WHAT LANA TAUGHT ME part 5 

"I had a really good time," Cindy said, as we sat side by side on swings at 
the playground down the street.  Bart and Lana were right; she was happy to 
go out with me, she'd been waiting for me to ask, and now it was the end of 
our first date, and I had no idea what to do.  So I moved my swing over, and 
tried to kiss her.

She kissed back, for a moment, and then moved away.  Sitting in swings, I 
couldn't get any closer without getting up.  "I really like you, Ricky," she 
said. "But I don't want to rush things."

"I'm not trying to rush anything," I said, a bit desperately since of course 
that's exactly what I was doing.  "But I really like you, too, and I'd 
really like to kiss you for a minute."

It was an incredibly dorky thing to say, but somehow setting a time limit 
made it okay.  She got up from the swing and we went over to a little shaded 
area, not too visible from the street (but not completely secluded either), 
and sat down.

"I've been through a really bad relationship once," Cindy said. "It's not 
something I want to go through again."

"It won't," I said.  "What happened?  Tell me-- if you want somebody to talk 
to."

She swallowed hard. "He wanted me to do things that I wasn't ready to do." 
My lurid porn-fired imagination took over, and I suddenly imagined sweet 
Cindy in S&M gear or something. "Like what?"

She shuddered at the memory.  "He wanted me to... do it with him.  And I 
just wasn't ready for that. And other things... to him.  I don't want to 
feel that kind of pressure from you."

Don't sit in my lap and you won't feel the pressure, I thought.  "I don't 
want to do anything you don't want to do," I lied.  "But I really like you 
and I'd really like to kiss you."

"I want to kiss you, too, Ricky," she said, and closed her eyes.  I leaned 
forward and our lips met, and we kissed on the outside for a moment before I 
let my tongue slowly travel to her mouth.  It met hers, but for the moment 
she didn't seem to want to let it go any further.

I put my hand around her waist, aiming for that neutral area above the hips, 
but apparently not quite high enough, because she soon moved my hand up an 
inch or two.  Now I felt her tongue relax a little and I let mine travel in 
a little further.  She seemed okay with that, so now I let my leg rest 
against hers.  She let me do that, too, but her knees stayed tightly 
together.  It was interesting now to be making out (however timidly) with 
someone who was as petite and bony as Lana was full-figured and womanly.

We kissed like this for a moment but my efforts to go further were resisted 
at every turn--my hands moved up a little and her elbow clamped down along 
her side, I stuck my tongue in further and I found myself kissing her ear, 
which wasn't all bad as I nuzzled her neck and she moaned softly.  Then, 
suddenly, she stood up.

"I think it's time to go," she said.  "We should go out again," she added.

"Uh, sure," I said, trying to hide the tentpole in my pants.

*  *  *

Bart answered the door with his shirt off and a beer in his hand.  "Hey, 
tiger, did you get any?"

"Are you kidding," I said, as he let me in and reached for a beer for me.

"We, uh, kissed a little, but that was all."

"Well, kid, the chase is half the fun," he said.  "At least, it is till you 
catch them, then the fucking is all the fun.  So you must be having a 
serious case of the blue balls, all making out and no relief," he said.

I shrugged, a little embarrassedly.  "We'll see what we can do about that," 
he said, and sat down next to me on the couch, rubbing my crotch as my cock 
rapidly grew again.

"Is Lana here?"

"It's girl's night out," he said.  "And boy's night in, if you're willing 
and you'd like to do something about those blue balls of yours," he said, 
reaching into my fly and pulling out a hard and until now, rather ignored 
cock, and dropping to his knees to put it in his mouth.

Bart glided up and down my cock with his mouth, enveloping it with his 
tongue in a way even Lana didn't seem to get quite right (not that I had any 
other female for comparison at that point). Meanwhile he roamed over my 
chest, tweaking my nipples and rubbing me with his rough, manly hands.  I 
wasn't quite sure what else to do, so I just sort of half-heartedly rubbed 
his back and head as he did it.  After my carefully controlled makeout 
session with Cindy, I was ready to pop, and it only took a little of his 
attentions before I was coming in his mouth and he swallowed it quickly with 
each spurt.

When I was done he moved back up onto the couch and pulled my shirt over my 
head, then put his arms around me and we kissed for the first time.  I was 
getting so I liked the rough hairy feeling of another man, it was so 
different from a big fluffy pillow like Lana.  Since I had just cum, though, 
I wasn't keen on sucking him off at that second, so I just kind of rubbed 
his pants and felt his cock getting hard in his pants.

Guess I misgauged the effect of that because in no time somehow we were both 
completely out of our clothes and he was laying back while I was pulling on 
his hot hard cock.  I looked it over as I pulled the uncircumcised glans 
over the head; I had played with it and licked it before now but this was my 
first chance to study it.  It seemed so natural now, I liked playing with my 
own cock (obviously), so it was nothing strange to play with somebody 
else's.  I thought about what Cindy, my date earlier that evening, had said 
about being pressured to suck some earlier boyfriend and the almost visceral 
dislike she had had for the idea.  What was the problem? I wondered, as I 
licked the tip, outlined the head with my tongue, and then tried to imitate 
Bart's movements as I glided up and down the shaft, going further and 
further each time as the head reached deeply back into my mouth, just 
stopping short of the gag reflex.

I sucked and sucked, feeling his scratchy pubic hair in my nose, cupping his 
balls in my hand, and it wasn't long until I felt his body stiffen up and 
then the first spurt hit my throat, filling my mouth with a warm salty 
taste.  I swallowed it down automatically, seemed easier than dealing with 
it if I let it out, and it was no big deal after I had swallowed my own a 
couple of times.  Another spurt came and I kept it in my mouth for a second, 
then washed it down.  A smaller one, and I let that linger on my lips as I 
lifted my mouth off his cock and kissed the head, then nuzzled his balls.

Bart led me to the bedroom now.  Again, I was a bit nervous because I really 
didn't intend to get boned up the ass, but I couldn't find a way to say that 
to him.  But we just snuggled together under the sheets, playing with each 
other's nipples and cock.  He kissed his way down my chest and licked around 
my cock, sucking on my balls, and then-- he was spreading my ass, licking my 
asshole.  My God, I'd never even thought of such a thing before, I suppose 
it must have been in Penthouse Forum but somehow the very concept had eluded 
me and now here he was, tickling my pucker with his tongue, trying to force 
it inside.  It blew my mind, I'd let him do anything at that instant.   
Almost.

Then he started playing with my asshole with a wet finger and before I knew 
it he had slid a finger inside me.  Again, nothing I hadn't done to myself, 
and with a bigger item (a candle), but still, it was a shock, I felt like he 
had taken control of me, which only made me more nervous.  Sure enough, a 
moment later he was kissing my face and saying, "God, Rick, I want to fuck 
you so bad.  Please let me show you how awesome it could be."

I couldn't do it, and I finally stammered out the fact.  He tried to 
persuade me some more, and offered to let me fuck him first, but I just 
wouldn't agree. Finally he suggested something else, and persuaded me that 
it wasn't just a trick to slip his cock in my ass while I wasn't looking.   
He told me to lie down on my stomach, and got some lube from the nightstand 
and spread it up and down the crack of my ass.  Then he lay on top of me, 
laying his cock down in the trench of my buttocks, and began to rub himself 
against my ass without fucking me.  I reached under myself and began to work 
my cock in the same rhythm as he fucked my crack.  It was really exciting to 
have him on top of me, feel him getting more excited and worked up as he 
slid up and down on my ass without being inside me.  I felt him stiffen up 
and little spurts hit my back. Then he lay down on me, our sweat gluing us 
together, and it only took a few more strokes before I came in my hand.

Sometime toward the morning Lana came home.  She didn't seem surprised to 
see us in bed together; seeing me awake she slipped off her clothes, first 
pulling the straps down of her dress to reveal her big floppy tits and soft 
belly, then letting it drop over her big round ass and revealing her furry 
mound. She climbed in next to me and we kissed, and as I felt her massive 
hips I realized I smelled pussy on her lips.  It hadn't occurred to me until 
then that girl's night out meant that.

She stroked me until I was hard again and then climbed on top, her weight 
pushing me down into the bed, her stomach rolling over mine, her huge melons 
dangling in my face as I licked the nipples, again tasting pussy that didn't 
quite taste like Lana.  She rode me for about ten minutes, eventually 
shaking the bed enough that Bart rolled over and pulled a pillow over his 
head.  I came, the third time that night, and she squeezed my cock tight 
with her vaginal muscles, then rolled off of me and reached down into the 
goo, smearing it on her huge tits and squeezing her thick pencil-stub 
nipples.  I did the only logical thing, and licked the mixture of who knew 
how many peoples' goo off her chubby tits.   It sure was good to have 
friends who took care of your needs after a frustrating date.