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Literotica.com issued a challenge to its volunteer writer’s to create stories for as many categories as possible. The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a small group of people. For your entertainment, and mine, I’ll be submitting chapters into at least 17 different story categories. I don’t believe anything like this has been tried here before.
New chapter(s) will be submitted almost daily. By clicking on a blue Wm_Sexspear, you’ll be taken to my Profile; at the bottom of the page you’ll find a list of all the currently available chapters. THIS SHOULD MAKE IT EASY TO READ THEM ALL, IN SEQUENCE, WHICH IS HEARTILY SUGGESTED so the reader can follow the story line, character development, and catch the inside jokes.
I can promise those readers who are familiar with my work that you’ll find a ton of erotic reading that should appeal a wide variety of tastes, even though I intentionally attempted to have at least one turn on for almost anyone. This saga features mostly caring, even romantic sex, but it’ll occasionally flirts mildly with a “fetish” so a given chapter will genuinely qualify for that category.
Many of these chapters could go into many different categories. For example, in Chapter 1 there’s a small amount of male-male sex because a number of ladies have said it turns them on to picture two guys, just like the idea of girl-girl sex is arousing to many males. Yet Chapter 1’s purpose is to supply important background regarding the heterosexual development of 2 young men, so I’d hope a totally hetero or gay reader could to relate to and enjoy this chapter.
Chapters 2~4 features voyeurism by 2 inexperienced young males and exhibitionism by a female, but also includes experimental lesbianism between lonely sisters. So, don’t judge my book by its multitude of covers. If you enjoy sex, there should be something [actually a lot of somethings] in it for everyone. 😉
Final example, Chapter 50 will be under Mind Control. Unlike many entries in this category, it fits in there because circumstances allow a female to have her every sexual whim acted out by 4 other people.
Fan mail, well-intentioned questions, and constructive criticism are welcome; I do my best to respond when an e-mail address is supplied. Hate mail is deleted without being read – life is too short.
Thank you. W_S
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Chapter 26: Who’s Who Isn’t Necessarily A Book
Leading Jim and me into the Living Room by our boners, Beth said, “I thought up a game that I do believe everyone will enjoy. I wonder just how well we’ve gotten know each other. Let’s find out. Have a seat, I’ll be right back.”
Beth ran upstairs. Damn, I loved watching her breasts bounce. I didn’t miss a jiggle as she went upstairs, nor a minute later when she came back down. Lynn looked like the cat that ate the canary, I gathered Beth must have clued her in.
Taking inventory of what Beth brought from upstairs I spotted the blindfolds we’d worn back when we were still doing penance, plus a note pad, a pen, and a little bell.
Placing her props on the pine coffee table, Beth announced, “The game will be to correctly identify whom you were with. For example, for the first round we’ll blindfold you guys and have you face the sofa.”
Continuing, Lynn added, “Beth and I will both have our legs in the air. The first time you hear the bell you lean forward and eat the girl in front of you. The second time you hear it, stop. Beth and I will switch. The bell will ring; you’ll repeat your performance. After the final bell, we’ll have you whisper to us who you think you ate first or second. Later you get to blindfold us. Everyone OK with this? Any questions?
“Just one, when do we eat?” leered Jim.
Still giggling, we were blindfolded and positioned on our knees. Lynn suggested no groaning be allowed for anyone not blindfolded to avoid giving anything away. Beth added no touching anything not specifically identified as the objective. We all agreed.
Waiting to dive into a mystery muff was exciting the daylights out of me. Sounds of quiet footsteps and springs squeaking clued me that the girls were probably in position. After a seemingly two-month wait, the small bell rang. I gradually leaned forward weaving my head from side to side to locate a leg. A left thigh finally stopped my search. As I nibbled my way down the soft female flesh, the slope assured me I was in the right place and getting close to the best place of all.
Kissing my way down, my cheek came into contact with girl
‘s pussy; the wispy hair and warmth left no doubt about my general location. I inhaled deeply as I began kissing all around her slit. For sure, I smelled a female. It reminded me of Lynn, but was it edirne seks hikayeleri her? While dining, I tried recalling how she looked, her aroma, how she’d tasted. I retrieved images of her pussy when she wasn’t aroused, images of her when see was very excited; I’d forgotten momentarily how different she was at the beginning of sex versus near her climax.
My lips kissed and nibbled from top to the bottom of her vulva. My tongue wormed through her sparse bush and into the top of her slit. This girl tasted wonderful to be sure. As I made my tongue slither from top to the bottom of this tasty treat, I tried to picture Beth’s pussy and compare it to Lynn’s. I’d made love to Beth, I’d come inside her, but I didn’t recall eating her.
Well, I thought, I’d have eaten both girls soon enough, guess I’d just have to concentrate on how they each tasted, maybe I’d be able to taste Lynn. The only thing I was sure of was that Lynn’s bush was a little more blonde, but that wouldn’t help me now. Did Beth’s clit become a bit bigger, or stick up more when she was excited? I really wasn’t sure about anything, except for the fact my tongue and nose were buried somewhere wonderful.
I felt like kissing the butt cheeks that formed the tray each pussy was presented on. I nibbled and licked up and down the crease. The hips beneath me responded, rolling beneath my mouth as I sampled girl
After I’d licked my way to the clit and back to the bottom a few more times, I finally worked my tongue into girl
‘s vagina. Slowly I ran the tip completely around the opening’s rim for a minute. Her hips began pushing upwards, as if trying to impale herself.
Knowing how horny I was feeling, I took pity; stiffening my tongue, I drove it into her. The hip rotation speed doubled. I probed and tasted for a long time, but girl
seemed to be near the edge. Making my tongue as long and stiff as I could, I put it halfway into her and held still. Girl
pushed her pussy into my face, onto my tongue, and swirled her hips.
I felt her opening contract, squeezing my tongue; my face got very wet. Girl
came. I heard deep breathing, but no telltale groans. When she finally relaxed, I lazily wagged my tongue here and there until the bell rang. I could swear the bell sounded as if it was rung with less energy than earlier. Kissing my friend’s ‘lips’ goodbye, I leaned back awaiting round 2.
More rustling, more squeaks, another bell. Leaning straight down, I dove for the next muff. My cheeks signaled they’d encountered tickling hairs, my lips sent word they’d encountered soft, wet skin, my nose shouted that it was close to an aroused female reproductive organ. It was a photo finish; my brain decided [Who cares who wins, just eat away, and enjoy this gift!] Thus I began to chow down on girl
Proceeding much the same as I had with girl
, I kissed and nibbled all over the vicinity. My tongue worked into every nook and cranny of her vulva several times, still clueless, yet not caring which sister I was feasting on. Maybe girl
tasted a little different, but she was only different, not better. Maybe her aroma had a subtle variation, but maybe it was just that I’d started with a fresh pussy before, now had a fully aroused pussy. If she’d just come, would it change her taste or scent?
Enough thinking I decided, let’s eat. And eat I did. Knowing I’d made girl
come, I was determined girl
deserved the same. Maybe I didn’t know who I was munching on, but they knew whose head was between their legs. Being very aroused, I needed to come soon. It had to be better for me if both girls were feeling grateful to me.
When I felt girl
‘s hips begin to rock and roll, I changed my end game somewhat. I rimmed and explored her depths at length. To help her get off, I moved up to her clit, sucked it into my mouth, then gave it a ferocious tongue-lashing.
Her hips were moving rapidly, in wide circles, when I finally tried flattening my tongue on top of girl
‘s clit. I pressed down hard so she’d feel good pressure, then did my best to hold position so she could grind her clit into it. Seemed to me she liked it, her hips gathered momentum over the next couple minutes, then she started coming for sure, fairly hard I surmised. Her hips dropped out of their rhythm, they began bucking and jerking almost randomly. My tongue was very tired by the time the clit fell away from me.
As the bell rang, signaling time to stop, I finally decide to guess girl
was Beth. I wasn’t sure, but I thought her clit was more pronounced than I recalled Lynn’s as being.
The girls got up, they moved behind us before Beth leaned over close to me, asking for my vote for girl
. I whispered “Lynn first.”
Jimmy whispered something to Lynn that I couldn’t overhear. Then, for all to hear, Jim said he sure hoped the next comparison involved screwing because he needed “to come soon or die.”
After a short pause and some covert whispering, Lynn said, “You guys ate us really, really well. We agree you deserve a reward. The next event will be to guess who you came inside of. The rules will be you have to come inside the second girl you enter. You have to last 5 minutes inside the first girl, then you can take as much or little time as you desire in the second. The final bell won’t ring until the last boy gets off. Sound fair?”
“What if I don’t last 5 minutes? I got pretty turned out eating you two out.” I asked pleadingly.
“Then you don’t get ANYTHING else the rest of the day. Is that enough incentive?” said Beth wickedly.
“OH SHIT!” I groaned, giving the group a good laugh at my expense.
Beth said to just move forward on our knees when the bell sounded, they’d make sure we were slick, and aimed where we wanted to go. Beth had a talent for talking dirty without using dirty words that I thought was pretty cool. Gradually I was realizing that Beth was a bit wilder than Lynn. Beth had a quick wit and sharp mind that made her very appealing.
Rustle, squeak, squeak, rustle, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling. Creeping forward on my knees, I ran into a right leg, so I adjusted slightly to my left. One more little “step” ahead. Legs wrapped loosely around my waist, fingers gripped me behind my helmet. A careful tug guided me ahead a few more inches. I inhaled sharply as my tip was worked into a slit, then was rubbed up, down, and all around girl
‘s slick, moist slot.
Oooooohh it felt soooooo good. My hips commenced a thrusting motion of their own accord, I was too busy remembering the 5-minute rule. Being fed, rested, and horny, I was ready to shoot and didn’t need much more provocation. The hand repositioned me so my shaft was sliding up and down girl
‘s slit, my cock sure felt slick enough to me.
Suddenly it dawned on me how incredibly sexy I found it to be preparing to enter an unknown pussy. I was about to beg for my entry when my tip was guided into girl
‘s yawning vagina. It was a good team effort, as I pushed into her pussy, the legs around me pulled me tighter against her. By grabbing her upper legs, I was being supported, yet had room to rock my pelvis.
The mystery pussy felt deliriously tight around my penis, yet I sank easily into the warm depths of some sister. My balls were all for driving my penis home and stroking like hell. I managed to remind myself that my unknown partner expected me to give her at least 5 minutes of pleasure.
I decided to try studying what clues my embedded organ could discern. Girl
was keeping her hips fairly still. Lynn had a wonderful swaying motion when we made love that I hoped I might detect, but no such luck.
I’d had great sex with both sisters. I’d come inside both sisters. It WAS somehow different making love to Lynn than Beth. Why? How? Were there subtle differences in their bodies?
I was very slowly pushing my penis in as far as possible, withdrawing as far as I dared. Again, again, again… I was deriving incredible pleasure from a pussy, but was it Lynn’s or Beth’s? I couldn’t detect any ridge or texture or friction that betrayed ownership. What I did know for sure was this would be a wonderful place to have an orgasm. Thus I remained in heaven, yet in the dark, and had to struggle mightily to remain in control.
Repeatedly I made mental notes to myself to try to understand what made it different to make love with Beth versus Lynn. I was going to have sex with Beth tonight. I was going to come inside her fantastic body and enjoy it. But I also hoped to understand what made Beth, Beth, and Lynn, Lynn.
Thinking about coming inside Beth almost set me off, I barely caught myself in time. Immediately I changed my pace and angle of attack. Breaking my rhythm and dwelling on the different sensations as I pushed and pulled from different angles saved me, barely. The bell rang.
I never dreamed I’d ever think “Thank God I’m getting out of that pussy.” when I was still hard and horny, but since I knew I could now get relief inside girl
, pulling out of that fantastic vagina was almost a relief.
Rustle, squeak, rustle, rustle, squeak, squeak, ding-a-ling. As fast as my knees could take me, I charged, lance lowered, ready for the joust. The dragon was speared quickly and mightily. Penis
seemed very pleased to meet each other. While in no hurry to ejaculate, it was a huge load off my mind knowing that now I could without dire consequences. It may have been a hollow threat; I suspected there was no way Beth would spend an entire night with me without my penis ending up inside her, but I didn’t want to chance being wrong.
To pace myself, I tried comparing this pussy to girl
. How tight is her vagina? How wet is she? Did we sound the same when screwing? Wetness? Softness? Length? Depth? Ridges, bumps? Once again, I knew she felt like heaven, but little else for sure. Whoever it was, I was happily going to coat her insides with a nice batch of fresh sperm before much longer.
Following a subtle position shift, it felt like my penis was being caressed. Girl
‘s vagina was almost stroking me, tight, loving strokes. Unlike the contractions of an orgasm, I didn’t sense the intensity that accompanied a climax. Her hips had adopted a tick-tock rocking motion that kept matching my escalating rhythm, but I didn’t think she was coming. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but I hoped it was Lynn’s body that I was feeling, and that she loved my penis being within her. My vote for girl
Thinking about coming inside Lynn sent me into the home stretch. My balls pulled tightly against my groin, my sac contracted. More blood filled my penis; I got thicker, reaching my maximum length. With my knob enlarged, it received extra friction from the sheath it sped through, it felt the popping through into her womb. The glans became more sensitive. Everywhere became warmer, wetter, softer, smoother. The shaft was gripped by girl
‘s vagina, like a hand jerking it off.
Each second the pleasure seemed far better than the second before. The tingling became pronounced. My hips drove my penis in and out faster and faster, deeper and deeper, but never deep enough. Almost. Almost. Almost. ALMOST. “I’m going to come in your pussy!” I half screamed.
Slower, but forcefully, my hips drove into girl
. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Sperm flew from my balls to deep inside my unseen lover. I could feel it’s thick warmth being spread around inside her. It coated my shaft, which in turn spread it everywhere it rubbed. My penis was milked of it’s contribution as if by a milkmaid’s hand. Life was good. Life was soooooooo damned good. Girl
had definitely come. It still felt like my penis was a wad of gum in a waitress’s mouth.
Minutes passed until I totally stopped my piston-like movements because I was drained and hyper sensitive. The legs around me kept me from falling over. I hoped girl
had enjoyed herself, because she sure had taken me to the stars.
Next to me, Jim was making slapping noises and producing a continuous, rising grunt. I assumed girl
was due to be injected with the contents of Jim’s testicles at any moment. I heard a sharp inhale from girl
that I’d bet the ranch was a reaction to feeling the first stream of hot sperm slam into her cervix.
When the final bell rang, it sounded like a surrender; a weak, pathetic couple of dings. Jim and I laughed heartily. An instant later I heard the girls trying not to laugh out loud, I think they covered their mouths to protect their identities.
Legs unlocked, sisters moved. From behind us Beth said we could removed the blindfolds. Lynn declared herself officially starved and offered to make lunch after a trip to the bathroom.
Beth polled us delicately, “OK guys, who do you think you just knocked up?” My heart might have stopped from that line, if Lynn hadn’t explained how carefully she and Beth followed their cycles. I’d learned a lot from her about that aspect of female biology last night as well.
With us all needing to recoup, Jim and I each took a quick shower.
When I got to the kitchen, Lynn and Beth were at the counter making sandwiches. I took the opportunity to study, and purely enjoy, their magnificent rear ends. Standing side by side, I observed that Lynn’s hips were just a bit wider, a tad more mature looking. Limited to a quick glance only, you’d swear they were the same size and appearance, and both were USDA PRIME female. Yummm!
Lifting my limp cock up towards my belly, I walked quietly up behind Lynn, then pressed against her such that my dick snuggled into her butt crack. “Anything I can do for you lady?” I asked as I ground against her tush.
Lynn adroitly kept me in my place. “Not until that poor, fatigued, little thing has been nursed back to health, sir.”
Beth gave Lynn a high five. Turning Lynn around, I bent her back to give her a very long French kiss. When at last I let her up for air, she had a goofy expression on her face.
Beth gave me a high five, then said she expected me to demonstrate that move on her tonight. My eyes made a slow up and down inspection of her well defined teenaged body. “Shouldn’t be a problem.” I beamed at her.
Beth threw her arms around my neck, rubbed her groin sexily into mine, her eyes bored into my eyes, then she gave me a quick kiss. “Deal” she said, her laughter reminiscent of a wind chime.
Jim and I were curious how we’d scored. Exchanging glances and smirks, Beth said, “As boy toys, you did great. As for guessing… don’t sell the farms!”
“How about we try that game again in a few weeks to see if you know our asses from your elbows any better by then?” Lynn teased us.
Beth slid onto the bench beside me. Lynn snuggled against Jim. The simple lunch tasted great, it was the company that made the meal wonderful. We joked, we laughed, we teased. We liked each other. We enjoyed each other. I’d had Jim for a friend for a long time, but this camaraderie was an aspect of living I’d been deprived of. My life had never been better than it was at that moment.
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