Chapter 21
Gunfight
I stood up having them shoot me, but I knew they ran out, finding their ammunition all empty. I shot one being blank and had hidden a third and had them watch me reload my gun with my remaining three. I had them watch me empty my spent shells onto the floor. I told them to put their hands up. Greg followed me and emptied his gun shells and onto the floor and loaded his last two bullets. Greg walked over to the girls and told them to stay where they were. Even though we could have handcuffed our two prisoners and taken all four girls and had mind-blowing sex upstairs in one of the rooms. While they went home to an empty jail cell across the street empty-handed. Listening to them howl all night, but I wanted more friends than enemies.
I wanted those two votes, and I knew how to get them. As Mom and Dad taught me, there is nothing wrong with having both, regarding guys and girls. I knew they too enjoyed having both because my three best friends told me so, and so did Dave. I whipped out a pair of handcuffs designed for sexual fun and handcuffed Evan. Tossing both their guns aside as Greg handcuff Jim Bob. I could see the anger in their eyes, which stated we had won, and they were not going to have sex with any of those four lucky ladies. I walked Evan towards the door. Only to slam him against the wall and kissed him hard and fast. I watched as his eyes widened and he deepened the kiss.
Greg did likewise to Jim Bob only he did not only kiss him he ripped open his shirt. Like all our costumes, the snaps were made to look like buttons. I wanted to yell at Greg because I had thought I was the one in charge. Instead, I was laughing inside. There was no permission given on either side because like them we were a member of the Garden Club and by signing our name below that we had given our permission to do whatever we like. And when we liked, except for the obvious no, no's. I too ripped open Evan's shirt as I deepened our kiss and released him, pulling his lips with me as he moaned breathlessly. I took my tongue down his long skinny neck and licked him all the way down to his right shoulder. He moaned even louder as I came back up and nibbled on his earlobes.
I opened his shirt more, slipping it off his shoulders so I could see his well-muscled chest, and took my time on his nipples. Greg was already down to Jim Bob's penis with his pants and boxers around his ankles. Apparently, Greg thought it was a race. I kept going back up and over Evan's chest, following my pattern. I took his mouth again, leaning in, and unbuttoned his pants as I followed my journey to his belly button. He shivered and moaned as I slid his pants down only to his knees and took his rock-hard penis and made love to it as well as his crotch. I motioned two of the girls over to take a side of Evan, working on his mouth and nipples as I stayed in the middle.
Greg did, likewise, seeing what I had done. This time playing follow the leader like a good boy until he changed his mind and unzipped each girl, pulling down the top of their dresses and exposing their tasty breasts. And cupped them, taking a taste, and gave Jim Bob a taste as well.
I growled hungrily inside and wasted no time and stripping my two girls completely only leaving on their lace panties. Only giving me a taste as I opened them up just a little with the hole that was made in them for more seductive pleasure. When they both screamed with pleasure. I refocused back on Evan and his very rock-hard penis and retook his mouth, letting the ladies take a taste of his penis and instructed him to redo his pants, while I had a little conversation with my partner.
Not in words, but with action, I turned him around and kissed him and opened his shirt all the way, and quickly took it off him. Letting it slide off his long arms onto the floor as I kissed him hard and very deep. He was about to do the same to me, but instead, I refused him and handcuffed him behind his back. He gave me such a confused look. Then gave me a silly grin, letting me have my way with him. Letting me force him into a chair while the girls were busy with our outlaws. I quickly took off every stitch of Greg's clothes, leaving him completely naked, and made love to him with my tongue as if he were an ice cream cone all the way down to his toes. Then leaving him there stunned and wanting more.
Instead of going back to Evan, I went over to Jim Bob whispering to his two girls to have their way with Greg with a slow, very slow lap dance as they both removed their clothes letting him watch and only stimulate him, but only bring him to the brink. According to the packaging envelope that none of the girls needed a condom and I never asked why or their age, but I knew they had to be in their twenties or thirties.
I took control of Jim Bob with a kiss and made love to his chest and did likewise to his penis. While the girls were torturing poor Greg and my playmate Evan. Until Greg's girls released him by that time. I had redone Jim Bob's pants and turned him around so I could work the back of him. Only took the handcuffs off to remove his shirt and re-handcuff him. Greg took my place with Evan as the girls played with each other. Sharing each other's kisses and breasts, until we called for them.
Stringham was busy with some other barmaid, where she came from. I do not know, as she was riding him with a lap dance on top of the bar. Greg pretended he was getting bored and unhandcuffed Evan. Having him come over to me and Jim Bob. They both gave me a silly grin, which stated I was going to pay for what I had done to both of them. I chuckled with pleasure as they each took my mouth and kissed me, undoing my shirt one kiss at a time, and worked around me in a tight circle. Until I was unbuttoned and unzipped and ripped my clothes off. Forcing me into a chair so they could remove my boots and socks so they both could make love to my feet and toes and my penis and my chest as they worked as a team.
Greg placed my hands behind my back and handcuffed me, sending two of the ladies who were still wearing their panties over to have their way with me. While the other two were instructed to have their way with Jim Bob and Evan as they circled them as Greg finished taking off their clothes without me, including the girls' laced panties. I nodded to the stairs. Greg shook his head no and nodded to the bar, giving me a silly grin. Taking Evan and two girls with him,
Greg said. "Let's see what's on tap." Jim Bob started for the stairs instead of trying to take my two girls with him.
I said. "Not happening buddy, my partner wants to see what's on tap first." Stepped in front and grabbed him and turned him around hard, forcing him back to the bar, and leaned him backward having him help me get onto the counter by taking off the handcuffs and sliding them on his penis for safekeeping.
I spun him around as Greg spun Evan around to the spider position with his handcuffs on his penis. Greg hooked them together, pulling their penises together. One of the girls found a box of condoms and bit the top off and put them on Evan and Jim Bob's penises leaving the handcuffs on them. I was glad the bar was built wide enough and long enough as Stringham gave us a salute taking his barmaid upstairs. Telling us, "Do not hurry on my account boys, all call you when dinner is ready," and disappeared around the corner.
Greg kept his two girls busy working on Evan's mouth and chest. While he worked on their penises. I had my two girls do the same and grinned, finding a case of chocolate sauce, whipped cream, and some honey. I quickly went to work on Evan, reminding Greg only to the brink so we could share them together. When he noticed what I had intended to do. He was more than willing to help by handing the girls that were working on Evan after dripping some chocolate sauce and whip-cream on their penises and crotches, making sure to squirt plenty between both their legs and drizzle the honey.
Greg was nice enough to give Evan a quick taste of whipped cream in his mouth and opened a bottle of orange soda, giving him a drink, and poured the rest of the bottle onto his chest and his shoulders. I did likewise with Jim Bob. But having him take some so we both could share it with each other's mouths with a kiss. Handing the girls the chocolate sauce and the whip cream as I drizzled the honey personally, reminding them to get their legs and feet. I went around to the other side with a bucket of ice cubes.
Greg was curious to see what I had in store for that. I took an ice cube once the girls had covered them and told them to take the chocolate sauce and cover themselves with it. I took an ice cube and slowly glided it down Evan's neck and shoulders, then took my tongue, following my ice trail down to each of his nipples and all over his chest and hard stomach. Making a figure eight, then did his sides as well. Knowing every pleasure spot and so I could be familiar with his tickle spots for later.
Greg did the same thing when they both were at the brink. Greg slapped Evan's hands, wanting to stimulate them by hand tisked, and said. "Our game, our rules boys," Took the handcuffs off their penises and handcuffed their good hands to the bar above their heads. The same hand they used to stimulate with. Then came around the bar and grabbed four pairs of socks and made another pair of handcuffs for each of their other hands. Which gave him four very clean and well-groomed armpits and arms to play with. I was busy with the ladies as I covered their breasts with chocolate sauce and whipped cream. Making sure I play with each of their sweet spots. Remembering the horny pills that each of them needed.
I had Greg roll over a bottle of orange soda, having it explode all over my girls and me, which was just what I needed. A cold refreshing bath. Reached into each of our shirt pockets finding the four pills, but found six instead. Greg and I both knew we took ours, so that meant our two outlaws. Thinking they weren't going to need them. Wrong? Greg and I wanted those two votes, so I slammed the two pills on the bar. Greg got the idea of tisking at our two outlaws.
I told them to open wide and gave them a drink out of another bottle of soda, and filled their belly buttons, and poured slowly around their penises, hearing them say that so cold and so unfair. Greg said. "No, what's unfair is what my partner and best friend are going to do to you all night long. Because we want you two to scream. Yes! Yes! And yes! Several times over."
I finished with my four very naked and very covered chocolaty treats and sent them back to our outlaws so Greg and I could have our snack of the two outlaws; I said. "Boys, it's your lucky day because Greg and I are going to eat and lick every inch of you before we all go upstairs and have mind-blowing sex. That most boys can only dream of." The girls went back to work on their mouths and gave them a taste of their chocolaty breasts as Greg and I worked on a different side and on a different outlaw with an ice cube and our tongues having them discover why we were on everyone's menu.
When we both cleared an area, the girls took our places as I and Greg worked our way down to their very rock-hard penises. Ready and primed as they both climaxed almost about the same time. Taking every bit of their sweetened nectar, hearing them moan and satisfied, but we were far from done as we shared with the girls and us as well as our outlaws.
We were told there were two large bathtubs upstairs in our rooms. The problem was there were eight of us, but because of my game plan, it was up to Greg and me to decide how to handle the problem. I wrote numbers on the back of the girls with chocolate. Evan and Jim Bob were to pick two numbers out of four, not knowing which order they were in. Told the girls to move forward when their number was called. Like most boys, they always pick one and three, thinking they I had mixed them up and would be side by side as they watched me shuffle them in front of them.
When in reality they weren't taking the two they did not think about. I turned them around when their number was called, seeing I hadn't cheated. Greg and I gave each other a kiss and whispered four rounds, then traded outlaws and rooms so we all get a share of each girl and an outlaw. I can only hope my mother was not tearing the house apart looking for me and I knew my grandmother was most likely furious because I did not call her last night or this morning. Let's just say I am letting her cool off a bit after the bombshell Mr. Stringham and I dropped on her the day before.
I was grateful that the water was still warm. Someone must have been timing us when we would be ready. Most likely monitoring our every move and betting on if we took our outlaws to jail, had our way with them then left them hanging and took the four girls for ourselves. Or the possibility that we would share the fruits of our labor. After all, Greg and I had to prove to Evan and Jim Bob that we were more than capable of handling a girl or more than one. I gave Greg a high five and closed the door with Evan and his two girls.
I looked at my two yummy girls and my outlaw Jim Bob, who already tasted divine, but all three of them were a hot sticky mess and so was I. I smelled the bubble bath finding peaches and cream and a hint of blueberry. Everything was there. A sponge and soap and edible strawberry shampoo and bucket for rinsing our hair and several soft towels with the Garden Club logo on them. The bed was about the size of one at the house, so I knew it could easily fit the four of us. I kissed Jim Bob telling him to climb into the tub and take one end while I took the other. I gave him the first pick which girl he wanted to bathe him.
I knew it would take some time for him to regenerate because he did not take his pill. So, I changed it, having the girls switch sides with us while we boys took the middle. It was a little cramped, but as soon as we sat between our girl's legs and our knees, we were all comfortable enough. I placed his hand on my penis, telling him to bring me to the brink and he could have me oral the rest of the way. That way, we would be both ready to have mind-blowing sex with our two very horny girls. But he wanted me on the bed instead of where he could do me all orally.
I shrugged my shoulders and climbed out and lay down on the bed, telling the girls to bathe slowly. Jim Bob was so surprised he gasped. I laughed and started to stimulate myself until he got the message either take me now or the girls would. I wanted us both to be ready, and it was my way, not his. Greg and I won the shoot-out for being smart instead of using up all our ammunition. He did not hesitate and climbed on top of me and made love to me; he was not as experienced as I was when it came to boys, but he was not bad either. He was more quick and dirty, and I like to take my time. So, I let him do it any way he liked, but inwardly I knew by morning he would give me his yes vote, and Greg and I would be on his menu.
He took it all every last bit and did not share like I had been taught. I knew it would be my job to teach him that I share everything including girls, when I have a partner. We climbed back into the tub, and I kissed him hard and fast, wrapping my arms around him. He was like Greg, being afraid to hold a guy in his arms, which explained why he did not take his time with me. I did not make him feel bad about it, considering to him I was a new experience. He may have been a whole different person with his buddy Evan, but I try to be the same with every girl and every boy I am with. I take the same care, making each moment special as Mom and Dad and Dillon had taught me.
I left the world outside and learned to ignore the voices or Shawn's voice telling me to flip him around and take him through the rear. Pee on him and in him, including taking my crap and smearing it all over him. I have seen the tapes. I have seen what they did, and it disgusted me. I was taught to love, not forcibly rape, or take what I thought belonged to me and discard their feelings, treat them like yesterday's trash. Like the LDS church does. I had enough of physical abuse to last me twenty-five lifetimes. It was time to have and be loved. It was time to have respect for each other. I placed his arms around me, letting him get comfortable about holding me. He was not afraid of touching me or my penis or crotch on the bed. It was just he was not taught to love.