The Van
John Brown! It's been a long time since I've posted here. I hope you'll all excuse me, work has kept me extraordinarily busy. How about the next chapter in my sordid past? I'm in a typing mood.
The next time I saw D she was with her friend, G. I hate using these single-letter names, but anonymity for these ladies is... well, appropriate.
G had a van, you see, and as I recall something had happened to D's car and it wasn't operational. Anyhow, I told her about a porn/fetish shop that was in my neighborhood; it was close, and amusingly the post-op transexual person's mother used to work for my father. Nice person. So D and G drive up to see me and away we go.
We peruse the fetish novelties in the store and I don't believe we found anything, so afterward we were driving back and the two of them begin talking about me.
"He's got the greatest cock," D demurely noted to her friend, "I really like the size. In fact, pull over."
So we pulled into the parking lot of a Pizza Hut, and she told me to get down on my knees between the front and passenger seat. I was in the back, and after following her instructions, she told me to pull down my jeans. I'll never forget the look on G's face as she watched me; she was a nice-looking older lady, but she had these odd mannerisms that reminded me of a bird. I pulled my jeans down to my knees, and she said, "Play with your cock. I want her to see you hard."
I obeyed, and soon I was fully erect... and a little freaked out. I had lost my virginity only a week earlier, and here I was on my knees in broad daylight in the back of a van having my cock exhibited for the amusement of my new lover and her friend. I masturbated for them, and I remember being scared of cumming because I thought she may become angry if my semen came cascading down onto the floorboard of G's car.
"I'm about to cum," I said, and she nodded her approval. G looked on with this strange look of glee and interest, staring intently at my cock as I worked it for their amusement, and finally I orgasmed. It was quite a bit, actually, and I remember looking down in fear at the little pools that had formed in the blue carpet. They seemed pleased, however, and afterward they had me readjust my pants and dropped me off at home. I would see G again once after that, she dropped us off at a hotel we were staying at for a weekend. Not long before we seperated, D told me a story about a tryst she had recently had with G and an older lesbian woman, and she wanted to try a threesome with she and I. "She's a slut, James, she'll do anything I tell her."
I was aroused by the idea, but although we did end up having a threesome with another woman [probably my next post], I never got to see her again. Unfortunate; I'll always wonder what it would have been like to cavort with the pretty bird-lady.