A BET IS A BET PART III
My life after braces was exhilarating. Boys were begging me for blow jobs now and didn’t hesitate to stick their tongues or their cock deep inside my mouth now that it was free from all that ugly metal.
Now I don’t want you to think I am real loose or anything like that just because of a couple of blow jobs or even getting in the crack of my ass now and then. Other than that crazy night at Debbie’s party when I lost my pussy, ass and mouth cherries and was introduced to so many kinky things. I still can’t believe I was that naughty in front of all my friends.
Anyways, I am not like that sex-starved girl and I am pretty selective about doing anything with a guy or a girl that I really am attracted to. I have been seeing the dentist that did me a favor with my braces but I put that down to repayment of an obligation. I have to admit Dexter does have the most beautiful cock for a nerdy dentist. I will just say he gets what he wants, well pretty much everything, and I get to play with him whenever I want.
Now, Todd is another story. I was so hung up on Todd Lickett, Debbie’s brother that I would do anything he asked of me. Todd didn’t know that though. I was too much a chicken to tell him how I felt and he had a cute girlfriend that kept him pretty well supplied with pussy. I know he remembered how he took my cherry at his sister’s party and made me a full-fledged woman. In all honesty, I would have to say that my heartthrob Todd had taken a lot of cherries in the senior class.
I finally got a job at a store that I loved to shop in at the Mall and in addition to my pay; I got a 15% discount on anything I bought. I also got first dibs on anything real nice that came in from the loading dock. I asked Hank, the kind of ugly guy that ran the loading dock to give me the news when a shipment of shoes or designer handbags came in. He was nice and I always brought him a coffee the way he liked it from the employees lounge to get his cooperation. I caught him checking out my ass a couple of times but I didn’t mind because despite his face scars and broken nose, he had a nice looking body and I could tell he must work out a lot.
Thank God it was payday when he told me about the shoe shipment from Brazil. They were sort of designer knock-offs but really looked like the real thing. It took almost half my paycheck but I got 2 pairs of “to die for” high heels that made my pussy leak when I walked on them.
I lifted my skirt and showed them off to Hank right after I punched out. I think he was looking more at my ass than the shoes but I was so happy I didn’t care. He told me to put my foot up on the inventory desk so he could get a better look and I did before realizing my goodies were all on display now and he was getting a real good eyeful.
For some reason that made me all fluttery inside and I knew the feeling was like when all those boys were doing me at the party. It was like I knew if Hank was to give it to me it would be like that and I would be walking funny for a while.
I gave Hank a good long time to inspect me all over down there and he was sporting a real bulge in his workpants when I put my leg back down on the floor.
When he asked me if I needed a ride home, I took him up on the offer because I hated riding the stupid bus. I guess in reality, I suspected he was going to screw me every which way but Sunday once he got me alone in his pick-up.
At first, he was real nice and polite but then in a very matter of fact voice he asked me if I would mind giving him a “hummer”. I was not really sure what that was but when I saw him pulling down his zipper I got the message right away.
I was a bit disappointed at the size of Hank’s cock.
It was only about 6 inches long but at least it was quite thick. His balls were also different than the boys I had given blow jobs to. They were huge like the balls pictured on bulls or horses. I didn’t realize it at the time but that was the reason why he was able to make lots of creamy cum and replace it in a hurry. The good thing was even though I had to open my mouth wider; his cock could go all the way inside my mouth right down to the base without gagging.
When I got into a good rhythm on his shaft with my lips and wet mouth, he started singing a County Western song about a girl that had gone “bad”. I thought it was sort of funny but didn’t smile or laugh because I was afraid he would think I was making fun of the size of his cock.
I could feel Hank start shooting his load about a block before my house. It rushed into the back of my throat and I swallowed with desperate resolve. After the spurts stopped, I licked him off real good and kissed it before I put it away back inside his trousers. Hank was smoking a cigarette and I was glad he opened a window. I was afraid my mom or dad would suspect I was out with an older guy with bad habits.
Hank was rubbing my ass cheeks nicely. Every now and then he would give me a playful smack on my bottom. OMG, I loved that so much.
We didn’t have any time for anything else right then but I could tell he wanted to do it to me real bad. Truth was, I wanted the same thing but we were so close to my front door that I didn’t dare.
“Do you have a boyfriend, Sally Anne?”
“I go out with a couple of boys I knew from school and I have dated my Dentist.”
That was the truth and I was not under any circumstances ever admitting what I did at Debbie’s party. That was one story I was not really proud to own up to.
“I been married and got a little girl up State. She’s about 5 now. She stays with her ma because I had a DUI and I lost custody. My ex is not too bad. She just wanted something more. At least, that’s what she told me.”
I was almost tempted to tell Hank about my gangbang party but common sense won out and I just made some sympathetic noises and kept my mouth shut.
“Next time I take you home, can we play “hide the salami” if I use a condom?”
Now that really made me laugh and he smiled as well.
“Hank you can hide your salami in me anytime and we don’t need the condom because I have been on the pill for almost a year now. I also have a supply of Plan B pills if it is around that time of the month. I think I would really like the feel of your juice going inside me real deep.”
His hand wandered up under my skirt and the touch of his feathery fingers on my pussy lips was sheer heaven. When he saw I was like putty in his hands, he decided to let me go and I kissed him on his cheek and ran inside my house.
My parents were sitting on the sofa in the sitting room. I thought that was unusual without company in the house and then I saw Debbie sitting in grandma’s rocker on the other side of the fireplace. I was on my guard because I knew this girl knew a lot more about me than my own mother and father.
“There she is! Sally Anne, you have company. This nice girl was telling us how much fun you had at her party. You girls go right up and have fun. Us fuddy-duddy’s will just settle in for some reruns of “Murder She Wrote”.
Debbie followed me up the stairs and goosed me three times before we got to the top of the stairs. When we got in my room, I started tickling her under her armpit and she fell to the white carpet in a giggling jumble of arms and legs. We both lay sprawled and I found my hand on Debbie’s ass like she had a magnet that pulled it right there.
For a moment we just looked at each other and I could see the raw hunger in her eyes. All thoughts of her brother Todd, my geeky dentist with the beautiful cock and Hank my new best fuck buddy from work dissolved into insignificance with the feel of her soft giving ass in my hand.
Debbie sighed and fell onto her back spreading her legs wide open for my mouth. The scent of her sweet fresh scent made the butterflies flutter in my tummy. I watched her slide her flimsy black thongs down off her legs and offer them to me. I inhaled their intoxicating aroma. It was labeled 100% pure Essence of Debbie. Even when her brother Todd was driving his huge cock up my Hershey highway, the scent of her pussy in my face made me a slave to her every demand.
It was really strange because I didn’t really think of myself as a lesbian. Sure I had a lot of fun with girls but I knew deep down I had to have cock to keep me happy. The thing was with Debbie it kind of went beyond the sex thing; it was more like an obsession to the point that when we were alone like this all I wanted was to be deep inside her. In fact, I wanted to be her, to look like her, to talk like her and to wear her clothes and inhale her scent every minute of every day.
The taste of her pussy was sheer heaven. When I had my tongue inside of Debbie that was all that mattered, everything else around me had no meaning. Her delicate fingers stroked my hair and she whispered little words of encouragement into my ears making me redouble my efforts to satisfy her. All that really mattered now was that Debbie would shake and quiver in my arms with an orgasm induced by my naughty tongue exploring the depths of her womanhood.
I heard her cry out with a muted plea for release.
It was the echo of overwhelming passion. I looked at her face. Her eyes were begging me to continue. She was absolutely insatiable. My little Debbie wanted it so bad she bounced her ass on the white plush carpet impatiently inducing me to go in even deeper.
Her orgasm was devastating. She scooted her ass across the carpet like a rudderless ship looking for a safe port. There was no escaping my relentless tongue. She gave me her juices and started to cry because she knew the waves of pleasure sweeping over her body would soon be gone. Debbie calmed down in my arms and she whimpered whenever a little aftershock made her tremble in delight.
“Do you want me to do the same for you, Sally Anne?”
I looked at her and shook my head “no”. My greatest pleasure was to make this beautiful thing quiver on the end of my tongue and beg me to never stop. None of our friends knew we were this close and even her brother Todd was not in the picture on our extra-curricular activities.
I heard my parents moving around downstairs and I figured they were shutting off the TV.
It was time for Debbie to go home.
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