Glamour Shots, Chapter 14 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 14

... Alli laughed, looking from his sex, to his face, and then back at his sex. “I kind of like the way that feels, myself; sort of like now, although maybe not so much.” He just grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at her lasciviously. “On the inside, huh, but not on the outside?” She laughed again as she picked up her cum-stained costume. “Even on the outside is fun – but not on my clothes; I’m going to go see if I can clean these up a little.” She also trailed on down the hall, where she tapped on the door and then disappeared into the bathroom with Marci. Left alone, Michael and I shuffled awkwardly for a few moments. Finally, just to be doing something, I picked up my tights and my shirt and shook them out so that I could put them on. There were a few minor damp spots on my stuff, but no major damage; it looked more like maybe someone had just put a slightly wet or cummy hand down on them, maybe, but no soaked areas. My moving about seemed to break the ice. “Uhhh, Dave, look, about before, with Alli…” “You know, it’s no big deal. I probably over-reacted.” I was very carefully focusing my attention on the garments in my hand as we avoided meeting each other’s eyes. “Dave, I was just screwing around, really! I didn’t expect her to…you know, get so, uh, involved !” “You looked pretty involved too, bud.” He looked surprised. “What, because I got a hardon?” He laughed. “This may come as a news flash to you, my friend, but I guarantee you that was not the first extra-marital hardon ...

... that your wife’s perfect little ass ever inspired!” I straightened and stared at him, our eyes now meeting in an open challenge. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He held his hands out in front of him defensively, waving off the misunderstanding. “No, no, not like that! I’m sure it was the first one she inspired by rubbing it on someone – me, as it so happens – but guys undoubtedly get wood all the time looking at that gorgeous little tush! As I also do, I might add; I sure ain’t immune to it, mi amigo, no matter how often I see Alli in a pair of tight jeans!” I laughed. “Oh, well, yeah, that I can understand! Shit, she still does it to me! Wait a second though; I thought you black guys preferred those big, plush ghetto booties…” His turn to laugh. “You mean like that amazing ass on Marci?” “Well, yeah – but I wasn’t gonna say that!” We both laughed now, the tension gone from the room. “Oh, we do, we do – nothin’ like a big old, soft, cushiony ass to sink your junk into, right? Actually, you white boys would prefer ‘em too, but you’re afraid that big booty will make your dicks look tiny – those little bitty butts like Alli’s make your little dicks look big. Us brotha’s don’t have to worry none ’bout that.” I laughed. “Oh, bullshit! That’s a myth and we both know it! Just because you lucked out…” He was laughing. “Nah, man! Pay attention, and I will school you; The NAACP actually did a top secret survey – very hush-hush – and it showed that black guys across the board, ...