DYCHO

DYCHO

The sky was a calm blue Caribbean sea with scattered cottonballs that strolled throughout the sky like herds of sheep. The Shepperd was no where in sight so the clouds roamed sinfully. Graham Greene would calls this heaven. But for those of us living in San Diego the day was a typical gorgeous day, an average day of the beauty and the rest of the world. I was chillin’ at Stephanie’s house (lesbian friend of my ex-wife) waiting for my ex-wife to meet me at Stephanie’s place for Trivial Pursuit night. Stephanie, Karla (Stephanie’s very hot, fine-ass roommate and lover), and myself were laxin’ on the couch watching “Howard the Duck” on Netflix. And yes, we were smokin’ some weed too. It was at this time my eyes and my mind wandered onto Karla’s legs resting across from me. Her legs were a force that were bringin’ me into a place much more powerful than me. But I’m sure the weed had something to do with this pullin’ force. And don’t be alarmed I wasn’t being a creep and being married man at the same time. I was just being a creep. I had forgotten I was married for a minute. I knew how to separate the two without gettin’ caught. But I digrest. Her legs were long but not too long….firm….caramel….and her yoga shorts were short, tiny, huggin’ tightly to that 23 year old ass. Almost like some panties just without some pretty lace. Her tank-top with no bra wasn’t exactly helpin’ the situation either. Karla was a shorter Sophie Monk type before there was a Sophie Monk. But I digrest. Being that I knew Karla really well, I don’t think she would have flipped out if she caught me peekin’ at her legs. She would have appreciated the thought as a nice gesture, a compliment. Like Digable Planets, Karla was cool like dat.
Stephanie got up off the couch and made her way into the kitchen. The fridge opened and the sound waves of a bag of cookies being released to the wild vibrated toward the T.V. room. “Hey…Sailor come here for a sec and help me out.”
“Karla…do you want something to drink?” I asked as I headed to the kitchen.
“No thanks.” She replied.
I walked into the kitchen and the first thing Stephanie did was pinch the hell out of my arm. “Don’t be checkin’ out my bitches legs.”
“What are you talkin’ about, girl?”
“I saw you takin’ a peek at Karla’s legs. Don’t think for a second that I wouldn’t tell El.” Stephanie threatened as she stepped up to my face. Steph meant business. By the way, El was my wife at the time.
Stephanie came off as a pretty threatening individual to most people. She was a really tall, big bone girl with a mullet and a tattoo on her forearm that read, “Da Bitch.” Once a person got on her good graces then she would be the sweetest, coolest dike of all times. But this time, I really felt she meant business the way she stood up to me. Steph was so protective of Karla. As well as she should. Dikes are very jealous creatures when it comes to their bitch. She took a step back and with crazy eyes she joked, “Don’t be scared. I was just foolin’ with you. I like the fact that you were salivating over her legs. She has some fine ass legs. I love fuckin’ her.”
I closed my eyes for a sec picturing her legs and replied, “Ya, she does.”
The timer from the microwave went off and then Steph grabbed a dish of chocolate chip cookies from the belly of the microwave and placed the cookies on a tray. And just before we both raced back to the couch to check out Karla some more we poured out some milk for our cookies in coffee mugs.
“Nice….cookies”. Karla expressed with weed delight.
I have to be honest here. When Karla leaned forward to grab a cookie her thong sneaked out and I thought, “My eyes have seen the glory.” Then I thought why is she wearin’ a thong with short, tight, yoga shorts? I was confused. But what wasn’t so cool was when I looked over to Stephanie to see if see caught me again and sure enough she did as she nodded her head in disbelief. She had that “control yourself” look on her face. I’m sorry…she also wore an itty-bitty tank top too like I mentioned earlier. Her breasts were perfectly sized and shaped. Her breast reminded me of two scoops of ice cream with a cherry on top—baskin robins. Karla reached forward again and grabbed another cookie, and once again I looked again at her thong. I couldn’t believe what I was seein’. I mean it wasn’t the first time I’ve seen a liberated thong. I couldn’t help it. It’s the weed I tell ya. Believe me people. The weed be lettin’ you know. Karla came back up and snuggled back into the couch, and replied, “These are some good chocolate chip cookies.”
“Ya..they are.” I expressed as my eyes combed over the skin of her perfect body.
Stephanie got up in a furious manner. “Okay…that’s it Sailor. Karla go to the bathroom and get the shower going…now!!” Stephanie shouted. Karla got up off the couch and headed to the bathroom like an obedient love slave. Stephanie then looked over at me with a pissed off look. “Do you want to see it? Ha….do you want to see it? Do you want to see her fucking body, asshole?”
With my hands up in the air playin’ dumb I replied, “What the fuck are you talking about, Stephanie?”
“Look…don’t play dumb here, buddy. I know you want to see her body, so you are going to see it.”
“Okay…but do I have to see your body too. Because I wouldn’t feel comfortable. I mean nothing against your body but.”
“What about my body? I’m big girl…is that what it is?.”
“No..no…that’s not the problem.”
Stephanie spun around, stormed out of the T.V. room, and shouted, “Whatever…asshole.” Before I could blink Steph was back in the livin’ room at the other end of the couch. “Come with me, asshole. I want you to witness this.”
I followed Stephanie to her bedroom. She closed the door after me and started to undress. “Don’t like at me, fucker.” But it was hard not to look because to my left was a wall of mirrors and to my right was a wall of mirrors. It was a lose lose situation. So I just closed my eyes and let my ears guide me—shit was crashin’ to the ground, doors were opening and closing, things were thrown at my feet. With all the rukus coming from the room it sounded like Stephanie was transforming into the Hulk.
“What are you doing?” Stephanie asked.
“Nothing.”
“I hope you aren’t looking?”
“Trust me…I am not looking.”
“Good...because now you can look.”



I spun around and I looked in the direction of her closet. It took a second or two for Stephanie to walk out. The immediate sight of Stephanie caused me to rub my eyes. Not once but twice. She walked out with a vintage, curly, grey wig on her head. She had on a vintage, blue grandma sun dress that had pretty daisy patterns, old stockings that barely held on below her knees, and a pair of baby doll shoes. And in her right hand was chrome, shiny dildo looked like that “silver bullet” model I’ve seen at Dreamers. The first thing that came to mind was Norman Bates from the movie “Psycho.” Stephanie slowly raised the vibrator up in a stabbing motion and instead of the infamous score of the shower scene in Psycho, the sounds of the vibrator throbbed around the room. That’s when I thought, “Dycho.”
“That’s a really fucking crazy get up you got there, Steph..
“You think?”
“Umm..ya.”
She walked pass me with the vibrator still running and said, “You haven’t seen nothing yet”.
So I turned around and followed Stephanie out of her room and into the hallway. We came up to the bathroom door and Stephanie stopped at the foot of the door. With her left hand she grabbed the doorknob and twisted the knob over very slowly without making a sound like a thief in the night. She looked at me and “HUSHED” me with the vibrator placed over her lips. I was fucking excited by now. All I did was nod my head yes. Man…my heart was racing fast. It wasn’t a scary anxiety fast, it was more like a little boy anxiously waiting for the doors of Disney Land to open for the day. First time visitor to Disney Land feelin’. I had goose bumps all over my body and even the hair follicles on the back of my neck were trumbling in excitement. I had no clue to what to expect once Stephanie opened that door….but I had an idea. And that idea was watching fine ass Karla in the flesh with warm shower drops running down her body. My balls felt like they were on X as I pictured Karla on the other side of the shower curtain.
Stephanie slowly, quietly pushed forward against the door trying not to make a sound. I guess she didn’t want to alarm Karla that we were coming in. This moment had to be perfect. Someone was definitely in for a surprise, and I started to believe it was me. I mean it couldn’t have been Stephanie because she seemed like she had done this before. She went through the motions routinely and calmly, and I think Karla had an idea. She knew her role like Maggie Gyllenhall in the Secretary. Stephanie inch by inch slowly opened the bathroom door, and a little trail of steam peeked around the crack of the door and escaped into the hallway, and into my nose. I barely got a whiff of the steam and it was magical. Disney Land was at my finger tips. The door was opened enough so that Stephanie sneaked around the door, and I followed tiptoeing behind Stephanie. Once we were both in the mist of the steam room my heart started to hurt. The room was densely filled of steam yet Karla was still very visible on the other side of the shower curtain. It started to become really hot in here. So I made sure to be extra quiet tiptoeing to the left side of Stephanie so that I could get a better view of Karla’s body. The whole moment was becoming more and more like “Psycho”: the steam filled up the bathroom, shower head splashing over a bare naked work of art, a dressed up grandma, a vibrator took the place of the kitchen knife, yet the scene was still very much suspenseful.
Stephanie stepped up to the foot of the tub and I tiptoed off to the left of her and straddled the toilet for the best seat in the joint. I was in the perfect spot with nothin’ in the way. Through the shower curtain I could see the water splashing the jaw droppin’ curves of Karla’s back as she rubbed soap all over the front of her body. My only wish was I wish I had some ice tea or something to drink. The cotton mouth was chokin’ me. I could feel blood flow racin’ on all through my body, especially on the other side of my zipper. Stephanie reached out to the far end of the shower curtain and once she got a solid grip on the curtain she flung the curtain wide open. Karla turned around ever so slowly. She wasn’t startled at all. She was in a happy place. Her fingers were combing out the soapy suds out of her hair and the suds slowy slithered down her peaks and valleys never missing the pulse of her heart beat. She gave us a full frontal view of her body. “My eyes have seen the glory,” I thought. The running water glistened over her breast, cleavage, and the soaps suds blanketed her nipples. The shampoo bubbles slid down her long firm torso, splashin’ over her itty bitty patch of hair, and down her candy, sweet legs. I looked down to see her feet and her toes were the cutest thing, to die for really. To this day, I still haven’t seen a woman with a fiery, hot body like hers. Karla’s body was absolutely amazing. From her neck to her shoulders and to her breast and to her belly and to her hips to her landing strip and to her legs and then her toes, and back again. Karla’s body was real. No plastic surgery, no collagen injections, nothing was fake about her. With all these emotions runnin’ wild I was pleased I held it together this long.
Karla’s hands caressed over her plum, round breasts and started to massage them very seductively, passionately. Her fingertips brushed around her nipples. It was so hot….so hot in the room right now. My balls were on X. And so was my shaft. All my eyes could muster up was, “OH MY GOD….OH MY GOD…OH MY GOD”. Karla’s left hand slowly worked down around her belly and her right hand worked around both breast. The whole time her eyes never left mine. I was seduced.
“Hi Sailor.” She delicately sung out with shower drops dripping and glistening from her curvy lips.
“Hi Karla,” was all that I could muster up. Words were not apart of this equation.
Stephanie looked over her shoulder looking right at me and gave me a special WINK. All I could do was nod my head yes. And I mean both heads said yes today.
“Turn around…Karla.” Stephanie ordered.
As the stream of luke warm shower droplets ran down her breast, she about faced slowly with both hands spread across the shower wall but her eyes never left mine. A stampede of raindrops flash flooded downstream off her hair and down her back. Her eyes locked right on mine, and never did she look at Steph. Her eyes had fuck me all over them. But then again, it could have been for Stephanie too or just the weed. “OH MY GOD….OH MY GOD….OH MY GOD,” was all that was runnin’ around in my head—both heads. The rain showers dropped onto her shoulders into the valley of her back and down her backside, over her sweet ass. “OH MY GOD’.” Stephanie and her orgasm filled dildo carried on forward through the right of passage toward Karla’s garden of sin. OH BY THE WAY…WHAT A GREAT GARDEN!!” The head of the vibrating dildo now reached out toward the lips of her garden like a hungry pest. “MMMMMMM.MMMMM…..MMMMMMM..MMMMMM….MMMMM”. The vibrator hummed away on the lips. Man….I got to be honest. My unit was so breaking through my pants right now. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The Hulk was getting mad on the other side of the zipper.
Karla spun around and now her frontal was meltin’ my mental. She raised her left leg on the tub and was spread open. She started shoving her body into the throbbing vibrating dildo like a tornado on coke. It was really hot. So hot I had to take my shirt off. The steam from the hot shower kept pulsating in the room causing me to feel faint. Or could have been Karla’s thrusting position.
I’m starin’ at Karla’s face and looking back at her penetrated garden to the heavens. I kept on lookin’ back at ther eyes and back down to her garden. She was my favorite day dream comin’ to life. I couldn’t tell what was more alluring her face or garden. And as I looked back at Karla’s face again, I noticed her eyes were locked onto to me like a wolf starrin’ down a rabbit. She huffed and puffed animalistic style and a hunger look lingered in her eyes. It was obvious. So was becoming an animal of the pleasurable kind. Anyways, I hopped off the toilet and tapped Steph on the shoulder.
“Can…I get closer?”
“Sure..come here Sailor.” Steph replied as she grabbed a hold off my left hand. With no shirt and my shaft noticeably poppin’ out from the inside of my pants, I stepped forward alongside Stephanie. I reached out with my right hand and so softly caressed Karla’s ass with my index finger. Just one finger was all I needed really.
“Do you want to hold on to it?” Stephanie asked.
The same right index finger that caressed on Karla’s ass was now gripped around a vibrating machine. I didn’t have to do nothing. She shoved her self right into me over and over again. It was really an amazin’ feelin’. Karla’s juices started oozin’ down the vibrator and onto my fingers—a baptism moment. Her Jedi mind tricks were working on my eagerly awaiting zipper that only had one thing on its mind, “FREEDOM.” Seconds into observing her garden, I looked down at my crotch and my zipper was wide open—Jedi mind tricks. My shaft was huffin’ and puffin’ like a wolf just waitin’ to blow her house down, and believe me I didn’t forget about my wife but my shaft did. Real quick. He suddenly had amnesia. He had Karla’s garden in sight.
“OH MY GOD”….Karla’s gasped as she grabbed a hold of me.
With my hands occupied I shimmied down my pants and boxers down and pass my hips. The only thing visible from my waist down was my gracious gardenin’ tool breathin’ on Karla’s pulsatin’ lips. Karla’s eyes and my eyes were honed in on each other. She had this animalistic look in her eyes. In one dance motion she kneeled down and ended up on her knees in the tub with her face at shaft level. Her left hand slowly reached out and grabbed my shaft and cradled my loins. Her face, her lips perched right on the head of my mushroom. She looked into my eyes. “My you have a pretty cock. I can smell a great fuck coming on.”
“YA…YOU’RE RIGHT.”
Her right hand gripped around my shaft firmly and her lips pressed passionately on my cock. As her lips started to slightly open up around my throbbing shaft, I felt a stern tap on my left shoulder. I kept my right eye on Karla’s lips that wrapped around my mushroom cap and my left eye scanned over my left shoulder. My left eye registered Stephanie tappin’ on my shoulder. “Gosh….What the fuck, Steph? Can you see this?” I stated pointing down at Karla.
“Sorry….I just want to see this happen…Okay Sailor. It’s gone to far?”
“Of course. Of course. You’re right?” I looked back down at Karla. “Five more minutes, Steph. PLEASE.”
As I stared back down at Karla, her lips had just wrapped around my mushroom. Gosh it felt so good. In mind head I kept repeating, “I don’t wanna believe or be in love. I don’t wanna believe or be in love.” I did so to keep the erupting sensation under control. Surely I didn’t want this moment to end ever so quickly. It sucks when it happens too soon—for both people. It is always a funny and awkward moment when it happens. You just got to laugh, especially when it’s a wet dream. And before I could hold on to this moment the fuckin’ alarm clock fired off, and it was time to go to work.