Danny and Rachelle Ch. 02

I have always been a light sleeper, going from dreaming straight to entirely awake. I usually become fully aware of the world and my place in it from the moment I open my eyes. When I was still in high school, I had to manage my overnight job stocking shelves at a megastore with the need to make it to class each day. Sleep was something I got in small doses. As an officer who worked rotating shifts, side jobs, and a ludicrous amount of OT, I would use my half hour lunch break to snatch a few z's. My internal clock has become highly developed. I can crash for 20 minutes, wake up refreshed, and be back in my unit before time runs out. I usually grab 5 hours sleep a day and I'm still ready to hit the street running.

Not today. Today was that rare time when I woke slowly, as if crawling from a warm, soft cocoon. I had a feeling of peace and satisfaction, something rarely felt. As I came to, I could feel the presence of supple flesh pressed against my side. Where am I and who the hell is laying on me? In the dim light I could just make out a mass of curly purple and brown hair blocking the view down my chest. Even then it took me a moment before I remembered the previous night.

Rachelle.

Soft lips against mine. Hard nipples and soaking wet slit. Hot juice squirting over both our hands. MY juices spewing all over HER hands! Her tongue cleaning every drop of me off her hands. I found it hard to believe it had happened.

Rachelle's breath was warm against my skin. I gently moved her hair back to look along her still sleeping form. Sometime during the night, she threw her left leg across my lower body. Her t-shirt had bunched up so that the lower part of her left breast, including the nipple, was visible. It was a lovely sight to see and just added to the strength of my morning wood. The waist band of my boxers had rolled a little allowing its crown to peek out from under the cloth. The only thing stopping it from bursting forth seemed to be that the dried emissions from last night had glued the cloth to the shaft. Rachelle's crotch was pressed against my hip, pinning me to the bed.

In my mind, there was no place I would rather be. My overflowing bladder, on the other hand, wanted me to be somewhere else, and quick. If I did not find a way to extricate myself, I would soon find out if Rachelle was into watersports. I am not one to judge, but she had wanted to take things slow, and my thoughts are that golden showers are not really a second date sort of thing. Maybe third or.... never? Again, not a judgy person and I try to go with the flow.

My watch showed that it was only 6:07 AM and I knew Rachelle had been really exhausted last night, especially after our little play date. Being a gentleman, while still enjoying the view of her breast and nipple, I started maneuvers to try to get to the bathroom without waking her. I began by trying to move my right leg from under her left calf. Things were going great, right up until Rachelle decided to snuggle tightly, wrapping both her arms and legs around my body and pushing her hip into my bladder. To make things even worse, her thigh had pulled on the dried cloth of the brief and started to peel it from my hardened shaft. It was like someone was carving a design on my cock by scraping the top layer of skin off. Since when did dry cum become superglue? The pressure on my bladder made me clinch down to try to stop anything from squirting out onto Rachelle. Again, not real sure she is into that.

At this point, I was conflicted. Should I direct a stream of piss around the room like a dog marking it's a new home or send Rachelle headfirst to the floor? I could probably convince her she had a nightmare; make it seem it was her fault. Women are used to that. A head injury though might affect my chances of spending some quality time inside her in the coming days. Decisions, decisions.

"Are you ok?" Rachelle whispered in a sleepy voice.

"Gotta piss like a racehorse! I mean like now!"

"Well, why didn't you say so!" She said rolling to the side and shoving me off the edge of the bed.

I flipped on the bathroom light as I staggered through the door, trying to get my cock unstuck from my boxers and the piss slit cleared so I wouldn't pee on the ceiling. Flipping up the lid (why do women have to close the GOT DAMN LID), I leaned forward pulling the head of my cock down and praying I wouldn't piss in my face.

As the piss rocketed out of my shaft, I felt a presence behind me as an arm slipped around my hip and a warm hand covered the hand on my cock.

"Let me, please! I have always wanted to do this!" Rachelle whispered, looking over my shoulder as her hair tickled my left cheek.

"Ohhhhh.... KKKKKKK... Make it so..." I replied.

"Ha... a Star Trek reference, you are such a nerd."

The first few seconds of Rachelle using my super squirter went as expected, as she sprayed a stream across the back of the toilet lid.

"It can take a moment to get used to" I responded as I pushed down on Rachelle's hand and heard the comforting sound of my pee hitting the bowl.

I felt her warm breath on my neck as she snorted. "Sorry to jump in, but I have always dreamed of doing this. None of the guys I was with would let me. They said it was weird, like I wanted to have a dick. Guess it made them nervous with me behind them and all."

"Not nervous here at all, just relieved."

"Wow, is it always such a fight to get it to hit the bowl? With it being so hard no wonder that none of the guys I knew could ever get it IN the toilet rather than on the edges. I guess I won't be so judgmental in the future."

"Rachelle, most of the time we aren't hard when emptying our onboard storage. It is MUCH easier when it is soft, but morning wood is morning wood, and the bladder wants what the bladder wants."

"Well, to tell the truth, I usually try to relieve their wood before they get out of bed, if you know what I mean." She said with a smile.

Before I could catch my breath to make a remark, Rachelle said, "So now that you are empty, what do I do?"

"Normally, I would jiggle it a couple of times to get off any excess fluid. Since you were kind enough to help, feel free to relax and enjoy the ride. We aim to please at Danny's Dick Experience."

"Wow! I really have had a great time! I will be sure to give you a 5-star review!" She responded as she used an efficient wrist action to flip off the last couple of drops while somehow getting rock to turn into solid steel.

We stood still together for a full-minute, looking out of the corner of our eyes at each other, before I said, "Maybe we should get ready to head down to breakfast."

Rachelle had a faraway look in her eyes, but slowly recovered, smiling up at me.

"Yeah, I could really eat something right now." She said, quickly turning and skipping back into the room.

By the time I had cleaned up the mess, Rachelle had already pulled clothes out of her luggage and was coming back to the bathroom.

"Why don't you shower first. I usually take a while to get things just right" She said, "Then I can do my hair and makeup without us having to fight for the mirror."

"What makes you think I don't extra time in front of the mirror?" I replied.

Rachelle rolled her eyes and looked at me with a pitying gaze. "You do, but why start now? I have seen you in the wild. The way you look you probably take all of 10 minutes to get ready, and that includes a shower and brushing your teeth, IF you remember."

"Words cut deep! And after letting you hold the Excalibur, that is the nicest thing you have to say!"

"Well, that was sweet of you, but remember, I live in the real world, so stick your sword in the stone and hop in the shower!"

****

Two hours later, we were both showered, dressed and ready to head downstairs to eat the free breakfast that came with the room. Rachelle was wrong, it took me at least twenty minutes to do what needed to be done to create perfection. At least I thought I was perfection until she walked back in the room.

She wore a dark long-sleeved plaid shirt tied off at the waist. Under that was a brown bare midriff sports bra struggling to keep her firm breasts contained. Her nipples could poke your eyes out. She had on a pair of skintight black jeans that put her assets, both front and back, on prominent display. A pair of western style cowboy boots and a lightweight jacket topped off the ensemble.

"It's 60 now, but I can just stuff the jacket in my backpack when it warms up. You ready to go?"

"I am right behind you," I said.

Rachelle's raised her eyebrows as she said, "I like that!"

I stopped Rachelle as she was about to open the door.

"Are you going to keep that up all day? The little sexual innuendos influence my body. If it continues, I need to change these pants. They get a little too tight and my cock is going to get chaffed. You wouldn't want to chaff my cock, would you?"

"Be patient! Before this is over, if you want it chaffed, I'll chaff it." She said planting a kiss on my forehead. "We are going to have so much fun today! I LOVE getting you all worked up!"

We exited our room and Rachelle moved down to the elevator, pushing the call button. A door opened nearby, and we could hear a woman's voice. Rachelle looked at me and mouthed "It's them!"

I looked back and saw two women with day packs on exiting the room next to ours. They left the same room we had heard very loud, passionate lovemaking from the night before.

The elevator opened and one of the girls called out for us to hold the door. As they entered, Rachelle's smile sparkled.

"Good morning!" Rachelle said.

The first woman, a small buxom redhead in her mid-twenties wearing yoga pants and a hoodie, smiled and said, "Hiya!"

Her companion looked a little older, maybe in her early 30's, but just as attractive. She had long black hair tied in a ponytail and was wearing a black ball cap with similar yoga pants and hoodie as her friend. She gave Rachelle and I a shy smile and whispered, "Good morning."

Rachelle turned her smile up a couple of watts, then said, "Well, I am Rachelle and this is my friend, Danny."

The redhead, said, "I'm Alice and this is Michelle."

Rachelle suddenly reached between the women, saying, "Better push the button or you'll be stuck inside with us all day."

As the lift began moving Rachelle said, "So did you all get a goodnight's sleep?"

"We slept like babes! You?" said Alice.

"After we got to bed, we got a little wound up. Kept hearing a banging noise, like something was getting pounded hard and deep. Whatever they were doing, it sounded like they got the job done right! Very impressive work!"

Alice's eyes got big as her face turned bright red. Michelle glanced over her shoulder at Rachelle trying to keep from smiling.

The elevator door opened and Alice and Michelle exited into the hallway leading to the restaurant. With a pleased look on her face Rachelle grinned at me as I rolled my eyes.

"Well, it was nice meeting you two! Hopefully, we will get a chance to meet again," said Alice.

As Rachelle and I turned towards the restaurant, Michelle leaned towards Rachelle and said, "You're looking at the reigning champions, sweetie!" and took off for the lobby.

Rachelle shouted, "HA! We will see about that!"

*****

After a quick English breakfast (it was interesting eating beans that weren't refried and stuffed in a tortilla), Rachelle and I struck out to see the sights. Knowing our time was limited we decided to squeeze in as many stops as possible. Fortunately, we had a lot of the same interests. I love history, especially military history, and Rachelle was right there with me. Buckingham Palace, the Horse Guards Museum, Churchill's Bunker took up much of our morning and early afternoon. I found myself eagerly being pulled from one exhibit to the other by Rachelle. Skipping lunch, we wandered down to the Thames and toured the HMS Belfast, before heading back to the hotel.

"All that walking has made me hungry. What do you feel like?" I asked.

"Well, looks like there is a pub about a block over towards the hotel. Do pubs have food?" she asked.

"I think it is like bar food and the like." I responded.

We settled on an Indian restaurant a couple of doors down from the pub. After dinner, we began a slow early evening walk back to the hotel, our elbows linked together with Rachelle leaning on my shoulder. We were walking past the pub we had talked about earlier when Rachelle said, "I can't wait to kick back and relax at the room. Take a nice hot shower, get ready for bed, and just take it easy. Tired, but not drained, if you know what I mean."

I was working on a reply when much to my surprise I heard someone call out, "Danny, Rachelle! Over here." Rachelle and I both looked around in surprise, trying to see who was calling.

"Over here you silly twats!"

It was then I spotted our tiny redheaded big-boobed sweetheart bouncing up and down while furiously waving her arms over her head. It was Alice and sitting at a table behind her was Michelle with her head in her hands.

"You can't just call them twats! They're American and barely know us!" said Michelle.

Rachelle let out a little scream and raced over to the girls. She gave Alice a big hug as if they were old friends, then turned to Michelle and said, "It's ok Michelle, my nickname as a kid was twat."

I tried to establish some kind of dignified entrance, walking up to the table and shaking Michelle's hand. As I turned towards Alice, she nearly knocked me over, wrapping her body around mine and planting a big wet kiss on my lips.

"None of that now," she said, indicating my still extended hand, "remember, we all shared sex last night."

The pub was packed and I looked around to see all eyes from the closest tables on us. Blushing, I gave a little wave and said, "We weren't even in the same room!"

An elderly woman drinking a pint of some dark ale grinned at me and said, "Not even in the same room? I would like to see how you managed that! There must be more to you than meets the eye!"

I dipped my head down as the laughs drove me to take up the empty seat on the non-Alice side of Michelle. Rachelle plopped down between Alice and I and addressed the girls.

"It is so good to see you two again! We have been walking all over London today and were just heading back to our room, but this is so much better!" Rachelle said. This from the woman who less than five minutes ago could not wait to veg out for the rest of the evening.

"So, what have you two girls been up to today? Anything fun?" Rachelle asked.

Alice smiled and said, "Just visiting family. Michelle and I are both from London, but met what, six months ago, in Dublin. I work at the University and Michelle works as a solicitor for a small firm."

"Oh, how did you two meet?" asked Rochelle.

"Oh well, I caught Michelle checking out my bum at a little bookstore near my place. One thing led to another, and I had her between the sheets that night. She hasn't left since!" Alice laughed.

"Lying cow! I had to drag you home! You were too afraid to make a move!" Michelle said. "What about you two, I bet that's a very romantic tale."

"Well, I have been chasing Danny for years, but he just ignored me. I have done everything I can think of to seal the deal, but he turns me down, at least until last night. You two set him on fire! I was beginning to think he was a closeted virgin and wouldn't give it up until the wedding night. Rachelle said with a smile. "Sometime soon I will feel what no other woman has felt!"

Alice's mouth flew open, "Really Danny, a virgin? I haven't had one of those since Michelle! If you need any help sweetheart, we're here! Us girls need to stick together."

While we all laughed at Alice's joke, I noticed Michelle surreptitiously eying both Rachelle and I. It was obvious as the evening went on that both girls had had more than a few drinks already. Alice seemed to keep to beer while Michelle was sipping whisky. With help from Michelle, Alice talked Rachelle into drinking a couple of glasses of Scotch Whisky, both of which went straight to her head. Before too long, Alice and Rachelle were leaning into one another, having an intense conversation.

Michelle leaned into me and said, "Rachelle seems like a sexy handful. You are one very lucky man."

"Truth is Michelle, her and I barely knew each other before the trip and the trip itself is turning into an introduction to all things Rachelle." I replied. Right about that time we both watched as Rachelle and Alice giggled as they shared a kiss.

I turned back to Michelle and began apologizing. "Michelle, I don't think Rachelle is much of a drinker, and I am sure she doesn't mean anything by it."

Michelle laughed. "Danny, no worries. Alice and I have an open relationship. We do everything together, or at least in the same room, and would never hurt one another. We had been talking all day about how sexy you both turned out to be. The only thing that will happen is what you and Rachelle together want to happen. We would never break up a couple, especially one as sweet as you two, just for a little... or in this case, a lot... of pleasure."

"As I said, I am just learning about Rachelle, but I have yet to find a mean bone in her body. While she can be a little outspoken and overly sharing about things, she is also very sweet. Though I find her very sexy and attractive, I respect Rachelle's desire to take our relationship slow. Neither of us are interested in marriage or kids, so that helps to remove the tension and let us relax and really get to know one another."

"Commitment issues, huh? Alice and I had that when we first met. She had been hurt in the past and was afraid it would happen again. It just took patience to break down the walls. You two will get there."

"I don't think you understand. Neither of us have commitment issues, we just distrust the institution of marriage. Loyalty to someone is important and honesty even more so. Lying and being demanding just breeds jealousy, and that can kill a relationship. Anyway, way too early for Rachelle and I. Except for a couple of coffee and lunch dates to plan the trip, last night was the first night we spent together. Can't base a whole relationship on just one night."

Michelle smiled, "Sounds like you have it all worked out. Just for a second, though, I want you to look at Rachelle, really look at her, and tell me how she makes you feel."

I watched Rachelle take a large sip of whisky, which was the same moment Alice made some sort of bawdy comment that she found particularly funny. Liquid spewed out of her mouth and nose as she used her hand to try to contain it. As I watched, Rachelle looked over at me, her face showing both embarrassment in the situation and delight in her friends. Rachelle doesn't just smile with her mouth; her whole face and body get involved.

"Well?" Michelle said.

"Pure joy. She just makes me feel happy deep down. It's a good feeling."

"Right. You may not realize it, but you BOTH show that. You're different, but the same, if that makes sense. Alice and I could see it in the short time we met you this morning. You complement each other. Sex is important, don't let anyone tell you it's not, but what you do for one another, making each other happy, is even more so."

"I don't think sex will be a problem with us."

"Danny, every man thinks that. From experience, most everyone thinks they satisfy their lover. Never take it for granted. I sense you don't, but too many people close themselves off and are scared to tell anyone what excites them. I don't think Rachelle is that type, and that makes you a lucky, lucky man!"

Rachelle and Alice chose that time to stand up, grab Michelle's hand and head to the back of the room.

"Danny, us girls got work to do. Be back soon. How about you order us another round!" Alice called over her shoulder.

I decided to join the girls for a drink. By the time they had returned from the facilities, I had already finished half of my beer. Since I hadn't drank in a while it went straight to my head. As the girls got back to the table, Alice sat in my lap and picked up her fresh beer.

"Rachelle is a special one, Danny. You are a lucky man! You should feel proud to have your cherry popped by such a gorgeous lass!"

Both Michelle and Alice proceeded to point out Rachelle's best features, which they saw as many and varied. They then began leaning into their own characteristics and abilities, which at times led to appreciative whistles from Rachelle. By that time Alice had switched to Michelle's lap, surreptitiously reaching under her girlfriend's hoodie to tenderly massage her breasts.

With my lap free, Rachelle quickly took Alice's place, using her body to block any direct view of Alice and Michelle's play. Both women were whispering, gently kissing and touching the tips of their tongues together.

Rachelle put her arm around my shoulder, leaning her upper body against my chest and tilting her head against me.

"They look so sexy, don't they?" Rachelle said.

"Absolutely."

"Alice asked if we would like to come back to their room. I am interested, but truth is, if it is ok with you, I told them I would like to test drive you on my own before renting you out to others."

"Why couldn't they ask me?"

"Danny, what red-blooded American boy would not want to sleep with three gorgeous women? I believe what I held last night and this morning is up to the task, don't you? They are going to be in the hotel a few more nights, so it is not like it's off the table."

When I didn't answer, Rachelle turned and looked me in the eye. "What's the matter? Come on, honesty always."

"Rachelle, I know I said I was kinky and I have always thought I was, but my kinkiness and experience aren't at the same level as yours. I have never been with multiple partners at the same time. It really makes me a little nervous. Remember, I am not a piece of meat."

"Oh, baby! I am sorry! The whisky kind of loosened me up and I left the door open for us all getting together. If you are not comfortable, it won't happen. I want you to be happy. You come first."

"I am not saying I am not interested. It has been a fantasy of mine."

"None of your previous ladies ever had the same interest?"

"Well, one woman I was dating a few years ago was really interested in trying out swinging. We went to a swingers club a couple of times. It was fun, though all we did was watch. The second time, several couples invited us to a house party after the club closed. We were driving over but chickened out and went home instead. Shortly after that, she had to move out of state for work, and nothing has come up since. Again, I wasn't turned off by it; quite the contrary, it was a bit of a thrill. Fantasy seems fun, but the reality can be scary.

"No problem. But I must warn you, I am making it my job to do all I can to break you out of your shell and help make your every sexual fantasy, every desire, come true." Rachelle leaned over and gently kissed me. "With that being said, I am more than a little tipsy, and we should probably call it a night before I go back on my word. That Alice can be a hot little minx! When we get back to the room, I will tell you what the three of us got up to in the bathroom. Let's just say, we put on a short but very interesting show."

Rachelle's long tongue slipped out of her mouth, and traced the edges of my lips, before she hopped to her feet. "Oh, and that thing about being a piece of meat. You are a piece of meat, a big one! I can't wait to pimp you out!"

"Ladies, I think Danny and I going to head back to our room for tonight. We will meet you here tomorrow evening again about 9, right?" Rachelle said.

"Oh, do you have to go? We were just getting wound up! Alright then. Tomorrow night it is, unless you have need of us earlier. What did that old song say, "Knock three times if you want me". Remember though, it is the wall and not the ceiling. You might not get someone with our expertise"

"I am sure Danny and I will both be thinking of you! Good night, girls! Don't do anything we wouldn't do."

Again, Rachelle hooked her arm through mine, leaning in close to my body as we walked along the sidewalk headed to the hotel entrance.

"I had a good time tonight. You?" Rachelle said.

"That I did. They are both a fun sort. They seem very open and not shy at all about giving advice."

"I know. They were giving me all sorts of guidance in the restroom."

"Like what."

"Alice said not to waste time. She said if I felt like fucking you, I should just fuck you and not try to keep to some silly schedule that would just keep us from becoming closer. Just do what we both feel like doing."

"And what did you think of that?"

Rachelle tilted her head, looked me directly in the eye before saying, "I am beginning to think that is very good advice. We shall see... we shall see."

Once in the room, Rachelle groaned, "Whew! I must be lightweight nowadays. A couple of three drinks and I feel all loose, like I'm walking on a bed of cotton balls, about to fall off."

"Well, we're backing in the room now and you can relax. I need to use the bathroom for a minute, then you can have it."

"WHOOP!", Rachelle yelled, "Can I, can I, can I, please????"

"Can you what?"

"Can I please hold your cock again, while you pee? It was so much fun this morning and now you won't have that morning wood you were complaining about."

"I guess, but this is not going to become a regular thing." I said, as I began fishing my nearly fully erect cock out of my pants.

Rachelle quickly reached under my right arm and took possession of the shaft, pressing her chest and groin tightly against my back.

"I thought you said it's usually soft when you pee, that earlier was just 'morning wood." Rachelle whispered, her warm whisky breath tickling my ear.

"Eh, sometimes it gets hard and I don't know why. It just gets that way."

"Hmmm... I think I know why... mmm... maybe there is something it really wants, right here in this room."

I relaxed enough to start a steady strong stream of urine hitting inside the bowl. Rachelle's aim was much better this time, even as my cock reached its full length and girth.

"I am getting so much better aiming. Soon I will be able to write my name in cursive. That will be sooooo much fun." Rachel said with a grin.

"You know, I do have rights. I should be able to piss without anyone holding my dick for me."

"Sweetie, you know this way is much more fun for both of us. Hold still... here we go... shake once, shake twice, shake... thrice. All done! Does it feel heavier when it is soft? I feel like it should. Need to check that next time. Look, this is something we can share. A good relationship, whether with a lover or a friend, is based on shared experiences. Just accept it, this is our thing. Whether we are happy or sad, horny or mad, we should always do this together. Consider me as one of those guys that carries the lance for the knight, you know, what were they called? Squires, that was it. I am your squire. You can call me your cocksman, or cocks woman, if you like."

"So, this is a friend experience? I bet Roscoe wouldn't like it if I tried to have the same sort of experience with him. You know, come up behind him and hold his schlong while he pisses."

Rachelle gently bit my earlobe and said, "Never know 'til you try." She then slipped back into the room to grab some night clothes.

"Yeah, I'll be sure and let Roscoe know that as he's stomping my ass." I mumbled under my breath.

The night routine went much quicker than the morning, and we soon settled together in bed. The lights were off and the TV was on as we both stared at the screen in a darkened room without watching it.

Rachelle rolled onto her side and faced me.

"Alice is right, at least partially. Setting up a silly schedule when we both are so attracted to each other doesn't make sense. Still, doesn't it make things a lot more stimulating to drag it out a little, doesn't it? It makes me hot teasing you and you teasing me."

"Me teasing you? How am I teasing you? I haven't been grabbing your pussy when you're trying to pee."

"Oh, never tried that! Maybe next time! I am serious when I say you're teasing me. Can't you tell what you do to me? When we touch my skin sparks and my chest tightens. Like my breath is being squeezed out of me. It feels so good. I want that feeling to last. I am afraid if we go slapping our goodies together right away, all the mystery will disappear. I don't want to lose that yet. Please? I know I am asking a lot, but I guarantee you once we take the plunge, you will get to do things with me that will scar you for life."

"Rachelle, while your body, hell your very presence, is driving me crazy, I would never try to force you into anything you don't want or are not ready for. I will survive the teasing, even if my balls don't. Truthfully, I am teasing, too. I just think maybe I should be more of a teaser than teasee. The longer we are together, the more I learn about you, and what I am learning is VERY interesting.

"You liked the little girl on girl action with Alice, did you?"

"Who wouldn't! You do you. That reminds me, what did you girls get up to during your bathroom visit?"

"I will say it is hard to get a look in the mirror when you have a beautiful woman latched to each nipple."

"NO SHIT! I guess Michelle wasn't lying when she said they do everything together."

"I can attest to that, as could the other ladies in the room."

"An audience??!!"

"Oh, yeah! I would say that no one was in a hurry to leave THAT room. My nipples are very popular!"

"They are outstanding, in fact, probably the best I have ever seen."

"You make me blush. They are one of my proudest assets. Are you ready for the next step in our sexual adventures?"

"Your wish is my command."

"Good, because I want your taint on the sheets." Rachelle said with a grin.

"What?"

"Get nekkid son!" She said as she whipped her t-shirt off, her large bare breasts lit by the glow from the screen as she tossed it to a nearby chair. She quickly added her boxers to the pile.

"You know I don't feel comfortable sleeping without clothes. What if I leave a streak on the sheets?"

"Take them off! Shirt and boxers. Add them to the pile!"

I got up and stood by the bed as I slowly removed the items. As I finished, Rachelle made a turning motion with her finger. "Turn around."

I turned and heard her give an appreciative groan. "Ok, bend over and show the hole."

"Do what?"

"Show me the Grand Canyon. I need to see how dirty it is."

"I just showered!"

"How do I know you wash your crack? Some men are nasty. You could have a year's worth of grit up there. You might need some sandblasting to be done before I let you in my bed."

Putting myself on display to this woman was its own special brand of exciting. Though she had been joking, I decided to play along, bending at the waist, spreading my cheeks and trying to get my hole to wink at her.

"Beautiful!" She said without a hint of teasing in her voice. "Now slide back in and we can discuss what happens next."

I moved under the covers and lay down on my back, stretching my arms over my head. Rachelle rolled to her side and rested her head on my shoulder. She used the fingernails of her left hand to lightly scratch across my chest. I could feel my cock begin swelling again, even harder than it had earlier. I knew then what she meant when she talked about sparks on the skin. The movement was exciting, but comforting and intimate at the same time.

"I am going to give you a choice. You decide and I will not judge you, one way or the other. I can use my mouth to please you, or you can use your mouth to please me, but you can only choose one tonight. I will tell you I truly enjoy sucking a load out of a hard cock. Still, your decision.

My brain was screaming to push her head to my stomach so I could enjoy what I just KNEW would be the most memorable blow job ever. Though she would keep her promise and not judge me if I was on the receiving end first, I knew that I would judge myself for being selfish. I believe that when you give pleasure, ultimately you will get pleasure. I would enjoy this either way. After having my fingers inside her last night, I was eager to get a close look at what I had been into. I needed to taste her.

Leaning close to her forehead I whispered, "Which way do you prefer it? On your back or on my face?"

"Let's start with "on your face" until I pass out, then we can switch."

"One way or another, I plan on licking you for the next hour, so you might want to pack a snack."

I positioned myself on my back with a pillow under my head. Rachelle slipped from under the covers, sliding up until we were face to face. The electricity continued to flow between us. Her tongue slipped out and gently stroked across her lips, moistening them. Our tongues dueled, trading touches in a slow give and take, each trying to control the other. Our kisses became enthusiastic, passionate, and then hungry.

I felt Rachelle's moist slit leave a trail on my stomach as she stretched atop my body. With her knees on each side of my hips, she dropped her breasts to my chest. I let out a low moan as her exceptionally long, hard nipples slid across my own nipples. Rachelle arched her back hovering her breasts over my face. I latched onto her right nipple as she held my arms over my head and pushed the thick nub into my mouth. The areola surrounding it was wide, dark and swollen. I clamped down on her nipple, wrapping my lips around it sucking and pulling, first gently, then much rougher. Rachelle squealed, using one hand to force feed more of her breast into my mouth.

Rachelle groaned, "Fuck, you know just how I like them sucked." I could feel the wetness of her pussy as she began rubbing it up and down on my stomach.

I brought both of my hands down to Rachelle's taut ass cheeks and dragged her groin to within reach of my mouth, in the process releasing her now dark red nipple. Letting go of the nipple caused her to issue a high pitched "NO!" into the dimly lit room, but it was immediately replaced by a playful squeal as my fingers pressed against the back of her thighs and into the edges of her mound. I applied gentle but steady pressure, rubbing my fingertips side to side.

Finally face to face with Rachelle's sex, I took a moment to appreciate what I had been given. The skin of her swollen mound was well waxed without a trace of stubble, something that's always appreciated. Her pussy was a work of art. The labia were thick and swollen and I could see her swollen clitoris poking out of its sheath. The entire mound and area down past her tight little starfish were soaked with her juices.

I took a deep breath enjoying the wonderful odor wafting off her skin, filling the air. Grabbing the headboard, Rachelle tried to lower her sex onto my mouth, but I held her hips just out of reach.

"Fuck, lick me! Please, I need to feel your tongue. I am so close already!"

Instead, I enjoyed the view for a moment more, before slowly using my tongue to lick up the overflow of nectar dribbling from her open slit. I started first with her thighs, carefully licking up each drop. As I moved closer to her mound Rachelle tried pressing forward hoping to catch the tip of my tongue on her clit. Failing that, she tried to move her hips in a circle to get tongue on the most sensitive parts of her pussy.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! QUIT TEASING ME! GOD DAMMIT! PLEASE... OH SHIT" She cried.

I continued to move slowly enjoying the taste and texture of each area, at one point tapping the crinkle of her anus as she moaned and tightened the opening.

"Fuck do that again! I love it. How did you know I would love that?"

I kept the teasing going for another five minutes, licking up the juices that were now literally pouring from her hole. Her clit was large and standing tall, not unlike a tiny cock. I blew a soft, warm breath directly on it.

"YEEESSSSS! AHHHH! THERE, THERE, BABY!"

Right then we heard Alice and Michelle arrive in their room, their door slamming against the wall. Their loud voices indicated that they most likely had continued the party once we left. With Rachelle distracted by our neighbors I slipped the pointy tip of my tongue out and ran it straight from the bottom of her dark pink slit to just under her clit, before quickly wrapping it around the bottom right corner under the hood. If the girls had not already known we were in our room, they would know now!

"HOLY FUCK! OOOOHHHHHHH... UHHHHHH... DO IT AGAIN, PLEASE! DON'T STOP!"

After blowing softly on her clit, I returned to licking the juices from the area around her mound.

"YOU BASTARD! TONGUE FUCK ME! PLEASE, EAT MY PUSSY!"

Her hands came down from the headboard as fists and began hitting me lightly on the head and shoulders.

"I thought we were friends. Why won't you eat my pussy? Tear that shit up!"

I placed a kiss right in the center of her opening then began licking the edges of her prominent lips, sucking and pulling on them as she once again grabbed the headboard.

"That's it! I'm sorry I called you a bastard! That was a mean thing to say!"

I switched to long, slow licks from the base of her hole to the tip of her clit, using the fingers of one hand to spread her open and the other to pinch the hood of her clit so it covered the nub. Her body shivered with every lick. Holding the hood in place, I slipped first one then two fingers inside her opening and gently moved them to the top, searching for the spongy area just inside the top of the opening. Once I found her G-spot, I dragged the tips of both fingers across it in a come-hither motion, which resulted in Rachelle slamming her crotch onto my nose hard enough to make my eyes water.

"Finger bang me... FUCK YES!"

I am nothing if not a consummate professional! I play through the pain! It was time to get serious. I literally attacked her pussy with my tongue, swiping it from the top of the opening just above my fingers, up and around her clitoris before quickly wrapping my tongue around and sucking her clit like I was working a truck stop glory hole! Rachelle levitated, rising into the air while somehow forcing even more of her clit into my mouth.

"YES, YES, YES! YOU ARE A GOOOOODDDDD! SUCK MY CLIT! GOD DAMN!!!!!!"

I decided that since her clit liked more tongue, maybe her pussy would like another couple of fingers. Forming all four fingers into a point, I pushed them into her gushing opening all the way up to the third knuckle. Rachelle began panting, switching to a low keening wail, pounding on the headboard.

"I'M CUMMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG! FUCK!"

My hand and arm were soaked by her squirting discharge. She began bouncing on my fingers as I tried to keep my lips in contact with her clit. I rotated my fingers back and forth inside her and she screeched again!

"FUCK ME! CUMMMMM... OOOOOOHHHHHH... CUMMMMIIINNGG... OHHHHHHHH"

Rachelle's full weight fell forward as I once again swiped at her clit concentrating on the area I had found was the most sensitive, the lower right base. I pushed the hood over her clit and gently pinched it while finger fucking her. Her juices once more squirted down onto my arm and chest.

"MORE, MORE... FUCK... FUCK ME, PLEASE..."

I kept this up for a good ten minutes, being careful not to lick her raw, but keeping pressure on her clit pushing her from one climax right to another.

While Rachelle continued to moan and curse with her hips pushing down to meet what was now nearly my whole right hand inside her, I noticed she was gradually slowing down and becoming incoherent.

"No more... No more... please, I can't take anymore... I can't stop shaking... please."

"I told you I would eat you for an hour and I am nothing if not a man of my word."

"Fuck, I don't think I can take anymore. I won't be able to walk."

I continued to stroke my fingers in and out of her hole, occasionally sucking on her clit as I watched her body jerk and shake. She would climax softly several times in row before, with a piercing moan, she would jam her pussy hard on my face and fingers as a big wave rolled in. Within too short of a time, Rachelle's limp body fell to the side, sprawling across the bed with her legs lewdly spread apart, like a porn version of Raggedy Ann. Looking down at her, I couldn't help but see what a beautiful, sexual being she was. My cock was pulsating, precum soaking the head and shaft, but we had an agreement. I would end the night with just the taste of her pussy on my lips, if for no other reason than to find out what was next in store for me.

I was too tired to take care of myself. Both the bed and our bodies were soaked in Rachelle's juices, but I was too exhausted to care. I dragged the comforter over us, then rolled her onto her side so that her head was resting on my shoulder. I had never been one to encourage someone to snuggle with me. This time it felt right. I brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her on the tip of her nose as she snored in my arms.

I cut off the TV and slid into the darkness. As I was drifting off, I heard a knock on the wall adjoining our room with Alice and Michelle's.

"GOOOOAAAAALLLLLLL!" screamed Alice.

****

I have always dreamed. By that, I mean that within minutes of my head hitting the pillow, I'm dreaming. I love it. It is like a first run interactive movie playing every night in my head. If it came with popcorn, I would never wake up.

My mind also produces some of the most outlandish porn you have ever seen. As a teenager, I suffered a confusing nocturnal emission involving a devil with a girthy pronged dick and my strangely eager bunghole. Ever since that morning I woke to my cock jetting a thick creamy load in my tighty whiteys I get anxious during Halloween. Also, around priests.

My sex dreams are nothing if not interesting. I have not had one of those "wet dream" quality scenes appear since "Devil in Danny", but even in deep sleep I monitor them to avoid unnecessary embarrassment. That is what brought me awake this morning. The tightening of my balls had jolted me out of my sleep. FUCK THAT WAS GOOD!

Startled, I opened my eyes to a room lit only by the clock and the night light in the bathroom. My heart was pounding as was the vein in my throbbing shaft. The feelings from my dream had only become even more intense.

"What... oh... god!" I groaned. I glanced down to find a curly purple and brown head of hair gathered around my groin, while a very eager, and adept, mouth was working over my cock. Her head rose slowly as she slurped my pole. Rachelle finished the movement with a loud wet pop as my angry purple nob burst out of her mouth.

"Hey sleepy head!" she said. "I was wondering when you would join the party."

"I thought I was dreaming."

"I guessed that. You have some damn hot dreams. Do you remember what it was about? I barely got my lips wrapped around you, when I heard you say, 'The devil made me do it.' Next thing I know your balls are tightening up and precum is filling my mouth. I thought you were going to blow your load."

"I don't remember a thing."

"Really, because it seemed it was a very vivid dream. Are you sure..."

"I SAID NO! I don't remember a SINGLE THING, so just drop it!"

"Wow we need to remember to revisit that subject later when I am not so busy. Right now, I have a job to finish."

"Not to complain, but I thought I only got to choose one thing, and this was not what I chose."

"Silly boy," Rachelle said. "You didn't read the fine print. I said YOU could only choose one. I didn't say a damn thing about me. I knew you would make the right choice, so this is my reward."

"Looks like I am the one being rewarded."

"Baby, you need to keep up. I TOLD you I love to swallow load out of a hard cock. If I am right, this will be a big, juicy one. That's why this is MY reward."

"I think this is OUR reward." I replied.

"I can live with that", Rachelle said as she used the tip of her tongue to swipe up a bead of precum squeezed out of my piss hole.

Rachelle maintained eye contact as her long-pointy tongue wrapped around the shaft. She slipped her mouth over the head, opening her jaws wide to take in the mushroom cap top without scraping me with her teeth. Her eyelids squeezed shut over her soft brown eyes before she lowered her head to capture more of my cock in her mouth. She continued to take in more of the shaft until I felt the cap settle into the opening of her throat. I felt her inner cheeks collapse as she began milking my dick with her tongue.

Rachelle again locked her eyes on mine as she began to suck steadily. As her drool ran down the shaft she scooped it up with her fingers. I was fascinated by the glint of her purple nail polish as she twisted her hands around my pulsing meat.

Pausing with the head and a couple of inches of the shaft in her mouth, Rachelle began to press the tip against the opening of her throat. I felt muscles there relaxing as they widened to accept the spongy head. Rachelle raised and lowered her mouth, pushing a fraction more of my fuck rod down her throat with each movement. Every time I thought she had taken as much as she could, she would pause long enough to control her gag reflex, then go further.

"OH, FUCK... THIS IS AMAZING..." I moaned as I felt her pass the seven-inch mark on her journey to swallow the whole thing. I felt longer and thicker than I ever had in my life. She continued to slowly move up and down, timing her breaths to her movements, the mixture of my precum with her saliva keeping my pole slick. I had my hands tangled in her hair, fearful of pushing on her head and forcing in more than she could handle.

Rachelle now had all but the last half inch of my pecker down her throat and was desperately trying to get traction to take rest in. She was like the little engine that could, chug-chug-chugging on my cock... I THINK I CAN, I THINK I CAN, I THINK I CAN. To paraphrase Meatloaf, I could see paradise by the bathroom light!

Suddenly Rachelle reached up and grabbed my hands, balancing her mouth on my cock. She took both hands and pressed them hard against her head. I just knew she was trying to tell me something, but what?? What is it, Lassie? Fuck your face? Is that it?

I pushed down Rachelle's head and pushed up with my hips. That last half inch of my rod slid into her throat; her lips pressed against my pubic hair. I waited for her to begin to raise her head back up, but it didn't happen. I felt her massaging the length of my shaft. She was somehow swallowing with my cock imbedded in her throat. She kept it up for at least a full 30 seconds before pulling slowly off my throbbing muscle.

Gasping for air with strands of our shared fluids flowing down her face onto her breasts, she flashed me a happy grin. "That was great, but now I need that snack."

I thought she had been enthusiastic before, but this time she pulled out all the stops. Her tongue and hands seemed to be everywhere. One minute her hands were lightly cupping my balls, the next she was tickling them with her tongue. She would delicately tickle the frenulum, then suck just the tip, pressing her tongue against it.

Rachelle was no longer edging me. She was going all out to get what she wanted. With any other woman I would have surrendered long ago. That was because many women looked at blow jobs as a duty, something they were expected to perform. Or one of those quid pro quo "you did me, so I guess I need to do you" sort of things. Not Rachelle. She loved to suck cock; it was her passion. When you are passionate about something, you give it your all. You strive to be the best. Rachelle had succeeded in spectacular fashion, and I did not want it to end. I was going to be selfish, holding out much longer than she expected, basking in the glory of Rachelle.

"HOLY FUCK!!!! UGHHHHH... UGHHHHH... OHHHHHHHHHHH" I screamed a scant ten seconds later as I squirted thick shots of my seed into her mouth. I hadn't seen a load like that in a decade.

Rachelle proved she was the best of the best by not losing a drop, even though she looked like she had tried to stuff a whole can of tennis balls in her mouth. Moving up my cock after the last drop splashed onto her tongue, Rachelle's lips maintained a tight seal.

Her eyes were sultry and unfocused, as if she were gradually coming down from a narcotic high. Her throat flexed as she slowed. Opening her mouth, Rachelle used her tongue to display the remains. Reaching under her arms, I pulled her up to where my head had fallen back on the pillows. Her full lips looked moist, layered with my cum.

Placing a hand to the back of my head, Rachelle said, "I hope this doesn't gross you out," She leaned forward and placed a light open mouth kiss on my lips. The smell of sex was thick in the air. Her tongue hesitantly extended towards mine. My hand slid up from where it rested on her neck to pull the back of her head towards me, getting tangled in her curls. My tongue moved rapidly forward, letting her share my load with me.

A low aching moan rose from deep inside Rachelle's chest and she shivered in my arms. "Damn, I just came when you kissed me!"

We swapped my deposit back and forth several times before with an exaggerated gulp, Rachelle swallowed it all.

"That was so good. I love the taste of cum, especially when it is hot and direct from the source. That was such a big load, too. Too big to hold it all in my mouth at once." Rachelle panted.

"I have had a lot of blowjobs, girl, but I can say without a doubt, that was the best."

"Well, you just made my week. I hope you will give me more chances to improve. I think with a little practice I might be able to suck your balls out the tip." She chuckled. "As I said, I love giving blowies."

"It shows."

Rachelle stared at me. "I am glad you didn't get pissed when I went to kiss you. Not many guys are willing to share that with me. They think it makes them gay."

"I don't really see how it makes them gay. I don't know of any guy who would freak out if a woman licked her own juices off their fingers. To me, that is the same sort of thing, only thicker."

"I am in total agreement but try telling guys that. They think it makes them weak; I think it shows they are much stronger than most men and more open to their sexuality. I find that sexy. I will let you in on a secret. I know plenty of women who would cream themselves if they could swap cum or get their man to eat their cream pie. It is not something a lot have experienced." Rachelle said.

"Really? I haven't held a poll like you have, so I don't know. It is just not something guys talk about. They worry about being thought of as closet gay. I don't think you are gay really until you have probably sucked a couple of dicks, at least."

"Have you sucked a dick?"

"No, I haven't and really don't have an interest in it. As you and I both say, to each their own. I don't have a problem with what two or more consenting adults do sexually in the privacy of their own home, or hotel room, or beer cooler of a convenience store. Just don't force me to participate if I don't want to."

"Beer cooler of a convenience store? That is awful specific and something I want to come back to."

"Maybe another time."

"You have never even considered sucking a cock, even once? You have such a big juicy one, it seems you would have been tempted."

"To be truthful..."

"To be truthful..." Rachelle repeated.

"When a guy first begins exploring his penis, and its many uses, he sometimes finds himself, you know curious about different things. I will not deny that I may have had occasion when I was, shall I say much more limber, when I may have experimented, shall we say, with shall we say, self-pleasure using my mouth, maybe."

"NO SHIT! YOU SUCKED YOUR OWN DICK!"

"NO! And keep your voice down. You'll wake the kids."

"What happened."

"Well, when I was younger, I was not the manly specimen you see today. I was kind of skinny and nerdy."

"Oh, I love nerdy!"

"Thank you but being skinny and nerdy at that age did not equate with being a chick magnet. I had left home and was sleeping at a friend's place in their spare room. I worked nights, went to my college classes in the morning, then straight back to grab some sleep, working on homework either at the store or on my days off. That day I slept until early afternoon. I was horny and had the day off. I figured, I am here alone, maybe I will try something different. I had read a story in one of the men's magazines they sold back then.

The stories were supposedly from readers documenting their real-life sexual escapades. In one, the guy claimed he had an 8" cock and described how he would suck it until he came. I thought, huh, if he can do it so could I. I had enrolled in Karate classes at the college as my PE requirement and had been doing a lot of stretching. Anyway, that afternoon, I grabbed a box of tissues, shimmied out of my clothes and laid bare ass on the mattress with my head propped up by the headboard. I had been imagining how to do this since I had read the story. At that age if the wind blows it gets hard. To help I read a couple of letters from the latest issue and did some light stroking. Once preparations were complete, I raised my legs, grabbed my toes, hooked them behind the headboard, thereby rolling myself in a ball, to bring the prize within reach."

"OH MY GOSH! What happened? Did you do it? Did you cancel the launch? Don't you dare tell me Houston had a problem!"

"Oh, Houston did MOST DEFINITELY have a problem. Several as it turns out."

"Do tell!"

"There I was, my cock doing what it does best, rolled in a ball, the fat head only an inch from my lips. I was going to find out what a blowjob was all about. That is when things went south in an unexpected and spectacular way."

"Don't leave me in suspense!"

"Remember how I said I was at home alone on my day off? Turns out not all of that was true. See my friend lived with his good Christian family whose mother was kind enough to let me stay in the spare room while I went to college."

Rachelle snorted, trying to suppress her laugh. "I see what's coming!"

"Yes, its gonna happen. As I said, my mouth was an inch away from my cock head and my tongue was licking my lips seductively, you know, setting the mood. As I wiggled the tip towards my little head, I heard this loud gasp, and something hit the floor. Mrs. Carter had come to my room, thinking she was home alone and being such a sweet Christian lady, and was going to strip my sheets for the wash. Fortunately, what hit the floor was the laundry basket and not Mrs. Carter"

"What happened?"

"The longest minute of my life. I froze. She froze. Time froze. I think neither of us knew what to do. Honest to god's truth, I still had my tongue sticking out about to caress the tip of my hard dick. I swear, poor Mrs. Carter's face looked like she had seen a ghost. The next thing I know, I somehow shifted on the bed, and felt a muscle pull in my back. I screamed, which made her scream, and I rolled off the bed in agony, buck naked. I was lucky enough to land on my knees, or I would have ended up broke dick."

"Poor good Christian Mrs. Carter! What you put her through!"

"She handled it all much better than I did. I was in pain kneeling there on the floor and she helped me back onto the bed, asking what happened. I told her I had pulled a muscle in my back. Mrs. Carter went to the kitchen, grabbed an ice pack, Ibuprofen, and a glass of water and brought it to me. While she was out of the room, I was able to pull my underwear back on. By the time she got back I was covered, but my damn dick was still hard. My underwear looked like a circus tent, but she ignored it. At least I think she did. I kept my eyes closed the whole time, acting like the pain was worse than it was."

"What was the fallout? Did you ever make another stab at it." Rachelle asked.

"Nothing. Nothing happened at all. I was up and running around like normal after a couple of days and lived there until I got hired by the PD about six months later. The next day, we were home alone again at the same time. I figured I better man up and apologize for what happened. I said, "Mrs. Carter, I am so sorry you saw what you did yesterday." She turns to me and says, "Danny, I understand completely. Karate is a tough sport, and you must stay limber. I am just glad your over stretching didn't cause you any permanent damage." That was it. She chose to ignore a tongue trying to lap a hard dick and I thought it safer to go along rather than force issue. I did start going to church with them until I moved out. I still get invited to their house for Christmas and she has yet to mention it even once."

"And other attempts?"

"Nope. If that was not a sign, I don't know what is. I am not meant to be a cock sucker, not even my own."

Rachelle snuggled in close to me and sighed. "Hey, why didn't you wake me when you finished? I hope you didn't think I would have left you swollen and throbbing."

"I must admit, I was harder than Calculus, but I was also a little winded. I tend to throw myself into the things I love doing, and that is one of those things. Plus, we are trying to pace ourselves and I didn't feel comfortable doing more with you in the state you were in."

"What state would that be? Alabama?"

"No, that would make you my sister."

"By state then do you mean, 'the drooling slut whose body felt like all her bones had dissolved' state?" Rachelle said.

"Well, I wouldn't call you a slut, but sure, everything else seems apt."

"Always the gentleman. That is refreshing, but it could be frustrating once things go further in our adventures together."

"Why is that?" I asked.

"Truth be told, the next time I am in that condition I just MIGHT want you to throw my limp body over the arm of a couch and shove that big cock of yours up my ass."

I am sure my expression let her know that she had once again found a way to leave me speechless.

"Anyway, remember we need to be on the train early tomorrow for Duxford. I can't wait! I am crazy about the old warbirds, and I don't want to waste a minute."

"What do you want to do about all this?" I waved my hands around to indicate the dried fluids covering our bodies and the sheets.

"Ummm... I love it. If I wasn't so eager to taste your load, I would have had you make a deposit on my tits and face. I enjoy that nearly as much as swallowing. Maybe next time? For tonight I just want to lie across you and get some shuteye. It's already nearly 4 AM and we've got to get up in a couple of hours."

I was out before she finished talking.