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Childhood Friends 2
Published on Tuesday, August 21, 2007
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Hey, long time coming, but life does not stop for fun and the things you want to do. So here is the second story to Childhood Friends. Write back and say what's on your mind. I am pretty cool with talking about anything.

As I have told you all before in the previous story, the time that Alex and I spent together some summers ago was a time in my life I have yet to forget. I also mentioned that there were more stories that came out of that summer as well.  This chapter in the passage of my life took place about a week or so later.  Although we had had a wonderful experience that night after the night club and diner, we still walked around on egg shells around each other.

While Kevin fashioned himself the cool big brother, we were both certain that he had a breaking point.  So we thought it better that we ease into the role of boyfriend and girlfriend so the Kevin had a chance to get use to it.  I was worried at first that he might have felt weird around us during that time. 

I found out that Alex and I were not the quiet couple we thought we might have been since Kevin never mentioned anything. However, his girlfriend Samantha was not so subtle or shy from what I found out.  I remember that she was over at the house, and we were all sitting around drinking and telling stories of the good old days when Sam brought it up about how it sounded like we had a lot of fun the first night.  She went so far as to put it, that she didn’t sound like the only one who got hers that night.

Well to be honest I try my best never to get embarrassed about things, but right then and there I felt like I could have crawled up in a hole and not felt too terribly bad about that.  Especially after the jovial drunken Kevin stopped laughing and got this uncomfortable look on his face.  That night ended early.

So for the next few days Alex and I spent our time sneaking around kissing, and playing around, but not doing anything that might be considered serious or truly intimate, or kinky.  We would kiss, hold hands, hug, go for walks together and the such, nothing that might be considered truly adult oriented, but it was still fun.  It was a good time for us to do some catching up. 
She found out what had happened in my life that dropped me in the middle of her family’s beach house for the summer.  I had found out about her now ex boyfriend, and his belligerent ways, and the way he twisted everything he did wrong around on her.  I found out about her time in college, and how she was exploring her life and the options it had.

We discovered that we running in the same circles, just with slightly different crowds.  We had so much in common.  We loved to ride motorcycles, we both had a thing for fast cars and tuning them ourselves.  She had taken up a few kickboxing and karate classes because she thought it was cool while she was growing up that I was so into that.  I had to admit that real reason I had gotten into the class was because one of my former instructors had a hot daughter with cute feet, and the chance to see her barefoot and stretching was well worth the price of class, and listening to my dad bitch me out about how much it cost sometimes.  I did actually learn to love it, but at first I was in puberty and horny, so yeah, I went for a chance to stare at women’s feet, and not be looked at as a freak.  I was studying foot, work was my statement, you know, learning my proper stances and katas. It was just plain fun, and we did things together that first week like friends reuniting from a few years apart, and there was a little sexual tension between us. So when we got off by ourselves away from Kevin and Sam who were both on vacation for the week, we would act like a new couple who would kiss, hug, and grope like there was no tomorrow. But we always have to go back to the house, and there we tried to keep our distance from each other.  We stayed in our own rooms during the night.  As you probably guess that was not going to last for very long.

Kevin told me on a Thursday that he was going to be taking Samantha home that Saturday night, and that he was coming back probably until Sunday night or Monday when he got off from work.  I tried to put on my, oh that cool man face.  You know, playing it down as, "Oh well, I was looking forward to hanging with you Saturday, but I understand."  In truth, my heart did the happy man dance.  I could have almost hugged him for giving me a chance to be alone with his sister.

We were going to be enjoying some drinks in the hot tub looking out at the ocean that night, and I was thinking, "Oh great, I get to sit and watch him make out with his girlfriend, and me and Alex have to play like we are just friends sitting uncomfortably in the water watching."  Let me tell you something about sitting in a hot tub while everyone in it is hot and horny.  The talk will be dirty, fun, and there will be flirting.

Alex was going to be a little late for the festivities because she had taken a summer job to make a little spending money while she was around during the summer, which brings us to why Kevin and Alex’s parents really had a beach house.  They owned a restaurant down by the seaside, and it was a bit of an upper scale place that was only open during the late spring, summer, and early autumn. The place had grown to a level where it could run itself without their parents really needing to be around, so it had been some time since they were down during the summer to watch over it.  Their folks spent most of their time traveling around, doing some real estate investing, or just sight seeing, so staying at the house was not a problem for them. As a matter of  fact, they might as well have given Kevin the house. Like I said he found a job after college around town, and he was living there. Granted, they made him pay all the bills for the house, and the taxes, but hey, he lived in a beach resort house. How bad can it be?

So for the first two hours it was just Samantha, Kevin, and me sitting in a whirlpool drinking beer and talking. Samantha was a very blunt, honest woman with a bit of a dirty mind. She was a year or so older than Kevin and me, so I guess he had gotten over her shy streak a while back. At first they were harmless questions. It started off  with me sitting there by myself, and then Samantha coming in and having a seat in the water in front of me.

She smiled and said, "So D, Kevin tells me that you’re a writer."

"Yep, but it wasn’t how I started off.  I was a computer tech for a while."  I honestly thought we had cleared that one up the previous week.  Oh well, I was enjoying her pretty smile and cute face.

"So what do you write about?"

"Mostly I just do some freelance stuff and short stories.  Geek related stuff you know.  Every now and then I branch out."

"Do you write any erotic stories? You know, the really raunchy kind,"  she asked with a bit of mischief in her tone, a twinkle in her eye, and alcohol in her blood.

So yeah, that took me a bit off guard.  I was use to her doing odd things here and there that may have been sometimes ill-timed, but Kevin was still inside the house making drinks, and probably burning a roach, something I don’t particularly like, so he avoids doing it around me.  Now come to think of it, she had probably partaken in the bud as well.

"Um, never thought about it before to be honest."  Now if she only knew about what I am doing here.

She smiled as she leaned back against the seat in the whirlpool and adjusted her breasts for me to watch. "I thought you might have, y’know, since you’re into the S&M scene and all."

"Damn Kevin and his big mouth!" I thought to myself. Well, I learned that telling him anything personal was going to eventually come back to bite me in the ass. This was the second time in one week that I found out that someone I never once mentioned it to knew about my fetish hobbies.

Apparently she saw that water was steaming in the tub more than it would have otherwise been doing, so she was sorta quick to diffuse the situation. "It’s okay babe, he is into lace and leather, so don’t worry. Besides I think it is kind of cool that you actually enjoy and explore your kinks. Kevin could take a few lessons in that. He likes what he likes, but doesn’t stray far from the norm for himself."

"Oh, I’m not worried, I was just going to beat his ass is all."  To be honest, I wasn’t really mad. I just wished he would ask me before he starts sharing my business with people.  Hell, the least he could have done was to have warned me before I was ambushed by someone knowing what I was into.

"You can’t do that," she said sucking lightly on the tip of her finger, and looking back into the kitchen. Her boy wonder was lighting one up for the cause.

"Oh? And why is that? I asked.

"Because that is my job, and he likes being spanked. Despite what I might enjoy seeing, him getting a boner while you bend him over your knee is not something I care to see."

Yep, I nearly spit the bit of vodka I had in a glass out all over the place after hearing that. Kevin, the so called straight laced man's man enjoyed being spanked. Oh I couldn’t wait to tell someone, and then invite them over to meet him. That would teach his bird-chested ass from talking about my business.

She grinned at me as she bit her lower lip.  That’s when I felt something at my knee.  At first I thought it was just a jet of water, but when the feel of warm wet toes presses against your leg, you know exactly what that is, and it can not be mistaken for anything else if you are a foot guy. I looked down at her pink toes with their orange nails, and then back at her.

"So besides feet, are there any other fetishes that you are into?" She asked, knowing exactly what she was doing.

So how are you to respond when your best friend’s girl is flirting with you to the point of trying to get you aroused?  Oh I know, quiet panic followed up with being morbidly frozen in place.

She looked me in the eye, and then back inside watching Kev getting all goofy. "It’s okay babe. He knows that I tease other guys.  He prefers it that way. I guess so he can keep playing the field. That, and I think it is a turn-on for him to know that I do this to other guys, and still come right back to him to tell him. But if that bothers you, I won’t tell him about this."

How thoughtful of her not to mention this to Kevin, never mind the fact that her foot kept rising up and was getting closer to the homeland security. Now to be fair, I didn’t tell her to stop either, which probably would have been the better thing to do, but hey, I had a few drinks in me, it was suppose to be a summer of fun and goofing off, so what was the harm in a little friendly flirting with a hint of a pay off?

"So tell me, do I have nice feet?" She asked with a smile.

Okay, it was time to examine the instrument of my torment. So I took another gulp of liquor before looking down to enjoy the view of her feet, which by the way I had already checked out. I'm a foot guy, it's a habit to which I am not eager to break myself of. Her feet were a little larger than Alex’s. Mainly because she was about six inches taller than Alex. She had a really high arch, and long toes, and to her credit, her feet were actually quite shapely. Her second toe was a hint longer than her big toe, but not exceptionally so.

I needed a more hands-on view of her foot to properly ascertain the true beauty of her foot, so I lifted her foot out of the water, and placed it still resting in my hand on my knee so that Kev couldn't see what was going on. Not that he was really paying us any attention. She apparently treated her feet well because the callous patches were minimal, and her heel and ball of her foot looked as though they saw regular treatment from a pumice stone. So her sole and heel were super soft and smooth. Her foot scrunched up as I held her foot at the ankle, and she had not too many, but not too few wrinkles. I had to run my fingers over her soles as she scrunched them. Okay, too bad Kev wasn’t a true foot guy. He would have been in pure heaven if he were. Her feet were extremely soft, and quite honestly, on the verge of being waterlogged. Yep, definitely fuckable feet there. I wouldn’t have minded giving her feet the organic protein lotion if you know what I mean.

My fingers needed to test more of the evidence in front of me, so I ran my fingers over her toes and felt how smooth they were. I slid my fingers in between her toes, and she smiled lightly.

"I might have to kidnap you, and get you to give me a foot massage."

Without a real thought, mainly because once again the blood was leaving my brain, and I had gotten to that point of when a woman offers me a chance with her feet, no matter how minute, I take it. "I can do that tomorrow before we go out to the clubs."

"That would be nice," she said with a smile.

She then lifted her foot away with a little grin that told me either she was about to do something extremely naughty, or she had just teased me with as much as she was going to. That question was answered rather quickly as I felt her foot resting on my boys.
Well that was an instant hard full on chubby.

I did manage to hear her ask, "Does that feel good?"

I nodded like the dumb kid in the middle of Spanish class.

"You still never told me about your other fetishes. What else do you like?"

Okay, so I had to regain my composure. Not as easy as it might have sounded, but I did muster up my strength for that. "Um… I like bondage a lot."

"Being tied up or doing the tying?"

"Tying."

"Electric play?"

"Not in water."  Apparently we both thought it was funny. "Seriously though, I’ve tried it, but I need more practice at it."

So now she was stroking my cock through my trunks. Then she pulled her foot back, slid it under my trunks, and began to pinch and grip at the head of my cock.

"Flogging?" She asked.

It took me a moment to answer, as I was growing extremely aroused by this athletic woman sitting in front of me as she tormented my cock with her toes. "Mostly I like to do the flogging, but I can take as good as I give."

"Oh really?" Well apparently that was to invite an onslaught on my member that bordered somewhere between painful and orgasmic. "I hope that is true."

Well a whole slew of the seven words you can't say on television escaped my lips in quiet whispers. It was hardly speaking English at the time, but it certainly helped me get through the moment.

She whispered to me softly, "You can’t cum yet. Kev and Alex will both be getting in the tub, and that might give away our little secret."

Well I know what that really meant though. She wanted to test me on how well I could hold my composure. I was being called out, and the reward was not cumming in a tub that my best friend, and my newest girlfriend were going to be getting in.

"Then you are going to have to slack off of my dick sweets,"  I said through clinched teeth.

As to my request, her intensity on my member became more like a light caressing. "That better?"

Again, the nod of the stupid kid was my response.

Sam looked back over her shoulder at Kev who seemed to be putting his last few kills on his roach and was grabbing more beer to bring out. "Look, Kevin is going to be joining us in a sec. I will keep playing with you for a little while, but I am going to have to give him my complete attention here in a few."

Translation for those not educated in the language of second meanings:  She was going to be teasing me, but not bringing me to my climax unless I was willing to spoil the mood of the evening by cumming all in the water, which for some reason was not particularly an unsettling thought right then and there.

Kevin slid open the deck door and came out all smiles with bloodshot eyes. "You kids having a good time?"

"Yep," Sam said with a smile looking up at him.

"Awesome, so what have you two been talking about?"  Kevin asked as he passed out the beer.

"Spank you Skippy,"  I said winking at Sam.

Sam tried to hide her smile, and took a sip of her fresh brew.

"Excuse me?" Kev asked with a look that said that the slight went completely over his head.

"Where is the vodka Spanky?"  I asked, hoping he would catch what I was saying, but apparently he hadn't.

"Oh shit, sorry man. I’ll go back and get it."

"Nah, I’ll get it. Besides I’m getting water logged."  The real reason was for getting the vodka myself was that if I wasn’t going to bust one, then I might as well go and drink away my sorrows for a bit.

Sam slowly pulled her foot back, gave me a wink, and I began to get out of the tub. My boys were aching because they were so full, and had been played with so roughly. It quickly dawned on me that I was going to boasting a huge boner if I just got up, so in an effort to keep my privates private, I turned my back to Kev and Sam as I stood up, and quickly grabbed my towel, making a big show of wrapping around my waist.

A few flamboyant motions later to cover my crotch foul, I was standing in the kitchen. I found the vodka bottle, and knocked back a few shots to try and dull my arousal a bit. I glanced through the glass of the sliding glass door, and saw that Sam was all over Kev. I guess our little moment had gotten her so hot and bothered that she needed to release her aggression on Kevin, lucky bastard. Okay, maybe I am giving myself too much credit, but if I can't fluff my own ego by saying I turned his girlfriend on enough to get him some, then why would I choose to remember things like that?

My voyeuristic moment was interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the front door.  It could have been only one of two things, and since we hadn't been loud in any way, shape or form, that eliminated the possibility of the police. I walked quickly to get the door.

As I opened the door quickly, I gave a quick smile and said, "What’s the matter forget your keys?"

"Kevin still hasn’t gotten me a set for the house yet,"  Alex said with a smile, wrapping her arms around me. "Hey, you’re getting me all wet."

"I missed you too. How was work?"

"We were in the weeds most of the night and I just want to sit back and have a few drinks, get in the whirlpool with you, and then go to bed."

"Sounds like a nice plan, but can I amend that just a bit?"

She pulled back from me just enough to look me in the eye and smiled. "Depends on what type of amendment we are going for."

Oh the smoothness of the D, take notes here.  I pushed her back out of the doorway, and quietly closed the door behind me.  I leaned down, and kissed her softly at first, but then I couldn’t resist her. There she was in her Hostess outfit. A short black mini-dress with black stockings, and some square heel pumps. I began to devour her in kisses. The next thing I knew, I had her against the door, lifted up, her legs wrapped around my waist, and me kissing and biting her on the neck. She was wearing one of my favorite perfumes, which did not slow down my excitement any. "Hmm… I wonder if she can feel my loving on her hip?" I thought to myself.

She leaned over, grabbed my hair, and whispered with hot breaths into my ear, "I see you've been missing me today."

All I could do was growl back my response.

"Hmmm… well I hate to do this, but I got groceries in the truck, one item of which happens to be ice cream, so we are going to have to postpone this until later."

I growled my complaint, and eventually and rather reluctantly, I sat her back down on her feet. I lightly bit her ear lobe, and kissed behind her ear, which I had learned was a hot spot for her. I felt her knees buckle, and I held her up in my arms.

"Argh… you’re not playing fair," she said with a cute smile.

"Call it incentive to hurry up and get in your bikini."

"Okay then, let’s get the groceries in and then we can play some."

I was like a kid cleaning his room to go to the fair. I was down the stairs of the front door in a flash, and lifting the lid of her truck bed to get the various bags. It was just a little more than I could carry in one trip, so I left a little behind. I saw her coming down the stairs after me, and she was so adorable in her pathetic tired working woman walk. I could tell that she was really tired, and really wanted to kick back. Yeah it was a guilt trip, but one started by myself, and the passenger on this trip was me. So I felt a bit bad for trying to get her to do something right then and there. She reached by me to grab a couple of bags.

I told her, "Just leave it sweets. I’ll come back and get it all. Just have a seat on the tail gate, and we can walk back up together."

"You sure?"

"Oh yeah, just have a seat you sexy little minx."

She smiled, and sat down while I ran back up the stairs, opened the door and saw something that I really didn’t want to see right then and there. Well, maybe I might have if it had been me. But that is besides the point. Through the patio glass, even though the lights were off, I could see Sam working Kev over with a healthy hearty blowjob that she seemed to really be getting into.
Her hand was down between her legs working over her shaved slit, and Kev looked like he was completely involved with being pleasured.

"Damn!" I remember whispering as I quietly closed the door.

I sat the groceries down at the door, slapped my hands on my thighs, and went back down. Alex was smiling at me, and waved as I came down the stairs.

"Hey, that was quick. You must really want to see how my tan is coming along." She said with a light little giggle.

Man, that had been awkward to see. It was all I could think of at that moment, so I decided that is was perhaps best for me to just come out with it pretty quickly. Call it a bit of the family honesty.

"I couldn’t go in?"

"Why?" She said as she raised an eyebrow.

"Kevin and Sam are playing on the back patio, and unless you want see him getting his dick sucked, then I think we should wait out here."

"Damn it!  He got high again and now his sense of judgment has completely gone to shit." Alex said as she beat her hands against the tailgate.

I grabbed the last few bags and shrugged. "Seems like it."

"I just want to relax some and unwind, and his cock is blocking me from doing that."

To be honest, the statement was pretty funny when you think about it. A woman cock blocked by her own brother.  She seemed a little pissed off by the whole thing, so I did the only thing I could think to do. I handed her the grocery bags.

"Chivalry is not dead huh?" She said looking at me.

I smiled back and told her, "Hold onto them okay?"

"Um, okay."

I placed one arm behind her back, the other at the back of her knees, and stood up with her in my arms. "I didn’t want to waste another trip down here, and you can lay back on the front swing."

"Hmm… this is kind of sweet," she said as she put her head against my chest.

It was pretty nice, save the fact I was navigating blindly up the stairs, but I made it to the front porch alright. I sat her down on the couples swing on the porch, and slid in beside her. "Ohh cushiony."

"You're silly. I guess that one of the many things I like about you." She said as she sat the bags down beside the swing.

"What about the ice cream?"

She shrugged and smiled. "Don’t know. I got some plastic spoons if you feel like sharing a little tub. I didn't buy much since Kevin likes Chocolate, and I love black cherry. So if he wants some, he can go out and get some."

"I got an idea. How about you lie back, eat some, and I give you a little massage while we wait for fucktard to bust one, and we can go in?  I just hope she swallows, otherwise I’m not getting back in that hot tub."  I said, already getting up to get the ice cream and a spoon for her.

"Ewwww, you’re just being nasty now. Seriously though, I’ve had these shoes on all day, and I’m scared that my feet may be a bit smelly."

I’ve got to admire the fact that she figured out exactly what type of massage I was talking about, but the previous Saturday after dancing in the club, she hadn't been so worried about it. "So why fret about it now?" I thought. Guess with a little alcohol in your system, you don’t worry about little things like that.

I looked over my shoulder at her smiling as I located the tub of ice cream. As I walked over at her, I smiled, handing her that to which she desired. "Well one, I’m a grown man, so I think I can be a little mature in assuming that there might be some sweat on your feet after a day of working. Second, that smell kind of turns me on."

Translation for the last part: I get a huge freaking boner for it.

"So let me get this straight, the D-man likes stinky feet?" She asked smiling.

"No, I like women's stinky feet. Namely yours. And I like to think of myself as a demon sometimes when it comes to that."

"Just wash your hands before you try to run your fingers through my hair or touch my face," she said with a big giggle.

"I’ll just wipe the smell off on your dress or something."  I said winking while taking a seat beside her.

She laughed at me wrinkling her nose as she did. "You do and I will stomp your balls into putty next time I give you a footjob."

"Hmm, that doesn’t sound so bad. At least it is still a footjob,"  I said as I nonchalantly reached down and grabbed her ankle to place both of her feet in my lap. I slipped her gothic looking high heeled Mary Janes off, and the aroma of a hard day on her feet wafted up to my nostrils. The smell was strong, but hardly the bestial rankness I had been expecting given how she had described them.

"I told you they smelled," she said raising a spool full of black cherry to her lips.

I shrugged. "Not really. I mean, I thought there was going to be vinegar and flies drooping as they flew by, but this hardly ranks at corn chips level."

She swallowed her mouthful of ice cream and said, "Hmmm, I guess I need to wear these stocking tomorrow then. But it is only a short day, and I am only working during the day."

I began my thorough approach to what I was hoping was a sensual massage. I began by focusing on her heel, working my way up her soles to her arch. There I kneaded out tired muscles, and rubbed out any pain I thought she might have. Then I massaged in between her toes, taking time with each one. I took notice that her stockings were damp with sweat, and she herself was completely enthralled by the experience. I guess not many in the past took the time to try and work out her pains or just nurture her.  I guess I could understand why so many guys her age might not be so quick to do this. I mean, Alex was a tough girl who was pretty damn independent. But I guess my years of doing things wrong, and then learning the right way to do them was something that she wasn’t used to, but thoroughly enjoyed.

After a little bit I finally broke my silent concentration and said, "You could. I wouldn’t mind. We could go for a walk around town afterwards to get a really good smell going."

"I could what?" She said looking up at me with groggy eyes.

"You could wear these same stocking tomorrow, and then around town."

She let out a squeal of laughter, "You’re serious aren’t you?"

"Yep."

"If I do, then you got to do some major pampering afterwards."

"Not a problem. My only submissive quality really."

"I can see that. I should take advantage of it."

"Might be a good idea considering all the naughty things I want to do to you."

After a good long while of doing this, I thought that maybe we should go inside, and make sure that everything was good. Sure enough, the two of them were back in the tub, Sam was trying to get her bra adjusted properly as we came in, and Kev was trying to subtly readjust his trunks.

"Where have you two been?" Sam asked with a smile.

"Just talking." Alex replied as she headed towards the kitchen.

Sam smiled as she looked down, and saw the stocking clad feet of Alex. "Hey Alexandra, where are your shoes?"

"I had to take them off. they were killing me."

"You should get D to give you a foot rub. He should be pretty good at it." Kevin said much to my surprise.

Alex smiled, and shouted back from the kitchen, "I did, and yes, he is pretty good at it to be honest. It was the best I've ever had."

"I hear that about foot guys." Kevin said with a laugh.

Apparently during our little time outside, Kev had managed to choke down some more beer, and smoke another J.  Otherwise, little man was looking for an ass whooping in the middle of his own house. I let it slide that he was too high to stop stupidity from slipping out.

So how do you respond to an asshole?  You be an asshole right back.

"So Kev, when you were little, and your mom beat your ass for setting fire to your back yard, did you get a little hard or did you just bust a nut?"

Okay, the look was priceless. Kevin mouthed the words, "Oh shit," looked at Sam who smiled back at him, and he slowly sank down below the water. Alex looked at me with a mixture of being horrified, and being in hysterics.

"No way! Kevin, you like being turned over someone's knee and being spanked? No wonder you never minded it when the teacher gave you a paddling in elementary school!" Alex said busting out in pure laughter.

Ahh, the tables had finally been turned. My work at that moment was done. But there is still no telling how many people Kev had told, so I was just going to have to bring it up every chance I got until I was satisfied that he had suffered the same amount of exposure as I had.

After a long while of laughing at Kev’s expense, he stood up and said. "Alright, that is enough of that shit. Alex, get your suit on so we can sit here and do this. Maybe if D sees you with next to nothing on, he will leave me alone."

Once again something I was not expecting Kevin to say but it was not the worst thing he could have said at that moment.  As a matter of fact I was not sure how to take it.  So rather than say anything I just helped Alex put things up and then she went and got dressed.

While she was gone, Kevin managed to wander into the kitchen with me.

"Hey bro, I need to talk at you for a sec,"  Kevin said in the slurred speech of a drunk man with a point.

"Ok, what’s on your mind besides the blowjob you just got."

"Saw that huh? Sorry, it was one of those spur of the moment things, and the idea of that we might get caught was too much of a turn-on. That, and I am very drunk," Kevin said.

"Really? I couldn’t tell. So what is it you want to tell me?"

With as much seriousness as Kev could muster at that point, he looked me in the eyes and said, "Look, Alex really likes you. I mean really likes you. She’s been trying to get your attention since we were teenagers. I hate to say this, but I know she turned out to be pretty hot, and well, not that I find you attractive, but you are an alright looking guy. I mean, I guess it is the muscles or something. Big mutha fucka syndrome is what I call it."

Well to be honest, he had my attention. I was worried how I was going to bring up the fact that Alex and I were dating, and that we were wanting to do more than just hold hands and talk. Grown people do other things besides talk when they really like each other. I was wondering if he was cool with it or not. I wanted to know, so it was time to find out what was on his mind. I imagine it took getting him lit to get the subject addressed. If I had known that, I would have gotten him good and fuckered up.

"I can tell that you like her too. I mean, really like her. And although I don’t agree with ALL the freaky shit you two are into, I am not the guy who is going to stand in your way."  Somewhere during this tirade, the floor must have just shifted under his feet, because he almost fell and I had to catch him.

"Thanks dude."

"No problem, big strong guy remember. Freelance means you got a lot of free time to do things like lift weights."

Kevin laughed as I told him, "And the brewery called me to ask if I had found their missing liquor truck."

"True. But let me finish here. If anyone was going to date my little sister, I couldn’t think of a better guy than you. I at least trust you. Just don’t be sucking her toes in front of me while watching a movie or something."

"Well thanks Kev…I think."

"Oh yeah and don’t hurt her please. As a friend, do me that favor, because you’re a big fucker and I don’t want to have to fight you and make you pay my medical bill."

"No intentions of that bro’. Now get back to your girl. And did you cum in the tub?"

Kevin raised his eyebrow like a good drunk friend does and said, "Hell no. Sam swallows. And if I did, do you think I would be sitting in the tub still?"

"Good point."

"Although you do know semen is mostly made of water, so it would like dissolve in the water."

"You know I could have lived the rest of my life without that bit of knowledge."

Kevin laughed as he stumbled back into the tub. I waited for Alex to get back, and I escorted her to the hot tub.

We chatted it up for a few, all of us taking in some fire water, and enjoying the night at the beach with friends. To be honest though, I kind of felt bad for Alex. She looked like she had a rough night, and she really needed to get some sleep. My member protested my kind heart by growing and throbbing every time she gave that cute smile of hers, and her green eyes looked over at me to give me a loving look. I wanted to stay true to my convictions, but Alex didn't make it easy on me when she would rub my member beneath the water, cut me a coy grin, and lightly bite her finger or lip to tell me she was glad to see that I was turned on by her. Yeah, this did not help me stick to my guns, but I don’t bend so easy.

Call me dense, but I was so unaware of how much our hooking up meant to her. I kind of felt like she was slumming a bit to tell you the truth. I mean, she was hot, so why settle for a guy who just lost a decent job, and was freelancing to pay for his bills. I wasn't very enthusiastic about that. She was smart. Yeah, she was only in college, but I was certain that she could do pretty muchanything she she wanted to do. She wanted to get her masters in business administration, which meant that she had some ambition. As for myself, I had become jaded, and wasn’t really looking much past what I was doing right then. Sure, I thought that I might need to get a real job soon, but at that time I was content to be a bit of a slacker.

Somewhere around 1 a.m. we all decided it was getting late. Truth was, I think Kev and Sam wanted to fuck, and Alex had to be at her parent's restaurant in the morning, so she needed to catch some Z's herself. As for me, my balls felt like lead weights, and my Rod probably could have cracked a diamond. But no need to press the matter. I mean, I could have just rubbed one out, and let it be done, but I am a stubborn ass, and I wanted to save my load for this pretty young woman who had managed to tear down some pretty harsh walls in a matter of a few days.

Can you tell what is going to happen in the future?

Anyway Sam was the second to get out of the tub after drunk ass Kevin, and as she did she accidentally brushed her foot against my cock. She giggled softly, and muttered in slurred speech with a wink, "Sorry, didn’t see him there."

As a man, I knew exactly what to do right then and there. Play stupid to save myself. Bite my tongue until blood comes out my nose, but whatever I did, I could not say it was okay, or you can do it again to make sure I didn’t like it. Oh, no my genius was increased by the clarity of thought one gets when drinking.  I said, "Huh? Didn’t see what?"

Sam gave me a knowing grin and replied, "Nothing. See you two tomorrow."

"Oh yeah, see ya."

"Good night," Alex said.

Okay, so now I could take my raging boner and climb out of the whirlpool to helped Alex out. I decided in my drunken state, it would be best not to try and carry her. So I helped her walk back to my room, and closed the door behind us.

"I feel you lovin’ on my hip dude," she said with a little smile.

"Yeah, well he's got good taste," I replied looking down at my cock as it tried to ravage her hip.

"So you wanna play tonight?"

"Nah, you need to get some rest, and I can wait."  I actually think I heard my groin weeping in defeat.

She smiled at me, and kissed me softly. "Too bad. I think I need just a little more unwinding so I can go to sleep good tonight."

"Huh?" Oh I wasn’t playing dumb there. I really missed her point.

"I tell you what D, you use that tongue of yours on me tonight, and I will make so you can hardly walk tomorrow when we finally get home. Maybe sooner."

Now that registered. Perhaps it was the lack of blood on my brain that missed the seduction of Alex, but now I was catching the drift. So in keeping with my mood of pleasing her, I tossed her to the bed and undid her top and bottoms, and rubbed my hands all over her wet body. She moaned softly as she touched herself. Once again, this meant so much more to her than I was aware of at the moment.

I teased her clit with my fingers, kissed her tummy, and worked my way down until I reached the promise land. Hot, juicy, and wet is one way to describe her slit right then. Sheer heavenly is the way I would describe it. Besides my foot fetish I do enjoy giving oral to a woman, especially on a little pink slit like Alex's. She writhed uncontrollably, grinding her hips up against the air, working my lips even harder on her button as I placed it between my lips, and rubbed my tongue against it. I guess she had been in the mood for a while because she was getting a little too close to a full out orgasm than I had planned on, so as I felt her inner walls quivering in anticipation for her release, I teasingly backed off from my tongue action, which was focused on her clit so thoroughly. I then pulled my fingers from inside her, and slid my tongue inside in their stead. Oh man, she tasted so good. I couldn't help but try to devour her in some animalistic carnage.

She let out one of those deep sighs of exasperation, and clawed at my back, reaching up and grabbing my hair with one hand, and then her other hand went to try and massage the orgasm from her clit. I would have none of that, so I pushed her hand to the side, and then tucked it under her back, holding it firm to make sure that she was not going to climax too soon. She gave me a little moan in protest of my choice then, but I was determined to make it almost painful for her when she finally got to release her day's aggressions, and. I wanted to be the sole reason for her cumming so hard she would hopefully pass out from the pleasure.

After several minutes of probing her pinkness with my tongue, I decided that she had had enough, and she needed to finally get some rest. So I leaned back, and smiled at her as I slid my fingers back inside her. Again I pressed my mouth to her little pink bud, pressed my fingers against her G-spot, and began my ferocious barrage of pleasuring her. Alex writhed and thrashed about, grabbing at me, and raking her nails over my skin. All manner of obscenities escaped her lips, and some of them were calling for Jesus and God during her moment. She even cussed me a little as she rocked her hips back and forth until she finally wrapped her legs around me, pressing the soles of her feet into my back. I got to admit though, it was a monster of a turn-on to get her so worked up like that.

Finally she let out a high pitched whine followed by a gasping and panting as she began to cum all over the place. I had to bury my face in her pussy, and lap it all up as she did. But I guess I got a little carried away, because in a breathless gap she kept repeating over and over again, "Please stop!"

Finally it was more like begging for me to stop, so I slowly brought it all to a halt. Her body quivered and shook from her pleasure. Like I've said in the past, I love doing stuff like that. She needed a good bit of relaxing, and I like to think I followed through. I kissed her pinkness one last time before I slid up beside her in the bed. I looked over at her, and she had already drifted off to sleep. No pay off for the D-man, but hey, when you think about it, when she woke up and gossiped about me to her friends, she would have nothing bad to say about how selfless I was. I placed my arm out for her, and she slide over to me and curled up on my chest, her head resting on my arm. and her leg across my throbbing cock. Oh, I was so tempted to do something to her, but I was actually getting tired myself, and it always took so long for me to get mine. I just wanted to hold her while we slept.

She woke me up somewhere around 8 that morning with a light kiss as she touched my face. It was heavenly looking into her green eyes as I woke up.

"Morning," she whispered.

"Morning sweetie. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, but I woke up feeling a little guilty I passed out on you like that."

I shrugged and smiled. "No biggie. Just consider it a pardon for me if I ever do it to you."

"I do give good head, don't I baby?" She said with a laugh.

"You do at that, but I like other things, too just just as much," I said as I rubbed the top of my foot against the warm soft sole of her foot.

She smiled softly as she kissed me. "Well, I like to think you like me for my entire body, including my brain."

She hit the nail right on the head. There wasn't anything I didn't like about her. She was one of those girls who could hang with the guys, and turn right around and be girlie when it was time for her to act sweet. She was not exactly high maintenance. When she wanted something that might be a tid bit expensive, she usually got it herself. In the future, this made doing nice things for her actually something special, and not just going through the numbers playing a role. But I am getting ahead to another story.

"I hate to do this to you baby, but I need to go and get dressed. I know you are pretty backed up there. Your cock kept poking me in the leg all night, but I promise you this afternoon or tonight I will take care of you. So drink plenty of fluids, and you can make as big of a mess as you want," she said with a smile.

Hmmm… yeah I guess I could deal with that proposition. Not like I had planned on keeping my spunk to myself really. I like to paint my canvas, and she was definitely a work of art. I found myself rubbing my nose against hers, and lightly running my fingers up her back until she had goose bumps all over her skin.

"No fair D," she said with a lame bit whisper like a kid complaining.

"Life’s not fair," I replied.

Eventually she did manage to get away from me, and make it to the shower, but I am a persistent bugger. I followed her in to help her get, ummm, clean before she left for work. Like she said, it was going to be a short day, and I was unsure of what to do for the five or so hours she was going to be gone. My first thought was to go down to the beach. But I already had my year round tan, so there was no need to be sunning. I could take her bike for a spin, but that required more energy than I was wanting to expend right then and there. I could actually do some work. I did have the laptop with me, and the house was pretty quiet. I had plenty saved up, but the truth was that a little flow into the account didn't hurt at all. So I sat out on the couch for a little bit, writing my thought processes out for an assignment I was interested in doing. You know, one of those, hey they never thought about it, and I got some ideas for it.

I may have been an hour into it, doing the traditional walking around thinking out loud, putting down details, having a smoke here and there, going back and writing some more. And then Sam made her way into the living room wearing a long tank top and pajama pants. Something I am certain that she did not have on during the night.

"Hi," she said as she drifted through the living room.

"Hey." I looked back down the hall, and no Kevin. "How in the hell does he manage to make it to work on time when all he does during the day is sleep."

"He's a tech. He's crazy to be doing that job in the first place. All that whining about machines not working, and all sorts of shit,"  Sam said as she went to the fridge to get a little something to drink. "Have fun last night?"

Well, imagine that I was about ten seconds into a conversation, and I was already not wanting to have it. I needed tact on my side right then and there, so I said, "Beg your pardon?" Yep, tact had abandoned me like an unwanted child on the door step of a orphanage.

Sam cut me a little grin, and came and sat beside me. "Well, I was talking about Alex and you going off to bed, and me hearing Alex enjoying some of the D, but now that I think about it, did you have fun with me at all?"

Damn it! You know, as fast as I like to think I am, I should have just started in on Alex and me having a good time talking and such, and cut off any chance of the conversation going back to the footjob she had been giving me in the whirlpool. Oh no, instead I left a door open on a girl who seemed to be pretty smart, and didn't miss a chance to try and weasel a little uncomfortable sex topic in there. I guess that is why we got along. Kink deserves conversation no matter what the kink (although there is just some kink that I can never be down with). I tried to focus on my notes and ideas, and play the conversation off as something of a interlude, but nothing to take seriously.

"Well I am certain Alex had fun, and I enjoyed doing it for her. As far as you and I are concerned though, yeah I enjoyed it, but I don’t think we should make a habit of it."

"Hmmm…" Sam hummed to herself, which was an indication that there was going to be something coming in afterwards. All I needed to do was wait for it. "That was kind of cold D. But I guess I can understand how you feel. You got this hot little girlfriend who you want to keep happy, and be happy with, and here is your best friend's girlfriend talking to you about wanting to make you cum all over the place."

Cumming? Who said anything about cumming? Wait a second, what was I in the middle of? Was I being set up? I hardly knew Sam, but she seemed to know more about me.

"One might be inclined to say that if they were in my place," I responded.  I thought it was good.

"You know, I know you are thinking about it, but trying to ignore me right?"

No shit!

"I think you want to do something nasty to me, and you are scared to say it because you are worried that Alex and Kevin might find out."

Yep, that is exactly it. And you know what, that little beautiful woman with the sweet disposition will kick my ass until my nose bleeds after what her boyfriend did to her, and I know exactly what he did.

"Well here is a little secret you may not know. I may be marrying your friend, but we plan on keeping this relationship open, and he likes to know I am safe with the guys I choose, just like I want to know he is safe with his girls."

Yeah, that sounds like Kevin. Commitment with an escape clause. Not that I have any room to talk, because instead of excusing myself from the situation, I was still sitting there thinking about if she is really talking to me about this, what exactly does she consider kinky. Because right then I was thinking if I dressed up like a circus clown in drag, and wanted to pump bubbles up her ass, she would call that pretty vanilla.

She smiled as she pushed me back against the couch, away from my laptop on the coffee table, and leaned in whispering in my ear. "I also know that Alex is a great kisser, and she knows how to use her tongue to please a woman."

R’ut r’oh raggy!

"Huh?" Yep that was all I could manage to say.

"Oh, I guess she hasn’t told you that we had a little girl fun last week when we were out shopping."

How is it that I am always the last one to know about these things? Yeah I knew Alex was bi, but I never would have thought she would have been the type of girl to seduce her older brother's girlfriend.

"Hard yet?" Sam asked nibbling on my neck.

Actually, nope I wasn't. See, I was a little too confused to be aroused right then.

Sam straddled my thigh, placed her hand inside her pants, and started to enjoy the thoughts racing through her mind as she did a little grinding on my leg. She hissed softly in my ear, and touched her lips to mine. "You know, we talked about you. It's why I've gotten so interested in you."

D’oh! I had been blaming Kevin for a good portion of his big mouth, and yes he was somewhat responsible for it, but Alex had shared some details too.

"Don’t think too hard about this babe!" She cooed in my ear as her fingers seemed to have found a particularly sweet spot in between her legs. "If the roles were reversed, trust me, Kevin wouldn't think twice about it. Besides, he's fucked my little sister before."

Apparently instead of coming to a beach house for the summer, I had decided to make a left turn into the Carnal version of the twilight zone.  Everybody here was having sex with someone who was close or related to their significant other. And they had the nerve to call me the King of Kink?  HA! If they only knew what I had walked into this summer, I would have been called the born again virgin.

"But I am thinking that you want to save yourself for Alex this evening. Well, you want to save a big load for her anyway." Sam said in a gasping voice as she lightly planted her forehead against my neck. Her arm was working overtime between her legs, and I could feel the heat from her slit on my thigh. I was certain that I was going to be feeling her juices any minute.

"I'm gonna help you with that," she hissed out as she began to rub my cock through my pants.

You know I should have played the role of the bigger man right then. But I didn't. Yep, I gave in to temptation completely and totally. Besides, giving into temptation is the only real way to sate it. Sam stood up dropping her pants on the floor. No undies. Guess she didn't have much use for them anyway. Not that I minded at all. She grinned softly as she licked her damp fingers, and peered at me like a naughty school girl. "Turn so you can watch me cum."

She then took a seat at the other end of the couch, and I turned so I could watch. Then she went to town rubbing her little pink bud furiously as she drove some of her fingers deep inside her. She moaned and hissed softly as I saw her juices flooding out of her slit. She then pressed both feet into my crotch rubbing my meat firmly through my track pants.

"Take them off!" Sam demanded in a breathless hiss.

I am inclined to give into an orgasmic woman's demands, although I got to admit it was a role reversal for me. I'm use to giving the orders. I slid my pants down, and sat back down. Her feet began to press, stroke and fondle my cock into a furious, pulsing, and throbbing hard-on. She then pressed both feet hard into my balls as she raised up against the couch, tumbling over the edge of cumming, and she took a free pillow and covered her face, shouting and cussing in muffled tones into the pillow. Yep, it hurt a little, but I was so turned on I didn't know what to do with myself. I wanted to cum to tell you the truth, but it had happened so fast, I knew I needed some more work to get there.

She then slowly backed down, and stroked my cock, lightly and habitually with her warm damp feet. Apparently the orgasm had gotten more than just her slit warm. She looked up suddenly when a stream of pre-cum drizzled out of the head of my rod and over the toes of her feet.

She grinned softly at me and stopped. "Sorry baby, but you don't get to cum right now."

To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. I guess my disappointment was easy to read on my face.

Sam cooed with a little sympathy for me, "I'm sorry. I know your boys have got to be hurting something fierce from all the teasing and none of the cumming."

Oh she was so right there. My boys felt like they each weight about thirty pounds and were going to drag the floor if I didn’t get rid of the tension soon. I wanted to say it was okay, but I couldn’t bring myself to lie like that, so I just shrugged it off and painfully got up to pull my pants back on.

"We can go all the way some other time. I promise,"  Sam said as she laid back against the arm of the chair.

It was fine really. I was supposed to be meeting Alex in a little bit anyway, and the shower was bound to help. So I said my piece of cheerful, "Oh yeah, you better believe it! You tease me like that, and I'm going to paint your little silly ass white."

Tough talk form the guy denied three orgasmic moments in less than 24 hours. Hell, even Kevin had gotten more game than me during the course of the day than I had, and only one girl was trying to get him to cum. Guess more isn't so much better. This case proved that once again the rule definitely does not apply to everyone.

After taking a cold shower (BTW I’ve been told that taking a cold shower does not really help. It only makes your urges worse), followed by a warm shower to actually get clean, I got ready to go and pick up Alex from work. Let me tell you, I was more than ready to see the girl. I walked into the restaurant, and stood at the hostess station waiting for my lovely to stroll back.
You know in movies they do that whole slow motion thing when the guy's girl of his dreams comes walking towards him. Truth is, in real life it is not slow motion. It is just a flood of thoughts that rush into your head like a tidal wave. This makes everything seem surreal, and the slow motion part, well that is just our perspective I guess.

Anyway, there was the beautiful Alexandra, dressed in her little black dress, her make-up was just barely there, and her full lips were pressed into a smile. I had to look to see if she really kept her promise, and sure enough there were the black nylons I so wanted to make a joy drop onto. She wore some little boots. I guess she had changed out of her heels because she knew there was going to be some walking involved.

"Hi beautiful!" I said with one of those 'look at what I got smiles.'

"Hey sexy. I'm ready when you are," Alex said as she wrapped her arms around me in an affectionate hug.

Ready?  Hmmm, not that I have anything against romance or the such, but my testicles ached, her touch made my cock throb, and I could have taken her right then and there in front of everyone in the place. But clarity of thought (damn clarity) kept my sense about me, and told me that I should follow through with my day. The longer I waited, the better the outcome. Of course, lead weights hanging between my legs did very little to assure me that I had made the right choice.

So the day out was a fun one. We spent time strolling through one of the oceanside parks. We walked around the town square, stopping in some of the shops, and I decided to buy a few little trinkets for her, to which she protested, saying she could buy her own things. My argument was not that I didn't think she could afford little ends and such, but it was something I wanted to do for her. We did go to the go-cart track, mainly because she had this belief that she was going to out drive me in these little vibrating carts. Okay, it sucked because I outweighed her by more than a hundred pounds, and weight does count when you are dealing with little fifteen horse powered go-carts. It was kind of silly, but it was fun.

We stopped on the boardwalk to watch the sun set, and take in some greasy corn dogs. We were acting like an adorable, albeit odd couple. We eventually made our way back to our cars, and we both planned on meeting up at the house. When we got back, we noticed that Kevin and Sammy were gone. There was a note about them going to dinner, and they would be back in time to go out to the club that night.

Sensational! A few hours before we had to worry about how loud we were, and what we couldn't do. It sparked a bit of spontaneous mischief on our parts as we kissed and fondled one another in the hallway leading into the kitchen, and dining room. Then I got this wonderful idea of going up to the widows walk for some naughty fun. Mind you, the widows walk and the observation room above the study was like the fourth floor of the house. Remember this, beach houses, around here at least, are usually at least three stories tall. The first floor is usually the parking, and sometimes a little parlor or recreation room. This house was huge. Kev and Alex's parents didn't do badly for themselves, and this house was not their favorite, which is why Kev was allowed to move in it for free.

As we ascended the staircase, Alex would take a stocking foot, place it at my crotch, and rub my cock mercilessly as we climbed. She'd say, "Oops, sorry about that" each time she did it. It might have been an accident after the first or second time she did it, but it was like every two steps I was getting a crotch full of soles and toes. My cock wanted to burst free, and take Alex on the staircase. But I held myself back. As we came to the top, I grabbed her by the shoulders, pinned her to the glass wall, and kissed her like I wanted to devour her. She tugged at my polo shirt, and pulled it over my head, pressing back against me, and nibbling and biting me on the neck.

She then pushed me to one of the wide swivel arm chairs sitting up there, and leaned over and turned on a lamp sitting on an end table. The room wasn't large. It was mostly meant for someone who wanted to escape from the rest of the house to do some reading or quiet thinking. There was a little small stereo up there, and she fumbled around in the end table drawer until she found a remote. She switched it on to something to add a little ambience. Apparently she had been up here lately because one of her trance CD's was in, and it started up with something that sounded like a rainstorm. No matter, I enjoyed thunderstorms, and it just helped with the mood.

She turned back to me with a naughty grin, tugged my belt, and pulled my pants down and off of me.

"Hey baby, don't you think you should kill the light first?" I asked looking around, cautious of being seen.

She smiled at me winking as she did. "Um no. You don’t have anything to be ashamed of D, and I ain’t too terribly worried about anyone seeing us up here. They might actually have to be looking to find us from one of the other houses. Besides I like the idea that someone might see me pleasing my man."

Well, talk about some motivation to get a cock hard. She had said it, and meant it. She took my member in her hand, and began to stroke it like she was milking it for gold. Satisfied with how rigid I was, she took it into her mouth, and as she did, she looked up at me with a naughty look, and sucked it for all her worth.

She got my cock good and wet, and began to stroke it again with the same ferocity as before.

"Hey baby, I kind of like being called names while I do this. If you don't mind. And tell me what to do," she said with a hot breathless tone.

Oh good. God damn! I was going to be in heaven here. She was wanting me to do the bad mouthing during the sex thing, and I was more than happy to play the role of a belligerent master telling his little slave girl what to do.

"Suck it good you little bitch,"  I hissed through my teeth. "But you better not make me cum in your mouth you little slut."

Apparently this worked for her because she began to work my cock over with soft kisses and nibbles, stroking it, and deep-throating me like she couldn't get enough. She moaned with excitement, and began to grab at her breast. I could see her nipples growing firm under her thin little dress, and this served to turn me on even more. She was good at this, a little too good as a matter of fact. I had to stop her now, or I wasn't going to get my foot fix. So I grabbed her by her hair, and tugged her head back. I gave her a little smile as I held her tightly as she looked up at me. "I said not to make me cum in you mouth you little whore."

"I can't help it if you are not man enough to hold your spunk little boy … I mean master," she said with a little grin, flicking her tongue on the seam of my cock.

Oh she knew calling me a boy would burn me up. Even if it was her joking around, she knew that I was going to go into the angry mode after hearing that. Guess I wasn't doing the playing here. I was being played. I lifted her up, standing up myself, pushed her into the swivel chair, and tore, not pulled off, but tore off her little dental floss thong as I lifted her so that her beautiful ass rested on the arm of the chair. I then  felt the need to shove my cock inside her with all my weight pushing behind it.

She let out a muffled scream of pleasure and pain when I did that, and grabbed my forearms, digging her nails into my skin. Oh, she was strong for such a tiny thing.

"What's the matter boy?  Did I get under your skin a little?" She growled at me with a sneer on her face.

My response was an 'oh fuck that noise look,' and I began to run my cock in her long and hard. She moaned with each thrust, grunting a little each time I bottomed out inside her.

"That’s it. Fuck me like a man!" She snarled at me, placing her right foot on my shoulder, and grinding the heel of her other foot in my thigh.

This got me going good, as I was drilling her with all my might. And here's the strange part about doing that. When I am going that hard at fucking, I don't usually feel like I am going to ever get close. Yeah it feels good, but my mind is someplace else, and an orgasm means very little at that point. So I don't usually have to worry about whether or not I am going to cum, because I’m not.

I took her foot, and placed it on my face, sucking in the aromas of a leather clad foot in stockings all day. Her smell was strong, and incredible. I forgot that she had wore the same hose for two days of being on her feet. There was that salty hint of vinegar in the scent. It was perfect, and strong. It felt like the head of my rod was going to pop from the pressure, but I couldn't back down at all. I rammed it in harder if anything else.

I felt her juices starting flow in tremendous gushes around my cock as I thrust it in, and I heard her moaning and squealing with each impact. She dug her nail into my triceps as I worked her over like this. This time she tore away a little skin, and I felt the wounds being exposed to the air. This didn't bother me at all. As a matter of fact, it only served to increase my desires for her.

After god knows how long of this, she bit her lower lip, and then started to pant and squeal a little. "Oh god! I’m gonna cum!  Make me cum master! Please make me cum!"  She squealed at me.

What did she think I was trying to do, give her a massage? Funny how you think of that stuff when it's all over, but right then and there I had no intentions of anything less than a gut wrenching near painful orgasm for her. I took a hand, and started to rub her clit, using my thrusting to move my fingers over her little pink button. I felt her orgasm erupt all around my cock as I did that. She screamed with exasperation and pleasure, bucking her hips as she writhed from the intense sensation. Man, I wished my orgasms were that good. Ask and ye shall receive I am told.  I kept it up for a few minutes more until she grabbed my wrist, and begged me to stop.

Imagine my disappointment right then when I thought we were done, and I still hadn't gotten mine. Oh, this was going to be a long weekend indeed. But after a few minutes of catching her breath, she smiled at me as she got up. "Get in the chair D. I owe you this."

Oh, I was happy to hear that. Not only was I going to get mine, but my legs were tired too. Yep, the things you think about. I took a seat and waited as she got on the floor, and placed her feet on either side of my cock. She stroked it gently with her stocking clad feet.

"Do they smell everything like you wanted them to?" She asked with a smile on her face as she looked up at me.

I leaned down, taking one of her feet by the ankle, and ran my nose over her toes, and down the ball of her foot. "Oh god yes!"

"Good," she said softly as she pulled her foot back, and placed it firmly on my sack, massaging it, and my cock with her other foot. "Now lean back and enjoy this my helpless little master."

The pot calling the kettle black but who cares right?

I leaned back, feeling her feet working my meat over, taking turns swapping from between pumping the cum from my balls to stroking  the seam of my cock. She tilted up, undid her bra, and tossed it to the side. Then she pulled down the top of her dress, and squeezed her breasts together, playing with her nipples while she did. Oh man, was she heavenly to look at. She was my dark angel right then and there. I thought of how lucky I had been to get a girl like this.

"Hey D, look in the drawer and get the letter opener in there," she said with a smile.

Imagine that there was indeed a letter opener in there. Hmm… I wonder how it got there? Guess someone had been a more thorough planner than I had given her credit for. But the reason behind this was still passing through my mind.

"Now dear one, cut my toes free so you can feel some skin with the nylon," she said remembering a story I told her about my likes.

I was eager to get this part happening, and she stopped long enough for me to accomplish this. Now all ten toes were free, and wiggling loose for my pleasure. I leaned down and sucked the day's worth of sweat from each one, loving the taste. Alex cuddled herself, and squeaked lightly with pleasure as I did this. I could feel pre-cum dripping from the head of my cock when I was doing this too, so I knew it wasn’t going to take too long for the finale.

Alex pushed me back against my seat, and then went back to work on my cock. Gripping and pinching the head lightly with her now free toes, she grabbed at the seam just below the head (the sweet spot for me), and massaged my nuts with the toes of her other foot as she did this. A little pain mixed in with the pleasure, what a wonderful delight. Nope, this wasn’t going to take long at all. She then planted both feet together at the base of my cock, and pulled upward, stroking my rod from base to tip. A gout of pre-cum spurted out, and lubed up the whole deal super slick. She gave me a little smile, and then she began to work my cock over like a champ. Up and down, lightly striking down to the base, and gently against my boys who were so full that I swore they were going to rupture.

She then went and placed one foot behind my cock, forcing it forward with her arch, and with the other she used the ball of her foot to firmly stroke it using my ever drizzling pre-cum as the lubricant. I let out a huge sigh as she worked me over. I was more than just a little happy. My cock throbbed and batted away from her foot when I tensed up just the slightest bit.

"That’s it baby. Just relax and cum for me," she said softly as she bit the tip of her finger.

Damn innocent displays! Damn my pent up boys! And damn her and her demands! I was done for when she told me to cum. There was no turning back from there. I felt my body tensing up, and my member and boys throbbing, and pulsing, ready to make good on the order. A creamy white shot sailed through the air as my cock spasmed from the now glancing force of her soft toes and foot. I fired again, and again. It was uncontrolled, sporadic, and bountiful. I was finally painting my canvas with my divine paints. She cooed and squealed a few times as I kept cumming.

"That's it you bastard. Get all that nasty nut out on me," she said giggling.

Finally I thought I was done, and I felt her toes grip at my head, milking it some more, and I could feel the ball of her foot slowly working its way around the base of the shaft, and onto my balls. Then she lightly pressed down, and I felt a drizzle of thick cum splash out of the head, over her toes, and then dripping down to her other foot. I had to gasp out the words, "please stop" before she did indeed stop. She took her time about stopping too, as she stroked my cock eagerly, ripping for a second less spectacular bout of watery cum that left me completely exhausted.

I looked up from my position, which was the back of my head planted firmly against the chair with my eyes shut tightly. I had to survey her foot work, and my handiwork. I was amazed at my ferocity in the exchange. I had shot ropes all up her dress, and breast. It looked as though a few had managed to make it onto her neck, and a single line across her cheek told me that I had gone a bit too long before my release. She had paid the price for it, not that she seemed to mind. She was busy drawing little designs with it on her exposed breast.

"My, my, you seemed to enjoy yourself didn’t you?" She said softly.

"Yeah, I guess I did." Yeah I was dumb again, but at least I was honest.

Alex massaged my cock for a little while longer, and then she stood up, using my shirt to wipe the cum from her cheek. Yeah, I wasn't going to wear that until it was washed. She then took a moment to kiss me, and collect our things. We still had to somehow muster the energy to go out on the town with Kevin and Sam when they got back, which was sure to be any minute.

We had some more fun in the shower, and our night on the town ended a little earlier than planned because we were eager to get back to the house, and have some more fun. The summer had more similar experiences, and while Kev and Sam were away over the weekend, we pushed the envelope a little more for public displays, but I will save that one.

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