MAU The Adventures Of Lisa And Jeri - Chapter 5 free porn video

MAU: The Adventures of Lisa and Jeri Chapter 5 Thursday morning just before Jeremy sat on the porcelain bowl in the little closet he pulled down the full panty briefs he was wearing. He inspected the thin pad in the crotch, noted the light spotting and ripped the pad from the crotch. He tossed the pad in the can then hung the silk panty briefs on the door handle while he sat and emptied his bladder. Jeremy thought that maybe today would be the last day of his 'forced' period. He wondered if he could get by with wearing one of his thongs and a thin liner. He remembered how he'd hated wearing thongs at first. After nearly a week with the briefs, he wanted the thong. It felt less restrictive, freer. The briefs held him tight. In the first couple of days with the cramps he'd had, the briefs had been a big help. But later they seemed to add to the tightness in his gut. True his flow had been heaviest then and the diarrhea and back cramps added to the misery. The briefs had seemed to help by adding support. They also had held the thick pads in place. Even so there had been a couple of times when he had leaked. The mess had been icky. He thought it strange that cleaning a barn didn't bother him. Cleaning Lisa's messes hadn't bothered him but cleaning up himself from his own period had been almost nauseous and revolting. There wasn't anyone to help him so he'd gritted his teeth and done it. Jeremy wiped and did not see blood. He was pleased. Maybe it was over, until next month. "Welcome to Womanhood," Lisa had said Sunday morning when she found him changing a pad. He wished he could go back to being his old self. Jeremy dressed in some sweats and began his exercises. After those were done he went to his tub and started a bath. He enjoyed a few minutes relaxing in the bath. He felt good. He felt excited. It was then that he was able to put into words what he was feeling. Jeremy thought, "Sheesh, I'm horny." Jeremy could tell he wasn't as stoked as he was last Friday but his body definitely felt a need. His loins felt empty and his breasts relished the caresses he gave them in the water. He knew he was going to have to do something about his feelings. He wasn't sure what but he did get out of his bath before he gave Lisa a show. During breakfast while eating his grape fruit Jeremy took his first birth control pill. "Am I going to turn into a nympho?" he wondered to himself. Friday morning Jeremy decided he was going out again that night. All day he talked and listened to the men talk about different places to go. He wasn't going back to the Iron Spike. He did not want to meet Mark again or anyone he knew. He decided he would 'Go Country'. As excited as Jeremy felt, the thought of making it with a guy still bothered him. It still seemed wrong yet Lisa's words came back to him, "In case you haven't noticed, look between your legs. You don't have the equipment to be my brother." No he wasn't a guy anymore but he didn't feel like he was a girl either. To Jeremy the problem was even bigger because sometimes when he thought about being with a girl that didn't really excite him either. Jeremy thought that he really needed to know if he was attracted to guys. He would go to a country bar and if he found someone attractive he would go home with them. If he could make love to someone sober then he would figure his sexual preferences had somehow been changed. After work Jeremy took a quick shower. He dried his hair and then put it up in a twist. He curled little tendrils at his temples with a curling iron. His eye makeup was simple but meticulously applied. There were still three shades involved just not so obviously. Jeremy put on the sheer emerald green corset and a matching thong. He really did like the way the thong felt better than the briefs. The string between his cheeks was not annoying anymore. He grabbed a nice pair of low-rise denim pants. Lisa had told him that paint would only be zero point six three millimeters thicker. Jeremy had replied, "So, it's the butterfly design I like." and secretly to himself the way they lined his legs and hips. For his top Jeremy chose a royal blue loose rayon knit round necked Tee. It came down to the tops of his hips just meeting his jeans. If he bent over there would be a gap at his back between the hem of his blouse and the waist of his jeans. The blouse would still cover the corset. Jeremy did not have a pair of women's cowboy boots but he figured the pair he had with the four inch heel would be good enough. Besides his jeans would fit easily enough inside them. They certainly wouldn't fit over them. He checked himself in the mirror one last time. He wished he could wear the new dangling earrings but it would be several weeks before his ears healed from the new studs. They would just have to do. Jeremy wondered why the machine hadn't included pierced ears with everything else. Probably because he hadn't thought of it, he sighed. Jeremy grabbed his leather chocolate brown duster and headed out the door. Tim met him at the gate holding the door to the cab open. "Where to tonight Jeri?" he asked. He smiled gently at her. Jeremy winced because he was almost certain that Tim knew what Jeremy was planning to do. "I must look like a whore! I must be a slut or queer or something!" Jeremy thought in confusion. "How about The Corral?" Jeremy said. He climbed into the back. They pulled away. Tim told Jeri that he would be by at midnight and at two a.m. 'when the bar closed in case she needed a ride home.' Jeremy only nodded, too embarrassed to say anything. A row of 4x4's and beat up sedans in the parking lot testified that it was a less ostentatious clientele that frequented The Corral. Nonetheless there were a number of Escalades, Eddie Bauer Excursions and a Hummer too. Inside Jeremy was relieved to see that the casual outside atmosphere continued inside as well. A bar to the left ran the full length of the longest side of the interior. Stools were lined up in front. At the back appeared to be a stage with a local band setting up. Immediately in front of the band was a modest sized dance floor. Between Jeremy and the dance floor were a number of tables and chairs. To the right and separated by a wood rail fence and up a step were four pool tables. These had stools and tall tables surrounding them. Once Jeremy saw how things were laid out he made his way to the bar. He was determined that he not repeat last week's experience. He ordered a light beer and sat on a stool to watch people. A few groups of people were talking and the group around the pool tables seemed to be pretty intent on the game and its players. Sometimes they were pretty loud. Barely sipping at the beer Jeremy listened as the band played several tunes. He didn't recognize any of the tunes. They could have been old country, current hits, or original songs. He realized that he was enjoying the music when he discovered he was tapping his feet to the beat. He was afraid to dance though because he didn't see any girls doing so alone and he did not know the toe-tapping heel scuffing steps these people were doing. "Nice band, huh?" a stranger next to Jeremy said. Jeremy turned and saw a man standing next to his elbow. The man was apparently getting a beer as the bar tender handed him one. The man was on the taller side of average. His hair was light brown and he had sky blue eyes. His face was smooth shaven and appeared a little softer than the craggy roughness Jeri saw in most of the bar's patrons. From there the man was in a red checked western shirt that seemed tight at his broad shoulders. His blue jeans fit snuggly across tight hips and flared to go over the man's polished boot tops. A large gold and silver belt buckle displayed a bull rider. "They seem to be," Jeremy said realizing the man was waiting for a reply. "Sometimes, I don't like the new stuff but this is pretty good. Fast enough to keep you moving but not so loud as to intrude on your thoughts," he said. Jeremy didn't know what to say so he just nodded. "Have you been here before?" the man asked. Jeremy said, "No, it's my first time." "Just had a birthday, so your first time to a bar. I mean you're legal right?" the man asked inquiringly. Jeremy blushed and giggled. Then the man stammered, "Oh... I... Oh... I didn't mean. I don't want... Let's start over. Hi! I'm Dan. What's a pretty girl like you hanging out in a redneck joint like this?" he held out his hand. Jeremy said, "Yeah I'm legal. I'm Jeri and new in town." Jeremy shook Dan's hand. It bothered Jeremy that Dan shook his hand as if Jeri was a girl. Jeremy reminded himself that he was a girl. "Nice to meet you Jeri. How'd you end up here?" Dan asked. Unconsciously flashing a grin Jeri said, "Some guys at the plant I'm working at said this is the best place to come for music and dancing. They also said the people were nice too," instead of telling him about an alien box. "Yeah, this is one of the best places to come. My wife and I came here all the time before..." Dan suddenly trailed off. A look of sadness and embarrassment crossed his features. He took a long gulp on his bottle. "Your wife?" Jeremy asked. He didn't want to get involved with a married man. "Sorry, we're not married anymore. She found a real horse fella and got involved with him. It still bothers me and sometimes I forget she's not the gal I married. Of course it changed me too," Dan said, "Sorry, I don't want to go crying in my beer. I'm here to have fun." "I was told this was a good place for some fun," Jeremy said, trying to lift the mood a little. "It is. Hey, do you like pool?" Dan asked. "I don't know how to play," Jeremy replied truthfully. "Come on I'll show you," Dan said exuberantly as he grabbed Jeremy's free hand to lead him up to an empty table. Jeremy placed his nearly full bottle on a table adjacent to the pool table they were using. Dan handed him a cue and started racking the balls. He broke and then watched as Jeremy lined up a shot. Jeremy had both hands wrapped around the cue as if holding a hose and was preparing to bang the orange solid ball. "Whoa, wait! What are you doing?" Dan asked. "Getting ready to hit the ball," Jeremy said. "But you don't do it like that," Dan said. "Well how do you?" Jeremy replied. "You've never played before? Never held a cue stick?" Dan asked. Jeremy shook his head 'No' very somberly. He looked like someone that had done something wrong. "What's this country coming to? Girls that look like horses. Metal boxes..." Dan muttered to himself, "Girl's that can't play pool." He began to instruct Jeremy, "You hold the cue loosely with your back hand. Form a bridge with your other hand. Let the cue glide through your hand to strike the cue ball," Dan instructed. Jeremy tried to do what Dan said. "Here let me help you," Dan said. Suddenly he was behind Jeremy. One arm was stretched out to hold Jeremy's left hand to guide the cue while the other reached over to hold his right hand. Jeremy felt overwhelmed as he was completely overshadowed by Dan. Male cologne and something else assailed his nose. Firm muscled warmth pressed through Jeri's jeans against his soft feminine curves. A broad chest brushed against his back. At first Jeremy wanted to struggle against this envelopment, but that feeling disappeared before it really formed. Instead he felt somehow safe. He felt warm and protected. It was like being wrapped in a big fluffy towel fresh from the dryer. Jeremy felt that warmth flow straight to his groin. Jeremy tried to concentrate on what Dan was telling him about holding the cue as he shaped Jeremy's fingers the way he wanted them around the cue stick. Dan's touch seemed to burn through his skin and up his arms. It was hard to focus on what Dan said about follow through on the stick when Dan's soft stubble tugged at his loose red hair strands. Dan guided Jeremy's hand through a gentle tap on the ball with the cue stick. Jeremy was wondering what it would feel like to have something else slide through his hands. The thought scared him. Dan decided that this round should be devoted to just practicing on how to shoot the ball. Each time it was Jeri's turn to strike the ball he would go over and show her how to hold the stick and line up a shot. His groin was doing funny things to him as he pressed up against her round ass. He wasn't sure he could last the evening with her. As Jeremy felt Dan press into him he wanted to press back. He found himself watching how Dan's butt curved in a tight little bump. He knew he could hold one cheek easily in each hand. He found himself brushing his top nipples across Dan's arm or back almost unconsciously. His nipples grew painfully hard and his panties embarrassingly moist. His top nipples were obvious points in the fabric of his top. He was almost embarrassed. And yet he realized he was brazenly displaying how turned on he was to Dan. Dan backed off from Jeri as he saw she was getting more proficient at holding the cue and lining up her shots. By the time the last ball was in the pocket, Jeri had gotten nearly as good as Dan at sinking the balls. The last two shots had involved bouncing the ball off the rails at an angle. The shots had been perfect. Dan racked the balls and demonstrated how to break. He did this only once holding onto Jeri. He was afraid that if he held her any more he would embarrass himself. Her wiggling against his crotch with her ass was about to set him off. Watching her shoot almost wasn't that much better as he watched the cute valentine of her ass wiggle seductively, teasing him to fondle and play with her soft curves. He had Jeri break several times by herself and he set his face to stone trying to force down the desire he felt. When the last three shots in a row on the break had sunk at least one ball, Dan decided it was time to teach Jeri the rules of eight ball and the finer points of the game. He figured it would give him something else to think about. Dan was beginning to wonder if Jeri was some sort of shark. He frowned as Jeri sunk the last shot winning the second of three rounds. He could not believe that someone as new to the game as Jeri claimed to be could now shoot as good as he and perhaps better. He was so lost in thought watching Jeri's last shot that he didn't see the group that came up behind Jeri Jeremy looked up with a pleased smile to see Dan's face. He was taken aback by the frown and became very disappointed. Jeremy thought that he had done very good winning the last two games and never having played before. He thought Dan was a very patient and clear instructor. He couldn't understand why Dan wouldn't be pleased. He was about to say something when a taunting voice spoke up behind him, "Dan, my man! Isn't it time you were in bed. I thought you'd given up hanging out with the men since your wife ran away with some stud?" the thin fox like looking man said. Jeremy instantly disliked the man. He moved over to stand beside Dan sensing trouble and yet moving where he felt most safe. "That's the problem," Dan said, without even thinking about the response or it's consequences. He thoroughly loathed Clifton Waterton, his wife's second cousin. She did too but that didn't matter. Clifton looked for any excuse to badmouth anyone. Only his cronies or his boss seemed to be exempt but no one was sure on either count. "Your brain is too small to think. I haven't given up hanging out with men or women. I just do my best to avoid vermin," Dan finished. "Well Dan if you like hanging out with the men, why don't you put that stick to use or are you to soft and wilted to stand up to the task," Clifton said, "I mean pool is for someone that can get it up not someone that wants to just lie back all the time." Dan's anger hit ignition immediately. He knew Clifton was just shooting off but his comment hit too close to home. The depression and anger that Dan felt threatened to overwhelm him at anytime. He was not going to let some snot ruin his evening with his smart mouth. "Alright prick! You want to get into it. Put your stick where your mouth is. Best of three stays. Winner stays, loser walks." "That's no prize!" the man looked hungrily at Jeremy. His three brutish looking friends also licked their chops. The two girls with bottle blonde hair and too thick makeup looked bored. "I know," Clifton said as if coming up with a new idea, "Winner takes all. The guy's walk, the girls stay. My two to your one." Dan looked at Jeri. He realized he'd somehow involved her in his problems too. She looked confident but he couldn't risk her well-being for his own pride. "Sorry, I can't match your offer. I just met her. She's not with me." Dan said. Jeremy spoke up, his light soprano cut through, "Just a minute," he said, "Dan let's talk." The two of them went to a corner. "They're creeps aren't they?" Jeremy said softly so his voice wouldn't carry. "Yeah, my wife's cousin, he's a real jerk. Works at a grain mill but no one's actually seen 'im do anything. A few say it's only a matter of time before he breaks the law," Dan replied. "Can we take them?" Jeremy asked. Dan frowned at Jeri. "This is a match between Clifton and me. There isn't a we. This is my fight not yours." "If my butt's on the line, and you know that creep's after me, I'm going to have a part in it. I'm not going to let someone else lose my ass to some creep without doing something to stay out of the frying pan," Jeremy said tossing his hair. Sparks flew from his eyes. "So can WE take them?" Dan considered Jeri's question. She had a point and he couldn't gainsay her, not the way he was now. Straight up Dan had just a bit of edge on Clifton. The only other player in the group was Sharon. She was probably as good as Clifton if she kept with the game. The rest knew how to hold a stick but that was as good as they got. They wouldn't play in a team match. He just didn't know if Jeri's skill could hold up in play. There were still things like English and how to set up for after a scratch that she didn't know. On the other hand she hadn't peaked so maybe they could do it. Dan said, "If it wasn't for the cheating I'd say yes. But Clifton only plays when he can cheat. He can't play any other way. He's good at it too. Sometimes you catch him and sometimes you don't. Sometimes he has someone else do it for him." "Well we'll just have to keep both eyes open while one of us is shooting," Jeremy said. "You can count on some of the crowd to help too. I recognize a few friends there," Dan said. "So are we going to send this cur packing?" Jeri asked. "I can't believe I'm doing this!" Dan said. The two walked back over to the table. "Alright Clifton you're on if it's team play," Dan announced, "The two of us against you and whoever else." Clifton scowled. He didn't like team play. It restricted his options too much and he didn't know how well the girl played. He realized if he backed out though he'd just have to leave. He nodded his agreement. He chose Sharon to play. He thought the halter-top that fully displayed her cleavage and the red thong visible beneath her white pants would also distract Dan. One of the bystanders that Dan knew tossed the coin. Dan won and Clifton thought about protesting but decided it didn't matter. Maybe for a professional the break was critical but not a bar group like this. After Dan's second ball Clifton started to worry then Dan missed. Clifton made three balls drop. The sassy redhead upset Clifton again when she dropped two balls. Sharon only made one. Clifton had to do something. He was watching the sassy redhead's ass when an evil plan began to bubble up in his brain. The more it grew the more he smiled. Jeremy was only half listening to Dan's friend Henry. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Clifton whispered to his teammate. The woman kept shaking her head and stomping her foot. Clifton grabbed the woman's wrist, squeezing hard and snarled at her. The woman wilted and nodded her head in agreement. Whatever Clifton wanted the woman hadn't liked but agreed to anyway. Dan breathed a sigh of relief as the eight ball tipped ever so leisurely into the side pocket he'd called. He and Jeri had won the first round by a stroke. Clifton had tried the simple cheats such as bumping a ball or distracting a shooter. Now Dan knew he'd try the nastier stuff. Dan needed to come up with some way to throw Clifton off. "Hey Clifton we're one up but I know a way to make it easier for you if you're interested," Dan called. Clifton scowled across at Dan and said, "What did you have in mind?" "Each time you or I fail to sink one of our own balls we have to drink a double shot of Mr. Jack Daniel's finest - straight up," Dan said. He hoped Clifton would go for it. Clifton grinned evilly at the suggestion. Everyone 'knew' that he could hold his liquor. If this panty waste wanted to throw the game in his favor he wouldn't complain. In fact perhaps he could make it even better. "Well Dan, I don't know. You might be holding out on me. I've already had a couple of beers. But in the interest of being fair, say it's every time anyone on your team misses. Then if you or your girl misses its bottoms up for you. If I or Sharon miss then I'll drink my double shot," Clifton grinned like a wild bobcat. Dan licked his dry lips. He could outlast Clifton he knew. But when he had to take a drink each time he or Jeri missed he knew by the end of the next round that he'd be pretty drunk, so would Clifton. It would all depend on Jeri. Also Clifton got mean when he got drunk. This could all still end in a big mean fight. Dan looked over at Jeri. She looked a little scared. Then she saw his eyes and with a ghost of a smile gave him a nod. Dan felt warm all over. A shiver ran down his spine it was like working with his wife before... He said, "Okay Clifton a double, every time someone fails to drop a ball. Your break." Clifton grinned even wider. He'd have the fool's ass for sure. And he was going to fuck the smart assed redhead whether she was willing or not. Maybe he'd just have to add her to his stable. Maria was getting long in the tooth with her whining. Then Clifton frowned. He rarely dropped a ball on the break. Jeremy lined up his shot. He saw Sharon moving around over towards him. She might pass behind him, she might not. Moments before Jeremy had seen Clifton motion to her. She'd started to balk and then Clifton had clenched his fist. Sharon had started to move. Jeremy watched Sharon move behind him in the reflection of the polished steel wainscoting on the wall in front of him. Jeremy acted as if he was pulling back for a shot. Sharon swung her hand back as if getting ready to swat him on the butt. Jeremy stood up and turned around so fast Sharon didn't have time to stop her hand as it swung straight into Jeremy's crotch... Jeremy put the hand holding his stick behind her back. His free hand reached up and softly but firmly stroked Sharon's breast. He kissed her fully and slipped his tongue into the girl's mouth. His legs held her hand in his crotch. When Jeremy broke the kiss he said, "God, Sharon, I'm so glad you did that. The way you were bouncing and wiggling was making me so hot. I couldn't believe it. I would've never known girls could make me feel that way if it wasn't for you." Sharon was too startled to say anything. She backed away from the redhead as if she'd been burned. She licked her lips and wiped her palm that had been trapped in the girl's crotch on her pants. She stared at the woman and moved to the opposite end of the table mumbling something. As Sharon briefly struggled it only made it appear to the onlookers that the two women were enjoying a spontaneous make out session. The gathered men and a few women made catcalls and whistles at the two women. Clifton thought that Sharon was doing exactly what he wanted. He couldn't believe how hard it was making him. He definitely wanted to explore this more. He could imagine the two women in a sixty-nine while he humped the hot redhead. Dan watched the by-play wondering if the girl was half serious. His libido, which had waxed as he focused on the game, flared anew sending a flood to his crotch. He considered whether he could actually take her home with him. Jeremy coolly dropped his shot and winked at Sharon. The woman flushed and gasped. Jeremy turned away to hide his smirk from Sharon and Clifton. Dan smiled and chuckled to himself as he watched Jeri line up the eight ball for the end of round three. Clifton and Sharon still had three balls on the table. Sharon had become more and more flustered as Jeri had flirted with her. To be honest she'd flirted with him and Clifton too, but Sharon had become increasingly incensed by the light pat on the ass or the brush of Jeri's breasts against her as she passed by. Even Jeri simply licking her lips had caused Sharon to miss an easy shot. Clifton had been forced to drink more and more double shots. It had progressed to the point where for every drink Dan had tossed back, Clifton had downed three or four. Dan could tell he was intoxicated. He was able to stand without wobbling but his shooting was not too steady. Clifton on the other hand wobbled to the table each time he took his turn and his shots were anything but straight. Clifton's scowls now had become very pronounced. He also yelled and cursed at each missed shot. He'd even thumped the table very hard a couple of times but he seemed to be too inebriated to take any more offensive action. The last shot dropped into the corner pocket for Jeri. The crowd erupted in cheers for Dan and Jeri. There was a lot of backslapping and congratulations as well as hugs. Henry even picked Jeri up and swung her around. There were jeers for Clifton, Sharon and the rest of his troupe. Those that knew the stakes of the game started to chant, "Walk! Walk! Walk!" On the other side of the table from Dan and Jeri, Clifton erupted in a roar, "You sorry assed whore!" People scattered from around him some even fell to the ground tripping backwards as they tried to move away. Sharon had fallen to the ground as the pool cue whistled over her head. "I'll teach you, bitch, to screw me over!" Clifton yelled. He brought the cue stick down across Sharon's head. Striking her hard against the side of her jaw. Jeremy leaped forward onto the pool table doing a forward handspring. His momentum helped him leap onto Clifton's shoulders. He had Clifton's head in a scissor lock. Clifton staggered under the sudden weight. He brought the pool cue back to swing again not yet registering the fact that someone was on his shoulders. Jeremy wrenched the cue from Clifton's hand and vaulted from the man's back in a neat back flip that sent Clifton crashing into the wall. When he turned around, Jeremy said, "My mother always taught me that boys shouldn't hit girls. It seems like you didn't learn that lesson. So I suggest you learn real quick and leave here before you get in real trouble." Jeremy's knees were trembling but no one could tell from the way the little red head stood with her knees apart in a balanced position. The cue stick was held as if it was a quarterstaff. Clifton roared, "You cunt! I'll teach you who's in charge. When I'm done with you you'll pray that all I do is use your ass for fucking." Clifton rushed at Jeremy in a great roar. Jeremy neatly danced aside and used the stick to trip Clifton. His nose smashed into the top edge of the pool table. Blood gushed from the broken nose. He staggered back and turned to rush at Jeremy again. His drunken state anesthetized him against the pain of the injury. Jeremy dodged under Clifton's wild swings delivering a blow to his groin, solar plexus, chin and two raps to either temple. Clifton's eyes rolled up in his head and he collapsed. Jeremy saw blood pouring from Clifton's nose, which was bent at an odd angle. The blood ran down his throat and pooled below his head. It was grisly. Jeremy's hands began to shake. His knees collapsed and he began to cry. "Oh My! He wouldn't... Is he?" Hands grabbed him and lifted him up. "Shhsh. It's okay Jeri. You're fine. Clifton had it coming. It's not the first time. You'll be fine." Dan said to the sobbing girl as he held her. "Go with Henry and get out of here," Dan said thrusting her into Henry's arms. Henry guided Jeri around the stunned crowd looking at the fallen Clifton just as the bouncers arrived. "What's going on?" one of the bouncers asked. "That man, Clifton, attacked that girl with a pool cue," Dan said pointing at Clifton and Sharon, "when someone tried to stop him, he attacked some girl." Clifton groaned and stirred on the floor. "The sheriff is coming so no one's leaving 'til this gets straightened out," one of the bouncers said. Henry and Jeri made it outside before the doors were locked and no one could go in or out of the club. Jeremy tried to control his sobs. The cold fall night air was helping to clear his head. Henry's tall wide presence was comforting. He helped Jeremy put on his duster. "We need to go before the Sheriff arrives. Everyone in there will cover for you but someone still might say something. The Sheriff has a tendency to lock everyone up and let the DA sort it out on Monday. I can take you home if you like," Henry told her. "Home's fine," Jeremy replied sniffling only a little. They climbed into Henry's Ford 350 and headed to the driveway. As they were pulling out several police cars and an ambulance came roaring up the four-lane highway. Henry continued smoothly down the road not saying anything until the police cars were past and they were onto the freeway towards downtown. "So which way's home?" Henry asked. Jeremy thought a moment. He really didn't want to go home. Not like this. He wanted to calm down and pull himself together, besides the night was young. It was before midnight. "Could we go somewhere else first?" Jeremy asked, "I don't feel like being alone right now." "Uh, is my place okay? I'm not really sure where to go. Unless you want a Denny's or some other all night diner?" Henry replied nervously. He just wasn't used to rescuing beautiful young girls. "Your place is fine," Jeremy replied trying to smile through the sobs that kept threatening to come back. "It's not much mind you. Just a trailer on a few acres," Henry said, "but, I got a stocked larder and the sofa will form a bed if needed too." Then he blushed, "I didn't mean... I'm sorry." he stammered. "It's okay," Jeremy smiled, reached over and patted Henry's arm. Then Jeremy unbuckled his own seat belt, slid over on the bench seat and refastened himself using the center belt. Henry reached an arm around him and Jeremy rested his head on Henry's shoulder. "Are you seeing Dan?" Henry asked after a minute. "Huh?" Jeremy shook his head no, "We just met tonight. He was showing me how to play pool when that creep showed up." "Oh, well you both certainly took care of him. I don't think he'll be doing much of anything for a while," Henry said. "He'll be too embarrassed at being beat by Dan and a girl plus the whipping you gave him. I haven't seen anyone get so thoroughly trounced in a long time and he never even touched you." Jeremy shuddered, "Don't remind me. I know someone is going to think I'm deliberately starting fights with guys like him. It's just I couldn't let him hit that poor girl again. Do you think she'll be okay?" Henry shrugged, "If she's smart and stays away from Clifton, she'll be fine." They rode in silence to the outskirts of town. Henry followed a two lane road to a small group of trees and turned onto a dirt road that they followed for a few miles. Then he turned and crossed a cattle guard and drove up a gravel drive to a simple mobile home. The headlights of the truck flashed across a large propane tank on the left end that provided gas to the trailer. A small shed had a lawnmower parked in front of it on the right end. Henry stopped the truck directly in front of the door in the middle of the trailer. A single set of wooden steps led from the ground to the door level. "It isn't much but it's home," Henry said. Jeremy looked at it nervously. The trailer was obviously not new and had been in place a few years. There were almost no trees around. The yard was almost kept up. Finally he asked, "Aren't you afraid of living in a trailer in Kansas with no storm cellar? Aren't you afraid of a Tornado?" Henry looked at Jeremy a minute, "Well a storm cellar would be helpful I suppose. But if a storm's coming I'd know about it ahead of time and head over to someplace safer. If a Tornado does come I'd outrun it in my truck anyway. Besides I couldn't put my truck in the cellar. My truck has all my tools and stuff for work. If I lost my truck I couldn't work. If I lost the trailer I can find someplace else to sleep 'til I could get another," Henry said. Henry flipped on a light as they stepped through the doorway. Jeremy found himself standing halfway between a kitchen dining area and an open living room. Once they were inside, Jeremy could see a hallway that led towards what he had thought was the front of the trailer. Henry offered to take his coat. Jeremy shrugged it off. The trailer was cool but not cold. Henry adjusted a thermostat and asked, "Do you want something to drink? Coffee, tea, beer, a soda?" "Tea would be fine," Jeremy replied. "Go ahead and make yourself at home while I get this ready," Henry said. Jeremy sat down at the dining table while Henry pulled two mugs down from a cabinet near the sink. He pulled two tea bags from another cabinet and put them in the mugs with some water. He put them into the microwave and set it for a minute. Jeremy had just finished getting an opinion of the place when Henry set down the two mugs on the table in front of them. "I don't get many visitors," Henry said, "the place needs picking up. I do most of my cleanup on Saturday and Sunday." He sat down at the dining chair next to Jeremy. "The place is nice and cozy. Plus I can tell you're not a slob," Jeremy replied. "A welder can't afford to be. You've got to keep your tools clean and in order so you can use them when you need them," Henry said. "If you lose them, take to much time, or do sloppy work pretty soon you don't have work." Jeremy and Henry talked for a while. They talked about what they liked and didn't like. They talked about what they did for work and how they got where they were. Jeremy avoided talking a lot about himself but it started him thinking about his future and what he wanted to do. Jeremy yawned and realized he was getting tired he also needed to pee. "Could I use your bathroom?" he asked. "Sure, just a minute," Henry sprang up and went down the little hallway. Jeremy could tell that Henry was busy doing something in there. After a minute Henry came back. "All set," he said. Jeremy went into the bathroom. Everything was neat and tidy. The toilet seat and lid were down. A fresh hand towel hung from the rack. There was a full roll of paper on the dispenser spindle. He wasn't sure what all the rustling had been about when Henry had been in the room earlier. When Jeremy came back out to the kitchen table Henry stood up. "What I don't understand is how my brother always gets all the prettiest women?" he said. "What? Your brother?" Jeremy stopped at the kitchen and asked in confusion. "Dan's ex-wife was the prettiest girl in the county. She had the county fair ribbon to prove it too. Then the first time since she left he says more than 'Hi' to a girl he finds one just as pretty. Some guys have all the luck." Jeremy blushed then walked over to Henry and pushed him gently back down into his chair. Jeremy sat on Henry's lap sideways, his legs hanging over the side, his feet dangling. He turned to face Henry. He put his arms around the back of Henry's neck. "Dan isn't here. I'm not with Dan or ever have been. He left you to take care of me or rescue me. I haven't thanked you properly for saving me." Jeremy bent his head down and kissed Henry full on the lips. He parted his lips when Henry's tongue pushed through and began to wrestle with it. Emotions flooded through Jeremy. At the peak was the pleasure he felt when Henry had called him a pretty woman. Sitting on Henry's lap was different too. He felt the padding of his butt and thighs soften the feel of Henry's thighs beneath him. Henry's arms around him felt safe and then... Henry brushed a thumb against his lower nipple. Jeremy broke the kiss simply to suck in air because the sensation was too much. "I didn't do anything," Henry protested, "but thanks err or you're welcome." Henry's thumb unconsciously continued to worry the little nubbin it had found. Jeremy felt little shocks lance straight to his groin. "You got me away from there and saved me answering all kinds of horrible questions. That merits thanking." Jeremy answered trying to calm his breathing. Jeremy bent down and nuzzled Henry's jaw line. The scent was intoxicating. It was man. There was sweat, soap, the tang of ozone, and the sweet smell of new tanned leather. Jeremy breathed it in as if it was oxygen. "What's happening to me?" he thought, "I'm getting off simply by how someone smells?" He came up for air. "It's okay. I'd do it for anyone. I've done it before," Henry replied trying to concentrate on being good. Jeremy realized that Henry's hand had slipped unconsciously under the hem of his shirt. It was rubbing his right ribs and his thumb had turned the two lower nipples on that side into hard points. His groin was getting moist and felt empty. What's more Jeremy realized is that he was pushing his breasts into the thumb. "Thank you for letting me use your restroom," Jeremy said and nuzzled the other side of Henry's head. "What were you doing in there anyway?" "Cleaning up, put the lid down, fresh hand towel, put the Hustler magazine away," Henry groaned as he realized what he'd just said. This girl was driving him to distraction. He tried to cover by saying, "My mother did teach me how to make a girl feel nice and welcome." "Well I need to thank you for making the bathroom nice for me," Jeremy said. He got up and shifted so that he was straddling Henry's legs facing him. He kissed Henry on the lips again. This time he was pressing his breasts against Henry's chest. At least Henry's thumb wasn't jolting Jeremy by flicking his nipples. Henry was really enjoying the feel of the woman on his lap. It had been a while since he was last with a woman. His hands rubbed across her back. That was smooth as if she had no bra on. He could feel something on the back that felt like hooks. His hands slipped under the shirt feeling up the sides and back as he kissed the girl. "You like to look at pictures of naked women?" Jeremy asked. He leaned back from Henry, his arms outstretched and hands resting on Henry's shoulders. Henry blushed, "Well, uh, yeah. Doesn't every guy?" "I suppose, unless they're different," Jeremy replied. His crotch slid against Henry's. Jeremy felt Henry's erection press against his slit. He ground himself against Henry enjoying the pleasant sensations. "I'd like to show you something but you have to promise to be nice if I do." "Sure no problem," Henry said. A vague frown crossed his face as he wondered what Jeri meant about something different. His hands dropped to Jeri's thin waist. His thumbs idly twirled designs on the girl's abdomen playing with bumps in the fabric beneath her blouse. Jeremy reached down and lifted his shirt by the hem up and over his head. The top landed on the opposite side of the table near the sofa. Henry's mouth dropped open. Staring straight at him through sheer emerald green satin were three pairs of nipples and their accompanying breasts. The largest were on top; the smallest were on bottom. Henry realized the fabric wrinkles he had been worrying with his thumbs around the girl's waist were actually her nipples. He stopped, dropping his hands to the sides of the chair. "Tits!" Henry gasped out. "Yeah more than most girl's no matter how you look at them," Jeremy replied. "If it weirds you out I can go, no problem." He steeled himself expecting the worst. Henry could see the girl was trying to steel herself so that if he rejected her it wouldn't hurt too badly. "Are you kidding? I love breasts. I'm usually more into a nice shaped ass than tits but I love to feel them up too. In fact I'm generally trying to determine whether I should suck or feel them. With you I can do both." So saying he pulled Jeremy forward and teased his teeth across the turgid nipples plainly visible through the sheer fabric. His thumbs returned to Jeremy's waist teasing the nipples there also. Jeremy arched his back as the onslaught slammed him with jolts of pleasure that had him squirming in Henry's lap. His tits pressed harder into the thumbs and mouth that worried them. What's more his squirming caused him to grind his crotch into Henry's cock. A mountain of pleasure began building. Henry's manipulation of Jeremy's waist and back rewarded him by undoing the hooks on the corset. The garment slipped from between them and onto the floor. Jeremy leaned back, grabbed the two edges of Henry's western styled shirt and pulled. The snaps popped like a string of firecrackers as he pulled the shirt open. Jeremy reached down and pulled the undershirt up to Henry's chest attempting to remove the clothing. Henry leaned forward to facilitate the process. Jeremy hesitated a moment with his hand fisted in the shirt at Henry's chin. His eyes looked straight at Henry's belly button. His innie was surrounded by a sparse coarse covering of dark chocolate brown hair. Above the navel it spread only a few inches. Below it became a thin vertical line that disappeared behind Henry's jean's waistband. Jeremy knew what that line led to. A few weeks ago he'd had one himself. He almost stopped where he was now. Henry shifted a moment to help the shirts over his head. The bulge in his jeans pressed firmly against Jeremy's crotch pushing the seam of Jeremy's jeans against his wet slit. The jolt of pleasure was enough to push Jeremy past the point of no return. He pulled the thin undershirt off of Henry and added it to the clothes scattered on the floor. Jeremy leaned against Henry's chest and kissed him once again on the lips. The feeling of his nipples brushing against the light hair on Henry's chest sent tendrils of pleasure through his body. Even the scrape of stubble from Henry's beard seemed to add to the sensations of pleasure that Jeremy felt. The penultimate sensation though was the itch in Jeremy's crotch that seemed to only be satisfied as he rubbed his groin over the bulge in Henry's jeans. Henry suckled on Jeremy's upper four nipples while he alternated with pinching and flicking the lower two. Jeremy was building towards an orgasm. He knew he was but at the same time his crotch felt empty. His vagina wanted something inside. He needed his pussy filled. He stood up breaking free of Henry's grasp. It seemed to him that his whole body cried out at the loss of the pleasant feelings. Jeremy unfastened the single button at his waistband and ripped the zipper open. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and with only a couple of wiggles managed to shuck his jeans and thong all the way to the floor. He stepped back towards Henry. In the emotional heat that Jeremy felt, one clear thought flashed across his mind, "I'm really going to do this. I'm going to screw a guy." With that thought came another, "You've got the equipment for it. Why not?" Henry seeing what Jeremy was up to quickly undid his jeans and lifted his rear off the chair seat. He slid the jeans quickly down to his ankles and kicked them loose from his feet. They flew over by the wall. As he sat back upright his cock stood up proudly from the nest of hair surrounding it. He looked hungrily towards Jeremy reaching out with his hands towards the soft feminine hips displayed before him. He saw the naked lips nestled between the slim dancer's legs. He licked his lips hungrily. Jeremy hesitated a moment before stepping forward. The naked passion displayed on Henry's face made him fearful. Was he really ready to do this? Henry's hands grasped the soft rounded globes of the butt of the woman in front of him. He pulled her gently towards him and sank to his knees. He stretched his tongue out and forced Jeri's legs slightly apart so that he could sink his tongue between her folds. Henry was only able to reach the top of her naked slit. But the woman groaned and her knees slightly buckled. After a few quick strokes he was practically holding Jeri up. He decided he'd better get back up in his chair. Jeremy nearly collapsed at the first stroke of Henry's tongue. He gasped, as little jolts of electricity seemed to emanate from his clit. He had no doubts that that was what Henry was hitting with his tongue and felt so on fire. He nearly fell with the last stroke of Henry's tongue. As Henry slid into his chair, Jeremy eased himself forward onto Henry's lap. He stopped, sitting on Henry's knees and looked down at the erect manhood before him. He tentatively reached forward and gripped it at the base. It was more than another of his hands taller. His fingers could not reach completely around it. "This is going to fit inside of me? No way," Jeremy thought but he also knew that it could. He wanted to try. He was a girl wasn't he? Jeremy stroked the turgid shaft a few times. Getting the feel of something that was hard and soft at the same time. He remembered what had felt good to him when he played with himself. He thumbed the soft underside and pressed firmly into the base of the cock with his hand. Henry groaned and a drop of moisture appeared at the top of the one- eyed soldier's helmet. Jeremy was afraid Henry was going to cum and stopped, pointing the shaft away from himself. If Henry did shoot Jeremy did not want it to go all over himself. When it appeared that Henry was not going to cum immediately, Jeremy released his death grip on the dangerous shaft and slid forward. He kissed Henry once again reveling in the intoxicating scent of the man. The feel of the sandpapery skin against his soft jaw line and the press of hard muscles from shoulder to cock pressing against his multiple breasts. The turgid cock was now trapped between them. Jeremy's folds held it pinned to Henry's abdomen. Jeremy slid his folds up and down the warm shaft. Jeremy's breath caught as it nearly plunged into his depths. It acted as if it was hot oil making his depths feel like liquid heat. His breathing was erratic as he savored the pleasures of his sex gliding across the warm male torpedo. Jeremy wanted that inside him now. He slid forward past the end of the blunt rod. He rose slightly on trembling legs and reached behind himself to grab the warm shaft. He guided it towards his pussy. He wedged the head against his opening and then dropped slowly down off his toes onto his feet. The invading member spread him. It stretched him, opening him up wider. The head slipped past his inner lips with a pop he could only feel. Jeremy realized it was firmly lodged inside. He still felt empty but realized that burrowing the rod deeper inside him was what he wanted. He lowered himself further onto the shaft gently guiding it deeper into his recesses. Jeremy felt his pubic bone grind into Henry's. He looked down to see that the two of them were firmly seated against each other. His naked folds stretched over a fullness that ended in the bush nestled against him. He felt a fullness that seemed to satisfy him and yet only increased his desire. He wiggled and squeezed with his loins. The desire increased. He rose up and slid back down. Henry groaned beneath him. Jeremy looked at him astonished at the look of pleasure and pain that seemed to be etched on Henry's face. It amazed him to think that he could be the source of that much pleasure to someone even as he was experiencing the same thing himself. Henry's hands gripped Jeremy's waist and butt. They raised, lowered, and wiggled him all around on the man's shaft. Each time Jeremy bottomed out he ground his groin into the man. This massaged the aching button that hungered for attention. Jeremy felt himself building and then felt Henry impale him deeply. A soft jab and flooding warmth told him that Henry was cumming. He ground himself harder into Henry and fell over the edge. Tremors shook through his body as he experienced orgasmic release. A wave of bliss overwhelmed him. He collapsed onto Henry trembling and gasping for breath. After a minute Jeremy came to himself. He felt Henry's hands caressing his back his sides, even his butt, everywhere they could reach. The gentle stroking of his hair combined with the caresses to create a glow in him that he'd never experienced before. The gentle whisper of Henry's breath in his ear brought a warmth and completeness he had never felt. Henry spoke, "Babe, I need to get up. My butt's asleep." "No problem," Jeremy said trying to smile. The mood was shattered for him. He rose up gently and Henry's softening member pulled free. Jeremy felt an oozing liquid flow from him. He swung his leg back over Henry's and tried to close his legs together. The cum had still dribbled onto Henry's crotch. Some was trapped between Jeremy's thighs. "Ooh gross," he thought, "Although it wasn't so gross to me when it was my own mess." "Sweetheart," Henry said, "we can go take a shower and cleanup a bit if you'd like before going to bed?" The part about bed didn't seem to good to Jeremy but cleaning up was a number one priority for him. "Sure," he said. Henry gestured for Jeri to precede him. As she went down the hall to the bathroom he stared at her butt. Her small round ass formed a perfect valentine tapering into her slim dancer's legs. Each globe was just a little larger than his spread hands could cup. He watched as she walked and a globe would flex, stretch, roll, and repeat. He wasn't sure that the extra tits were his thing, though the girl had sure enjoyed having them played with. He was certain that he could watch that tight little butt wiggle forever.