Ted and Al rode in the front seat and Jeannie and I sat in the captains chairs behind them. I sat behind Ted, who was driving. We were heading to what we called "The Lake".
Actually, where we were going was the Salmon River, about ten miles out of town. Ted's uncle had a lodge on the river and he let us use it on the weekends, if he wasn't around. He lived in Chicago, so "not around" was pretty often.
The lodge sat on a large piece of land at the bend in the river and the water there was about half a mile across, from shore to shore.
So sitting on the dock that reached into the water, or sitting on the front porch of the cabin gave the impression of being on a larger body of water. Ted was the one who started calling it "The Lake" and it caught on with the four of us.
It was a wonderful place to go to. At our age there wasn't a lot a person could do other than go to the movies, or go "parking".
Obviously, we could have fun at the movies, but that got a little expensive for someone in high school.
And parking was okay, too, but tough for a double date. Someone had to be in the front seat, and that always created problems.
So when Ted's uncle told him he could use the lodge occasionally for fishing, or "whatever", Ted jumped at the chance. And since we'd been double dating with Jeannie and Al for close to a year, we thought it only natural to invite them along. We'd been coming up to the lodge, off and on, for about two months now. Ted's uncle, Mike, called the lodge his "little cabin".
The "cabin" was actually a huge, richly appointed, four bedroom log house that sat on a hundred and forty acres of prime woodland. He must have paid a fortune for it because it was surrounded on three sides by national forest land and sat right on the banks of the Salmon River, the largest river in the area.
Mike was a successful commodities broker in Chicago, and he'd fly out here to California every couple of months to get away and unwind.
Mike also had a reputation as a swinger and a playboy. He was 31 years old, single and immensely wealthy, or at least appeared to be. Everytime we saw Mike, he'd have a beautiful young girl with him, and the few times we visited him at the "cabin", they would both be in various stages of undress. Ted's uncle definitely knew how to enjoy life.
We liked Mike.
There was plenty of room in the lodge for privacy, and usually we'd separate and find our own little nook or cranny and make out after drinking a few beers, or playing cards and such.
Tonight though, I had a feeling that the four of us were going to experience a change in our relationship. And I didn't feel that privacy would be too much of a concern either.
The relationship between Jeannie and I had already changed.
After our little show and tell, without the tell, in the theater, Jeannie and I had established the fact quite clearly that we enjoyed "watching". I guess it's more like we had discovered that fact. But it was obvious to me that we had both enjoyed that experience immensely.
How the boys would feel about it, if they knew, was another matter. But I had a feeling that we'd be addressing that soon.
I felt myself getting wet again, remembering the sight of Al's hard cock gliding through Jeannie's fingers.
"Lost in thought? Or lost in space?" Jeannie's voice cut through my thoughts.
Laughing, I said, "Just lost I guess! Where are we?"
"Almost there," she said. "We just turned on to Old Post Road, so we have about twenty minutes. I thought we'd lost you, there."
She grinned and handed me a bottle of Cuervo Gold Tequila. It was a new bottle, but it had obviously gone around once. I took a swig and shuddered. The warmth hit me immediately.
"Where did this come from, guys?" I asked the front seat. "Somebody raiding somebody's liquor cabinet?"
"My mom 'forgot' she bought it," Ted replied. "Too bad, huh?"
"Yeah," I said, leaning forward to pass him the bottle. "Too bad we have to drive home. I wouldn't mind tying one on tonight, seems like a great night to party."
As I spoke, I slid the bottle into Ted's lap, pushing it between his legs. As I released the bottle, I dropped my hand onto his dick, which immediately started to grow under my fingers.
I turned my head to look at Al. His gaze was riveted on my hand in Ted's lap. I smiled and repeated, "Yeah, a great night to party." I squeezed Ted's cock, grinned at Al, and leaned back into my seat, my hand slowly gliding along the length of Ted's shaft, and out of his lap.
"Hang on to that bottle boys," I cooed, settling back into my seat. "But take it slow, you might need your strength."
Both boys laughed nervously.
Jeannie, meanwhile had swiveled her seat around and was facing the back of the van. When I turned my seat to join her, she leaned over to me and whispered, "God, I am so hot! I've never felt this way before. Watching you in the movies, with Ted's cock in your hand was too, too exciting!"
"You too," I replied. "I can't believe we did that!"
"They'd kill us if they knew," Jeannie said with a scheming smile on her face. "I don't think they're ready for that. But the sight of Ted's cock coming off in your hand! God! He's sooo BIG!"
Her eyes rolled back in her head, in mock dismay, and I laughed at her antics.
As she was speaking, her hand moved up to her heaving chest, and started to unconsciously move back and forth across her breasts.
"I can't stand it!" she whispered.
I dropped my eyes to follow the movement of her hand, and my own hand crept up the front of my blouse. "Me too!" I whispered back.
"You know," Jeannie continued, "I thought that I had gotten as hot and as high as I was going to get, sexually speaking, without actually fucking Al. But after tonight I realize how little I really know about this stuff. I don't think we have to lose our precious virginity to get off with a bang. Or," she said, motioning with her eyes towards the front seat, "to get them off with a bang".
"Oh, they're easy," I said with a laugh. "Ted is perfectly happy when I give him a slow hand job. I let him play with my tits, and use his wonderful fingers in my pussy." I shuddered thinking about that. "And he knows damn well that I don't plan on losing 'anything' right now."
My eyes stayed on Jeannie's hand, which was starting to unbutton the buttons of her blouse and was slipping inside, moving slowly over her bra. Her eyes were closed as she listened to me.
I was transfixed by the motion of her hand and the expanse of flesh that was showing. Jeannie and I had seen each other naked on hundreds of occasions but I'd never looked at her this way. Now it was so sexual I really didn't know how to feel. I did know that it was getting me hot. I'd worry about the rest later. Tonight, after all, was party night.
I sat back and continued to caress my own breasts. Jeannie was getting me hot with her hand motions. It was like watching an X-rated movie starring my best friend!
Her hand slipped under her bra as she continued her fondling, and my eyes followed each move. My hands followed her lead, squeezing my own tits through my blouse.
The guys were absorbed in quiet conversation in the front seat. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but occasionally I'd hear our names, or some "key" words, so I assumed they were talking about us just as we were about them. I turned my attention back to Jeannie.
"I was just thinking," she said dreamily, "Thinking of how hot I got watching you jerk Ted off. It was sooo hot!"
Her fingers traced lazy circles around her nipples.
"Tell me something, Trace," Jeannie whispered, leaning close to me. "Have you ever thought about sucking his cock? I mean it looks so hot in those movies. It's kind of like just jerking him off but you just use your mouth." Her voice had taken on a dreamy tone. And her eyes had glazed over. I don't think she was in need of an answer, so I just let her continue. Her words were getting me hot!
"Al's been hinting," she was whispering. "I think he's getting tired of hand jobs."
She leaned close to my ear, with a conspiratorial look on her face.
"And I've been wondering what it would be like to – you know – to suck him."
She looked at me with wide eyes, searching my face for some kind of approval, or support.
I was too confused to offer either, and I guess a response wasn't really necessary. Instead I just mumbled something like "Hmmm," and kept my eyes focused on her hand.
Her hand slipped back into the top of her bra, searching for, and finding a nipple. She moaned softly, under her breath, as she pinched it.
"I'll tell ya Jeannie said, I've tasted his come a bunch of times, but I've never really sucked his cock. Maybe it's time." She was working herself up now, her hand busy under her bra, and her legs were opening and closing to some unheard rhythm.
She wasn't really talking to ME, she was just talking. Maybe trying to convince herself.
"I think that maybe I'm ready for that." Her eyes opened to two slits and locked onto mine.
"And Al's hinted that he wants to, you know, eat me! Use his tongue on my pussy! And I know I'm ready for that! God! That would feel sooo good. I just know it!" Her left hand slid into her lap, rubbing her pussy mound lightly through her jeans.
Her voice, although just barely loud enough for me to hear, was getting raspy in her growing excitement.
Her breathing slowed as she attempted to regain her composure. Her eyes opened and she looked at me. "Geez, get a grip, Jeannie, huh?" she laughed. "I'm losin' it here!" She shook her head.
"Gimme that bottle!" she yelled to the front seat. She reached over, and behind her head, making a clutching motion with her hand.
"Hand it here, you stud muffins!" she said with a laugh. Al passed the bottle, and fit it into her outstretched hand.
"You're not getting drunk back there, are you?" Al asked with a hint of concern in his voice. Jeannie looked at me, as if to say she knew his "concern" was coming more from his lap than his heart.
"Don't worry, loverboy," she said, looking at me with a smile. "I'm only getting drunk enough so you can take advantage of me!"
Jeannie laughed at the silence coming from the front seat. "It's so easy to shake 'em up!" she whispered to me.
I was anxious to resume our conversation. Talking about sex with Jeannie was one of my all time favorite things to do.
"I've thought about sucking Ted's cock," I whispered to her. "God, I think about it all the time. If I knew I could do it like we see in the movies I'd blow him right now. I'm just not sure how it would go, and I want Ted's first blow job to be something he'll remember all his life." My hands continued to stroke my tits. "Maybe I should practice on someone else first!" I said laughing.
"I'll call Jim Burkley!" Jeannie laughed back at me. That broke us both up. Jim Burkley was a basketball player at our high school who, although he wasn't overly handsome, had a reputation for being extremely "well endowed". Rumor had it that his cock, when fully erect, measured a full fourteen inches long with a circumference of close to five and a half inches!
Julie, who's a close friend of Jeannie and I went out with him once, and reported to us that the rumors were entirely true! The guy was huge, she said. She could barely close her hand around his cock as it grew in her hand, and she had to use both hands to jerk him off! But Julie did jerk him off, and more, and now they'd been going steady for about four months. They both looked really happy, but Jeannie and I still talked about his "horse cock".
Maybe someday, I thought, I could get Julie to let me watch as she jerked Jim off.
I took a few moments to imagine having that thing in my mouth. I couldn't picture it, but I could sure picture giving ol' Jim a hand job. I'd love to watch a big cock like that shoot.
I looked over at Jeannie and we both cracked up again at her suggestion. Obviously, she'd taken the same few minutes to picture Jim's big dick in her mind.
I never really was too envious of Julie because I figured that a cock that size is just too much to handle on a regular basis. I'm sure she'd disagree, but I was more than happy with Ted's cock.
I never measured him, but I figured he was about nine and a half inches long – still pretty big by most standards, and just perfect by mine.
Jeannie said that she thought Al was more like eight inches long, and after seeing him up close tonight, I figured she was right. Al's cock though was about the same circumference as Ted's, and she said it got as hard as a rock. Ted's stays a bit pliable when he gets hard, except for just before he comes. Then it hardens like steel and swells in my hand. Mmmmmm.
Jeannie leaned over to me. "Just in case we do play tonight," she said, taking a drink and handing me the bottle, "I think I'll give ol' Al a head start."
With that she reached up and undid the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts spilled out of their constraints and into her open blouse. She brought both of her hands up to gently knead and squeeze them.
"Ooohh! That feels sooo good! What a relief," she said to me, her eyes were closed, and her breathing labored.
I stared at her naked tits, as my hand continued squeezing my own.
Jeannie's breasts were perfectly formed, 34-C's that were right out of a magazine. She probably had the nicest tits of anyone in our class, and maybe the whole school.
Her long flowing blond hair was another definite asset, believe me but the eyes of men AND women inevitably ended up focusing on her tits.
Jeannie and I were about the same height, but for some reason, God had seen fit to grace her with the longest, tightest, most delicious legs I'd ever seen on a girl. All topped off with a cute, heart-shaped ass that guys drooled over.
She knew that she was the object of many young (and old) boy's fantasies, and used her assets to the max. She loved to tease the boys, but instead of wearing the tight sweaters and too small blouses like some of the other girls wore, she preferred looser clothes. Her more subtle approach gave her the opportunity to leave a few buttons undone and lean towards a boy and give him a view from the inside. Also if she stretched just right, which she always did, she could show off her size just as well as the others. Jeannie was too cool, and I loved her.
Jeannie told me that she loved to hear the guys groan when she'd stretch, or lean over. She said it made her hot knowing that these guys were fantasize about feeling or licking her tits. She also loved to fantasize.
I felt a tingling starting up again in my pussy. I was getting hot watching Jeannie touch her breasts so sensuously. Her eyes were shut, but now she opened them slowly. Seeing me staring at her hands, she smiled dreamily, and wet her lips.
"What'dya say, Tracy, my friend," she panted, watching my hand on my blouse, "You gonna make me bounce in there by myself?"
"C'mon drop 'em," she pleaded. "Hurry up, we're almost at the cabin. Give the boys a little thrill tonight."
I figured what the hell, after what we've all been through so far tonight, keeping my bra on was too close to false modesty. Modest was the last thing I was feeling now.
As the van pulled into the dirt road turn-off for the cabin, I started to hurriedly unbutton my blouse. I was glad we were turned away from the guys. It would be a thrill letting them find out that we were "unstrung".
When my blouse was unbuttoned, I leaned forward, and reaching behind, unhooked my bra. I pulled my bra through my sleeve-hole, and, folding it up into a ball, dropped it into my lap. I felt so sexy to have the cool night air breathe over my nakedness. My nipples hardened and stood at full attention as I pinched them and caressed my hot tits.
When I leaned back in my seat, I saw Jeannie staring at my tits, gently caressing her own breasts as she watched me. Instead of buttoning her blouse, she leaned back and opened it so I could see all of her. She moaned when I did the same, giving her an unobstructed view of my hands on my breasts. My eyes moved from her tits to her eyes, which were doing the same thing to me.
I groaned as she pinched her nipples. Her tongue was making lazy circles around her lips.
I started to wonder what her tits would feel like under my lips and tongue, what her nipples would feel like rolling on my tongue what her breasts would feel like in my hands.
Jeannie moaned, as if she could read my thoughts. She started to lean forward in her seat, her eyes fixed on my nipples and her tongue dancing on her lips.
She steadied herself with a trembling hand on my thigh as she moved her face towards my outthrust breast. As I leaned forward to meet her, her tongue grazed my right nipple. I moaned softly and reached a hand over to gently stroke her left breast with the back of my hand, feeling her hard nipple ride over the ridges of my fingers.
It was Jeannie's turn to moan, and she sucked my nipple into her mouth, tickling it with her tongue.
Opening my hand, I encircled her full, firm breast, feeling the heat of her excitement. Her full tit felt hot and wonderful in my hand. Her nipple felt like a hard marble in my palm.
I caught her nipple in between two fingers and gently teased it into full erection. Jeannie moaned and sucked more of my tit into her mouth. Her tongue was dancing madly over my nipple. She pulled back a tiny bit and took my nipple in between her teeth, chewing gently. I moaned deeply and squeezed her breast tighter, letting her know that I loved what she was doing. With my other hand, I encircled the back of her head, pulling her face into my tits. I moaned again when she sucked deeply on my breast.
Jeannie and I had spent countless nights together, lying naked on our beds, talking about cocks and cunts and even masturbating ourselves into sexual frenzies while watching porno tapes, but we'd never had a sexual contact before.
This was exhilarating, I thought. This is incredible!
"This is too weird!" I thought, as Jeannie's hand started to move up my thigh, towards my dripping pussy. "Weird, but, ooooohhh!"
My own hand slid up Jeannie's thigh until I felt the dampness of her pussy through her slacks. We were both lost in our lust.
"Here we are!" Ted yelled, breaking the spell.
Jeannie and I both nearly jumped out of our skin! Looking out of the van's window, I saw that we had just pulled up to the front of Ted's uncle's lodge. We looked at each other with dazed expressions. What had just happened had taken us both by surprise!
Then we both broke out into peals of laughter. Giggling like five year olds, Jeannie and I hurriedly tried to hide our bras in our purses and at the same time button our shirts before the guys caught on.
I was so turned on, I couldn't think straight, which made the whole process look like a Keystone Kops skit.
Finally, though, and in an amazingly short time considering the circumstances, we made our selves presentable.
We kept giggling as we got out of the van and ran towards the cabin, pushing and pinching each other, almost tripping over each other. We were both a little embarrassed and bit confused, and tried to hide it with playfulness.
My heart was pounding a mile a minute, though.
"What's gotten into those two?" Al asked Ted in a kidding voice. "Hey, do you girls have your own party makin's or what?!"
"Something like that," Jeannie answered. "We'll show you later!"
Well, that set us off again! We had to lean against the porch railing to keep from falling down, as Ted fumbled for his keys.
As Ted unlocked the front door, Al handed me the tequila bottle with a quizzical smile on his face.
"Relax, Al," I said, sounding stern, and hugging him. "It's just a girl thing. Not at all like a guy's thing," I whispered to him.
As I hugged him I moved my leg slightly between his, feeling his cock on my leg. I smiled to myself.
"Just a girl thing, you know?" This set us both to giggling again, and together we stumbled into the cabin.
"Anyone want a beer?" Ted yelled from the kitchen. "Yeah!" we all yelled, in unison.
We were standing in the doorway to the living room. The place was huge and decorated in a southwestern motif, with pink and green pastels and a lot of desert murals on the walls. On one wall was an original Georgia O'Keefe painting that Ted said was worth a fortune.
"A beer might wash away some of this tequila taste in my mouth," Al said.
Jeannie moved in beside him. "What tequila taste, lover?" She kissed him deeply, sliding her tongue deep in his mouth.
Pressing against him, she broke their kiss and teased, "But I kinda like that taste."
"More tequila!!" Al yelled with a laugh.
Al kept one arm around Jeannie and reached to me for the bottle. Looking over Al's shoulder, Jeannie winked at me. As he took a pull on the bottle, she let her hand drift over his ass, and then around to his crotch. I couldn't see her hand, but I knew where it was headed. I smiled back at her.
Al pulled back to allow her hand to get between them and groaned as she grabbed his rapidly hardening shaft.
Still looking in my eyes, she said, "Tonight just might be a good night for drinking." She emphasized the word "drinking" with a long slow caress of his cock. "If you know what I mean," she said.
As if anyone didn't know what she meant. Al choked on his tequila, but I think she was talking to me.
I knew then that she was planning to suck his cock tonight. Her "drinking" was going to be Al's come in her throat, not alcohol. I stared into her eyes as she continued to stroke Al's cock through his pants.
All of this activity between the three of us, must have made Ted uncomfortable. He was standing in the kitchen doorway with four beers in his hand, and a puzzled look on his face.
From his position, he couldn't see Jeannie's hand on Al's cock, and he had no idea what we were talking about.
Seeing his consternation, and wanting to avoid any discomfort, I quickly moved over to him. I took two of the beers and whispered, "They must be in love. I'll explain later."
I looked in his eyes and winked to let him know that all was okay. He relaxed and smiled and followed me into the living room.
"Anybody for cards?" I asked. "I think a nice friendly game of poker while we drink these beers might loosen this crowd up. You all are much too serious!"
"Oh, gosh," Jeannie cooed, in her best Marilyn Monroe voice, "But I don't have any money, how can we play if I don't have any money?" She batted her eyes at Ted and Al.
Seeing where we were headed, the guys joined in.
"Well, I guess that we could play poker if you insisted on playing poker." Ted deadpanned. "We could play for matchsticks or something. I don't have much money either."
"I'm usually not very good at poker," said Al with a straight face. "But I'm willing to play if y'all are. Especially if all I can lose are matchsticks."
"I think the lady was referring to strip poker, boys," I joined in. "And although, they've started a few fires, I think you're confusing 'matchsticks' with matchsticks." I stared hard at Ted's bulge, then into his eyes.
"Get my meaning, boys," I breathed, doing my Jayne Mansfeild voice.
"I'll get the cards," Ted said, jumping out of his chair. "You guys pick a spot to play. Al, why don't you turn on the gas fireplace. Let's heat this place up!"
"The floor looks good to me," said Jeannie, as Al turned on the gas heater. "Wouldn't want any ol' table getting in the way of me seeing my winnings." She scooted behind Al and wrapped her arms around him. She licked behind his ear as her hands played across his broad chest.
I followed Ted out of the room.
Meeting him in the hall, I put my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, darting my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues battled for a minute, and then I drew his tongue into my mouth, sucking on it and biting it gently.
I could feel his cock starting to grow between us. Pulling back, I kissed his neck, nibbling on his ear.
"Wow. What was that for?" Ted panted.
"Just a 'Thank You' for bringing us here tonight. I love this place with you."
"Tonight's a special night," I whispered in his ear. "I just wanted to start it special." Reaching between us with my left hand I cupped his large balls in my hand. His sharp intake of breath unmasked his surprise at my boldness.
With my other hand I guided his hand to my breast. Another sharp intake of breath told me he'd "figured out" my lack of a bra. He squeezed my breast excitedly. Kissing him deeply again, I moved my hand up to stroke his cock through his pants. He groaned and moved his hips towards mine.
"I hope I win these pants tonight," I teased. "I'm usually not very lucky at cards." I stroked the full length of his now rock hard cock, starting at the head and ending up cradling his full balls in my palm. I rubbed them gently, sticking my tongue in his ear.
"I can make certain of it," Ted panted. "I've got a sure fire method." He continued to thrust his cock into my hand.
"I'm sure you do, lover," I breathed in his ear.
More than anything, I wanted to open his zipper, then and there, and take his cock in my hand, jerking him off 'till he came all over the carpet.
But, after hinting to Ted about blow jobs in the theater, and the talk with Jeannie in the van, I couldn't get the thought of sucking him out of my mind. What would it feel like? Would I be able to do it without choking or gagging? Should he come in my mouth? And if he did what would it taste like???
And, as important tonight, who would feel a hard cock on her tongue first. Me? Or Jeannie? Our normal, friendly competition had taken an exciting turn this evening. Both of us seemed to have accepted a sort of unspoken challenge to see who would be the first to experience a blow job. And I knew that it couldn't be in this kind of setting, with Jeannie in one room and me in another. If the challenge were to mean anything, one of us would have to see the other perform, just as it had always been.
Jeannie had always been the "first" in most of our little contests. She'd been the first to French kiss, the first to allow a boy to "feel her up", the first, when we were both freshmen, to feel a boys hard cock through his jeans.
I thought that tonight might be different. Feeling Ted's hard cock in my hand, I decided then and there that the first blow job was going to be mine. And Ted's, of course! But how? And when? Could I do it?
It was all so confusing!
All these questions were going through my mind as I stroked Ted's cock through his pants. Finally, I decided that everything would undoubtedly take care of itself. The big questions often had a habit of working themselves out. I hoped that this would be no exception.
"C'mon, lover-boy," I said, squeezing his shaft one last time, "Let's see if you can handle those cards as well as you handle this."
I led the way into the living room because I knew Ted would want to hide the bulge in his pants. He sighed his relief and walked closely behind me.
Entering the living room, we saw Al and Jeannie sitting on the couch, locked in a passionate embrace.
They were kissing deeply and Al's hand was inside her blouse, moving slowly. Obviously he had also found out about her little braless treat. Taking full advantage of it his hand was busy with her tits.
"Geez, these guys are moving quick!" Ted whispered in my ear. We were in the doorway and hadn't been noticed yet.
Both of them were moaning and panting and seemingly oblivious to the fact that we had returned.
Ted made a motion to leave, but I grabbed his hand and pulled him close. Turning slightly I put my finger to my lips, telling him to be quiet, and at the same time pulled him close behind me. I could feel his hardness against my ass, so I knew he was also enjoying the sight of our friends going at it.
I leaned into Ted's cock and brought his hand around to my breast. Soon, both of his hands were kneading my tits through my blouse.
Leaning into his strong arms, I brought a hand behind me and found his hard-on. I stroked it slowly as he kneaded my tits.
On the couch, Jeannie was sliding her hand up Al's thigh. His hands on her breasts were having the desired effect. She was squirming under him and panting like a dog in the desert.
Moving her hand up his leg, she slid her hand over the obvious bulge in his pants. Stroking back and forth she started whispering in his ear, softy but loud enough for Ted and I to pick up if we strained.
"Oh Al, your cock is so hard in my hand… it feels so good! I love the feel of your hard prick… pump my hand, baby, squeeze my tits, baby squeeze them while I feel your hard dick."
Jeannie was driving Al crazy with her chanting. To say nothing of me! I'd never in my life heard anyone talk like this and it was making me HOT! But poor Al was going nuts. And I could feel Ted's cock moving in circles against my ass. I squeezed his hand on my tits.
It was like Al was trying to crawl inside of Jeannie's body. His hips were pumping furiously into her hand, and his breathing was coming in ragged gasps.
His hands, meanwhile, had managed to unbutton Jeannie's blouse most of the way down. He stopped kissing her for a moment, and pulled back to admire his handiwork. When he did this Jeannie's wonderfully firm tits spilled into view. Al groaned as he fondled her. I heard Ted groan too. I pinched his cock in mock anger.
"God, I love your tits, Jeannie," Al moaned. "You've got beautiful tits. Oohhh… let me kiss them, please let me."
Jeannie reached up with her free hand and pulled his head down to her breasts. Pushing his face into her tits, she resumed her chanting.
"Yeah, baby, suck my tits, baby. Take 'em in your mouth. Ohh yeah, Al. Oh baby, bite 'em, bite my nipple, ohh, yeah, like that."
Ted was in shock, I'm sure. Standing behind me, he was rhythmically thrusting his constrained cock into my ass, but was almost absentmindedly caressing my tits. He was totally engrossed in what he was watching. Must be new for him too, I thought as I pushed my ass to meet his thrust.
Jeannie's hand had found Al's zipper now. Pulling the tab down, I could see that he wasn't wearing any underwear. In between Jeannie's hand and the small opening, I could see the flesh of his hard cock. My own breathing started to increase in volume.
I could feel that Ted was getting nervous. He moved as if to leave, but I held him there. This was just getting good, I thought.
Reaching my other hand behind me, I started to stroke his cock through his trousers. Turning my head to look at him, I pleaded with my eyes for him to let us stay. Pushing his cock into my hand I knew I'd convinced him to stay.
Jeannie was just pulling Al's cock out of his pants, as I returned my attention back to "the show". He groaned when she wrapped her hand around it and started to pump.
I was seriously wet now. Feeling Ted's hands on my tits and his hard throbbing cock in my hand, I felt like I was in dreamland. Except that this was like no dream I'd ever had! This was incredible.
Ted's fingers moved to the buttons on my blouse and slowly started to undo them. Getting about five of them undone, he reached his warm hands inside to fondle my naked breasts. His cock was jumping in my hand as I stroked him harder.
I found the tab of his zipper and pulled downwards. Reaching in to the opening, and pushing his underwear out of the way, I grasped his hard cock and pulled it into the open. With an underhand grip, I started to slowly stroke him, feeling his pre-come lubricate my hand immediately.
His hands on my naked breasts felt divine, but again, I shifted my attention back to our friends on the couch.
Jeannie was pumping Al's cock with wild abandon, using his juices to lubricate her fingers as they slid up and down his pole.
Al groaned as she started to whisper in his ear again: "Your cock is getting me so hot," she panted as she jerked him off.
"I want to feel it all over me I want to feel you fuck my hand oh lover, I love the feel of it. And and I want to taste it. I want to taste it in my mouth and suck it!"
Now Ted was the one who wanted to stay. Behind me I felt his cock jump in my hand when Jeannie said "suck it".
Jeannie was close to losing it now she was close to the edge of passion, jerking on Al's cock and panting over and over.
"Yeah I'm gonna suck you off, Al, I'm gonna take this cock in my mouth and suck your come into my mouth. Oh yeah I want it! I'm gonna suck you tonight."
Al was fucking her hand like a wild man, and Ted was starting to fuck his cock into mine. Al's face, buried in Jeannie's tits was emitting muffled groans and pants.
I figured that things were getting out of hand, so to speak.
I wanted a slow easy "teasing" kind of evening. I was truly getting turned on, that's no lie, but I wanted this night to last. If these guys ended up with another hand job, I knew for a fact that Jeannie would be disappointed.
And if Jeannie decided to take the plunge and suck Al's cock now, then she'd have another first under her belt, or in her mouth.
I couldn't let her do that. So in the true spirit of competition, I figured I'd cheat a little.
I decided to try and cool things off for a little bit.
I pushed Ted backwards, and out of the room, which was no easy task, believe me.
When we got to the hall he was almost pleading like a baby!
Still grasping his throbbing shaft in my wet hand, I slid my other hand down to jack him with a two handed under grip. He moaned and poured his slippery pre-come into my hands. The feeling was delicious, but I knew we had to stop soon or he'd come in my hands and the fun would be over.
Ted never had a problem getting hard again after he came, in fact one night, at the drive in, with Jeannie and Al in the front seat, I'd jerked Ted off three times during the show! And each time he came it was a handful!
But tonight was different. I wanted our next episode to be a classic. I wanted to tease him and bait him until his balls were so laden with come he'd be pleading to shoot! I knew I could do it if I could only restrain myself, and Ted, of course.
Plus, I needed to cool Jeannie's jets before she ended up with a cock in her mouth!
"Enough," I said, slowing my stroking hands on his cock. "I think it's time to play cards."
Ted started whining like a child, his eyes full of pleading lust.
Continuing to stroke his rock hard boner, I said, "Trust me, Ted. This is hard now," I winked at him and he smiled, "but everyone will enjoy themselves more later if we all take a break."
"Okay, big guy? I've got plans for this guy, and I want you to last."
Ted nodded, but continued to push his cock into my hand like he wasn't quite sure. "Okay," he muttered.
"Thanks," I whispered. I leaned back against the hall table and opened my blouse with both hands. Looking into Ted's eyes, I started to fondle and caress my naked breasts.
"We'll have fun later, Ted. I promise you that. Like I said, this is party night."
I smiled when I saw Ted's hand reach down and begin to stroke his own cock. I'd never seen him do that and it made me hot to think he was so horny. I stared at his hand and licked my lips. Looking up at him, I slid one hand down to cup my mound. I moved my hand in and out sensuously.
"God, Tracy," he said to me. "You are so beautiful. Your breasts are so sexy when you do that." He was stroking his cock with one hand and cupping his come laden balls with the other. All the while, he was staring at my exposed tits.
I thought that, someday, it might be fun to watch him masturbate while he watched me do the same. I moaned at the mental picture.
"Come on," I panted to Ted, "Let's get this party started before we stand here and jerk ourselves off. Trust me, you'll regret coming off in your hand tonight!"
I closed the two or three feet between us and took his hand away from his cock and brought it up to my face. Sticking out my tongue, I licked his palm and stopped at the tip of his middle finger. The taste of his pre-come was wonderfully sexy.
I'd never been this bold or wanton before and Ted was in awe of my behavior. I must admit that I was turning myself on at the same time. I had decided on the way to the cabin that tonight I'd be as open and sexy as I truly wanted to be. I trusted all three of these guys with my life and knew that whatever went on between us, stayed between us. That had been proven over the past year, when Ted and I started to double date with Jeannie and Al.
And Ted and I had done some pretty outrageous things together. Never a word of anything ever got out to our other friends. I trusted him completely.
And tonight I was going to loosen up and live my fantasy.
Smiling at his open mouthed expression, as I licked his pre-come juice off my palm, I wet his finger and slid it sensuously into my mouth. After sucking on it for a couple seconds, and sliding my tongue around it, I slid it out just as slowly and looked up into his eyes.
Keeping his eyes locked onto mine I leaned into him and slid my body down his front, bending my knees as I went. We both groaned when his slippery cock slid over my tits. I paused there for a minute and let Ted fuck my tits, then I slid the rest of the way down until I was kneeling in front of him, his hard cock only inches from my face.
I was sorely tempted to get the suspense over with and suck his hard-on into my mouth at that moment! But Jeannie had to see it, or it wouldn't "count". Resigned to waiting, I gripped Ted's lance and prepared to put it away.
I looked up at him to let him know that "later" was going to be worth it, but his eyes were locked shut, and his head was thrown back. He couldn't stand the anticipation! He wasn't sure what was happening!
Seeing an opportunity, I quick flicked out my tongue and licked the head of his cock. Then I pumped his cock three times quickly, and stuffed it into his pants. By the time he brought his head around to look at me, I was zipping his zipper and standing up. He didn't know if that was a tongue he felt or just my hand.
"Did you?" Ted stammered. "Did you just, uh…"
I grinned broadly at him, enjoying the taste of his pre-come on my tongue.
"Did I what?" I relied innocently. I kissed him and thrust my tongue into his mouth. I'm sure he tasted his own juices on my tongue, but just wasn't sure.
"Let's party," I whispered.
"I'll get the cards," Ted sighed, rubbing his cock, and adjusting his zipper.
"Better get some shot glasses too," I winked. Ted walked stiff-legged into the kitchen and grabbed the deck of cards and four shot glasses.
"Ready?" I asked coyly. "Ready." Ted replied.
"Well, then," I yelled out. "Let's play some cards, then!" I made certain that Jeannie heard me, and to give them enough time, I turned back to Ted.
I kissed him deeply, and gave his shaft a couple more long, slow strokes, then leaned back and started to slowly and sexily button my blouse, doing kind of a backwards striptease for Ted. I left the top four buttons undone, for effect.
He could see the shiny streak left from his cock sliding over my tits.
We gave Jeannie and Al time to get themselves together, then turned and walked sluggishly towards the living room.
Jeannie and Al were flushed and breathing heavily when we walked in, but Al's cock was put neatly away, although, judging from his expression, and the size of the bulge in his pants, it was no simple task, and Jeannie was buttoning her blouse. She stopped buttoning when she saw Ted looking at her, and then slowly finished her chore. Looking over at me, she winked.
"So what have you guys been up to?" I asked coyly. "We haven't missed anything have we?"
"I don't think you missed anything," Jeannie replied. She looked me in the eye and grinned. "You didn't miss a thing."
My mouth dropped open. She'd known we were there all along! The little minx, I thought. Obviously I had a few things to learn about teasing. And "playing".
Jeannie burst out laughing when she saw the expression on my face. She knew she had gotten me good. I lunged over and punched her in the shoulder, hugging her at the same time, and laughing.
"What's the joke?" Al said. "I don't get it?"
"We'll explain some other day, guys." I replied, with tears in my eyes. "Let's just say that I owe Jeannie one."
"Oooohhh, that sounds perfect," Jeannie said dreamily. "I can't wait but good luck!" She winked at me and grinned.
The guys had absolutely no idea what was going on, and stared at us with puzzled looks on there handsome faces. I've always found it amazing what a horny guy will put up with for just the promise of "something" later. We weren't being mean, I didn't think, but they looked so lost.
I was also wondering what I could possibly do to compete with Jeannie's "show". She'd totally blown me away, thinking I was "spying", when all the time she knew Ted and I were standing there, watching her jerk Al off, and listening to her tell him that she wanted to suck him off! How in hell could I top that! It was a tough "challenge".
"But maybe not too tough," I thought to myself, looking into the kitchen and getting the seed of an idea. This brought a smile to my lips and that made Jeannie stop laughing for a moment.
"What?" she said.
"You'll see," I said with a grin. I licked my lips slowly.
"You'll SEE," I repeated. "Get it?" This brought another round of giggles and laughs from the two of us, and more consternation from the boys.
"Come on! Are we gonna play cards or not?" Ted said gruffly. He was getting uncomfortable not knowing what was going on, and was starting to get angry.
"Oh, relax!" Jeannie yelled, jumping up from the couch. "Keep your pants on, studly," she said, gliding over to where Ted was standing. "'Cause I plan on winning 'em from you!"
She placed a hand lightly on his chest, and let it slide down his belly as she spoke, pulling away just before it reached the obvious bulge in his pants. Grinning, she turned back to Al and I.
"So, let's play, shall we? Cards I mean. I've got my eye on some clothes I want to win!"
Jeannie sat down on the thick carpeting, her tits jiggling as she did so. I noticed that she, too, had left a number of buttons undone. I smiled at the thought of how close we were in the way we did things.
Al joined Jeannie on the floor, and started to shuffle the cards.
Ted was still standing with his mouth open. I think he was suffering from sexual overload. He'd never in his life been subjected to this much teasing and touching. He was trying to figure out how to handle it without blowing up, spontaneously combusting, or coming in his pants. He needed help.
I walked over to him, kissed him on the cheek, and gently nudged his cock with my leg. "C'mon lover," I whispered. "The night is young. How about a shot and a beer? It'll relax you – you're stiff as a board."
That brought a smile to his face, and the mention of a shot brought him back to reality. I took his hand and led him back to the others.
"Whew," Ted said as he sat down. "I must be losing my mind. I thought someone said STRIP poker. You innocent young girls wouldn't want to play STRIP poker, would you? You might lose everything, you know."
I smiled, glad to see the old Ted back in his true form.
"Well, deal 'em stud," I replied. "These innocent young girls are gonna be using your underwear for victory flags before this game's done."
I placed my hand on his leg and slid it up and down, squeezing his thigh.