Suburban Underbelly Ch. 02

I don't know what I was expecting to happen. In a way I guess I sort-of thought the sight of my stiff, fat unit would shock the girls out of their scheme and they'd go running home, un-deflowered. But no, they were sitting on my couch, obviously nervous, but determined to proceed. Sally was naked; her pink, freckled skin young and flawless under its glaze of beading sweat; her breasts small but pert and well shaped; her narrow hips making her look even younger; her pubic hair golden and wispy. Beside her was Hafsa, not naked, but rather wearing a matching set of tiny, lacey black bra and panties. The elaborate designs she had painted on her hands in henna extended up her arm. Her body was small but perfectly proportioned, with medium sized tits that looked huge on her narrow chest and curvy hips that made her look more of a woman than Sally's straight frame. They both looked up at me from under their crinkled brows with wide, uneasy eyes as they scooted apart so I could sit between them.

As I lowered myself onto the couch I looked up and noticed that they'd a video camera into the input jack in the back of my TV. On the screen, I stood behind Mimi, plugging my dick in and out of her cunt as she ate out Madison's pussy.

"Oh," I said.

"We were getting prepared. Thudying your thtyle," slurred Sally.

"Do you two turn everything into a study group?"

"What do you want us to do first?" asked Hafsa as she swallowed heavily.

"Well," I reached up to brush her long black hair from her shoulder and pluck at her bra strap. "Maybe you should take off your lingerie."

"OK," she said reluctantly. She stood up and reached behind her body to unclasp her bra. Her firm, round tits pushed it away and bobbed free as she let it slide off her shoulders and fall away. Her nipples were dusky, small and hard. She pushed her panties down her legs and kicked them to the side, revealing her trimmed, dark bush and thick, pendulous labia. The girl had a fantastic body. My cock twitched in appreciation.

Sally had been staring at my erection. I reached over, took her hand and placed it on my shaft. She gave it a gentle squeeze, testing its firmness, feeling a warm, ready cock for the first time. Hafsa returned to the couch, sitting gingerly on the edge as she watched Sally begin to play with my dick. I took Hafsa's jaw in my left hand and pulled her in for a kiss as I reached around with my right hand to knead Sally's ass

Hafsa was a skittish kisser; reluctant and jumpy. Meanwhile the sweat in Sally's clammy palm wasn't enough to overcome the clean tackiness of the just-washed skin of my cock. Her stubborn stroking began to make it feel like my tender flesh was going to get rubbed raw while she worked up the nerve to either suck it or ride it. I moved my hand up between her shoulders and tried to ease her face down, but she resisted. Then I reached out to fondle Hafsa's nipples and she nearly jumped away.

"You girls seem kinda nervous."

They looked away, embarrassed.

"What's wrong?"

"I guess we've only focused on the mechanics of sex, the intimacy involved is more daunting that I'd anticipated," said Hafsa.

"Maybe we if we turn out the lights?" suggested Sally.

"Look. We'll just work up to it, that's why women invented foreplay."

I had meant that last part as a joke, but the girls both just nodded their head as if learning an interesting historical fact. I let it slide.

"I have something in the bathroom I think will help."

Over the years I'd had a lot of luck with baby oil massages. Something about slick skin on skin seemed to arouse the senses and fan the flames under even the most tenuous libido. For that reason, I always kept a couple of bottles of oil on hand, usually something with a girly fragrance like rose or lavender. I excused myself to fetch a bottle from the bathroom closet. Despite my initial reluctance, I was now totally eager to nail those two skittish dorks.

Of course, in all the excitement I'd forgotten Ty's pledge to drop by when he got back from Tampa. Furthermore he had taken my invite as permission to stride into the trailer without knocking. So, when I entered the room holding a bottle of scented oil, there stood Ty; shirtless, tattooed and frozen in wide-eyed surprise at the sight of two young, naked, sweaty girls sitting directly in front of him, their faces twisted in terror.

"RAPE!" shouted Sally as she dove off the couch onto her purse.

"What?! Hey... No!" sputtered Ty.

"Wait..." I started to say, more or less simultaneously to Ty. They didn't hear me.

Hafsa was screaming and apparently trying to climb the wall behind her while Sally rolled away from her purse brandishing a canister of pepper spray. Lashing her arm towards Ty, she let fly a big noxious cloud. Unfortunately for all of us, the multitude of fans stirring the air from various points around the room ensured we'd all got dosed about the same in the swirling cloud of irritant.

"Owwww..." said Sally.

"Eeeeeiii..." said Hafsa.

"Aghhhh..." said I.

"Hey man, shit. What the hell," said Ty, who had been through a prison riot so was much more used to getting a stray dose of pepper spray that any of the rest of us.

"Help Mr. Yost!" the girls said as they stumbled blindly towards me in dread fear of imminent rape.

"It's OK," I gasped as I inhaled a cloud of the stuff. "He's my... (cough) ...neighbor"

"Yeah, yeah... I'm cool," said Ty, blinking away the tears. "Ya'll should get back into the bedroom where this shit ain't drifting around."

I took the girls by their hands and led them down the hall to my tiny, disheveled bedroom. Ty yelled down the hall after us, "Don't rub your eyes. Don't rub nothin'. I got something that will fix y'all up good."

"I'm thorry mithter Yost," cried Sally.

"It's OK."

"What's he doing here? He didn't even knock," complained Hafsa.

"You know how neighbors can be..." I said, choosing not to admit I'd invited Ty over to get me stoned.

Ty came in a few minutes later with a two big bowls of liquid; one milky, one soapy. He took a sponge and began dabbing the mixture of milk and water on the girls. They thanked him as the milk lessened the burning and covered their bare bodies in flowing rivulets of opaque white fluid. He handed the sponge to me, reminding me to dab, not rub and turned back to the girls to dab their skin with the soapy solution. "This here is dishwashing soap," he said tenderly. "Cuts through the oil that holds that shit next to your skin."

Now, I can't really recommend dosing the room with mace if you want to break the tension at an orgy where half the participants are virgins, but it seemed to work for me; or, more accurately, us. As Ty easily dropped into the roll of a hero with his practical prison knowledge, I realized he wasn't going to be gotten rid of. He was now part of our little party. The girls were sighing with relief at the quickly lessening burning sensation, their nudity forgotten as they smiled at Ty's easy charm and marveled at his tightly packed tattoos and rippling muscles. We all took turns milking and washing each other in the sweltering bedroom.

"You know what really makes that shit feel better?"

"What?" asked the girls, smiling through their eyes at his impossibly wide grin.

Ty pulled a crumpled spliff from his pocket and gently placed it between his lips. "A little herb from the wilds of my cousin J-Dawg's basement."

"Is that drugs?" asked Hafsa.

Ty was already lighting up and smell of the acrid smoke left no doubt it was marijuana. Sally nodded her head and looked over at Hafsa who nodded her head in reply.

"You girls OK with this," I said, ready to persuade. Unnecessarily, as it turned out.

"This was on our list of things to try before college," said Hafsa.

"Now we won't have to go try to buy it from the thtoners," said Sally as she took the fat joint from Ty.

We got goofy pretty quickly. Ty announced he was going get naked since me and the girls were already bare-assed and managed to fall backwards off the bed as he pulled off his khaki cargo pants. We all broke out into paroxysms of sustained laughter. We sat on my sweaty, saggy double bed, naked and stoned and just laughing our asses off at nothing and everything.

The laughing reached a brief lull when Sally pointed at the tattoo on the ribs of my right flank. "What's that?" she asked.

"What does it look like to you?" I asked.

"I dunno, a goat woman sitting on a map of Georgia?"

I broke down laughing at her guess and the others followed suit. Soon they were riffing on the ludicrous things the poorly drawn tattoo of a she-devil pissing on a heart might be.

"Shit man, that's the worst muthafuckin' tattoo I ever seen," said Ty. "And I been to Prison."

I don't remember what finally prompted it, I don't remember a lot from that night, but I turned to smile at Hafsa and she lurched forward to crush her face into mine. Our lips locked and our tongues found each other. We fell backward into the mattress, skin sliding against skin; frictionless on a layer of sweat. My hands roamed over her body, squeezing her perfect tits, kneading her lovely round ass, slipping easily along the folds of her pussy as she eagerly parted her thighs to permit me unfettered access. I descended her body in kisses and buried my face in her vulva, finding her clitoris and lapping her greedily as she twisted and shook beneath my assault.

I felt a hand on my cock, then lips and a tongue. I peeked down and caught Sally's eye as she began running my firm prick in and out of her mouth. She was sloppy and inexperienced. Occasionally her braces would scrape along my shaft uncomfortably, but I was grateful to be the subject of her first blow job; just a grateful as Ty as he knelt behind her and rammed his cock into her greedily. Soon Ty bent over and found Hafsa's face with his. With their kiss, our circle was complete.

Ty handed a condom to Sally and told her to put it on me. She rolled it down onto my shaft as I brought Hafsa closer and closer to the peak of ecstasy with my mouth. Once I was sheathed I moved up and, taking Hafsa's ankles in my hands pushed her legs back to her shoulders. She keened and sighed as I pushed myself balls deep into her tight young hole and began grunting and groaning as I began pumping her with slow, deep thrusts; impaling her on my whole length on each push.

Ty flipped Sally over onto her back next to Hafsa and pushed her legs up to pump her with the same deep, full cocked fuck. The girls held hands and moaned each other's names as we began picking up the pace, slamming into them with caveman grunts. Hafsa reached down to touch Sally's pussy. As her thin fingers lightly brushed along her best friend's clit, Sally came in a quaking display of tense muscles and short desperate breaths.

"Hey, wanna trade," I panted to Ty.

"Fuck yeah," he answered, and we pulled out to quickly change partners.

Ty came not too long after that. Dropping down and covering Hafsa entirely as he pumped out his orgasm on her and they climaxed together. As he stepped out to the bathroom to dispose of his rubber, I rolled onto my back and pulled Sally up over my face. Hafsa threw a leg over my pelvis and soon both were riding me, driving themselves to another orgasm as my well used cock remained hard, but still didn't trigger.

Sally came again. Then Hafsa came again. I was getting close. I decided to finish up on Hafsa. Bending her over, I pushed her face into the mattress and pulled her ass into the air. Pushing into her pussy from behind I went wild on her, slapping loud, vigorous thrusts into her as I felt the familiar sensation of my body humming with strands of vibrating pleasure that seemed to pull me inward towards the nirvana behind my balls. Then I pumped a few more pushes into her quivering cunt and, pow, I was gurgling and shaking as I released my third load of the day. We fell exhausted into the wet sheets and pillows where Ty was already snoring and Sally lay watching our coda with exhausted eyes.

Soon we were all asleep in a hot pile on the small, double bed.

***

It was later. Blue moonlight slanted through the window and a profusion of frog and crickets sang outside.

I woke to a rhythmic quaking and opened my eyes to find Hafsa bent over the edge of the bed with Ty taking her from behind. Sally was on her knees on the edge of the mattress kissing Ty as she ran her finger tips up and down Hafsa's back.

But I was exhausted. I fell back to sleep.

***

I woke again. I needed to go to pee and consequently my dick was rock hard. But down at my pelvis Hafsa and Sally were giggling to each other as they rolled a condom down onto my shaft. I feigned sleep as Sally climbed atop my cock and fed it up inside her sex. Soon I dropped the pretense of being unconscious and began bucking my hips up into her as she rode me. Sally came with a quiet, growling whimper and made way for Hafsa who rode me until I came again. Always a gentleman, I ate Hafsa's pussy until she came too and then rushed off to the bathroom to pee.

When I got back the girls were asleep in each others' arms. Ty had left. I went out to the living room to lie on the couch. I only wanted to get some sleep. Those girls were draining me dry.

***

Two sets of lips were kissing me on the mouth. I opened my eyes with a start and saw Hafsa and Sally beaming down at me with tired smiles. Spikes of sunlight lanced through the windows.

"Hi girls. Not again, please. You two are going to kill me."

"No thilly. We're leaving."

"Our parents think we are at each others' houses. We need to get home before they start checking."

"What time is it?"

"Eight"

"Well, let me walk you to your car."

They were back to their dorky attire; Hafsa in her traditional robes, Sally in her baggy kitty tee-shirt and bulky shorts. I pulled on a tee-shirt and some shorts and walked out with them just in time to see Cindy pull up onto the gravel of the trailer park in her white Toyota. Sally and Hafsa jumped behind me as if for cover from a coming storm.

"You nerdy cunts, you stole Mimi's surveillance tape!"

"We just borrowed..."

"Shut the fuck up. Where is it?"

"Hey Cindy..." I said calmly.

"You shut the fuck up too, you fucking sleaze."

Still groggy from sleep, I blinked in surprise like I'd been slapped. Sally removed the tape from her handheld camera and handed it over to Cindy.

"Now get the hell outta here."

Sally and Hafsa jumped in the Mercedes and drove off in a cloud of gravel dust. Hafsa's eyes looked scared; scared for me.

I looked back to Cindy. My mouth was hanging open is surprise and annoyance. Without warning she jammed her finger between my lips and along my tongue. I gagged uselessly, tried to throw her back, but she held on like a barnacle and succeeded in pushing a pill down my throat.

"What the hell was that?" I sputtered as she let go of me.

"A little Viagra, Mr. Y. Now that I've got the magic ticket, it's my turn to play," she held up the video tape and shook it like a talisman. "Now get in the house sub!"

She jammed a stun gun into my thigh and jolted me to the ground. I felt a sick bloom of panic as I realized her intention when she sneeringly called me "sub".

***

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Part 3 will be coming soon...

-fastandsloppy