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Part One: Eric's Hose Springs A Leak
By Ted D.

     The first blush of dawn ushered in another humid summer morn
as the fog slowly lifted from Lisa's groggy consciousness. She
slowly became aware that it wasn't a torpid dream- Eric had
stolen into her bedroom and she could barely make out his outline
beneath her upraised nightie. He was gingerly trying spread her
thighs while delicately stroking her labia with his tongue. It
was clear to her that he was petrified that she would awaken: She
couldn't suppress the small,involuntary spasms- with each one he
froze and listened intently for a few moments, before resuming
his lapping.
     But perhaps I should back up a little and explain how all of
this came to be. The day before he had been on his way to see his
girlfriend Colorado when the old, softened radiator hose in his
ancient Toyota finally gave up the ghost. After walking for what
seemed forever he finally came upon a lone farmhouse only to find
out that the nearest garage was 35 miles away and wouldn't be
open until the morning. Lisa and her friend Barb were gracious
enough to offer him dinner and a palace to sleep on the
overstuffed couch- and after more than a little wine following
dinner the evening had been quite cozy. He thought that both of
the women were quite attractive- Lisa had long dark
hair,sparkling brown eyes, a soft Latin complexion, and looked to
be in her early thirties. Barb was the classic blue-eyed blond,
with short,almost shaggy hair, an athletic bounce to her step,
and it was apparent that she was a good bit younger than Lisa. He
wondered if she was out of her teens yet.
     While washing up before dinner he had passed the open door
of Lisa's bedroom- and in plain sight on the table next to the
king sized bed lay a tube of K-Y jelly and a large, polished
dildo. He spent the rest of the evening trying to visualize  both
of them naked on the bed enjoying the dildo, while trying (not
very successfully) to conceal the bulge in his blue jeans. He
wasn't what you'd call worldly and experienced- he was only 22.
But he was overwhelmingly horny, and he finally managed work up
the courage to make an awkward pass at Lisa. She didn't say a
word- she looked straight into his eyes while smiling and gently
shaking her head no. He blushed, looked down at the floor, and
quickly said he'd like to take them up on their offer of a bath
before retiring.
     The bathroom was old fashioned- plain wooden floor,
claw-foot tub, pull chain toilet, and a pedestal sink. The old
plank door had a worn latch, and the slightly out of plumb jamb
gave it a tendency to wander back open whenever vibration worked
the latch free. Eric knew none of this as he hastily stripped off
his clothes, opened the faucet in the tub (as much to mask sound
as to draw his bath), and immediately began to furiously stroke
his massive erection. There was no need to search for something
to lubricate his cock, it was already soaked with an evenings
worth of pre-seminal discharge. He closed his eyes, focused on
what he imagined Lisa's cunt looked like, and in less than a
minute the now familiar surge of ecstasy swept over his entire
being, his pelvis was thrusting forward convulsively, and hot
semen was boiling out his cock, spattering the floor and side of
the tub. A few moments later his post orgasm reverie was
shattered when he looked up, saw that the door was half open, and
caught a momentary glimpse of what he thought may have been
someone scurrying down the hall. Had one of them been watching
him jerk off? The thought was somehow humiliating and arousing at
the same time. He pushed the door shut again, placing his shoes
against it to keep it shut. After doing what he could to wipe
away all traces of his cum, he settled down to enjoy his warm
bath. After about ten minutes, he heard a knock on the door- it
was Lisa. She was ready for bed and would he mind hunkering down
in the tub for a bit while she came in to brush her teeth? He
said sure and was knocked for a loop when she entered wearing a
sheer, pale blue nightie. The material did little to conceal- her
breasts where large, almost perfectly round, and he could see the
slight fold on their underside, obviously caused by their weight.
He could see that her areola were large and quite dark, and her
nipples were surprisingly small- well out of proportion for such
a large breast. She was wearing no panties but all he could make
out was a lush patch of dark pubic hair. Her figure was more
Reubenesque than he had realized- her midsection was thicker and
her belly more rounded than he had imagined(while mentally raping
her earlier that evening). She turned to the sink, bent over, and
began to brush her teeth- and Eric was mesmerized. He was staring
her not very veiled ass cheeks, ripe and full with the deep crack
clearly visible. He was surprised at how much she was turning him
on- he had thought extra pounds would make his dick limp. Every
woman he had ever been involved with had been obsessed with
keeping the weight off and yet here he was with his cock swelling
again, rising up above the water in the tub, less that ten
minutes after a massive orgasm. Lisa soon finished brushing her
teeth, but instead of turning toward the door to go, she stepped
to the side of the tub. Eric froze- he had a perfect view of
Lisa's crotch under the shift, but he couldn't take his eyes off
her eyes. She was looking straight at his throbbing cock. She was
nonchalant when she said, "Sorry I couldn't oblige you tonight- I
can see how 'interested' in me you are, but I like to get to know
a fellah a bit before I get to know him better, if you know what
I mean. See ya in the morning." She turned and left- and his dick
slowly deflated. Whenever he had looked at his own cock when he
had an erection- particularly when his meatus turned that wicked
shade of blue- he thought that no woman could resist. It wasn't
narcissism- he just thought that Eros was universal. He couldn't
imagine himself turning away from an aroused pussy given the same
circumstance, no matter who it belonged to- it seemed unnatural
somehow.
     Later that night as he struggled to get comfortable on the
lumpy couch, he heard the faint but distinct buzz of the dildo
and, in a short while, the rhythmic squeak of a box mattress. His
cock was swollen an instant and the thought of Lisa and Barb in
bed in the other room brought back memories of the first time he
had ever seen a pussy (at least one that didn't belong to his
baby sister).
     He was twelve and was spending the night at his best
friend's house. They had stayed up late talking about girls and
sex. Eric couldn't sleep- he was abuzz with hormones- and by
three o'clock in the morning he couldn't stand it anymore. He got
his penlight, tiptoe down the hall, and crept into his friend's
14 year old sister's room.She was sound asleep, lying on her side
with her knee's halfway to her chest. After 5 minutes of
heart-in-his-throat maneuvering under the sheets, his face was
inches away from her pussy. The scent was intoxicating as he
turned the penlight on and stared at the canyon of her ass in
dumb rapture. Because of the position of her legs, her hips were
spread open and he riveted his eyes on her asshole. His boyhood
friends had called it the "brown eye" and for a long while he had
thought that there was something wrong with his. Back when he was
in the sixth grade- out of pure curiosity- he had curled up in a
ball and, with the help of a shaving mirror,looked at his asshole
through a shaving mirror. It was definitely not brown but rather
a shade of pink that was hardly much deeper than the rest of his
flesh. He couldn't talk to anyone about this- guys who looked at
their own butt were queers or perverts or worse, especially ones
with odd looking bungholes. But here before his very own eyes was
proof that he was not alone! Her's wasn't brown either- sort of a
reddish purple, with a thin wisp of hair surrounding it. And he
knew that assholes weren't supposed to make his dick hard, but
this one sure was. He resisted the urge to touch it and focused
on what he knew men were supposed to focus on: the part where the
canyon converged into a sparsely haired pair of lips that
extended beyond the barrier of her closed thighs. And somewhere
within those lips was the hole that he knew was important to
anyone with a cock as hard as his was now. He gave only a moments
thought to the risk he was about to take, and gently began to
prod the puffy flesh. It would yield to pressure, but was somehow
firm. And it's texture was something he had never before
experienced. The magic hole was somewhere within and he gently
tried to pry the lips apart with his finger. To his surprise, it
was mostly dry inside- everything sort of stuck to itself and
there was nothing remotely resembling a hole. But that dryness
didn't last long. She scared the hell out of him by shifting a
bit, and after his rapidly beating heart slowed somewhat, he
tried again. This time he found that his finger glided among the
folds of flesh easily and almost immediately it sank to his
knuckle- eureka!He strained to see it, but her thighs were still
tightly together- the best he could do was explore by touch, and
evidently his dick was happy with that- he could feel the
dampness of his oozing cock making a mess of his pajamas bottoms.
     Presently all of this changed- she abruptly rolled onto her
back, raised her knees straight up, and spread her legs. He
couldn't quite believe that this was the posture of someone who
was asleep. Her right hand started to massage her pussy and all
of his fear was buried by the absolutely entrancing scene
enfolding before his eyes.     The sparse hairs surrounding her
nether lips quickly spread and became heavily populated as her
slit disappeared into the rise of her pubic mound. They were jet
black, soft, downy, and somewhat matted. His were kinky and curly
- and nowhere near as thick up top (and he felt vaguely
inadequate because of it). Lower down, the transition of milky
white flesh between her legs to the puffy, flushed flesh at her
outer lips was clearly visible. His attention was quickly
diverted to the now wide open gash and he could clearly see her
vagina. The orifice wasn't at all like an asshole- he could sort
of see inside, and this mostly clear nectar was flowing out, a
nectar with a scent even better than what he was so intoxicated
with a short while ago when everything was dry. And the colors
inside her cunt! Everything glistened and reflected the beam of
his penlight-  most of it could be compared to the color inside a
conch shell. But it wasn't monotone - some of the tips of the
various folds had a feathery pattern with a darker pigment,
almost purple. Her pelvis was beginning to rock now and he could
see that she was touching herself mostly higher up her pussy-
there was a bit of glistening flesh there in the shape of a
upside down V, and beneath it was a rigid knob of flesh unlike
anything else in her pussy-it almost looked like a miniature
cock. She was moving much faster now and the nectar was flowing
into the crack of her ass. He watched entranced as the crinkled,
furrowed flesh of her asshole began to flex and relax
rhythmically. He had one hand on the penlight while he unbuttoned
his pj's and began to urgently stroke his throbbing cock.
     She reached around with her other hand, began to circle the
rim of her ass with a finger, and then abruptly buried it up to
her knuckle.It was all much too much- his body stiffened, he
thrust his pelvis as far forward as possible, and let loose a
string of semen all over the sheets.     He dashed out of the
room in terror, certain he would be found out- cum didn't smell
anything like what came out of a pussy and from past embarrassing
experience, he knew that the stains on a bed sheet were easy to
recognize. Days later, after hearing not a word from anyone about
what happened that night, he finally relaxed- she really must
have thought it was just an erotic dream and the soiled sheets
has somehow been overlooked.     On her part, she had a
tremendous orgasm shortly after he left that night. And the
memory of it was fuel for a good number glorious masturbations
(even years later when she was married)- everything between her
legs had been on stage that night: pussy, asshole, pubic hair,
and a scent that she had once thought would be certain to turn a
guy off. That hadn't been the case tonight and there was a puddle
of cum on the sheets to prove it!  And she didn't have to look
him in the eye and blush because she had enjoyed what good girls
weren't supposed to enjoy- it was much less complicated to put on
a show while pretending to be asleep.
     The the thought of that night long ago was almost more of a
turn-on for Eric than his present circumstances. He knew that he
was being toyed with- at least one of them had watched him jerk
off in the bathroom and whoever used the dildo that night
couldn't be foolish enough to think that he hadn't heard. He
resolved to get up in the middle of the night for a repeat
performance of his "panty raid".
     He was more exhausted from his long walk than he realized-
his mental alarm clock didn't get him up until shortly before
dawn. And the wine was no longer relaxing his inhibitions- this
was beginning to look like a bad idea. But his cock was already
stiff and what the hell, it worked before, it could work now. He
chose Lisa for the same reason he had tried to hit on her last
night- she was older, more experienced, and less likely to be
shocked by sexual aggressiveness. And that smile when she turned
down his overture was more than a tease- it was a challenge.
     And so he found himself in a familiar situation. This time
there were no sheets to contend with but, like before, he found
that she wasn't wearing panties beneath her shift. He had no
penlight this time and he silently cursed because he couldn't
feast his eyes on her naked crotch. He paused to inhale the
intoxicating odor. He had intimate knowledge of only seven
different women, but that was enough for him to realize that each
pussy not only looked unique, but had it's own unique scent as
well. His girlfriend Tracy took great pride in cleanliness and
wouldn't think of going on a date without some feminine deodorant
in her purse. He had tried to talk to her about it, but she
thought he was being crude and would hear no more about it (and
he felt crude, but he loved the scent anyway-  and it sure made
his dick hard). Lisa's pussy smelled like a pussy- after a year
of monogamy with Tracy the humid musk between Lisa's legs was
making a tent out of the front of Eric's shorts. He reached down
and slid them off, allowing himself only a quick few strokes with
his hand- his throbbing cock was well beyond the point where it
needed encouragement. He gently eased her legs a bit further
apart, sidled his body closer, and began to delicately probe her
labia with his tongue. He was surprised at the amount of curly,
tangled pubic hair he had to maneuver through, but he soon found
the gash and his tongue began to gently massage her clitoris.
After a couple of involuntary pelvic spasms (which terrified
Eric- but she didn't awaken), her pussy became wet and gushy. She
shifted a bit and spread her legs further. Eric began to wonder
if all women were this easy while they slept, but he knew he
couldn't stay much longer- his cock was aching with pleasure and
he was beginning to have his own involuntary spasms- and there
was no way he was going to give himself away by ejaculating all
over the sheets.
     At the same time Lisa was wondering how long she could keep
up the charade- she wanted in the worst way to thrust her cunt
into his face, but that would spoil the fun. Fortunately for her,
she didn't have long to wait- Barb appeared at the door motioning
silence to Lisa with a finger to her lips. She crept up behind
Eric (he was so engrossed that stealth wasn't necessary). She had
an old dog leash coiled in her hands and she knelt down and tied
one end to the bedpost. The other end she had formed into a noose
of sorts and, quick as a flash, she slipped it over Eric's ankle.
He rose up in shock, half turned, and in an instant went crashing
to the floor as the slack ran out. Barb flipped on the light and,
with a big shit-eating grin, she stared down at the now blushing
Eric lying naked on the floor . Without skipping a beat she
summoned her best West Texas drawl: "Son, folks don't take kindly
to rape in this part of the world. Last fellah we caught was
found hanging upside down by a rope tied around his balls."
     He didn't know what to think- Barb was grinning and Lisa had
propped herself up on a pillow, spread her legs, and had begun to
leisurely masturbate herself. Barb took a couple of steps and
straddled his prone body. I was apparent that eye contact wasn't
important- her focus was his cock. And Eric's gauze was riveted
on the white lace panties three feet from his face. The space
between Barb's legs was unusually wide and there was a plump
fullness to her pussy. Her nether lips formed a distinct groove
which was clearly visible beneath the fabric. Eric's erection,
which had begun to fade, was now throbbing away at full staff.
     Barb said, "You fucked up, Eric... We own you now. And don't
say a word- just do whatever we tell you." Barb glanced over at
Lisa, but she could tell that, for the moment anyway, the
impending orgasm she was methodically working towards was the
only thing Lisa was interested in. She walked to the bed, turned
on the table lamp, and then to the dresser where she turned on
another lamp. The room was now flooded with light as she returned
to Eric and knelt by his side.  "A cock standing up when a guy's
on his feet is no big deal, but it's somethin' special when he's
on his back and it's still up in the air !" Eric felt a surge of
pride and lust as she took his dick in her hands, brought her
face inches away, and began to examine it in detail. It was hard
as a rock, but she could easily slide the skin up and down over
the rigid, somewhat corrugated interior. A wicked looking large
blue, clearly pulsating vein snaked its way up the shaft, staying
mostly on the right side and ballooning just before it
disappeared beneath the reddened folds of what remained of his
foreskin. The skin on the shaft was a smooth, translucent peach
color. Numerous tiny red and blue capillaries were visible just
beneath the surface- and it was peppered with an occasional hard,
pigmented bump not much bigger than a grain of very fine sand.
The skin reddened somewhat in a thin line running up the
underside of the shaft, almost as if someone had wrapped his cock
and this was where they seamed the fabric. Beneath this lay an
oval ridge running the length of his shaft and it seemed to Barb
that Eric's was more pronounced than most. The shaft was about
average in length and breadth, but the crown was unusually large.
The flare of his meatus reminded her of a ski jump and the furrow
running from the slit to the underside was deep. She squeezed
hard just beneath his crown, it expanded slightly, and she
marveled at how the end of his cock looked like a delicious,
overripe plum. His meatus was slick with a copious amount of
clear discharge, and Barb pressed it between her fingers. With
light pressure the tip opened and it seemed to her to be the
entrance of a Lilliputian vagina. She released his dick and
watched it pulse up a fraction with each beat of his heart- she
recalled the hypnotic metronome (and the vague heat between her
legs) as she struggled to pay attention to her piano lessons.
(She was eleven then and hadn't connected the dampness in her
panties with the crush she had on her piano teacher). She reached
for his scrotum, fondling and weighing his testicles- and it
bothered Eric enormously when she declared that his left nut was
smaller than his right. How could she know in a couple of minutes
something that he hadn't yet learned after living with his body
all his life? And did this mean that he was deformed?
     He didn't have much time to dwell on it- both he and Barb
were distracted by the sounds of Lisa's climax. She turned to
watch the moment of bliss clearly reflected on Lisa's face,
quickie shifting her eyes to her soaking wet pussy, still pulsing
with aftershocks. Her own cunt had by now thoroughly stained her
panties. She slipped them off, removed her nightie, and turned to
see the wide-eyed grin from Eric. She gave him a mock scowl and
told him to turn over, place his face on the floor and get on his
knees with his cheeks spread.
     Lisa waited a few moments to regain her composure, threw off
her nightie, and joined Barb at Eric's side. Eric caught a
glimpse of Barb's naked body before his face hit the floor and he
was certain that he was about to cum all over the place. His cock
was just beginning the preliminary rolling spasms when he felt a
pair of hands spreading his cheeks followed by a tongue circling
the rim of his asshole. He immediately tightened his sphincter
and recoiled, trying to close his asscheeks, only to find himself
surprised at his own involuntary reaction. Ever since watching
Cathy (his teenage friend's sister) fingering her asshole, anuses
had been a big turn-on for him (helped, no doubt, by a dog-eared
copy of "The Story of O" that he smuggled out of his father's
study). But Cathy had turned out to be unique- all of the girls
he had slept with made it very clear that their rear ends were
off limits.
     He had thought they were somewhat prudish and repressed, but
for the first time he was looking at anal sex from their point of
view- and he found that he agreed with them! He had little time
to reflect on this, however- Barb reared back and gave his butt a
healthy smack. "DO AS YOU'RE TOLD, GODDAMNIT! GET THAT SKINNY
LITTLE ASS OF YOURS UP IN THE AIR AND KEEP THOSE CHEEKS SPREAD!"
The intended effect was mitigated somewhat as Eric heard the both
of them trying to suppress giggles. But this slight reprieve
didn't last: he felt the touch of a K-Y laden finger massaging
the crinkled furrows of his anus, followed by a hand cupping his
balls. It was Barb. Lisa had crouched down on the rug, focusing
on the other side of Eric's plumbing- his throbbing cock (which
by now had been erect for close to an hour). She was determined
to watch it erupt and presently began to masturbate him with
long, slow, deliberate strokes. The effect on Eric was clearly
electric: Rolling convulsions began to shake his entire body- and
he went into orbit when Barb thrust her finger into his asshole
and began to massage his prostate through the thin membrane: His
balls tightened and receded, Barb felt his sphincter squeeze her
finger as his prostate began to pulse, Lisa felt the shaft swell
and watched the meatus grow and darken. He strained forward to
thrust his cock forward into the non-existent pussy- and in an
instant the thick, viscous semen boiled out, first in an
explosion and then in rapidly diminishing amounts as each thrust
became less forceful. Eric finally slumped down into the mess he
had made on the rug, breathing heavily and covered with beads of
sweat.

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