Date: Sat, 21 Aug 2010 02:18:38 -0400
From: Jason <sterling.jason (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: Scot's Seduction Chapter 4 MF, bM, MM

Bisexual   adult/youth  MF,  bM,  MM

Scot's Seduction
Part 4 of 7


By Jason Sterling



After returning home from our excursion to the Y we
were both tired and went to bed early.  With Scot
laying next to me in a darkened bedroom I asked him
a point blank question, "Have you actually fucked
a girl's pussy yet or are you still a virgin?"  My
bed partner hesitated for awhile and then said that
on several occasions he had felt up his share of
tits and fingered a few wet cunts at the end of a
couple of dates he was on, but then meekly admitted
that he had never really stuck his cock into a
freely offered snatch.  He must have felt somewhat
comfortable talking to me about his virginity
because most kids his age claim to be knowledgeable
in this area, but in fact are not.


Scot threw back the covers, slowly stroked his boner
and said, "A year ago or so I knew my sister had her
boyfriend over and Mom was out, so I went outside
and looked into her bedroom window and watched them
go at it on her bed.  She had her legs up in the air
and the dork who was pumping at her twat was
pounding the shit out of her.  Ever since that I've
been beating my meat thinking about that sight.  A
few times I've tried to get some slut from my school
to open her legs for me, but so far no luck."


In my same building lived a lesbian couple that I
knew very well.  The 'wife' half of the pair used to
come visit me when she craved having a real dick
massage her vagina rather than a plastic dildo.  The
'husband' part of the duo didn't seem to mind the
occasional infidelities; as she said once, "Just as
long as you wear a rubber and return her to me all
in one piece.  And, don't do any weird shit either."
With that cautionary warning still ringing in my
ears I stopped by their apartment on my way home
that evening and arranged for Jill, the thirtyish
something wife, to see if she'd be willing to take
on the responsibility of popping the cherry of a
sixteen year old virgin.  Jill was more than happy
to be the sacrificial offering in a rite of passage
to a young, good looking boy.  The butch dyke half
of the family heard all of this and said, "Knowing
what teenaged boys are like, that should take all of
two minutes.  What's the kid going to do for the
rest of the half hour?"  Jill turned to her mate and
said, "Unlike your ex husband, kids that age can
come more than once if you give them enough reason
to keep working at it.  You want to come watch and
pick up a few pointers?"  The bull dyke smiled
broadly, slapped Jill on her rump and said, "You go
get em tiger."


When I got to my apartment there was Scot watching
the porn channel on the tube while laying on the
couch.  We ate pork fried rice with chop sticks from
paper containers while watching a white slut giving
head to a room full of black dudes in some porno
layout poorly lit studio.  The sound of slurping
throat noises were a bit disgusting while eating so
I put the TV on mute and we watched all those cool,
black cocks shooting cum all over the face of the
chick who seemed bored by the whole scene.  When we
were done eating I told Scot that I was expecting a
visitor over later and to get a bottle of wine out
of the fridge to let it breathe awhile before the
lady arrived.  This perked up Scot's interest and I
told him that the lady in question was a friend who
was well acquainted with my bed and if treated just
right was willing to offer her favors in exchange
for a good glass of wine and some interesting
conversation.  Scot asked me if I wanted him to
leave after she got there.  "No.  Stay around and
let's see who she picks to play 'hide the pickle'
with if that's what she wants to do."


A look of horror came over his face.  "I'd be scared
shitless if she picked me.  I'd probably cum in my
skivies before I could even get my pecker out of
my pants."  I told Scot that he had nothing to worry
about because she was the type of girl who had a lot
of experience with younger boys and knew how to
manage any situation.  What I didn't tell Scot was
that Jill had been a high class hooker on the
streets since the age of fourteen and left the life
of humping every John who had a few bucks to blow by
the time she was eighteen when her pimp got stabbed
to death in a drug deal that turned sour.  Jill told
all this to me after I had known her for several
years.  Even her mate was not aware of all the
sordid details of her past life and I was one of the
few people alive who knew.  Jill also knew enough
about me to introduce me once in awhile to a male
friend who was curious about making it with another
man, so we had a sort of tit-for-tat arrangement.


Later that evening Jill stopped in and all three of
us drank wine and talked about all manner of things
until Scot felt comfortable with her.  I got up and
said that I needed to go to the liquor store and get
a few more bottles of booze, and left them together
sitting on the couch.  When I returned almost an
hour later they were in the bedroom with the door
closed.  I listened at the door for any sound that
would indicate if any physical activity was still
going on...there was silence.  I knocked gently and
Jill's voice responded, "Nobody's decent in here,
but you can come in anyway."  There on the bed,
totally uncovered, both of them were entwined in
each other's arms and legs in a sixtynine position
nuzzlying the other's pubic area.  "I just wanted to
know if there was any chance of getting a three-way
going."  Jill responded, "Only if you've got a
girlfriend out there with you.  If you have, then
she can join us.  If not, go beat your meat on the
couch like a good little boy."



About a half hour later they both came out of the
bedroom and Scot walked like an old man with
arthritis.  "What's wrong Scot?  You look like
shit!"  He wearily said, "I feel like every bone in
my body is broken."  Jill grabbed him in the crotch
and said, "The only bone that matters is the one
down by your balls, stud.  I lost count of the
number of times he shot his own wad, but he got me
off at least six times."  Looking at me, Jill said,
"Bring this sex machine around a bit more often, he
makes a girl feel wanted."  Giving Scot a big kiss
and a whack on his ass, Jill left saying, "It was
fun guys.  I got to get back to my old ball and
chain to see if I've been missed."


Instead of taking a shower, Scot drew a bath for
himself and gently eased himself into the tub and
must have soaked for nearly an hour before he got
out, dried off and crawled gingerly in bed where he
was undoubtedly sound asleep in less than five
minutes.  My little virgin was now deflowered and
all the lingering doubts and uncertainties that go
with that rite of passage are now just more fuel to
the bonfire of conflicting passions that swirl
around in a more adult mind.


End of Part 4

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