There were other women besides Mona and her mother. For example, there was Katlyn. Katlyn was a pretty girl, either twenty or twenty-one with long brown hair, average sized tits who loved wearing short skirts to show off her very nice legs.
She worked part-time for the shady lawyer I used to help keep me on the right side of the law. I had met her several times when visiting the firm's office, but met her socially at an anniversary party for my friends Kevin and Yvette Smalltoe, who lived several doors away from me.
And yes, they were both good customers, if you need to know.
The party was in full swing by the time I arrived and, as big as it was, the house was bursting at the seams with party goers of all ages. I spotted Kevin and Yvette and made my way over, to give them a card and gift before heading off to mingle and ogle the other women in attendance.
Eventually I found myself out on the patio and that's where I encountered Katlyn, skimming her fingers along the surface of the little fish pond the Smalltoe's had just finished installing.
"Hi, Katlyn, all alone are you?"
"Oh, hi, Mr. Stone, I didn't expect to see you here."
"Why not? I live nearby."
"Really? I didn't..."
"Want to share a joint, Katlyn?"
"Here?"
"Yes, here. We're not in the town square; we're alone on the Smalltoe's patio."
"Sure, I guess could use a lift."
I had to laugh and said, "You got it right, Katlyn, the cat's away, why not play?"
She tossed her hair and laughed with me, then said, "But the cat's right around the corner."
"Let me tell you a secret, Katlyn."
I thought her eyes lit up at that and continued. "Kevin loves smoking my pot. So does Yvette."
"Really, you're not just puttin' me on?"
"I swear to God," I said, holding my hand up to make it official.
I lit the joint, took a hit and passed it to her. She accepted it and took a substantial hit.
We were kissing within a minute, the joint lay smoking itself to extinction in a nearby ashtray. Our tongues were dry as they dueled, and then Katlyn was suddenly very turned on. Or had she been planning getting it on with me from the moment I wandered out on the patio. I always wonder about things like that. Women as a rule are very subtle and either plan or visualize their moves before putting them into action. Perhaps that comes from all the time they spend in front of mirrors, practicing facial expressions, smiles and how much cleavage a particular movement reveals for most of their lives. Or maybe I've got it backwards. Does anyone really care?
So I did what men do with a seemingly turned on female, I started rubbing her back then her ass and backed her against a tree and let her feel my dick by grinding it into her belly.
Katlyn moaned and hugged me tighter. I've found that women as a rule are pleased when they find that they have aroused a man. I believe this to be true whether they want the man, or are about to reject him. In either case, they are responsible for his arousal, and that is considered an achievement of sorts.
My dick was a rising lead pipe, prodding, prodding, prodding relentlessly against her lower parts. My mouth buried in her neck, leaving a love bite that I would see a week later when visiting the law office where she worked.
I made my dick twitch against her. Katlyn gasped and brought her mouth to mine, and tried to swallow my tongue.
My hand left her ass to move between her legs. We were both in heat, sizzling past any stopping point.
I propelled Katlyn toward a bench in a somewhat secluded part of the patio. Oh anyone bothering to look outside could see us; but neither of us seemed to care about that at the time.
She hiked up her dress and pulled her panties down to her ankles, freed a leg then spread herself so I could ram my cock into her smoldering cunt.
I pulled out my dick and heard her gasp. "You're huge!"
"I've seen bigger, Katlyn. Don't worry it'll fit."
"I've never seen..."
"How many have you seen?" I asked out of curiosity, and then slapped her pussy with it.
"Oh!"
"Kat, come on, how many?"
"Four... maybe five, I'm not sure."
She was much too young to have lost count of the dicks she'd played with, but I wasn't going to argue with her, so I just said, "But none this big, eh?" I guess the male ego never rests.
And, not listening to her reply, if there was one, I was opening the few buttons at her top to get at her tits while talking.
"For sure!"
She must have said it a second time, for I certainly heard her that time!
I had her bra exposed but couldn't get the dammed bra open. So I did the next best thing and pulled the cups of her bra down and let her tits rest on them. They stood jutting out like a pair of proud cocks.
"Oh those tits are perfect, Kat," and I really meant it.
Her eyes sought mine before she responded. "Can anyone see us?"
"I doubt it. They'd have to come outside first. We'd hear them, I'm sure we would," I lied.
Katlyn's tits were larger than I thought they would be. Some women are like that. I mean, you see them day in and day out in different outfits. You think, Gee, she's probably a 34 cup or something like that; only seeing them spilled out like Kat's were at the moment, they had to be 38's.
"How big are your tits, Kat?" and realized that she was still staring at my cock. "Touch it, Kat. I know you want too."
"Umm, okay," she answered dumbly, reaching out to take hold of my poker hot boner.
"Go on, kiss it. You know you want to taste it. Go on, I don't mind," I whispered.
Her lips were millimeters from touching my cock when as an afterthought, she said, "38 C," and then absorbed the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue over and around the corona. I positioned myself so that I could suck on her tits while she sucked my dick, and did. We were both moaning happily for the next few minutes until I released her breasts and tapped her lightly on the shoulder.
"It's time to fuck, Kat."
"Mmmm?"
"You want me in you, don't you?" With some reluctance, she removed me from her mouth and said, "Yeah ... sure."
I spread her legs, asked if she was comfortable on the bench and mounted her.
She looked on with interest as I rubbed my cock over her labia and clit, and eased into her.
"Oh, Fuck!" she groaned in a satisfied voice.
I knew we were both ready to explode and that sooner than later someone would poke their nose out at the patio and spot us, so I started jack hammered away at her.
Kat didn't mind one bit.
She came quickly, the orgasm shuddering through her. I leaned back a little and watched the pleasure wash over her as I slowly pumped in and out of her very wet pussy.
I let her finish me off by blowing me until I came in her mouth. She coughed and then spit most of the sperm out of her mouth and onto a nearby shrub.
"Sorry," she sputtered, "I can't ... you know?"
"Swallow?"
"Yeah ... it just ... I mean I can't manage it. I have tried, but you know, I can't."
"It's perfectly all right. I enjoyed the hell out of it, Kat. You came didn't you?"
"Oh, man, did I!"
We straightened out our clothing and were preparing to rejoin the party inside.
"You know ..." She started to say, but stopped as we neared the sliding glass door to the bedroom of the house. I took her elbow and steered her back to the bench and we sat down and faced one another.
"Hey, Kat, we just finished boffing each other. Feel free to talk to me."
