingering herself. So far she hadn’t noticed that we were watching her. Or if she had, she didn’t acknowledge us in any way. She just kept right on playing with her pussy as though we weren’t even there.

At first glance, Naomi was sexier than Kelly, although not as cute, with an angular face and big, full, natural tits. She appeared to be a few inches shorter than Kelly and built differently; short and stacked instead of long and lean. Personally, I liked the way Kelly looked better, but not by much. Both were sexy as hell.

“Wow,” I said. “You were right. She’s hot as shit.”

Smiling, Kelly nodded. “I told you.”

“Yes you did,” I said. “But not as hot as you though.”

“Ahh, you’re so sweet,” Kelly said. “But you don’t have to lie to me.”

“I’m not,” I said, leaning over and slipping my tongue into her mouth.

We made out for a little while, our tongues exploring each others mouths while our hands did to the same to each others bodies. Kelly rubbed my cock over my jeans and I returned the favor by slipping my hand under her panties and playing with her pussy.

Kelly suddenly broke off our embrace and dropped to her knees, right there in the hallway. As she started to undo my pants, I glanced over at the bed, where Naomi was going after herself with three fingers now, slamming them deep inside her pussy while she moaned and groaned in pleasure.

I quickly turned my attention back to Kelly, however, once she dropped my pants and boxers to the floor and wrapped her lips around my already hard cock.

I let out a soft moan as Kelly started sucking on the tip of my cock. A few seconds later she was blowing me properly, swallowing my whole shaft in long, slow strokes. So far she was treating my cock gently, just getting me warmed up. But it felt so good that I had to take a deep breath to keep myself under control.

I glanced over at Naomi to see her slipping her fingers out of pussy and into her mouth. After licking them clean of her pussy juices, Naomi returned her fingers back to her pussy, sliding four of them in this time before going back to work on herself.

After watching Naomi for a bit, I looked down to stare at Kelly as she continued sucking my cock, her eyes turned up to mine, maintaining eye contact as she blew me. Within seconds I had all but forgotten about Naomi; my attention was focused solely on Kelly right now, watching my cock slide in and out of her pretty mouth while her eyes glistened with excitement and pleasure.

“So are you going to keep him all to yourself or are you going to share?” Naomi said, startling me. I looked up and saw that she was staring right at us, watching Kelly suck my cock. Her fingers were no longer in her pussy but she was rubbing her clit with them.

“I was just getting him warmed up,” Kelly said, pulling her head off my cock, leaving it all wet and slippery.

“Sure you were,” Naomi replied, her tone skeptical but playful. “If it were up to you I’d never get a piece of that cock.”

Smiling, Kelly shrugged. “What can I say, I’m a greedy bitch when it comes to cock.”

“Tell me about it,” Naomi said, smiling back. Her voice was soft, relaxed, confident and incredibly seductive. “But I want some too. Are you going to let me have some?”

“It would be my pleasure,” Kelly said. She slapped the head of my cock against her tongue a couple of times, then stood up and grabbed ahold of my shaft and used it to lead me over to the middle of the room while Naomi slid off the edge of bed and onto her knees on the carpeted floor. Kelly joined her, again dropping to her knees in front of me, this time right next to her friend.

As Kelly held my shaft tight, the two girls made out while I watched, amazed at seeing two ridiculously hot, half-naked, 19-year old girls kneeling before me. After they broke off their embrace, Kelly angled my cock towards Naomi’s mouth.

Naomi smiled up at me, then slipped my cock into her mouth, sucking on the tip while Kelly ran her tongue up and down my shaft. After half a minute of this, the girls switched places, Kelly taking my cock in her mouth while Naomi licked and slobbered over my shaft.

“That feels so fucking good,” I said, watching intently. I’d never been with two girls at the same time before and it was more exciting than I had ever imagined and we’d barely even gotten started yet.

A short time later, Naomi dropped her head down a bit and slid further beneath my legs then took my balls in her mouth. She sucked on my testicles while Kelly blew me, taking my cock further down her throat until it was disappearing completely with every pump.

At one point, Kelly took my cock all the way inside her mouth and held it there for a few seconds, deepthroating me while Naomi continued working my balls. The dual sensation was almost more than I could take, but I held steady, and eventually Kelly pulled her head away, releasing my cock at the same time Naomi popped my balls out of her mouth.

Kelly jerked me off while she caught her breath, the leftover saliva from her blowjob serving as a lube, allowing her hand to fly over my cock. Once she’d recovered, she slid her body down, trading places with Naomi, taking my balls in her mouth while Naomi wrapped her lips around my cock.

Naomi’s blowjob was more frantic than Kelly’s but just as incredible. It was a sloppy, high-energy affair, with Naomi slamming her head back and forth while working my shaft with her hand as well as her mouth. Her hair was flying everywhere and gagging, slurping sounds came out of her mouth.

For her part, Kelly worked my balls with serious intensity, putting them both in her mouth and pulling down on my sack, stretching out the skin and taking me right to the edge of pleasure and pain.

After a good two minutes of working together on my cock, both girls pulled away, leaving me gasping and struggling to regain my composure.

“If I had to guess, I’d say that Clay is enjoying himself,” Naomi said, smiling at Kelly.

“I’m pretty sure you’re right,” Kelly said, giggling. She leaned over and slipped her tongue into Naomi’s mouth and they made out for a while as I watched from above, fascinated, the tip of my cock feeling like it was going to tear out of its skin.

“What about you?” Kelly said, looking at Naomi after breaking off their embrace. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“You’d better believe it,” Naomi said. “But I’ll be enjoying it more once I get his hard cock inside me.”

“Tell me about it,” Kelly said. She turned her eyes back to me. “What do you say, Clay? Are you ready to stick your cock into us?”

“I can't fucking wait,” I said.

“Neither can we,” Naomi said. She took Kelly’s hand and together they rose to their feet, then crawled up onto the couch and took positions side-by-side, both with their knees on the cushions and their hands on the back of the couch with their asses sticking up in the air, facing me.

I was practically salivating as I stared at the pair of two perfect asses staring at me. Kelly’s was tight as a drum, firm and athletic, while Naomi’s was more round and shapely, soft and bubbly. Both were absolutely incredible, just in different ways.

“Well, Clay, ” Kelly said, turning her upper body so she could look back at me. “What are you waiting for?” She reached back and slapped Naomi on the ass, eliciting a little yelp and a giggle from her friend.

“Yeah, Clay,” Naomi said, returning the favor and slapping Kelly’s ass cheek. “Come on over here and show us what you got.”

Smiling, I got to work, sidling up to Kelly’s tight, tiny little ass. I yanked her panties down, freeing up her soaking wet snatch. Her asshole was opened slightly and beckoning, but I knew I was going to have to stay away from it on this night. I was already excited as hell, and if I started getting assholes involved I would done within seconds.

As the two girls made out in front of me, I grabbed ahold of my hard cock and slid the tip of it into Kelly’s pussy. She let out a deep, low sigh as I pushed my hips forward, giving her the whole length of my shaft.

“Oh my god that feels so fucking incredible,” Kelly said, breaking off her kiss with Naomi to turn and look back at me. “Fuck me with that hard cock of yours, Clay. Fuck me good.”

So I did, grabbing ahold of Kelly’s hips and pulling her body backwards as I slammed mine forward, bringing us together in the middle, allowing my cock to deeply penetrate her pussy.

As I continued pummeling Kelly’s pussy, Naomi flipped around and laid her head on Kelly’s ass, watching the proceedings from up close. Her eyes were fixed on mine and her mouth was slightly open.

“Do you want to taste Kelly’s pussy?” I asked. “Do you want to lick her juices off of my cock?”

Smiling wickedly, Naomi nodded. “Yes please,” she said.

I gave Kelly a couple more pumps, then pulled my cock out of her pussy and slipped it into Naomi’s open mouth. She sucked on it for a few seconds, working it with her mouth and tongue before gathering up a bunch of saliva and spitting it on my cock. After working the saliva in with her hand, Naomi slipped my cock back into Kelly’s pussy.

Naomi’s saliva acted as a lube, making things that much more slippery. Between the wetness of Kelly’s pussy and the slickness of my cock, I couldn’t have fucked Kelly slowly even if I’d wanted. Luckily I didn’t. Nor did she want me to.

“Give it to me, Clay,” Kelly said. “Give it to me hard. As hard as you can.”

I did as I was told, slamming my cock all the way into Kelly, giving it to her balls-deep, our bodies slapping together in wet, sloppy smacks. Naomi got involved too, grabbing ahold of one of Kelly’s asscheeks and spreading it wide, opening Kelly up to me even further, allowing me deeper access to her insides.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking incredible,” Kelly said between gasps as I continued pumping her pussy. She pressed her face up against the back cushions of the couch, muffling her voice a bit. But she was still pretty damn loud. “Right there, right fucking there!” Harder, Clay, harder! Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow!”

I did what I could, rising up a bit to give myself better leverage and hammering my cock as far into Kelly’s pussy as I could, slamming my hips up against her ass, pushing her entire body forward with every pump while Naomi watched from inches away, her eyes lit with excitement.

Reaching out, I grabbed ahold of Kelly’s hair and gave it a tug. She loved having her hair pulled and it always took her over the edge. Today was no exception.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Kelly cried as soon as I pulled her hair. “Just like that. Just like that! Pull my hair! Pull my fucking hair! You’re gonna make me cum! You’re gonna make me fucking cum!”

I gave Kelly what she wanted, fucking her with reckless abandon while yanking back on her hair hard enough that she had to arch her spine to alleviate some of the pressure.

A few seconds later, Kelly cried out in a deep, guttural, wordless scream and body shimmied and shook as an orgasm worked its way through her.

“Holy fuck!” Kelly cried as it wound down. “That was fucking insane!” She quickly slid her body forward, yanking my cock out of her pussy in the process.

As I took a moment to catch my breath, Naomi switched places with Kelly, turning around into the doggy position and pressing her ass back against me.

“My turn,” Naomi said, looking back at me with an evil grin.

“My pleasure,” I replied.

“Here,” Kelly said, grabbing my cock. “Let me help.” And with that, she slipped my rock-hard cock into Naomi’s pussy.

Both I and Naomi groaned at the same time as I entered her. She had a tighter pussy than Kelly but she was so wet that there was only a little bit of resistance as my cock made its way into her. And it certainly wasn’t so tight that it affected Naomi in any way. She didn’t even bother taking things slow at all, hammering her ass back against me right away, forcing my cock deep inside her with every pump .

“Holy fuck,” I said under my breath as Naomi slammed her ass back into me, doing all of the work, our bodies coming together with a wet smack.

“She’s got a tight pussy, doesn’t she?” Kelly said, looking at me from the couch with a gigantic smile and dancing eyes.

“Very tight,” I said.

“It makes you want to cum, doesn’t it?” Kelly said.

Biting down on my bottom lip to try and keep myself from doing just that, I nodded emphatically.

“Are you close?” Kelly asked.

“Really close,” I said between deep breaths designed to stave off orgasm.

“Then I’d better help Naomi finish before you do,” Kelly said, climbing down off the couch. She dropped to her knees and positioned herself beneath my legs. Her body facing was facing mine and her face was turned up towards the ceiling so her mouth was directly under Naomi’s pussy.

Kelly stuck out her tongue and started licking the underside of Naomi’s pussy, clearly surprising her friend, causing her to not only let out a high-pitched yelp, but to stop moving her ass back against me. So I took control, grabbing Naomi’s hips and holding her in place as I slammed my body into hers, making it easier for Kelly to keep her tongue attached to Naomi’s pussy.

“Holy fucking shit!” Naomi screamed. “Right there, right fucking there!”

I could tell that she was getting closer to an orgasm, but I was too, and I had to make sure she got there first. So I decided to take a chance, hoping that it would get Naomi over the edge quickly, before it was too late.

Still pummeling away at her with all my energy, I released Naomi’s hip with one of my hands, freeing it up. Then after sticking my thumb into my mouth to get it lubed up, I ran it down the crack of Naomi’s ass and slipped it into her asshole.

Naomi let out a wordless scream of pleasure, and again began slamming her ass back against me, arching her spine, giving herself more leverage to push back with.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK!” Naomi screamed as her legs shook madly.  She pounded her ass backwards, pummeling me with her pussy, forcing my cock deeper inside her than ever before.

Kelly got more involved too, reaching up from beneath us and grabbing Naomi’s asscheeks and spreading them wide, opening her up even more to me.

“That’s it, that’s it, that’s fucking it!” Naomi screamed, not holding back at all now. “Here I cum, here I fucking cum!”

She slammed back into me one last time and held her ass there, pressing up against me, both my cock and thumb having disappeared completely inside her holes. She held her position for a few seconds then released in a screaming spasm as an orgasm washed over her.

As soon as Naomi was done cumming, I slipped my thumb out of her asshole and went back to work on her pussy, hammering my body against her ass in a fit of energy as I rose to my own orgasm.

Now that she was finished helping Naomi get off, Kelly put her hands to use on me, cupping my balls and massaging them while I continued fucking Naomi from behind.

Kelly’s hands did the trick, taking me over the edge in just a few seconds.

”Goddammit,” I moaned, “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

I pulled back, yanking my cock from Naomi’s pussy as she quickly spun around and climbed off the couch, joining Kelly on the floor at my feet. By the time Naomi got there, Kelly was already jerking me off, her hand feverishly working my cock.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I said breathlessly as my orgasm arrived.

Smiling up at me, Kelly continued jerking me off with reckless abandon as I started to cum, my sperm spraying out of my cock in thick streams.

Kelly didn’t slow down at all, still jerking me off like crazy as I came, sending my seed shooting everywhere, all over her and Naomi, getting on their face, their hair, their tits, the floor, and even on the couch.

Six or seven gyrations later, my cock had run dry. Both of the girl’s faces were dripping wet with my cum. Still grinning up at me, Kelly slid the tip of my cock into her mouth and gave it a couple of sucks, then popped it out and passed it on to Naomi, who did the same, making me shiver due to the sensitivity that always followed an orgasm.

Kelly leaned over and started licking Naomi’s face, gathering all of my cum up with her tongue. Once her face was clean, Kelly then moved down to her friend’s tits and cleaned them up too.

After Kelly had finished collecting all my sperm off of Naomi’s flesh with her tongue, Naomi did the same to Kelly, until they were both holding all of my cum in their mouths.

As I watched with amazement, Kelly and Naomi started making out, sharing my cum between them, Naomi giving it all to Kelly, and then Kelly to Naomi.

“You two are nasty as hell,” I said, laughing softly at their display.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” Kelly said. She turned towards Naomi. “Do you want to do the honors?”

Smiling as best she could with a mouthful of cum, Naomi nodded. Then she tilted her head back and swallowed all my sperm down in one gulp.

I shook my head and chuckled under my breath. “Wow.”

“Yeah, she’s a pretty fun girl,” Kelly said, smiling at her friend.

“As are you,” Naomi said to Kelly, returning the grin.

“And I’m one hell of a lucky guy,” I added.

We all laughed.

“Well, what now?” I asked.

“That’s up to you,” Kelly replied.

“How so?”

“Well, we don’t have any plans, and Naomi’s parents are gone all night, so, unless you’ve got something better to do . . .”

“How could I have anything better to do than you two?” I said, eliciting another round of laughter.

“Then let’s go jump in the shower and relax for a little bit and get ready for round two.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I said, helping the girls to their feet.

Hand in hand, we headed down the hallway towards the bathroom. I couldn’t help but think about how lucky a guy I was. Undoubtedly the luckiest guy in the world.





Chris Thomas was just minding his own business, watching HBO at 10PM on a Saturday night, when his doorbell rang. Not expecting anyone at this hour, he contemplated pretending like he wasn’t home, but figured whoever was on the other side of the door could hear the television. Besides, for all he knew it could be an emergency or something. So he climbed to his feet and headed towards the door.

Peeking out the spy hole, he saw that it was one of his neighbors from the other side of the building, Polly, wearing nothing except a little black cocktail dress. His heart suddenly jumped and started pounding in his chest. As he stood there in front of the still-closed door, trying to figure out what she was doing there, he heard another knock.

“I know you’re in there,” Polly said. “I saw you through your patio door a few minutes ago.”

Chris opened his front door. On a whim, he decided to go on the offensive instead of playing it safe. “You were spying on me through my patio?” he said, grinning just a bit to show her that he was just messing with her.

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