Studed #2-- Pee Wee's Catskill Sex - Sex Stories

Studed #2-- Pee Wee's Catskill Sex

... tradition, I felt uneasy witnessing such an intimate act. Nonetheless, I respected their cultural differences. Fletch finally came out of the steam room, and looked at us and laughed,

"Best blow job I ever had. I'm thinking of moving to Bulgaria. The people seem to be very friendly and appreciate a good-sized cock."

He then turned to me,

"Sorry, Pee Wee, I don't think it's for you. Your dick is too fucking small. Hahaha!"

That was my guy Fletch, his humor and sarcasm were always mixed.

"You should go in the steam room," said Fletch, "They love Americans."

"No, I don't think so. It's not for me, my dick is too small. "

"Oh yeah, I forgot," said Fletch.

"So where do we go from here?"

When Fletch spotted a wooden beach chair on the way to the dance club and he sat down, but Larry and I continued on.

Larry offered his advice. "There is a dark dance studio for horny housewives over in building three. It's in the basement, but some pretty wild things go on there, even in the afternoon. They have booths if you want to hide out only a few doors away.

We walked a short distance to this 'dance basement' where they played top-forties music. From outside we could hear Pat's 'Love Letters' By the time we got down the rickety stairs, Jerry Lee's 'Great Balls' was on the turntable, more to my style than Booney, who was the eternal good boy. The room had the smell one would expect from a small dance club. I hooked up dancing with a young married woman who ...

... told me,

"My hubby is in New York working. I'm so horny for cock I could blow the doorman."

"No need for that You can blow me?

"Are you circumcised?"

"You're going to find out," I said, we were both laughing. I wasn't cut, but I figured if I pulled my foreskin back she probably wouldn't know the difference.

Evelyn wasn't the prettiest flower in the garden. She had a long nose and a mild acne condition, but two nice tits she called 'the bruisers.'

"Do you have a gal for my buddy," I asked Evelyn. "He likes them loose and fast."

"Oh yeah," Evelyn responded, "Let me find Irene, she's here somewhere, wait for me."

I motioned Larry to stand next to me and told him the deal.

"She better be better looking than the one you got, or I'm out of this stink hole."

Evelyn showed up just after his depreciating remark with a pretty dark-haired girl in tow. The new girl was pretty, with dark curly hair, a model's face, She was about 5'2," and her sweater was filled out adequately. She introduced her to us,

"Guys, this is Irene."

Evelyn added quietly so only we two could hear, "She's on the rag, but she'll be happy to blow either one of you.

"You girls got a room somewhere, I could use some fresh

air," said Larry, always planning.

"Sure, said Irene, she was already fondling Larry's package that turned into a hard-on.

We climbed up the stairs, and Irene and Evelyn led us across the street to their hotel room on the 3rd floor. The girls must have been ...