Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05

... at the gazebo shelter where Stella dumped her pants and shirt, I get dressed. She's still stark naked. The weather is getting cold and I reckon it won't be long till the afternoon rain.

We find the main trail a lot less crowded than when we walked it earlier in the day. Those on it climb down just like us, and have their umbrellas open to shield from the cold drizzle that turns into a light rain. With no such protection, we walk fast. When the cold rain finally starts in earnest, my clothes get soaked and once again, I wish I was butt naked, just like Stella.

Back at the apartment, we spend a lot of time kissing under the hot shower, then eat, then fuck. Then we shower again and lay naked in bed.

"Fuck, that was good," says Stella.

I agree, not knowing what exactly he is talking about. Maybe the fucking in the ass he just got.

"Wanna head out?" I ask her.

I'm on my back. She's on her stomach. We roll to face each other.

"Yes," she says, caressing my face. "We'll fuck again when we get back."

She's insatiable, but that's okay. I can't get enough of her, either.

We get dressed and I remember my earlier resolution to call Stella a boy. I go out with him.

We walk the streets around the center and hang out in the town square. The rain has stopped, though it's still cloudy and chilly. We check out a couple of bitches that are braving the cold afternoon in slutty outfits and talk about what boys like to talk about, getting blown.

"Guys ask to blow ...

... me all the time," he says.

"With a face like yours, I bet they do. You must be getting a lot of blowjobs."

"Yeah," he chuckles. "I do. I can't outrun them every time".

"Lucky you. I don't get many offers. I have to ask them for it. Though it's girls, not guys. And still they say no most of the time."

"Do you like getting blown?" he asks softly.

"Who doesn't? Do you?"

"Yeah... it's okay," he replies. "I like getting my balls licked." His voice hits a softer pitch on the `getting my balls licked' part.

"That's very becoming of you."

He laughs. "I am more of a bottom boy. My hole burns empty. It's a fire I cannot quench."

"Yet you like girls more," I say and think that I'm very lucky to have met this cute and candid bottom boy that half of the time is a hot young woman.

"Yeah. I suppose it's fitting I don't get stiffies anymore. Otherwise I'd jerk off all day ogling at breasts and butts."

We talk female anatomy and preferences. Our vital discussion about tits and asses is cut short by a message I receive on my phone.

"It's Tyler," I tell Stella. "The guy with the flat."

He's out in town like us, and we agree to meet at a small stone bridge, not far from where we are. When we get there, he's waiting for us. I see he has his on and off girlfriend Eve with him. Tyler is about twenty eight, and Eve is two or three years older than that.

"Tyler," I call out. "Eve. Great to see you two."

"Evan," he says, smiling broadly, "I haven't seen you ...