After Rachel’s mind-blowing night with Toni, she could hardly think of anything else during the rest of the weekend. She knew she wanted to be with Toni again, but she was also craving the feeling of a rock-hard cock between her legs.
During first period on the next Monday, she sat quietly in her calculus class thinking of ways to fulfill her next fantasy. She knew Toni would want to fuck again; she had been extremely horny and anxious to be fucked for as long as the two had been friends. Rachel knew that being with a girl for the first time would have definitely piqued Toni’s excitement and sex drive.
Rachel looked around her class, thinking of who she’d like to hook up with next. She’d already hooked up with Jack, a medium-sized guy with a sharp face and short brown hair, when she had been a sophomore. He only wanted to get his dick sucked though and wasn’t too great at returning the favor. Thomas, the tall, blue-eyed blonde with firm muscles and a sleek build, was another story. Most of the girls fawned after him, and she’d love to have his supposedly huge, pulsing cock in her increasingly wet pussy.
“Rachel, can you help me derive this equation?” Miss Hendricks asked.
With that, Rachel was brought back to reality from her reverie.
Later that day at lunch, Toni had already formulated a plan, which she was in the process of explaining to Rachel. Toni was wearing a tight pink tank-top and a skinny mini-skirt, revealing her bronzed legs and bulging breasts.
“This weekend Rach, there’s going to be a huge basketball party at Greg’s. It’s on Friday night. I was thinking after our last movie night…. we might want to go on the prowl. If you’re ok with that?”
“Absolutely,” said Rachel, who had been thinking the exact same thing.
“You know me, I like a good cock every now and again,” Toni said.
“You want a threesome?” Rachel asked, flushing with excitement.
“Yeah, I’d absolutely love one. You know me too well, Rach. I’ve been checking out Simon for a while, and I know he likes you a lot. Maybe we could get with him. I’d love to have him inside of me. I’ve heard he’s tall in more way than one.”
Simon was the basketball team’s leading point guard. He was 6′ 3″, had rich black skin, a close shaved head, and a well-defined face. He had soft eyes, a thin and well-shaped nose, and a high jaw bone that fully accented the beauty of his profile. Rachel had always thought he was the nicest looking player on the entire team. Simon often noticed Rachel as well, wearing her usual black miniskirt, with a pink thong peeking out of the top and gorgeous legs and firm ass beautifully shown off.
“Sounds like we have a plan,” Rachel said as she finished her drink.
The week seemed excruciatingly long and Rachel often had to rely on her pink, egg shaped vibrator to get her through the more difficult moments. Toni was having similar problems, but she preferred her massaging showerhead for giving her a helping hand.
On Friday night, brimming with excitement, the girls drove together to the party. They were both wearing tight designer t-shirts and short, spandex shorts, meant to reveal their supple, young bodies. They were succeeding quite easily at this goal. Rachel looked like a blonde goddess with tits standing at attention and her long legs running up to a pair of firmly cupped ass cheeks, barely hidden by her shorts. Toni’s massive chest was straining against the fabric of her light t-shirt, providing an excellent view of her pink nipples. He ass seemed to be even less well covered than Rachel’s.
Once they arrived, Rachel and Toni made a beeline for Simon and began to drink beers and chat. Simon was ecstatic that the girls were so interested in him. After her third beer, Rachel was feeling one hell of a buzz. She and Toni had been flirting with Simon for a while now, all three standing in a corner.
“Wanna head up to a place a little more private?” Rachel asked with the help of her liquid courage.
“Yeah, why don’t we,” Toni seconded.
Simon was a bit surprised both girls wanted to head off to get some privacy, but he was still hoping he get some alone time with one of them.
Once upstairs, they all went into the empty master’s bedroom, adorned in flowery sheets, and expensive rugs. The two girls sat down on the bed, while Simon stood facing them.
“Well, what’s so secret we needed all this privacy?” Simon asked.
“Well, Toni and I were just wondering if you wanted to have a little fun….”
“What kind of fun were you thinking?”
As the words came out of Simon’s mouth, Toni reached over and pulled Rachel into an embrace, forcefully and passionately kissing her beautiful, blonde friend. As he watched, a bulge started to form in Simon’s pants. The girls took off each other’s shirts, then bras, and finally their spandex shorts revealing a lack of panties, as Simon looked on in awe, cock at full attention, beer in hand.
The girls were kneeling, facing each other, tongues intertwined and hands exploring each other’s luscious breasts, teasing the nipples and massaging up and down the entirety of the breast. After a minute of this, Toni pulled away, and with a sweet look in her almond eyes, asked Simon, “Wanna join the party?
Before Simon could respond, Rachel had moved to the edge of the bed, pushed her hand inside Simon’s shorts, and grabbed his granite dick. Setting his beer on the dresser, he quickly pulled off his shorts and shed his boxers, revealing a well-groomed dick that must have been at least eight inches long; not too big but definitely not too small: the perfect kind of just right. Pulling his shirt off, he revealed a sleek physique and a set of tightly formed abs.
Rachel, rubbing her hand up and down his big cock, caused his dick to pulse as the sensation of her soft hand moved up and down his shaft. Simon looked down in ecstasy as her hand ran its way up and down his entire cock, causing a slow dribble of precum to form at the top of his dick. With a quick motion of her head and a swish of blonde hair, she took him into her mouth. She started at the top, rubbing her soft tongue up and down, back and forth, around and around his dickhead. She poked in and around his dickhole, rubbing down his shaft the entire time. Then she began to take him deeper and deeper into her mouth, finally sucking his long cock all the way back into her throat, making soft gurgling sounds as she went, tongue still working sensually up his shaft. While she sucked his hard black cock, he pressed her beautifully blonde head deeper, and watched as Toni began to eat her pussy from behind. Simon loved the feeling of his cock moving deeper and deeper into Rachel’s wet throat as her tongue teased him, and he pulled quickly in and out.
Rachel loved the slightly salty taste of cock in her mouth as she forced Simon’s cock deeper and deeper into the back of her throat. The tight feeling of his cock filling her mouth as she ran her tongue along the shaft turned her on immensely, causing her pussy to become even wetter. She also loved Toni’s tongue in her pussy, making slow circles around her clit and flitting into and out of her slit. Toni’s soft pink tongue caused increasing amounts of bliss and wetness in Rachel. Occasionally, a finger or two would explore their way into the depths of her slit, causing her to let out a gargled moan and spurring an irrepressible contraction as Toni brushed against her g-spot.
After five minutes of multiple layers of bliss, Toni and Rachel switched positions. Toni excitedly put Simon’s glistening black cock into her mouth as he let out a gasp of pleasure. She worked his cock at a much faster rate, moving her head up and down at a quick rate, letting his thick cock pound into the back of her throat. As he fucked her face, Simon rubbed her massive, bouncing tits from above, as she was blowing him on all fours, so Rachel could eat her pussy.
Toni let out constricted moans as Simon’s cock shot in and out of her throat like a gorgeous black piston. Rachel, learning from her last experience, started by briefly tonguing Toni’s pussy with quick, crosswise strokes of the tongue, before she moved to her friend’s asshole. This brief pussy eating, with tongue moving across and throughout the folds of Toni’s pussy and occasionally brushing across her small, beadlike clit, caused a flow of rich, sweet, warm juice to trail from Toni’s slit to her ass. Rachel continued to slide two fingers into her friends slit as her nimble tongue maneuvered to make deeper and deeper circles into Toni’s asshole. Toni could feel her ass and pussy make slight contractions as her friend worked her way into them with her tongue and fingers.
Simon joyfully watched the girls pleasuring each other as Toni continued to bring his hard cock deeper and deeper into her throat as he thrust his hips. Toni’s blowjob was far more intense and slightly more stimulating than Rachel’s had been. As he was pumping, Rachel’s head emerged from Toni’s glistening ass cheeks.
“Would you like to pound that hammer into something else?” Rachel asked saltily as she turned around on the bed, ass in the air, pussy facing Simon.
Toni came up from Simon’s cock, and moved to the front of the bed so Rachel could continue to eat her out.
“Let me find a condom,” Simon mumbled as he continued to stroke his dick.
With a mischievous smirk, Rachel said, “Don’t worry, I’m on the pill. I want to feel all of you inside of me. Every last rock hard inch.”
Excitedly, Simon moved forward to fuck Rachel with all of his might. With his strong hands, Simon gripped Rachel’s firm, white hips, and slowly drove his thick, black cock into her pink honeypot as she let out a low sigh of ecstasy. His cock slid in easily, but he could feel the tight resistance of her young and dripping pussy as he pushed forward. He had never been inside a girl bareback before, and he had never been inside such a beautiful blonde before. From his vantage point, he had the perfect view: Rachel’s tight white ass and athletic back culminated in her shining blonde head, which was currently buried in Toni’s pussy (and ass, depending on the tongue stroke). Toni, who had changed positions, was on her back, head thrown back onto a pillow, with her large tits, two perfectly formed globes with pink points on top, bouncing as she convulsed with pleasure. Her smooth stomach ended in Rachel’s glowing hair as her friend continued to alternate between quickly whipping her tongue into and out of Toni’s pussy and flitting it into her puckering asshole.
Simon was picking up his tempo, sweat glistening on his muscles as he continued to pound in and out of Rachel’s slit. His thick, black dick shot into and out of her pink hole, faster and faster as his tempo picked up. He could feel an incredible amount of pressure building up in his cock and his balls as he came closer and closer to the point of blowing his load. Rachel’s pussy felt like a magnificent type of wet silk, with just the right of pressure added, as he pushed in and out of her. He moved his cock up and down and from slightly different angles each time he reentered Rachel, causing her to let out small gasps as she ate Toni’s ass. He could feel each stroke of his cock bringing them closer to climax.
As he was reaching his zenith, his concentration was broken as Toni sat up and moved to the end of the bed. She reached off the bed and slid a thin tube out of her purse.
“Are you close, babe?” she asked.
Simon gave an affirmative grunt.
“Me too. How would you like to finish in my ass? Rachel’s loosened it up nicely.”
Simon’s eyes lit up as he slowly pulled out of Rachel. Toni was already lying on her back, using the small tube she had grabbed to squirt lube into her asshole. She seductively pushed her lubed middle finger into her small, clenched sphincter.
She turned to a panting Rachel, “Sit on my face with your back to Simon. I want to show you the magic of a rim job.”
Rachel obeyed almost immediately as Simon moved over. Before Rachel took her place, Toni, with knees up and to the side, back arched slightly, rubbed lube onto Simon’s quivering cock as she slowly guided his massive rod into her firm asshole. With each centimeter of cock that entered her, Toni shook slightly and let out a slightly higher-pitched moan. Once Simon was fully inside of her, he began to slowly push in and out of her asshole, never fully coming out for fear of not being able to get back into this tight and mystical cavern.
From this moment on, he knew he could never love pussy in the same way. Although Rachel was mind blowing, the blissfully surrounding pressure of such a tight ass and the very excitement of being in a girl’s ass were bringing Simon to new levels of arousal. His erection was almost painfully hard as he began to pick up speed, forcing Toni’s asshole wider and going deeper. He cupped her supple tits, feeling their firm interior and soft exterior simultaneously. Toni had wrapped her legs around Simon, bringing his hard cock as far as possible into her now gaping asshole. She loved the rough, albeit slightly painful, sensation of a cock filling her ass. She could feel arousal shooting through her body from every nerve in her ass, sending waves of excitement to her soaking pussy.
At this point, Rachel had fully assumed the position. She was slightly nervous at first as she felt Toni’s tongue reach into her asshole, but within a half second she let out a gasp of excitement and arousal. She was being stimulated in a whole new way. A finger was rubbing her G-spot, as a tongue first pumped deeply in and out of her asshole and then circled around the entrance to her brown eye. With a second, louder gasp, she felt Toni’s lubed index finger probe into her asshole, rubbing her on all sides. This continued for a few seconds and then transformed back into a soft, yet deeply searching, tongue. She had never gotten so close to orgasm this quickly.
Simon, one hand on Toni’s left breast, one now rubbing her clit in circles, was pounding as fast as possible in his position. He could feel Toni beginning to heave upwards, and he knew he couldn’t last much longer.
“Fuck my little ass. Oh, oh, sweet Jesus fuck me Simon!” came the muffled scream from Toni as she began to enter a massive orgasm, wave after wave crashing through her body, causing her to undulate with pleasure.
With the first tight contraction of her ass muscles, Simon felt his floodgates open like a blissful dam. With strong strokes and pumps, his throbbing black cock shot load after load of cum into Toni’s asshole. She could feel his warm juices filling her ass to the brim as her entire body shook from orgasm. Her tongue was still in Rachel’s ass as she writhed in pleasure. After what felt like eons of ecstasy, Simon pulled his still hard black cock out of Toni’s ass. Glistening white cum began to drip slowly onto the bed from her asshole as she moaned deeply.
To his surprise, Simon found out he wasn’t done. Rachel, tits at full perk and pussy sopping wet, had yet to cum. She almost scrambled across Toni to reach Simon’s still hard cock. Like she was starving for cock, Rachel took Simon deeply back into her throat, disregarding the fact he had just been in her friend’s ass. Even though Simon had blown a huge load and he was tired from fucking like a workhorse, Rachel’s desperate desire to be fucked turned him on immensely. After a couple minutes of throat pounding cock sucking, Simon could feel his cock regaining its fully rock hard status. He saw Rachel smile as she felt this. Toni was still lying on the bed, eyes closed in blissful remembrance.
When she felt Simon’s cock regain full hardness, Rachel pulled her soft mouth away, handed Simon the lube, and pointed her ass in his direction. After applying more lube to his dick, and rubbing a bit into Rachel’s asshole, gently probing into her ass and pussy with his fingers, Simon slowly guided his once again throbbing dick into a begging asshole for the second time in his life. Simon saw Toni had regained a bit of libido as well, and was now standing above Rachel on the bed, pussy in range of Rachel’s stroking tongue.
Simon was a big fan of the new doggy style position. Hands firmly on Rachel’s jumping breasts, Simon quickly picked up speed as he rammed his ebony cock into her little white ass. Taste of pussy in her mouth, steel cock in her ass, Rachel was in absolute bliss. She felt completely full. Although Simon’s cock was stretching her ass and it was a quite painful, it was definitely a good hurt. She had never taken it in the ass before, but her enjoyment was magnified by the size of the oncoming orgasm she was holding back. Simon could feel Rachel was even tighter than Toni, probably from playing less with her own ass. He loved the strong resistance on his cock as he fought his way back in with every push and the walls of Rachel’s ass massaged his dick. Once again, with Rachel’s head bobbing and disengaging from her friend’s pussy, he could feel the asshole open and close quickly around his cock as Rachel let out loud shouts of pleasure and came around him. This time, he rode his bucking partner for half of her orgasm, until his cock could stand the building tingling, sensation of bliss no longer. He felt his own orgasm rock through him as he dumped any remaining cum into Rachel’s contracting asshole.
After a few final thrusts, Simon fell onto the bed between the two still panting girls. He had barely noticed that Toni had reached a second climax from Rachel’s quick moving tongue and the sight of Rachel getting fucked in the ass by Simon. Simon could barely believe his luck as he lay between the two gorgeous girls. He wasn’t even sure if the team would believe this story—or if he would even want to tell them about his weekend escapades.
I knew darned well that I was going to cave eventually. I just didn’t know how quickly it would happen and how it would be accomplished. My ex and I adore each other — just not in the same city. Not in the same province, for a long time. The sex was always good and every time we tried to get back together, two things happened.
1) We ended up in huge terrible arguments that led to horrible breakups.
2)We ended up producing another daughter, three girls that we both love dearly but who are determined to drive the pair of us to an early grave.
Case in point: our middle child, Heather. She is a beautiful child. She’s a dark-skinned brown-eyed brunette (my ex, Monique, is black). Heather is intelligent, funny and a Straight-A student. Never a problem, she has a part-time job and banks her money religiously, spending only small amounts on herself.
Heather is also spoiled and willful, when she wants something or sets her mind to it, she can be disturbingly single-minded. In this case, the object in question was something I wasn’t caving on in a million years. My beautiful daughter wanted a motorcycle.
There was no way, not in a million years, not ever, not going to happen, not a chance that I was going to let Heather have a motorcycle.
I am sure all of you fathers with daughters know exactly what’s coming.
I knew somehow she would manage to find a way to wrap Daddy around her little finger and get herself a motorcycle. I was determined to hold off for as long as I could. I couldn’t really stop her from buying one as she was then 20 and an adult, but she was an adult living under my roof RENT FREE. I held the trump card.
Or so I thought.
“You know she’s going to win, Sean,” Monique said to me over the phone. “I’m just curious to see how she does it.”
I had to admit to curiosity about that myself. Heather may be spoiled and willful, but she isn’t petulant. She wouldn’t sulk or anything like that. She did try debating my point but I think they’re dangerous and I didn’t want her riding one. When she pointed out my hypocrisy (I had ridden one when I met Monique) I reminded her that I had been in three accidents and now drove a much more sedate Lamborghini.
I did not expect my daughter to win me over with seduction. Please readers, I am not a child molester and although I knew my daughter was beautiful, I never thought of her in that way. Not until I came home one night and found her curled up in my bed wearing a tiny white teddy and a feather boa and white stilettos that all looked incredible against her dark skin. Heather is more beautiful than her mother; she got the best of both of us. “Daddy,” she purred in a husky, sensual tone. “I’m here to make you a little — proposition.”
My daughter stood up and even her way of moving had changed. It was now sensual and alluring and she wasn’t averting her gaze. “You like my outfit, don’t you Daddy? I will wear things like this for you — and ONLY you — as often as you want. Do you understand what I mean, Daddy? I’m willing to become your lover. You get what you want if I get what I want.”
Okay, you can all think it because I thought it too. Consider this if you will — I was a 43-year old bachelor not dating anyone seriously. My work at the Lamborghini dealership I co-owned with my brother kept me busy and I hadn’t had a chance to go out and meet a lady in a while. In front of stood a mocha-skinned beauty with dark, curly hair and the body of a Playboy centerfold. She’s an adult, I’m an adult and dammit, I wanted her! I pulled her close and snarled “Okay, you devious little bitch, you win!” There is a saying “a stiff prick has no conscience” and mine sure as hell didn’t seem to.
Heather walked to the bed and stretched out on it. “No Daddy, we BOTH win,” she told me. “I’ve wanted to find a way to fuck you for a long time; I’ve wanted to know why mom kept fucking you over and over. Show me Daddy — make me your little slut, your little biker slut.“
How do you argue with something like that? I sure as hell couldn’t, so I joined Heather on the bed. She showed me skills that proved to me she wasn’t a virgin. I wasn’t taking advantage of her; she drove me crazy with a tongue skilled beyond her years. I was being undressed at the speed of light and when I was totally naked, by cocoa-kitten climbed on top. “I’m going to fuck you so well Daddy, you won’t want to fuck other girls,” she purred. “I’m the kind of girl that gets in deep and makes a man want to come back for more and more.”
She was telling the truth about that, my Heather was. Her body almost seemed to slither on top of mine and when she moved, she also seemed intent on taking my breath away. Heather’s body was demanding that I gave her my best work and she writhed and twisted, her ebony beauty catching the light every so often. It gave her a beautiful glow and I knew that as wrong as this was, it was going to happen again and whenever she wanted it too. I knew as well that this wasn’t just about a motorcycle, that was only a small part of it. My middle child really wanted Daddy to fuck her and she had set out to fulfill her wish.
I spent hours in bed with my daughter, making sure she got as much out of me as I got out of her. When we finished, we went down to the dealership and she picked out the bike she wanted. To my surprise, she didn’t want me to buy it for her as I had expected, only co-sign the paperwork. “You silly man,” she laughed as we drove home. “Did you think all this time I wanted you to pay for it? No Daddy, I had the money saved for a large down payment, I just wanted to get your approval.”
Okay, I felt like a huge schmuck.
I should have known things weren’t going to be that simple either. I mistakenly assumed that Heather would keep our little liaisons to herself. I never counted on the fact that she would share them with one of her closest confidantes and that, in turn, would lead to a further complication.
I was home by myself one night; my girls had gone out with friends. Frankly, I was glad to have a night free from Heather; although it was possible she might sneak into bed with me later. The sex had been non-stop and in the interest of full disclosure, it wasn’t always my daughter who initiated. The first time I saw her in those slinky leather pants and black boots, I nearly tore her apart in bed. Heather didn’t seem to mind a bit.
I was surprised to receive a visit from my oldest daughter, Nicole. She had been living with her boyfriend, Terry. From the expression on her face, things were not going well. My 22-year daughter knew all-too well how I felt about Terrance. Look up “asshole” in the dictionary and you’ll likely see his picture beside the definition.
“I want to move home, Daddy,” Nicki said after hugging me hello. “Terry wants to control every facet of my life and I just can’t stand it. Would it be okay if I came back here to live for a while, until I save up enough money to afford a nice apartment of my own?”
I looked at her quizzically. “How do you plan to do that if you’re going to be paying me rent?” I insisted that once the girls graduated high school, they had to contribute to the expenses of the house, including our cable, electricity and phone bill.
Nicole looked at me with her big brown eyes and wiped a stray auburn curl from her forehead. She looks like my side of the family and is taller than Heather by almost 5 inches. “I was hoping that maybe I wouldn’t have to pay rent, if we could work something out,” she asked me with a crafty smile.
“Work something out, how do you mean?”
“I mean, an arrangement that is kind of like the one you have with Heather,” she stated calmly. “A one where I get what I want and you get what you want.” All of my daughters are lovely and Nicole is no exception. In a short black mini, spangly, silver-sequined top and black high heels, all against tanned skin with great legs, she knew what she was selling. Okay, she knew about Heather and me. I should have expected that. Now, the only answer would be was I dumb enough to go the extra mile and succumb to my oldest daughter’s sexual advances?
I think you know the answer to that or you wouldn’t be reading this story, right?
In bed with Nicki, things were much different. Nicole had always liked to be pampered and it was no different during sex. She liked Daddy to undress her and she enjoyed having me make a fuss over her body. It wasn’t hard to enjoy the sweet curves of a 34D, long-legged brunette who was into sex. Like her younger sister, Nicole seemed to exude sexuality and she wasn’t shy about expressing herself when I did something that turned her on. I loved the way she breathed when I was eating her pussy. I thrilled to her digging her nails into my scalp and clamping her thighs around my head as I went down on her. I had committed a cardinal sin with two of my daughters and I can’t honestly say I gave a damn! I was getting something I desperately needed, a hot sex life and the girls were willing to give me something for something they both wanted. Nicole wanted to live with us again, fine! Not only would I have two hot pieces of ass living under my roof, but Nicole loved to cook. I just wondered how I would co-ordinate things between Nicole and Heather. Knowing Nicole and her dominant personality, she would insist on having more of me than her sister, as she was the oldest child.
Nicole loved cock as much as her sister did. She made a big fuss over my cock before she sucked it and she sucked it until I gushed down her throat. For a while, she just stroked my body and then she began to stroke my cock again. Wouldn’t you know it; the little bitch had me hard again and ready to fuck her. Unlike Heather, Nicole wanted me to do her in the traditional position first. She spread her legs wide apart and wrapped them around me once I started to fuck her. “Really go in deep, Daddy,” she grunted as I started to fuck her. “Make me feel your cock, every inch of it.”
“You got it, my little whore,” I told her. She laughed at that and told me she’d be my little whore any time. I fucked her with slow, practiced strokes and let her feel me. She turned her head from side to side and whimpered her pleasure as her Daddy fucked her hot, tight pussy. Either Terrance didn’t fuck her very much or he must be hung like a chipmunk, because my gorgeous daughter was almost as tight as a virgin!
I wasn’t getting off that early. She moved away from me and got on all fours. “A whore should be fucked from behind, Daddy,” Nicki told me. “Make me feel it too and spank me and pull my hair. I don’t mind it if you get rough with me, I’m in good shape.”
My bed was creaking in protest as I fucked her and the only thing louder than the bedsprings were the shrieks coming from my daughter’s lips. I don’t care what anyone says, making your own gorgeous daughter moan and groan like that is a thrill. When Nicole came, I wasn’t far behind her. She cleaned up as much as she could and then went off to shower.
When Heather came home the next morning, I announced to her that her sister was going to be moving back home for a little while. I saw a few curious looks pass between them and I was pretty sure that either they knew what had happened or the old man had been set up in advance. It really didn’t matter, we only had one obstacle left to deal with and in the end, it proved not to be an obstacle at all.
Pepper is my youngest daughter and she’s completely different from her two older sisters. For one thing, she’s a pale-skinned, freckled redhead. I have auburn hair; Monique is black — so where did Pepper get all of this? We did check and yep, she’s my kid. My mother thinks my youngest is a throwback to our Irish roots, but we all love her anyway.
Pepper is also the one of my kids who will state flat out what’s on her mind. A few days before her 18th birthday, she told me straight out what she wanted. “It’s a very special gift, Daddy,” she told me with an impish smile. “I want what Nicki and Heather are getting. I want you to fuck me and be my first man.”
Obviously, at this point I was too far gone to refuse. I nodded and told her “okay”. Her older sisters took her shopping and to the salon. When she came home the day of her birthday, I saw my daughter transformed. On their dime, the girls had turned their little sister into a vivacious sex kitten. In a pretty pink skirt and white blouse with a pink scarf and heels, her makeup and hair all done, I was almost drooling. How did a guy like me earn three such smoking hot babes? The girls each gave their little sister a hug and a kiss and told us they’d be out for the entire evening. We two had the house to ourselves.
I still wanted my daughter’s first time to have some magic to it, so I had arranged a limo to take us to a swanky restaurant where I wined her (I figured if she was old enough to have sex, a few drinks wouldn’t hurt) and dined her and spoiled her rotten. I had gotten her a small silver chain she could wear around her ankle — sex couldn’t be my only gift — and we sat and talked and laughed. I had no idea Pepper was so bright. In some ways, she is the giddiest of my kids, but here she was, impressing me with knowledge of the world I did not know she had.
She was also very flirty, a lot more so than her older sisters. I was mesmerized by this now-18 year old beauty who kept running her foot up my leg. I loved fucking Heather and Nicki, but I really wanted to fuck Pepper. We finished our meal and I asked her if she wanted dessert. She shook her head and whispered naughtily “The only thing I want is what’s in your pants. Come on Daddy, take me home and show me what I’ve been hearing through the walls for the past few months.”
I sighed. I had hoped she wouldn’t hear us, but Nicki’s a screamer when she gets really into it. I nodded and we had the limo take us for a ride so that the champagne could wear off. Once we were home, I think Pepper set speed records in racing upstairs. I tipped the driver and followed my impatient daughter.
She was in bed already, her clothes in a messy pile on the floor. Seeing her, I didn’t care because she was now wearing peach-colored lingerie and those heels. I joined her on the bed and she sat up so that I could take her in my arms. She tasted sweet as we kissed and I couldn’t stop kissing her. I wanted to consume my youngest child and I was thrilled that she seemed as into it as I was.
“Oh God Daddy, my sweet darling Daddy, this is just what I wanted,” Pepper chirped happily as she began helping me out of my suit. “Just you and me, fucking and doing whatever we want. You’re a lucky man Daddy, to have 3 daughters that want to fuck you. I know you love fucking Heather and Nicki, Daddy, but I’m going to give them a run for their money. You’re going to love fucking me Daddy, and you’re going to be the first.”
That part caused me no little trepidation but I did try to push past it. I am not the kind of man who wants to be the first. I was Monique’s first, but thankful that both of our girls had enjoyed boyfriends before me. Being the first can be a bit of a hassle, but as Pepper … well, peppered me with kisses, I just enjoyed the thrill and the flattering thought that this gorgeous young thing had chosen me for the honor. I started kissing her back and told her how sexy she looked. I had told her that several times throughout the night because it just so happened to be true.
Pepper loved stripping me and when she saw my cock, she gasped. “I don’t know if that will fit,” she said to me, looking at me with her baby-blue eyes. “I want to try Daddy, but you’re big!”
I know I’m only a bit bigger than most guys, so I assured her that pussies were elastic and it would fit. I also got the thrill of giving my daughter her first pussy licking and I sucked on her nipples until they were pink, erect little pegs. She loved each and every minute of it until she asked me to stop. “I’m so turned on Daddy that it hurts,” she groaned. “I’ve never sucked a cock before, but Nicki and Heather tell me to just go slow and listen to you. I’m ready to do it now, but don’t laugh if I don’t do it right.”
I assured her that I wouldn’t and watched in amazement as that adorable little face of hers bobbed up and down on my shaft. She didn’t miss a beat, she was almost as good as her older siblings and furthermore, she seemed to like it. I was starting to cum and moved away, but she pushed me back down and to my further amazement, swallowed my cum. “Yuuuummmeee, Daddy,” she said to me, licking her lips and smiling. “I’m going to want a lot of that from now on.” She must have been talking a fair bit with her sisters because she just touched me and massaged me until my cock began to stand up again. Then, she crawled over and straddled my waist.
“The girls say this is probably best for my first time, Daddy,” Pepper grinned. “It will still hurt, but not as much. They also say for a tiny girl (Pepper is only 5’2″) it’s the best way to fuck. I’m finally going to do it — I’m going to fuck my Daddy!”
I wonder if she knew that every time she said “fuck”, my cock danced a tiny bit? When that elfin body of hers slid down on to mine, I felt a bit of resistance. I heard her emit a tiny grunt and the deed was done. Now, she began to rise and fall on my cock. I was now a man who had screwed all three of his kids. Or been screwed by them, it can be a bit confusing at times.
Pepper seemed to know what she wanted. She used her tiny hands to brace herself against my chest and moved at a nice pace. I loved having her gorgeous tits in my hands and I slipped one nipple back into my mouth. All of my girls are special, but there has always been a connection between Pepper and me. I’ve always thought she “gets” me better than her older sisters. Now that connection was physical and I could not have been more thrilled. I felt her body convulse and knew that she had achieved orgasm.
“I came too fast, sorry Daddy,” she grinned sheepishly. I told her not to be so foolish, there wasn’t a proper time to cum, and besides, we could go again. That seemed to placate her and soon enough, we were going again. I hadn’t cum yet and my little wildcat proved to be insatiable the second time around. I was astonished that she wasn’t a bit sore, but she said no. After our second fuck, she went to shower and just as I heard the water running, the bedroom door opened and in rushed Nicole and Heather.
“What are you two doing here?” I asked. “I thought this night was supposed to be about your sister?”
“Who do you think called us, Daddy?” Heather asked.
A minute or so later, Pepper entered the room, holding her cell phone. “I hid this in the bathroom Daddy, just for this occasion. I wanted Nicki and Heather here. So far, we’ve been making demands of you and you’ve never really asked anything of us. You have three sexy daughters, Daddy — don’t you think it’s time you enjoyed a threesome or a foursome?” She walked over to Nicole and started kissing her. Heather started removing her leather mini and heels and joined me in bed. Her sisters followed seconds later.
What are you going to do with three daughters like mine, right?
I did it — and more — until the sun came up the next morning.
We had been chatting for a few months. She was a young, playful college student from the next state over. Everything about her exuded sexiness, even her soft erotic voice, though she’d never admit it. Her body, nice and thick in all the right places and her ass, from what I gathered from various playful picture text messages, was divine! After months of chatting, I finally found myself outside of a bed and breakfast in the suburbs waiting for her car to pull into the lot. I’m a bit nervous, but even more horny and excited that we were finally meeting.
I see her car pull up and I take a deep breath. “This is it!” I thought as she parked and walked up to me, sporting a smile that hinted at the same emotions I felt.
“So what’s up?!?”, she asks confidently.
“Oh, you’ll see in a minute…”, I quip, as we embrace and share the first of many kisses we would eventually share that weekend.
We walk into the establishment and pay for the room. These people can’t swipe my credit card fast enough I’m so damn horny at this point! I feel her eyes sizing me up as they’re running my card and could have sworn I heard a low but erotic moan from her, which put my nervousness slightly at ease. I almost snatch the key card from the guy at the desk. He looked at the sexy woman with me, and gave a smirk as if to say “I understand, bud…”
As we’re walking to our room, she says, “it’s been kind of a long drive, so I probably need to hop in the shower”. My mouth said, “that’s fine”, my head, “Ha! Yeah, like you’ll get that far when you’re naked in front of me…”
We get to the room after what seems like forever! After we drop our bags, she walks over to the bathroom and I hear the shower start. I look that way and see her just outside of the doorway, pulling down her pants to reveal the smoothest, roundest white girl ass I’ve ever seen! Those pics didn’t come close to doing it justice! My cock didn’t think so either, as it was hard and pressing against my zipper. I was able to slip my pants off just in time to get behind her before she stepped into the shower, pressing my pulsing cock against the crack of her wonderful ass. She let out a slight moan of approval. “Shouldn’t I shower first” she whispered erotically. “Let me give you a reason to first…”
With that, she lifted one leg onto the rim of the bathtub as I slid the head of my cock between her pussy lips, relevling in every subtle splash of her juices. She let out a deep moan, grabbed my cock and directed it inside of her sopping wet pussy. My GOD she felt amazing! I grabbed her hips and slowly slid my cock back and forth inside of her, relishing in every squishy noise her pussy juices let out. She let her leg down and grabbed the sink for more leverage, now giving me a perfect mirror view of the both of us as I fucked her. She was so tight, so wet, so…perfect! “Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck me with that black dick!” She moaned. I took a deep breath, clutched her hips and started ramming my cock inside of her, my pelvis smacking against her ass. People in the next room had to have heard us, but I couldn’t have given any less of a fuck! I felt her pussy start to tighten around my cock head, contracting in anticipation of a toe-curling orgasm. “Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh… FUCK!!!!!” She screamed as she squirted on the floor, cumming in waves on my cock. It was too much for me to take. I couldn’t hold it any longer! My dick head swelled, my body felt the warm tingle past the point of no return. “Oh SHIT!!!!!” I screamed as my thick, hot cum filled her squirting pussy. Wave after wave filled her hot, teenaged pussy. We both grabbed for something to hold us up in lieu of our weakened legs. She sat on the bathroom floor in a pool of her cum, her legs spread eagle. “Now can I get in the shower”, she asked through exhausted breaths.
“Make it quick”, I answered with an impish smile as I briefly left the doorway, went to my bag, pulled out a small vibrator and returned with it. “I’m not done with you…”
To be continued…
This is a pure fantasy series about the experiences of a middle-aged man schooling an EIGHTEEN year old girl in the ways of eros. Any similarities between the characters portrayed here and real people is purely coincidental. Hope you enjoy!
Jack had an arrangement with his wonderful wife. Ever since her accident had left her paraplegic and nearly paralyzed from the waist down she’d not been terribly interested in sex. She would give him oral pleasure every once in a while; but it was only because he practically begged. Being the loving wife, she agreed that he should have access to sexual satisfaction, and that she would allow it as long as his ‘exploits’ remained private. She preferred that they occur within their own home.
Two years after that agreement they took in a young teen who was both curious and impressionable, and who had an eye for Jack in particular. She was virginal in every way, having zero experience with sex of any kind, and no contact with sexual organs of either sex. Susanne had a discreet conversation with her, and suggested that she and Jack could ‘get closer’ if she wanted it. The girl was practically giddy with anticipation, as was Jack when Susanne made the suggestion.
Leslie was attractive, pretty while not quite beautiful, with a body that drove boys her age mad with hormone-driven lust. Long legs, perfectly firm breasts, and a derriere that made the simplest clothes sexy. When his wife suggested that he put his bedroom expertise to good use by training the girl, his erection was immediate. Then he realized what this meant and asked a lot of questions. How would this ‘training’ be carried out? Would she be open to uninhibited sex acts? Was there a form of contraception in place or were condoms needed? Were oral and anal acts a part of the curriculum? So many questions. All Susanne could tell him was that all the details were between him and Leslie, and that the girl seemed eager to ‘try things’ with him.
The first ‘session’ would be interesting. Susanne had made arrangements to be out of the house for the evening after first bringing Leslie over to the house. “Have fun you two.” she said as she departed. “I’ll be back about eleven.” she added, locking the door behind her. Five hours should give them enough time for a first ‘class’.
Jack sipped his bourbon while Leslie thumbed through the illustrated Kama Sutra. He and Susanne had decided that would be a good way to get her started, and it appeared to be working. She was next to him on the couch, getting closer each time she came upon a ‘position’ she found interesting. It didn’t take much time before her thigh was pressed against his, her hand resting on his leg when it wasn’t turning pages. The bourbon helped him maintain some level of control as his libido kept telling him to take this girl then and there.
She turned the last page and closed the book, placing it on the table and turning to him. “So… um… Mister Fa..”
“Jack.” he said. “Call me Jack when we’re here.” he told her.
“Oh.. okay.. so Jack, lots of that stuff looked like it might be fun.” Leslie began, squirming her backside on the sofa as her fingers gripped his leg. “But… um… I don’t know… you know… anything… at all…”
Jack smiled. “Don’t worry Leslie. I will do my best to show you what you want to know about… well…”
“Sex?” she finished his sentence.
“Yes, sex.” Jack said. “So you’ve looked through the big book. Do you have any specific questions?” he asked her.
Leslie thought about it for a few moments. “Um… well yeah; but… um… what does it feel like?” she asked, unsure of the words to use. “I mean, you know.. an orgasm or whatever.”
Jack chuckled. Perfect he thought. “That is a perfect place to start Leslie. I can show you how an orgasm feels and you don’t really have to do anything.” he replied. “Why don’t you take your shirt and pants off and we can begin.” he said, licking his lips out of necessity.
“Oh. Okay.” she responded, standing up in front of him. She pulled her t-shirt up over her head revealing her pert boobs in a plain white bra, then quickly unfastened the waist snap on her jeans and unzipped the fly. She turned around to face away from him, thinking that was more modest…
Jack watched as she tugged the jeans down over her pantie-clad bottom, suppressing the desire to reach out and fondle the firm orbs of her butt. The jeans were tight enough that they took the panties down below her cheeks and she bent forward slightly to make that adjustment, giving him a very brief look at her wrinkled anal port before the panties were back in place. He would get there in time. Leslie stepped out of the jeans and turned to face him. Jack held up his hands. “Okay, that’s enough for now. Why don’t you come sit by me and let’s work on our kissing.” he told her.
Leslie laughed. “Kissing? Seriously? Why?”
“Oh my dear girl, kissing is a very important part of passion and lovemaking. Done right it can raise your passion in minutes. Do it wrong and it can end any chance of physical intimacy.” Jack told her. He smiled at the puzzled look on her cute face. “Really sweetie.”
She sat down next to him, allowing his arm to reach behind her shoulders. His lips nibbled at her forehead, her ears, and down to her neck. When they found hers she was ready, and a very nice extended kiss was enjoyed by both of them. Jack pulled back, noting that her eyes were closed – a good sign. “Nice?” he asked politely.
“Yes… very nice..” Leslie replied.
Their lips met again, and this time Jack introduced his tongue. It shocked her at first; but she caught on quickly and before too much time had passed the two were in a lusty embrace, their tongues dueling in a passionate oral dance. Jack found the clasp of her bra and opened it, giving his fingers access to the most perfect little titties he’d felt in a very long time. Her nipples responded instantly to his caress, growing stiff and sensitive as he pulled away from their kiss again.
“J-Jack…. I-I….” Leslie stammered.
“Relax sweetie. I’m just going to show you what a real orgasm feels like.” Jack told her, lowering his head to nibble his way down her neck toward her breasts.
“J-Jack… I’m a…”
“A virgin, yes I know sweetie. I’m not going to do anything to disturb that until you say.” he told her. “And not tonight for sure.” he added, realizing what he’d suggested. That seemed to quell any resistance, and he captured a nipple between his lips and began to flick across the sensitive tip with his tongue. His fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her breast, squeezing and massaging the peach-sized orb as he sucked on her nipple. She began to moan softly, her hands reaching for his head to pull him closer. Jack could already sense the musky emanating from her young pussy, and knew she would be an excellent ‘student’.
“Ohhhhh Jack… I’m feeling… um…” Leslie stammered, her lithe form shuddering in response to his expert ministrations.
“Hot?” Jack suggested.
“Uh… yeah… hot… I guess…”
“That’s good Leslie. Just relax and don’t worry about anything you might feel. A lot of it will be new; but you have to trust me.” Jack told her. He tugged at her bra, pulling the already unfastened garment over her arms. “You have such perfect, beautiful breasts Leslie.” he told her, fondling one in each hand. He noted that her eyes closed once again when he made that contact. Her scent became stronger with each passing moment. Jack let one hand roam down over her belly, sensing her body tensing as he got closer to her crotch. He ran a finger lightly over her mound to find the wetness between her legs. “Oh my sweetie, your pussy is very wet and hot.” he told her, gently rubbing her lips through the thin fabric.
“Oh my god Jack… that feels… so good…” Leslie stammered, letting her legs part to give him better access. She squealed at first when his hand snuck down the front of her panties and she felt the skin of his finger in her wet lips. “Ohhhhhhhhhgodddd…” came her gutteral groan.
Jack refrained from pushing his finger into her cunt. He didn’t want to go that far just yet. But Leslie’s pussy was hot, and he would have to do something so she wouldn’t be disappointed. He put his mouth next to her ear and whispered “Now I’ll show you what it’s like to have your pussy eaten.” She moaned as he slithered down to the floor and gently pulled her legs apart, pushing her knees up to splay open her wet crotch. His fingers deftly pulled the panties aside and he was inches away from her eighteen year old virgin pussy. Her scent was intense, drawing his tongue to her labia and his lips to her clit.
Leslie had no idea sex would feel like this. Her loins were on fire as her ‘uncle Jack’ worked on her private parts with his mouth. Her hands reached down to grab his head, pulling him harder against her cunt. “OhgodohgodDDDOHGODDD…” she cried as Jack’s tongue whipped around the sensitive little nubbin she hadn’t known about until now.
Jack had gotten her well on the way to her first real climax, and it had only been a few minutes. He wanted just a quick taste of her little browneye, and quickly moved his tongue down to wriggle and tease at her tiny ring before resuming his attention to her pussy. Leslie let out a low mewl, her hands pushing his head back down there. Jack knew he had to continue with the cunnilingus for now. Get her off the first time without too much other activity. She had responded positively to the quick oral probe of her rear, so he knew she wouldn’t mind it the next time.
She had never expected him to put his tongue there; but it felt amazing when he did. She wanted more; but his attention returned to her pussy and was making her feel things that were so intense it was incredible. Wave after wave of intense pleasure began to sweep over her body. “ohhhhhhhhhgoddd… J-Jack… ohGODDDDD… OHGODDDDDD” she squealed as she experienced orgasm for the very first time. Her hands held his head in place as her hips ground her mound against his lips. Jack, in turn, held her hips in place so he could concentrate his tongue on her clitoris. The contact remained as Leslie’s body shook and bounced in a passionate dance of lust.
Jack slowly reduced the intensity of his oral ministrations, letting the girl gradually come down from the peak of her climax. After a couple of minutes he pulled back, kissing her inner thighs as his fingers trailed lightly over her lithe hips. Her fingers tugged on his ears and he looked up. She gave him a warm smile which he returned. “So now you know.” he said softly.
“God that was incredible Jack. I had no idea.” Leslie told him as he joined her on the sofa. “You need a drink?” she offered, slowly standing up. She wriggled her hips before finally pulling her panties down and off. “They’re a little soggy.” she laughed, heading for the bar.
Jack watched her naked butt jiggling across the room. He’d tasted her little back door and knew she liked it. Soon enough he would taste it again, this time for an extended visit. His cock throbbed in his jeans and he licked his lips, loving the taste of fresh young pussy. She was returning with a drink for each of them, her perky titties bouncing just enough as she walked. He could see her juices running down her inner thighs, and knew this was just the first of many sessions with Leslie. She arrived at the sofa and handed him his glass, tipping hers against it. “Here’s to orgasms.” she laughed, taking a long sip of her soda.
“To orgasms.” Jack responded, sipping his bourbon mixer. “Well I’m glad you enjoyed it sweetie. They can all be like that with the right partner.” he added.
“Um… okay… but you didn’t… you know…” she stammered.
Jack chuckled. “No. I didn’t; but there’s plenty of time for that.”
Leslie rested her hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. She glanced at the clock. “Well it’s only eight. We have plenty of time now, don’t we?” she asked.
Jack wrapped his arm around her shoulder, letting his hand roam down to cup her firm breast. “I suppose we do at that.” he replied. “So what would you like to do now?” he asked.
“Uh… I’ve never seen a p-penis before.” she told him.
“Really? Not even a boys penis?” Jack queried.
“Nope. But I’ll bet you have a nice one. Can I see it?” she asked, letting her hand roam upward along his thigh until she encountered the sizeable bulge. She gave it a squeeze. “Ooooo, Jack… it’s so big!” she squealed, running her fingers along his shaft through his jeans.
“Go ahead then sweetie. You can take him out if you like.” Jack told her. “Just be careful, he’s very sensitive.” he added.
Leslie tugged at his zipper, carefully pulling it down before unsnapping the waistband. Her fingers now traced his cock through his boxers, bringing his organ to full erection in a matter of seconds. “Oh wow…” she said softly. She looked up into his eyes, waiting for him to accept it. Jack nodded, and her fingers slipped through the fly opening to touch the smooth skin of his dick for the first time. “Oh geez, it’s so smooth and soft… and hard at the same time.” she giggled, stroking his length as if she’d been doing it her whole life.
“You’re a natural Leslie.” Jack told her as she gently worked his meat. “Go ahead and pull him out of there, so you can see what a penis looks like.” he suggested. He watched her fumble a little with his shorts; but she managed to pull his member free. “So what did you see in the book?” he asked, hoping she would suggest a little oral attention.
“Well, I saw a lot of pictures where the woman had the man’s penis in her mouth.” she replied. “But I don’t know about that. He’s kinda big for my mouth.” she added, her fingers absent-mindedly stroking him. “Can I just kiss him?” she asked.
“That’s a perfect way to start honey.” Jack replied.
Leslie dipped her head down, touching her lips to the head of his cock as her fingers wrapped around the shaft. She looked up and he nodded his approval, so she did it again. His cock twitched, and she jumped. “Oh geez… did I hurt him?” she asked.
“No sweetie. He likes what you’re doing. Try licking him like a big lollipop.” Jack suggested.
She stuck out her tongue and lapped at the shaft, accidently brushing across the sensitive underside of his cockhead. Again he twitched. Again she giggled, then began alternating kisses and licks up and down his length. Jack closed his eyes and put his hand on the back of her head, not to pull her down but rather to let her know he was enjoying her actions. His eyes opened when he felt her lips engulfing the head, and he watched as she gently suckled on it. “Mmm… that feels really nice sweetie.” he said hoarsely, trying to resist the temptation to thrust his hips upward.
Leslie’s fingers found his balls by accident and gently squeezed them, her mouth still wrapped around the bulbous head of Jack’s organ. She began to use her tongue, and took about an inch inside her mouth. He seemed to like it, and it made her feel good to know she could make him happy too. His penis did taste kinda good, a little salty maybe; but kinda good. He would occasionally twitch in her mouth, his hips jerking as she sucked. Then he suddenly pulled her head away. “Um… did I do something wrong?” she asked.
“Oh now sweetie. I just didn’t want to surprise you by … uh… ejaculating in your mouth.” Jack told her.
She had a puzzled look again. “W-what is e-ejaculation?”
“Ejaculation is when a man releases his semen at the point of his orgasm.” Jack told her. “That’s what makes babies.” he added.
“I’ll get pregnant if you … ejaculate in my mouth?” she asked innocently.
“No no honey, you’ll only get pregnant if I cum in your vagina.” he replied.
“My pussy?” she queried.
“Yes, your pussy.”
“Okay, so let me taste it.” she told him, lowering her head to resume sucking on his penis.
“Just let him into her mouth a little more honey.” Jack suggested, gently holding her head as his hips moved upward. She was taking a good three inches of his dick now, and it felt wonderful. Within minutes he was back at the point of no return. “I’m going to cum now sweetie. Get rea… AHHHHGAWD… OHYESSSSSS…. OHBABY… SUCKME…” he growled, keeping her mouth on his cock as he splashed his load into her. She quickly pulled away as soon as his hand left her head, spitting the slimy white ooze from her mouth onto his leg.
“I… um.. sorry… I didn’t know…” she stammered, reaching for a tissue to clean him up.
“Don’t worry honey. No need to be sorry. It was your first time, and I understand.” Jack said softly, running his fingers through her hair. “And that was very nice.” he added.
“Nice… .for my first time?” Leslie suggested, wiping around her mouth.
They sat together finishing their drinks, Leslie still naked, Jack with his dick outside of his shorts. “Maybe next time I’ll show you sixty-nine.” he told her.
“What’s that?” Leslie asked.
“Well, you know what we just did to each other?” Jack queried.
“Yeah, you ate my pussy and I sucked your dick.” she responded, matter-of-factly.
“Exactly. Sixty-nine is a position we use to do both of those things at the same time.” he explained.
“Oh my god… how do you… I mean… what happens…” she stammered.
Jack reached over and opened the book, finding an illustration that answered her question and pointing to it. “That is one possibility.” he told her. It happened to be his favorite, with the woman on top.
“That looks like fun Jack. When can we try it?” she asked excitedly.
He smiled and said “Next time sweetie. Next time.” And he couldn’t wait to have that sweet butt just inches from his face, even if all he did was look at it.
They both dressed and Jack took her back to the boarding house where she lived, giving her a hug and accepting a quick kiss on his cheek from her before bidding her good night. He watched her walk up the path to the door, her backside looking a little different now. She turned and waved before opening the door and disappearing through it. Jack drove home slowly, his cock hard the whole way. He was relieved that things had gone as well as they had. She wasn’t freaked out about anything and had even taken his penis in her mouth, something he hadn’t expected until some time later.
He looked forward to their next session, and the thrills that would surely be his…
It was about 10 o’clock that Dylan started feeling he’d bitten off more than he could chew with this whole waiting in line overnight thing.
He’d never done it before, and as he had rocked up outside the Apple Store just after dinner that evening, around 6pm, he’d seen all the hardcore techy geeks already camping out there, and he was given the distinct impression that he was packing rather light for the night’s wait.
But it was the summer, school was out for good – until they headed off to college in the autumn – so where was the need to stress about anything? He had his kindle packed full of books he could quiet happily bury his head in for hours and hours on end, it was wonderfully warm out, without a cloud in the sky.
What did he need sleeping bags or tents or camping stoves for?
He got quite a good position in the line, considering – just around the corner from the store entrance, and the speed the line was forming, in no time he could consider himself toward the front of the queue.
He settled down just behind a gaggle of lively, talkative girls, and ahead of a gloomy bunch of black-haired emo types.
The girls all seemed to be close friends that had overlooked the possibility of one of them waiting in line for all of their purchasing needs when the next iPad officially went on sale. Well, on the news that morning they’d been saying there would be limited supplies – the Apple guys would probably restrict it to one iPad per buyer.
It wasn’t the most comfortable place to hang out – sitting cross-legged with only a backpack holding a paltry few snacks and drinks to keep him comfortable. But hey, he’d waited in airports in worse places for longer periods before. And having the gentle scent of perfume wafting past his nose every now and again from a group of undeniably attractive girls was mildly pleasant.
Gazing back on the great long line, it seemed that those waiting there were all circling into their own little cliques to wait out the night. It made Dylan feel very much on his own.
He found some distraction in flicking surreptitious glances over to the girls if he started feeling solitary. There were five of them – two blondes, an Asian girl and two brunettes – all pretty and smiley and bouncy and perky. Behind, the emo crowd was less entertaining – sullen, moody, and difficult to tell even what gender many of them were. Those nearest to him turned their backs on him as they focused on their own little world of depressing ipod tracks, black clothing and random piercings.
Each to their own, however. Dylan had always been a little envious of those students who’d found their own sense of identity – he was just an average guy who really had nothing special to write home about.
Perhaps college would be a chance to shine.
Sure, he did regret failing to check whether any of his friends might have wanted to come along, keep him company in the line. Isaac was never going to vacate a warm bed for even one night, of course, but Clyde and Justin were always able to find a hint of adventure in even the most unfortunate of circumstances.
But, they’d probably cackle at him for being a big geek, waiting all night just to get his hands on a new iPad. Why can’t you just wait until the next day, or the next week, when the rush will be over? They’d probably say something similar, anyway. Even if he told them it was his sister’s birthday was the following day, and it was seriously important that he get her desperately-desired tablet before then, they probably wouldn’t understand.
For the first couple of hours he tried to focus on his book – a chunky Stephen King tome he hadn’t gotten around to reading yet, even though it had been out for a while.
“Hey, how’s it going?” his mom called at about eight o’clock, worried about her little man.
“Oh, fine, yeah. I got a good place in line.”
“Are you warm enough? Do you want me to bring some more clothing?”
“It’s sunny out.”
“It won’t be for much longer. It gets cold at night when there’s no clouds, Dylan.”
“I’ll be fine.”
He talked quietly into his iPhone, not wanting to be overheard, especially by the girls up ahead. He didn’t think they’d be listening in – they had their own constant stream of conversation about this album or that album or the latest relationship status of friends not currently present to protect themselves from gossip. Even so, he didn’t want them knowing the only person who knew he was here was his mother.
A little later, as the sun started to drop rapidly drop the other stores of this open-air mall, and the breeze took on a slight chill, he started to regret not asking his mother to bring something warm. He had a thin sweatshirt he could put on – but he’d been using that as a cushion the past couple of hours, after his butt went to sleep on that hard concrete sidewalk, and he was loathed to go back to bare ground.
But seriously, when he glanced over and saw how attractive those girls were, and how much more stylishly they were dressed – and clearly more popular than him at whichever school they attended, you could tell from their bounding self-confidence levels – there was no way he could have faced a visit from his mom in front of them. How humiliating that would be.
So he’d suffer in silence.
The light faded, and the light of his kindle came on. Stephen King was always good for passing time – his conversational style had never failed to comfort Constant Reader Dylan, even if it was supposed to be horror fiction.
While he did his best to respect their privacy, some of the girls’ conversation did catch his ears from time to time.
About 10 o’clock, a group of three guys turned up to say hello to the girls, and Dylan found himself trying to work out if any of them were actually dating. The girls were batting their eyelids like crazy as the guys were standing above them, hurling out gentle taunts about waiting in line all night with a bunch of tech geeks, the guys pushing out their chests like big pidgeons to flaunt their athleticism, and Dylan had no doubt the three of them had been on the school football team or whatever. Probably had sports scholarships to somewhere impressive.
Dylan had never had particular ambitions in the field of sports, but he did find himself envious of the easy way in which the guys just walked on over here and started up a conversation with these girls.
He’d been sitting here for hours, and hadn’t even introduced himself. Well, their backs were facing him. They hadn’t exactly invited it. Probably would have thought it pretty weird.
The guys weren’t going to stick around too long, however, after they discovered that nothing they could say would persuade the girls to bring their queueing ambitions to a halt and come hang out. They certainly weren’t going to join the girls and risk being mistaken for geeks – as if that could ever happen.
What made Dylan actively stop reading was the conversation after the guys withdrew.
The girls started gossiping about one of the guys having dated a girl they knew from Spanish class, and how he supposedly had the biggest cock, like, ever. Dylan was mildly shocked at how dirty the conversation went all of a sudden. He was a little surprised at how easily the girls discussed such things, that they were so apparently involved with sex, that it was so easy to talk about for them. Well, they were college girls now, pretty much.
A few of them seemed to be envious of the girl from Spanish class, but then the brunette in the turquoise top caught Dylan’s attention when she dismissed all of the guys out of hand.
“You’re insane!” her friends were of the same opinion about her.
“Are you kidding? They’re so much hard work!” she laughed. “Give me a vibrator and a pack of double-A batteries any day.”
The whole group had a good squealing laugh about that.
“Guys are so useless,” the brunette said. Dylan had already figured out from earlier conversation that she was called Noelle. There was something about her that made his heart tighten a little when he laid eyes on her, his breath catch, his pulse quicken a little.
“But they’re so nice-looking,” countered one of her friends – a blonde named Chrissy.
“Sure, but they just lie there and look nice and expect you to get all hot and sweaty until they’re ready to fuck – and then they’re in and out so quick. Where’s the reward?”
The other of her blonde friends, Sasha, added: “Yeah, and when they’re done, they really aren’t interested in anything. Except maybe sleep or a cigarette.”
“You just need to learn to get yourself going while you’re getting all hot and sweaty with them,” the Asian girl, Ellie, said.
“I guess so,” Noelle flashed her eyes. “But that kind of gets me back to the point that you’re better off with a Pocket Rocket.”
Dylan found himself gasping, blushing furiously, actually shocked at what these girls were talking about – especially Noelle. He couldn’t help but find himself heating up inside at their startling frankness, particularly when the pretty brunette in the turquoise top was talking about her own desires and experiences.
It did make him feel like a bit of a loser that he’d never really done anything with a girl before. Strange – he’d never been bothered by that before, figuring he was young, there was plenty of time at college to go looking for that kind of thing.
He found himself envious of whichever boys had been lucky enough to be with Noelle – and actually baffled that they wouldn’t want to be more careful about making sure she was satisfied in bed. God, if it was Dylan, he’d want to spend hours exploring her, finding out how to make her moan and shake and come like crazy. Putting his illicit after-dark reading into practice.
“Josie Bannister said she had an orgasm when she slept with her piano teacher,” Ellie said.
“Yeah, but he’s like 42. I mean, ewww.”
“35, she said.”
“Still. I’ve seen him – he looks like he’s 50.”
“So you’re gonna wait until you’re 35 to get an orgasm?” Sasha nudged Noelle with an elbow.
“Did you not hear me when I said I’m quite happy with my little Rocket?” Noelle replied.
Oh God, the thought of Noelle lying back in some bed, touching herself with some little piece of vibrating magic – Dylan had to change his position a little to give himself some room inside his pants.
He shook his head, knowing he was only setting himself up for disappointment by listening into their conversation. He fixed his eyes back on the continuing narrative of Stephen King, and the tale of a small town in Maine that is cut off from the outside world by a strange invisible forcefield.
But then Noelle’s words just cut through the air, “They’re all just lazy – they don’t care. They know as soon as they’re inside you, that’s it, they’ve scored another notch on their bedpost, and they don’t need to worry about anything else.”
Dylan ducked down, trying to stop himself from eavesdropping. Yet he was beginning to feel like sticking up for his gender – or at least, the members of his gender that attractive girls like these would never ever think to date.
“So you’re not going to ask Bobby Marrs out, then? You know he’s after you.” Another voice – Marie, one of the brunettes.
Noelle said: “I guess we can hang out before college. He’s probably just as pathetic as the rest of them.”
“He can bench 400 pounds apparently. You don’t want a piece of that?”
Noelle sighed. “I don’t really have any choice, huh?”
“If you don’t, people will say you’re frigid…” Ellie with a sing-song warning.
“I guess. He’s going to suck just like the rest of them.”
Dylan was again surprised. That someone as attractive as Noelle should have no other option than to go for the gym rat who was pursuing her, because otherwise her peers would think her some kind of loser.
He said: “Why don’t you just tell him how to make you feel good?”
Silence. Dylan felt his insides go into total nuclear meltdown. His inner temperature must have soared into the millions of degrees, his stomach was bubbling as the flesh boiled, his kidneys were merging with his liver and his heart was having seizures. Any moment the President was going to have to call FEMA, evacuate the area, declare a state of emergency.
Had he really just said that out loud?
Had he really said it loud enough for them to hear?
Oh. My. God.
He felt five pairs of female eyes slowly descend on his slight, cowering form. The air was thick with the tension of unrestrained anger and venom. How dare this stranger listen in on their conversation? How dare this loser geek infringe on their own private gathering! What a complete freak for butting in!
He could imagine all the insults flying his way, the squeals of horror, the cutting criticism.
But there was only silence.
Then Noelle said: “Uh… I don’t think so. Guys do not want to hear a girl telling them what to do. Especially when it comes to that.”
It was as though being right was far more important to Noelle than pointing out what a complete loser Dylan was for eavesdropping and butting in.
Dylan again found his mouth betraying him. “You ever try it?” he asked.
Having been sitting side-on to him, the pretty brunette turned her head to him now, her gaze fixing right on him. He felt a burst of searing energy jolt through his heart as her stunning blue eyes latched on his face, and she was actually looking at him.
“I don’t need to try it to know they can’t handle it,” she said.
“And you can’t force them to deal with it? To do what you want?”
“Uh, no. I do want to have a social life.”
“What’s the point in sleeping with them if they don’t satisfy you?”
He could not believe he was talking to such a gorgeous girl about sleeping with someone.
“Because let’s face it, we’re not going to get better elsewhere,” she said.
Her friends were silent, not quite knowing what was going on. Who was this stranger? Why was he arguing with Noelle? Was he nuts? Was he drunk? Was he abusing his prescription?
“Sure you are,” Dylan said, then felt his mouth really running out of control again as the words just seemed to fall out: “Someone as attractive as you could get better anywhere.”
He saw Noelle’s cheeks flush slightly, and suddenly felt bad, that he’d embarrassed her in front of her friends. He didn’t mean to do that, not at all.
But she seemed to brush past it, re-asserting herself to regain the high ground, insisting: “If a girl tells a guy what to do, it’s like demeaning his masculinity.”
“And that’s based on what evidence? Gossip Girl?”
Noelle rolled her eyes, and Dylan heard one of her friends chuckle. She said: “You have no idea.”
He felt his insides cooling down a little, but they were still fluttering full of butterflies. Jeez, he was being bold. This was actually fun. Talking back to a member of the opposite sex like this – who would have thought?
Dylan got the feeling he’d never see these girls again – so what the hell if he made a fool out of himself in front of them?
He said: “Because I’m a guy, I have no idea what guys think?”
“That’s not what I said,” she huffed.
“That’s what it sounded like.”
She rolled her eyes. “Now you’re just pissed because you know you’re completely replaceable in the bedroom by a piece of vibrating plastic you can get for $9.99 on Amazon.”
“Oh, I can do more than just vibrate,” he said, surprising himself again with his own boldness.
He heard Noelle quietly gasp at that, and look away mild outrage at one of her friends. It made him feel all tingly inside to provoke her – had he really meant to sound quite that dirty and suggestive?
Noelle tried to conceal her reaction by taking the argument back a point or two. She said: “Guys feel all small and pathetic if girls tell them what to do. They can’t handle girls who know what they want.”
“You’re obviously not hanging out with the right guys,” Dylan said.
She shook her head, insisting she had it right. She said: “We shouldn’t even have to tell guys how to do it. They should know. Girls spend all their time reading magazines and stuff about how to please their man – and guys just look at the pictures and jack off.”
“That’s not true – plenty of guys read up on how to do it.”
“I’ve never met any.”
“You have now.”
Noelle sniffed, and then turned away from him, back to her circle of friends, ignoring him again. Somehow, he could tell he’d irritated her, that he’d infuriated her, that she hated not having the last word. Dylan felt a little pang of regret that he hadn’t done better at keeping her onside. It had made him feel all warm and creamy inside when he was talking with her.
But now her friends were talking about going to get food, and Noelle seemed just as eager to get something to eat.
Dylan felt his stomach rumble – the thought of the packet of chips and can of diet Coke in his backpack, along with a measly Hershey bar, did not particularly appeal to him. The girls looked as though they were preparing to leave the line entirely to go hit the McDonalds around the corner. Surely they wouldn’t risk losing their spot in the line?
Somebody piped up – he didn’t hear who – about the very issue he was currently pondering, and there was a discussion about one of them needing to stay behind to protect their precious place in the queue.
Dylan felt his chest warm up a degree or two as Noelle volunteered for the job, so long as they brought her back a Chicken McNugget meal. For however long those girls spent getting their fast food, Dylan would be sitting alone with Noelle. Why had it been her that volunteered to stay behind?
Nerves flickered in his belly, but he tried to settle them by telling himself he’d got it wrong – there was no way Noelle had volunteered to wait in line for everyone else.
Yet the other girls all stood and gathered their things and at their leisure departed, leaving the feisty brunette there sitting no more than five feet away from him, all cute and curvy.
He tried not to look, tried to focus on his Kindle. She’d think he was some kind of pervert if he stared now that her friends weren’t around to shield his gaze from her. Oh, but she was so sweet on the eye, with those big blue eyes, flowing figure and long legs revealed by her summery skirt.
“So who are you, anyway?”
He almost missed it – almost dismissed it as his imagination. She was looking at him. She’d said something to him. She’d asked him who he was.
“I’ve never seen you around school,” she added, and Dylan felt his heart do a little somersault.
“Dylan Winfield. I go to St Joseph’s,” he said. “You guys are from Marchmont, right?”
She nodded. “But you live around here?”
“My Mom does. She split from my Dad maybe six, seven years ago?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, and sounded genuine.
He shrugged. “Best thing that could have happened to them – now they’re actually kind of friends again.”
“But you live with your Dad most of the time?”
“They didn’t want me to change schools.”
She nodded. “Sometimes I wonder if my parents will split up some day – they seem to argue all the time.”
There was a slight pause, Dylan didn’t know what to say about Noelle’s parental strife. Oh, but he didn’t want the pause becoming awkward. He was talking to an attractive girl one-on-one! Okay, so it shouldn’t have been a big deal for someone of his age, but he had to concede that he was shy, that was his nature. Now he was worried she was going to think he was dull, he’d run out of things to say.
He opened his mouth and just said the first thing that came to his mind: “Hey, look, I’m sorry I interrupted your conversation with your friends.”
“Oh, no, that’s okay,” Noelle said, and actually smiled. “Oh, I’m Noelle, by the way. Noelle Shaw.”
And then he nearly jumped out of his skin as she suddenly picked herself up and moved closer to him, so she was sitting right next to him, leaning up against the wall of the store as he was.
“It’s kind of nice talking to someone different for a change,” she said. “I feel like I say the same things to the same people all the time.”
He caught a hint of her fragrance on the breeze, and couldn’t help but melt a little inside. She was so gorgeous. She had a girl-next-door freshness, a small-town sweetness, but the confidence of a glamorous catwalk model.
Dylan felt she’d mistaken his own reckless bravado for a similar innate confidence. Women liked confidence in a guy – he’d read that often enough – and yet the irony of it was, most really confident guys their age were the kind of selfish idiots that would never bother to please anyone but themselves, even if they had a goddess like this interested in them.
Oh, he felt all weak in the knees to have Noelle sitting so close to him, but he knew he had to attempt to portray some kind of confidence if he was going to maintain this veneer that had somehow enticed this princess from the school across town to come talk to a lowly frog.
“So it sounds as though girls at Marchmont are being hard done by when it comes to the guys,” he said, trying to sound casually headstrong.
“I guess we are,” she said, smiling broadly. “So are St Josephs guys so different?”
Dylan shrugged. “I think we probably have our own fair share of idiot jocks interested in noone but themselves.”
“But there’s also guys who could… you know… out-compete a vibrator?”
Was she being flirty with him?
“I should imagine there’s a few of us,” he said, once again surprising himself at how brazen he could be.
“And wait,” she said, “Are you saying that’s because you guys hace read up on how to do it, or are you saying St Josephs men can actually handle a girl telling them what she wants?”
“Both, I’ve no doubt at all.”
She flashed her eyes at him. “Intriguing,” she said. He saw her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, drawing his eyes down to the alluring sight of her thighs. “You guys must have girls queuing up for dates, huh?”
“Not especially,” Dylan said, his mind scrabbling for some kind of explanation other than – well, most guys who know how the biology of the female body works are so shy and socially awkward they won’t manage to even talk to a girl until at least college graduation.
Instead, he said: “Trouble, I think a lot of girls don’t seem to know what they want.”
There was another pause. Dylan wondered if he’d offended her by suggesting girls didn’t know what they wanted in a guy. That all their problems were their own fault.
But she broke the pause by saying: “I know what I want.”
“That’s good. I like a girl who knows what she wants.
Jumping Jehoshaphat – where did that come from? That was flirting, wasn’t it? Class-A, triple-distilled. Where on Earth did that come from?
Noelle said: “So Dylan, do you like it when a girl tells you what she wants?”
Dylan felt all aflutter – so light, he could have floated away if there had been any kind of breeze. Doing his utmost to keep calm and collected, maintain the pretense that he had some kind of confidence going on, he answered: “I can’t think of anything better. It usually means I can give her exactly what she wants – and then everyone’s happy.”
Oh, that wasn’t good. A white lie – making her think he was actually experienced. But she wouldn’t want to keep flirting with him if she knew he was a virgin, would she?
She nodded, buying his lie. “It doesn’t damage your manly reputation?”
“Of course not. If I know what a girl wants, I can make her feel amazing, and surely that makes me more of a man?”
She gave him a mock swoon, fanning her face with a hand like a Southern lady. “Lord have mercy,” she said. “Where do I sign up for whatever college St Joseph’s boys go to?”
Dylan smiled, feeling so warm inside, he didn’t even need an extra sweater now. “This time of year? Good luck.”
Then he looked up to see Noelle’s friends all returning bearing brown paper bags stuffed full of fast food, and his heart sank. Was that it? Now that her friends had returned, she wasn’t going to want to be seen talking to someone who looked like him, a guy with no puffed-out chest or anything – just unkempt black hair and old clothes that were kind of fraying at the edges.
But as the other girls approached, she didn’t move an inch, remaining sitting right where she was beside him.
“Guys, this is Dylan,” she called out. “He’s cool.”
“Hey, Dylan!” Dylan flushed a little, though he tried not too.
“And Dylan, this is Ellie, Chrissy, Sasha and Marie.
“Hey, how’s it going?”
“We had the feeling you might be joining us, Dylan,” Chrissy said, and to his utter surprise handed a brown paper bag to him. “Quarter-pounder okay? We figured if you’re man enough to stand up to Noelle here, you probably wouldn’t want anything less.”
“Seriously?” he asked, but felt overjoyed at being included in the meal.
As proper darkness came, Dylan was surprised to find people in the queue actually bedding down in sleeping bags and – a few – in tents. It seemed ripe for some unscrupulous types to find ways to jump the line, but he supposed that everyone knew well who was in front and behind them in the queue, so it would be easy to self-police the line.
Over a pleasant supper, Dylan found himself fitting into his new circle of adopted friends comfortably. They seemed to make certain social assumptions about him based on the fact that he was hanging out with them – that he liked certain bands, that he must be a regular party-goer and all round social alpha-male at St Josephs.
He did his best not to lie, but saw no reason to correct their views of him, either.
He found out more about Noelle and her friends – they seemed so normal to him, even though they were all like minor deities to him. They didn’t seem to talk much about the whole reason they were all there – the upcoming iPad launch – and he began to suspect that only Chrissy was anything close to being an Apple geek.
They seemed quite impressed that he was queuing through the night on behalf of his sister – that got him some brownie points, and a lovely smile from the enchanting Noelle.
Conversation was easier when there were more people to share in it, and Dylan found that although he was grilled quite a bit as the newcomer to the group, he was able to leave the talking to the others when the subject came round to areas in which he was not an expert.
Compared to everyone else in the line, their group seemed to stay up much later – into the small hours. Until midnight came and went, the girls’ conversation appeared to steer clear of the kind of dirty subjects they had been talking about before Dylan came along. But as they passed into the day on which the mighty iPad would be launched, things began to loosen up a little again.
All through the evening since he’d joined them, Dylan had been given the strange sense that the other girls were trying to get him interested in Noelle. He thought at first that it was just his ego going nuts because a pretty girl had actually shown him a tiny bit of attention that night.
But as things drew on, it was hard to mistake it.
There were the unabashed attempts to impress him with something about her.
Ellie saying at one point, “You know, Noelle’s, like, one of the best swimmers in the Marchmont team?”
Chrissy telling him: “Noelle’s going to get into law school, you know that, Dylan? She’s so brainy. She’s Ivy League brainy.”
Or the fact that she’d once been on Good Morning America as a seven-year-old, or the fact that she used to be the best gymnast in middle school before she took up swimming because it was less traumatic on the joints.
There was the way that every now and then when some small detail about Dylan emerged – his passion for travel, for example, or his love of movies – they tried to point out how his interests fit so well with Noelle’s.
“Noelle drags us to the movies, like, all the time.”
“Hey, haven’t you been to Italy, Noelle?”
Noelle seemed to be good at fending off the more obvious attempts, and Dylan just found himself ignoring it in order to protect himself from blushing. What was going on?
After midnight, and a lot the queue-goers around them seemed to be fast asleep, all bedded down and blanketed up, and the girls’ voices might have gotten a little quieter out of respect for the sleepers around them, but their conversation topic took a distinct turn for the filthy again.
Somebody had said there was a rumor that St Josephs people had regular rainbow parties, or at least that’s what Chrissy had asked Dylan about once things started getting more relaxed and there were less concerns about the queuers around them overhearing.
Dylan wasn’t entirely up to speed on what rainbow parties were, but he had five faces eagerly after information on whether he could substantiate or deny these rumors.
He was a little put out that they should assume a normal guy would know what one of these ‘rainbow parties’ was. Was he so sheltered? Did normal guys know all about this?
He assumed it was some kind of drug thing. Psychedelic drug-taking, perhaps. People seeing rainbows as they hallucinate. Or maybe it was a gay thing – wasn’t a rainbow flag a symbol for the gay community?
“Sure, I’ve heard they happen,” he said dismissively. “It’s not really for me.”
“Not for you? You ever been invited?” Chrissy pushed him.
“So what, you said ‘no’?”
“It’s not really for me.”
There were a few eyebrows at that. Noelle gave him a funny look, and he couldn’t quite work out whether she was somehow impressed at him – no doubt for keeping his nose out of drugs – or baffled as to why he should pass up such an opportunity.
Or maybe she could tell he’d told a white lie hoping they’d just drop the subject.
She said: “I thought you said guys from St Josephs were above all that demeaning stuff.”
He was a little confused himself. Maybe he’d got the meaning of the term ‘rainbow party’ wrong. He said: “I didn’t say all of us, did I?”
She said, with a skeptical note: “And you’re seriously telling us you turned down a whole night of free blow jobs?”
His ears burned. A whole evening of what-what? Now he suddenly found himself wanting a quiet corner where he could consult Google via his iPhone.
“I don’t know, sounds like a weird thing to me,” he said.
She said: “Doesn’t it?”
He felt a sudden drop in tension in the air – he did not like lying to this girl. It really was not worth it. Ellie said: “Robbie Fallon and Archie Settler have been trying to talk girls in our school to throw one for ages.”
“It’s an urban myth,” Sasha said. “Nobody really does that.”
“But they do at St Josephs?”
“Well, I’ve never actually seen one,” Dylan said, feeling himself hot under the collar, really wanting them to drop this subject.
“I bet you have,” Ellie said. Were they taking the wrong interpretation of his blushing?
Noelle looked at him and gasped, putting her hands to her mouth – was she kidding around again? She said: “You have, haven’t you?”
“No, I – “
She said: “I thought you said you were all read up on, you know, how to please a girl in bed. You’re all in tune with how to make them… you know. And you’ve been to a rainbow party?”
Dylan felt sick. Maybe he had been wrong to think Noelle had ever really liked him, and that this group of girls was simply setting him up for a fall. Toying with him. He was disappointed in the revelation that he was an idiot, though.
He said, pointlessly, “Maybe some of those girls like it.”
Jesus, he was defending an urban myth now.
“Like it? A whole evening of giving guys blow jobs? And what do they get for their trouble other than a face full of jizz?” Noelle huffed again. She said: “That’s the thing, isn’t it? Girls will do that sort of thing to make guys happy, but guys won’t do it for girls.”
“Sure they will,” he said. Well, he didn’t have the experience to back it up, but he read around the subject enough. There were plenty of male authors of erotic fiction writing about that kind of thing for him to know there were some guys out there who liked it.
The whole idea thrilled Dylan himself no end – if only some willing girl would let him.
“They will? Can I quote you on that, Rainbow Boy?” Noelle’s friends laughed at that, at her new nickname for him.
He wasn’t sure why they called it ‘rainbow’, but he was sure it probably wasn’t the best nickname someone could have.
Dylan felt awkward, he felt cornered. He let his mouth wander again, and that was always dangerous. It said: “Here’s the thing – a lot of guys love doing that, but there’s no way any of them can if girls won’t ask them to.”
Noelle rolled her eyes. “Here we go again,” she said, seeming to coil herself up ready for a return to the earlier argument.
“No, hear me out,” he insisted. “Girls can assume if they offer a guy a blow job, he’s never going to say ‘no’. But girls have all kinds of paranoid fears of letting a guy do it for them, that he won’t like it, that he won’t like how it tastes or smells, that he’ll never want to see her again. So they never seem happy to let guys do it, so guys figure they don’t like it anyway, so they don’t offer to do it. It’s a vicious circle.”
“You’re saying it’s our fault?” Noelle was irritated at him again.
Dylan heaved a sigh. He didn’t know what to say now, every word that left his mouth seemed to be the wrong thing.
He said: “Look, you know what the teachers told all the guys in St Josephs when they were freshmen?”
“I don’t know, what?”
“They took all the guys aside, and sat us down and explained to us that we might be starting to like the look of the girls right now, and that we might find ourselves tempted to do something about that, but that if we laid a single finger on any of them, there was a chance we might be accused of rape.”
Dylan spoke the truth. St Josephs might not be like most high schools out there, with its strong Catholic traditions, but that particular ‘sex ed’ class had certainly left an impression on its male students.
“Seriously?” someone said.
Noelle remained quiet, one eyebrow raised skeptically.
Dylan said: “We were told fairly clearly that if we touched a girl on the god damn ankle, and she wasn’t happy about it, she’d be capable of going to the authorities – and that would be the end of our hope to get into college, the end of our future careers, everything.”
“So you know what?” he said, “For the guys I know, if a girl doesn’t explicitly ask him to do something to her, they’re pretty nervous about doing anything with her.”
That was Noelle. Dylan looked up, and he could tell she’d believed his story – why shouldn’t he? He’d sounded as earnest and truthful as he was.
She said: “And that’s why guys at St Josephs like girls to tell them what to do?”
“Sounds kind of nice,” one of the other girls said. Sasha, Dylan thought.
“Nice? Those poor guys! Probably scared out of their heads!” That was Ellie.
“Not about the sex ed class – about liking girls telling them how to do it.”
“But it probably got the message through their heads about assaulting girls, though, huh?” Noelle said. But then she looked at Dylan, and her expression seemed to soften. “So what would you do if a girl asked you to?”
He felt his insides turn to molten led, his manhood thickening up quite suddenly in his pants. Somehow, everything seemed to have gone quiet, yet his ears were ringing. Nothing quite seemed real.
He heard himself say: “Anything she wanted me to do, if it was the right girl.”
Noelle’s friends seemed to have gone deathly quiet.
He felt a little stupid when Noelle finally unrolled her sleeping bag, and it was quite clear that he was the only person in this part of the line who was going to be without any form of bedding to help him through the night.
She was the last of them – by the time she’d got her sleeping bag in place, her friends were already bedded down, Ellie and Sasha already asleep.
“You’re going to be cold,” she said, looking over at his modest little place between her sleeping bag and the nearest emo.
There was a distinct chill in the air – his mother had been entirely correct about the heat suddenly evaporating after the sun went down. He was shivering a little already, though trying not to show Noelle.
“I’ll be okay – the sun’ll come up in a few hours.”
Then suddenly she seemed to make a decision, silently to herself, looking at him and standing up, saying: “I have some emergency blankets in my car.”
“I have them in case I ever break down, you know? If I have to wait for roadside assistance in the cold. Come on, let’s go get them.”
“Oh, really, you don’t have to – ” He protested, but she flashed her eyes at him.
“I thought you were okay about the whole girl telling you what she wants,” she said, tapping her feet. Dylan heard a stifled giggle from one of her friends.
“Sure, of course I am.”
“So come on, then.”
Another soft giggle from somewhere over toward Chrissy’s sleeping bag.
She held out her hand for him, and for the first time he touched her.
He tried not to show it affected him, though it was hard not to. It wasn’t just that her hand was so delicate and soft – somehow the touch made her real to him. The evening had taken on a magical quality ever since he’d intruded on the girls’ conversation, and Noelle hadn’t turned her back on him.
As an ordinary run-of-the-mill guy without any kind of lofty position in the school social hierarchy, he had been frankly astonished that these girls would give him the time of day, let alone share a meal and spend all night allowing him in their circle.
Now, the prettiest girl he’d ever laid eyes on was helping him up, ushering him away from her friends, out toward a dark parking lot to fetch a blanket so he could sleep beside her.
He felt so nervous walking away from the Apple Store with her – it wasn’t that he might lose his place in the line, he was fairly confident that was safe, it was that now they were rounding the corner and heading away from the actual mall, into the parking lot, he didn’t quite know what to say.
Noelle stifled a giggle.
“What?” he asked, worried he was supposed to have done something.
“You really do do what you’re asked, don’t you?” she smiled at him – and now took hold of his hand again. Even in the low light of the street lamps, she looked so beautiful it made his chest tighten up so it was hard to breathe.
She was holding his hand.
Oh, it felt so incredibly right – but what did it mean? She really was interested in him? There was a storm of butterflies now howling inside his stomach. He felt a curious mixture of sheer excitement and a slight tinge of nausea from his jangling nerves.
“Of course,” he said, and then as he was going about the process of closing his mouth, it suddenly went off on its own accord again: “For you, I’d do anything at all.”
That secured another of her incredible smiles – dazzling, even in the half light.
“Most guys would have sat there and probably grunted at me that they were all right, they’d be okay even though it’s freezing cold,” she said. “The guys I know, anyway.”
“I think your friends were amused that we’ve gone off together,” Dylan said, thinking he might make her smile again at the thought that her friends were already making baseless assumptions that this whole trek to the car to find blankets was some kind of pretext for some kind of romantic –
“They’ve been trying to set me up with various guys for months,” she interrupted his thoughts. “I think they’re just excited I actually found someone worth talking to.”
Dylan had to conceal a gasp.
Found someone worth talking to?
What was going on? He felt as though he was walking on clouds, somehow. Were his ears deceiving him now? She was excited about being with him?
He tried to change the subject, if anything to distract himself from all the confused feelings he had, to calm himself down and prevent himself from misunderstanding this situation.
He said: “So are you actually excited about this new iPad?”
She gave him a blank look, and nearly dropped his hand.
“Only, I’m sitting there in the line trying to mind my own business…”
“And not doing so great at that, huh?” she flashed him a grin.
He shrugged, “Kind of hard to keep my ears to myself when you’re talking about vibrators and stuff like that.”
“I guess it must be. Pervert.”
“Hey, it wasn’t me talking about sex toys in a queue for the new iPad.” She smiled and rolled her eyes, and he said: “The emos sitting behind me in the line were talking about iPads the whole time – you can’t blame me for trying to distract myself from that.”
She laughed. “That doesn’t get you horny, talking about 4G and Retina display?”
He couldn’t quite tell whether it was going to turn her off that he wasn’t completely obsessed with Apple products like his sister, or whether it was a good thing.
“Well, I mean they’re handy to have…”
She laughed, “You’re worried we’re all geeky girls and I’ll find you boring because you’re not in the waiting list to work on the Genius Bar?”
To be honest, he’d never thought any of them might be termed ‘geeky’.
She said: “It’s Chrissy. She’s a total tech geek. And she has to have the latest new anything the minute it’s out.”
“Oh, right, I see. My sister’s just the same.”
“Only it kind of sucks waiting in line on your own all night – so we all came along for the ride.”
“That’s very nice of you.”
“Hey – it’s the summer. Not like we have to do anything else tomorrow,” she said. “Your friends didn’t feel the same way, then?”
“I didn’t really tell them. Don’t think they’d be quite so understanding about the whole sitting around all night for an iPad kind of thing.”
“You’re very sweet to do it for your sister.”
“If it gets me in her good books for a few weeks, it’s a price worth paying.”
“Hey,” she said, as came to a halt between two SUVs. There weren’t too many cars in the parking lot, but Noelle had pulled them over to a cluster that he’d assumed belonged to her and her friends.
She stopped him, pulling him back to her.
“Are you still up for letting me tell you what to do?”
“Letting you?” he joked. “I don’t think you get how to do this.”
She rolled her eyes again, but then she said: “Fine. Then I’ll just tell you.”
“Kiss me. Now.”
Something like a small hand grenade went off inside his upper chest. He couldn’t hear it, but the burst of intense heat and shock from the blast was quite clearly detectable.
What did she just say?
But he hardly had a moment to process what she’d demanded of him as she pushed him back against the black four-by-four vehicle, launching herself at him. Complete surprise and overwhelming confusion made him putty in her hands.
“Okay…” he said as she pulled him down to her level, placing her hands on his chest.
His chest filled with her sweet perfume, and his whole body trembled with pent up desire and shock. She was so close to him, he could see her individual freckles, even in this low light. Her eyes, highlighted by mascara and eyeliner, were astonishingly beautiful – so bright and sparkling with intelligence.
Then suddenly he felt the heat of her face on his, and her soft breath dancing on his skin, and then her lips were nudging against his, so he could feel the slight waxy texture of her lipstick.
She was kissing him. The most attractive girl he’d ever met. Kissing. Him.
It wasn’t quite his first kiss, but it might as well have been.
She sucked gently on his lips, and then he found his hands moving up to hold her head, almost checking to see if she was real, solid, not some kind of wonderful dream as he lay sleeping crumpled in a queue outside the Apple store.
More than a little insecure in his inexperience, he took his cues from her, he tried to learn from her, he mirrored her moves, gently sucking on her sweet lips, nudging his nose against hers, reveling in the velvet softness of her cheeks against his, inhaling her tantalizing scent with every fathomless breath.
Time just seemed to slow down and stop, as they entered a little world of their own.
Noelle smiled at him even while they continued kissing, and it sent his temperature skyrocketing. He felt her press against him, and to his horror realized she must be able to feel the massive erection that her incredible attention was causing. Yet she didn’t seem horrified by it – she actively pressed herself tighter against him, and suddenly as her kiss lingered, he felt her tongue delving between his lips – oh God, she was so hot.
“Oh my God…” she said, breathless like she’d just run the 100 metres in the Olympics, her eyes flickering all over his, her brow creased as though in confusion. “How did you learn to kiss like that?”
She didn’t give him a chance to answer – thankfully, since he didn’t know what exactly to say. Probably not a good idea to tell her he’d only really ever learned anything from her. She was kissing him, pressing herself up against him, her tongue sliding inside his mouth, now, not holding back.
He tried to give as good as he got, but her passionate energy was intense, and like lying under a refreshing waterfall, he just had to let the incredible power flow over him.
As she kissed him, he found he did really enjoy her taking control. Ever since his blundering fumblings in eighth grade, the few times he’d been lucky enough to find another girl interested in a little smooching, the girl had always pretty much opened her mouth and sat there.
This was electric. And now as he found himself sucking on her tongue, Noelle was grabbing his hands, and forcing them up her chest, demanding he touch her breasts.
“Just there…” she breathed as his fingers closed around the sensational shape of her cleavage.
Oh God in Heaven, he was actually holding her beautiful round breasts, and she actually wanted him to. He could feel the stiffness of her nipples, even through her bra and top.
Dylan took direction from her, and at first she seemed to find it strange, leading him. Putting his hands where she wanted them, guiding the speed and intensity of their kiss. For a moment, she looked at him, her eyes open, trying to figure him out. Perhaps check whether he was only allowing her to lead as some kind of lame follow-up to his earlier suggestions, all one long strategy to get her interested in him.
But he could see her come to believe that this was wonderful for him – he didn’t feel any sleight against his masculinity, how could he? He was entangled in the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.
He touched her tenderly, and she seemed to respond to his gentle coaxing of her sensationally soft breasts, writhing and emitting the sexiest moans. But with the incredible sweetness of her kiss, he found himself slipping into a strange kind of dream state, lulled into a strange calm by the exquisite dance of the senses, and somehow he was losing himself in her.
When he realized her shirt had ridden up, and her bra had slipped down, and his hands were sprawling over her smooth, soft bare flesh, grazing over her hard nipples without hindrance, he was surprised and a touch confused about how they’d got to that state. Noelle appeared ecstatic that he was touching her like that, however.
“Kiss me down here,” she said softly, almost a whisper, and he found himself kissing down her soft neck, breathing in the gentle sweet scent from her skin as he moved down.
And then he was taking her nipple inside his hot mouth, tasting her soft flesh, brushing his tongue over her sensitive bud, drawing out a deep long sigh as he began sucking on her.
“Oh, that’s it… just like that…”
Caressing her hot flesh with his lips, teasing her with his tongue, sucking with increasing intensity, her sighs turned to moans, and Dylan found that confirmation of her pleasure the hottest thing he could remember.
“Oh, don’t stop…”
Why should it somehow demean a guy’s manhood to make the girl’s pleasure his priority? Surely succeeding in achieving this genuine delight should be taken as demonstrating real and proven manhood.
After a while, her moans were almost yelps, and Noelle furiously pulled his face to hers, kissing him with wild abandon, her hands closing over his to force him to virtually crush her cleavage in his fingers.
At last, she let out a big long groan, her body seeming to shudder as he held her, as though someone had switched on an electric current to flow through her shapely frame.
“Oh my God,” she said, completely struggling for breath. “Oh. My. God.”
“Are you okay?” he asked her, a little confused at the apparent look of shock in her face. Had he hurt her somehow? Had he gone too far?
Was he in trouble for touching her breasts like that?
God, all those warnings from his teachers at St Josephs came flooding back – he heard the words of some imagined judge somewhere: inappropriate touching, forcing himself upon her, non-consensual molestation…
But then her pretty face broke out into the most enchanting smile, her big blue eyes so wide and filled with joy, and she looked at him as though he’d just given her the most amazing gift ever.
“That’s not supposed to happen,” she breathed, her voice full of wonder.
“I’m sorry…” he said, still not understanding.
She shook her head. “It’s a myth, an urban myth,” she said. “You’re not supposed to actually be able to do that.”
“I kind of got carried away, I guess…” he said, beginning to see that he wasn’t in trouble, even finding it amusing how apparently slow his brain was being after being so doped up on the extraordinary experience of kissing Noelle.
“I mean, I never did that before, not with a guy,” she said, then kissed his lips briefly again. “And you did it just by kissing me and touching me.”
He felt incredibly warm inside. And how was it that making this girl feel this way felt more of a satisfying achievement to him than getting into Stanford?
“We should get back to the line,” Noelle said, pulling up her bra and pulling down her top. “They’ll all be talking about us, I bet.”
“We haven’t been gone that long,” he said, but fishing his iPhone out of his pocket was rather startled to find they’d been gone nearly an hour.
“I wish we could, but I will never live it down if those guys knew you just made me come, and we haven’t even had a first date yet.”
Oh wow. He felt himself blush all the shades of scarlet as she took his hand and showed him over to where her car was parked. The undeniable confirmation he’d made her come seemed to set off fireworks inside his whole body – and her use of the word ‘yet’, suggesting that they would be having a first date at some point in the near future, that just made him fizz all over.
He was vaguely disappointed that they couldn’t just abandon the whole idea of waiting in line for an iPad. Go off and try a little more kissing, a little more touching. Only his mother knew he was there at the Apple store anyway – he’d just tell her the competition for iPads had been so intense, there hadn’t even been enough for all the people in the queue.
He’d think of an alternative present for his sister – sure it wouldn’t be as great, but hey.
He knew that was a selfish feeling, and his head was able to override his heart even before Noelle grabbed his hand and led him on to a tiny little beaten-up Volkswagen that seemed like a very down-to-earth car for a girl as hot as Noelle to drive.
“It’s my baby,” she said, proudly patting the roof. “Say ‘hi’ to Rowena.”
“Hi, Rowena,” he said, and made her giggle.
“The others tease me about her,” she said. “But she’s the most reliable old girl you’ve ever seen.”
“Reliability’s so much more important than anything else,” he said, being nice about her car.
“Completely. Having something that’ll do what I want is so much better than something flashy that conks out after two minutes,” she grinned, and he wasn’t sure she was talking about her car any more.
Walking back, Dylan already felt better – and not only because of the most incredible kiss of his life. Holding those blankets made him feel so much better about how the rest of the night was going – it was getting seriously cold by now.
They stopped off at the McDonalds on the way back to use the bathrooms, thankful the place was open 24 hours.
Back in the queue, almost nobody was awake. Dylan found himself feeling a little down-hearted all of a sudden. They were going to find their places in the queue again, and then most likely get some sleep – and that would be it for the night.
“That’s horsecrap – guys don’t like doing it.”
“Some do. I read about it in a magazine.”
“What, like you read about Sasquatch being seen in Tempersfield?”
As they found their places, although Ellie and Sasha were still asleep, it was hard to miss the fact that Chrissy and Marie were still awake – Chrissy because she was so excited about getting hold of the new iPad, Marie because Chrissy couldn’t shut up.
“It was in New Look.”
“Well I think it would be weird. I’m not sure I want them that close up.”
“Are you kidding? It’s supposed to be amazing.”
Heavens knew what the two girls were talking about, but they brightened as soon as they saw Noelle and Dylan making a return.
“Hey, you two!” Chrissy said, quietly, although it didn’t look as though even shouting was going to wake up Ellie and Sasha.
“What are you guys talking about?” Noelle said, affecting a tone of mock-exasperation as she set about laying out the blankets for Dylan directly alongside her sleeping bag – one for him to sleep on, two to go over him.
Marie nudged Chrissy, and the two of them giggled, then the blonde said: “So Dylan, Chrissy really wants to know if St Josephs girls give head.”
“Marie!” Chrissy and Noelle hissed in unison.
Marie only chuckled.
Dylan tried his utmost not to look embarrassed. “Sure,” he said.
“No!” Chrissy and Marie said together. Noelle busied herself getting into her sleeping bag.
Marie said: “They don’t really, do they? Nobody I know has ever been with a guy that did. Guys don’t do it until they’re married and they have to.”
That made him laugh. He wasn’t particularly experienced, but there was no way if he had the choice in the matter that he’d refuse it until marriage.
He said: “Why should we wait until marriage?”
“Because you don’t like doing it,” Marie said.
“That’s not true,’ Dylan said categorically, and then suddenly felt rather embarrassed, having opened up a little too much in front of the girl he was hoping might agree to a first date. And it wasn’t as though he was opening up about his own experience.
He caught Marie flashing a look of – what, envy? surprise? congratulations? – directed at Noelle, who rolled her eyes, but then cast a curious glance Dylan’s way.
“So why don’t guys just do it?” Marie asked.
“Half of them think they’re probably not allowed to, because girls have so many hang-ups about it.”
“There are some guys that don’t like doing it.”
“Sure, there probably are.”
“You like it?”
“Chrissy!” That was Noelle, chiding her friend, but now looking at Dylan with the kind of expression that stated clearly she wanted him to answer.
“What could be better?” he said simply.
Noelle seemed to catch her breath, but Dylan tried not to look at her, worried he’d be caught out in another half-truth. He wasn’t telling a lie that he would be very keen to try it, but hinting that he enjoyed it was getting ahead of himself – he wanted to enjoy it. The idea of going down on a girl was so sexy, it made him tremble with lust. But he’d never had first hand experience.
Chrissy gave a loud yawn that made them all laugh, and seemed to suitably distract from the awkward zone the conversation was heading toward. Telling the others that she was going to rest her eyes for a little while, she asked Dylan: “Have you got any gorgeous friends that are just like you, Dylan? Can you give them my number?”
Noelle grinned at him, seemingly with pride. It made his ears burn a little, but in a good way.
He made himself comfortable, and tried his best to relax enough to allow sleep to overcome him. He could hope that when the morning came, he might get Noelle’s number, and perhaps the most unlikely of nights would lead to the most unlikely of first dates for an ordinary guy from the other end of town.
But maybe when the Apple Store opened its doors, and the line surged ahead, he’d lose track of her in the scramble – and that would be it.
It was a little later that he heard the whisper: “You awake?”
He hadn’t been able to get to sleep – not even slightly. He was so incredibly buzzed by his evening with Noelle – and could not get that kiss out of his head. He’d just been lying there on his back, staring up at the stars.
Now he could detect her perfume again, and then he was startled by a hand snaking over his chest.
“Yeah, I’m awake,” he said.
“Come here,” she said.
He was a little unsure what she meant – she was right there, after all, right next to him. It wasn’t as though he had to walk anywhere to be with him.
But then her arm was across his chest, and she was pulling him over toward her sleeping bag – which was unfastened to allow him entry, the cold air kept out by the way she appeared to have draped the blanket over them both now. When had that happened?
He found his hand brushing over a sensationally smooth thigh, and the apparent fact she wasn’t wearing her skirt any more made his heart-rate soar.
It was much darker here in the line than it had been in the flood-lit parking lot, but the mall’s stream lamps were still enough to shed light on her pretty face as she pulled him in for another powerful kiss.
Oh how incredible she was – he felt he could have been happy just to be allowed to kiss her for the rest of his life, it was so exhilarating.
“You’ll wake the others,” he warned as they eventually came up for air, concerned that her little sighs as they kissed would become louder as she lost herself in their embrace.
“I won’t,” she said. “Promise.”
Then as they continued taking it in turns to gently suck on each others’ lips, and tangle their tongues together, Noelle brought the hand that wasn’t cradling her head up underneath her top once again, brushing over her smooth stomach, and then gliding up over the scintillating slopes of her bare breasts – she’d removed her bra, and now he was completely free to caress her shapely breasts, tease her hard nipples between thumb and fingers, drawing out soft little moans despite her promise to be silent.
“Will you really do whatever I want you to?” she whispered as they came up for air again.
“Even… what we were talking about with Chrissy and Marie?”
“Your wish is my command.”
She flashed her eyes at him, a little shocked, a little hopeful, a little disbelieving.
“Do it,” she said with a devilish grin. He felt a fireball overcome his insides.
It was warm beneath the sleeping bag, but felt safe from the outside – he was concealed from prying eyes, secure to pursue the dream of kissing his way down her chest, her top pushed up and then gone entirely, leaving this divine nymph in nothing but a pair of panties, lying there for him and only him.
Taking her nipples inside his mouth for a moment or two, before he felt her writhe, her breathing so deep it made her entire body rise and fall like the surface of the ocean, he tried to pause, calm himself, though everything inside him felt as though it was alight.
He needed to calm himself – his heart was pounding in his chest, he was going to drop dead if he wasn’t careful. He couldn’t believe she actually wanted him to go down on her.
Hopefully I don’t have to warn you but this story deals with explicit sex acts between consenting adults who are not legally attached to each other and who have questionable moral values. So if you don’t have your pud in your hand already, consider checking out the public library.
Thanks to mab7991 for all his editing suggestions and encouragement to improve my writing skills.
As my favorite author, Snoopy, used to say from atop his dog house, “It was a dark and stormy night!”
“God! How did the sun get so bright!” Tim thought to himself as he scrunched his eyes closed as tight as he could to keep out the early morning light. The light felt like ice picks in his eyes and seemed to drill deep into his brain. His first college kegger party and he seems to have survived, at least as best he could tell. He tried not to move his head, afraid it would probably explode as he slowly regained consciousness.
He experimented with movement, he realized that maybe things would not be as bad as he feared. Everyone had horror stories of the morning after and while much of the evening was a blur, he had really tried to watch it. Some of his fellow students got really plastered and drank non-stop all night. At least he tried to switch out between beer and soda throughout the evening, plus he ate snacks whenever he could to try and dilute the alcohol in his stomach.
At least he didn’t wake up naked in the front yard covered in vomit or on a street curb somewhere. He had seen what happened to people who passed out at a party and what everyone did to them.
After a few minutes, Tim decided to try and roll over to see how that felt. To his surprise, he discovered a mass of blonde hair on the pillow beside him. Attached to the blonde hair was what appeared to be a really cute girl about his age.
She was sound asleep, snoring lightly and completely naked. She had kicked the sheet off and by propping himself up, he could see all the way from her nice size tits to her shaved pussy. Her areolas were pink, small and perfectly round just dying to be sucked. He became mesmerized as he watched her boobs go up and down as she breathed. Her tits looked to be medium sized and even laying on her back poked up towards the ceiling. She had “puffies” or puffed up nipples, actually areolas he thought. Tim wondered if he got to suck those babies last night?
Tim’s dick started stirring as soon as he thought about those nipples in his mouth and how he could tease them with his tongue and suck on them. ‘Did I fuck this gorgeous girl last night?’ or did she simply crawl in bed with him and pass out. Tim flipped the sheet off so he could rub his dick while looking at his new bed mate. As he gripped his cock, it felt different and he looked down to see what the difference was.
‘Oh, my God! I’ve got dried cum and maybe pussy juice on my dick!’ Tim realized as the obvious solution hit his young alcohol infused college kid brain. ‘I got lucky last night and I don’t even remember it. Could I have fucked this sleeping beauty next to me and yet I can’t recall any of those glorious moments?’
Tim lay back in shock with the realization that in addition to getting shit faced last night, he also got laid and probably by this little sex pot sleeping next to him. While this new knowledge churned in his brain, he looked at the girl with renewed interest. Now that he was looking more closely, there appeared to be spots of something on her face.
‘Her face is covered in cum, . . . my cum! My CUM is all over her face.’ Tim thought as he leaned up over the girl to get a closer look. Looking at her beautiful full pouting lips, he could see the trail of cum that had dried after running out of her mouth. By now, Tim’s dick was as hard as a rock as he tried to rub it as fast as he could without shaking the bed. The fact that he had not only gotten a blow job but actually came in her mouth was almost too much for his cloudy brain to handle. The fact that she hadn’t even bothered to clean up his cum off her face made her the perfect girl friend.
‘I should be a gentleman and cover her up,’ he thought but then I wouldn’t get to enjoy the view. ‘Now how to handle this carefully?’ Tim thought as no way was he going to fuck up this deal in front of him. While he had been with a couple of girls in high school, nothing remotely similar to this had ever happened to him.
Back in high school, sex had always been a quick’y in the back seat of the car followed by trying to get presentable enough to drop her off. Now here he was in his very own apartment with a naked chick sharing his bed. ‘I wonder what her name is?’ he thought to himself and he laid back trying to reconstruct the previous evening’s events. Finally out of the fog, he remembered his friend’s girlfriend had introduced him to a cute blonde. The longer he thought about it, the more convinced he was that this was the girl he met last night and FUCKED!
“Olivia!” is her name, he mumbled, “Olivia,” to himself as it finally struck him who she was.
At the sound of her name, Olivia, rolled over and cuddled up to him. He put his arm around her and she laid a bare boob on his chest and hooked her leg over his. ‘This was so worth it,’ he thought to himself, waking up with a naked girl on you. Especially one whose tits feel so warm on your chest and he could feel her pussy mound against his leg. Her nipples were nice and hot, he could feel the exact spot where they burned into his chest and to feel her pussy lips against his leg, unbelievable.
He leaned over and kissed her forehead, hoping that his morning breath wasn’t too bad. With the kiss, she giggled and snuggled up even closer to him. Her hands idly played with his nipples and she took her finger to trace around his nipples and pull on them. He had never had a girl play with his tits before and was amazed at how quickly they wrinkled up with her touch.
With her face on his chest, she started kissing his nipples and flicking her tongue over them. He could hear her moaning as she started to suck his nipple and softly chew on it with her teeth. Tim couldn’t help himself but gave out a guttural groan as she bit his nipple.
As she continued to lick and suck his nipple, her fingers were roaming all over his chest then she slowly worked her way down. Her soft hand was now rubbing his stomach and abdomen while pushing her love box harder against his leg. For a minute, she played with his navel by running her finger around it. Then her fingers were playing just above his cock which was now at full attention.
In high school it always took a couple of hours of begging just to get a girl to touch you and now he’s hoping that she ends up where he thinks she’s going. ‘If she grabs my dick,’ he thought, ‘I hope I don’t shoot off right away and spoil the whole thing.’ But first things first, she’s got to go just a few inches further.
Olivia’s now laying on his chest so she can watch as she continues to explore Tim’s body. Tim can only see the top of her head but he can just imagine what she’s looking at as he feels her hand now right above his cock.
When her fingers touch his dick, he jumps even though he was trying to prepare himself and act like the stud he wanted to be. When he jumped, Olivia giggled and wrapped her fingers around his stiff cock. She said, “I’m surprised it is still functional after last night.” Then she started to stroke him up and down while she scooted down to lay her cheek on his stomach with his hard cock now right in front of her face.
Suddenly it struck him that he must smell like dried cum and pussy juice as her face was close to his pubic area. Tim asked, “Would you like me to take a quick shower?”
Olivia rose up above him and he could see his dried cum on her face and said, “Silly boy, I love the smell of cum and pussy in the morning. After all that’s just the results of our love making last night and after I suck your dick a little, it will be as good as it was then.”
With that Olivia moved down below his cock so he could watch as she started licking the head of his dick. He could see the dried pussy on his dick and she carefully licked it until it was moist and then took his cock into her mouth. He couldn’t believe that she was actually cleaning him up and apparently loved it. She took great pains to not miss anything and once she had his dick cleaned up, she started giving him the best blow job of his life.
Olivia’s mouth was so soft as she wrapped her lips around his cock and guided it down her throat with her tongue. He could feel the roughness of her tongue as she licked the head and sucked on his cock. Tim had only had a couple of blow jobs and this was nothing like the other girls he had known.
Olivia’s moans, as his cock went down her throat, convinced him that she must love sucking dick and the feeling was unreal. He lay there while enjoying her warm wet mouth as it swallowed his dick. The way she was sucking him, there was no doubt that he could cum in her mouth without a complaint.
Tim loved the way she positioned herself so he could enjoy watching her suck his dick. She would look up at him and grin while sucking the head then sliding it deep in her mouth. While she was sucking him, she would stroke his dick at the same time.
‘I’m in heaven, ‘ he thought as he lay there with Olivia working over his cock. She had spread her legs for him and he rubbed her bald mound and stroked her pussy lips. She was dripping wet and he loved the way it felt to rub inside her lips. Getting his finger wet with her love juice, he started rubbing her clit and was rewarded with a higher level of moaning and squirming around.
He wasn’t used to doing all this but wanted to make sure this wasn’t the only time he got this girl. He wet his finger and was rewarded by the sweet taste of her pussy then started tracing around the hood covering her clit. Her clit was getting hard and quickly came out of hiding from under her hood. He now took his wet finger and rubbed around the clit itself, to be rewarded by a deep moan from the girl as she flung one leg over his chest to fully expose her pussy.
Off in the distance he could hear somebody yelling, but tried to tune out the distraction and concentrate on cumming in her mouth. He had never been allowed to cum in a girl’s mouth before and planned on enjoying this to its fullest. From the evidence on her face, this would be the second time but he still couldn’t remember the first time.
Then Olivia’s mouth slid off the end of his cock and she gave it a nice kiss before sitting up. She told him, “I want to ride you and then I’ll finish you off. If you get too close, tell me and I’ll hop off and take you down my throat. Maybe the next time you can cum in my pussy but I need your load in my mouth this time.”
Then she straddled him and, as he watched, guided his stiff cock between her legs to rub on her pussy. As she rubbed his dick up and down inside her wet pussy lips, it was all he could do to not cum. “God, I love the way your dick feels on my pussy!” she said. Then carefully positioning his dick, sank down on it and took it to the hilt in one motion.
Tim watched in amazement, as the girl flung her head back with her eyes closed when his dick hit bottom. A big gasp escaped her lips as she wiggled around on his stiff cock. He could feel the head of his dick pushed against the bottom of her pussy.
Tim had never felt anything like the sensation of his hard teenage cock sliding deep into a tight college girl’s pussy. Her muscles squeezed his cock and he could see her stomach clinch as she held his dick with her pussy muscles. Tim groaned with the feeling of his dick buried in a hot wet pussy and tried to make it last as long as he could.
Olivia was also close to her own climax as she rode Tim. ‘He is such a good fuck,’ she thought and fun to be with. She could feel his cock deep in her pussy as she rode him and by pulling back a little could tilt his dick until it rubbed her g-spot. Olivia was having trouble riding him as her legs were trembling and she couldn’t control them but sweet Timmy put both hands under her butt cheeks to lift her up and drop her on his cock, over and over.
She was so glad she got him first as he had a nice size dick and really filled her up. She could feel the head hitting bottom as he pounded into her cervix. ‘The girls are going to be so jealous when they find out how big his cock is,’ she thought.
As Olivia’s climax was starting to surge throughout her body, the yelling she had heard off and on was coming from outside but she ignored it and let her climax wash over her. The trembling of her body and legs was getting stronger and stronger as the fire in her pussy consumed her. “FUCK ME Tim!” she screamed at the top of her lungs while surrendering to her climax.
At the instant of her climax, she looked up and there was her mother standing at the foot of the bed watching her take a big cock deep into her pussy almost to her stomach. As much as she was shocked, her body was in automatic and wasn’t going to stop for anything, much less her mother.
As Tim pounded his dick into Olivia as hard as he could, he could feel her pussy quivering around his dick and when she screamed FUCK ME over and over, he knew that she was coming. Tim could feel his load of cum burst out of his balls and race up the tube on the bottom of his dick to join with Olivia’s juices. He faintly heard his door burst open but the sensation of his cum filling up Olivia’s sweet pussy had his sensations in overdrive. Like Olivia, Ted joined her and screamed, “I’M CUMMING NOW, OLIVIA!”
Tim’s cock sprayed load after load of hot spunk in Olivia’s pussy and he could feel her spasms as her cunt drank up his juice. He felt like his dick had exploded with the force of his climax and each ejaculate spurted deep in Olivia’s cunt from the end of his dick. Each spray of cum was so strong that it almost hurt.
Tim hoped that Olivia would forgive him as he realized that he was cumming in her pussy and not in her mouth as he had promised her. ‘I hope I get to make it up to her,’ he thought as the pulsations from his cock were starting to taper off.
All of a sudden, Tim felt Olivia being pushed off of him to fall on the bed. “What the Fuck!” he yelled at the sudden sensation of his dick being yanked out of her hot pussy and into the cool morning air.
“You Son of a Bitch! What do you mean fucking my 18 year old daughter? Did you just cum in her cunt, asshole? You better not have gotten her pregnant,” this strange woman is screaming at him with spittle spraying out of her mouth and wild crazed eyes.
Tim thought, ‘She’s pretty cute for a pissed off MILF.’ Then he realized that this was no time for jokes as he had just gotten caught banging her daughter.
The wild eyed woman looked down at his cock which was still leaking cum and as hard as a rock. She looked at it as it pulsed and bobbed with each beat of his heart. Then unbelievably, she reached down and grabbed his slimy cum and pussy covered cock to say, “Fuck, you did cum, dickwad. What do you mean sticking that big cock of yours into my little girl’s pussy? She’s much too tight for a big cock like that, asshole. I know I’d even have trouble taking a dick that size in me.”
Then she sat down beside him without letting go of his dick and continued to yell at both him and her daughter. “Olivia, you slut, don’t lie to me, I just watched you ride his cock. How many times has he fucked you? I bet you’re full of cum, aren’t you? I can even see the cum running out of your well fucked cunt!” When she saw the little grin on Olivia’s face, she realized what else Olivia had done. “You fucking slut, you’ve been sucking him off too, haven’t you? God Damn, Son of a Bitch, no daughter of mine is going to be known as a cum drinking slut!”
Olivia took the opportunity of her mom yelling to try and gather her wits about her. She started to laugh but thought better of it as she watched her mother continue to stroke Tim’s cock. Olivia knew that her mother didn’t realize what she was doing but secretly hoped that she would continue to play with his dick as that would give Olivia ammunition to hold over her mother’s head.
Finally, her mother looked down and realized that she had been jacking him off and yanked her hand off of Tim’s slimy cock. She held her hand up to her face and looked at the cum and pussy juice covering her hand. Without thinking, she held her fingers up to her nose and smelled them.
In a snide tone, Olivia said, “Smell good mother?”
Obviously flustered, Olivia’s mom quickly put her hand in her lap and tried to regain her composure. Then she said, “Olivia, don’t lecture me. I’m the adult here and not you!”
Olivia took her hand and wrapped her fingers around Tim’s cock. She couldn’t believe how hot and hard it still was. As she started to stroke it, she said, “Well mother, do you approve as it looks like you do? He does have a nice cock doesn’t he? And Mom, he is a great fuck.”
To Tim, it looked like Olivia had slapped her mom with her comment and she rose up in a huff to address her daughter, “Slut, I can’t believe that you asked me how I liked his dick especially with your juices covering it. I’m just glad you didn’t put that nasty thing back in your mouth.”
Olivia spat back, “You came in just as I was about to do exactly that. And Tim, I thought I told you not to cum in my cunt but in my mouth like you did last night. You’re right mom, I am a slut and I love having a dirty nasty cum and pussy covered dick in my mouth.”
Olivia’s mother was watching Olivia use her hand to stroke Tim’s dick with more interest as her anger was slowly cooling down. Finally she said, “Fuck Olivia, I got pregnant at your age and don’t want it to happen to you. I was so upset that you didn’t come home last night and then to catch you riding some boy’s cock like a common slut pushed all my buttons.”
Then both Olivia and her mother stared at each other, daring the other to give. After a few seconds they both started laughing and leaned across Tim’s cock to hug each other. Her mother said, “Next time you are going to stay out all night, call me because I worry about you.”
“Mom, I’m sorry I know that I should have called but it got late, I drank too much, and ended up going home with Tim. Don’t worry I’m on the pill and will not get PG. I think when you get to know him, you’ll like him especially now that you’ve seen his dick. He really is a nice guy.”
Then Olivia took her mom’s hand and put it back on Tim’s stiff cock. “It’s okay mom, I know you want to hold it and I don’t mind.”
Olivia’s mom didn’t fight at all about holding Tim’s cock and started to stroke it up and down. She said, “It is a really nice dick dear, you have good taste. I can’t believe how big it is, I can just barely get my fingers around it.”
Olivia said, “Would you like to help me give him a blow job? It’ll be fun, just forget that he’s your daughter’s boyfriend and think of him as some guy you’ve brought home from a bar.”
Her mom, in a shy tone asked, “You really don’t mind if I suck it just a little? It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man.”
Olivia put her hand on top of her mother’s head and guided her mouth down to Tim’s cock. Her mom’s moan was obscene as the cum covered cock touched her lips. “Suck it mom and clean up all my pussy juice and his cum,” Olivia commanded and pushed her mother’s mouth down over Tim’s dick until it was in her throat.
As Olivia pushed her mother, Sally’s head down, Sally looked at his hard cock coming towards her mouth. ‘I really shouldn’t suck my daughter’s boyfriend’s cock,’ she said to herself but realized that she was now in over her head. A tremor went through her body as she smelled the scent of pussy and cum coming off his dick. She had tried so hard to be good, yet here was a big dick just inches from her open mouth. She automatically licked her lips to make sure they were wet for Tim’s cock. Sally could feel her pussy throbbing now as her resistance quickly melted away.
When Tim’s wet dick touched her lips, Sally let out a deep moan as the taste of his dick hit her senses. Olivia was pushing her mother’s head down on his cock, but that wasn’t necessary as Sally was already past the point of no return. The taste of a cum and pussy coated dick hit her and she could feel her climax quickly building. Now the only thought in Sally’s mind was to take his dick deep in her throat and suck it as long as she could.
Olivia said to Tim, “Sorry for all the drama but my mom gets upset with things out of her control. I know that she will make it up to you, so just relax and enjoy your blow job.” Olivia kissed Tim and they watched as her mother sought to refresh her cock sucking skills which she hadn’t used in a long time.
Tim’s emotions had gone through a roller coaster ride in the last few minutes. First he was cumming so hard, he thought he would die. Then Olivia’s mother burst in on them and he was sure that he was going to die. Now her soft lips were wrapped around his cock and with every bob, more dick was sliding down her throat. Could it be possible that he would be fucking both the mother and daughter? This would be the ultimate fantasy for an 18 year old boy.
As he enjoyed his blow job, he looked over Olivia’s mother and saw that she was beautiful and had an older version of Olivia’s body. Her tits were bigger and she had a little more meat on her bones but that just made her look sexier. Tim reached down to rub the inside of her leg as he looked over to Olivia for approval. Olivia quickly nodded her head and mouthed, “Go for it,” to him.
As he rubbed the inside of her thigh, Olivia’s mom spread her legs for him. Then Olivia scooted down and started kissing and licking the side of Tim’s cock which was now back to full size. I’m in heaven, he thought as he was playing with mom’s inner thigh while the two girls sucked his dick. He could see her white silk panties as her dress rode up after she spread her legs. So far there was no resistance as he worked his way up her leg towards his goal.
Sally, Olivia’s mother, was torn about what to do. Now her daughter had made her suck Olivia’s new boyfriend’s cock but no that wasn’t really right. She wanted his cock so bad she could taste it and Olivia just told her it was okay. Olivia’s hand on the back of her head, pushing her down, allowed her to rationalize that she was being forced to suck dick, Right!
The taste and smells of Tim’s cock was overwhelming to Sally as she eagerly nursed on his hard cock. She had forgotten how hard a young man’s cock got and how quickly they recovered. She wondered if she could make him cum again, just minutes after filling her daughter’s pussy with his load. If she could make him cum then she could just pretend it was a mistake and not that she wanted it. If he fucked her, she knew it would be all over as the size of that dick would be irresistible.
When Sally had first burst into Tim’s room and saw her daughter stuffed full of cock and obviously in the process of coming hard, she saw an image in her mind of a time long ago, when her husband had videoed her riding a guy’s huge dick. She and her husband were swingers before their divorce and her daughter looked exactly like she did when she was that age and getting fucked. That was what really freaked her out, her daughter was turning out to be just like her. Now she was going to have to go home and dig out the videos to see if she really did look exactly like her daughter as she took a big dick.
Without losing a stroke on Tim’s beautiful and tasty cock, Sally tried to figure out if there was any way to dig herself out of this hole she had just created. It was so wrong for her to be sucking her daughter’s boyfriend’s hard cock but she just couldn’t take her mouth off of it. The taste of his cum along with her daughter’s pussy juice was making it hard to think straight. Plus she could see the cum leaking out of Olivia’s pussy and it was all she could do to keep from sucking her teenage pussy clean.
She thought back to the times she would pull some guy’s dick out of a wet pussy to drink his load and taste the girl’s sweet love juice. Sally thought she had gotten over her love of sucking dick and pussy but as the flavors assaulted her mouth, nose, and brain, it all came back to her in an instant.
Olivia continued to watch her mom suck Tim’s cock and decided to see how far she could push her mom. “Mother, why don’t you let Tim fuck you so you can see how wonderful his dick is?”
Her mom let his dick slide just far enough out of her mouth to answer, “Baby, I can’t be fucking your boyfriend. That is wrong on so many levels. I shouldn’t be sucking his dick either but just can’t seem to stop, it tastes so good.”
“Mom, you know you want to and I can guarantee that Tim is not going to object. This will be our little secret and once that dick is buried in your pussy, all of your objections will fade away. Plus this time I’ll let him cum in your mouth instead of mine, just as long as you give me a taste.”
“Oh, Olivia you shouldn’t talk to me like that. It brings back so many memories and I’ve tried so hard to be a good mother for you instead of the slut I used to be. If I start doing those things again, I’m not sure I’ll have the willpower to stop myself.”
“Mom what things are you talking about? You’ve always been so uptight, prim, and proper. Is there a side to you that I don’t know about. Spit it out mom or I swear his dick will never be in your mouth again!”
“Sweetie, this is hard to talk about with your own daughter but yes, your dad and I used to be pretty wild in our day.”
“Mom, you fucked other guys besides dad, didn’t you?” Olivia demanded.
“Yes I confess. Before you were born we used to party with a bunch of other people and sometimes I would sleep with other guys. I’m really sorry if I’ve disappointed you.”
“Mom, was it just guys or did a girl slip in between your legs every once in a while?”
“I wish you would not push me like this but if you must know the truth, yes I probably slept with more girls than guys.”
“And I assume when you say ‘slept with’ what you really mean is ‘FUCKED’!”
“God, baby I confess I was a slut and I didn’t care who or what was done to me. Your mother has been fucked in every hole she has and I hate to admit it but I loved every minute of it. That’s when I saw the look on your face as Tim drilled your lights out, I realized that the apple did not fall far from the tree. While I don’t regret any thing I’ve done, I don’t want you to get a reputation as a slut.”
“I loved being a slut and being used by everybody. Your dad used to love to take pictures and movies of me, that’s what always turned me on the most, putting on a show and having people watching me. I would hate to think of the number of trains I’ve pulled.”
“But mom, if you were a slut, how can you tell me not to follow in your footsteps?”
“It’s hard to understand but we only partied in select groups and never talked about it outside of our circle. But I think you’re like me and could be a sex addict and I don’t want you to get a reputation.”
“Okay mom, let me think about all this for a second. Tim roll her over and shove your cock deep into her slutty cunt then pound the shit out of her.”
Sally didn’t didn’t even put up token resistance and allowed herself to be laid back on the bed. Olivia grabbed her mom’s dress and pulled it over her head leaving her only wearing a pair of white silk bikini panties with a big wet spot. Sally reached down to hook her thumbs in the sides of her panties and quickly pulled them off to throw them on the floor.
Olivia touched her mom’s leg and Sally automatically spread them for Tim. She even reached down to spread her engorged pussy lips to show him the treasures within. Her inner folds glistened with the moist dew of her love juice. Sally just couldn’t help herself and ran her fingers around the hood of her clit as she stared at that monster phallus which was fixing to violate her.
Tim wanted to fuck her more than anything but was afraid that this was all going to backfire on him but then Olivia pushed him and snapped at him, “FUCK MY MOM RIGHT NOW! If you ever want your dick in my mouth or pussy again, you will fuck my mom’s brains out. Slack off and don’t let the door hit you in the ass!”
Tim’s cock had taken over his thinking and nothing he could do would stop his cock from diving into that wet pussy in front of him. As the shiny swollen head of his cock touched the inner lips of Olivia’s mom’s pussy, he heard her gasp and then let out a deep groan. Her love tunnel was so hot it almost burned his cock as he easily slid in and buried himself to the hilt in one fast motion until his balls slapped her ass. He tried to be gentle with her but it was if her pussy sucked him in and Sally had dug her fingers into his butt cheeks as she pulled him in.
Sally could feel the veins on his hard cock rubbing the inside of her hot tunnel as he slipped inside her juicy pussy. It had been a long time and she was pretty tight. His big cock hurt a little as he buried it against the bottom of her box. But the pain just seemed to make everything more sensitive and it seemed like every nerve ending in her pussy was on fire. She could even feel the ridge around his dick’s helmet as it tortured her relentlessly.
Sally was always a comer and the build up of no sex for months felt like a volcano that was starting to blow. The last bit of reluctance quickly died along with her good girl side as her bad girl was yelling, “Fuck Him, Fuck Him, Fuck Him!” directly into her brain. Her last coherent thought was that this is going to be a really hard climax.
The once nice person, now mindless slut was completely in automatic. She banged her heels against his butt as she dug her fingernails into his ass to force him deeper inside her pussy. His dick seemed to have gotten even bigger as it filled her cunt to overflowing. Without caring if her daughter or anyone else heard, she started screaming, “Timmy Fuck Mommy HARD with your BIG COCK. Pleeease split my cunt open. Fuck me good and I’ll give you my daughter to fuck as much as you want.”
Olivia shut her eyes and thought to herself, ‘I’m glad I don’t live here and have to explain my mother’s screaming, to the people next door. I just hope they don’t call the police before Timmy has time to take care of both of us.’
Olivia watched as her mother’s eyes rolled back in her head along with the tremors all over her body. She could actually see the waves move through her body as her mother started off the gorge like a runaway freight train when the bridge collapsed in a cowboy movie.
Olivia’s mom felt like she was in the surf at the beach. Each wave of her climax hit her like a huge ocean breaker and drove her underwater as her climax crashed around her. Then as she started to see daylight again, another wave of her climax would crash over her. Sally had never climaxed like this before even when she fucked Butch, their friend with a 12 inch cock. She realized that she was screaming but had absolutely no control over her body. Out of the blue, the thought of her pulling a long train with Timmy and his other big dicked college friends taking turns fucking her gave her another huge come that crashed in on top of the one she had just experienced.
‘What the hell,’ Olivia thought as she reached down to rub her mom’s bouncing tits. She took the nipple and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger. When she pinched her nipple, her mother’s eyes flew open and she looked down to watch Olivia working her tits. Then she closed her eyes and reached up to pull Olivia’s mouth down on hers.
When Olivia’s tongue slipped inside her mother’s mouth, Sally lost it as she sucked on her daughter’s tongue. The feeling of a girl’s touch on her tits and the thought of sharing the pussy and cum took her back to a time when being fucked by a big dick and making out with another girl was a regular experience. The fact that she was sucking her daughter’s tongue and kissing her was immediately forgotten as her climax finished racing through her. She could feel the electricity in her wet pussy as the sparks flew between her tits and her love box being plowed by a big hard cock.
Tim couldn’t believe how hard Olivia’s mom’s pussy was squeezing his dick as her climax took control of her body. It was such a turn on to see her react to Olivia playing with her tits then as Olivia kissed her, Sally’s body suddenly arched off the bed as she grabbed the sheet with both hands and came all over Tim’s cock. He could feel her cunt go from dripping wet to a flood in an instant.
Tim decided that he would start wearing ear plugs as Sally was now screaming obscenities at the top of her lungs followed by incoherent babbling every time she got her rocks off. Now he could see where Olivia got her slutty mouth as her mom was apparently a bigger slut than her. The thought that she was a swinger and all the things he had heard about wife swapping made his blood boil. Not that it needed any help with his dick trying to stir that volcanic caldron between Sally’s legs.
Maybe he could take both Sally and Olivia to a swing party and get into an orgy with a bunch of girls. Thinking about non-stop screwing inflamed his adolescent mind and the sensation of being in a throbbing pussy was driving his cock to explode. He could feel his balls seem to expand as they filled with hot cum and prepared to fill his girlfriend’s mother’s box with his teenage cum.
Tim tried to stop thinking of fucking the other wives and focused on the horny housewife who was writhing on his dick and promising him anything he wanted, including her daughter, if he would just drill her lights out. He loved the feeling of how his dick slid deep into her wet hole and the little grunting noise she made every time his dick bottomed out in her cunt.
Mom’s cunt was sloppy wet and he loved the squishing noises his dick made when he rammed it home as hard as he could. He had once had a girl complain about her wet pussy but having a juice filled cunt seemed to just turn Olivia’s mother on more.
This was a real woman he was fucking and not some teenybopper, she was experienced and knew what turned a man on. The fact that she didn’t hesitate to suck his dirty dick after he had fucked her daughter was a real turn on. He had heard about girls who could come over and over, now he knew it was true as he had lost count of the number of times mom had come.
Tim kept trying to hold back his climax as this was the greatest feeling in the world, sliding deep in her wet pussy and feeling her react to his pounding. She was wide open to him and he knew that he could have anything he wanted as her legs were now around his shoulders which made his dick go even deeper. He could feel the head of his cock trying to enter her cervix on every stroke and the sensation was driving him wild.
Tim felt Sally have another climax as her body shook, got rigid, then collapsed in a puddle as her climax ran it’s course. Tim never stopped pounding in her, relishing in the fact that she would immediately start building to another peak without even fully coming down from the last one.
Sally put her arms around his neck and pulled their faces together. As she chewed on his ear lobe, she whispered, “Let me suck you off. It will teach my daughter a lesson not to be such a slut and I’ll show you how a real woman finishes her man off.”
Those two sentences caused Tim to lose control and he quickly went from zero to sixty in 3 seconds. He could feel his cum bubbling in his balls, getting ready for blastoff. Sally sensed his pending climax and pulled him up causing his dick to slip out of her pulsating pussy. Olivia’s mother grabbed him by the butt cheeks and pulled his hard cock up towards her mouth. His dick left a trail of pussy juice as it drug up her stomach and between her generous tits.
Tim felt her soft needy lips close around the head of his cock and the vacuum along with her tongue was all it took. Tim blasted off and his first shot of cum into Sally’s mouth actually hurt as it exploded out of his cock with unbelievable force.
When Sally tasted her pussy on the head of Tim’s cock, she immediately started climaxing and could feel the pulsations in her pussy. As she sucked hard on the head, she was rewarded with a tremendous blast of cum that scorched her tongue and slammed into the back of her throat. The force of his cum shot surprised her and immediately made her climax. As the rockets went off in her head, she tried to will herself to stay attached to the head of his cock.
Sally’s climax was so strong that she lost consciousness for a few seconds and let his dick slip out of her mouth. But the next blast of cum to her face quickly brought her back to reality and she gobbled up his cum covered dick. Tim kept trying to shove his cock down her throat but she resisted as she needed to taste his load in her mouth not down her throat. Tim needed to learn that a girl likes to just suck the head when a guy shoots off otherwise it shoots down her throat and you don’t get to enjoy it.
Sally reattached her lips to the head of his cock as he shot rope after rope of hot cum in her mouth. She could just imagine what it would be like if this was his first climax of the day and not the third or fourth one. She tried to keep her throat closed as he filled up her mouth and coated her teeth and tongue with his hot load.
Olivia’s mom could feel the cum that Tim sprayed on her face start running down her face and dripping off her chin. She could feel big drops hitting her nipples and the sensation of the cum hitting her nipple was like the time a girl dripped hot wax on her tits. Each drop hitting her nipples felt like her tits were plugged into a light socket. The sensation was indescribable as the drops hit her tits.
Finally when he pretty much quit spurting in her mouth, she let his dick slide down her throat so that the entire shaft was in her mouth being bathed in his cum. The taste and smell of his cum was so strong, it was enough to make her climax again just from the feel of his dick in her throat.
Olivia was amazed watching her mother suck Tim off. She had to hand it to her mother, she was a cock sucker without peer. Hopefully mom would teach her some of the tricks as she could tell that Tim had just experienced a mind blowing climax in her mother’s mouth.
As Sally lay there with her body continuing to jerk and tremble on its own, she slowly sucked on Tim’s cock but she was so exhausted from so many climaxes that she just had to stop for a few minutes. Olivia’s mother just slowly slid off of Tim to lay beside him as her legs continued to tremble. Olivia looked at her mother who had cum running out of both sides of her mouth as she panted and gasped.
Finally she gargled, “Olivia take over for me.” While trying to contain the load of cum in her mouth as she lay her head on Tim’s hip. Olivia, with a big grin on her face, lay down between Tim’s legs and looked at his cock. It was still pretty much hard and waving around in the air with a nice coating of pussy juice on it.
Olivia thought to herself, ‘This is going to be so neat. I know mom is going to want to fuck Tim again and we can now have threesomes all the time. Plus like Tim, she was fascinated about the fact her mother was a swinger and apparently had fucked everything that walked. This revelation completely changed her opinion of her mother plus watching her take care of her boyfriend was pretty awesome also.
While Olivia really liked Tim, especially his cock, she didn’t have any deep feelings for him and didn’t think she would mind sharing him especially if for every girl he fucked, she would be fucking their husband or boyfriend. Olivia liked going to college parties but the thought of skipping all of the preliminaries and just fucking made her pussy tingle. Would some woman’s husband just come up and say, “Hi, would you like to fuck?” That thought made her pussy spasm and a thrill ran through her body.
Most of her classmates didn’t know why all the boys called her Hotdog Helen, but they whispered and giggled anyway whenever she walked down the halls. Helen was used to being picked on. She had spent her life feeling awkward and she knew she was a little plump. She couldn’t remember a time when the boys in her class hadn’t teased her in some way, but the recent hotdog thing felt particularly hurtful.
Jonny wasn’t like the other boys in her neighborhood. He was in college already. She thought he was super cute with his long black bangs that always fell into his blue eyes. Helen was an only eighteen and still in high school, but Jonny didn’t seem to mind. Whenever he would see her walking home from school — her parents wouldn’t let her drive — Jonny would always wave and say hi. Usually he was outside with his shirt off washing his car or working on his parent’s lawn. Just the sight of him made Helen feel a little dizzy.
One day when Helen was walking by, Jonny stopped her and asked if she could help him with something.
Helen couldn’t believe that he was really talking to her. “Yeah sure. What is it?”
“It will only take a minute. I just need you to stand on a ladder and help me put something up. It will be real quick, it’s just too big for me to do alone and no one else is home.” He winked at her.
His wink made her feel all funny inside, but she didn’t know why. Helen followed him into the house and down a long hall. They ended up in what could only be his bed room. Helen looked around while she waited for him to run and get something for her to stand on. He brought back a small step ladder and asked her to climb up. Then he handed her the top edge of a large poster.
“So just put the corners as high up on the wall as you can and let me see if it works there.” He stepped back.
Helen leaned over the ladder against the wall and stretched up as tall as she could with her arms spread wide trying to hold up the poster. She felt like she might lose her balance. “Is that good?”
“Perfect.” Jonny’s voice sounded soft and strange. “Helen, you know you really are a pretty girl.”
While she was holding the poster, he came up behind her and slid his hands up her legs and under her skirt. She was scared at first, but he told her not to be. When he started to tug at the back of her panties, she froze. Then she felt his warm lips kissing the crack of her bottom. She had never had a boy kiss her, let alone touch her body.
“Spread your legs.” Jonny pushed a hand between her closed thighs.
She let her legs open just enough for him to slid his hand up between them and touch her underpants. He rubbed her there for a minute. She liked the sensation, but it also made her feel ashamed. Jonny pulled her panties all the way down and she let him. She just stood there still holding up his poster of some heavy metal band.
When he pushed a finger up into her she told him that it hurt. He said that it was supposed to hurt the first time. She said she didn’t understand what he meant and she didn’t.
“Get on the bed and I’ll show you what I mean.” He took the poster from her and let it fall to the floor.
“What about the poster? Don’t you want to put it up?” She was confused.
“The poster doesn’t matter any more Helen. Don’t worry about it. Just lay down.” He sounded a little annoyed with her.
She didn’t want him to be annoyed. She liked Jonny and she wanted him to like her too.
Jonny unbuttoned her shirt and took off her bra. He told her what pretty breasts she had, he called them tits. He sucked on them and pinched at them. The sucking felt good to Helen, but the pinching kind of hurt. Then he pulled her skirt off, so that she was naked on the bed. It felt embarrassing, but he told her she was beautiful and she liked that.
He pushed her legs apart and she tired to close them, but he wouldn’t let her. She felt a little bit like crying, but she didn’t. When he started rubbing on her it felt really weird and good, and then he licked her down there for a little while. She couldn’t believe he would put his mouth on it, but god how amazing his warm wet mouth made her feel. It almost made it difficult for her to catch her breath. Despite how embarrassed she felt, she couldn’t help but just lay back and moan.
When he put his finger in her that time it still hurt, but not nearly as much. He said that was because she was wet now. He started to pump it in and out of her and then he added another finger. It was painful but she wanted to make him happy so she tried to act like she liked it. He said he wanted to try something bigger and asked if it was ok. She said yes and then he left the room for a while. When he came back he had several things from the fridge.
He put the hotdog inside her first and asked how that felt. She said it was ok, and it was, but it was a little cold. Then he used a big carrot, it hurt a lot especially when he started pumping it in and out of her. He poured cooking oil on her down there and said it would help, he was right it didn’t hurt nearly as much.
Then he picked up the cucumber. The size of it scared her. She told him that it was really starting to hurt down there. He promised he wouldn’t put anything else in, if she just let him try the cucumber. It was a really big one and she was afraid, but he took it really slow. She only cried a little, but he held her hand and talked nice to her the whole time till it was all the way in.
When he got the carrot out again she didn’t understand.
“I thought the cucumber was the last thing?” She started to whine a little.
He sounded a little annoyed when he told her to stop.
“It was the last thing in your pussy, but now we have to work on your ass.” He poured oil into his hand and started rubbing it on the carrot.
“What?” It didn’t seem to her that that was a good place for a carrot.
“If you don’t want to get pregnant, you can let a boy put it in your ass. You don’t want to get pregnant do you?”
Jonny was right about that, she didn’t want to get pregnant. She had heard terrible stories about young girls getting pregnant, but she had never heard that doing it in your ass could prevent that.
“Spread your legs wider and pull them back. I’ll put a pillow under you so I can get at it.” He wedged a pillow under her and she did as he told her, then he started pouring more oil on her down there.
She was surprised that it actually felt good when he began to rub the oil around on her bottom.
He used his finger and thumb. “I think you are ready.” He started to push the carrot into her, and it hurt a lot.
She couldn’t help but cry out.
He stopped pushing it in, but he didn’t pull it out. “Here I’ll give you a second to get used to it.” Soon he was pushing it in more.
He praised her when he got it in pretty far. He told her what a good girl she was being and what a good job she had done. “I want to show you something else.” Without taking the carrot out, he unzipped his pants and showed her his thing.
It was big she thought, bigger than the cucumber and hard.
He climbed around so he could put it close to her face and then he put it on her mouth. “Go ahead and give it a kiss.”
She kissed it. It was so smooth and warm against her lips and that it surprised her.
“Open your mouth.” He started pumping the carrot in and out of her again.
She opened her mouth and he pushed it between her lips. It was so big in her mouth that she could hardly breathe. Soon, he was pumping in her mouth with the same rhythm as the carrot was going in and out of her bottom. He paused for a second and pulled the carrot out, poured more oil on her down there and then started to push something even bigger inside. She tried to say something, to make him stop, but her mouth was too full.
“Looks like you’re ready.” He pulled out of her mouth and climbed between her legs. He pumped the cucumber in and out a few more times while he watched closely. Then he pulled it out.
She felt a great relief for a moment.
That is until she felt his heat pressing into the place the cucumber had just vacated. He pushed all the way into her. Hovering over her, he thrust really deep and hard and fast and kept saying what a good girl she was and how he was gonna fill her up, which she thought he was already doing. Then she felt it, something hot and wet stinging her insides. He pumped and pumped it into her and said things like, shit and fuck and god damn as he gritted his teeth.
Helen was sore for several days afterwards, but she still walked by Jonny’s house every day after school hoping he would ask her inside again. For a few weeks all he did was wave, if that, but finally he stopped her again. This time he was with a couple of her classmates, whom she didn’t like. They were usually mean boys who always pushed her into the lockers or called her names, but that day they were acting really friendly. Jonny asked her if she wanted to come inside. He said his parents were gone and maybe they could even drink some beers out of the fridge.
Of course she said yes. The boys came in too, which disappointed her. She wanted to be alone with Jonny again. Jonny led them all to his room. She sat with the boys on the bed while he went and got the beers. The two boys made her feel uncomfortable, especially because they kept smiling at her and giggling. She smiled and giggled back, not knowing what else to do. It took Jonny a while and she wished he’d hurry back. When he returned he had the four beers, but also a grocery sack. They opened the beers and drank a little, with all three of them sitting on the bed. The beer didn’t taste very good, but she liked the funny way it started to make her feel. They boys kept telling her to drink up, so she did.
Jonny put his arm around her like she was his girlfriend. She liked that. He started kissing her and that was really nice. He began to put his hand up her shirt and she tired to stop him, because the other guys were there watching.
“Come on babe. I told the guys how awesome you are and they wanted to see for themselves. That’s ok isn’t it?” Jonny started unbuttoning her shirt.
“I don’t know Jonny.” She tried to button it back up.
“For me babe? For your Jonny?” He stood. As he continued to kiss her, he took her shirt off. Then he reached behind her and unhooked her bra with one hand.
She tried to cover herself.
“You’re beautiful babe, let the boys see.” He pulled her hands down and placed them on the bed beside her. He kissed her again and laid her back onto the bed. He pulled her skirt and her panties off. “Spread your legs for us baby.” He pushed them wide open. “The boys want to see all those cool things you did for me last time.” He reached into the sack and started pulling out cooking oil and other things from the fridge. “You guys grab a leg and get a good view.”
Each of the boys took a seat on either side of her. They started pulling her legs open wider and peering in between her thighs. She felt really shy and she started to blush, but Jonny told her she was so pretty down there and the boys smiled toothy grins and agreed.
“We’re gonna start with the carrot again, but this time babe your also gonna let boy these guys put their dicks in you. In your pussy and your ass. You’ll be popping their cherries.” Jonny pushed the carrot into her pussy.
It didn’t hurt nearly as much as last time. As he moved the carrot in and out, he started to tickle her bottom with his fingers and then slipped a finger in. She moaned.
“See boys, she likes it. Why don’t one of you climb on. You ready baby?” He pulled the carrot out and moved out of the way so the brunette could slide between her legs.
He easily pushed into her. He wasn’t much bigger than the carrot. Jonny made him stop pretty soon, saying something about not wanting him to blow his load too fast, and then the redheaded boy got on. She hardly felt him slide in. He tired to kiss her with his cold wet tongue. It made her feel sick. Jonny pulled him off too.
The boys begged to see him put a hotdog in her, so he did for a couple of minutes and then he pushed the cucumber into her. He showed the boys how to rub her down there, while he drove the cucumber in and out of her. When they rubbed it made her feel like she was gonna pee and then she let out a scream, but not because it hurt.
Jonny put himself in her pussy for a little while, longer than he let the other boys. After that he tried to put his hand inside of her. Jonny’s hand was too big, but with a lot of oil the redhead actually slipped his whole fist inside of her. It hurt so much, but Jonny held her and kissed her and told her she was such a brave girl.
Jonny pulled her legs open real wide and the redhead pulled his hand out and jammed it back in a few more times while Jonny and the other boy watched. Then Jonny turned her over and pulled her legs off the bed, so that she was bent over the edge. She couldn’t see what they were doing then, but she felt more oil dripping down the crack of her bottom.
Chapter 2: The Intern
When Sarah woke up someone was licking her nipples.
She sighed and stretched before opening her eyes. Her roommate Ashley was looking up at her, slowly running her tongue around the hardening pink nub. “Morning roomie.”
“Mmm, morning.” Sarah gasped as Ashley bit lightly at her skin. “This is a lot better than my alarm.”
It had been a week since Ashley had invited Sarah to the party that had changed her life. What she had thought was an innocent day on a yacht turned out to be an orgy. Sarah had been shocked and confused at first, but with some gentle encouragement from Ashley she had embraced a side of herself that she didn’t know existed. She fucked more people on that yacht than she had even thought about sleeping with in her entire life. Men and women, which was something she hadn’t known she was even interested in. Sarah had found out that she loved it, loved all of it. She loved having a cock in her mouth and her pussy at the same time. She loved it when her ass was licked. She loved the taste of pussy. She loved fisting her roommate and getting fisted in return. It was the most amazing and eye opening experience of her entire life.
Over the last week she felt like her whole body had become electrified. Like every sense had expanded. She was constantly horny. Work became an ordeal to be endured until she could go home, strip, and wait for Ashley to get back from her own job. When Ash finally did return they would fuck, a long and intense experience which would leave both of them exhausted and soaked with sweat. It had become their routine.
The morning wake up was another part of the routine. They had quickly discovered that they preferred to sleep in separate beds. Neither of them slept well with another person cuddled up against them. But on the first morning after they slept apart Sarah had woken up so desperately horny that she had been compelled to walk to Ashley’s room and dive face first into her pussy. The next day Ashley had returned the favor by tonguing Sarah’s asshole.
Ashley grinned up at Sarah, her olive skin and black hair contrasting against Sarah’s pale form. “You woke me up so nicely yesterday. Four fingers in my pussy and two in my ass. What more could I ask for?”
Sarah moaned as Ashley’s fingers found her dampening pussy. “You took so long to wake up. I felt like I had to do something drastic.” She gasped again as Ashley began to gently rub her clit. “Oh God.”
Ashley began to kiss her way down Sarah’s body, little licks bringing her to full wakefulness. She moaned as Ashley slid two fingers into her already sopping pussy. She began to push her hips up, hoping to take more of her roommate inside. Ashley obliged her, slipping a third finger in before lightly pressing her tongue against her friend’s clit. The sheer wetness of Sarah’s pussy always delighted Ashley, and she wasn’t disappointed now as her fingers began to draw out Sarah’s juices. They were slick and wet as she pulled them out and Sarah’s pussy made lewd squishing noises as she pushed them back in. Sarah moaned and pulled at her nipples as her orgasm swelled within her. She reached down and grabbed Ashley by the hair, holding her in place as she ground her pussy against her roommate’s face and hand.
Her first orgasm of the day came quickly. It swept through her body and she let out a long, shuddering moan. Ashley smiled up at her and continued to lap up her juices.
Sarah took a couple of seconds to recover, and then reached down a pulled Ashley up by her hair. “Your turn, get that pussy up here.”
Ashley stood, and then settled her dripping cunt over Sarah’s face. She reached down and began to tug on her roommate’s puffy pink nipples. Sarah’s tongue swept across Ashley’s lips and then probed deep into her pussy. Her thumb began to massage the tight pucker of Ashley’s ass.
“Mmm, yeah baby. Fuck my ass while you lick my pussy,” Ashley whimpered.
Sarah eased her thumb into the tight ring. Ashley’s moans increased as she began to thrust the digit in and out. Sarah sucked on her roommate’s slick inner lips, tasting her nectar. Her tongue spiraled around the hard nub of Ashley’s clit. Ashley groaned, and came, her thighs clamping down on Sarah’s head.
They cuddled for a few minutes, and then Sarah looked over at the clock.
“Shit,” she sighed. “I have to get ready and go to work.”
“Are you sure?” Ashley lightly ran one of her fingers over Sarah’s nipple. “I can think of a few more productive things we could be doing.”
“I wish. But unless you’re willing to pay me to lick your pussy, I gotta go.” Sarah got up, and began making her way to the bathroom. “Besides, you have to work too. You can’t spend all day here.”
Ashley stretched, catlike. “I don’t have to leave for hours. I can spend all that time here, having fun with myself.
Sarah rolled her eyes and headed into the shower.
When she came back into the room Ashley was still there, looking like she was about to fall back asleep. She gave Sarah a lazy smile and began to draw slow circles around her clit with a finger. “Are you sure you don’t want to play some more?”
Sarah grinned over at her roommate, but started pulling on her clothes. “Believe me, I do. But I have to go in to work today. I think I might have to fire my intern.”
Ashley frowned and stopped teasing herself. “Why? Is she still giving you trouble?”
“Yeah. I think she thought she would be saving the world. The realization that the job is mostly paperwork has killed her motivation.”
Sarah worked in a small non-profit, one that tried to bring food and clean water to third world countries. As investor relations coordinator her job was primarily to solicit money from large corporations that were trying to prove to the world that they had charitable interests. It was an interesting place to work, and Sarah enjoyed working in an environment where people were actively trying to make the world a better place. The only bad part about it was her intern, Veronica. She was in the process of getting a degree in international relations from an Ivy League school and it was very obvious that she believed that her education should give her special status. She certainly acted as though the standard administrative duties that went along with an internship were below her. Sarah felt bad about damaging her future prospects, but she had given Veronica enough warnings. By this point the girl was actually making Sarah’s job harder.
“That’s too bad. I know you don’t like doing that sort of thing.” Ashley thought for a second, and then her face lit up with a wicked grin. “You could always fuck her.”
Sarah laughed. “I can’t do that.”
“Why not? Isn’t she hot?”
“She’s pretty in a blonde, blue eyed cheerleader sort of way. If that’s your thing.”
Ashley licked her lips. “Oh, it is. So why can’t you fuck her?”
“Because fucking interns is frowned upon where I work. Unlike some people I know.”
“Hey!” Ashley’s voice was full of mock indignation. “That’s only happened four or five times. And besides, I fucked customers, not staff members.”
Ashley was a manager at a luxury hotel. One that was popular with the rich and famous. The celebrities that stayed there were not immune to her beauty. She’d spent time in the beds of rock stars, actors, and even one well known politician. It didn’t happen often, but she indulged herself every now and then.
“All I know is that the thought of your tongue would definitely motivate me,” Ashley said. “Maybe it’ll work for her.”
Ashley’s words were still in Sarah’s mind when she got to work. And they were especially prominent when Veronica finally showed up forty-five minutes late. It wasn’t as though Sarah had never noticed the girl before. She was very pretty. But some sense of workplace decorum had stopped Sarah from ever considering her in a sexual way. Now it was all she could think about.
Veronica was every bit the cheerleader that Sarah had described. She had shoulder length blonde hair that she wore loose, and cornflower blue eyes. Full, perky breasts that were barely contained by a thin white blouse. Her long, muscled legs disappeared into a tight, thigh length blue skirt. Sarah’s eyes glided over her features, mentally undressing her. She began to imagine how Veronica must look under her clothes, how they would look pressed up against each other. Sarah’s face flushed, and she felt her pussy dampen.
Work was harder than normal. Sarah was constantly distracted by Veronica’s presence. Jobs that should have taken her a short amount of time now took hours. It didn’t help that Veronica obviously had little interest in doing anything assigned to her. By the end of the day it was clear that they would have to stay late just to finish all of their tasks.
Veronica was unhappy with that decision. “I had plans tonight,” she complained. “I really can’t stay that late.”
“Look, Veronica. We have a bunch of stuff that needs to get done before we can go home,” Sarah said, without sympathy. “It shouldn’t take too long. Let’s move everything to the conference room, we can sit together and work on these proposals. We should be out of here in an hour.”
Of course, it took much longer than that. Veronica was clearly unhappy about having to work late. And she expressed it by doing as little as possible to help Sarah. Every piece of paper work that took too long and every quite sigh that came out of Veronica’s mouth only increased Sarah’s frustration. She was on the verge of screaming at her intern multiple times. She finally had to find an excuse to leave the room so she wouldn’t explode. She went back to her cubicle to get some more folders, and took a couple of long breaths.
When she got back to the conference room Veronica was checking Facebook on her phone. And that was enough. Something inside of her snapped.
“God damn it Veronica!” She moved right up to where the girl was sitting. “Why do you have to make this shit so hard? This is not a tough job! And I’ve tried to help you.” Sarah sighed. “Do you know how many times I wanted to fire you today?”
“No?” Veronica said in a quiet voice. Her eyes had gotten huge, and she sounded like she was close to tears.
“You’re smart, and I know you can do this job,” Sarah said more calmly. “But I need you to work with me. Ok?”
Veronica swallowed, and nodded. “Ok. I’m sorry.”
There was something between them now. Sarah’s skin was hot, and she could feel the blood rush to her cheeks and nipples. Veronica was obviously felling it too. Her face was flushed and she gently bit her lip as she looked into Sarah’s eyes. Her nipples were pushing through the thin material of her blouse and the hard nubs were clearly evident. Sarah was aware of something new in her mind. There was a slick, tense feeling in her muscles that she had never experienced before. She stared down at Veronica for a long moment, licked her lips, and then turned back to her chair.
Things went much faster after that. They didn’t talk much, but they would look over at each other constantly. When their eyes met tension crackled in the air. Soon enough, all the paperwork was complete. Veronica picked up a pile of folders and went to return them to the file cabinet. And then she tripped. Folders and paper went spilling to the floor.
Veronica looked down at the pile of fallen papers, and then she looked over at Sarah with a small smile on her face. “Oops,” she said. Veronica bent at the waist, her skirt pulled tight against her ass, and began slowly reorganizing. Sarah was transfixed. The girl’s ass was framed perfectly, and her thong panties were clearly outlined through the fabric. Sarah had been thinking about that ass all day, and now it was right in front of her. Her heartbeat quickened, and her pussy juices began to flow.
Veronica finished picking up the files, but remained bent over. She looked back at Sarah, a deep blush on her cheeks, and licked her lips. She quickly looked away, and slowly shifted her hips.
Sarah was stunned. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she muttered under her breath. “Ashley’s never gonna let me hear the end of this.” She stood and walked over to where Veronica was bent over.
Sarah stopped behind her, thinking for a second on what she should do. And then she brought her hand down on the girl’s ass with a sharp crack. They both moaned, though Veronica’s was half yelp. Sarah let out a long, shuddering groan. It felt like a bolt of pleasure had gone from her hand and straight to her pussy. Her cunt gushed, and her panties were instantly soaked. She could feel trickles of juice running down her thighs.
Sarah wound up and spanked Veronica again. “Do you know how much trouble you’ve caused me?” She brought her hand down on the girl’s ass again. “How hard it’s been to work with you?”
“No,” the girl moaned. “No. I didn’t know.” There was a desperate note in Veronica’s voice.
Sarah grabbed her ass and squeezed, hard. “Well it’s been hard. You are a huge pain in the ass.”
“I’m sorry.” Veronica’s breath was coming in ragged gulps now.
“You’re sorry what?” Sarah punctuated her question with another slap.
“I’m sorry… ma’am?”
“You’re fucking right, intern. Now stand up.”
Sarah grabbed her by the back of the neck and kissed her. Her other hand found one of Veronica’s breasts and she roughly massaged the firm mound. Veronica moaned into Sarah’s mouth and returned her kiss with a frantic intensity. Their tongues met and pushed against each other.
Sarah broke the kiss and pushed Veronica down face first onto the conference table. “You have been worthless since you started working here.” She reached down and unzipped Veronica’s skirt. “You made my life so much harder. And now you’re going to make up for it.” She dragged the skirt to the ground. Veronica’s pink panties were soaked through, a dark wet spot over her mound broadcasting her arousal. “Do you like this, intern? Am I turning you on?” Sarah slapped her ass again, leaving behind a bright red handprint.
“Oh! Yes! Yes ma’am!” One of Veronica’s hands was stretched out on the table in front of her, flexing and grasping at nothing. The other was underneath her, pinching and pulling at a nipple through the fabric of her blouse. “Please. More please.”
Veronica lifter her head and looked back at Sarah with pure desperation in her eyes. “Please, spank me more ma’am. I need it.”
Sarah gave the girl a feral grin. “Well, if you ask so nicely.” She rained blows down on Veronica’s ass. The flesh of her butt jiggled and turned red where it was touched. Veronica was moaning and writhing on the table. Her back arched every time Sarah’s hand touched her sensitive skin. Her breath was becoming ragged and hoarse. Thin trickles of pussy juice were running down her thighs.
“Oh god! Oh god! Oh god yes!” Veronica let out one more long, throaty moan and went limp against the table. She took sharp, gasping breaths as she struggled to recover. “Oh my god. I’ve always wanted… but I never had…” She looked back at Sarah again. “Thank you.”
Sarah knew what she meant. She had damn near climaxed herself. Her pussy was soaked, and there was a heavy, wet feeling in her gut that said she was close.
“You’re welcome, intern. But that was only the beginning. We have a long way to go before you make up for the last month.”
Veronica looked nervous, but nodded.
Sarah dragged Veronica’s sopping panties down to her knees. The girl’s lips were wet and glistening. Sarah reached out and dragged the tip of one finger up and down the length of her slit. “You have a very pretty pussy, Veronica. I bet all the boys at school would love to have a chance to fuck you. Do they know you like getting spanked?” Sarah slapped her ass again.
Veronica moaned. “No ma’am. I’ve never told anyone.” She pushed her ass back, trying to get more of Sarah’s finger inside of her.
Sarah grinned. “Is that what you want? Oh don’t worry intern. I’m going to fuck you.” She slid her finger deep into Veronica’s pussy. The girl let out a long, wordless groan. And then Sarah began fucking her in earnest. Her finger moved in and out, drawing out the girl’s juices. She brought her other hand up and began running her thumb around Veronica’s clit.
Veronica seemed to be in the middle of a continuous climax. She was moaning and shuddering, her limbs twitching almost uncontrollably. Her juices were flowing freely, running down her thighs and smearing onto Sarah’s hands. Sarah pushed a second finger into her slit. Wet, sloppy noises were coming from Veronica’s pussy. Sarah could feel every fold and contour of that tight wetness. She added a third finger, and then bent down and lightly bit the meat of Veronica’s ass.
This was too much for the intern. She screamed as her pussy rippled and flexed. Sarah marveled at how Veronica’s cunt felt like a hungry mouth, trying to devour her fingers. Eventually the girl stilled, moving only to suck in heaving breaths. Sarah slowly extracted her fingers and brought them up to her mouth, savoring the taste of Veronica’s nectar.
Sarah let her rest for a moment and stepped back, unzipping her own skirt and letting it drop to the floor. She slowly removed her blouse and bra, taking the time to gently pinch and tug at her nipples. She slapped Veronica on the ass, lightly this time. “Alright, intern. Turn over. I want to get a taste of the rest of you.”
Veronica pushed herself up on one elbow. Her eyes got huge as she looked back at Sarah’s body, clad only in heels and a soaked thong. “What now?”
Sarah smiled as she gazed at Veronica’s naked flesh. Her pussy, thighs, and ass were shiny with nectar. Her blouse was stuck to her back with sweat. And her hair was pasted to her head. “Now? Now I lick that sweet pussy. Roll over,” Sarah said, her voice insistent and commanding.
Veronica rolled onto her back, and she began fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. Soon she was topless, her hands moving up to massage her high firm C cups. Sarah simply grinned, and leaned in to flick her tongue across one of Veronica’s small, hard nipples. The girl moaned and arched her back, trying to press as much of her breast into Sarah’s mouth as possible. Sarah sucked and nibbled on her offered flesh, switching between each nipple. And then she slowly made her way south.
Veronica’s pussy was perfect. Her thick outer lips resembled a cleft peach. There was not a trace of hair on them. Sarah used two fingers to spread her open, revealing her wet, pink core. Her prominent clit was already protruding from its hood, and Sarah focused her first assault there. Her tongue reached out and began to swirl around the sensitive bud.
Veronica couldn’t handle such intense pressure for very long. And two of Sarah’s fingers in her pussy helped speed her along. Her orgasm came on like a lightning bolt. Sarah kept her mouth latched to the girl’s cunt through her climax and immediately set to work on getting her off again. Her tongue probed, her lips sucked. A mix of Veronica’s nectar and her own saliva was running down her chin. Veronica was moaning and writhing, her hands busy massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples. Sarah sucked directly on her clit and pushed three fingers in to press against the girl’s g spot. The thumb of her free hand came up and began to run small circles around Veronica’s asshole.
Veronica came. And then came again. Her moaning only subsided when Sarah put her fingers in Veronica’s open mouth, letting the girl taste he own nectar. She sucked on Sarah’s fingers with a desperate hunger. They shared a long, quiet moment where they gently kissed, their fingers tracing patterns on each other’s skin.
Sarah was the first to break the silence. “That was pretty good, huh?” Veronica could only nod. “Now it’s my turn,” Sarah said with a grin.
Peter and the guys did a weekly poker/guys night. Each week they would alternate at whose place it was held. This particular week it was Peter’s turn to host. Unfortunately Peter had to head out of town on short notice for work.
“Lois, can you host the guys for poker night here at the house? Just set up the food and stuff and they’ll do their own thing.”
“Sure Peter, I’ll look after the guys.”
So Peter went out of town and poker night came around. The guys Joe, Quagmire, Cleveland, Mort, and Brian (the Griffins long term house guest and good friend) showed up around 7 pm. They rang the door bell and Lois answered in a few minutes.
“Hello guys. The table is set up here in the living room. You have snacks and beer set up on the kitchen counter for you to take as you need. Don’t worry about the kids there both out for the night at their friends. I’ll be around if you need me just give me a shout.”
What the guys didn’t notice was that Lois locked the door behind them.
Lois went upstairs and the guys grabbed some snacks and beer then sat down to play a few hands.
About an hour or so into the game night when the guys had gotten fairly relaxed they heard Lois come down form upstairs. No one was paying much attention really at the onset until Brian looked up from his hand.
“Lois what’s with the long trench coat, you going out?”
“Not quite boys.”
Lois walked over to a spot to where everyone could see her and throw of the coat. Everyone stopped dead. Some of the guys dropped their cards. Some of the guys dropped their beers. Everyone’s jaws dropped.
Lois was standing there in a sultry come fuck me schoolgirl outfit. Hot and ready to go from top to bottom. As the guys took in the full scene they were mesmerized like deer caught in headlights. She had on a pair of black Mary Jane’s. Her legs were gloved in a set of white thigh high stockings topped each with a little bow. They really showed off her hot legs. Up from the stocking tops she teased with a little bit of exposed thigh till her pleated little skirt. The skirt was dam short but just long enough to cover her pussy. As their eyes continued upward they were greeted with her smooth flat mid drift sporting a belly button piercing and a transparent whitish shirt tied just below her breasts which were straining against the shirt, nipples hard and ready to go. The outfit was topped off with a little school tie as garnish and her hair in pigtails.
After giving the boys a few moments to take it all in Lois reached down and flipped up the front of her skirt showing off her glorious shaved pussy that was obviously a little moist and read for fucking.
“So boys who want to Fuck?!”
No one moved as they couldn’t quite believe what had just and was now happening.
“Looks like I’m going to have to give you guys a kick start.”
Lois dropped down to her hands and knees and slinked over to the nearest of the guys which happened to be Cleveland. Without a word she spread his legs and buried her face in his crotch. She nuzzled his quickly hardening cock and balls through his pants for a moment or two then reached up and started undoing his pants. Everyone else got up and moved around the table to get a better view of what was going on. Lois deftly undid his pants and had his now fully hard cock out in a matter of moments. Cleveland’s cock had to be 8 inches but Lois only smiled then went right to work on it. She gave it a little kiss then wrapped her lovely red lips around the head and started to gently suck just the head while teasing his balls. Lightly brushing and caressing them with the tips of her finger nails. Cleveland was lost in the moment as soon as his cock went into Lois’s mouth.
“Suck it baby, suck my big black dick.”
This broke the spell for everyone else and they started to get there pants off. Quagmire made his move first and got down behind Lois. He pushed up her skirt and started fingering her pussy.
“God Lois you’re nice and wet.”
He then got down and started to eat out her pussy. While he went to town Brian reached down and opened up Lois shirt and got a nice handful of her tits. Everyone else got a hand full of Lois tits when they could and enjoyed the feel of the rest of her body as well.
By this point Lois was fully involved in blowing Cleveland. Taking his cock down here throat as far as she could at the same time moaning as Quagmire’s tongue teased her pussy. When Cleveland started building up to his finale he took Lois’s head with both hands and stood up making sure to keep her head on his cock then he started to pump her mouth. After a little while of face fucking her he pushed her head down all the way bury his dick to the hilt in her mouth and throat and blew his load. Lois chocked a little but did her best to take it all. Spent, Cleveland pulled out and fell back into his chair while Lois went down on her elbows gasping for breath. Quagmire took this as a good time to stop eating out Lois’s pussy and move on to the main course. He got up and positioned his dick right at Lois’s well lubed pussy. Without any preamble he went right on in all the way to the hilt. Lois came right on up with s shriek of delight and Quagmire reached over for a quick feel of her tits.
With Lois now back up on all fours and her mouth free Mort moved up and slid his dick into her mouth for his turn. He may not have had Cleveland’s size but he was hard and ready to go and wasted no time on foreplay instead taking her by the back of the head and getting right to it. Lois didn’t miss a beat. Quagmire was fucking Lois hard but it didn’t take long for him and Mort to get her into a good rhythm that worked for both of them. As they pumped her Brian came up next to Mort jerking off waiting for a break in the action. Not long into the action Quagmire took Lois by the hips and gave her one long hard last trust into her pussy as he came. Only moments later Mort started to blow his load. He let the first couple of spurts down her throat then pulled out and blew the rest of it on her face and just as he finished Brian grabbed her by the hair turning her head towards him and while jerking off added his load to the one that she just got sprayed with.
After Quagmire pulled out Brian gave Lois a minute or two to catch her breath.
“Come on over to the couch baby I’m going to bend you over the armrest and take your ass.”
Without a word Lois got up walked over to the couch discarding her blouse with its little tie along the way and bent over the armrest with her tits hanging teasingly over onto the couch and her ass up in the air. Then she spread her legs, flipped up her skirt, and waited. Brian still jerking himself off spit on his cock once or twice then walked up behind her. He gave her ass a couple of slaps causing Lois to bite her lip in respond. Brian then positioned his dick at her asshole and slowly started to work his cock in.
“God you’re tight.”
Lois was to distracted taking his dick up her ass to respond. After Brian had worked himself in almost all the way he started to slowly pump her. He wanted to make this last and enjoy it as long as he could. Everyone else sat back and enjoyed the show.
Brian fucked her ass for a while but couldn’t hold out forever and blew a huge load up into her. When he was done he waited a few moments before pulling out just enjoying the moment. After he pulled out there was a trickle of cum leaking out of her asshole and running down her leg. Lois stayed there bent over the couch armrest for a couple of minute regaining her composure. None of the guys moved in for seconds though since they all had had a go but Joe. Once Lois had her senses about her again she stood back up, looked around the room, and smiled.
“I think it’s time for Joe to have a turn.”
Lois slowly strutted over to Joe in his wheelchair along the way sliding out of her skirt. In just her stockings and Mary Jane’s she got down on her knees in front of Joe. She gave his dick a little kiss and a couple of small teasing sucks then put it between her tits and started giving him a tit job. Once he was good and hard she nibbled on his dick a couple of more times then she stood up turned. She reached back spreading her ass and slowly sat back sliding down onto his hard dick. Lois worked Joe’s dick slowly and deliberately for some time using the arms of the wheelchair as support. When Joe started to blow she sat down into his lap letting him slid his dick into her pussy to the hilt, putting her over the edge as well. She rocked her ass back and forth enjoying the feeling of his dick as he came and twitched in her. She was in heaven biting her lip as she came in time with Joe trying to hold on to the moment.
For the next hour or so they fucked Lois over and over till everyone was fairly spent, even Lois.
“All right boys it time to call it a night. I need to get some rest and Peter will be here in the morning so please clean up before you leave and make sure to lock the door on your way out. Now before I head upstairs how about you all come over here and give me a cum bath.”
With that Lois got down on her knees in the middle of the room squeezing her tits and licking her lips. Everyone circled around and jerked off till they blew adding a fresh layer of cum to what she already had in her hair, on her face, tits, and everywhere else. When they were done Lois took each one into her mouth and licked them clean in turn. When she finished she got up, collected the discarded bits of her outfit and headed upstairs for a shower and some sleep. Her great ass swaying seductively as she went.
The guys found there pants and put both themselves and the room back together. Cleaning up as best they could so it looked like the only thing that happened there was some poker. No reason Peter needed to know.
The guys all left and headed down to the bar for a few beer and to figure out when the next time Peter might be away so they could have another poker night hosted by Lois.
This a true story of secrecy, sexual exploration, and obsession.
This story took place during my senior year in high school 2011. Trying to be popular in high school was an everyday job. With a rather small class it was hard to impress the very few attractive women in my grade. Playing sports was the main opportunity to attract some attention. What girl doesn’t like a muscular boy who is good at sports? The problem was I wasn’t very muscular and I wasn’t as good at sports as some other boys in my class. I attracted a few girls attention but none that I was interested in.
Life in high school was different for me than it is for most people. Even though I love high school and made some great friends, there was a certain kind of pressure to try and act cool. I would say I acted different in high school than I did at home. For instance most conversations consisted of sex and women. Whether they were women in our class or just hot women we knew or had seen.
In a class with only 85 students I had about four girls that were hot. Only one had a boyfriend and she was the hottest. Most of my friends had lost their virginity by senior year and I felt the pressure to do the same since I was 19 and most of my friends were 18. I often lied about my virginity when people asked me because I didn’t want to be made fun of. I felt somewhat pathetic masturbating at home when I should be with my girlfriend having fun. Problem was I didn’t have a girlfriend.
With the chances of dating one of the few attractive girls in my grade looking slim, I turned to girls in the grade below me. As I went through puberty my sexual attractions changed often. When it came to masturbation material I found new exciting things weekly. My first attraction was younger girls meaning girls in my grade. As I became more nervous about losing my virginity I became interested in older women. I call them Milfs but any way you call them I was attracted to Moms. Something about an experienced older woman with a big set of breasts really turned me on.
My attraction for Milfs still remains but now I was becoming interested in chubby women. Not just older chubby women but women my age who are chubby. In my opinion fat and chubby are two different things. Fat is too big and chubby is slightly overweight but still attractive. In high school most boys tried to avoid those girls and were often overlooked because of their size. As I realized this I found a loophole in the system that I could capitalize on.
One day at lunch I spotted my target. Looking back I wouldn’t call her a target but that’s how I felt at the time. Her name was Rachael. She was an 18 year old junior who was very beautiful. At about 5 foot 5 she was gorgeous. She had very big breasts for her age and had a great ass. Her only flaw was that she was chubby, borderline fat but still attractive in my eyes. As to my knowledge she has never had a boyfriend but it is a very nice girl.
I knew I must pursue Rachael in secrecy because I knew my friends would tear me apart with the jokes. I couldn’t talk to Rachael at school so I would often pursue her after volleyball games. No one in my grade was interested in watching junior varsity volleyball games so I knew it would be safe. After the games I would often talk with her about the game and about school. I was very good at talking to girls and before you knew it we were becoming good friends.
One day after one of her volleyball games we were casually talking and she asked me if I wanted to exchange cell phone numbers. I agreed and our conversations continued long into the evenings. I knew my chances of being discovered by my friends grew so I made up a lie to tell her that we couldn’t talk during school hours. I think I told her coaches didn’t want us to have girlfriends and she fell for it.
As our relationship grew I could tell she was becoming very attracted to me. Our conversations gradually became more sexual. As we explored each other’s sexual experiences I was shocked to find out she has had sex before. I was even more surprised to hear she had sex with a boy in my grade. He was a real loser. A not very intelligent, overweight kid who thought he was a bad ass because he smoked and hung out with the wrong crowd. I was very curious about their sexual encounter and found out he had a small penis. I found that very funny.
We often played truth or dare over the phone. She would often ask how big my penis was but I would try to change the subject to make her anxious and horny. Truth is I had no idea if my dick was big or not. My penis is 6.5 inches erect and I figured it was somewhat big but wasn’t sure since I haven’t seen other boys erections in the showers. I lead her on to believe I’ve received a blowjob but really haven’t. I would proceed to ask her if she would spit or swallow after a blowjob. To my surprise she said swallow. I became very aroused during our conversations and I would often masturbate during them.
Our ambition grew and one day I dared her to send my pictures of her naked body. She was hesitant at first but I told her I would send a picture of me naked in return. She gave in and agreed to try sexting. The first picture I received was of her big boobs. They were quite large and sagged slightly. Her nipples were quite big as well. My interest in chubby women grew from that picture. I loved large boobs and hers were amazing. I wanted nothing more than to squeeze them right then and there. I persuaded her to send more and she continued. The next one was a close up of her vagina. I’ve only seen pictures of vaginas on the internet so didn’t know much about them but hers was very attractive. It looked very tight and had a slight pinkish color too it. It appeared she hadn’t shaved for a while but that turned me on even more.
After she sent two pictures of herself she wanted one from me. I became very nervous and tried to find a way out if it. I apologized and said I had to go eat but would do it another time. The next day at school I stared at her the whole time during lunch fantasizing about her body. I felt somewhat awkward when we made eye contact when she quickly looked away.
Later that night I started off by texting her first. We continued with small talk then I asked her if she could send me a picture of her ass. She agreed but only if I would send her a picture right after. I sucked up my fear and said ok. The picture I arrived and instant erection. She was wearing a very sexy pink thong that sank deep into her ass crack. Her large ass was amazing, perfect shape, perfect size. She was bent over slightly so I could see her beautiful mound between her thick, sexy thighs. I often wondered if I fucked her in the ass, if my dick could reach to her ass hole.
I now knew it was my turn to send a picture. She wanted one of a bare skin erection. I didn’t want to send a bare skin picture in case she showed it to other people. In a way I wanted her to show other people but I was still nervous. I was still wearing my compression shorts so I decided I would take a picture while wearing those. Compression shorts are pretty much very tight underwear. Very easy to see the outline of a penis. I got a semi hard on which was basically an erection that could face downward between by legs. The picture turned out great. My penis was easily visible and it still looked big. I sent it and waited for a response.
“HOLY CRAP THAT’S HUGE”, was the reply I received. I laughed and replied “what do you think”?
“That is one big penis, very sexy”
I was very flattered to hear that. Now I knew that my penis was big. A girl with sexual experience said I had a big penis. I now wanted to fuck this girl more than anything in the world.
Immediately after sending the picture I asked her if she wanted to hang out this weekend. My parents were going to football game with their friends and would gone Saturday and Sunday. My original plan was to have a bunch of friends over to drink and watch the game but have Rachael come over sounded a lot better.
“I would love to come over”, she replied and I was thrilled.
We talked about the coming weekend all week. She decided she would just stay overnight and tell her parents she was having a slumber party with the volleyball team. We planned out everything we would do. We decided we should go shopping, then a movie, and have a pizza and chill out on the couch later that night. As the weekend drew closer my nervousness grew. I knew the chance of sexual activity was high was I was also excited.
My parents left for the game Saturday morning and said they would be back Sunday evening. I waved goodbye and then gave Rachael a call. She got dropped off at her friend’s house two blocks away and I went to go pick her up in my truck. She looked very sexy walking down the sidewalk towards my truck. She wore a tight Hollister t-shirt that made her boobs look huge. They bounced slightly and gently as she walked. I had an erection before the date even started. She completed the ensemble with a nice pair of khaki shorts and sandals.
We talked all the way to the mall and proceeded to shop for about two hours. As we walked around the mall we walked by Victoria Secret, this gave me a good idea. When Rachael went to the bathroom, I ran over to Victoria Secret and picked out a very sexy pair of leopard matching bra and panties. I hid them in my other bag so she wouldn’t notice. After shopping we walked over to the movie theatre next door. We saw Bridesmaids which was very funny.
After the movie we drove back to my place and I popped a pizza in the oven and made us a few cocktails. My parents weren’t strict about drinking as long as no one drove afterwards. We ate our pizza and I slipped out of the jeans and put on a comfortable pair of gym shorts. I then proceeded to the couch to lie down.
“May I”, she asked as she snuggled up in front of me on the couch. We were now spooning on my couch watching TV. With my head slightly above hers, her ass was directly in front of my crotch. She was trying to get more comfortable and started getting closer to me. She wiggled her ass back and was in direct contact with my penis. My gym shorts had to restrain on my penis so it was snuggled right between her ass. I tried to keep calm and not get an erection because she would defiantly able to feel it but she could probably feel it already.
“Are you comfortable? I’m not squishing you with my huge ass”?
“It’s perfect”, I said in a very smooth way.
Rachael then sat up and pulled me up towards her. She stared into my eyes and moved her lips closer to mine. We passionately made out with each other from what seemed like an hour. Our kissing became very intense. She started sticking her tongue into my mouth I did the same to her. We explored every inch of each other’s tongues. I had now developed a massive erection and my shorts did not hide it very well. We took a brief break from kissing and Rachael looked down and noticed the massive tent in my shorts.
“Oh my, someone’s getting excited.”
“Ha sorry about that, you’re just so gorgeous I can’t believe what’s happening.”
“Well it will only get better”, she said. I could only imagine what the rest of our night would be like.
I asked her if she wanted to go to my bedroom where we could get more comfortable. We walked hand-in-hand to my room and we lay down on my bed. We continued where we left off and started making out some more. My kissing was either getting better or we were getting hornier. She started to slide off my shirt exposing my chest and abs. she rubbed her hand from my neck to my waist and lightly touched the head of my penis. It twitched slightly and I almost came.
“Just relax”, she said.
I proceeded to slide off her shirt over her head exposing her bra and big boobs. I gently kissed her neck and worked my way down to her boobs. I didn’t want to rush things so I just grabbed her bra covered breast and kissed the top of it. I worked my way down her stomach and started to unbutton her shorts. The raised her hips as I slowly slid her shorts down revealing her baby blue thong. Thank god for porn films or I would be completely lost at this point.
To increase her excitement I placed my mouth on her thong directly over her vagina and blew hot air onto her. This drove her wild and she began moaning and wiggling around on the bed. She put her hands on my head and pushed down on it burying my head deeper in between her legs. I could barely breathe at this point and I had to come up for air.
Now it was her turn to undress me. We switched positions and she began untying my shorts string. She jumped off the bed and I lifted my legs so she could slide down shorts off. Next came my boxers, my erection was now pointing straight up and she grabbed my waistband and slowly slid them down revealing the head of my penis first. She was smiling the whole time while biting her lower lip. I was in complete shock. Before I knew it, she threw my boxers on the ground.
She was getting ready to take off her bra and panties when I told her I had a present for her. I got off the bed and went to get the bag from when we went shopping. I brought the Victoria secret bag into my room. I handed her the bag and told her to go change. She went into the bathroom across the hall and soon came back into my room. She walked in the room in the sexy bra and panties I bought her and she leaned up against the door frame in a very sexy pose.
“You look amazing, now get that hot ass over here”, I said.
She ran and jumped on the bed straddling me like I was a horse. It felt like being tackled by a linebacker but I loved it. My penis was now pinned between me and her vagina. I could feel the heat coming off of it. We made out for a few more minutes then she started to take off her bra. She unstrapped it and held her arms across her chest covering her boobs. She lowered her hands and I immediately leaned up and sucked on her nipple. It was so sweet and tender. Her large nipple barely fit in my mouth. I cupped her other breast in my hand and caressed in gently exploring the shape and feel of it.
She the then slid farther down and grabbed my penis in her hand. Her hand was warm and was a great sensation on my erect penis. She gently explored my stiff penis. She then spit on her hand and began rubbing the saliva the length of my cock. She pumped slowly at first and began increasing her pace. She worked her hand in a twisting motion all the way up to the head which was very sensitive. I did my best to not blow my warm, sticky load.
As she worked my length in one hand, she cupped my balls in the other. Working them like she was a nurse giving a physical. She must have been able to tell when I was going to cum because right before I blew she stopped and told me to switch spots with her. She lie on her back and spread her legs. I slid off her panties and stared at her pussy. She had shaved recently leaving a small patch of hair just above her vagina. I began by wetting my fingers with spit and rubbed my fingers up and down her slit. She moaned softly and gripped the bed sheets.
I then began exploring her crevice with my tongue. This was my first time eating out a girl so I took it slow. I worked her slit like I was licking a sucker. I must have been doing something right because she was moaning louder now. I kept working her with my tongue, trying to go deeper into her. I then tried inserting my index finger while working my tongue so see what kind of reaction I would get. I must have hit the sweet spot because she was screaming now and saying she was cumming. Her hips started bucking and small amount of fluid came out of her vagina. I licked it up and the taste was amazing.
“That was incredible; I’ve never had an orgasm that intense.”
Rachael then moved & sat between my legs, she started stroking my dick with both her hands. She leaned in and licked the tip of my cock with her tongue. Her tongue sent shivers up my spine & I wanted more, a lot more. She then gave my cock a few more slow licks, covering the top with her saliva. Then she opened her mouth and took my cockhead in her mouth & closed her lips around it.
Watching her lips covering my hard cock was sooo hot! She moved her lips down taking half of me in her mouth, and then moved her lips up till just the head was inside. She kept repeating this very slowly covering my cock in her saliva.
I was feeling the warmth of her mouth & the underside of my cock was sliding on her tongue, giving me more pleasure. She increased her pace a little as her hand started caressing my balls again. I was looking down oversized babe, her eyes watching me & her hands working on balls. A few more licks & I came in her hot mouth. She wasn’t joking around about swallowing and kept on sucking my dick and gulped every drop down.
I was soon hard again then she came on top of me straddling me with her legs on each side of me & slowly lowered herself onto me inserting my cock in her hot pussy. My hands were caressing her thighs as she took my entire cock and sat on top of me with her eyes closed & her teeth biting her lower lip. She placed her hands on my chest and bent down to kiss me. She started to move her hips up & then down very slowly letting me feel her pussy wrapped around my dick. I grabbed her plump ass & started moving her up & down on my cock at a steady pace to assist in the pleasure.
“Hhhmmm… Unh! unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!..”
Noise was coming from her lips as well as mine on every thrust as I was enjoying the warmth of her wet pussy and she enjoyed my cock deep inside her. Between our moaning and feeling of her pussy, that really got me going. Now I wanted to really just pound her pussy like in the porn movies so I removed her from my cock.
I totally manhandled her which took all my strength and forced her to her hand and knees. She thoroughly enjoyed this. I positioned my penis behind her hole & pushed my dick inside her warmth. I grabbed onto her thick waist & started moving my cock inside her while pulling her hips towards me at the same time. Her ass cheeks were rippling with every hard thrust & the contact of my body with hers. There also was a loud slapping sound which I’m sure was a combination of my balls hitting her ass and her boobs bouncing like basketballs.
“Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!”
The coupled moans persisted.
I was desperately trying to give her a pleasure she would never forget. I picked up the pace one last time, filling her with my cock over and over again. At this point she was screaming very loudly. I had hoped the neighbors couldn’t hear but I didn’t have time to worry about that.
“I’m gonna cum!” She screamed. “Oh fuck you’re making me CUM! Keep fucking me… I’m nearly there…harder, harder, …OH YES! I’M CUM…CUMMING! YESSS!!!”
Almost immediately after her orgasm I was ready to do the same. I couldn’t hold off any longer and warned Rachael I was gonna blow. She was oblivious, basking in the aftermath of the best orgasm she ever received. I drove my cock into her and felt a stream of cum emptying from my balls into her pussy.
“Gimme all of it baby!”
My balls finally emptied and I pulled my soaking wet cock out of her pussy. I collapsed on the bed next to her, completely exhausted. Rachael rolled over alongside me and placed one leg over both of mine. A mixture of my cum and her juices oozed out of her pussy and onto my leg. She wrapped her hands around me and kissed me on the cheek.
“That was incredible.” She said.
We lay in the position for some time, just resting and looking up at the ceiling. It had been about 30 minutes when she began to reposition herself to get more comfortable. She then placed her left hand directly onto my crotch. I was flaccid at this point but the touch of her warm, soft hand made my penis twitch with new life.