Chapter 1

As a kid I always dreamt of traveling the world. It seemed to me the greatest thing one could possibly do. Of course I was only 6 or 7 at the time. But the dream didn’t fade away, and at nineteen I was coaxed (rather easily) into joining the Navy.

I never regretted it, for I was able to travel, not the entire world, mind you, but a decent amount of it, and along the way I did manage to make the acquaintance of a few very desirable women.

Surprisingly the first of which was my first cousin Loretta. It was 1987, had just come home from Boot Camp at the Great Lakes naval Training Base, head shaven and in the best shape of my life.

My mother threw a little welcome home party to which my cousin brought her friend Grace; both attended the Catholic High school – girls only – on the other side of the city.

The party went well enough, but I noticed the two girls were always close at hand, making me feel like the celebrity I wasn’t. Loretta was a thin, wispy girl with braces and lovely light brown hair that hung down past her shoulders. Grace was so bloody Irish her face could have been on any poster proclaiming tourists visit Donegal, Galway, or Dublin. Gorgeous red hair and slightly taller than Loretta, Grace had pert breasts that she strove to push forward wherever she faced. I was sure they would be special tits in a year or two. As for Loretta, well she had two bumps on her chests so one knew she was a female, and when viewed from behind, she had a lovely arse, as my grandmother would say.

As it turned out, they needed a ride home. I was volunteered to take them. I didn’t argue. Did I mention that I was attired in my navy whites? I should have. I wore them especially for the ladies, of whom there were several constantly fawning over me (possibly trying to make their husbands and boyfriends jealous, and just possibly to rub their thighs and tits against me and my sparkling tight white uniform.

Oh yeah—they did, and more than once. They acted in concert, swarming around me and making me a virtual pin-ball machine. Not that I minded that much. I did notice that Loretta and Grace never got in on the so-called action, and I thought about it, but got no answers.

Okay, they got into my car, Loretta and Grace cramming into the front with me, giggling like the schoolgirls they were.

“Do you two lovelies have to be home any time soon?” I inquired.

“No—No,” Loretta answered emphatically, without even looking at her friend.

“Well would you mind if I drove out to the point? We could watch the birds flying over the Bay and possibly enjoy the sunset.”

“Oh, wow,” Grace said, “That’s a great idea!”

“Yeah, it’s super cool!” Loretta added a second later.

And with that isolated destination in mind we headed toward the Bay area which I knew was devoid of others especially at this particular time of day.

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I parked the car and after a minute or so, suggested we all move into the more spacious backseat. I added that the view was better (an outright lie). Neither girl challenged me on it, and both willingly climbed into the back seat, during which Loretta provided me with a generous glimpse of her white cotton panties with little teddy bears on them.

Grace was more circumspect in moving into the back, placing her hand into her dress and holding it firmly against her legs as she managed to climb from front to back.

Had she noticed me ogling Loretta, or was she just self-conscious about showing me something I had no business seeing? No matter, seconds later I sat between the two of them hoping a seagull would swoop across the windshield and provide us with an aerial display of ‘Oooo’s and Ahhh’s.’

Seconds later a seagull flew over the hood of the car and both girls leaned forward to get a better view of it flying away. I mustered my courage, and laid a hand in the middle of Grace’s back and managed to place the other arm around Loretta’s shoulder pulling her closer to me.

Grace’s expression had gone vacant; she was feeling my hand. I started gently sweeping it up and down her back, keeping up the patter. “I’m reminded of the pelican’s and egrets in the marshes’ of Puerto Rico,” I said, having been nowhere near any place but the Great Lakes Training Base, and as far as I could tell, the joint was bird less since it was boot camp and we were kept quite busy 24-7.

“Um, Johnny?” Loretta said leaning into me.

“Yes?”

“This is nice, but you know what Grace and I would really like to see?”

At that, Grace turned toward me and I felt her young breast pressed against my side.

“What’s that, Loretta?”

“Could you take us to an adult video store?”

There went my idea of some kind of threesome in the backseat of my car.

“I could,” I managed to get out, but my mind was racing. Sure I could take them, but how would I handle things once we were in the place? And if we rented a film or two, just where would we watch it? And was I going to have to buy the damn things and spend most if not all my meager money?

“Why would the two of you want to go there?”

“To rent a porno flick, silly!” Loretta chirped.

As naive as I was at nineteen, I knew this was bullshit.

“I need a better reason than that, Loretta.”

“We wanna see the positions, you know?” Grace said, sounding like she was having a tooth pulled. Then they used their femininity on me. Loretta squeezed my thigh as she added, “Pretty please?” Grace’s boob drilled deeper into my side, and I understood I’d been set up by the two of them.

“Okay, okay, but I need a couple of honest answers from you two.”

“Sure, Johnny. What do you want to know?”

“Where do you plan on watching the videos?”

“Huh?” Loretta said in obvious surprise.

“There’s a party going on at my house, so that’s out. Loretta, anyone home at your place?’

“Um, yeah, my brothers and grandmother.”

“Grace?”

“What’s the difference? We can get it back to the store in a couple days and...”

I cut her off. “No you can’t. Skin flicks have to be returned the following day or the rates zoom up on you. Neither one of you has a car. How are you gonna get it here? I won’t let you leave me on the hook for the damn thing; they cost $60 bucks or more.”

Grace said: “What time is it?”

“Its 6:30, Grace,” I said after glancing at my Timex.

“We have about three and a half hours; my folks won’t be home until 10 or so. Is that enough time?”

“Let’s do it, there used to be a place about a mile from here. I jumped into the front seat and started the car, telling the girls to remain in the back for the time being.

I said a silent prayer of thanks that the Adult store was devoid of customers, at least out front. There was a scrawny, pimple cursed guy behind the counter who checked out the girls but didn’t say a word. Both Loretta and Grace were scared shitless after entering the store and seeing the dozens of blatant nude magazines, both male and female along with dildos and vibrators openly displayed in the front of the store.

“Jesus,” Grace sighed quietly.

“I don’t think he comes in here on Fridays, you know?’ I said kiddingly.

“I don’t think he ever comes into this place!” Grace shot back.

“What’s back there?” Loretta asked, pointing to the single door leading to the video room and part time ‘glory’ booths.

“Um, I’m going to tell you, but don’t blame me for being truthful, right?”

“What’s back there, Johnny? Loretta said, nervously.

“Booths for watching the videos...”

They both knew there had to be more to it and their stares compelled me to tell them.

“They call them Glory Booths.”

They both looked at me as if I was crazy.

It occurred to me that with both of them attending a Catholic High School the word Glory might have a different connotation to them than its meaning in the Adult store.

I pulled the girls closer and whispered in their ears. “They’ve drilled holes in the side of some booths, and guys stick their you know what’s through the hole and whoever’s in the booth takes their you know what’s in their mouth and blows them.”

I took a deep breath for the words had spilled out of my mouth in a rush. Then I looked at the girls. Loretta was nodding at Grace; they had thought it might be that way back there!

“We’ll stay out here, Johnny,” Grace said, speaking for both of them. It was my turn to nod. She reached out to pluck a video box off one of the upper shelves and her top came up, revealing the lower portion of her bra. Instant hardon!

I sidled closer, and Loretta did too, only she squatted, displaying a view of her upper thighs I didn’t think I was going to see, at least not in the store. I settled into a squat beside her forcing Grace to join us. I got to enjoy a shot up her skirt and saw she was wearing lacy pink panties.

I spoke to the two of them at the same time. “Okay, is there a particular sex thing you want to see?”

“What do you mean particular?”Loretta asked.

“Well there’s some featuring a man and a woman. Some with two women, others with a man and two women, or the reverse, and then there are the gang bangs, which have multiple guys fucking...” I realized I’d said the F word and paused, awaiting their scornful criticism. It didn’t come.

“There’s more but that’s the gist of it. So anything tickle your fancies?”

They started laughing. “Tickle our what’s?”

“Ha-Ha-Ha,” I said, accepting that the joke was on me.

Then I went on the offensive and reached up to take a box with a black dildo in it and pointedly inquired which of them preferred the darker model over the paler one.

That shut them up, and I pushed the envelope, “I always wondered about the advertising on those things.” I held the package out to Loretta with my left hand, and she took it and pretended to examine it---but she wasn’t really looking at anything except the 8” ebony cock inside the package.

“Well, do you have any experience with them? You know, something hard and cold like this won’t replace the real thing, right?” I said to tease her into a response. Loretta’s eyes went wide screen. And her jaw dropped. I glanced over at Grace. Her eyes were kind of glassy too, but she hadn’t moved an inch. I could almost feel the testosterone rushing through my 19 year old veins.

Man was I HARD!

And BOTH girls were comparing my schlong with the black dildo in the box. Mine was outlined against the tight white pants of my naval uniform; and let me tell you I measured up to the plastic or whatever the fuck it was made of dildo in the box!

“Maybe,” Grace replied.

I cupped her pert left breast in my hand, and countered with, “Maybe?”

She tried to brush my hand away. I gave the tit a gentle squeeze and released it.

“Is he ... is he groping you, Gracie?” Loretta asked mainly out of curiosity than anything else.

“No,” she replied dully, taking the package from her to examine it herself. “We’re just looking at this dildo, Loretta.”

Without saying a word I sent my hand back to her breast. She ignored it. Loretta looked at me sideways, but didn’t say anything while I gently massaged her girlfriend’s tit.

Possibly trying to distract me or both of us, Loretta picked another item off the shelf and said, “I think I understand what this is supposed to do, but I’m not sure.” What do you think, Gracie?”

Grace put the black dildo down and took the other package from Loretta. As she did I let my hand drop from her tit and slip under her dress easily defeating the waistband of her pants, and drew a finger along the top of the groove between the solid cheeks nestled there, while watching her face.

It was perfection itself; rosy cheeks and a dimpled chin, with green eyes and of course the red hair that so typified her as being Irish.

Ahhh well, I thought, let’s see how it goes... and with my right hand under her dress I used the other to grasp her right hand and place it on the tubular bulge running down my thigh.

“So ... what do you think?” I said, asking the same question Loretta had, but with an entirely different meaning.

Her green eyes bugged, and she tried to snatch her hand away, but I held it against my cock for a long moment before releasing it; only to find that she preferred leaving it there. I counted to three ... and then she began measuring it after a fashion, even gave it a pleasant squeeze.

I would take something else away from this particular dalliance that I’ll share with you now, and that is it is best to be open and honest with a woman at times like this. They know where things are going, perhaps before you do. The old saw, ‘Honesty is the Best Policy’ may have originated under such circumstances. I’m just sayin’.

So, I dropped all pretenses and leaned in, murmuring, “I’m gonna ask you a question, Grace, and if you say no, I’ll be a good boy and stop, but if you say yes, I’m gonna take it easy and be real gentle, but we’re gonna resolve things in the backseat of my car, understand?”

“W ... what’s the question?”

“Do you want to fuck me? Yes, no or even a nod will do.”

I watched the fear and desire at war in her face. My wandering right hand got a finger under the elastic along the leg of her panties, and I slid it along, working it between her legs into the thick bush covering her cunt. There was a slight twitch on her face, nothing else. Was it my finger or the question?

Meanwhile, my cousin Loretta was getting peevish. “Grace is he feelin’ you up? I’m gonna call the guy at the desk, he’ll put a stop to this nonsense!”

Grace’s green eyes remained locked on mine, but she addressed Loretta fiercely, sotto voce, “Loretta. Shut. Up.”

“B-but...” Loretta drew back, surprised.

I flicked a quick glance at her and murmured, “It’s all right; you know me. I’m a nice guy.” Then I turned my attention back to Grace. “We could do it at your place. You said we have time to watch the movie.” I reminded her.

Emotion washed back and forth in her eyes as the battle waged - fear, desire, and other things I couldn’t readily identify. “Just once?” she asked, huskily.

I held her eyes, put on my most sincere expression, and murmured, “Oh, I hope not!”

She looked directly into my eyes and said: “God, I hope I don’t live to regret this!”

My finger found her wet opening and slipped inside her. She shuddered, sighed and slowly stood up on what had to be shaky legs. Of course my hand dropped away from her and fell to my side.

Turning to face Loretta, she said, “Grab a movie, any movie, Loretta. We’ll watch it at my place.”

A minute later I was settling the bill with the cashier and we were off to Grace’s apartment.

I followed her directions and pulled up to this nice looking apartment building on West Side Avenue. There was something all too familiar about it, but I failed to make the connection until Grace was opening the door to apartment 321.

It was the same apartment that I had lost my cherry in five years earlier to Teresa Kupcheck! How could I not have remembered that?

Pushing that memory aside, I thought about a more current problem, Loretta. I knew better than to try to add my cousin to the mix---it would screw everything up. So, what the fuck do I do with her? I wondered, as we entered the apartment.

We settled in the living room, all three of us standing near the center of the room. Loretta dropped the bag of goodies on a coffee table, then bent over and started digging stuff out. She laid out the dildo and its various aids on the table, then collected the movies and stepped around it, headed for Grace’s DVD player. I watched this bemused for a moment, and then addressed Loretta.

“Um, look, Loretta, Grace and me are gonna make out for a while. I don’t think you wanna watch us. So why don’t you watch the movie and err, we’ll be in her bedroom.”

“Yeah, well if I hang around you guys maybe nothing much will happen. Ever think of that?”

I had no answer for this, but before I said anything Grace jumped in, “Loretta, Johnny and me are gonna fuck like bunnies. If you insist on hanging out, and you mess with us for anything less than Johnny chasing me with a butcher knife, we won’t leave here friends! You understand?”

I stood there with my mouth open. The look on Loretta’s face was priceless. Finally, she burst out, “Grace, you sound like a total slut! Jeezus!”

I gathered Grace in close, and kissed her quickly below the left ear. She shuddered and tucked herself into me. I had no idea what Loretta was doing, and didn’t care.

I launched a full-scale invasion of her chest, opening several buttons and dipping a hand into her bra and displaced the left breast while disrupting its mate. Grace moaned softly as I massaged a handful of firm, pliant flesh, with a stiff protuberance capping it. I locked that bit of gristle between my second and third fingers, and almost came in my pants when she mewled in my ear.

Only then did I look over her shoulder at Loretta, whose mouth was still working and said, “You want to protect her, right? I understand. But it’s gonna be okay. My intentions aren’t what you’d call honorable, but it’s something she wants, and I plan to make it memorable, for both of us.”

“Look, Johnny, I don’t trust you,” she said and her face reflected this sentiment.

“Well, that’s cool,” I allowed. “I’m willing to do whatever to make you feel better about it.”

“Um, like leaving her alone?” Loretta probed.

I didn’t bother answering her. Instead I returned my attentions to Grace and began moving the two fingers that had her nipple trapped back and forth, the friction must have sent little lightning bolts right to her cunt because she whispered, “Ohhhh yeah. Fuckkk yeah!”

“You two better stop it!” Loretta yelled.

Grace’s voice shook as she hissed, “Cut it out, Loretta! My house, my rules. Watch the frigging porno flick why don’cha?”

I remembered the small item I’d pilfered from the Adult Store and pulled it from the front of my pants and flipped it to Loretta. “Here play with this it will give you thrill after thrill once you put it in and turn it on.”

She seemed fascinated by the contents of the box-- there were four or five items inside. The first were kind of simple, a smooth domed tip, and one with small teeth on it. But there were a couple of small sleeves, too, one that did a pretty good job of looking like a flickering tongue, one that added a soft cock head, and a third that added a narrow, pencil thin flex tip about four inches long. Loretta’s finger settled unerringly on the last item. “What’s that?”

“Um, it’s for, um, ass play,” I related, somewhat diffidently.

“Really?” Her eyes were wide with amazement.

The reaction could have been a LOT worse. “Yeah, it’s narrow, so it’s not scary, but ... You know, uh, it’ll take a lot more...”

Loretta nodded, “Uh huh.” But her eyes weren’t reflecting a whole lot of belief.

I returned my attentions to Grace, her nipples had popped up considerably; I could feel the tight wrinkles of her constricted areole, and the fat, protruding length of the nipple itself. I knew I’d enjoy the hell out of nursing on them.

And in the back of my lizard brain I was wondering what Loretta’s looked like as well.

“Loretta thinks I’m a total slut,” Grace whispered in my ear a moment before her tongue entered it. “I think I am, Johnny!”

It was my turn to shudder.

A moment later I kissed her for the first time. Her mouth was even hungrier than mine.

We broke for air some minutes later. Loretta had started the fuck flick and was settled into a fluffy arm chair. I could see straight up her skirt. If she saw me, she didn’t close her legs; in fact she might have even opened them a little more.

“You’re some kisser,’ Grace said in a husky voice.

“You too,” I replied, ever the silver tongued devil.

“Um, Grace, could you do that thing for me, you know the thing where the woman shucks her bra without taking her blouse off?”

She laughed. It was definitely a lewd laugh, and did exactly what I’d asked her to do. Dipping a shoulder and doing a slight twist, and wallah, the bra was in her hand!

And now I could plainly see those lovely tits of hers!

“Let’s go sit down,” Grace suggested breathlessly as her hand ran over her stiffened nipples as if testing their resiliency. I drew her around the coffee table to the couch without saying a word.

We sat there for a moment; I was rubbing her back through the blouse when I caught Loretta trying to signal Grace. I pointedly ignored her and lowered my lips to Grace’s neck. Gooseflesh rippled, and Grace and started writhing in my arms.

“I love it when you do THAT!” she moaned.

I didn’t mind it either. She was soft and curvy, and the parts of her I was feeling pressed against me had my cock emulating an iron pipe.

We kissed again, it lasted a long time and when I came up for air, I had two handfuls of breast flesh, and Grace was panting, “Johnny, take those damned white pants off!”

I backed off, and started to shuck out of them, leaving my boxers on. Grace sat up, executed some flip, and her top went flying toward the bedroom. I just stood there, transfixed, one foot hung up in my pants leg. I managed not to fall on my face and went for her tits, managed to capture one stiffened nipple in my mouth and made the mistake of biting to hard.

“Ouchie!” she squawked, “Not so rough!” Then pulled me right back on it. I was more careful from then on, nursing both nips in turn.

Meanwhile, Loretta had started the porno flick, which involved a bored housewife seducing the plumber. She glanced our way and mouthed the words: ‘Jesus Christ,’ and returned to watching the movie.

I heard Grace moan again and realized she might be in an uncomfortable position since it was resting on the arm of the couch. Snatching a pillow from the floor beside me, I worked it under her neck without letting go of her chewy bud.

A couple of minutes later, she drew me up to her cherry red face and panted, “Touch me!”

My hand slid over her surprisingly firm belly, under the waistband of her panties and into a jungle of kinky curls, drawn to a valley of humid warmth. My middle finger slipped over the pubic bone, and was immediately sliding alongside a ridge of firm pulsing flesh. I pinned her clit between my middle and index fingers with Grace moaning into my mouth and undulating against me. I had to break the kiss to hold my position; when I backed off, her eyes flew open and she hissed urgently, “Promise me you’re gonna fuck me!”

Instinctively, I knew what she wanted. I leaned forward, still working my fingers on her clit, and murmured, “I’m gonna fuck your brains out! I’m gonna put my big cock in your swamp of a pussy and turn your insides to butter!”

That’s all it took; Grace’s eyes rolled up and she clutched me to her while her hips rolled and my hand became soaking wet from the boiling fluids pouring out of her opening. I kept the hand moving, and gently sank my teeth into her neck and she keened wordlessly, arching herself despite my weight on her.

I’m trying to describe this, but words fail me. I can only say that even if I’d never got to fuck her, I’d be able to beat off to the memory of that moment when I was ninety! There was such a feeling of power in feeling her surge under me, arching and gasping and clutching and spewing fluid as she came.

Up to that time, I’d fucked four girls. None of whom reacted as powerfully as Grace had---riding my fingers!

Grace finally settled, and was suddenly cuddly, snuggling up and wrapping herself to me in a soft, pliant layer. She reached down and gently removed my hand, panting, “Give me a minute---it’s too much right now.”

I grinned in delight, and brought my hand up to my face; it was sticky, and had a delicious smell!

I made a production out of licking off my damp fingers, noisily enjoying her secretions while her eyes danced and she blushed furiously. Then I ground my still boxer-encased cock against her mound, watching her eyes go glassy. I’d never held such power, ever! “What do you want to do now?” I asked in a voice that had to thick with lust.

“Take your boxers off,” Grace directed. “I’m gonna lay down with my head in your lap, and we can watch some of the movie!

“It’s a plan,” I allowed. “But we’re gonna fuck! I have GOT to have that hot box of yours!”

“Oh, yeah! Sure absolutely!” Bright green eyes engaged mine while she nodded vigorously. “But I want to feel it for a while, first...”

“Okay, but you show me yours, too. I wanna see it!” I crawled off her and stood to shuck my shorts. And at that point, we both remembered Loretta, for she gasped out loud!

“Omigawd!”

I turned my head to see Loretta, mouth covered, eyeing my erection. I was somewhat nonplussed, I’d been called Big John by the guys since freshman year in high school and was no longer overly impressed--it’s just a cock, after all--a bit over seven and a half inches, cut.

“You’re HUGE!”

“Really?” I blinked. “Not that I’m aware of...”

“My boyfriend is only...” Loretta measured out about five inches or so.

I scratched my head and turned to Grace who was grinning from ear to ear and nodding. “I’ve seen it!”

I shrugged. “When he was peeing? It’s never big, then...”

“Uh-uh,” Grace disagreed, “I caught him with Loretta, ‘laying pipe.’ That’s what he calls fucking!” Grace giggled.

“Well, I’m sure you didn’t see him at his best, or something.” I was kind of embarrassed, and Loretta had this look. Of course, she’d been watching us, and I knew I was hot; I’d already made Grace cum.

I plopped on the couch, my cock standing up like a flag pole.

Grace stood, and her panties and skirt hit the floor. “Hold still, Hon,” I whispered, and when Grace obeyed, I got a good look at her from the left rear.

Oh man, her ass was just fine. A real head-turner. I reached up and ran my hand over the left cheek of her ass, feeling the firm flesh and left red marks when my fingers left the choice globes. But it was my first actual sight of her flaming red bush that almost covered the most elusive body part on earth---her cunt. Her labia had, of course, been parted by my finger earlier, and they, along with a good portion of her pubic hair was quite wet from her juices. I just stood still and stared---in awe.

After a moment, I shifted focus, to find Grace regarding me with a bit of curiosity. I grinned, and she grinned back, as I caught her hand and pulled her back onto the couch. She settled across my stomach, leaning on an elbow, and I had a pleasing moment when her reverent hand played with my cock for a second, then reached out to the sex toys I’d stolen from the adult store that lay on the coffee table.

“We’re not going to need them, tonight, Grace, I laughed, only to have Grace lick my ear again and whisper, “yeah ... but Loretta might.”

I glanced over and saw Loretta, sitting with both hands crushed between her knees, obviously in a somewhat rough state. Anyone could tell she was itchy.

She looked up and saw us looking at her and yelled, “I’m staying!”

“Suit yourself,” I said and tried not to laugh at her predicament. I had Grace, and dividing my attention was NOT on the agenda!

I started working Grace’s nipples again. She groaned and started rubbing her cheek along my cock, which was maddening!

“Jesus, Hon! Take it easy! I’m liable to blast a load into your hair and you’ll have to shower to get the goo out.”

“But I love your cockie! It’s sooo hot, and ... mmmm, it smells soooo good!” She dragged her nose along the upper slope, inhaling, and I barely missed busting a nut in her face!

“Aaaagh!” I groaned. “Hon, we may, uh have to let you do the blowjob thing to take the edge off. I’m ‘way too much on edge...”

“Mmmmm! Goody!” she chirped and cradling my balls, settled back to watch the porno film playing on the DVD. I was in Heaven!

Well, if she was going to tease me ... I pulled her right knee up and used the access to start playing with her fringed pussy lips, coming in from behind. It didn’t seem to matter that I couldn’t get to her clitoris or deep into her little tight hole; just running my fingers along the damp channel and tugging on the lips elicited delighted groans.

The housewife on the screen was no longer bored---in fact she was being bored by the plumber, a swarthy gentleman possessed of the biggest dick I’d ever seen.

I leaned over and came at Grace’s right tit kind of awkwardly, with my left hand, while I continued to play with her fringed lips with my right. Grace began to whine around my cock, and I grinned - then I became aware that the whine was in stereo--- I looked over at the chair, where Loretta was using the vibrator I’d filched from the store!