Reflections
Copyright© 2025 by Gunny Green
Chapter 27
Biography Sex Story: Chapter 27 - This is the story of a young man coming of age in the early 1970's, after high school. Carl learns about women and love, joins the Marine Corps, and learns about being an adult; this is a long story with several books covering many decades. Lots of sex in the first couple of books, and is autobiographical in nature.
Caution: This Biography Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Anal Sex Oral Sex
A couple more weeks went by, it was now the first of March; I’m not quite a month from leaving for recruit training. The girls are getting a little anxious about it; obviously all three are thinking about it; I’ve been keeping up with my physical training and doing pretty well. Life goes on; school is going to be closed for some reason the first Monday of the month. Irene asks if she can have the apartment to herself that day; she needs to have a long, private talk with Janice; she blushes a little when I tell it’s okay if she ends up using the bigger bed. I have no idea what happened, or what they talked about; I took Kelly to Niagara Falls for the day; we left early and got back just in time for work, we had a blast. Shortly after that Irene let me know that Janice would like her second ‘visit’ to be the next Sunday; I was okay with it and we all made our plans for that day.
We got up around 11 Sunday and cleaned up the place a little; Irene and Kelly went to pick up Janice at noon. I hadn’t been told much about what Janice wanted, how she wanted to ‘play’; I was a little surprised when it took 45 minutes for them to get back. Janice wearing a nice dress and pair of flats, carrying a small black purse; she looked like she had just gotten out of church. She got inside and shrugged out of her coat without a smile or a word; Kelly took it from her and took it into the other room with a small smile on her face. Irene stepped behind Janice and slowly unzipped Janice’s dress, then helped her out of it, also with a small smile playing on her lips. Underneath was a French Maid’s outfit, very sexy and revealing; but that wasn’t all. Janice was also wearing a very fancy pair of the lacey, stay-up stockings, the tops just barely visible below the short skirt and petticoat.
She slipped off the flats and just stood there; I realized she was looking at Kelly, who had come back carrying Irene’s platform heels. Kelly stepped forward and put the heels on Janice’s feet, then stepped back beside me with a grin. Janice pulled a black choker out of her purse, handed it to me, and carefully turned around; I hesitated for only a moment before I reached forward and fastened it around her neck. She stepped back and posed for me; when I nodded my approval and smiled at her, she finally smiled and giggled. The other two girls quickly joined her, I had to laugh a little myself.
Kelly, of course, was the first to speak; “Well, I think we did that very well,” still giggling a little. “I just love that outfit;” she told Janice; “but, you need to be really careful in those heels.”
Irene moved to stand next to me, first stopping and fluffing Janice’s short skirt and petticoat a bit; “We had to take a little bit of time getting the dress over the skirt and everything, but I think we hid it pretty well. You do need to walk around in the heels a little to get used to them,” she told Janice; “you don’t want to walk far, but one of his foot rubs will really feel good when you finally take them off. I think you look really good in the outfit too; the choker is a nice touch.”
I finally got a chance to speak, “I have got to stop buying those magazines and bringing them home, you girls are getting way to many ideas,” I chuckled again, “I think you look great; do a little spin and show me the whole thing. Carefully!”
She giggled and spun, tottering just a little, “I just loved it in the store back at Halloween, and had to buy it. I didn’t get a chance to wear it, but it was fun thinking about it, knowing it was hanging in the closet. You really like me in it?”
“I think you look fabulous,” I said, “you’ve got great legs, and the heels really draw my eye to them. You look delectable; I’m going to eat you up later.”
That made her shiver and blush a little, “I really hope so. I like this dressing up thing; I think I could get into role-playing in a big way. And too late about the magazines; we don’t have any problem buying them for ourselves.” she giggled again.
The other two girls chucked again, “You do realize the lady’s magazines have a lot of this stuff in them,” Kelly added, “especially the Cosmo. I like the costuming idea too; it’d be like assuming a new identity, a new persona for a couple hours, being whoever or whatever you wanted to be for a while. We may have to try that soon,” she nudged me, “what do you think about cheerleaders?”
“Like I said before; if you think you’re looking sexy in something, I’m going to think you’re sexy; it’s more attitude than anything else. And with your great legs and petite size, you’d make a very believable and sexy cheerleader, even in sneakers.” I respond. “I didn’t get many details on what you wanted to do today, what do you have in mind?” I asked Janice.
“Nothing specific; I just really wanted to dress up for you. I don’t need to do the ‘pet and Sir’ thing, though we could if you like,” she said, stepping forward to give me a hug. “Let’s just play it by ear; you know what I like already, and I don’t really have any needs today. I really like the heels, they put me at just the right height,” leaning forward for a kiss.
That got the other two girls laughing, “The right height for a couple things,” Irene chuckled, “If you get a chance, have him bend you over the table in them; he destroys me every time he does me like that, I’m getting wet and little quivers just thinking about it.”
“Me too,” Kelly added, “he seems to hit just the right spot when he’s fucking me from behind; I love it when he plows me like that.”
“Okay, okay; you’re starting to embarrass me a little,” I stumble. “It’s a pretty cool day; how about some spaghetti for dinner, I can add meatballs and Italian sausage if you’d like.” I got a round of approving nods; they moved to the living room so Janice could experiment with the heels, I got busy in the kitchen. I quickly heard the stereo playing; when I peeked in all three were practicing their dance moves, Kelly had put on a pair of heels also. I could be in big trouble; I wonder if there’s such a thing as sensory overload, I’ll have to do some research into it.
Dinner was a big hit again; I made a big pot so there would be leftovers. It must have been good; they all started with small portions, but even Kelly went back for seconds. They really liked the bite-size chocolate brownies I had bought; I was instructed to hide them somewhere from them. We finished up and I washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen; though Kelly volunteered Janice for the job, since she was in the maid outfit. Eventually I chased them out of the kitchen; the talk was getting a little too graphic and raunchy for me. As I was finishing Kelly and Irene came into the kitchen wearing their coats and carrying their purses; they had been told not to come back before 5, and maybe bring back some ice cream to go with the brownies. I got a hug and kiss from both of them as they left, smiling.
I went into the living room, the coffee table was still shoved to the side, Janice gently swaying to the music in front of the stereo. She told me to go put on a robe, and nothing else; when I got back, she smiled and pointed to the couch, then danced for me, almost as good as Irene had done; she had mastered the heels pretty quickly. She had pulled the sleeves of the outfit down so her shoulders were exposed, accenting her slender, lovely neck; in the middle of the dancing she folded the top down some and fully exposed her breasts, cupping them and playing with the nipples. I could tell she was as aroused as I was, and I was sitting there with a raging hard-on.
After several minutes she danced a little closer to me and whispered, “Show me, baby.” When I peeled back my robe, she licked her lips and nodded her own approval; then danced back across the room from me. She went on dancing for a few more minutes, then slowly and carefully dropped to her hands and knees; slowly crawling halfway to me with a smile on her face. She stopped and wiggled a little bit, her full dangling breasts swaying provocatively; “Lose the robe, baby; and get on your knees too.” she commanded. I was mesmerized again, if she had told me stand on my head, I would have. I left the robe on the couch as I also knelt upright on the floor, my hard cock sticking straight out in front of me. She licked her lips, took a little breath, then slowly crawled directly to me and engulfed my rod with her mouth, not stopping until her nose was pressed against my abdomen.
It felt incredible as my cock entered her throat; she held that position for several seconds, then pulled back until I was just in her mouth. She worked on me with her tongue for a minute, then took another small breath and deep-throated me again, this time I could feel her licking my balls, I couldn’t resist thrusting a little. She repeated this process several times, moaning and humming encouragement to me, very slowly building up speed; she felt me start to quiver, pulled off me and looked up. “This is so exciting! I want you to fuck my mouth, baby,” she pleaded; “I want you to hold my head and help me take you in my throat. I think you’re almost there; if it doesn’t happen right away, pull out every few seconds and let me take a breath. If I start struggling, let me breathe again; but I want to feel you cumming in my throat; I want to feel you pulsing, filling my belly.” I couldn’t speak; all I could do was nod and grab her head firmly on each side. She went back to work on me, urgently this time, it didn’t take long before we were in rhythm. The feeling was unbelievable; it only took another minute before I neared my peak again. I held her back for a second so she could take a bigger breath, then drove my cock forward, as far as it would go, holding her tightly as I gently thrust a little and sprayed my cum down her throat; pulsing more than a dozen times, grunting loudly. I tried not to hold her too long, as soon as I felt her try to pull back, I withdrew almost all the way, just the tip still in her mouth. She took a couple breaths, then went back to bobbing her head on me; pulling completely off to swallow a couple times. She worked on me more gently for a while, finally pulling completely off me and looking up at me with a grin.
“I knew I could do it!” she squealed proudly. “I’ve been practicing in secret with a dildo I bought. You must have liked it; you seemed to have cum a lot.”
I had eased back a little, almost on my heels, still panting a little heavily; I think I was breathing harder than she was. “That was wonderful, my pet, I liked that a lot. Thank you very much.”
She smiled and blushed a little, wiggling a bit, “Thank you, Sir; I like doing that for you very much. I would really like to practice that on you some more; the dildo isn’t very satisfying, or realistic, and it’s hard doing it all myself. I always get a thrill when I do it when practicing; I had a small orgasm when you came in my throat just now. I don’t have a morning class a couple times a week, could I come over every once in a while, to practice? You don’t have to fuck me, and you wouldn’t have to cum; but I really liked the feel of you throbbing in my throat,” she said, moving forward to suck me back into her mouth.
This girl is on a mission, I’m not sure I really want to know why. “Baby, there’s no way I could keep from cumming; you do that so well. Why are you doing all this?”
My cock popped out of her mouth as she settled back on her heels. “I guess I can tell you. My knees are getting a little sore, would you help me up please?” I did; we moved to the couch and cuddled, her still playing with my semi-erect cock. “First off, this is a lot of fun, whether I cum or not. I’m a lot like you in some ways, I think; I’m always watching and listening to people, trying to figure out what makes them tick. I’ve figured out that for guys, especially young guys; sex is always on their mind, for many of them it’s the most important thing. Then, as you know, I’ve realized I’m going to need a man that will take charge, dominate me a little, someone I’m going to want to really please. This pleases you, doesn’t it?” she asked as she leaned down and sucked on me again for a few seconds.
“Yes; it does honey, very much. But I want to please you, too.”
She sat back up, but continued playing with me, “I don’t think you realize just how much pleasing you; pleases me. I get a real thrill sucking on you like this; I had a little orgasm when you came down my throat, I do when you cum in my mouth; it’s almost as good as when you’re fucking me, even better in a way. When I orgasm while you’re eating me, or fucking me; it’s so intense and overwhelming it’s a little scary. I love it, but it’s too much sometimes; maybe even most of the time. When we talked the other day, you said the submissive one was in charge, in control; I realized that was very true. I know I’m going to have to be very careful choosing my ‘forever’ guy; making sure I don’t end up with someone who just wants to hurt me, or punish me for some reason. I want to try anal sometime, hopefully with you; I think that’s the last of the most common sex activities that I need to be able to master, and figure out a way to enjoy.”
“What about you and Irene? How does she figure into all this?”
That got me a wry grin. “Well, that is a complication I hadn’t counted on, and haven’t quite figured out yet. I do love her, and love being with her; but I had the most delicious dreams after spending that day and night with you; mostly about you, but also involving a couple other guys I almost know.” she said with a blush. “Thanks to my time with you, I now know for sure now that I’m not gay; I just happen to love Irene. I also found out that I don’t mind being with a woman, it can be most enjoyable, but I don’t crave it; except for Irene, of course. I’m not sure I’m explaining this very well, or that I’ve thought it completely out, or that I’m even right about some of it.”
“What about you and me?”
She looked into my eyes now, and stopped playing with me. “I haven’t figured you out much, except to know that I can trust you. I know you’re set on seeing as much of the world as you can, and experiencing the stuff that interests you; that I understand. I’m not sure I understand why you don’t want children of your own; I’ll bet you’d make a great father, or step-father, or at least father-figure for a while; but then I don’t really have to understand it, just accept it. You seem to be a lot stronger than you first appear, mentally and intellectually I mean; though I’ve got to say, I really like your body. Emotionally, I just don’t know; that part of you is what I don’t fully understand. I know you love Kelly and Irene, and whoever the other woman is, in your own way; I think if we spent enough time together, you’d love me too, and I’d could easily fall in love with you, probably as much as I do Irene. I wish there was enough time left before you leave for us to really get to know each other; you could be pretty close to my ideal guy. But I can’t change that, so I’ve got to find someone like you somewhere, sometime. I’ll be patient and careful about that, don’t you worry.”
I pause for a few seconds, thinking about what she had said. “You’ve been thinking a lot; as much I do, I think; I’m very impressed. I guess I know I’m a little different from most my guys my age, but I’ve never felt the need to fit in, to try make people like me. I expect other people to have different opinions and goals; I don’t see the need to justify mine, or agree with theirs; and I don’t care what most people think of me. I’m happy with myself pretty much; I know I don’t have that much experience yet, but I’m working on it. You ladies have really opened my eyes about a couple things,” I chuckle.
She chuckles too, “Not as much as you’ve opened ours, I’ll bet. I really like talking with you like this, can I come over sometimes; just for this?”
“Of course honey, I really like talking to you too. I’ve got to say, watch what you wear around me; you’re so attractive and sexy, I may find it hard to have a coherent conversation with you; especially if you did your deep-throat practice,” I joke.
She giggled, “You’re doing pretty good right now, even with me playing with your dick.”
“You just drained me honey, but I’ve got to say; you still playing with me is bringing me back to life pretty quick.”
“That’s the idea, sweetie; I’m not done with you yet today. I’ve been experimenting with my dildo, not just in my pussy and mouth; what do think about trying that anal I mentioned earlier?” she asked, leaning down to gently suck on me some more.
This woman keeps surprising the hell out of me. I gently caressed her hair and body as she worked on me; I stopped thinking and just enjoyed the sensation. After a minute or so I asked; “Are you serious about trying that today, honey?”
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