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Chapter 17 An Old Friend Returns


I’d no sooner got out of my shower than Sarah returned my phone call. Mother answered and spoke nearly half an hour with her - - - goodness knows about what. Some minutes before she motioned me to take the phone, I did overhear her telling Sarah all about our newly arrived family member. I was thankful Karen was up in Natalie’s bedroom with Tammy. She would surely have turned shades of crimson hearing my mother carry on about her so.

When I was finally passed the phone, Sarah told me she’d just spoken with Smitty. She related the fact they’d all be eternally grateful if I brought Max back home. I was damn relieved for Max’s sake, I should add. The poor ol’ dog must have lost ten pounds over the last few days, and it certainly wasn’t from the lack of food or drink. Nope. That poor ol’ mutt was being fucked and sucked plumb to death. I rounded up the enormous mutt and not twenty minutes later we were on Smitty’s porch. Ol’ Max was bouncing and prancing around like he was on drugs. He was home, and he was damn happy about it.

Ruthie burst out of the house and wrapped her arms snugly and lovingly around the large dog. It did my heart good to see him doted over so affectionately. And I must add, nobody seemed to be as happy about the reunion as Max himself. He had no idea why his world had been turned upside down, taken off as he had been to foreign soil. Well, that was over now, thankfully. And Sarah gave me a big hug after she’d given a big welcome home embrace to Max.

After entering the house, Sarah poured me up a nice tall glass of lemonade before again turning her attention back to Ruthie and Max, who were at the moment rolling around in play on the living room floor.
“Looks like he’s a few pounds lighter,” Sarah observed.

I must admit I wasn’t really watching the two on the floor, though. All the time, my eyes had been drawn to the tall, blond’s nearly transparent shift she was wearing but more specifically to the chest area where two puffy areola and two hard buttons pushed resolutely against the thin material. Sans bra, her breasts moved heavily, sluggishly and seductively within the fabric. It was all I could do not to reach out and grasp the protruding flesh.

Her comment did finally soak into my larger head, which I shook slightly to bring me out of my stupor. I smiled and nodded my head. “Yeah, sorry about that,” I said. “Hell, he’s been living in a house full of nymphomaniacs. Another week or two and he’d have been too weak to make the trip home. Without a doubt he’d have had to be put on life support.”

Sarah laughed, shaking her head and adding, “Poor ol’ Max. You hear that, Ruthie! We better let him rest up some.”

It seemed obvious to me that Ruthie could have given a fuck less that ol’ Max needed a bit of rest. Hell, he was home. That was all that really mattered to Ruthie. Her very best friend had finally come home.

“Are you saying your bitches haven’t been treating you so well?” Sarah asked with a sly smirk, pinching her two arms together a wee bit causing her two large mammaries to strain even harder into the shift. She then tantalizingly teased me by shaking her upper torso a bit, clearly enjoying the attention her breasts were getting. Unquestionably, she was taking great delight in over this erotic torment.

Beyond any and all capacity to do otherwise, I finally relented, raising and twisting my left hand to grasp her right tit. She smiled and relaxed her arms, allowing my fingers to clutch it firmly. “It’s not that at all, Sarah. Hell, I need some relief, too. As much as I couldn’t wait to bring poor ol’ Max back home, I realized I would be in even more trouble. He was darn good to have around, even though he was pretty obviously abused. And now, I guess you know, we’ve just received another female addition to the family.” All the while I continued squeezing and feeling her breast flesh. She smiled the whole time, but her eyes were nearly closed, relishing my touch.

“Poor, poor Jimmy,” Sarah said in jest. “You’re gonna dry up and blow away. That’s plain as day. I guess you’ll need bit of help from Riley and Smitty.”

“My thoughts exactly,” I replied, pulling her to me and kissing her. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me tightly against her. Her warmth and smell were so uniquely hers, and she felt so damn good.
After nearly a minute, Sarah took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Once the bedroom door was shut, she turned and rubbed her left hand into my crotch, before leaning forward and kissing me again. I couldn’t help but respond to this tall, blond-haired beauty. Even though my dick had been nearly squeezed to death just three hours before, I pushed my crotch harder into her eager hand. She backed away just enough to look into my eyes and grin.

“Your mom told me about you doing your cousin doggie style. I guess you couldn’t help yourself, huh?”

I couldn’t help but giggle at how she put that. “If you saw the little thing,” I said, “you’d know why.”

“Nice, huh?”

“That’s puttin’ it fuckin’ mildly,” I admitted. “You’ll have to see her yourself. You’ll see.”

“Your mom sounded awfully excited, too.”

“Oh, yeah. She wanted the little cunt even more than I did, if that’s possible. I assure you, my dearest mother got a good long taste,” I admitted, looking back down at her lips.

Before I could once again lean forward and suck on them, Sarah moved her head to my neck and began kissing and sucking gently at my flesh. She then backed away, playing her tongue about her lips before adding, “I wish I could have been there, too.”

“She was so fuckin’ tight I think she might have done damage to my pecker,” I chuckled out.

“Oh, no! Please don’t ever let that happen,” she replied in fake horror. “You’d better let me examine it. I’m an expert cock examiner.”

I couldn’t help but laugh out, as I figured that would be like dangling a bone before a hungry dog. Talk about letting the fox guard the hen house. Well, you get the idea. Needless to say, my youthful pecker was already straining at my jeans, fighting to be set free. No sooner than I pulled them down, Sarah had the fingers of her left hand wrapped firmly around it, pulling me over to the bed.

“Careful!” I cried out. “You’re going to pull it off!”

Sarah swung her tight ass around to sit on the edge of the bed. She pulled me up close and raised her right hand under my scrotum. Lifting the sack, while moving my cock out of the way, she bent forward and kissed and sucked gently at each ball.

“I really doubt I have much left in ‘em,” I honestly admitted, shaking uncontrollably from the feelings her mouth was giving me. “The little bitch drained me dry.”

Sarah backed up enough to look me in the face. “What a nasty little cunt. Let’s see if we can relax them. Have you ever had your balls massaged?”

“What?”

“A ball massage. Just spread your legs a bit. I’ll show you how it’s done,” she said, giving me a serene and dreamy smile.

Sarah lifted and squeezed my ball sack gently, over and over again - - - lifting, squeezing, releasing and letting them fall. From time to time she would gently twist the sack and pull in down gently, throttling the upper part between her thumb and index finger. Within a minute I could hardly remain standing on my feet without placing a hand on her shoulder for balance.

She asked me to climb onto the bed and move my ass right to the edge. Then she had me raise my legs, grabbing my ankles. If any guy ever told me he’d done this, I honestly wouldn’t be able to picture such a contorted image in my mind. However, once she lowered her mouth back down to my dangling sack and went to work on it, damn, it was the best friggin’ feeling I’d ever had. Her tongue, lips, fingers, hell, everything got into the action. There was no way I could possibly watch. I couldn’t help but close my eyes in delight. It was fucking awesome.

Sarah somehow sucked and wallowed each of my balls in and out of her mouth, then, while her fingers went back to the massage routine, she’d bite down into my shaft, raking her teeth across the engorged flesh. The next thing I knew, she was lapping long and hard at my scrotum. “Shit,” I thought. “I hope this never ends.” Famous last words.

“What the fuck!” came a loud voice, abruptly interrupting Sarah’s routine.

Sarah instantly stopped, and I opened my eyes to find Riley, of all people, standing over us.

“What in the heck’s going on?” Riley asked.

“Jimmy’s balls hurt,” said Sarah, giggling and winking at Riley. “I thought I’d relax him.”

“Fuck, Riley!” I exclaimed. “What the hell did you do that for? Damn, here I was not wanting her to ever fuckin’ stop and here you go and ruin everything!”

“Sorry, Fucker!” came Riley’s retort. “I thought she was chewing your balls off! Hell, she had a fucking mouthful!”

“Yeah,” I replied. “And it was fuckin’ great.”

“You feel better now, Jimmy?” Sarah asked, knowing full well what my answer would be.

“Damn, Sarah. You have to teach that to the other girls. Where in the hell did you learn to do that? It feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before. And yeah, I feel a hundred percent better.”

“Great,” she replied. “You want to fuck me or what?”

“Hey!” Riley bellowed out, as if he’d been ostracized. “What about me? Mom and Jeannie have both been on the rag or something for days. I ain’t had one bit of attention!”

I shook my head and looked at Sarah. “As much as I hate to say this, I guess you better help Riley out. It sounds like he’s gonna fuckin’ die or something,” I reluctantly said, relinquishing any claim I might have had on the blond bombshell.

She grinned devilishly. “I was up for a good ass fucking anyway. I’d really started to miss you, Riley.” Sarah got to her feet and pulled her shift up over her head. Her large, perfectly formed breasts moved lazily about as she bent over to pull off her panties. “Are we going to do the nasty or not?”

Riley instantly jumped to attention and began disrobing in record time. Sarah walked over and picked up a rather healthy size pump container of lubricant. “Nothing like buying the economy size,” I thought, smiling to myself, “especially if you know a guy named Riley.”

Sarah passed the bottle to Riley and bent over the bed. Her forearms and head flopped down on the mattress. She moved about to position her ass at a good height for him. All the time Riley watched her round butt moving seductively about. And, as Riley always did, the boy suddenly got that look in his eyes. A fighter jock might call it target fixation. I ain’t so sure what Riley calls it, but clearly, he was cocked, locked and ready for action.

He slathered his pole with lubricant and pushed an ample amount into Sarah’s tight asshole. As he got behind her, he stopped long enough to dry his hands across her back and ass, giving himself a long and slow feel of her ass flesh. She apparently appreciated the attention, too, as she “oohed” loudly, enjoying the feel of his hands roughly and forcefully upon her.

Riley wrapped his right hand about the base of his dick and moved into her. Sarah relaxed her sphincter, as his bulbous head invaded her tight ass. In no longer time than it took to let out one long gasp, Riley pushed his pecker up inside her. He then clasped her waist with both hands and began doing what Riley does best, pounding away at her ass.

Even though I’d watched the boy do his thing a number of times before, even to my own sister and mother, well, I have to say, it is truly some spectacle to watch. Sarah couldn’t help but cry out at the assault. You see, Riley didn’t know gentle; it wasn’t in the boy’s vocabulary.

Sarah flopped about like some kind of rag doll. Her heavy breasts pumped in and out of the mattress in perfect time with Riley’s pounding, smashing down, flattening out and rebounding. He was soon snorting and hissing, a sound I knew all too well. Riley was about to explode. As suddenly as that thought crossed my mind, his mouth opened wide and his body began quaking all over. Sarah responded in kind. But I could only imagine her climax must have had something to do with Riley’s. Frankly, it’s hard for me to understand how a woman could get any pleasure out of such an ass reaming.

They both fell forward upon the bed, breathing like friggin’ freight trains. I could do nothing but shake my head at the boy. “To each his own,” I figured. But it was good to see my ol’ buddy back on track again. I had truly been more than just a little worried about him.

As they moved off to the bathroom, I dressed and wandered back out to find Ruthie. Not at all surprising, I found her and Max sitting on the sofa. Ruthie’s arm was wrapped about the dogs huge back. Both appeared to be sharing in a moment of bliss - - - just “glad to be here”.

“I can see you’re both very happy to see each other, huh?” I said, as I moved over to flop down in a large, overstuffed chair. It was also hard not to notice the slobber around the girl’s blouse. Max, as you know, takes great pleasure in lapping at breast flesh. From the look on Ruthie’s face, I’d have to say he’d been at hers for a good while.

“Yeah,” Ruthie replied. “I’m glad he’s come home. I missed him so much.”

I couldn’t help but rub at my still swollen cock. Ruthie smiled and walked over to the chair. Not one for small talk, she knelt down and watched me squeeze and knead my hidden appendage.
“You want me to do it?” she meekly asked, looking up into my eyes in her shy way.

“Have you just been with Max?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“No,” she replied, lifting her left hand to my crotch. “He just licked me a little. That’s all.” During the admission, she had raised her other hand to squeeze at her right breast, to show unmistakably what exactly had been licked.

“You missed him licking your tits, huh?”

The girl nodded her head and bashfully grinned. I leaned forward in the chair and roughly squeezed at the breast she had lifted, pinching down hard on her large nipple. Ruthie squeaked out against the pain but quickly pushed her youthful breast harder into my hand.

“You like that, don’t you?” I asked, again tugging on the nipple.

Once more she nodded her head, while her eyes clamped tightly shut against the discomfort my thumb and forefinger were causing her. I then directed her to take off her blouse, which she hastily did, watching her large, full breasts move lazily about much like her mother’s had done. Before I could pinch down on both nipples, she shifted forward on her knees, lifting and squeezing both of her breasts, as if offering them to me as a gift. Indeed, she was and they were. I clamped down tightly on each hard button, yanking and swinging her breasts haphazardly around, fascinated with their weight and density. Ruthie dropped her hands, putting them on her hip and arching her back to push her lovely, firm melons closer into me. As I continued my rough play, she cried out, whimpering like a child.

My pecker was throbbing like crazy. I raised my eyes to focus on the girl’s pouty lips, feeling compelled to penetrate their sweetness and experience their warmth. I released her nipples and flopped back against the chair’s cushion. Before unzipping and releasing my anxious and hungry beast, I couldn’t help but give it a nice long rubdown. I could feel precum pouring out of the eager tip. Once unzipped, I lifted my butt just enough to quickly pull my pants down below my knees. Ruthie instantly wrapped her fingers around my shaft, bringing the palm of her opposite hand up to roll it around the head. The sensation was wonderful, as the palm and ball of her hand slipped and slid around the engorged flesh. The girl then turned her palm over to look at the slimy mess she’d made and rotated the palm my way, too, to make sure I could appreciate the mess she’d made. At that point, she brought it up to her mouth and licked it clean before leaning forward to suck and lick at the sticky mess she’d left there.

Her tongue and drooling mouth really set me off. I eased my butt farther down and forward, bringing my dick to its full length. Ruthie pulled her mouth away from my cock, with precum stringing in a long strand from the head of my dick to her lower lip. When the filament broke, she scooped it up with a finger and stuck it right into her mouth. Her eyes opened wide in delight. She then once again wrapped her fingers around my appendage and began expertly and savagely beating my meat. I had to grasp at the arms of the chair to steady myself. Her hand was moving so fast it could only be seen in a blur. Every muscle, every fiber of my body tensed up against the sensation. My stomach felt like it contained a million butterflies fluttering millions of tiny wings.

Ruthie stopped long enough to lap and bite at my blood-heated flesh. Her tongue lapped and flicked against the massive head of my cock. She then leaned into me, once again lifting one of her large breasts, rubbing its nipple and areola back and forth against the head. The girl then sensed I was about ready to explode, whereupon she opened her mouth and swallowed as much of my cock as she could. Once bottomed out, she began to shake her head convulsively. The feeling was unbelievable. I exploded almost instantly.

She must have got some of my wad down the wrong hole, because she quickly lifted her head and began coughing and choking in spasms. I put her hiatus to good use, wrapping my right hand around my cock and continuing to jerk off. Ruthie quickly composed herself and went about sucking up and swallowing all the white, sticky slime she could get into her mouth.

At long last, I was done - - - totally spent. My head fell back heavily into the back of the chair at the same moment every muscle and fiber in my body went lax. Ruthie went on to lick and clean me with her tongue, finishing by sucking my limp meat back into her mouth and agitating it around with her tongue. Upon spitting it back out, she lovingly lowered her lips one last time to the head, giving it a long, tender kiss.

Just seconds later, Sarah and Riley joined walked out of the bedroom. They both smiled in unison at the two of us, Sarah still on her knees, me spread-eagled and obviously in bliss. I noticed Riley didn’t pay any attention one way or the other to Max. The old dog still lay sprawled out across the sofa. Yeah, it surprised me. Of course, I really didn’t know what reaction to expect.

“It’s good to see you finally out of the house and enjoying life again,” I said to my oldest friend, as I pulled my jeans.

Riley grinned like a possum, as if pondering just which of us could not have been enjoying life. “Yeah, we’ve finally got most of the stuff done. Mom has also decided we should stay in our house, at least for now. She and Jeannie have been sort of low lately but they’ll be fine,” Riley admitted.

“I’m terribly sorry about everything, Riley,” Sarah said, reaching out and patting him about his shoulder in a motherly sort of way.

“It ain’t your fault, and we can’t blame Max. No one can blame him. What’s done is done, I figure. We’ve got to just pick up and go on with our lives.”

No one had anything to say to that. Heads just nodded all around. Ruthie walked over to him as she buttoned up her blouse. Once there, she wrapped an arm around him and hugged him like a long time lover.

Sarah couldn’t help but tell Riley about our newest visitor. This instantly changed the mood in the room.

“What’s that?” he smiled broadly, turning back my way. “You got another whore over there? What the fuck do you need with another cunt?”

I really couldn’t hold back. I let them know what had taken place and what she’d told us about her dad and mom.

“Damn!” Riley exclaimed. “Don’t that beat all.”

“Yeah,” I continued. “She’s the smallest thing you ever did see for an eighteen year old girl. Man, her little cunt liked to have squeezed my pecker right off me.”

“And what about her ass?” Riley asked with a sly grin. Sarah and Ruthie both couldn’t help but laugh at that. How could anyone expect our conversation to have even gone on this long without him bringing up that subject?

“I figured it wouldn’t take long for you to go there. It’s the smallest, tightest little thing you ever did see.”

Sarah laughed out again. “You boys are so perverted.”

“Yeah, but in a good kinda way, wouldn’t you say, Sarah?” came Riley’s quick reply.

She just shook her head. “So, Jimmy. When will we get a chance to meet this little princess?” Sarah asked.

“Why don’t you guys all come over tomorrow night? I bet your mom and sis would like to get out of the house, too,” I said, looking back at Riley.

He nodded his head but gave little else in the way of outward enthusiasm. It just then struck me that maybe it wasn’t such a good time. Maybe we’d best wait a little longer.

“I’ll ask,” Riley said.

Sarah nodded her head slightly when Riley replied. “Jimmy’s right, Riley. Maybe you should ask them both to get out for a while. It will do them both a lot of good.”

Smitty came into the house about that time. The guy looked like he was totally played out. He didn’t have a dry spot on him and looked like he’d just come out of a hurricane.

After all the greetings and salutations were finished, Smitty flopped down in a chair next to the sofa. Max was almost in his lap instantly. Smitty beamed and smiled at the beast, rubbing him roughly about the ears and neck. “Damn good to see you, too, ol’ boy.”

Sarah was the first to interrupt the love-fest. “Jimmy’s invited us over to his house tomorrow night, Smitty. You up for a night out?”

“Hell yes, I am. Thanks for the offer. How’s your mom and everyone doing over that way?”

“Well,” I began. “I know it’s hard to believe but we’ve got yet another pretty young thing living with us now.”

“What? Damn boy!” he cried out. “You collect pussy like a nasty ol’ turd draws flies. Where in the hell did she come from?”

After telling the guy about Karen, he plainly couldn’t wait to meet her. But Smitty had his mind set on someone else, too, and didn’t hesitate one second telling us about it. He openly declared that he’d never had a chance to drop Tammy’s drawers and butter her little muffin, and he plainly wanted some of that. I certainly couldn’t blame him - - - not one bit.

“I’d sure like to get to know that girl,” Smitty said. “Sarah and I’ve talked a good bit about her. I think we’d both like to spend more than just a little time with her.” Smitty gave Sarah a knowing wink, which she quickly returned.

“I bet she’d love to get to know you guys better, too,” I said, knowing I’d need to work on Tammy a bit the next day to get her ready for the little adventure. Tammy wasn’t a self-starter. Well, I was up for the challenge. And if she knew Sarah was going to share the bed, well, that would surely be the clincher.

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