Author: Ronan Jackson Jefferson
Published: 03-Jan-15 Revised/Updated 01-Feb-15
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This is the 28th chapter of the sexy story Thirty One Days, a challenge that involves sex, thirty-one women, and will take 31 days...
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We were sitting in the newest bar in town, the Jack Stone Brewery. Five years new. The Amigos hardly came in here. The bar was for the eighteen to twenty-four crowd. Rico and I were seniors in this establishment. The newest thumping dance hits and urban metallic dÃ©cor. I could feel the bass beat roll up through the floor into my legs and groin. No wonder the chicks loved to dance to this stuff. Dancing meant exertion and sweating, and damp pussy. Damp pussy meant cock hungry pussy. Simple. Let me dance and wiggle my ass, and spread my thighs and shake my tits in your face. You need to buy me drinks to keep the show going. Overpriced, watery drinks, pink and green and purple, the usual dance bar fare.
I ran through my scorecard from hole one to hole twelve. I recalled every moan, and scent, and body part of every single girl. It was mostly good. Getting better as I went. I was feeling pretty damn smug. Proud of what I accomplished.
Cindy. Charlene. Karrie. Lindsay. Gorgeous girls. Gorgeous bodies. The legs. The asses. The tits. The skin. The hair. The faces. The emotions. The desires. The wet, wet juicy orgasms.
For sure, beautiful people were everywhere.
So many of them.
A slight worry ran through me.
Would I have enough time in my life to do them all? Would I?
This mission was pointing me in the right direction. Every hot chick in the Midwest was now game.
Tonight was another Rico production. Good old Rico and his double taps. First, the Meagan and Teagan hookup at his house party, and second, here we are, sitting across the table from sisters. Very pretty sisters. Lauren and Camden. I would remember these names. Would I? Teagan. Meagan. Lauren. Camden. Who's on first?
The girls were cute. Sexy. Young. Twenty and twenty-two. Big pot smokers. From their early teens. Dopers. Already tagged in life with a shit reputation. Into older guys, because here we are. These girls were at Rico's last house party, and were thrilled to be getting the private invite for tonight.
I did not tell Rico about my disturbing threesome with Donny. The finger scraping cum incident. Nor would I. No need to go there. Hopefully, there would be no repeat of that action. Ever.
This pre-planned double was going down at Rico's place, in separate bedrooms. We already agreed. At least, Rico and I agreed . The girls chatted away in a mundane monotone, drinking fancy drinks. The drinks were mere accessories to their pot. The music thankfully obliterated their babbling. I smiled and feigned interest, my mind drifting back to the hallowed halls of reading, our local library.
Those memories were fresh in my mind. What an hour at the library could do for you. The disheveled mess of a woman, glasses on, eating my dripping cock. The cock I pulled out of her smoking tight ass. What a dirty, dirty cock pig she was. Beautiful. I could do her again.
Cindy tried to clean up in the library bathroom. Asked me to Windex and paper towel the chair we used. I said sure, no problem, anything for you, Mrs. W. Of course I didn't clean the chair. The chair was a soupy mess of body fluids. A smelly, sexy, soupy mess. The mess could stew all night long. It would be waiting for the day shift.
When Cindy emerged from the bathroom, the transformation was pretty decent. Face washed, makeup reapplied perfectly. Hair brushed out, perfectly. A dash of nice perfume. Skirt pulled down and flattened. Sweater neatened over her tucked in top. Other than the unsteady gait in her acrylic heels, the stiff walk of a stiff ass fuck, and the overwhelming smell of pussy and cum mixing in a hot oven, she appeared as if she was simply working overtime.
Good luck, honey.
I drove her to the end of her driveway, both of the family cars sat parked. She exited my car with a proper˜good night'. Christ. My car stank of pussy. I bent over and sniffed the seat. Her pussy all right, and my jack. I watched Cindy's long, painful staggering walk up the driveway.
Ouch. Sore ass or what?
Rico elbowed me out of my reverie. Time to go. My cock was already growling in my pants. I expected the˜Librarian Tapes' would be running in my head for the next while.
At Rico's house, the sisters immediately pulled out joints and lighters and began to suck up a storm. I wasn't a huge fan of the stuff, but what the hell, go with the flow. The sisters were getting pretty hammered, all giggly and floating on their buzz cloud.
It was time.
Lauren for me. Camden for Rico.
The sisters were friends of the bodywork duo, the attitude girls Meagan and Teagan. They heard the stories of my prowess. They heard inklings of the big sex challenge. Apparently the rumors were starting up. They certainly knew what I did to the duet at the house party. Everybody knew. When I left the room, the door was wide open. I was swaggering, the new Tom Cruise, the new Rock of Ages. Folks in the hallway could see the crumpled mess of the bodywork girls. Everybody at the party knew who fucked who. The legend continued to grow.
I don't think these girls fully grasped what was planned for them. They seemed a little slow, perhaps from years of smoking pot. This was going to be much more than love and understanding and peace out.
The four of us mounted the stairs to the second floor. Rico and his girl shuffled off to the master bedroom, Lauren and I to bedroom number three. Eleven on the clock. Too easy.
Lauren was of medium height, with medium length blonde hair, a beautifully proportioned body, and an extremely pretty face. She was a nine on the scale. She began the touching, pawing and kissing thing. I understood immediately, this was not going to be a Charlene, or a Cindy. This was just going to be a pretty number.
These girls were blitzed. Drunk and stoned. Last night, there wasn't any liquor with the librarian. There was mind-blowing, raw animal sex. With my cock buried in her ass. Then her mouth. With her glasses on. Exactly as I hoped. Was there anything better than fucking an intelligent, older woman in the mouth?
All the education, all those years in college, and you end up with a cock in your mouth?
The stoner chicks and the dumb hooker chicks had an excuse for ending up with cocks in their mouths. They were stoned. Or dumb. But you Mrs. Librarian, you were educated. You knew better. No you didn't.
All of us.
I was feeling pretty peppy after last night's great sleep. In bed by eleven, no booze in the system, showered, shaved and satisfied.
Let's do this, girls. Let's get down to business.
The fumbling pot girl folded in my arms. She was putty to be molded. Her clothes were off in no time. Then mine. She lay back on the bed, eyes already closed, her legs spread apart. She had been fucked before.
Not by me.
I stepped back on the carpet and quietly pushed the door open. I was into the˜open door' atmosphere of fucking. Jenna, on my couch with the curtains parted. Lindsay in the car, with the security guard watching. The aftermath of Meagan and Teagan. The house partiers investigating. Nurse Karrie with Donny. Okay, pass on that one.
I moved back over Lauren, climbed on the bed. Two more minutes of face to face foreplay and she was wet. I could smell her.
Footsteps in the hallway. Girl footsteps. My sense of hearing was sharpening. I changed my approach. Instead of mounting with my cock, I dropped down with my tongue. Hit the wet spot and listened for the moans to start. What I wanted to hear were the footsteps stopping at my door. Which they did. My cock jumped to the next level of functionality.
Someone was behind me, watching.
Trying not to watch, but watching.
Captured by the sights.
I licked slowly, with embellished movements, cleaning and smoothing and pressing into Lauren's pussy. The pot girl moaned as expected, little shocks of electricity running through her legs.
She actually tasted good. Another sensation of mine, sharpening nicely. Charlene tasted awesome. Cindy tasted awesome. Cindy's ass tasted, wellnot awesome, but not as bad as I expected.
My crotch was rubbing the bed as I pushed my tongue into the girl. The watching sensation was strong. It must be sister Camden, and she was getting an eyeful. I didn't know what was happening between her and Rico, or what was not happening. I didn't care. I loved the audience. I will give her a show.
I lifted her sister's ass up in the air, holding her, an offering. I slurped and sucked as loud as I could. The moaning increased from the girl beneath me. Other sounds came to me. The sounds of someone moaning as they watched. Or was it only in my mind? Probably. I wasn't the best pussy eater in the world, was I? Chuckle, chuckle. Damn right I was!
I began to probe deeper, my expert tongue leading the way. The watcher was still there, unmoving as I mouth-fucked her sister. I pulled away from the pot girl, standing, turning slightly to the side. My cock stood straight out, a massive silhouette of a weapon. I looked at the doorway.
Fuck a dog!
It wasn't Camden, the snoopy sister.
It was Rico!
My Amigo. Fully clothed.
Watching me eat another chick. Watching me naked, bare assed, with a hard-on, eating another chick.
Rico was staring at my hard-on. Mesmerized. Rico broke his spell, gave me the thumbs up, and left.
Jesus Christ. Not what I expected.
My cock twitched as I tried to digest this. I climbed on the soaked pot smoker. Pushed my cock against her young hole. Eased into her. Perturbed about my buddy.
My cock twitched again.
" Kiss me," Lauren moaned.
I wasn't thinking about her. I was thinking of my cockhead rubbing against Donny's. Donny fingering my cum. Rico mesmerized, staring at me. When my cock blew into Lauren. Blew hard. Harder than I expected. The poor girl filled up quickly, moaned and babbled and thrashed. Whatever. Do your bad thing, girl. Click. Number thirteen checked off.
It was only eleven twenty.
I grunted the last of my load into her tight pussy. Pulled out. The pot girl seemed to go immediately to sleep. I tossed a blanket over her. Good luck rousing her for your turn, Rico old buddy.
I walked down the hallway, buck naked. To see what the kids were up to. You spy on me, I spy on you. I pushed the master bedroom door open. No Rico. Only Camden, sprawled on the bed, naked and sweet, identical to her sister back in my room. I walked in and checked the ensuite bathroom. Empty.
Where the fuck was Rico?
I moved back to the bed. Camden was the younger of the sisters. My pussy sensor was tingling. I could smell her, blooming on the bed. This would be way cool. For me, anyway. Not sure how Rico would handle it when he returned. He would probably watch me, again.
Eat a sister, part two.
I slid to my knees, grabbed Camden's smooth legs and pulled her down the bed. Towards me. Towards my tongue. Which was already out and leading.
She was dry. Not totally dry. There was no man cum in her. This was good. I did not need my tongue bumping up against Rico's spunk.
Where the fuck was he anyway?
Oh well, there was work to be done. The heavy wetness appeared immediately. The fact I extended my tongue completely into her pussy might have something to do with it. I twirled my tongue around inside her. The telltale moaning began. Nothing extreme. Certainly nothing like Charlene or Cindy. I might have to do a forty year old before this was over. I might be able to make a forty year old scream.
Pot smoking Camden was very similar to her pot smoking sister. Easy peasy to get into bed, but a stone dead fuck. Whatever. This was simply another number for me. Another pathetically easy number. These young girls were bigger sluts than us guys were horn dogs.
This girl tasted sweet, I didn't mind giving her the lick over. My goal here was to turn the stoned one into a live one. I worked her pussy good, sucking, licking and eating. Eating her like a six pack. Lots of moaning, not much else. I don't know if she was moaning from the eating, or moaning because she was stoned. I pulled my face out. Peeked at my watch. Wow. Fifteen minutes of steady eating. I licked my lips. She was nice and wet. Tight. Near virgin tight. She was a kid, I would give her a break. I would go easy on her. I felt those eyes on me once again. Damn.
Kind of weird, Rico.
I turned to confront my Amigo.
It was Lauren. The stoned sister.
Not passed out under a blanket.
Definitely stoned though.
Staring at my cock, which was rock hard again. So quick. So young. Such a stud.
I motioned the sister over. She obeyed. A zombie. She was beside the big bed. Watching me. I mounted the bed, parted her sister's legs, and pressed my bell against the wetness. Pressed harder. Pushed in. Camden felt it, stoned or not. She yipped, her loudest sound yet. The older sister stared. She was staring at my cock, doing the biology in her head. Yes, the monster cock was in her, and now it was going into her baby sister.
Would it fit?
Yeah. I'll make it fit.
I pushed in further. The girl on the bottom squirmed. I pushed further. Halfway there.
Eyes on my back.
Must be Rico.
Still fully clothed.
Rico wasn't watching this time. He was moving. To the bed.
Wondering why I was doing it with his girl?
Because I could. Because I was me.
Rico got it. Lived with it.
After all, he was out of the competition.
Bros before hoes and all.
Rico guided the watching older sister onto the bed. Beside me. Close. He was naked in seconds. He mounted her. Pushed the girl's legs apart. I didn't look because I did not want to see it. I saw Donny's. Donny's was plenty enough for me.
I did look.
Rico's cock was beginning to slide into Lauren. The sister gurgled some weird sound and I knew she was feeling it. There it was. Another monument to the Amigos. Two chicks. Sisters. Both on their backs. Both stoned. Both mounted. Both trophies on the same bed.
Our asses moved in sync as we slowly pumped the girls. I was watching Rico, watching him slide in and out, in and out. Stiff cock sliding in, tight hole receiving. Eating up the cock. Mesmerizing. I was matching his movements. Dual pumping. Dual moaning. Not much else from the stoned pot smokers. Another idea popped into my head.
" Hey, do you think we can cum at the same time?"
Rico looked at me.
" Fuck yes," he enthused. Let's do it!"
We kind of watched each other as we spread the girls' legs further and continued our rhythmic pumping. The pace increased as we worked their young pussies. The dueling moaning grew a little louder, a little more responsive.
Come on girls, you are being drilled by two of the biggest studs in town. A little excitement might be in order.
I wondered if I looked as good as Rico. Body straining, muscles rippling, tight abdomen and strong legs. A thin veneer of perspiration, coating everything. For sure I looked as good. I easily matched up, even exceeded the Latino lover. The little thing called cock size. The big evener up of the male world. I didn't see all of Rico's, but mine was thicker and for sure, and longer.
I was the winner. Again.
And beneath us?
Two more winners. Two beautiful girls, being drilled by two big boys.
What was this experience, the helplessness of the bottom females?
Why did they enjoy being pounded, manipulated, twisted up and controlled by the strapping, hungry males?
Because they were designated by God to be subservient to man?
Obviously they enjoyed their lot in life. Because they all orgasmed during their submissions.
Fuck the gentle shit.
We began to hit the zombies harder. The smacking sound of us hammering their cunts was quite impressive. We were almost in unison, the smack-smack, smack-smack was something to hear. This was the six chicks at the house party, all over again. Another amazing notch in my cap. The girls bounced on the bed as the two big men did their bodywork. I heard Rico tense up, growl something and blow. He was way ahead of me.
I already shot a load tonight, and would last much longer on this one. I was getting close though. I glanced at my watch. Five minutes before twelve.
Whoa there, big fella. Too early.
Rico pulled out, dropping Lauren's legs to the ground.
I refused to look at the naked Latino. I had a better idea.
" Grab your phone."
Rico looked at me. Got the new plan. Scrambled off the bed, rummaged in his pants and came up with his phone. Set up the camera function. I pulled out of Camden, mounted the twice fucked Lauren, lifted her ass to the sky and buried my cock in her. Rico flashed away, capturing the moment in fuck history. I pulled out, re-mounted Camden, same thing, lifted her ass to the sky, and drove her home. Checked my watch. Midnight and one minute. Pulled out of Camden. My cock was beginning the twitch. Soaked in pussy and Rico's load. Damn. Rico's load on my cock. I didn't think this one all the way through, did I?
Idiot stick. This was the second time in two days I shared splash with another dude.
Rico was flashing. He moved the cell camera close to my cock.
What the fuck?
I pushed him away, climbed back on the older sister. Pumped her ten, fifteen, twenty times. Pissed off at Rico. Doing the queer, cock picture thing. Pissed off at me. Bathing my cock in Rico's cum. The girls would pay. I drilled Lauren harder, twenty-five thrusts now. She moaned and groaned.
I pulled out of her, climbed back on her baby sister, and began the pile driver. I was rocking this chick, angry and embarrassed, but my cock was as stiff as stone. I kept ramming her, harder and faster. Finally, I felt the twitch begin, it would be over soon. I folded little sister up good, and hammered her from straight above. Her eyes didn't open and her mouth barely moved. What a couple of retards. I finally hit eruption, and emptied my load into her no longer tight pussy. I pumped the last drops into her, finally dropping her ass back on the bed.
I pulled out.
Rico was standing there, a little stunned.
He raised his hand to me. I high-fived him. We were done. We had the pictures to prove it.
Young Masters of the Universe.
The counter ticked to fourteen. Holy hell. This was so easy, it was almost embarrassing.
The two stoners weren't going anywhere tonight. They would wake up tomorrow, sore and raw. Smelling their own sweet pussies, and our manly cum. They would be at Rico's place. Not mine. Not my problem getting them out. Maybe the Latino lover would pick up sloppy seconds in the morning. I used Rico's shower and was out the door by twelve thirty. A work day ahead of me, and then, guess who was coming for dinner?
Back home at my kitchen table I sat down with pencil in hand. Scorecard on the table. These were very pretty sisters. Stoned, pretty, pleasure units. Certainly, the Rico thing was as creepy as the Donny thing. Creepy but somehow interesting and different.
I began to write. Hole number thirteen, Lauren, nine, nine point five. Hole number fourteen, Camden, nine, nine point five. I held back full marks because neither of them was really there.
The pictures were.
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