Chapter One: Death, Love and the beginning of it all

The relationship between Lewis and his father had been a strong one, so the news that his father’s troop had been attacked by bandits was not welcome. He had just arrived at the healer’s home after he received a message telling him. The room was small, but comfortably furnished and there was a certain air of death about the place. There was one other person in the room, the healer’s daughter Lola. He looked over at her, “How is he?” He asked, worry clear in his voice.

“He was stabbed badly in the chest. I’m sorry Lewis but there is nothing my father can do for him,” was the sad reply.

Lewis fought to keep back the tears that were welling in his eyes and asked, “can I go and see him?”

“Yes, of course you can.”

He hurried through a door that Lola had opened. The room was dominated by a bed and in that bed was his father. He was a highly trained soldier; strong, powerful and resilient. However now, for the first time he was physically weak. His skin was very pale, like a ghost and he struggled a half smile when he saw Lewis enter the room. On a chair next to him the healer sat. He was a middle aged man skilled in the magical arts of healing and he stood as Lewis entered and offered him his chair. He then left the room.

Lewis sucked up his tears; his father could not see him cry, before sitting down next to him and taking his hand in his own. It felt very cold and Lewis tried to rub some warmth into it. But the only parts of his father that still carried any warmth were his eyes. They seemed content even in this dark hour. Lewis spoke to his father briefly before he died. He had told him how proud he was of Lewis’ training, how proud he was of the way he had grown up and how proud he was of Lewis. He also told Lewis about his mother. It was one thing he had never told him, one great secret that only the passing into death could yield.

“Lewis, it is time that you found out about your birth. Go and find your mother in the Marigatan forest. Her name is Selena. There is much she must tell you,” said Lewis’ father.

Lewis was left to soak in the words and watched as his father coughed twice, then passed into the embrace of death. He was gone. There was no more strength in Lewis’ life, no more happiness and no more guidance. He had been left alone.

Lewis sat there for an age the tears finally falling from him. Eventually, another feeling overcame him, stopping the tears and replacing them with an anger and hatred of the bandits that had taken his father from him. It was anger like none he had ever felt, and behind it all was perpetual sorrow.

Lewis had been like this for a while when he heard light footsteps approaching him. A few steps later, an arm was flung around his shoulder. He looked up to see Lola comforting him, cradling him against her breast. They had been close friends since they started school together some eighteen years ago and Lola was the only person who could have comforted Lewis in his time of sadness. He did not realise this. He was ignorant of his true, deep feelings for her.

Her hair was a fiery shade of red and flowed in waves down to just below her shoulders. Slightly hidden behind the hair, the soft skin of her face seemed to glow slightly, even in the dim light of the room. At twenty two years of age she was well developed and where Lewis’ head rested were two of the finest breasts you would ever find on a woman. They were not especially large but fitted Lola’s lean body perfectly and were the perfect balance between firm and soft. Further down you could see her gorgeously smooth legs as she only had a mini-skirt on. She was just on the short side of 5 ft 5 making her shorter than Lewis who was approximately 6 feet tall.

Despite his sadness Lewis couldn’t help but feel a little aroused when he realised how beautiful and sexy she looked. When he looked Lola in the eyes he felt something he had only ever felt with his father before. It was feeling of belonging, of light within the eternal darkness that had plagued Lewis’ mind. She smiled reassuringly and reached over to his father’s face and closed his eyelids.

“Now it looks like he’s sleeping,” she said before taking a deep breath and offering her hand to Lewis. She then led him out of the room.

Two days after the loss of his father, Lewis was almost ready to leave. He had decided there was nothing left for him here. And that he would seek out his mother as his father had suggested. He had already packed most of the food and equipment he needed but there were some things that would have to wait until he reached the next town. Last on his list was to fetch a sword. He picked up his rucksack and hurried to the armoury to meet his combat instructor Marcus who would be providing him with one.

“Ah, there you are Lewis. I have a good sword for you as one of my better students.”

Marcus was a tall, muscular, solidly built ex-soldier. He had a wild face with a crooked nose that had been broken a few times and had plenty of scars, although he always referred to them as souvenirs. He smiled at Lewis as he pulled the sword he had produced for him out of its scabbard.

“It is almost perfectly balanced and very sharp. I believe it will serve you well.”

He then sheathed the sword and handed over to Lewis.

“Good luck and good bye.”

Those words held a lot of emotion as Marcus had been very fond of Lewis. They had spent many, many days together whilst Lewis training in the combat arts. He was the most successful student Marcus had ever had.

Lewis nodded at him and headed for the town gate. As he reached it he heard a voice from behind call his name. He turned around to see Lola walking up to him.

“Oh thank goodness I caught you. Come with me quickly.”

She didn’t wait for an answer and took him by his hand. Originally shocked at her action Lewis staggered behind for a moment before pulling into stride next to her.

“Where are we going?” he asked her.

But she simply shook her head and carried on leading him through the streets. Eventually it dawned on him that they were heading to her house. She led him indoors and up to her bedroom. She closed the door behind her.

“Well, I couldn’t let you go without saying goodbye could I now?” she replied with a silent, “obviously”

“Oh yea. Well, goodbye,” he said uneasily. He had purposefully tried to avoid her. He knew that saying good bye would not have been an easy thing for him to do. Better that he just left and saved himself the hurt.

“No, you don’t understand,” she said and quickly crossed the distance between them. Before he knew it, Lewis found himself being kissed by her. At first he was stunned and then he recovered and returned the kiss. He took his rucksack of without breaking the kiss and flung it into the corner. The kiss quickly became passionate and Lewis slid his tongue into her mouth where it fought with hers. Finally they parted and Lewis just looked into her eyes.

“Wow,” was all that he could say

Lola looked at him with a mischievous smile and said

“Oh I’m not done with you yet. I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time.”

She then pushed him onto the bed and flung herself on top of him. She started kissing him again and her hand moved down his body, caressing his chest and feeling his muscles that had been hardened over years of combat training and fitness regimes. He was stroking her hair when her hand decided to be bolder and passed down to rest so that her little finger was just touching his penis. She left it there for a minute before she broke the kiss and looked him in the eye, giving him that sweet smile once again. She moved so that she was now above his legs as she reached to undo his belt.

Finally she pulled his trousers down to his knees and freed his cock from the restraining cotton underwear and started to stroke it. She looked at it and a big grin appeared on her face.

“Wow, you’re really big. Much bigger than Daniel was.”

Lewis felt pride at the compliment but also wondered why she had mentioned her ex, it’s not like he was mentioning his. These thoughts left his mind almost as soon as she increased the pace of her hand from a slow stroll down a beach to a one hundred metre sprint to the finish line. The sudden increase in speed caused Lewis to moan in ecstasy as he approached his own finish line. Just before his climax she stopped and he let out a dissatisfied grunt.

“Please Lola, make me cum.”

She looked at him and licked her lips eagerly.

“But surely you don’t want me to go hungry,” she asked him seductively

“Hungry…? No, no, of course not,” he said as realisation hit him

Lola laughed gently at him before lowering her head to wrap his cock in her warm, sodden mouth. Instantly Lewis felt a whole lot of pleasure. She started to bob her head on the end of his cock, all the time looking him in the eyes. One of her hands was moving up and down the shaft – the other had moved to finger her pussy through her skirt.

Whilst primarily focusing on the head of his penis she licked the tip every time it was at the opening of her mouth and licked around the head when it wasn’t. She started to take the cock further into her mouth as her hand at her pussy moved faster and faster, plunging into her deeper and deeper. Lewis had managed to sit up slightly and was now kneading her breasts through the thin white tank top she was wearing.

As his dick got further into Lola’s mouth he realised that he couldn’t hold out much longer. And something, possibly the fact that he was no longer kneading her breasts but was now clenching the covers of the bed and attempting to fuck her face told Lola that he was near. She doubled the pace that she was sucking him off at and quickly bought him to the greatest orgasm of his life so far. He thrust upwards into her mouth and unleashed a flood of cum into her that she managed to swallow. She was unsure of the taste of his cum, but she didn’t dislike it.

She looked over at Lewis who had collapsed back onto the bed and was breathing heavily as he recovered from his orgasm. He looked up at her and caught her eye.

“Your turn,” he said and licked his lips.

He slid down the bed towards her and started to tug her top over her head. She then unclipped her bra and tossed it onto the floor, allowing her beautiful, breath taking breasts to hang free. Lewis was mesmerised by them and just admired their every quality. Their seamless shape, the smoothness of the skin, the way they hung so firmly and perfectly to her body. Lola just looked down at him and laughed again

“Well, I suppose you can just sit their staring all day instead,” she said to him.

This brought Lewis back to reality and he finished stripping himself before he moved his mouth towards her right breast. Lewis then returned the favour and begun to pleasure Lola. He kneaded her breast in his hand and began to suck and bite her right nipple. Lola let out a moan of pleasure and kissed Lewis on the tip of his head. She had been admiring Lewis’ naked body. She had known he was muscular but she didn’t realise until then just how muscular and manly he was. She also didn’t realise just how good she would feel when he played with her tits.

Lewis continued to play with Lola’s breasts for another five minutes or so. Alternating between each breast and ensuring it got a nice sucking to before moving on. He lightly pulled Lola up further onto the bed so that her head was resting on the pillow and moved down towards her groin. He started with nibbling her ear, planting kisses on her neck on his way to her breasts. He quickly suckled each of them again, but it was not his goal this time so he continued downwards along her stomach until he reached her skirt. He pulled it off her in one quick motion and was delighted to discover that she was not wearing anything underneath.

Her most private area was mostly shaven; however a small triangle of red pubic hair lay at a point just above her clit. Lewis returned to his position on Lola’s stomach before continuing with his kiss trail. When he reached the beginning of the pubic hair, he skipped it and planted the next kiss on the inside of her thigh, just above her knee. He then started kissing his way up her thigh and back towards her pussy. When he was just half an inch from it he jumped over to the same spot on the other thigh.

“Gods damn it Lewis! Don’t tease me!” She screamed at him.

But Lewis just ignored her and continued kissing down her thigh. He was about to head back up when she grabbed hold of his head and thrust it into her pussy. He laughed inwardly at her irritation but began with gently licking along her slit and then tracing a circle around her clit. He did this a few times before sucking upon and lightly nibbling her clit. Her hand had left his head and had joined the other in playing with her breasts. Lewis looked up at her face and smiled, then slid his finger into her pussy as he continued to lick her clit.

He then pulled his finger out of her before plunging in again, this time faster and in perfect timing with a particular flick of her clit making her scream out and orgasm onto his face. He happily sucked up her sweet pussy juice but continued to finger her, this time working his whole finger in and out of her in a steady rhythm that was in perfect harmony with her moans of pleasure. He finished sucking up her juices and used his tongue and an extra finger to bring her back to the brink of another orgasm. She had one hand on his head again, forcing him to eat out her pussy but he was more than willing to oblige. Lewis skilfully kept her on the borders of utter ecstasy before inserting a different finger into her asshole. He was then finger fucking both her pussy and ass as he bought her two an orgasm even more powerful than before. Her back arched up and she grabbed his hair so tightly that it hurt. This time, the shaking of her body made the whole bed vibrate and her scream of pleasure could have been heard from outside had anyone been there.

After her orgasm had subsided, Lewis pushed himself up her body and began to kiss her again. He probed his tongue around her mouth before wrestling with her own. Lola was surprised at the taste of her juices but she liked it. Lola’s hand was now wrapped firmly around Lewis’ cock again and was gently stroking it. She broke the kiss.

“Fuck me,” she whispered into his ear

He replied with,”Beg for it”

“Please Lewis, fuck me,” she whispered to him

“Not good enough,” he taunted her

“Please Lewis, fuck me like the little slut I am,” she whispered into his ear

He denied her once again.

“Gods damn it Lewis. Please stick your monster cock into my warm, wet, eager pussy and fuck me!” she screamed at him

Lewis decided that if he couldn’t deny her any longer. After all, he wanted to fuck that little hot pussy as much as she wanted it to be fucked. He raised himself off of her body enough to place the head of his rock hard cock at her opening and she bit her lip in anticipation. He then began to fuck her in a missionary position.

He slid only the head of his cock in at first. Slowly and deliberately he probed her with his cock, testing the new world that he had discovered inside her pussy. It was warm and wet from her juices and after a few scouting trips he realised he wanted to venture further. So he began to slowly work more of his penis into her making her gasp as she realised just how big he really was. Finally when his cock was truly buried he stopped, leaving his cock deep within her pussy. Both of them were accommodating to this feeling. Lola had never felt quite so full of cock and Lewis was just enjoying her absolute tightness.

After a minute, he lent forward and kissed Lola before beginning to slide his cock back out. When only the head was left buried he began pushing in again, slightly faster than before. He gradually worked on building up his pace as Lola played with her breasts and moaned. As he increased his pace she began to thrust back at him, trying to plunge his cock even further into her pussy and moaning with every attempt that she made. Nothing had ever felt so good to her before. Never had it felt so right.

As he reached his climax, Lewis decided to slow down in order to prevent him cumming and fell back to a slower pace that kept them both at the very bottom of cloud nine. Lola was just looking at him with pure ecstasy on her face; she had given up playing with her breasts and was now caressing every inch of Lewis’ body. He thrust into her again and again until he felt his balls tighten once again. Lola knew that he was near his climax and instantly started playing with her tits and clitoris to bring her to her own. Lewis got there first. Plunging his cock deep into her pussy and through cloud nine with a long drawn grunt he unleashed his cum into her womb. The feel of him climaxing within her bought Lola over the boundary and she also began her orgasm. As her pussy convulsed around his cock, Lewis was milked of all the cum he had left.

He collapsed on top of her exhausted and they began to kiss again. Eventually he rolled off of her to lie next to her on the bed and cradled her in his arms with her face looking up at him.

“That was amazing. Thank you Lewis,” said Lola

“It was bloody damn good.” He agreed before continuing, “the only problem is that now I don’t want to leave without you.”

“Well, perhaps you won’t have to,” she said, a sudden thought coming to her mind, “I’m coming with you”

Lewis looked over at her and felt a new feeling, one of love before kissing her once again. And so it was that at approximately thirty minutes past midday, Lewis walked out through the town gates. He no longer felt lonely after the loss of his father, because he was holding Lola’s hand as they set of to begin their adventures in the Land of Gorachi.

Chapter 2: Time for a rescue

It had not taken long after Lola decided that she was coming with Lewis for her to get her affairs in order and leave. First, there was the obvious problem that the bed which had been home to their lovemaking was soaking wet from her orgasms. This problem, and the smell of sex that accompanied it were dealt with easily by Lola. She had been lying in Lewis’ arms for about ten minutes after their copulation when she realised the problem and its simple solution.

She had pulled Lewis up off the bed and stood next to him. She then took up the pose taught to her by her father and performed the spell for cleaning her room and their clothes and for clearing the smell. Lewis was not surprised that Lola had magic. After all, her father was one of the best healers around.

Next Lola went to the town market to find her father. At first he was reluctant to let her go, but once she had expressed her feelings for Lewis and her longing for adventure he agreed. He warned her of using her magic, reiterating the many possible consequences which he had told her a thousand times before. Finally, she packed her bag and they left.

Two hours after leaving home the weather began to take a turn for the worst. They were walking along a coastal road to the next town when the wind picked up, the light dimmed and the heavens opened up to a storm. They both knew that they had to find shelter from the storm but they were already soaking wet when they finally found the cave. It was located on a headland, and had a wide opening. However, most of the opening was flooded by the sea and the only passable section was a narrow ledge that ran from the cliff and along the nearest wall. The ledge was wet from sea spray and the waves continued to crash against it, it the dim light of the storm world it looked even more terrifying.

Lewis went to go first but it was too dark for him to see well so he reluctantly gave way to Lola who proceeded with a magical light dancing around her head. Once Lola had taken a few careful steps on the slippery ledge, Lewis followed. The ledge begun a short distance from and above off the cave where the wind from the storm threatened to push both of them down into the sea below and forced them to cling onto the cliff face. Lewis gradually descended along the ledge and down to the cave. As he crossed into the mouth the force of the storm lessened. The wind was still blowing into the cave but most of it swept near the middle and away from the ledge. However it was still dangerous as the ledge was now only a few feet above the water below and wind swept waves would regularly splash over it increasing the chance of slipping onto one of the many boulders in the cave.

The light started to dim and Lewis realised that he had been stalling and that Lola had moved on without realising he was not following. He panicked and quickly tried to catch up but slipped and was only kept from falling into the waves by a lucky handhold caught in desperation. It didn’t stop his face hitting the rock though and resulted in a bloody lip. Lola heard him fall and realised just how far he had gotten behind. She stopped and waited for him to recover from the shock of his fall. He got back on his feet and spat some blood out of his mouth before catching up to her. She carefully turned so that she was side on to him, reached over and laid a finger on his lip and then muttered a single word. Lewis felt a slight tingle in his lip and a shiver in his body at the touch and then the skin on his lip joined and the cut was no more.

As they then continued onwards the ledge became narrower until it was necessary for them to turn sideways and hug the wall in order to pass the ledge. After a minute more of scrambling along like this they made it onto a rocky outcrop in the cave where they could safely rest and shelter from the storm. It was then that they first heard it. It was the sound of flesh hitting flesh, coming from a passageway that led deeper into the cave. The sound was continuous as was the sobbing that accompanied it. After thirty seconds of resting whilst hearing this, Lewis decided to investigate the source of the sound. He stood up, beckoned to Lola and then started towards the passageway.

The passageway was not long and he could see a steady light pouring in at the end of the route where it turned a corner. He slowed as he reached the light and crouched down into a sneaking stance. It was then that he decided to turn the corner and moved forward to crouch behind a boulder. The next cavern was dominated by an area of relatively flat rock with a few boulders on it. The source of the light was a series of torches in this cavern, the nearest one was just a few inches from his right hand and the heat from it was welcome after the cold of the passageway and previous cavern. The roof of the cavern was above the sphere of light generated by the torches and black stalactites dropped down from it like teeth, casting shadows wherever they broke the light. One such shadow began from near the beginning of the cavern, some five metres to the right of Lewis and extended across the level that he was on until it melted into the darkness above a chasm some forty meters ahead and thirty meters to the left of him. At this end of the rock level, the chasm was much closer, only some ten meters away and the gradual widening resulted in the cavern floor being roughly wedge shape.

Ahead of Lewis, two men were standing with their backs facing him. They were largely dressed in hard leather. Each of them wore a body piece that protected their chest and back. It also provided protection for their upper arms and shoulders, but the lower arm was left bare. Below this one of the men wore leather greaves with thick, heavy boots. Nearby to the men were leather helmets and gauntlets, however neither man was wearing them at the time. Dangling from the waist of each man was a sword. The one on the right had your typical short sword. It was light and recently sharpened giving it quick and deadly handling in combat. The other man had a curved blade, a scimitar. It was similarly light and ideal for slashing at opponents, especially from horseback. Lewis recognised both weapons from his training sessions and knew the advantages and limitations of both. Lewis also noticed that both men were looking at the same place, and that place was the source of the sound he had been hearing. He could just make out what it was that they were looking at.

In the middle of the terrace there was a boulder, and upon that boulder was a nude young woman. She was bent over it with her breasts squashed against the rock and her arms were tied by rope onto two steel rings that had been hammered into the rock either side of the boulder. The girl was facing away from Lewis and her pussy was being fucked by another of the men. This one was dressed similarly to the other men, but his armour seemed more elaborate. The torso piece was split into multiple sections by lines of steel studs that had been incorporated into the armour. His sword was also longer and was similar to the one at Lewis’ side. Lewis decided that he was there leader.

The leader was fucking the girl tied to the rock. He violently thrust his cock into her, without any care for the pain he was causing. The girl was sobbing continually and Lewis could see many cuts and bruises on her, even from this distance. The leader increased his pace, scratching the girl’s breasts upon the boulder as he brutally raped her. Lewis just watched with anger. He told Lola to stay put and stepped around his hiding place, drawing his sword as he approached the men. Their leader finally met his climax, and unleashed a volley of evil cum into the girl who cried even more at the realisation of what he had done. The leader pulled out of her, his penis going soft and turned to face the men. It was then that he noticed Lewis.

“Let the girl go,” Lewis ordered through gritted teeth

“You know, that doesn’t sound that good to me. How about you come and get her?” the leader asked. He was not even slightly concerned; firstly Lewis looked young and inexperienced. Secondly there were three of them, and only one of him.

Lewis simply carried on advancing toward the two thugs, and they also advanced towards him. The first one to reach him carried the short sword. Lewis parried a series of his attacks before executing a counter attack that slashed through the leather armour, cutting the man in the stomach. He collapsed down to the ground, bleeding. The next thug was slightly surprised that Lewis succeeded but did not show this. He approached with his sword held high, swinging it down onto Lewis’ head as soon as he was in range. Lewis stepped around the inbound sword and thrust his blade at the man. He managed to parry the sword, but not the well-aimed kick that hit him in the groin. It seriously incapacitated Lewis’ opponent, sending him down to the ground in sheer agony.

Lewis then approached the leader.

“Absolutely useless!” he growled, “Can’t even handle a bloody kid.”

He drew his own sword and advanced upon Lewis who took up a ready stance. The leader attacked first, launching into a rapid combo that Lewis was only just able to defend against whilst also backing away. The leader was much more skilled than the other two, and easily defended Lewis’ own counter attacks. Lewis decided to attempt a lunge. Placing all his weight behind his sword, he launched himself at the leader. The leader simply stepped around him, and tripped him, sending Lewis down to the ground where a sword hit a moment later.

Lewis had just managed to roll out of the way but the Leader launched another attack, angrier than before. Lewis blocked this one, but the blow jarred his entire arm and caused him to drop his sword. The leader noticed this and kicked it away. He was now standing above a defenceless Lewis, his sword falling down upon him. But Lewis had one other trick up his sleeve. He launched himself from his position on the ground and tackled the man, knocking him down. Lewis then kicked him in the hand, making the leader drop the sword which Lewis then picked up and placed at the chest of the Leader. It took all of his will power to stop him plunging it down through him. Instead he kicked the man in the head, knocking him unconscious.

Then Lewis went over to the boulder and cut the ropes holding the girl. She instantly got up and tried to run, but in her confused panic, she ended up running straight into him knocking him off balance. He managed to steady himself on her.

He said to her, “Are you ok? Everything is gonna be fine now. I’m here to help you.”

She looked up at him, realised that he was genuinely there to help and he saw relief and gratitude pass through her tear sodden eyes. She then collapsed onto Lewis and started sobbing again, this time with happiness.

Lewis comforted her, feeling aroused at being so close to the naked girl. He also felt very uneasy and patted her back uncertainly. Eventually the girl stopped crying stepped back from Lewis and then remembered that she was naked. She looked sheepishly at him, and then at Lola before apologising.

“Oh gods, I’m sorry,” she said to her

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault that you are naked and upset. We’re here to help you,” replied Lola

“Thanks. I’m Aisha.”

The look of gratitude in her eyes turned to anger as she stepped quickly around Lewis taking his sword from his hand and then thrust it clumsily into the thug that was about to stab him. Lewis wheeled around to see the man he had earlier kicked in the groin, collapsing once again onto the ground. Only this time, he was dead. Lewis then looked at the girl again and it was his turn to thank her.

Ten minutes later and the three of them were sitting in the cave, waiting out the storm. The thugs had torn all of Aisha’s clothing, so she was wearing a white polo shirt and a pair of jeans that had been lent to her by Lola. Lewis had bound the leader of the thugs to a column of rock with the ropes that had once held Aisha captive. He was still out cold. Lewis was tempted to kill him for what he had done to the girl but something was stopping him.

Now, Aisha wasn’t actually a girl. She was a woman who had only recently turned 18. Beneath her bruises it was clear that she was very pretty, and very sexy. She had long blonde hair that swept down half of her back and a round, smooth face. She stood slightly shorter than Lola and her breasts were larger than Lola’s. She had curvy hips with a small waste and well-toned legs. Her body was also tanned, clearly showing that she spent a lot of time outside in the sun. She had gentle, compassionate eyes and thin lips. When they had first set her free, her hair had been home to some clotted blood but that had been cleared away thanks to Lola’s cleaning spell. Lola had also performed some healing upon her to close up the cuts she had. However, the bruises and aches would be with her for a while. And the mental scars, well they would stay forever. No amount of magic would ever heal them.

Aisha had begun to tell them about her and how she had got captured by the thugs. She was the daughter of a merchant that had managed to get himself into trouble with money. He took out a loan from the leader of the thugs, and when he was unable to repay it they had taken Aisha instead. This was three days ago and she had been dragged to this cave where they had beaten and raped her multiple times.

“And I have also been starved,” she concluded.

Lewis got the hint and decided it was time to eat anyway. He reached into his bag and withdrew some of the food he had packed. It was nothing fancy, but any food was good food to Aisha. As they ate, Lewis told Aisha that he and Lola were going north in a search for his mother. Aisha asked if she could accompany them to the next town as that was where her father was, and whilst she did not admit it, she was too scared to travel alone. Of course, they had said that it was fine for her to do so and that they would enjoy the extra company.

Outside of the cave the storm still raged on and the day had finally given way to the night. They decided that they would stay overnight in the cave and carry on with their adventures the following morning. Aisha was the first of the trio to fall asleep, curled up in a defensive ball on a pillow that had been made from clothing of the thugs. This left Lewis and Lola alone with the bound thug who they had gagged as he had started to come round.

“Are you ok Lola?” Lewis asked her

“Yea, I’m fine. I’m more concerned about you. That was some pretty good fighting back then,” she replied

“Hmm ok, thanks,” he replied and beckoned her over for a cuddle.

They sat there a little longer, talking about the day’s events and planning their adventures before they also fell asleep.

The following morning the group packed up their stuff before leaving the cave. They had left the thug tied to the column, not even sparing him a thought of mercy. After another half-day’s traveling they arrived at the next settlement. It wasn’t particularly large, home to perhaps 400 people but it was still bigger than what Lewis was used to. As soon as they had arrived at the town, Aisha had taken them straight to her home.

She knocked on the door and her father Paul opened it a few seconds later. The look of relief and happiness on his face when he saw who it was decided something for Lewis. He couldn’t stand by when innocent people were in harm’s way. In amongst the relief was also concern as Paul could see from the bruises that his daughter had been through a lot. Aisha introduced Lewis and Lola to him, and told him that they had saved her. He then hugged Lola, and was about to hug Lewis but restrained himself enough to just shake his hand. He then ushered them all indoors.

The room they entered was of a reasonable size but most of the furniture had been removed to help pay off Paul’s debts. All that was left was a small, tatty couch that Lewis, Lola and Aisha just managed to squeeze onto. Paul was left standing but he didn’t seem bothered. He was an active man and just ended up pacing around as Aisha told him what had happened, from the moment she had been taken. As she told Paul of the rape ordeals she began to cry, Lewis placed his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. Finally, Aisha reached the end of her tale and Lewis removed his hand from her. She gave him a look then that he didn’t recognise, he would later learn exactly what that look meant.

Following Aisha’s tale, Lewis and Lola decided to explore the town and fetch any other supplies they needed. Lewis was aware that Lola was still in a mood with him but he still didn’t know why. They visited the general store to purchase some more food and some tools that would help them on their travels. After visiting the general, they relaxed in the town park, huddled together until it was time to return to Aisha’s home where they had been invited to spend the night.

Once arriving at Aisha’s home, Paul told Lewis and Lola to head upstairs and said that Aisha was waiting for them. They did as asked and entered Aisha’s room. She was naked and waiting for them. Lewis instantly started to get aroused at the sight of naked flesh and Lola was a little uncertain of how to react.

Aisha simply smiled at them and said, “Hey. I wanted to thank you properly for rescuing me.”

She then kissed Lola. At first it was just a peck and she could tell that Lola was uneasy and had tried to push her away. But when Aisha began to kiss her properly Lola allowed her to continue. Lewis was stunned. First, he had walked in to find Aisha naked. Then she had come over and kissed his girlfriend. He wasn’t about to complain though as he was getting extremely turned on watching them kiss.

Aisha had been worried that Lola wouldn’t react well to her. She had been planning this all day and couldn’t wait to introduce Lola to the pleasures that a woman could do to her. Of course, she wasn’t only interested in Lola. She broke the kiss and then went over to Lewis.

“So Lewis, you up for some fun?” She whispered into his ear. She also stroked his cock, leaving no confusion about what sort of fun she had in mind.

She kissed Lola again this time thrusting her tongue through her lips. Lola took a bit of initiative and began to play with Aisha’s breasts as Lewis watched and got harder and harder. Soon, Lewis was feeling constrained by his clothes, so he decided to join Aisha in being naked. Lola saw him stripping and broke the kiss before beginning to strip herself. As she did so, Aisha went over to Lewis. After kissing him she knelt down in front of him and begun to suck his dick. She was much better at it than Lola.

She took him into her mouth like an expert. She was bobbing her head up and down his shaft whilst staring him in the eyes when Lola came over and began kissing Lewis. He reached down and began fingering Lola’s pussy whilst Aisha continued to suck him off, it was soaking wet. Aisha was increasing the pace now and he could feel his balls tightening as he approached his climax. Finally, he moaned into Lola’s mouth as he cummed into Aisha’s. Lola then pushed him away, and knelt down to kiss Aisha, sharing his cum. Aisha then took Lola over to the double bed and lay her down on it.

She began with suckling her breasts but quickly got bored of them and dived down to the honey pot. She was bent over the bed, licking Lola’s pussy and sucking on her clit when Lewis joined them, hard again. He went up behind Aisha, and quickly licked her pussy for a while, getting her juices to flow. Then, when he decided she was wet enough, he thrust himself into her. The sudden penetration to Aisha by surprise and she moaned into Lola’s pussy.

“Yes Lewis, fuck me!” She said breathlessly

Lewis complied and began pulling back out to thrust into her again.

“Oh gods! Yes! Fuck my hot little pussy!” she ordered Lewis

The sight of her boyfriend fucking their newest friend as she licked her out sent Lola over the edge and she orgasmed onto Aisha’s face.

“YES! FUCK FUCK FUCK! You guys are making me so damn hot,” Lola moaned as her juices began to flow

Aisha liked up her juices and then continued licking her pussy. As Lewis increased the pace of his thrusts, Aisha began moaning into Lola’s pussy. After several minutes of this, Lola decided to alter their positions so that she could get into a position where she could lick Aisha’s pussy and help bring her to her orgasm.

She told Lewis to pull out of Aisha for a while and set about getting Aisha into a 69 position. Lola had asked Lewis who he wanted to fuck, and felt jealous when he said Aisha. So it was, that when they were ready, Lewis pushed his penis into Aisha’s pussy as it got licked from below by Lola. Lola also licked on Lewis’ penis as he fucked Aisha. At the other end of the bed, Aisha was happily licking Lola’s pussy, still moaning as she was fucked and licked herself.

“That’s a nice little pussy you got there slut,” Lola told Aisha, “I think Lewis likes it.”

“Oh, fuck yes. I love it. It’s so tight,” informed Lewis through his panting

They had been fucking like this for a short while when Lewis decided to pull out of Aisha’s pussy. Something else had got his attention, bouncing about beneath his eyes was Aisha’s ass. And he had not seen something quite so inviting in some time. He lubricated Aisha’s ass with some of her own pussy juice before gently pushing his cock into her. She let out a massive moan of combined pleasure and pain the second she felt him enter her virgin ass and stopped licking Lola as she fought of the pain. Lola however didn’t stop licking her. Lewis gradually worked his way inside, allowing her to get used to the feeling. Finally, he got all of his cock into her. It was in fact the tightest whole he had ever been in and he could tell she was beginning to like the feel of his big, fat cock in her ass.

He started to pull out again until only the head was inside before pushing back in. He repeated the process a few times before he deemed her loose enough for him to increase the pace without hurting her. He sped up and she whimpered on the first few strokes, whimpers that turned into moans of pure pleasure. She had returned to licking Lola’s pussy as Lewis continued to fuck her ass. Lola had started to use her finger to replace the cock that had once been fucking Aisha’s pussy as she continued to lick it. This treatment quickly bought Aisha to her first orgasm and her juices flowed freely over Lola’s face. Lewis had stopped fucking her when her orgasm began and allowed her body to shake around his cock which felt almost as good anyway.

Amy and I just lay there on the sofa in each other’s arms for a while, our naked bodies pressed against each other, gently kissing occasionally, waiting for us to be ready again. I had one arm wrapped behind Amy’s neck, reaching around and massaging her breast with my hand, while she gently squeezed my cock, tightening her grip ever so slightly, before relaxing and starting again.

I started stroking her breast a bit more, feeling her nipple flick between my fingers as they ran over it, causing her to shiver as it shook back and forth as it found the gap between my fingers, only to be pushed back down by the next one.

She started to stroke my cock gently, slowly jerking it with her hand, trying to coax it back into life. Amy moaned slightly, then spoke.

“Should we move somewhere a little more…comfortable?” She looked up at me through her eyelashes, and smiled seductively. I looked back down at her, and smiled back.

“Why not?” I replied, slowly standing up. Somehow, Amy managed to retain her grip on my now hardening cock as we stood up, and as we walked towards the bedroom down the hall, she kept stroking it gently, as if making a promise with it that it would enjoy what was to come.

I only live in a small flat, so there weren’t any stairs to navigate, and we made it into the bedroom rather easily.

Amy pulled me towards the bed by my cock, and swung me down onto the bed. She followed me, and kissed me deeply, still keeping a hold of my cock.

She pulled back, and turned around, straddling me in a 69 position, pushing her crotch into my face, and almost immediately stuck my cock in her mouth and started to bob her head and suck on it like she had before, working the rest of the shaft with one of her hands.

I grabbed her legs, and pulled my head forward, trying not to concentrate on her ravaging my cock, pressed my lips against her pussy, and started to lick at her with the same vigor she was displaying on my cock.

I heard and felt her moan against my cock, and I started to lick in circles around the edge of her cunt, teasing her with it.

I then stopped, and changed the direction of my circling tongue. She stopped and moaned, my cock pressing against the inside of her cheek. After a short moment of her ecstasy, she started sucking me off again, a bit quicker and harder than before.

I responded by starting to spiral my tongue towards her opening, and thrust my tongue into her drenched cunt, lapping at her pussy walls, causing her to push her crotch further into my face and moan again, my cock stifling her cries.

I slowly crept a hand towards her pussy, and snuck two of my fingers in there as far as I could, and started circling them around. Amy must have been getting close to cumming again, as her moans turned into screams, as she deepthroated me, faster and sucking hungrily at my cock like a wild animal!

I felt myself start to build up my own orgasm, and tried to focus my attention on Amy’s pussy so I wouldn’t cum again just yet!

Just then, my fingers bumped against a small, hard lump inside her pussy, that made her legs twitch and spasm slightly.

I felt around, trying to find it again. As soon as I touched it, I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers, and she pulled at my cock a bit harder.

I then started rubbing my fingers against her G-Spot, desperate to make her cum before I could! I quickened my fingering of her, making short and fast movements with my hand. She dropped my cock out of her mouth, and let loose a strangulated scream, and a jet of warm fluid shot out of her pussy, and hit my chest and neck.

Another spurt leapt from her pussy and hit me in the cheek as I continued to rub against the small bump. A final shot dribbled out of her pussy, landed on my stomach, and her quivering form fell on top of me, her head ended up between my knees, and I felt her brests pushing into my groin, smothering my cock, reminding it of their wonderful experience together earlier.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing and panting, Amy managed to gather enough strength to crawl forwards, and pull herself up on the bed so that she was sat just above my groin.

She looked over her shoulder at me, and her body followed. She rose slightly, holding herself up on one knee, and grabbed my cock with a free hand, before angling herself so her hot glowing pussy was inches from my cock.

She stared at me, through her messy fringe, as if to say “Oh yeah! This is happening!” before slowly lowering herself onto my rock hard cock, slowly but surely, her tight pussy devouring every last inch of my throbbing cock at an agonisingly slow pace.

I felt her pussy walls part to allow me entry as she slipped the head in, and as the lips closed around the head, I felt my eyes shiver closed as I just let the pleasure overwhelm me. My head slowly juddered as it fell backwards, and she lowered herself a touch further down onto me, not even half of my cock was inside her, and she wasn’t going to let me off that easily!

Her vagina slowly ate up my cock, and as she reached the half way point, she stopped and paused for a moment, and tensed her abdomenal muscles, causing her pussy to tighten even more, and give my cock a good squeeze, before she began to lower the rest of the way.

The next inch made its way into her pussy, and as she approached the last part of my cock, I felt my cockhead hit the back of her pussy, and she sighed in pleasure, long and sensuously. She took a deep breath in, and let gravity do the rest of the work, and she relaxed, and let herself fall on top of me completely, so that my whole cock was inside her, the back of her pussy being stretched to the point of breaking.

She had stopped, and was now leaning backwards, propped up on her arms, breathing heavily. I don’t think she’d quite recovered from her orgasm yet, so I reached up, grabbed her hips, and flipped her over so that she lay where I had just been, and I was now over her in missionary.

Still holding her hips, I thrust forward slightly, making sure I was buried to the hilt, then drew back, taking my whole cock out of her pussy, keeping it lined up with her as she let out a slighty whimper, as the cold air hit her vagina.

I pushed my cock back in slowly, and the pulled back, but not all the way out this time. I began to thrust in a rhythm, and looked up to see her holding her knees back with her hands, and her breasts start to bounce back and forth in time with my thrusts.

I started to speed up, still making sure our hips made contact, eliciting a slight moan and whimper from Amy each time my hips hit hers.

I could feel Amy silently shaking beneath me, still sensitive from her previous orgasm, another one building up within her, ready to explode!

I started hammering myself into Amy with as much force as possible, feeling my own orgasm approaching, I wanted to have us both finish together. Amy was whimpering again now, louder than before.

I couldn’t hold off much longer, and I slammed my hips into her again, almost ready to cum!

I hammered myself home as hard as I could, and my cock erupted, sending her spiraling into her own orgasm, thrashing about on my cock as it unloaded inside her, ropes of semen splashing against her cervix, filling her pussy up.

As our orgasms subsided, I withdrew from her, a trail of our mixed glistening juices dribbling from my cock and landing on the bedclothes next to her glimmering pussy.

I fell forwards on my shoulder, and landed beside Amy, who was still shaking slightly. She turned her head and looked at me, before rolling towards me, and holding me against her, falling asleep in my arms.

“Does someone know where the teacher is?” Katie asked the room of people dressed in yoga attire, many of whom were already in various positions on their mats.

A few people shook their heads, some glanced at the clock on the wall. It had already been fifteen minutes into class and still the teacher wasn’t there. One woman rolled up her mat and left, two more followed her.

“They’re dropping like flies.” Ben whispered over to Katie. Ben and Katie had met a few months back in this evening class. Katie made it a point never to skip this particular class as she enjoyed the sight of Ben’s muscular stature and their usual flirty banter they exchanged.

“You’re right,” she glanced back over her shoulder, watching as more and more people rolled up their mats and left, eventually leaving just the two of them.

“What should we do?” Ben asked.

Katie shrugged. “Let’s just do our own class. Make it up as we go.”

“Ok, you start.”

Katie began with arching her back into cat pose, then extending into cow, letting her stomach sink and her ass stick up. Ben followed along, watching her body out of the corner of his eye. Once they were in downward facing dog, Katie glanced over at Ben.

“You’re chest should be coming closer to your thighs.” she observed.

“Oh yeah smarty pants?” Ben stood up. “Show me how it’s done.”

“What do you think I’m doing?” she laughed.

“I don’t think your chest is close enough to your thighs.” was his retort. Ben stood behind Katie firmly placing his hands on her hips. He pulled her body to meet his hardened cock. “Here. Let me adjust you.”

A barely audible moan escaped Katie as she arched her back, allowing her ass to press harder against him. Ben’s hand slid to the delicate, eager space between her firm thighs, his fingers finding her clit whilst his palm kneaded the firmer flesh above it.

Katie’s hips bucked against his hand until she felt the familiar rise of an orgasm. Her muscles spasmed and she let out a cry of pleasure. Momentarily overwhelmed she lowered herself to her mat; Ben’s body followed her. She turned over onto her back and opened her legs to create a space for him, her hands tugging at his shorts, fervent to stroke his dick.

His mouth hungrily consumed hers as he peeled off her tight pants. She kicked them off, sounds of pleasure evading her as he kneaded her breasts. She freed herself from the confines of her sports bra as Ben’s fingers began to gently pull and pinch her sensitive nipples. Her hands guided his head down to her heaving breasts. Ben’s tongue licked and sucked each nipple making them stand at attention. His fingers roamed between her legs again, eventually splitting her pussy open so as to insert his two fingers inside her slippery crevice. Again her hips rose to meet the palm of his hand before pushing his body further down the length of hers.

“Lick it.” Katie instructed.

Ben grinned, letting his fingers linger in place as he pressed his tongue to her wet, pink flesh. She propped herself up on her forearms to get a better view of his face between her legs. His tongue lapped at her flesh, alternating long broad strokes with quick flicks of the tip on her clit. It wasn’t long before she had to have him inside her.

“C’mere.” she whispered.

He kissed the tender flesh of her inner thighs before moving up to her stomach, and her nipples. He stopped momentarily to playfully bite a nipple before burying his face in her neck, kissing her taut flesh.

Katie reached out for a yoga block and placed it under her hips to ensure he’d penetrate her as deep as possible. Her legs opened wider allowing her body to swallow his cock as he guided it inside her. His thrusting started slow and deep, allowing every inch to glide in and out of her giving way to more, hurried, more intense movement. Her hands gripped his ass as she pulled him close to her, wanting to feel the base of his dick against her clit.

He pulled her off of the block, their bodies landed entangled on the hardwood floor. She clambered on top of his glistening body, propping herself up on her palms. She ground her hips against him until another orgasm erupted from her, causing her cry out blissfully.

Simultaneously Ben’s dick spasmed with his own orgasm, pulsing against the walls of her pussy. Katie’s body melted onto his, her lips lazily pressed against his mouth.

“We should host our own class more often.” Ben grinned.

Disclaimer: All the people featured in this story are over 21 and none of this is true, I made all of it up.

A/N: Due to an unfortunate mishap with my computer I’m going to have to stop writing the Film Buff series for a week or so, I’ll get back to it soon enough. In the meantime here’s something else I’ve been working on, if you like it I’ll write more in the same vein. Obviously I won’t let it get in the way of the plans I have for Film Buff once that starts running again. These are both girls I’ve written about before, but I’ve written them differently in this one. Anyway tell me what you think.

It was the day after my girlfriend of two years had broken up with me, and I was completely destroyed. I had no idea what I was supposed to do with myself, after all, what was the point in waking up in the morning if I didn’t get to see her. It was half past eight in the evening; I had been lying in bed feeling sorry for myself for almost twenty-four hours. There was no way I was going to go anywhere tonight, not after my entire life had fallen apart.

Just as I was thinking about where I should order food from my phone suddenly starts vibrating on the bedside table. That’s annoying; I thought I turned that off completely. I reached over to it, not sure if I was going to answer it or not. I looked at the screen and saw the name ‘Amanda Bynes’ was on the screen. I should probably answer it. Amanda is the sort of person who is likely to give a person a hard time if they don’t answer the phone, or call back right away.

‘Hello,’ I said as I answered the phone.

‘Hey!’ She said. ‘Are you ready yet?’

‘Sorry?’ I looked at my watch, confused.

‘You don’t have to wear anything too fancy, it’s sort of dressy-casual.’

‘I…’ I’d completely forgotten about the party Amanda scored me a guest pass to tonight. It’s alright, I’ll just tell her what happened last night and she’ll understand.

‘You forgot, didn’t you?’ Amanda said.

‘It’s not that I forgot,’ I started. ‘Stacy broke up with me last night…’


‘Yeah…’ I was in the clear.

‘I think you should still come, I had to pull a lot of strings to get you here you know!’ She just wouldn’t quit.

‘I don’t think-’

‘Don’t think… drink!’ She said, and laughed.

‘I’m not even anywhere near ready…’ I said.

‘That’s fine; I’ll be over in about half an hour to pick you up.’

‘That’s not what I-’ she hung up. ‘Meant…’ Damn.

Amanda had been my friend for a long time, we met after both enduring a mostly useless comedy camp together, after which she slowly rose to getting her own TV shows and starring in movies, and I changed careers dramatically. It seemed the acting life wasn’t for me, so I had decided to go to college and get a liberal arts degree, since then I’ve been mostly bumming around, hopeful that I’ll find a reliable source of income soon.

After a few minutes of great deliberation I managed to pull myself out of bed and into the shower. I figured that Amanda was expecting me to come to this party tonight, and I always hated disappointing her. I don’t know why I even wanted to go, it’s just a big party with a bunch of attractive people who have no interest in talking or paying attention to you, oh yeah and I always had to leave early to take Amanda home when she gets too drunk.

I step out of the shower and spend a couple of minutes throwing an outfit together, I had always had a bit of a natural talent for styling myself for these events. The way I see it, there’s two ways you can go about it with these Hollywood types, you can either wear somethingso outrageous that people are forced to notice and respect you, or you can wear an outfit that has a simple elegant feel, something that looks like you just threw it on. I always opted for the latter.

I heard two loud honks coming from downstairs and quickly exited my apartment, not before taking one last final look in the mirror to make sure everything looked as it should. I got downstairs and saw a quite young looking guy holding the limo door open for me. I gave him a nod as I entered through the door and sat next to Amanda who was looking extra slutty tonight in a short red dress that accentuated her already quite impressive rack.

‘You look really good!’ She said, staring me up and down.

‘You say that like you’re surprised,’ I said.

‘Well… I thought because of your break-up and all…’

‘Oh… well no, I didn’t want to disappoint you.’

‘Well?’ She said.

‘Well what?’ I shot back.

‘Aren’t you going to tell me how I look?’ She said with a frown.

‘You? You look amazing, you always look amazing!’ I said.

‘Really?’ She said.

‘Let me put it this way, I’m sporting a half chub just looking at you,’ I said with a grin.

She laughed and placed her hand on my knee. ‘Very funny Josh.’

We liked to joke about this sort of stuff all the time, it was sort of our thing that we hit on each other, but not really, neither of us really had any inclination towards getting together. Amanda to me had always been just a friend to me, but there was something about that night, I don’t know if it was because my girlfriend had just dumped me, if it was how slutty she was dressing, or some combination of the two, but that night, Amanda seemed irresistible to me.

‘Seriously though,’ Amanda stopped laughing all of a sudden. ‘How are you holding up?’

‘What do you mean?’ I said. She just looked at me. ‘Oh that… I’m not handling it well… but it feels good to be with you.’

‘Are you sure it’s for sure?’ She asked. ‘Stacy’s a pretty nice reasonable girl, I’m sure she’ll come around,’ she continued.

‘She left me for another man.’

‘I always hated the bitch,’ she spat venomously.

We arrive at the party at around nine thirty, which is a little bit before fashionably late, but it would have to do. We got out of the car and the paparazzi immediately started taking hundreds of photos a piece of Amanda, she courteously flipped them off as we made our entry into the party.

The party was at the Milton Hotel right in the heart of Los Angeles, and it was truly a sight to behold. The lobby alone was a bit of a marvel, it was a room filled with fountains and chandeliers and all that other crap. I could see some stars that I recognised also entering the huge party Blake Lively, Jennifer Aniston and Amanda Seyfried amongst many others. This truly seemed to be the party of the year, and somehow I was attending it.

‘What’s this party for anyway?’ I asked Amanda.

‘This party?’ she started. ‘I think it’s like the anniversary of the hotel or something.’

‘Cool, which anniversary?’ I asked.

‘Tenth… Hundredth… I don’t know I’m just here for the alcohol,’ Amanda replied somewhat frustrated.

‘Amanda, I hope you’re not planning on getting black out drunk again.’

‘Are you kidding me?’ She said. ‘The Milton Hotel is turning two-hundred or something tonight, so I’m going to get absolutely wasted to celebrate.’

Oh well, I’m going to have a terrible time anyway so I guess it wouldn’t matter if Amanda gets wasted and forces me to go home early again. We entered arm and arm into the main hall where the party was going to be, and there were at least a thousand people inhabiting the dance floor and the tables on the raised platform around it. It was more like what you’d expect out of a club rather than some fancy hotel anniversary.

We walked over to an empty table right within viewing range of nearly the entire hall, if I were on the prowl for chicks this would probably be a vantage point. As we sat down we were joined by a waitress who had a small plate with two glasses of clear liquid resting on it.

‘Here are your first two shots, call me when you need more drinks,’ she said as she placed the two shots in front of Amanda and I.

‘I’m going to need you to bring two more vodka shots and two double shot glasses of bourbon, neat,’ Amanda told the waitress.

‘And I’ll have a beer,’ I stated.

‘You also want a beer?’ The waitress asked.

‘No, I want a beer,’ I clarified. I looked at the waitress as she was giving me a confused expression, and I watched as the reality of the situation dawned on her.

‘Oh, I’ll get your drinks Miss Bynes and Sir I’ll fetch you your beer.’

Amanda laughed as the waitress walked off. ‘You’re such a lightweight!’

‘I just don’t think drinking is really a good idea right now,’ I said.

‘Whatever… drink your shot,’ Amanda said, putting the shot glass in my hand.

‘Fine,’ I pulled the shot closer to my mouth.

‘Wait!’ She said. ‘We have to toast first!’

I stopped. ‘Alright, what are we toasting to?’

‘To Stacy, that stupid fucking bitch!’ Amanda shouted, I shrugged and we chinked out glasses before downing the shots in unison.

The night went on mostly in Amanda drinking and talking to me, whilst occasionally going off to dance whilst I watched her. What she was saying to me I couldn’t be entirely sure, I was zoning in and out so I was only getting small portions of her sentences. Things like Lindsay Lohan not being able to come because she was in rehab and Kat Dennings being too busy shooting a movie to attend.

When she danced though, that’s when I was really paying attention to her. She was shaking her ass all about and jiggling her tits up and down, grinding up against random guys. She really did look amazing, I somehow felt like… like I needed to be with her, there was this lust that suddenly had to be acted upon. Where it came from I did not know, perhaps it had always been there deep down, all I knew was I needed to do something about it.

The party really was star studded, and throughout the night I was able to notice some very interesting things, one look behind me and I could see Amanda Seyfried rushing out of the building quite early for some unknown reason and Lizzy Caplan being chatted up by the bartender. If I looked down at the dance floor not only could I see Amanda dancing, I could see Alyson Michalka and Heather Graham grinding on Stephen Brett, that star of that new vampire movie. Finally I looked over at the V.I.P section and could see rapper Jay Cult talking up Zoe Kravitz and Jennifer Aniston heading towards the bathroom with some producer type.

It truly was very interesting being the spectator at what was mostly a Hollywood only event, truly a rare moment of insight. I stopped observing when I was interrupted by a pat on the shoulder by Amanda.

‘I’m going… bathroom…’ she managed to slur out.

‘I’m going out to the balcony to get some air, when you’re finished in the bathroom we should get you home,’ I said, she just nodded vacantly to signify she understood.

I watched her walk towards the bathroom as I got myself out of my chair and headed for the outside balcony, leaving my half full beer behind. Once I got to the balcony I was happy to find that it wasn’t nearly as crowded as the dance floor, as a matter of fact it wasn’t crowded at all, it was virtually empty besides one person. That person she turned to see who it was that joined her revealing herself to be none other than Ellen Page.

‘I’m sorry,’ I uttered.

‘Sorry for what?’ She asked.

‘Sorry for just barging out like that, I just couldn’t handle it in there you know?’

‘Trust me, I know,’ she said. I noticed the unlit cigarette in her hand.

‘Do you need a light?’ I asked, feeling around in my back pocket for my lighter.

‘Thanks,’ she said as I lit her cigarette for her.

As she took in her first puff I snuck a glance at her, she was wearing a simple and elegant black dress, with matching heels. I brought my eyes over to her and she opened hers, we just stared like this for a moment.

‘So,’ she started. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘Excuse me?’ I asked.

‘I don’t recognise you, so you’re not an actor… you’re too innocent looking to be a producer…’

She was looking me up and down. ‘You’re too young to have directed anything good enough to get you invited here so who are you, and why are you here?’

‘My name is Josh Carver and…’ At that moment Amanda Bynes came crashing through the door. ‘That’s why I’m here.’

She looked at me confused.

‘Josh,’ Amanda said, tugging at my jacket. ‘Josh… home.’

A look of clarity struck her face with a hint of something else mixed in, if I didn’t know any better I would have said disappointment.

‘This is not what you think,’ I stated.

‘Sure it’s not,’ she teased.

‘Josh I wanna… now!’ Amanda shouted at me.

‘Goodbye Josh,’ Ellen said.

‘Goodnight Ellen,’ I said as Amanda forcibly started to drag me out.

I had to practically hold Amanda up with every step of the way back outside the building, she was insanely drunk. How does she drink like this so often and still be alive? I eventually managed to get her out to the front where found a limo waiting for us. The driver got out of the car and opened the door for us, I realised that it was the same driver as before and I told him to take us back to Amanda’s place as I got inside the limo.

Once inside the vehicle Amanda started to calm down a bit, presumably because she knew she was closer to going home. She had become very touchy and clingy though, this was pretty common for her when she got drunk, but it was generally with other guys. She never thought of me in that way. Was it possible that just like my feelings towards her were changing, as were hers towards me?

She held my hand for a little while and rested her other hand on my knee. She just stared at me while I awkwardly thought of something to talk about, although maybe she was far too drunk to carry a conversation anyway, so I thought I might spend the trip in silence, well that was before it was suddenly broken by Amanda.

‘Stacy is a stupid bitch!’ She said.

‘What?’ I asked.

‘Your ex-girlfriend, she’s so stupid,’ she stated.

‘I don’t even know what you’re-’

‘If I got to be with you, I wouldn’t leave you for another man.’

‘You’re drunk,’ I said.

‘That may be, but I still know that you’re handsome, funny, generous… and you’re smarter than you think,’ she said right before kissing me softly on the cheek.

‘Jeez Amanda…’ I said. I looked down her top into her bursting cleavage, I was starting to get a little hard at this point.

‘Also you’re a good fuck… probably,’ she said as I looked into her eyes.

‘What? How would you even know that?’ I asked, shocked.

‘I’ve seen your cock remember?’ She said she as she grabbed said cock.

I just stared at her, unable to process what was happening.

‘Don’t you remember the time we all played truth or dare? How could someone with a cock as big as yours be bad at fucking?’ She mused as she rubbed my now fully erect cock through my jeans.

‘Amanda I-’

‘Shut up,’ she said as she put one finger on my mouth, and her other hand unzipped my jeans.

I stopped talking instantly as she pulled my boxers down and revealed my hard cock. She started to stroke up and down as she kissed me on the lips. I gently put my hands on the back of her had as we started to French kiss. Her kiss was sloppy, most likely due to her drunken state, but it was still really good. She continued to jack my cock as she draped one of her legs over mine.

Our kissing started to get passionate and her jacking speed started to increase. I took this opportunity to do something I’d always wanted and placed one of my hands over one of her tits. Even with the dress on I could feel that it was as big as I thought it was, I removed my other hand and placed on her other boob as she continued to stroke my cock.

I couldn’t believe what was happening, Amanda Bynes, my oldest friend was now rubbing my cock as I felt up her tits. It was almost too good to be true, I felt an urge to pinch myself in case this was all a dream or a simulation or something. I resisted the urge of course, because pinching myself would mean letting go of her tits.

I few minutes later she pulled away from her kiss and pulled her hand away from my dick. Oh no, she’s realised what she’s doing, this can’t end well. She stared into my eyes for a moment before she told me she wanted to make me forget Stacy. I just looked into her eyes and watched her as she lowered her mouth over my waiting cock.

I watched as her lips slowly slid down the shaft of my cock, sucking as she did so. She was able to make it down to just about half way, which is a remarkable effort because she wasn’t wrong about the size of my piece. She kept sucking as she slowly slid her way back up until she reached the tip of my dick, and blew as she went back down again.

Her lips felt so soft around my cock; there was just this feeling of safeness when it came to her sucking my dick, it just felt right. It makes sense, she is my oldest friend, and somehow because of how close we were she seemed to know how to give me my perfect blowjob. She interchanged between sucking like a vacuum and sliding her tongue against my cock every time she pulled up. This whole time she didn’t increase or decrease her speed, she kept a steady pace, which was just the perfect rate for me to get maximum pleasure.

She only picked up the pace when I placed my hands on her head to signify that I was close to coming. Now she was bobbing up and down my cock, foregoing all subtly, it was a dash to the finish line to get me to cum at this point. She actually placed her hands down on the seat cushions to get leverage as she went totally ape shit bananas on my cock. It paid off though because when I came, I came hard, I could feel her sucking as it all spurted inside of her mouth.

Conveniently, after she had finished swallowing all of my seed, the limo came to a stop and I zipped my pants up. I got Amanda out of the door and asked her for money to give to the limo driver. She ruffled through her purse and let out a small gasp.

‘What’s wrong?’ I asked. ‘No money?’

‘No it’s not that,’ she said as I pulled out my wallet.

‘Then what is it?’ I asked.

‘I think I left my keys at the party,’ she said, still rummaging through her purse.

‘It’s okay,’ I started. ‘I’ll just go back and get it; in the meantime you can just wait on the porch.’

‘Thank you,’ she said and gave me some money as she kissed me on the cheek.

‘I’ll be back soon,’ I said as I walked back over to the driver’s window.

‘Hey man my names Josh, how’s it going?’ I said.

‘Uh, I’m Scott and I’m feeling really good, why?’ He replied.

‘Okay, that’s good, Miss Bynes left her keys back at that party, I was hoping you’d be able to take me back to go get them,’ I said.

He looked at me for a moment, thinking about his options. ‘Yeah sure, why not.’

‘Great, thanks,’ I said. ‘Oh, and it’s kind of a long drive, mind if I sit up front?’

‘No, not at all.’

It was a long drive so we got to know each other rather well. This was Scott’s first night on the job, and he told me that it was a job that he might never quit if that night was any indication. When I questioned him why he dodged the question and asked me about what I did, he seemed a little bit bemused when I informed him I was generally unemployed.

‘So, how do you know Miss Bynes?’ He questioned.

‘We’re old friends,’ I said.

‘Friends huh?’ He said.

‘Yeah… friends…’

‘Come on man, you’re fucking her,’ he said grinning.

‘I’m not fucking her,’ I said, defensively.

‘Well, if you’re not already fucking her, you’re going to be fucking her,’ he said.

‘What makes you say that?’ I questioned.

‘Dude, you left a party full of some of the hottest tail in Hollywood for this girl, and now you’re going back, but only to get the damn girls keys, don’t tell me you don’t want to fuck this girl.’

‘So what if I want to fuck her? That doesn’t mean she wants to fuck me,’ I said.

‘Oh, that, I could see it in her eyes from the moment you walked out of that damned apartment that she wanted to fuck you,’ he said and side-glanced at me.

This is my second attempt at a story. It is not the most well written, but I have wrote it in the best way I know how… for now. I want to improve upon my syntax and style in the future of course.

For now, I hope you enjoy it and if it is even a little well received, I have a more complex and interesting story to continue with that I hope will make it an interesting series with a few bumps along the way. Enjoy it anyway, and as always I would love to hear your feedback so I can improve on my next attempts. — MisterNoName

Edited 03-May-2012 — Thank you to Mountainsboyca for pointing how my sloppy errors!


I woke up that morning with a familiar groan as I rolled over in bed and felt across my bedside table until I could turn the alarm off. I pulled the cover up over my head to block out the summer’s bright morning sunlight and tried to get back to sleep. It was useless though as I resigned to my inability to return to slumber and simply pushed the cover from my body and swung my legs to off of the bed. Scratching my naked scrotum, I yawned and stared at the mirror sitting across the room on the wall. I surveyed my body in the morning sunlight and frowned at myself. I was small, standing at only 5’8″ and had not a toned muscle in sight. I was in no way fat and even for my size my shoulders were fairly broad but I was still not happy with my body. There was no reason to do anything about it at that time, of course.

Running a hand through my long and unkempt hair, I rose from my bed and opened by bedroom door into the windowless, and thus dark, hallway beyond. I turned the light on and sighed to myself. I was alone in the house as I always was when I woke up. I never had lessons until after ten in the morning and by that time both my parents were out working and my two younger brothers were already at school.

I showered, shaved and tried to do something with my hair before I gave up completely and stalked off back to my bedroom to get dressed and force myself into sixth form for the last few lessons of the year before exams. The attire I chose was simply a blue chequered shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans with my dark blue vans for trainers. I rarely wore much different.

The journey to school was uneventful also. I listened to my iPod and slouched back on the almost vacant bus as I crept slowly through London towards the old, decrepit, hospital-like building and towards another day of mindless, boring lessons and rubbish.


“Hi,” I mumbled as I saw Rose enter the room to the Psychology lesson.

I looked her up and down. Rose was not her real name; I could not pronounce her real name so I resigned to simply calling her Rose for ease, just like everyone else. Whilst her name was hard to say, looking at her took no difficulty. She was small, about 5’2″ and was very slim. Her hair was only about shoulder length and she had it tied back into a pony tail. Rose’s breasts were the true attraction to her. Her dark brown eyes had nothing on the cleavage which always spilt free from her top. It was a perfect line and you could always just about make out the very edges of the fabric that was her bra. I always thought it a major pity I was in the ‘friend zone’ with Rose. I would like to have given something so much more a shot.

“Hello,” she cheerily replied as she sat on my right and was shortly followed by a second girl who went by the name Sara.

She had dyed hair which often changed colour but on that day was a dark brown, almost black with the bright blonde highlights. She had a body that was even slimmer than Rose’s but she had much smaller breasts which did not take away from her stunning look as she still made sure her breasts were not an unattractive feature. However, her face was the most attractive feature of Sara. She was Asian, with dark swirls of brown for eyes and large, rounded cheeks. She had too many dimples to count which all came out in their beautiful way when she smiled a wide, white smile.

“Hi,” she too said cheerily as she sat on my other side.

The lesson did not take long and we were soon sitting on the tables in an empty classroom chatting to one another during out free period that followed. “Damian” (By the way, my name is Damian) Rose said, stretching out her body into an arch and pushing her chest into the air as I took a quick look, “first,” she continued, “stop looking at my boobs.” I blushed and meekly tried to speak but was quickly spoke over, “Second, you’re skipping your next lesson and meeting one of my friends with Sara and I, got it?”

I nodded my head. I hated going to Economics anyway; it was an incredibly boring lesson. Plus, it gave me more time to stare at Rose’s boobs — rule one: never turn that down.

I should also probably take this time to explain something about myself that may or may not have been obvious to you by now. I was a virgin and mostly because of my ability with girls. I’ll grant you, both the aforementioned women were hot and I was friendly with them, but I could not think for a second how I would ever possibly get one of them to sleep with me.


An hour later and we were walking out of the old building and down the street towards the local town centre. On the way, we stopped off at an off-license and bought some alcohol (what was a social situation without being a little tipsy?) before continuing on and towards the river on the other side of the town where the Thames divided one town from another. We sat on the riverbank and stared out at the water or stared up at the clear blue sky for a while before Rose’s friend finally arrived, coming down the path we had followed earlier and calling out a loud call to Rose as she did so.

She was about an inch smaller than me with dark hair and very light skin. Her eyes were dark brown and she had a friendly smile which she always tilted her head to one side when she showed. Her body was bigger than Sara’s and Rose’s but she was not fat. Rather, she had a much filler figure which made her breasts about the same size as Rose’s but appear wider. She did not hide those breasts as she wore a plain white top which was cut low enough to reveal the very edge of a black bra and plenty of cleavage. Her bottom half was covered in a pair of jeans which she had tucked her top into and hugged onto her arse — which was definitely the best arse of the three girls, both wide and full. Another girl I was sure I was never going to sleep with.

“Hi,” she said, smiling at each of us in turn as Rose introduced her.

I fumbled my words as I tried to speak and Sara saved me by saying her own hellos. (They had apparently met before.) “Hi,” I finally managed to say with an awkward smile.

“That’s Damian, by the way,” Rose said, introducing me as I quite clearly failed to do it for myself. “Let’s drink and play ‘Never Have I Ever.’” Fuck.

‘Never Have I Ever’ is a game where someone says something they have, (or have not done) before everyone who has done what is said, drinks. That doesn’t sound too difficult does it? It happened to be a perfectly awful and embarrassing game for me for good reason. Especially in front of a girl I did not know seeing as at eighteen years old, only one subject was every used for that game – sex. What was Rose playing at?

Sara started the game. “Never have I ever…” she paused and smiled, “had sex in a public place.”

Everyone but me drank and Rose went next. “Never have I ever…” she also paused in thought before smiling at Sam with a wicked smile, “had sex with a girl.”

Sam drank much to my surprise and my pleasure. I did not which caused Sam to choke as she emptied her glass and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Are you gay?” she asked me, completely serious.

“No,” I replied, looking away and staring down the bank and into the water. I should have asked her if she was gay.

“You’ve never had sex?” she asked me, complete surprised in her voice. I took that as a compliment, as bad as that sounds.

“No,” I repeated. I would have lied my arse off in that game if Sara and Sam didn’t know those details about me.

Just as she was about to speak again, Rose spoke up and stood up as she did so, taking Sara’s hand. “We need to find a toilet; we’ll be back in a second.”

I, to this day, do not know if she left Sam and me there alone in such an awkward conversation on purpose but that is what she did nonetheless. I spoke to her about it afterwards but she would only smile and would never give me an answer. I have a sneaking suspicious she knew exactly what Sam was like. I also have a funny feeling that Rose had set this whole thing up in some twisted way. As you’ll see, I did not question her doing that.

The two girls went into the distance and I turned back to Sam hoping that the conversation would move into another direction. It did not however, and instead Sam shifted up on the dry grass that was beneath us to get closer to me. She was sat unnervingly close to me as she stared at me. It was a while before she spoke with a wicked smile across her face and that trademark tilted head. “Okay, so if you’ve never had sex,” she waited a second as she shifted her body and I stayed still awkwardly, “have you done this?”

Before I could react, she pressed her lips against mine and put a hand to the back of my head and would not let me go as I tried to push my head backwards. Well, I sort of tried to push my head backwards but in reality, I was not trying to get away as much as I was making out I was. I was kissing a hot girl ten minutes after meeting her. That was more than I was willing to turn down.

I had to wake up any second…

Eventually, she did pull away and looked at me dead in the eyes. “Well, have you?” I nodded without speaking; I was just about managing to stop my chin from dropping down. I had done that before though, two years before. “Okay,” she said before curling her lips up in thought, “what about this?”

Once again, she leaned forward and put her lips to mine but this time I could feel her tongue pushing against my lips looking for entry into my mouth. I opened my lips and allowed her tongue in as I instinctively began to wrestle my own tongue with hers. I could feel her lips curl into a wicked smile just as her hand felt its way to my thigh and push up very slowly.

Where were Rose and Sara? I have no idea, but I was beginning to hope they would take their time or come back… I was confused really. This was not an ordinary or predictable situation.

Once more, Sam pulled away and stared at me again. “Well?” she asked and I nodded in response as though shell shocked. “Oh, okay then,” she repeated once more as she put her hands down on the grass and used them to stand up. I watched her as she stood and looked down at me and watched her eyes as they moved over me. I felt like I was being surveyed and questioned with her eyes. She knew what she was going to do next though, I am sure that she was always two steps ahead of me at that point.

She stretched a hand out and I took it and got to my feet just as she smiled another wicked smile at me that mirrored the ones she had given me before. I had no idea what was going on but I was just going to follow. This was a new experience. I do not think it was an experience many got in a life time. It was never that easy with girls with me. Still with my hand in hers, she began to walk away from where we were seated. “What about Sara and Rose?” I asked as I followed her nonetheless, looking back with a mixture of guilt for leaving and giddy excitement and fear.

She ignored me as we walked towards some nearby trees that covered the riverbank. She walked between them and then between some more. It was a wood of sorts and soon we were deep enough that we could not see the river or where we had been before but away from any public path. Just as I was about to question her movements, Sam turned around and pushed both my shoulders until I stumbled back and my back hit a nearby tree. I coughed as I watched her step towards me with that same wicked smile upon her face. Her brown eyes dug into mine as she finally reached me and put a hand on either one of my hips, beneath my arms.

Once more she pushed her lips to mine and our tongues continued their dance together. As her tongue snaked into my mouth, one of her hands slipped from my hand and towards the top of my jeans. I moaned something into her mouth but even I was not sure what that was.

“Shh,” I heard her whisper as she unbuttoned the top of my jeans and undid my flies so she could put a delicate and small hand under the hem of my boxers and feel for my cock. She wrapped her fingers around my member and pulled her lips away from mine. As she did that, my heart skipped a beat. I was certain that she was just about to laugh at me, say something that would forever haunt me but what she actually said was much better.

“It’s excited for me…” she began with a seductive tone, “I don’t like to disappoint.”

“Very,” I said, as my cock pulsed happily and I finally found my voice, “but I’ve done this before.”

I do not know where my words came from in that moment but I knew that I was getting as lucky as I had ever got and I was going to take it for everything I could. Sam opened her eyes wide as I spoke, also surprised at the sudden spark of confidence I had seemingly found.

“Well then…” she said, that same beautifully wicked smile on her face, “I’ll have to…” she paused again as she squeezed my member and pecked my lips with hers; “… try something different.”

Before I could speak again, I saw her shift her feet so she was not standing on the roots of the tree I was leant against and she lowered herself down onto her knees. Releasing my member, much to my grunt of disapproval, she pulled both my boxers and jeans to around my ankles and let my member spring free until it was level with her face. She looked it up and down as she put a hand on either of my thighs and leaned in towards it.

Her tongue assaulted me first as the tip of it found the head of my erection and lapped against it as her hand finally found its way back to the bottom of my shaft. I moaned as the tip of her tongue ran around the underside of the head of my cock before running down the shaft and coating it thinly in her saliva. I almost shivered in response and the back of my head knocked against the trunk of the tree as I struggled to look down at the busty woman below me.

She rubbed the shaft of my hardened cock as it flexed under her touch. I smiled down at her but had no idea where to put my hands. I moved them around my side before I finally let them find their way to the very top of her head. I stroked her hair lightly and enjoyed her tongue.

A new feeling accompanied the older one a few seconds later as both of Sam’s lips wrapped the tip and slowly opened to let more and more of my shaft into her waiting mouth until maybe two inches were inside her ever so inviting mouth. It was warm and I was easily able to slip between her lips as she conjured more saliva in her mouth and sucked her cheeks in so a vacuum was created with only her saliva in existence in her mouth. I grunted in approval. She swirled her tongue about and lashed the tip against the head of my cock as she kept it firmly lodged inside her mouth. After what seemed like an eternity she finally took more of me into her mouth until a little over half of my cock was slid between her lips. I finally managed to bring my head up to look down at the woman below me as she brought her head back and slid her lips back until the tip of my cock exited her mouth and she could look up at me with a sly smile.

“Have you done that?” She asked me as she stroked my cock gently at the bottom of the shaft.

I sighed heavily, my chest rising and falling deeply as it took me a while to collect my thoughts. “No… I can’t say I have…” I choked a little, I could feel my cock pulsing in her hand as it willed to be finally and fully relieved.

She must have seen that because she smiled at me once more, rolled her eyes jokingly and leant forward towards my cock with her beautiful lips again. She made sure our eyes were locked together as she slid the head of my rock hard cock back into her mouth and sucked, locking her lips under the ridge of the head. The tip of her tongue dipped into slit at the very tip and I lost eye contact with her as I groaned and rolled my eyes upwards.

My body language must have given me away because she soon unwrapped her lips from my cock and gripped the shaft tightly and squeezed. I heard her speak but trying my best not to cum (and I was clearly about to fail) stopped me from being able to look at her. “Cum for me…” she whispered her words and I moaned and bucked my hips slightly to which she responded my running her grip up and down my shaft quickly and tightly, “give me the hot sticky stuff…”

I did cum for her. I cummed a lot for her as strands of the hot, sticky goo spurted from my member. It took me a few seconds before I was able to put my eyes downwards and see what mess I had made. I pumped a third, fourth and fifth time each with less and less cum as it began to run down her fingers and drip onto the earth beneath us. There was a long line of my cum along her pale arm and she looked up at me with an accomplished smile. “There you are,” she spoke with mischeive in her voice, “you’ve done something new today.”

“Yes, yes, I did,” I said with my voice still laboured as I attempted to regain my ability to breathe again, “but… why?” I asked confused. It made no sense why she had suddenly chose to take me off into the woods and tug me off. I mean, no girl wanted to do that normally… yet she chose to. I wasn’t complaining of course. I was just confused.

Sam did not answer me for a second as she grabbed a tissue from her bag (which I didn’t even notice she had with her) and began to clean herself up and get off from her knees. She brushed herself down, titled her head at me and smiled before she finally answered me. “I’m a slut.” She didn’t say anything else as she hiked her bag over her shoulder and walked off; leaving me to quickly do my jeans up and follow her with a brisk walk.

“Really?” I asked, catching up, “That’s it, you’re a slut?”

“Yep,” she glanced to me at her side, “you don’t mind me being a slut for you, do you?”

“Clearly not,” I said, shrugging. I had never met a girl quite like Sam. I had met a few easy girls in my time but none of them would ever get with me for a start and none of them revelled in being a slut so much, “I guess I should appreciate being another notch on your bedpost.”

“Notch?” she asked as he finally got back into the sunlight and saw Sara and Rose sitting on the grass, facing away from us, “you’re my project.” She didn’t say anything else after that as she picked up her pace and ran back to sit down next to her friends — leaving my wondering where Rose found such a mystery. I followed them and joined them a few seconds later just in time to see Rose give me a strange look and raise an eyebrow.

“Have fun?” Sara asked as I sat down and tried to look anywhere but in their direction. I was awkward and in a new situation — a strange one that I had never expected in a million years when I woke up that morning.

“You could say that,” I mumbled.

Sam cut across me and reach across out little circle and put a hand on my thigh to which my face went bright red, “he had a lot of fun from where I was…” she paused, looked at the two girls, gave a small giggle and finished her sentence, “knelt.”

I almost died from embarrassment as I stared at the ground and picked at the grass between my knees. I remained silent even though I could feel the eyes of the three girls staring at me playfully and teasingly. They knew what I was like after all. After several more seconds of silence and my red face, I finally lifted my chin and looked around at each of the three girls. “She did have a pretty good view…”


Nothing else was said for sometime after and soon we left the riverside and began to short walk back up the town’s high street towards the station and buses. At first, we all walked in a close square while the three girls talked and I just walked along with a bemused, happy smile on my face. I felt like I was in another world for a little while.

That only lasted until we reached the bus stop and found Rose hugging Sam. “We’re off to Sara’s,” Rose informed both Sam and I. I opened my eyes wide as I realised that I would be left alone with Sam for the first time since we emerged from the woods. “Damian…” I heard my name through my thoughts, “Damian, give me a hug, I’m going.” I shook my head, looked at Rose, hugged her and then hugged Sara. I’m pretty sure I mumbled goodbye at some point as well.

Rose and Sara crossed the road into the station and I watched them as they left, too scared to look to my left where Sam was standing. We were there for a good minute and I half expected in that time for Sam to break the ice or say something to me to make me even more uncomfortable. She seemed content on letting the silence remain awkwardly. I’m pretty sure she was always scheming, even by letting there be so much silence or no words or actions at all.

That silence and not looking at Sam was kept up right until the point when the bus arrived and my instinct was the stand back and let Sam onto the bus first. I followed her immediately, almost bumping into her as I was sure she stopped suddenly on purpose. I raised an eyebrow at her as she glanced at me before she sat down on one of the only two empty seats on the bus and I sat beside her. I tried to look away but she began to speak and I had no choice but to look at her. “You should let ladies go first more often.”

I did not understand the statement at first as I raised an eyebrow at her. “What are you talking…” then I realised what she meant. She went down on me and then I allowed her to get on the bus first. She could turn anything into something sexual. She was the biggest flirt I had ever met. I was not.

“When do you return the favour anyway?” she asked, like it was not some sort of big deal. I, on the other hand, almost choked on my own breath as I opened my eyes wide at her, “what? You think I don’t expect an orgasm-by-orgasm basis?” She didn’t even seem to care that we were in a public place. I tried to hush her but she just ignored me and carried on trying to embarrass me, “so, when?”

I kept my voice much lower but tried to respond in a way which would not seal away any chance of getting with Sam again. She was a slut, but that did not mean that I would ever get to be with her again — I was hopeful more than anything. “When do you suppose?” I could flirt, right?

I think I surprised Sam with what I said because it took her a little while to come up with a response of her own. “Hmm…” she flexed a little in her seat so her chest pressed out suggestively, “how about now?” I was about to ask her what she was talking about when she got up, pushed past me and grabbed my hand. She led us off the bus without a single word from me. It took me a second to realise but we were actually at my stop anyway and apparently, she lived no more than a few houses down. How I had never seen her or met her, I’ll never know.

I went to walk away to my house, careful not to act like I was to assume anything was about to happen between us. She pulled on my hand and dragged me the other way and I almost tripped as I turned myself around and walked down the street behind her. She led us not far away and then got to her garden gate and pushed it open to lead me up the path to her front door.

It was happening. A girl that I had just met a few hours before was now about to take me into her house so that we could carry on our sexual exploits that we had started in a public place not long before. I gulped and tried to speak but instead mumbled something that no one could under my breath as Sam pushed her key into the door and let us both into the hallway.

“What?” she asked, as she closed the door behind us and we stood in the hallway awkwardly together. She did not say anything else or search for an answer to her question as she threw her bag from her shoulder and onto the stairs. “Come on then,” she said as we reached the door to her living room, “seduce me.”

She was a tease and she thrived off of being in an awkward situation with me. She gave me a sly smile, titled her head and raised both her eyebrows so she could entice me into the room. She wanted me to pretend like I was going to seduce her but she was certainly still seducing me. Not that any seducing needed to be done for me, I was more than willing to do anything. She seemed to want me to do something though as she sat down, perched on the edge of the seat and crossed her legs. She wanted me to what? Did she want me to uncross her legs? What was I suppose to do anyway?

“I’ve never done this…” I said, before immediately turning red, well aware that I was killing the mood and possibly the chance of seeing and feeling more of Sam.

Sam put her elbow on her knee and held her chin as she looked at me with another sly smile, “I’m not giving you any pointers… you owe me one though.”

My next actions were a little bit robotic as I heaved a heavy breath in an attempt to compose myself as I too sat down on the couch and took a few seconds before I chose my action. I raised my right hand and reached across my body until I slip my fingers under her hair and lean towards her to kiss her lightly. I withdrew almost as soon as my lips touched hers. She spoke, choosing my actions for me, “that’s it, that’s exactly it.” She nodded at me. I felt like she was my teacher for a few seconds and I was her very inexperienced student. In a way, that wasn’t far from the truth.

When I kissed her again I was able to reach out with my left hand and rest the palm on her side, feeling the shape of the curve in her body. I kissed her for much longer and much more confidently than the first time, feeling with each passing second that I was doing the right thing. I continued to think that, right until the point that Sam suddenly pulled away and I thought for sure that I had screwed something up with her. I felt a sudden release of tension as she instead pulled her white top over her head and revealed her bra clad chest that was beneath.

That chest was probably the single greatest thing I had ever seen up until that point in my short life. Her breasts needed to be barely pushed up to form cleavage as they attempted to spill free from the confines of the dark material. I could just about see the beginning of hardened nipples through the material and anything else I saw was soon gone as I felt myself instinctively lean forward and begin to kiss Sam again. The kiss began to evolve quickly as our mouths began to open and our tongues began to play with one another. They wrapped around each other as we shared our saliva and want for sexual release. As the kiss continued, I leant forward further, pushing some of my weight onto Sam as she leant back until her head rested against the arm of the sofa we were seated on.

The hand that I had on the back of her neck brushed down her shoulder and then down her arm again. The back of my fingers danced lightly against the skin until I was able to move inwards and feel the area just below her bra. I rubbed my thumb against the skin and a low moan was emitted into my mouth from Sam’s gratifying body. I could still feel the nerves of the encounter getting to me as I was slow to take my hand upwards. Slowly, my palm was able to move upwards over the material of her bra so that the bottom of my palm where my hand and wrist were about to meet could push gently inside her cleavage. Her breasts were firm, they hardly moved under my hand but they felt so good, even over the material of her bra.

The moan I received as I squeezed for the first time was stronger than that of the first one. I did not bring my head away as I leant over and into her. Her breathing grew heavier as her chest pushed further out with each separate intake of breath. I could not see it but I could hear her moving her hands lower, her arms over mine until she was able to unbuckle her jeans and open them up in a suggestive manner.

That was when we finally parted lips for the first time in what felt like a very long time. She looked at me with another smile but this one did not seem to be so full of sly behaviour but instead it looked like hunger. Like she was expecting, excited for what she knew she was about to get from me. She darted her eyes downwards as I stared into them, still supporting myself as I leant over her. I knew what I had to do, but doing it was another matter. Other than to kiss, I had never used my lips on a woman before. I did not know where my tongue should stimulate or where my lips should caress. I think on some level, Sam knew that and for the first time since she started this entire awkward situation, she was helpful. She sat up slightly, and I followed as she put her arms around her own back and unclasped her bra so it fell forward off of her shoulders and then to the floor beneath us as she discarded it.

“Don’t leave me disappointed…” she warned me in her flirtatious tone. Somehow I also knew it was a caring and guiding tone. One that would teach me yet would still make everything sexy and not ever at the cost of her own personality. She was going to be one hell of a sexual mate — one hell of a first sexual mate.

I feared disappointing her but everything to that point had been down to instinct. It had been down to doing whatever I wanted in the hope that she would like it too. I followed that same mantra as I leant forward again but instead of pressing my lips to hers, I planted a kiss directly on her nipple. I could feel it hard under my lips and I took that as a good sign as I pulled it away from the skin with the suction of my lips until it ‘popped’ free of my mouth. I felt my hand go to her lower back as I did so and then felt her raise her chin and shiver slightly as I repeated the same action on her other nipple.

That was when she began to talk to me more. To direct me more as she threw out the ‘seduce me’ and went back to being the Sam that was more naturally. The natural Sam was more than happy to be in a position where she could direct and control. She was not dominating but suggestive as she spoke to me. She made me feel like each thing was because of my achievements to do the last so well. “Take my clothes off,” she suggested as I pulled my head from her chest and looked at her in the eye confidently for possibly the first time yet, “I want you to see all of me.” I wanted to see all of her as well, so I had no complaints.

I did not complain at all as I, in silence, descended to my knees as she had done earlier for me and nestled between her legs. I raised my hands to the side of her open jeans and tugged on the material as she raised her arse until she was able to wriggle out of the tight fitting garment and take her panties with it. As I pulled her jeans free from her bare feet and returned my eyes upwards once again, I saw for the first time just what I had managed to accomplish on that day. From zero to hero was an understatement for me, as far as I was concerned.

I don’t know what I had been expecting to be between her legs but what I saw was the most glorious image. She was cleaned shaved (apparently it was not just in porn they did that) and had puffy pink lips that were neat and tidy. She looked after herself, perhaps because in her own self-admission, she was slut. I slid my eyes up her body from my new position and let me eye take in every bit of uncovered flesh that was now completely at my disposal. I could do whatever I pleased with her — I was just hopeful that she would be pleased. As my eyes found her face, I could see a strand of free hair lying across her face as she stared at me with that hungry smile I had seen briefly.

That smile told me everything I needed to know as I raised my hands to her knees and pushed with my palms so her legs opened a little further for me. My lips pressed for her skin again. Her skin was smooth but hot as I kissed her inner thigh and pecked upwards slightly as my hands went inwards towards the pink price at the end. A prize which, as much as I desired it, scared me. It was a good kind of fear though, more apprehension which came to a head as my lips pressed their first kiss on her mound, randomly almost. I followed it with a second, third and forth with each receiving satisfying sounds and movements from Sam.

Then I finally found it. That one place on her body which would melt her into a quivering mess and make her lose control for once. Her clit was poking out at the top, unburied from its hood, begging me to administer it the same loving treatment that I had given the rest of her womanhood thus far. I did not hesitate. I was unsure of myself, that was true and I had no idea if what I was doing was in fact right or wrong. I did not even know if there was a right and wrong. If there was a definite right and wrong though, kissing her clit definitely appeared to be right as the moment my lips found her pleasurable spot, her body gave a quick jolt of excitement.

I heard her giggle as I repeated the action and flicked my tongue lightly across it. Halfway through another giggle, she gasped and took sudden intake my breath as my lips suctioned her clit into my mouth. I covered my teeth with my lips and rolled her clit between my lips as I felt fit. Then I felt her hand descend and grip my hair tightly, pushing me into her pussy and giving me a reinsurance that I was doing the right thing. Her knees raised either side of my head so her feet were on the sofa and her heels were against her arse. The movements and the sounds gave me new vigour to press down harder on her clit and roll it around more.

As the seconds past, her breathing became heavier still and I could hear her almost panting as she tried to keep herself in control with a hand still buried in my hair. She remained with that control until about two seconds after I slipped my middle finger inside her, about two knuckles deep. With a large moan, different parts of her body moved with extreme speed to a new position. Her legs kicked out and bent over my shoulders and ankle locked around my neck while her other hand joined the first in my hair and she leant forward so I was in almost darkness. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” was all I heard for a few seconds before she finally loosened up again from her explosive orgasm and stared down at me as I brought my tongue away, “now get your clothes off and fuck me.”

She was controlling but it was not quite an order. Rather, she was telling me what she wanting and without a hesitation telling me that I could have exactly what I wanted. I was about to lose my virginity to someone I had met a few hours ago. All I had to do with fuck her right then, right there. I was not going to tell her ‘no,’ I can assure you. So, standing up, I removed my clothes as she idly rubbed her clit again as she caught her breath back and stared at me. “I don’t have a condom,” I said, realising that my virginity loss could about to be in jeopardy.

“Do you really think I’m not on the pill?” she asked me, a definite drag of sarcasm riveting through her voice.

“Fair point…” I said, giving her a sly smiling as I called her a slut in not so many words, “going to help me?” I said that, with the intention of sounding like I was actually confident and had some sort of control over at least myself, but in truth I was just trying to get her to tell me what to do or even better — do it for me.

No such luck obviously. “No,” she said, narrowing her eyes at me, “I want you to fuck me.” She had no hesitations like me. She was fucking with me though, and I am pretty sure that she was aware of it. Maybe she was testing me?

“Okay,” I said, a slight crack in my voice this time, definitely giving the game away to which she did not respond, “I’ll fuck you.” I was telling myself that I was going to do that. Not her. Taking my cock in my hand, I stepped forward to where she was leant back on the chair. As she saw me more, she moved her hand away from masturbating herself and slid down the sofa slight so she was on the edge where I could stand between her legs. I took the cue and bent slightly, feeling my hand shaking as I moved towards her.

She continued not to help of course as she stared at me and just smiled what I can only describe as a very sensual smile. I stared back at her, unsure of where else I was supposed to put my eyes. Then I took the plunge, lowering my cock and pushing the head at her entrance which offered little resistance as I slid into the wet cavity. Her eye lids fluttered and her smile turned from seductive to victorious, aware that she was taking my virginity I assumed. I leant forward, easing myself into her further and putting my head to the side of hers where her tongue flicked out and tickled my earlobe and she whispered into my ear, “Have I been the kind of girl who likes it slowly so far?” The sound of her seductively whispering could have made me cum right there but I fought it off to groan lowly as I pushed my hips until I was fully inside her and was able to raise them again comfortably and to my surprise, naturally.

I repeated the action and could feel Sam’s hands in my hair and her mouth caressing my ear as she sucked the lobe into her mouth and bit on it lightly. “Come on,” I heard her say again as one of those hands fell to grab my arse and push me into her. I was scared but I knew what I had to do at the same time and took a few seconds to build the courage before I drove into her the first time. Then I pushed into her quick and hard a second time to which she groaned loudly into my ear followed by another, more strained whisper: “that’s it.” Then I did it again and again until I was pistoning in and out of her, aware that I would not last long at that speed. She seemed to have less worries as her arms locked around my neck, apparently no longer needed to spur me on and her legs locked around my back so she was hanging onto me.

“You liked getting fucked?” I whispered into her ear, each syllable followed by a thrust as I spoke with confidence that I had found somewhere in the previous ten seconds.

“Yes…” she struggled and I smiled, “your cock,” the words random, “I’m gonna…” the slightest of pauses before she changed her mind, “I’m cumming.” The ‘m’ in ‘cumming’ was prolonged as she squeezed herself against me and seemed to hold on for dear life, her breasts pressing into me as her body involuntarily tried to lift up and into me above her.

I felt her tighten around my member, groan further into my ear and then settle back down beneath me just as I pushed for a final time into her and felt the sweet release of my own orgasm. My balls tensed up before explosively firing out jets of cum into her snatch. She squealed and giggled into my ear as I let out a low moan and tried to push into her a few more times before finally being able to open my eyes which I had clamped shut and lifting my head, triumphantly.


I am not sure at what point during sex you have lost your virginity but once I felt the last of my seed leave my sack, I was certain that I had managed it. Pulling out of Sam, I looked her once more in the eye and she smiled an open mouthed, panting smile at me. I sat down next to her, leaning forward and rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands. I struggled to make my breathing go back to normal as the brilliance of the last few moments slipped away so that normality could resume.

“You alright?” I heard a concerned voice say, “What’s wrong?”

Ned briefed Mrs. Smith regarding Emily’s sensual massage skills. Based on her performance, he would file a revised score of excellent and no added instruction was necessary. He shared her concern for the grading system’s lack of uniformity. First Emily, then Destiny had received unfair evaluation assessment reports. If the students supposed the grading system to be arbitrary, they would be disheartened from expending optimal efforts to improve.

Mrs. Smith said the control experiments’ hotel bookings were confirmed. She thought four simple tests should give an adequate measure of the evaluation grading procedures. The tests would include horizontal oral sex, stationary seated vaginal cock milking, missionary position and after sex bathing. She had briefed the two students participating in the duplicate assessments. They agreed that they must strive to perform the exact same way for each transporter. They were told the transporters would compare notes later to expose any inconsistencies. They thought they were being gaged for their consistency rather than the evaluators.

There was a knock at the door. Mrs. Smith voiced her permission to enter and a fashionably dressed student demurely passed through the doorway. Ned’s eyes surveyed the black strappy heels, left ankle bracelet, taupe stockings, grey wool pencil skirt, and white silky blouse covering the statuesque physique. The column of beauty was classic East European topped with long, dark wavy hair and brown eyes. Her face was accentuated with smoky eyelids and rosy lips as it expressed quiet anticipation.

“Ned, this is Flora. She is your first evaluation assessment subject. She has been briefed on the procedures. Flora has agreed to strive for excellent and consistent performance during both evaluations. Flora, this is Ned. He will transport you to your first evaluation assessment. When he has completed your evaluation assessment, he will steer you to your second evaluation assessment. Any questions?”

Having none, Ned stood and led Flora by the hand from the building, into his car and drove her to the hotel where the dual evaluation assessments would take place. They arrived early in the afternoon and had until noon the next day to complete their assigned tasks.

Ned directed Flora to undress and put away her garments. Clothes were superfluous until noon tomorrow. She shed her clothes and hung them in the closet. Full nudity suited Flora. Ned undressed to his boxers and, sweeping back the covers, lay on bed. Without further ado, Flora climbed in and her hair brushed his genitals as she pulled his shorts off. Taking his manhood inside, she employed long strokes, then short strokes and held the knob lightly by her teeth as he exploded.

They rested and in the evening Flora spent an hour sitting on Ned’s groin as she pulsed her cunt muscles rhythmically up his cock. Ned relished the sensations and eventually ejaculated. Flora dismounted and settled herself in bed. Ned fell asleep with Flora’s head draped on his arm, her boobs pressed to his side and her hair draped on his chest.

Morning broke and they positioned themselves for the next evaluation step. Ned lay atop Flora, groin to groin. They kissed and tongued each other’s mouth for some time. Ned raised his hips, Flora spread her loins, her hand placed Ned’s cock and he entered her. She bent her knees and touched her heels to his butt. He settled into the saddle and pumped. Flora rolled her hips in time with the pulsation. She opened her mouth and they bobbed their tongues. Ned wrapped his arms around hers and crushed her boobs to his chest. Her rubbery mounds wiggled between them. No words were spoken but the room was filled with noises: mattress squeaking, panting breaths, fleshy squishes and suppressed moans. At last, the consummation of their efforts arrived and they crashed into simultaneous orgasms. Ned exhaled and Flora’s contorted body buoyed his relaxed bulk. She rubbed his sweat streaked back. Ned lifted his head, stared into Flora’s eyes and kissed her ardently as he slowly shrank inside her.

Ned rolled over and closed his eyes. He awoke to the sound of running water. Flora was preparing his morning bath and he wandered into the bathroom for the final evaluation step. Flora was standing beside the garden tub. Her hair was piled atop her head. Ned lowered his bulk into the warm water. Flora kneeled by the tub and thoroughly cleaned, massaged and satisfied Ned. After Ned was dry and wrapped in a bathrobe, she bathed and restored her makeup. They watched TV until it was almost noon. Ned dismissed Flora who grabbed a bathrobe and departed quickly to be on time for her second evaluation. A short while later there was a knock on the door. Ned opened to find Flora standing in her skimpy bathrobe.

Ned smirked at her half exposed body. “Forget your clothes, Flora?” She laughed and slipped past him into the room. After Ned closed the door, she turned and dropped her robe. Ned’s head motioned towards the closet.

“I’m not Flora. I’m Fawn, her twin sister. We wear ankle bracelets on opposite legs for others to tell us apart. See mine is on the right and Flora wears hers on the left. I was told your name is Ned. Are you ready to start my second evaluation assessment?” Ned smiled a very broad grin. Mrs. Smith had removed the visual stimulation test variable by using identical twins.

Ned removed his robe and lay on the bed. Fawn performed a first class blowjob and then they rested. In the evening, she duplicated her sister’s hour of upright vaginal cock milking. Ned couldn’t feel any difference between the sisters’ cunt wall textures. Morning dawned with Ned and Fawn’s bodies locked in passion duplicating his previous day. If he hadn’t confirmed that the ankle bracelet was welded and not clasped, he could have believed Flora had simply switched ankles. Fawn’s bath techniques were more complete and sensual than Flora’s. Late in the morning, Fawn donned Flora’s closeted clothes and Ned delivered Fawn back to the senior facility.

Ned filed his evaluation assessment report on both twins. Mrs. Smith thanked him for his labors. She had no immediate coaching requests, so Ned returned to his onsite residence suite to await his next assignment.

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There we were, on the bed, exhausted. Well, they were on the bed. I had slid down with the bedding and was in a pile on the floor. I looked up, and Carina was staring down at me, a drowsy sexy smile on her face. I smiled back.

“Fuck. That was incredible. I think I don’t believe it happened.”

“Y’know something?” Lilja mumbled from up on the bed.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me explain.

We shared a terrace. Three bedrooms, tall ceilings, pretty run down. Now I’ll explain what a terrace is. It’s a kind of house.

Years ago now, you could rent an old inner-city house that was one of a set all joined together in a row – a terrace. They were built economically (ie. cheaply) in the 19th century. The front was a tiny garden, door and front-room windows. The only access to the back was down a lane at the rear and into the tiny back yard (where the toilet was). While a lot were renovated, the shabby ones were still affordable if you shared with friends. This is all important, as that’s how it started.

Carina and I had the front room as a couple. In the other two rooms were Norma and Lilja, friends from uni days who needed a place just as we came back from travelling overseas. Norma’s Italian heritage made sure we ate well, and Lilja’s Finnish background was a source of great stories – and brutal vodka from her father’s still. We had a great set-up, and no mistake. We laughed a lot, told a lot of cheeky stories and nearly persuaded each other to like our own music. And on the odd occasion, when someone rushed out of the shower late for work, I used to daydream of possibilities…

I should say at the start, Carina and I had great sex. She liked the classic missionary position, staring into each other’s eyes as my cock went into her wet channel (she used to get very wet). Tender kisses on her lips and neck. She was a bit plump, and I loved the soft feel of her body and generous breasts. From behind, her big round bottom was a joy and a turn-on, and I could never get enough of seeing my cock reaming into her as her juices spread out across her wide thighs, plastering our hairs to our skin. Not a bony ride by any means.

We were having the aforesaid great sex one afternoon. We had started with her on the edge of the bed, big thighs spread so I could take in her full, slightly hairy lips opened wide. Her clit was just appearing as I eased my cock into her willing furry pussy. (I can’t stand the fashion for shaving women’s nether regions: the underage/pedo look frankly creeps me out.)

This was good, and Carina was rolling her hips deliciously. I climbed up the bed and rolled her legs up so I could run my nails up her bottom and all the way along the backs of her thighs, tickling behind her knees. She moaned with pleasure and brought her own hands around to pull her buttocks wider. She ran her hands around her anus and felt my wet cock sliding in and out of her pussy, stretching her labia. She swung her legs down and started to rub her clit. She was going easily up to orgasm when we heard the footsteps.

We had left the curtains open. I was never fussed about our nudity, but Carina was sometimes a bit shy. This time we’d just plain forgot. We froze. Who was it? Would they go away?

We recognised Norma’s vague humming, so it wasn’t a stranger or a power supply salesman. She had a key, she’d let herself in and we could continue.


Norma plonked her bag on the windowsill of our room – being old style it was wide and just the right height for searching a messy handbag. She dug around for her key, then chanced to look up.

Her face was priceless. Shock, surprise, a naughty twinkle in her eye, all happened at once. She usually had a smile on, and it got even bigger then. She saw us naked, my cock stopped in mid-thrust, Carina’s hand lost in her pubic hair and still on her clit; she caught Carina’s eye and both of them got the giggles. It was quite ridiculous, really.

Something came over me. I plopped out of Carina and raced to our closed door. I thought “now or never, old son” and opened the door on a startled Norma. I grabbed her hand and dragged her into our room. She dropped her bag at the door as I started tugging on her top. “Edwin!” was all she said as she initially resisted, then relaxed. Back at uni, we’d shared a few long deep kisses, and seen each other naked at late night pool parties, so I guess she was thinking, why not? I don’t know what I was thinking.

I pulled off her t-shirt to reveal her big generous breasts. Still in their bra, they looked gorgeous, heavy and round, begging to be loved. I put my hands under them and lifted them up to my kisses. “Edwin! You’re naughty!” she said with her characteristic giggle and a little shudder. I gave her my best wicked smile and kissed and nibbled her collarbone and shoulder. She put her hands on my hips.

I reached around and somehow managed to unclip her bra. Her great melons spilled out, showing her huge brown areoles and big nipples, larger than Carina’s and pointing slightly lower. The sight of them brought my slightly forgotten erection up again, as did licking and sucking the big soft teats.

I led her backwards and around to the bed where Carina was still lying, watching the whole thing, hand still toying with her pussy. Norma was breathing heavily with desire already. She let me undo her belt and buttons, and I wriggled her jeans down to reveal lacy red panties. They joined the jeans around her ankles. What glory, she had a vigorous dark bush growing under, letting out a sweet perfume of active body and new arousal. I pushed her over and she went down with a squeal. Her big boobs rolled around as she put her hands up so as not to hit Carina. One breast rolled off and bumped against her and I could compare the slightly darker skin of Norma against Carina’s snowy white mounds.

I was in a crazy mood. In no time I had Norma’s shoes and socks off and I got on the bed too. I rolled her over so she was facing Carina and squeezed her between our two bodies. “Kiss!” I ordered, and they complied. I bit Norma’s shoulder again and she giggled and hunched. Then she went down and suckled Carina’s breasts. This let me stretch over and kiss her. She looked a bit flushed and startled, but was enjoying the extra attention. Then I climbed over both of them so I could get more of Carina.

She rolled onto her back; Norma kept her attention on her big soft breasts while I worked around to eat her pussy. It tasted lighter and sweeter than Norma’s scent, but similar. Carina managed to grab my cock as I went over her, and she fondled it and playfully poked Norma in the face with it. Norma bit it and I yelped.

I worked out a way to eat Carina’s pussy while I played with Norma’s glorious bush. She helped by spreading her legs, which allowed my fingers to feel up into her hot wet cleft. She felt so ready as she squirmed to my touch. I was ready too.

“Who wants to come?” I asked. “Ooh yes,” said Norma, ready as ever to experiment. Carina didn’t say, but had been rubbing her clit the way I knew would bring her to orgasm. “Come for me then!” I commanded. I must have sounded ridiculous, but we were too involved to care. The girls lay back and started rubbing their clits vigorously. Norma’s was long and pale, and I could see it as she pulled back her hairy lips. Carina’s was shorter and smaller, but stood out more. They were both breathing hard now, and rubbed their voluptuous full bodies at the same time. Norma had a way of squeezing her full titties and making the nipples stand out, while Carina had a shudder which made her breasts and whole body wobble. I playfully tickled or scratched one then the other.

As they got close and the smells of their juices filled the air, they started to whimper. “More noise!” I ordered “Scream for me!” They started to moan louder, Carina higher pitched than Norma. Their fingers fluttered over their pussies as they both thrust their hips up. As they came, almost together Carina shrieked. “Ah, ah, AAAAAAaaaaaah O God!” Followed by Norma “Oh, oh, oh, ooooohh FUUUUUCK!” They both fell back on the bed, and held hands.

What a sight! Damp, panting, their pussies pink with rubbing, the girls lay skin to skin. The smell of their come filled me with crazy pleasure.

“That was very good. As your reward I will fuck both of you.” This made them burst out laughing, but I meant it. I climbed onto Norma – I’ll admit I had wanted to taste her joys for some time now – and with a smile I put my cock up to her sopping cleft and eased my way in. She felt so warm and loose, and full of love-juice. She guided me in to go all the way down. I watched my cock disappear inside, then slid my shaft in and out of her hairy cunt, and bent down to suckle her huge rolling breasts. They were wobbling to my thrusts as I worked her delicious hole. Then I pulled out and moved over to Carina. My lover gave me a long penetrating stare and I wondered momentarily what on earth we were doing, then she lifted her legs and pulled her pussy lips apart for my cock, wet with Norma’s fluids. It was tighter and I felt some resistance at the bottom of my stroke, but felt wonderful. Her familiar smell turned me on as I filled her channel and held her big hips.

Norma was stroking my arm beside me as I fucked Carina; with her other arm she was stirring her clit. It was just too much and I could feel my climax coming. I had a mad idea to come in the air and see where my semen would end up, so I pulled out of Carina. As I was pumping my reddening cock, I looked up and saw Lilja in the doorway.

“The door was open, I just came in… what’s happening here?”

“Come in, come in!” Norma was cheerful as always. “It’s a fuck party. I think Edwin’s about to unload all over us.”

“I… I think I’ll just watch. Is that all right?”

“Only if you take your clothes off!” I put in. Lilja was very well-built by my tastes, so I was looking forward to seeing her pearly white body.

Norma got up and very gently led Lilja in and started to undress her. She was a bit plump too, and we all savoured the sight of her smooth pale shoulders, her big heavy breasts with small bright pink nipples on white skin, her soft tummy with a deep belly button. I had an urge to put my cock in it.

Once completely naked she sat on the bed. Carina said to me, “We came for you, now you come for us.” What could I say? I had no choice! With three gorgeous full girls in front of me I started to rub my manhood. They watched intently as I slid the skin up and down, still wet from their juices. Sometimes I drew the foreskin over the shiny helmet, sometimes my hand went right down to my balls. With my other hand I stroked their thighs, rustled their marvellous pubic bushes or wet my fingers in their pussies to smell their scent or lubricate my throbbing cock.

Lilja was naturally a pale blonde, and her bush was a golden toast colour. She had a different smell again. I preferred the other two, but hey, no complaints from over here! She watched every move, of mine and of the other girls, who were rubbing themselves. Sexy pink blushes appeared on her cheeks and chest.

I straddled first one girl, then the other, inviting them to lick my cock as I fucked my hand. Carina kissed the head, took in a bit then pushed it away. Norma sucked the head in, then played her tongue around the helmet, dribbling her spit over it. It felt too good and I knew my climax was coming. I thrust my hips up and pumped my cock hard. I felt the thick channel underneath twitch. Lilja was leaning over to see better and her big pale boobs were swinging. I needed them. With a gasp I came in spurt after spurt, pointing at Lilja and splashing my white semen on her pearly skin. She gasped too as my thick juice spattered across her marvellous tits. I squatted down and pushed my softening cock into her generous belly button. My cock head fitted in beautifully and my come filled the hole, oozing down into her fine golden pubes.

“Edwin’s so randy he can fuck a belly button!” giggled Norma.

“What other holes of yours can I fuck?” I replied.

“You tell us!” was the cheeky answer.

Lilja looked slightly shocked as my come moved slowly down her breasts. A drop slid to her nipple and hung there. Norma leant over and sucked it up, kissing and caressing the soft flesh. I bent down to kiss the other, taking the tiny nipple and areole in. I could feel the point harden to our touch. Then I saw Carina’s hands on her shoulders, massaging and stroking them. She was kneeling behind Lilja, who put her head back to kiss her deeply. I stroked her upturned chin, going down her neck and breasts. Her smell got stronger.

Norma and I seemed to have the same idea: to explore Lilja’s pale cunt. She spread her legs and we squatted in front. She had quite small pussy lips, covered in golden curls, unlike Norma’s big fleshy lips or Carina’s gently rounded ones that let the wrinkled inner labia show through. We each prised one side open to see her vivid pink vagina, beautifully ringed by her hairs. We’d opened her up, and a trickle of clear juice came out and ran down to her tiny anus. I stretched in and licked the juice from around her back hole. She wriggled her hips with pleasure. Norma squeezed in above and searched for her clit, finding the small white button in the pink folds. She licked it then blew on it, licked then blew, making Lilja gasp and grind against us. Up really close I watched Norma insert a finger, then two into her soaking channel. She started moaning and gasping. She slumped back onto the bed, as Carina kissed her and suckled her breasts, Norma worked her clit and vagina and I ran my tongue around the wrinkled skin her anus.

“Oh God, oh fuck, no, no, yes!” She slurred.

The three of us worked on Lilja’s pleasure, stroking, pressing her soft flesh, licking, tickling. She was flushing more, her skin starting to feel damp. I was enjoying the unusual sensation of her rim when suddenly as her orgasm came closer, her anus relaxed and puckered out. Here was my chance. Scooping up some of her liberal juices, I soaked my finger and pushed it in.

“OWW!! FUCK! GOD! EEEEEEYYYEEEAAAHHHH!!! Lilja clamped every hole as her orgasm shuddered through her. Her whole body stiffened, shook, then slowly relaxed. her skin shone with fine sweat and the sheen of orgasm. Norma and I watched her come trickling down over our hands and around her heaving thighs. Her whole body was heaving with her breathing, and had more pink patches. It all looked so fuckable. My cock had hardened with all the excitement, and was more than ready. Then I realised Norma was squatting just beside me…

I eased her up onto her hands and knees and rubbed my cock up and down her big warm channel. She looked around with a surprised but naughty look, then curled her back down to present all of her fine hairy glistening cunt.

“Gently does it big boy.”

I took the hint and slowly eased my cock in. It seemed familiar this time, big and warm and ready. My balls rustled against her hairs as my shaft disappeared Into her. Her big breasts swung gently. Her body rocked with my easy thrusts as I fucked that glorious cunt. Carina and Lilja watched as Norma rested her shoulders on the bed, and with her free hands strummed her clit. I felt her vagina walls open and close on me as her climax built up.

“Can you feel my cock inside you? Can you feel it spreading your arse cheeks and pushing further into you?”

Norma liked the dirty talk and giggled. “Oh yes, my cunt can feel you. You’re so deep it’s pushing me around.”

“It’s filling your hole. I’m gonna come and fill you up, fill your cunt with my sperm, slap my balls on your pussy and shoot into you.”

“OH YES!! Come in me, come now, co… co… aaaAAAAAH! Fuck! Fuck me!”

Norma’s orgasm sent me off the edge, I thrust once or twice more and unloaded my semen into her. On one thrust my still-firm cock came out and prodded against her lightly-haired anus. Come oozed out around my cock head and soaked her hole. Her big fleshy lips hung open and shone with her juices.

She climbed up on the bed. I tried to follow, but collapsed on all the legs of the watchers.

“Poor boy, he looks a bit spent!” The girls smiled down at me.

“Just give me a minute. Maybe five. Possibly more. Hey since it was your gorgeous beautiful bodies that wrecked me, you can help revive me. Could be worth your while.”

“Edwin, you’re a cheeky bastard! But a considerate fuck. That was really nice then, thank you. Carina, you’re a lucky one. Well, come on girls, looks like we have to do this one.”

Norma signalled to Lilja, and the two of them handled my soft cock. It felt wonderful, but all I could manage was a sigh and a little extra come, which Norma wiped up and patted on Lilja’s unspattered nipple. Lilja squealed.

Then all three just rubbed me down, stroking my arms, going through the hairs on my chest, caressing my thighs and lower legs. Norma kissed my nipples, which sent tingles down my body.

“You are making me feel great, ladies. I think someone else should take over from me as master.”

“Master!” scoffed Carina. “Are you the master, or your dick?” This seemed to stir the said dick which was gradually firming up. It was quite red, and tender as well.

Norma spoke up. “I reckon Carina’s not getting her share of attention. Lilja got all three of us, I’ve fucked Edwin till he can’t stand up; it’s Carina’s turn.”

“I’m not sure. This is all so seriously odd. I’ve liked it, but I feel funny about it. I dunno. It’s too weird…” Carina’s tense voice and glistening eyes suggested tears were coming. I got up.

“Carina baby, this is just fun. We all love each other, and we sure know how to give each other pleasure, but what I feel for you is way more. Real caring love.”

“I guess you’re right, but it’s just, too much I think. I’ve never done anything like this before. What am I supposed to think…”

“Don’t over think it, love. Come here, lover.”

Hugging her closely, I gently laid her on our bed. I curled up behind her and stroked her hair and shoulders, kissing her ears. I worked to ease her tension. Lilja knew something about it, being less outgoing and crazy than Norma or me. She gently stroked Carina’s arm and hip. Norma followed suit, and we gently made Carina relax.

Not all of me relaxed. My stiffening cock was now resting between Carina’s generous buttocks, and was hard again. I rubbed it up and down her crack to see if she liked it. She seemed to.

I pushed my cock down towards her furry pussy. She lifted her leg slightly to make it easier to enter her. I nodded to Lilja, who understood. She carefully lifted the leg a bit higher, giving me better access and her a good look into Carina’s swollen, shining pussy. I eased my cock into her familiar channel, and from behind her we gently fucked. Lilja held her legs and stroked the skin up and down, not taking her eyes off my shaft disappearing into the wet folds of Carina’s cunt.

Norma lifted Carina’s arm and lightly stroked under it, across the armpit and down over her full breasts, lying on top of each other as she lay on her side. I ran my nails lightly down her back. Norma played with her nipples. Carina sighed contentedly as we pleasured her.

I could feel her getting more worked up as her breathing increased and she started pushing back on me. “I want to roll over,” she murmured.

She moved herself up onto all fours. I had come out of her to let her position herself and enjoy the view of my love’s big thighs and open hairy pussy. Her glistening vagina was wide open and I could see into the dark inviting hole. I gently pushed my cock back in and started thrusting. She started rocking back to meet me and slap against my thighs. Her boobs swung back and forward. Norma couldn’t take her eyes off this and started to thrum her clit as she watched us humping. She moved around and spread her legs in front of Carina, giving her access to all areas. Carina stopped her swinging and went down on Norma, pulling her lips wide and licking and kissing her cleft. My thrusts jogged the two of them as they worked Norma up.

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