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 TITLE: Horny Luscious Orphans
PART: 3 of 6 -- Fake Boyfriend
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF cons size rom oral fellatio piv 1st F1st
SUMMARY: Ashleigh needs to Al to pretend to be her boyfriend in order to
impress her friends.  Predictably, she wants to do more than just pretend!

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   "Remember to stay hydrated, girls!" Al reminded them as he sipped from
his water bottle.

   "You can hydrate me any time you want," Freddy winked at him, and he
groaned, unable to suppress a twitch of his crotch bulge, as all the other
girls tittered.

   "You're a total slut, Freddy," her twin sister teased her.

   "So are you!" Freddy retorted.  Nicky had been making just as many lewd
overtures towards Al during the hike.

   "Only for Al," she said.

   "Well duh, me too," Freddy stuck her tongue out.

   Meredith was the only girl to actually sip from her water bottle at Al's
reminder; the other girls were too busy giggling and whispering
conspiratorially.  It was a week after the twins' birthday - during which
they'd jumped Al's bones many times - and today he had promised to take all
the girls out to see the old Glen Falls manor, which was being restored.

   They were hiking through the woods, but it was a sweltering day, so Al
had originally suggested they stay indoors.  Freddy and Nicky were amenable
to that, but Ash vetoed that, saying the twins couldn't keep Al all to
themselves just so they could fuck him.  Al's ears had turned red to the
tips of his ears as the girls bantered with each other about Al's
prodigious sexual stamina and size; Freddy and Nicky had clearly shared
every juicy detail with their 'sister' orphans.

   In the end, the girls' insistence had won, holding Al to his promise to
lead them to the old manor.  So now they were hiking through the woods
behind Granny Greene's orphanage, heading to the old house that the girls
had played in during summers past.  It was so hot that Al had taken off his
shirt, revealing his hairy sculpted musculature, and the girls had
wolf-whistled at him.

   The girls had soon followed suit, shucking their blouses and tank tops,
and even their bras, in the case of Freddy and Ash (Sunny's boobs were so
perfectly perky that she refused to wear one), much to Al's consternation.
"You can't just walk around in public topless," he'd pointed out
reasonably.

   "We're not in public," Sunny had pointed out just as reasonably.  "We're
just out here in the woods with you."

   "Besides, you're topless," Nicky had giggled.

   "I don't have boobs," he'd rolled his eyes.

   "Neither do I!" Nicky had responded brightly, poking fun at her own
nearly flat chest.

   As usual, the girls got their way, and now all 6 of them - Al plus the
little girls - were completely topless as they walked through the woods,
laughing and chattering and swigging from their water bottles.  Al was
unable to keep from ogling their soft sweaty flesh, and the girls knew it,
luxuriating in his gazes.  Even shy Meredith had been coaxed into removing
her blouse - she maintained that the heat was her sole reasoning, despite
the others' teasing remarks that she liked showing off her body as much as
they did - and the little 20 year old brunette desperately hoped that no
one else noticed how hard her pebbly little nips were; she could not stop
ogling all the succulent flesh around her either, both Al's and the other
girls'.

   At the moment, 22 year old Ashleigh was complaining about her circle of
friends at university; it was summertime, but she still hung out with them
regularly.  "They've all got boyfriends," she said, "and they keep asking
me when I'm gonna get one."

   "Well, when are you?" Sunny teased, her eyes flitting to Al.

   "They keep calling me lesbo, since I've turned down every boy who's
asked me," Ash grimaced.

   "Nothing wrong with being lesbo," Meredith said quietly, and the others
agreed.

   "No," Ashleigh nodded, "but I'm not lesbo.  Well, maybe a little. 
Freddy's huge tits are kinda hot."

   They all laughed, and broke up into even more raucous fits when Al
muttered, "Sure are." He blushed pink, not realizing he'd said that aloud,
and Freddy swelled with pride.

   "But I don't want any of the lesbos in school asking me out either," Ash
said.  "They're all butch.  I like cute girly girls."

   "Maybe Meredith is lesbo and will date you," Sunny giggled.  "She never
gossips about the good-looking boys at school, and she's a cute girly
girl." Meredith turned a brighter shade of red than any of them had ever
seen her.

   "You never gossip about any of the good-looking boys at school either,"
Nicky challenged her, not stating the obvious fact that they all, save for
Al himself, knew: Sunny had eyes only for Al.  "And you're the girliest of
us all!"

   "Well, if you ever wanna kiss me then, just lemme know, Ash!" Sunny said
brightly, and the black girl guffawed and pretended to consider it.

   "Well...  okay." She stopped and turned around.  Sunny was right behind
and stopped short, and Ash leaned forward and pecked Sunny's luscious pink
lips.  The busty blonde 18 year old squealed in utter shock, and everyone
burst out laughing at the slackjawed surprise on her face.  Ash winked at
her and made the sign of a phone with her hand and put it next to her head.
"Call me." More laughter ensued, and this time Sunny joined in.

   "Okay well," Meredith suggested, willing her pebbly nips to turn
invisible (they had gotten even harder after seeing the lesbian smooch),
"you and Sunny can pretend to be dating.  That will get your friends off
your back about a boyfriend."

   "Too late," Ash's smile transformed back into a grimace.  "I already
made up a story about a boyfriend."

   All the girls perked up with interest.  "Really?  What did you tell
them?" Nicky queried.

   Ash shrugged.  "I said he was an older guy out of school, and that's why
they don't know him.  And I said he was white, and hung like a horse." All
five girls' eyes flitted to Al for a moment.

   "Are they jealous?" Freddy laughed.

   Ash made a face.  "No, they just don't believe me."

   "Well, that's easy to fix!" Sunny said.  "Al can pretend to be your
boyfriend!"

   "Wait, what?" Al blinked.  He had been focusing on keeping the right
direction through the woods, and had only been half-listening to the
conversation.

   "Yeah," Nicky agreed, "just go on a fake date with him!"

   "My friends spend all summer at the mall," Ash warmed to the idea, "Al
can take me on a date - a fake date, I mean - there, where all my friends
will see us!"

   "You'll have to kiss him," Sunny said mischievously.  "And let him feel
you up where they can all see."

   Ash clearly liked the notion, but Al was totally floored.  "I can't
'pretend' to be something I'm not--" he began, when Meredith interrupted.

   "We're here!"

   And indeed they were.  They had just topped the crest of a short hill to
see the old mansion sprawling below them, tucked into a shallow valley
surrounded by trees.  A waterfall fell from an overhang into a pond, then
babbled away as a brook into the forest.  For all the girls' lives, the
place had been ramshackle and abandoned; but now it was surrounded by
frameworks and construction crew.

   "Wow," Sunny said.

   "They're fixing it all up!" Nicky said.

   "More like ruining it," Ash blew a lock of black hair out of her face
disconsolately.

   "Er," Al said, "maybe you should put your shirts back on."

   "Nah, they can't see anything from here," Freddy laughed.  "Besides, I
like seeing you look at my boobs." Al flushed, and all the girls tittered
again.

   "They are pretty hot, Al," Nicky said seriously, "I don't blame you."
She bent over and kissed each of her twin sister's puffy pink nipples, and
Freddy giggled with languid pleasure.

   "Can I help you?" They all turned to see a very elderly man approaching
them.  He was wearing a white hard hat, but rather than work clothes, had
on a pair of khakis and a white buttondown dress shirt.  He seemed
unperturbed to see all the topless girls; perhaps he was too old for such
things to stir him, although he seemed pretty spry otherwise, and his eyes
were bright and keen.

   "I'm sorry, sir," Al said.  "I'm Al, and these girls are from the
orphanage.  We just came to see the old place being worked on."

   "Well, I'm afraid it's nothing much to look at now," the old fellow said
with an easy smile.

   "Sure it is," Meredith said.

   "It's our favorite place to hang out!" Sunny twisted her lip.

   "Now you're ruining it," Freddy complained.

   "I'm sorry, sir," Al said diplomatically.  "They haven't quite gotten
over it, but they don't mean to be rude."

   "It's fine, lad," the elderly fellow waved away his apology.  "Well, I'm
very sorry, young ladies, I didn't realize anyone still came out to this
old place.  You know, it's been abandoned for thirty years."

   "Does that mean you'll stop working on it?" Nicky said hopefully.

   The elderly fellow chuckled.  "Well, I can't say I'll do that.  The
place is old and probably won't be safe to 'hang out' in for much longer
without repair." Al nodded; that had been a worry of his for years, and he
had constantly checked the place every month to make sure there were no
dangers to his girls hanging around there.

   "I guess you have a point," Meredith said reluctantly.

   "Who are you?" Sunny asked.

   "Oh heavens, I'm sorry, I've gone and forgotten to introduce myself,"
the aged man said.  "You know, when you get old, you forget these kinds of
things."

   "You're still forgetting," Sunny teased him, and the old man laughed.

   "What a charmer you are," he said sincerely, and she beamed.  "My name
is Henry Gregorius.  Old houses are a passion of mine; I go around the
country renovating them.  I do my best to make them safe and outfitted with
modern convenience, while maintaining their authenticity."

   "That's kinda cool," Ash admitted.

   "What do you do with the houses once you're finished fixing them up?"
Meredith asked.  Al nodded; he'd been wondering the same thing, but was
letting the girls do all the talking they wanted.

   "We auction them off," Mr.  Gregorius said, "and the proceeds go to
charity."

   "That's really neat!" Nicky said.

   "But how do you make money?" Meredith asked astutely.  Al smiled; leave
it to Meredith to be the sensible, financially responsible one.

   "I don't," Mr.  Gregorius said.  "I don't need to.  I'm quite
independently wealthy." He waved his hand at the house behind him.  "If you
like, I could give you all a tour, show you what we're doing to the place."

   "Yeah!" All the girls enthused, and Al smiled.  This was turning out
much better than he had hoped for; he hadn't expected them to be able to do
anything but watch from a distance.

   Mr.  Gregorius took them through every room in the house - familiar
territory for the girls - and explained all the changes and restorations
they were performing.The girls peppered him with questions - naturally,
Meredith's questions were the most discerning and intelligent - but he kept
up with the rapid fire with ease, answering every single one.

   A few of the construction workers shot curious looks at the topless
girls, but Al's glares quickly warned them away, preempting any ogling that
might have otherwise happened.

   After the tour, the girls were still sad about losing their favorite
hangout, but felt much better about the whole situation.  Al thanked Mr. 
Gregorius and shook his hand, and Sunny hugged him.  Waving goodbye, the
girls chattered animatedly during the whole hike home about what they had
seen.

   Once back at the orphanage, the girls went to their rooms to take
showers - as they were all hot and sweaty - and Al was going to take a
shower downstairs before leaving, but the twin tomboys coaxed him into
using their shower, where they predictably jumped his bones.  As the shower
water poured over them, he held Nicky up, her legs wrapped around his torso
and her pussy grinding against his muscles as she made out with him, while
Freddy knelt, using her massive boobs to tittyfuck him as she suckled
greedily on his engorged knob.

   It was an hour before the three of them got out of the shower, and
Freddy and Nicky's tight freckled fresh cunts were oozing his jizz when
they did so.  They dried and dressed, and Al knocked on the other two
upstairs bedroom doors to tell the others goodbye.

   "Wait, Al," Ash objected, opening her bedroom door at his knock.  "You
can't leave yet.  We have to go to the mall."

   He crinkled his eyebrow.  "Why?"

   "For a fake date, remember?"

   He refrained from rolling his eyes.  "Ash, I'm not going to pretend
to--"

   She turned her most devastating pout on him, melting him to butter. 
"Aw, please, Al?  I already called my girlfriends.  They're at the mall
now, and I told them I'd be there soon with my boyfriend.  Pleeeeease?"

   The other girls giggled softly as they watched Al relent to the black
girl's plea, and hugged him goodbye - along with squeezing his butt and
kissing his mouth, in Freddy and Nicky's cases - before Al took his pretend
girlfriend to the mall in his car.  "You hafta hold my hand," she grinned
at him as they walked in, and she slipped her hot black hand in his broad
one.

   "Where are your friends?" he asked, looking around.

   "Stop that," she said.  "Act natural.  I'm not introducing you, but
they're watching.  I'm just going to show off my sexy white sugar daddy for
a while." Al blinked at that description, and Ash tugged at his arm,
draping it around her as they strolled.  "Look at me lovingly," she
commanded - that he could do, he loved all the girls at the orphanage -
"and make goo-goo eyes at me."

   "Uh," he floundered at that one, only succeeding in bulging out his
eyesockets.

   Ash giggled hysterically at his expression.  "Okay, scratch that.  Just
look devilishly handsome."

   "Uh," he said again.  "How?"

   "I dunno," she shrugged.  "You always look devilishly handsome, so do
what you always do." He blushed at the casual compliment.

   "Uh, thanks.  So do you."

   She laughed.  "I look devilishly handsome?" she teased.

   "Er, well, devilishly beautiful anyway," he said.  "Angelically
beautiful?" Ash's giggle was a beautiful and wondrous thing.

   "Oooh, come buy me some ice cream," she said, tugging him into the ice
cream parlor they passed.  As they went in, Al did a quick scan of the mall
behind them, and caught a glimpse of a gaggle of girls who appeared to be
Ash's age, most of them black.  They were looking and gesturing animatedly
at the pretend couple.

   "I said no looking!" Ash hissed.  "That's Sherry and the others right
now.  I bet they're beside themselves with jealousy that I've got such a
sexy older guy.  Oooh, can I have peanut butter chocolate chip?"

   "Sure," he chuckled, pulling out his wallet.

   "Sure, baby," she corrected.

   "If they can hear us talking, we're already busted," he laughed.

   "Say it anyway," she insisted.

   "Sure, baby," he teased, and she glowed.

   "Okay, a double scoop of peanut butter chocolate chip," he told the
server over the counter.  "Cup or cone?" he asked Ash.

   "Cup," she said.

   The server nodded, and Al added, "And some mint chocolate chip for me--"

   "No, no," Ash shook her head.  "We're both gonna share the peanut butter
chocolate chip!"

   He raised his eyebrow.  "We are?  We are.  Okay, nix that mint chocolate
chip," he said, and the server chuckled, handing them a generous two scoops
of peanut butter chocolate chip ice cream in a paper cup, with two spoons.

   "This is cute and romantic," Ashley beamed at him as they sat on
opposite sides of a very small round table.

   He raised his eyebrow at her as he dug his spoon into the ice cream.  "I
thought it was Sunny Grace who liked cute romantic stuff."

   "Sure she does," Ash agreed.  "But I do too.  Just never had a guy to be
cute and romantic with before!"

   Al chuckled, forbearing to say the obvious, 'And you don't have one now
either.' It was just a pretend date after all.  He had the spoon halfway to
his mouth, when Ash said, "No, stop!" He blinked, and closed his mouth. 
"Let's feed each other!" she suggested brightly.

   He couldn't help himself, but laughed with hilarity.  "That really IS
cute and romantic," he agreed, and Ash giggled.  "You're really getting
into this."

   "Shut up and feed me," she teased, "I'm hungry."

   He obeyed, and closed his lips over the spoonful of ice cream that she
proffered him.  It was slower going than feeding themselves, but it was
most definitely cute and romantic to be feeding each other.  Al's heart
warmed as he watched Ash, her deep brown eyes staring into his own, smiling
at each other.  He gradually grew so lost in her eyes as they ate - he'd
never quite noticed how utterly gorgeous they were before - that he almost
missed her next words, which came a while later.

   "Kiss me, Al."

   He blinked, her words registering a couple of seconds later.  "What?" he
said dumbly.

   "Did I stutter?" she stuck her tongue at him.

   "No, but--" he began.

   "Unless you don't WANT to kiss me." She gave him her most devastatingly
adorable pout again.

   "That's twice in one day," he accused her.  "No fair."

   She batted her eyelashes at him.  "Well, it wouldn't work if you didn't
love me."

   "That's true," he admitted, and in response she closed her eyes and
leaned forward over the table.  Giving up - it's not like it would be
unpleasant to kiss a hot young thing like Ashleigh - he hooded his own eyes
and leaned forward, touching his lips to hers.

   He only meant it to be a quick smooch, the same kind Ash had given to
Sunny in the woods as a joke, but her lips were so soft and full and
warm... She kissed back, gently but fervently, as they explored each
other's lips by touch alone.

   It was over a minute later that their faces finally parted, but only
slightly.  "Wow," Ash was breathless, panting harshly.  "Wow..."

   "You are an incredible kisser, Ash," he said sincerely, and she blushed,
but was obviously very pleased.  "Sunny Grace is very lucky," he added with
a wink.  She burst out laughing and playfully punched his arm.

   "You dope," she said fondly.  "Now take me to a movie."

   "Are your friends still around," he asked, trying very hard to refrain
from turning around to look, "or are you just trying to get a movie out of
me?"

   "Both!" she said brightly.  "Come on, don't tell me you don't want to
sit in a dark theater with a hot black chick to feel up." He blushed this
time, and she giggled.  She got up out of her chair and grabbed his hand,
insistently dragging him up.

   "Fine, fine," he laughed ruefully.  He caught a glimpse of Sherry and
the others as they exited the ice cream parlor.  Ash put his arm back
around her shoulders as they went to the movie theater, and she picked out
a romantic comedy.

   "Really?" he rose his eyebrow at her.  "You don't want to see this one
or that one?" He pointed out two animated features, the types of movies Ash
usually loved.

   "I do want to see them, and you'll take all of us eventually," she said,
"but I can't go to a kid's movie with my boyfriend."

   "Sure you can," he pointed out.  "I've taken lots of girls on dates to
kid's movies.  I even took three girls on a date to Toy Story once."

   Ash laughed.  "You horn dog.  Did they all fuck you at the same time?"

   He flushed, having trotted out that information without having really
thought about it.  "Yeah," he admitted, rubbing the back of his head
self-consciously.

   "You'll have to tell me about that sometime," she winked.  "But my
girlfriends don't expect me to go to a kid's movie with my sexy white sugar
daddy, so let's go to this one instead."

   "Alright," he laughed, and paid for their tickets.  Ash led him to the
very front row of the theater directly in front of the screen, and as he
sat down next to her, he said hesitantly, "We'll have to crane our heads
way up to see, are you sure you want to sit here?"

   "Very sure," she said breathily into his ear.  "We're not going to be
paying much attention to the movie." Al gulped, and couldn't keep his
crotch bulge from twitching.  How far was Ashleigh planning to go for this
fake date?

   As the trailers began, he saw Ash's gaggle of friends pile into the
theater, talking and laughing loudly as they picked their seats, and
noticed their occasional gestures at him.  But he was soon distracted from
that by Ash raising up the bar of the seat between them and burrowing into
his side.  "Put your arm around me," she said, and he did so, pulling her
close to him as she purred.  She grabbed his hand and placed it on her
pear-shaped 22 year old boob.

   He jerked away, but she held him fast.  "Mmm, that feels good, Al," she
murmured hotly into his ear, and he felt her nipple hardening beneath his
palm through the fabric of her blouse and bra.  Her hand snaked down his
pants, and he gasped heatedly as her hot young hand grasped his
semi-flaccid monster shlong, squeezing gently.

   Then Ash was devouring his mouth with fervent kisses.  This wasn't the
gentle tender kiss of the ice cream shop; no, this was making out with
animal passion, with tongue added in.  She clearly hadn't french kissed
before, but just as clearly wanted to do it, and her passions - far too
genuine to be faked - stirred his own passions to life.

   He squeezed his arm tightly around her, clutching her closely to his
side as he made out with her just as fervently, and her lewd little moan
was lost in the opening music of the movie.  Her hand squeezed reflexively
around his incredible girth, and he groaned bestially into her hot wet
mouth.

   She abruptly pulled away and began fumbling at his pants, unzipping the
fly and reaching in to fish for his huge boner.  "Ash...?" he tried to say,
but it came out as a guttural groan.

   "I'm going to give you a blowjob," she whispered huskily into his ear.

   His utterly enormous foot and a half tall cock popped out of his pants,
rising to full steely hardness in a flash - and no doubt becoming easily
visible to everyone seated behind and above them, including all of Ash's
friends; but that was the farthest thing from his mind at the moment - but
he said, "Ash...  you don't have to do this, not just to impress your
friends--"

   "Don't you get it, Al?" she said in his ear, her voice harsh with
fervor, "I love you.  I've wanted to suck your big white cock for a long
time now.  Please say you'll let me."

   He was floored by this revelation, but there was no way he could deny
her anything she wanted.  "You can do anything you want, Ash," he said
throatily.

   "Call me baby," she said, stroking his immense erection; neither of them
were aware of the surprised chatter from behind and above them.  "Please."

   "You can do anything you want, baby," he said, groaning softly, and she
knelt on the floor in front of him, fondling his gigantic ballsacks and
stroking his incredibly thick shaft with her hands as she lowered her
gorgeous black face onto his swollen white knob.

   "Oh baby," she said after sucking briefly, "you taste so good.  I want
you to cum inside my mouth baby, I want you to fill my black face with your
hot white cum."

   "Oh god, baby," he grunted, his cock lurching out of her hands.  She
giggled breathlessly and grabbed it again, sinking her face back down on
it. Her drool slithered in copious rivulets down his shaft as her mouth
stretched impossibly wide over his cock crown to clamp down on him.  Her
fresh tongue lapped at his cumslit, and she mewled appreciatively at his
taste, before plunging down even further.

   His cockhead met the tightness at the back of her throat, and he could
just barely hear his precum gurgling as it bubbled up into her throat.  She
pushed herself down, but couldn't make him fit inside her tight tunnel. 
She looked up at him with pleading eyes, and Al recognized that look, a
look he had seen on many girls who had given him blowjobs in the past.

   He put his hand on top of her lovely black-haired head and pushed down,
gently but steadily.  Ash moaned lewdly, loud enough it was briefly heard
over the dialogue of the movie characters; the black girl clearly loved
being dominated by her 'sugar daddy'.  His cock slipped into her throat,
bulging her slender black neck out to an obscene width with his huge white
dick.

   She slurped and suckled greedily, massaging his cock with her throat, as
she took more and more of him down her fuckhole, until at last her cute
fresh face was buried in his dark pubic curls.  Drool ran down her jaw onto
his balls, forming a puddle of 22 year old saliva beneath his nuts on the
seat.  He grunted and groaned in sublime bliss, as Ash milked him
relentlessly with her throat, obviously thirsty for the cum of the man
she'd known almost her entire life.

   Al gave it to her, biting off his triumphant yell into a strangled grunt
as he exploded jizz almost directly inside her young tummy.  Blast after
blast of hot white jizz filled her black tummy as he emptied himself inside
her horny willing body.  Her virgin cunt, already soaking wet from giving
him a blowjob, spasmed in climactic ecstasy as she felt him lurching and
spewing inside her, and her limbs jerked spastically as she knelt before
him, helpless with orgasm and worship as he drained his balls dry.

   Even after Al had stopped cumming, it took a long time for the 22 year
old girl to come down from her high, her pear-shaped tits heaving beneath
her blouse.  Eventually she pulled off him, his cock leaving her face with
a wet 'gluh' of satisfaction, and she pierced him with eyes of adoring
passion.  She had completely forgotten her friends - who were gawking at
the pair of them now - and didn't notice them now either.  Instead she
whispered, "Take me home and fuck me, baby, I need you, please!"

   He stuffed his softening shlong into his pants and picked her up, cradle
carrying her out of the theater.  Her friends watched in amazement, and
gossip flew as the rumors spread.  Before long, everyone knew about
Ashleigh and her amazingly well hung white sugar daddy...and as the other
orphan girls found out (with no surprise whatsoever) - from hearing Ash's
ecstatic cries of abandon, Al's guttural grunts, and the rough smacks of
white flesh on young black flesh - there was nothing 'fake' about it
anymore.

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