Date: Sat, 19 Sep 2009 04:33:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Three Girls - Part 2

Three Bisexual 12-Year-Old Girls -- Part 2
By Bill

She waited patiently outside of the Middle School building,
watching as the lined-up school busses slowly loaded their
passengers.  Like a predator, she stood at a distance,
unnoticed by the three boys -- 12-year-old 7th graders like
herself.  When two of them got on busses and the other
started walking home, Amber knew it was time to pounce on
her prey.

Amber, Jasmine and Maya were members of their school's
social clique of popular kids -- stylishly-dressed,
outgoing, and (most of all) attractive.  The three girls
had agreed, in excited whispered tones at their meeting
during recess, that each would recruit a hot boy for their
planned sex-party.  Amber was intent on recruiting Michael
O'Connor, the boy she was now catching up to on the
sidewalk.

"Hi Michael!" she said, coming up behind him.  "Mind if I
walk with you for a while."

"Hey, Amber!  No problem; how's it going?"  Michael was not
just cute; he was seriously handsome.  And he possessed the
easy self-confidence that went with being one of the most
popular kids in the school.

"Not bad," she said.  "Say; did you catch that game
yesterday?  The first team was pretty good, huh?  And
River's looked great!  Too bad the substitutes and rookies
were a little shaky."

"Yeah!  I think we'll make the play-offs this year!  But I
didn't know you were, like, so much into football.  That's
really awesome!"

"Well, I'm trying to learn more about it," she lied.  In
fact, she couldn't have cared less and was just parroting
her father's comments about the game.  But she HAD been
learning about the sport of flirting with boys.  "Maybe you
could teach me some things."  She leaned in toward him
slightly, their arms making brief contact, and she looked
at him with an expression that she's hoped looked sexy
without being too overt.

"Hmmm... maybe I could," he said, with an amused tone of
voice and an expression on his face that signaled his
awareness of Amber's flirtatious opening salvo.

"Your tan is the bomb, Michael!  Did you hang out on the
pool all summer?"

"Nah; me and my friend Chris, we had a grass-cutting
business... twelve lawns!  We usually kept our shirts off
while we worked."

"Chris's tan is alright.... but you look totally blazin'!"
She flicked her head to the side, tossing her long, golden-
blond-dyed hair.  "So, how come we didn't see each other
the whole summer?"  Without waiting for a reply, she added
"Remember the last time we were together, at Ashley's end-
of-school party?"

Michael gave her a sly grin.  "How could I forget?"  He
leaned into her and nudged her arm as they walked, just as
she had done a few moments before.  Back in June the two of
them had a make-out session at the party.  It didn't signal
any relationship; just the modern 12-year-old's version of
a no-strings hook-up.  "I wouldn't mind doing it again
sometime," he added... while thinking to himself: `Christ!
Look at how her tits have grown over the summer!'

"I wouldn't mind either," said Amber, watching his eyes and
puffing up her chest.  She had removed her bra in the
restroom when school ended, stuffing it in her backpack.
Now her sleeveless top displayed her young-adolescent
breasts almost indecently.  "Maybe you could teach me some
more things," she added, accompanied by an expression that
left no room for ambiguity.

Michael was no novice at the game they were playing.  He
had made out with just about every popular girl in the
class.  Several had let him touch their budding breasts...
and not just through their shirts or bikini-tops.  "Ya
know, Amber... nobody's home at my house for a couple more
hours, until Dad gets home from work.  How about you come
over for a while?"

"Well..." she paused just long enough to keep from
appearing over-eager.  "I guess I could.  Let me call Mom
and make up an excuse."  Amber pulled out her cell phone
and brought up her mother's cell on the speed-dial.  "Hi,
Mom!  I'm gonna be late getting home....  Yeah; I'm going
to the first meeting of the Math Club, to see if I might
want to join.  Be home by 5:00.... OK. Love you too.  Bye!"

"Damn, girl!" said Michael.  "You're good at that!"

Amber turned off her phone and returned it to her backpack.
Then she looked the boy in the eye, grinned wickedly, and
said "I hope that's not all I'm good at!"

Michael smiled in return, thinking to himself that he might
have hit the jackpot.  How far could he get with Amber?
She was one of the hottest girls in the 7th grade, and she
was hinting that she'd put out more than he'd ever gotten
from any of the girls he'd been with.  He had seen porn
clips of fucking and blow-jobs on the Internet, over at
Chris's house (his own computer having that damned blocking
software).  Was it possible she'd go that far?  He walked a
little faster as they got close to his home.

"You're absolutely sure nobody's going to come home?" asked
Amber as they entered the quiet house.

"Hells, yeah!  Dad never gets home before 6:00, and Mom
lives up in San Francisco with my step-dad.  Let's go up to
my room, OK?" he suggested hopefully.  For good measure, he
took her hand in his -- something he wouldn't have done when
they were in public -- and gave her what he hoped was a
smolderingly-sexy look.

Amber's smile, and the squeeze of her hand on his, provided
a non-verbal reply as they headed up the stairs.

Michael's room was all-boy, with sports posters that had
been up on the walls for a couple of years and a more
recent poster of Scarlett Johansson, in a pose that
revealed abundant cleavage.  The boy nudged the door closed
with his foot and drew the girl closer to him, standing
face-to-face, bring his arms around her, with his hands
resting loosely on her lower-back.

"I think you're the most awesome girl in school, Amber."
It was a line he'd used quite successfully with other
girls.  "Your clothes are always totally fly..."  His hands
slid up her back, though still outside of her blouse.
"You're completely gorgeous..."  One hand came up beside
her face and gently brushed back her hair.  "And you're WAY
sexy!"  He kissed her lightly and briefly, pressing his
body closer to hers.  This had become his standard opening
to a make-out session.  Typically, he didn't need to come
up with any more lines.  His lips, tongue, and hands took
over at this point.

"Mmmm," sighed Amber, as her body snuggled up against his,
pressing her breasts into his chest.  She was undeniably
turned-on, but was still maneuvering as well.  She ran her
hand up under his tee-shirt, caressing his lower back.
"I'd love to see your summer tan," she said in a low voice.
"Maybe you could take off your shirt and show me."

It didn't take a genius to know the best come-back to such
a proposal.  But it took a degree of self-confidence that
was beyond the capacity of the typical 12-year-old boy.
Michael wasn't typical, however.  He was accustomed to his
audacity being rewarded when he was alone with a girl.
"I'll take off mine if you take off yours."  He had gotten
his hands inside girls' shirts on several occasions,
feeling-up their young tits.  But it would be a first for
him if she took off Amber's shirt completely, with free
access to her breasts.  And who knows where it might lead
as things progressed.

"I guess that's fair," said Amber coyly, tilting her head
to the side (the way she'd practiced in front of a mirror),
silently congratulating herself for getting him to ask.
She stepped back from him and let him appreciate her pricy
designer clothing for a moment, and then started pulling up
the bottom of the blouse, teasingly slow.

Michael was dressed-to-impress as well, wearing a designer
tee-shirt and expensive jeans.  He pulled off the shirt
with one quick smooth motion.  His torso was as tan as a
Hawaiian surfer's, and his sturdy shoulders emphasized the
slender perfection of his belly and hips.  The pec and ab
muscles were just beginning to show definition.

Amber finally pulled her blouse off completely, giving
Michael his first look at her firm little cone-shaped
breasts.  She brought her hands up under them and smiled
demurely, proud of how her body had blossomed.  (When she
and Michael had made-out back in early June, she had been
nearly flat-chested.)

Michael stared at her breasts with eager lust, as his penis
stiffening beneath the tight crotch of his jeans.  Much as
he wanted to dive onto those tits, he knew to play it cool.

Amber's fingertips moved across her puffy nipples, toying
with them for a few seconds.  Then her hands slid down her
torso to her hips, slowly caressing the waistband of her
pants.

"Let's take off our jeans too," said Michael with a
devilish grin, responding just the way Amber wanted.

The girl played shy for a few moments.  "I've never done
this with a boy before," she said... while thinking to
herself: `unless you count what I did last night with
Daddy!'

"And I've never done this with a girl," Michael replied
truthfully as he unbuttoned his jeans.  Amber unbuttoned
her own a moment later.  He pulled down his zipper, and she
pulled hers in response.  It was amazing, he thought to
himself, how well his charm was working with this chick!

As his jeans came off, Michael thought he might be
embarrassed that his stiff cock was so obvious beneath his
underwear.  But he was even more excited about the idea of
her hand on it... of her mouth sucking it... of fucking it
in her pussy!

They stood 3 feet apart, Michael in tight grey boxer-
briefs, Amber in skimpy pink panties.  Both their hearts
were pounding with excitement as they came together in an
embrace, reveling in the eroticism of skin-on-skin contact,
her warm pointy breasts against his sturdy boyish chest.
Their lips came together, and their tongues emerged almost
immediately.  After 20 seconds of heavy tongue-kissing,
Michael's hand came up to gently fondle Amber's breast,
instantly ramping-up the level of sexual arousal for both
of the pre-teens.

"Oh, God, Amber!  Your body is so incredible!" he said
between kisses.

"I love the way you're touching me," she murmured in reply.

"Let's get on the bed," he said, already beginning to nudge
her in that direction.

They tumbled onto his twin bed and resumed making out,
bodies pressed together, hands wandering more freely.

"Kiss my titties!" she directed, rolling onto her back.

"Ohhhh, yeah!"  Michael's face moved down to her chest,
gazing at the firm breasts that seemed to defy gravity in
retaining their protruding cone shapes.  His lips lightly
kissed around the warm skin of one and then slid over-top
of its puffy brown peak, sucking gently as his tongue-tip
swirled around it, feeling the nipple stiffen with arousal.
This was another first for him, but he had already imagined
doing it... fantasizing while jacking off.  He had absorbed
every bit of folklore passed along by peers and older boys
about the techniques for seducing a girl, and now his
thoughts were already moving ahead to the next maneuver.
As he lay on his side, suckling her tit, his free hand slid
down her body... along her hip, over the knee, back up her
inner thigh, and settling atop the crotch of her panties.
He pressed against the soft thin cotton and heard Amber
moan, felt the warmth beneath, and felt her body shutter.

`This is it!' he thought.  `I'm gonna score with her!'

His hand moved up her panty-covered mound and slid beneath
the waistband, touching the newly-emerged downy hairs as
his fingers moved into the slit.  This was beyond the level
of his expertise, but he hoped his intuition would carry
him through.  Then he felt Amber's hand join his inside the
panties, guiding his finger down, pressing it between the
vaginal lips, dipping into the warm slippery nectar, then
guiding it back up to her clit.  Amber had only discovered
masturbation the previous day, but she had practiced it in
her bed late into the evening, inducing multiple orgasms
before falling into blissfully exhausted sleep.

"Oh, yes!  That it!" she groaned as his finger -- with hers
on top of it -- ground against the nub of pleasure-flesh.

`This is incredible!' thought Michael.  `I'm finger-fucking
one of the hottest girls in school, and she's showing me
how to do it!'  His straining cock throbbed as he pressed
it against Amber's hip.

Michael's friend Chris had been bragging for days about
fucking a girl - his first ever - though he wouldn't name
her.  Now, Michael thought, he'd get bragging rights too!
What was his next move?

"How about we take your underwear off?" he said, moving
back up from her breast so they lay face-to-face.

"I'll take off mine if you take off yours," she said, using
the same words he had spoken a few minutes before.

"You got it!" he said, rolling onto his back, lifting his
hips, and peeling down the boxer-briefs.

Amber slid off her panties at the same time, but her eyes
were focused on Michael's crotch, watching intently as his
erection was finally revealed.  The 12-year-old's genitals
were hairless but clearly maturing - a scaled-down version
of what they would be in a couple years.  The balls were
cradled in a loose scrotal sack.  The penis was gracefully
proportioned, with an elegant glans and well-defined ridge.
She rolled onto her side and her hand went right to it,
feeling its warmth and smoothness and pulsing vitality.
She began to stroke, lightly, slowly, up to the cock-head
and down along the shaft.

"Is that good?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Oh, yeah!  You're so amazing, Amber!"

He rolled onto his side to face the naked girl, returning
his hand to her pussy as they began to kiss again.  Though
both of them were awkward and inexperienced at first, their
mutual masturbation was overwhelmingly erotic, and their
tongues wrestled fiercely, taking turns in each other's
mouths.

"It's gonna be so awesome when we fuck!" Michael whispered
in Amber's ear, as his finger began sliding in and out of
her well-lubricated pussy.  He was so ready for it, but
knew he needed to hear the right words from her, or get
some go-ahead sign, before he climbed on top and begin
doing it for real.

Amber stopped stroking the boy's cock and her hand pushed
his away from her crotch.  "Michael!  No WAY we're going to
fuck!  I'm a virgin."  Her voice, expression, and body
language were an odd mixture of outrage and teasing banter,
which thoroughly confused Michael.  But then her hand went
back to his cock and resumed stroking.  "But maybe we could
do something else," she said in a sexy voice.

"Will you suck it, then? Please, Amber?"  He immediately
regretted that he was sounding so desperate.

"Not now," she said.  "But maybe I will, when you come to
the party I'm gonna have."

Now he was REALLY confused. "Huh?" was all he could manage.

"I'm gonna have this sex party," she said as she continued
to masturbate him.  Me and two of my girlfriends.  We're
gonna invite three boys, and I want you to be there."  Then
she let go of his cock.  "Are you interested?"

"Well... yeah.  Sure!"

Amber sat up, and Michael did the same, his youthful penis
still a straining boner.  She began telling him all about
the party Maya had attended in New York over the summer,
with the sex games involving randomly-selected partners.

"You mean there could be two guys doing each other?" he
asked.  "With the other kids watching?"

"Don't try to tell me that you and Chris have never done
sex-stuff together."  Amber was just guessing, of course,
but Maya had assured her that all boys their age fooled
around sexually with other boys.

Michael blushed.  Then he smiled and shrugged his
shoulders.  Then he asked "So have you ever done anything
with a girl?"

"Yeah... with Maya and Jasmine.  That's why the three of us
are doing the party."

"Jaz and Maya, huh?  They're both foxes!  So which boys
besides me?"

"Well, Maya's going to ask Chris.  Maybe you can convince
him too.  And Jaz is going to invite a super-cute guy who
goes to another school.  So, are you in?  Saturday after
next at 7:00.  It'll be at my Dad's place on Cottonwood
Drive, about a mile from here, but he'll gone the whole
time; the whole house to ourselves, including his beer and
liquor!  There's a pool, but don't bring your suit.  We'll
go skinny-dipping!"

"Shit, yeah!  I'll be there!" he said.

"You can't tell anyone about the party except Chris, ok?
And if you go around telling anyone that I got naked with
you and we felt each other up, you can forget about me
sucking your boner at the party."

She didn't wait for Michael's assurance, but instead pulled
him down onto the bed and into a make-out clutch.  Her hand
went immediately to his crotch, making a ring with her
index finger and thumb, running it briskly back and forth
over his circumcised cock-head.  He got back in as well,
fingering her pussy and clit as their tongues merged.

Their mutual lust created a loop of ever-expanding arousal,
masturbating each other increasingly fast and hard.
Michael's finger moved like a little vibrator on Amber's
clit.  Her finger and thumb stroked his boy-boner so fast
it was almost a blur.  Grunting like rutting animals as
they kissed, the tension in their bodies quickly grew to a
peak... higher... higher... and then crashed into nearly
simultaneous orgasms. Their bodies clung together, wracked
with spasms of pure pleasure. Their moans and incoherent
verbalizations echoed around the room.

And then they relaxed; exhausted; their heart-thumping
chests pressed together.

"God!  That was unbelievable!" murmured Michael at last, as
his hand caressed her flank.

"Yeah!" she sighed, rolling onto her back.  Then she said
"Hey; there was no white stuff coming out of your boner."

The boy felt a stab of embarrassment.  "I... I... I'm
getting close to being able to, I think.  I'm sorry if...."

"Oh!  You don't understand."  She leaned in and kissed him
gently.  "I LIKE that you didn't shoot that messy white
stuff on me!  I like your way MUCH better!"  And to show
him that she meant it, she moved down on him so that her
face was inches from his cock.  It was still totally stiff,
deep-red with arousal, still sensitive from his dry orgasm.
She looked up toward his face.  "How about I give you a
little sample of what you'll get at the party?"  And
without waiting for an answer, she took his warm smooth
erection between her lips, tasting with her tongue, as her
mouth slid onto a cock for the first time in her life.

"Ohhhhh, shit!  Yes!" he groaned, as his head lolled back,
and his hands clutched at the bed-covers.


Meanwhile, in another part of the neighborhood....

Jasmine rode her mountain-bike around to the back of
Amber's house and leaned it against a tree.  Excitement
coursed through her, tingling in her groin, as she thought
about having another sexual encounter with her friend.
Amber had definitely been giving her the eye during school,
even though nothing explicit had been said.  Jasmine had
changed into her skimpiest nylon athletic shorts and a snug
sleeveless tee-shirt, showing off her athletic body to the
best effect, hoping to tempt Amber into more sex-play.

Coming to the kitchen door, Jasmine knocked.  It definitely
appeared that someone was home, because the lights were on.
She knocked again.  When a person entered the kitchen in
response, it was Melissa Watson, Amber's mother.  The
attractive divorcee was wearing a white terrycloth robe
that came to her knees.

"Oh!  Hi, Ms. Watson," said Jasmine.  "I was looking for
Amber, but her cell is off.  Is she home?"

"Hi, Jasmine!  Good to see you!  Amber called from school a
few minutes ago to say she was staying late for a club
meeting.  She said she'd be home around 5:00.  But please
come in and visit with me for a while.  I haven't seen you
since early summer!"  The woman looked at the 12-year-old
girl's sleek athletic body that combined so nicely with her
exquisite face. `God, she's sexy!' thought the trim and
attractive 35-year-old woman as they walked into the den.

"Looks like I'm interrupting you," said Jasmine, discretely
eying the cleavage revealed by the woman's loose robe.

"No," said Melissa.  "I was just getting ready for a
bath...."  (And a nice masturbation session.) "... but that
can wait. So you went to camp this summer?  Camp
Sacajawea?"

"Yes; for 8 weeks.  I only got back a week before school
started."

"Did you know I went there when I was your age?  Amber
wasn't interested in sleep-away camp, unfortunately, but I
just LOVED it!  It was such a confidence-builder to be in
an all-woman environment like that.  It showed me that you
don't need to have boys or men around all the time.  I hope
that the camp is still effective at promoting such very
intimate bonds between girls, like it was back in the 80s
when I was there."  The look in her eyes hinted at the
unstated subtext.

Jasmine blushed a bit as she thought about the "bonding"
among girls in her cabin -- most of it blazingly sexual.
She wondered if Amber's mom had actually done the same
kinds of things. "I guess that atmosphere is still the
same, Ms. Watson.  I was VERY close to my cabin-mates."
Her lips formed a sly little smile.

The woman felt her heart beating faster.  Jasmine reminded
her so much of the girls she'd been attracted to back then.
How often had she fantasized about those wonderful times of
sexual discovery?  How many times had she masturbated, in
all the years since, to memories of carefree adolescent
sexuality with other girls... and with older counselors?

"Looks like you've really been keeping your body in shape,
Jasmine.  Are you still a swimmer?"  Melissa moved close to
the girl, her hand caressing her shoulder and down her arm.

"Yes," replied Jasmine.  "I took four golds in the final
races."  But she wasn't thinking about swimming.  Her eyes
were drawn to the increasingly-open front of the bathrobe,
showing more of Melissa's breasts... voluptuous, but still
surprisingly firm and youthful-looking.

Melissa moved behind the girl, and her hands began to
massage Jasmine's strong young shoulders.  What a totally
perfect combination of butch and beauty this girl is, she
thought.  "Remember when I used to massage your muscles at
swimming meets, when Amber was on your club team?  You were
the best swimmer then too."  Her hands moved down the
girl's back, firm enough to be soothing, light enough to be
erotic.  When they got to the bottom of Jasmine's shirt,
Melissa's hands came back up inside, against bare skin.
"Does this feel good, Jasmine?"

"Mmmmm... yes!" she cooed.  It was just the way the camp's
19-year-old swimming counselor did it when they made love.

 "My friends and I at camp loved massaging each other, as a
prelude to...."  The woman felt a tightness in her chest
and throat, making it difficult to get the words out.  But
her lust propelled her.  "... to having the most wonderful
sex-play.  Did you have sex with the other girls at camp,
like I did?" she whispered in Jasmine's ear.

"Yes," answered the girl, also in a low breathy voice, as a
shiver of arousal rushed through her body.

Melissa gently lifted Jasmine's shirt up and off, and her
hands came around to lightly tease the stiff little nipples
poking up from the girl's flat chest.  Then one hand slowly
slid down to the 12-year-old's crotch, stroking with two
fingers through the thin material of Jasmine's shorts and
panties. "Do you like what I'm doing?"

"Yes!" said Jasmine again, in an almost-pleading low moan.
She had come here primed for sex with Amber, but her lust
shifted instantly to Melissa.

"We should go back to my bedroom, dear," said Melissa in a
soft seductive voice; "and re-live some of our wonderful
camp experiences."  Her lips gently kissed along the side
of Jasmine's neck.  "No one will be home for more than an
hour... plenty of time for us to enjoy each other."

Melissa turned Jasmine around so they were face-to-face,
parting her bathrobe so that the whole front of her trim
body was exposed.  As she drew the girl to her, Melissa's
soft womanly breasts touched Jasmine's boyish chest.

"You're absolutely gorgeous!" said Melissa, just before
their mouths met in a warm gentle kiss, tongue-tips
playfully teasing each other.  When Jasmine's hand rose up
to touch Melissa's breast, the woman drew the girl's face
down to it.  Jasmine trembled with excited arousal as her
lips brushed against one large full nipple, and then moved
to the other.

"Yes!" signed the girl with pleasure, burying her face in
the woman's ample bust.  Melissa stroked the girl's short
dark hair, feeling more aroused than she had in years.
Then Jasmine's hand reached between their bodies, down
across the woman's pubic mound, feeling the smooth waxed
skin and the small patch of trimmed hair, as her fingers
sought the warm wetness between the folds of sex-flesh.

"Ohhhh!" the woman sighed.  "I want you so much Jasmine!
Let's go back to my bedroom."


Meanwhile, in yet a different part of the neighborhood....

Chris Wellington was in his bedroom, sitting at his
computer.  As was his habit in recent months, he was
browsing the Internet for free porn pictures and videos.
His door was locked, his pants and underwear were at his
ankles, and his hand was stroking his stiff cock. Chris was
narcissistic about his penis, and with good reason. It was
longer and thicker than the cocks of the other 12-year-old
boys with whom he'd engaged in sex-play; definitely more
mature than Michael's -- his best friend and most frequent
partner in naked boy-sex games.  And there was hair down
there; not a lot, but he had long since stopped counting
individual dark hairs, as he had done when they first
appeared.

Chris browsed through some good sites, in search of the
kinds of images and scenes that turned him on most
powerfully... like twinks with smooth strong bodies,
showing off their stiff cocks... and barely-legal chicks
with small-size breasts.  Until a few days ago, he sought
out women with over-sized tits, but that was before his
hook-up with Maya.

Now he was viewing an excellent amateur sex-tape that
served as the perfect accompaniment to his deliciously slow
masturbation -- a beautiful young woman being filmed by her
boyfriend as she stripped naked, sucked his cock, lay on
the bed fingering her pussy, and played with her shapely
small tits.  Then the video switched from hand-held to a
tripod-mounted view of the man and woman going at it.
Chris couldn't decide which was more of a turn-on: watching
the 10-minute video clip, or closing his eyes and
visualizing what he and Maya had done last Saturday after
riding their bikes to an isolated area of the park.  Both
images had him primed him for an excellent cum.  But he was
determined to delay his orgasm as long as he could this
time, so that the next time he fucked a girl (Maya again,
he hoped), he would last longer than the first time.

Just as things were getting good, his cell phone started
playing its Li'l Wayne ring-tone, signifying a call from
someone on his speed-dial list.  He picked it up to check
the name. `Well, speak of the devil!'  He pressed the
button to connect.

"Hey, girl!  I was just thinking about you.  What's up?"

"Hi Chris.  You were thinking about me, huh?  I hope your
thoughts were sexy," said Maya, trying her best to sound
seductive.

"I was thinking about what we did at the park.  How's that
for sexy?"

"Not too shabby," said Maya.  "So were you stroking your
boner when you think about me?"

Chris laughed.  Should he admit it?  Sure; why not.

"Of course!" he said.  "I'm strokin' it right now, and it's
REALLY big and stiff!"  He was pleased with the way the
conversation was going, because it suggested that another
sexual get-together was in the cards.  "So, you wanna get
together again and do it?"  The video on the computer
screen was showing the man going down on the girl.  "I'll
even lick your pussy if you like."  He wasn't sure how much
he'd enjoy it, but maybe Maya would be as into the idea as
he was about getting his cock sucked again.

"Yeah; I'd be psyched to do it again with you.  In fact,
that's what I was calling about," said Maya.

`YESSSS!' thought Chris.

"Want to go to a sex party?  Three guys and three girls.
Me, Amber, and Jasmine.  We're inviting Michael and this
hot guy that Jasmine knows who goes to Valley Prep.  It'll
be at Amber's dad's house while he's away and she's got the
place to herself... Saturday after next.  Are you game?"

"Are you shittin' me?"  He looked at the video of the
couple fucking energetically.   "Sure, I'm interested...
but tell me some more about what goes on at a sex party."

As Maya described her New York experience, Chris jacked his
cock, barely able to believe his good luck.  It might even
work out that he could finally suck Michael's cock.  (The
two friends had joked about it, but neither was willing to
admit that it was something he was eager to try.)

"It sounds radical.  I'm on it, girl!  And I'll make sure
Michael is there too."

"Excellent!  Maybe we can get together in the meantime.
Next Saturday... the park... just like the last time?"

"Definitely!  That'll be awesome, Maya."

"So you still got your boner in your hand?  Cause I've got
my finger on my pussy.  You ever heard of phone-sex?"

"You mean doing ourselves and talking about it?"

"Yeah.  Talking about anything sexy.  You go first"

"Cool!  OK; so I'm thinking about how you and me are in a
really plush hotel together, and we get naked and lie on
this king-size bed together...."  He used the mouse to
reverse the video back to a good part, and began describing
what was on the screen.  "And you're lying on your back
with one hand playing with your beautiful tits... and the
other rubbing that hot pussy of yours... and you're
squirming about cause if feels SOOOO good."  Chris was
jacking his cock faster now, his voice becoming breathy.

"Tell me how you'll go down on my pussy!"  Maya's hand was
inside her panties.

"OK."  He scrolled the clip ahead a little.  "You have your
legs spread and pulled back a little, and your pussy is wet
and pink and just waiting for me to do it.  And I kneel
down between your legs, and I stick out my tongue and run
it along your slit."

"Ahhhh, yeah!"  Maya lay on her bed, with her phone propped
against her ear by the pillow, using one hand to rub her
clit and the other to finger-fuck her pussy.  "Keep going,
Chris!"


End of Part 2

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