Hey guys, here's part two. As always, send me an e-mail to let me know what you think.
Aside from the little incident with Stan, my freshman year of high school was boring. I was introverted and cared little about anything around me but my friends and even then sometimes that was questionable. Classes went by smoothly, Heather and I talked more and more. I'd spend the night at Stan's, and Stan would spend the night at my house. Every so often, things would happen. More often than not, actually. Summer came and went with more of the same hot days and humid nights. The year came and went rather uneventfully.
Sophomore year was more of the same until around December. Stan had finally made it to high school, fate had blessed me once again, putting Heather and I in classes in both the first half of the year and the last half and we'd become very good friends, and the sport of hockey peaked my interest as a Mario Lemieux announced his comeback. On top of that, rumblings and grumblings around school was that they were starting a hockey team. It's neither here nor there in relation to this story, but I started playing then.
On New Year's Eve eve (December 30th, for those who aren't sure) I was over at Stan's house and we were having our usual fun. He had popped in a porn tape, which we were watching while lying naked on his bed. We'd take turns giving each slow hand jobs, getting ourselves close to orgasm before stopping so we could keep our interest in the video. He then received a phone call. "That was Stephanie," he told me after hanging up. "She's on her way over." Slightly disappointed, and left with a major case of blue balls, I sighed, "Damn it... okay..." They tended to be pretty boring with each other. Not only that, but that meant I had to get dressed (I've always been very comfortable naked).
I got off the bed and reached for my boxers when he stopped me. "I told Stephanie about how we mess around..." I got worried for a second. I'd known Stephanie for several years. We'd done plays together at the local playhouse and I'd always had a thing for her. Why I never asked her out, in hindsight, I don't know. As of writing this, I know it wont happen. She started fucking a 30-something year old and they're going to get married, but I digress.
"She thinks it's sexy. She wants to join us." I'm sure my mouth was very much agape. I was shocked and, quite frankly, very excited. "Close your mouth, Evan. You're drooling." I shook my head, bringing me back. "Sorry I... well... you know..." He shrugged softly. "I'll be back, I gotta piss." With that, I got up, dressed, and went out into the hallway, shutting the door behind me. That's where I ran into Kayla, Stan's older sister.
Kayla was the very specimen of womanly sexiness in my eye. She's stood around 5'6", with long black hair. She had a very unique face, and I mean that in a great way, with chocolate brown eyes that seemed to be stuck on "lusty stare" permanently. Slipping down her body brought you to an amazing pair of breasts. I cant tell you the size, I'm not too aware of the sizing chart (if you will) but I can fairly list them as "more than ample". Slipping down her curvy Italian body, past her tight stomach, was one of the tightest, best asses I'd ever seen. Better than Heather's, as it were. Slowly we travel down her long, lean legs and, once again to my guilty pleasure, her perfect little toes. How many nights I'd dreamed of having my way with her. I can't tell you just how many.
"Hey Evan," she said, "What's up?" I paused a moment to gather my thoughts. Still to do this day, for what ever reason, I'm tongue tied around her. "Eh, nothing. Just heading to the bathroom. I... really have to go. Sorry I can't chat." She offered a quick chuckle, "I was just about to get in the shower. You can go first." I suppressed a smirk and a comment that I, now, would make in a second about sharing it, it's not a big deal, but the me then, I didn't have it in me.
I ran in, did my business and came out to find Kayla in nothing but a towel. "Uhh..." I stammered, "it... it's, um... it's all yours..." She offered another quick smile and a chuckle. "Thanks Evan... you're a sweet heart." With that she slinked in the door, leaving it open just a crack. My oh my, how does the song go? I wish that I'd known what I know now when I was younger? The signs were there, especially as she turned on the water and stripped off the robe first giving me a view of those beautiful breasts, dark pink nipples hard, and that smooth crotch. I couldn't move, I was frozen. My pants were tight as hell already, and this wasn't helping. She bent over to test the water and I nearly lost it, as her sweet, curvy ass and her sweet peach lips came into view. My heart skipped beats, my eyes refused to blink, the image was burned into my mind forever.
As I slowly stepped away from the door and back to Stan's room, hardly anxious to leave, there was a knock at the front door. Stan came out behind me and said, "Get in there and undress... if you want things to happen, that's how." I'm sure my "deer in the headlights" look remained as I nodded and made my way back to the room. Once inside I looked around, gathering my thoughts. I sighed and said, "Well... now or never..." and slipped off my shirt, shorts, and boxers.
It had been a year plus since our last incident worth noting, and I felt it worth noting that my now throbbing member had gotten bigger. Now around five and a half inches and about two thick, it was rock solid. I took position at Stan's computer, my back to the door in the chair. Slowly, I stroked myself until the door clicked open.
I glanced over my shoulder as Stan entered, followed by Stephanie. "Hey Steph!" I said with a wave. "Hey Evan." She smiled as she pulled Stan into a hug and kiss. "Let's get this started." Stan said. I smiled and spun around in the chair. Steph shot me a shocked smile, and it broadened as she slipped down to my throbbing member, making her smile brighter. Stan began taking off his shirt, as did Stephanie.
Stephanie wasn't what you'd call beautiful. She had a decent enough face, but her body... wow. She was 5'3" with dark red hair, large, supple breasts, smooth, fine ass, curvy as a winding road. On top of that, she always wore low cut shirts, which she quickly slipped off. Thank God, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts quickly bounced out of that tight top, which found itself tossed into the corner. Her nipples were quickly hard, an auburn color that I hadn't seen before. Stan, being the smart man he is, quickly went to sucking them. I began to stroke myself, unable to help it.
Steph moaned and looked over at me with a smile. She pushed Stan away and slipped off her pants and panties, bending over to slip them off, almost teasing me with that body. She kissed Stan and whispered, "Go make me a sandwich, babe... I'm hungry." Stan smiled, putting on his shirt. "No problem hun." As he left the room, he gave her a quick spank.
She slinked over to me slowly with a sly, sexy grin on her face. "So this is what you do over here, hmm?" She smiled as she sat on my lap, my throbbing member rubbing against that small strip of red pubic hair she had left when tidying up. I nodded and whispered, "Yeah... it's all in good fun... what's the harm?" Before I realized what was going on, she had wrapped some slender fingers around me and slowly began to stroke. My eyes closed as I whimpered a soft, "Oh God..."
She leaned over and whispered into my ear, "You know... I have one guilty pleasure in life..." My hands slowly worked up, groping her breasts when I whispered, "What's that, Steph?" She gave my cheek a soft lick and continued, "I love it when guys cum on my tits... will you cum on my tits?" I nodded quickly as she continued to stroke me, my hips thrusting into her hand. "But you'll have to wait, dear... I want both you and Stan to cum on me... the more the merrier..." She gave me a lusty kiss on the lips (my first kiss as it were) and slipped away, her hand leaving my member.
My eyes remained closed as I slowly relaxed from her grip. Then I was shocked to feel those sweet lips of hers wrap around my head. Her tongue rolled around it slowly as she began to bob up on and down my cock. I gasped as she worked my cock in her mouth, rolling and bobbing around with ease, her hand working my sack and balls with great skill. She knew what she was doing, and damned if she wasn't good.
My hands found her head as I ran them through her hair, her mouth working at me, my breathing heavier and louder as she brought me closer and closer with each passing second, my cock sliding deeper and deeper into her mouth. She sucked faster and harder, my face contorted and I whimpered, "Oh... fuck..." as I shot load after load of my warm cum into her mouth, which she happily swallowed. She didn't quit until I went dry and limp, fairly exhausted.
I sighed and slowly got up as she lie on the bed. "Do you want in me, Evan?" I looked at her for a second, digesting what she had said. Finally, I nodded. She smiled that sexy smile as she opened her legs.
I slowly crawled on top of her and began to kiss her, our tongues meeting in their kisses. My hands drifted slowly down her, groping at her luscious breasts, pinching at her nipples. I broke from her lips and greedily went to her nipple, suckling and nibbling, enjoying the taste of her sweet flesh. I could not get enough. One hand went to her ass while the other spread those sweet lips, pushing two fingers inside of those tight, slick walls. For the first time, part of me was inside a woman's most private area. I continued to tug at the nipple as my fingers worked at her slick walls.
She moaned but yet, pulled my fingers away. "No... not like that..." she took my cock in her hand, stroked it as it grew hard and put it at her opening. I slowly began to push in when Stan opened the door. "Uh-uh... that's all mine, Evan." He smiled as I slowly got up. I sighed and shrugged. As I looked over, Stan was naked. That familiar body of his stood in front of me. "I'm going in!" he said with a smile as he crawled on top of Steph and quickly pushed into her.
She let out a gasp and closed her eyes, letting out a slow, "mmmm" as Stan began to ride her, slowly at first, but quicker and quicker. When her eyes opened, glazed over with pleasure, she gestured me over. Her hand wrapped around my cock and stroked me like a pro as Stan continued to push into her. Her grip tightened as he thrust harder, and her head threw back. Her face changed to that look of pleasure as she moaned his name loudly. He kept thrusting, though, and she kept stroking.
Finally, he pulled out of her. Her other hand went to his cock and stroked him quickly, as quickly as she stroked me. My breathing was heavy, as was his. Our hips pushed into her hand. I closed my eyes, grit my teeth, and moaned and I could hear Stan do the same. I heard Steph whisper breathlessly; "Come on... come on..." as she stroked faster. Finally, I let out one last moan and my sticky seed shot out, covering her breasts and hand. She stroked me until I was soft and when I opened my eyes, I saw those robust breasts of hers covered in a thick, slick coat of cum. Stan was still close as I reached over and chases Steph's hand away and stroked him. Finally, with a final thrust into my hand, he came, coating her breasts and stomach and my hand, which she greedily grabbed and licked clean.
I sat down in the computer chair breathlessly and sighed. Steph smiled happily, smearing our cum all over her. Stan lie next to her, catching his breath. "so... that was interesting..." I commented. "We'll be sure to do it again, hmm?" Steph closed her eyes with a smile and moaned with a lusty joy, "Oh... God... yes..." There was a small silence when Stan chimed in, "So... what are you doing next Saturday?"