by Tammy Goaren
“Bedroom,” Andy said to Liz, breaking off the kiss. She stood, stumbling slightly as she helped Carlos up. His hands returned to her waist, pulling her in for a deep kiss. Andy swallowed a jealous growl as he pulled both of them by their wrists towards Liz’s bedroom. Luckily, it was upstairs, far enough away from the old man’s room. They could make plenty of noise without calling attention to their activities, and Andy planned on there being plenty.
As the bedroom door closed behind them, Andy pulled off his shirt. Carlos started fumbling with his own belt, but Liz swatted his hands away, pushing him to the mattress. Andy took over as Liz undressed. He pulled Carlos’s belt off, slipped his pants down, exposing his uncircumcised penis, fully erect and ready for attention. But Andy ignored it for now, slipping his hands over Carlos’s chest, inside of his shirt. Carlos let out a small groan, and looked over to where Liz stood watching.
“You like her body?” Andy murmured, yanking Carlos’s shirt up over his head, throwing it to Liz’s feet. She made a small twirl, showing off the angles of her body.
“I do,” Carlos said. His voice trembled around the words as his hand arrived at his cock. Andy watched Carlos lazily stroke himself, and he stood up. He let his jeans fall to the floor and pulled off his socks. Then he returned his attention to the naked man before him. His muscles were strong from years of riding and hard labor. They danced beneath his skin as Liz leaned over him, tracing her lips and tongue over the planes of his chest. His hands stopped moving as she found a nipple and gave it a small bite.
“Come here,” Liz said, holding a hand out to Andy. He sat at Carlos’s other side, and Carlos sat up. Liz pushed gently to position them all where she wanted, and Andy smiled at the hungry look on her face. He loved when she did this, when she knew so exactly what it was that she wanted. And she was never shy about enjoying herself. Andy and Carlos sat facing each other, and Liz grabbed their cocks, one in each hand. She lowered her mouth to Carlos’s first, licking down the length of him before taking him deep.
Andy stared at his face as Liz worked her hand over his dick head. He knew what Liz’s mouth felt like, knew the strength and texture of her tongue. Imagining that for Carlos, seeing the complete ecstasy on his face, it pulled a deep groan out of his throat, one that was cut short as Liz repositioned and repeated the experience for Andy. The warmth, the moisture, the rhythm that she built up to as her head bobbed up and down. Carlos tangled a hand in her dark hair, pushing her head down to take Andy deeper. It was a rush, such a complete escape. The world melted away until he felt Liz gag. He pulled her up, and stared into her teary eyes, and let her breathe for a moment before kissing her, tasting himself and Carlos on her lips. Andy’s fingers traced over Liz’s spine, and she broke off the kiss as Carlos’s hands cupped her breasts. One of his hands slipped down over her trimmed bush and gripped her slit. Andy let one of his hands wrap around Carlos’s cock, still slick with Liz’s spit. Liz did the same for Andy, and they spent a moment just feeling each other, connected by the grip of each other’s fingers.
Liz let out a sharp moan as one of Carlos’s fingers entered her. Her head fell to the side as she stared down at it. Andy watched too, mesmerized by the sight. Carlos leaned in, and Andy met his gaze. With Liz moaning between them, they kissed over her shoulder. They pressed together tight enough that no one could move, and Liz became impatient, breaking away from the two men. She lay down on her back, spreading her legs, her entire body an invitation. Carlos easily obliged her, burying his face in between her legs, licking and kissing around her inner thigh. She shuddered and grinned, enjoying herself. Andy could only imagine what that stubble felt like in such a tender area. He stroked himself, repositioning to put his cock back in Liz’s lovely mouth. She accepted him easily, the angle giving the perfect amount of access. Carlos pulled back, watching as Liz pleasured Andy, and Andy watched as two of Carlos’s fingers disappeared into Liz’s pussy. He watched as she rocked into his hands, as he stabbed them into her over and over, gaining momentum. Liz’s mouth opened around Andy’s cock, and the feel of her breath sighing over him was enough to make him want to beg. And then, her mouth closed over him again, taking away any of the cold feeling of the air.
Chapter 3
Carlos pulled back, rubbing at his forearm. He was beginning to cramp, it seemed. After a powerful deep-throat, Andy allowed Liz to breathe. He pulled her around and took over where Carlos had left off, determined to have Liz come. The night was going to last a while, but he wanted Liz to have the first orgasm, wanted Carlos to see it happen. He hooked his fingers to access Liz’s g-spot, and she gasped in surprise and pleasure. Her toes started to curl and she said the magic words.
“I’m so close, oh fuck,” she sighed, gasping and writhing. Carlos slipped his fingers into Liz’s mouth, the ones that he had been fucking her with, let her taste herself on them. Andy felt his forearm start to wear out, but picked up the pace as he watched her suck on Carlos’s fingers. His other hand went to Liz’s breast, teasing a nipple between his finger and thumb. She whimpered into Carlos’s hand, about to crash over the edge. Andy knew it, felt her muscles start to convulse as she moaned and formed half of words that she couldn’t finish, and she came with such force that Andy’s fingers almost fell out of her.
Panting, Liz untangled herself from their embrace, straightening up and reaching out for a kiss. Carlos tried to pull her close, but Andy grabbed his shoulder. He pulled the other man to him, and pressed their foreheads together. They each used one hand to press their cocks against each other, stroking themselves together. Andy stared, the sensation so familiar and yet so new. Liz’s breasts pressed into his back as she nibbled his ear.
“Fuck,” Carlos groaned, knocking his head against Andy’s. They both backed off. Andy couldn’t suppress a grin. Carlos was closer to coming than either of them had thought. Liz was growing impatient as well, ready for more. Andy laid her down, and positioned Carlos to sixty-nine her. As Liz started tonguing Carlos’s balls, Andy lay down behind Carlos, and gave a quick lick to his asshole. He didn’t seem to dislike it; anything but. He leaned into Andy’s mouth, small sounds of satisfaction spilling out of his throat.
“Ahh,” Liz moaned, watching the rimjob happening above her. “God, fuck me already,” she pleaded.
Carlos freed her reluctantly, and Andy flipped her over. He pushed her face back to Carlos’s cock as he prodded teasingly at her hole with a finger. Liz looked back over her shoulder, her face twisted up with desire and want. She was soaked with her arousal, come, and spit. It would be so easy to just slip inside her, to fuck her hard and enjoy every moment of the experience, but he couldn’t let it go so simply. He slid his shaft up and down her slit, savoring every small shudder and gasp. But he didn’t enter her until she returned her attention to Carlos. His hands guided her head back to him, and once his eyes slid closed, Andy thrust deep, completely entering her pussy. She moaned in delight, using his thrusts to set the pace of her blowjob. She sighed over Carlos’s cock, and he finally gave into the sensations, coming in her mouth as Andy fucked her from behind.
“Holy hell,” he groaned as she added suction, almost enough to hurt.
It was a familiar habit of hers, one that she thought was funny, but Andy gave her ass a quick smack. She released Carlos, leaning into the blow. Andy gave her another spank, loving the sight of her flesh rippling out from the impact. The arousal was so fierce and sudden, Andy knew that he wasn’t going to last very long. He had to let go. It was such a deep feeling, a surge of energy that could only have one ending: complete release.
“Baby,” he said, his voice filling up his chest. The energy escalated and finally spilled over. Andy pulled out and started masturbating, spraying come over Liz’s back. He rubbed the gobs of come into her skin and let her flop over, her fingers lazily playing with her pussy.
“I guess you’re done, then?” she asked with a small pout.
“You wore me out,” Andy growled, kissing her breast. Carlos tried to
stand up, perhaps feeling a bit awkward after everything, but Andy pulled him close. “You too,” he said, kissing Carlos’s cheek.
Liz’s masturbating became less lazy as she watched the two men, watched as Carlos kissed Andy full on the mouth.
“You guys sure know how to have some fun,” Carlos said with a small laugh. He put a hand on Liz’s thigh, and she smiled. She sat up, apparently saving her stamina for later. She gave Carlos a kiss, and then Andy as well.
“You guys are great. But it’s time to get dressed. Go home. It was a long day today, and it looks like tomorrow is going to be even longer,” she said, tossing Andy’s jeans at him.
“Tomorrow?” Carlos asked. “What do you mean?”
“My birthday,” Liz said with a winked as she left the room, probably going to clean herself up. Andy and Carlos looked at each other and they shared a laugh. Andy hoped that he could work up the energy for an even better time tomorrow.
STORY THIRTY
CHAPTER ONE
I was just 8 years old when my mother married Tom. When I was 10 years old she left the both of us. For years I wondered why my mother had left me, had she not loved me? I mean I was her flesh and blood.
Tom was a great step-father, he loved me like his own daughter. I often wondered how someone who wasn’t related to me could be so kind. As I grew up he would become my confidant on more than one occasion.
I loved Tom like no one else in the world. He knew that my mother having left me had made a huge scar on my pride and heart. Often he would be the one who would cheer loudest at my volleyball games. He would look down from the stands with pride, like I was his own.
I guess that was what drove me to be closer to him than I should have been. I looked up to him as more than my step-father. As I began to grow into my body, it changed and I blossomed.
My small body soon became that of a young lady. I had breasts and everything, along with the attention of the boys at school.
Tom was worried about the boys taking advantage of me and me falling for their lies. See my mother had me when she was quite young and Tom thought that perhaps that was what led to her leaving us both.
I couldn’t blame her, becoming pregnant with me at 16 had to be rough. But I was bound and determined to be nothing like my mother. Sure I loved the sweet words the boys would whisper in my ears. However, I never let them do more than sweet talk me, not even a simple kiss.
Would it have led to more? I don’t know, but honestly I was worried that they would convince me to let them touch me in other ways. See I couldn’t help but wonder what sex would feel like.
“Tom, can you tell me what sex is like?” I asked him one morning as we sat at breakfast. I had just turned 18 years old yesterday.
I had to laugh when he spit out his cereal into the bowl and about had a heart attack. “Sally, I really don’t know how to explain sex to you. But I can tell you that you should wait for the special person. Someone who loves you and isn’t just trying to get into your pants. That’s what these boys at school are doing right now. They just want to have sex with you. I’m sorry for the crude language, but it’s true.” He explained.
“What’s the difference? I mean yeah I’ve heard girls at school saying they were, you know what, with their boyfriends.” I didn’t feel quite right saying the f-word in front of him. “They say it’s really nice.”
He sat quiet for a few minutes, I could tell he was thinking of something to say, or the right words to use. Finally he spoke. “There is making love and having sex, or fucking. They are completely different. Having sex is just about getting your rocks off. There might be a little feeling between the two people, but not as much if you are making love.”
“So what is making love?” I asked. I was curious and quite frankly getting a little turned on by the conversation.
He cleared his throat. “You know I don’t know if I feel really comfortable talking to you about this. Really this is something that a mother should explain to a daughter.”
“Yeah but she left me with you, she didn’t love me.”
“Sally now you don’t know she didn’t love you. She just was feeling overwhelmed. Remember she had you at such a young age, and didn’t have much time to enjoy her youth.” He stated.
“Yeah but if she loved you wouldn’t she have stayed too. I mean she didn’t love either of us enough to be around us?” I questioned.
Tom shook his head. “You know Sally I’m not sure if she really loved me, or was looking for someone to take care of you. When I first met her she was depressed and talking about all the wasted time. I guess I should have known that she was going to leave eventually. But I met you and I knew that you were something special. I wanted to take care of you and hoped that I could help your mother feel better. I guess my wish didn’t work out quite well. But look now I have a great step-daughter, one who is the star of the volleyball team.” He smiled brightly.
“Thanks, I appreciate it. But could you please tell me what making love is, I really would like to know how it’s different?” I pushed.
He sighed heavily. “I guess it’s better you learned these things from me than some young boy who claims he loves you. Making love is when you feel something between each other. You both love one another. There is a special connection when you touch. You explore each other fully, not only in your body, but mind and soul. Making love is an amazing feeling and something that can’t be matched. When you have that connection you don’t want to lose it. You hope that you and this person will always have the bond.”
“Did you and my mom have that?” I asked curious. I didn’t remember ever hearing them in their room at night. But of course I was young, and went to bed fairly early. For all I knew they had made love as I slept the night away.
“I had thought that at first, and maybe we did a bit. But it was more one sided. I loved your mother, but she wasn’t really the type of woman who wanted to give her heart away.”
“Why haven’t you dated since she left?” I asked the next obvious question. I mean he had to want to have sex once in a while.
He laughed a little. “I didn’t want to bring a woman into the picture who might not love you like I do. There were some women I had thought of dating, but when it came down to it I didn’t do it. Instead I decided to raise you and watch you grow into a wonderful woman. You know you’re 18, what do you want to do for your birthday?” He changed the subject. Tom was no idiot he knew I would want to discuss my birthday. It would save him the prying I had been doing.
“I don’t know. Maybe just a nice dinner and a movie. Nothing big.” I admitted.
“No big party with your friends?” He asked.
“Well they want to do something on the weekend. We have finals this week, and all of us need to study.” I laughed.
“Well I guess we could do something little and then on the weekend you can enjoy the time with your friends.”
I looked at my watch and saw that I was now running late for school. “Oh man, I’m going to be late.” I jumped up and gave Tom a hug from behind. My breasts brushed up against his back and I could feel my nipples harden as they felt his firm back. Tom leaned into me a little, and made me want to linger where I was. But I really had to leave. He kissed my forehead and watched me leave.
CHAPTER TWO
The whole way to school I couldn’t stop thinking about how my nipples had hardened when they touched his back. Maybe it was all that talk about making love and having sex. The comparison had made me know that I didn’t want to just pick any boy for my first time.
All day at school Tom’s words ran through my head. The connection between two people, someone who really loved you, someone special. I knew that Tom loved me like no one else, and I loved him. Would he be a good choice for my first time?
I had to admit that Tom was quite handsome. His black hair was trimmed short, he had a moustache and beard that were trimmed perfectly. His body was firm from working out and running every day. I could still feel the
muscles of his back as they rubbed on my nipples.
Get ahold of yourself Sally, I thought. I had to concentrate on school work, not Tom and what I know knew I wanted from him for my birthday. I wasn’t sure if he would go for it though. But part of me had to wonder. After all he had to know what he had made me feel this morning, and he leaned into me. He had seemed to rub his back against my breasts, making my nipples ache for more attention.
Rushing home from school I ran to my bedroom. I couldn’t stand all this sexual tension anymore. Although I had never let a boy touch me, I knew very well how to masturbate. My friend’s stories about having sex had often left me feeling horny when I got home. So on more than one occasion I had pleasured myself with my own hands.
I lay back on the bed, naked, my fingers running over my pussy lips. I thought of how it would feel if Tom was touching me. I pinched one of my nipples as I thought of the firmness of his back rubbing on them. I wonder what his mouth would feel like sucking on my breasts. I thought about it and rubbed my clit a little faster.
My breathing was coming quicker as I thought of Tom sucking my breasts and touching me. I was close to cumming and I moaned out his name. “Oh Tom, yes that’s it.”
My orgasm was nice and it helped me feel more relaxed. I only wish I knew that Tom would be a willing helper to taking my virginity. I wondered how I could seduce him.
*****
I had come home early and looked for Sally. She wasn’t down in the living room or kitchen. So I made my way up the stairs and heard a noise coming from her room.