Date: Tue, 09 Mar 1999 23:14:22 -0000
From: woodrow_h@hotmail.com
Subject: showdown

This is a work of pure fiction.  It describes homosexual and bisexual
acts in detail.  It is not meant to be seen by those not of legal age.
If you are not of age or offended by homosexuality, please don't
read further.
Comments and criticism may be addressed to Woodrow_h@hotmail.com.

				 Showdown

Jim and I kissed and petted until we were both hard again, repeating the 69
twice before I finally left about 2:00 AM.  I was beat and sore from all the
exertion, and I fell asleep immediately on gaining my bed.  It was almost
noon when I awoke, and that was only because the phone was ringing.
It was mom.  She explained that she and Dave had stayed out late and had
decided to spend the night at his house.  She would be home Sunday afternoon.
She apologized for leaving me alone so long, and told me to look in the
drawer of her dresser for a $10 bill.  I should treat myself to a hamburger
out and a movie.  Again she said she hoped I wouldn't be bored, and I
assured her that I would find something interesting to do.  (If she could
have seen the smile on my face as I said that, it would have triggered the
Inquisition all over again.)
Hanging up the phone, I went into her bedroom and opened the drawer.  Her
panty hose were all wadded up and I had to fish for awhile before coming
up with the money.  As I was putting the panty hose back I got a wierd
compulsion to feel what they would be like on me.  I stripped out of my
clothes and sat on the side of the bed.  It's quite a struggle to put
those things on, but somehow I finally succeeded.  The sleek tight nylon
smashed the hair on my legs into little spider web shapes.  My cock began to
stiffen and I lifted it up so that it pressed against my belly.
I looked at myself in the full length mirror on the back of the bedroom
door.  Strangely it made me feel real hot, and I wondered what would be
Jim's reaction to see me like this.
Taking the steps two at a time, I bounded into my room and over to the
window on the chance that Jim would be there and notice me.  As luck would
have it, he was not in the room.  I returned to my mom's room, put on my
clothes over the panty hose and walked out the door.  Terrified that one
of the neighbors would see me and notice, I walked quickly to Jim's door
and rang the bell.
He answered almost immediately and invited me in.  Now I felt awkward as
hell.  Was he going to laugh at me?  Would he think I was a prize moron?
With the memory of the hot sessions we had shared last night still burning
in my brain, I decided to take a chance.
"I...I..wanted to show you something."  I blurted it out and feverishly undid
my pants and let them drop to the floor.  My dick was still rock hard and
straining for relief from it's nylon captor.  Jims eyes glinted hotly as
he dropped to his knees.  Without a word he began running his tongue over the
nylon covered shaft, soaking the fabric with his saliva.  I was feeling so hot
that less than a minute passed before I felt my load spurting into the fabric.
Almost immediately it felt cold, and I rolled the panty hose down.  I sat on
the couch and pulled them off.  Jim took them from me and immediately began
putting them on himself!  His hard cock was pressed against his left leg as
he stood before me.  I licked at the damp nylon, tasting my own cum and
feeling the hardness beneath.  In a few minutes I sensed that Jim was ready,
and he began shooting his load into the already soiled panty hose.
Suddenly I felt ashamed.  I had defiled my mother's clothes not only with
my own sperm but Jim's as well.  How could I wash them without mom knowing?
Jim peeled off the pantyhose and put them on the coffee table in front of us.
"Geez," I said, "I have no idea how to wash those things.  Do you?"
"Not a clue," he replied, "but I don't think you wash them in a machine.
I think it would tear them up."
"Yeah, I'll try washing them in the sink.  I don't know what I'd say if
my mom asked how they got dirty."
"It would be an interesting moment," said Jim with a wry smile, "Good luck!"
I jammed the pantyhose in my pocket and went home.
I washed the hose in the bathroom sink and hung them over the shower curtain
to dry.
Right then I didn't feel like another session with Jim, so I grabbed my
basketball and walked up to the park.  As I dribbled the ball on the walk
nagging questions flooded my mind.  Did what Jim and I had done confirm
that we were gay?  Was I going to be called a faggot, a fruit, or a pansy when
someone inevitably found out about me?
I had thoroughly enjoyed what we had done, but did I want that to be the
only sex life I would have?  My mind returned to Gloria.  Did I still want
her?  Most definitely!  I remembered the $10 in my pocket, and
resolved to ask her out at the first opportunity.
That opportunity came up quicker than I expected, as she was at the park
watching the guys playing basketball.  She was dressed in white skintight
spandex tights with rolled down bobby socks and hiking boots.  She had on a
tunic sweater which accentuated more than understated her large bosom.  The
long jet black curly hair made her look not half bad.  More than ever I
wanted to fuck her.
Suddenly shy, I walked up to her.  "Want to shoot some hoops?"
"I'm not the athletic type," she said, "movies are more my thing."  She
gave me an impish smile.  "When are you going to take me?"
I knew I was blushing, but tried to say it as casually as if I did it all the
time:  "How about tonight?"
"Sure," she replied, "what time?"
"What if I met you at the soda shop around 6:30?"
"Hold it buster, people who take me out have to meet my parents.  You can
pick me up at home so they can see you."
The prospect of meeting the parents of somebody I intended to fuck wasn't
thrilling, but to play the game you have to pay the price.  I took down her
address and started shooting hoops.
Two of her girlfriends came along, and she waved goodbye as she walked off
with them.  My interest in basketball left me and I decided to go home.
I took a shower and decided what to wear for the evening, dress slacks,
a white shirt and a sweater.  Looking preppy would not hurt the impression
her parents would get, and maybe Gloria would be impressed.  Still naked
from the shower, I laid everything out on the bed.  I looked over at Jim's
window but decided that I would save myself for Gloria.  It would be hell
if I couldn't get it up for her, and if my quest were unsuccessful, I
could always see him after I took her home.
I played on the computer until 5:00 and then went upstairs to dress.  I was
going to be punctual, and I still had to eat dinner.  I was just pulling
on my sweater when the doorbell rang.
I ran down the stairs and answered it.  Jim stood there smiling at me.
"I didn't see your mother's car and wondered if you were going to be alone
tonight again."  He looked at my fancy clothes and raised an eyebrow.  "Hot
date tonight?  You certainly don't have to get dressed up for me."
I felt strange.  I hoped he wasn't going to be hurt that I was going out,
but what the hell!  A guy has a life beside that.  It's not like we were
marrried or anything.
"Yeah," I said, "I've had my eye on her for quite awhile."
Jim looked disappointed, but gave me a wink.  "If you need any help with her,
you know where I am.  Have fun."
He left, and knowing he was a bit put off made me feel ambivalent.  I was
tempted to go over and explain to him why I was doing this, but I wasn't
sure myself.  Was I trying to convince myself that I was someone I wasn't?
I didn't want him to think that I had just used him and was now dumping him.
Showing up at his door after the date would hardly make him feel better about
it either.  I was suddenly quite a confused young man.
I ate my hamburger and fries at McDonalds' and walked to Gloria's house,
arriving 15 minutes early.  Hoping I wouldn't seem to eager, I rang the bell.
Her father opened the door and welcomed me in.  If I had been nervous before
I was doubly so now, as the man was built like a bull and had a grip like a
vise.  He motioned me to a chair after I awkwardly stated the obvious that I
was there for Gloria.  Her mother, a dumpy looking woman with a mustache and
tits twice the size of Gloria's came in with a plate of cookies.  "You wanna
some milk?"  Her accent was even thicker than her husband's.
I took a cookie and declined the milk, hoping that Gloria would come and
rescue me from my discomfort.  I was on my fourth cookie when she finally
came tripping into the room.  She wore a blue cable knit sweater, a granny
skirt and slippers.  She said something to her parentts in Italian which
I couldn't understand and they both smiled at me broadly.
"Well, she said, "shall we go?"
She took my arm and led me to the door.  Her father followed us, and as we
were about to go out, grabbed my arm in that vise-like grip and whispered to
me: "you taka good cara my lilltla girl."
"I will," I said nervously.
He turned to her.  "You be homa by midanight."
"Sure papa, I'll be home.  Don't wait up for me."
I felt relieved to be out of there, and took Gloria by the arm.  I felt her
warmth through the heavy sweater.  We walked the three blocks to the theatre.
As if it mattered, I asked her what she'd like to see.
"Oh, I've heard that "Disclosure" is pretty good.  Are you seventeen?"
"Yes," I replied, just turned last month."
"I think I can pass, my birthday is next month."
"Sweet sixteen and never been kissed?"  The joke was lost on her.
"Wait 'til the lights go out and you'll see." she replied.
That crack almost gave me a hardon!  Was she as horny as I?  I'd heard she
was easy, but she almost seemed eager.  I bought the tickets and a big tub
of popcorn slathered with butter.  Gloria walked down to the fifth row
and then toward the center of the screen.  As we sat down, the house lights
began to dim.  We munched popcorn through the coming attractions, then
Gloria put the tub in a little rack in the back of the seat in front of
us.
"Aren't you going to put your arm around me?"
I put my arm around her and leaned toward her tentatively for a kiss,
expecting a blast of garlic, but her lips were as sweet as apples.  Her
lips parted as did mine, and I got a yard of tongue in my throat.  Wow!
Could this girl kiss!  My cock went brick hard in my pants as we held that
kiss for two minutes.  I put my other arm around her at her hip, and began
to rub the slight roll of chubbiness that went around her middle.  As we
continued that kiss, I moved the hand upward until it just brushed the
bottom of her bra.  As I did so, her tongue became even more insistent, so
I boldly clasped the cup of the bra.  She pulled her mouth from mine and
pressed her lips to my ear.  "Push the bra up from the bottom,"  she
breathed.  I willingly complied, and into my hands fell one of those
marvelous soft globes that every teenager dreams of.  I cupped the breast
from the underside and worked the nipple up between my fingers.  She was
breathing hard now, and put her hand to the back of my head, guiding my
most willing mouth to the stiff nipple.  Oh so gently I pressed my lips to
that firm yet soft flesh and sucked it into my mouth.
On the screen, Demi Moore and Michael Douglas were having a glass of wine in
her office.  I couldn't have cared less as I suckled at the huge breast
in my mouth.  Gloria, however, was apparently really into the movie, and
when I heard the line "You put your dick in my mouth and then try to
walk away..", she hiked her skirt over her knees and guided my hand to pay
dirt.  She had no underpants on, and my hand was pushed through a thick
bush of hair to a soft warmth I would never have thought possible.
I inserted a finger and she pulled me up for another long kiss.
I thought I would go off in my pants, so passionate was this girl.
Suddenly, I felt the tug at my zippper, and the raging giant was loose!  She
leaned over and took it into her mouth.  How different this was from my
sessions with Jim last night!  She'd obviously done this before and took the
length of it fully right away.  I fingered her pussy while she sucked me off.
She got wetter and wetter, trembling now and then as in climax, but she kept
working on my cock until I stiffened up.  "I'm going to cum!" I said
whispering into her ear.  She said nothing but redoubled her efforts until
I shot a mighty stream into her mouth.  She stayed down there until she knew
I was finished cumming, then sat up and pursed her lips for a kiss.
She almost seemed surprised when I kissed her passionately, tonguing my own
cum in her mouth, but returned my ardor with a passion of her own.
We just held each other as the rest of the movie played out.  I'd cop
a feel now and then and she played with my cock.  We'd kiss now and again
but the sex was over for now, and we both knew it.
As the credits began to roll, we rose to leave.  Behind us was a couple
that had apparently witnessed the whole thing!
They were sitting straight laced, no part of their body touching, a look
of stern accusation in their eyes.
"Was it as good for you as it was for us?"  Gloria's voice dripped with
sarcasm, but the two never spoke looking away from each other in
embarassment.  She lifted her sweater and pulled the bra down over her
breasts.  I thought the guys eyes would pop out of his head.
It was still twilight as we walked out of the theater.
"Want to go to the soda shop?"  I asked.
"No, I want you to take me to my house."  Her voice was husky.  "We can
sit in my father's car in the garage".
Right then I knew I was a fucked man, and took her by the arm.  Suddenly
it occured to me that I had an even better place.
"Listen Gloria," I said, "my mom is not coming home tonight, why don't we
go to my house?"
The black eyes looked at me and the pearly teeth flashed into a smile.  She
took my arm.  "Lead on my man, lead on."
Somehow I kept from breaking into a run as we walked to my house, but
Gloria was still puffing as we arrived there.  She was definitely not the
athletic type, but the exercises I had in mind would suit her just fine
I felt.  Cautiously, I let us in the door, listening to hear if mom had
changed her plans and come home.  The place was empty and I led Gloria to
mom's room.
"Would you like a coke or anything?"  I asked lamely as Gloria began
pulling her sweater over her head.
"You know what I want, get naked."  Her voice was a husky growl.
Feverishly I began to strip, reaching for the light switch, but she barked
at me:  "leave it on!"
I gaped as the bra came off and those gorgeous tits hung halfway to her waist.
I dropped my trousers, and with nothing left on me but my underpants, gasped
as the skirt dropped to her ankles revealing a huge triangle of jet black,
sweat soaked pussy.  What a feast for the eyes she was!  I couldn't
decide where I wanted to start.  I'd had the left breast in my mouth at the
movies but that snatch looked so inviting, I pulled her to me and started
lapping at it.  I can't give a definitive term for the smell and taste of it.
All I know is that I loved it, and the faster I licked, the wetter it became
and the wetter it became, the faster I wanted to lick it.  She was seated on
the edge of the bed, holding me by the ears and pushing my face into that
delicious black swamp.  The plump legs, unshaven above the knee were over my
shoulders, the spiky hairs tickling my cheeks.  She came and her legs
squeezed the side of my head with such force I thought she would pop the
very brain from me.  Not that I was using it to any great extent at the
moment, I was a lust driven sex machine living for nothing but pleasure, and
doing quite well if the moans of Gloria bore true witness.
She pushed my head back and told me to get up on the bed with her.  She
pulled me over and gobbled my cock into her mouth, spreading her legs and
wrapping them around my head.  She deep throated me as I lapped at that
soaking pussy.  I wished it would go on all night like this.  I would have
been perfectly content to just keep bringing her off with my tongue, but she,
even more than I, was focused on the prize, the ultimate, the mating of
male and female genitalia to culminate in the ultimate ecstacy.  She pushed
me off her and knelt above me, straddling me with her knees.  She took my
raging cock, pointed it at the soaking hole and slowly impaled herself on it.
She began to rock her body back and forth, tits swaying over my face, riding
my root with a skill that screamed experience.  With muscles that only a
woman can use, she squeezed and relaxed the pressure around my cock, driving
me to the point of insanity, just as I was beginning to shoot my load up into
her.  She flexed those muscles, milking every drop I had in me into her as if
jealous of losing a single drop.  If that was the case, she must have been
disappointed, for when she rose off me, a lot of the goo dripped out of her
onto my leg.  Not to be defeated, she promptly licked it up.
She snuggled up beside me on the queen sized bed.  I held her and savored the
warmth of her.  She was no longer just a broad with a seamy reputation to me,
but a lover who had given me great pleasure, and I felt at peace with her in
my arms.
We just lay there, kissing occasionally, but mostly just enjoying the
closeness of our naked bodies pressed close together.
Gloria looked at me and said that she had wanted to be with me ever since 7th
grade.  Hell, I never even thought about sex until then, and only started
beating my meat toward the end of that year.  She made it sound like she'd
already been laid at that point.  I asked her if she had.  For the first
time she actually seemed vulnerable, and with a sob, confessed that her
older cousin had been having his way with her since she was nine.
My mind flashed briefly to Jim and Jack and their relationship.  How much
of this familial shit was going down anyway?  Since I had no cousins or
siblings, I could only guess, but two instances in as many days made my
mind whirl.   I held the girl close as she cried on my shoulder.  I
started to tell her how sorry I was, but she interrupted me angrily:
"Don't go feeling sorry about me Chip, I'm a big girl and can handle things.
You are good, maybe the best yet, but don't think you're the last.  If
there's one thing I love, it's sex.  I don't get enough of it, can't get
enough, and I have fantasies you wouldn't dream of in a thousand years."
"Fantasies?" I said, feeling very inferior to this person two months
younger than me.
"Yeah, fantasies.  I have ideas that would shock you."
"I don't shock easily."  I was almost defensively macho with my answer.
"Sure you don't.  But try this one:  how would you feel about sharing me
with another guy?"
"Hey, I don't own you.  I like you, but you can go with other guys..."
She stopped me in mid sentence, placing her hand over my mouth.
"No, Chip, I mean you and me and another guy."
I had to admit that one stopped me cold.  Gloria and another guy seemed
all right, she'd admitted that I was far from the first anyway.  But was she
suggesting a threesome?  I pressed the topic.  "You mean I'm not good enough
for you alone?  You need another guy to take up the slack?"
"That's not the way I meant it, but I do want two guys at once."
I was speechless.  Here I had got my first bare tit, my first blow job, my
first lay from this girl, and suddenly I wasn't adequate?  She had to have
another guy?
She sensed my hostility and explained.  "It's nothing personal with you,
Chip.  I want two guys at once.  One here," she pointed to the shiny
black swamp that I had so liberally irrrigated with tongue and cock, "and
one here," she rolled over and showed me the tightly puckered pink anus like
the one I had seen penetrated in the video a day ago.
"I'd take a third if I could have it, and I wouldn't be fussy about gender."
"You mean you'd make it with another girl?"
"Look, Chip, sex is something to be enjoyed.  You and I have had a ball
together tonight, but that doesn't mean we're exclusive.  Sure, I've wanted
you for a long time, but you're not the only one.  I have to be a little
more liberal with my kind of figure, and that's just fine with me.  Those
other girls can lay around and finger themselves all they want.  I'm going to
get laid as often as I can, and on my own terms.  I've been with two other
girls already, and you'd be shocked to know who they are."
Just the thought of her making it with another girl was revulsing, until I
recalled that I had made it with another guy, and was looking forward to it
again.
"You don't think there's anything wrong with having sex with another girl?"
"No, and I don't see any problem with two guys getting it on either.  People
need to lighten up and stop living the way other people think they should."
"But what about falling in love, getting married, having kids?"
"How old are you Chip?"
"Seventeen."
"How soon are you planning on kissing the bride?"
"Well, I don't know, after college."
"That's five years from now at least."
"So?"
"Is tonight your last fling and then you're going to start 'saving' yourself
for that special girl?  Or are you going to be chasing after 'sluts' like
me until you meet miss right?"
"I never thought you were a slut!"  I was getting a little pissed at this
lecture.
"Then why did you ask me out?  You didn't know my reputation?"
"Well....," I was stammering: she had me dead to rights and she knew it, "I
guess I might have been considering that, but I don't want you to think I
was just using you."
"I don't care if you 'use' me or not.  Did you ever stop to think I might
be 'using' you?  I like to fuck.  I like to fuck you, and I like to fuck
the other guys I date, and when I'm in the mood, I like to fuck Rosalie
Ramirez and Margaret Shaunessy."
"Rosie and Margie?"  My mouth dropped open.  Two of the best looking girls
in the class and they were "that" way?  I couldn't believe it, but Gloria
was being brutally frank and honest here.
I called her bluff.  "You know Gloria, as long as we're being so honest, I
have to confess that I have made it with another guy too."  I was amazed
at myself for blurting that out, but Gloria only perked up and asked if it
were anyone she knew.
I couldn't help myself, and spilled the whole thing to her, everything that
had happened this week, Jim, Jack, the whole sequence.  By time I finished,
her eyes were glowing hotly and she was obiously aroused.
"It's 9:30, do you think he'd be willing to party with us?"
Who was calling whose bluff?  I remembered the last thing Jim had said to
me this afternoon: "if you need any help with her, you know where I am."
What would he think if the two of us showed up at his door?  The idea of the
three of us together became somehow less absurd as I vizualised it in my
mind.
"Well?", said Gloria, a hint of impatience in her tone.
"I don't know, what if...?"
"What if what?  You sucked the guy off and he sucked you off.  Who's the
one compromised?  If you're scared to ask him, I'll ask him.  Let's go!"
Gloria was not going to be denied, and the next thing I knew we were on
Jim's doorstep.  He answered the bell dressed in a bathrobe.  The TV was
going, so I knew we didn't wake him.
"Why hello Chip, date over so soon?"  Then he saw Gloria behind me.
"I..I wanted to introduce you to her," I said lamely, "and she wanted to
meet you."
Jim looked at me quizzically, but stood aside and motioned for us to come
in.  He quickly stepped over to the VCR and switched it off.  I was sure
he'd been watching a porno.
"This is Gloria.  Gloria, this is Jim."
"Pleased to meet you Gloria," He said, the same quizzical look on his face.
Gloria's smile was bright as a Sicilian sunrise.  "Same here," she said,
extending her hand, .  Chip has told me so much about you."
Jim blushed and looked at me in desperation.  Standing behind Gloria, I sort
of held out my hands palms up and shrugged my shoulders.
For his part, Jim tried to show composure.  "Only good things, I hope."
"Oh very good things.  I think you will be very happy about what he's told
me."
"Oh?" Jim was clearly on the defensive, and I was almost enjoying his
discomfort facing this very forward girl.  "would you like a coke or
something?"
"Later," she said, "right now I want to fuck."
Jim looked as if he'd been hit between the eyes by George Foreman.  He looked
at me, then back at Gloria, not believing what he'd heard.  Gloria stepped
closer to him.  "Look, Jim, I don't want to offend you, but Chip said he
didn't think you were gay.  If you are, I'm not going to crowd you, but if
you swing both ways, I want to party."
Oy!  Was she blunt!  It was so bizarre being a part of this, that my feeling
of jealousy that she'd go from me to another in a trice faded away.  I was
getting on her frequency, and was rather enjoying the way she was handling
Jim.  I think he was beginning to get the picture too, as he began eyeing
her in a much different way.  He really surprised me at how fast he recovered
from the initial awkwardness.
"Well, then, why don't we get naked?"  He opened his robe under which he wore
nothing.
Gloria's sweater was over her head in a heartbeat.  She hadn't bothered to
put her bra back on, and those magnificent breasts were revealed to Jim's
hungry eyes.  She dropped her skirt to the floor and was completely naked
before him. She turned to me:  "This is a party, not a show." indicating
that I had better disrobe as well.
I did, and the three of us stood there naked.
Jim stepped over to the stereo and pulled a CD out of his library. " Maybe
this will enhance the mood," he said, putting it into the machine.
Incredibly sensual music filled the room.  A female singer kept repeating
"Love to love you, baby", moaning as if in the middle of a climax.
Gloria gave Jim a long shuddering kiss, and I knew that yard of tongue was
tickling his larynx.  She put her arms around his neck and pulled him gently
to the carpet, then pushed him onto his back.  His rod was sticking straight
up, and Gloria's deft fingers guided it to the still damp morass.  When she
was fully impaled on him, she leaned forward and pointed back at her butt.
I rubbed up my cock with the vaseline we had used the day before and dropped
to my knees behind her, straddling Jim's legs.  I pushed the nose of it to
the tiny hole and tried to slip it in.  The hole was very tight, and gave
so much resistance, I decided to see if a litle licking would help.  As I
tongued her asshole, I could see Jim's balls below her pussy.  Gloria
moaned with pleasure, and in a deep sultry voice told me to try again.
I did, and with a forceful push, popped the head into her.  She was
tight as her father's grip, and it was almost painful pushing the length
of into her.  The three of us were grunting and sweating, Gloria emitting
a little scream now and then as we pushed deeper into her.  I could feel
Jim's dick rubbing against mine inside her, and occasionally, my nuts
would touch his.  Gloria told me later that she came four times in the ten
minutes we had her sandwiched. With a loud grunt, Jim started running his
load up into her, and I followed suit in a trice.
"Yesssss!"  Gloria had a crazed look in her eye.
My dick softened and pulled out of her.  It was covered with a mixture of my
semen and Gloria's blood.  She rolled off Jim and lay on her back on the
floor just as the CD ended.
"I love to love YOU baby," said Jim, "but just now I need a break.  Anyone
want a drink or something?"
We both nodded, and I sat down on the couch next to Gloria.  She shivvered
slightly, and I asked if she were cold.  She looked at me coyly.  "I'm
just getting warm, though my ass feels like it's on fire."
"Was it as good as you'd fantasized?"
"Better," she said, "I want to do it again when you guys are up to it."
Wow!  This girl is a real sex machine, I thought, fucked twice, buggered
once, and asking for more.  Since it was only 10:00 and she could be out to
midnight, the possibility of an encore was well within the realm of the
possible.
Jim returned with the cokes and a dish of Fritos.  "Want to watch a video
while we're resting?"
"Sure," said Gloria, getting up and walkin over to the libary, "what do you
have."
"Just about anything you want," Jim replied.  Gloria looked back at him over
her shoulder and smiled.  She poked through the tapes for a moment and
selected one.  She shoved it into the machine and Jim started it with the
remote.  The cast all had cutesy names like Kitty Galore and Johnny Wadd,
and the action got hot immediately.  This was another one with no plot,
but the girls all had big knockers, and the guys were hung like refugees
from a horse farm.
There was the usual initial sucking and fucking, then the scene began to
get kinky.  The two girls lay on their sides, head to pussy, while the guys
butt fucked them.  The girls gurgled cries of delight as they lapped at
each other and the guys pumped them from behind.
Abruptly, the scene changed. Now the two guys were 69-ing, and the girls,
having strapped on dildoes, were giving them the ass treatment.  Gloria
wriggled beside us on the couch, very much turned on by all this.
"That looks like a real blast.  I'd like to try that sometime."  She looked
at me and then at Jim, who blushed slightly.  "I told you Chip had told me
a lot about you," she said, noting his discomfort, and the thought of
you two going down on each other is a turn-on."
"What about the dildoe?" Jim asked.
"I'm not old enough to get into a store where they sell them, and I doubt
you have one lying around, but I would like to watch you two getting it on."
"What the hell, I'm game if Chip is", he said, looking over at me.
I got up off the couch and lay down on the floor in front of it.  Jim, his
pecker only half hard, lay down on top of me, and we both started sucking
each other.  Both of us began to get hard again, and Gloria pushed us
apart.
"Let's do it again like before," she said breathlessly, "with Chip on the
bottom this time."  At this Jim got off me and Gloria lowered herself onto
my saliva soaked cock.  Her long black hair shrouded my face as she bent
over to offer her ass to Jim.  I could feel the latter straddling my legs
and heard him grunt as he drove his rod home.  Gloria's huge breasts
swayed in my face as she drove back against the penetration, and I caught a
nipple between my lips and sucked it.  Her legs squeezed tightly against
mine as she came.  She was sweating so much that it dropped onto my face.
She gave a little scream as Jim exploded his load into her, and began
grinding her twat into my crotch as the cum leaked out of her ass and
dripped onto my legs.  A telltale squeeze told me she was coming again,
and I spurted my load up into her.
She sat hunched over me, milking me with her muscles, making sure she
got every drop.  The wild expression was replaced by a soft look of total
satiation and contentment.  For my part, I was so exhausted, I felt like
going to sleep.
The clock on the VCR read 11:05.  Gloria told Jim that we had to be going.
Jim, looking every bit as beat as I felt, nodded sadly.
"This was a real blast," she said, "I hope you enjoyed as much as I did.  I'd
like to do it again sometime soon, and maybe bring a friend.  Would that be
all right with you?"
"Sure," Jim smiled wearily, "I'd like that too."
We dressed hurriedly and I walked Gloria home.  We walked slowly, for we
were in no hurry, and Gloria admitted that she was "a little saddle sore."
As I kissed her goodnight on the front stoop, the light went on above us.
It was only five to twelve, but mothers do worry about their little girls.
"Let's meet tomorrow at noon at the park," she said, and with a quick peck
on the lips she slipped through the door.