Message-ID: <588.repost$980813050745@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Paris Waterman" Subject: NEW: A Friday Night Pickup (MF FF) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980810200140.1157.qmail@hotmail.com> This is the second in what I think will become an ongoing series about a guy I knew a few years ago. Each of the stories can be read separately and is designed to stand on its own. Disclaimer: If you're not legally old enough to read Adult Material, go elsewhere. A Friday Night Pickup 2nd in the Warren series © Paris Waterman 1998  The Bar, was really just that. A bar, a no frills neighborhood joint populated by a young knowledgeable in-group making the late night scene. Historically, it was a converted blacksmith shop, located in New York’s Financial District. The actual bar was small, the patrons clustered around tables that held clam fritters and other appetizers. The drinks were expensive and more than covered the cost of the free food. Music blared from an audiophile’s dream of what speaker’s should sound like. It ranged from Boz Scaggs to Chet Baker. One could safely say it had something for everyone. Only the owner knew the jukebox provided a substantial amount of revenue each week, for it played on long after the bar closed each night. Warren appeared almost magically. He managed to reach the bar and notice the new barmaid before someone spotted him and called his name in warm greeting. "Hey, Warren! How’s it going guy?" A redheaded, freckled-faced stockbroker raised his fuchsia-colored martini in greeting "Great Joey, how’re ya hittin’ ‘em? "Awright guy! Hey, Glenda!" Joey hollered to get the barmaids attention and pointed to Warren. "Give‘im whatever he wants, ‘kay?" Glenda, a striking brunette with a well-deserved hard body, replied "You got it Joey," and moved lithely down the bar to Warren. Joey and several others nudged one another as they waited to see how Warren would treat this one. Several women at various stations within the bar also glanced discretely in his direction. Glenda liked what she saw and gave Warren the benefit of her best smile. "Joey’s buyin,’ what will you have . . ." and made the mistake of adding, "handsome?" Once again Warren used this as an opportunity to confirm his status as a legend among his peers. In a well-resonated baritone, he sang out loud enough to be heard over the jukebox, from which one clever lady was astute enough to reach out with a dainty ankle and pull the plug. "Just bring me two pina coladas I want one for each hand Let's set sail with Captain Morgan Oh and never leave dry land" He wiped his hand across his mouth, and urged the listening customers to join him. Glenda stood there in shock, mouth agape for a moment then quickly began preparing his drinks as Warren resumed singing. "Hey troubles I forgot 'em I buried 'em in the sand So bring me two pina coladas She said goodbye to her good timin' man Hey troubles I forgot 'em I buried 'em in the sand So bring me two pina coladas She said goodbye to her good timin' man" And he drove his fist into the air and two guys to his left joined him glasses raised in the air, as he segued into the chorus. "Bring! - bring! - bring! me two pina coladas" By the next line, most of the people had linked arms or were toasting each other as they all joined in for a rousing finish. "Yeah I want one for each hand Let's all set sail with Captain Morgan Oh and never leave dry land" Warren halted as his pina colada arrived, served by a beaming Glenda. "More, more," the crowd chanted. "All right," Warren smiled, "this crew was meant to suffer anyway. Here goes . . ." Warren: No the troubles I forgot 'em Crowd: Troubles I forgot 'em Warren: I buried 'em in the sand Crowd: I buried HER in the sand Warren: (smiling broadly finishes the song off to great applause) Oh man! "So bring me two pina coladas And say hello to her good timin' man" Warren gestured to Glenda and she came back over to him, and he leaned over the bar and kissed her on the lips. When it ended he whispered to her, "What nights are you off?" Stammering, Glenda answered, "Wednesdays and Thursdays . . .? "Keep Wednesday open. Here’s my number," and he handed her his card, "Call me Monday afternoon, okay?" "Uuuh, yeah . . .sure . . . call ya . . .right." And he moved off to work the crowd, glad handing some, patting this girl on the rear, approaching a petite blonde with a pixie cut and a tattoo partially revealed on her breast from behind and lightly kissing her neck, causing a shriek followed by gales of laughter. Then he spotted the tattoo and did what no one else had the nerve to do - he asked to see it. The blonde never hesitated, she pulled her top to the side to present over half of her breast for his inspection. Of course Warren’s finger traced the lines of the tattoo and ending by circling her nipple before telling her it was the greatest work of its kind he’d ever seen. And he was off again. Everyone touched him one way or another as he moved through the bar. A mousy looking brunette stood off to the side with a girlfriend even more forlorn then her. Warren smiled down at both and told them they were looking great. As he was moving on his hand casually felt the brunette’s inner thigh and moved up to cup her mons. Her legs bucked and her friend caught her before she fell. Warren moved on, oblivious to her condition. Then he spotted Gail. He thought she was a vision. Of course, he’d had six pina coladas by then and the lighting was poor, but his instincts seldom failed him. This time was no exception. Gail was truly lovely, dressed in a white smocked tank top over a full, white flowing skirt with a high side slit, her blonde hair loose, sweeping in a delectable wave over her pretty face. Her small, firm breasts jutted out against the material. Her eyes were lightly lined and she had applied just a trace of lipstick. Warren noticed as he appraised her, that she wore no bra. Even in the dim light, her stubby nipples and the dark shadow of her aureoles were evident. Gail carefully placed her drink in the center of the wet circle on the bar and smiled gently into the mirror behind the bar satisfied with her twenty four year old appearance, which was pretty good since she was only nineteen. Karen had been right, this was just a bar, but it had a lively crowd and the music was as good as it was loud. She bet herself there wasn’t a person in the bar over 30. Discreetly she glanced in Warren’s direction as he approached, and to insure capturing his attention, she leaned back in the chair, tilting it on its swivel hinge, while crossing her legs to reveal a good bit of thigh. Not satisfied with this, Gail resorted to thrusting her chest out even further and lifting her hands to sweep her hair off her neck. Her small breasts thrust out, and the nipples seemed to be bursting through the tank top. She had come here to specifically to see this supposed marvelous male specimen and if he was all Karen said he was, to leave with him. But Gail was not the only female with Warren on their agenda. Warren evaluated the women in the bar again and making his decision rose and approached Gail. He was totally relaxed as he stood next to her, holding his seventh pina colada at waist level and to his side and said in a well-modulated voice, "This sounds corny as hell, but have we met before? You look awfully familiar." She giggled to herself, and leaning forward, turned to face him, closing the distance between them even more. Warren smiled, his white teeth sparkled and Gail took in a surprising amount of information as her eyes swept from his to his lower torso. The thick black hair, his sad, but very alert eyes, the hair on his chest and the black knit shirt he wore with casual elegance. She also noted that other than a wristwatch he wore no jewelry. "I don’t think so," Gail responded with a combination of amusement and enthusiasm. "But you do a great Garth Brooks." Her open hands and wide eyes told Warren more than he needed to know. He reached out and took her hand in his, gazing at it with a kind of reverence. "What are you doing?" she asked, although the lilt in her voice told him she wasn’t offended. Warren ignored her question and said, "Come with me," as he placed his drink on the bar, and he’d continued to hold her hand as they walked through the maze of tables to the right of the bar, stopping to introduce her to his friends and associates. "Mel, this is . . . " he paused to allow Gail to provide her name. "Gail," she said. "Gail," Warren repeated as though to himself. Mel, Gail here is the most desirable woman I’ve met in a long time." And so it went, "Jerry, Jerry, how’ya doing guy? Say, I want you to meet the vivacious Gail, isn’t she gorgeous? Gail would normally have felt like a trophy on display, except for the constant body contact she was luxuriating in with him. He never let go of her hand. One minute his other arm was around her back, then around her waist, He was always close beside her. Their thighs touched with the third introduction and when he made an amusing remark, she used it as a pretext to push her hand against his chest to test its hardness. A moment later, she moved her thigh enough to reestablish contact with his. Suddenly, they were alone in a dark corner of the bar. Gail was surprised to find herself leaning against him and hoping he’d touch her intimately. His mouth was close to hers and she absorbed the sweetness of his breath as he whispered in her ear. "I want you to do us both a favor, okay?" Flushed with the early stages of arousal, Gail answered before thinking. "Sure, Warren. What is it?" "Go into the ladies room and take off your panties and bring them to me." Gail was stunned at the request. But she also felt her pussy contracting as the wet dewdrops formed on her inner lips. "I must be crazy," she said, and attempted a subterfuge, "but a dare’s a dare. You’re on," she said and she said it with enthusiasm. Warren surprised her again. "I’m not daring you to do anything. I want you to take off your panties and come back here," he said this softly, looking directly into her eyes. "If I like the way they smell I’ll take you home and fuck your brains out. Now go!" Gail, not used to being ordered around, hesitated a moment looked into his eyes and then headed straight to the ladies room to follow his instructions, reasoning to herself that she’d come there to seek him out and he was everything Karen had indicated and more, including very different than the normal Friday night Romeo. The ladies room was crowded with women who were applying makeup in front of the mirror and relieving themselves in the three booths. Gail stood next to one waiting for it to become free. Gradually, she became aware that the girl inside the booth was masturbating and getting loud about it. The masturbating girl started to scream as her climax coursed through her body. "Arrrrrrgh! Yes! Oh, Jesus! Yes! Warren! Oooooooh! Yessss!" reverberated throughout the tiled room. Gail, nervous, and feeling conspicuous was mollified to see another woman grinding her clit against the countertop while trying to apply lipstick with a shaking hand. Gail realized the girl had affected everyone in the room. Gail’s pussy was just about drenched by this point and to her great relief, the booth opened and the masturbator emerged. She was a small, mousy brunette who glanced at Gail and said, "Oh, you’re the one with him tonight." And strode unconcernedly to the mirror and began applying blush to her cheeks. Gail caught the booth door on the backswing and entered. It reeked of sex. Hoisting her skirt up and sliding her panties down, Gail squatted and relieved herself. After drying herself with an abundance of toilet paper, it hit her; the masturbating girl had called out his name! "My God," she thought as she automatically touched her clit gingerly with her middle finger and searched for her juices which continued to seep out of her. She knew the other women were waiting for any sounds of masturbation and contented herself with a brief flurry of finger action before following Warren’s instructions and removed her panties. She flushed and left the booth. A petite blonde had her breasts bared and was showing off a tattoo to three other women as she left. She returned to the corner where Warren was waiting. Feeling foolish, but extremely excited from anticipation of what he must be like in bed, she laughed and said, "Do you want them now?" Warren held out his hand and accepted them. He noted their dampness and he sniffed them while staring into her eyes, which faltered and dropped with both shame and arousal. "Just as I thought," he said with a grin, They’re gooey with your juices." After he uttered those words, Gail felt the first indication of an orgasm, and clamped her legs together. "And I might add," he continued, "they are fragrant as hell." He spread them apart so that the crotch was in front of his face and stuck his tongue out to lick the gooeyness. "Ummmm, they taste good, but I’m sure you’ll taste much better Gail," he said with a huge smile. Gail’s knees buckled and he had to catch her before she fell. "Did you just cum baby?" he asked gently. Gail, still reeling from her first climax sans stimulation told the truth. "Yes, ooooh, I . . .I . . ." She felt his cock pressing against her ass as he held her. This prompted yet another wave to wash over her. She could not believe what was happening to her. "That’s all right baby, ride it out. It’s good for you. I’ll support you here while you cum," he whispered in her ear, while grinding his hard cock into the crevice of her ass. "And don’t worry about anyone bothering us. They won’t. I promise." Gail’s breathing began to even out and Warren surprised her once again. "Show me that pretty pussy Gail." "Are . . . Are you . . .crazy," she huffed, still trying to regain her breath. Without waiting any longer, Warren’s hand went up Gail’s skirt through the slit and ground briefly against her damp mons before lifting the skirt up to her waist. He knelt down, holding the skirt aloft and as though performing a routine job, inspected her pussy. Warren stood and dropped the skirt, watching as Gail smoothed it back into position. "You’ve got a great looking pussy, baby," he said off-handedly. "I like it when a girl trims it properly. I like it a lot. Come on, let’s get the fuck out of here." Afraid to pass by the other patrons of the bar, Gail meekly followed Warren out the nearby exit. "Let’s take your car to your place, you can run me back in the morning," he told her. "He’s presuming a hell-of-a-lot," she thought. Then she laughed aloud. "Of course he’s dead right. I do want him to fuck my brains out. I think he can too," and she opened the car doors. As Gail halted the car to check traffic before leaving the parking lot, Warren leaned towards her and whispered in her ear. They were alone and he could have spoken aloud in normal tones, but this whisper provided a climate of the greatest intimacy. "As long as we’re stopped, hoist that skirt back around you’re hips, baby, I want to finger fuck you a little. Gail drew in her breath, as she grew even more excited. Quickly she raised her hips and tugged the skirt up as he requested. He surprised her again by saying "You first Honey. Warm that pussy up for me." Gail held her retort back and slowly lowered a hand to her center and placed a finger at her entrance. "Well," she thought, "I started this in the ladies room, so what if I have an audience of one," and inserted the finger as far into her as it would go. "Would you like a taste," she asked him, withdrawing the finger and holding it in front of his face. "All right," he said, and moved toward her with open mouth. After sucking her finger for a minute or two he removed it and directed it back into her cunt. "Concentrate on you’re driving now and keep that finger going." Then Warren pressed his lips to her neck and began licking, kissing and sucking. Gail started to moan and kept moaning for the rest of the twenty-minute ride. She counted her orgasms. Counting the ones back at the bar, she’d had seven. Each one more powerful than the one before. He covered her neck with hickeys, and as she thrust three fingers into her sopping cunt Warren slipped one and then a second finger up her rectum. She had to stop the car and rode out yet another orgasm on the shoulder of the road. Finally, she parked the car in front of her apartment. "T . .T . .This . . .is . . .is . . ." she shuddered for her climaxes had been relentless. "Okay, baby. Is anyone else up there?" A boyfriend . . .a husband?" "Nn . . .no," she stammered. "K . . . Karen . . .will be . . .be in . . . later. Is that okay?" "Karen?" he mused over the name. "A kinda short blonde with nice pert tits, a great ass. Gives wonderful head?" "I . . .don’t know about the blowjobs, but the rest sounds right." "Well, alright! A little of this; a little of that; and lot’s of calimar. Confused, Gail looked at him and said, "Calimar?" "A royal blowjob baby. Calimar’s the same as head." He casually caressed her ass as he told her this. Enjoying the feel of his hand, she pressed against him. "Let’s get it on, sweet-thighs," he laughed and smacked her ass good-naturedly. Once they were up in the apartment, Gail, always a good hostess, made Warren a scotch on the rocks and handed it to him. "Thank you," he said as his eyes roamed over her body and she began to shiver with expectation. He chuckled, eyes bright and warm, and stretched his arms out to her. Gail rushed to him. Warren lowered his head and they kissed slowly as his tongue slid between her warm, soft, moist lips and explored her mouth. She was equal to the kiss. Tongues explored teeth and gums. Teeth clashed against teeth as the passion began to seethe. She wound her arms tighter around his shoulders and dug her nails into his back, almost tearing through his shirt. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled his smell, a mix of musk, sweat and sex. She ground her sex against him, already verging on another orgasm. Stoking her round firm ass, Warren ended the kiss, and kissed each eye in turn. "You’re beautiful Gail, just fuckin’ beautiful," and he cupped her breasts and fondled them gently, and instantly her nipples shot out stiff and hard in his palms. "Come on ... let's go into the bedroom," she said huskily. "No, not yet, baby," he said gently. "First I want you to suck my prick. Gail sighed and said, "Sure honey. Right here okay?" "Oh, yeah, right here’s fine." She knelt down in front of him and lowered his zipper. "I might as well ditch the pants," he said, and dropped them. Gail hooked her fingers into his black bikini underwear and lowered them to his calves and he shook them off and removed his socks and shoes while Gail stared at his cock, for it was big, long and thick, and still limp. He stoked it a few times before relinquishing it to her care. Gail took his member in her fist, peeling back the foreskin and, after a practice turn at angling her neck to deep throat it, parted her lips, and absorbed his member in her mouth and began to suck it. Now it was Warren’s turn to moan. He told himself for the hundredth time, "Nothing beats a good blowjob, except another good one." "Ahhhhhh, that’s the way, baby . . .Calimar!" he groaned as her tongue laved along the length of his cockhead. Gail appreciated his praise and strove harder to please him, sucking harder. Her head bobbed up and down between his legs. Her mouth felt incredible, warm and inviting, sucking him avidly, swirling, licking, sucking, sucking, sucking. Her hand cupped his testicles, tickling first and then drawing her long nails in a light scratching circular pattern. Feeling euphoric with the power to pleasure she now held in her hands and mouth, Gail naively permitted herself to dream of their future together. Humming contentedly, she changed tactics and drew him deep down into her throat, his pubic hair brushed against her lips. She pulled his cock out and began rubbing it over her face. Teasing the both of them. Her eyes were shut and her face was flushed with lust. Warren moaned softly. Gail mewed as she licked the underside of his shaft. Then she resumed sucking his cock again, wondering when this magnificent stud would gift her with his sperm. She had his buttocks in a firm grip and pulled him even closer and deeper into her hungry mouth. On Warren’s behalf let us say that he continued to fuck her face eagerly, his hot, throbbing cock glistening in the lamp light as it slid in and out of her mouth. He leaned over to squeeze her nipples, finding them firm and hot. Now she was holding him with one hand as the other sought her wet cunt. Still kneeling, she spread her legs apart and in what Warren would later consider one of the most obscene gestures he’s ever seen, ripped her skirt away to reach her objective. He watched as she placed three, then four fingers inside her. He croaked hoarsely, "Baby, go for it, get the whole hand in there!" She stopped sucking his cock for a minute, to whine, "Warren ... lick my pussy! "Go for it first Gail baby!" he rasped, wiping the sweat from his brow and flicking it on the carpet. She sat back and looked up at him, and with a lewd smirk, jerked her legs wide apart, raised her knees and forced her thumb in with the others. It wasn’t long before her hand went in to the wrist and she looked incredulously at Warren as if to ask, "What now?" Warren laughed obscenely. He knelt down and kissed her hard. Her tongue flashed into his mouth with a crazed frenzy. She bit his lower lip and drew blood then sucked it into her mouth to swallow it. "Let’s get something up your ass while we’re at it," he suggested, and wet his fingers in her juices. "Keep twisting your wrist, and try opening and closing your fingers in there. That should bring on a flood baby." Warren lay down a barrage of kisses on Gail’s face and neck, leaving a trail of blood in their wake. Gail tried to raise herself up but failed, her fisting position played hell with her balance, so Warren assisted her to her knees again and using her free hand to steady herself, she presented her ass to Warren. Warren approached her ass as though it were a shrine. He started to trace his fingernails around her puckered pinkish rim. As he continued this, he began kissing her cheeks. Gail began to writhe, "Oh, Jesus! That feels great! Please don’t . . . don’t . . .stop! I . . .I . . . I’m . . .cuming again! Oooooooo! Oooooooo! G . . . G . . . God this is fantastic! As Warren’s finger penetrated her asshole, Gail screamed with pleasure. "Ughhhhh!" she groaned. "Ughhhhh! I . . .I . . .feel like. . . I’m gonna explode! "Do you want me to fuck your ass baby?" he asked as his finger made small circular movements within her rectum. Gail shuddered before replying, "Oh, yeah! But you're so big! Can ya . . .make sure . . ." panting heavily, it was a struggle for Gail to speak, "ya don’t hurt . . . me sweetheart? "Don’t worry baby," he said, manipulating a second finger in, "I’ll try hard not to cause you any pain. But it’s gonna hurt a little now. Is it still okay?" "Ohhhhh, yeah, sure. I . . .gotta tell you . . .wfffffffff! That hurt! But, oh, yes . . . I've dreamed about being fucked there. Yes, fuck my ass!" she said, as she spasmed again. "Huuuuugh! Shit! Oh, shit! I’m cuming! Oooooooh! Oooooooh! Oooooh! I . . . I . . . never fisted before . . . it . . . it’s fanfuckintastic! I . . . don’t know what . . . what’s gonna happen . . . ughhhh! . . . when you fill my . . . shitter! The radio blared out Billy Joel’s, Uptown and the sound prevented them from hearing the door to the apartment open. >From his position, Warren saw Karen enter the foyer. As she froze at the sight in front of her, Warren used his free hand to wave and signal her to be quiet. She nodded, and remained standing frozen in place. Gail, completely unaware of her roommate’s arrival, was unconsciously humping up and down with her hips, eager for Warren’s prick. Warren made a minor adjustment to her position, parting her legs a little, and Gail, her sweat sheened body glowing in the soft lighting continued her frenetic fisting. Positioned on her one forearm and knees, Gail immediately thrust her buttocks up at him, her fine hair sweeping in a lovely curtain over her face, her head turned to one side. "Ready?" Warren asked, lining up his fully erect prick and pressing it against her tight little ring. He found Gail breathing deeply, gasping, "Fuck me, fuck me . . ." Inch by inch, Warren began slide in. Gail yelped, shuddered and groaned, "Time out . . .time out! "What is it?" he asked. "Wait . . . just . . . wait a second . . . I . . . I . . . gotta get my hand out," and with a loud sucking sound she tugged her hand free of her sopping cunt. "Okay baby," she moaned, "fuck away!" The carpet beneath them was soaked and dark with a mix of sweat and Gail’s juices. Warren’s managed to work three inches in and is covered with sweat. Gail is speaking in some private babble, half English, half God knows what. Warren turns his head to confront Karen still locked in place and signals her to strip. She doesn’t, but lifts her dress and pulls her panties to one side as she begins to masturbate. Warren wanting to shield Karen from Gail tells her he’s going to lift her and carry her to the chair where she’ll be more comfortable. This guarantees Gail won’t see Karen for some time. Panting heavily, Gail cries out, "Come on, fuck my ass ... I want your cock in my ass . . . all the way in, come on, fuck it hard!" Warren turned to smile at Karen, flexing his buttocks at the same time. Karen was slowly removing her clothes and now stood next to him wearing only a white garter-belt, thigh-high white hose and high heels. He had figured out what the girls didn’t yet know about themselves ¾ they were bi (well, Karen knew this) and wanted to be dominated by him. "You’re a vision from heaven," he told Gail, shaking his head and showering her with his sweat. Karen sank to her knees behind him and began to fondle his balls. He was much thicker than Gail expected, and she felt the walls of her anal canal tearing as it expanded to allow his entrance. Gail cried out, her head snapping up, her mouth jerking open, her lips drawn back in a rictus, but remained as she was, facing the back of the chair. She managed to worm her hand under her stomach to her clitoris and began to tease it. Warren gripped her hips and slammed his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper into her ass. Gail gasped loudly. "Arghhhhh! Ooooh it hurts! It hurts soooooo good! Baby! Baby! I’m cuming, Oh, shit . . . What’d ya dooooo? I can’t stop cuming! Gail reveled in the feel of his hard, hot, throbbing prick in her ass. Waves of pain and pleasure washed over her. She gathered her thought for a moment to reflect, "If this is what ass fucking is all about I’m all for it." Warren was enjoying Karen’s tongue and placed a hand on her head to signal her to continue. In response, Karen dragged her long nails along his ass cheeks to his hole, leaving a long red welt, and wetting a finger with her saliva, began to screw it into his rectum. He spread his legs wider apart to open his hole to her questing finger and groaned as Karen pressed onward. Flinging his head back, Warren once again released a torrent of sweat around the room. Sucking his belly in, he drove his rigid prick even further into Gail’s ass. Deeper and deeper it went, and Gail cried out in agonized lust as his hot prick seared her channel. "Like it, eh, cunt?" he grunted, nuzzling her neck. "Like my prick in your ass, eh?" "Yes," she whimpered. "Oh god yes!" Warren began to concentrate on holding off his climax. He listened intently to Gail’s babbling and torrent of pleas and promises. "Oh baby, you’re so good, I'll do anything for you . . . I want to give you everything . . . please? Please? I want to be a little pervert for you, a slut, a complete slut . . . I want you to spank me, to whip me properly, whip me all over . . .Will you do that? Whip me hard?" Warren assures her he has every intention of doing just that. Then realizing he can’t hold off any longer, he begins to berate her, hoping it will drive her completely over the edge. "Come on you cunt, that’s what you are ya know, a fuckin’ sniveling little ass sucking, cunt fisting, cocksucker who’ll blow anyone I tell you to. Ain’t that right baby? "Oh, yeah, Warren. Oh, yeah. I’ll suck anything you put in front of me. Oh baby, keep that prick movin’ like that . . .I’m . . . cumin’ again. Oh, Christ . . .it’s sooooo fuckin’ good . . .I never want it to stop . . . Oh, God . . . Oh, God! Warren made his mind up to finish with a flourish. He unflexed his buttocks and slowly slid his brown flaked prick out. Pausing for a fraction of a second, he sighed before skewering her anus again. Gail moaned thickly, her body swaying and undulating erotically under his. His hands glided up to her breasts and grasped her hard nipples and squeezed hard, as he continued to slide out and in. Gail convulsed and spasmed still embedded on his throbbing prick. "Did you mean what you just said baby? He whispered into her ear. "Huh?" she responded almost delirious with pleasure. "You know, about suckin’ anything I put in front of you." "You bet your ass I will, she answered with a lewd and obscene laugh. With that Warren withdrew his cock from her ass with a loud swooshing, sucking sound and presented it to her mouth. "Can . . .can . . . I . . ." "Can you what bitch, you fucking whore, are you gonna deny you just said you’d suck anything I put in front of you?" he screamed, the veins in his neck bulged. A frightened Karen quickly withdrew her finger from his ass and a cowering Gail took his slimey prick between two fingers and guided it into her mouth. > "Ummmph! She gulped as Warren pumped twice and began to ejaculate into Gail’s mouth. "Don’t swallow it!" he told her, "hold it, I’ve got a surprise for you baby.’ Reaching behind him, Warren grasped Karen by the arm and gently pulled her in front of Gail. A shocked Gail almost spit his sperm out. "Waaas disss? Waa . . .ren? "Don’t spill it and don’t swallow it, Gail," he admonished. "Aw, shit, I’m sorry, Gail baby, but she came in just when I was stickin’ it up your ass. Karen and I . . .well, you must know we’ve been fucking for a while. And since Karen was watching us and is probably hotter than a two-dollar pistol, why don’t you just kiss her and swap the cum with her. He gestured with his hands, "Come on, girls get it on." Karen leaned in close to Gail, who was still stunned by this turn of events. Gradually she came around and closed in just above Karen’s open mouth. To Warren it seemed like a slow-motion film, as Gail cautiously allowed the sperm to leave her mouth. It formed a long thin string mix of sperm and saliva and it hung suspended in air for a second before reaching Karen’s wide-open orifice. As the last of it entered Karen’s mouth, they kissed open mouthed for the first time. Karen’s tongue searched Gail’s teeth and gums as Warren’s had earlier. Warren chuckled as he watched a trickle of sperm dribble from the lips of both women. Karen quickly swallowed. The kiss lasted a surprisingly long time. Finally, they broke it, but held one another tightly. Warren ran his hand along Karen’s leg until he reached her wet pussy. A moment later Gail’s hand touched his and recoiled as if shocked. "Put it back Gail." Warren ordered. "Karen will take all the fingers we have to give her, right Karen?" "Right," Karen moaned softly. "Come on, Gail, touch me." He guided Gail’s hand into position and she inserted two fingers into Karen. "Oooooh, that feels sooooo good baby!" "You’re sure?" Gail asked tentatively. "Sure I’m sure . . . do me baby . . .do me!" Warren’s gleaming prick was semi-hard as he offered it to Karen who accepted it and after kissing the head, started licking the underside in a slow languid fashion. "Ahhh, that’s good. I’ve got to lie down. Let’s all move to the bedroom shall we?" Once inside the bedroom Warren asked Gail to make some drinks for everyone and she left the room while Karen continued to fondle his balls and tickle his ass with her fingernails while drawing his long cock deeper into her throat. "You two ever get it on before?" he asked. She withdrew his shimmering cock, holding it with two fingers, watching a string of saliva hanging and stretching longer and longer, failing to snap. "Not yet we haven’t." She reached out and broke the string. "I want to, but she’s . . . kinda prudish. I think she wanted to, but . . ." "Let’s fix that, shall we?" and he laughed aloud. Gail returned with the drinks and everyone relaxed on the bed as they were consumed. "Gail," Warren said, "did you enjoy our session?" "Except for the very last part, yes," she said softly. "You did come to the bar looking for me didn’t you?" "Yes," she replied in an even softer tone. "Do you remember making some promises out there?" Biting her lower lip, Gail paused before answering. Karen was licking her lips, hanging on every word. "Yes," she said, hardly discernible. "What? Speak up, I didn’t hear you," he said evenly. She looked up for the first time and answered in a normal tone, "Yes, goddamnit I do!" Flushed with anger, Gail continued, "Do you mind if I ask where the hell you’re going with this?" "Not at all," he said kindly. "Do you recall saying, ‘I'll do anything for you . . . I want to give you everything . . . please? Please? I want to be a little pervert for you, a slut, a complete slut . . . I want you to spank me, to whip me properly, whip me all over . . .Will you do that? Whip me hard?’ " "Ohhh Jesus, what have I done?" Gail cried and tears streamed down her face. "Hey, hey," he crooned, "remember you set out to pick me up. Didn’t you enjoy every fuckin’ minute of it?" He paused, absentmindedly running his hand along Karen’s thigh to her mound. Gail tossed her hair and her small breasts jiggled temptingly as she wiped at her eyes. "I’m not plannin’ on selling you to a white-slaver or anything," Warren said, his voice murmured quietly. "We just had great sex," and he ran his fingers lightly across her neck, causing a tremor to course through Gail’s body. "And we’re gonna have more of the same, if you’ll give us a chance." Gail’s head jerked up and she stared at the two of them. "Us?" she said, feeling a queasiness ripple through her belly. Warren sensed her reaction and strove to placate her. "Yeah, us." And he gestured towards Karen. "You live with Karen . . . you just had your fingers in her and you two kissed each other for an eternity . . ." "But I don’t wanna fuck Karen . . . I like guys . . .not girls . . ." Slowly her head drooped, and the tears resumed falling. "Okay baby, okay. Let’s try something different here. I’m gonna do you again, Okay? Just close your eyes, spread your legs and relax," he said soothingly, and the emotionally exhausted Gail lay back on the bed and spread her legs for him. Warren carefully placed a pillow under her behind and lifted her legs onto his shoulders. Then he bent down to place a tender kiss on her labia. "Oooooooooh," she moaned and placed a finger in her mouth. Her eyes were closed and her pelvic muscles were already twitching. "Ya know, baby, you’re the hottest bitch I’ve fucked in a long, long time. You relax now. I’m gonna take my time, cause I’m gonna do Karen too. Just don’t go to sleep on me," he teased. She giggled, mollified now that she and Karen were not going to have sex. "Hey, baby," he said softly, I’ve got an idea, and his finger entered her oozing pussy. "Oooooooh, Warren, that feels sooooo good!" She sighed, "Soooo good." I’m gonna do this for a while," and he eased a second finger in and reached around to her anus to find that hole still open enough to take two fingers from his other hand. "How’s this," he whispered in her ear just before sticking his tongue in it. "Christ! Ohhh, Warren! That’s good! Ohhhh! Jeeze," and her voice choked up, it won’t be long at this rate." Warren looked at Karen who was licking her own nipple and winked back at him. "I’m goin’ as slow as I can baby," he said softly. "Would you like me to blindfold you? And then after you cum this time, I’ll spank you. You’ve been a bad girl today haven’t you?" "A blindfold?" "Yeah, it adds to the excitement," he said to reassure her. "I haven’t been spanked in a long time. Ya won’t hurt me will ya?" "No. In fact I’ll give you a code word. If you want me to stop just say Yellow." "Yellow. And you’ll stop?" "That’s right and Karen will make sure I do, won’t you?" "Of course I will. Don’t worry Gail it will go just fine." Karen had the blindfold in her hand and tied it around Gail’s face. Then Warren turned Gail onto her stomach and took two Velcro ties and secured her hands to the headboard. Before she could register a protest he was doing the same to her legs. "What . . . why tie me up?" She cried. "Just so you don’t move too much. This is gonna hurt a bit you know." Warren shoveled a hand under her belly and resumed finger fucking her moist pussy. Gail scrunched her butt as high as she could to permit his hand to roam. "Oooooo yes, I love that. But, baby . . . don't hurt me too much, please?" "No baby, nice and easy. Remember your safe word." And he glanced at Karen and was amused to find her squeezing her breasts together and pulling on her nipples, stretching them out and then sucking on them. He sat on the edge of the bed admiring Gail’s firm cheeks, before asking, "Have you done this before Gail?" "No, no, never. But I've thought about it a lot." Warren smiled, impressed with her eagerness and stroked her cheeks languidly, almost caressing them. He looked over to Karen and raised his arm in preparation to delivering the first smack. Karen is frantically humping her fingers, and the wet, slurping sound carries over to Gail, causing her to ask with some alarm, "What . . .What’s going on there? What’s that noise?" "Karen’s getting a little carried away with herself," he said soothingly, and she’s gonna suck me while I do you. He was smiling at Karen, whose eyes were shut. Warren lowered his hand and instead of a smack, he began exploring Gail’s sopping wet cunt. Gail moaned in anticipation. "I . . . I . . . promise to be a real good girl . . . real good . . ." she whimpered, as she bit her lip. She's extremely wet, and is unconsciously humping up and down with her hips, eager for something, anything. Warren suddenly slapped her right cheek hard, then the left. He continued alternating the spanking until a dozen smacks were delivered. Then he paused. Gail was grimacing with the pain, but hadn’t cried out. "How about another round Gail? Are you up for it?" "Oh, yes please!" she responded quickly. Tell me what Karen’s doing?" "Is Karen helping you get excited?" He crooned into her ear as he slid two fingers inside her and moved them in a circular fashion. "Oh . . . Oh, God! Oooooh, Oh, it's so good. Please, please . . . I'm, oh, am I going to come?" Gail cried out in astonishment, as Warren’s hand starting whacking her again. "Yessssssssss! I . . is . . . she coming from watching . . . . me? "Are you cuming Karen?’ Warren asked in a hoarse voice. Karen never opened her eyes, but responded as she came. "Nauggggh! Naugggggh! Aaaah! F . . .F . . .Fuck yeah!" Karen yelled loudly. "Ooooooh yeah! This is a great cum! T . . . Thh . . .Thank . . . you Gail honey!" That sent Gail over the top and humping up and down, in rhythm with his smacks she too started cuming. "Oooooooh Christ! I . . .I . . .don . . .don’t believe this! I . . . Can’t cum like this! It’s too fucking powerful!" Still, Gail shifted her position to present her ass for another round of smacks, letting out a long moan filled with lust and craving. Karen’s lying next to her on the bed, legs spread wide apart and panting, pleading incoherently, whimpering, "Yes, yes . . ." Warren leaned over Karen and kissed her softly on the mouth. Prompting her back to reality. "Ummm," she sighed. "I think Gail’s ready for you now baby," he said, his voice bearly audible. "Uhhhh," she moaned quietly, "Ohhhh yes, uhhh, ohhhh, God yes! Thank you Warren." Karen reached over and freed her hands and legs. Then she ran her fingers around behind Gail’s head, removing the blindfold and tossing it aside. Karen put both hands on Gail’s head, tangling her hair in her fingers and eventually pulled Gail’s mouth to hers. She kissed Gail very deeply for some minutes. When they pulled back, Gail was rapidly changing her opinion on bi-sexual behavior. "Oooooh, wow! That was soooo nice. Karen, please . . . kiss me again," she asked plaintively. Almost by instinct, Gail’s hips began moving in a bucking motion, and she discovered she was now rubbing her very wet cunt against Warren’s thigh, soaking his leg thoroughly, pulling it toward her in such a way that it appeared she was trying to swallow him with her sex. Gail felt another orgasm approaching. As she let loose an anticipatory guttural scream, she heard Karen off in the distance saying, "She's coming again Warren," and felt Karen place the tip of her index finger against her anus. Karen’s other hand went immediately to Gail’s now slightly swollen lips, lingering here and there as she stoked them. She knew how sensitive they were from all that had proceeded. Gail’s eyes were closed and she was breathing rapidly as her hands clenched the sheet tightly, pulling it from its mooring around the mattress. Warren had gotten up and was dressing. "Are you okay baby?" Karin asked. Gail nodded, and Karin slid a fingertip inside the now very red, swollen lips. Gail opened her eyes, looked up and locked eyes with Karen. The finger slowly slid into her cunt to its full length, and fluttered. Gail groaned. "Muuuuuhh! Muuuh . . . pussy! She wailed. "What about your pussy baby?" Karen crooned and took a nipple into her mouth. "Aughhhhh!" Gail moaned joyously. This delightful sensation caused her hips to buck again as she stove to compel Karen’s finger in deeper. Karen, evidently very knowledgeable in this area, withdrew it a bit. And Gail’s hips settled back down, but she cried out in longing at its withdrawal. Karen reverted to stroking and rubbing, going about this much longer than necessary. Warren finished dressing, checked on the girls again and quietly left the apartment. Gail’s breath was coming in short gasps and her belly tightened as Karen's fingers found all her hot spots. Her pussy had never felt this sensitive before. Karen’s manipulation had every nerve in her pussy and stomach screaming. She was verging on combustion. Gail groaned and writhed, still clutching the sheet tightly in her hands. "Would you like me to stop," Karen teased quietly, her fingers still busy, sensing Gail’s need to be finished off. "No. That feels wonderful." Gail snorted, as she continued to gasp for air. Karen slid two of her long, carefully polished fingers deep into the inflamed cunt. She brought exquisite delight to Gail as she very slowly pumped them in and then just as slowly, drew them out and watched the strong emotions of lust flicker across Gail’s face. Karen casually leaned down and let her hot tongue run up and down the very swollen outer lips. Gail whooped at the touch of the tongue and groaned loudly. "My God, that's good. Oh, Oh." Karen continued to lick. Gail continued to groan. This continued for some time. "I want to eat you," Gail moaned. "I want to taste your cunt, Karen . . . please?" "Yes, oh . . . yes . . .eat me Gail. Put your tongue in me." She was almost cuming herself as Gail unleashed this uninhibited display of feminine arousal. Gail swiveled around and rearranged Karen as she leaned back resting her weight on one arm. Gail bent Karen’s leg so that it would help support her and pushed the other out to the side, thereby presenting her cunt as a tempting target. Karen stared at her, amazed at the manipulation and then it was her turn to gasp, as Gail took Karen’s hand and had her start to finger herself. This Karen did, all too gladly. Then without warning, Gail drove her face down onto Karen’s cunt and started lapping like a dog. Her groans of passion were muffled deep within Karen’s cunt. As their lovemaking progressed, Gail learned of a repressed desire of her own, a fondness for Karen’s long, thick, excited, erect nipples. And, although she tensed up when Karen cupped and then squeezed her breasts, she found it so pleasing she relaxed and discovered herself kissing Karen again and again. Slowly and deeply, probing and intensifying the heat. The heat that had both girls ravaging the other’s pussies using the classic 69 position when Gail’s climax hit. And Gail nearly threw the two of them off the bed with its force, as it flashed from her lower abdomen, then through the lower part of her body and ended in her toes. Karen followed seconds later, cuming with an equally violent force. Exhausted and sweaty now, Gail collapsed in a breathy heap on the bed, throwing her arms over her head. As her breathing returned to normal, Karen kissed her softly on the lips, lingering over the tip of her tongue as if she were memorizing every taste bud, and said, "I like the way you change your mind." "Ummmmmm," Gail sighed, "Glad I did. Hey! Where’s Warren? "Oh baby," Karen cooed, "we won’t be needing him for a while will we?" They held each other tight as they giggled into each other’s ear. The End   If you enjoyed this, more can be found at: http://www.members.xoom.com/Pandas_Pen/index.html -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----