Date: Sun, 3 Oct 2010 01:02:13 +0100 From: tina foster Subject: Noontime Rising ~ Endgame TS/Teen Bi By Reading this, you acknowledge that it's intended for adults only, like the rest of the work of tinafosteruk@gmail.com If you're not old enough to read this, "why are you here?? Go away..." To those who enjoy reading these, thank you for your attention, it's appreciated. Do get in touch. I like the feedback. *********** I opened up Yahoo, then logged into my mail account. I looked for any new mail and noticed that on chat young John was online. Now I'm always invisible when I log in, so he'd not known I'd signed in. But this was young John, the fellow whose photo had led to me acting as an in-house escort for his friends, just because I wanted what I'd seen in that photograph. "Any chance?" I messaged. Then after a few minutes and a couple of emails sent, he replied, "Any chance of what?" He also left a winking emoticon. `Yes,' I mused, `he knew what I wanted.' "Any chance of a hard fuck?" I typed. Long moments later my reply came, "I have my own place now." There it was, my answer. Prior to now, the stumbling block to us meeting up was that neither of us had our own place. That's why I had entertained his friends when I had, at twelve noon on a Saturday, when my folks were out having a meal. And, John had a Saturday job. "You've got your own place! When?" I had typed and, this time I left an emoticon with a beaming smile. Again there was a long pause before he replied, "After six." "When?" I had typed. "After six tonight," he had answered. `Tonight? Now, that caught me off guard,' I mused. John's Father had seen me as some sort of sexual predator, for having a friendship he could not understand. And, that had been before I'd got to see that photograph. Afterward, he may have been right. As it was young John's desires were much like my own ... But, there had also one more problem in John's eyes: My Father. Prior to my Mother's death, John had called several times; heck, it had been on one of those visits that he'd realised I wore women's lingerie, when I'd knelt down and bent forward one evening, to change a tape in my video machine. It was soon after that; I got to see that photograph. And then, I'd `ended-up' servicing his friends for him, just `coz I wanted, nay needed, what lay between his legs. Yet though I'd not got what I wanted, yet; and ` now it looked like I finally would,' I mused, as I locked the gate to the driveway. I got the train, in favour of the bus, even though the bus stopped nearly outside: as I like the train, people-watching on every journey. And besides, this time I needed the walk, from the station to John's, to relax a little, before I got to his, to play. Over my right shoulder was my shoulder, full of the pretty things I intended to wear, for young John, the fellow, whose manhood I so wanted, inside me. My arousal growing as the train neared the station nearer his, I'd got to a phone and rung: "I'll be a few minutes, that's all." "Uh-huh," he'd responded; and I could just imagine him smiling, as John told me, "I'm looking forward to seeing you dressed as Tina." Again, I reminded someone, in this case John; "I don't look passable." "Doesn't matter, I've seen a few photo's: you look worth fucking," he told me. "Why thank you Sir," I responded, with mock servility. "I like hearing you say that." "What's that?" "Sir..." "Oh..." I answered, realising where it might be heading. "I want to hear more of that when you get here..." "Erm, yes.. Sir." I could really imagine the grin now: "And what do you want when you get here?" "I want your... cock, Sir." Although I'd said the words, I couldn't help but be pleased that I'd said them, for him to hear, irrespective of what saying them might lead to. I'd held my breath, as I waited for his retort. And finally, John said flatly: "I'll leave the door on the latch, for you..." Then I'd breathed and been sure to say, "Thank you." With my arousal evident from the growing tent in my panties and tights, I knew I meant my gratitude, just for the promise, of his hard length inside me, treating me however he wanted. That was my desire, I realised in the second, I want to be a femme-fuck, my body his to use and enjoy: a simple ambition. And that thought almost amused me, with its sheer simplicity, for all I'd done for him, that I smiled a lot, as I walked to his, chewing on a blackcurrant and liquorice boiled sweet, taken from a bag I purchased on the way. I found the house and, the intercom with his name by a bell. I pressed. "Is that you?" John snapped. "Yes," I mumbled, my stress levels going through the roof. He sounded pissed-off. "I told you come on in..." "But, the main door..." I began. "Oh..." He said, and the sound of a buzzer pronounced my access. I opened the main door and headed upstairs, to find the door that was left ajar, which hadn't been too difficult, though I'd had to locate the third floor before I found it. I entered, not knowing for sure it was John's flat. I followed his instructions, event though it mightn't have been his flat. But, I didn't want to disappoint him again. Having dressed in a white shirt tucked into a wool short red and black tartan, pleated very short skirt, worn over self-support stockings and cotton-panties, worn reversed, to cradle that redundant iten of manhood; for it was so today. I wanted nothing more than his pleasure, as he used me. I really wanted and, need it. So, with butterflies whirling in my empty stomach, I left the bathroom and walked down the small corridor to the lounge door, which I knocked on. And though I'd been fearful of what this evening held, I was also anxious to finally be with the fellow I'd lusted after, for ever-so-long. As I entered the first thing I noticed was the smell of poppers in the air; and there were clothes strewn on the floor, a man's and a woman's; and, both of a design that suggested a couple younger than me. A girl of about fourteen or fifteen, but no more, lay slumped in the armchair to my left, a glazed expression on her face; her legs splayed, thick semen bubbled between the puffy well-fucked looking hairless pussy, some of it dripping down, to the floor. Noting the surprise evident on my face, as I stared slack-jawed at John's guest, he grinned broadly and spoke to me mockingly. "Jenny here was a good fuck, like I needed, after being so disappointed by my girlfriend last night. So as a thank you for..." For a moment he rubbed his chin, as he sought the right words; "...accommodating, that's it!" He started again, "As a thank you, for being so accommodating, I'm letting her sit in and..." "But," I interrupted, "I thought it'd just be you and me..." I whined plaintively, and turned my head a little to look at Jenny, idly playing fingers through her reddened puffy looking labia. She hardly seemed interested, but I already knew the spell of his manhood and besides the poppers and perhaps some Charlie, I'm sure she was fatigued by the source of our mutual desire. How I envied her that. "Come over here," he instructed; "and lie down on the couch, face down. A few more orders barked out, which I quickly obeyed: of course. I did not want to disappoint, my young master. For that was how I thought of him, already. I lay with my feet at the alcove end, where the lamp stood, my head at the end nearest to the kitchen doorway, where he stood facing me, on my belly, erection-leaking pre-cum in my cotton panties. Holding my ankles I looked up, imploring him to fill my open drooling mouth. And, grasping the back of my head in both his hands, the fingers spread wide; he pushed forward, filling me. Then holding me like that, he began to use my willing mouth, as if he were fucking my face. He drove that solid, cut eight-inches back and forth, in and out; and, after awhile I didn't gag, as I had at first, much to his pleasure. With watery eyes I saw him turn his gaze to Jenny, "Watch this," he instructed, as that thick length of his shoved into my mouth filling it, drool leaking from the corners of my lips. I relished being young John's `toy', there to satisfy the cock I'd wanted, for what seemed like forever. "I told you that he was eager for this?" He quizzed of his friend sitting opposite, her eyes glued to the action; as sissy-slut Tina slathered over man-meat, eager for it to be in ass-pussy, as soon as possible. "Yeah, you did..." the too thin teen responded, voice slurred. She was well-spaced, on coke, booze and whatever; yet her eyes, her glazed eyes fixed on me, as I sought to satisfy young John. And, `judging from the sounds of pleasure issuing from his mouth, I was doing a good job.' I mused as I slathered on his blood-engorged man-meat.. John was grunting, with each thrust, fingers full of my hair, as he pulled me into him; and for a second I gagged once again, as his large cock-head blocked off my airway, till I somehow found this circular breathing through my nose; allowing allowed me to safely continue to orally satisfy, without threat of asphyxiation. "Oh yeah, you did," she repeated slowly, licking away the spittle that had formed as she watched John face-fucking me, his grip on my head tighter, with his growing need to satisfy his rapacious urges. Suddenly he pulled his length out of my mouth, pushing me away almost brutally. `What had I done?' I mused, feeling somewhat panicked. "I want more than that and, you know it," he said to me, holding his erection in his right handed grip, pre-cum oozing from the tip. Oh-how I so-wanted to taste it. "I'm going to lie down, with some poppers and lube, lets' see what you can do?" He said to me with a grin, offering me the lube. I crawled over to John, as he rested his head between Jenny's legs, her feet dangling just over his shoulders and, briefly he looked to her: "just watch", he told her. And, he grinned, as I knelt by his right to take the tube of lube, which I used to grease up my boy-pussy, with first one, then two fingers. I knew how big he was and, the way I saw it, I needed to be widened, to take him. "He likes this bit," John told the teen above him, her glazed eyes showing that she was hardly there. Yet, she grinned, inanely. And, as I straddled John, I looked into his eyes, as he took a hit from the small brown bottle. And I'm sure his impressive length and girth grew further, in my left hand, as I guided to it to the head of my well-lubed, welcoming hole, holding the panties gusset to one side. I'd waited so long and, pleased so many, just to do as I as doing; easing myself down on his hard flesh: and soon he was easing me open, widening me, as I lowered myself further, till my buttocks resting on his groin. Taking his second hit, John passed me the bottle, his thumb over the bottle: "Here you slut. Use some of this, enjoy yourself!" One blast up each nostril, I handed the bottle back to him, and resting my hands on his chest, began to tease his nipples with my thumbs, as I lowered and fell on his glorious hard fleshy pole, that felt as though it entered my emty gut, as I bottomed out, each time I fell, signing at first. And soon, I closed my eyes, delighting in the feel of his hands on my nylon-clad legs, as I continued to rise and fall, my mind lost to a glorious world of lust, for the smells of the moment; for his handsome face, that reminded me so-of Johnny Depp and, for my desires fulfilled. "Can we... Uhhh... do this again... Sir?" I queried of my young lover, as he sat up and began suckling on my nipples. I'd no idea when he'd undone my shirt, my blouse; but Geez, the feel of him nipping on me tit-flesh is all it took, to send me over the edge and I shot my boy-juice into the cotton panties, soaking them. He pushed me up and away from him, to harshly twist my nipple-flesh, as he spoke, "Depends!" `Depends?' Again there it was, that panic. I would do anything, absolutely anything for him, to enjoy being used like this again. "Well pleasure my friend and, I'll think on it..." he told me and I'm sure he was grinning as he did so. I'm sure of it. And opening my eyes, I saw Jenny frigging her well-used pussy, fingers moving fast, as they sluiced back and forth, staring at me as I continued to fuck myself on John's wonderful hardon. Oh, I liked what I saw, smelling her exquisite smells and, I had to. I just had to do as he asked. "Yessir," I told John, quite pleased that he had ordered this of me. As John cradled his head on his crossed-arms, I leant forward to taste Jenny, now rocking back and forth, occasionally rotating my hips, revelling in the feel and pleasure of having my young Master deep inside me. With my hands on her inner thighs, sticky from their cum and lube, I opened her up with my eager tongue, lathing it up and down, slurping on her flesh. And, John's hands were on my buttocks, clawing at my skin, scratching and, sending ripples of excitement through me, as I revelled in this pain and, the pleasure of our wonderful fuck. "Oh... please..." I murmured a moment, flicking at Jenny's clit, "Oh please..." I was begging for more; for more of the smell of us, the taste of us and the delights of his glorious, wonderful fuck. And, I tightened my ass-walls against his delightful length, driving in and out of my boy-pussy, causing John to gasp, with pleasure. "Good fuck," My young Master muttered, as our flesh slapped together. And, as Jenny suddenly wrapped her young, slim, powerful legs round my neck, crossing her ankles and pushing her wet sex hard into my face, John grunted, blasting his hot cum deep into my bowel: and, I loved him, for that. She continued to hump herself against my face as, John continued to thrust into me slowly, as his size very slowly diminished within me. Then he slipped out of me, and I eased the gusset of my panties back into place, to soak of anything I could keep in. And, I so wanted to keep in all that he had given me. And that's when Jenny gave me her gift, a golden acrid-tasting flow of urine straight into my mouth; and I loved it, pressed my lips tight her her labia, sucking avidly, trying to swallow it all, as I drank. Some leaked out, but as she sat back satisfied, Jenny ruffled my hair, looking at me, with those glazed eyes. "Nice," she murmured, as I stood up, smoothing my skirt down and buttoning my shirt, looking at my two young lovers as I did so. I looked at John and smiled, mouthing the words `thank you', as I turned to leave. It's not often a dream is fulfilled, but his cream, leaking a little, from my well-used asshole, reminded that I'm had mine. And boy-I was happy. "Do you want to call again and stay overnight next time?" He asked sleepily. John was playing with his right nipple and his limp cock, still impressive in its flaccid state. And, I so-wanted to stay; but I had the tea to cook for my Dad, so had to go. "Oh-boy YES," I laughed, walking down the hall, to get changed...