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Devlin's StoryChapter 42 free porn video
"... doesn't have to be particularly long," Amnita was saying as Devlin entered the kitchen. "I don't go with a guy just because of the length of his dick. That was one of the things I learned in Olangopo: a guy's prowess in bed isn't related to the size of his dick.
"There was this one guy," she added with a giggle that seemed uncharacteristic of her. "He had a dick like you wouldn't believe. I didn't get that good a look at it as he was undressing, but when he shoved it in me it felt like it was going to come popping out my throat." She was still wearing just her green garter belt and stockings, though she'd added a matching pair of panties.
"Was he... black?" the blonde woman asked.
"White as can be," Amnita said. "I hate to spoil any ideas you have," she added, "but in all my time in Olangopo I didn't see any correlation between a guy's skin color and the length of his dick. Chet was blonde-haired, blue-eyed, corn-fed Marine from Nebraska. He had skin that was so pale it looked like it was bleached. Every girl in the house wanted to see his dick, too. While we were going at it I could see them taking quick peeks."
"They were watching?" Lisa asked. "Didn't that make you, you know, embarrassed?"
"What's to see?" Amnita said, shrugging. "I've got the same thing they've got: two tits and a pussy. No, they were spying on Chet." She giggled again. "He sure came a lot, too. Had big balls, and they must have been damned near full. He should have spent some time masturbating, would have saved him a lot of money. When he came it just poured out of me and all over the bed."
"You said it felt like it was going to come out your throat?" the blonde asked. "I thought there weren't any nerve endings that deep in a woman's body."
"It's your mind," Emma said. "You feel a guy sliding deeper and deeper in you, and he's not pulling back, so your mind sort of gives the impression that it's going farther in you than it actually does. There are nerves on the cervix, or that's what I've been told, and some guys will mash into them with the head of their cocks."
"I've been told the same thing," Devlin said. She poured herself that cup of coffee, and settled back against the kitchen counter to just listen. "With some of the bigger guys I can feel them pressing against me when they're all of the way in. One of the people who comes here regularly is an OB/GYN, and she says that's because the head of their dick is pressing against my cervix."
"It can be kind of an electric feeling," Amnita said. "Sometimes, if you're lucky, you can feel the guy's spurts against your cervix."
"You can't always feel a guy cum," Devlin added. "Some shudder, some groan, some just cum quietly and you don't even know it except that they start slowing down."
Amnita nodded. "Yeah, that's a problem. But when I feel a guy spurting against my cervix it just makes me explode. That's one of the reasons I don't like condoms, I can't get that feeling."
Lisa and the blonde both looked surprised at that. Lisa opened her mouth to say something, and then slowly closed it.
"Condoms are a choice, not a requirement here," Emma said. "Everyone who comes here has to get medically screened, either the day before the party or the day of the party, and that eliminates most of the medical risks you were asking about earlier."
"But the risks of AIDS and--" the blonde said.
"We're aware of those risks," Emma said firmly, cutting her off, "and we take precautions, a lot more than the average person does, a lot more than people in the lesbian world do. A lot of people seem to think that if you have sex with someone other you're your regular partner, you're guaranteed to come down with a sexual disease. But a little application of common sense and intelligence can go a long way towards stopping that."
"But what if--"
Lisa was interrupted by the kitchen door banging open. Krissi, naked except for a towel over her shoulder, barged into the room. "Coffee," she gasped. "Gotta have coffee!"
She took the cup Devlin poured for her and sipped it gratefully. "Ah, I needed that." She shook the hair out of her face and took in the people at the table. "Hi, Lisa! Long time no see. Who are these with you?"
Karen, Lisa and the blonde were staring at Krissi's nudity. After a couple of seconds they all looked pointedly away. The blonde snuck furtive glances at Krissi, the color rising on her cheeks.
Lisa stumbled through her introductions, her cheeks bright red.
"Good thing it's just us girls," Krissi said. "Otherwise I'd feel naked or embarrassed or something."
"You do seem a little worked up," Devlin said. Krissi's nipples were very obvious.
"You should see my pussy," Krissi said. "If I hopped in the hot tub right now I'd set the water boiling."
"Who was it?" Emma asked.
"Jack, Amnita's husband," Krissi said. "I just love everything about his body, and then some. You're one lucky gal, Amnita. I'm especially in love with his cock. I think it's curved ideally for my insides. I came three times before he popped once. And then he let me ride him until I was ready to scream."
"Yeah, I like that about him," Amnita said. "You should see how he makes me feel."
"Is this your partner Jo?" Krissi asked, pointing at the blonde. "I've never met her."
"This is Jo," Lisa said. "She's a stewardess..."
"Flight attendant," Jo said. "I'm a flight attendant. We haven't been called stewardesses in a long time."
"I keep forgetting that," Lisa said. "Anyway, we're partners."
"Ah, yes, that's right. Pleased to finally meet you, Jo. I've heard many good things about you." Krissi held out a strand of her hair for inspection. "I suppose I should shower and get dressed." She finished her coffee. "I'll see you in a bit, Devlin." She smiled at Jo and Lisa, wrapped the towel around her hair, and left.
"I should get a shower, too," Amnita said. "Jack should be awake soon and we need to get home."
"I suppose you have all sorts of questions for me," Devlin said after Amnita had left.
"Not really," Karen replied. "Your interviews are usually pretty comprehensive."
"Interviews?" Emma asked. She glanced at Devlin. "What kind of interviews?"
"She tells me what she did at these parties," Karen said. "She doesn't go into specifics about names--I don't need that information, and I try to respect everyone's privacy--but she covers how many times, and gives me minor details."
Emma smiled and looked at Devlin. "Minor details?"
"Which way we did it, and maybe if there was something that made the guy stand out in my mind." Devlin smiled back at Emma. "Minor details."
"I guess I deserved that," Emma said. "All right, I was just worried about violating anyone's privacy."
Karen got to her feet. "Emma, thank you for inviting me. I expect I'll have more questions, but not right now. I want to compile my notes and see if there was anything I missed."
"Any time," Emma said, rising as well. "You have my number."
Jo and Lisa looked at each other, and stood. "You don't mind if I ask you a few questions," Lisa said to Devlin.
"Just as long as most of them don't start with the word 'why'," Devlin responded. "'How' and 'What' are preferable."
"You don't want anyone criticizing your decisions," Jo said. "Is that it?"
"Pretty much," Devlin nodded. "I get enough of that from society in general."
"When they find out," Lisa said, "which you make sure they don't."
Devlin smiled. "What would be the point of that?"
"I do have one question that you might answer for me," Jo said. "Do people really wander around here naked?"
Suddenly aware of her own nudity, Devlin didn't want to answer. Emma stepped in, though. "Normally you don't need to worry about covering up around here," Emma said, smiling. "After all, modesty can get in the way of your socializing."
Jo started to say something more, but Lisa grabbed her arm and whispered in her ear. When she was done, she looked at Devlin. "I have a question, too. Do you and Krissi sleep together when you stay over here?"
Devlin nodded. "Once in a while we don't, but most of the time we do."
"Do you... do you... make love?"
Devlin smiled. "Usually we're too tired. We might cuddle for a few minutes, but nothing more. And in the morning we usually get up at separate times. We'll meet in here for coffee, but that's usually just before we leave."
"Don't you--" Lisa started, but Jo interrupted her.
"Do you compare notes or something? You know, about the men you were with?"
"That's an entirely unfair comment," Devlin said icily, putting down her coffee cup. "I'll thank you to retract it or apologize."
"I think that's quite enough for now," Emma said. She looked at Lisa. "I trust I've answered your questions."
Lisa got the hint and got up. "Thank you for your hospitality," she said, and practically dragged Jo from the room.
"That wasn't the best surprise I could have had," Devlin said as she picked up her coffee cup again.
"I know," Emma replied, "and I want to apologize for this." She glanced at the clock next to the refrigerator. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go. The store opens in an hour, and I've got some things I need to do, first."
She opened the door to the dining room, and stopped. Curious, Devlin looked over her shoulder. Amnita and a man were on the couch, both facing the room. The man was underneath, and Amnita was leaning back against him, riding up and down on his length. Every time she came down his cock she made a soft grunting sound, noises the man matched when he thrust up.
Everything was visible: the tuft of black hair at the base of Amnita' tummy, the slick, red lips of her sex as they stretched around his cock, every bump and ridge on his hardness, including a thick blue vein that lined the underside of it, and his balls hanging down, but drawing up as he got closer and closer.
Lisa and Jo were standing at the other end of the room, coats in hand, transfixed by the sight.
"That's more than I intended them to see," Emma said softly, sighing.
"Was Amnita on her best behavior?"
Emma shook her head. "She was telling stories of her time in Olangopo, stories that I'd never heard. And she was being graphic. I think that was her way of getting back at me for inviting them here."
Amnita let out a deeper moan. Her mouth opened slightly and she seemed to be straining at something. Finally she gasped. "Harder, harder! Give it to me!"
Jo tried to drag Lisa out the front door. It was clear that she had seen enough, but Lisa didn't want to go.
"I'll be interested in hearing what they have to say," Devlin murmured. "Talk about getting an eyeful."
"I just wish--"
She didn't get a chance to finish as Amnita gave a soft cry, her legs and tummy visibly tightening. The man answered a few seconds later, and a stream of his jism leaked out of her, running down his cock. He slowed to a stop, and both of they lay there, breathing hard as another pearl of white oozed out of her and ran down his balls.
"Well," Emma said after a deep breath. "That's over with. I'm going to be picturing that all afternoon."
"Me, too," Devlin said. She glanced at Lisa and Jo. Both were staring at Amnita's sex and the visible proof of the man's climax. "I think they will, too."
Emma ran her hand over her breasts and cleared her throat. "If I didn't have to be at work..." She sighed again. "As it is, Tim better have a hard greeting for me when I get home."
"I know what you mean," Devlin said. "I may have to call Danny." She laughed. "It's seems strange that I want to get laid after a weekend here."
Amnita and the guy were trading kisses, and his hand was on her breast. It wasn't clear if they were going to start again, or just relax.
"There they go," Emma said as Lisa and Jo left. "I don't know how comfortable they are with sex between a man and a woman."
"Couldn't have asked for a graphic demonstration," Devlin said. She looked toward the hall. "I guess I'll go see where Krissi is. Unless you want us to help clean up..."
"We'll be fine. Somebody else is helping this weekend."
"All right. I guess we'll see you next time. We'll only be here Saturday night."
"Oh, that's right, your mother's wedding. You'll forgive me if I don't come."
"I understand." Devlin glanced at Amnita and the man. His cock had slipped out of her and his jism was slipping out of her and pooling on the sofa... Devlin drew a deep breath and went to see if Krissi was ready yet.
She found Tim, instead. "Evan got traded," she said without preamble. "He's going to the Athletics, though maybe not. I'm not sure what this means."
"Calm down," Tim said. "Getting traded is a fact of life in professional sports." He grinned. "There are a lot of jokes told about it. Come on, let's see what's on the internet." He led her into the computer room. After turning it on and logging in, he set her in front of the screen.
"'... and a player to be named later'," she read. "Tim, this trade was made last January, and they just sort of threw Evan in here at the last moment."
"They do that, Devlin. Remember, first and foremost, this is a business."
"But..." She stopped when he held up his hand.
"He's not 'spare change', if that's what you're thinking. The front offices carefully weigh these trades, and the Commissioner's Office does, too, to make sure they're relatively even."
"Relatively?"
"They can't stop a stupid trade, only an unfair one." Tim gestured at the monitor. "The two classic stupid trades were Frank Robinson for Milt Pappas, and Babe Ruth for cash."
"Okay, I've heard of Babe Ruth." Devlin pictured a candy bar with a baseball mitt, though she knew that wasn't what Tim meant.
Tim chuckled. "That was in 1918, and the Boston Red Sox have been regretting that trade for 80 years. But that's the thing; you don't know how these trades are going to turn out. Who knew that Babe Ruth was going to be the hitter he turned out to be? He was a pitcher when they traded him.
"Anyway, don't worry about it. He's going to the Oakland organization, isn't he?"
Devlin nodded. "That's what his voicemail said. I tried calling him, but he's out of service at the moment."
"He's either asleep or on a plane. He'll want to report as soon as possible so he doesn't lose any training time."
Devlin pointed at the list of teams in the Oakland Athletics minor league organization. "What team do you think he'll end up on? Could he be playing for the major league team?"
"It's possible," Tim said, nodding. "I think he'll end up in Sacramento, or maybe Midlands in Texas."
Devlin looked over the list. "That's Double-A. That's lower than Triple-A."
"They'll see what he has, and then they'll put him where they think he'll get the best coaching."
Devlin thought she heard some doubt in Tim's voice, but decided to wait until she'd talked with Evan. So many things would become clearer after she talked with Evan.
"You should probably get that shower," she said. "I'm sorry I dragged you away from whatever you were doing, but I just had to know."
"That's all right," Tim chuckled. "I'm a baseball fan, you aren't, and I could see the worry in your face."
She glanced at his dick as he got up. "I could lick you clean as a thank you."
"Much as I'd appreciate that, I'll have to take a rain check. I'd want to play with your titties, and then we'd go somewhere so I could fuck your brains out, but your heart wouldn't be in it."
"That's the politest refusal I've ever had." Devlin pressed herself against him, giving him a high voltage kiss. Tim returned it with interest, his hands cupping her breasts before trailing down to linger familiarly over her bottom.
"Whew, girl," Tim said when they finally broke for air. "You give a guy a powerful reason to reconsider."
"Well..."
He backed away, his dick half-hard. "A rain check, though I wouldn't wait too long to cash it."
"Next time I'm here?"
He nodded. "Definitely."
She watched his bare butt as he left the room; she would love to grab that and hang on. Tim knew all sorts of ways to get her wound up and could already feel a tingle of anticipation.
She returned to the internet, and spent a few minutes reading about the minor league teams Evan might be going to. After a bit she decided she'd learned all she could without talking to Evan, logged off, and went looking for Krissi.
"What was that all about?" Krissi asked when they finally got to the car. "I've known Lisa for a couple of years, but she's the last person I would have expected to see here at Emma's."
"I think they came up with Karen," Devlin said. "Karen had a lot of questions about the lifestyle, and I suggested she talk to Emma." She took a deep breath and stretched. The day was warming up nicely, the last of the snow had disappeared more than a week before, and meteorologists were talking about sunshine and highs in the 50's. "I especially didn't expect Emma to invite her up here on a party weekend."
"My showing up naked probably wasn't my best move ever," Krissi said as she got in the car. "A lot of lesbians are pretty modest, and I probably shocked them."
"Oh, I don't know. Karen didn't seem to mind, but Lisa and Jo couldn't seem to get enough of your body, especially Jo."
"I noticed. I thought she was going to bore a hole in my sex with her staring."
"I'm not surprised. How many women actually see what they look like down there?"
Krissi smiled. "Point taken: very few. Now, are we going to have breakfast, or what? I'm starving. Oh, and did you call Evan?"
"I did so while you were still getting dressed. Still out of service."
"I'd--oh look, here comes Amnita and Jack." She rolled down her window. "Breakfast?" she called hopefully.
"Sure," Jack replied. "What did you have in mind?"
"There's this place over next to the highway--I don't want fast food, I want something a lot more filling."
"Marie and Rick were right behind us," Jack said. "And that gal with them, um..."
"Orphelia?" Devlin asked. She glanced back at Emma's. Rick, Marie and Orphelia were just leaving. "Here they come."
"Breakfast?" Jack asked when they got close enough.
Rick and Marie looked at each other. "Sure," Rick said. "Why not? Where would we go?"
"There's this place over next to the highway," Jack said. "Great food, it's called Delaney's."
"We've eaten there before," Marie said. "Come on, we'll lead the way."
"Why not?" Devlin said. "Sure. Lead on."
"And how did you sleep?" Devlin asked Orphelia when they were seated at a corner booth in Delaney's.
"With someone, surprisingly," Orphelia said. "I know I shouldn't have, but there was this woman, and..."
"We usually don't go into details," Devlin said, laughing.
Orphelia glanced around the restaurant before lowering her voice. "Well, there are advantages to being bisexual."
"Never saw the attraction in it," Marie said, "except professionally."
"Really?" Orphelia seemed surprised. "But I thought..."
"That's why it's called acting," Marie said, primly. "I've always preferred my time with the men."
"I read somewhere that most of the women in adult movies were lesbians," Amnita said.
Marie and Orphelia shared a smile. "You do it because they pay you to do it," Marie said. "And there are men who get excited by watching two women together. Most women, though?" She shook her head. "Not really. A lot of the women in the industry are bisexual, or will go with another woman for the right amount of money, but not as many as people think."
"Saying we're lesbians says we prefer women over men," Orphelia added. "That's just not true. I'm like Marie, I prefer a man to a woman, but unlike her, I will go with a woman just for the fun of it." She sighed happily. "And we do have fun."
"I prefer the strength and power of a man," Marie said. "Always have, always will."
"That's something those two gals this morning wouldn't understand," Amnita said. "I've met some lesbians who are fairly intolerant of any other viewpoint."
"Lisa's thinking she wants a baby," Devlin said. "And I don't think she wants in vitro fertilization."
"The old fashioned method, eh?" Amnita asked with a chuckle. "Well, why not? It's worked for several million years, why shouldn't she be traditional?"
"I think her partner is opposed to the idea," Devlin said. "This was the first time I've met her, but from her questions I suspect she really doesn't like men."
"Possibly," Amnita said. "Well, I hope I gave her something to think about."
"You certainly gave her an eyeful," Devlin said.
"And had fun while doing it, too." Amnita smiled and took a sip of her coffee. "She shouldn't have any illusions about what's involved."
"Who was that you were with?" Amnita asked.
"Does it matter? He was hard, I was hot, and the couch was handy." She glanced at Marie. "I suppose that's the plot of most adult movies."
"More than you might think," Marie replied.
Devlin felt her phone vibrate. Excusing herself, she answered it. As she'd hoped, it was Evan.
"What happened?" she said softly. She was on the end, so she got up and walked away so she wouldn't disturb the others.
"Trades are part of baseball," Evan said. "I think this one will work out, though."
"Oh? What do you mean?"
"The Athletics are gearing up for a run at the pennant. They'll have plenty of openings for pitchers. The White Sox are a few years away from that."
"Do you think you'll have a better chance to make the Majors with the Athletics?"
"Much better. Look, I'll call you again tonight. I'm just about to get to the Athletics training facility. They'll give me a physical, and if everything checks out like they think it will, then I'll sit down with my agent, we'll go over the contract and sign on the dotted line."
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