RANDOM SHOTS - Guest Editorial - CHRIS

I don't think this is exactly what they have in mind in the Creative Writing course I'm taking in junior college, but Tim and Jill asked for something from me for their book, so I'll give it a try.  The flattery alone is worth the agony of creation.

Let's see, Rule #1 Is, “Always start with something that will grab your reader’s attention.”  How’s this: I'm hung like a horse.

I'm proud of it now but, up until about a year ago, when I was 19 and just a few months out of high school, that physiological fact was a source of great embarrassment and discomfort to me.

Having a widowed mother who’s a prude, and three older, married sisters who are Moral Majority arch-conservatives is NOT the background for the creation of a stud.  I went through high school afraid of girls.  I'm not bad-looking, but I was unbearably shy and, with the conditioning laid on me by my mother and sisters, treated girls so gently that I never once got laid.  Really, never got kissed too terribly well, either.

Every girl's friend, but lover for none.

Yet, from about the time I hit age eleven, my cock kept getting bigger and bigger; worse was the fact that the guys figured anyone hung like me must be getting plenty of ass from SOMEPLACE (the smart money said I was keeping a string of frustrated housewives happy).

What was actually happening was that I was flogging my dong 2, 3, 4, 5  times a day; I was getting plenty of Hand, but no Pussy.

There were two reasons why I pounded my pud so much.  First, of course, was because it felt good.  More practically, I made sure to pop my rocks before I left for school in the morning because, if I didn't, I'd look at some little teenage twat and, suddenly, Old Faithful would come up, impossible to hide, very uncomfortable .. and very embarrassing.

This also made me avoid the locker room scene at school, because of the ribbing from the rest of the guys: I ended up in the band instead of on the football team, the dramatics club in place of basketball or track (or, God forbid!, Wrestling).

Junior College showed no signs of being better, and I might well have turned gay -- I had a couple of offers that I managed to turn aside -- if I hadn't joined a local community theatre group, a fine hiding-and-gathering place for eccentrics.

That's where I met Tim and Jill.

We all took to each other immediately.  Tim’s funny and friendly, Jill is both, plus damn good-looking.  They obviously liked me, making me feel always welcome to hang around them and tag along after them, even to things that had nothing to do with our drama group.

Very important, too, was their free-and-easy ability to joke and talk about sex: open, warm and, even in my precarious emotional situation, non-threatening.  Our post-rehearsal group coffee klatches became something to be looked forward to, especially after a short time when, somehow, it became the norm for Jill and I to sit side-by-side with Tim across the table from us, and I slowly got used to Jill's touching me on the arm to make a point, and the pressure of her thigh against mine.

Never once did either of them, for all their openness about sex, make any allusions to what I “must” be up to ... or to the king-size erections I could no longer hide around Jill when she sat next to me.

Need I add that, when we were in the same car, it was all three of us in the front seat, with Jill between Tim and me?  Besides putting Jill close to me, the hump in the floor caused an awful lot of beautiful leg to be exposed to my hungry gaze -- hard-on or no hard-on.

All of this culminated, after a couple of months, in an invitation to Sunday brunch at their place, the first time I'd ever been there .

* * *

I got my first jolt when I walked into their livingroom.  Hanging on the well, amidst other, smaller, more modest photos, was a 20” x 26” color shot of Jill in a way I'd never even thought to visualize her (I idolized her too damn much to populate my very wet dreams with her): laying on her side on the couch, her lower arm bent so she could prop up her head on her hand, smiling into the camera.  She had a long, pretty scarf that draped over her breasts, just barely hiding them, a scarf that came back up over her hips to also barely conceal her pubic area.  It was immediately obvious that, other than that scarf, she was wearing nothing but a pair of high heels (she also, it should be noted for accuracy' s sake, was wearing a pair of pantyhose, but the scarf also hid the elastic waistband of them) and an ankle bracelet, without which she never appears.

Jill's greeting to me was just a “Hi!” around the door from the kitchen, so my second jolt didn't come until Tim and I, after he showed me his really great livingroom photo gallery of Jill and other ladies, a number of whom I knew, at least by sight, some of them surprising hell out of me by being there in such leg-revealing shots (but my eyes, whenever I thought Tim wasn't looking, sliding back to that big, friendly color shot of my hostess), sat down to lunch, and his wife started bringing in food from the kitchen.

The second jolt was not as immediate or such an Instant Impact sort of thing, but it was no less intense for being a bit more subtle (although “subtle,” in this case, is a matter of degree and very much open to debate) .

Jill was wearing black hose and black, very high heels with a white dress trimmed in black.  The dress, although hemmed about one inch above the knee, might have been described as “modest” except for one thing: it was very soft and very thin, thin enough so that it took me less then a minute to realize that the ONLY thing she was wearing beneath it was a black garterbelt (something I'd seen on girls in magazines, but NEVER in Real Life)!  I could even faintly see the dark shadow of her pussy!  As for her cute, tidy little breasts, there was no hiding the nipples -- which, again, as I learned only later, she'd rouged heavily so that they WOULD show.

I wish I could tell you what we had for lunch, but all I can remember is the way Jill's body looked on her frequent trips back to the kitchen, her rock-hard nipples staring across the table at me the rest of the time!

The conversation was free-wheeling, and my sexual excitement was such that I was almost drunk.  My jeans were super-tight because, even for me, I was super-hard.

The only thing I remember in the way of conversation out of that meal was Jill talking about the big photo in the livingroom:

“Tim took several, similar shots and let me pick the one to blow up and hang.  Originally, I was going to pick one without the scarf and hose, but we decided some of our houseguests might have a tough time handling that.”

The next thing I recall, we were back in the livingroom, this time Tim in a chair facing the couch, me on one end of the couch, Jill on the other.  I was having no success attempting to hide my hard-on, and Jill was making no attempt at all to conceal her legs .. or the rest of her body.  In fact, I realized with shock, if I turned my head just so .. I could see her naked upper thighs and the top fringe of her pussy under the pulled-higher-than-normal hem of her dress!

I felt delirious, just like I had a bad fever.  I'm afraid I wasn’t holding up my end of the conversation very well: I was so busy trying (without seeming obvious) to see up Jill's dress (for some reason, it seemed to get easier) that it totally went by me when Tim asked, "Do you enjoy blowjobs?”

“Huh?”   Brilliant.

"Do you enjoy it when a women sucks you off?”

Shock .. but, still, answer your elders, even though you're blushing, sweating, and stammering.  "Uh . .  I . . don't know.”

An arched eyebrow.  "You mean that, with equipment like that, you've never met a girl who wanted to go down on you and take you in her mouth?”

“Uh .. no.”

From Jill: ““How foolish of them.  I'D certainly like to!”  My head turned in her direction as she'd started speaking, and I don't know which shocked me more, her words ... or the fact that, while my attention had, a moment before, been turned to Tim, she'd pulled her skirt all the way up to her waist, spread her lovely, stocking-bisected thighs apart and now, with it pointed right at me, was casually stroking the hair of her pussy!

I stared at this in wonder, excitement, and great confusion .. my head snapped around to look at Tim, who was smiling (just adding to my confusion: husbands aren’t supposed to act this way), then back to Jill, who wasn’t exactly acting like a pillar of the community, either, especially as she insouciantly slid one finger into her slot.  Finally, I blurted, “WHAT’S GOING ON??”

“Simple,” said Jill, “you're being seduced.”

I turned to Tim, wordless.

“Chris,” he said, "we both believe in doing whatever makes us and our special friends feel good.  Jill loves to suck cock” -- the shock of those words used in relation to the sweet, innocent-looking woman I, for all practical purposes, adore is indescribable -- “and she's wanted to wrap her lips around your joint ever since the first time she saw it bulging in your pants.”

“There’ve been times, Chris,” the subject of our discussion, now busily sliding a finger in and out of her vagina, said, “that I've wanted to eat you so bad that my jaws have ached.”

I stared back and forth, like a judge at a tennis match, in ever-growing confusion.  Finally, I had to ask Tim, “Doesn't that BOTHER you?”

“Nope,” he said.  "I love Jill very much and want her to have whatever she wants.  Frankly, I get turned on watching her get a tonsil-bath.”

This was incredible -- and SO tempting!  Yet .. years and years of conditioning...!  “That's why,” Jill said, breathing (understandably) heavy, "we brought you over: to make a deal -- assuming, of course, that you find me attractive....?”

"Oh, yes! I think you're .. beautiful!"

“Good ..  and thank you.  The first part of the deal is this: you lay back and relax, and I'll suck that beautiful cock of yours until there's not a drop of juice left in it.  All you have to do is lay there end enjoy ..  and come, until you can’t come any more.  Like it so far?”

“It .. it sounds .. very ... exciting.”

Tim softly chimed in: “There IS a second part to the deal, though, Chris.  We both enjoy being photographed and photographing each other.  If you're going to get the pleasure of her mouth, I want the pleasure of taking pictures of it”

THAT was like an icewater enema, and finally ripped -- snapped -- my eyes off Jill's digital self-impalement .. yet my dilemma of wanting to but being hesitant to was so obvious that Tim said, “Tell you what, Chris: what if all three of us take off our clothes (not that Jill's got much left to remove)?  Jill will suck me off and you can watch.  If you don't think you'd like getting the same treatment then, afterwards, we'll all put on our clothes, have a cup of coffee, and forget this ever happened.  We'll never bring up the subject again ..  and won't listen if YOU do.

“On the other hand, if you decide you'd like some of the same as what I've gotten, you'll never get a better blowjob in your life -- and, I suspect, that'll be just the first of MANY sessions you'll have with my darling Hotpants, here .. and we'll have photos that, someday, I GUARANTEE you'll be darn glad we took.”

“Hotpants” was living up to her newly-coined name, both hands burrowing busily in her box.  As I looked at her once more, she melted my heart by saying, “Please, Chris .. I want to do it all so VERY badly.  If you like me ..  you'll let me...!”

“I'll...” ohmigod, the excitement on her face and in my head!  “.. I'll try."

“Oh .. CHRIS!” She exploded, her hips heaving, her fingers burying themselves in her lushness.  “”THANK -- GOD! -- YOU, Chris -- JESUS!” and I watched in utter fascination as her climax ran through her for what seemed like a fall minute before it finally began to subside.

I think you can reach a point, after multiple shocks, where you can't really be shocked much more.  Finding out two people I respect as much as anyone in the world were into really (when you think about it) weird sex, that a woman I adored wanted to do things to my body that I'd had trouble even fantasizing about, the unexpected chance to finally find out what sex was all about, even if it was to be in a setting I couldn't possible have anticipated -- all that and my usual high sex drive combined to make me emotionally numb, and what followed to seem strangely .. normal and acceptable.

I watched almost detachedly as Tim stood and chivalrously helped Jill off the couch, lovingly sucking each of her fingers before kissing her on the mouth.  I could not tear my eyes away (although I felt like I should) as Tim turned her to face me, and she smiled warmly at me as he unzipped her dress in back and lowered it over her hips to that, quickly, I could see her entire body, her beautifully slim-but-mature body in its minimal and excitingly exotic lingerie, the black hose making all the more startling the nakedness of her full thighs and the sleek perfection of her legs in their stilted heels.

As Tim, standing next to her, started removing his clothes very UNselfconsciously, Jill began caressing her now-naked breasts while asking, "Do you like my body, Chris?”

“It's..” dry-mouthed “..beautiful.' A wider smile from her.

"I think yours will be, too, Chris,” Jill said.  I had severe reservations about THAT statement, but kept them to myself.  "I love my body,” she continued.  “It gives me so much pleasure, and lets me give other special people like YOU so much pleasure.  I love to have it photographed doing beautifully obscene things.”

“Beautifully obscene,” at that point, seemed to be a contradictory phrase but, still, I kept that thought to myself --”and, if you let Tim take pictures of me sucking you and making you feel good, we'll let you see other pictures of me doing all kinds of exciting things.  Would you like that?”  I made a wordless noise that didn’t mean anything: the thought of seeing her in action and the thought of being in the pictures myself kind of cancelled each other out.

By this time, Tim was naked.  I had to admit that, for a guy his age, he was in pretty good shape -- but his cock looked so .. so .. NORMAL .. that I felt dread when Jill stepped toward me in her high heels, held out her hand, and asked, “Chris ..  would you let me undress you?”  It was asked so sweetly that, even though I wanted to run and hide, I couldn't say no to her, so I wordlessly stood up end let her do to me what she wanted.

Staring almost hypnotically into my eyes (even when she's in spike heels -- almost always -- I'm still quite a bit taller than her), she undid my shirt and pulled it off of me .. and then put her arms around me and kissed me!  I’d never been kissed like that in my entire life!  I got the full tongue routine which, in the first few seconds, shocked me and, very much aware of Tim somewhere around us, I tried to gently pull away, but Jill was having none of that, so I lost myself in her mouth, even when she started pressing her pussy against my almost painful hard-on bulging my pants, and rubbing her stiff nipples against my naked chest.

As soon as the kiss broke, Jill slid her hands over my chest and then, still looking up into my eyes, slowly knelt before me, removing my shoes and socks before reaching up, and undoing my pants, sliding them down my legs to my knees.  I was blushing furiously and wanted to run as she grasped my shorts, a strange, anticipatory look on her face, end slid them down to join my pants.

She gasped and, in utter fear, I waited for her to say the words that I'd figured, for years, would come from the first woman who ever saw my equipment: “Ohmigod, that's too big and ugly!”  To my amazement, my delight and, I think, to my commitment to follow through on what my seducers had so shockingly proposed, Jill's fingers lightly touched my oversized prick -- making both it and me jump -- and said, in tones of awe as she looked straight at it, “My God, it's beautiful!”   She stroked a couple more times, ran her fingers over my balls and said again, “It's beautiful, Chris.  Oh, I want to eat it!”

I knew at that moment that, before the afternoon was over, she would, if for no other reason than that I was hopelessly in love with her:  I'd expected criticism and ridicule for years and, instead, she'd given me enthusiastic approval.  That's heady stuff from any woman, but ESPECIALLY from one you respect and adore.

Jill held up her hands to me and I pulled her from her submissively kneeling position.  This time, when she moved into my arms to kiss me, there was nothing to prevent full contact between our erotically-charged bodies .. and I didn't even attempt to get away from her as I participated fully in the kiss she offered me, trying to give as good as I was getting.

Finally, our lips parted and, breathing heavily while one of her hands reached down to stroke my salami in a way that almost drove me crazy, she said, “Chris, I love to suck cock more than doing anything else in the world.   Not only do I want to see how I can handle one as beautiful and big as this, I'm excited at the thought that I'll be the first women to ever wrap my lips around it.”

A sudden flash of light made me jump: I looked and It was Tim, who'd just taken a picture of our naked bodies pressed together.  It was a sobering reminder of what was in store and, again, I had the urge to grab my clothes and run out the door -- but any move I might have made in that direction was headed off by Jill wrapping her fingers tighter around my dong (“It's so big,” she said one night after I'd used that word, “that we should call it AT LEAST a DING-dong; it certainly rings MY chimes!  Maybe 'Big Ben' would be a good name for It.”) and squeezed, unbelievably thrillingly.  “Don't worry about that, Chris,” she sighed at me, “Watch my lips, instead, watch what they do to bring pleasure, and think about how they're going to feel when they start doing the same thing to you.”  Another flash.  Shit, between one of her arms around my neck and her hand holding my cock, there was no way to escape .. and, my mind rationalized, the damage had already been done: Mom would have a kitten if she ever saw those two photos just by themselves, so I might as well go all the way....

My surrender to the inevitable must have been obvious, because I got another tongue-filled kiss from Jill and, this time, I returned it with fall enthusiasm -- and to hell with Tim and his camera....

Finally, Jill pulled away, saying, "I think we're all ready now.  I know I am.  Sit here, Chris,” she told me, indicating the end cushion on the sofa, “Just sit back and relax .. and watch what I do to Tim -- and WANT to do to YOU, if you'll let me.”

I kicked off my now-completely superfluous pants and shorts and sat, doing my best, however, to keep my erection out of sight -- without much success -- and watched as Tim put his camera down, then moved into Jill's outstretched arms for a naked body-intertwined tongues kiss that, among other things, featured Tim’s fingers toying with and molding Jill's garterbelt-framed ass, which was pointed right at me.  When they finally moved away from each other, both their faces and their bodies were flushed.

I watched in fascination as Tim sat on the end of the coffeetable directly in front of me, in profile, while Jill picked up a couple of throw cushions from the other end of the sofa and dumped them on the floor in front of him, between his feet.  Tim leaned forward as soon as she gracefully knelt on the cushions and, again, they kissed, this time his hands caressing her swollen breasts and squeezing her already-hard nipples.

When the kiss ended, Tim spread his legs even wider apart and leaned back, his outstretched arms supporting his torso at about a 45-degree angle.  Jill took his only half-hard cock in her hands and began caressing it as she looked up into Tim’s face -- her physical excitement reflected in her own adoring face -- and told him, “Come a lot for me, my darling: I want Chris to see how much I enjoy swallowing every single drop.” He just smiled and, like me, watched as Jill's head dropped and she took his cock into her mouth.

I was, to say the least, totally fascinated.  I’d seen pictures of girls doing this, but (like centerfolds in PLAYBOY) they never seemed like real people.  It just had never occurred to me that there might be nice women I know who not only sucked cock, but who ENJOYED doing it -- and there was no hiding the fact that this woman I'd near-worshipped for so long was REALLY digging whet she was doing!

She did it all: stroked Tim’s prick while she kissed his balls, licked his now-rigid cock and then, wrapping her rosy lips around the head of it, slowly dropped her mouth down to take the fall length inside her, all accompanied by pleased sounds, sighs and moans of pleasure deep in her throat.

Tim -- a man who, in many ways, is my “father role-model” --was not being exactly silent himself, hissing between his teeth as her mouth did all manner of lewd things to his prick.  He seemed so wrapped up in it that it came as a small shock when, with no preamble, he asked, “Chris, I've got a reason for asking this ...  but how many women have you had sex with in your life?”

I started to lie or, at least, equivocate but, instead, the truth dropped out: “None.”

“Well,” he continued, his head back, his eyes closed, "you seem to like women, judging from your reaction to Jill.  What's been the problem?”

It seemed like a relief to finally be able to say, “Because I'm afraid of them.”  He opened his eyes for a second and looked at me, silently cocking one eyebrow as a question mark.  "I found out real early that I'm not .. ah .. built .. like most guys” -- a pleased sounding end enthusiastic “MMM!” from deep in Jill's throat made me almost lose my train of thought -- “and I've always been afraid I’d scare women .. or they'd think it's .. ugly ..” I was blushing again by the time I finished that.

Jill's eyes were closed, too, as one of her hands reached out to caress my naked knee, her other hand and her mouth seeming to intensify what they were doing to Tim as, almost to himself, he told me, “Chris, have we got a surprise for you, then!  We know some women -- and Jill is one of them -- who think that the way you're hung is beautiful.  They'll fight for the privilege of having you fuck them.”  A pause.  “Of course, having a cock like that is no guarantee of pleasing a woman -- although it certainly helps a lot -- so, if you're willing, and carrying in mind that it'll all end up being photographed, I think we, especially Jill, would like to teach you how to REALLY bring pleasure to a woman.  Besides getting you invited back to a lot of beds, it'll be a lot of fun learning: It's all lab courses.”

Jill's caressing hand had slid up to my naked thigh, now.  Very distracting.  “Just imagine Jill, as she's dressed right now, laying underneath you on the bed, those beautiful legs wrapped around your waist, with you stroking your cock in and out of her tight, juicy cunt.”

Involuntarily, I moaned: “Jeesuz!”

Jill's fingers squeezed my legs in appreciation.

"I assume,” Tim said dryly, his eyes still closed, his breathing becoming ragged, “that means you like the mental pictures.”

“Of course,” I muttered.

“Well, you think about that offer for awhile .. because I've got other things to think about right now.”

With that, his head dropped back again and his body seemed to arch, emphasizing his rock-hard cock and what his beautiful wife was doing to it -- and what she was doing made her turn loose of me, both of her hands beginning to stroke Tim's balls while her mouth moved up end down his cock and his sensation curve zoomed upward.   “Jill .. oh, darling ..  that’s .. beautiful .. brace yourself .. I .. here .. oh..!”

Suddenly, to the accompaniment of encouraging sounds from deep within Jill's throat, Tim went crazy, his hips jutting up and he came, one spasm after another blasting out of his balls and roaring into her mouth for her to hungrily swallow as she seemed to climax herself.  Tim let loose with such a load that some of it escaped from Jill's busy lips and, as Tim slowly came beck down to earth, gasping and heaving for breath, I was fascinated to see Jill's tongue come out and lick up the pearly-gray leavings .. and I was even more fascinated when Tim pulled himself together, set up, took Jill's flushed face in his hands and kissed her full on the lips, his tongue obviously part of the action.  I mean like, hey, he'd just finished coming in her mouth and now he was kissing her.  If I hadn’t seen it, I couldn't have imagined any man doing that ....

Looking back, I think that, subconsciously, I began to realize Mom was wrong: sex may be lewd and obscene but, when done for the right reasons -- pleasure, love, fun -- It's NOT dirty!

That was a valuable lesson.

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