My coed college (m/f) ?
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SNIPPETS #4
We packed. OYMYGOD! All of a sudden Andi became a nervous Nellie. I mean, where was the confident, strong, dick girl I knew. "What should I wear?" she asked like 12 times.
"Wear what you always do."
"I can't do that. Come on Brian, help me here."
I finally grabbed Andi by her bony shoulders and made her look me in the eyes. "My family will love you. Like I do. Okay?"
"Really?"
"If you wear something more than a hundred dollars I'll rip it off you in front of everybody," I growled.
I felt her body relax and she actually smiled. "Thanks Brian."
She packed, I packed. I did note that the last gift, her own gift, was not under the tree. I let it slide. I can be tactful once in a while. I didn't say anything.
She parked the car and we walked into the station. I went to the window, paid my fair from Mom's money and asked about Andi's ticket.
"I'll need to see an ID sir," the hefty woman announced. I turned my head and Andi was there at my arm, license out for the woman. The ticket was punched and slid through the arched window. We sat on the hard wooden bench, legs touching. I swear Andi seemed giddy as she fingered her ticket in her hand with wide eyed glances back at me.
"You'll love the family. Well, mostly. Sisters can be a pain in the ass, but Mom and Dad will love you," I cooed, hugging her about the shoulder.
"Are you sure? Like really sure?" she asked, now concerned.
"I'm sure. But if they don't, we hit a motel." Yes, I was trying to bring in some levity. Didn't work. Andi slapped me hard on my arm.
"Don't say that."
"I was just kidding," trying to explain.
"Don't ever kid about family."
"Ooooookay," I sighed out, looking about the small station.
The train was late. Go figure! Andi bought us some snacks from the miserly cafe car. We sat and eat next to each other as the hours slowly went by. Finally my station was called and Andi and I gathered our bags and stood in the vestibule until the train stopped.
We got down, me grabbing the two suitcases as I scanned the area. I saw my sister Bree and shouted a 'hey' to her. She waved and approached.
I felt Andi's hand grasp my arm hard. "It's my sister Bree. Hey Bree. This in Andrea," I announced, using her full name.
"Well, aren't you a cute one. What the hell are you doing with this dork?" she asked with a wink to me.
Andi laughed. "I'm blinded by a great guy."
"You haven't lived with him enough yet," Bree giggled and lead us to her car. The drive was minutes and soon the whole thing was repeated, especially with the younger ones.
Once all the introductions were finally done, I brought our bags up to my room, Andi following. Once in the room, the light turned on, I dropped the grips and turned to Andi. She launched herself into my arms, legs wrapped about my hips. I almost went down for chrissakes. But I held on.
"Oh Brian, it's so great," she gushed, kissing me over and over again. You know, quick pecks, excited like.
Okay, fine.
"Is this your room?"
"Uh huh."
Another kiss. Then she pulled back, serious. "You can't sleep with me here."
"Uh . . . . "
"I've got to make a good impression. You have to sleep somewhere else."
"B-b-b . . . . . . "
"No, REALLY Brian, the couch for you."
Now I'm thinking, this is MY house, MY room and I have to SLEEP on the couch?
Then Andi leaned in, whispering into my ear hotly, "I won't leave you hanging though. We'll have time to play."
My knees almost buckled. I flipped her up and down in my hands, form fitting her firm ass. "Sounds good." I tossed her up and down again as my fingers slipped between her ass, touching her bloated sack.
Andi jerked.
"Sorry."
She giggled, kissed me quickly, then I let her down. She looked around my room. Hell, it wasn't much. A few old posters from movies, some pop stars, couple of books, stupid kid nicknacks and my twin bed. Mostly though, it was bland.
"God, I LOVE it," Andi squealed and jumped back up as my arms swallowed her. "Thank you thank you thank you for inviting me," she gushed.
"I never want you to spend a holiday by yourself again," I stated firmly.
"I'm beginning to like you Brian Belson." Her hug was strong, very strong.
I smiled broadly before stuffing my tongue deep into her hot mouth.
"DINNER!" my sister Brianna announced loudly up the stairs. Andi giggled as did I. I let her down. She fluffed her air, straightened her t shirt, bra straps and we walked down, hand in hand.
The family stared. Like REALLY stared as we walked in. Now no one knew about Andi except that I liked her, or as I told Bree, "might love."
Everyone was all googly eyed about Andi. I finally had enough and dropped my fork loudly on the cheap china. "Will EVERYONE stop ogling my girlfriend?" I asked loudly. "Yes, she kisses me, we hold hands and we even LIKE each other," I announced. Andi bowed her head, embarrassed. Everyone else just smiled broadly. Mom nodded and Dad just looked over at me. I didn't get anything from him. Weird.
As we finished the juicy meatloaf and garlic mashed potatoes, the young 'ins rushed away to the tv in the den. Bree began bringing the left overs into the kitchen. Kevin announced that he and Barb were going "out". Sheesh, the tone of that creep. 'Don't let the door hit you in the ass,' I thought as I stood.
"Hey Mom, let me and Andi do the dishes."
Mom looked at me like I was from Mars or something. "No. She's a guest. But you can go ahead Brian. Very nice of you to offer. Come on with me Andi, let's get to know each other better," Mom said, offering her hand to my girl, leading her out of the dining room. Andi looked over her shoulder at me, positively horrified. My mouth, gaping like a caught fish, watched helplessly as she was walked out of my sight. Then I YELPED! Bree had come back from the kitchen and whacked me hard on the ass.
"Get cleaning Prince Charming. I'll put the food away."
Numbly I gathered up the rest of the dishes and began washing and stacking in the dishwasher. Bree put the food in plastic containers and stuffed them, literally, into an already bursting old refrigerator.
"So, this really is serious?" Bree asked casually.
"Er, maybe," I shrugged, scrubbing especially hard on a plate.
"What she like?"
"Great, just great."
"What's she studying?"
My brain blanked. "Uh, gee, I can't remember."
"Guess too much blood is flowing downward."
I grimaced into the sink, grabbed a sponge and threw it at Bree, hitting her squarely in her chest. And she got wet. "HEY!"
"That's for making rude comments about my girl."
"What was rude?" Bree asked, tossing the sponge back at me. I caught it and began to work the dishes again.
"We don't talk about stuff like that."
"But you do it, right?" a smile in her voice.
I sighed deep, held onto the edge of the large farm sink, trying to form my thoughts. Finally I just blurted, "At least twice a day."
Now it was Bree's turn to look offended. That look told me lots. She wasn't getting any but her younger brother was. Too bad Bree!
"God Brian, I can't believe you said that!"
I shrugged. "You asked."
I heard Bree leave the kitchen, much to my delight. I finished the dishes and started the washer. I strode into the den looking for Andi. I wanted to show her our small town a bit. Though it was dark, I could at least show her my high school and stuff. But only Brianna and Billy were watching tv.
"Hey, where's Andi?"
"I dunno," Billy said. Brianna shrugged, not looking from the screen.
I held a growl and went looking. I found Mom, Dad, Bree and Andi sitting in the living room, on the "guest" couches (we really weren't allowed to sit on them unless company came over). Mom looked over as I entered.
"Oh, Brian. We were just talking with Andrea."
"More like grilling her I sure," I murmured and sat next to a grateful Andi, softly taking her hand in mine.
"Awww," Bree snottily brayed.
"Hush," Mom admonished. "So Brian, Andrea's father is with a large construction company."
"Really?" I asked, surprised. I looked over at Andi who weakly smiled.
"Didn't you know?" my Dad boomed out. "That company's been around since the 1880's. They helped with the caissons of the Brooklyn Bridge. Hell, they drove the pilings for the Empire State Building. Even worked on the Hoover D . . . "
"Got it Dad, it's an old company."
"Andrea's father is head of the company dear," Mom beamed out.
My hand loosened in her hand. I know Andi felt it fore she squeezed mine tighter as if holding me in place. I was getting light headed. My family, as lower middle class as it was, as cash poor as it was, seemed to be relishing that I was dating an obviously wealthy coed. That was never my intention and never would be. The fog in my head was dissipating and now anger was welling up inside me.
"Listen, can ANDREA and I go out? I want to show her the town," I asked, standing up, almost peeling my hand from hers.
"It's dark," Bree offered. THANKS BREE!
"And it's kinda cold, don't you think?" Mom offered, obviously enjoying speaking with Andi and I'm sure about her supposed wealth.
"You just got here son. Why not tomorrow, when she can see things?" Dad asked.
I sighed, sat down and listened as my parents and nosy Bree, as softly as possible, grilled Andi about her family. A few questions later her answer came:
"Well, my parents are in Europe for Christmas," she offered. I knew that.
"That's why she is here," I interjected.
Bree eyed me with daggers to shut up.
"Europe, oh, how nice. We haven't been yet," Mom said smilingly. Dad cleared his throat.
"Kinda hard with the kids dear," he growled softly.
Mom dismissed him. "So where are you from?"
"Originally?" Andi asked.
"Well, sure."
Andi counted off her fingers, "San Francisco, Denver, Oklahoma City, Ames, Iowa, Chicago, Indianapolis, Cincinnati, Nashville, Buffalo . . . ."
Mom interrupted her with, "Well dear, where were you born?"
"Cairo, Illinois. Dad was repairing a bridge there." She pronounced it CAY RO.
"Isn't that exciting?," Mom asked softly, laying her hands in her lap. "But isn't that KY RO? Like in Egypt?"
"No, it's CAY RO." Andi gripped my hand again, TIGHTLY.
Well, as dumb and numb as I can be sometimes I think I understood what she wanted. "Oh hey! I think I have to get Andrea on the internet so she can contact her parents and let them know she is okay."
"Oh," Mom and Dad both gushed, leaning forward in their seats. Bree just smirked, a finger to her temple.
"Yes, that would be good," Andi offered. We stood and I let her lead me to the stairs. We raced up, I closed the door softly and turned the old lock with a muffled CLICK.
"Oh God," Andi said, plopping down onto my soft mattress, holding her head in her hands.
"Well. So you're a Little Orphan Annie kind of girl, huh?"
"Not funny Brian," she growled out at me. Her face owned a pained expression.
"I didn't know you were wealthy."
"I'm not. My parents are."
Hmm, good point. And Andi was not some spoiled brat thinking her family's wealth gave her specialness in society. At least, I never saw it. I let the matter drop. I rubbed my face.
"Well? Do you wanna get online?" I asked, pulling the laptop out of my bag.
"Why?"
"I can get onto the neighbor's wifi."
"B-but how . . ."
"A friend of mine used to come over with his computer and we'd surf porn using their network."
"No, not necessary. I'm sure."
"Won't they be worried? I mean, do they know where you are?"
"Oh, they will. When I use my credit card, they'll know where I am and that I am fine."
"Don't you WANT to contact them?" I asked. Andi dropped her eyes into her lap. I walked over and sat next to her on the bed. Again, my brain was going a mile a minute with so many things.
"I gotta tell you something Brian. And I need you to listen." Andi stood up and began pacing, rubbing her hands together. 'Now what the hell could she tell ME?'
We packed. OYMYGOD! All of a sudden Andi became a nervous Nellie. I mean, where was the confident, strong, dick girl I knew. "What should I wear?" she asked like 12 times.
"Wear what you always do."
"I can't do that. Come on Brian, help me here."
I finally grabbed Andi by her bony shoulders and made her look me in the eyes. "My family will love you. Like I do. Okay?"
"Really?"
"If you wear something more than a hundred dollars I'll rip it off you in front of everybody," I growled.
I felt her body relax and she actually smiled. "Thanks Brian."
She packed, I packed. I did note that the last gift, her own gift, was not under the tree. I let it slide. I can be tactful once in a while. I didn't say anything.
She parked the car and we walked into the station. I went to the window, paid my fair from Mom's money and asked about Andi's ticket.
"I'll need to see an ID sir," the hefty woman announced. I turned my head and Andi was there at my arm, license out for the woman. The ticket was punched and slid through the arched window. We sat on the hard wooden bench, legs touching. I swear Andi seemed giddy as she fingered her ticket in her hand with wide eyed glances back at me.
"You'll love the family. Well, mostly. Sisters can be a pain in the ass, but Mom and Dad will love you," I cooed, hugging her about the shoulder.
"Are you sure? Like really sure?" she asked, now concerned.
"I'm sure. But if they don't, we hit a motel." Yes, I was trying to bring in some levity. Didn't work. Andi slapped me hard on my arm.
"Don't say that."
"I was just kidding," trying to explain.
"Don't ever kid about family."
"Ooooookay," I sighed out, looking about the small station.
The train was late. Go figure! Andi bought us some snacks from the miserly cafe car. We sat and eat next to each other as the hours slowly went by. Finally my station was called and Andi and I gathered our bags and stood in the vestibule until the train stopped.
We got down, me grabbing the two suitcases as I scanned the area. I saw my sister Bree and shouted a 'hey' to her. She waved and approached.
I felt Andi's hand grasp my arm hard. "It's my sister Bree. Hey Bree. This in Andrea," I announced, using her full name.
"Well, aren't you a cute one. What the hell are you doing with this dork?" she asked with a wink to me.
Andi laughed. "I'm blinded by a great guy."
"You haven't lived with him enough yet," Bree giggled and lead us to her car. The drive was minutes and soon the whole thing was repeated, especially with the younger ones.
Once all the introductions were finally done, I brought our bags up to my room, Andi following. Once in the room, the light turned on, I dropped the grips and turned to Andi. She launched herself into my arms, legs wrapped about my hips. I almost went down for chrissakes. But I held on.
"Oh Brian, it's so great," she gushed, kissing me over and over again. You know, quick pecks, excited like.
Okay, fine.
"Is this your room?"
"Uh huh."
Another kiss. Then she pulled back, serious. "You can't sleep with me here."
"Uh . . . . "
"I've got to make a good impression. You have to sleep somewhere else."
"B-b-b . . . . . . "
"No, REALLY Brian, the couch for you."
Now I'm thinking, this is MY house, MY room and I have to SLEEP on the couch?
Then Andi leaned in, whispering into my ear hotly, "I won't leave you hanging though. We'll have time to play."
My knees almost buckled. I flipped her up and down in my hands, form fitting her firm ass. "Sounds good." I tossed her up and down again as my fingers slipped between her ass, touching her bloated sack.
Andi jerked.
"Sorry."
She giggled, kissed me quickly, then I let her down. She looked around my room. Hell, it wasn't much. A few old posters from movies, some pop stars, couple of books, stupid kid nicknacks and my twin bed. Mostly though, it was bland.
"God, I LOVE it," Andi squealed and jumped back up as my arms swallowed her. "Thank you thank you thank you for inviting me," she gushed.
"I never want you to spend a holiday by yourself again," I stated firmly.
"I'm beginning to like you Brian Belson." Her hug was strong, very strong.
I smiled broadly before stuffing my tongue deep into her hot mouth.
"DINNER!" my sister Brianna announced loudly up the stairs. Andi giggled as did I. I let her down. She fluffed her air, straightened her t shirt, bra straps and we walked down, hand in hand.
The family stared. Like REALLY stared as we walked in. Now no one knew about Andi except that I liked her, or as I told Bree, "might love."
Everyone was all googly eyed about Andi. I finally had enough and dropped my fork loudly on the cheap china. "Will EVERYONE stop ogling my girlfriend?" I asked loudly. "Yes, she kisses me, we hold hands and we even LIKE each other," I announced. Andi bowed her head, embarrassed. Everyone else just smiled broadly. Mom nodded and Dad just looked over at me. I didn't get anything from him. Weird.
As we finished the juicy meatloaf and garlic mashed potatoes, the young 'ins rushed away to the tv in the den. Bree began bringing the left overs into the kitchen. Kevin announced that he and Barb were going "out". Sheesh, the tone of that creep. 'Don't let the door hit you in the ass,' I thought as I stood.
"Hey Mom, let me and Andi do the dishes."
Mom looked at me like I was from Mars or something. "No. She's a guest. But you can go ahead Brian. Very nice of you to offer. Come on with me Andi, let's get to know each other better," Mom said, offering her hand to my girl, leading her out of the dining room. Andi looked over her shoulder at me, positively horrified. My mouth, gaping like a caught fish, watched helplessly as she was walked out of my sight. Then I YELPED! Bree had come back from the kitchen and whacked me hard on the ass.
"Get cleaning Prince Charming. I'll put the food away."
Numbly I gathered up the rest of the dishes and began washing and stacking in the dishwasher. Bree put the food in plastic containers and stuffed them, literally, into an already bursting old refrigerator.
"So, this really is serious?" Bree asked casually.
"Er, maybe," I shrugged, scrubbing especially hard on a plate.
"What she like?"
"Great, just great."
"What's she studying?"
My brain blanked. "Uh, gee, I can't remember."
"Guess too much blood is flowing downward."
I grimaced into the sink, grabbed a sponge and threw it at Bree, hitting her squarely in her chest. And she got wet. "HEY!"
"That's for making rude comments about my girl."
"What was rude?" Bree asked, tossing the sponge back at me. I caught it and began to work the dishes again.
"We don't talk about stuff like that."
"But you do it, right?" a smile in her voice.
I sighed deep, held onto the edge of the large farm sink, trying to form my thoughts. Finally I just blurted, "At least twice a day."
Now it was Bree's turn to look offended. That look told me lots. She wasn't getting any but her younger brother was. Too bad Bree!
"God Brian, I can't believe you said that!"
I shrugged. "You asked."
I heard Bree leave the kitchen, much to my delight. I finished the dishes and started the washer. I strode into the den looking for Andi. I wanted to show her our small town a bit. Though it was dark, I could at least show her my high school and stuff. But only Brianna and Billy were watching tv.
"Hey, where's Andi?"
"I dunno," Billy said. Brianna shrugged, not looking from the screen.
I held a growl and went looking. I found Mom, Dad, Bree and Andi sitting in the living room, on the "guest" couches (we really weren't allowed to sit on them unless company came over). Mom looked over as I entered.
"Oh, Brian. We were just talking with Andrea."
"More like grilling her I sure," I murmured and sat next to a grateful Andi, softly taking her hand in mine.
"Awww," Bree snottily brayed.
"Hush," Mom admonished. "So Brian, Andrea's father is with a large construction company."
"Really?" I asked, surprised. I looked over at Andi who weakly smiled.
"Didn't you know?" my Dad boomed out. "That company's been around since the 1880's. They helped with the caissons of the Brooklyn Bridge. Hell, they drove the pilings for the Empire State Building. Even worked on the Hoover D . . . "
"Got it Dad, it's an old company."
"Andrea's father is head of the company dear," Mom beamed out.
My hand loosened in her hand. I know Andi felt it fore she squeezed mine tighter as if holding me in place. I was getting light headed. My family, as lower middle class as it was, as cash poor as it was, seemed to be relishing that I was dating an obviously wealthy coed. That was never my intention and never would be. The fog in my head was dissipating and now anger was welling up inside me.
"Listen, can ANDREA and I go out? I want to show her the town," I asked, standing up, almost peeling my hand from hers.
"It's dark," Bree offered. THANKS BREE!
"And it's kinda cold, don't you think?" Mom offered, obviously enjoying speaking with Andi and I'm sure about her supposed wealth.
"You just got here son. Why not tomorrow, when she can see things?" Dad asked.
I sighed, sat down and listened as my parents and nosy Bree, as softly as possible, grilled Andi about her family. A few questions later her answer came:
"Well, my parents are in Europe for Christmas," she offered. I knew that.
"That's why she is here," I interjected.
Bree eyed me with daggers to shut up.
"Europe, oh, how nice. We haven't been yet," Mom said smilingly. Dad cleared his throat.
"Kinda hard with the kids dear," he growled softly.
Mom dismissed him. "So where are you from?"
"Originally?" Andi asked.
"Well, sure."
Andi counted off her fingers, "San Francisco, Denver, Oklahoma City, Ames, Iowa, Chicago, Indianapolis, Cincinnati, Nashville, Buffalo . . . ."
Mom interrupted her with, "Well dear, where were you born?"
"Cairo, Illinois. Dad was repairing a bridge there." She pronounced it CAY RO.
"Isn't that exciting?," Mom asked softly, laying her hands in her lap. "But isn't that KY RO? Like in Egypt?"
"No, it's CAY RO." Andi gripped my hand again, TIGHTLY.
Well, as dumb and numb as I can be sometimes I think I understood what she wanted. "Oh hey! I think I have to get Andrea on the internet so she can contact her parents and let them know she is okay."
"Oh," Mom and Dad both gushed, leaning forward in their seats. Bree just smirked, a finger to her temple.
"Yes, that would be good," Andi offered. We stood and I let her lead me to the stairs. We raced up, I closed the door softly and turned the old lock with a muffled CLICK.
"Oh God," Andi said, plopping down onto my soft mattress, holding her head in her hands.
"Well. So you're a Little Orphan Annie kind of girl, huh?"
"Not funny Brian," she growled out at me. Her face owned a pained expression.
"I didn't know you were wealthy."
"I'm not. My parents are."
Hmm, good point. And Andi was not some spoiled brat thinking her family's wealth gave her specialness in society. At least, I never saw it. I let the matter drop. I rubbed my face.
"Well? Do you wanna get online?" I asked, pulling the laptop out of my bag.
"Why?"
"I can get onto the neighbor's wifi."
"B-but how . . ."
"A friend of mine used to come over with his computer and we'd surf porn using their network."
"No, not necessary. I'm sure."
"Won't they be worried? I mean, do they know where you are?"
"Oh, they will. When I use my credit card, they'll know where I am and that I am fine."
"Don't you WANT to contact them?" I asked. Andi dropped her eyes into her lap. I walked over and sat next to her on the bed. Again, my brain was going a mile a minute with so many things.
"I gotta tell you something Brian. And I need you to listen." Andi stood up and began pacing, rubbing her hands together. 'Now what the hell could she tell ME?'
SNIPPETS #5
"I can't say I knew at birth or whatever that I wasn't supposed to be a guy. But I knew after going to school."
Okay.
"My father is rather, well, bullish. He is a powerful man. Wants his boy to be big and strong too."
Uh huh.
"I was seven and he caught me playing with my mother's dolls in the game room one day. He went ballistic. I got a spanking like no other."
"Sorry," I offered softly. Andi, still pacing waved it away as no big deal.
"In grade school I began to notice the girls, how they acted, talked, even dressed. I felt just like them. I would comment to the girls about their skirts or shoes. They liked my attention and I like being around them. There was a bully, Creighton Bergen. His father was some big person in a huge New York City bank. They had more money than my Dad and that little shit made sure I knew it. We were in gym. And Cray, as he was called, shoved me down. I got up as the girls rushed to my side. The prick just laughed at "how the girls were gonna protect me." Then Andi giggled.
"And they did. They launched themselves at him, slapping, pulling, scratching Cray until he withdrew amid some wounds including some blood. I then laughed back and clapped as we watched him cower away. The girls came back to me like I was one of their own. And then I truly knew."
I fiddled with my fingers.
"But my life was a living hell. Except for some of the girls I hung out with, everyone else was so nasty toward me. Hell, I was nasty to me. I was in the wrong body. I hated the exclusive school I was in. Being around all those rich craps, well, I wanted to disown all of it. I asked, no pleaded to go to another school."
She paused her pacing looking at me. I nodded.
"So they sent me to another, less exclusive school where I met Brandi. And things went from there."
"Wow. Brandi. Is she . . . er, her parents . . ."
"Wealthy? Sure I guess. Probably under ten million, but wealthy."
"So you guys began to be friends?" I asked. Andi nodded.
"Daddy wasn't happy. My mother, well, she couldn't care less. She was into the wealth, the parties, the travel, the clothing. I was just "the prodigal male who wanted to be a girl." So when I hit puberty, I asked her for estrogen pills. I had researched all that stuff for years. She took me to the doctor, I explained things, and things went on from there."
"I-I see."
"I hardly spoke to my Dad after that, still don't really. My mother is my only familial communication, which is fine. As things progressed, we did become distantly friendly, even if it was based on her clothing, jewelry, nails and hairdos. But it is something."
I sat there. I got nothing.
"So, I get a credit card, pretty much an unlimited allowance. Never abused it really. I think they appreciate that the most. I don't act out with their money. Just wanna be me." Andi paused, looking at one of the posters. "Wish I had a bedroom like this."
I snorted. Stupid but I did. "What!" she stated, turning toward me angrily.
"It's small, it's . . . ."
"It's you," Andi stated. "And I love it. I have nothing like this."
"Your apartment is great," I offered, standing.
"No, that's MY home. That isn't my family home. Wanna know what I got in the bedroom I have if I ever go back?"
I nodded numbly.
"White walls, my grandmother's antique table holding my computer and a futon in the corner next to my walk in closet which holds about ten outfits. No throw rug on the cold marble, no nothing of my design or want. So, see? This is YOUR room. My room is basically my parents'."
"I get it," I said softly, enveloping my girl tightly in my arms as she cried and cried and cried. And this was supposed to be Christmas, a joyous happy time.
I slept on the couch in the den that night after making sure Andi got in the bathroom to clean up, brush her teeth, etc. AND NO NOOKIE!
I used the downstairs toilet and sink next to the front door. Just swell.
Next morning I was awakened by Billy. Good old Billy. Always cheerful. Well, to be honest, it WAS getting closer to THE DAY every kid loved.
Getting up I noted I didn't have any morning wood even in my t shirt and boxers. I was at home, guess that was it. I helped to fix his bowl of cereal, though he was old enough to do it himself. Then I got the coffee maker going. Barb and Kevin were at the local Motel 12 or something but Mom, Dad, Bree and I drank coffee.
That done I thought I would sneak into my room and wake up Andi. Going upstairs I heard the shower running and my door open. I peered in, noting the bed made perfectly. I trotted to the bathroom door and it was locked. Had to be Andi. And locked. Damn!
I went back down and began to cook some bacon. I'm good at bacon, making it as floppy or as burned as you like. And the smell. Oh God. I was hoping that would wake the clan up. I heard the boards squeaking upstairs so I knew I got a few of them up.
Laying the strips on paper towels to de-oil them to some extent, I piled more into the iron skillet. Mom yawned as she came in.
"Hey Mom. You can do the eggs. I suck at them. But got a nice pile of bacon ready."
"Thanks Brian," she sleepily said, kissing my cheek and taking over the cooking. I grabbed a mug of coffee and headed up. My door was closed so I knocked. I heard a muffled "Who's there?"
"It's Brian. I brought you some coffee."
The door was unlocked and cracked. I slipped in as Andi closed the door and locked it, only clad in a towel.
Offering the mug she sipped it and sighed. "Thank God. I was going crazy in this house."
"What? What's wrong?" I asked, still morning foggy and all.
"I want to suck your cock Brian. All night I couldn't sleep because I wanted to suck you off so bad."
"Well why didn't you say . . . ." I started, exasperated.
"SHHHHH!" she hissed at me with a knowing smirk. I was on edge and I betrayed it. Trouble brewing me thinks.
Her small, warm hand wormed into my boxers and pulled a thick, yet flaccid little Brian out, hefting it in her palm and cooing. Didn't take long for my stalk to grow to its full extent and soon I was cooing as Andi's expert mouth was devouring my dick, massaging my balls and vibrating my being.
The soft, wet, sliding of her lips over my large glans and what her tongue did about my tower of power was sucking not just any sperm I had stored but my will to hold out. Andi was being a cheating cock sucker and she knew it.
I was not long for blast off and I'm sure Andi knew it. With my cock head hitting the back of her knowledgeable throat, I sent a voluminous barrage of squigglers into her gullet. I actually had to concentrate NOT to spill the mug of coffee as my body spasmed and shook while my balls launched pearly moon shots in my girl's smiling maw.
"Oh God," I sighed when she finally tucked my cleaned dick back into my boxers, setting the mug on my desk.
"See Brian? I like being here." I helped her stand up and bear hugged her, gaining a deep groan from her as our mouths enveloped, me tasting my spunk on her wiggling tongue.
Then a thought hit me. I pulled back. "Hey, what did you get for yourself for Christmas?"
Andi shoved her arms out, holding me at bay, as she shook her head. "Uh huh. Christmas night I have TWO gifts for YOU!"
"What? But wait. You gave me the laptop."
"And I have two more things for you."
"You can't do that. I mean, look Andi. What you gave me is SO MUCH."
"Now stop talking like that. It's not about the worth of the gift but the love behind it."
I was getting VERY aroused now. And little Brian betrayed me, the bastard! And of course Andi saw him too. She eyed him, then me with an arched eyebrow.
I launched myself at her, ripping off the towel and revealing her to me. "I'm gonna fuck you," I softly said in a sing song manner.
"No wait, I just showered."
I grabbed her arm and pulled her too me.
"PLEASE," she hissed. "Not now. I'm clean, I'm ready, but not here."
"Then where?" I asked, dumbfounded and confused.
We were gasping, both from effort and I hope was excitement.
"When we go out. We can find a place. I'm SO ready Brian. But not here," she pleaded. I sighed and unraveled my octopus arms from her. I think she sighed relief.
Still, I eyed her form. She was gorgeous and I wanted her bad.
"Now you go clean up and we'll get out as soon as we can. Shoo shoo," she said, giggling as I exited and heard the lock turn again. Shaking my head I stuffed my cock into my boxers and headed to the bathroom. The door was closed but I heard nothing so I opened the door. It was unlocked. Then all I remember was a loud SCREAM and a wet towel enveloping my head. I retreated into the hall with the door slamming AND LOCKING in my face. And I saw nothing. God I can't wait to move out permanently!
"I can't say I knew at birth or whatever that I wasn't supposed to be a guy. But I knew after going to school."
Okay.
"My father is rather, well, bullish. He is a powerful man. Wants his boy to be big and strong too."
Uh huh.
"I was seven and he caught me playing with my mother's dolls in the game room one day. He went ballistic. I got a spanking like no other."
"Sorry," I offered softly. Andi, still pacing waved it away as no big deal.
"In grade school I began to notice the girls, how they acted, talked, even dressed. I felt just like them. I would comment to the girls about their skirts or shoes. They liked my attention and I like being around them. There was a bully, Creighton Bergen. His father was some big person in a huge New York City bank. They had more money than my Dad and that little shit made sure I knew it. We were in gym. And Cray, as he was called, shoved me down. I got up as the girls rushed to my side. The prick just laughed at "how the girls were gonna protect me." Then Andi giggled.
"And they did. They launched themselves at him, slapping, pulling, scratching Cray until he withdrew amid some wounds including some blood. I then laughed back and clapped as we watched him cower away. The girls came back to me like I was one of their own. And then I truly knew."
I fiddled with my fingers.
"But my life was a living hell. Except for some of the girls I hung out with, everyone else was so nasty toward me. Hell, I was nasty to me. I was in the wrong body. I hated the exclusive school I was in. Being around all those rich craps, well, I wanted to disown all of it. I asked, no pleaded to go to another school."
She paused her pacing looking at me. I nodded.
"So they sent me to another, less exclusive school where I met Brandi. And things went from there."
"Wow. Brandi. Is she . . . er, her parents . . ."
"Wealthy? Sure I guess. Probably under ten million, but wealthy."
"So you guys began to be friends?" I asked. Andi nodded.
"Daddy wasn't happy. My mother, well, she couldn't care less. She was into the wealth, the parties, the travel, the clothing. I was just "the prodigal male who wanted to be a girl." So when I hit puberty, I asked her for estrogen pills. I had researched all that stuff for years. She took me to the doctor, I explained things, and things went on from there."
"I-I see."
"I hardly spoke to my Dad after that, still don't really. My mother is my only familial communication, which is fine. As things progressed, we did become distantly friendly, even if it was based on her clothing, jewelry, nails and hairdos. But it is something."
I sat there. I got nothing.
"So, I get a credit card, pretty much an unlimited allowance. Never abused it really. I think they appreciate that the most. I don't act out with their money. Just wanna be me." Andi paused, looking at one of the posters. "Wish I had a bedroom like this."
I snorted. Stupid but I did. "What!" she stated, turning toward me angrily.
"It's small, it's . . . ."
"It's you," Andi stated. "And I love it. I have nothing like this."
"Your apartment is great," I offered, standing.
"No, that's MY home. That isn't my family home. Wanna know what I got in the bedroom I have if I ever go back?"
I nodded numbly.
"White walls, my grandmother's antique table holding my computer and a futon in the corner next to my walk in closet which holds about ten outfits. No throw rug on the cold marble, no nothing of my design or want. So, see? This is YOUR room. My room is basically my parents'."
"I get it," I said softly, enveloping my girl tightly in my arms as she cried and cried and cried. And this was supposed to be Christmas, a joyous happy time.
I slept on the couch in the den that night after making sure Andi got in the bathroom to clean up, brush her teeth, etc. AND NO NOOKIE!
I used the downstairs toilet and sink next to the front door. Just swell.
Next morning I was awakened by Billy. Good old Billy. Always cheerful. Well, to be honest, it WAS getting closer to THE DAY every kid loved.
Getting up I noted I didn't have any morning wood even in my t shirt and boxers. I was at home, guess that was it. I helped to fix his bowl of cereal, though he was old enough to do it himself. Then I got the coffee maker going. Barb and Kevin were at the local Motel 12 or something but Mom, Dad, Bree and I drank coffee.
That done I thought I would sneak into my room and wake up Andi. Going upstairs I heard the shower running and my door open. I peered in, noting the bed made perfectly. I trotted to the bathroom door and it was locked. Had to be Andi. And locked. Damn!
I went back down and began to cook some bacon. I'm good at bacon, making it as floppy or as burned as you like. And the smell. Oh God. I was hoping that would wake the clan up. I heard the boards squeaking upstairs so I knew I got a few of them up.
Laying the strips on paper towels to de-oil them to some extent, I piled more into the iron skillet. Mom yawned as she came in.
"Hey Mom. You can do the eggs. I suck at them. But got a nice pile of bacon ready."
"Thanks Brian," she sleepily said, kissing my cheek and taking over the cooking. I grabbed a mug of coffee and headed up. My door was closed so I knocked. I heard a muffled "Who's there?"
"It's Brian. I brought you some coffee."
The door was unlocked and cracked. I slipped in as Andi closed the door and locked it, only clad in a towel.
Offering the mug she sipped it and sighed. "Thank God. I was going crazy in this house."
"What? What's wrong?" I asked, still morning foggy and all.
"I want to suck your cock Brian. All night I couldn't sleep because I wanted to suck you off so bad."
"Well why didn't you say . . . ." I started, exasperated.
"SHHHHH!" she hissed at me with a knowing smirk. I was on edge and I betrayed it. Trouble brewing me thinks.
Her small, warm hand wormed into my boxers and pulled a thick, yet flaccid little Brian out, hefting it in her palm and cooing. Didn't take long for my stalk to grow to its full extent and soon I was cooing as Andi's expert mouth was devouring my dick, massaging my balls and vibrating my being.
The soft, wet, sliding of her lips over my large glans and what her tongue did about my tower of power was sucking not just any sperm I had stored but my will to hold out. Andi was being a cheating cock sucker and she knew it.
I was not long for blast off and I'm sure Andi knew it. With my cock head hitting the back of her knowledgeable throat, I sent a voluminous barrage of squigglers into her gullet. I actually had to concentrate NOT to spill the mug of coffee as my body spasmed and shook while my balls launched pearly moon shots in my girl's smiling maw.
"Oh God," I sighed when she finally tucked my cleaned dick back into my boxers, setting the mug on my desk.
"See Brian? I like being here." I helped her stand up and bear hugged her, gaining a deep groan from her as our mouths enveloped, me tasting my spunk on her wiggling tongue.
Then a thought hit me. I pulled back. "Hey, what did you get for yourself for Christmas?"
Andi shoved her arms out, holding me at bay, as she shook her head. "Uh huh. Christmas night I have TWO gifts for YOU!"
"What? But wait. You gave me the laptop."
"And I have two more things for you."
"You can't do that. I mean, look Andi. What you gave me is SO MUCH."
"Now stop talking like that. It's not about the worth of the gift but the love behind it."
I was getting VERY aroused now. And little Brian betrayed me, the bastard! And of course Andi saw him too. She eyed him, then me with an arched eyebrow.
I launched myself at her, ripping off the towel and revealing her to me. "I'm gonna fuck you," I softly said in a sing song manner.
"No wait, I just showered."
I grabbed her arm and pulled her too me.
"PLEASE," she hissed. "Not now. I'm clean, I'm ready, but not here."
"Then where?" I asked, dumbfounded and confused.
We were gasping, both from effort and I hope was excitement.
"When we go out. We can find a place. I'm SO ready Brian. But not here," she pleaded. I sighed and unraveled my octopus arms from her. I think she sighed relief.
Still, I eyed her form. She was gorgeous and I wanted her bad.
"Now you go clean up and we'll get out as soon as we can. Shoo shoo," she said, giggling as I exited and heard the lock turn again. Shaking my head I stuffed my cock into my boxers and headed to the bathroom. The door was closed but I heard nothing so I opened the door. It was unlocked. Then all I remember was a loud SCREAM and a wet towel enveloping my head. I retreated into the hall with the door slamming AND LOCKING in my face. And I saw nothing. God I can't wait to move out permanently!
SNIPPETS #6
It wasn't until almost eleven before I got the keys to Mom's car and Andi and I headed out. It was a brisk, clear day, no snow. We talked, driving about the town. I showed her my high school, the downtown district and some of the local hang outs.
I watched Andi as I drove and she truly seemed happy to see these places that I grew up with. I mean, for me? Meh. For her? It was Paris or London or something. And I didn't even know if she had ever been to those places. But she was so interested in our town, asking a thousand questions as we drove, parked, drove, parked until I finally was so fucking horny we drove out to Rogan's Lake. We parked under the canopy of huge conifers and I shut the car off, turning toward her in the seat.
She gushed over the lake and scenery then turned at my silence. "What!"
"Get in the back seat. Ever been fucked in a car?"
Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped. I nodded. "Uh huh. I want you so bad. Now. Really, now."
"B-but can't we walk around . . ."
"Another day. Now? We fuck." I loved where this was coming from. I mean. WOW! I was feeling like De Niro in Taxi Driver. 'You talkin' to me?' kinda confidence.
I know I saw a flicker of a smile shiver across Andi's face before she expertly scampered into the back seat as I clumsily fumbled back, almost dropping to the floor. "Oh shit," I grumbled as I got my footing.
Andi, bless her heart was already on hands and knees, her jeans and panties down her legs, rosebud winking before I got anything off or out. Girls!
It wasn't too long before I was pumping happily away deep into my girl's guts, she grunting, groaning and whining about how good it is and me, huffing and puffing, directing her hips against my pelvis with each deep thrust.
She must have been getting close because she gasped and slapped me on the shoulder HARD! "My dick. What about my dick?"
"Well, what about your dick?" I asked, miffed about the interruption of my rhythm.
She hit me again. And that not only really hurt but was now getting me angry. "I need something to cum in," she whined as I reluctantly pulled free from her bung hole. I looked over the seats about the front of the car. Mom always had one of those waste baskets that straddled the drive shaft. I reached over, knowing my dick was wiping itself and our stuff on the back of the seat and grabbed it, hauling it over and under Andi's hanging big cock.
"Thanks," she said as she put her dick deep into it, with all the tissues, receipts, candy wrappers and various crap that collects in a car. At least it had a small plastic bag liner.
I truly think she didn't give a fuck anyway. She just needed a receptacle to unload in. No prob. And she was a pretty prodigious unloader. To be man enough, I have to admit she could easily out load me, anytime, anywhere. Andi is incredible.
I was still hard, rearing to go and reinserted myself easily. Andi had a knack where if she wanted to open her ass, she could. And when she felt my thick cock head knocking against her bud, it opened, like an airlock on a space ship or something, allowing me easy entrance. I like that about her. I mean, who the fuck wouldn't?
As I bottomed out, her airlock squeezed closed, enveloping my shaft in her warmth and lust. GOD what a feeling. And this ALL without lube? I mean, she was as wet as a dripping cunt.
My shaft easily slid in and out to our enjoyment and WOW did I unload. And this was the second time cumming that day. I mean, I dropped at least eight thick shots, my balls slapping hers sexily. Then as my load waned I heard and FELT her load go, squirting loudly into the plastic can, her ass squeezing the fuck out of my dick. It was the strongest I EVER felt her cum. Wow. And she dropped a major load, splatting everything deep inside that waste basket. I only wish I was holding her cock so I could feel the power in her spasms.
I finally pulled out, caressing her fine ass and exposed bony back before pulling away. I watched, fascinated as she pulled a tampon from her jean pocket and shoved it into her ass.
Never seen that before. I cleared my throat. "Um . . ."
"Sorry, stole it from the bathroom box. I fucking forgot to bring some. We gotta go to the drugstore so I can get some."
"Sure. But, er, is that how . . ."
"Brian Belson, this is private. I NEED to go to the drugstore."
"Okaaaaaaaaay," I murmured, shoving everything in my boxers and jeans as I opened the fucking back door and getting easily into the driver's seat. No need to look like a dork again.
As I settled Andi climbed over nimbly and strapped in. So, we drove to Dominic's Pharmacy, the local drug store.
What really gets me about women, not all women, but women on a mission, like Andi is that, unlike guys, who go for what they are looking for and get out, she decided to take a census count of the store. I mean we spent over an hour going up AND down each aisle while I carried one of those handheld baskets that was getting progressively filled with, well . . . . STUFF!
Okay, enough ranting. There was one aisle, empty of course that Andi kissed me with tongue. Then another, behind a pile of beer cases, she pulled up her shirt and bra to show me her tits. Still like. Keep going. And I was producing a pleasant chub.
We got to another weird area where we couldn't be seen and she attacked me, me still holding the damned filled to overfilling basket, fishing out my weeping dick and taking several deep throats of him before stuffing his humid carcass back into my jeans.
"You are such a tease," I hissed as she zipped me up, making sure junior was out of the way.
"I know and you love me for it."
Without thinking I don't know if I did a faux pas or not. "I do love you and you know it."
Andi paused for a millisecond reaching for a packet of car garbage bags then completed the motion, dropping it into the basket I held. At checkout she paid for everything.
"Gotta give mom and dad something about me," she hissed swiping her card and signing. We left and entered the car.
"Oh, wait," she said, grabbing the waste basket and pulling the sperm soaked liner out, tossing it into the nearby garbage can and jumping in and buckling up.
It was almost two in the afternoon. I was hungry. Hoped Andi was. "You wanna get something to eat? There's a nice hamburger place nearby."
"I don't like those fast food places."
"No, this is all made as you order. It's called Hanks. They even make their own root beer."
"Um, okay. Let's try it."
We were giggling and munching on fresh meat hamburgers and home cut fries slurping root beer before she could say vegetarian. Okay, she wasn't but she wasn't keen on it at first. She actually liked it and wanted to go another day before we left for school.
As fucked out as we were, and knowing I wasn't going to get anything IN the house, we settled down and helped set the table for dinner, trying to be nice, etc. Mom was a wreck trying to come up with fancy dishes she imagined Andi ate every day or something. When I asked if we could have her tuna casserole Mom almost fainted. Only when my girl squealed with glee about it that Mom relented and made it, conscripting Brianna for help. Dagger looks there at me.
When everyone was sitting down and eating, conversation was muffled with the "ums" and "oh wows" of satisfaction with the food. I swear if Andi was naked at the table she would have boned, it was that good. But she thanked both Mom AND Brianna for the wonderful meal. SCORE! No more daggers.
Someone put in a Star Wars movie and we all watched it. No one objected to Andi lazily sitting on my lap, my arms about her body. God she was so warm and with my family there, I STILL chubbed. Andi gave me a stroke across the cheek after the opening credits, letting me know she felt my monster bloat. It was probably the most romantic, non sex thing she ever not said to me. And of course, I boned majorly which she wiggled joyously on throughout the whole movie.
So no nookie in the house. But we found time. I was still curious about her gifts but just having her around was enough to make me so very happy. The family calmed down with her there and we just lived like everyone else.
Mom kept asking Andi for advice about food, like she was some critic or something so I would whisper ideas to my girl to give to my mother. On the twenty fourth, she did suggest getting a nice shrimp platter for the family. That was the first of many Christmas holidays that we had that on the Eve. Nice tradition. And not bad.
Only Bree, the snot decided to question it. "Why are we eating all this fat?"
Barb (thank God for older, smarter sisters!) jabbed, "What, you on a diet or something?"
Bree sent daggers to the fitter older sister WITH the fiancé when my Andi spoke up.
"Oh, well, it is fatty, but a good fat actually."
"Well, you would know," Bree murmured out cattily at Andi's thin stature. I actually smiled. If I wasn't as old as I was I would have stuck out my tongue at my sister. Why is she being such a bitch?
The tree, which I didn't mention before was picked out by Dad. Always was. And I and Ben were harnessed to help out. So we got it, drove home, cut off two inches from the bottom and shook it clean. Then we brought it inside and set it in the stand. Everyone oohed and aahed at the tree. Had to admit, Dad knew how to get a good tree. Took about an hour and a half to decorate, all helping, even my giggling girlfriend. I actually lifted her up by her oh so nice ass and let her put the angel on the top, though my thumbs were tickling her enormous balls between her legs.
And the gifts came out. I got really embarrassed when only two or so gifts for each of us from Mom and Dad were there. We kids did a little better, except for me. I mean, I had no money. So I sweated out everyone's gift giving. Then Andi nudged my arm and tossed her head behind the couch. I stretched over and saw a pile of gifts, all wrapped.
I gave her a questioning glance and she gave me THE 'go get them dummy and hand them out' look. Shrugging I did.
What happened next was one of those OH MY GOD moments. Andi had been talking with the family during the holidays and I didn't know about it. And overnight shipping from Amazon or some such is the miracle of Christmas.
I did question some of her gifts but here is the list from the top down.
Mom and Dad: A gift certificate for flight to Europe, anytime, on any airline. There and back. (A perk from her father's company, I later learned.)
Barb and Kevin: Their honeymoon flight to Fiji, where they wanted to go, (waiting for the KEV to make the freakin' money). My girl just shot his dick a direct hit! You loser!!!
Bree: A gift certificate for a week vacation at one of this state's most exclusive spa, all expenses paid, including travel and TIP!
Ben: Now he's 17, so what the fuck do you get him? How about a street legal scooter, license paid, insurance paid for a year. He does have his license. Um, I guess. Mom and Dad, numb from the trip gift just nodded and teared up.
Brianna: She got seven gift cards, all over $200 each to all the best stores in the mall.
Billy: He got a playstation and his own tv in his room. OH MY GOD. The end of civilization is here.
Everyone was surprised, hell STUNNED. Embarrassed almost. I mean, what could you say to a fantastically wealthy girlfriend of your first son? Er, how about THANK YOU?
Well, come on, my family is cool, mostly. They all gushed and lavished Andi with love--hugs and kisses. And she relished in it. Billy began monopolizing her time with the "come play with me". HEY, that was MY line dammit! The little rug rat got his wish and I sat around with a chubby.
Truth be told, I think Andi, well Andrea wanted, no, NEEDED it. To be welcomed, accepted, loved. Though I wouldn't have used money for that, we aren't rich or even, oh hell, I'm sure we are living almost check to check. Why would my Dad work so much? Maybe she did the right thing here. Who am I to judge?
Okay, now I think she did the right thing but I don't want my family to think this is going to happen every birthday or Christmas. Right? I mean, am I going to stay with her? My Andi? God, FUCK! I love her, I know. And it's not about the fucking sex. Well, okay, that is good too. But I like her around me, to talk to, watch movies and sports with, explore things with, listen to her ideas. And I hate being away from her. Is that stalking? or just puppy love? or is that a true relationship? At this point, I didn't know. All I had before was Erin. And we all know how that went.
When everyone went to bed on Christmas Eve, late of course, Andi invited me into her (my) room for the first of my two (her) gifts. I'm so freaking confused. Okay, I'm in the room. So this is what happened.
She told me to stand in the center of the room while she lit all these candles around my bed. Where did the fucking candles come from? This chick is good. Damn! Next she said something that not only confused me but she made me promise. I did of course.
I couldn't touch her until she said so. Next, she began to strip off her nicer clothing, it was Christmas Eve. She dropped her dainty panties, the gusset soaked with her prodigious pre cum. Her dick, not yet hard, but chubbing, like mine.
"Brian, I need to ask you again, will you wait for me to ask you to touch me?"
"I said yes. Sure."
"Okay, stand over by the door." She laid onto my bed covers, immediately bringing her legs over her head, toes touching the bed behind her, then bending her knees. Her dick, thick and soft, flopped down and hit her face. IT WASN'T EVEN ALL THE WAY HARD! And her huge balls rolled down and hung, almost touching her forehead.
Being an idiot I still wasn't sure what was going on. I mean, come on. Internet was for studying. Except for when my friend Wayne Larsen came over and we would NEVER have looked this up. Come on! Can someone actually SUCK their own dick?
That was rhetorical. Because Andrea could and DID! She slurped in her still not fully hard cock into her mouth, I'm sure tonguing that fucker from the motions of her jaw then spitting it out as her hands held her ass down. She turned her head and whispered, "been doing that since I was eleven."
Well whoop de fucking do!
Then her hands moved and spread those luscious cheeks wide. "I want you to help me. You think you can fuck me as I choke on my own spunk?" she asked casually in an innocent voice.
It wasn't until almost eleven before I got the keys to Mom's car and Andi and I headed out. It was a brisk, clear day, no snow. We talked, driving about the town. I showed her my high school, the downtown district and some of the local hang outs.
I watched Andi as I drove and she truly seemed happy to see these places that I grew up with. I mean, for me? Meh. For her? It was Paris or London or something. And I didn't even know if she had ever been to those places. But she was so interested in our town, asking a thousand questions as we drove, parked, drove, parked until I finally was so fucking horny we drove out to Rogan's Lake. We parked under the canopy of huge conifers and I shut the car off, turning toward her in the seat.
She gushed over the lake and scenery then turned at my silence. "What!"
"Get in the back seat. Ever been fucked in a car?"
Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped. I nodded. "Uh huh. I want you so bad. Now. Really, now."
"B-but can't we walk around . . ."
"Another day. Now? We fuck." I loved where this was coming from. I mean. WOW! I was feeling like De Niro in Taxi Driver. 'You talkin' to me?' kinda confidence.
I know I saw a flicker of a smile shiver across Andi's face before she expertly scampered into the back seat as I clumsily fumbled back, almost dropping to the floor. "Oh shit," I grumbled as I got my footing.
Andi, bless her heart was already on hands and knees, her jeans and panties down her legs, rosebud winking before I got anything off or out. Girls!
It wasn't too long before I was pumping happily away deep into my girl's guts, she grunting, groaning and whining about how good it is and me, huffing and puffing, directing her hips against my pelvis with each deep thrust.
She must have been getting close because she gasped and slapped me on the shoulder HARD! "My dick. What about my dick?"
"Well, what about your dick?" I asked, miffed about the interruption of my rhythm.
She hit me again. And that not only really hurt but was now getting me angry. "I need something to cum in," she whined as I reluctantly pulled free from her bung hole. I looked over the seats about the front of the car. Mom always had one of those waste baskets that straddled the drive shaft. I reached over, knowing my dick was wiping itself and our stuff on the back of the seat and grabbed it, hauling it over and under Andi's hanging big cock.
"Thanks," she said as she put her dick deep into it, with all the tissues, receipts, candy wrappers and various crap that collects in a car. At least it had a small plastic bag liner.
I truly think she didn't give a fuck anyway. She just needed a receptacle to unload in. No prob. And she was a pretty prodigious unloader. To be man enough, I have to admit she could easily out load me, anytime, anywhere. Andi is incredible.
I was still hard, rearing to go and reinserted myself easily. Andi had a knack where if she wanted to open her ass, she could. And when she felt my thick cock head knocking against her bud, it opened, like an airlock on a space ship or something, allowing me easy entrance. I like that about her. I mean, who the fuck wouldn't?
As I bottomed out, her airlock squeezed closed, enveloping my shaft in her warmth and lust. GOD what a feeling. And this ALL without lube? I mean, she was as wet as a dripping cunt.
My shaft easily slid in and out to our enjoyment and WOW did I unload. And this was the second time cumming that day. I mean, I dropped at least eight thick shots, my balls slapping hers sexily. Then as my load waned I heard and FELT her load go, squirting loudly into the plastic can, her ass squeezing the fuck out of my dick. It was the strongest I EVER felt her cum. Wow. And she dropped a major load, splatting everything deep inside that waste basket. I only wish I was holding her cock so I could feel the power in her spasms.
I finally pulled out, caressing her fine ass and exposed bony back before pulling away. I watched, fascinated as she pulled a tampon from her jean pocket and shoved it into her ass.
Never seen that before. I cleared my throat. "Um . . ."
"Sorry, stole it from the bathroom box. I fucking forgot to bring some. We gotta go to the drugstore so I can get some."
"Sure. But, er, is that how . . ."
"Brian Belson, this is private. I NEED to go to the drugstore."
"Okaaaaaaaaay," I murmured, shoving everything in my boxers and jeans as I opened the fucking back door and getting easily into the driver's seat. No need to look like a dork again.
As I settled Andi climbed over nimbly and strapped in. So, we drove to Dominic's Pharmacy, the local drug store.
What really gets me about women, not all women, but women on a mission, like Andi is that, unlike guys, who go for what they are looking for and get out, she decided to take a census count of the store. I mean we spent over an hour going up AND down each aisle while I carried one of those handheld baskets that was getting progressively filled with, well . . . . STUFF!
Okay, enough ranting. There was one aisle, empty of course that Andi kissed me with tongue. Then another, behind a pile of beer cases, she pulled up her shirt and bra to show me her tits. Still like. Keep going. And I was producing a pleasant chub.
We got to another weird area where we couldn't be seen and she attacked me, me still holding the damned filled to overfilling basket, fishing out my weeping dick and taking several deep throats of him before stuffing his humid carcass back into my jeans.
"You are such a tease," I hissed as she zipped me up, making sure junior was out of the way.
"I know and you love me for it."
Without thinking I don't know if I did a faux pas or not. "I do love you and you know it."
Andi paused for a millisecond reaching for a packet of car garbage bags then completed the motion, dropping it into the basket I held. At checkout she paid for everything.
"Gotta give mom and dad something about me," she hissed swiping her card and signing. We left and entered the car.
"Oh, wait," she said, grabbing the waste basket and pulling the sperm soaked liner out, tossing it into the nearby garbage can and jumping in and buckling up.
It was almost two in the afternoon. I was hungry. Hoped Andi was. "You wanna get something to eat? There's a nice hamburger place nearby."
"I don't like those fast food places."
"No, this is all made as you order. It's called Hanks. They even make their own root beer."
"Um, okay. Let's try it."
We were giggling and munching on fresh meat hamburgers and home cut fries slurping root beer before she could say vegetarian. Okay, she wasn't but she wasn't keen on it at first. She actually liked it and wanted to go another day before we left for school.
As fucked out as we were, and knowing I wasn't going to get anything IN the house, we settled down and helped set the table for dinner, trying to be nice, etc. Mom was a wreck trying to come up with fancy dishes she imagined Andi ate every day or something. When I asked if we could have her tuna casserole Mom almost fainted. Only when my girl squealed with glee about it that Mom relented and made it, conscripting Brianna for help. Dagger looks there at me.
When everyone was sitting down and eating, conversation was muffled with the "ums" and "oh wows" of satisfaction with the food. I swear if Andi was naked at the table she would have boned, it was that good. But she thanked both Mom AND Brianna for the wonderful meal. SCORE! No more daggers.
Someone put in a Star Wars movie and we all watched it. No one objected to Andi lazily sitting on my lap, my arms about her body. God she was so warm and with my family there, I STILL chubbed. Andi gave me a stroke across the cheek after the opening credits, letting me know she felt my monster bloat. It was probably the most romantic, non sex thing she ever not said to me. And of course, I boned majorly which she wiggled joyously on throughout the whole movie.
So no nookie in the house. But we found time. I was still curious about her gifts but just having her around was enough to make me so very happy. The family calmed down with her there and we just lived like everyone else.
Mom kept asking Andi for advice about food, like she was some critic or something so I would whisper ideas to my girl to give to my mother. On the twenty fourth, she did suggest getting a nice shrimp platter for the family. That was the first of many Christmas holidays that we had that on the Eve. Nice tradition. And not bad.
Only Bree, the snot decided to question it. "Why are we eating all this fat?"
Barb (thank God for older, smarter sisters!) jabbed, "What, you on a diet or something?"
Bree sent daggers to the fitter older sister WITH the fiancé when my Andi spoke up.
"Oh, well, it is fatty, but a good fat actually."
"Well, you would know," Bree murmured out cattily at Andi's thin stature. I actually smiled. If I wasn't as old as I was I would have stuck out my tongue at my sister. Why is she being such a bitch?
The tree, which I didn't mention before was picked out by Dad. Always was. And I and Ben were harnessed to help out. So we got it, drove home, cut off two inches from the bottom and shook it clean. Then we brought it inside and set it in the stand. Everyone oohed and aahed at the tree. Had to admit, Dad knew how to get a good tree. Took about an hour and a half to decorate, all helping, even my giggling girlfriend. I actually lifted her up by her oh so nice ass and let her put the angel on the top, though my thumbs were tickling her enormous balls between her legs.
And the gifts came out. I got really embarrassed when only two or so gifts for each of us from Mom and Dad were there. We kids did a little better, except for me. I mean, I had no money. So I sweated out everyone's gift giving. Then Andi nudged my arm and tossed her head behind the couch. I stretched over and saw a pile of gifts, all wrapped.
I gave her a questioning glance and she gave me THE 'go get them dummy and hand them out' look. Shrugging I did.
What happened next was one of those OH MY GOD moments. Andi had been talking with the family during the holidays and I didn't know about it. And overnight shipping from Amazon or some such is the miracle of Christmas.
I did question some of her gifts but here is the list from the top down.
Mom and Dad: A gift certificate for flight to Europe, anytime, on any airline. There and back. (A perk from her father's company, I later learned.)
Barb and Kevin: Their honeymoon flight to Fiji, where they wanted to go, (waiting for the KEV to make the freakin' money). My girl just shot his dick a direct hit! You loser!!!
Bree: A gift certificate for a week vacation at one of this state's most exclusive spa, all expenses paid, including travel and TIP!
Ben: Now he's 17, so what the fuck do you get him? How about a street legal scooter, license paid, insurance paid for a year. He does have his license. Um, I guess. Mom and Dad, numb from the trip gift just nodded and teared up.
Brianna: She got seven gift cards, all over $200 each to all the best stores in the mall.
Billy: He got a playstation and his own tv in his room. OH MY GOD. The end of civilization is here.
Everyone was surprised, hell STUNNED. Embarrassed almost. I mean, what could you say to a fantastically wealthy girlfriend of your first son? Er, how about THANK YOU?
Well, come on, my family is cool, mostly. They all gushed and lavished Andi with love--hugs and kisses. And she relished in it. Billy began monopolizing her time with the "come play with me". HEY, that was MY line dammit! The little rug rat got his wish and I sat around with a chubby.
Truth be told, I think Andi, well Andrea wanted, no, NEEDED it. To be welcomed, accepted, loved. Though I wouldn't have used money for that, we aren't rich or even, oh hell, I'm sure we are living almost check to check. Why would my Dad work so much? Maybe she did the right thing here. Who am I to judge?
Okay, now I think she did the right thing but I don't want my family to think this is going to happen every birthday or Christmas. Right? I mean, am I going to stay with her? My Andi? God, FUCK! I love her, I know. And it's not about the fucking sex. Well, okay, that is good too. But I like her around me, to talk to, watch movies and sports with, explore things with, listen to her ideas. And I hate being away from her. Is that stalking? or just puppy love? or is that a true relationship? At this point, I didn't know. All I had before was Erin. And we all know how that went.
When everyone went to bed on Christmas Eve, late of course, Andi invited me into her (my) room for the first of my two (her) gifts. I'm so freaking confused. Okay, I'm in the room. So this is what happened.
She told me to stand in the center of the room while she lit all these candles around my bed. Where did the fucking candles come from? This chick is good. Damn! Next she said something that not only confused me but she made me promise. I did of course.
I couldn't touch her until she said so. Next, she began to strip off her nicer clothing, it was Christmas Eve. She dropped her dainty panties, the gusset soaked with her prodigious pre cum. Her dick, not yet hard, but chubbing, like mine.
"Brian, I need to ask you again, will you wait for me to ask you to touch me?"
"I said yes. Sure."
"Okay, stand over by the door." She laid onto my bed covers, immediately bringing her legs over her head, toes touching the bed behind her, then bending her knees. Her dick, thick and soft, flopped down and hit her face. IT WASN'T EVEN ALL THE WAY HARD! And her huge balls rolled down and hung, almost touching her forehead.
Being an idiot I still wasn't sure what was going on. I mean, come on. Internet was for studying. Except for when my friend Wayne Larsen came over and we would NEVER have looked this up. Come on! Can someone actually SUCK their own dick?
That was rhetorical. Because Andrea could and DID! She slurped in her still not fully hard cock into her mouth, I'm sure tonguing that fucker from the motions of her jaw then spitting it out as her hands held her ass down. She turned her head and whispered, "been doing that since I was eleven."
Well whoop de fucking do!
Then her hands moved and spread those luscious cheeks wide. "I want you to help me. You think you can fuck me as I choke on my own spunk?" she asked casually in an innocent voice.
"Er, yeah and I'll add some to your face too."
"Get over here tiger. Let's have Christmas a bit early."
Clothes off, CHECK. Boner, uber fast CHECK. Jumping on bed, lining up dick to heaven, CHECK!
I was ready and looked down, moving my head further forward around Andi's bulging ball sack. "You're, um, . . . ."
"Lubed? Oh Bri, I've been ready since eggnog," Andi giggled out. Well, eggnog was after presents, everyone went to the bathrooms, mostly to get tissues for eyes and noses. HEY! She dumped lube up her ass while my family was crying tears of JOY??
Fuckin' a bubba. THANK YOU ANDI!
I spit a good luger onto her rosebud that reciprocated with an appreciated pucker and slowly opened. My cock was hard but would only get harder. I shoved and sank deep. BALLS deep into Andi's tunnel of love.
And I heard her slurp and groan. This was so new to me but when she cooed with her cock deep in her mouth I knew she was enjoying it.
I began to plow smoothly and steadily into and out of her pliant ass. This was the first time I got to see things really. My cock road in and out slickly of her ass while I watched her balls jump about her silky smooth sauce sack. Never really seen that before. And her dick, watching it go hard like that with her mouth about herself. I mean. MAN! That is fucking cool. I never thought of that before. I mean, who would? Wouldn't every guy that could do that just stay home? Well, that was my thought at the time. Pussy and ass is still good. Though, pussy, still out of my range.
So I watched, thrusted and heard Andi gurgle as I watched her big ass balls do the shimmy and I assumed unload deep in her mouth. She was breathing like a race horse so I guessed. I guessed right as both nostrils exhaled bolts of sperm out as my girl unloaded into her face. Damn, what a sight.
Her eyes pleaded with me I think, don't really know. But her ass was massaging my hard on very nicely so I went to town, violently shaking her body and pouring my own froth into her body with a satisfying deluge.
Her eyes were glowing as her mouth and throat worked overtime with her big sponge. "Good girl," I huffed softly, finishing my own cum.
She smiled about her still hard dick, cleaning her cock as she withdrew it from her head. The shaft popped out and she sighed deeply, licking her lips. "You feel so good inside me Brian."
"I'm glad. I like being inside you. And that was impressive. Didn't know anyone could do that."
"Oh, you can. I'm sure. You're almost as long as me. You wanna try?"
I giggled and nodded.
Andi smiled and untangled her legs as I stood up.
"You are gonna fucking love this," she said with a wide, spermy grin.
"Get over here tiger. Let's have Christmas a bit early."
Clothes off, CHECK. Boner, uber fast CHECK. Jumping on bed, lining up dick to heaven, CHECK!
I was ready and looked down, moving my head further forward around Andi's bulging ball sack. "You're, um, . . . ."
"Lubed? Oh Bri, I've been ready since eggnog," Andi giggled out. Well, eggnog was after presents, everyone went to the bathrooms, mostly to get tissues for eyes and noses. HEY! She dumped lube up her ass while my family was crying tears of JOY??
Fuckin' a bubba. THANK YOU ANDI!
I spit a good luger onto her rosebud that reciprocated with an appreciated pucker and slowly opened. My cock was hard but would only get harder. I shoved and sank deep. BALLS deep into Andi's tunnel of love.
And I heard her slurp and groan. This was so new to me but when she cooed with her cock deep in her mouth I knew she was enjoying it.
I began to plow smoothly and steadily into and out of her pliant ass. This was the first time I got to see things really. My cock road in and out slickly of her ass while I watched her balls jump about her silky smooth sauce sack. Never really seen that before. And her dick, watching it go hard like that with her mouth about herself. I mean. MAN! That is fucking cool. I never thought of that before. I mean, who would? Wouldn't every guy that could do that just stay home? Well, that was my thought at the time. Pussy and ass is still good. Though, pussy, still out of my range.
So I watched, thrusted and heard Andi gurgle as I watched her big ass balls do the shimmy and I assumed unload deep in her mouth. She was breathing like a race horse so I guessed. I guessed right as both nostrils exhaled bolts of sperm out as my girl unloaded into her face. Damn, what a sight.
Her eyes pleaded with me I think, don't really know. But her ass was massaging my hard on very nicely so I went to town, violently shaking her body and pouring my own froth into her body with a satisfying deluge.
Her eyes were glowing as her mouth and throat worked overtime with her big sponge. "Good girl," I huffed softly, finishing my own cum.
She smiled about her still hard dick, cleaning her cock as she withdrew it from her head. The shaft popped out and she sighed deeply, licking her lips. "You feel so good inside me Brian."
"I'm glad. I like being inside you. And that was impressive. Didn't know anyone could do that."
"Oh, you can. I'm sure. You're almost as long as me. You wanna try?"
I giggled and nodded.
Andi smiled and untangled her legs as I stood up.
"You are gonna fucking love this," she said with a wide, spermy grin.
Sorry but life has interrupted my story telling. Here is something short but sweet. Hope you like it.
SNIPPETS #7
And so I traded places with Andi, settling in her warm spot on my bed. My hand shot to my slimy, flagging shaft.
"Hey, wait. Let's clean you off first. I don't think you want to taste ass."
"Good idea," I said, shooting off the bed. Andi put on some clothing and peeked out the door. Grabbing my robe and flinging it about myself, I followed her down the hallway and into the bathroom. The lock clicked as I had the hot tap going, my big softy flopped into the sink. I used some soap on my hands and began to clean up. Didn't take long and the hot water felt wonderful. Andi cleaned up herself, quietly blowing her nose of her essence. After Andi's very close inspection and a quick kiss on the head, we went back into my room. I didn't even put on the robe! We both giggled softly.
I noted I was chubbing again. Assuming the position again, Andi using her body to help hold up mine, I began to shaft and stretch my cock down toward my face. I was coming down from my sexual high with Andi and now was thinking what the hell was I doing?
But when she began to kiss my ass and rubbing my thighs, the fading fire was restoked to a flaming inferno.
Then she poked me at the spot between my asshole and hanging balls. I flinched and shuddered.
"This is your taint," she hissed out, lightly rubbing a finger up and down the area.
"Taint? What's a taint?"
"This. It's very sensitive. I know mine is. You hard yet?"
"Getting there," I grunted.
Andi then pushed harder into the area and I shot to hardness immediately. The head of my cock was a pubic hair away from my nose. HOLY SHIT!
"You hard now?" Andi asked, peering between my legs and looking down at me. "Thought so. Now pull and lick it."
My body was starting to protest a bit but I obeyed and licked my own cock. My own cock. Though a bit numb from fucking Andi before, it felt wonderful. Then, pulling a bit more, I enveloped my cock head into my warm and wet mouth.
I groaned deeply. Andi giggled softly, petting my male purse and lower shaft. "Pretty cool huh?"
I nodded, my hard cock moving with my mouth.
If Andi was a musician in a previous life, she proved it by playing my body like a prodigy. God damn was this girl good. My sexual fire never went to embers but kept flaring up higher and higher. My back and legs were sore but becoming numb as every sensation was about my crotch and the warmth of Andi's body against my back.
Using soft touches, licking with her tongue and light caresses, I was approaching a cum that was feeling pretty big. Andi slurped my balls into her mouth assaulting them with her long and whipping tongue. Sweat was forming about my face. Nostrils were flared as I tried to breath. My mouth was super wet and I was tasting a salty taste. Had to be my precum. I wanted to be put off about it but I couldn't. Not with Andi working me over like she was. And her smile was infectious. Softly holding my cock between my teeth, I smiled broadly too.
"You like that? Having fun?" she asked, softly rubbing across my puckered brown star. I'm sure my eyes rolled back a bit as my balls tightened against my shaft.
I resumed sucking and licking my dick then I felt Andi softly bite my taint which sent me over the edge. I groaned deeply and we both watched as my balls unloaded a tidal wave of wigglers into my mouth. I choked immediately, turned my head and spat out my spurting cock. I glazed my cheek, nose and even shot a thick stream into my ear. Andi grabbed my throbbing shaft and milked out the rest of my load onto the sheet next to my face.
Breathing hard and feeling the numbness fade away, pain began screaming about my body.
"Oh shit, let me get up," I hissed out, my dripping face showing the agony I was now in. Andi helped me straighten out. "God I'm gonna be sore tomorrow."
"It's okay. I'll give you a massage. But you liked it, right?"
"Yeah yeah, it was cool. Fuck, I'm a mess."
"Let me get a washcloth and a towel. I'll clean you up."
She was so beautiful cleaning me up. All over, I might add. It was sensual and was erotic and calming. I nodded off but was quickly awakened by Andi.
"It's after midnight. Merry Christmas Brian," she whispered, kissing my with feeling. I kissed back even in my fog. "Now you have to go down to the couch."
"Aww, do I have to?"
Andi smiled softly, caressed my cheek then softly slapped my naked thigh. "Yes!"
I had the best sleep of my life I think.
I heard distant voices. Then I heard pounding down the steps. Billy. Wait, Christmas. I blinked open my eyes and turned my head toward the tree. He was there, sorting through MORE gifts. There were only a few but they were bigger. Mom and Dad always gave the smaller items on Christmas Eve and kept the bigger things for the next morning. Like I remember getting shirts, sweaters and a few games then on THE morning, I would get a bike or something like that. Same for all the kids. Still have that bike in the garage actually. Haven't ridden it in years though.
So the house awoke, everyone in sleep ware and robes. All except for Kevin and Andi. He was dressed in stiff looking casual clothing yet trying to look studly (FAIL DORK!) and my girl looking comfortable in t shirt and jeans.
Billy got a new bike. He was out the door soon. My sisters all got some expensive perfume or cosmetics and I got a kick ass printer/scanner for my laptop. "To help with your papers," Mom said.
Well, that was it. We still had seven days before we were to leave for school again. Now I wonder what we'll do? I knew I'd be eating aspirin like candy for a few days as every muscle in my body ached.
Andi looked so happy to be with my family. Funny, I never thought of my family as fun. But we played board games, countless Uno games, and Billy would corral someone to play on his game system.
Food was gooey, hot and I'm sure not good for the figure. But it was delicious! I caught Andi eyeing me with a broad smile on her face and it would make my insides instantly warm up. Not once during the day did I chub. Not one time. It was all about spending time, enjoying our closeness. Our spirits mingled and our emotions caressed yet nothing sexual was ever hinted. I was the most relaxed I think ever at my own home.
That night after dinner, clean up and another rousing game of Uno with lots of shouting and ganging up, Andi suggested we go watch A Christmas Story on her computer. Innocent enough.
So we excused ourselves and headed up. Once the door was closed Andi pulled out the last unwrapped gift in the house and offered it to me. I actually forgot about it.
"Andi, please. You've done so much for me and my family."
"This is for us." I sighed and sat on the neatly made bed. She sat the package on my lap. "Open it."
I tore off the nicely wrapped paper and opened the box. I looked inside and blinked.
"I didn't know about coming here so I got something for the time you'd be away. But we can play together now."
She pulled out a long, pink colored sleeve. It had a molded lifelike pussy on one end. "It's a toy."
I guessed that. Then she pulled out a small, black colored strip of whatever. "And that is a cock ring."
My face betrayed my ignorance on these things. "Don't worry Brian, the toy can wait for another time. But the ring is for now. Take off your pants but leave on your boxers."
Numbly I obeyed as she set up her laptop and started the movie. Then she turned down the bed, fluffing up the pillows against the headboard. With a muffled squeal she knelt in front of me and pulled down my boxers. Feeling her hands about my junk she snapped the tight ring under my balls. My dick began to chub up.
"Feel okay? Not too tight?"
"It feels weird."
Andi stood and kissed me, slurping her tongue deep into my mouth. Her fist grasped my thickness and pulled on it a few times. My chub became bone.
"Get into bed and I'll sit on your lap while we watch," she said while pulling up my boxers. My dick found the opening and poked out proudly. I sat and watched as Andi peeled off her jeans and panties, then grabbing a loose pair of gym shorts. She put them on and climbed onto my lap, careful not to hurt little Brian. Then with some shifting, my dick felt warm skin.
"Hey, wait," I said just as Andi lined up my rod and slowly inserted it into her burning insides. "B-but you got shorts on."
Snuggling against me and pulling up the blanket up to her stomach she giggled. "I cut a hole in them. You feel so good inside me." Then she turned her head and kisses me softly. "Now let's watch. I love this movie."
I liked it too I guess. Seen it a billion times. But I watched, feeling Andi use her muscled ass to keep my hard and interested. But we didn't fuck. I was seated and she was satisfied.
Don't know when it happened, but . . . . . . . . . .
SNIPPETS #7
And so I traded places with Andi, settling in her warm spot on my bed. My hand shot to my slimy, flagging shaft.
"Hey, wait. Let's clean you off first. I don't think you want to taste ass."
"Good idea," I said, shooting off the bed. Andi put on some clothing and peeked out the door. Grabbing my robe and flinging it about myself, I followed her down the hallway and into the bathroom. The lock clicked as I had the hot tap going, my big softy flopped into the sink. I used some soap on my hands and began to clean up. Didn't take long and the hot water felt wonderful. Andi cleaned up herself, quietly blowing her nose of her essence. After Andi's very close inspection and a quick kiss on the head, we went back into my room. I didn't even put on the robe! We both giggled softly.
I noted I was chubbing again. Assuming the position again, Andi using her body to help hold up mine, I began to shaft and stretch my cock down toward my face. I was coming down from my sexual high with Andi and now was thinking what the hell was I doing?
But when she began to kiss my ass and rubbing my thighs, the fading fire was restoked to a flaming inferno.
Then she poked me at the spot between my asshole and hanging balls. I flinched and shuddered.
"This is your taint," she hissed out, lightly rubbing a finger up and down the area.
"Taint? What's a taint?"
"This. It's very sensitive. I know mine is. You hard yet?"
"Getting there," I grunted.
Andi then pushed harder into the area and I shot to hardness immediately. The head of my cock was a pubic hair away from my nose. HOLY SHIT!
"You hard now?" Andi asked, peering between my legs and looking down at me. "Thought so. Now pull and lick it."
My body was starting to protest a bit but I obeyed and licked my own cock. My own cock. Though a bit numb from fucking Andi before, it felt wonderful. Then, pulling a bit more, I enveloped my cock head into my warm and wet mouth.
I groaned deeply. Andi giggled softly, petting my male purse and lower shaft. "Pretty cool huh?"
I nodded, my hard cock moving with my mouth.
If Andi was a musician in a previous life, she proved it by playing my body like a prodigy. God damn was this girl good. My sexual fire never went to embers but kept flaring up higher and higher. My back and legs were sore but becoming numb as every sensation was about my crotch and the warmth of Andi's body against my back.
Using soft touches, licking with her tongue and light caresses, I was approaching a cum that was feeling pretty big. Andi slurped my balls into her mouth assaulting them with her long and whipping tongue. Sweat was forming about my face. Nostrils were flared as I tried to breath. My mouth was super wet and I was tasting a salty taste. Had to be my precum. I wanted to be put off about it but I couldn't. Not with Andi working me over like she was. And her smile was infectious. Softly holding my cock between my teeth, I smiled broadly too.
"You like that? Having fun?" she asked, softly rubbing across my puckered brown star. I'm sure my eyes rolled back a bit as my balls tightened against my shaft.
I resumed sucking and licking my dick then I felt Andi softly bite my taint which sent me over the edge. I groaned deeply and we both watched as my balls unloaded a tidal wave of wigglers into my mouth. I choked immediately, turned my head and spat out my spurting cock. I glazed my cheek, nose and even shot a thick stream into my ear. Andi grabbed my throbbing shaft and milked out the rest of my load onto the sheet next to my face.
Breathing hard and feeling the numbness fade away, pain began screaming about my body.
"Oh shit, let me get up," I hissed out, my dripping face showing the agony I was now in. Andi helped me straighten out. "God I'm gonna be sore tomorrow."
"It's okay. I'll give you a massage. But you liked it, right?"
"Yeah yeah, it was cool. Fuck, I'm a mess."
"Let me get a washcloth and a towel. I'll clean you up."
She was so beautiful cleaning me up. All over, I might add. It was sensual and was erotic and calming. I nodded off but was quickly awakened by Andi.
"It's after midnight. Merry Christmas Brian," she whispered, kissing my with feeling. I kissed back even in my fog. "Now you have to go down to the couch."
"Aww, do I have to?"
Andi smiled softly, caressed my cheek then softly slapped my naked thigh. "Yes!"
I had the best sleep of my life I think.
I heard distant voices. Then I heard pounding down the steps. Billy. Wait, Christmas. I blinked open my eyes and turned my head toward the tree. He was there, sorting through MORE gifts. There were only a few but they were bigger. Mom and Dad always gave the smaller items on Christmas Eve and kept the bigger things for the next morning. Like I remember getting shirts, sweaters and a few games then on THE morning, I would get a bike or something like that. Same for all the kids. Still have that bike in the garage actually. Haven't ridden it in years though.
So the house awoke, everyone in sleep ware and robes. All except for Kevin and Andi. He was dressed in stiff looking casual clothing yet trying to look studly (FAIL DORK!) and my girl looking comfortable in t shirt and jeans.
Billy got a new bike. He was out the door soon. My sisters all got some expensive perfume or cosmetics and I got a kick ass printer/scanner for my laptop. "To help with your papers," Mom said.
Well, that was it. We still had seven days before we were to leave for school again. Now I wonder what we'll do? I knew I'd be eating aspirin like candy for a few days as every muscle in my body ached.
Andi looked so happy to be with my family. Funny, I never thought of my family as fun. But we played board games, countless Uno games, and Billy would corral someone to play on his game system.
Food was gooey, hot and I'm sure not good for the figure. But it was delicious! I caught Andi eyeing me with a broad smile on her face and it would make my insides instantly warm up. Not once during the day did I chub. Not one time. It was all about spending time, enjoying our closeness. Our spirits mingled and our emotions caressed yet nothing sexual was ever hinted. I was the most relaxed I think ever at my own home.
That night after dinner, clean up and another rousing game of Uno with lots of shouting and ganging up, Andi suggested we go watch A Christmas Story on her computer. Innocent enough.
So we excused ourselves and headed up. Once the door was closed Andi pulled out the last unwrapped gift in the house and offered it to me. I actually forgot about it.
"Andi, please. You've done so much for me and my family."
"This is for us." I sighed and sat on the neatly made bed. She sat the package on my lap. "Open it."
I tore off the nicely wrapped paper and opened the box. I looked inside and blinked.
"I didn't know about coming here so I got something for the time you'd be away. But we can play together now."
She pulled out a long, pink colored sleeve. It had a molded lifelike pussy on one end. "It's a toy."
I guessed that. Then she pulled out a small, black colored strip of whatever. "And that is a cock ring."
My face betrayed my ignorance on these things. "Don't worry Brian, the toy can wait for another time. But the ring is for now. Take off your pants but leave on your boxers."
Numbly I obeyed as she set up her laptop and started the movie. Then she turned down the bed, fluffing up the pillows against the headboard. With a muffled squeal she knelt in front of me and pulled down my boxers. Feeling her hands about my junk she snapped the tight ring under my balls. My dick began to chub up.
"Feel okay? Not too tight?"
"It feels weird."
Andi stood and kissed me, slurping her tongue deep into my mouth. Her fist grasped my thickness and pulled on it a few times. My chub became bone.
"Get into bed and I'll sit on your lap while we watch," she said while pulling up my boxers. My dick found the opening and poked out proudly. I sat and watched as Andi peeled off her jeans and panties, then grabbing a loose pair of gym shorts. She put them on and climbed onto my lap, careful not to hurt little Brian. Then with some shifting, my dick felt warm skin.
"Hey, wait," I said just as Andi lined up my rod and slowly inserted it into her burning insides. "B-but you got shorts on."
Snuggling against me and pulling up the blanket up to her stomach she giggled. "I cut a hole in them. You feel so good inside me." Then she turned her head and kisses me softly. "Now let's watch. I love this movie."
I liked it too I guess. Seen it a billion times. But I watched, feeling Andi use her muscled ass to keep my hard and interested. But we didn't fuck. I was seated and she was satisfied.
Don't know when it happened, but . . . . . . . . . .
Okay, one more.
SNIPPETS #8
The door burst open. I stirred. Opening an eye it was light out. Holy crap. Billy got to the bed. Andi stirred, still against my chest and on my lap. My dick was soft, slimy and sitting on my balls between my legs under the covers.
"Hey Brian. It snowed. It SNOWED!" Billy gushed out.
"Huh? Oh, did it?" I asked sleepily, wiping slobber off my cheek.
"Why are you in Andi's bed?"
"It's my bed Billy. And we fell asleep watching a movie."
"Oh. Well, you wanna go outside and have a snowball fight?"
Andi decided to awake and join the conversation. "That would be wonderful Brian. But Billy, let us get up and some breakfast and we'll both come out and play with you."
"REALLY? Cool. See ya downstairs." The door slammed closed.
"Quick, get dressed and go clean up," Andi said, scrambling out of the bed and grabbing clothing, her cleaning stuff and leaving me alone in my bedroom.
And so the holiday vacation went on. Andi really enjoyed the time here and was happy that she was happy. The only sexual fun was a quick blow job here and there. But on New Years Eve, we all staid up, even Billy to watch the ball fall in Times Square. We all had a small glass of cheap champagne, except Billy who got ginger ale and we toasted to a great new year.
I made up the couch and went up to say goodnight to Andi in my room.
"Brian, I want to do something with you for our first New Years together."
"Okay."
"Lock the door and get naked." She peeled off her clothing and sat down on the carpet in front of the bed. "Get the toy."
I rummaged through her bag and found it. "There's some lube too."
I got the bottle and handed both to her, standing like a fool in front of her nakedness.
"We don't have a lot of time but I've been so horny and I think you'll like this. Come on Brian, get naked with me." Okay, don't need to be told twice. I sat down, my chubbing junk lying on the tickling carpet.
"I saw this on the internet. Lie down flat on your back." I did. Then she got down on her back, her legs over my legs. "Scoot a little closer," she motioned. I did.
"Ow ow ow ow, get up," Andi hissed and whined out.
"What?" I asked a bit loudly.
"You sat on my balls," she half giggled, half groaned.
"Sorry," I said. Andi grabbed her big ball bag and scooted herself closed, her warmth bumping against me. Then she let her balls go. The smooth silken purse oozed down against me, gravity pulling it down. The malleable skin found any way it could to drop, enveloping my own balls with its weight and softness.
Then she popped the cap on the lube bottle and poured a generous amount of the silky liquid about my standing pole. She did the same for her substantial stalk and wiped the fake pussy opening with what she had on her fingers. I shivered when her larger cock shaft lined up and met mine. Heaven came quickly as I watched Andi drop the "toy" down over both of our cocks, enveloping them with an ersatz pussy.
I groaned. She groaned. Our cocks were wrapped together inside something that felt amazing. My brain tried to keep conscious thought at the forefront but it lost out to lustful, erotic feelings of bliss.
Andi's arm moved up and down and the pleasure only heightened. The heat from her cock was amazing. And I felt her get harder against my own bone. She always amazed me with how fucking hard she got. I've watched enough porn to watch those big cocks, even boning, bend and shimmy as they fucked some hot babe. Andi's cock was actual stone hard. And it was only getting harder as she shafted that thing over both of us.
At this point I would never have thought to be this close to a cock. But it was Andi's cock. And I was loving it. The creative ways she could make me feel so good always amazed me. I closed my eyes, my brain shut down except for basic instincts and I let the pleasure cover me like a favorite blanket.
My balls began to tighten. I also felt Andi's balls shift about her bull bag. Whereas most guy gear scrunched up tight, hers staid loose. Only her big balls shifted up.
I felt Andi's dick get bigger--both in girth and in length. Her cock head was now fully over mine inside the toy. Conflicting feelings began to cloud my pleasure. Was this male ego? Male dick pride? Fuck it!
Andi mewled out. Her fist moved the toy faster and BAM! I unloaded a good sized load, splattering about inside the fake pussy and sliming our dicks. That must have set off Andi as she groaned, arched her delicate back, gushed out a deep breath while her cock bucked and spat out a tidal wave of sperm into the sleeve, out sliming us of my essence. She bucked and hissed out a massive orgasm.
My brain clicked in. I counted her pulses of bolt after bolt of choad. "JEEZUZ!" I hissed out after she passed seven thick syrupy spurts before she oozed out more and more.
Andi's back thudded down onto the carpet, her breathing quick and short. "Oh Brian, you're wonderful."
I'm wonderful? Er, I didn't blow a load that would choke a horse. But a warm glow washed over me. My dick flagged and began to retreat the wonderful feeling of her still enormous cock and sticky sleeve. I was out first. And I knew it was getting late.
"I gotta go now," I said, groaning as I untangled from a very satisfied Andi. She didn't get up nor take herself out of the toy. She beamed brightly at me. I leaned down and kissed her. "Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year," she whispered back.
"Are you gonna get up?"
"I have to clean your mess up. You go. See you tomorrow."
"Okay." I put on my boxers, took my clothing and left.
Andi wasn't done though. From what she told me after breakfast that morning, she rubbed out another two orgasms before cleaning up and getting to bed.
That's my girl. The cum machine.
By the time we got back to campus, we were empty, satisfied and I was definitely looking forward to more fun with Andi. My family was wonderful toward Andi. Mom gave me a thumbs up when we boarded the train. I think she was the happiest of all. If she only knew!
SNIPPETS #8
The door burst open. I stirred. Opening an eye it was light out. Holy crap. Billy got to the bed. Andi stirred, still against my chest and on my lap. My dick was soft, slimy and sitting on my balls between my legs under the covers.
"Hey Brian. It snowed. It SNOWED!" Billy gushed out.
"Huh? Oh, did it?" I asked sleepily, wiping slobber off my cheek.
"Why are you in Andi's bed?"
"It's my bed Billy. And we fell asleep watching a movie."
"Oh. Well, you wanna go outside and have a snowball fight?"
Andi decided to awake and join the conversation. "That would be wonderful Brian. But Billy, let us get up and some breakfast and we'll both come out and play with you."
"REALLY? Cool. See ya downstairs." The door slammed closed.
"Quick, get dressed and go clean up," Andi said, scrambling out of the bed and grabbing clothing, her cleaning stuff and leaving me alone in my bedroom.
And so the holiday vacation went on. Andi really enjoyed the time here and was happy that she was happy. The only sexual fun was a quick blow job here and there. But on New Years Eve, we all staid up, even Billy to watch the ball fall in Times Square. We all had a small glass of cheap champagne, except Billy who got ginger ale and we toasted to a great new year.
I made up the couch and went up to say goodnight to Andi in my room.
"Brian, I want to do something with you for our first New Years together."
"Okay."
"Lock the door and get naked." She peeled off her clothing and sat down on the carpet in front of the bed. "Get the toy."
I rummaged through her bag and found it. "There's some lube too."
I got the bottle and handed both to her, standing like a fool in front of her nakedness.
"We don't have a lot of time but I've been so horny and I think you'll like this. Come on Brian, get naked with me." Okay, don't need to be told twice. I sat down, my chubbing junk lying on the tickling carpet.
"I saw this on the internet. Lie down flat on your back." I did. Then she got down on her back, her legs over my legs. "Scoot a little closer," she motioned. I did.
"Ow ow ow ow, get up," Andi hissed and whined out.
"What?" I asked a bit loudly.
"You sat on my balls," she half giggled, half groaned.
"Sorry," I said. Andi grabbed her big ball bag and scooted herself closed, her warmth bumping against me. Then she let her balls go. The smooth silken purse oozed down against me, gravity pulling it down. The malleable skin found any way it could to drop, enveloping my own balls with its weight and softness.
Then she popped the cap on the lube bottle and poured a generous amount of the silky liquid about my standing pole. She did the same for her substantial stalk and wiped the fake pussy opening with what she had on her fingers. I shivered when her larger cock shaft lined up and met mine. Heaven came quickly as I watched Andi drop the "toy" down over both of our cocks, enveloping them with an ersatz pussy.
I groaned. She groaned. Our cocks were wrapped together inside something that felt amazing. My brain tried to keep conscious thought at the forefront but it lost out to lustful, erotic feelings of bliss.
Andi's arm moved up and down and the pleasure only heightened. The heat from her cock was amazing. And I felt her get harder against my own bone. She always amazed me with how fucking hard she got. I've watched enough porn to watch those big cocks, even boning, bend and shimmy as they fucked some hot babe. Andi's cock was actual stone hard. And it was only getting harder as she shafted that thing over both of us.
At this point I would never have thought to be this close to a cock. But it was Andi's cock. And I was loving it. The creative ways she could make me feel so good always amazed me. I closed my eyes, my brain shut down except for basic instincts and I let the pleasure cover me like a favorite blanket.
My balls began to tighten. I also felt Andi's balls shift about her bull bag. Whereas most guy gear scrunched up tight, hers staid loose. Only her big balls shifted up.
I felt Andi's dick get bigger--both in girth and in length. Her cock head was now fully over mine inside the toy. Conflicting feelings began to cloud my pleasure. Was this male ego? Male dick pride? Fuck it!
Andi mewled out. Her fist moved the toy faster and BAM! I unloaded a good sized load, splattering about inside the fake pussy and sliming our dicks. That must have set off Andi as she groaned, arched her delicate back, gushed out a deep breath while her cock bucked and spat out a tidal wave of sperm into the sleeve, out sliming us of my essence. She bucked and hissed out a massive orgasm.
My brain clicked in. I counted her pulses of bolt after bolt of choad. "JEEZUZ!" I hissed out after she passed seven thick syrupy spurts before she oozed out more and more.
Andi's back thudded down onto the carpet, her breathing quick and short. "Oh Brian, you're wonderful."
I'm wonderful? Er, I didn't blow a load that would choke a horse. But a warm glow washed over me. My dick flagged and began to retreat the wonderful feeling of her still enormous cock and sticky sleeve. I was out first. And I knew it was getting late.
"I gotta go now," I said, groaning as I untangled from a very satisfied Andi. She didn't get up nor take herself out of the toy. She beamed brightly at me. I leaned down and kissed her. "Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year," she whispered back.
"Are you gonna get up?"
"I have to clean your mess up. You go. See you tomorrow."
"Okay." I put on my boxers, took my clothing and left.
Andi wasn't done though. From what she told me after breakfast that morning, she rubbed out another two orgasms before cleaning up and getting to bed.
That's my girl. The cum machine.
By the time we got back to campus, we were empty, satisfied and I was definitely looking forward to more fun with Andi. My family was wonderful toward Andi. Mom gave me a thumbs up when we boarded the train. I think she was the happiest of all. If she only knew!
Sorry for the delay but life seems to suck so much attention sometimes. Hope you like this. Let me know.
Misfit
Things began to get back to normal. Lots of classwork and library visits. Brandi became a regular visitor. I was beginning to like her. She was smart, definitely a babe with those freakin' huge tits. God how I like looking at them. She caught me a few times ogling her figure. She just smiled.
So I wasn't too surprised as I unlocked the door and entered Andi's room to find both girls naked, Andi sitting in her computer chair with Brandi sitting on her lap as they surfed.
"Wow. Nice," I blurted out.
"Hey lover," Andi called out.
"Hiya Brian, why don't you come see what we're doing?" Brandi offered, a giggle in her voice.
I dropped my book bag and jacket and walked over. I bent down and kissed Andi, slipping in a little tongue. I moaned as I felt her hand caress my junk inside my jeans. Guess the kiss went on a little too long for Brandi cleared her throat loudly.
I broke the kiss and looked at her pouty mouth. As a gag I bent down and kissed her too. She squealed and giggled. It was quick and I looked at Andi to see her reaction. She smiled and caressed my face.
"So, whatcha doin'?"
"We're checking out tgirl and transgendered sites and stuff," Brandi said.
"Ur, why?"
"Checking out the competition," Andi giggled out.
"Oh stop. Actually, Andi had a brilliant idea."
"What was it?" I asked.
"Well . . . ," Brandi began but Andi interrupted her.
"I feel that our segment of society isn't treated very well. I want to create a website about tgirls."
"You do?"
"Sure. I mean, look at this crap. It's all sex. Nothing really alluring, nothing meaningful."
"Grab a chair, come see," Brandi said.
Soon they had gone through a shit load of tumblr pages and both free and pay sites. Most were she male sites. There weren't many that dealt with amateur girls.
"So how would your site be different than this stuff?" I asked.
"I don't know yet. We're still working on that."
"We?" I asked.
"Brandi and me."
"You like girls like Andi?" I asked Brandi.
She groaned, leaned back against Andi and purred, wiggling her hips a bit. "I LOOOOOVE them."
Seeing her tits wobble about as she said that made me chub. Brandi noticed. "Ya know, I didn't give you your Christmas present yet. Andi?"
"Sure, you can give it to him if you want."
Brandi looked up at me, a twinkle in her eye. "You want me to give it to you?"
"Uh, sure. What is it?" Brandi looked back at Andi and they both giggled. I stood.
Brandi leaned forward and began to stand. And the shlucking I heard made me look down between them. I saw Andi's very erect cock withdraw from Brandi's cooze, wet and rock hard. When Brandi stood Andi's cock slapped hard against her flat tummy.
"Oh, wow. Didn't know you guys were . . ."
"Fucking? We weren't. Not really. She was just helping me out as we did our research."
I laughed. "I'd like to help you research any time."
"Good. That's your present."
"Huh?"
"Yep. You get to lose your GPV," Andi offered.
"My what?"
Brandi stood in front of me. My eyes went to her hanging tits. "Your . . (button on my jeans opens) . .girl . .(my zipper is slid down) . . pussy . .(jeans tugged down) . . virginity . . (Brandi's hand fondles my hardening dick inside my boxers).
"What do you say?" Andi asked.
"You mean it?"
"Sure. Hell, I opened her up for you."
"For like an hour," offered Brandi.
"An hour?"
"Andi can stay hard for-EVER," Brandi cooed.
"But you didn't . . . fuck."
"Nope."
"Wow," was all I could say.
Andi stood, her cock still super hard and leaking precum. She helped undress me fully. Then taking my hand she led me to the couch and sat me down.
"Brandi, straddle him and suck me off."
Brandi seemed to skip over to me and looked at my hard dick. She climbed on and lined me up. Her tits were in front of my face and I kissed one then the other. Then IT happened. I felt her wetness and warmth envelope my shaft. So on February 2nd at 4:37pm I lost my GPV. I moaned at the feeling, Brandi groaned with need as she began to slowly fuck me. Then I sensed Andi behind me, her bull balls resting on my shoulder as her strong, thick and huge shaft slid past my face and into Brandi's willing mouth.
Brandi was burning inside and slick as all fuck! The pleasure I was feeling was incredible. I watched Brandi expertly suck Andi's massive shaft right in front of my face. I turned and saw several inches not being touched so without thinking, I kissed that monolith of manliness. Andi groaned and Brandi giggled. Andi's hand caressed my hair as she hooked her other hand behind Brandi's head and began to pull the girl further onto her needy stalk.
Closing my eyes and laying my head back onto the cushion I grasped Brandi's bony hips and began to direct our fucking--basically speeding it up. Brandi groaned around Andi's big dick and helped by lifting her nice ass a bit allowing my to fuck myself up into her burning twat.
My heat began going nuclear as my hips began to slam hard into a grunting Brandi. She pulled off of Andi's super hard cock and began to keen and moan as her ass shimmied and slapped against my thighs and pelvis. Jeez, this was wonderful. I mean, fucking Andi is always wonderful. She is super tight and knows how to work her ass muscles to bring me off. But Brandi's cunt was so different. So all encompassing. So fucking WET! With Andi, it's usually the lube and my pre that helps us. But sometimes I have to add lube for one of our marathon fucking sessions because it stops working after awhile.
With Brandi, she was making so much lube herself that I didn't have to worry about it. My balls began to pull up and my cock got super hard. Brandi seemed to hit her orgasm quickly. When her twat clamped down hard on me I lost it. I shot off hard!
Brandi wrapped her arms about my neck and slammed her lips against mine, still slamming her pussy up and down my surprisingly still hard dick. And it felt awesome.
"Oh God Brian, you fuck me so good," Brandi moaned into my face.
What could I say? I mean, I was loving this and fucking was always awesome. I just went along for the ride now. It seemed Brandi insatiable and determined to get more pleasure. She sure was pleasing me.
Andi watched us fuck for a bit but seemed antsy so she came around the couch and stood behind bouncing Brandi, caressing her back and ass. Finally she leaned in and whispered something to Brandi. She just groaned louder and redoubled her fucking, keeping my hard and wet.
Andi left us then came back with a bottle of lube. Wait. What? Really? But how? I mean, I KNOW how but . . . really?
That super thick, super hard cock gleamed with slickness as she groped between Brandi's ass cheeks. She squealed, kissing me again, tongue going deep into my oral cavity. Then Brandi stopped bouncing on my lap. All went quiet except for our heavy breathing. Then I felt Brandi stiffen a bit, mashing her bountiful breasts against my chest. Pure heaven. Then Brandi flinched and gasped, holding her breath.
"Relax girl. Let me in," Andi said, breaking the spell for a moment. I watched past Brandi's ear as Andi caressed her back, trying to get her to loosen up. I flexed my dick inside her twat, trying to get her to concentrate on my dick, hopefully allowing Andi entrance to her asshole. It must have worked because Brandi suddenly squealed into my mouth, vibrating my teeth so sensually.
I heard Andi groan and then I FELT pressure against my dick. WHAT THE FUCK!! HOLY SHIT! I was feeling Andi's big bomber slide against my cock. Her cock was in another freakin' hole and yet I was feeling it slide along me, then her head went past my dick. I glanced over at the clock. 5:04pm. I just lost another virginity--a GDP--girl double penetration. This day just got so much better!
Brandi stopped kissing me, groaning deeply. She was covered in sweat, her sticky skin peeling off my chest as she sat up. That put more pressure on both Andi's and my cocks, a thin membrane of skin our only barrier to kissing cocks.
Now limp as a rag doll, Brandi just sat there, moaning and groaning as Andi began to pull and push her girl cock out and into Brandi's butt. And as Brandi had me hilted in her honey hole, I just sat there and let Andi do all the work.
Andi was an enigma. Her she was, a boy physically except what the hormones were giving her, yet a very sensual and sexual girl who pleases me to no end but still has the stamina and the cock of a stallion. She continually amazes me. And with her fucking Brandi so nicely, stimulating my motionless cock as well, it was as if she was fucking both of us. In a sense, I guess she was. And it was freakin' heaven!
Brandi started to heat up again. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me," she chanted in almost a growl. Like she was possessed by a demon or something.
Andi kept at it, her strong, porn star sized dick stimulating Brandi's ass and my hard on. "Shit, oh fuck!" Brandi screamed as her body spasmed, shaking, head flailing about. I hugged her to me, listening to her gasping against my ear. It was like she was running a marathon.
Andi, like the studdess she is, kept up her measured, deep stroking. Brandi's pussy was putting a lot of pressure on my shaft and I knew I was getting close. Andi leaned over Brandi's back and kissed me. That set me off. I shot another massive, deep washing gush of Brian babies against Brandi's cervix.
In the back of my mind the ancient programming of human males to impregnate women came to the fore. I only wished I could fuck a baby in her. Brandi would make a wonderful mother, I'm sure. And those titties sure would keep the baby well fed. And maybe me too. Always been fascinated with boobs and milk. Don't know why really.
Anyway, my crotch, thighs and balls were soaked with Brandi's twat tartar and my semen. She was just lying against me, so warm and soft as Andi still worked her monster deep into her pooper. Brandi was now just a toy or a cum dump for Andi's pleasure. And I was there to witness it which actually made me chub a bit inside Brandi's cooze.
"Oh Gawd," Brandi moaned out tiredly. "Please Andi, fucking cum already. I'm getting sore."
"Okay Bran, here it comes," she said, caressing Brandi's back and grabbing her hips. The measured fucking went out the window and Andi's hips were now a blur as the loud slapping of skin on skin increased to a crescendo, even louder than when Brandi and I were fucking. Studdess Andi was all fucking now. I watched and felt the power behind Andi's fucking. Both Brandi and I were being driven deeper into the couch with each powerful in fuck. Brandi began to scream and cry out as Andi unloaded her very prodigious output deep into her friend's battered butt.
And her orgasm seemed to last forever. Jeezuz! Andi was a goddess of sex, that was for sure and I was so glad to be with her.
When we all finally peeled ourselves apart, Andi and Brandi took a long, luxurious bath as I cleaned up by giving myself a "whore bath" at the sink. I would have joined them in the tub but there was no room and would have botched the magic of the two girls relaxing after a super fuck.
After that, things changed. Brandi was now a very regular guest, even sleeping over a couple times a week. Tho sex was always on our minds, we didn't go wild or the magic might dissipate. But I did feel complete somehow. And I also realized that Andi loved me and I loved Andi.
Something just clicked. I couldn't imagine my life without this wonderful woman. And with Brandi and her bodacious baby bags as icing on the cake, how could I ever be sad with this situation?
Misfit
Things began to get back to normal. Lots of classwork and library visits. Brandi became a regular visitor. I was beginning to like her. She was smart, definitely a babe with those freakin' huge tits. God how I like looking at them. She caught me a few times ogling her figure. She just smiled.
So I wasn't too surprised as I unlocked the door and entered Andi's room to find both girls naked, Andi sitting in her computer chair with Brandi sitting on her lap as they surfed.
"Wow. Nice," I blurted out.
"Hey lover," Andi called out.
"Hiya Brian, why don't you come see what we're doing?" Brandi offered, a giggle in her voice.
I dropped my book bag and jacket and walked over. I bent down and kissed Andi, slipping in a little tongue. I moaned as I felt her hand caress my junk inside my jeans. Guess the kiss went on a little too long for Brandi cleared her throat loudly.
I broke the kiss and looked at her pouty mouth. As a gag I bent down and kissed her too. She squealed and giggled. It was quick and I looked at Andi to see her reaction. She smiled and caressed my face.
"So, whatcha doin'?"
"We're checking out tgirl and transgendered sites and stuff," Brandi said.
"Ur, why?"
"Checking out the competition," Andi giggled out.
"Oh stop. Actually, Andi had a brilliant idea."
"What was it?" I asked.
"Well . . . ," Brandi began but Andi interrupted her.
"I feel that our segment of society isn't treated very well. I want to create a website about tgirls."
"You do?"
"Sure. I mean, look at this crap. It's all sex. Nothing really alluring, nothing meaningful."
"Grab a chair, come see," Brandi said.
Soon they had gone through a shit load of tumblr pages and both free and pay sites. Most were she male sites. There weren't many that dealt with amateur girls.
"So how would your site be different than this stuff?" I asked.
"I don't know yet. We're still working on that."
"We?" I asked.
"Brandi and me."
"You like girls like Andi?" I asked Brandi.
She groaned, leaned back against Andi and purred, wiggling her hips a bit. "I LOOOOOVE them."
Seeing her tits wobble about as she said that made me chub. Brandi noticed. "Ya know, I didn't give you your Christmas present yet. Andi?"
"Sure, you can give it to him if you want."
Brandi looked up at me, a twinkle in her eye. "You want me to give it to you?"
"Uh, sure. What is it?" Brandi looked back at Andi and they both giggled. I stood.
Brandi leaned forward and began to stand. And the shlucking I heard made me look down between them. I saw Andi's very erect cock withdraw from Brandi's cooze, wet and rock hard. When Brandi stood Andi's cock slapped hard against her flat tummy.
"Oh, wow. Didn't know you guys were . . ."
"Fucking? We weren't. Not really. She was just helping me out as we did our research."
I laughed. "I'd like to help you research any time."
"Good. That's your present."
"Huh?"
"Yep. You get to lose your GPV," Andi offered.
"My what?"
Brandi stood in front of me. My eyes went to her hanging tits. "Your . . (button on my jeans opens) . .girl . .(my zipper is slid down) . . pussy . .(jeans tugged down) . . virginity . . (Brandi's hand fondles my hardening dick inside my boxers).
"What do you say?" Andi asked.
"You mean it?"
"Sure. Hell, I opened her up for you."
"For like an hour," offered Brandi.
"An hour?"
"Andi can stay hard for-EVER," Brandi cooed.
"But you didn't . . . fuck."
"Nope."
"Wow," was all I could say.
Andi stood, her cock still super hard and leaking precum. She helped undress me fully. Then taking my hand she led me to the couch and sat me down.
"Brandi, straddle him and suck me off."
Brandi seemed to skip over to me and looked at my hard dick. She climbed on and lined me up. Her tits were in front of my face and I kissed one then the other. Then IT happened. I felt her wetness and warmth envelope my shaft. So on February 2nd at 4:37pm I lost my GPV. I moaned at the feeling, Brandi groaned with need as she began to slowly fuck me. Then I sensed Andi behind me, her bull balls resting on my shoulder as her strong, thick and huge shaft slid past my face and into Brandi's willing mouth.
Brandi was burning inside and slick as all fuck! The pleasure I was feeling was incredible. I watched Brandi expertly suck Andi's massive shaft right in front of my face. I turned and saw several inches not being touched so without thinking, I kissed that monolith of manliness. Andi groaned and Brandi giggled. Andi's hand caressed my hair as she hooked her other hand behind Brandi's head and began to pull the girl further onto her needy stalk.
Closing my eyes and laying my head back onto the cushion I grasped Brandi's bony hips and began to direct our fucking--basically speeding it up. Brandi groaned around Andi's big dick and helped by lifting her nice ass a bit allowing my to fuck myself up into her burning twat.
My heat began going nuclear as my hips began to slam hard into a grunting Brandi. She pulled off of Andi's super hard cock and began to keen and moan as her ass shimmied and slapped against my thighs and pelvis. Jeez, this was wonderful. I mean, fucking Andi is always wonderful. She is super tight and knows how to work her ass muscles to bring me off. But Brandi's cunt was so different. So all encompassing. So fucking WET! With Andi, it's usually the lube and my pre that helps us. But sometimes I have to add lube for one of our marathon fucking sessions because it stops working after awhile.
With Brandi, she was making so much lube herself that I didn't have to worry about it. My balls began to pull up and my cock got super hard. Brandi seemed to hit her orgasm quickly. When her twat clamped down hard on me I lost it. I shot off hard!
Brandi wrapped her arms about my neck and slammed her lips against mine, still slamming her pussy up and down my surprisingly still hard dick. And it felt awesome.
"Oh God Brian, you fuck me so good," Brandi moaned into my face.
What could I say? I mean, I was loving this and fucking was always awesome. I just went along for the ride now. It seemed Brandi insatiable and determined to get more pleasure. She sure was pleasing me.
Andi watched us fuck for a bit but seemed antsy so she came around the couch and stood behind bouncing Brandi, caressing her back and ass. Finally she leaned in and whispered something to Brandi. She just groaned louder and redoubled her fucking, keeping my hard and wet.
Andi left us then came back with a bottle of lube. Wait. What? Really? But how? I mean, I KNOW how but . . . really?
That super thick, super hard cock gleamed with slickness as she groped between Brandi's ass cheeks. She squealed, kissing me again, tongue going deep into my oral cavity. Then Brandi stopped bouncing on my lap. All went quiet except for our heavy breathing. Then I felt Brandi stiffen a bit, mashing her bountiful breasts against my chest. Pure heaven. Then Brandi flinched and gasped, holding her breath.
"Relax girl. Let me in," Andi said, breaking the spell for a moment. I watched past Brandi's ear as Andi caressed her back, trying to get her to loosen up. I flexed my dick inside her twat, trying to get her to concentrate on my dick, hopefully allowing Andi entrance to her asshole. It must have worked because Brandi suddenly squealed into my mouth, vibrating my teeth so sensually.
I heard Andi groan and then I FELT pressure against my dick. WHAT THE FUCK!! HOLY SHIT! I was feeling Andi's big bomber slide against my cock. Her cock was in another freakin' hole and yet I was feeling it slide along me, then her head went past my dick. I glanced over at the clock. 5:04pm. I just lost another virginity--a GDP--girl double penetration. This day just got so much better!
Brandi stopped kissing me, groaning deeply. She was covered in sweat, her sticky skin peeling off my chest as she sat up. That put more pressure on both Andi's and my cocks, a thin membrane of skin our only barrier to kissing cocks.
Now limp as a rag doll, Brandi just sat there, moaning and groaning as Andi began to pull and push her girl cock out and into Brandi's butt. And as Brandi had me hilted in her honey hole, I just sat there and let Andi do all the work.
Andi was an enigma. Her she was, a boy physically except what the hormones were giving her, yet a very sensual and sexual girl who pleases me to no end but still has the stamina and the cock of a stallion. She continually amazes me. And with her fucking Brandi so nicely, stimulating my motionless cock as well, it was as if she was fucking both of us. In a sense, I guess she was. And it was freakin' heaven!
Brandi started to heat up again. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me," she chanted in almost a growl. Like she was possessed by a demon or something.
Andi kept at it, her strong, porn star sized dick stimulating Brandi's ass and my hard on. "Shit, oh fuck!" Brandi screamed as her body spasmed, shaking, head flailing about. I hugged her to me, listening to her gasping against my ear. It was like she was running a marathon.
Andi, like the studdess she is, kept up her measured, deep stroking. Brandi's pussy was putting a lot of pressure on my shaft and I knew I was getting close. Andi leaned over Brandi's back and kissed me. That set me off. I shot another massive, deep washing gush of Brian babies against Brandi's cervix.
In the back of my mind the ancient programming of human males to impregnate women came to the fore. I only wished I could fuck a baby in her. Brandi would make a wonderful mother, I'm sure. And those titties sure would keep the baby well fed. And maybe me too. Always been fascinated with boobs and milk. Don't know why really.
Anyway, my crotch, thighs and balls were soaked with Brandi's twat tartar and my semen. She was just lying against me, so warm and soft as Andi still worked her monster deep into her pooper. Brandi was now just a toy or a cum dump for Andi's pleasure. And I was there to witness it which actually made me chub a bit inside Brandi's cooze.
"Oh Gawd," Brandi moaned out tiredly. "Please Andi, fucking cum already. I'm getting sore."
"Okay Bran, here it comes," she said, caressing Brandi's back and grabbing her hips. The measured fucking went out the window and Andi's hips were now a blur as the loud slapping of skin on skin increased to a crescendo, even louder than when Brandi and I were fucking. Studdess Andi was all fucking now. I watched and felt the power behind Andi's fucking. Both Brandi and I were being driven deeper into the couch with each powerful in fuck. Brandi began to scream and cry out as Andi unloaded her very prodigious output deep into her friend's battered butt.
And her orgasm seemed to last forever. Jeezuz! Andi was a goddess of sex, that was for sure and I was so glad to be with her.
When we all finally peeled ourselves apart, Andi and Brandi took a long, luxurious bath as I cleaned up by giving myself a "whore bath" at the sink. I would have joined them in the tub but there was no room and would have botched the magic of the two girls relaxing after a super fuck.
After that, things changed. Brandi was now a very regular guest, even sleeping over a couple times a week. Tho sex was always on our minds, we didn't go wild or the magic might dissipate. But I did feel complete somehow. And I also realized that Andi loved me and I loved Andi.
Something just clicked. I couldn't imagine my life without this wonderful woman. And with Brandi and her bodacious baby bags as icing on the cake, how could I ever be sad with this situation?
Here is another short snippet. But I want to warn you, this part is almost all story and hardly any sex. Also, we are approaching the end of the run. This story can only go on before it gets repetitive and boring. I don't want that. So I can only see a few more posts before we wind it down. I appreciate all those who took time to read. So, on with it!
The cold weather was finally starting to break, tho still slowly as usually. One day would be 34 degrees F then another 55 degrees. Up and down. It was one of the warmer days when my classes ended. I felt good and jogged back to Andi's room. Well, I guess it was OUR room now. I've stayed there long enough.
Taking the steps two at a time I unlocked and entered. Andi was at the sink drinking some water. I closed the door and strode over, hugging Andi to me from behind. I looked down at the counter and noticed a very large pill container--the kind older folks use to keep track of the meds and what day to take them kind of thing. But each day's cubicle was pretty big.
"Wow."
"What?"
"I just never knew all the stuff you had to take to be . . . "
"Be what?"
"So beautiful," I whispered into her lips, kissing her softly. She smiled against my mouth and turned back to the counter.
"It was inevitable that I'd have to go through this with you."
"Does Brandi know?"
"Of course."
I made a mental note: get friendly with Brandi and pump her for information from now on. "So what does all these pills do?"
"Well," Andi became almost clinical, pointing out each pill as she spoke, "these are my hormone pills, taken twice a day, this is for my cum, this is f . . . ."
"Wait, what? Cum?"
"OO boy, this is gonna be difficult." Andi turned and faced me, her perfect ass squished against the counter. "Look, when I was a . . . well, not me, I was small and my ejaculation was rather pathetic."
I laughed. "Yeah, right."
"No really. Before I realized who I am, I got kidded a LOT about my little wiggler. My parents, though pretty cold usually, would have many parties with their professional friends and our neighbors."
"Okay."
"So one of my parents friends is Dr. Olafson."
I nodded, prodding her to continue. "He's a urologist. So I cornered him one evening and asked if he could help me."
"Help you with what?"
"Get bigger silly."
"Wait, so you really were that small? Like how small?"
"Hold your pinkie up."
"No way."
"Way. But Dr. Olafson didn't really do anything for me. He just did the research and put me in touch with others who could truly help."
"So if you are this big now, why don't these pills become so popular and those people become super rich and men get hung?"
"Most of my meds are illegal here in this country."
"Why's that?"
"These formulas have not gone through FDA approval. Some are personal concoctions that obviously work but aren't recognized by the medical profession."
"Wow."
"But don't think this all happened overnight. It didn't. I spent years and years tracking down what I needed to become, well, who I am now."
"So what is that pill there, the green one."
"That is the enlargement pill. I take three a day. Those two yellow pills are the cum enhancer and those white ones are a natural mood booster."
"Why would you need those?" I asked, concerned.
"Oh, I probably don't need them now with you in my life but I was very lonely for a long time."
"You had Brandi though, right?"
"And so did everyone else," Andi giggled out. I snorted knowingly.
"So this stuff must cost a shitload."
Andi sighed and nodded. "The pills can be pricey but it's all the postage that really sucks."
"Postage?"
"Some of these pills come from Central and South America but have to be routed through Mexico, then into Texas where I have a PO Box that automatically reships them to me here. And everything must be repackaged so that Postal Inspectors don't get nosey why all these shipments are coming from the south. They might think they are illegal drugs or something."
"Well, they are, in a sense."
"Yeah, I guess but not the truly bad kind. Anyway, I have to pay to have all this done."
I hugged her to me, kissing her neck. She cooed softly. Then a thought came to me.
"So why did this Dr. Olafson want to help you anyway?"
"Let's just say he was happy to help, okay?"
"Hmmm. Fine, I won't ask. Pretty shitty though if you ask me."
"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, right?"
I cracked a smile.
+++++++++++++++++++
Another time I was at the apartment alone when Brandi came in, dumping her bag and pretty ass down on the couch. I was working on some research with my laptop at the counter.
"Where's Andi?" she asked.
I shrugged. "Why?"
"I just finished something I have to show her."
"What is it?" I asked, intrigued.
"Well, it's a prototype for her idea of a line of clothing."
Like being hit in the head with a large rock, I uttered, "errrhuuuh?" Brilliant!
"Didn't Andi talk with you about what she wants to do once she is done with school?"
I shook my head numbly.
"Oh, well I guess she will."
"So what is this prototype?"
"Some undies for the girls with a little extra--the LEX panty," she announced proudly, pulling out a pair of white cotton undies with red hearts printed across the cloth.
"What's so special about them?" I asked.
"Why don't you try them on?"
I laughed softly. "Yeah, right. Sorry, but I don't wear that kind of stuff."
"Brian, just try them on so I can see how they fit. Since Andi isn't here I need some feedback and since you're the only one with a cock in this room, I am asking you to help." Then she tilted her head and a twinkle came in her eyes. "And I will reward you if you help me."
I decided to play along. "And what would that be?"
"Not telling."
Thinking it over for a moment I nodded. "Okay, I'll do it." Brandi stood and squealed out her pleasure, handing the rather small panties to me. I stripped off my jeans and boxers to Brandi's admiring eyes. I sighed and slipped the cloth up my legs and fit them against my crotch. Surprisingly them fit rather nicely, no uncomfortable cramming of my junk. I looked down and noted a pouch that protruded in front, holding my dick and balls snuggly yet with softness.
Brandi knelt down and examined how the panties fit, pulling, tugging, twisting and finally patting my bulge. "It looks good. How's it feel?"
I shrugged. "Okay I guess."
"Anything pinching or squishing together?"
"No, though I hated my tighty whities when I began to get bigger and went to boxers. These don't feel uncomfortable. Just different."
"Well, good."
The door opened and Andi stepped in. "And what are you doing with my man?" she chided good naturedly with Brandi.
"I roped him into modeling the prototype. Come see." Andi stepped over, dropping her books and knelt in front of Brian."
Like a car saleswoman trying to show the attributes of a car model, Brandi talked about stitches, fabric and of course, the pouch. Andi was fascinated with it. Then she stood and walked around me, tapping my butt a bit, pulling and adjusting them on my body. Then she knelt down next to Brandi again.
"Very nice. God, I'm getting really excited about this idea Bran."
"I think it's a great too."
"When were you gonna tell me about this idea? Does this have anything to do with your idea of a better website?"
"All inclusive," Andi answered. "I want an empire. I want a super website, clothing, products, a yearly Tgirlcon, I want it all," she gushed out.
"Wow."
"She has it all figured out, well, mostly," Brandi offered. "Oh, I almost forgot."
"What is it?" Andi asked.
"I promised Brian a reward for modeling." Andi cocked an eyebrow.
"He wouldn't do it without offering him something," she said, shrugging.
"Guess we both owe him." Hands slid the panties off, tongues and mouths slurped and sucked my junk to a very satisfactory conclusion for all around.
Later that night, Andi and I lying in her bed, both still awake and just thinking about things, I guess. I know I was.
"Ange?" I asked out from the darkness.
"Yeah?"
"How do I fit into your plans for the future?"
Silence. That threw me for a moment.
"I don't know right now. Brandi will be in charge of the clothing line. I have to deal with the organization. But we'll need many many people--business people who can make it a success."
"I'm basically thinking about starting the website."
"Oh, well need a programmer, someone who will deal with it 24/7. Why? You wanna try it?"
"I don't know about programming but I can learn, right?"
"Sure." Andi leaned over and found my lips with hers. It was a nice kiss. Then we spooned and went to sleep.
The cold weather was finally starting to break, tho still slowly as usually. One day would be 34 degrees F then another 55 degrees. Up and down. It was one of the warmer days when my classes ended. I felt good and jogged back to Andi's room. Well, I guess it was OUR room now. I've stayed there long enough.
Taking the steps two at a time I unlocked and entered. Andi was at the sink drinking some water. I closed the door and strode over, hugging Andi to me from behind. I looked down at the counter and noticed a very large pill container--the kind older folks use to keep track of the meds and what day to take them kind of thing. But each day's cubicle was pretty big.
"Wow."
"What?"
"I just never knew all the stuff you had to take to be . . . "
"Be what?"
"So beautiful," I whispered into her lips, kissing her softly. She smiled against my mouth and turned back to the counter.
"It was inevitable that I'd have to go through this with you."
"Does Brandi know?"
"Of course."
I made a mental note: get friendly with Brandi and pump her for information from now on. "So what does all these pills do?"
"Well," Andi became almost clinical, pointing out each pill as she spoke, "these are my hormone pills, taken twice a day, this is for my cum, this is f . . . ."
"Wait, what? Cum?"
"OO boy, this is gonna be difficult." Andi turned and faced me, her perfect ass squished against the counter. "Look, when I was a . . . well, not me, I was small and my ejaculation was rather pathetic."
I laughed. "Yeah, right."
"No really. Before I realized who I am, I got kidded a LOT about my little wiggler. My parents, though pretty cold usually, would have many parties with their professional friends and our neighbors."
"Okay."
"So one of my parents friends is Dr. Olafson."
I nodded, prodding her to continue. "He's a urologist. So I cornered him one evening and asked if he could help me."
"Help you with what?"
"Get bigger silly."
"Wait, so you really were that small? Like how small?"
"Hold your pinkie up."
"No way."
"Way. But Dr. Olafson didn't really do anything for me. He just did the research and put me in touch with others who could truly help."
"So if you are this big now, why don't these pills become so popular and those people become super rich and men get hung?"
"Most of my meds are illegal here in this country."
"Why's that?"
"These formulas have not gone through FDA approval. Some are personal concoctions that obviously work but aren't recognized by the medical profession."
"Wow."
"But don't think this all happened overnight. It didn't. I spent years and years tracking down what I needed to become, well, who I am now."
"So what is that pill there, the green one."
"That is the enlargement pill. I take three a day. Those two yellow pills are the cum enhancer and those white ones are a natural mood booster."
"Why would you need those?" I asked, concerned.
"Oh, I probably don't need them now with you in my life but I was very lonely for a long time."
"You had Brandi though, right?"
"And so did everyone else," Andi giggled out. I snorted knowingly.
"So this stuff must cost a shitload."
Andi sighed and nodded. "The pills can be pricey but it's all the postage that really sucks."
"Postage?"
"Some of these pills come from Central and South America but have to be routed through Mexico, then into Texas where I have a PO Box that automatically reships them to me here. And everything must be repackaged so that Postal Inspectors don't get nosey why all these shipments are coming from the south. They might think they are illegal drugs or something."
"Well, they are, in a sense."
"Yeah, I guess but not the truly bad kind. Anyway, I have to pay to have all this done."
I hugged her to me, kissing her neck. She cooed softly. Then a thought came to me.
"So why did this Dr. Olafson want to help you anyway?"
"Let's just say he was happy to help, okay?"
"Hmmm. Fine, I won't ask. Pretty shitty though if you ask me."
"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, right?"
I cracked a smile.
+++++++++++++++++++
Another time I was at the apartment alone when Brandi came in, dumping her bag and pretty ass down on the couch. I was working on some research with my laptop at the counter.
"Where's Andi?" she asked.
I shrugged. "Why?"
"I just finished something I have to show her."
"What is it?" I asked, intrigued.
"Well, it's a prototype for her idea of a line of clothing."
Like being hit in the head with a large rock, I uttered, "errrhuuuh?" Brilliant!
"Didn't Andi talk with you about what she wants to do once she is done with school?"
I shook my head numbly.
"Oh, well I guess she will."
"So what is this prototype?"
"Some undies for the girls with a little extra--the LEX panty," she announced proudly, pulling out a pair of white cotton undies with red hearts printed across the cloth.
"What's so special about them?" I asked.
"Why don't you try them on?"
I laughed softly. "Yeah, right. Sorry, but I don't wear that kind of stuff."
"Brian, just try them on so I can see how they fit. Since Andi isn't here I need some feedback and since you're the only one with a cock in this room, I am asking you to help." Then she tilted her head and a twinkle came in her eyes. "And I will reward you if you help me."
I decided to play along. "And what would that be?"
"Not telling."
Thinking it over for a moment I nodded. "Okay, I'll do it." Brandi stood and squealed out her pleasure, handing the rather small panties to me. I stripped off my jeans and boxers to Brandi's admiring eyes. I sighed and slipped the cloth up my legs and fit them against my crotch. Surprisingly them fit rather nicely, no uncomfortable cramming of my junk. I looked down and noted a pouch that protruded in front, holding my dick and balls snuggly yet with softness.
Brandi knelt down and examined how the panties fit, pulling, tugging, twisting and finally patting my bulge. "It looks good. How's it feel?"
I shrugged. "Okay I guess."
"Anything pinching or squishing together?"
"No, though I hated my tighty whities when I began to get bigger and went to boxers. These don't feel uncomfortable. Just different."
"Well, good."
The door opened and Andi stepped in. "And what are you doing with my man?" she chided good naturedly with Brandi.
"I roped him into modeling the prototype. Come see." Andi stepped over, dropping her books and knelt in front of Brian."
Like a car saleswoman trying to show the attributes of a car model, Brandi talked about stitches, fabric and of course, the pouch. Andi was fascinated with it. Then she stood and walked around me, tapping my butt a bit, pulling and adjusting them on my body. Then she knelt down next to Brandi again.
"Very nice. God, I'm getting really excited about this idea Bran."
"I think it's a great too."
"When were you gonna tell me about this idea? Does this have anything to do with your idea of a better website?"
"All inclusive," Andi answered. "I want an empire. I want a super website, clothing, products, a yearly Tgirlcon, I want it all," she gushed out.
"Wow."
"She has it all figured out, well, mostly," Brandi offered. "Oh, I almost forgot."
"What is it?" Andi asked.
"I promised Brian a reward for modeling." Andi cocked an eyebrow.
"He wouldn't do it without offering him something," she said, shrugging.
"Guess we both owe him." Hands slid the panties off, tongues and mouths slurped and sucked my junk to a very satisfactory conclusion for all around.
Later that night, Andi and I lying in her bed, both still awake and just thinking about things, I guess. I know I was.
"Ange?" I asked out from the darkness.
"Yeah?"
"How do I fit into your plans for the future?"
Silence. That threw me for a moment.
"I don't know right now. Brandi will be in charge of the clothing line. I have to deal with the organization. But we'll need many many people--business people who can make it a success."
"I'm basically thinking about starting the website."
"Oh, well need a programmer, someone who will deal with it 24/7. Why? You wanna try it?"
"I don't know about programming but I can learn, right?"
"Sure." Andi leaned over and found my lips with hers. It was a nice kiss. Then we spooned and went to sleep.
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Another shorty. Coming down to the wire. Just a few more posts. Got work coming up so we'll see what I can finish before then. Hope you enjoy.
I was finishing up my papers and preparing for tests before spring break. Again I felt a pang of being away from Andi and also Brandi. I brought up Andi coming home with me but she surprised me saying she was going to a Tgirl convention in Vegas. Then I thought maybe I could go with her but knew I didn't have that kind of money. And I wasn't going to ask Andi for money after what she did for my family at Christmas.
"Andi?" I asked finally.
"Yeah?"
"I'm gonna miss you."
She smiled broadly and hugged me. Her warmth was wonderful. "I'll miss you too. But it's for research mostly."
"Well, you just be careful, okay?"
Andi caressed the side of my face tenderly, kissed me on the lips softly and put her hand on my chest, lowering her eyes coyly. "Maybe you could take Brandi?"
Uh, HUH???
"I was just thinking we are all a couple now, ya know, exclusive with each other. And I know she would love to meet your family."
"I don't think that is a good idea. They know you. They know you and I are seeing each other. Why would I bring another girl home?"
Andi sighed. "I was just thinking you'd be lonely."
"I will be lonely but I . . . "
"Shhh, I get it. And I love you even more now." She kissed me again.
When I got home, with the help of a check from Mom, I went to my bedroom and plopped on my bed, just thinking of Andi. I was lovesick now.
Days dragged. I did my exercises as usual. Andi texted all the stuff she was seeing or experiencing. And we Skyped at night with my laptop and the neighbor's unlocked WiFi router.
Those moments were the best. I guess being around all those girls got her really worked up. Andi usually talked to me about things while she was stroking her honking horse cock. Even though I was keeping little Brian satisfied during the day, I chubbed majorly watching her and usually joined in. That seemed to excite Andi even more causing her to blow a torrent of testes tartar all over her neck, chest and stomach.
That event helped propel my squigglers up and out, sliming myself in the process. Andi always giggled after she finished shooting. I loved that sound.
She would be going back to her place in another few days but I still had another week before going back. I mean, how do I explain I actually WANT to go back to school early?
So we did the Skype thing each night even after she got back to campus.
A day before I was to finally get back to Andi and school, Mom called me into her bedroom.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I found something I wanted to show you."
Mom was sitting on her bed, a jewelry box in her lap. She patted the mattress and I sat next to her.
"This was your grandmother's engagement ring." I looked at a thin gold ring with a small stone.
"Cool." She handed it to me to examine it.
I looked, shrugged and began to hand it back.
"Keep it Brian."
"What?" I half giggled out.
"I know how you and Andi feel about each other. I can see it. The electricity flies between you two."
"Mom, uh, I just started college. I don't think I'm ready for that."
"Not now. Not tomorrow. But you'll find the right time and you'll have the symbol of your love for her."
I gulped. I had two options. I could tell Mom about Andi's anatomy or I could shut my fucking mouth and let it go for now. Mom had always been romantically inclined anyway.
"Besides, she's cute. And I would like some grandkids."
Double gulp. Hand shaking a bit. "Um, Mom, really?"
"Some day," she sighed out wistfully, tapping my thigh gently. "Take it and save it for that special moment." She handed me a small ring box to store it in.
Giving me a side hug, I stood. "Thanks Mom." I wanted to run out of the room but I didn't. My stride certainly was measured--one foot in front of the other. Once in my room I plopped down onto my mattress and looked at the small box in my hand. "Whew."
What was I gonna do now?
Andi met me at the train station and we drove off to a nice restaurant in a nearby town. The food was good, the company even better. Even though we were only separated two weeks it seemed years to me. Even with the Skyping and all, seeing Andi in the flesh was . . . . . was what?
Like I was just seeing her for the first time. She glowed. Her eyes twinkled. That dimple I seemed to have forgotten on her cheek when she smiles. I . . . I was burning up. And I was beginning a major chub.
We had some coffee after eating just looking at each other.
We got back to her room and I began unpacking my small suitcase, putting my clean clothing in piles along the wall behind the couch. When I finished I looked around and found Andi was in the bathroom, the door closed. The corners of my mouth flicked up a bit.
Sighing I sat on the couch. The room looked the same. Yep, the same. Then I heard Andi call out through the door.
I got over there and knocked. She opened the door. I blinked. She was nude and boy did she look good. I licked my lips.
"Here, could you put some oil on my back?" she asked, handing me the plastic bottle.
"Uh, sure."
"You might want to take your clothes off. You might get oil on them. And oil is a bit to clean without leaving a stain."
I stripped, tossing my clothing out of the bathroom. This was different. Something was up according to my spidee sense. I carefully poured some oil into the palm of my hand.
I was finishing up my papers and preparing for tests before spring break. Again I felt a pang of being away from Andi and also Brandi. I brought up Andi coming home with me but she surprised me saying she was going to a Tgirl convention in Vegas. Then I thought maybe I could go with her but knew I didn't have that kind of money. And I wasn't going to ask Andi for money after what she did for my family at Christmas.
"Andi?" I asked finally.
"Yeah?"
"I'm gonna miss you."
She smiled broadly and hugged me. Her warmth was wonderful. "I'll miss you too. But it's for research mostly."
"Well, you just be careful, okay?"
Andi caressed the side of my face tenderly, kissed me on the lips softly and put her hand on my chest, lowering her eyes coyly. "Maybe you could take Brandi?"
Uh, HUH???
"I was just thinking we are all a couple now, ya know, exclusive with each other. And I know she would love to meet your family."
"I don't think that is a good idea. They know you. They know you and I are seeing each other. Why would I bring another girl home?"
Andi sighed. "I was just thinking you'd be lonely."
"I will be lonely but I . . . "
"Shhh, I get it. And I love you even more now." She kissed me again.
When I got home, with the help of a check from Mom, I went to my bedroom and plopped on my bed, just thinking of Andi. I was lovesick now.
Days dragged. I did my exercises as usual. Andi texted all the stuff she was seeing or experiencing. And we Skyped at night with my laptop and the neighbor's unlocked WiFi router.
Those moments were the best. I guess being around all those girls got her really worked up. Andi usually talked to me about things while she was stroking her honking horse cock. Even though I was keeping little Brian satisfied during the day, I chubbed majorly watching her and usually joined in. That seemed to excite Andi even more causing her to blow a torrent of testes tartar all over her neck, chest and stomach.
That event helped propel my squigglers up and out, sliming myself in the process. Andi always giggled after she finished shooting. I loved that sound.
She would be going back to her place in another few days but I still had another week before going back. I mean, how do I explain I actually WANT to go back to school early?
So we did the Skype thing each night even after she got back to campus.
A day before I was to finally get back to Andi and school, Mom called me into her bedroom.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I found something I wanted to show you."
Mom was sitting on her bed, a jewelry box in her lap. She patted the mattress and I sat next to her.
"This was your grandmother's engagement ring." I looked at a thin gold ring with a small stone.
"Cool." She handed it to me to examine it.
I looked, shrugged and began to hand it back.
"Keep it Brian."
"What?" I half giggled out.
"I know how you and Andi feel about each other. I can see it. The electricity flies between you two."
"Mom, uh, I just started college. I don't think I'm ready for that."
"Not now. Not tomorrow. But you'll find the right time and you'll have the symbol of your love for her."
I gulped. I had two options. I could tell Mom about Andi's anatomy or I could shut my fucking mouth and let it go for now. Mom had always been romantically inclined anyway.
"Besides, she's cute. And I would like some grandkids."
Double gulp. Hand shaking a bit. "Um, Mom, really?"
"Some day," she sighed out wistfully, tapping my thigh gently. "Take it and save it for that special moment." She handed me a small ring box to store it in.
Giving me a side hug, I stood. "Thanks Mom." I wanted to run out of the room but I didn't. My stride certainly was measured--one foot in front of the other. Once in my room I plopped down onto my mattress and looked at the small box in my hand. "Whew."
What was I gonna do now?
Andi met me at the train station and we drove off to a nice restaurant in a nearby town. The food was good, the company even better. Even though we were only separated two weeks it seemed years to me. Even with the Skyping and all, seeing Andi in the flesh was . . . . . was what?
Like I was just seeing her for the first time. She glowed. Her eyes twinkled. That dimple I seemed to have forgotten on her cheek when she smiles. I . . . I was burning up. And I was beginning a major chub.
We had some coffee after eating just looking at each other.
We got back to her room and I began unpacking my small suitcase, putting my clean clothing in piles along the wall behind the couch. When I finished I looked around and found Andi was in the bathroom, the door closed. The corners of my mouth flicked up a bit.
Sighing I sat on the couch. The room looked the same. Yep, the same. Then I heard Andi call out through the door.
I got over there and knocked. She opened the door. I blinked. She was nude and boy did she look good. I licked my lips.
"Here, could you put some oil on my back?" she asked, handing me the plastic bottle.
"Uh, sure."
"You might want to take your clothes off. You might get oil on them. And oil is a bit to clean without leaving a stain."
I stripped, tossing my clothing out of the bathroom. This was different. Something was up according to my spidee sense. I carefully poured some oil into the palm of my hand.
"Oh wait." She scampered out of the room. I was stuck trying to not spill the oil as I waited. Andi soon bounded back in carrying some big round candles which she began to place on the vanity top along the large mirror on the wall. Then she lit them with a wooden match. Now I knew there was something up. Oh, and so was I. Well almost. Little Brian sure was showing off though.
"Ok," she sighed out, looking at me through the mirror. "You can start." As I started to apply the oil to her shoulders her arm reached out and flicked off the ceiling light. The light from the candles lit up the small room in a soft, warm glow. It was rather nice. Little Brian seemed to like it as he tapped Andi's luscious ass cheeks in an excited tattoo.
Andi giggled softly. I poured more oil and worked it in across her back, down to the top of her ass. Then I began to knead and caress them causing Andi to purr and lean back against me. A hand went up behind my neck and pulled me down to her upturned face. We kissed. And kissed and kissed. Basically we were sucking face in this unusual position.
My cock, now engorged and throbbing rather painfully, was getting impatient. I groaned as it wedged between Andi's butt cheeks and tapped at her burning sex. She squealed sweetly into my wet mouth. Finally she stopped abusing my lips and tongue and gasped loudly.
She leaned onto the vanity, eyeing me again through the mirror. "Okay Brian, you can make love to me."
Don't have to be told twice. I began to push against her crinkled muscle and felt it give gently. My cock head slid in easily. She had lubed up, the little devil! Soon my pelvis was pushed up against Andi's ass cheeks.
We both groaned deeply. My hands landed softly about her hips.
"Watch me as you fuck me," Andi whispered out. I looked into her eyes in the mirror. They were on fire. There was a real serious expression that I hadn't seen before. Andi began to back toward me as I pushed forward into her boiling depths.
"God Ange, it feels so good," I hissed out, slapping our skin together in a sharp explosion of passion. Almost like an exclamation point to my statement.
Andi stood up then, her oily back against my chest. She again grabbed my neck and forced me down, attacking my mouth. I slowly pulled out and push in. She broke the kiss. "Yes, just like that. Make it last Bri. We got all night, okay?"
I groaned, nodded and worked my cock slowly into and out of my lover's ass. I put my arms about her body, palming her tits and tweaking her bullet nipples. I tried to play her body like a maestro. Yeah, like I really knew much. But I tried. And from what Andi's reactions were, I guess I wasn't such a novice after all. Yea for me!
So we made love standing up. I lasted astonishingly long, maybe a half hour or so. Didn't have a timer going or anything but it had to be close to that.
I let Andi know when I was getting close. She groaned out and shivered in my arms. We looked into each other in the mirror as I spasmed and shot a major choad deep into Andi's bowels. Her eyes rolled and . . .
Her cock was super hard. It was practically the whole time. I had only seen it once as we made love. It wasn't really on my radar. I was making love to my girl. That was my main drive. Make her feel good and me too of course.
As I unloaded she did too. She slimed the bottom of the mirror and even put out one of the candles, making it sizzle and hiss angrily at the inundation of spunk.
We giggled, her ass squeezing my softening dick hard. That only cause me to harden again. Andi felt it and wiggled against me.
"Ready to go again tiger?" she asked playfully.
I nodded at her reflection and began to pump again. She groaned and I felt on top of the world. We kissed, hugged, caressed and soon just plain fucked. I was slamming her against the edge of the vanity hard and she took it all.
"Got Andi, I love this," I hissed out as our skin slapping together was thundering about the walls of the bathroom.
She kept up her rhythm and soon I was actually ready to shoot again. I must have been hitting some good spots on her because she hugged my arms and whined out as I unloaded into her. I looked down and was shocked. Her dick was soft, hanging into the sink and was dribbling cum out in long strings. The more I pounded her innards, the more strings came out. Though I was now tired, my thighs and feet sore, I kept at it.
Andi groaned and fell forward on her elbows, her cock still streaming her sexy sauce into the sink. Finally she gave in.
"No more. Please Brian. God, you fucked me to death," she gasped out. I stopped fucking her ass and hauled her up into my arms. I hugged her tightly. A hand about her chest could feel her heart beating a mile a minute. Damn, she must have really cum hard. Anyway, we cleaned up a bit and she waddled toward the bed.
I couldn't tell for sure but I think I gained an inch in height as I strode proudly toward the bed.
"Ok," she sighed out, looking at me through the mirror. "You can start." As I started to apply the oil to her shoulders her arm reached out and flicked off the ceiling light. The light from the candles lit up the small room in a soft, warm glow. It was rather nice. Little Brian seemed to like it as he tapped Andi's luscious ass cheeks in an excited tattoo.
Andi giggled softly. I poured more oil and worked it in across her back, down to the top of her ass. Then I began to knead and caress them causing Andi to purr and lean back against me. A hand went up behind my neck and pulled me down to her upturned face. We kissed. And kissed and kissed. Basically we were sucking face in this unusual position.
My cock, now engorged and throbbing rather painfully, was getting impatient. I groaned as it wedged between Andi's butt cheeks and tapped at her burning sex. She squealed sweetly into my wet mouth. Finally she stopped abusing my lips and tongue and gasped loudly.
She leaned onto the vanity, eyeing me again through the mirror. "Okay Brian, you can make love to me."
Don't have to be told twice. I began to push against her crinkled muscle and felt it give gently. My cock head slid in easily. She had lubed up, the little devil! Soon my pelvis was pushed up against Andi's ass cheeks.
We both groaned deeply. My hands landed softly about her hips.
"Watch me as you fuck me," Andi whispered out. I looked into her eyes in the mirror. They were on fire. There was a real serious expression that I hadn't seen before. Andi began to back toward me as I pushed forward into her boiling depths.
"God Ange, it feels so good," I hissed out, slapping our skin together in a sharp explosion of passion. Almost like an exclamation point to my statement.
Andi stood up then, her oily back against my chest. She again grabbed my neck and forced me down, attacking my mouth. I slowly pulled out and push in. She broke the kiss. "Yes, just like that. Make it last Bri. We got all night, okay?"
I groaned, nodded and worked my cock slowly into and out of my lover's ass. I put my arms about her body, palming her tits and tweaking her bullet nipples. I tried to play her body like a maestro. Yeah, like I really knew much. But I tried. And from what Andi's reactions were, I guess I wasn't such a novice after all. Yea for me!
So we made love standing up. I lasted astonishingly long, maybe a half hour or so. Didn't have a timer going or anything but it had to be close to that.
I let Andi know when I was getting close. She groaned out and shivered in my arms. We looked into each other in the mirror as I spasmed and shot a major choad deep into Andi's bowels. Her eyes rolled and . . .
Her cock was super hard. It was practically the whole time. I had only seen it once as we made love. It wasn't really on my radar. I was making love to my girl. That was my main drive. Make her feel good and me too of course.
As I unloaded she did too. She slimed the bottom of the mirror and even put out one of the candles, making it sizzle and hiss angrily at the inundation of spunk.
We giggled, her ass squeezing my softening dick hard. That only cause me to harden again. Andi felt it and wiggled against me.
"Ready to go again tiger?" she asked playfully.
I nodded at her reflection and began to pump again. She groaned and I felt on top of the world. We kissed, hugged, caressed and soon just plain fucked. I was slamming her against the edge of the vanity hard and she took it all.
"Got Andi, I love this," I hissed out as our skin slapping together was thundering about the walls of the bathroom.
She kept up her rhythm and soon I was actually ready to shoot again. I must have been hitting some good spots on her because she hugged my arms and whined out as I unloaded into her. I looked down and was shocked. Her dick was soft, hanging into the sink and was dribbling cum out in long strings. The more I pounded her innards, the more strings came out. Though I was now tired, my thighs and feet sore, I kept at it.
Andi groaned and fell forward on her elbows, her cock still streaming her sexy sauce into the sink. Finally she gave in.
"No more. Please Brian. God, you fucked me to death," she gasped out. I stopped fucking her ass and hauled her up into my arms. I hugged her tightly. A hand about her chest could feel her heart beating a mile a minute. Damn, she must have really cum hard. Anyway, we cleaned up a bit and she waddled toward the bed.
I couldn't tell for sure but I think I gained an inch in height as I strode proudly toward the bed.
Finished a VERY long project. SG is done for now. This part has now real sex, masturbation/teasing, story stuff but the story continues. If you like please leave feedback. It is so much appreciated. Misfit.
We got back to our schedules pretty quick; classes, homework and watching some sports or even a chick flick I reluctantly agreed to while we sat, naked and my dick up inside her warm sex tube. This seemed to be our usual and I sure wasn't complaining! No siree!
But in the back of my mind was what to do for summer vacation. I was a coward about bringing it up but I was getting a bit anxious about it. It even began to affect little Brian. And THAT was something Andi felt.
During one basketball game she squirmed on my lap. "You're going soft."
Um, sorry? I mean what was I supposed to say?
"What are you gonna do during the summer break?" she asked.
I sighed. "Probably work at the burger joint."
"Can you get a few weeks off?"
I shrugged. "Guess, why?"
"Cause I want you to come see me." Well, my little bugger perked up. And I know Andi felt it. She giggled softly.
But then my brain kicked in. "Um, I don't know if I can do that, uh, financially speaking."
"It's my gift to the best boyfriend in the world," she said, turning and kissing me.
"Ange, I . . . . ."
"I know, you're a proud guy who doesn't like taking money from a girlfriend, right?"
I stared into her eyes. THOSE eyes. There was a fire burning in them. A desire for . . . . me?
"It sure would be nice to have you meet my parents and see where I live. I want to share with you just like you shared with me."
"Well, sure, I guess but what about your parents with me there?"
"What about them? They probably won't even be around. Well, maybe my Mom. Don't worry, okay? We're gonna have a lot of time by ourselves."
THAT got my attention and little Brian really perked up. Andi sighed and leaned against my body. "I thought so."
"Thought what?"
"That you were worried about the summer break. To be honest, I was too. Oooh," she cooed as I hit maximum extension inside her sex pit.
We were back to normal. Well, as normal as we could be. After the game we fucked. Fucked hard, Andi bouncing on my pole with wild abandon. Thighs slapping together, well, you get the picture. God I launched a major load that began to leak out immediately even before I finished. Guess those cum pills I was taking were working.
Slept like a log that night.
Summer break came. I did well in my classes. Not a C in the bunch. Parents were proud. And I was too to be honest.
I contacted the burger place and got on a late shift--8pm to 2am when they closed. Window work mostly. I didn't have to deal with the kitchen thank the lord! Bringing the mail in one day, I noticed a flyer for the local community college. It was offering a free photography class as a community outreach program. And it was only four hours a week for two weeks.
What made that stand out for me I couldn't tell you. Something clicked and I signed up. That night before my shift I Skyped with Andi and told her about it. She seemed pleased. "Maybe you could take some pictures of me," she teased.
"Well, when I make enough money to get a camera, maybe I will?" I smiled back. "The class gives us all a camera to work with so it should be fun."
"So you have two weeks of classes and you're working. When can you come?" Andi asked.
"Let me do the class and then we'll see."
"Okay," she smiled and opened her robe. She had on a lacy teddy on, with tight panties that barely could contain her enormous genitals. Still she looked so sexy. I looked closer and noted she has some make up on. Nothing obnoxious or anything, just enough to highlight her beauty. A touch about her eyes--those EYES! And a bit of lipstick. I chubbed. In my burger uniform. Those polyester pants looked ridiculous with the tent I was making.
"You have time?" she asked coyly, biting a finger nail.
"I guess," I sighed, unzipping and hauling little Brian out. To tell the truth, when Andi pulled her panties off and lifted her legs over head, seeing her heavy and thick junk surrender to gravity and hit her smiling face, I lost it. I was shooting across my room. I hit the bedroom door twice! And it was at least five feet away.
"Way to go stud," Andi giggled out watching my pleasure.
Well, that was a load off my mind and well . . . . ."
After saying a mushy, love filled goodbye I shut the computer off, shoved it under my pillow and cleaned the mess up.
The class was cool. It wasn't going to count for anything but I did learn neat things, including how to work some computer photo programs to alter/enhance my photography. Emily Borden was the teacher. She was a few years out of college and was passionate about photography. And that passion began to be absorbed into me.
I took pictures of everything. Even at work. Shiny machines, reflections off the stainless steel counters, anything of interest. The camera we were assigned was a basic digital one but that was okay. We learned f stops, how to use the correct lens, composition, that sort of thing. Emily was an attractive woman. Thin of build but had a monstrous chest. I mean, even the old guys--you know, in their fifties and sixties, just stared. I did too but I also listened and got what she offered.
After work one night I plopped down on my bed, playing with the camera. I was down to my boxers and had a naughty thought. Let's see what little Brian looks like through the lens. So I whipped him out and he just laid there, a little four inch sausage. Though the lighting was poor, I shot a few snaps. Then I looked at them on the small screen. Stupid. Dark and no definition. No contrast. It was all dark.
I experimented with my bedside lamp, finally taking the shade off. The bare low watt bulb was still lousy so I quit and went to sleep.
At work the next night I used the camera to take some shots of people at the drive up, flaring the camera lens from the headlights of the cars. You know, trying to be artsy. Whatever. I had a break so I went to the employees bathroom and shot by cock taking a pee. It was funny to me. Then I thought of Andi, who I hadn't Skyped yet and I chubbed. Majorly. Though the lighting was flat I shot a few clicks of my boner. Then the artsy part began. The bathroom had white tile about the walls so I mashed by dick against one wall and snapped it. Then I tried several shots from the hip to get any reflection off the tile of my dick. I examined the pics and wasn't impressed. But I was trying.
One of the tenets of the class was NOT to erase any photos on the card. Emily explained even failed or poor photos was a learning experience. Now I know I took a few 'naughty' ones but I never thought anyone would see them, really. Yeah, I was that naive. And the cards were huge, storage wise, so for two weeks you really couldn't fill them up unless you took like a thousand pictures. Which no one did. Me? I think I took about 150 total.
Emily had told us all--all six people--that we would review SOME of the photos toward the end of the class. Evaluate what we had learned and maybe used to produce some good photographs. Like a dummy, I didn't think she would even LOOK at all the photos. Well, that was just plain dumb!
The Tuesday class (M-Th) she asked for all of the cards from the cameras and would give us each a new card. Emily explained she would view the cards and select pics from each and show the class, explaining why it was a good photo, etc.
A bead of sweat dripped down my arm from my pit. SHIT! I raised my hand. "Um, like ALL the pictures?" I wheezed out.
"Brian, right?"
I nodded, looking about at the two older gentlemen, the grandma and the two tween geeks--one boy and one girl with braces.
"Don't worry. I'll select the best pictures I think show talent."
God I wanted to say more but was so embarrassed. I mean, my dick on the card? For fucking real? And she's gonna see them!
I grabbed the camera and powered it up.
"AH AH AH," Emily shouted and ran right to me. "No deleting," she admonished me. I handed her the camera and dropped my eyes to her chest and then sighed. She took the card out.
We got back to our schedules pretty quick; classes, homework and watching some sports or even a chick flick I reluctantly agreed to while we sat, naked and my dick up inside her warm sex tube. This seemed to be our usual and I sure wasn't complaining! No siree!
But in the back of my mind was what to do for summer vacation. I was a coward about bringing it up but I was getting a bit anxious about it. It even began to affect little Brian. And THAT was something Andi felt.
During one basketball game she squirmed on my lap. "You're going soft."
Um, sorry? I mean what was I supposed to say?
"What are you gonna do during the summer break?" she asked.
I sighed. "Probably work at the burger joint."
"Can you get a few weeks off?"
I shrugged. "Guess, why?"
"Cause I want you to come see me." Well, my little bugger perked up. And I know Andi felt it. She giggled softly.
But then my brain kicked in. "Um, I don't know if I can do that, uh, financially speaking."
"It's my gift to the best boyfriend in the world," she said, turning and kissing me.
"Ange, I . . . . ."
"I know, you're a proud guy who doesn't like taking money from a girlfriend, right?"
I stared into her eyes. THOSE eyes. There was a fire burning in them. A desire for . . . . me?
"It sure would be nice to have you meet my parents and see where I live. I want to share with you just like you shared with me."
"Well, sure, I guess but what about your parents with me there?"
"What about them? They probably won't even be around. Well, maybe my Mom. Don't worry, okay? We're gonna have a lot of time by ourselves."
THAT got my attention and little Brian really perked up. Andi sighed and leaned against my body. "I thought so."
"Thought what?"
"That you were worried about the summer break. To be honest, I was too. Oooh," she cooed as I hit maximum extension inside her sex pit.
We were back to normal. Well, as normal as we could be. After the game we fucked. Fucked hard, Andi bouncing on my pole with wild abandon. Thighs slapping together, well, you get the picture. God I launched a major load that began to leak out immediately even before I finished. Guess those cum pills I was taking were working.
Slept like a log that night.
Summer break came. I did well in my classes. Not a C in the bunch. Parents were proud. And I was too to be honest.
I contacted the burger place and got on a late shift--8pm to 2am when they closed. Window work mostly. I didn't have to deal with the kitchen thank the lord! Bringing the mail in one day, I noticed a flyer for the local community college. It was offering a free photography class as a community outreach program. And it was only four hours a week for two weeks.
What made that stand out for me I couldn't tell you. Something clicked and I signed up. That night before my shift I Skyped with Andi and told her about it. She seemed pleased. "Maybe you could take some pictures of me," she teased.
"Well, when I make enough money to get a camera, maybe I will?" I smiled back. "The class gives us all a camera to work with so it should be fun."
"So you have two weeks of classes and you're working. When can you come?" Andi asked.
"Let me do the class and then we'll see."
"Okay," she smiled and opened her robe. She had on a lacy teddy on, with tight panties that barely could contain her enormous genitals. Still she looked so sexy. I looked closer and noted she has some make up on. Nothing obnoxious or anything, just enough to highlight her beauty. A touch about her eyes--those EYES! And a bit of lipstick. I chubbed. In my burger uniform. Those polyester pants looked ridiculous with the tent I was making.
"You have time?" she asked coyly, biting a finger nail.
"I guess," I sighed, unzipping and hauling little Brian out. To tell the truth, when Andi pulled her panties off and lifted her legs over head, seeing her heavy and thick junk surrender to gravity and hit her smiling face, I lost it. I was shooting across my room. I hit the bedroom door twice! And it was at least five feet away.
"Way to go stud," Andi giggled out watching my pleasure.
Well, that was a load off my mind and well . . . . ."
After saying a mushy, love filled goodbye I shut the computer off, shoved it under my pillow and cleaned the mess up.
The class was cool. It wasn't going to count for anything but I did learn neat things, including how to work some computer photo programs to alter/enhance my photography. Emily Borden was the teacher. She was a few years out of college and was passionate about photography. And that passion began to be absorbed into me.
I took pictures of everything. Even at work. Shiny machines, reflections off the stainless steel counters, anything of interest. The camera we were assigned was a basic digital one but that was okay. We learned f stops, how to use the correct lens, composition, that sort of thing. Emily was an attractive woman. Thin of build but had a monstrous chest. I mean, even the old guys--you know, in their fifties and sixties, just stared. I did too but I also listened and got what she offered.
After work one night I plopped down on my bed, playing with the camera. I was down to my boxers and had a naughty thought. Let's see what little Brian looks like through the lens. So I whipped him out and he just laid there, a little four inch sausage. Though the lighting was poor, I shot a few snaps. Then I looked at them on the small screen. Stupid. Dark and no definition. No contrast. It was all dark.
I experimented with my bedside lamp, finally taking the shade off. The bare low watt bulb was still lousy so I quit and went to sleep.
At work the next night I used the camera to take some shots of people at the drive up, flaring the camera lens from the headlights of the cars. You know, trying to be artsy. Whatever. I had a break so I went to the employees bathroom and shot by cock taking a pee. It was funny to me. Then I thought of Andi, who I hadn't Skyped yet and I chubbed. Majorly. Though the lighting was flat I shot a few clicks of my boner. Then the artsy part began. The bathroom had white tile about the walls so I mashed by dick against one wall and snapped it. Then I tried several shots from the hip to get any reflection off the tile of my dick. I examined the pics and wasn't impressed. But I was trying.
One of the tenets of the class was NOT to erase any photos on the card. Emily explained even failed or poor photos was a learning experience. Now I know I took a few 'naughty' ones but I never thought anyone would see them, really. Yeah, I was that naive. And the cards were huge, storage wise, so for two weeks you really couldn't fill them up unless you took like a thousand pictures. Which no one did. Me? I think I took about 150 total.
Emily had told us all--all six people--that we would review SOME of the photos toward the end of the class. Evaluate what we had learned and maybe used to produce some good photographs. Like a dummy, I didn't think she would even LOOK at all the photos. Well, that was just plain dumb!
The Tuesday class (M-Th) she asked for all of the cards from the cameras and would give us each a new card. Emily explained she would view the cards and select pics from each and show the class, explaining why it was a good photo, etc.
A bead of sweat dripped down my arm from my pit. SHIT! I raised my hand. "Um, like ALL the pictures?" I wheezed out.
"Brian, right?"
I nodded, looking about at the two older gentlemen, the grandma and the two tween geeks--one boy and one girl with braces.
"Don't worry. I'll select the best pictures I think show talent."
God I wanted to say more but was so embarrassed. I mean, my dick on the card? For fucking real? And she's gonna see them!
I grabbed the camera and powered it up.
"AH AH AH," Emily shouted and ran right to me. "No deleting," she admonished me. I handed her the camera and dropped my eyes to her chest and then sighed. She took the card out.
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