First and Forever 4
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DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting sexual acts involving male teens.
The story is intended for adult readers and not minors. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased.
Early in the week following the slumber party debauchery I got notes from both of the other girls, Midge and Stacy. Midge just said thank you it was amazing but Stacy had other plans for me apparently. She said that she knew my girlfriend, the pussy plunder party planner, Donna, was going out of town with her family this coming weekend and inquired about my availability.
Her locker number and RSVP finished the note. I wrote her back that I was all for it but Donna had set down rules for the slumber party and I would honor her wishes going forward as well. I was her boyfriend and if someone was getting their pussy poked it would be hers. Lick all I wanted was understood. Get a blow job was fine as well. Its just sex. Her reply on Wednesday was that we were on for Saturday and she would leave me instructions in the locker on Friday.
Darn. Would I have an erection all week thinking about this?
Taking off after classes Friday I found Stacy's directions' like her address and other things. One was that there was a package she left at the school office for me so I went and claimed it on the way out. I opened it in the car. Similar to the nightgown etc. gift from the girls last weekend was another pair of panties, blue nylon with open lacy vertical bands over towards the hip on each side. The other items were more interesting' shall I say. There was a bra the same color as the panties. Satin covered the bottom half of the cups and white lace embroidery formed the top. I looked at the tag. 40 A. Not sure what A meant but the 40 should fit around me if that was her intention. And there was this small bottle of who knows what.
I just left the items spread on the passenger seat as I drove home. Glancing over at them now and then I had to shake my head trying to figure this out.
Back in my room, under the tissue in the box was another note much more specific.
`Since you will be my lesbian lover on Saturday you need to be even more girlish than the nightgown and panties of last weekend. You need a bra and some hot stockings so I bought you some. If you don't know how to put them on, ask your sister. They better be perfect and under your clothes when you arrive at 5 sharp. Don't be late and Oh, bring the little bottle with you but do not open it. See you then.'
Like yeah, Right. I would ask my sister how to put on a bra but I had seen her do stockings so I knew the concept. I flummoxed around with the bra for a test but no way were my hands doing what they needed to do to get hooked up in the back. I called a buddy and casually brought up the subject of How the heck do girls hook a bra behind their backs? He told me that he saw his aunt once and she hooked it in front and then spun it around before putting arms thru the straps. Ok I had the solution.
Saturday early afternoon with my chores accomplished out in the yard I retreated to the shower and again followed the procedure from last week. Hair had not grown back so I was smooth and the warm towel and soft powder I applied got me started in a good mood.
Seeing the underwear items on my bed I so wanted to yank out a load but resisted. Stepping into the blue
silky bottoms did cause an immediate issue but thankfully these were roomier than the pair stashed in my dresser from last week. Much more comfortable for my tool. I horsed around with the stockings far too long before I had the `thumb them up the leg' thing deciphered. The lacy stay-up tops clung securely to my thighs and my legs felt pretty good in them.
Now that bra. I loved seeing them on girls and attempting to analyze color or design thru their tops had become a focused pastime. Now I was actually going to wear one? Anything to eat some pussy I guess.
Followed the recommended procedure and it worked! There I was in front of the long closet mirror with a satin and lace bra around my flat chest as I slipped my arms in and adjusted the straps over my shoulders.
No tits but my somewhat developed pecs did kind of fill the cups. Beside the sexy look I was amazed at how good the thing felt going around me. It was like a gentle hug. Moving my arms and prancing in front of my reflection made it feel even better. I could handle this if it was what Stacy wanted.
I jumped into jeans and found a light color shirt for the top as requested as well. It was kind of kinky seeing the obvious bra under the shirt but no one would see me but her anyway. So I thought.
No one at my house as I was leaving so it was safe to `show' my new attire. 10 minute drive and I had arrived. I rang the bell and was taken back a bit when a handsome twenty-something maybe, opened the door.
"You must be Clay. Stacy said you were coming over to play while the parents are away. She ran to the store but come on in." It was totally obvious that his eyes were burning a hole in my chest trying to confirm what he thought. That this guy had on a bra!
He showed me to the den. "Have a seat. I am Stacy's big brother, Ben. She did not expect me home from
college this weekend but I will be taking off as soon as she gets back. You two will be free to do whatever kinky shit she has in mind."
Kinky shit? Her brother knows what his sister is into. Wow.
"Speaking of kinky." Ben crossed the den and stood before me seated on the couch. "I think that you have a bra on under that shirt and I want to see it."
I gave a stunned look until he repeated emphatically, "I said I want to see your bra! Strip the shirt!"
Darn. Mister handsome was getting pushy here. But not wanting to upset Stacy's brother and fuck up our planned session later I complied while stammering something about how she insisted and it was not my idea. The shirt was soon beside me while I turned bright red and very warm.
"Did she make you wear panties too. I see stockings above your sneakers. You some kind of sissy?"
I shook my head to deny that but only seconds passed before he demanded that I drop my pants. Now it was total embarrassment.
He continued. "Panties, bra, stockings?" He looked at my crotch. "Little dick. Tell me again how you are not a sissy!" I tried to say "No way. It is just what your sister insisted on if I wanted some pussy."
"So you like pussy? I am betting you like dick too dressed like that." Sitting there, my flushed face level with this stud brothers fly, he unbutton and unzipped. What the fuck.
Oh My. What the fuck was a surely huge cock fighting to escape his briefs. "Oh you like." Came his words as he wriggled his underwear to below his knees. Standing there with a giant log of hard cock pointed straight at my mouth, the spittle flow commenced in my dick starved orifice.
Ben, holding that meaty rod at the base, slapped my cheeks with it a few times followed by slowly dragging the big head, glazed with the first surges of precum, over my lips. " You know you want this. Suck it sissy bitch. I need to cum and you, cunt face, are going to make it happen. Oh and you better be exceptional."
I was on that thing like flies in a horse barn. I did not just take it in my mouth, I took it ALL in my mouth. The last 2 inches were a bit of a challenge but not having blown anyone recently I was determined to get even morsel of dick into my hungry throat. Yum. Fucking Yum. Love cock. So good!
Now well aware of my enthusiasm Ben says, "Wow! you are one hungry cock sucking sissy slut. With a mouth and tongue like that no wonder my sister wants to mess around with you. We did a bunch till I left for college. She even blew me but it was nothing like your performance! Then she cut me off because I refused to lick her twat. I know what you are in for."
All of that commentary as big Ben's bodacious boner pistoned in and out of my happy pie hole. I was getting one wonderful face fucking. Massive amounts of spit slobber and slimy mucus continuously bubbled and belched around his thick dick, cascading from my shaft polishing lips and soaking my knees and the carpet below. Messy as all hell. I loved it!
It swelled. He thrust. My head was almost blasted off of his warm bulbous lance by the first powerful fire hose like pulse of man batter that seemingly must have been boiling in his balls for days. No wonder he demanded relief. He got it and I got fed a six course meal of hot glop. Yum! Clumpy globules of slippery musty slime. Cock snot. Ball batter. Gonad gravy. Sperm sauce. It had been too long between my feedings and I savored every last ounce of ejaculate he could offer. Pretty sure that I was back on the man sex side at that moment.
Did not get to revel in my delight of Bens dick as long as I might have liked. We heard a low rumble.
"Shit. Thats the garage opener. Your Saturday pussy has arrived. I better stash your new favorite phallus and get you wiped off and redressed before she hauls the groceries in here."
No one ever buttoned up a shirt faster. A soft throw pillow on the sofa took on the task of sopping up slop and excess cum from my thighs, and standing, my pants were up and zipped in a flash. My panties were full of my own discharge and I could only hope they would dry before Stacy got her hands on them if she planned too. Ben straighten swiftly as well and we looked just relaxed and friendly to each other when she appeared in the doorway with snacks.
"How are you two getting along. Everything good. Pretzels and pop. OK I'll go get glasses and ice."
She headed back to the kitchen. Ben smiled at me. "Pretzels, pop and penis. Yummy for you? Right?"
I grinned.
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