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When Sarah and I started fooling around, I fell head over heels in love with her. I got over that pretty quickly; Sarah was fickle, self-centered, cold, and manipulative. I stayed around though, because I liked the sex.
It started with "practice kissing", and moved rapidly from there to full-on lesbian licking and fucking. Sarah always got what Sarah wanted. I was fifteen, and almost totally clueless about sex. I had barely made the connection between the button above my pee-hole that I liked to rub at night and the things that I knew boys and girls did together. I learned a lot from Sarah that year. I learned about orgasms, and I learned that I loved having orgasms on her face. But even more than that, I loved giving her orgasms. I loved putting my face between her pale thighs and tonguing her juicy pussy for hours on end, licking and fingering her until she had had enough. I spent many happy hours going down on Sarah.
We were hanging out in Sarah's room. I had just finished giving Sarah an orgasm; her wetness was still sticky on my face. I loved looking at her naked: I thought she had a wonderful body, all curvy and sexy. Her boobs were well developed, big and bouncy, and she had a full patch of reddish brown hair covering her pussy. I had neither big breasts, nor a very hairy pussy. I had my period that week, so Sarah wouldn't be going down on me; but that was ok. Lately Sarah had been less than enthusiastic about reciprocating, and I didn't really feel like begging and wheedling her for it.
"Hey I want to show you something" Sarah had gotten up from her bed, and was now holding a pair of binoculars. "Check out the apartment on the first floor. The one without curtains in the window."
With the binoculars, I had an amazing view of the inside of the apartment. It was sparsely furnished, almost Spartan. There was a futon on a folding frame, and a television sitting on a vcr. There was an easel with a blank canvas and tubes of paint and brushes. A coffee machine sat on the floor next to the outlet it was plugged into. I was about to ask "So what?" when he walked in. He was stark naked, and his dick was hard. He'd been in the bathroom; that was the only other room in the place.
I recognized him. He'd moved into our complex that summer. I knew he worked at night in the ShopRight. Sometimes I saw him from the school bus, riding his bike home from work. I'd seen him stocking shelves before. He was cute, in a grown up sort of way. He was probably in his late twenties or early thirties. He always looked really serious, maybe worried. Now I was seeing him naked. I'd never seen a man undressed before; never seen an actual penis. I was enjoying watching him.
Sarah was getting dressed. "Come on!" I wondered what she was up to. I was reluctant to put the binoculars down, but Sarah was in a hurry. "Come on!" she said "You don't want to miss this!"
I quickly pulled on my jeans and a sweater and followed Sarah out the door. We went downstairs and out past the pool, over to the shrubs by his apartment. It was getting dark out already, but not dark enough for my liking. "What if someone sees us?" I whispered.
"Be quiet!" she hushed me "Nobody's going to see us."
Hardly daring to breath, I joined her at the window. We were so close to him, if the window was open we could have reached in and touched him. He was lying naked on the futon, stroking his penis. I was amazed at its size: you were supposed to put that up your puss? I'd only ever had Sarah put three fingers in, and then I had felt stretched out till I thought I would break. I couldn't take my eyes off it. He had put a movie on the vcr, and I knew he was watching a porno. I was totally excited. Then he rolled over, dick flopping all over, and fished a big black dildo out of a box by the futon. I was barely aware of Sarah snapping pictures with her little digital camera next to me as he poured lube all over the plastic dick until it glistened. He wasn't really going to, was he?
He answered my question soon enough. He spread his cute buns and pressed the toy against his wrinkled little butthole. I couldn't believe it fit in that tiny little hole, but he seemed to effortlessly shove the black dildo up his asshole. His cock stuck straight out, rigid and purple. His eyes were shut tight, his forehead knotted in concentration. I knew he was about to come. I could tell my pussy was wet under my panties. I was looking forward to going home and reliving this in the shower.
He came with a loud grunt, shooting sperm halfway across his bed. I was surprised how much came out. I wished I could shoot come like that. The dildo slipped out of his asshole, and he got up to clean up. Sarah and I hurried back up to her apartment, trying not to giggle too much.
"That was hot!" I said when we were back in her room.
"Yeah it was"" Sarah said, plugging the camera into her computer. "I got some great pictures. He'll do whatever we want him to."
Now I realized what Sarah was up to. She was going to blackmail this guy. I felt bad. He hadn't done anything wrong. There was nothing wrong with masturbating, even if you liked to put things in your butt, I knew that. We were the ones who had been bad, spying on him. But Sarah was persuasive, and she always got what she wanted.
Saturday afternoon, we knocked on his front door. I still wasn't sure this was a good idea, but my curiosity had won out over my good judgment. After a long time he answered the door. He was just wearing pajama bottoms, and looked like he had just woken up. A trail of brown hair led down from his navel into his waistband, hinting of pleasures below.
"I'm sorry." He said "I just woke up. I work nights."
Sarah piped right up "Hi! I'm Sarah and this is Andrea. We're your neighbors. I live across the complex from you. We wanted to introduce ourselves, and we wanted to give you this." And she handed him a brown envelope that I knew contained printouts of the pictures she had taken the other day.
And then we were gone, leaving him confused, holding the envelope in the doorway. We went back up to Sarah's, and I licked her pussy while she did her nails.
The next day, at 3:30, we knocked on his door again.
"Come in. It's not locked." We entered his apartment, Sarah looking (I thought) for all the world like a cat who has just eaten the family canary.
"Did you like those pictures?" Sarah smirked "Don't worry, nobody else has to see them."
He offered us coffee, which Sarah turned down. He poured himself a cup.
"So what is it that you want?" he gestured around the nearly empty apartment "I don't have anything that you want." He sighed "And blackmail isn't nice."
"Don't worry about that." Sarah said "We thought it would be nice if you put on a show for us." Now I was starting to see where she was going with this.
"How old are you?"
"Fifteen." I automatically replied.
"It doesn't matter how old we are" Sarah cut in "I want you to take off your pants and get down on the bed and masturbate while we watch." Well she certainly knew what she wanted.
He didn't argue with her. He untied the drawstring on his pajama pants and let them fall to his ankles. He lay down on the bed, and began to fondle himself as we watch, rapt.
His penis soft was almost as interesting to me as it was when hard. How could such a limp little thing expand so much? What did it feel like? He kept touching himself, but it didn't get hard. I didn't blame him, I would be nervous too.
"Maybe it would help if you put on some porn." Sarah was rifling through the tapes on the shelf by the vcr. "This one looks good."
After the tape had been on for a few minutes, he started to get hard. People were fucking on the television screen. I thought I might have liked to lay down on the futon and watch the tape with him. It was hard to take my eyes off his cock though.
"Harder!" commanded Sarah. I could tell he was close to coming. "Now get the dildo."
I couldn't believe how turned on I was as he slid the big black dildo up his asshole. I was sure I was wet all the way through my jeans. Then he came, splashing sperm all over his smooth, nearly hairless chest.
"Now eat it" I heard. Sara had dipped her index finger into the pool of semen lying on his breastbone. As if in a trance, he sucked the come off her finger. "Good boy."
"Would you girls like some cookies or coffee or anything?" he offered weakly.
"No thanks, we've got to go now."
When we got back to Sarah's' room, we sixty-nined, and I came and came on Sarah's talented tongue. I just couldn't get enough of her sweet pussy.
Tuesday after school, we went straight to his apartment. When he answered the door, it was almost as if he was expecting us. He was wearing nothing but a towel.
"Can we come in?"
"Of course." We stepped inside and closed the door after ourselves.
"What's under that towel?" Sarah asked. He let the towel drop to the floor. His penis was already half erect. Sarah reached out and took it in her hand, and I watched, amazed, as it grew to its full length in her grasp.
"Looks like you're happy to see us!" she giggled "It's hard but it's so soft too, like silk. I didn't think it would feel so nice." She let me have a feel. It was nice. "I'd like to taste it." I wanted to too.
"I dare you to." I said. That was all Sarah needed. She dropped to her knees and took the whole thing in her mouth. He groaned as she slurped and licked his cock. I thought she looked really sexy like that. He ran his hands through her thick auburn hair. After a minute she stood up. His erection bobbed wetly.
"I want you to fuck me." She said.
"I can't" he replied.
"Why" demanded Sarah "because of my age? I know what I'm doing."
"I know you do." She did. "I don't have any condoms."
"It's ok, I brought one." She produced a wrapped Trojan from her jacket pocket. So she really was going to fuck him. "Lie down on the bed."
He lay down on the futon, cock pointed up at the ceiling. Sarah kicked off her shoes and stood over him, straddling him on the bed. I pulled a chair over and sat down to watch.
She took off her jacket and t-shirt, then unsnapped her bra, setting her large breasts free. The aureole were puffy and swollen. I knew she was really turned on. She unsnapped her jeans. Licking her lips, she stepped out of them, tossing them aside. All that was left were her tiny blue panties. I could see the swell of her pussy through the thin material.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked.
"Not for long." She replied. "Why don't you put it on, Andrea?" she handed me the condom.
I knelt by the bed and stroked his penis a few times. I thought I was going to melt. Then I tore the package open and rolled the latex down over his stiff cock.
Sarah took the rubber-encased penis in her hand. "I want you to put it in me." She kneeled over and fed him her large breast while I helped her get out of her panties. Her pussy was wet, pouting open like a flower. I caressed it once, spreading her inner lips. She was kissing him now, mashing her lips against his. I took his penis in my hand again, and held it against her opening. Sarah sighed, and bore down against it.
It wouldn't go in. I rubbed it against her pussy until it glistened with her wetness, but they couldn't get it to go in. "Why don't you go down on her?" I asked.
Without hesitation, he slid down her body, burying his face in her pussy. I felt a pang of jealousy as Sarah moaned her appreciation. He held her ass and slurped and licked.
"Oh Andrea, it feels so good!" He was fucking her with his finger now, and sucking on her clit. "Oooh I'm, coming!" And she did come, in little gasps and shudders, all over his face.
"Fuck me now." She had found the little bottle of lube, and had smeared it all over his condom-sheathed penis. She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs wide, her sex lewdly on display. She squirted some of the lube onto her gaping puss.
He pressed his cock against her opening. Sarah's eyes were closed tight. I had a hand down the front of my jeans, inside my panties, busy with my clit. He thrust forward, and the head of his penis disappeared inside her. "Oh yes, do it, do it!" She groaned. He pushed forward a little more, and a little more of his cock disappeared inside her. He began thrusting rhythmically, very gently at first, then harder and faster. I didn't know if Sarah could take it. I couldn't tell if the noises she was making were pain or pleasure. I could see blood on the condom, blood on the sheets. He was fucking her hard now, like the guys in the porn video. Her breasts were shaking all over, her face was bright red. There was no mistake now. Her breath was coming in short pants "Oh shit Yes I'm fucking coming!" His ass looked hot as he pounded her. I felt myself peaking as he shouted and suddenly thrust deep inside her. Sarah's hands pulled his hair and her legs wrapped around his ass, pulling him deep inside her one last time as she came. I ground hard against the finger buried in my panties, and came like a flood.
We left him there, naked on the bed, covered in sweat and come and blood. We went back to Sarah's apartment and took a shower, and I went down on her tender pussy.
A couple weeks went by. Sarah seemed to have lost interest in him, and in me. She was dating a guy from our school now, a senior, and he seemed to take up all her time. I felt bad about how we had used the guy across the complex. I had never even found out his name.
One afternoon, I knocked on his door.
"Can I come in?"
"Of course."
He offered me some coffee, and I accepted.
"I don't think Sarah will be coming by here anymore."
"Why not?"
"She got what she wanted. Anyway she has a boyfriend now. I'm sorry about what we did. It wasn't right."
"Its ok." He said. "No harm done."
"I never even found out your name."
"It's Michael."
The coffee was ready, and he got up to get us cups. When he came back, I impulsively gave him a big hug. He hugged me back, tight.
"I was wondering" I said "Why don't you paint something?" I was referring to the blank canvas on the easel.
"I haven't found anything to paint."
"Would you paint me?"
And so I ended up sitting for him, three times a week, in an antique black dress that he had found somewhere. I sat patiently for an hour at a time, as the painting grew and unfolded on the canvas. I noticed that he had put up curtains. Sometimes after a painting session, we would talk until he had to leave for work.
"Do you think I'm attractive?" I asked him one day.
He looked up from his coffee. "Oh yes. Of course, very attractive. I thought you knew that."
I didn't. I was really insecure about my body at the time. I was tall and skinny and I felt like I was all limbs.
"Would you like to see me naked?" He seemed taken aback by that. "I mean, I've seen you naked. It only seems fair."
He didn't answer, so I stood up and pulled off the black dress. I unsnapped my bra and stepped out of my panties. I stood there, totally on display.
He stared at me with an intensity that almost scared me.
"Is it ugly?" I asked. "My pussy, I mean."
"Oh no. Oh my no" he said. "It's beautiful. You are very beautiful."
"Could I go down on you?" I hesitated. "I mean could I give you a blowjob?"
"Do you want to?"
I did. "We don't have to."
"I'd like that."
He took off his clothes, and we moved onto his futon. I touched him all over his body. I liked touching him. We kissed a little as I fondled his penis. I really wanted him in my mouth. He showed me how he liked to be sucked. I liked having his penis in my mouth. It felt like a living thing. It was at least as much fun as going down on Sarah. I wanted him to squirt in my mouth.
"Would you mind... would you mind fucking me?" He seemed embarrassed.
I knew what he wanted, and I didn't mind at all. He got the dildo out of the box, and showed me how to lube it up and to make him all slippery. I was amazed at how easily it went in; it was even bigger than his penis.
I loved fucking him. It made me feel incredibly powerful. I loved hearing his groans of pleasure as I reamed his asshole and slurped his cock. I was pounding his ass as hard as I could with one hand, pulling the dildo almost all the way out then shoving it back in as he fucked my mouth. My other hand was busy between my legs. He was stroking my hair very softly when I felt his ass clench hard and he came with a long low moan. I was again surprised by how much came out of his penis. It tasted a little salty, not bad. I swallowed it all. The dildo slipped out of his butt. His wilting cock slipped out of my mouth. He played with my nipples as I rubbed my clit until I came.
I got dressed again, and excused myself. I didn't see him again until the next week.
He was almost finished with my portrait. I wondered what he was going to paint next. We had a cup of coffee when I was done sitting.
"Why do you like that? I mean the dildo in your butt?" The question burst out; it had been burning in the back of my head since the first time we spied on him.
"I don't know." He said. "It just feels good."
"Do girls like that too?"
"Well, some of them do, I guess."
"I think I might be one of those girls." I held my breath.
"Are you saying you want to try?"
I felt myself blushing deep crimson. "Yes. I mean, with you, not with your toy." I couldn't believe what I was saying, but right now I wanted it more than anything. He came over to me, and kissed me ferociously. He tasted delicious. Together we moved onto the futon. I started to unbutton the dress, but he stopped me.
"Leave it on. I want you like this." I hiked the skirt around the waist and he effortlessly pulled my panties free.
I was on my hands and knees, with my bare ass thrust up in the air, and my small breasts falling out of the front of the black dress. I felt more naked than I had ever felt before. I felt his hands on my thighs, spreading me, his breath on the crack of my ass, then his tongue, snaking its way down my spine, finding the place between my ass cheeks. My pussy gushed. "You don't think it's gross, do you?"
By way of answer, he pressed his tongue against my asshole. It felt heavenly. I squirmed, pressing back against his face as he tongued my anus. My fingers found my clit, and I blissfully rubbed as his tongue bore deep into my ass. I felt his finger enter my pussy, and it pushed me over the edge. I came, swearing like a sailor.
When it was over, when I stopped shaking, I wanted him. I wanted him to take me. I wanted to give him whatever he wanted. I handed him the little bottle of lube. "Do whatever you want to me."
I felt him squirt lube onto my asshole. It was surprisingly cold. What if it didn't fit. Oh please let it fit!
He placed his cockhead against my anus. It felt hot and urgent. I buried my face in the pillow, reaching back to help guide him.
He pressed forward a little bit. I felt my ass opening up to accept him. I willed myself to relax. "Do it." I whispered.
He pressed against me. I pushed back against him, swallowing his cock with my asshole. I felt like I was stretched to the limit. The whole universe was his cock and my anus. My clit was singing. I could feel his balls against the back of my thighs. He held my hand. "Don't move." I breathed.
I don't know how long we were like that, his cock buried to the hilt in my anus. I began to move a little bit, feeling him inside me. "Fuck me." I said.
He started thrusting, so gently at first that I thought I was imagining it. "Harder" I whispered. He gained confidence, fucking my ass harder and deeper. My fingers strummed my clit. It felt like it was as big as a penis. "Put a finger inside me" I managed.
He reached under me, and slid a long finger up my pussy. It was too much for both of us; it pushed us over the edge. He fucked my ass hard and mercilessly as I came all over him, twisting and yelling and fucking him back as hard as I could. I felt him shoot hot sperm deep inside me. At last it was over. I was trembling all over. I gasped a little as his shrunken cock slipped out of my ass.
"Wow." He said. I could only agree.
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