The Girl with the Freckles Pt. 05

"Wait, wait! I have the perfect solution!! Remember that 'Brady Bunch' episode where Greg bet Bobby he could do twice as many pull ups, and the loser would be the winner's slave for a week? Well, how 'bout it?," she proposed, pointing at a chin-up bar in the entrance to our laundry room my dad used to stretch his back.

"I'm in," challenged Julie. "And I'll even be Greg. I'll do twice as many pull-ups or chins as you. How 'bout it macho man? Gonna wimp out on me?."

We all turned to Johnny to see if he'd take the bait. As a body obsessed narcissist, he doggedly maintained a weekly weight training regimen to enhance his well cut physique. Now he was on the spot, and there was no way he could back down.

"Jeez, what do you weigh, like, 80 lbs? And you're gonna do twice as many as me? And you'll be my bitch after I smoke you? I mean, I almost feel guilty about taking advantage of a little girl. So, umm, last chance, munchkin," he magnanimously offered.

"You go first," Julie stoically replied.

"Wait," said Danny, "can I get in on this action? I'll put some coin on Johnny."

"Me too," Steph added.

"Me three," Steve chimed in. "I've seen what he benches. No way she can do double anything."

"Let's do it, trust me it's a sucker bet," Janet whispered to me. "I've seen her do 40 chin-ups in a row without breathing heavy. Simple biomechanics; strength to weigh ratio, he can't possibly win."

"Your all on," she replied to the group. "$50 bucks on Julie..wait, winner has the option, cash or slave time."

"Done, easiest fifty I'll ever make," said Danny.

"I'm in....mama needs some new bras," added Stephanie, while conspicuously adjusting her 'double D's.'

"Me too," added Steve. "..and not about the bras."

"You're all on," Janet agreed. "We count off together; soon as either one can't raise their chin above the bar, we stop."

Johnny strutted over to the doorway, slowly peeled off his leather jacket and black tee, then flexed his well sculpted muscles for the crowd of hooting gamblers.

"Enjoying the view, ladies" he said, winking and smiling at all the girls present. Then he focussed on me, shook his head and said, "You fucked up, bro...never bet against this body."

He grabbed the bar in an underhand grip, and bent his knees, so his body hung suspended off the ground. Then he began rapidly, as we all counted in unison, one, two, three... His pace began flagging at nine, and by 13, he was clearly struggling. At 16, it was over. Technically, he didn't quite get his chin above the bar, but Julie didn't protest.

"32...," said Johnny, as he slumped in a chair. "I'm just gonna lay back and watch while I think about all the shit I'm gonna make you do."

Julie approached the bar with a quiet confidence. Her hands were covered with the talc stored in her gym bag, so when she hopped up and gripped the bar, a little puff of smoke appeared. At just barely over five feet tall, her legs dangled without having to bend her knees. After steadying herself, Julie began moving up and down like a steam-driven piston. The energized onlookers, confident that their bets would pay off, began loudly counting in unison. When the numbers steadily mounted into the twenties and her relentless pace indicated no trace of fatigue, the spectators - except for Janet - became mute and just stared, slack-jawed.

"29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34...," Janet kept methodically counting, until 40, when Julie made a graceful 'skin the cat' dismount into a dramatic backflip for the stunned audience. She strolled over to a dumbfounded Johnny, who for once, had no snarky retort.

"Wanna try again, best two out of three?," Julie smugly offered. "Or are you ready to admit you got beat and start being my bitch?"

Johnny shook his head, resigned to his fate. Then, he smiled at the girl who handily bested him.

"Naw, you totally kicked my ass. I'm no welsher. I'm your bitch. Shit, how the fuck did I lose?!," he complained in frustration.

"First you wimpy little bitch, you will stop calling me 'little freckled munchkin.' From this moment on, you will address me as Ms Julie. No wait, Mistress Julie, yeah, I like that...Got it?," she demanded.

"Yeah, yeah whatever," he sulked

"Yeah, yeah whatever who?," she barked like an angry drill sergeant.

"Yeah, yeah whatever, Mistress Jooolie," he grudgingly complied.

"Ha ha, Iove it," exulted Steph. "females rule, girl power!!"

"I don't know what the hell you're so happy about," Danny observed with an eye roll. "We both owe Jan fifty bucks..the bet? Remember?"

"Shit, you're right," as she assessed her predicament. "Hey Jan, will you take an IOU?"

"Nah, forget it. It was a sucker bet, I knew she couldn't lose," Janet freely conceded.

"No way," Danny dutifully insisted. "We'll pay up. It may take a while, long as there's no, like, vig or anything."

"How 'bout this," Janet proposed. "The bet was cash or slave time. I'll let you both off if.....wait, let me consult with my associate first."

She whispered her alternative option to me and I couldn't help but approve with a barely restrained smile.

"Ok, here's the deal," she proffered in a very businesslike manner. "Your debts are satisfied if Stephanie spends the rest evening in our company....."

"Yeah?," the couple asked in near perfect unison.

"....topless," Janet replied after a pregnant pause. "No tank top, no bra, no coverings of any kind whatsoever. Deal?"

There was hardly a moment of hesitation; in a matter of seconds, off came the top, followed by the bra. She stood up, placed her hands on her hips, thrusting her chest forward in an unabashed display her two most substantial assets. Enormous as they were, her breasts stood up proudly with only the slightest sag. They were capped with crimson aureoles the size of jelly jar lids, and jutting nipples bigger than the tuning knobs on my guitar. Everyone greeted this extraordinary presentation with a standing ovation.

It lasted several minutes.

"Shit," Steph gleefully preened as she bowed to her appreciative fans, "I'd a done it for free!"

"Thank god for those million dollar melons," Danny sighed. Then he turned to Janet, winked, and mouthed the words 'thank you.'

"Hold it," she said. "That still leaves the little drummer boy over there."

"Shoot," Steve whined. He glanced over at Phan, who couldn't stop giggling throughout the proceedings. "You, umm, wouldn't...settle for..seeing her's...would you?"

"Nope," replied Janet, with a very deliberate pace. "Here's the deal. You... are my slave...but I... am giving you... to Phan. So you... have to do anything... she wants."

"No, no," Phan replied in an uncharacteristic show of verbosity. "I don't want a slave."

"He's yours to command," Janet firmly stated. "Or not... your choice."

Steve looked at her.

"I don't want you to be my slave," she repeated. "But I need to leave soon, will you drive me home?"

He took her hand and gave her a kiss.

"Sure babe, anytime you want," he said.

Meanwhile, Julie was not finished with the spoils of her triumph.

"Mind if I take slave boy up to the bedroom I'm gonna sleep in?," she asked.

"Be my guest," I consented. "Just don't break anything... including him."

"I'll try..," she smirked. "C'mon, slave boy, upstairs, and pick up my gym bag over there; let's go, move it!"

Johnny dutifully obeyed her commands and exited the basement as Julie trailed, spanking his rear end. I turned to Janet, who was comfortably nestled in my arms on the old couch.

"What'cha think she's gonna do to him?," I asked her.

"This," she replied, as her lips met mine in a deep and sultry kiss.

Danny and Steph had already commandeered the rollaway bed. While out of visual range, they were not so distant as to render inaudible her unmistakable moaning exhortations of 'oh yes baby, oh yes baby,' accompanied by the telltale rhythmic creaking of rusty bed springs.

Steve and Phan discretely ducked out shortly after Julie had shanghaied Johnny. They preferred the less comfortable, but marginally more discreet back-seat intimacy of his old Chevy for their trysts (as compared with our other guests' more conspicuously uninhibited displays).

So that left Janet and me, blissfully oblivious, lost in our binary world of kisses and caresses.

"Bedroom?," she whispered, as my lips brushed across her freckled décolletage. I stood up, took her hand and we eagerly climbed the stairs.

"Wait," she said, looking back. "What about those two?"

"Don't worry, they'll split, soon as they're done," I assured her. "Steph needs to get her butt home before her mom finds out she's A.W.O.L."

As we scampered to my bedroom, the hallway echoed with screams of 'oh shit, do it, fuck yeah, don't stop.' It was a man's voice. Had we not been so desperate to make some noise of our own, it would've been tempting to linger and eavesdrop. Yet all we did was momentarily acknowledged our curiosity with a glance.

Janet entered the bedroom ahead of me. I kicked the door closed as she turned and threw her arms around my neck. We kissed with compelling urgency, as if the lust and desire that had been brewing throughout the evening had finally reached the boiling point. I yanked her tube top down, exposing her heaving breasts. My lips clamped around one of her engorged nipples, while my tongue fluttered across the tip. I loved the taste and feel of her turgid flesh in my mouth.

"Oh god, I've been waiting for you to suck my nipples all night," she gasped, as I felt her hand slide down and wrap around my swollen cock. "Take off those pants so I can get you in my mouth."

I undid my belt, quickly following her instructions while continuing to devour her succulent freckled breasts. When my jeans and briefs dropped to the ground, she pushed me down to a seated position on the bed and kneeled in from of me, positioning her mouth over my waiting cock. She gripped throbbing shaft and looked up at me with a devilish smile. The prospect of watching that profusely freckled face bobbing up and down with my rod in her mouth was nearly enough to make me cum. Given her mastery of fellatio, I knew Janet was capable of bringing me to orgasm in a matter of minutes; but that wasn't what I hoped for.

"Take your time, don't get me off so fast," I pleaded, as my engorged member easily glided deep into her mouth. "we need to make this last."

Little by little, she pulled backwards, so I could luxuriate in her exquisite suction across every millimeter of my shaft until it released. The burning lust was palpable as I looked into her eyes.

"Sorry, not stopping, can't help it... just love the taste and feel of your cock when I suck on you," she replied almost matter-of-factly. "So you're just gonna have to let me make you cum in my mouth. After that you can eat my pussy, then I'll get you hard again so I can ride you."

It was one of those 'Godfather' moments; the proverbial offer you couldn't refuse. Soon, I was lost in the overwhelming sensations of incalesent wetness and pumping lingual traction engulfing my organ. Once again, the tempo and intensity of her machinations flawlessly precipitated my growing excitation; she was in complete control.

"Oh GOD," I gasped, as my body spasmed in frenzied convulsions with each successive eruption of semen. This time, she allowed the viscous nectar to pool in her mouth. When my ejaculations subsided, her lips parted and she teasingly displayed the nearly overflowing contents to me before swallowing it all in a single gulp. It was a textbook porn star move; lasciviously X-rated. I collapsed back onto the bed, floating in the stupefying haze of post orgasmic bliss. I could hear her giggling as she removed what remained of our clothing and lay next to me.

"So, enjoy that as much as l did?," she asked rhetorically.

I turned and gave her a delicate kiss on the lips.

"Mmm, much, much more, I bet," I answered dreamily. "..and that's a bet I'm sure I'd win."

"Impossible to judge," she giggled, "or I'd take you up on it. We could bet on who's better at using their mouth for fun and pleasure."

"Shit, I couldn't top you in that department," I admitted. "You're like a Jedi master or something; can't imagine anyone better. But I'll give it my best shot."

"Yeah, think you should," she agreed, as her legs spread apart invitingly. "Kitchen's open, got your favorite dish, hot and juicy."

"Yummy," I replied as I reached down and gently fingered her moist pussy. "I was really looking forward to eating out tonight. Hope you don't mind if I start with those scrumptious freckled tits as a little appetizer before chowing down on the main course."

"Ooo, please, enjoy," she purred accommodatingly.

I began to kiss, and lick, and suck her firm, meaty breasts. I adored how their milky whiteness was framed by all those tiny freckles. Janet loved when I lavished attention on them.

"Feels sooo nice," she cooed. "But I bet you like Steph's boobs more than mine. Mine'r kinda...minuscule compared to hers."

"Listen.... Steph's boobs are like, freakish, your's..... perfection....," I replied reassuringly, continuing my culinary tasting tour of her topless upper body. "Plus she doesn't have your sexy freckles."

"Ummm," she groaned in appreciation. "then how 'bout Julie's freckles; do hers turn you on more than mine?"

"No fucking way; it's all about you," I replied, while kissing my way down to her pussy. "She... no one makes me feel like you do. No one turns me on like you. You know I'm totally, completely, madly, fucking crazy in love with you."

"I know," she giggled, as my lips passed over a ticklish patch of skin. "I just love hearing you say it. Mmmm, it's what I like to think about while you made me cum,"

I ran my tongue past her navel in a straight line to her glistening, clean-shaven labia. Spreading the moist lips with my fingers, I probed for her clit. She loudly gasped when my mouth clamped down. At that moment, I was firm in the conviction that I relished the taste of Janet's pussy as much as s enjoyed my cock. My tongue lashed at her canal in an effort to coax more of the intoxicating vaginal liquor from her. My efforts were rewarded. When her pussy began it's pre-orgasmic clenching, that was my cue to reach up and knead her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Invariably, it propelled and intensified the cascading waves of rapturous pleasure that wracked her body as she came. Again and again, she came hard, and I gradually moderated my vigorous oral stimulation as the tsunami of ecstasy receded.

I always took advantage of her post-climax quiescence to explore random clusters of freckles that whimsically peppered various parts of her body. The region of her inner thighs closest to her pussy had sparse freckling, but the density increased as I moved down to her quads and around her calves. Her freckles were my singular obsession, and I couldn't help but kiss and caress them; and she loved every minute of it.

"Feels sooo nice," she purred, while I gently massaged a supple calf. "anything interesting down there?"

"You know exactly what I'm looking at," I answered while running my tongue from the base of her Achilles up to her knee. "I'm like a drug addict. Your freckles are like heroin, the more I see, the more I want."

"Well," she giggled, "how 'bout snuggling up next to me, there's plenty more up here to satisfy your craving."

I slithered up the bed, and once we were face to face, our torsos, arms, legs and lips seamlessly intertwined and connected in an amatory coalescence that made our two bodies merge into one. We had evolved from merely having sex to making love. Janet positioned herself on top of me, then reached down and directed my fully erect phallus to her entrance. I was engulfed in velvety warm wetness as she slowly took me inside her. God, it felt good. With her arms straight and her calves anchored beneath my legs, she began that rhythmic, undulating grind which insured her clit received maximal stimulation. I laid back, mesmerized by the sensuous sway of her supple, well toned freckled body. Then I began random caresses across her body with gossamer-like delicacy, the kind of touch designed to send shivers down your spine. My fondling invariably heightened her cascading state of arousal. Her eyes were closed and her lips curled with a look sublime carnal delight. Gasps and moans of pleasure punctuated the steady rocking of her body as she approached another climax. Finally, her muscles tensed to the point of trembling as mouth opened in a silent scream of orgasmic ecstasy. Then Janet collapsed on top of me, and I continue my feathery petting, and kissed any freckles with reach of my lips.

"You win," she whispered. "The way you touch me, kiss me... nothing could be better than that."

"Except the way you make love to me," I countered. "let's call it a draw, ok?"

"For now," she agreed, "but I have some more work to do."

She sat up quickly, grabbed a pillow and motioned for me to place it under my lower back down to my butt.

"What're you doing?," I asked as I accommodated her request.

"You'll see," she replied cryptically.

Janet faced backwards, straddled my stiff cock, lowered herself down and began riding me. Undoubtedly, this was yet another component of the sexual repertoire her sister taught her. I would later recognize this particular position as 'reverse cowgirl.'

"Feel good?," she asked, while contracting her powerful pelvis muscles. "I love the way your cock is hitting my G-spot."

"Mmm yeah, feels great. Kinda like doggie-style, but you're doing all the work," I replied.

I took hold of her hips and used my hands to regulate the pacing of her motion. It felt as if I was masturbating, using her pussy as a warm, lubricant glove.

"Do you think you can get us both off at the same time?," I asked hopefully.

"That's my goal," she replied, while maintaining that sensual sway. "Let me know when you're getting really close."

From this angle, I could clearly view the spread of freckles on her shoulders, back and triceps. It was a huge turn-on. I tightened my grip on her hips and began pushing and pulling her up and down with greater rapidity. She understood what that meant. Her pelvic muscles clenched in response and I could feel her vaginal walls begin to tremble. I held back as long as I could; the instant I erupted, her wails of ecstasy filled the room, harmonizing with my own. We shared orgasms, each heightened by the other's rapture; an exquisite ending for a perfectly choreographed dance of desire.

Janet turned and laid next to me, her head resting on my shoulder. Her eyes were closed and she had a smile that read contentment on her face. I draped my arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead, basking in the warm afterglow of our lovemaking. We would have settled in to a serene slumber had it not been for a knock on the door.

"Hey guys," I heard Julie's muted voice. "Can I come in for a few?"

"Sure, c'mon in," replied Janet. I suspected she was dying to know what had transpired with Johnny; admittedly, I was curious, myself.

Upon receiving the invitation, Julie bounded through the room and jumped into bed, wedging herself between us. She was wearing gym shorts along with a snug crop top tee shirt, and was seemingly oblivious to our nakedness.

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything," she quipped with a giggle. "I did wait 'til you quieted down."

"Very considerate of you," I replied. "..and by the way, you'n Johnny seemed to be making some noise of your own."

"Yeah," Janet chimed in. "Give it up, my sister, you gotta tell us what happened."

"Welll, ok," she agreed with a proviso. "but you gotta promise not to tell anyone else, it's personal and I told him I wouldn't say anything."

"Scouts honor," I agreed.