Lena & Tori

Charlie's '65 Oldsmobile was big and luxurious. There was room in the front seat for a whole family and room for all their furniture in the back. Ethan hardly felt the bump when Charlie drove into the parking lot of the Playhouse, one of those new, upscale men's entertainment places.

Right away, a smartly dressed valet rushed out to meet them. He trotted to Charlie's side of the car.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” he said.

Charlie started to explain why they didn't need to have their car parked, but a woman's voice cut him off.

“That's my ride, Frank,” she said.

Frank turned to look at her, and she emerged into the glow of the headlights.

So this was Lena. Ethan's mouth fell open. He watched her walk toward the car in the glow of the headlights. This wasn't a girl they were picking up. This was a woman.

“My God. Great idea to pick her up,” Ethan said.

“Thanks.”

Lena was tall and redheaded and had long legs encased in pale stockings that went up to her mid-thigh, held up by garter straps. She strutted confidently, smiling as she approached the car. She said something to Frank the valet, patted his cheek, and continued toward the car.

Everything about her bounced as she walked. Her tiny, super-short pink skirt bounced, revealing glimpses of her tiny, frilly white panties and the garter belt. Her thick, big head of wavy, dark red hair bounced and swayed around her glowing face. Her plump, round breasts bounced, barely contained by the tight, tissue-paper thin cutoff tank top. She wore no bra beneath it, and her dark nipples were visible through it, as obvious as the sun on a cloudless day. Her face was childlike. She had lovely, large, brown eyes, a tiny nose, and full lips. The lower lip was heavier, more sensual than the upper lip. Her waist was narrow, her hips flared out beautifully, and her legs were long and strong. She looked like she had just stepped off the stairway from heaven.

She came to Ethan's side of the car and leaned in his open window.

“Hi Charlie. Thanks for picking me up,” she said.

“No problem, Lena. This is Ethan,” Charlie said.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” Ethan said, and struggled to keep himself from looking down the front of her shirt.

“Where do we go?” Charlie said.

“Down by the Harrison docks,” Lena said.

“Ok. Get in.”

Lena lifted the handle on the passenger door and pulled it open. Ethan started to get out, but Lena put her hand on his shoulder.

“Don't get out. I'll slide in between you two,” she said.

Ethan pressed himself into the seat to give her as much room as he could. Lena put her foot in the car, flipped the back of the tiny skirt up, revealing the back of her panties, plopped her soft ass in his lap, and closed the door. Ethan put his hands around her slender waist and felt her delicious warmth and softness. Charlie started the car and drove off.

Lena squirmed her ass on Ethan's lap and looked at him.

“You have a hard on,” she said.

She pressed her soft cheeks on his erection. The stiff ridge of his penis found its way between her cheeks.

“And a big one, too.” She looked across at Charlie. “You didn't tell me this boy was hung.”

“Didn't I? Must have slipped my mind,” Charlie said.

“I'm sure it did,” Lena said, and slid off Ethan's lap onto the seat between the two guys.

“So who is this guy we're going to see?” Ethan said.

“He's a deadhead I know from years ago. If I blow him, he'll give me an ounce of hash,” Lena said.

“He's not a cop, is he?” Ethan said.

Lena laughed. “Benton? A cop? That's good. He's too wasted to be a cop.” She laughed again and put her hand on Ethan's thigh, feeling his erection. “Damn that's big. How come you never told me your friend was built like a truck?” she said to Charlie, while she looked into Ethan's eyes.

Charlie shrugged. “You never asked.”

“Of course not. Nice girls don't ask things like that.”

“Nice girls don't have to ask,” Ethan said.

Lena appeared to be scrutinizing him.

“You're not a virgin, are you?” she said.

“No.”

“I didn't think so.” She looked down at her hand on his thigh then back up at his eyes. “Are you gay?”

“No,” Ethan said.

She leaned closer. “I didn't mean anything by that gay stuff. I just wanted to make sure before I, you know, tried anything.” She squeezed his erection.

“What would you have done if I was gay?”

Lena shrugged. “Not much, I guess. Not much I can do. I've tried to fix gay guys, but it never works. I hate it when guys go gay on me. It's such a waste of manhood. So when are you going to let me see this tool? Or are you gonna keep it a secret from me all night?”

“Right here?” Ethan said.

“Yes. Right here.”

Her fingers unfastened the button on his jeans. He straightened his legs to allow her to pull the zipper down.

“How did you guys meet? I didn't think many high school guys dated strippers,” he said.

The zipper finally gave way and Lena reached into his jeans. Ethan sucked in his breath when her cold fingers wrapped around his shaft.

“Oh my,” she sighed.

“We've known each other for years. Lena was my sister's best friend from grade school,” Charlie said.

“Until she got married and moved to Tampa,” Lena said. She pulled Ethan's penis out of his pants like she was pulling a dangerous snake out of a bag. It came free and she gasped. “Oh my goodness.”

Her hand moved slowly up and down his shaft.

“So what happened?” Ethan said.

“When we were kids, Lena and my sister would hold me down and do all sorts of crap to me like rub mud in my face and make me eat bugs.”

“It was a lot of fun,” Lena said, and grinned at Ethan.

Charlie went on. “Then they started taking my clothes off and stuffing things down my underwear.”

“That was when it got good,” Lena said.

“That was when we both discovered I had an erection,” Charlie said. “They had me tied down and pulled off my underwear and played with it until I came.”

“It shocked all of us,” Lena said, shaking her head.

“How old were you?” Ethan said.

“Lisa and I were sixteen or seventeen. He was about thirteen.”

“Thirteen and a half,” Charlie said.

“Fine. Thirteen and a half.”

“What happened after that?” Ethan said.

“We made him fuck us,” Lena said.

“Over and over.”

“That doesn't sound too rough,” Ethan said.

“It wasn't,” they said together, and laughed.

“And Lena and I have been doing it ever since,” Charlie said.

Lena sighed. “And it got better and better as he got bigger and bigger.” She put her left hand in Charlie's lap and stroked his thigh. “Two guys with hard-ons. What's a girl supposed to do?”

“I can think of something,” Ethan said, and reached for her waist.

“Don't get started with anything. We're here,” Charlie said, turning the car down a gravel driveway.

Ethan groaned, and released Lena.

“Why couldn't you drive slower?” he said.

“You guys could have got in the back seat,” Charlie said. He shut off the car. “Now put your pants back on. I don't think this guy'll give us anything if you're naked.”

Lena looked at Charlie, trying to be serious while Ethan crammed his penis back into his pants, but she giggled. Charlie looked deadly serious for a moment, then laughed with her. Ethan looked up at them. They were both looking at him. He blushed.

“Oh, aren't you so cute,” Lena said, placing her hand on his cheek. “I don't think I ever saw a guy blush before.”

“Oh great,” Ethan said.

He quickly let himself out to finish pulling up his pants. Lena and Charlie got out and started toward the house. Ethan followed them, walking awkwardly without being able to bend his right leg all the way.

Lena led them to the door of a small, dark two-story apartment building. Most of the windows along the side were dark, and it was quiet enough that Ethan could hear the water from the river lapping against the shore. He paused for a moment to look up at the shining moon.

He heard Lena speaking, then heard the door buzzer. She opened the door.

“Come on,” she said.

Ethan slipped in behind Charlie.

Lena had already started up the stairs. Charlie was right behind her. Ethan couldn't help stare up at Lena's gorgeous ass. The white strip of her lacy panties was crammed between her soft, round cheeks, and the tiny skirt bounced off her ass with each step she climbed. As she turned and made her way up the second flight of stairs, he peeled his eyes away and shook his head. She looked great. The stiffness between his legs was now a dull, excruciating ache, dying to feel itself pressed between those soft cheeks. He began up the stairs.

Lena was knocking on one of the apartment doors when he reached the second floor landing. He was feeling sillier and sillier about all of this the closer he got to the apartment. There was nothing like getting busted for a drug deal to ruin his chances of playing pro hockey. He would much rather skip the hash and get Lena into bed.

Ethan got to the apartment door. Lena and Charlie were waiting for someone to open it. Lena knocked again. They could hear music from inside, a Van Morrison song. Lena and Charlie looked at each other. She shook her head.

“He does this every time,” Lena said, and knocked again. “He gets so stoned he can hardly think straight. I hope he hasn't done that tonight. He knows I'm coming over.”

She knocked again. Ethan stared at her. How often did she do this?

Finally the door opened. It swung open slowly, revealing the interior of the apartment a little at a time. But the person on the other side of the door was not a guy, but a girl. Her face was obscured by her long, straight hair and dark sunglasses. She wore an old, faded football jersey with the number 32 on it and a tattered pair of jeans. She was barefoot.

“Who are you?” the girl said in a slurred voice.

“I'm here to see Benton,” Lena said.

“Ok, cool. Come on in,” the girl said, and turned away.

Lena shrugged and they followed her in.

The room was bathed in a dim, reddish light and reeked of pot smoke. The Van Morrison music was no more than a poorly balanced drone with the bass turned way too high.

They stepped through a doorway draped with beads. A grubby looking guy in a chair against the far wall jumped up immediately.

“Lena,” he shouted, and ran up to hug her.

The girl who let them in sat down on a beanbag beside another equally grubby looking guy and ignored everyone else in the room. The guy beside her, whose long, orangish hair was pulled back in a ponytail, seemed oblivious to the planet he was on.

Benton, who had shaggy, curly hair and was wearing a baggy, paisley-printed shirt, was whispering in Lena's ear. She giggled and nodded.

“Have a seat, guys,” she said, waving absently in the direction of Ethan and Charlie, and walked off holding Benton's hand.

Ethan looked around. The only thing to sit on was a pair of beat up beanbags. Lena and Benton returned to Benton's armchair and she settled on his lap like a daughter waiting for a bedtime story from her father. Benton wore a grin so big it told the rest of the world to fuck off, he had a hot babe in his lap.

Ethan got the point. He picked a beanbag and sat. Charlie sat in the other. Between them was a low table with a lamp and an ashtray stuffed with cigarette butts and chewed bubblegum.

The red haired guy and the girl with the sunglasses were smoking a joint, and Lena and Benton seemed to be absorbed in themselves, laughing at things they were telling each other. There was a tv next to the other guy and girl and Ethan would have loved to turn it on to watch anything, but he didn't feel too comfortable about getting up to turn it on. He doubted it worked, anyway.

The girl got up, went into the kitchen and returned a moment later with a bottle of Pepsi. She opened the bottle and handed it to the red haired guy, who passed her the joint. She took a deep hit and passed it back to him, and stood there in the middle of the room, moving to the music. Ethan wouldn't have minded a cold Coke, and he was pretty sure Charlie wouldn't have minded, either. However, neither the guy nor the girl seemed too interested in sharing what they had. It gave him an uneasy feeling this was going to take all night.

Lena had changed her position on Benton's lap. She was straddling him, facing him. Her arms were up over her head and she was writhing, like she was giving him a lapdance. His hands were on her hips, just under her skirt.

For a moment, Ethan felt a pang of anger and jealousy, but he didn't know why. Sure, he would have done anything to be in that guy's position right then, watching this gorgeous woman writhe on his lap, but what should he care? She wasn't his girlfriend. He had no reason to feel jealous, and she wasn't trying to make him feel jealous. So why was he jealous?

The girl with the sunglasses grabbed the bottom of her jersey and slowly pulled it off over her head while she swung her hips to the music. Ethan and Charlie looked at each other.

She was naked under the shirt, and skinny. Her bony ribs and small breasts made her look undernourished. She unbuttoned her jeans and let them drop to the floor. She wasn't wearing panties, either. She looked like a young, bony, awkward girl, except that she moved like a woman. She certainly wasn't ugly, she just wasn't like Lena's kind of sexy.

He turned his attention back to Lena. She had got up and was holding Benton's hand, helping him out of the chair and leading him through the drape of beads over the doorway into his bedroom. Ethan sighed. So much for integrity.

The skinny girl was still naked, except for her sunglasses, and she was working on the red haired guy's pants. The way he was sucking on the joint, maybe he hadn't noticed what she was doing. She got the pants open, though, and his erection popped up. His eyes were closed, he was holding the joint on a roach clip with his pinky extended, and he had a big, dumb grin on his face, but he knew he was going to get laid, which was more than Ethan could say for himself that night.

The girl stood over the red haired guy with her legs on either side of the beanbag. She squatted down, reached between her legs, and quickly lowered herself on his dick. The guy's expression didn't change. The girl continued to move to the beat of the music, except that she was going up and down instead of side to side.

Ethan could not tell what was going on in Benton's room. He could just see the end of the futon on the floor, but he couldn't see if anyone was on it. Occasionally, Lena would move in and out of his view in the doorway, and each time she was wearing less. The more he saw of her naked, the more jealous he got, even though he didn't understand why. She was just fucking Benton for the free hash. Ethan just wanted to fuck her because she looked great, which wasn't much different. So why did he feel miserable about it? Because she could be out here fucking him instead of the pothead, that's why.

The only action the red headed guy made on his own was to grab the girl's tit with his free hand. She seemed much less passive than him, although neither of them appeared to care too much about what happened around them. They obviously didn't care if a couple of strangers watched them fuck.

Two pair of feet appeared at the end of the futon, visible through the doorway only up to the ankles. It looked like Lena was on top, judging by the position of the pretty pair of feet. He could hear them moaning and laughing above the music. He had to tear his eyes away. It was agonizing to have to watch other people fuck without having a turn himself.

The girl with the sunglasses started screaming at the top of her lungs and tossing her head around like it was about to come off. Obviously, she was cumming. The last thing Ethan expected from her was to be so vocal about it. She was hardly vocal about much else.

For a while she was hunched over the guy, breathing hard, her palms on his chest and her arms straight to support herself. The guy had his head turned to the side, puffing on a joint he held by a clip in his left hand, while he squeezed one of her tits with his right hand. Every rib in her torso stuck out when her chest expanded to suck in a breath, even around to her backside.

She pulled off her sunglasses and looked over her right shoulder at Ethan. He could only see her right eye from under her stringy hair. It was a little glazed over, but she was looking right at him.

She lifted herself off the guy and his thin penis slipped out of her hole. Turning sluggishly on one foot, she moved toward Ethan.

Her bare feet padded on the hard wood floor one in front of the other like a slinky cat. Balance seemed to grow more and more challenging for her with each step.

She knelt down in front of him and put her hands on his knees. The corners of her mouth were turned up in a distracted, playful grin. Looking into her face, he realized she was older than he had first thought. Her face had a few faint wrinkles and she wore a slightly worn, tired look. How much of it was caused by the drugs, he couldn't tell.

Her hands moved up the insides of his thighs toward his groin.

“Ever had a blowjob, kid?” she said, gazing into his eyes.

Her left hand moved over the lump of his erection in his pant leg, but she didn't seem to notice.

“Once or twice,” Ethan said.

He glanced at Charlie. Hee was almost laughing. Her hands reached for his zipper.

“Then you're a lucky guy.”

Ethan looked to the doorway to the other room, where Lena was still rolling on the bed.

“Maybe,” he said.

The girl was trying to pull his jeans down and he hated to stop her. He'd love to get a blowjob sometime tonight, but he'd prefer one from Lena. He gave in and lifted his hips so she could get his jeans off.

She held the waist of his jeans and tugged them down toward herself to about the middle of his thigh. Most of his dick was exposed, but the head and part of the shaft was still covered. The girl reached for it, held it as if she might be picking up a slimy lizard by its body, and drew it free of his jeans.

“Just tell me when you're gonna cum so I can take it out of my mouth,” she said in a slurred voice as she stroked the shaft.

“Sure,” Ethan said.

The girl nodded. When she blinked, her eyelids moved sluggishly, in slow motion. She stuck her tongue out past her lips and licked the head.

Ethan watched her tongue move around on the head of his cock. How old could she really be? She looked thirty, but maybe she was older than that. Would that make her better at sucking than any of the girls his own age?

She touched the tip of the head to her lower lip and slowly sucked it into her mouth. Her eyes were closed. Her head moved slowly back and forth. Her mouth felt so warm and wet and soft around the end of his cock. This was a woman with years of experience with a penis in her mouth.

Ethan looked at Charlie. He shrugged. Ethan sat back with a deep sigh. He only hoped he had the time to let her finish.

She was very gentle and very deliberate. She worked her mouth slowly down on the shaft until the head touched the back of her mouth, then sucked firmly as she drew her head back. As the head left her mouth, she closed her lips tightly around it so that she was kissing the tip. Ethan's eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned.

The Van Morrison record ended abruptly, leaving the apartment immersed in an unearthly silence. Once Ethan's ears adjusted to the silence, he heard only the soft, wet sucking sounds of the older girl's mouth on his rod and the gentle moans Lena made in the other room. The red-haired guy got up, went to the stereo, removed the record, put on the next one and put the Van Morrison album back in the old peach crate with all the other old albums. Ethan watched him through the slits of his barely open eyelids.

A moment later, a Doors tune blared from the speakers. Ethan jumped and accidentally jammed his cock into the girl's puffy, soft lips. The head struck the back of her mouth and pushed partway down her throat.

“Uunnghh,” she gagged.

Her eyes bulged out and her face turned a deep red. Her head quickly snapped back to get the penis out of her mouth.

“Sorry,” Ethan said above the noise of the music.

She wiped her mouth.

“Forget about it,” she said.

Her lips were up against the head of his cock and she held it around the shaft, making it appear that she was speaking into a microphone. Her lips parted again and softly slipped down over the end of the shaft. Ethan flinched. She was sucking him deep into her mouth, practically lifting him out of the chair.

“Ethan?” Charlie said.

He looked at Charlie, who nodded toward the bedroom. Benton had emerged through the beads, his face beaming. On the other side of the beads, Lena was dressing. He just caught a glimpse of her beautiful breasts before she pulled the cutoff tank top down over them. She cupped them in her hands, adjusting them. When she looked up, she saw him looking back at her. He didn't look away. She smiled and looked down to pick up her vest.

“Oh my God,” Benton said.

His wide eyes stared at Ethan's lap. He had forgotten about him. Lena was so engrossing, who could blame him?

“Dude, you got the biggest dick I ever seen. Larry, check this out.”

Benton came over, put his hand around his shaft and removed it from the girl's mouth. Ethan looked over at Charlie, hoping for some help out of this impossible situation, but he was trying to hold back his laughter.

“Dude, this is the biggest dick I ever seen,” Benton said again, staring at him with wide eyes. He held his erect penis like an antique dealer appraising a priceless vase. “How'd you make it so big?”

“It came that way,” Ethan said.

“Cool,” Benton nodded, turning his dick to see each side.

Lena walked by behind Benton, holding up a baggie containing ground hash.

“You guys ready to go? Or is your friend staying for the party?” she said.

She turned and headed for the door.

Ethan tried to get up. The girl had his cock in her mouth again.

“Sorry,” he said, trying gently to pull it out.

She shrugged and released it.

“No problem,” she slurred.

She crawled on her hands and knees back to the beanbag.

Ethan barely managed to get his cock stuffed back into his jeans and make it out of the apartment to catch up to Charlie and Lena. They were just outside the front door. He didn't want them to see how anxious he was. Coolness was the only exterior he wanted Lena to see.

She burst out laughing when she saw him walking funny with the painful, stiff erection in his jeans. Charlie was laughing, too. Ethan was grateful for the darkness that concealed his embarrassment.

Lena approached Ethan as he started for the car.

“Did you cum in her mouth?” she said.

“I didn't have time.”

She put her arm around his waist and rubbed up against him like a cat in heat. Her right hand snaked down over his abdomen to the ridge of his rock-hard cock.

“It's just not your night, is it?”

“I've had better. Who was she?”

“How the hell should I know? I thought she was your friend.”

“Ok. We got the hash. Let's go. I'm starving,” Charlie said.

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The car was quiet when they drove off again. Lena started laughing.

“I'm sorry. I don't mean to laugh. It was just so funny when Benton grabbed your dick. I though you were gonna die,” she said.

“I thought he was gonna pull out his dick and compare them,” Ethan said and groaned.

Charlie laughed. “Maybe he just wanted some advice on how to make his bigger.”

He drove right to the McDonald's and parked in a spot at the back of the parking lot beneath a tall, overhead lamp that bathed the car in a pale, bluish light.

“Can I get you anything?” Charlie asked as he got out.

“Nothing for me,” Lena said.

Ethan pulled a couple of dollars out of his pocket and handed them to Charlie.

“Just a couple of double cheeseburgers,” he said.

Charlie shut the door and left. Ethan and Lena were uncomfortably quiet together. Only the sound of the crickets all around them kept them company.

He glanced down at Lena's thigh, which was highlighted by the light coming in through the windshield. He was dying to say something to her. She was probably thinking what an idiot he was.

“I never smoked hash before,” Ethan whispered, and winced as he heard the words coming out of his mouth.

Lena looked at him, a slight grin turning up the corners of her mouth.

“Never?”

“Why are we whispering?” Ethan said, and they both giggled like kids.

“I don't know. It's so quiet,” Lena said softly.

She placed her hand on his thigh. Ethan stiffened. Her fingers were very close to the end of his erection.

“What's it like?” Ethan said.

“What's what like?”

“Hash.”

“It's intense, not like weed. You'll love it.” Her hand gently glided up his thigh to the ridge made by his penis. “You're still hard. Don't you ever go soft?”

“Not when I got a girl like you sitting so close.”

His hand came up and squeezed her tit. Her nipple was a hard point under the thin, flimsy shirt.

Without another word, Lena tilted her head and kissed him. Her wet tongue pushed its way into his mouth. He couldn't believe how nervous she made him.

She climbed up on the seat. He slipped his hands down around her slim waist and lifted her all on his lap. Her legs parted and straddled him. Her warm mound pressed down on the hard lump in the front of his jeans. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him deeply, moaning faintly. His hands slid down her backside and squeezed her ass.

“You wanna fuck me, don't you?” Lena said with a deep breath.

“I think so,” Ethan said.

“You think so?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna do it right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too.”

She reached down, opened his pants, and pulled out his erection. It stood straight up between them and she stroked it fast and hard. Ethan's hand slipped inside the back of her flimsy panties.

“Do these have a slit crotch?” he said.

“No. Tear them off,” Lena said.

“Really?”

“Really. Do it.”

He bunched them in his hands and pulled. She moaned and arched her back, pressing her tits into his face, but the panties didn't tear. He tried again, grunting with a hard tug. The fabric shredded in his hands like tissue.

“Yes, yes,” Lena squealed. She raised herself on her knees and guided his cock between her legs. “I've been dying to know how this thing feels all night.”

Ethan was too excited to speak. His heart pounded in his chest. Slowly, the warm, wet heat of her pussy envelope his cock as she lowered herself on it. She was deliciously tight. He groaned.

“Oh God ... Oh God ... Oh yes,” Lena gasped, piercing herself deeper on his cock.

“Does it hurt?” Ethan said.

“Mm hm,” Lena said between clenched teeth.

She continued to lower herself on his lap, gradually taking the entire shaft inside her, until all of her weight was resting on his lap. Her eyes fluttered open and gazed into his.

“I only thought I'd taken large men before.”

“Are you just saying that to make me feel good?”

“Sort of,” Lena admitted with a shrug and a smile. Her lean body began to move up and down in his lap. “That doesn't mean it hurt any less.” She pulled her top up away from her tits.

Ethan nodded in acceptance. “You might have a point about that.”

Lena groaned, baring her clenched teeth. “Of course I do. I know about guys like you. I date them all the time.” Moving up and down in his lap created smacking sounds from her wet cunt.

“Charlie's not like that.”

Lena looked pensive for a moment. “He doesn't count. We're just friends.”

“Some friends. I don't know married people who fuck as often as you.”

“Married people don't fuck, silly,” Lena giggled. “They just watch tv.”

They laughed at each other. Ethan glanced at the driver's side mirror and saw Charlie approaching with a bag in each hand. He almost looked back at Lena to reluctantly tell her they had to stop, but something stopped him. He heard a squeal of tires somewhere behind him and saw Charlie look back over his shoulder, then stop abruptly as a car Ethan didn't recognize cut him off. Even before the car's doors opened and a bunch of guys wearing Belleville High School varsity jackets jumped out, Ethan knew Charlie was in trouble.

“Get up,” Ethan shouted, easily lifting Lena's light form off his lap.

“What? What?” Lena shouted helplessly as Ethan tossed her off and her hip hit the steering wheel. His sudden show of strength surprised her. She didn't realize he was that strong. “What the hell are you doing?” Lena shouted angrily.

Ethan yanked his pants up. “Charlie's in trouble.”

Lena's expression instantly changed. “Where?” she said, searching for him out the back window. All she could see was an old car with a bunch of guys in high school jackets getting out. “Oh my god,” she muttered when she realized these guys were going to hurt Charlie.

Ethan was out of the car in a hurry and ran toward the group of angry looking guys that was gathering around Charlie. He could tell by their brush cut hair that they weren't hockey guys, without even seeing the football symbol on the shoulders of their jackets. He would enjoy beating the shit out of these guys more than if they were on the Belleville hockey team.

Two of the biggest guys Ethan had ever seen were moving toward Charlie. One of them was pointing at him and saying something. Charlie could only back away, and he only had a few more feet before he backed into the wall of the building. His jaw hung down and his eyes were wide open. Ethan had never seen such a look of fear.

Ethan ran headlong toward them as fast as he could, but was helpless to prevent Charlie from getting hit. He watched the big, ugly guy who had been pointing at Charlie raise his fist and thrust it forward. It connected with Charlie's face with a vicious smack, flattening his nose and snapping his head back. He crumpled backwards limply to the pavement, still clutching the bags in each hand.

Ethan had to pick one of them and the most obvious was the guy who just popped Charlie. He shoved his way past a couple of the other guys and barreled into his target, who never saw him coming. He launched himself into the wide form like he was checking him into the boards, his forearms up and his shoulders down, one of the things he was best known for on the ice.

Ethan's body collided brutally with the football player's, knocking the wind out of him in a rush, lifting him off his feet and carrying him three or four feet away. He dropped back to the parking lot with a thud.

Most of the other guys were too stunned to react. It had happened so fast and was so violently. The other big guy, however, responded with a sucker punch from behind that firmly grazed Ethan's jaw.

Ethan turned to face him, anger glowing in his eyes. He was heavy set, a round face with the round body of a lineman, and the expression on that face changed instantly when he looked into Ethan's eyes. Ethan had been hit by harder sucker punches from junior varsity defensemen half the size of this oaf, who was quickly realizing that his punch did nothing more than draw attention to himself. He instantly regretted this when Ethan's clenched fist whipped out and struck his jaw like a sledgehammer and nearly twisted his head all the way around. He dropped to his butt and grunted.

Ethan looked at the other guys facing him. One or two of them had wide open eyes and mouths. He wondered briefly why none of them was moving toward him, then realized they were looking past him, and he realized he had forgotten about the first guy, who was probably coming up behind him. That was a mistake.

He spun around just in time to get punched in the face. It was a good, hard blow that caught him off guard and staggered him backwards a few steps. The guy stepped forward, feeling confident, and punched Ethan again before he could get his feet set. His left fist connected with Ethan's jaw and jerked his head sideways. Ethan shook his head, tasting blood in his mouth.

He saw the next punch coming, a poorly telegraphed blow he easily deflected with his raised forearm. Before the football player could counter with his other fist, Ethan clocked him across his jaw with a quick right cross. The thug's head snapped back and he looked overcome with shock. With lightning quickness developed from years of on-ice fights, Ethan popped him again with another right cross. His knees weakened and buckled, and he slumped to the ground before Ethan.

Lena heard the crack of Ethan's fist on the guy's jaw and watched him collapse, but she still didn't believe Ethan was strong enough to knock down a guy who must have been at least twice as big as him, especially after he had been hit so hard by the big one.

Suddenly, Ethan was jumped by all the other guys, who had been standing around, watching in amazement. One guy jumped on his back, one guy started kicking him, and the other hit Ethan repeatedly in the stomach. Lena did not rush to help him, but to help Charlie, who was still down on his back. Blood streamed from his nose down the front of his shirt. As she reached him she saw the flashing lights of a police headed toward them.

She bent down to tend to Charlie, who still looked dazed. Behind her, she heard the police car screech to a stop and the cops yelling when they got out. She was more certain now than ever this would be a night to remember.

Ethan was embarrassed at being recognized at the hospital by one of the doctors, a couple of the nurses and most of the staff. They kidded him about being in another fight and he had to explain to Lena that he spent a lot of time in this hospital because of fights in hockey games. She laughed, covered her mouth with her hand, looked at him with uncertainty, and laughed again.

They were sitting on a bench against a wall in the hallway of the emergency room. Across the hall, on a similar bench, were three of the six football guys who had been fighting with Ethan. Standing in the center of the hall between them was Officer Shenton, looking very disappointed. The other three football players were in one of the rooms along the hallway, one with a broken nose, one with a broken arm and one, the biggest of them all, with a broken jaw. Ethan had suffered a bloody nose, a swollen, cut lip, a nasty gash on his left cheek just below the eye from the oversized football player's trophy ring, a mild concussion and badly scraped knuckles on the back of his left hand. The gash required a dozen stitches and the overexuberant intern had bandaged his whole left hand.

The three guys facing Lena and Ethan had suffered only scrapes and bruises. Not one of them could keep their eyes off Lena's long, bare legs, including Officer Shenton, Ethan noticed.

Lena could not fail to notice it, either, and she made the most of it, teasing the football players, the cop, doctors, orderlies and any other male who happened to look her way.

Finally, the door Ethan had been watching opened and Charlie came out, followed by the young intern who had bandaged him. He was walking slowly, his head tilted back slightly. Ethan thought it was a little extravagant for just a bandage over the bridge of his nose, but then, Charlie had never had it broken before. He fought back a snicker and got up.

Lena rushed to him. “Oh Charlie. Does it hurt?” she asked, holding his arm and guiding him carefully.

Ethan winced, feeling terrifically embarrassed in front of the football guys from Belleville. Charlie only groaned. He didn't even know they were there. Ethan hoped he could hustle them out of there before the football guys started laughing at them behind their backs.

It was late by the time they got back to Lena's apartment. Charlie had lost his appetite and wouldn't let them stop to get another dinner to replace the one lost in the fight. Ethan was starving, but he didn't say anything. He only followed Lena's directions to her apartment while she tended to Charlie in the back seat.

Charlie had been quiet since they left the hospital. Ethan felt for him. Charlie was a good guy, but not tough. He didn't like seeing his friend get hurt. It was not in his nature to fight, and whenever a bully picked on him, such as happened that night, he was practically defenseless.

Ethan, on the other hand, never shied away from a fight. Charlie had seen enough of his games to know this, and he was horrified every time he got into a fight on the ice.

Ethan sat beside Charlie on Lena's sofa while Lena ran off to the kitchen to get some aspirin. Charlie had his head tilted back and was breathing through his mouth when he began to chuckle. Ethan turned to him.

“What?” he said.

“Nothing,” Charlie said, slowly shaking his head.

“Oh, bull. You've had me sitting here worried to hell about you, so if you're feeling better you're damn well going to tell me what's so funny.”

“Okay, okay, Jesus. You don't have to jump all over me. It was just the look on that guy's face when you jumped him. He hit you so hard and you didn't go down. He knew he was in trouble.”

“Yeah, Ethan said, chuckling as he remembered it, too.

Lena returned with a glass of water and a couple of aspirin. “Here, take these,” she said. She dropped the white tablets in his open palm and handed him the glass. As Charlie swallowed the aspirin one at a time, Lena sa beside him on his left and opened her purse.

“Anybody want to smoke some hash?” she said, holding up the baggy, looking expectantly at the two guys. They looked at her together. She grinned like she was trying to sell candy to kids. Charlie didn't look too interested. Lena ran her other hand up the inside of his thigh. “Or maybe you'd be interested in something else?”

Charlie turned to Ethan. “Do you mind?”

“No. I've already blown you once tonight.”

“Good,” Lena said, and before Charlie could stop her, she had his pants open and his penis out. It was quickly growing erect in her hands. “I've been waiting for a chance to do this all night.”

The two guys watched intently. She leaned over his lap, her lips only inches from the tip of Charlie's erection. She opened her mouth, stuck out her pink tongue and licked the soft skin on the underside of the head with just the very end of her tongue. Holding her tongue lightly on that soft skin, she gently closed her lips around the head. Charlie sighed and all the tension seemed to flow from his body at once.

“Man, that feels so much better than getting punched,” he whispered.

Without releasing the head from her lips, Lena climbed off the sofa to the floor between Charlie's legs. Looking back up at the two guys like a worshipper paying homage to a deity, Lena slowly slid Charlie's cock into her mouth, over her tongue and down her throat.

Charlie groaned deeply. Ethan's eyebrows arched up in amazement. Lena sucked loudly, moving her head up and down over Charlie's lap in long, slow strokes. Ethan watched Charlie's cock disappear then reappear from her mouth drenched with Lena's saliva again and again. She looked like a really great cocksucker. He wished the girl in the apartment had sucked him with as much vigor as Lena was sucking Charlie. He might have come by then.

Ethan wanted to look away, but couldn't. He'd watched girls suck his own dick many times, but it wasn't often he got to see another guy getting his dick sucked. Charlie's cock wasn't as long as Ethan's but it was just about as thick. In Lena's small mouth, however, it looked like an immense, throbbing beast with a life of its own. It was a deep red and had thick, dark, ugly veins that stood out just under the skin. This was the same cock he had sucked earlier that night, but he didn't remember it being so ... so ... desirable.

“Excuse me,” Ethan said and got up.

“Are we bothering you?” Charlie said.

Ethan turned away from them and headed for the kitchen. “No, no. It's just that ... If I keep watching I'm going to want to start sucking it, too.”

Lena pulled it out of her mouth. “You can if you want to.” She licked up the drool that hung from the corner of her mouth.

“No. Thanks,” Ethan said.

“You sure?” Charlie asked.

“Yeah.”

“Do you mind if we go to my room?” Lena said, rising from her knees.

“No, not at all.”

“Okay.” Lena helped Charlie to his feet. “We might be a while.”

Ethan turned to them, forcing a pleasant smile. “Take your time. Have fun.” He watched them go off to Lena's bedroom, Lena towing Charlie in hand. As they went through the door, Lena waved to him with a cute smile like she was waving goodbye to a little kid on his first day at school. The door closed behind her and the whole apartment became very quiet.

Ethan sighed. He'd had better nights. The local anesthetic the intern had used to numb his cheek before he sewed it up was wearing off. Now his whole head throbbed with pain, as did his right hand. He held it close to his chest, trying to will the pain to go away and careful not to mess up the bandages. Coach was going to be pissed if he couldn't play next week because of an injury he suffered off the ice. He rolled his eyes up, shaking his head in disgust. Sometimes he just wished he could keep his pants on.

Ethan found a Coke in the refrigerator and a People magazine to keep him occupied while he tried not to notice that the two of them were taking an awful long time in Lena's bedroom. Neither could he ignore that fact that Lena was making an inordinate amount of noise, as if she wanted Ethan, as well as the rest of the apartment building, to hear that she was having sex without him.

He looked up when he heard keys in the lock of the door, which swung open a moment later. A girl stopped just outside, looking in, holding a ring of keys in her right hand and a stack of books in her left. She was beautiful. More than that, she was gorgeous. He immediately forgot about the magazine.

She had long, dark hair that hung down to her shoulders. Her eyes were dark and exotic and searched the room suspiciously. Her cheeks were high and round, her nose tiny and her lips full. She wore a short floral print dress. She stepped just inside the door and stared directly at Ethan.

“Who the hell are you?” she said accusingly.

“I'm Ethan,” Ethan said. He realized he probably didn't look too friendly with the bandages on his face and hand. She shook her head uncomprehendingly. “Charlie's friend,” he added, and she nodded, finally understanding.

“Who does she have in there?” the girl said, pointing in the direction of Lena's bedroom with her thumb.

“Charlie.”

“Ah.” She started toward the kitchen.

“Who are you?” Ethan said, although he figured she was Lena's roommate, since she had a key, whom Lena had failed to mention.

“I'm Tori. Lena's sister.”

“Oh,” Ethan said curtly. She sounded none too pleased to find a strange guy sitting in her living room while her sister was fucking one of her boyfriends in her bedroom. She set her books on the dining table, awkwardly avoiding looking at Ethan, and went into the kitchen. Ethan blew a deep, uncomfortable sigh, wondering if this night could get any more difficult.

He glanced toward the door to the bedroom. Lena's high-pitched squeal was very regular. There was only one other door, which was open and led to the bathroom. Did Tori and Lena sleep in the same bed, Ethan wondered. Delicious thoughts of the two of them laying naked side by side swam through his mind, making him delirious with desire for both of them at the same time.

Lena's screams began to grow in intensity and changed to “Oh yes ... Oh yes ... Oh God yes”. Ethan buried his face in the magazine to try to ignore it. He didn't look at Tori, but he was sure she was trying to ignore it, as well. Ethan wished he could know if she was screaming that loud because Charlie was that good or because she was that coercive. He wanted to believe Charlie was that good.

Finally, her screams died and the apartment was deathly quiet again. Ethan heard Tori moving around in the kitchen, doing something with some silverware or something, but didn't look in her direction. Why didn't she come out to visit with him? he wondered. Was he that repulsive tonight?

After a few minutes of flipping pages, the bedroom door opened. Ethan looked up. Lena was there, closing the door behind her. She was naked except for the tiny, white lace panties she wore on her hips and the splattered drops of pearly white come she wore on her belly. She grinned real big at him. Her skin flushed with goose bumps and her nipples stood out tall and firm. The crotch of the delicate panties was already soaked with her wetness, and the drops of come ran down her hard stomach muscles to soak the top edge. She moved toward Ethan, casually rubbing a finger through the come on her belly.

“I see you met my sister,” she said, nodding towards Tori in the kitchen. She knelt on the couch beside him, spread her legs over him and settled on his lap, straddling him.

Ethan put his hands around Lena's waist and glanced at Tori. She still had her back turned. “Sort of,” Ethan said. He pressed his hips up as she pressed her mound on his groin. “She didn't seem too thrilled to find me here.”

“She gets kind of shy around strangers. Not like me, of course.” She scooped up a drop of Charlie's come on her finger and held it up to Ethan's lips.

“Of course,” Ethan said, and licked the come from her finger.

Lena climbed off and patted Ethan's knee. “I'll go talk to her. She'll open up once she gets to know you.”

Lena went to the kitchen with her sister. Ethan looked down at the wrinkled magazine beside him, where Lena's knee had squished it into the cushion. He had no desire to pick it up and pretend to read it anymore. He had decided he had to get out of there, so he got up and went to the bedroom.

Charlie was lying face down on the bed. Ethan noticed the scratch marks across his back. He looked up when Ethan entered. His face was still red around the bandage on his nose.

“I made her come pretty good,” Charlie grinned, looking very pleased with himself.

“I heard.”

Charlie chuckled. “I'll bet the whole building heard.”

“I'm sure they did.”

> the kitchen, they heard the girls' laughing. Charlie looked confused.

“Who else is out there?” he said.

“Tori, Lena's sister,” Ethan said.

Charlie's face brightened. “Really? Did she talk to you? I told her everything about you, I mean everything,” he said excitedly.

“Why'd you do that?”

“Because I thought you'd really like to meet her. She's really cute, isn't she?”

Ethan shrugged. “Sure, she's cute, but she didn't seem too thrilled to meet me.”

“Oh, I'll bet she's just playing coy. I'll bet she really likes you but she doesn't want to come on too strong.”

“I don't know,” Ethan said uncertainly. “Charlie, I just want to go home and go to bed.”

“What? Already? Don't you want to smoke the hash?”

Ethan shook his head. “It's late and I'm tired. Can I take your car? I'll bring it back in the morning.”

Charlie sat up, leaning on his elbow. “Sure. Lena put the keys on the dresser.”

Ethan stepped over the sheets and blankets piled on the floor at the foot of the bed, took the keys off the dresser, and went back to the doorway.

“Sorry,” he said, turning back to Charlie. He felt a pair of hands on his waist and looked down. Lena appeared beside him, her right hand reaching down the front of his jeans, feeling for his growing penis.

“You'll have to wait your turn,” she said. Her hand touched his cock and she squeezed. “I'm not done with Charlie yet.” She yanked her hand out of Ethan's pants and jumped on the bed, giggling with excitement.

“I guess I'll leave you two alone,” Ethan said and turned to leave.

“Ethan,” Lena said, stopping him. She motioned for him to come closer with her finger. He leaned close to her. “Go fuck Tori. I happen to know she's been dying to find out what you've got in your pants,” she whispered.

“Sure,” Ethan nodded. Charlie and Lena were giggling and rolling on top of each other when he left. He turned back to the living room, feeling an aching stiffness between his legs. Tori was still in the kitchen with her back to the living room. He was glad. It made it that much easier to leave.

Ethan loved driving Charlie's car. It was so big and low and easy to drive. He still loved his '66 GTO, but that was a get-up-and-go-fast car. Charlie's Olds was a laid back and take it easy kind of car.

He parked the car in the lot outside Lena's apartment building. He had wanted to go to bed with Lena and even with Tori when he met her, but now he just wanted to get Charlie and get out of there.

He knocked and waited. Tori opened the door.

“Hi,” she said, looking into his eyes. She smiled at him.

“Hi,” Ethan said. She looked as beautiful as he remembered, maybe even more. She was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a white turtleneck shirt. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail. They stood for a minute staring at each other.

“Is Charlie still here?” Ethan finally asked.

“Yeah. Do you want to come in?” She stepped aside, holding the door open for him. Ethan went in.

Immediately he smelled a strong, pungent odor that filled the whole apartment. On the coffee table in front of the couch was an ashtray filled with ashes and tiny, twisted cigarette butts. They had smoked the hash.

“You left pretty early last night,” Tori said, coming up behind him.

Ethan turned to her. “Yeah. I wasn't feeling very well.” He noticed the way she was looking at him. He'd seen that look in her eyes before from other girls.

“Sorry to hear that. Are you feeling better now?”

“Some,” Ethan said. His interest in her was beginning to grow. “Is Charlie ready to go?”

Tori giggled. “He's a little ... indisposed right now.” She glanced toward the bedroom. “He got pretty wasted last night.”

Ethan looked at the closed bedroom door. “Are they asleep in there?”

“Sort of. They've been asleep for a while now but every now and then I hear them going at it.”

Ethan started toward the door. “Maybe I should get him up.”

Tori put her hand on his arm. “Maybe you should let him sleep.” Ethan looked very surprised. She smiled warmly. “Have a seat. Would you like some coffee?”

“Uh, sure,” Ethan stammered. He sat on the sofa in the same spot he sat last night. “Is there any hash left?”

“We smoked it all. You should have stayed.” Tori went to the kitchen once again. He watched her move about, opening the cupboard for a coffee mug, pouring the coffee.

“Do you like cream or sugar in your coffee?” she asked while she poured.

“Sure, just a little,” Ethan answered. Tori carried the mug out and handed it to Ethan. “Thanks,” he said, holding the hot mug in his uninjured hand. He took a cautious sip. It was very good. Tori sat beside him, folded her legs Indian style, and picked up her glass of Mountain Dew. They were quiet for a few minutes, sipping their drinks, until Tori spoke.

“How did you hurt your hand?” she said.

“Pardon me?” Ethan replied.

“Your hand.” Tori looked down at his hand. “How did you hurt it?”

Ethan raised his injured hand and cradled it in his good hand. “Oh, uh, in a fight,” he said sheepishly.

“Ah,” Tori nodded. She was looking straight ahead while she sipped, Ethan noticed. He also noticed how soft and pale her skin looked. He had seen that she was beautiful before, that was not difficult to notice, but he had not realized how beautiful she was, and how much more so than Lena. Lena had a hardbody, lean and firm, but Tori was softer, more delicate, her features more classically feminine.

Her face was like that of a doll's. Her cute eyes were small and girlish, her nose was a little button that turned up at the end, her lips were full and pouty. Her jaw tapered into her neck, which seemed too fragile to hold up her head.

Her round breasts were deliciously obvious beneath snugly fitting turtleneck shirt, and their shape was accentuated by the flatness of her stomach and the gentle curve of her waist, which flared out to her hips.

She turned and looked at him. Ethan realized he was staring at her and snapped his head around to face the other direction. He took a deep breath, totally embarrassed that she had seen him gawking at her body.

Tori cleared her throat very softly. “Um, how many stitches did you get?” she asked.

Ethan looked at her again. “Uh, about twelve, I think,” he said, holding up his hand as if it was an exhibit. “You probably think I'm pretty stupid for fighting.”

She giggled, which surprised Ethan even more. “Yeah, I do,” she said in her softest, most girlish voice. “Did you win?”

Ethan started to explain to her why he had been fighting, but was confused by her question. “If you think fighting is stupid, why do you care whether or not I won?”

“Just curious.” Before Ethan could ask her his next question, she stood up. “You want more coffee?” she asked, nodding toward Ethan's empty mug.

Ethan stopped with his mouth open, distracted in the middle of speaking. He looked down at the mug. He had drank only about half of it. “Uh, sure,” he said. She held her hand out and he gave it to her. “Thanks,” he said as she went back into the kitchen. He watched her ass cheeks, which were so neatly encased in her tight jeans, move side to side as she walked away from him, and he groaned inwardly.

Tori poured more coffee for him and returned to the living room. She had a sly smile on her puffy lips as she walked toward him, shifting her hips seductively side to side. She stopped in front of him.

“Here,” she said, holding out the mug.

“Thanks.” Ethan took the warm mug. He lifted it to his lips, tilting his head back to sip. Tori still stood in front of him. He looked at her while he drank. Her lips were still curved up in a smile.

Her hands came up to the front of her jeans. Ethan's eyes followed them, and he lowered the mug. She popped open the button of her jeans and pulled down the zipper, peeling the two sides away like peeling a banana. Ethan's eyes widened when he saw the top of her black panties. He set the mug aside. Tori turned herself sideways and set herself lightly on his lap, pressing her soft, firm ass on the long, hard ridge of his cock. It wedged itself in the warm groove between her cheeks. She lowered her lips to his mouth and kissed him.

“Lena told me you had a bad night last night,” she whispered, her voice becoming breathy. “She said I should try to make you come.” She kissed him again.

Ethan placed his left hand on her hip. “Make me come? She told you that?”

“Yep.”

“You've been assigned to make me come?”

“No.” She took his right hand off the arm of the sofa and stuck it down the front of her open jeans. “I volunteered.”

“Oh,” Ethan said. He slipped his fingers under the elastic band of her panties and touched the soft, downy hairs on her warm mound.

“You made me wait all night for this,” she groaned as his fingers inched toward the soft, wet lips between her spread thighs. She spread them wider.

“Sorry.” He pushed his middle finger between her lips and rubbed it back and forth over her slit. He slid his other hand under her shirt to rub her flat belly and felt something cold and hard between the ridges of her stomach muscles. He raised the bottom edge of the white shirt and looked down. She had a pierced belly button and a small gold ring sticking out of it.

“Lena said you were built,” Tori whispered breathily. “Are you?”

“I guess that depends on what you consider built.”

Tori rubbed her ass on the hard ridge that stood up in his lap. “Nine inches is built.”

Ethan shrugged. “I'm close to that.”

“How big are you?”

“Twelve inches.” He watched her beautiful tits rise and fall on her heaving chest and press against the thin, white fabric. Her hard nipples stood out like a pair of buttons.

“Twelve inches? Oh my god. Are you kidding me?”

“Does it feel like twelve inches?”

“No. Is it really?”

“Yes.”

She rubbed her ass on it for a minute while Ethan fingered her pussy. “Okay. I'll take your word for it. Are you going to show it to me?”

“What, do you think I wouldn't?”

Tori shrugged. “I had to make sure. Sometimes Charlie brings over a gay guy and he won't show it to me for anything.”

“Just because I hang out with Charlie doesn't mean I'm gay.”

“I know that.” She waited a few seconds. “Are you bi?”

“No.”

“Then how come you let him fuck you?”

Ethan pulled his finger out of her pants. “He told you that?”

“Yeah,” Tori giggled. “I think it's pretty kinky. I can just see the two of you on a bed together, you all big and muscular on your hands and knees and Charlie behind you with his dick pointing up.”

She started to laugh. Ethan reached for her glass of pop and scooped out an ice cube with his fingers.

“This is kinky,” he said. Tori wasn't paying attention as he put his hand back down the front of her pants, spread her pussy lips apart, and slipped the ice cube into her cunt. Tori screamed and leaped off his lap.

“Oh fuck ... oh shit that's cold,” she shouted, jumping around the room with her hand down in her pants. Ethan laughed at her. The ice cube was way up inside her and there was no way she was getting it out before it melted.

Finally she stopped jumping around and turned to him.

“That was mean,” she said.

Ethan shook his head. “That was kinky.”

Tori nodded. “Okay. Fine. Now that we've determined what kinky is, are you going to show me your thing, or what?” Her eyes glanced down at his lap.

Ethan looked down to see what she was looking at. His erection was clearly visible in his pant leg. He looked into her eyes. She grinned back at him, crawling closer on her hands and knees.

“Come on, show me,” she said. Her other hand slipped into her pants. “How much longer are you going to keep me waiting?”

He unbuttoned his jeans, pulled the zipper down, and peeled the sides away the same as she had done. Tori licked her lips in anticipation.

He lifted his ass off the sofa, pushed the jeans down past his hips, and Tori gasped.

“Oh my god. It's true,” she muttered, staring at his long organ. Her warm hand closed around it and she leaned forward and kissed the head. “You don't know how long I've looked for a man like you.” Her puffy lips parted and it slipped right into her mouth.

“Mmm,” Ethan moaned. Her wet lips smacked as they moved around his shaft. Tori moved her head back and forth, slowly taking more of it into her mouth. Her left hand was closed around the shaft and her right hand reached under to squeeze his fat balls.

She reached for the glass of Mountain Dew, stuck her fingers in, and pulled out an ice cube. Pumping his cock for a few seconds, she popped the ice cube into her mouth. She giggled when she looked up at him. She grabbed his cock with both hands; it was too big for just one; and slowly shoved the entire length into her mouth.

Ethan gasped. The ice cube slid along the side of his shaft. Tori rolled it around the head of his prick, which was growing harder in her mouth. He put his hands around her head and pulled her closer, practically jamming his cock down her throat.

Tori gagged on it. The ice cube was pressed against her cheek, bulging out like she had a huge wad of chew in her mouth. Ethan fucked her face, lifting his hips off the sofa and pushing his cock deep into her mouth.

Tori sucked it hard, tugging on his balls and jamming his cock to the back of her mouth. He gritted his teeth and winced when it felt like she was going to rip his balls off. He put his hands on top of her head, drawing back his hips when her teeth scraped along the shaft.

“Ow ... ow,” he said softly.

Tori slowed down and took it out of her mouth. “Sorry,” she said sheepishly. She crunched the rest of the ice cube. “I get a little carried away sometimes.” The head of his cock rested on her lower lip and she tongued it absently, smearing the saliva that coated it on her chin and left cheek. “I hope you understand.” She started licking along the side of the shaft and the thick vein that ran along the bottom with her icy cold tongue, letting the bulk of it rest on the bridge of her nose.

“I do,” Ethan said, relieved that she was taking it a little easier on him. He brushed her hair away from her face. She reached his balls and sucked one into her mouth. It was large enough on its own to fill her mouth, but she sucked in the other one, as well. Her cheeks were puffed out like a chipmunk with its mouth stuffed with acorns. His knees went weak and he moaned each time she sucked in her cheeks and pressed his balls together.

She released them and licked her lips. “Did my sister blow you last night?” she said, and licked the shaft. Ethan shook his head. “Charlie said he blew you. Did he get you off?”

“No. I didn't have much luck last night,” he said.

“Did you jerk off when you got home last night?” Tori asked.

“No.”

“That's too bad.” She rubbed his balls. “Then these are pretty full right now, aren't they.”

“Oh yeah. They're so full they hurt.”

“They feel pretty full.” She gripped the shaft and licked the head of his cock like a lollipop. “You don't mind if I empty them, do you?”

Ethan put his hands on his hips. “You weren't planning on leaving me high and dry again, were you?”

“Not at all,” Tori smiled, her innocent eyes turned up. “You ever come in a girl's mouth?”

“Once or twice.”

“She swallow it or spit it out?” Between questions she stroked the swollen, purplish head with her tongue.

“Some swallow. Some spit it out.”

Tori chuckled. “About a month ago I went out with this guy and we had some margaritas. When I blew him later he tasted just like limes. Did you drink anything this morning?” She closed her lips around the head and started sucking.

“Orange juice. Maybe it'll taste tangy.”

Tori smiled, showing her teeth alongside his cock. Her bright eyes shined up brightly at him. She looked ravishingly beautiful, especially with a dick in her mouth.

Ethan dug another ice cube out of the glass of pop. Tori opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and Ethan put the ice cube on it. Watching his eyes, she closed her lips around the head of his cock.

Ethan sighed and closed his eyes when he felt the ice cube on one side of his cock and her warm tongue on the other side. Tori's head moved slowly back and forth, working her lips farther and farther down on his cock. He could feel the warm breath from her nose in his pubic hair and he could hear her soft, muffled moans. She was damn good at this, he thought.

With his eyes closed he smiled as he fondly recalled where he had put his cock the night before. It had been in Charlie's mouth and in that strange girl's mouth. Lena hadn't put it in her mouth, but she did hold it in her hands and she even climbed on top of it, although only briefly. Now that it was in Tori's mouth, he regretted leaving early. He might not have had to sleep all night with a painful erection.

He started moving his hips back and forth. Tori moved her head faster. The soft insides of her cheeks and the warm, wet surface of her tongue rubbed the hot skin of his cock. Ethan moved his hips faster. He was breathing hard. He could feel the orgasm building inside him. It was going to be a good one. Tori was going to get a mouthful of come.

She had one hand on his thigh and one hand on his balls, kneading them, as if milking him like a cow. She had her eyes squeezed shut and was moaning when Ethan's knees turned weak and rubbery and he groaned. His orgasm burst in her mouth like a dam break.

Tori's eyes shot open wide and her squeal was muffled by his cock, but she kept sucking up the come that quickly filled her cheeks. Ethan grunted with each pulse of his cock until the orgasm began to taper off and his come only dribbled onto her tongue.

Tori quickly pulled the cock out of her mouth and stood up before Ethan. Her mouth was open and Ethan could see a thick gob of white come on her tongue as she leaned forward, wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her head to kiss him. The thought of eating his own come repulsed him for a moment, but he closed his eyes, opened his mouth, put his hands around her waist and let her kiss him.

She mashed her lips against his and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth, rolling it on his tongue to spread the come around, as if she wanted to make sure he tasted it. Ethan couldn't miss it.

This was the first time he had ever tasted his own come. Remarkably, he thought, it didn't taste very much different from Charlie's. It was just as thick and there seemed to be a lot of it.

Tori ended the kiss, pulling away from Ethan with a smack of her lips. He opened his eyes. She was smiling at him. Her face glowed with color. His own come coated her lips with a pearly sheen.

“Well?” she said, standing in front of him.

“Well what?”

“Did it taste like orange juice?”

Ethan considered it for a second, examining the flavor of his come. “No, I don't think so.”

She shook her head. “I didn't think so, either.” She pulled the bottom of her shirt up, exposing her belly, the shiny ring in her belly button, and her perfect tits. “Now I want to feel you inside me.” She pushed down her jeans, stepped out of them, and climbed onto his lap, straddling his legs. She held his long, hard cock pointed up between her legs. “Be gentle with me,” she said, rubbing her thumb over the head.

“I'll try.”

With one hand, Tori held the lips of her vagina apart. With her other hand, she guided his penis to the opening. “I've always wanted to feel a man your size inside me,” she said as she rubbed the head of his cock along her wet slit. Her small hand barely closed around the thick shaft. The lips of her pussy seemed to open up to suck it in. “I've been searching for a tool this size for years.” She lowered her weight on him and her eyes and mouth opened wide as the shaft slipped through her fingers. “Oh yes ... Oh yes,” she moaned.

Her teeth were clenched together until she was completely settled on his lap. Ethan had his hands closed around her slender waist where her hips started to flare out, as if guiding her down on his pole. Her warm, wet hole was so tight it was almost unbearable.

“That feels incredible,” she breathed, looking into his eyes.

“Does that mean it's big enough for you?”

She laughed. “You'll do.”

She started moving her hips in and out. Ethan's hands slid up her sides and squeezed her tits. He stuck out his tongue and licked the warm skin between her tits. Tori moaned and tossed her head back. She put her arms around his head, cradling him like a child as he sucked her nipple.

He looked up at her. Her mouth was open and her full, pouty lips seemed to quiver. He tilted his head to the side. She leaned forward and kissed him.

The bedroom door opened. Tori and Ethan both turned. Lena came out of her room wearing just a t-shirt, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She stopped when she saw them on the sofa.

“What the hell's going on here?” Lena said.

“Do you mind? We're trying to have sex here,” Tori said.

Lena put up her hands defensively. “Don't mind me.” She went past them to the kitchen, looking away. They watched her until she disappeared behind the wall, then they looked at each other and giggled. Tori started moving her ass up and down again.

She leaned close to him to whisper in his ear. “I think you're going to make me come,” she said, and nibbled his earlobe.

Ethan smiled sheepishly. He finally met somebody he really liked.

End.