Sexy And Shapely Whore Jeanine 11

Sexy, & Shapely Whore, Jeanine, #11

Joey goes car shopping with his dad.

Sexy, & Shapely Whore, Jeanine, revised and continued from #10:

My brother and I talked about my experiences with his friends. After seeing the naked, erect cocks of his gay friends, we were horny. In the mood, we stroked and sucked each other.

"Joey, what have you been doing," asked Bill? "You seemed bigger than you were before. Your dick no longer curves down," he said.

No longer embarrassed by my prick, proud of my cock, I grinned.

"It's from all of the sex that I've been having with Jeanine and mom. Then, there's Jodie, too. Now that it points straight, it does feel bigger, harder, and thicker," I said.

I laughed.

"Perhaps, there's something magical about finally fucking pussies that triggered the stages of my penile development," I said with a laugh. "I've always been a breast man but now I'm a pussy man, too," I laughed. "I love licking pussies as much as I love fucking them."

He smiled.

"Well, whatever you're doing, keep it up," he said. "I love sucking you even more now. That is, as long as you still want me to blow you."

I returned my brother's smile with my smile.

"Like I said, Bill, I'll always make time for you, just as I do for Jeanine and mom. Just like dad said, the family that has sex together stays together," I said with a laugh.

We hugged while fondling each other again. I loved his cock, not in penis envy, but more in pride for my brother.

"I'm satisfied with what it looks like now," I said.

# # #

We continued stroking each other and soon began sucking each other like old times. When we moved into the 69 position, I saw our sister silently creep into Bill's room. As she said before, she liked to watch. She sat in the chair adjacent to Bill's bed. After a few minutes of watching us blowing one another, Jeanine cleared her throat.

"Do you mind if I watch," she asked? "I like to watch."

With her having already watched us suck one another off when we compared cocks, I smiled and Bill shrugged.

"I'm enjoying the show," said Jeanine. "I love watching my brothers suck each other."

Bill laughed.

"Whatever floats your boat," mumbled Bill.

# # #

I smiled at my sister.

"Join us, Jeanine, if you'd like," I said.

Bill reluctantly nodded as Jeanine stripped herself naked and climbed in bed with us. Soon, Bill and I were hard again and Jeanine was wet as we began our three way incestuous sex. If we continued having brother and sister threesome sex, I wondered if our parents would join in on our forbidden festivities one day. As much as I knew my mother loved having sex with me, my dad would love to have sex with his daughter.

Jeanine lent her hands to our mutual stroking and soon we had formed a masturbation jerk circle. She had one hand wrapped around Bill's cock, who had one hand wrapped around my prick while I masturbated Jeanine. We switched around so that I was stroking Bill, he fingered Jeanine, and she stroked me.

After a few minutes, we had oral sex. Jeanine sucked Bill, who sucked me while I ate my sister. Then we switched so that I sucked Bill, he ate Jeanine, and she sucked me. We all took turns having oral sex with one another.

I watched my brother fuck our sister. Even with only the few experiences with Jeanine, my mother, and Jodie, I seemed more experienced than Bill when fucking a woman. Bill and Jeanine seemed to enjoy each other because they both had orgasms.

After catching their breaths, having threesome sex, we double-teamed each sibling. Bill and I on Jeanine. She and I on Bill, and then my brother and my sister on me.

We fondled, stroked/fingered, sucked, and fucked each other in every position. Exhausted, after having had two orgasms each, we fell asleep in each other's arms. If it wasn't enough that I had sex with my brother, my sister, my mother, and my sister's best friend, quickly progressing from a virgin to a sex fiend, I couldn't wait to have sex with my beloved Allison.

# # #

Sexy, & Shapely Whore, Jeanine, #11

Dad takes his son to look for a car.

During Saturday morning breakfast it was obvious to our parents that the three of us had sex. We had that fucked look on our faces. Instead of admonishing us, they smiled approvingly. While staring at Jeanine, dad was unable to wipe the grin off his face. No doubt, in the way that I always wanted to have sex with our mother, dad imagined having sex with his daughter.

"Well, son, do you think you have the energy to look at cars today," he asked?

I smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

"We've got about an hour before the lots open," he said looking at his watch. "Get dressed and grab your notes so we can head out."

Dad drove my truck while I reviewed my notes. I gave him directions to the various car lots. Based on his helpful suggestions, we concentrated on dealerships first. Then, we visited the more reputable used car lots. I had an idea of what I wanted but, with many cars to choose from, and with budget in mind, I still hadn't decided.

There are so many cars. Mustangs, Cameros, Chargers, mid-sized Buicks, and even one of the smaller Cadillacs. I decided to forget the 4-doors and concentrate on 2-door cars, even though they had smaller back seats and trunks.

With so many makes and models to consider, hardtop or convertible? Fuel efficient 4 cylinder, 6 cylinder, or gas guzzling V8's? I narrowed my choices between a ten-year-old Mustang GT, a 2006 Pontiac GTO, and a used Corvette. Only, I knew I couldn't afford the 'Vette.

# # #

Yet, my dad had an ace up his sleeve. He took out his phone and made a quick call. I listened to his conversation.

"Okay. Yeah. Sure. We're on our way," he said.

He smiled and drove to a small car lot owned by his friend. As soon as we pulled in the lot, I saw the car. As if angels played music while I had a religious experience, there it was, the car of my dreams.

Sitting out in front of the office, was a car that I hadn't considered. My dad's dream car, a shiny, torch red, 2005 Ford Thunderbird with custom chrome, spoke, wire wheels! Evoking memories of a time passed of drive-in movies, women serving burgers on roller skates, and long drives along The Pacific Coast Highway, Mulholland Drive, and Mount Washington Auto Road.

"Wow," I said!

Upgraded with satellite radio, GPS, and a backup camera, it came with a removable hardtop. My eyes bugged out of my head. I tried not to drool while staring at the car. With the T-Bird listing for forty-thousand-dollars when new in 2005, nearly as much as a new Lincoln Town Car, I didn't think I could afford such a special car but his friend was willing to sell it at a reduced price of $7,500.

"What do you think about this one, son," dad asked?

By the expression on my face, he knew what I thought about a used Ford Thunderbird that looked brand new. Sitting in the Thunderbird while waving to the crowd, I imagined driving Allison around in a parade procession as if she was my beauty queen.

# # #

"It's a beautiful automobile but I don't know. I'd love to own such a car but it looks too expensive," I replied.

My dad smiled with confidence.

"The owner of the lot is a friend. A low mileage car, discounting the car by $2,000, he offered me a fair deal," said my dad. "With every man looking and wishing he could trade his minivan or pickup truck for this car, no one is buying. It's been sitting on his lot for a while."

'The 11th generation Thunderbird, a retro Sunday cruiser, rose from the ashes in the way of a Phoenix,' I thought. Reminiscent of American Indian Totem poles, Thunderbird is a more descriptive name than Mustang or Corvette. Evoking soaring power, I loved the name.'

Thank God for my cell phone, like holding a mini-computer in my hand, I searched for info about the T-Bird. The last year of the Thunderbird, with nearly 70,000 produced in 2005, unfortunately today, people would rather own a four cylinder economy car or an electric vehicle than this beauty. The car has a five-speed automatic transmission, 280 horsepower, and 286 lb.-ft of torque, and is surprisingly responsive for a 3,800 pound car.

A more comfortable automobile, the T-Bird was a foot longer and six inches higher than the 2005 Corvette with a 2" longer wheelbase. The T-bird is 15 1/2' long, 4' 1/2 foot tall, and has a 107" wheelbase, and weighs six-hundred pounds more. Moreover, it was more than half the price of a Corvette, $7,500 compared to $18,000.

Even though I had stars in my eyes while staring at the T-Bird, I had to consider the thought of taking a date out in this car. With me thinking about buying a Corvette, a rarer car with half as many produced as the Thunderbird, both cars only sat two passengers. Sticking to the paved streets and to the highway, in the way that I did with my pickup truck, I'd never drive this car on a potholed, country road.

With it being a two-seater, I could only bring one passenger. I'd make other arrangements if I were to take more than one passenger for a drive. I could always borrow my dad's truck and let him drive my car. But damn, this was a better ride than I thought I could afford!

The Thunderbird called me. I searched my phone for references. The first movie with Brad Pitt, Thelma and Louise, with Susan Sarandon and Gina Davis, Thelma drove a '66 Thunderbird off a cliff. Then, there was the '56 Thunderbird in American Graffiti. Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, drove a '59 Thunderbird. There was a '64 Thunderbird in Goldfinger. Robert Urich, as Dan Tanna drove a '57 T-Bird. Then, there was the 2002 Thunderbird in Die Another Day driven by Halle Berry.

# # #

"By the dreamy eyed look on your face, you've already decided," said my dad. "The Thunderbird has chosen you!"

I smiled at my dad.

"Are you sure you can afford it, dad?"

He smiled.

"They don't make Thunderbirds anymore. The car is twenty-years old, and the loan amount is lower even though the street appeal remains high. A great deal when I saw one, my friend offered to take care of everything. He'll handle the transfer of your truck to me and arrange the financing of your car. Also, after my down payment, your payments will be less than your current payments on the truck," he said.

I was stunned. My dad had secretly arranged this deal? He had known all along that I'd be interested in this car. I wasn't about to turn down this gift horse, or in this case, a Thunderbird.

"Yes, let's do this," I said with excitement.

Dad clapped me on the back and led me to his friend's office to sign the papers.

"Think of this as my graduation present for stepping up in life with Jeanine's school of sexual education," he winked.

It was a good thing my dad suggested I bring the title to the truck with us. So, in just under an hour, I was handed the keys to my shiny, red Thunderbird! Naturally, I had to drive without the top. Dad drove his now extended cab truck, with the hardtop in the back, and I drove my new car. We pulled in the driveway and were greeted by two giddy women and one jealous, younger brother.

'Guess who's going on a date tonight in his new car' I said to myself.

I couldn't wait to call Allison.

# # #

I called Allison as soon as I arrived home. I was excited. Not because I was going to surprise her with my new car but I'd be going on another date with my dream woman. Hopefully, tonight was the night that I'd have sex with her. Yet first, I needed to talk to my sister, Jeanine.

"Have you spoken to Allison today," asked Jeanine?"

I shook my head.

"No," I said. "I was busy buying my car. I'm about to call her after I ask for your advice. Why do you ask?"

She smiled.

"I want to be sure if you are ready for the next step," she said.

She didn't tell me that she had an extended conversation with Allison earlier.

"What would you like to know," she asked?

I stared down at the floor.

"I'm nervous about initiating sex with her tonight," I said. "I don't want to mess it up," I said. "With her the love of my life, this is different from having sex with you, my sister."

Jeanine smiled at me as only a caring big sister could.

"Now that your cock is fixed, I've taught you everything you need to know in preparation to seduce her. I've had sex with you several times, arranged for you to have threesome sex with mom, and even set you up with Jodie. What more can I teach you?"

I nodded.

"That's true. You're right. Perhaps a few words of encouragement would calm my nerves," I said.

Jeanine smiled.

"You already know all you need to know. You possess the confidence to make Allison your woman. She's waiting for you to make the next move," she said.

She smiled.

"Trust me. I've seen how you did with not only me and mom but also with Jodie. You've matured from a shy introverted virgin to an experienced player. You're ready," she smiled.

Then, she offered me even more encouragement.

"Instead of having awkward conversations, with the confidence that you displayed the other night, you're more than ready. As far as messing it up, you won't. Just listen to your heart," said Jeanine.

She hugged me.

"Trust yourself and everything will be fine. Besides, I'll bet she's as anxious and nervous as you are," she said.

She kissed me on the cheek.

"Now go call your sweetheart," said Jeanine.

# # #

"Hello? Joey! I was wondering when I was going to hear from you today," said Allison.

Music to my ears, I loved the sound of her voice.

"It's good to hear your voice, sweetheart," I said. "Sorry, I was out with my dad this morning. I just returned a little while ago. I wanted to check with you about our date tonight. It's been a couple of years since I've gone to the civic theatre and wanted to double-check the times. It's a matinee today, right?"

"Yes, that's right. It starts at 2:00 pm," Allison replied.

"Ok. That means I'd better get ready right now. Is it going to be formal or semi-formal," I asked?

She paused.

"It's black tie because they have a champagne reception afterwards," she said.

I paused.

"So, if it's going to be formal, then I'd love you to wear that evening dress that is slit up the side to expose your shapely legs," I said.

She laughed.

"Oh Joey, you're incorrigible," she said.

I grinned.

"Well, I love seeing you dressed up. I've got a bit of a surprise for you. After the play, I'm taking you to the Longhorn Steakhouse for dinner. And then afterwards...we'll see what pops up," I said.

She laughed.

"I'm putting myself in your hands tonight," said Allison. "By the way, I know it might be too soon to say but," she said with a pause. "I love you!"

I smiled broadly when she told me that she loved me.

"I love you, too, Allison," I said. "I'll see you soon!"

We blew kisses over the phone. I ate a light lunch before getting dressed to go. I was excited to see my sexy cheerleader, again.

# # #

I put on my black suit, a white shirt with French cuffs with gold cufflinks. I topped it off with a black bowtie. Just to be on the safe side, I stuck a few condoms in my jacket pocket. I quickly called Allison to let her know I was on my way. She indicated she wasn't quite ready and was putting finishing touches on her hair and makeup.

I climbed in my T-Bird car and drove to her apartment. Although it was warm enough to put the top down, I decided to leave it up so that it wouldn't mess up Allison's hair on the trip. When I arrived, I parked in the parking lot, took the elevator up to her floor, walked the short distance to her front door, and knocked.

She opened her door. She looked beautiful. Immaculately applied, her makeup looked perfect. Her strawberry blonde hair displayed her dangling silver earrings.

She wore a beautiful strapless violet and silver evening dress, slit to midthigh. She wore her silver high heels with her small violet and silver clutch purse. Around her neck was that tiny locket on a matching silver chain. A vision of beauty and grace, I kissed her lips. I escorted her to the elevator and out to the parking lot. She scanned the parking lot looking for my car.

"Where's your car," she asked? "I don't see your mom's Cadillac."

I smiled with pride.

"I didn't take Mom's car. I bought a new car today," I said.

I swept open my arms like the models on 'The Price is Right.'

"My car is right in front of you," I said.

Her mouth fell open.

"No way! You bought a Thunderbird! It's beautiful! I love it," she gushed. "It looks brand new."

I smiled.

"That is what my dad and I were doing this morning. I'll tell you all about it on the way to the theatre," I said.

# # #

I escorted her to my car, opened the door for her, and waited until she comfortably sat. Thanks to the slit in her dress, when she sat sideways on the passenger seat before swiveling her body to move her feet in the car, she unintentionally flashed me her white panties. I love seeing panties as much as I love seeing tops of jiggling breasts, lone lines of cleavages, and low-cut bras.

I climbed in on the driver's side and started the car. It made a wonderful, muted rumble of its 3.9 Liter V8 engine. Unfortunately, because the 3.9, made by Jaguar engine, is a high compression engine, it required premium gas. Oddly enough, even though the 4.6 Mustang GT engine is considered a high compression engine, it doesn't require premium gas.

We drove to the theatre, and pulled under the entrance canopy to the valet parking. I went around to open her door. With her inadvertently flashing me her panties again, as I helped her extricate herself from her low seat, I was careful to shield the sight of her long, gorgeous legs from the parking attendant.

I escorted her into the lobby. As soon as we entered, Allison garnered lots of attention. Men stared at her with interest while women smiled and complimented her on her dress. We enjoyed the play, a delightful stage adaptation of the 1978 movie, 'Heaven can wait' with Warren Beatty as Joe Pendleton, James Mason as Mr. Jordan, Julie Christie as Betty Logan, and Diane Cannon as Julia Farnsworth.

After the play, we enjoyed the champagne reception. I saw a few people that I knew. However, with her more popular than me, Allison was recognized by many more people who she knew from school and from cheerleading. The champagne freely flowed and, not unsurprisingly, snuck up on everyone like a good bubbly should. Seemingly, everyone had a great time.

Since I was driving, I limited myself to only two glasses of wine before switching to water. All good, Allison opened up and flirted with everyone while paying particular attention to me. She proudly introduced me to everyone as her boyfriend.

# # #

After a while, done with socializing, we were hungry for dinner. We said our goodbyes. I retrieved my car from valet parking while Allison waited in the lobby. In the way that we arrived, we left.

I opened her door and allowed her to gracefully enter my car. Again, she flashed me her panties. I wondered if her flashes were deliberate or accidental. Only, with the slit in her dress traveling all the way up between her legs, it seemed difficult to modestly seat herself in my car without flashing her sexy lingerie.

Once she was comfortably seated, shutting her door, I went around and got in myself. Climbing in the driver's seat in such a fine automobile, even though it was twenty-years old, made me feel special. The Thunderbird turned lots of heads. Driving without the hardtop on, as if driving in a parade, I smiled and waved at admiring people as we drove. Fortunately, in addition to the hardtop, the car comes with a power canvas top should it rain.

"Thank you for taking me to the play today," said Allison. "In the way that we waited years before hooking up, the play was quite apropos for us, don't you think?"