Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been made. These stories are placed in Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers and are not to be copied and/or distributed without the approval of the author.
This story is part of the "Wet Panties" series that begins with, "Wet Panties" (Bisexual, Urination, 10/8/08), and continues in, "The Mall" (TG, Teen, 1/6/09), and "Ledge Falls Park, (TG, Teen, 3/20/09). This story is about Kyle's dad, Peter Barton, a teen in the seventies, and his early adulthood in the eighties. It is not necessary to read any of the other three sections to understand what Peter goes through discovering and accepting his bisexuality. Those other stories in the series are the ongoing yet similar journey of a younger generation. The point is, whether you're sixteen, or sixty-six, or older, at some time, usually in your teens, you had the first indications that you had a sexual interest in both sexes, and eventually you had to deal with those feelings. I wouldn't be at all surprised to find out that many of you readers have gone through very similar circumstances.
Ben's Booty Boy
by Amber Fountaine
Chapter Four
Over the course of the next two weeks, following the deal that Martha had made with `Patty' to be her instructor in the art of oral sex, Pete got together with Warren as often as possible. If he was supposed to be the knowledgeable one, he needed all the practice he could get. At least that was the excuse he gave himself for this new craving he had to suck Warren's cock. There was just enough logic to it to make it work for him.
Martha believed that Pete had been sucking Warren for months or maybe years. Rather than admit to Martha that she'd witnessed his first attempt and wasn't at all the master cocksucker she assumed, Pete decided he would let her believe he had acquired the skills she wanted him to teach her. And that meant he had a lot of catching up to do. It got to the point where Warren actually complained about getting too much sex.
"Shit, between you and Tommy," he told Pete, "I don't know if I have any cum left to give you. Why don't you suck him too? Then you'll know what it's like to suck different cocks."
Pete wasn't sure if Warren was really being worn down that much or if it was a ploy to get Warren's little brother involved with their sex play. Either way, Pete liked the idea. Tommy was now older than Pete and Warren had been the first time they'd jacked off together. Pete was sure that, back when he'd been Tommy's age, he'd have enjoyed an older boy getting involved. In fact, the difference between his age and Tommy's was the same as the difference in age between him and Ben. And Pete, while he may pretend to lack interest, was really looking forward to the day he got to suck Ben. It was a day that was getting closer all the time.
Beginning that morning when Martha had introduced Patricia' to Ben for the first time, there'd been two more similar sessions with the three teens, each almost identical. They'd begin with Patty helping Ben undress, and then playing with Ben's cock until it was hard, if it wasn't already. At that point, Martha would take over, bringing Ben to a climax, and then brother and sister, or sister' and sister, would use their hands and fingers to feed on the puddles of Ben's cum. One thing that Ben had admitted that had kept him coming back to Martha was her eagerness to taste his jism and it thrilled Ben more than he let on that her brother had become just as enthusiastic to swallow some of Ben's sperm. In Ben's mind, that was the sign of true devotion and it was hard to find one person that devoted, much less two.
At the same time, "Patty" was becoming quite a lady. Almost daily Martha would find some time to give Pete instruction on how to walk and talk and appear more feminine. And when she realized he was nervous about becoming too sissified, she coached him in a way that made it seem like he was adding the ability to be feminine without loosing any masculinity. That tactic appealed to Pete and he practiced what he'd been taught. As to his teaching her cocksucking skills, there was a lot of enthusiasm there too.
Getting Warren to cooperate was a snap, although Warren was disappointed that Laura wasn't involved somehow. Five times over the next two weeks, Martha watched as her brother Patty,' dressed in the sexiest collection of lingerie Martha could assemble for him and once dressed in the sexy lingerie, Patty' gave his friend Warren an enthusiastic blow-job. In between those times, or more aptly, in addition to those times, Pete found time to have additional practice sessions of his new found skill at Warren's house. Tommy also contributed his spunk whenever he was available, happy to let Pete practice on him too.
Then, about the time that Martha and Patty both felt they were ready to give Ben that `head' he'd been seeking, Ben went out of town with his folks for the Christmas holidays. He agreed that Patty had made great progress, maybe even enough to fool him if he didn't know Patty was really a boy. He was ready to let "Patty" and Martha share his cock as soon as he got back.
"Don't be surprised if he's over here before his folks get the car unloaded," Martha told Patty. "He told me he'll have to sleep in a room with three other cousins and won't even have the privacy to jack off. Poor guy's gonna go two weeks without cumming. I don't know if he's ever had to go that long before. Can you imagine how much cum he's gonna have saved up for us? We might drown in it."
Pete wasn't worried about drowning. He'd developed a taste for cum by then and was sure he could swallow all that Ben might give him. What concerned him was choking to death. When he and Warren had suck sessions, what they'd found that was good for both of them was to lock their lips just past the head when the other guy began to shoot. But sometimes, after the first or second squirt, Warren would give an involuntary shove of his hips and drive his cock into the back of Pete's mouth, casing him to gag. Pete was afraid that if Ben did something like that, as big as Ben's cock was, that it would go half-way down Pete's throat and possibly lodge there, cutting off his air supply. He'd heard about the movie, "Deep Throat," that had come out a couple of years earlier and wondered if the woman in that movie could have possibly done that with someone like Ben. According to one of the guys at school, who was supposed to have seen the film with an older cousin and his friends, the guy that played the doctor in the movie had a really huge cock. But Pete had to wonder, compared to what? For instance, Tommy thought he and Warren had really huge cocks, not having seen anything bigger.
For Patty, "Show Time," the moment they'd been working toward, began on New Year's Eve. Pete had gone to Warren's house, invited by Warren's parents to join the small party they were having for adults. They thought that having Pete there would keep Warren out of their hair. For the teens, it was what they called, "BO-Ring," with a very long "O" sound. Pete tried and failed to get permission from Warren's folks to have Warren spend the night at his house. When that didn't work, he decided to go home. Ben hadn't been heard from and Martha was home by herself since their parents had gone to a party and wouldn't be home until very late. She could be boring too, but at least he could dress up as Patty and practice being a girl for a while. He kind of liked the idea of starting the year dressed as a sissy, ringing in the New Year with his cock in hand.
There was a car in front of the house that he didn't recognize. He knew it wasn't Ben's so immediately he wondered if a two week wait, without a boy to play with, was longer than Martha could stand. He hoped whoever was visiting didn't stay long. He'd get just as bored being Patty' if Patty' had to stay in his room. He thought again of the book his mom had gotten for his dad for Christmas. It was a new best-seller called, "Dress for Success" and Martha had been teasing him about Patty, "Dressing for Suck-sess." That was exactly what he'd had in mind if Warren had been able to come home with him - dressing up and doing some serious sucking. But it looked like the only cum he'd be enjoying at midnight would be his own, if he didn't fall asleep first.
Assuming Martha to be busy with some new friend, he almost went straight to his room. However curiosity, and wanting to know if Martha was entertaining in the den or in her bedroom, caused Pete to make a detour through the den to see if she and her friend were there. It was with mixed emotions that he spotted Ben. "Didn't recognize the car," he told them when he saw Ben and Martha seated together on the couch. It appeared they'd just exchanged Christmas presents since there was wrapping paper on the floor.
"My mom's car," Ben explained. "They put mine in the shop before we left and I can't get it out until Monday."
"Bummer," Pete said in consolation. It was Thursday night and with Friday being New Year's Day; he'd have to wait four days to get his car. Then he realized that they were both smiling at him in a way that let him know they were all aware of what was to happen as soon as Ben got back.
Without another word, Pete went to his room to begin his transformation. He had to be quick but he didn't want to rush. He was ready to do it, and he was afraid at the same time. He knew it was a turning point in his life. With Warren and Tommy, kids his age or younger, it was youthful exploration; the constant quest for new and exciting things to try. But with Ben, even though he was only a year and some older, it was different. With Ben, an older boy, very much a full grown man physically, there was more of a commitment to the bisexual lifestyle. Fortunately, by the time he'd applied the makeup that Martha had given him and taught him how to use, his hands had stopped shaking.
"What do you think?" Martha asked Ben when Pete returned to the den dressed as Patty. "Hasn't she come a long way?"
"Yeah, I'd fuck her."
Patty didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Immediately he thought of the first time he'd worn Martha's nightie and had made exactly the same remark to his image in the mirror. And then with a shudder of fear he thought that maybe fucking was what Ben wanted to do. He was prepared to do his best to suck that monster in Ben's pants - eagerly looking forward to it by now. But having a pole that size rammed up his ass? No way! He had to hope that by sucking Ben, he could make him cum quickly before Ben got any other ideas.
Then Martha jumped up, saying, "I'll be right back. You two go ahead and get started."
Pete knew that meant his undressing Ben and he took his time. While undoing Ben's shoes, he glanced up at Ben and when he did, Ben squeezed his cock through his jeans and taunted, "Ready to suck this for me sissy boy?"
Pete didn't answer, looking down to finish removing Ben's shoes. Then, instead of standing and letting Pete undo his pants as he'd done previously, Ben leaned back in the couch and spread his legs, indicating that Pete should start from there. With no other option, Pete crawled between Ben's legs and began the task of unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping Ben's pants. When that was done, he told Ben, "Grab the legs and pull them off."
Pete stood, pulled on the cuffs, and Ben raised his butt enough that Pete was able to pull off the jeans. "Now the underwear," Ben commanded.
To do that, Pete had to lean in over Ben and hook his fingers in the waistband to pull them off, leaving him much closer to Ben's cock when it popped free. As soon as Pete had the underwear off, Ben spread his legs, stroked his cock a few times, and then let it rest on his belly. Maybe it was Pete's imagination, but it appeared to Pete that Ben's cock had grown since the last time he'd seen it. Maybe it had always arched up over his navel, looking like the tip was half-way up Ben's chest. And maybe it was just the angle. Previously, he'd always been to one side or the other when he'd seen Ben's cock. Looking at it from between Ben's legs was a new perspective - and a scary one.
"You can play with it while we're waiting for Martha," Ben told the feminized young man and Pete, or "Patty," knelt in front of Ben and reached out cautiously with one, and then both hands. Even with both of his hands covering most of Ben's massive meat, there still appeared to be more than a mouthful uncovered, but that remained to be proven. For the moment he contented himself with caressing the phallic beauty before him. There was something so exciting about holding a cock that wasn't his own. Even little Tommy's prick was thrilling to touch. Ben's monster was even more so.
When Patty noticed a bead of pre-cum glisten on the tip of the head, the result of the slow hand job he was giving Ben, Patty was tempted to take the moment to the next level, perhaps licking it off. He might have done just that, not waiting any longer for Martha, but then Ben greeted her return.
"Wow baby, you look great!"
Jerking his hands away from Ben's prick, Pete turned and with one look, had to agree. The baby-doll that Martha had given `Patty' and that he'd put on for the evening was sheer, allowing all to see the panties and bra he'd worn under it. But the black nightie Martha had on seemed almost invisible. He'd never seen his sister naked, but this was almost the same thing. The only place you couldn't see completely through it was at the hem, which consisted of a couple of inches of ruffled lace that lined up with Martha's pubic hair. It was almost as if there was some invisible curtain holding up this ring of ruffles around Martha's hips. Pete was certain that if Martha's gown had come with matching panties like the nightie he had on, she'd decided not to wear them. That was proven when Martha spun around, the gown swirling out, and leaving her naked from the waist down.
After giving them a brief look at her feminine treasures, she dropped to her knees beside Pete. "Go ahead Patty; show me how it's done."
Patty held the monster in his hand, as he'd done a couple of times before. Each time he'd marveled at its size, but never more than this time, with it just inches from his face. He glanced over at Martha one last time as if hoping for a reprieve. However she just smiled and nodded. That shouldn't have surprised him. She'd been instrumental in his being in this situation. He'd known from the moment he'd walked in the house and found the two of them sitting together on the couch that this was the day. If he didn't want to do it, he could have run out then and come back later. If he didn't want to do it, he could have refused to change clothes. Instead, he'd changed without being told and had come back to join them. So he wasn't fooling anyone, including himself, when he acted like he didn't want to do this.
He took a tentative lick, going after that drop of pre-cum he'd spotted and then made a face as if he didn't like it. He knew he wasn't fooling Martha. She'd seen him sucking Warren a few times now and there was no denying that he enjoyed doing that. One glance at Ben convinced him that Ben wasn't buying the act either. So he decided to skip the pretenses.
With that decision made, he went after that pleasure pole with gusto, licking its magnificent length, top, bottom and both sides, and taking a side trip to spend some time on the wrinkled sack containing the two egg-shaped and nearly egg sized sperm makers. While there wasn't much difference in the sparse amount of pubic hair between the two boys, he marveled again at the considerable inequality in every other aspect of their genitals. Between his legs, Pete had a dick. Between Ben's there was a statue of sorts, a tribute to manhood, a long, fleshy shaft, covered with veins, worthy of worship. Pete would pause from time to time to rub it on his face, to inhale its essence, to become one with the cock. He used every trick and thought that came to him, giving what he was sure was the best blowjob of his limited experience. He remembered that Martha had accidently bitten Ben the one time she'd tried it and he worked hard at keeping his teeth covered. Considering the girth of that sweet meat, keeping his teeth covered was no easy feat.
Proof of his performance came quickly, as Ben gave his usual, "Here it comes," caution. Pete glanced in Martha's direction, got another go ahead nod, and began to milk Ben's cock with his hands at the same time he sucked on the huge knob. He thought of that image he'd had weeks back; the night he'd blown Warren for the first time after hearing Ben tell Martha she had cum on her tits. He'd envisioned her with so much cum in her mouth that it had dribbled out. Then he thought about Martha's remark about Ben going two weeks without being able to cum and how he'd shoot so much they'd drown in it. From watching Martha jack him off, Patty knew that Ben did shoot big loads. He wondered if this one would be more than he could hold in his mouth. He didn't want to waste a single drop. He was still lost in those thought when he felt Ben's eruption with his hands before he tasted it, the warm bittersweet jism hitting his tongue, and the roof of his mouth, and both cheeks, and then he had to swallow some to keep from dribbling any.
If there were such a thing as "Sissy Scouts" Patty would have earned a Merit Badge for "Cock-Sucking Excellence" that night. Ben stayed until after midnight and the New Year of 1976 found the two Barton teens sharing Ben's cock, fighting playfully to see who would get his first cum of the year. The reason they were competing for it was because they knew there wasn't that much left. They'd been draining Ben regularly over the last couple of hours.
Pete pondered a couple of things during Ben's second blowjob, when Martha had done it all on her own. As he'd watched her give Ben's cock a very good sucking, he wondered if Martha really knew more about doing that then she let on and if maybe Ben was in on it - maybe this was all part of some ploy to get him to dress like a girl and turn him into a cocksucker. If that bothered Pete, it didn't bother him long. The next thing he'd wondered, as he watched Martha eagerly swallow Ben's second load, was if he'd ever get to do it again, now that Martha obviously knew what to do. He needn't have been so concerned.
Not only did Ben give him another chance that evening, making sure his cock was in Patty's mouth at the stroke of midnight, but once the stigma (or whatever it was that had made Ben seem reluctant to let the younger boy suck him) had been broken, Ben seemed just as eager for Pete to suck him as he was for Martha to do it. The first time Ben dropped by and Pete was home alone, he gave Pete a story about Martha supposedly offering him a blowjob if he came by, being so disappointed that she wasn't there, and then sort of like a last minute inspiration as he was turning to leave, asked Pete if he'd like to do it instead. Of course he had and Ben didn't even suggest he change into his `Patty' clothing. What he did suggest, as he was leaving for real, his needs satisfied, was that Pete not mention his visit to Martha.
"No sense in pissing her off," Ben advised. "I can always get another girlfriend, but you can't get another sister. You have to live with her."
That began a relationship between Ben and Pete that lasted twenty years. Sometimes it was just the two of them, but more often there was another girl or woman involved and sometimes other guys. Ben had gotten some sort of special thrill having Pete suck him in front of Martha. It was almost inevitable that Ben would want to show off his control over Pete to some of his buddies.
That occurred during Fourth of July weekend. 1976, being the Bi-Centennial year celebration, was cause for all manner of huge events, including a week-long one at their uncle's lake cabin. Fortunately for Pete and Martha, their parents began talking of it in early spring and the teens had plenty of opportunity to work out a way of missing this spectacular family event. Pete was certain it would be just as `bo-ring' as the New Year's party with Warren's parents. The adults would have a lot of fun, drinking, dancing, staying up late, and enjoying themselves. The kids would sit around with nothing to do and when they began to complain, they'd be sent to bed. That had been oaky when they'd been in elementary school, but now that they were teens, it was demeaning. Martha came up with the idea of voluntarily taking some summer school classes and the plan worked great. Their parents were pleased to see the kids so eager to get additional education and since they enrolled in early May, never considered that the teens wouldn't be able to go with them for the week long party at Uncle Steven's cabin. Pete and Martha nearly groaned out loud when their parents talked of possibly not going at all. But then at the last minute, with a lot of persuasion from Uncle Steven, decided to leave the kids to their studying and go anyway. While they didn't consider Pete and Martha old enough for adult conversation, they were deemed mature enough to look after themselves.
In the six months that Pete had been sucking Ben's cock, Ben had frequently mentioned making a woman' out of Patty. He'd make remarks about Patty not really being a girl since she didn't have a pussy but "there's was a way around that," he'd tease. The blow jobs he was getting from Martha, and Patty' or Pete, were fine for a while, but now Ben wanted to fuck. Martha drew the line on that.
"I'm not fucking until I'm on the pill," she told him. "Rubbers break." Pete was aware that could be a few years. Martha had told him that she'd casually asked their mom when their mom thought Martha should start on the pill. Their mom, a teen in the early 50's, had replied, "I expect we should talk about contraception after you get engaged." That had been the end of that conversation.
So if Martha truly held out until she was old enough that she could get on the pill with parental approval, Ben had three choices: wait for Martha, get a new girlfriend, or turn to `Patty'. To Patty's consternation, Martha felt Patty had a certain amount of obligation to fulfill Ben's need, as well as fulfilling his destiny as a sissy boy. About the third or fourth time Martha expressed her opinion, Pete screwed up.
"It's not that I don't want to try it," he told her. "But Ben is so damn big! He could hurt me really bad - maybe put me in the hospital or something. How're we gonna explain that to mom and dad? I can just see the doctor telling them that it looked like someone shoved a phone pole up my ass."
Martha smiled. Pete should have known she was just waiting for him to fall in that trap. "So the only reason you don't want to do it is because you think Pete is too big?"
It wasn't the only reason. There other reasons too. But at the same time, he did wonder what it would feel like. Lately he'd been putting a finger up his ass when he jacked off and could now get two or three fingers in at the same time. Three fingers hurt a little, but at the same time, felt . . . erotic. But he didn't want to tell Martha about all that. "Yeah. That's the main reason," he answered, hedging because he suspected she was maneuvering him into something.
"Then why don't you get Warren to fuck you and see if you like it. His pecker isn't any bigger than yours. If that feels good, then maybe you can do Ben easier than you think."
He didn't want to tell her that in fact, he had been thinking exactly the same thing. He'd been trying to find a way to approach Warren with the idea and now that Martha had suggested it, he had what he needed. Ten minutes later he was on the phone to Warren.
"I have a favor to ask," he began when they'd cleared all the "Hey dude" stuff out of the way. "Martha wants to watch Ben fuck me."
"Awesome. I'd like to see that too."
"But I don't think I can do it. He's too big. She thinks I should try someone else first that isn't as big."
"That's it? The favor you want?"
"Yeah. Would you do it?"
"Do I have to let you fuck me too?"
"Nope."
That was what Warren called a "no brainer" for sure. He'd already let Martha watch while Patty practiced his cocksucking skills on him. And he too had been thinking about the possibility of taking the next step in their bisexual friendship. "Sure," he told Patty. "Be GLAD to help. Anything for a buddy."
"Yeah sure. Very funny. Martha wants to know if you could come over now. My folks are gone and she's already got me dressed in a nightie."
"Sure. Be there in a sec. Do you have any Vaseline or anything?"
Pete had never considered it. "I don't know. I'll check. See ya in a bit." Then he turned to Martha. "He's coming over. He wants to know if we have any Vaseline."
"Good idea. We have something better. Mom has some K-Y in her nightstand."
That meant nothing to Pete. More than anything, he wanted to ask why his mom keeping something handy that must have something to do with ass-fucking. Like most teens, he assumed his parents had quit having sex after their last child was conceived. He intended to ask her as soon as she got back, but the doorbell rang at almost the same time as she walked in the room.
"I better get that," she told him, tossing the tube of lubricant at him. "It's probably Warren but in case it's not, you stay here."
"Are you going to get dressed?" All she had on was a nightie much like the one he was wearing and you didn't have to use your imagination to tell she was naked underneath. In the past, she'd never dressed like that in front of Warren; always being fully clothed even if the boys were naked.
She smiled at him, going out the bedroom door. "Maybe - and maybe not." Then she was gone leaving Pete alone with his thoughts.
And he was having them by the bushel basket. When he thought about being fucked by Ben, the fear of pain overrode most all other thoughts. But he wasn't worried about that with Warren. He'd never thought to use any kind of lubricant when he stuck his fingers up his ass. And three of his fingers were about the size of his and Warren's cocks. So he reasoned that with lubricant, Warren's cock should slide right in. With that major concern diminished, he was left with all the other little thoughts and there were a ton of them.
At the top of the list was the awareness that on the gay scale' of his friends, no single act was more queer' than butt-fucking. If Pete understood this unwritten way of evaluating homosexual conduct, nothing was more queer than letting another guy fuck you. But considering how often he'd sucked Ben, Warren, and Warren's brother Tommy in the last few months, it was a little late to worry about how gay he might be. He told himself he still liked girls, and they really did excite him, even if they didn't seem to respond to him. But he had to admit, at least to himself, that he sure loved being Patty and sucking those cocks too. He often wondered if he'd have to give that up if he had a girlfriend.
He also wondered what Warren would think of him if he took this next step. Warren had made it sound like he had no intention of letting Pete fuck him, even if he was willing to fuck Pete. But then, maybe that was for Martha's benefit. When he and Warren and Tommy were together, Warren was as eager as any of them to have a cock in his mouth. But when he and Warren were together in front of Martha, he was much more reluctant to suck Pete; only doing it if Martha told him to.
Before he could give it more thought, Warren was in the room and trying hard not to stare at Martha. Instead, he tried to act a bit cocky in front of her. "I've been wondering when you were gonna ask me to fuck you sweetie. Let's see that cute little ass of yours."
"What a great line," Pete told him sarcastically. "I'll bet the girls just fall at your feet when you talk like that."
"Just girls like you sweetie," he persisted.
Martha interrupted their parrying. "Let's get him undressed, okay. Mom and dad will be back in a couple of hours." As she said it, she moved up behind Warren and pulled his t-shirt over his head, leaving Patty to undo his shorts and pull off his underwear. Warren was familiar with this drill and had worn loafers that he could step out of in a hurry. He always found it exciting to have the two of them undress him and was usually hard by the time they finished - assuming he wasn't already hard by the time he rang Pete's doorbell.
A minute later the two boys were on the bed and Patty was playing with Warren's prick, not that he needed to. It had been stiff when Patty had pulled off Warren's underwear. When the first dribble of pre-cum appeared, Patty licked it off without anyone saying a word. Sucking cock had become automatic to him.
"You should save that and rub it on his cock," Martha advised. "That's what it's really for; to lubricate a girl for fucking and today you're his girl."
"How are we gonna do this?" Warren wanted to know.
Warren hadn't spoken to anyone in particular and at the moment Pete was clueless. Sucking cock had come naturally to both boys but they really had no idea how to go about fucking. So Martha told them, "If you mean what position, I think doggie style would be best don't you?"
The two boys nodded and without another word, Patty rolled over and got on his hands and knees, pulling his panties down and the hem of his nightie up to his waist, totally exposing his ass for them. "You better use some of that K-Y stuff," he suggested, his voice somewhat muffled because he face was in a pillow. Then he closed his eyes and waited apprehensively.
Warren damn near lost it when Martha decided to help. First she smeared some of the K-Y around Patty's asshole, using a finger to spread some inside her brother's sphincter and drawing a moan from Patty. Then with some still on her fingers, she spread it on Warren's cock. That was the first time a female, other than his mother at a much younger age, had ever touched Warren's prick and when she began to smear the lube on it, he had to knock her hand away before he shot off. "That's enough," he gasped between his teeth.
After regaining his composure, he moved up behind Patty and took a moment to rub his cock up and down Patty's ass-crack, enjoying this new sensation while hunting for the hole. Once he was sure he found it and was lined up correctly, he began to push his prick into the puckered opening. He heard Patty grunt or groan or moan, he couldn't tell which. He paused with just the head in Patty ass, then began to push again, inching in as far as he could. Then he pulled most of the way out and pushed again. The first few times he did that, Patty seemed to gasp with each new thrust, but after half-a-dozen strokes, Patty seemed to be moaning with pleasure and pushing back to meet Warren, wanting him in deeper.
Patty's deflowering didn't last much longer than another half-dozen strokes and Warren was done, giving Patty one last thrust as if his little cock would somehow come out somewhere else if he pushed hard enough. It didn't. But it did fill Patty's bowels with cum for the first time and Martha noted, as Warren pulled out, "Well you're for sure not a virgin any more."
"I'm still sort of a virgin," Patty reminded her a few minutes later, after Warren had gone home. "I've never been with a girl."
"If that's supposed to be a hint, forget it," she told him. "But if you're good, maybe I can get one of my girlfriends to feel sorry for you."
Pete knew that's what the guys at school called, "Charity Pussy." They teased each other about their first piece of pussy was going to be charity pussy because some girl felt sorry for the guy never having been with a woman. But as far as Pete was concerned, if charity was what it took to get laid, he wasn't above accepting any and all charity that might come his way. "That would be really cool," he told Martha, getting a laugh from her.
"In the meantime, what about Ben? You really seemed to like Warren fucking you. Are you ready to try Ben?"
Pete saw an answer to everyone's problem and almost shouted, "It's a deal!"
"What deal?" She thought about what she'd said. "I didn't promise . . ."
"You find me someone I can fuck and I'll let Ben fuck me."
For a brief minute, Martha started to get angry and argue that she'd never made any promises at all nor had she implied that she would. But then an inspiration hit her. "You know, I think I do know someone that might be willing. I'll have to check with Laura."
Pete nearly fainted. He'd thought Laura to be a bit of a prude, even if Warren did have the hots for her. And Warren was going to die if he found out that Pete had screwed Laura. He wondered if it would end their friendship. They'd heard stories of best friends never speaking to each other again because of competition over a girl. Was fucking Laura worth giving up Warren as a friend and never having his cock to suck again? And Tommy's too for that matter. After a moment he turned to Martha and told her, "Okay, it's a deal."
To be continued. Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com