Chapter 6

Shari opened the door of her house as I pulled into the drive.

My eyes got wide and my mouth fell open.

I couldn't believe my eyes!

Shari's hair, which had been brown, was now deep auburn. She looked great!

I smiled and she ran from the front door, meeting me as I parked my truck and kissing me hungrily.

Another week without each other had just whetted our appetites.

It was the next Friday afternoon and Shari's parents were going up to the lake with their boat.

And we were taking care of the house.

"When did you dye your hair?" I asked her.

She grinned.

"Tawny helped me. She spent Wednesday night."

I felt a little rush of jealousy. Tanya and Shari could get together during the week, but we couldn't?

I guess Shari saw the look, because she looked apologetic.

"Yeah, we had sex, but we thought of you." she said.

"Oh, thanks a lot," I said.

Shari kissed me.

"My folks don't see anything wrong with her staying in my room," Shari told me.

I nodded, but grudgingly. Yeah, her parents might draw the line at me staying when they were there. But I was still a little jealous.

"Oh, Yoko called. We all have awful diseases and should be dead by now," Shari said with a smile.

I took her in my arms.

"Then let's fuck everything we can get our hands on!" I said.

Shari moaned.

"You just might get the chance," she said with a sexy, secretive smile.

We helped Shari's parents get ready to go. Her dad pulled me aside when we were in the garage.

"Shari asked if you could stay over the weekend," he said, man to man. I just wanted to let you know it's fine with us."

I smiled, and I guess I blushed, because Cliff chuckled.

"Shari really likes you," he said confidentially. "I figure you two are already pretty close, so it's not gonna hurt if you stay the weekend together."

He winked, understandingly.

"With Tanya along at Tahoe, it's probably just like having a baby-sitter."

I nodded. God, if Cliff only knew.

But I wasn't going to tell him.

We waved as they disappeared down the road, then Shari smiled over at me.

"Okay," she said. "Tanya and I both owe you any sexual pleasure of your choice."

Shari giggled at he look on my face. She leaned up and kissed me, running her tongue softly around my lips.

"Wow," Shari said. "You don't look upset we got lucky this week any more."

I smiled and shrugged. Yeah, they had a night together. But the fact was, I had great sex with three different women, and that was so far!

And now I was getting guaranteed pussy! With both of them!

On top of everything, Shari and I had the house to ourselves for the entire three day weekend.

It would be a weekend I'd never forget.

Shari stretched and looked over at me.

We were on the couch, drinking ice tea and talking. Shari told me about her night with Tawny, which had been pretty much simple sex, since they couldn't yell and scream and run up and down the halls naked. Or, at least, that's how Shari described it.

"Well, whatcha wanna do, mister?" Shari asked in her slutty little girl voice.

She had on a tank top, and her breasts were outlined by the tight fabric. Shari's breasts make double D's look small (she's a F cup, believe it or not), and she was wearing a bra that made them jut out like torpedos.

"Are those things dangerous?" I asked, pointing at her breasts.

"Don't they look strange?" Shari asked. "I found these bras on sale, and I think they're from the Fifties. I look like I need a spear and a horned helmet."

I laughed at the visual image of that and nodded.

"Red headed Valkyrie woman," I said. "I don't need spears! My breasts are weapon enough!"

Shari laughed.

"I bought eight pair," she said, moving up against me. "Cause I figured something might happen to them if I wore them around you."

I smiled and kissed her. She opened her mouth and we kissed for a while, wet and hot. Kissing Shari is better than sex with most women. It's as close to oral sex as you can get without getting genitals involved.

Shari moaned.

"I missed this," she said, sliding her hand down over my cock. "Tawny and I wanted it real bad the other night."

I moaned. It's hard to believe, but I had never seen Shari when she didn't want sex.

Not that I'm complaining, of course.

She kissed me a while longer, then pulled back and looked at me.

"Yoko called this week," she said. "The tests were fine, and she's looking forward to getting fucked bareback."

Damn. Shari is amazing. She's so nice, I genuinely care for her, yet she seems completely unfazed by me having sex with other women.

"Did you tell her we would the next time we got to Tahoe?" I asked.

Shari nodded.

"Yeah, we'll make arrangements. I want to see you really fuck her. Condoms are a big pain."

I nodded, excited at the prospect.

"You like seeing me fuck other women," I said.

Shari nodded.

"Yeah, but are you going to mind watching me fuck other men?"

I looked at her. In a way that bothered me. And yet, it also seemed kind of exciting.

"I don't know," I told her honestly. "I guess it depends."

Shari smiled and nodded.

"Yoko has friends. The doctor she works for swings. They're all real careful about tests and not having sex with untested people."

"Would you like to fuck another guy?" I asked.

Shari nodded.

"Yeah, I really would. I'd love to get gang-banged some time, or be fucked by two guys at once."

"I'd like to see that," I told her. It was the truth. The thought of seeing Shari being screwed by another man really was sexy.

Shari grinned.

"I hope you get to," she said.

I smiled and kissed her. God, this was wonderful.

"I love you, Shari," I told her.

"I love you, too, Paul. I really do," she said.

I smiled at her.

"We have a really unusual relationship, don't we?"

She nodded.

"Yeah, but I like it. I love sex. I would feel terrible if I had found someone who didn't like it as much as I did."

I nodded. Shari and I had certainly been experimental, and it showed no sign of slacking.

"Can you make do with just me tonight?" Shari asked.

I sighed.

"Well, if I have to," I said.

Shari hit me, playfully.

"You be good, or I'm getting out Dickie the Strap-on Dildo!" she threatened.

I grabbed my butt in mock horror.

"No! Not that!"

We both dissolved into laughter.

Shari looked up at me from under her brows, looking sexily provocative.

"I said I have to do anything you want, to make up for Wednesday," she said. "Anything..."

God, my cock was already hard. Anything with Shari meant exactly that.

"I want to watch you piss your pants again," I told her. "I still jack off about that first time."

She smiled and nodded.

"I was so relieved you liked it," she said. I began to laugh and she joined me.

"That's the word for it, honey," I told her. "Relieved!"

"Be careful or you'll piss me off," she warned, giggling.

"You know I urine for you!" I said.

Yeah, we were bad.

Shari stood in the back yard. She had run upstairs and come down wearing tight jeans, worn and holed and very sexy.

"Two dollars at the thrift store," she said, swinging her full hips and looking very desirable. Damn. They were so tight in the cunt that they were jammed up inside of her, and Shari turned to show me the almost ripping fabric across her ass.

"You'll have to tear them off," she said. "It was hard enough just getting them on!"

She still had on the tanktop and bra.

"Shit," I told her. "You look like a fantasy."

She looked at me, thoughtfully.

"I know I owe you this one, but can I get something special in as well?"

My cock was throbbing as I nodded.

"Sure, anything you'd like."

Shari nodded and took my hand, taking me out in the front yard. Cars were driving past and people were out on the sidewalks, walking past.

"I was really turned on that night," she said, "when we fucked in front of the cabin."

I nodded.

"Yeah," I agreed. "I was too."

Shari smiled and knelt on the grass. There was a small ripping sound.

"Shit, your pants are already tearing!" I said.

Shari smiled.

"I love that you like that," she said softly. "I used to rip off pairs of underwear, jacking myself off at the same time."

She moaned and shifted on the grass.

"I want you to fuck me," she said, quietly. "I want your cock deep inside my cunt and my ass tonight. I want to pee myself right here, with people all around. I want to go into our secret place and have you fuck me outdoors."

I nodded. Shari was turning herself on talking this way, and it really turned me on too. We were in public and Shari, now a devastating redhead, was going to pee her pants.

Shari moaned and I saw a spreading dark spot. It was only about the size of a quarter.

"I just peed a little," she said. "I'm trying to hold it in, but I don't think I can."

I slid my hand under her, feeling the small wet spot.

"Shit, that's sexy, Shari," I said.

Shari moved up against me and kissed me, wetly and passionately, my hand still between her legs. People were probably looking at us, the couple making out in their front yard while everyone was around.

"I'm gonna mess myself for you, right in public," Shari whispered and my hand was suddenly wet and hot. Shari slid her hand down over my rock hard cock, feeling me through my jeans as she pissed herself.

"I might even do more than pee," she said, kissing me wetly.

"Do whatever you want," I gasped. Damn, right on the front lawn and she's pissing herself and my hand!

I never thought that much about public sex before (or, I suppose, public perversion). Last weekend, feeling up Tawny and Shari in the store was really great, however.

And now Shari was kissing me and rubbing my cock in her front yard, while I cupped her cunt and she peed herself.

Shari moaned and her eyes closed.

"Oh, shit, yes!" she said. "Please put your hand down the ass of my pants."

I realized what I would find there. I looked around and, yes, people were glancing over at us.

Fuck em. I found the back of her pants and pushed my hand down.

Shari was wearing cotton panties, and I slid under them. It was a struggle getting to her ass past the really tight pants. But about half way there, I knew she'd taken a dump in her pants.

Yeah, I know. Part of you are going "Way cool!" and the rest of you are going, "She did WHAT?"

The rules are already in place. It all gets told. If you don't like it, skip down to where it says "Okay, It's Safe Now!" It's down there, just like last time.

Wow, if you are skipping parts already, what happens when we... ?

Never mind. Just skip ahead if you must. It's not like we eat it or something.

That's for later ;-)

Anyway, I just kept pushing. Damn, her shit was hot and greasy! And really soft this time, which was a real turn-on.

And this time I didn't hesitate. Fuck it. A pile of hot shit in your girlfriend's pants is a really nasty turn on.

Especially when you are right on the front lawn of her house.

And I planned to enjoy every second of it.

I pulled Shari on top of me, kissing her and pushing my cock into her soft stomach.

"I wanta fuck your tits," I said softly.

"God, I want you to," she said. "I want you to come on them."

I had my hand all the way down the back of her pants, sliding through the hot mess to find her little asshole, still partly open.

I slid inside, fucking her ass gently with my fingers.

"Oh, God, it's running over my cunt," she said. "That is so sexy."

My cock was so hard and ready, I was starting to hurt. Of course, at that point, it was a really sexy hurt.

But I also wanted, needed, to come.

"Let's go inside," I said.

Shari smiled, but shook her head as she got up.

"No," she said. "Come on."

Shari headed around the side of the house and through a gate in the fence. We were in her 'private spot, ' beside the house and surrounded by high fence and higher plants.

Shari moved back against me, her soft ass feeling even softer now. Then she turned, kissing me wet and hot, and rubbing her mound against me.

"Fuck my tits later. Fuck my ass and cunt right now!" she moaned.

"Kneel down," I said. Shari did, and I rubbed my hand over the stained fabric over her ass crack and the soaking wet fabric over her pussy.

Yeah, writing this I kind of cringe, but hey it was unbelievably sexy when it was going on.

Shari got on all fours and crouched, moaning as the tight pants pressed hard on her cunt. With a wonderful ripping sound, the ass of her jeans let go.

Her panties underneath were brown and dripping. Yeah, I put my hand on them and squeezed, then pushed them deep into her scat. Then I just grabbed them and ripped them off.

Yeah, shit went everywhere, but at this point I didn't care.

I knelt and Shari moaned as I slid my cock into her full ass crack. I found her butt hole and pushed in, all hot and greasy and full.

Pushing your cock into that thick mass is so sexy. It's like a regular fuck on steroids.

I felt her big, hot, sweaty breasts as I fucked her. I got my hands under her top and under her bra. She was sweaty and wet and really sexy, and her tits were so tightly constricted by the bra they felt erotically different.

And the fact I was ass-fucking a redhead just added to the whole thing.

Not to mention my hands were wet with Shari's shit.

I changed holes, sliding through the mess to find and fuck Shari's cunt. She was creaming massively and coming from the first stroke.

She was groaning and swearing under her breath and moaning and so was I.

I felt my cock tighten, and grunted loudly as I came, shoving deep into her filthy pussy and adding my load to everything else.

I was actually dizzy from heat and exertion, and Shari was sobbing with pleasure.

OKAY, IT'S SAFE NOW!

We just have to finish a little clean-up, and all will be as before. Okay?

I looked at the mess and my mind cringed.

Shari must have been thinking the same thing, because she looked back at me. Her makeup was in rivulets down her face.

She looked beautiful.

"Get the hose, Hun, please?"

I nodded and pulled out, pulling up my jeans and zipping them as I went around and got the garden hose.

I came around the side of the house and saw Shari just standing up.

I shot her in the boobs with the stream of icy water.

"Aaaarrghhhh!" Shari screamed, and then she was on me.

Well, it was a combination water fight and shower. We forced the hose down each other's pants, still excited by the brown flow that resulted.

I got Shari down, threatening to give her a "home and gardens enema," and she tried the same.

Well, we got cool and undressed and relatively clean in very short order, not to mention turned on again from wrestling and playing.

Finally, we washed each other off, getting almost everything off and washing it down the drain nearby. Shari explained her space was a low spot anyway, so the drain had been handily installed to prevent flooding.

We padded naked through the garage and into the shower, where we cleaned each other off. Shari had even bought a scented shower gel, that seemed to get everything off really well.

"Shit games don't seem dirty any more!" she giggled.

I kissed her, slowly and thoroughly.

"I love you," I told her. I really do. It's not just the sex games, or the fetish stuff, or the other women.

"I love you too, Paul," she said.

We kissed and just held each other.

We sat over hamburgers and iced tea in the kitchen.

"When we get a place," Shari said dreamily, "I want a shower room, with a big shower and major drain system."

I nodded, grinning.

"The game room," I said.

"Can you imagine a whole house designed with the idea of fucking?" she asked. "There's people who have computers in every room or other stuff. Why not build the whole place with having people over to screw is the main objective."

We both laughed. I have another year of college, and Shari just graduated high school. Having our own place together would be a far away dream for now.

But I guess dreaming is what young lovers are supposed to do.

The doorbell rang and Shari jumped up to get it.

I followed her into the living room. She was just letting in a very pretty oriental girl.

It was Kim.

I walked over toward them.

"This is Paul," Shari said.

"You must be Kim," I said.

"No, I'm Mitzi," she said, confused.

So was I.

Shari looked over at me.

"Who's Kim?" she asked.

Yeah, I was confused. I'd somehow gotten convinced the girl's name was Kim, but it was Mitzi all along.

"So Mitzi is... ?" I started, uncertain how to politely say it.

Of course, Shari had no such problem.

"My virgin girlfriend," she said. "She came over to check you out."

Both Mitzi and I were embarrassed now. But Shari pointed at my groin.

"That's it," she said. "You want him to drag it out?"

Mitzi went bright red, and Shari began to laugh.

"God, Paul, you're blushing too!" she giggled. "How are you gonna fuck each other if you're both too embarrassed to talk?"

"Mitzi, would you like some iced tea?" I asked and she nodded.

We sat at the kitchen table. Mitzi was in a light cotton top and shorts, both white against her light bronze skin.

Yoko had been darker, her face more rounded. But Mitzi was slender and lighter, with beautiful long brown-black hair and almost hazel eyes.

Mitzi was tiny and slender. She did not look eighteen, though that was how old Shari had said she was.

She was a perfect, and very young looking, woman-child.

Mitzi was beautiful.

She saw me looking and looked away. Apparently, Mitzi was also painfully shy.

But Shari ignored that. Instead, she launched into a description of last weekend, Wednesday night and this morning.

A very detailed description.

I sat, kind of excited and kind of mortified, as Shari delineated, in detail, our experiences.

It was kind of sexy.

And as I watched Mitzi, I realized she was turned on by it too.

Mitzi looked up at me when Shari was describing her "rape" and how Tawny liked it rough. And again when Shari was talking about me having sex with Yoko.

This time, when our eyes met, she smiled shyly. My cock jumped.

"Did you want to see Possible?" Shari asked. Mitzi looked at her, puzzled. So did I.

"Possible?" Mitzi asked.

Shari looked over at me.

"Does it have a name. Don't all guys name their penis?"

I shrugged.

"It's my penis," I said. "It doesn't have a special name."

"Possible," Shari said. "That's what we'll call it."

"Why possible?" I asked.

Shari sighed.

"You never heard that joke?"

I shook my head.

"A guy is in the hospital, and this cute nurse comes in to give him a sponge bath," Shari said. "The guy leers and asks how much of him she will wash."

Shari paused and looked at us both. She does have good comic timing.

"Well," she continued, "The nurse tells the guy, "Well, first I'll wash your body down as far us possible, and then I'll wash your body up as far as possible."

Shari paused again, delighted neither of us had heard the joke before.

"And then," she said, "I'll give the washcloth to you and you can wash Possible!"

We all cracked up. Yeah, it's a stupid joke, but it stuck.

From that moment on, my penis was named Possible.

"So," Shari repeated, leering at Mitzi, "do you want to see Possible?"

She nodded.

Shit! My heart gave a leap. I was going to show my (now ragingly hard) penis to this virgin stranger.

I got up and walked over to her. I unfastened my shorts and pulled them down. There was a big bulge in my underwear.

"Can I touch it this way first?" Mitzi asked, looking up at me.

"Sure," I said.

She put her long slender fingers on my cock, touching it softly through the material of my boxer briefs.

Then she looked up at me, and pulled down my underwear, exposing the wet, purple tip of Possible.

She touched it.

"It's really wet," she said.

She ran her fingers over the head, almost afraid to touch it.

"You can be firm," Shari said. "They're pretty rugged. Here..."

Shari pulled my cock out and took it in her mouth.

Mitzi watched, fascinated, as Shari licked my cock and ran her fingers over it. Then she took Mitzi's fingers and ran them over me, showing her the pressure Shari used.

"You want to try licking it?" Shari asked.

My penis jerked and Mitzi jumped back, letting out a little scream.

Shari roared with laughter and Mitzi blushed.

"It's all right," I told Mitzi. "It just liked the idea of you licking it."

Mitzi nodded and moved toward it again. She sniffed the head, then put her lips on it, softly, and I felt her tongue as it touched the head, then began to roam over the sensitive surface.

I was afraid I might come off right there. I was getting oral sex from a virgin!

Mitzi opened her mouth and slid it over the head, as she had seen Shari do. I moaned.

"Christ, that feels good," I told her.

That seemed to make her bolder, because she used her lips and tongue to massage the head. I groaned and tightened.

"Let him come on you," Shari said. "Wait till he starts to jerk, then let him come in your face."

Mitzi said nothing, but continued to lick and probe my cock.

"Harder," I told her. "You can't really hurt it."

Mitzi sucked on it, hard, and I arched. Jesus, the feeling of her tongue and her lips and the pressure of her sucking mouth was just too much.

I yelled as I came off.

The first shot went in her mouth. Then Mitzi pulled away, letting my come spray on her face and cheeks and into her hair.

She swallowed.

"It does taste neat!" she said, relieved.

Shari nodded.

"If you expect sweet or milky, it's gross," she explained, as another squirt of jism sprayed onto Mitzi's face.

"It you expect sharp and acidic, you're ready," Shari told her.

"Mmmmm, tastes like garlic!" Mitzi said, licking my still really sensitive cock. She moved her mouth over it, taking it way deep into her mouth, then sucking as she pulled off.

"Fuck!" I said. "Gentle! I'm really sensitive!"

Mitzi stood up.

"That was cool!" she said.

I took her come soaked face in my hands and kissed her.

Mitzi might be virgin, but she's had a lot of experience kissing. A few seconds into the wet, hot, passionate kiss, I realized where she had been practicing.

Mitzi kissed like Shari.

And Shari kisses great.

I pulled her slender body to myself, gently, sliding my hands over her back and bringing one around to cup one of her tiny breasts.

Mitzi moaned and let me touch her. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her breast was barely a handful, maybe the size of a small apple, and firm.

Her little nipple rose up under my palm.

Mitzi moaned and kissed harder. I opened my eyes and saw Shari behind her, her hand up between Mitzi's legs.

Mitzi brought her leg around one of my thighs, and rubbed herself on it as Shari fondled her.

I moved my hand under Mitzi's blouse. Her kisses just got wetter and more inhibited.

Then Mitzi grabbed me, almost frantically, and jammed her tongue down my throat. I could feel her hard little nipple rubbing into my hand, erect and hot, and Mitzi groaned, a deep, guttural moan of pleasure.

Mitzi pulled away from me, breathing hard.

"Damn it, Shari," she complained. "You aren't supposed to do that!"

Shari grinned up at me, wickedly.

"Virgin orgasms," she said with a smile. "The best kind."

Mitzi put her hand on mine under her shirt, pushing my hand against her breast.

"That feels really good, Paul," she said.

She still had my come on her face in in her hair, and I smiled.

"You feel really good," I told her.

Mitzi smiled, her eyes bright and excited.

"Well, I guess I can lose my virginity soon, then."

Shari whooped.

"Yes! I told you you'd like it!"

Mitzi blushed and I laughed understandingly.

"Shari's more excited than you are," I told her.

Mitzi nodded.

"She wants to see you have sex with me," Mitzi said. "She thinks it would be sexy."

"It would be sexy," I said and kissed her again.

Shari got up and joined us, and all three of us kissed, wet and sloppy and abandoned.

I slid my hand into Mitzi's crotch and she let me, spreading her slender legs as I cupped her hot pussy through her shorts.

I met Shari's hand half way, and Shari moved Mitzi's shorts aside, so I could get my fingers inside.

I slid along her slick panties, feeling her hot pussy, damp with excitement. She moaned and brought her legs together.

"Too fast," she said. "I need time."

"No," Shari said with an excited smile. "You need grass!"

She took off upstairs, leaving Mitzi and I standing in the kitchen.

I smiled at her. She smiled back and shrugged.

"I don't want her to get all excited. I'm not ready yet."

I nodded, accepting that.

"That's fine," I told her. "Don't feel pressured."

Mitzi sighed.

"Well, I'd like to, but I don't. You know?"

"Yeah," I told her. "Hey, we don't have to have sex, but we can still play, if you want."

Mitzi looked at me and nodded with a shy smile.

"Yeah, I really would like that," she said.

Shari was back shortly, with her grass and a bong.

"Where'd you get that?" I asked, surprised.

"Tawny had it," Shari grinned. "She gave it to me."

Shari rinsed it out and filled it with wine.

"Makes the high better," she said.

"Not too much better, I hope," I said uncertainly. "Don't forget last weekend."

Shari shook her head.

"Don't worry. We're just going to get relaxed, not totally fucked up."

Shari and Mitzi came back into the room. We had smoked up, then Mitzi said her face was hardening, so Shari took her in to wash it.

And make her up.

Mitzi and Shari both looked great. Mitzi's makeup accentuated her exotic looks, and Shari had also accentuated her own almond- shaped eyes.

Shari pushed Mitzi onto the couch beside me.

"I look crappy," Shari complained. "I'll be back in a minute."

Mitzi looked over at me and shrugged.

"I hope she doesn't get too excited," she said. "I still don't know if I want to do this."

I took her hand and smiled.

"Hey, Shari wants to play. If you like, you can watch us. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

Mitzi smiled. That seemed to reassure her.

"I want to look at Shari," she confided in me. "I did you, and it wasn't bad. Maybe I should try Shari."

"She'd love it," I told her.

It's strange, but the thought of not having real sex with Mitzi was fine. In fact, it was kind of sexy, thinking of feeling her up and maybe going down on her, but not going all the way.

But, if she wanted to, I certainly wouldn't complain.

Shari came running down the stairs. She'd put on a black leather skirt and knee high high-heeled boots, and a white button front blouse, with one of her rocket bras beneath.

Mitzi's eyes got big.

"Wow!" she said. "Your breasts look like they're going to take off or something!"

Shari sat the other side of Mitzi and pushed her chest toward her.

"The better for you to play with, my dear," Shari said provocatively.

"You look like a whip-mistress," I told Shari. She grinned.

"I could make Mitzi service me," she said.

I nodded. That I would like to see.

Shari stood in front of Mitzi, twisting her skirt so the high slit was right in front.

Then Shari pulled the skirt open, exposing frilly blue panties.

They were open in the crotch, and you could clearly see Shari's puffy pussy.

There was not a hair on it.

"Oh, fuck," I said, both blown away and really turned on. "You shaved!"

Shari nodded.

"It didn't go with my red hair," she said. "Besides, it's all slick and sexy now."

I wondered why Shari had been in the bathroom for so long after our shower. Now I knew.

Shari pulled open the panties, then slid her fingers inside of her full cunt lips and spread them.

Mitzi looked up at Shari's exposed pussy, then took a cautious lick of her.