Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2006 12:35:23 +0000
From: JW
Subject: Billy, Hell and Hope VI

   Hope arrived at the treehouse before Hell and just thinking of her plans
got her pussy tingling. She took off her clothes and began to tease herself.
Gently touching her labia and slowly proceeding to the opening of her
vagina, then slowly tracing up to her joy button, but not touching it. She
was getting progressively wet, itchy and horny. Hell was the voyeur this
time and could see through the cracks in the wall what she was up to. He
came in and said "Ha! You started without me!"

  Hope blushed and drew her legs together but Hell knelt down and gently
parted them. "I want to taste that lovely pussy." And he tenderly began with
his tongue what she had started. "God but you taste good!"

   "Quit." said Hope, "I don't want to cum yet. Get your clothes off. I have
a confession to make." Hell was now naked with his 6" boycock already
dripping precum. "I really like Bill, and I loved making love to his penis
yesterday, but the truth is I've had a crush on you for years."

   It was Hell's turn to blush, and he admitted "Aw, Hope. I've always felt
that way about you. I'd never admit it because all these years boys were
supposed to hate girls, but I've been aching to tell you how much just
looking at you makes me crazy."

   "So, Im glad that Bill's not here because I've been listening to my
girlfriends talking about all the joys they have had with intercourse and I
think I'd like to give up my virginity. But I feel better about it without
Bill being here."

   "I've been screwing you in my dreams since I was old enough to know what
making love is.", said  Hell.

   Hope dug in the pocket of her jeans and came up with a small condom.
"Miss Olga gave me one of these. She said it was designed for adolescent
males and I should always have one with me. Let me roll it on."  She did it
backwards and they both giggled while she tried to figure out which way it
rolled. Finally succsessful, she said, "Hell, I'm not into pain and I'm so
small I can't get a tampon in, which is another selfish reason to want you
in me, so I think I'll try to get on top and that way I can control how far
you penetrate." She rolled the condom down Hell's leaking dick and said,
"Hmmm, I think you've graduated to the adult size already. I can barely get
this thing on." She straddled Hell and tried to insert the tip of his penis
but it slipped upward through her swollen cuntlips and when  his 'g string'
contacted her clitoris, she moaned "Boy, that feels so good. Every little
motion sets up waves of intense pleasure all through my pussy!"

   "Yeh, it feels awful good to me too, but if you don't stop pretty quick
I'm going to fill this condom and we'll never reach the primary objective!"

   She placed herself with the tip of his penis at her love canal opening
and gently lowered herself. "Oh, it's so tight, I don't think I can.." POP.
"What happened," she said.

   "The head just popped in." said Hell.

   She lowered herself a little more, waited for the discomfort to ease,
lowered more and was now enjoying the feeling of Hell filling her vagina.
She began carefullw to raise and lower herself but couldn't get more than
halfway down Hell's cock. "Do my clitty, Hell. I'm almost there."  With only
a few strokes on her hard swollen clit  she began the familiar squeal, "Ee,
EEEeee." and Hell felt her vaginal entrance grip his cock even tighter as
her orgasm swept over her.  "EEEEEEEeeeaaahhhh!  ee, eee, eee, ehaa......Oh
SHIT! That was.." Hell interrupted her, "Oh boy, OH, OHH, Oh, o, o,
oooooyaeaah, wow!" He felt the spurts of jizz firing up his urethra and it
was more intense than he had ever felt before, perhaps because of the tight
grip of Hope's love tube.

  They remained lovers through high school. Arguably the most beautiful
couple in school. The perennial King and Queen for many school functions.
But it wasn't Hell standing on her doorstep the night of Senior Prom, but
Bill. Embarassed, shifting from foot to foot, with a corsage in one hand and
a sealed envelope in the other. Hope's mouth fell open, and she read the
note: "My dearest Hope, please forgive me, but I got a chance to play
clarinet in the band tonight, and I took it. I'm afraid I have to get there
early and leave after the dance, but it is my big chance at the first paid
gig and I just couldn't turn it down. We'll be still the King and Queen of
the dance, but Bill will really be your date. Please forgive me, Hell."  In
fact, Hell had bcome sure that he was gay, and he had a large hope that he
would be up the drummer's ass before the night was out.  Turned out to be a
beautiful night. Bill was a surprisingly adept dancer, Hope danced with most
of the guys at the prom and Hell's hopes cummed true.

   Bill got recruited for the hockey team at Yale. Amazed  the fans at
Ingalls Rink with his agility and skill, wound up captain of the team,
president of his class, tpped for " The Society whose name will not be
mentioned" and is now a star defenseman for the Detroilet Redwings. Hope
went to Holyoke where she made many girl friends and concluded she was
happily bisexual. She now runs Olga's School of The Dance in Detroit. Their
occupational travels take them to many old bisexual friends and they
continue to discreetely party all over the country. Their two kids are
carbon copies of their parents and a perpetual joy. Hell, after sucking most
of the cocks in the Hollywood Orchestra settled on a french horn player with
an embrasure to die for and they are in the process of adopting an infant
Korean girl. Hell is first chair clarinet player and still does local jazz
gigs from time to time. Bill, Hope and Hell still get together for a
memorial roll in the hay at least yearly.

The End. J. Edward White