*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in sex are at least eighteen years of age in the following story.
The black cat lay on the windowsill and soaked up the warmth of the sun. It ignored the boy and girl that lay on the bed underneath the window. The boy grunted and the girl giggled.
With a grimace, the boy rasped the base of his cock and pulled out of her wet pussy. He waddled upward on his knees, his cock spurting his juice along her belly, then between her breasts and finally to her wide open mouth. Driblets of his semen dotted her chin and lips and she ran her fat little tongue around to catch what she could. Finally he stopped spurting and smiled weakly at her.
"Mm-baby," she cooed. "You're so much bigger and better than Paul. I didn't know, just didn't know what I was missing!"
She used her fingers to scoop up the stream of semen that ran in an uneven line from her sparse red bush to her chin and licked her fingers clean.
"Yeah?" he smiled. "You like that, huh?"
"Mm hmm," she said. "Too bad you're done, huh?"
"You think we're done here?" he asked, then in a stern voice. "Get on your hands and knees, young lady!"
"Yes sir!" she mock saluted and rolled over onto her hands and knees. She squealed in surprise as he swatted her round ass. The cat languidly looked over, and then shut its eyes again.
The swatting picked up in Ernest, as did the girl's squealing and laughing. He prepared to enter her splayed open pussy from behind
Chapter 1
"Damn it!" Chad Fontenot groaned and reached over to shut off his squealing alarm clock.
The black cat stretched and leapt down from her perch on the windowsill. She let out a small 'meow' at him.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he mumbled. "Love you too, but you're no Robin, now are you?"
Robin McCall was the pretty red head cheerleader that Chad had been lusting after ever since she walked into his homeroom class four years ago. But she was in a different league than him; she was a rich and popular kid and the rich and popular kids only dated other rich and popular kids. She was always on the arm of Paul Demella.
He got out of bed and stumbled toward his bedroom door. His morning erection made a sizable tent in his briefs, but he made no attempt to adjust it. The friction of the soft cotton against the sensitive head sent mild shivers up and down his spine. He flung open his bedroom door and walked toward the bathroom that he and his sister, Lacey, shared.
Just then, Lacey's bedroom door flung open and she wobbled on unsteady morning legs toward the same bathroom door.
"Morning," she mumbled.
The pretty 18 year old smirked slightly at the sight of her brother's erection.
"Someone been dreaming about Robin again?" she teased and swatted at his turgid member.
That contact was all it took and Chad groaned as his coc began to spasm and spurt his semen, flooding his briefs.
Lacey stared in horror as Chad groaned.
"Oh, God! I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed and whirled around. She dashed back into her bedroom and slammed the door shut.
Chad finished spurting into his underwear and wobbled into the small bathroom. He pulled off his sticky briefs and snug tee shirt, throwing both into the hamper. A hot shower removed the remnants of his embarrassment.
He used the opportunity to urinate in the shower, smiling to himself. Lacey would be so grossed out if she knew; she'd make him clean the tub with bleach and spend the next week complaining that she could still smell the urine in the shower.
"What she don't know won't hurt her," Chad said.
He finished off his shower by using her razor to shave his cock and balls clean. He'd learned that trick from his pal Gary.
Gary had served two tours of duty in Vietnam. "Keep your cock clean and covered, you don't catch nothing from the ladies, you know?" he said.
While Chad wasn't planning on going to 'Nam and picking up any hookers there, it seemed like a novel idea and he'd tried it.
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ZoΓ«, the plump waitress he'd slept with that one drunken night went wild at the sight of his hairless balls and belly. She'd lavished his crotch with her wet tongue until he couldn't stand it any longer and spurted heavily onto his belly. Then ZoΓ« licked his stomach clean and nuzzled his balls until he sported a full erection again.
She straddled him and slid down until her heavy dark bush rested against his smooth skin.
"Mother Fucker!" she squealed as a quick orgasm rippled through her pussy.
While the sex itself had been thoroughly enjoyable, he really didn't want a repeat performance with ZoΓ«. For starters, he was nineteen, she was thirty-two. She had three children; each from a different father and Chad just didn't need to get involved with that.
They continued to work together and continued to be friendly with each other, but neither one ever brought up that one night.
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He looked in the steamed-up mirror and examined himself. Wavy brown hair, parted stylishly in the middle and feathered on the sides, heavy brown eyebrows, deep brown eyes, snub nose and easy smile. He wasn't bad looking at all. Not too tall, not short, slightly muscular from years of work, why wasn't he one of the popular kids? It had to be the money thing, he decided.
The Fontenots were lower middle class; both parents worked at least 40 hours a week to provide for their two children. The house was one of the better ones in their suburban neighborhood; it even had an aboveground swimming pool in the back yard. But name brand or designer label jeans or luxury automobiles were just not in the family budget. Until he walked into his high school classroom five years ago, Chad didn't know he was being deprived.
The 1964 Chevy Impala was more than sufficient to get him from point A to point B, and he'd installed a wicked sound system as well, complete with 8 track cassette player and quadraphonic speakers. It rivaled the factory installed stereo system of Paul Demella's black 1978 Z28.
Lacey's need to pee was quite evident on her pretty face as Chad opened the bathroom door. She hopped from one foot to the other and he quickly stepped aside for her.
"I really am sorry," she said from the other side of the closed door.
"Don't worry about it," he said back. "I used your toothbrush to scrub my butt with."
"Oh! How gross!" she screamed. "God, you're so disgusting!"
Chad laughed; she knew he was just joshing her.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," you going to need a ride to school?" he shouted back.
"Nope, Serena's picking me up," Lacey yelled over the sound of the flushing toilet.
The next sound was the shower starting up and Chad walked back to his room. He shook his head and smiled.
Serena Lee was Lacy's best friend in the whole wide world. It seemed like there was never a time when Serena and Lacey had not been friends. Although girls were eighteen, both girls were five foot four, and both girls had deep brown eyes, they could not have been more different.