Stella and I were high school BFF. ‘Best Friends Forever’ for us meant until we went our separate ways after high school. We both were popular, sensual, exhibitionists and enjoyed the attention. I guess you would call us liberated girls. We loved the boys, and they loved us. As a result, we had no trouble dating most of the good-looking guys at school.

School was boring so Stella and I were always looking for new adventures. Sometimes we went out of our way to get noticed. In our senior year, we swapped boyfriends. The idea was simple. We wanted to compare notes on which one was the best fuck. “Who are you choosing?” I asked Stella.

“You know, Brooke, Franklin is a great kisser, and he has a more than adequate cock. On the other hand, Trent doesn’t have the biggest cock, but he sure knows how to use it!”

“Okay, you’re right about Franklin and I loved how his big balls banged on my ass. But Trent is awesome. He seems to know what a girl wants. He is so patient and doesn’t cum until I have at least two orgasms.  One time he even ate me out before and after we fucked.”

“You gotta be kidding, Brooke. He sucked his creampie from your cunt?” Stella asked.

“Yeah, can you believe it? Trent says he loves the taste of cum, just like you.”

“Don’t get started again on my cum fetish. Like I told you before, it’s like icing on the cake. And you have your own peccadillos.”

“Oh really! Like what?”

“When you tried seducing your brother and his friends at his birthday party or flashing guys when you’re not wearing panties. That’s what you did in Old Mr. Tyler’s math class when you sat in the front row.”

“Yeah, I almost burst out laughing as Mr. Tyler adjusted his glasses pretending not to look.”

“Well, you made his day, and he never asked you to change seats.”

At a graduation party I learned more about Trent. On a patio at the back of the house, I caught him giving a blowjob to one of his buddies. I asked Stella if she knew Trent was bi.

“Of course,” she said as if I was braindead. “Brooke, everyone knows that. Trent told me he likes the rush he gets having boyfriends and girlfriends. Have you ever thought of us doing it together?”

“Maybe. I mean, Stella, you have a great ass, so I see why the guys want to fuck you. How about you? Have you ever wanted to have sex with me?”

“You have great tits, Brooke. I get turned on when you wear that skimpy pink blouse looking like a stacked Barbie. It’s even sexier when you wear it without a bra. I know you do it to get the guys’ attention, but I’ve fantasized about sucking your nipples making them erect like bullets.”

“Yeah, that blouse got me in trouble when Mr. Blakely stopped me in the hall and said I wasn’t dressed appropriately. I asked why. He said my nipples were showing. I asked him, ‘Don’t you like a girl’s nipples, Mr. Blakely?’ He said that wasn’t the point. It’s a distraction.

“I guess he was right. It was one of those days when my nipples were so sensitive that I just couldn't control them. That’s why I wasn’t wearing a bra.”

“So, what did you do?”

“He sent me to the nurse who gave me two large band-aids. But that wasn’t the end of it.”

“Oh? What else?”

“Well, I met Mr. Blakely at the grocery store a few days later and we went for coffee. We got talking and as you know he teaches French. Anyway, he told me about a book I might like that was written by a French author. He said it’s about an attractive young girl and I reminded him of her. At school, he gave me a copy of the translated version.”

“Did you read it?”

“Sure, and I loved it. The girl seduced a man twice her age and eventually married him. I think Mr. Blakely would like me to seduce him.”

“You probably are already doing that. Would you fuck him?”

“I already did. Why not. I’ve only been with immature guys our age. I thought it would be fun to fuck someone older with experience.”

“How was it?”

“Well, the first time was kind of weird. Mr. Blakely offered me a ride home. In the car, he asked me if I had read the book. I had read it the night before. It made me really horny. I didn’t tell him that, but he asked if I was embarrassed about the erotic parts. I said no because I liked sex. One thing led to another, so when he parked on a deserted street. I gave him deep throat. Geez, he gave me a mouthful.

“When he drove me home, Mr. Blakely told me how great I was and not many women can deep throat like I did.  He said he would like us to meet again.”

“So, you never really fucked him.”

“Not that day but a week later he took me to an art museum in the city to see a special Renoir exhibit. We moved around the room viewing two of Renoir’s nudes, Mr. Blakely thought I would make a great model. “You mean naked like these women?” I asked.

“Of course, Brooke. You have a great body.” I blushed but it made me feel more confident about being with an adult.

“Then he said if I liked erotic novels, I might like erotic art. So, we went to a room with an ‘Adults Only’ sign. In the room was a special Danor Shtruzman exhibit. They took my breath away. One was of a nun masturbating. Another one, a guy was giving a lady head. There was a girl licking a guy's enormous cock and a woman doing a guy cowgirl. My God that made me hot and the bulge in Mr. Blakely’s pants told me he felt the same.

“We had lunch and discussed whether Shtruzman’s work was pornographic or just another art form. Mr., Blakely said, “After all, some sixteenth-century Italians thought Michelangelo was a pornographer.” As he said that, his hand moved on my knee rubbing my thigh. I didn’t object. It was my way of showing him that I wasn’t shy or bashful.

“Do you have a boyfriend, Brooke?” he asked.

“Yes. I do.”

“Is he your age?”

“Yes, it’s Trent Wakefield. We both will graduate this year.”

“You said you like sex, so I guess you fuck Trent.”

I was shocked at his chutzpah. Was he insinuating I was a slut? “Yes, Mr, Blakely, we have had sex.”

“You might think Trent is great but you’re not going to have decent sex until you fuck a man, Brooke.”

I looked at him and gave him a suggestive smile, then said, “Trent is almost a man, but he has a lot to learn.”

Apparently, Mr. Blakely got the message because after lunch he took me to an abandoned building on Seventh Street. You know the place. We played there as kids. Anyway, I wasn’t going to play hard to get.  The only furniture in the room was a mattress so it was obvious why were there. I kinda got excited imagining being on it with my legs spread and his cock filling my cunt.

“The whole idea about having sex with him overwhelmed me. My heart was pounding and my brain sort of went into overdrive. I couldn’t resist taking his dick down my throat. Maybe I was too impulsive because I had his cock in my mouth before he had a chance to take off my sweater.

“As soon as my bra was off, the man went crazy about my tits. He said my tits were amazing. “Thank you, Mr. Blakely,” and felt a sense of pride about at his compliment. For a while, he sucked my tits. It was like breastfeeding him until he wanted a tit fuck. We did that before spending the next two hours fucking in every imaginable position. Good thing about the mattress or I’d have splinters in my ass. His stamina was amazing, so I had a half dozen orgasms that time. Trent never had the discipline or patience like Mr. Blakely. I was more satisfied than I had ever been when he finished.”

“Wow, did you meet him again?”

“No. He left for a month in France after our graduation.”

*

Stella and I didn’t forget about our earlier conversation about Trent being bi and our attraction to each other. As it turned out, I was more than attracted to Stella. Apparently, she felt the same on a summer day in July.

It was after the Fourth of July when we were at the town pool. Stella wore a tiny bikini just short of wearing nothing. The guys at the pool were making fools of themselves trying to get her approval. She loved the attention. I enjoyed watching her show off. She had an incredibly seductive way about herself and did everything a girl can do to turn a guy on, me as well.

I decided this was the time to make a move and drove us to the same abandoned building where Mr. Blakely and I had been. The moment we were inside, she had her lips all over mine with deep kisses and hands all over my tits.

The mattress was still there, and we both knew what we wanted. I went down on her first, eagerly licking and sucking and finger fucking until she let out a mind-rattling scream. I wasn’t as vocal when she returned the favor. Stella gently stroked my nipples. They are so sensitive and were erect making my clit begging to be sucked.  I moaned and moaned crying out, “Agh, agh, more, don’t stop.” That was the first time I came without a guy in me. We both were breathless when it was over.

“Gosh, Brooke,” she said. “That was fun! I got off at least twice. I never thought that sex with a girl would be that good.”

“Yeah, you’re right. You know, Stella, when our hormones begin to flow, it doesn’t really matter who we’re with. I guess that makes us bi-girls.”

Well, that was our first encounter but not our last. We perfected our techniques as time went along. We bought an Allovers penis-shaped vibrator that we both loved. It’s nice and thick but only six inches long. What it makes up for length is that it vibrates and thrusts at the same time. It gave us unbelievable orgasms and let us experiment with anal. Stella could get it all the way in and seemed to enjoy anal more than I did but maybe it’s an acquired taste.

 We both felt a surge of excitement that was very different than being with boys. I can’t say it was love but Trent was right about the rush of having sex with both sexes. But we didn’t forget about the boys. A good hard cock is a terrible thing to waste.

Our next adventure came about unexpectedly. We partied with Tim and Baker, two straight and horny middle-aged guys.

Baker wasn’t his real name, but everyone called him that because he owned the local bakery as well as having a difficult-to-pronounce name, Massimiliano Berlusconi. Baker was a favorite of the local housewives who often joined him in his small but well-furnished apartment above the bakery.

I was at the bakery to order a cake for my mom’s fortieth birthday and spent some time with Baker talking about Italian pastries. Apparently, my shameless flirting gave him the impression that I was attracted by his easy smile, dark eyes, and a full head of black hair.

He told me I had the face of Claudia Cardinale and the body of Sofia Lauren. He said I should be on Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. I asked him who Claudia Cardinale and Sofa someone were. He said Italian movie stars. I blushed but got the point. He was seducing me.

Baker told me that after hours he was going to make a secret family recipe that was too special to be sold at the store. If I’d like to come by the shop after dinner, I could join him to sample the dessert. He said, “Bring a friend and we’ll make it a il partito, a party.”

I found out several years later the truth about the special family recipe.

As I left, Mr. Blakely was there to pick up a dozen cupcakes for his wife’s book club meeting that night. He laughed and added, “And I’m not invited to give my opinion of the book. It’s something called ‘Seven Days in June,’ a romance novel I read before the school board banned it from the school library.” He said we should get together sometime soon. I smiled and said, “Sure.”

Stella was excited about going with me. So, we were at the bakery at seven on a Friday night along with Baker and his friend, Tim. We had no illusions about why we were there, so we dressed for the occasion. For me that meant an overabundance of cleavage. For Stella, she wore booty shorts so short her ass cheeks were in danger of sunburn and so tight they outlined every detail of her engorged pussy.

For starters, Baker served the four of us what he called sfogliatella, a puffy dessert. The pastry was just an appetizer. The main course would not be served at the table.

It wasn’t long before the four of us lost our inhibitions, if we had any. The spark that lit the fire was when Baker kissed me and cupped his hands on breasts kneading like they were bread dough. His touch changed everything. If I had been nervous, now it was replaced by desire. He told me he was holding the breasts of Venus. I said he was handsome like Michelangelo’s   David. He said I was sexy. I said he was a hunk. Before long, my blouse was off, and he was unhooking my bra.

“Take off the rest of your clothes, beautiful, and sit on the sofa,” he said in a husky voice.

I looked over and heard Tim say to Stella, “Your clothes are so nice, but they look uncomfortable. Maybe I can help you out of them,”

“I’d like that,” she said, and he had her naked in moments.

At that point, I was so turned on I could hardly wait to see what Baker and his friend had planned for il partito, now an orgia.

We sat on the sofa posing seductively. Their lusty response was evident when they dropped their pants. My God they were all a girl could hope for; two magnificent specimens of manhood. Tim’s was belligerently pointing straight at us. Baker’s erection stood upward pulsing like the spasms of a cat’s tail.

While they were finishing their drinks, Baker said in an unhurried voice, “Girls, you both are so lovely. I can see you are proper girls but there is no need to keep your knees together here. Can we see the rest of you?”

We knew what he meant and opened our legs so they could see what they were looking for. “Now feel free to pleasure yourselves while we have a second drink.”

Stella didn’t need encouragement. She started by sucking my tits until they were erect and rubbing my pussy.

“Gosh, you’re wet,” she whispered while fingering me. “Let’s put on a show for these old guys.”

They’re not old, Stella, they’re mature and experienced. She masturbated giving moans of pleasure that I was sure she was faking. I followed her lead but with less vocalizing. We were both fully shaved so the guys could appreciate every detail of our femininity.

It was Tim’s turn to speak up. “Spread those puffy cunt lips so we can see your pink.” I had never heard my vagina referred to as pink but that’s what it was, a slippery wet pink. I did as he asked as did Stella leaving our pussies wide open.

Then Tim asked us to put a finger or two inside. When I slid two fingers inside, my juices were flowing.

That was an invitation to Baker and Tim like Odysseus being seduced by the sirens. The difference was these men weren’t resisting.

Baker was down on me with his head between my legs and his hot breath and tongue all over my cunt. His tongue was everywhere, licking my clit and inside and outside of my pussy. “Hmmm,” he mumbled. “You taste so good my Tesoro, better than my sfogliatella,

Meanwhile, Tim was giving Stella gratification if her muffled sheiks were any indication. “Aaaaahh, aaaahh, ooohhhh, oooohhhh,” she was gasping as if out of breath.

It was our turn to pleasure our hosts. We were on our knees giving them blowjobs trading places every few minutes. Baker’s erect cock was thick and heavy standing straight out except for twitching like an uncontrollable muscle. Taking him in my mouth stretched my lips and immediately tasted his precum. I couldn’t wait for him to empty those bulging balls inside me.

“Oh, oh, ahhhh,” Baker moaned. “Sei il mio tesoro (my darling), you are so good at that.” I knew what it meant because my grandmother said it to me when she hugged the breath out of me at bedtime. It’s just that now would be a different kind of bedtime story.

“Turn over, my Tesoro, and we’ll do this another way.”

It was time for the main event. Baker had me bent over the couch doing doggie. I thought I would have an orgasm the moment the head of his bone-hard cock was halfway in. Finally, he pushed in all the way with one motion. I let out a ‘yelp’ mostly in surprise. He would keep saying, “Smooth as silk. Smooth as silk.”

With her legs over his shoulders, Tim’s long engorged cock slowly penetrated Stella’s soft rosy hole like a snake burrowing into a hole, then rapidly banged into her. Her eyes were closed but her sighs filled the room.

After several enjoyable minutes, they swapped, and Tim was pounding into me with the intensity of a condemned prisoner. I was delirious with ripples of pleasure not caring who was giving me so much joy. The men’s groans got louder and louder, and then like a bursting bubble it happened all at once. They didn’t ask if we were protected and went ahead creaming us both. I can’t remember who came inside me. It didn’t matter. It was the thrill of fucking two men that mattered.

We went to the bathroom to clean up, and I asked Stella, “Do you remember when we switched boyfriends to see who was the best fuck?”

“Of course, I remember. We decided on Trent, right?”

“Yes, but who is better tonight?” I asked.

“I’m not sure, yet. It’s too early to tell. I’m pretty sure we’re not done.”

“These guys are not like our boyfriends who can go nonstop. I mean these guys are older. Do you really think they can get it up again? A few minutes ago, their dicks were dangling down and as soft as marshmallows.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“If that’s the case, we can get dressed and leave now.”

“Fuck, Brooke, why would we do that? This is so exciting! We just need to turn those marshmallows into Italian sausages.”

We both were still laughing about that when we returned to our hosts. It was obvious that the men were on their way to recovering. They weren’t dangling anymore but they weren’t straight and firm. We weren’t bystanders. With a few of our gentle strokes, they regained their erections rising like bread dough only faster, firmer and harder.

Baker said, “You girls are not only pretty but you both have tightest pussies we’ve had since high school. This calls for a drink!” We all downed a healthy glass of grappa toasting with ‘Salute! Cin cin’ as if we knew what it meant.

After a short rest, much shorter than I could have imagined, we watched as the men held their drinks with one hand and continuing to stroke themselves with the other to be sure they were at full strength. Baker had the most incredible erection. It was not quite eight inches and thick but what was amazing was that when he was hard, his cock stood straight up like the long neck of a Brachiosaurus that I saw at the museum.  I knew we were headed for round two.

Tim asked, “Brooke, how about a threesome? You know, in the middle of a double play, like Tinker to Evers to Chance.” I didn’t know who those people were and wasn’t sure what he meant by a threesome. I didn’t want to sound like a dumb blond and didn’t ask.

Tim laid me down on an oversized ottoman. It was like a platform where I was on stage for everyone to watch. My head hung over the edge with Baker stuffing his cock down my throat and his balls slapping on my forehead. Tim was at the other end spreading my legs and pushing his revived hard-on in my slick pussy. They traded places a few times until Baker was the first to cum deep in my pussy just as I was having a powerful orgasm. Tim got sloppy seconds, shooting his load in Stella’s waiting mouth.

I wasn’t really surprised when Stella moved over to me putting her mouth on mine sharing her mouthful of cum with me. “You deserved it, Brooke,” she said. “You were terrific!”

We had been at it for several hours and the men needed time before continuing. Stella and I had a few glasses of grappa while they told dirty jokes. We both laughed even when we didn’t get the joke, which was most of the time.

It was getting close to midnight when Baker asked, “Who’s up for double dicking?” Obviously, the men had this all planned, a prearranged scenario, like choreographing a ballet. I thought he was talking about double dating. Stella was more alert and more adventurous than me and got the message.

“I’ll do it!” she said excitedly. She had been a bystander with me on the ottoman, so it was Stella’s turn. She was ready for some action of her own.

Apparently, it was her first-time double dicking because she needed help getting in the right position. Tim was flat on his back with Stella doing reverse cowgirl while he squeezed his throbbing cock in her ass. Baker kneeled in front of them lifting her legs above his head. Within seconds his lance impaled her slit.

I watched in amazement as they stroked her simultaneously, slowly at first, then vigorously. I wasn’t sure if Stella was in pain or enjoying it with screams that could be heard blocks away.

Later she told me it was awesome but only after getting accustomed to having two dicks filling her inside. “Brooke,” she said, “you haven’t had great sex until you’re with two guys getting off in you at the same time. You know, like BOGO, buy one, get one free at the store”

Anyway, the duo continued with grunts and groans until Baker turned Stella around facing Tim in the traditional cowgirl position and resumed reaming her ass while Tim drilled her pussy.

They finished with a flourish. Baker motioned me to come closer for a kiss. I moved next to him just as he pulled out splashing my face with the last of his seminal fluids.

I got a hug and a milky kiss from Baker while Tim was finishing with Stella.

Although it was exciting to watch, I wasn’t ready to try it, at least not that night. It would have to wait until my college days after I learned to enjoy having anal.

We left for home an hour before sunrise. I still had the taste of Baker’s cum in my mouth. Stella said it hurt to sit down because her ‘tush,’ as she put it, was sore. “Brooke,” I said, “having sex with a boyfriend in the back seat of a car is one thing but an orgy with two grown men is awesome! This will be a night I will never forget.”

EPILOGUE:

Here are a few things I left out. I haven’t mentioned that Baker came to America five years earlier from Italy where he learned the trade from his dad. You will not be surprised to learn that Tim was Mr. Tim Blakely, the French teacher.

They asked us back, but we never did although when I picked up my mom’s birthday cake, it was free!

Weeks after our orgy, I was at Nordstroms to pick up some clothes before leaving for college. A gorgeous buxom thirty-something check-out lady gave me a broad smile and said, “You’re Brooke Winslow.”

“Yes, how did you know?”

“I saw your picture in the yearbook. I’m Delores Blakely, Mr. Blakely’s wife. Tim pointed you out and said you were a terrific girl. Weren’t you one of the girls he took to France this summer?”

Blushing, I mumbled, “No, I didn’t go to France,” and left the store thinking she might like to know the trips her pervert husband took me on. The worst part was, Mrs. Blakely was such a nice person. I wondered what Tim could possibly have seen in me having a beautiful sexy wife like Delores.

I left for college where sex was a major part of the curriculum. Stella didn’t go to college. She took a job at the bakery, becoming Baker’s assistant. He soon realized she had a gift for baking and an irresistible desire for sex and became his partner and wife. It was from Stella that I learned the truth about Baker’s secret family recipe. The pastry is laced with cannabis, served only to family, friends, and two teenage sluts.