Boy meets Girl Part 1
- 2 years ago
- 45
- 0
Boy Meets Girl free porn video
Boy Meets Girl
By Cal Y. Pygia
"What's her sister look like?" Dave Newell asked his brother.
"You've seen Steph. They're sisters."
Stephanie Johnson was a hottie, no doubt about that, Dave thought.
Still, that didn't necessarily mean that her sister would be a looker.
If Stephanie were from Venus, her sister could be from Uranus. Besides,
he resented the last-minute's notice and the fact that Brad had told
Stephanie that he'd date her kid sister without having bothered to ask
him first whether he was interested in going out with the girl. He shook
his head. "I should say no," he said.
Brad's hopeful countenance remained hopeful.
"But I won't."
Brad clapped him on the upper arm. "Thanks, Dave! I knew you wouldn't
let me down!"
It was all set. Stephanie had made her acceptance of Brad's invitation
to a dinner and a movie (and, hopefully, to a make-out session along the
unpaved road that meandered through the copse atop the steep hill that
the kids called Moonlight Drive) conditional upon Brad's finding a date
for her sister, Jenny. For one of the few moments in their lives, Brad
was glad he had a younger brother. Thanks to Dave's agreement to double
with him and Stephanie, he'd be able to go out with one of the hottest
recent grads of Baxter Prep, the arch rival of Brad's former alta mater,
Delmar High, which Dave still attended, if only for the last few weeks
of his senior year, just as Jenny was a senior at her sister's one-time
school.
When Dave saw his date, he felt like the lecherous wolf in the old
cartoons when the animal spies a curvy female character: his mouth
seemed to gape as he drooled uncontrollably and his eyes seemed to
launch from their sockets like spherical missiles attached to elastic
nerves and muscles before springing back into place. He thought he might
need to manually close his dropped jaw, the way the cartoon wolf did.
Fortunately, he did none of these things. What he did do, instead, was
stammer like an idiot as he introduced himself.
Jenny Johnson was every bit as gorgeous as her sister, Stephanie. She
had blonde hair, streaked with yellow and orange so that it looked like
wisps of fire, and her wide eyes, framed by long, luxuriant lashes, were
azure, the color of a cloudless summer sky. A thin, straight nose led
his gaze downward, past the high, apple cheeks, to lush, smooth lips,
pink and soft as the petals of a rose. Silver earrings, set with Zircon
"diamonds," dangled like miniature chandeliers from the lobes of her
delicate ears. Her breasts were full, high, round, and firm, but, he
knew, even without the evidence of his hands, they were also soft as
pillows but sleek as silk or satin. The nipples were modestly small, but
visible, surrounded by just a suggestion of their areolas, beneath the
tight tank top she wore without a bra. Her bare midriff was suntanned
and bronze, the tiny hollow of the inverted navel pierced with a silver
belly ring. She wore a mini-skirt of silk or some other girly fabric
that hugged her hips and displayed her perfect legs. A pair of simple
black heels adorned her small, delicate feet. She was just as beautiful
from behind, her derriere dull and round--and, Dave couldn't help but to
think, inviting--despite her narrow hips. He'd hit the jackpot as much
with Jenny as his brother had with Stephanie.
After dinner and a movie, they'd found a quiet, private place to park,
on Moonlight Drive, the unpaved road that wound through a wooded
mountainside that overlooked their community, Falls Hill. Spread out
across the valley, the streets, houses, shops, and stores that were as
familiar to each of them as his or her own name took on an unexpected
glamour, as if it were a fairytale village wherein perfect people lived
happily ever after, every woman was a lovely, kindhearted lady and every
man a charming, handsome prince. Romance, Dave supposed, was in the air.
His own warm, fuzzy feelings for Jenny made everything seemed more
beautiful and glamorous than it would otherwise appear to be.
He and his date sat in the back seat of his brother's car, with Brad and
Stephanie up front, which was fine with Dave, for he and Jenny had
neither the obstacles of bucket seats nor the stick shift and console
between them to contend with; they just had each other.
Jenny's warm, affectionate nature had emboldened Dave, who,
nevertheless, found himself intimidated by her beauty, as the loveliness
of girls always intimidated him. Despite the fact that Jenny had scooted
across the bench seat as soon as Brad had parked the car, sliding close,
so that she sat shoulder to shoulder, rib to rib, and hip to hip against
Dave, and rested her soft curves and trim weight against his firmer,
more angular frame, she still had to initiate the action between them,
which made Dave feel foolish and boyish--but only for a few awkward
moments. Once her dainty hand lit upon the column of his thigh, as a
bird might light upon a branch, lust welled within him, his cock
stirring, and he forgot to be awed by her beauty.
They turned toward one another, Jenny's hand gliding up the polyester
fabric of his slacks, feeling like a warm current, to cup the mound of
his balls and his swelling cock. She gave his genitals a gentle,
friendly squeeze, as if she were making their acquaintance.
He returned her favor, letting his own palm glide along the silken flesh
of her thigh. Her hand stopped him before he reached the silk panties
she wore beneath her mini-skirt.
Their faces were close, mere inches apart, and she stared deeply into
his eyes. He wasn't certain of the emotions they reflected. Did he see,
in her gaze, love, passion, invitation--or were these feelings simply
his own, projected onto her?
Her lips met his, and, before he knew it, they were kissing.
At first, the kiss was just a nuzzling of their lips; in a few moments,
their lips parted, and their tongues penetrated one another's mouth,
probing and swirling the wet, liquid interior. Jenny's hand squeezed his
thick, hard cock, leaving him no doubt of her intentions, and Dave
located her nearer breast, cupping the soft-firm mound beneath the
halter top, and noticed that she, too, in her girly way, was erect and
ready. Although small, her nipples were hard points beneath the thin
fabric.
Dave slid his hand along Jenny's thigh again. As before, she allowed him
to caress the length of her upper leg--until he got close to her
panties. Then, her smooth hand intervened.
"No," she whispered,
"Why not?" he whispered back.
"No," she repeated.
Dave sighed. Women! he thought. If he lived a millennium, he'd never
understand them. Jenny's contradictory signals were puzzling; they were
also frustrating. If she weren't such a babe. . . .
He kissed her neck. She didn't resist.
She allowed him to plant a row of kisses down the side of her throat.
She hadn't put her breasts off limits, at least. He squeezed the twin of
the one he'd been caressing before he'd slid his hand up her thigh and
been rebuffed upon reaching the thin fabric that shielded her sex from
his hand.
"Wait," she whispered.
What now? Dave wondered. He withdrew his hand from the soft-firm mound,
and she shifted away from him.
Leaning forward, she removed her halter top.
"My God!" Brad exclaimed from the front seat. He'd caught a glimpse in
the rear-view mirror of Jenny's magnificent breasts. Full, round, high,
and soft, yet firm, with erect pink nipples surrounded by puffy rosebud-
areolas, they were the same golden tan as the rest of her superb body,
indicating that she suntanned not only often, but all over as well.
"What are you looking at?" Dave challenged his brother.
"Nothing," Brad replied, lowering his gaze from the rear-view mirror.
With satisfaction, Dave saw that his brother's assertion was true.
Stephanie, according to her reputation at her former school, at least,
was supposed to be a slut, but, unlike her younger sister, Jenny, she'd
yet to remove her top--or anything else. Brad may have gotten an eyeful
of Jenny, by accident, but he hadn't seen anything of his own date's
body. Talk about a role reversal, Dave thought: usually, it was Brad who
got to look and touch, not Dave. Apparently, Jenny was a little more
inclined to share her charms with her date than her older sister was to
do the same.
Emboldened by his younger brother's success in having reached first base
with his date, Brad squeezed Stephanie's breast. Dave smiled at the
sound of the slap that Stephanie administered, followed by an irate
reprimand. "How dare you?"
"I thought--"
"You thought what?"
"Well, Jenny's removed her top, and she's let Dave--"
"What the hell are you doing?" Stephanie demanded. "Spying on your
brother and my sister?"
"I couldn't help but catch a glimpse in the rear-view."
"You could have if you hadn't been looking in the mirror!"
"Steph, let's not fight."
"What my sister does or doesn't do is her business."
"Okay, okay."
"But that doesn't mean I will follow suit."
"I didn't say it did."
"You implied it."
"How?"
"When you groped my breast, I told you to keep your hands to yourself,
and you said, and I quote, 'Well, Jenny's removed her top, and she's let
Dave.'"
"I'm sorry, all right?"
"If we weren't with Jenny and Dave, I'd make you take me home."
"I am sorry. Really. Forgive me?"
Stephanie flashed him a smile. "Only if you promise to kiss and make
up."
Puckering his lips, Brad moved bowed toward her face.
She held up a forefinger, stopping him. "And promise not to spy on my
sister again."
"I promise."
His lips met hers.
For a while, the interior of the automobile was quiet except for sighs,
heavy breathing, and an occasional moan.
Outside, the full moon moved against the stars.
Having scooted as far back on her side of the back seat as possible,
Jenny had managed to bend far forward at the waist, her golden hair
spilling over Dave's lower belly and upper thighs as, parting her lips,
she took his erect cock into the warm-soft-wetness of her mouth.
Although her position was awkward, due to the close confines of the
space in which she worked, she was exceedingly graceful, the occasional
slurping sounds she made as she sucked his prick notwithstanding.
She was a good cock sucker. She excelled at the activity, in fact,
providing the best oral service Dave, in his limited experience, had
ever received. Her lips a firm circle, she plunged her cock-impaled
mouth up and down in a slow, steady rhythm, the thick, hard organ
sliding through her soft, full lips, over her wet tongue, and past the
inner walls of her cheeks.
Dave's dick responded, swelling further and becoming more rigid as it
extended its length another fraction of an inch, until he was sporting
the biggest erection he'd ever had in his life. Although the light was
dim, late afternoon fading to twilight, he could make out the soft,
shining cascade of her hair and her head bowed over his groin.
Occasionally, he could see her chin and mouth, his huge cock between her
rounded lips.
Jenny's head continued to bob up and down as she drew the "O" of her
lips back along the sleek column of flesh before plunging her liquid
mouth back down the swollen shaft. She paused occasionally to lick the
stalk of his manhood, to kiss his balls through the tight, risen pouch
of his velvet-smooth scrotum, or to nuzzle his purple, swollen glans
with her lips before sliding her lips back down his cock.
Dave moaned, caressing her hair. He wanted his cock in her cunt,
although he was enjoying having his manhood in her mouth. It was
extremely erotic to have his balls inches from her lovely face and his
penis inside her pretty mouth as she fucked her face with his prick, but
he also wanted to penetrate her pussy, shoving his erection through her
labia and into the warm, liquid center of her sex, riding her fast and
hard as he thrust his meat into the depths of her belly. Of course, he'd
also like to ravage her anally. The tightness of her sweet, puckered
asshole, offset by the roominess of her rectum, would be fantastic. He
smiled. Men, himself included, always seemed to want whatever kind of
sex they weren't engaged in at the moment. If he were fucking or butt-
fucking Jenny, he'd no doubt want her to be sucking his cock. He decided
to forget about vaginal and anal intercourse for the moment and to
concentrate on the excellent oral intercourse in which he was involved
at the moment.
Jenny's expert mouth performed upon him as if she were a musician and
his prick was her piccolo. She was a gifted "instrumentalist," he
thought. She was talented enough to suck cock at Carnegie Hall. She'd
paused to lash his glans with quick flicks of the tip of her stiffened
tongue, and the sensations were so pleasurable that Dave nearly came.
His thighs flexed, his buttocks clenched, and his groin heaved, his cock
twitching; his balls seemed to implode inside his scrotum. He moaned,
clutching the sides of her head with his hands.
Slipping his cock back into her mouth, Jenny let her head dip, sliding
her lips down the shaft of his penis until her nose pressed against his
pubes and her chin rested upon his balls, allowing saliva to collect
inside her mouth. Then, her mouth a reservoir of his warm fluid, she
swished his prick around, using her tongue and lips and the inner walls
of her cheeks to toss and wag his member as if she were gargling with
his prick inside her mouth. The combination of these motions and the
collected saliva made it feel to Dave as if his cock were inside a pussy
rather than Jenny's face, and the sensations that she produced in him by
this tactic were too much for him; he reached the point of no return,
and his cock, convulsing inside her mouth, spurted gush after gush of
his thick, warm seed past her lips, over her teeth and tongue, and
against the insides of her cheeks and the roof of her mouth as Dave
groaned and gasped.
Jenny remained motionless, accepting the full measure of his passion as
his semen burst, liquid bombs exploding, inside her mouth. His warm,
viscid seed tasted of salt, and it was as thick as melted butter. She
very much enjoyed the rich texture and the salty flavor. She swallowed
all of his load after savoring it until it began to lose its zest. Then,
she licked clean the tip and shaft of Dave's penis, making sure not a
bead or globule of the liquid pearls was lost.
From the front seat, similar moans and gasps were heard from Brad, so,
Dave guessed, Stephanie had forgiven his brother's presumptuous
forwardness and his having spied on Dave and Jenny earlier--that or she
was as horny as her sister obviously had been.
Jenny sat up, scooted back toward Dave, and sat close to him, still bare
breasted. She placed a hand on his inner thigh, a soft touch that would
certainly have aroused him if he hadn't just had the orgasm of his life.
In the dim light of the fading day, he could see her hair was mussed and
her makeup slightly smeared; her eyes had a dreamy look. Had she
climaxed? he wondered.
She kissed him, and he felt his semen, slick and gummy, on her lips. He
kissed her back, and she opened her mouth (her vagina, he thought) to
him. Their tongues met, entwined, and he felt, rather than tasted, the
thickness of her saliva which had mixed with his semen. Despite her
having swallowed his load, a remnant of his seed remained inside her
mouth. The thought that, in French kissing Jenny, he was sampling his
own semen, excited him. It was odd, he thought, how sharing his own
sperm aroused him, whereas the thought of having another man's semen on
his tongue would disgust him. It was odd, too, that any man found
pleasure in masturbating himself while many would find masturbating
another man to be nothing but disgusting, despite the fact that a cock
was a cock and balls were balls, just as semen was semen. There was no
accounting for human nature, he guessed.
As he kissed Jenny, Dave again wondered whether she was as aroused as he
had been and as he was becoming again. She certainly seemed to be, but
girls could pretend well. Her nipples were erect, but the coolness of
the gathering night could account for their erection. There was one sure
way to find out. He could check to see whether she was moist "down
there." If her labia were wet, her cunt obviously would be as well, and
if her pussy was lubricated, she obviously would be aroused, physically,
if not emotionally, and ready for intercourse. Suddenly, it seemed
necessary for him to know, one way or the other, whether Jenny was
aroused; he had to know.
Twice, he'd reached for her pussy, and twice he'd been wordlessly
rebuffed. This time, he didn't intend to give her the opportunity to
deny his questing hand. Instead of trailing his palm up her smooth
thigh, he reached directly inside her mini skirt, felt the silk panties,
and jerked his hand away, recoiling from her. "What the hell?" he cried.
"Dave," Jenny said, her voice soft, crushed.
He'd felt the unmistakable bulge of male genitals in her panties.
Moreover, her cock, though small, was erect, and her balls were high
inside her tightened scrotum. "Her"? Why did he refer to Jenny as "her"?
It was obvious that, despite her long hair, makeup, feminine apparel,
and breasts, "she" was a he!
"You have a cock," Dave charged, "and balls!"
Dave's statement got his brother's attention. "What did you say?" Brad
called from the front seat as he untangled himself from Stephanie. He
sat up and peered over the back of his bucket seat.
"Jenny--or whatever his real name is--has a cock and balls; 'she's' a
he!"
Brad looked ready to puke. He turned an angry glance on his date. "What
the hell is this?" he demanded. "Your sister's a guy?"
"No," Stephanie asserted, sitting up and smoothing down her skirt. She
had her top off. She'd also removed her bra, and her breasts, Dave could
see in the faint light of the day's end, were just as perfect as
Jenny's. High, firm, round, and beautiful, they were golden-brown and
capped with rose-pink nipples and areolas. Like Jenny's, Stephanie's
nipples were also stiff and swollen. Dave wondered if, instead of an
erect penis, Stephanie had a wet cunt beneath her panties. "Jenny's
every bit as much a woman as I am."
"Not every bit," Dave observed. He wondered how, at a moment like this,
he could joke. He should be as outraged as Brad was on his behalf at
having been duped into dating someone like Jenny. However, he wasn't
furious. He didn't even feel indignant. In fact, strange as it may seem,
he was aroused at the thought that the young lady who'd taken off her
halter top to display her breasts, who had kissed him (and whom he had
kissed), and who'd sucked his cock, was really another guy in disguise.
Still, despite her feminine charms, Jenny had a cock and a pair of
balls. The incongruity of her feminine appearance and her possession, at
the same time, of male genitals was exciting. A sudden fear rose within
Dave: did his attraction to Jenny mean that he was gay? His manly
brother certainly didn't seem attracted to her--or him. Brad was
obviously disgusted, just as he was incensed at Stephanie for having
conned him and Dave.
"What are you saying?" Brad demanded of Stephanie. "You have a cock,
too?"
She gave him a level look. When she answered, she spoke with a level
tone. "I'm saying Jenny's a transsexual."
"That's really great, Steph," Brad said. Sarcasm dripped from every
word. "You lied to me and Dave so my brother would go out with a chick
with a dick?"
"Dave doesn't seem too mind," Stephanie remarked.
"Of course he minds," Brad retorted. "Your so-called sister is a man!
How could you have been so dishonest?"
"I don't hear Dave complaining," Stephanie said.
Brad rolled his eyes. Casting a gaze into the back seat, he looked at
his brother for confirmation. "What about it Dave? Tell Stephanie how
great you feel about dating a chick with a dick."
Out of the corner of his eye, Dave saw Jenny flinch at the crude phrase,
as if Brad had slapped her face. "I do have something to say," he
announced.
"You tell her," Brad encouraged his brother. "Tell both of them."
Dave looked at Jenny. Beside him, she sat slumped in the seat, eyes
downcast, still as a statue, her hands folded neatly in her lap.
This ought to be good, Brad thought, grinning. His brother was about to
unload on the wannabe bitch.
"Jenny?" Brad said. His tone was soft, gentle.
Brad looked puzzled. Then, he realized that Dave was setting the tranny
bitch up, pretending to be compassionate, pretending to care, before
letting her have it. Brad smiled. This was going to be even better than
he thought.
Jenny remained still, slumped in her seat, avoiding Dave's gaze.
Gently, Brad took Jenny's jaw in his hand and turned her face toward his
own. Tears over spilled her eyes, coursing down her cheeks. Brad's heart
melted. "Look at me," he said. His voice was still soft and tender.
Jenny looked at him, more tears spilling from her eyes. "I'm sorry," she
managed to whisper. Her voice was strained. It sounded hollow, empty.
"Don't be," Dave said.
Brad sat up straight. "What did you say?" he asked his brother.
Ignoring Brad, Dave told Jenny, "I want to see you again. I want to go
out with you. If you'll have me, I'd like to be your boyfriend."
"Dave!" Brad called, horrified, "she's not a girl. She's a guy!"
"What do you say, Jen?" Dave asked his date.
Jenny nodded vigorously and hugged him to her with urgency and passion.
"Yes," she gasped. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!"
"Dave, she's not a girl," Brad repeated. "She's a chick with a dick!"
Dave gave his brother a long, hard look. "Say that again, and I'll whip
your ass," he replied.
"You're not dating a fucking transsexual," Dave declared. "I won't let
you."
"You can't stop me," Brad replied.
"Oh, yes I can. If you do, I'll tell everyone you're dating a shemale
freak."
Stephanie glared at Brad. "He's not the only one in your family who's
date a transsexual," she told him. "I'm one, too."
"Yeah, right." Brad said.
"You'll keep your mouth shut about Brad dating a transsexual," Stephanie
threatened Brad, "or I'll let everyone know that you, too, have dated a
transsexual--me."
"You forget I've sampled your wares. You have a pussy, not a cock and
balls."
"That's only because I've had sex-reassignment surgery," Stephanie
explained. "I'm a post-operative transsexual. Jenny, on the other hand,
has decided to retain her original equipment."
"You still won't tell anyone anything," Brad said. "You don't want the
world to know your little secret."
"Wrong again," Stephanie replied. "Jenny and I were just waiting until
she graduates from high school, which she'll be doing in a few weeks,
anyway. If she outs herself a little ahead of schedule, it won't be a
big deal, right Jen?"
"Right," Jennifer agreed.
Stephanie looked at Brad. "So, how do you want to play it?"
"I'll keep quiet," he said. "What the hell? If Dave's a faggot, that's
his business, not mine. If he wants to go out with a chick with a dick,
that's up to him. I'm not my brother's keeper."
Stephanie smiled, but there was no humor in her expression. "Good boy. I
think we understand each other."
Brad shook his head, disgust evident on his face. He started the car.
"This date from hell is over," he declared.
Stephanie turned the engine off. "There's just one more thing," she told
Brad.
He stared at her, hatred etching his stone-cold features. "What's that?"
he demanded.
"The term is 'transsexual,' not 'chick with a dick.' I don't want to
hear any more insults about transsexuals," she said icily, "and I
especially don't want to hear any insults about my sister. Got it?"
"Yeah, I got it," Brad said. He started the engine.
As he pulled the car back onto the dirt road and drove out of the tree-
sheltered hideaway, toward the paved road that would take them home,
Jennifer squeezed Dave's hand.
"I love you," she whispered.
He gave her cock a playful squeeze in return. "I love you, too," he
said.
Outside, the dark shadows of shrubs and trees raced away from them on
either side of the road, and their hometown waited in the valley below,
its lights ablaze in the darkness. Overhead, the stars, bright and
twinkling, seemed to wink knowingly and to smile, and the face of the
man in the moon wore a benevolent and approving grin.
Rowan
- 11.08.2020
- 23
- 0
