Another time around Easter, we were naked and going at it, but he wouldn't let me make him cum. He'd also sucked and stroked me, and did fuck me some, but he wouldn't let me come, either way! I was going a little crazy wanting relief one way or the other when he sat up and said, "Here," handing me some clothes. "Put these on for me."
Thrown a little off guard, I let him pass me the clothes, which turned out to be a skirt, very short like a cheerleading skirt, and a numbered singlet, meant to be worn over a blouse, with high school colours. "Don't worry," he said. "Just put them on for fun."
'Don't worry'? Just for fun'? Easy for him to say! In my teenage angst I'm mortified. What happens if someone sees me! Obviously not thinking it through, since if anyone saw me naked with another guy, the skirt wouldn't really matter! I don't recall if we said it back then, but I sure was thinking 'WTF'!
To bring you up to date, we still went to the brickyard on occasion, but we'd managed to get together at his place a couple of times. I was really into these classic "suck and fuck" scenarios, and having been taught to douche, they were bare and very hot! As you prolly already know from my stories of being inducted into these untold M2M pleasures, I was eager and therefore pliable, perhaps even submissive. I was becoming a 'boy' without knowing it, so when he said in a parental tone of voice "put it on already," I put it on.
The skirt was short, barely fitting my waist, and I recall ripping the closure getting it fastened. I managed to get it on, the front tented, the back riding up my ass. As I pulled the singlet on, noticing it didn't even cover my belly button, I heard a light knock on the door. "My friend" he said, a smirk on his face as he looked me over, eyes briefly stopping on the
tent in my skirt
. "You're going to like this" as he let another 'dad' kind of guy in. "This is Claude."
As introductions the order of the moment, my friend, previously referred to as 'he', is Francis. Claude: slightly dark complexion, short, dark curly hair and modest (for the day) sideburns was slightly taller and not as stocky. Tall, dark, handsome.
As we're talking about appearances, I suppose I should mention, as per the style of the day, my dirty blond hair was pretty long, almost reaching my shoulders. Nervous and not sure of the picture I made, standing nearly naked in a very short skirt and singlet, I stuck my hand out to shake anyway. He stepped right past my hand and reaching with both arms hugged me, leaning to kiss and nuzzle my left ear. His forward movement caused the tented skirt and my cock to fold up against my belly, my balls just hanging free. As he humped me some, I think in recognition of my erect state, I caught a light waft of booze.
"I've waited so long for this, Marie," he said, running his fingers through my hair. Marie? Pulling me closer into his hug I could feel his bulge pressing on my bare belly right above the waistband of my skirt. I wanted to find out about this "Marie" business but, right then, Francis came up behind me to join the hug, pressing his cock between my cheeks and making a humping motion. Claude stepped back and quickly stripped, leaving his BSD (big swinging dick) half standing, bouncing more than swinging as it grew. "Clean up," Francis whispered in my ear. Those words, accompanied by him tonguing my ear, sent shivers through my body. When he felt the time was right, he nudged me forward with one hand, the other on my shoulder pressing insistently down.
This was the moment of reckoning! Run, or...?
Quick recap: dressed in a short skirt and cheerleader singlet, I'm practically naked. I'm also erect and desperately wanting to cum. Plus, Francis has done a great job warming up both the mouth and ass he has so carefully trained, so....
.....I knelt, leaning forward to ceremoniously kiss the tip of Claude's penis, by way of introducing mouth and penis. Not fully hard, it still jumped at the touch, leaving a trace of pre-cum on my lips and bumping my nose. Licking my lips, I used my right hand to point it at my mouth, again kissing the tip. And there was a lot of tip, as there was no foreskin. This was different! I opened my mouth to take him in, but he pulled away.
Behind my back, Francis had motioned Claude towards the couch. He walked around me to sit, with his legs spread, a soppy, happy kind of smile on his face. Francis moved to the side as I turned on my knees, shuffling forward. Tucked in between his legs, I leaned in for a better look at his cock. Not as fat and a little longer than Francis, it was topped by a lovely, pronounced purplish plum shaped head. Pre-cum was flowing freely from the slit. Sticking my tongue out, I lapped it up, enjoying the lightly salty musky taste, before parting my lips to take the plum into my mouth, one hand going for the base of the shaft to control how deep he could get, the other his balls.
Using my tongue, I licked all over before, parting lips, tongue sill dancing, took the head into my mouth. For some reason my lips and tongue were extra sensitive. I'd felt this once before with Francis and it had led to the longest, most sensuous, blow job we'd had. The feeling was amazing, especially the firm rim of the plum head, as my tongue swirled around it and when my lips closed behind it, locking it in. He groaned and so did I. He gently thrust his hips and the feeling of his cock moving in my mouth was as intense as stroking my cock. Man, did it feel good. Pleasure building, I felt like I could do this for hours.
Soon though, I felt movement behind me and a hard cock settling between my cheeks, thrusting upwards in that unmistakable motion. As Francis frotted me, his shaft was making lewd contact with my anus as it slid up and down, lighting me up down there too. Reaching, he grasped my cock and started to stroke me. I'm getting really high on all this mouth, ass and cock action and barely heard him say "Good girl, Marie". Holy fuck there it was again! 'Are they pretending to do his daughter or something', I wondered?