teasing

“Come on Jake,” Thom encouraged. “We need a good drive on this hole.”



“I will do my best Mr. Tilly,” I sighed. “I should have spent more time golfing instead of basketball when I was younger.”



“For craps sake, will you quit calling me Mr. Tilly and call me Thom. My gosh, you’ve been dating Teagan openly for the better part of 8 months now. I think were past that now.”



“Sorry, Thom,” I corrected myself. “I’m just not used to it yet.”



“You better get used to it then. Teagan thinks you are going to ask the question any day now.”



“What gave her that idea?”



“She knows,” he laughed.



“I haven’t even asked you if I can ask.”



“Well, if you want to ask her, you have my permission you know. You are like the son I wish I had. You’re a good man and good for her.”



“Thank you Thom,” I smiled. “I was going to ask you but I was going to wait until the time was right.”



“There, I saved you the trouble he chuckled. Now hit a good one so I don’t have to keep carrying your ass for the whole round. I really want to beat those guys.”



“Come on,” I joked. “What about the last few holes? I got us a birdie and two nice pars.”



“The sun shines on a dogs ass every once in a while,” he said slapping me on the back.



“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I laughed.



“Hey, you two going to hit or spend all day talking about it?” Melvin cried.



Thom groaned but didn’t say anything. I could tell he was on edge. He really wanted to beat these two this time. It was a matter of pride for him. We weren’t trying to win a PGA tour event or anything but it was important to him. These were his cross town rivals from another dealership. He hadn’t won against them in five years now. He really wanted to shut them up.



Thom’s shot had strayed off course and he was in the rough. With a one shot lead we should have been ok but the other two were perfectly in the fairway on this shorter par 5 finishing hole. That put the pressure on me to find the fairway myself.



I relaxed as I set up and got ready to hit. I wasn’t the best golfer in the world but I held my own. I played in high school and some in college but nothing like basketball. I looked at the ball and stepped back a half step to get the ball further forward in my stance now. I had been pulling the last few drives right so this was the necessary adjustment I needed. I decided to swing hard and let it fly.



“Holy shit,” Thom cheered. “It may never come down.”



“Wow,” I said as I watched it fly straight and far. It flew really far. At least 75 yards further than the other two balls in the fairway.



“Ringer,” Melvin cried. “Where the hell did you find him?”



“You like that don’t you,” Thom hissed. “I knew I brought you for a reason.”



We drove up and waited on Thom to hit. He put it back in the fairway just short of where my ball was. The other two hit and left them just off the green. We drove up to Thom’s again and he put it just off the green. That put the pressure back on me.



“Dam, that was about 290 on that drive,” he cried.



“I get lucky once in a while,” I joked.



“Well lucky,” Thom said. “Put it close and seal the deal.”



I played a 7 and landed it about 25 feet from the cup, dead center on the green.



“That should do it,” I said as I climbed back into the cart.



“Baring nothing too crazy from them,” he offered.



They both chipped them close but not in. Thom flopped his shot and left a ten footer for par. I had an eagle putt to give us a two shot advantage. I rolled it within six inches and tapped in for birdie. That sealed the match and the win Thom had been waiting for.



We shook hands and headed back to the club house for lunch. Thom was all smiles as he bragged about the win. I just smiled and ate my lunch. It wasn’t that big of a deal to me.



“Hey Thom,” I stopped him as we were leaving.



“Yes?” he questioned.



“I want to do this right. I love your daughter and I want to ask you if I can ask her for her hand. I know you gave me your blessing earlier but I want to ask the right way.”



“I’d be happy to have you as my son,” he smiled. “You have my blessing.”



“Thank you,” I said.



“When do you plan to ask?”



“I don’t know. I have my first game of the season on Thursday night. Maybe on Friday, we are going to dinner. I’m just going to play it out and see how it goes.”



“Is Taylor going to start?” he now asked.



Taylor was a freshman and the third of his four daughters. Tara was his oldest at 20, then Teagan at 19 now. They took a break before having Taylor and then soon after Tessa came along. Yeah, they had a thing for the letter T.



“I don’t know,” I said truthfully. “She’s good and has improved a lot over the summer but I have Mandy and Mindy still as my two best guards. I just want to make sure she is ready for the role. She might not start but she will see a lot of time, that I can say for certain.”



“At least you’re honest with me,” Thom smiled.



“If I can get Mindy comfortable playing in a different spot she will start for sure. Maybe a few games and she will be ready.”



“Don’t rush things for me Jake. It’s your team, you do as you please. You did amazing things with them last year so keep it rolling.”



“We are going all the way this year,” I said confidently. “They are a confident bunch and are playing great together.”



“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”



“I know, one game at a time. I just have that feeling though.”



“Are you in for next Wednesday, I have a match set up against a couple of the managers at the bank. They won’t be too hard to beat but I like having you around. You’re not so bad at golf, don’t kid yourself.”



“It’s going to be my last week then,” I said. “I’ve got a lot of time off from work to coach the girls.”



“I understand. This week was the important week. I was glad I had you. Besides, the weather is going to turn any day now and the courses will be closed.”



“I’m getting my knee fixed again in the spring but after that I will take some lessons to help my swing.”



“I know a guy,” Thom smiled.



“I bet you do.”



“I’ll catch you later,” I said waving to him.



I got in the car and headed for home. I was surprised at how well Thom and I got along. He wasn’t the asshole I made him out to be. He was an honest and hardworking guy who hated all the bull shit people brought to him. He presented himself as such but once you got through all the garbage and he figured out you weren’t after him for anything he opened up to you.



I arrived home and headed into the house. I stopped in my tracks as I saw Teagan sitting there in just a shirt and underwear painting on her toes. Her one leg hanging over the side of the love seat, the other drawn to her chest as she painted. Her body was intoxicating to me as I watched her concentrate on her toes. Bright red polish carefully being brushed on her little toe.



I looked her body over as I watched. I don’t think she saw me come in as she didn’t acknowledge my presence. Her hard little nipples easily visible under her thin shirt. Perfect outline of her cunny as her panties barely covered them. I circled the seat as she dipped her brush back into the paint. I waited until she finished before I touched her.



I pulled her hair away from her neck to expose it. She shifted in slight surprise but didn’t say anything. She just tilted her head to expose more of her neck to me as I leaned down and wetly kissed it. My hands sliding down her collar bone to her breasts. I cupped them and felt the weight of them as I worked higher to her jawline with my lips. She moaned as she pressed into my kiss.



“What do you want?” she giggled her little girl giggle.



“You,” I breathed.



I nibbled on her ear a little as my hands pulled her shirt up and exposed her tits. I pinched her nipples as I worked my mouth down her neck and over her collar bone to the right one.



“My nails are wet,” she sighed. Her body still arching into my touch as she spoke.



“I’m not going to kiss your feet,” I teased.



“My fingers are wet too,” she sassed.



“Quit playing with yourself then,” I further teased.



“I got you for that,” she cooed.



I circled around the seat and got in front of her. She spread her legs wide to keep me away from her toes. I got right between them and leaned in to kiss her. A loving smile on her face as I pressed my lips against hers. She kissed me back as my hand cupped her cunny now. Her panties slightly pressing into her slit as her lips parted under my fingers. She gasped into my kiss as I slipped a finger under the edge and grazed her lips.



I kissed her nipples as my fingers touched her clit. I slipped so easily over the sensitive bud as she panted. I parted the material of her panties to one side as I knelt down. I kissed her there and felt her press into me as she giggled. I dipped my tongue into her center and circled her opening. Wetness covered my tongue as she gasped and flattened her hand on my head.



I licked my way up to her clit and drew circles on it. I teased her for a minute with my tongue before pulling back a little and blowing on it. I felt her shudder as she looked down at me. I licked her from clit all the way down to her asshole. I probed at it for a second before returning to her clit again.



She gasped as I focused on just her clit now. I circled it with my tongue before pulling it into my mouth and rolling it around on my lips.



“Fuck, right there,” she moaned.



I flattened my tongue over it and shook my head side to side. That brought her over the edge as she called her warning. I lapped at her until her breathing slowed. I tasted her cum as I probed her hole and gently licked her still.



“You better not mess up my nails,” she warned as I stood.



“I’m not after your nails,” I laughed.



She laughed so seductively now as I hooked my fingers around her panties. I pulled them off her hips a little, just enough to make more room to part them from her lips. I hated when the elastics rubbed my cock. I pulled them clear of her lips and took in her cunny as she looked at me patiently.



“You going to look at it or fuck it?” she asked coyly.



“Horny little bitch,” I teased as I dropped my pants. My cock sprang free as I stepped out of them.



“You started it,” she cooed.



“Guess I have to finish it too.”



“Hmmm,” she growled as I sank into her now.



I felt her cunt grip my cock and gasped at how wet she was today.



“I’m wet aren’t I?” she teased.



“That you are,” I growled.



“Been thinking about you all day.”



“Yeah?” I asked pressing into her with a steady pace.



“Too bad you left so early this morning or I would have given you a great wake up call.”



“This is making up for it.”



“Hmmm,” she growled.



I kept pressing into her with a steady pace. Wetness leaking from her as I found her end and bumped her cervix. I loved how her puss felt wrapped around my cock. It seemed to pull me back inside as I reached the beginning and started to return. Our hips softly crashing together as we fucked.



She pulled her knees up to her shoulders keeping her legs spread and away from my body. This opened her up and let me slide so easily into her. I picked the pace up as she begged for more. Full in and out as I quickly closed in on my climax.



“Can’t hold back baby,” I cried. “Fuck, you feel good today.”



“Keep fucking me,” she cried. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”



My toes started digging into the carpet now as I pressed into her a little harder. The love seat started sliding across the floor as I slapped into her.



“Keep fucking me,” she begged.



“Cumming,” I cried.



“Give me your cum baby,” she yelped. “Fill me up and make me cum.”



I started filling her and calling her name. My cum soaked the walls of her cunt as the room spun a little. Dam she was hot today. Something about her had me worked up.



“Keep fucking me, I’m so close.”



I kept pushing into her, my cock not losing any steam as I pounded her now. I kept moving my feet to keep up with the moving seat as I fucked her.



“Cumming,” she yelped.



I grabbed the back of the couch as her legs pressed into my arms. The wet slaps of sex played in the background as she cried out in pleasure. I rode her until she begged me to stop.



“I’m going to be sore,” she laughed.



“Dam,” I panted. “You are fucking on fire today.”



“I know,” she giggled. “I don’t know why I’m so wet today.”



“I like it.”



I leaned down and kissed her as we relaxed and remained as one. I remained fairly hard as we continued to kiss. Softly I continued to slide in and out of her.



“Let my nails dry then you can have me again,” she smiled.



“How long is that going to be?”



“Half hour or so,” she chirped.



“I don’t think I can wait that long.”



“Go take a cold shower,” she laughed. “Besides you kind of smell. What were you doing today?”



“I was golfing with your dad.”



“Oh yeah, I forgot. How did it go?”



“We won so he was thrilled.”



“Good. He wants us to come over for dinner tonight.”



“We have practice tonight,” I reminded her. “You are coming to help aren’t you?”



“Yeah,” she smiled. “We are going to dinner after.”



“Alright,” I said.



I reached down and pulled her panties back into place as I pulled from her.



“Jake,” she squealed. “Now my panties are going to be soaked.”



“Like they weren’t before we started.”



“Yeah, but that was from me.”



“There’s going to be some of you in there too.”



“You’re a pain in the ass,” she giggled and softly slapped my face.



“I will make it up to you,” I said raising my eye brows at her.



“After you shower stinky.”



“Cold shower isn’t going to slow me down,” I warned her. “You better be naked by the time I’m done.”



She stood and started gathering her painting supplies. “What am I going to do with you,” she sighed.



“I can think of a few things,” I said as I started walking to the bathroom.



“Yeah, yeah, I hear you.”



I tossed my shirt into the hamper as I turned on the shower. I sniffed myself and was surprised that I did have a slight odor. It was a nice day out so I didn’t think I was sweating that much. I climbed into the shower and cleaned myself off.



I got out and toweled off. Started looking around for my basketball shorts but couldn’t find them anywhere. I left the bedroom and walked into the living room to ask Teagan if she had seen them.



“Hey baby, have you seen………” I fell silent as I looked into the kitchen.



Teagan stood at the sink washing some dishes. It wasn’t the act of washing the dishes that had me speechless. She was as naked as the day she was born while doing it. I was stunned that she actually took me up on my offer. My cock was already at full staff as I reached her.



I could tell she was giggling quietly as I approached her. I stood behind her for a second and took in her flawless body. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck as she jumped.



“Be careful with that thing,” she teased as my cock poked her butt.



“You shouldn’t tease it like this then.”



“I’m not teasing.”



She melted into my touch as she arched her back making her butt press into my cock.



“I’m just washing the dishes.”



“I thought your fingers were wet?”



My fingers sliding down her tummy to find her cunny.



“Not from being painted,” she said seductively.



I dipped my hips as she slightly parted her legs and created just enough space for my cock to slip in between them. My sensitive head slipped along her still wet slit as she rocked her hips.



“Is that right?” I asked.



“I’ve been wet all day long.”



“Hmmm,” I growled into her ear as I kissed her neck.



“I had to touch myself just a little. My fingers are no comparison to your cock though.”



She arched her back hard as she pressed her fingers against the head of my cock. I felt it press against her opening. Her slick lips parted and I slipped inside as she gasped.



“If touching yourself makes you this horny you need to do it all the time.”



She pushed herself back into me and leaned forward now making the angle better for me to penetrate her.



“What makes you think I don’t,” she growled.



“Bad little girl,” I moaned as I pressed into her deeply.



“I’m only bad for you. Hmmm, I love the way your cock feels inside of me.”



I pulled from her slowly until just the tip was inside. Her cunny was quivering already as I started to press back into her slippery folds. I molded my body to hers and cupped her tits as I moved just my hips. Her cunny squeezing my cock as I slowly fucked her. I kissed her back between her shoulder blades and made she skin shiver with goose bumps.



“Fuck,” she gasped. “I’m going to cum hard.”



“Already,” I teased.



“Ummm hmmm,” she growled.



I felt her cunt tighten as she released. Cum flooded her hole as she squeezed my cock hard. Her wetness leaked from the edges as I pressed into her.



I carefully turned her away from the sink. We made the six foot walk over to the kitchen table without losing our bond. She leaned over the table and looked over her shoulder at me. She had that look on her face. I loved the way she smiled at me.



“I love you baby.”



“Love you too,” she moaned.



I pressed into her with more speed now. My cock glistened white as I withdrew then plunged back into her. I loved fucking her from behind but I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to see her face as I loved on her. I pulled from her and sat in the chair. She never questioned anything now. She just pushed herself from the table and straddled my lap. She lowered herself down on my waiting shaft until I was pressed inside as deep as I could go.



She just undulated her hips and leaned down to kiss me. I cupped her tits as we fucked slowly in the chair. Just a slow rise and fall now as she panted into my mouth. Little moans escaping her as she grew closer to the edge. Her wetness leaking from her making her so smooth and slick. I loved the feeling of being inside of her.



“You close,” she asked breaking my thoughts.



“Almost,” I panted.



“Good, I am getting sore now.”



“You, I never thought I would hear that.”



“A girl can only fuck for so long,” she giggled.



I gave her a look. She knew what I was thinking.



“Maybe tonight,” she said.



“You think you’re ready for that?”



“I’ve been using the plugs. I think I’m ready.”



The thought excited me and brought me right up to the edge. Her eyes rolled back as she started to cum. I was right with her as we came together. We panted as we rested and held each other. Sometimes silence can speak more than words, this was one of those times.



“We don’t have to if you’re not ready.”



“I said we can try. If it hurts you can have me right where you’re at.”



“You will be in control,” I assured her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”



“I know baby.”



She kissed me once more before standing. She cupped herself and went to the sink.



“Your shorts are in the dryer.”



“Thanks.”



I rested in the chair for a minute before going to get ready. She finished the dishes then got into the shower. We left together and went to practice.



The girls worked well tonight and looked more than ready for the game tomorrow. I hoped that the first game jitters didn’t get to them and they would perform. Then it was off to Thom’s house for dinner. We stayed way later than we wanted to and got home well after 1030.



“Do you think we can take a rain check,” she asked.



“I was going to ask the same thing.”



“Glad we are on the same page.”



“Are you coming to the game tomorrow?”



“I’ve got a late class so I’m not sure if I will make it. Thursday are going to be hard. If I do it will be in the second half.”



“I know. It’s okay.”



She snuggled up next to me and we drifted off.



I made a last second decision and started Taylor. I moved Mindy to the 3 spot and used Mandy and Taylor as the guards. Maybe the stars aligned that night or the other team had the first game deer in the headlights syndrome. Whatever it was, it was bad for them. We blew them out. It was 74 to 24. Everything was falling for us and they couldn’t buy a shot.

I addressed them in the locker room. “You girls played exceptionally well tonight. Do not let this go to your heads. This is just one win. There are a lot more games to be played this year and they will not be this easy. Let’s savor this win but continue to practice hard and get better.”



I left the locker room and let them get cleaned up. Thom was waiting for me just outside the door.



“Dam,” he called. “I guess you were right about going all the way this year.”



“It’s just one game Thom.”



“Yeah, but that was something else.”



“They won’t all be this easy.”



“I didn’t see Teagan.”



“She has class tonight. I don’t think she is going to make a Thursday night game this year.”



“Oh,” he said a little shocked. Something about the way he said it felt strange. I brushed it off.



“Hey, thanks for starting Taylor,” he offered. “You didn’t have to do that.”



“She is good enough to play the spot so I started her. 15 points isn’t bad.”



“No, it’s great.”



“Hi daddy,” Taylor said as she came from the locker room.



“You ready?” he asked.



“See you tomorrow coach.”



“Yup.”



I left the gym and went home. The house was empty when I got there. Not unusual since Teagan had started taking college classes. I relaxed on the couch for an hour as I watched Duke play on TV. Teagan finally came through the door.



“Hey honey,” she said. She looked tired. “How was the game?”



“It went well,” I said. “The girls destroyed them by 50 points.”



“What?” she asked stunned.



“Yeah, 74 to 24. Your sister started and played really good. Scored like 15 points or something.”



“That’s just good coaching,” she offered.



“It must be good players,” I countered. “It must run in the family.”



“Maybe,” she sighed.



“How was your day?”



“Long and exhausting. I’m ready for bed.”



“Did you eat?”



“Yeah, I grabbed something. I’m going to take a shower and hit the hay.”



“I will be in after a while.”



I kissed Teagan good bye in the morning and left for the office. I was only doing a half day today. I got out shortly after 1 and started driving home. My phone started ringing.



“Hey Thom,” I answered. “What can I do for you?”



“You busy right now?” he asked.



“Driving home right now why?”



He let out a long sigh and then paused.



“What is it?”



“I got a phone call during the game,” he started.



“Ok?”



“Teagan wasn’t at school, she was out.”



“I guess I’m not getting what you are saying.”



“She was out with her ex-boyfriend.”



“What, like on a date?”



“I didn’t get any details other than that. Don’t go and explode on her please. I’m just calling you to give you a heads up.”



“I’m not that guy anymore,” I said firmly. “I will bring it up if I get a chance.”



“I figured someone was going to tell you so I thought it should be me. I don’t want them to add to the story.”



“I know.”



“I will keep tabs on her if you want.”



“No, I will figure it out. If you get anything more just let me know. I don’t want her to think I’m following her everywhere.”



“I hear you.”



“Thanks Thom.”



“Fuck,” I sighed. This couldn’t be happening to me again could it?



I pulled into the driveway and parked the car. I went in the door and the phone started ringing again.



“Hey Megan,” I said.



“Hi,” she replied.



“Are you ready?” I asked.



“Yeah, I got everything.”



“When do you want to meet?”



“Today if we could.”



“What time?”



“Maybe at 4?”



“I can’t, I have to run practice. I don’t want to leave Teagan to do it alone. Can it be earlier?”



“I don’t know Jake,” she huffed. “I’m at work right now on my lunch break.”



“Why can’t we do it now?”



“I’m going back in 15 minutes.”



“So you waited until now to call me?”



“I just remembered.”



I sensed movement and turned my head. Teagan came around the corner which surprised me. She still looked tired as she had on just a shirt and some sweat pants. She looked at me very strange now as I paused my conversation with Megan.



“Hey, I’m going to have to call you back.”



“What?” I could hear Megan shout as I hung the phone up.



“What are you doing home?” I asked. “I thought you had class today.”



“I’m not feeling well,” she said annoyed. “Who was that?”



“Nobody important. What’s wrong?”



“Sounded important,” she pressed.



“Nothing too pressing. It can wait. You catching a cold or something?”



“No,” she hissed. “Jake, who was that?”



I knew something was up. Teagan normally didn’t press the issue.



“It was Megan,” I said.



“Why are you talking to Megan and making plans to meet her?”



I sighed and turned to take a seat at the kitchen table. “Come and sit,” I said.



“I want answers, Jake,” she hissed. “I know about Jenny and Sam too.”



“Oh,” I said. “I see where this is going.”



“You said you weren’t going to be that guy anymore, Jake.”



“Teagan, sit down,” I ordered. She reluctantly sat down.



“My life is an open book for you. I’m not hiding anything from you.”



“Then why are you talking to all these girls? I know who Megan and Sam are. Who is this Jenny chick?”



I held my finger up. I picked my phone up and started dialing Jenny. I put the phone on speaker as it rang and rang and rang.



“Hey, this is Jennifer Rhodes, leave me a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can.” Beep.



“Hey Jenny its Jake, I know you’re busy but I need you to call me back as soon as you get this. It’s urgent.”



“That doesn’t answer my question,” Teagan scorned.



“She will call back in a few minutes. Now back to Megan.”



“Ok,” she huffed. Her arms folded and legs crossed.



“Megan is my ex, that you know. We shared a bank account and when we broke up we never closed it. The bank sent us both a letter the other day saying that because the account was inactive for so long they were going to start charging us ten dollars a month to keep it open. I called her so we could go down there and close it.”



“Ok,” she sighed a little relief in her voice.



“We went down there on Tuesday to close the account and split the money but she didn’t bring the right documents so they wouldn’t close the account. She wanted to go down there at four but I can’t because of practice. That’s what that conversation was about.”



“So you and Megan are not seeing each other?”



“Just to get the bank thing settled. I haven’t spoken to her since we broke up.”



“Ok, so that leaves Sam and this Jenny chick.”



“Sam is my cousin. We grew up in a small town and spent most of our time together. It’s hard for me to just shut her out of my life.”



“After everything that has happened I just don’t trust her.”



“Teagan, you have nothing to worry about. She is back in Texas where we grew up. I’m here with you. There’s a lot of ground between us and I’m not about to ruin what I have with you. You can get that idea out of your head right now.”



Just then my phone started ringing. “Answer it.”



“Hello,” Teagan said weakly.



“Jake?” Jenny asked.



“He’s here,” she said.



“Oh, this must be Teagan,” Jenny said quickly.



“Yeah,” she said confused now.



“I’m glad I finally get the chance to talk to you Teagan. Jake talks about you all the time.”



“Teagan has some questions for you Jenny,” I called. Teagan took the phone away from her face and put it on speaker.



“Like what?”



“Ask away Teagan,” I said.



“Who are you and how do you know Jake?”



“My name is Jenny and I met Jake on spring break in Panama City.”



“Geez Jenny,” I croaked. “You’re not helping any.”



“She asked so I’m telling her what she wants to know.”



“Why does he keep calling you?” Teagan asked.



“Jake?” Jenny questioned.



“Tell her everything that she wants to know,” I ordered.



“I’m a therapist, Jake is getting counseling from me every other week to help with his issues.”



“Oh,” Teagan said totally embarrassed now.



“Oh,” Jenny cried. “You think this is something else. No, not at all. Jake and I met on spring break but it wasn’t anything like that. Although he tried, it never happened. I’m not like that. We spent the whole time hanging out and talking. We never even kissed.”



“You guys never did anything?” Teagan asked still stunned.



“No, in fact we hung out the next year too. Jake was different with me. I think I scared him with my quick wit. We just talked. Sometimes we talked all night.”



Teagan looked at me now.



“I know,” I said. “Call me lame but that’s how I spent my first two spring breaks of my college life. I spent it talking with Jenny.”



“So why does he call you still? I mean can’t you get a therapist in town?”



“Jenny and I go way back. She helped me get through my knee injury. She’s always been a great friend. I’m talking to her now to get over the asshole I was before I met you. That’s why I call her every so often.”



“Oh my gosh,” Teagan whimpered. “I’m so sorry Jake.”



“Teagan, it’s normal to have your doubts about a relationship. Especially if you have been hurt in the past. Jake’s past isn’t the best but I can tell you this, when he puts his mind to something he achieves his goal. He is a changed man now that he is with you. You make him the man that I knew he could be.”



“Jake, I’m sorry,” Teagan cried. “I don’t know what came over me.”



“It’s fine baby. You have to trust me.”



“Teagan, Jake is a good man. He loves you. There is no denying that. I get bored listening to him go on and on about you.”



“Thanks Jenny,” I teased.



“I feel like a complete idiot,” Teagan sighed.



“Does that satisfy your curiosity?” Jenny asked.



“Yeah, I’m an idiot,” Teagan said again.



“Don’t beat yourself up Teagan. It’s normal to doubt. You guys have a good thing going but things like this are going to come up. Don’t hide anything from each other and your love will only grow stronger.”



“I’m sorry I bothered you,” Teagan sighed.



“I have to run you two. I have a patient in my room waiting on me.”



“Thanks Jenny,” I said as I picked the phone up.



“Call me if you have any more questions Teagan.”



“Anything else?” I asked.



“No, I feel like a complete fool. I’m sorry.”



“I’m with you Teagan, just you. There isn’t some other girl out there for me. I love you with all my heart. I have never felt this way about anyone before you and I don’t want to feel it with anyone else.”



“I’m sorry I doubted you Jake, really I am. What can I do to make this up to you?”



“Just ask me if you have questions,” I said. “You don’t have to stalk me.”



“I wasn’t stalking you. I saw you the other day with Megan when I was sitting at the deli having lunch. You guys walked right by me. I thought you were having lunch together or something when you guys went into the plaza. I checked you’re phone later on and saw the other girls on there too.”



“We went to the bank,” I said. “We sat there forever until they got to us. Then Megan didn’t have the right stuff so we couldn’t get the money out anyway. Now I have to go back again.”



“I over reacted, I’m sorry.”



“Is that why you were out with Luke?” I asked.



“What? How do you know about that?”



“Teagan, somebody saw you with him and called your dad. He called me. What are you hiding?”



“Ok, I ran into Luke and we sat down to talk. I was freaking out about everything and needed someone to talk to.”



“So you decided on Luke?”



“He was there ok. I didn’t plan on it. I was on my way to the game.”



“Were you planning to tell me this or just attack me about what I’m doing and then not talk to me about it?”



“I was going to tell you Jake,” she sighed. “I just wanted answers first.”



“So what happened?”



She sighed. She looked at the table as she started to speak. I knew that this was bad.



“I told him about what was going on. All the girls on your phone, the thing with Megan. He told me that there was no way you weren’t seeing someone behind my back. He told me he still loved me and was sorry for what he did to me. He kissed me.”



She fell silent now. I sat there stunned. I waited for her to continue but I already knew what was coming.



“I kissed him back,” Teagan burst into tears.



My head fell into my hands as I couldn’t process the information. A million things ran through my head now. I did nothing but stand and walk out the door.



“Jake, wait,” she called.



I didn’t stop as I reached my car. Teagan stood at the door and called me. I got in and drove off. I drove to the park and sat in the car watching everyone that passed by. I just sat there absentminded until it was time to go to practice.



I drove to the school and went into the gym. The girls were already there and waiting for me. I searched around for Teagan but didn’t see her. I pulled the door shut and locked it.



“What’s going on?” Mandy asked a little worried.



I pulled her off to the side.



“Between you and me only. Teagan and I aren’t doing good right now. I don’t want her here so I’m locking the door.”



“What happened?”



“Don’t worry about it. Let’s get ready for Monday.”



“Ok,” she said.



They did there thing. Mandy showed her leadership and did a good job running the practice as I was there but not there.



“There won’t be practice tomorrow,” I said as they gathered around. “I’ve got some things I need to take care of at home so I need a break. Enjoy your weekend and I will see you here Monday.”



I left and didn’t know if I wanted to go home or not. I had to face this problem sooner or later. I walked in the door to a dark house and a note on the table. I crumped it up and threw it at the wall. I picked up my phone from the table and dialed Jenny.



“Teagan?” she answered.



“No, it’s me.”



“You sound down, is everything ok?”



“No,” I sighed.



“What happened?”



“Teagan dropped a bombshell on me after we got off the phone.”



“Like what?”



“She went out with her ex and they kissed.”



“And?”



“I don’t know the rest.”



“You didn’t even let her explain the situation?”



“I heard enough. I had to leave.”



“That was stupid of you Jake,” Jenny scolded me. “You should have let her explain the circumstances before you just walked out.”



“This is what I get when I let my guard down and I am the nice guy. Nice guys always finish last. Hasn’t anyone ever told you that?”



“That’s the dumbest thing I think I have heard you say Jacob.”



Wow, she called me by my full name. Nobody ever does that unless they are serious.



“Where is she now?”



“I’m assuming she went home.”



“She didn’t say anything?”



“She left a note.”



“And?”



“I didn’t read it. I’m so stressed.”



“Get the note and read it you hard headed dumbass.”



“Jenny?” I asked. Never had I heard her speak to me this way. Jenny was always a level headed person that never got too emotional when she was giving me advice.



“Yeah, this is me telling you not to be so stupid and throw this away.”



I picked the note off the floor and uncrumpled it. I read what she wrote to the both of us.



“I’m going to stay home tonight. Please don’t hate me. I still love you and I don’t want this to ruin us. I will be by in the morning to see you after practice. Please let’s talk. You don’t know how much you mean to me. I remember something you said to me a long time ago and it still plays in my head every day.” The lyrics to the song I sang her were written on the page. I softly smiled at that.



“Tomorrow when she comes over to talk to you, just listen,” Jenny offered. “Listen to the whole situation and the things that led to the event. Then you do what is right for the both of you. If you need a few days to figure it out then take them.”



“I know Jenny.”



“Call me if you need me.”



“Yeah,” I sighed.



I was sitting on the couch when she walked in the door. She came right over and sat down in the love seat. We sat in silence for a minute before she started.



“I don’t know what to say,” she whimpered.



“Tell me what happened.”



“We talked. I let him get to me then we kissed.”



She sobbed in the chair as she looked at me. She wanted me to take control of the situation but I remained still. I just waited on her.



“We walked back to his place. We talked some more. We kissed some more.”



She looked at me now. Her eyes were all red and swollen as she waited for me to say something. I just sat there. I knew what was coming next. I knew where this was going. I wanted to explode but I knew what it would lead to.



“I had sex with him,” she balled. “There, is that what you wanted to hear? Fucking say something.”



“What do you want me to say, Teagan?”



“I don’t know?”



Her face was a mess. The pain of what happened devastating her as she looked at me. I stayed level but the pain was like a knife cutting me slow and deep.



“We didn’t get far. I came to my senses and stopped him. I slapped the shit out of him and left. Just like when you and Sam…..”



“No,” I said. “You are not bringing Sam into this.”



“I’m sorry,” she gaged on her tears. “What do I have to do to make this right?”



“What the hell were you thinking?”



“I wasn’t,” she croaked. “I’m sorry. Dam it, I’m sorry.”



I sat there in stunned silence. I shook my head as I rested it on my hands. All the shit we had been through together and now this. I guess I knew how she felt when Sam jumped me that night.



“Talk to me Jake,” she begged. “Say something.”



“I don’t know what to say. After all we have been through. I’m at a loss for words right now.”



“Say it’s going to be ok. Say you hate me and never want to see me again. Say something!”



“I’m numb.”



She just cried. Balled her eyes out as I sat there and tried to come up with something. I felt like shit. My past was catching up to me. I did say that karma had a way of getting you. I could only sit there and look at her crying.



“Please say something,” she begged.



“Go home Teagan,” I said. “If we want this to work I need some time to think about everything. Be at the steak house on Friday night at 7. If I’m not there then you have my answer. If you are not there then I have my answer. If we both are there then we know the answer.”



She started to speak but I held my hand up. “That’s what I am telling you do to. Go.”



“I’m sorry,” she sobbed as she climbed from the chair and looked at me.



She walked out the door and I broke down. I called Jenny even if it was early. I figured she would be up anyway.



“What are you going to do?” she asked.



“For once I’m going to let my heart guide me.”



“What’s it telling you?”



“It’s broken.”



“If you are looking to me for advice, I can’t help you. This is something you have to do on your own.”



“I know Jenny. I got to go.”



Work was a welcome distraction on Monday. I spent the day catching up and seeing patients. I left at four to get to the school so we could be at the game on time. I got into the locker room after the JV players had cleared out and addressed the team. I just gave them a basic speech about playing hard and being there for each other. I pulled Taylor off to the side as the rest of them took the floor to warm up.



“I’m sure you have some idea of what is going on between your sister and me.”



“It’s hard not too when she is crying in her room and hasn’t come out to eat in two days,” Taylor said flatly.



“It’s between her and I and it’s not going affect the team and how I feel about you. I’m keeping my personal life out of this.”



“I know,” she said. “I just hope you two figure it out. I hate to see her like this. You know she loves you right?”



“That’s what makes this hurt so much,” I sighed.



“Whatever she did, I know she regrets it and is sorry,” Taylor offered.



“Yeah, I do to.”



She turned and walked off. I gathered my thoughts before I went out to join them. It was hard to pretend everything was ok but I managed. The girls made my job easier and played well again winning by 22.



I took my lunch break the next day and met Megan at the bank to get everything taken care of. She knew something was up and asked me what was going on.



“It’s not good,” was all I could offer. “We haven’t spoken since Saturday.”

“What happened?”



“Nothing. Don’t worry yourself with it.”



“This doesn’t have anything to do with us meeting to get this settled does it?”



“She saw us and it set off a chain of events that got us to this point.”



“Do I need to call her and explain?” Megan asked.



“No, it’s too late for that. The damage has already been done.”



“I’m sorry Jake,” she sighed. “Sorry for everything. Sorry for what this has caused between you and her.”



“I don’t want to hear it please,” I said softly.



“You have a reputation,” she jabbed.



“I never did anything to you or to her,” I snapped. “You assumed.”



“But given your past,” she started.



“No, when I got into a relationship I always kept things under control. I fucked up one time. It was only when I was single that I went out and played the field.”



“That is where your reputation comes from,” she fired right back. “You were always seeing two or three girls at the same time.”



“Yeah, but I was never in a committed relationship with any of them. I was just out there doing my own thing.”



“It doesn’t matter Jake,” Megan said exacerbated. “You start taking girls on dates and then screwing them, they take it the wrong way when they find out they aren’t the only one. Women want to feel special and with you fucking everything that walks it tends to make them not feel so special.”



“I was in college though. We were supposed to act that way weren’t we?”



“But at 26 you’re not in college anymore. You needed to grow up when you left Duke.”



“I did though.”



“No you didn’t, Jake. When we started dating I knew about the other girl you were seeing.”



“Then why did you stay with me?”



“I don’t know,” she sighed. “I guess I’m stupid. I thought you would change.”



“I did change. I changed for you and for Teagan. I’m the one who got screwed over.”



“So it was something she did?”



“Yeah,” I said pissed at myself for letting that one out.



“Teagan is young, you have to expect that from her.”



“No, she is different.”



“At least you thought she was,” Megan jabbed me again.



“Just like I thought you were too.”



“I was just getting even with you,” she hissed.



“Even for what? I did nothing. Do you hear the words coming out of my mouth? I did nothing with anyone while I was with you.”



“Except,” she started.



“You knew about her and you chose to stay. Besides, we weren’t serious until we moved here. Once we moved, I was faithful to you all the way. You fucked up, not me.”



“You really expect me to believe that?”



“You and I are nothing now. Don’t you think I would want to hurt you if I could? Megan, I’m speaking the truth when I tell you absolutely nothing happened between any other girl after we moved here.”



“I screwed up then didn’t I?” she asked.



“I certainly didn’t.”



“Well, I’m sorry,” Megan said sincerely. “I thought the worst and wanted revenge.”



“Why can’t you girls just ask me what the fuck is going on? Why the hell do you jump to conclusions and attack?”



“Your reputation Jake,” she said.



“I’m tired of that worn out excuse,” I sighed exhausted.



“Maybe you should break the circle,” Megan suggested. “Why not give it a second chance?”



“With who?”



“Teagan, you idiot. I’m taken, or I’m going to be.”



“Who is dumb enough to marry you?”



“The guy I left you for.”



“Dam, that hurt. Talk about salt in the cut.”



“I didn’t mean it that way,” she apologized. “Maybe you should try it. Settle down with someone.”



“I was going to ask but all this went down.”



“You were pretty serious with this girl weren’t you?”



“Yeah,” I sighed.



“Then don’t throw this away. Work it out with her. At some point you have to grow up Jake.”



“I’m not sure how this would be part of growing up.”



“Learning how to forgive,” she huffed. “It doesn’t take much to fall in love. It takes a tremendous effort to stay in love and fight for it.”



“What, are you a therapist now?”



“No, just smart enough to know a few things about life.”



“I don’t know Megan,” I sighed. “This one hurts.”



“There isn’t just Jake in this relationship. There’s a Teagan involved too. If she is truly sorry about what happened then you should give her that second chance.”



She paused. “I wish you would have given me one.”



“Yours wasn’t a onetime thing though. It went on for weeks.”



“And is the same thing happening now?”



“I don’t know.”



“You should find out before you make your final choice.”



I shook my head.



“I have to get back to work. Think about everything Jake. We may not be together but I still want to see you happy. If there is anything I can do for you just ask and I will do what I can.”



“I think I’m alone on this one.”



“Good luck then,” she said.



She leaned in and gave me a hug before she walked away. I made the walk back to my car and thought about everything she said. Maybe it was time for me to grow up as she put it. Friday couldn’t get here fast enough.



I climbed into my car and saw the Callaway golf visor on the back seat. It reminded me that I had to golf with Thom tomorrow.



“Hey Thom,” I said as he answered the phone.



“Hi,” he said monotone.



“Given the recent events, I think I’m going to cancel tomorrow.”



“I understand.”



“I wouldn’t be myself.”



“It’s ok. Listen, I’m not going to get involved but just know Teagan is suffering. She is sorry for what she did. That’s all I’m going to say on the matter. I just hope you two figure it out.”



“I think things will be ok,” I offered. “I’m going to take the next couple of days to make sure I’m doing the right thing.”



“Friday can’t come fast enough,” he sighed.



Practice was odd without Teagan there. The gym had a lot of memories of us and how we got started. Two weeks from now would be the first time we met a year ago. I tried not to dwell on that but it always crept into my mind.



I worked them hard the next two days and had them ready for Thursday night. They won by ten and were off to a great three and zero start. These were not district games so they weren’t as important but it was good to build the teams confidence.



I was sitting on the couch after the game on Thursday watching a game on TV. I had made up my mind on the whole situation. I just had to wait one more day to get this over with. There was a knock at my door. I answered and saw Mandy standing there.



“Can I come in?” she asked.



“Sure. What brings you by?”



“Teagan is absolutely destroyed by what is going on between you two.”



“What did she tell you?”



“Everything.”



“As in?” I asked.



“Luke, the whole thing, you know.”



“What, you don’t think I’m not?”



“I can see you are too but you don’t show it.”



“I’ve got a job to do. I can’t let my personal life get in the way of getting you kids ready for a game.”



“That girl loves you coach. I’ve known her since I was five. I’ve never seen her fall so far in love and then be in such shambles over something so stupid.”



“I love her too Mandy but she broke my heart. What she did was stupid but the pain is real.”



“She is truly sorry Jake.”



“And she sent you down here to tell me this.”



“No, I came all on my own. I can’t stand to see her like this. It’s killing me too. I’m just a kid coach, but I know some things about life. Love comes along once in a while. Don’t turn your back on it. She is willing to do anything to take back what happened. Luke took advantage of her in a moment of weakness. I’m not saying she is innocent but she truly is sorry.”



She searched for the words as her eyes filled with tears.



“She can’t take it back but you can forgive her and move forward. If she could she would. You know her and the character she has. All her life she has been around this crap with her parents. That’s not her, that’s not the Teagan I know. Please, I’m begging you to give her a chance. She found the strength to give you one. Can you find it in your heart to give her one too?”



Those words cut me deep.



“I owe it to her for that don’t I?” I asked.



“This isn’t about owing anyone anything,” Mandy said quickly. “This is about two people who love each other and are willing to fight for each other. You are a fighter coach. Don’t quit on her.”



“I hear you.”



“Don’t tell her I came down here. She begged me to stay away.”



“I know. She wouldn’t want you to get involved.”



“I have to go.”



She turned and promptly walked away. I went back inside and turned the TV off. The game suddenly didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. Teagan screwed up but so did I. I didn’t want to throw this away for over something so stupid. I loved her. I’ve never been so happy in my life up until the other night. I couldn’t let one bad thing crush all the good.



I arrived way early the next night. I parked way down the street and walked to the coffee shop across from the steak house. I sat down and waited. Teagan arrived around 630 and sat on the bench outside the restaurant. It was the first time I had seen her in a week. I wanted to run to her but I sat there instead. I watched her nervously looking around at every car that pulled into the place. I couldn’t let her wait any longer.



I quickly left the coffee shop and ran across the street. She sat there looking around. Legs crossed with her short skirt neatly tucked under her body. She quickly jumped to her feet as she saw me coming her way. Her expression was priceless as her eyes started to well up with tears. She jumped into my arms and almost knocked me over in the process.



“I’m so sorry Jake,” she sobbed into my shoulder. “I’ve made a mess of everything. I know how bad I have hurt you. I let my fear of your past get to me. I won’t ever do that again.”



“It’s ok Teagan. The past is behind us. We are going forward from here. I realized I need you more than you need me.”



“No baby, we need each other. I’m not myself without you.”



We just stood there and held each other. We cried into each other as we embraced.



“My past has no bearing on where our future points us. What we have done to each other stays behind us. We go forward together. We fight for each other together.”



“I want that. I want to be with you. I want to fight through everything to be with you.”



“Answer me honestly then. This thing with Luke, is this the only time or were there others.”



“Only the one time, that’s the truth. He took advantage of me while I was weak. I saw you with Megan and assumed. Then I took your phone and saw Jenny and Sam too. I thought the worst. He played me for a fool. I know I’m not innocent and I take full responsibility for everything.”



“Why didn’t you just ask me first if it bothered you that much? My life is an open book for you to read. I’m not hiding anything from you. If you want to know something just ask. I won’t hide anything from you.”



“I should have. I’m so stupid and sorry.”



“Stop saying you’re sorry. I already know you are. I can see it. I don’t want to do anything to mess this up with you. I want to spend my life with you. I want to grow old with you. I was planning to ask you…..”



Shit, I let that one slip.



Her eyes opened wide as I caught myself. Too late now.



“Yeah, last Friday actually. But then all this went down.”



Hands covered her mouth as she looked stunned. “Oh my gosh Jake!”



“Yeah,” I said looking at her shocked face.



“I would have said no,” she spoke honestly now. “With everything that was going through my head and what I had just done, I would have said no.”



I was taken aback by this. My face clearly showed my feelings.



“I thought the worst baby. But now it’s clear as day. I wouldn’t say no now. That’s if you are asking.”



“I don’t have the ring with me so it wouldn’t be right.”



“Have we done anything the right way? My gosh, we screwed in a car, didn’t go on a real date for like 10 days after we had been screwing around. We hid it from Sam and my dad. All the shit with Sam and the sneaking around. I don’t think we are going to ordinary but that’s what makes us extraordinary.”



“Well, do you want the job then?” I asked. “Will you grow old with me? Fight for us together.”



“I would love to. I couldn’t think of a better person to grow old and beat the crap out of life with than you.”



I pulled her into a kiss. I missed her. I missed every little detail about her. It felt so right to kiss her now. We spent way too much time kissing. People were looking at us funny when we stopped.



“You hungry?” I asked.



“I haven’t eaten in a week.”



“I hope I brought enough money to feed you then,” I laughed.



“It’s all taken care of,” she smiled. “Dad knew you would be here. He kept my spirits up the whole time. That man really has taken a liking to you. He would have been really hurt if you didn’t come tonight.”



“I would have been the fool if I didn’t. You are worth more than one stupid mistake.”



“I’m sorry I did that.”



“No more Teagan. It’s over and done with. We move forward now.”



I took her hand and led her inside. We were seated quickly and had a nice dinner. We talked like we hadn’t been apart for the past week. That part was over. We didn’t speak about it again. We went back to the house after dinner.



I stopped her in the living room.



“Stay here,” I ordered.



I went into the bedroom and got the ring from the safe. I brought it back out and held her hand as I looked at her. Excitement on her face as I looked at her now.



“Will you?” I asked.



“I already said yes,” she whimpered. “But yes, a thousand times, yes.”



Her hands trembled as I slipped the ring onto her finger. She looked at the ring before looking at me. She leaned in and kissed me. We started moving me towards the bedroom. A trail of clothes started in the living room and led all the way to the bed.



She laid me down now and got into the bed next to me. She kissed my neck and worked towards my nipples. She softly kissed them before continuing down to my excited shaft. She took it into her hands and licked the tip. Just teased the slit with her tongue before opening her mouth and taking the head inside. She applied the perfect amount of pressure to it as she sucked it.



She brought her hands to the bed and used just her mouth. She gently worked up and down on me now. She wasn’t trying to get me off, just pleasuring me with her mouth. Up and down then off and used her tongue to lick the soft flesh right under my head. It felt good to have her do this. I moaned to let her know she was doing a good job.



Eyes like a cat in heat as she looked up at me. I loved those eyes as she sank back down over my shaft. Her spit soaking the whole thing as it ran down to my sack. Her hand now disappearing between her legs to touch her cunny. I could see it circling her puss as she continued to coat my cock with her slobber. She smiled at me as I watched her cheeks flair as she sucked me.



She stopped and sat up. She expended her leg over my body and straddled me. She lowered herself down until my cock was resting on her cunny. I felt the wetness that leaked from her as she teased me. I just lay still and let her do what she wanted to me. She reached back and took my cock into her hand. She lifted her body from me and positioned herself over my shaft.



She started to press down and I expected to sink into her wetness. I felt the tight pucker of her butthole and realized where I was going. She just smiled when the realization hit my face. She kept firm pressure on my cock until I started to open her up.



The head broke through her opening and she froze. Slight pain crossed her face as she rested with just the head inside of her now. She let herself adjust before she continued to press herself further down. She spit onto her hand and transferred it to my shaft. Slowly more of me sank into her exit as she pressed down.



She started to pull off and press back down in slow movements. I started sinking into her deeper until she had me all the way inside. She leaned onto my chest now and looked at me. She wanted to see if I was happy that she finally let me. Softly she moved her hips letting me move a little in either direction.



“If you don’t like it you don’t have too,” I whispered.



“No, it feels ok. A little pain and a lot of pleasure.”



She started rising and falling a little quicker now. She spit on her hand again as she paused. She started quickening her pace as the pain went away.



“Hmmm,” she growled. “Feels nice.”



“Yeah sure?”



“Oh yeah,” she cooed.



She started to rise and fall as she started kissing me again. Passionate kisses as she quickened the pace. I just let her fuck me now. I loved to feel her body pressing me into the bed. I was glad I decided not to be so stupid.



“Fuck,” she sighed. “Going to cum.”



“Go ahead,” I said.



“I planned on it,” she moaned.



She started cumming. It didn’t feel the same but I could tell she enjoyed it. She rocked her hips and pressed me all the way in as she rested.



“I’m going to be sorry tomorrow,” she sighed.



“You have other places for me to put it.”



“No, I want you to cum right where you’re at,” she said slyly. “Get me from behind.”



She pulled from me now. She got on her knees and looked back at me as I got behind her. I wanted to lick her cunny now. I missed how it felt against my tongue. I leaned in and tasted her cum as it leaked from her center.



“Hmmm,” she growled. “I want you baby.”



I relented and spit on her hole. I pressed my head to her and let it opened her up as she relaxed. The head broke into her easier this time and sank into her.



“Oh fuck,” she whimpered. “Be gentle.”



I slowly pushed into her now. Her fingers teased her cunny as I slowly rode her. Asshole tightly gripping my cock as I felt myself quickly getting closer to release.



My breathing increased letting her know I was close. She fingered herself now and I could feel them through the thin barrier separating us. I started filling her as she moaned into the pillow. I filled her with every drop I could get into her. I remained inside of her until my spent cock was pushed out.



She stayed put and panted still. I moved to lie in the bed next to her. She looked at me with those cat like eyes.



“I love your eyes,” I said.



“Thanks,” she sighed.



“I love you,” I said.



“I love you too baby. More than you can ever imagine. I’m sorry.”



“No more saying sorry,” I said softly. “We have closed that chapter.”



“Ok,” she whispered.



She stood and climbed from the bed. She headed for the bathroom now to clean up. She brought back a wet towel and cleaned me off. She opened the dresser and got out a pair of panties before climbing into bed with me.



“I’m tired,” I sighed. “This week has been very long and stressful.”



“I haven’t slept much myself.”



“We have practice tomorrow. Better rest.”



I pulled her to me as we lay in bed.



I woke up the next morning early. Teagan still slept. We hadn’t moved at all since last night. My morning wood pressed into her ass against her panties. Her warm body was inviting as I lay there wanting her now.



I rolled her panties off her hips. She moved a little as I got them down her legs a little. My cock nestled between her legs and rested against her cunny now. The tip slightly moist from both her and my desire. I pressed it against her lips but didn’t have the right angle to get it inside. I used my fingers to touch the both of us now.



I folded her lips apart and spread her moisture around both of us. Her breathing changed as she started to wake up. She moved just enough to allow me to enter her as she sighed. My thumb pressed the head of my cock into her as she pushed back.



She moaned as I slipped through her folds and into her center. She hooked her fingers around her panties and slid them down to her knees. I started tipping my hips and sliding in and out of her. My hand curved over her hip and to her center from the front. I teased her excited clit as she parted her legs a little more.

Friday morning Bill once again called in sick to work so he could devote the day to preparing me for my date with Victor. He hadn’t taken two days off in a row in years and with the weekend coming he would be off work a total of four days, almost a mini-vacation. I did love the attention he was giving me.



After a quick shower I wrapped my long black hair in a towel. Bill once again oiled my bald pussy to keep it from getting razor rash. I leaned back against the sink my bare ass pressed against the cold porcelain made my nipples harden. Bill’s oily fingers gunned in and out of my soaking snatch as his palm put pressure on my clit. I clutched the vanity and moaned. Bill fingered me until I was ready to explode with an orgasm. I groaned and whined when he removed his sopping fingers, “Don’t stop, Bill, please don’t stop.”



He laughed and kissed my cheek, “Later, and don’t finish yourself off either.”



I stuck my tongue out him. Bill just grinned and held my pink terry-cloth robe for me and I slipped into it. We went downstairs for breakfast.



Bill was sipping his coffee when I asked, “Why do you want me to not only go on a date with Victor but to fuck him? Do you want to watch? Do you want to be a cuckold? I just don’t get it.”



He paused and contemplated before answering, “No I don’t want to watch Vic fuck you and I don’t want to be a cuckold either. I looked it up in one of Megan’s psychology books. I’m more a wittol than a cuckold. A cuckold is humiliated and demeaned and he finds that as exciting as his wife having sex with someone else. Where a wittol knows his wife is having sex with another man and doesn’t mind. That’s me.”



“You haven’t said anything to Megan?” I asked panic rising in my voice.



“Of course not. I do not discuss anything sexual with my college age daughter. What kind of pervert do you think I am?” Bill was hurt.



“I don’t think you’re a pervert I just don’t understand why you don’t mind if Vic has sex with me. Are you doing this because you want to have sex with someone else? Are you wanting a ménage à trios? Don’t you love me anymore?”



Bill shuffled around the table and knelt by my side. He took my hands in his and said, “Stella I love you more than I ever have. I don’t care to engage in a ménage à trios. The fact that Vic desires you makes me desire you that much more. If you hadn’t noticed I’ve been having a hard time keeping my hands off of you. So no there is no one else I want sex with, just you, only you.”



He pulled me up and embraced me. He gently stroked my face with his fingers. “I’m not sure I can explain it. Vic’s been my friend since college. He’s lost his wife and he’s poured himself into his business. That’s made him a lot of money but it hasn’t made him happy. The only female I have seen him warm up to has been you. I think you can make Vic happy. If you don’t want to have sex with Vic, don’t. I thought you did. I’m not going to force you to do something you don’t want to do.”



I clutched Bill to me and enjoyed the warmth of his embrace. “I love you Bill. I guess sex with Vic was fantasy and the fact that it could become reality is a little frightening to me. Aren’t you afraid that if I go through with this that I might fall in love with Vic and leave you?”



He smiled, “That’s the least of my worries. Number one, you already love Vic. You have for years, it just hasn’t been romantic or physical but love is love. He loves you too, in that same vein. Number two, Victor would slit his own throat before he would run away with my wife. He has too much honor. He loves me and you love me so I don’t see you leaving me.”



I was stunned by his confidence and I loved him even more. He trusted me so much with his heart. How could I break it? And, Bill had definitely gotten more amorous lately.



“Maybe, Victor wouldn’t want to have sex with me.” I offered.



Bill laughed and then said, “Maybe, if frogs had wings their asses went hit the ground when they jumped. Vic wants to have sex with you. He just doesn’t know how to go about it. You’ll have to take the lead. I have an idea.”



I watched as Bill picked up the phone and dialed Victor’s work number. “Tell him you’re getting a room at the hotel where the banquet is being held so you can change there and won’t wrinkle your dress by sitting for twenty minutes in the car. Tell him you’ll meet him in the lobby of the hotel.”



The phone was ringing when Bill handed it to me. A secretary answered and I said, “Vic Thorne, please. Stella Lockhart calling.”



Bill knelt in front of me and swiveled my chair away from the kitchen table. He uncrossed my legs and untied my robe and it fell open revealing my nude body. He grinned at me as he savored my nakedness.



Vic’s voice resonated, “Hello Stella, how are you?”



“I’m fine, Vic.” I tried to push Bill away but he continued to push my legs apart until my bald pussy was splayed wide for him. He kissed my puffy pussy lips. I stifled a moan and felt the warm wetness flood my nethers.



“I just wanted to let you know that I was going to get a room at the hotel this evening.” I began to squirm as Bill’s tongue snaked its way into my slit.



“Why? You don’t have to worry if you drink too much I’ll drive you home,” offered Victor.



Bill pushed two fingers into me and started going to town on my pussy. I began panting, “It’s…it’s not that…Vic I want to use the room before the banquet. I want to…to… put my dress on there. I…I don’t want it to…to get wrinkled during the car ride to…to the hotel.”



“I don’t know Stella, seems like a lot of trouble.”



“The room’s already booked, Vic. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”



“Okay, if that’s what you want. I appreciate you agreeing to do this Stella I’m really looking forward to this evening.”



“Oh.. Oh..” I stuttered as Bill’s tongue teased my clit from its hood. “See…you tonight.” I hung up the phone and surrendered to my husband’s oral stimulation.



I pinched my nibbles between my thumbs and forefingers. Bills fingers were flying in and out of my cunt. Sloppy wet smacking sounds filled the kitchen. Echoes of my moans followed. Bill knew I was close so he shoved his thumb into my butthole. With his finger in my pussy and his thumb up my ass I felt like a six-pack when he pressed them together inside me. He gently bit my clit. I screamed as an electrical charge raced from my pussy through my body to my brain and exploded with a white light of ecstasy.



Bill sat back and grinned at me as I caught my breath. “You look beautiful when you cum.”



He stood up and held out his hand for me. I pushed his hand away and dropped to my knees in front of him. I ripped his pajama bottoms down in one fell swoop. He was hard and I grabbed his cock and felt it throb in my hand. I licked the length of it and it jumped in my face. I giggled.



I took the head of his dick in my mouth and sucked it. Bill gasped as his breath escaped him. I relaxed my throat and worked his entire shaft down it. I stayed like that for a moment letting Bill enjoy the warm wetness of my mouth. I slowly retreated back up his length until just the head remained and I twirl my tongue around it. Bill made to grab the table for support but he missed and slung an empty coffee cup onto the floor.



He was getting weak in the knees as I bobbed my head up and down on his dick. I heard Bill groan begging for release. He said “I’m going to cum.”



I spat him out of my mouth. He grabbed my head and pulled the towel holding my hair off with one hand. Then he pulled my hair until my heard turned just right under his cock. Bill flogged himself with the other hand. He murmured as the first jet of jizz slapped across my cheek soon my face was covered with his cum. I grabbed his dick and squeezed it firmly milking the remaining drops of cum from it.



Bill looked down at my splooge covered face and smiled. “I really love you.”



“I love you too.” I said as I picked up the towel from the floor and cleaned my face.



We went upstairs to dress. Bill insisted that he rub my pussy down again with baby oil again. I complied and allowed him work the oil and his fingers into the folds of my cunt. My excitement added to the moisture of the oil. Bill fingered me for several minutes before he allowed me to put on my panties. I noticed that my pussy lips were puffy with passion as I slipped my white panties on.



As I dressed in a simple white blouse and a gray knee-length skirt Bill packed me an overnight bag and grabbed the garment bag that contained my dress. We wouldn’t be coming back to the house before my date. Bill had already arranged for me to get my hair and nails done. As we drove to the hair dresser I ask Bill what he was going to do while I was with Victor.



“I’ve been invited to a poker game at a colleague’s house,” he said.



We arrived at the hair dresser. Bill had made an appointment with one of the top stylists in town, not my regular beautician. Not only did Bill accompany me inside he was adamant about staying and supervising the process. He wanted my hair out of my face yet still show off the length. The hair stylist took the top half of my hair pulled into a bun and secured it with a clip. The remainder he twisted into a ponytail and pulled it through the bun. It hung loose against the back of neck and down my back.



I smiled approvingly and wondered when Bill learned so much about ladies hairstyles. The gay hairstylist gushed at the attention my husband was giving me and inquired if maybe tonight was a special occasion. Bill grinned and affirmed that tonight was definitely going to be special. He left a generous tip.



After the leaving the beauty shop we headed for the nail salon. Bill insisted that I get both a manicure and a pedicure. He thought my fingernails and toenails should be painted to match my dress. As we walked down the street toward the salon Bill pulled me into an alley he pulled me into an embrace and kissed me hard on the mouth.



His tongue penetrated my mouth and searched for mine. I wrapped my arms around him and he immediately squeezed both my breasts. Bill had stopped me from putting on my bra before we left home. He said it was so I would be more comfortable but he really just wanted to cop a feel when the opportunity presented itself.



“Bill, someone will see.” I whined through panted breaths. The threat of public exposure was an added exhilaration.



“I don’t care. You’re gorgeous and if I want to grope your big beautiful tits I will.” He said and clinched down on my tits with his firm hands like a shopper testing a cantaloupe. I responded, “Oooh.”



My nipples were as hard as stone and they were clearly visible against the white material of my blouse. Bill looked at them and gave each a playful pinch. He was pleased as I moaned in response. I was beginning to get warm deep in my belly and I felt my pussy moisten even more. He somehow sensed this and hustled me out of the alley and on toward the nail salon.



Bill had acquired a swath of the red chiffon material my dress was made of and gave it to the Vietnamese manicurist. She took it into the back to match the color meanwhile my hands and feet soaked in olive oil. She returned and started on my fingernails she filed them to a squoval shape before applying the red polish.



While my fingernails dried she went to work on my feet. She dried them off and rubbed the bottoms of them with a pumice stone. She trimmed my toenails and then she stuck a cotton ball between each toe and painted each one.



Bill found an empty stool, snagged it and sat down next to the manicurist. I smiled at him unsure of his intentions. He simply pushed my knee over forcing me to spread my legs. The Vietnamese girl got a glimpse up my skirt and smiled at me. I could feel my panties clinging to my wet cunt giving me a camel toe. I was sure that she would have picked up my scent if it hadn’t been for the odor of nail polish and other chemicals in the salon.



“You have good time tonight,” she smiled at Bill.



We went to another beauty parlor. Bill had contacted a professional cosmetologist to apply my make-up. Once again Bill supervised trying to create a specific look. When the make-up artist was done and I looked in the mirror. I was amazed at the sexy look she had created with mascara, eye shadow and lipstick.



“You look so beautiful and sexy,” whispered Bill.



We grabbed a bite to eat at nearby bistro. We sat outside and watched pedestrians go by as we ate. We sat at table with four chairs. Bill sat next to me instead of across from me, which I thought was unusual until I felt his hand on my thigh. I tried to cross my legs as his hand travelled higher. He squeezed my thigh hard and shook his head negatively. I surrendered and opened my legs slightly. His hand was soon under my skirt and he ran a finger seductively up and down my wet slit.



“Why are doing this to me?” I complained.



“What am I doing?” He feigned innocently.



“Why are you teasing when you have no intention of pleasing me?”



“I’m teasing you for two reasons my dear. One, I enjoy doing it. I love how your body responds to my touch. It gives me great satisfaction. Two, I want you in a heighten state of arousal for Victor. He deserves your enthusiastic attention tonight.”



I moaned as Bill slipped his hand through the leg hole of my panties and penetrated my pussy with his thumb. A businessman eating lunch at a nearby table poked his dinner companion and pointed at us. I smiled broadly at them and then closed my eyes as Bill somehow worked his forefinger up my butthole. He drew his finger and thumb together like I was a six-pack this placed pressure on my G-spot.



I awkwardly clutched at the table and practically turned it over. I felt my face flush red and I had just about hit my peak when Bill pulled his hand from my crotch. I groaned in frustration and lay my head down on the table for just a moment.



After I composed myself I sat up, glared at him and asked, “Do plan to do this to me the rest of the day?”



He smiled and simply said, “Yep, and you’re going to let me.”



“Really?”



“Yeah, cause you like it. You like being teased. You like the thrill of maybe getting caught and you hope I slip up and actually get you to cum.”



Bill asked a passing waitress for our check. She smiled and said that it had been taken care of by a businessman who said that he had enjoyed the lunch time floor show. I looked at Bill and blushed. He just smiled at the waitress and left her a big tip. As we left I swiveled my hips a little more than usual for the benefit of the bistro’s patrons. Bill was really bringing out my inner slut.



We returned to the parking garage where we left our car. Bill went to the passenger side to unlock the door for me. Suddenly he commanded, “Give me your panties.”



“What?”



“Stella, give me your panties. I want them right now.”



Bill’s eyes were full of lust and his voice choked with passion. His teasing was not simply exciting me it was inciting him as well.



“Okay. I said and lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down, they hesitated for a moment clinging to the folds of my wet cunt. I grabbed his arm for support as I stepped out of them and then I handed them to him.



He put them to his face and inhaled deeply. “I love your pussy, Stella. Show it to me.”



“What?”



“I said lift your skirt and show me your bald pussy.”



I leaned back against the car with my feet shoulder width apart then I grabbed the hem of my skirt and raised it above my waist. I watched Bill’s face as his eyes rested on my bald cunt. I didn’t need a mirror to know that my pussy lips were swollen with lust and wet with desire.



Bill’s eyes filled with hunger and lust he unzipped his trousers and took his hard cock out and began to beat-off with abandon. He took his free hand and jammed two fingers into my gash. It took my breath away.



I watched amazed as Bill masturbated both us. I noticed a security camera’s blinking red light over Bill’s shoulder as he continued to work his dick in his fist. I could hear footsteps echo through the garage and somewhere a car started. All this added to the exhilaration of the moment.



Bill was pressing his palm hard against my clit. It ventured from its hood seeking satisfaction. I was close to climax. Suddenly, Bill pulled his fingers out of me and leaned that wet hand against the car for balance. I groaned in protest at the frustrated emptiness I felt.



Jet streams of cum shot from his cock and doused my naked pussy. A large wad of white landed on my exposed clit. I almost had an orgasm myself but couldn’t and I stamped my foot in frustration. I dropped my skirt and leaned into Bill and groaned. “I need to cum, Bill”



Bill kissed my ear as he replaced his cock and did up his trousers. “I know Baby; just think how good it will feel when Victor gets his cock into you. I love you my sexy, Stella.”



We got into the car and drove down to the booth where the parking attendant sat. I noticed the TV monitors in the booth and smiled at the attendant. He nodded and smiled back. I flashed him a look at my naked pussy as Bill paid him. He whistled and Bill pulled the car away.



“What was that? Flashing? Aren’t you a glutton for attention.” giggled Bill.



“Just a little tip for the attendant for doing such a good job watching the car.” I giggled feeling sexy and slutty.



Bill’s teasing and attention had done the trick I felt a confident sexiness. I was ready for my evening with Victor.

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The start of the fall season was hectic. The freshman class needed directions to almost everywhere. Room assignments got mixed, and with the new cohabitation rule in the dorms, gender lines were soon drawn.



Jennifer looked on it all with humor. She had gone through this mess only last week, and so had a head start on the class. She signed in to the west dorm and followed the throng to the 3rd floor, where her room was.



When she opened the room, she saw two beds, one on either side of the room. At the foot of each bed was a desk. A full length mirror was on the wall right next to it. In between the beds were two standing wardrobe closets. There was a good-sized throw rug on the floor in front of the closets. Sheets and a blanket and pillow were neatly folded at the foot of each bed. It was a standard issue freshman room.



Jennifer took the bed on the right as you enter the room. It was slightly more protected from the door, which opened into a 6′ entryway into the room, and there were 4 coat hooks on the wall. She looked around and decided to get some money from Jason, her boyfriend and love, to do a little decorating. She hoped she would not have to stay here longer than it was necessary to get into a sorority, but she was not going to live Spartan until then.



Jennifer opened her bags and put away her clothes. She put her amazing amount of books on the desk, and then made the bed. Once finished, she put together her little bookshelf and placed it next to the desk. It fit perfectly between the desk and the wall on her side. She put away her books, put her supplies in the drawers, put her laptop on the desktop, then decided to lie down. Her classes did not start until next week, and she had freshman orientation and interviews starting tomorrow.



She must have dozed off, for when she awakened, she saw a small girl making the other bed. She had already set up her desk and put away her clothes. She had incense burning, filling the room with an aromatic, vanilla smell.



“Hello,” Jennifer said sleepily. The other woman jumped from the sound of her voice, and turned around. She had definite Chinese features, but an American stance and bearing to her. She had black hair and almond shaped dark eyes. She had a slim but luscious build, and she looked like she carried herself well. Jennifer found herself slightly attracted to her.



The girl spied Jennifer, and grinned “Hiyo!” she said jovially.



Jennifer got up and shook her long blonde hair. “I’m Jennifer Holston,” she said.



“Yolanda, Yolanda Chu. How ya doin’?” she asked.



Jennifer was amused by the way this woman spoke English! “I’m doing all right,” she said. “I just got in this morning.”



“Got here two hour ago,” she said. “Had trouble finding here. Boy on floor directed me. Nice boyo too! Good buns!”



Jennifer laughed. “What are you studying?”



“Law. Corporate and trial. You?”



“Business and Trial law.”



“Good. We be in classes together!”



“I guess so,” Jennifer said.



Jennifer found this girl a little quirky, but likable. She moved with a lithe and grace born of a gymnast. Jennifer herself was thinking of trying for the track team, since she had done well with that in high school.



“You hungry?” Yolanda asked.



“Famished!” Jennifer said, just realizing she WAS hungry.



“Let’s go then!”



Jennifer got up, smoothed her hair down and straightened her halter-top. It had moved a bit while lying down, and showed a little more of her right tit than she wanted to show.



Jennifer looked up and halted, surprised at what she saw. Yolanda was watching her chest as she was adjusting her halter! Jennifer wondered. Could she and Yolanda…



But thoughts of lustful possibilities had to wait. Jennifer’s stomach had rumbled as the two girls left their room, and headed towards the cafeteria. Being unaware, as of yet, of where everything was at, they had soon lost their way. They spied a couple of upperclassmen approaching, and asked where it was. Since the girls had flirted shamelessly with them, they had given the directions enthusiastically.



When they got to the cafeteria, they found it packed. There seemed to be no place to sit, but Jennifer’s stomach still demanded food. The line was just as packed, as students talked with each other, and got jostled by those passing with trays. Eventually, She and Yolanda got their food and went in search for a place to sit.



The search did not take long. They spied a couple empty chairs at a table where a stocky built man and his slim Asian friend were sitting. Jennifer and Yolanda looked at each other, and smiled. Squaring their shoulders, the girls approached the table.



“May we join you?” Jennifer asked.



The two boys looked up, and their jaws dropped. Jennifer was wearing a white halter, her nipples slightly pushing through the material, and shorts and sandals. Yolanda was wearing yellow tube top and yellow shorts, with flip-flops. Both women wore their hair long.



Jennifer smiled, used to this reaction. Yolanda giggled, apparently used to this as well.



“Well?” Jennifer asked archly.



“Oh, um, yes! Have a seat!” said the stocky one. Both men stood up as the girls sat down.



“Thanks,” Yolanda said. “My legs getting tired.”



“You’re welcome,” the Asian man said, more formally than Jennifer would have expected.



“I’m Jennifer, by the way,” Jennifer said. “Jennifer Holston.”



“Tommy Queen,” said the stocky one, introducing himself.



“Jerry Chang, ladies,” said the Asian one.



“Yolanda Chu, boyos,” Yolanda said, in her flirty voice.



With the introductions out of the way, the four ate and conversed. Jennifer found that the two boys were in the same dorm, one floor down; Tommy was a Business Administration major, and Jerry was an Asian Studies major.



The meal went jovially. Jennifer took a liking to these two obvious friends. Tommy seemed a happy-go-lucky soul, where Jerry was more grounded, more intense in his outlook. These two men thrilled and impressed Jennifer, and by the time they were finished, the four of them knew they would be friends.



When they were finished, the girls said their goodbyes and headed back towards the dorms. The sun was going down, and the amber light flooded the quad beautifully.



“It is so beautiful here,” Yolanda remarked as they walked through the quad.



“Where are you from, Yolanda?” Jennifer asked.



“Dover, Maryland,” She said. “My family moved there three year ago.”



“I am from Cetnerville, about 85 miles from here.”



“You got a guy?”



“Oh, Yes!” Jennifer said dreamily. “He is so gorgeous! He teaches aerobics, and he is tall, and long and-”



Jennifer checked herself. She had said too much, and started to blush.



“All ok,” Yolanda said, grabbing her hand and holding it. “No need to blush. I understand. Your man big and make you happy?”



Jennifer looked at her diminutive friend, and saw that beautiful face and body.



“Yes he is,” Jennifer finally said. “I will be so glad to see him in a month. We decided to let me get into my classes before we see each other again, so I can get into my study habits.”



“Oh,” Yolanda said. “So you get lonely before then?”



“Maybe,” Jennifer said, not sure of the direction she was taking the conversation. That question had inflamed her imagination again, and she had to forcefully shut it off.



Yolanda, sensing something, said nothing the rest of the way back to the dorm.



The halls were a mélange of bodies coming and going from the communal washrooms. Boys and girls on the same floor can get pretty crazy, Jennifer thought to herself. She and Yolanda threaded their way through the milling bodies. There was so little room that Jennifer thought she had rubbed up against everyone in the building by the time they finally made it to their room.



“Whew!” Jennifer said, closing the door to the throng outside. “So many people!”



“Yes,” Yolanda said, flopping on her bed. “Too much for one day.”



Jennifer sat on her bed, looking over at Yolanda, who started to hum. She was trying to figure out what was so attractive about her. She was definitely beautiful. She was the same height as her, but Yolanda was a bit smaller all around. Her comments earlier had alerted Jennifer about—something she could not put her finger on.



Yolanda got up, and started to strip. “I take shower,” she said.



Jennifer thought that was a good idea. “Hang on, Yolanda,” she said, starting to strip herself, “I’ll join you.”



The two disrobed quickly. Jennifer grabbed her towel, but then got a deliciously wicked idea. She snuck up a little on Yolanda and, after twirling her towel a bit, snapped her towel and caught Yolanda on her beautiful ass cheek! Yolanda squealed, and jumped in the air a bit. She turned around.



“Ouch!” Yolanda said, with a look of playful retribution on her face. “Oh, you get it now, Jenny baby!”



Quicker than Jennifer could follow, Yolanda grabbed her towel from the bed. With a squeal, Jennifer jumped as the towel snapped at her. It caught her right on the hip. Laughing, the girls chased each other around the room, snapping their towels at each other



When the girls tired a bit from the running around, and a playful “truce” that ended with a wonderful full body hug was sworn, they wrapped their fluffy towels around themselves. They stepped out into the hallway, and whistles and catcalls bombarded them. The girls just laughed and continued walking toward the showers, wiggling their asses as they went.



They got to the showers, and found them deserted. Jennifer took the first shower and Yolanda took the second. They shivered as the cool water hit them before warming up. They quickly washed themselves, and stepped out to towel off. They were just wrapping up again when the next wave of girls came in.



“Oh, look, pigeon talker and her wondertit friend!” said the first girl. She was a good 6′ blonde looker. Jennifer decided she was a cheerleader type.



“Oh, look, Airhead League is here!” Yolanda shot back.



The tall girl took a menacing step forward. Jennifer stepped in between.



“That’s enough!” Jennifer said to Yolanda and the tall girl. She didn’t know what started this, but she was not about to get into a fight the first night!



The tall girl looked at Jennifer, and sniffed. Jennifer had the distinct impression that the woman had assessed her, and found herself not up to Jennifer’s ample proportions, so decided to compensate with bravado.



Jennifer kept an eye on the group as they passed. There were five of them, and they all looked about the same in height.



When the group passed, Jennifer grabbed Yolanda’s hand. Yolanda was still looking at the group with daggers in her eyes when she felt Jennifer’s pull to go back to their room. She let herself be led back.



In the room, Jennifer let go of her and went to her desk. “Now what was that all about?” she asked Yolanda, as she sat in her chair.



“Those girls got here when I did,” Yolanda said. “They think they upper crust, or some shit like. They look down at me because I no speak English good yet. I do okay, though. That big girl was worst of bunch. She tried to hit, but missed and fall hard. Thinks I tripped her. Boyos saw it and took my side. They left. Then they found out who I was with in roommates. They know you too. Watch them.”



Jennifer took this in, and nodded. She would definitely watch them. She turned toward the mirror, unwrapped the towel from her body, and briskly dried her hair.



Yolanda shrugged, took her towel off, and started to dry herself.



Jennifer glanced in the mirror, and was transfixed by the sight of Yolanda’s nude body, slowly turning as she dried herself. Her tits were small, about a 34B in size, and she had a thin waist and slim hips. Her pussy hair was thick and brown, but well trimmed. A familiar tingle in Jennifer’s pussy slowly infused her body, and a lust for this girl surfaced. Her thighs felt slick.



Yolanda was drying between her legs when she looked up and saw Jennifer watching her. In the flash of a moment, Yolanda knew enough about Jennifer to know that she and her would make it. She saw her legs rubbing against each other, and knew that she liked women as well. Feeling wanton, she made a decision.



Yolanda dropped her towel, and slowly padded towards Jennifer.



Jennifer, transfixed, watched her approach in the mirror. She could feel Yolanda’s presence as she stopped just behind her. The intensity of the near contact was arousing Jennifer more. Her nipples hardened from the erotic feeling.



Yolanda placed her right hand on Jennifer’s shoulder, caressing it. Jennifer gasped at the touch. Yolanda then slid her hand down, lightly touching the skin, toward the most beautiful breast she had ever seen. As her hand traced the shape, Jennifer leaned her head back, and sighed.



“Mmmmm!”



Yolanda snaked her other hand around the side and cupped the other tit. She began to massage them, paying close attention to the aroused nipples. Jennifer shuddered with deliciously erotic delight as those small hands made contact with those nipples.



Yolanda was bent near Jennifer’s ear. She nipped the lobe, sucking it in, then released it.



“I love your tits,” Yolanda whispered huskily. “I seen no bigger. They feel good. I want to lick and suck those tits, bite on nipples, make you scream in pleasure.”



With each passing word, Jennifer’s lust grew. Her want of this woman was so strong it was starting to wrench her gut. She could not even utter a word it felt so good. Jennifer just moaned. It was then that she found Yolanda’s eyes in the mirror. The two locked their stare.



Jennifer watched, with lustful fascination, to the manipulation and groping of her enormous globes. Yolanda’s hands were a blur as she flitted her fingers across aroused flesh, sending ripples of pleasure through, Jennifer. She grabbed the nipples between thumb and forefinger, squeezing, twisting, pulling. Yolanda watched every ripple, every movement, of Jennifer in the mirror. Yolanda found herself getting wet from the sight.



Jennifer felt incredible, and so horny it hurt. Keeping her sight on Yolanda, Jennifer slowly opened her legs. The pink, puffy lips of her pussy opened. Moisture dripped from the hole of her cunt, making Yolanda hiss in heat. Jennifer then slowly brought her hand over her hip, lightly snaking through her pubic hair. Her middle finger pressed in her slit just behind her clit, and drew back the hood. She then flicked her exposed clit with her forefinger. Jennifer shuddered. Yolanda panted at the sight, and started rubbing her legs together.



Jennifer’s lust rose even more. Her tits were being thoroughly groped, and her pussy was on fire as she continued fingering her clit. She watched Yolanda as she became more and more aroused by the sight. Both women moaned their pleasure. When one woman applied more pressure, so did the other. Soon, it was too much for Jennifer to take. She needed to eat Yolanda’s pussy, suck her tits, make her come…



Jennifer sat bolt upright, dislodging Yolanda’s hands, and swung around in her chair to face her. Jennifer reached out and stroked Yolanda’s hip, causing her to whimper.



Jennifer looked up into Yolanda, almond shaped eyes, saw a lust there as fierce as her own. They locked glances. Slowly, Jennifer reopened her legs. Yolanda spread her legs, then put one foot on the seat, in between Jennifer’s legs. She then inched her foot closer to Jennifer’s open and wet pussy. She then used her big toe to rub the lips, making Jennifer whimper with need. She then started rubbing her clit, making Jennifer shudder.



Jennifer could no longer wait. She grabbed on to Yolanda’s hip, and brought her face to her pussy. Jennifer snaked her tongue out and tasted her roommate. It was very sweet, and pungent with her need. Jennifer licked her entire crack, from back to front, constantly scraping across the clit. Yolanda shuddered and almost lost her “footing” in Jennifer’s cunt. Jennifer then took the clit into her mouth, sucking hard, while she took two fingers and inserted them into Yolanda’s tight, wet, pulsating cunt.



Yolanda went wild inside. She had to hang on to Jennifer’s head just to keep from falling. She used her big toe to “fuck” Jennifer, and Jennifer was sucking her and finger fucking her. They moaned the pleasure they received from each other. After a few minutes, though, Jennifer sat back up, and disengaged Yolanda’s wonderfully talented foot from her pussy. She brought Yolanda in to herself and gave her a big hug. Then she looked directly into Yolanda’s face.



“Go lock the door,” Jennifer whispered.



Yolanda disengaged from Jennifer and went to lock the door. Jennifer stood up, a little unsteadily. When she returned, Yolanda literally skipped over to Jennifer and hugged her. She kissed Jennifer with a passion. Tongues explored each other’s mouths, and hands explored each other’s bodies. Yolanda’s hands came to rest on Jennifer’s globes and fondled them expertly. Jennifer tilted back her head and moaned. She planted her lips on Jennifer’s left tit, sucking the nipple. Jennifer massaged her head as she sucked.



“Ooh, that feels so good!” Jennifer cooed.



Yolanda continued her sucking. She then snaked her right hand down to Jennifer’s pussy, and slowly started to rub her clit. Every once in a while she would pinch it with her thumb and forefinger, making Jennifer squeal with delight.



Jennifer was amazed at the skill that Yolanda was showing. She also found herself being pressed back so that she would fall on her bed. Jennifer allowed this, and the two fell on her bed. Yolanda landed on top of her.



“Your big tit tastes sweet,” Yolanda said happily. “Now you suck mine.”



Jennifer remained amused by this girl’s way of doing things. Yolanda moved up and planted her right tit in Jennifer’s mouth. Jennifer started to lick and suck her small tit, easily taking the whole thing in her mouth.



“Ooh,” Yolanda moaned, “you know how to suck tit.”



Jennifer switched between Yolanda’s tits, alternating between sucking and biting them. Her hand found Yolanda’s pussy again, and she started to tweak her pussy lips. She was very wet. She then found her clit, and started to furiously rub it. It did not take long before Yolanda started to squirm with need.



“Oh, fuck, make my pussy sing!” Yolanda moaned.



Jennifer continued to suck her tits. She then slipped two fingers inside her juicy cunt and started to finger fuck her. Yolanda started to buck.



“Oh! Oh! My pussy on fire!” she said between moans. “Need your mouth on me. Eat my pussy!”



Jennifer released Yolanda’s tits. Yolanda quickly turned over so that her pussy was near Jennifer’s mouth. Jennifer smelled her. It was heady. She licked along the length of her pussy. Yolanda shivered. She tasted sweet, even sweeter than before. Jennifer knew she would enjoy this woman. She drove her head into Yolanda’s crotch, attaching her lips to her pussy, and sucked hard. Yolanda gasped.



“Oh, that’s it!” she moaned. “Suck me hard woman!”



Jennifer wrapped her arms around her slim waist and held her in place while she attacked Yolanda’s pussy. She shoved her tongue in her pussy hole, making Yolanda jump.



Yolanda, close to orgasm, dove into Jennifer’s waiting and wet pussy. She licked her pussy furiously, swirling her tongue around her clit. The harder that Jennifer sucked her cunt, the harder Yolanda sucked hers. She expertly used her tongue on Jennifer’s clit, pussy lips, and hole. She made Jennifer bounce with each lick, and made her tremble with desire. Yolanda then snaked her hand under her and grabbed one of Jennifer’s tits, making her bounce.

It’s amazing what a ponytail will do to a man’s libido. Just seeing you like that sends shivers down my forearms. Makes my pants tighter. It exposes your neckline. Your ears are nibble accessible. Your jawline is beautiful; not to mention imagining a handful of that ponytail is a huge turn on. The way you walk in that skirt makes it look like you’re floating. Whoosh Whoosh as you walk by. You smell so good today. Not fair.



How long do I have to compose myself? Can I have you now? Someone would definitely find out.. but I can’t wait much longer. That neck calls out to be kissed. Maybe a little nibble. Each time you pass me, you make a point of “accidentally” brushing against me.



I see how it is. One of these times, I’m just going to grab you and take what you keep offering, in not so many words. I think you’d like that. Your hips are screaming all the things that your lips are not right now. I’m getting it loud and clear. You walk into the supply closet.



How convenient. I need “something” from the supply closet too. I follow closely and quickly. The sound of the door closing startles you, but does not surprise. You knew I would follow. You’ve been thinking of this encounter for as long as I have. You slowly turn around, and give a sly smile. I have walked right into your trap, and have done so willingly. I wonder if you wore any panties under that skirt. I’m thinking I might get to find out. But first, I need to see if that neck is as supple and inviting as I have imagined it to be.



I walk up behind you, and run one hand across your neckline, gently tickling. The other hand brushes the small of your back. I can feel my pulse race in my chest and my fingers feel your heart beating in your neck. You smell so good today…



You don’t say a word: still facing away from me. I lean forward and breathe on your neck, just behind your ear. Good thing you’ve got that pony tail. So sexy. The smell of your skin gets me even harder than I already was. I didn’t think that was possible. A tiny kiss at first. Your body tingles from the warmth. Your skin is as supple as I had imagined. Thank you for this moment. Good thing I locked the door.



My hand moves around from the small of your back to the front of your hip. The motion pushes you back into me. You notice a pleasantly large bulge pressing into the small of your back. You’d definitely like to explore that a bit later, but first, this neck thing is feeling pretty damn good. Interesting how my tongue stud feels on your neck: it’s warm, smooth hard and foreign. . Irresistible, nonetheless.



A nibble on your ear elicits a moan. Oh yes. I imagine you’re getting about as wet as I am hard. the anticipation is killing me, but good things come to those who wait… Besides, you’ve begun gyrating your hips into my rock hard cock. This feels damn good on its own. I feel like a hungry animal right now. I want you so bad, it’s hard not to bite… No no. Just nibbles for now, and licks and a little sucking…. And of course my breath. Warm and sweet. I imagine you’ll taste warm and sweet when i finally get this tongue down that far.



My hand that’s been creeping from your back to your hip is inching ever closer to that moist mound; Your hips gyrate to the rhythm of my fingers. Your skin is warm and smooth. Your thighs are amazing. I can feel the heat from under those panties.



Oh yes. You want me as much as I want you. You move your feet apart slightly, allowing a bit better access. Thank you, lover. My fingers trace the outline of your panties. I feel warm, wet excitement between your legs. Your knees are shaking, your breaths are shallow and fast. The cotton is great for soaking up those juices. God, you’re turned on. I wonder if it was it the anticipation, the taboo of what we’re doing, my kisses, or just the fact that you know this big cock wants you so bad….



I reach up and grab a handful of hair. Fuck, I love ponytails. Suddenly, I push you to the door. Your skirt still up, my fingers are now under your panties. I push you against the door. Never letting go of your hair, I undo my jeans. Aaaahhh. Relief. It was getting way too tight in there. My shaft pulses with the idea of what I’m about to do. I rub the head, and spread the precum around. Not that I’ll need lube for what’s about to happen.. With a firm grip on your ponytail I push you forward. Bending at the waist, you use your hands to brace yourself. Forcefully, I flip up your skirt. I want to rip those panties right off you, but I’ll be nice. My cock is so swollen and hard. I rub the head on those now soaking panties. The heat is amazing. I can feel your clit through your panties. Glistening strands seep out from my cock. Fuck! I want this so bad. Harder, I push against your panties, rubbing up and down your lips. You tremble and moan. “Please, fuck me Pierce.” “Fuck me now!” Not yet. Anticipation.



I’m going to enjoy this so much. Finally, I relent. “Are you ready?”, I breathlessly moan. Pulling your panties down to your ankles, you kick them away. Skin to skin, cock to lips I rub now. Pushing my throbbing head to your eager hole, you lean your hips back. No, not yet. I grab the base of my shaft and swirl around. Tight fast little circles. You literally can’t handle any more of this torture. Stopping now, I rest the head right where you are begging me to thrust. I grab your hip, the other hand tightens around your ponytail. You can feel my heart beating in my cock. Breathing is so fast now. My heart pounds in my chest, ears, and neck Fuck. Here we go…



Or not. right when you think I’m about to shove this cock deep inside you, I suddenly back away. I said I was going to taste you, and I’ll be damned if I don’t. Dropping to my knees, I bury my face deep between your thighs. Holy fuck! You’re dripping down your legs. I lap you up like a man dying of thirst. I need you, all of you. Your lips are swollen with anticipation. Each lick is like a lightening bolt shooting through your body. Tingles come in waves, and are followed by shudders.



I suck your lips and flick your clit with the tip of my tongue. You are bucking your hips into me. I have to brace against your thighs lest I fall back. So hungry. I lick and suck you like a man possessed. My cock throbs between my legs; angry at me for how close it was to paradise just now.



Don’t worry my shaft. You’ll get to explore deep inside her soon enough. These lips need to surround you. I can taste it. They need you bad.



Long fast licks from your clit all the way back to some very taboo place that feels so good. Too good to think that it’s dirty what I’m doing to you. “Don’t think about it, just enjoy it”, you think to yourself. Yes. Just enjoy all of it. Back and forth, up and down my tongue drives you over the edge. Good thing there’s a door handle. You grip it tightly as an orgasm suddenly and violently takes over your entire body. You rock back into my face. My tongue fucks your tight little pussy as fast as it can.



I feel your lips tighten around my tongue as you cum all over my face. Fuck. I could cum right now just from that. You turn me on so much. Wave after wave of orgasm flows through you. Your knees want to buckle, but you won’t allow it. You need my mouth, lips, tongue, and stud to keep on doing exactly what they’re doing. Your face tingles. Your neck is hot. Nipples are rock hard. Sensing a golden opportunity, I reach up and caress each breast. I can feel how hard your nipples are. Fuck. So turned on. I can tell the volcano of climax is beginning to subside from deep inside you. Maybe now you’ll be ready for this cock. A stream of precum is extending from my cock all the way to the ground. My rod jumps and pulses with excitement. My shaft almost has a mind of its own, And that mind is thinking of only one thing. . .



You drop to your knees. The whole thing as been too overwhelming. Panting, you plead for more. You wish you could stand, but that’s not going to happen right now. A single tear streams down your face. Pleasure, ecstasy, passion all wrapped up in one little teardrop. As you collapse to your knees, you feel my cock throbbing against your ass. My poor cock. It was so close to where we both wanted it to be.



“Stand up” I say. “I don’t think I can”, you whimper. “Fine. This dick can do the lifting…” I push forward. The head of my swollen shaft pushes on your forbidden place. The pressure is amazing. Tingles. Electricity. Your mind races as your body shudders. You bite your lip and clench your ass at first. Your eyes are clamped shut, and little moans keep escaping your mouth. How can something so bad feel so good. Precum oozes out of the tip of my cock. It’s a great lubricant. I can feel your tight little ass start to relax, allowing my cock to start to explore….



Not yet. It’s too much right now, and I’m too big. As the force increases, and you feel your hole begin to relent, you strain to stand. Up we go. My rod pushing you back to your feet. Fuck. It felt so good. Maybe someday we’ll try that, but not today.



You turn to face me. My lips are salty sweet as you kiss them gently. Standing in front of you, my cock throbs against your navel. My hands massage your breasts as your fingers tease my shaft and balls. I hope you’re ready for this. I’ve held back long enough. It’s time to see how much of this crank you can take. I’m hoping to bury it all the way, but we’ll see. You’re definitely wet enough but are you capable. I reach down to feel, and yes… You’re more than ready with wetness. One finger and then two slide in with little effort.



I reach down and grab a thigh with each hand, lifting you up and hovering over my throbbing dick, slowly I lower you. Held above my cock, the throb acts like a pleasure/torture toy. Pump, pump, pump across your clit. You’re loving every second of it, but you want more. You NEED that iron rod deep inside you. You kiss my mouth with the same starvation I was showing earlier. Sucking on my tongue, you play with my stud.



Moans. Deep moans escape your lips as you beg. Plead. Please. “Fuck me now, Pierce!” What restraint I’ve displayed thus far is now completely and utterly gone. I lower you down further, and the head of my throbbing dick starts to spread your lips. Your body quivers with excitement. Here it comes. The moment has finally arrived. Your nails dig into my back. My hands cup your ass as you slide down onto my pulsing shaft. You gasp and yelp. “Shhh! Any louder and we’re both getting fired”, I growl with a smile. You reply with a bite to my lip hard enough to make me let my own yelp. Well played, my dear.



Good girl. All the way down you go. You’ve taken all of me inside you. It’s so tight; almost too much. It hurts good. Pure fucking pleasure. Up you go. I lift you so that just my swollen head is still inside your sweet lips. I flex my cock, and my crown swells bigger, filling you as tight as you can go. Back down. Taking my shaft all the way to my balls. They drip with your juices. Up and down we go. Two bodies moving to one beat.



Faster we grind, both feeling the rise of climax building from deep within. You begin to slap down on my shaft, rubbing your clit with each hit. Harder and faster we move. Breaths rise and fall as one. Deeper my shaft drives. The head swells even bigger, and my cock gets steel hard. You can tell I’m getting ready to explode. You know you’re about to do the same. Starting in your toes and fingers, that tingling begins. Moving upward and inward it creeps. Your throat and chest feel like they’re on fire. The back of your neck is cool with perspiration.



Each bounce on my cock is covered in a moan from those supple delicious lips of yours. Your ponytail bobs back and forth with each thrust. You tilt your hips forward further. You want more; want it all. How deep can you force me inside you? We’re about to find out. You lean forward and suck on my mouth. Out of breath and moaning, I can feel your heartbeat on your breasts as they’re pressed against my chest.



And then it happens. My shaft explodes with wanton desire. Every ounce of seed I had in me erupts violently from my cock. Deep inside you, I coat your walls with thick cum. As my load shoots forth, your lips and pussy tighten and convulse with the force of the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had. You can feel my sticky sweet cum filling you up, as your body takes you to a place you didn’t know existed. Your eyes roll back, and all sense of reality is lost in this moment. Your entire existence is focused on this feeling. This warm tingly pulsing electricity bursting from my cock into your walls, and all through you. Our bodies spasm as one. Rocked again and again with an ecstasy that has never been reached by any two people, and may never be seen again. Unless we’re lucky, and can find a way to sneak back into the supply closet again.



“Tomorrow work for you? Same time, same place…….?”

*Birds are made beautiful by their plumage but divine by their flight*



(Once more, thank you frontma for editing)



(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I’d like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)




Sharing Umbrellas



Tuesday: My schedule which the Chancellor had been set in stone, had me in sole custody of the fifth-floor bathroom from five forty-five until six, so I was grateful that only six girls were waiting for me when I arrived. At some level I was sure they expected me to say something and I was pretty sure they hadn’t really articulated what they wanted. I said nothing and edged past them.



The bravest one, Opal, followed quickly after me, though I had that special moment of taking off my robe in front of her as I readied for my shower. Somehow the blood of Homer’s Amazons had entered this school’s student body because Opal met my bluff with her buff (body) and crawled under her own water stream once the water was steamy.



As I started washing my hair, I caught sight of another girl moving in on my far side. I did my best to remain nonchalant and managed to get my hair clean before they made their move.



“Zane,” Opal asked innocently, “would you wash my back?” I smiled, nodded, and took the bottle of liquid soap from her hands.



I poured some into my palms before placing the bottle on the closest shelf. I started rubbing it onto her shoulders and down her back. The placement of our bodies was complicated by my emergent erection. I worked my way down her back until I touched, then parted and cupped, her ass. I pressed my body against her back with my penis taking a few moments decide on whether it would go up, in, or in between. Finally it slipped up until my cock rested warmly on her back.



Opal was totally overtaken by events and simply stood there as I slowly rubbed my body up and down against her back. She looked over her shoulder speculatively as I reached past her for more liquid soap and poured some into my hand. Bottle put aside, I shared the soap with the off-hand before starting to rub down the front of her shoulders.



“Put your hands behind your back,” I whispered into Opal’s ear. She was initially hesitant, then started putting them behind her back where she brushed against my cock, and again before she wrapped her hands around it and began slowly stroking it with a soapy grip. While she was working on my morning wood I made slow circles down to her breasts.



Her nipples came alive under my fingertips. I first coaxed them, then plucked them, and finally pinched them tightly as I handled the rest of her breasts roughly. Opal began panting, moaning, and undulating her whole body against mine. I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her on the crux of her jaw and neck.



“Ooohhh…Ooohhh…Ooohhh…” Opal began to gasp. I felt her body start to tremble under my touch so I hunted for that most sensitive place with my tongue and bit into that spot on her neck sharply. Opal slammed hard into me, bouncing up and down on her toes like some sudsy, hot vibrator against my penis…if only I had the time.



“Aaahhh…” she sobbed in joy. Even after the orgasm settled, Opal kept gyrating against me.



“This wasn’t what I had in mind,” Opal moaned. Whoops!



“My apology,” I told her, and started separating from her, but she held firm.



“Oh, no, you don’t. Maybe you misunderstood me. This was more…much more than I expected. I’m glad you are superior to your hype. Can we do this tomorrow morning?”



“Hmmm…how about we see what comes up then?” I evaded. As I backed away, the girl on the other side held out her soap bottle expectantly. “Sorry, but I need to get out of here before girls…other girls show up,” I explained to her.



“Brigit; my name is Brigit,” she filled me in. “Can we do…that…tomorrow?” By ‘that,’ I assume she meant my version of the soapy body rub.



“Okay,” I said, “how about calling Iona and figuring out how you ladies want to handle my shower visits…though I would like to point out the Administration believes I’m in here alone.”



“Do you want us to stay away?” Opal asked cautiously.



“Opal, Brigit, I would rather go through life minus one testicle than miss spending time with any of you ladies but I don’t want anyone unwittingly getting into trouble because of me,” I answered.



“Since you need to be going,” Opal teased, “let me help.”



“I’ll help too,” Brigit insisted.



I’m going to be a while deciding exactly how I rate being shaved by one girl while getting a blowjob from another at the same time.



My facial expression caused Rio to laugh at me as I came back down to answer the door. It was around six thirty and I had only recently gotten back and put my school uniform on.



“Either you’ve been hit by the world’s softest two by four or you’ve already had sex at least once this morning,” she chuckled.



“Hey, Rio, Iona – come on in. It isn’t like I could stop you,” I joked.



“So, did you take her temperature, kick up her heels, or give her an attitude adjustment?” Rio teased as we headed up. Iona looked confused and expected me to be either equally confused or give her an explanation. I was confused, which made Rio laugh louder.



“Taking her temperature equals blowjob; kicking up the heels is straight-up fucking, and attitude adjustment is anal sex…jeesh, people,” Rio berated us. Once we came to my island of civilization in the wilderness of the Solarium, Iona looked around curiously; this may have been the first men’s bedroom she’d ever seen. Rio walked over to my bed, was about to plop down in it, then studied it for a second and gawked at me.



“Damn, Zane, what happened last night? How many girls did you have up here?” she grinned maniacally. I sighed and rolled my eyes.



“One,” I admitted. “How did you know?”



“Peach lip gloss and teeth marks on the pillow…several sets, so, You Go Boy!” she explained.



“Plus, your bed smells of Vaseline, baby oil, sweat, Secret deodorant, and a good deal of fuck juice – the female variety. Then there is the matter of…” she drew forth a long blonde hair…”you not being blonde.”



“This was not on the list!” squawked Iona. “Lip gloss…teeth marks?”



“That means he fucked her ass long and hard, Iona,” Rio explained to her far less experienced classmate, “and she came back for more…and more.”



Iona stole a look my way, hoping I’d deny everything, but I made eye contact with her and nodded. She looked disappointed in me, which oddly made me feel bad inside.



“Snap out of it, Iona,” Rio snorted. Iona still looked hurt. “What is more likely, Zane went trolling the lower levels for a girl to sex up, or a girl snuck up here and jumped him in his bed?”



“Oh,” Iona gasped, now more pleased. Apparently, me being nearly raped in my own bed was okay with her. From my point of view, I can try to understand women or I can appreciate them for what they willingly offer me. If a woman wants me to treat her like a Sphinx, I’ll leap at the challenge. One day I’m sure I’ll find a woman not worth this kind of effort but I’m not there yet.



I had finished getting dressed and was making toward the stairs when the door at the bottom opened and Barbie Lynn came bounding up. She took in my two companions without missing her stride before bouncing up to me.



“Hey, Zane,” she purred. “I wanted to make sure you hadn’t overslept.”



“Thanks, I appreciate the concern, but I slept great last night. Waking up feeling that good is always a pleasure. How did you sleep?” I responded.



“I tossed and turned,” she pouted. “I was missing something I couldn’t put my hands on. If I can’t figure out what that is I’ll be up pacing the halls well past midnight tonight.”



Rio stepped behind Barbie and made a gagging motion.



“So, Barbie Lynn,” Rio requested, “do you have any lip gloss I could use?” Barbie turned around and pulled a micro-jar that she handed to Rio.



“Mmmm…peach flavored,” Rio revealed vindictively. At some point I am sure Rio will show restraint; my challenge now is living long enough to see it.



Rio spanked Barbie Lynn hard on the ass and the Dorm Mother yelped in surprise and pain.



“Ow,” gasped Barbie Lynn, glaring at Rio. I moved an arm around Barbie and pulled her close, a gesture she comfortably molded into.



“I’m sorry,” Rio snickered, “but you have such a wonderful posterior BLT, I know it is a sin if no one appreciates it.”



“BLT?” I cautioned Rio, and by that I intoned that the next spanking was likely going to be administered to her by me.



“Barbie Lynn Tease,” Rio grinned, daring me to step up. As I handed my book bag to Iona, Rio squealed in delight and raced down the stairs. I was right behind her and I would have undoubtedly caught and punished her on the fifth floor if not for one thing.



“Zane, I’m here for your breakfast duty,” a sophomore I was to learn was named Emanuela commanded – Handmaiden’s Duty. Technically she should wait until I was outside, but…eh. They nailed Rio seconds before she could turn and gloat at me.



“Front or back?” I politely requested of Emanuela, who was thankfully on my schedule.



“Front or back?” she wondered.



“Do you want me to carry you like this?” I asked, as I swept her up in my arms. She was light enough, including book bag, for me to make it to the Dining Hall without too much effort.



“What is back?” she gasped.



“Piggyback,” I explained.



“Oh. I like this way much better,” she informed me. I started making my way through the crowd when I caught sight of Barbie Lynn and Iona coming down the stairs. Seeing my situation, Barbie put an arm around Iona and whispered something to her. Iona was already carrying my books and I had the feeling that Barbie knew I liked Iona so she was going to look after the small freshman for me.



Breakfast came and went and I found myself cornered and ‘forced’ to escort another girl to Assembly. She asked me if I’d prefer being covered with whipped cream or honey. I reminded her that whipped cream was cold but honey left a sticky residue – I suggested trying icing. At Assembly, the heavens broke and a hard rain set in as we got ready to disperse.



The problem came when it was realized that many girls hadn’t packed an umbrella. The answer for most was to take an umbrella from a freshman, which I found unsatisfactory. I had a sudden burst of insight as the first freshmen girls paled at the thought of being soaked through to the bone. I grabbed Iona and then made a beeline for Christina.



None of what followed would have been possible without the understanding of a girl I didn’t know, Pandora Jaspers. Her plan was for me to take my umbrella and cover us both as we went to class, but when I told her ‘I have a plan,’ she nodded and went along for the ride. Certainly we were a strange group that approached Christina Buchanan.



“Yes?” questioned Christina with her bemused expression as I came to a halt before her and her court. Chastity smiled, Heaven seethed, Faith looked uncertain, and the fifth girl was a cipher.



“I think I can do something about this rain,” I said urgently. Christina didn’t laugh but I had a feeling Pandora wanted to strangle me.



“Go on,” Christina commanded.



“We make a covered walkway of umbrellas, held by freshmen, to protect everyone going to the various halls,” I explained. Iona didn’t need to be prodded, working on phone to figure out the diameter of each umbrella and the length of each walkway. She’d be the final arbiter of ‘it could be done’ in the same way Christina was the mistress of ‘it will be done.’



Christina hardly missed a beat.



“Faith, you and…” she looked to Pandora.



“Pandora,” the sophomore provided eagerly.



“…Pandora go to the East door and get the plan rolling. Heaven and Hope, take the West door. Zane, you, Chastity, and Iona are going with me to the South.”



In the back of my mind was the fact that I had to humble Christina. Had she been overly arrogant, stupid, or indecisive, I might have worried less, but I took comfort in the saying that a man is known by the quality of his enemies. You couldn’t get much higher quality than Christina.



I almost missed the “Hey Zane” the fifth and highly captivatingly and exotic girl of Korean ancestry said to me as she headed off with Heaven.



“That is Hope,” Chastity explained, as we headed the other way.



“She seems friendly enough. Does she like me?” I said, fishing for information.



“If you mean does she want to punish you for challenging Christina then the answer is yes. If you mean is she angling for a way to relive everything you did with Barbie Lynn last night, then the answer to that is yes as well,” Chastity grinned. “If you are asking if she is even more turned on by this latest little stunt of yours, then I think she shares that reaction with the rest of Christina’s merry little band.”



“Amen,” Iona mumbled.



“What was that?” I asked Iona.



“Nothing, Zane. I’ve run the figures and we are only going to be able to cover one path out of each door,” Iona responded by redirecting the conversation.



“Chastity, call Hope and tell her she’ll open a path to Mesmer first, then Clegger. I’ll call Faith,” Christina directed. At this point, as freshmen, Iona and I pretty much had zero pull so we served best by staying out of the way. Once the orders began disseminating, I realized my part in events was over so I stashed Iona’s mildly protesting form behind Christina and took my place in the freshman umbrella line; Iona was working her ass off for me, the least I could do was keep her high and dry.



We were somewhat wet and late for class but the freshmen class had done something as a group, giving us the vaguest sense of an identity. While getting lunch, Iona stormed up to me and nearly wept over the fact that I was getting almost no credit for the morning’s event; it was all going to Christina. I told her to not worry about it, I did it for my fellow first years so what did I care.



I managed to get a quick lunch before applying a shoulder/back massage to a sophomore who’d traded three hours using her car for this, so I tried to make it worth her while. While slipping her out of her bra at the table was tricky, holding a conversation with Ms. Goodswell while kneading both my client’s breasts until the girl was biting her fist, stifling her moans, and squirming all over the chair in anticipation of what couldn’t happen next was the real accomplishment.



I was pretty sure I was golden until I stepped out of Calculus for Dummies and received Ms. Goodswell’s text telling me to come to her office. I gave my Mistress of the Moment the option of coming with me or figure out with Iona when we could meet again. It was a testament to my obscure magnetism that she followed me so we passed the time with me reciting Thai love poetry to her, some of which was actually safe to translate into English.



“Ms. Goodswell?” I said as I lightly tapped on her door and stepped in. Sabrina, my Mistress, patiently waited outside. She had told me that no guy had ever read poetry to her before, which I found utterly tragic.



“Shut the door, Zane,” Virginia ordered me in her sugary Southern drawl.



“What am I going to do with you?” she sighed heavily when the door shut. “All we wanted you to do is behave and keep your head down. Stapling a permanent smile to your Dorm Mother’s face and organizing the freshmen into an independent action was not what we meant.”



“To the first point…I have no excuse but she’s still a virgin, I swear. I won’t apologize for the second thing. Besides, anyone you ask will tell you it was Christina’s idea,” I countered.



“Zane, do I need to worry about you further deflowering my girls?” Ms. Goodswell sounded exasperated.



“Yes,” I truthfully responded. “I am definitely temptation, but I promise you I won’t try to seduce anyone, if that helps?”



“It pleases the Lord for our young ladies to remain pure,” Virginia stated. “It is one of the cornerstone principles of this school.”



“If you say so,” I sighed.



“You don’t believe in the purity of the body and the sanctity of the marriage bed?” she pressed.



“Ms. Goodswell, I’ll vocalize the party line if that is what makes you happy. If you honestly want me to believe, give me a reason that goes beyond something some old, bitter, single, virgin guys said two thousand years ago. Otherwise, bring back animal sacrifice and slavery because the hypocrisy can be smothering,” I informed her. I figured she was about to blow up at me.



“Okay,” Virginia breathed easily.



“Okay?” I wondered.



“You are easy on the eyes, Zane, and the girls like you. Tell me, how many girls could you have made violate their Pledges?” she drew me out.



“Four in the past twenty-four hours,” I admitted.



“Yet you didn’t. Why is that?” she kept coming.



“It is a big deal here and I wouldn’t want to screw up the way they think unless they are the ones wanting to change,” I finally articulated, which made Ms. Goodswell smile.



“You can go, Zane. I’ll keep tabs on you so be careful,” she dismissed me and turned back to the work on her desk.



“That’s it?” I inquired. My spiritual advisor nodded without looking up, leaving me even more confused. I retreated in haste and thanked the Almighty that I was about to be shooting guns at something.



Marksmanship Team tryouts reintroduced me to Team Captain Hope Song. She totally ignored me through most of the process. I forgot the safety, missed everything I shot at, and repeatedly let the recoil beat the crap out of my shoulder, at which point I figured I’d put forward an honest effort and blown it. I could live with that.



On the last round of the event I patiently waited my turn. The girl closest to me (who was doing rather well) informed me that I was getting better. I told her this was my first time shooting a gun and she chuckled; she’d been hunting since she was nine. I knelt down for that final shot when I felt a warm body envelop me from behind.



“Breathe easy,” Hope whispered into my ear. “Imagine you running your hands over Barbie Lynn’s breasts…light touch…that’s good…take the time and be gentle the way she brags you can be…good…now touch the nipple like you love it…feel the nipple get harder and longer…yes, feel your heart beating louder…” she kissed my earlobe “…feel that nipple at the sweet spot…when you are ready for the orgasm, twist that nipple…” BAM!



Bull’s eye! Hope remained intimately close.



“How was that for foreplay?” she whispered seductively.



“Makes me want to get a bigger gun with a lot more bullets,” I replied. Hope scoffed lightly in my ear.



“From what I hear, you don’t need a bigger gun. Stand up; I have work to do,” she informed me.



I stood up and surreptitiously looked around, only to find that no one – no one at all – was looking at us. For some reason the dirt, trees, and birds up in the sky had developed keen religious significance. I thought they were being polite until I recalled one student telling another that Hope regularly drilled kill shots at five hundred meters.



Hope went around to some of the other applicants, helping them with their final shots, but not in the same way she helped me. At the end of tryouts we had ten shooters and ten spotters – I was a spotter. Spotters do a lot of things, mainly going over terrain and atmospheric conditions for their paired shooter. We also carry most of the gear (everyone carries their own rifle).



“Do you understand what is required of you, Zane?” Hope made a point of asking me.



“One hundred years ago you were the Great White Hunter (being Korean and all) and I was the bare-chested native guide giving advice while carrying a townhouse worth of gear on my back,” I joked.



“You forgot the loincloth…the native guide always has a loincloth,” Hope purred like a panther toying with her next meal. “We already know you have a finely muscled body capable of great…effort; now can I expect some of that effort here on the team this year?”

“Absolutely,” I affirmed. “I’ll do what you tell me to do.”



“That’s good, because you are my partner this year. Watch my ass, don’t fuck up, and show initiative,” she instructed me. In my mind I had three contradictory orders; was I supposed to watch her ass, or not fuck her, or was I supposed to come on to her? It was cold comfort that if I did screw up somehow, she could put a bullet through my left eye from anywhere on campus, killing me painlessly.



“You were on one of the opposite roofs last night,” I blurted out. Hope looked demurely to the ground but flashed me a wink. “That is how you know what I look like naked.”



“I have no idea what you are talking about,” she said putting away one of those telescopic sighting devices a spotter would use. Nothing more was said on the subject.



The Riddle of Heaven



A feeling of accomplishment – nay, a feeling that I might actually be fitting in – ran right into Heaven, Team Captain of the Orienteering Squad. I wasn’t afraid she would toss me off the team for merely existing. Hell, I was afraid I’d automatically get on the team despite my lack of skill; after all, how else could Heaven lure me out and murder me in the State Forest bordering the campus if I wasn’t on the team?



The first half of the entrance process found us in a classroom doing math; figuring out angles and areas. We also had to study some Solar and lunar charts so we could figure out the position of the Sun given the day and time, as well as what phase the Moon was in and what it would be like in, say, one hundred days. I rocked at that which gave me a leg up going into round two.



I knew precisely what a map and compass were. I’d used a few maps, and I’d never actually held a compass before but I’d seen all the Pirates of the Caribbean movies so I knew how compasses worked – NOT! I wasn’t alone in this way of thinking. Several girls giggled over the fact. One laughingly pulled up the app on her phone.



“That’s great. Can I see it?” Heaven said, deceptively cool. The idiot girl handed it over with a smile. Heaven grinned, then hurled it against a large boulder close by, smashing it into a thousand pieces. She went over to it and stomped on the remains for a few seconds while the younger student gasped, then wept.



“Okay,” Heaven said soothingly, “your phone is now destroyed. How do you survive long enough to get back to civilization?” We all developed a case of the ‘smarts’ and kept our mouths shut.



“Really…no one?” Heaven taunted us.



“You go downhill,” I spoke up. Heaven glared, not at my answer but at the fact that I spoke at all.



“Why is that, Mr. Braxton?” she asked in a hostile manner.



“Water…you go downhill to find a source of water. Nothing else matters if you die of thirst,” I explained.



“Would any one of you follow this idiot downhill?” Heaven sneered.



One girl immediately raised her hand while the rest looked around nervously. Right before Heaven spoke again, a second girl raised her hand.



“Well,” scoffed Heaven, “most of you will probably die because, while being an utter failure at the rest of his life, Zane guessed this one correctly.”



“Your priorities are water, food, and shelter. Where you find moving water, you will most likely find something to eat too. You will also find small trees that are the easiest things to use for shelter. Unless rescue or egress is expected quickly, you must find a means of survival.” Then as an afterthought she addressed me,



“Zane, you get a cookie,” and she tossed me a ginger cookie which I hesitantly bit in to. The class went on like this for ten minutes before she teamed us up for a little treasure hunt in the woods. I was teamed up with Heaven, making me wonder if they’d find my body after the deed was done. A few false starts later I began to get a feel for this orienteering stuff; if I headed one way and Heaven secretly smiled, I was going the wrong direction, and if she scowled, I was going the right way.



We were the second team to complete the task on top of a large rock outcropping some distance into the state park. Heaven dismissed the others but put a hand on my chest when I made to leave. Once the sound of the rest moving through the underbrush died down she turned to me, clearly pissed. Her fist balled up and she shook slightly as if she was barely able to contain the rage she directed my way.



I had three options: flee, confront, or submit. I sat down on the floor of the forest and waited. I could tell my reduction in stature confused her Why do you think most Buddhist monks prefer to conduct their business while in the lotus position?



“Can you tell me why you hate me?” I inquired softly.



Heaven stormed up to me and I was afraid she was going to boot me down the cliff. I don’t think either of us knew why she stopped just short of me.



“You don’t belong here,” she choked out. “You are perverse and filthy. You are going to ruin everything.”



“I’m not your enemy, Heaven. I’m not going to take any of your friends away from you. If I get in your way, let me know and I’ll back off. The one thing I can’t do is leave,” I explained. Heaven kicked me in the thigh, then kicked me again, so I scrambled up and faced her. She wanted to do this the hard way.



Heaven came up right as soon as my feet were planted on the ground. I got in a block, another block, then I grabbed her wrist and put a leg behind hers. She toppled backwards while I rolled us into a side impact which allowed me to grab her other wrist as well. Heaven proved to be surprisingly strong as she thrashed about but she couldn’t stop me from getting on top of her.



For a moment we lay still but I was getting aroused and Heaven could sense it. I saw a look of near-terror come across her face before she went berserk beneath me. I struggled to keep on top until she finally wore herself down.



“Would you just fucking talk to me!” I yelled at her. Heaven slowly ceased her efforts.



“Get off of me,” she whispered intently. I rolled us over so that she was on top and released her wrists. Heaven quickly brought her knees up, straddling me with her palms on my chest. She was more than halfway off of me when she stopped and seemed to see me for the first time. I started pulling myself from under her when Heaven settled back down onto my stomach.



“Hey, I’m sorry we fought, Hea…” I got out before she French kissed me. Heaven’s whole body pressed into me. I settled down and began working my hands over her waist and hips. When I went for her ass, Heaven arched her back pressing her tits against my chest so that she could grab my hands in hers and pull them back to her waist.



“Hands above the hips,” she panted lustfully to me between kisses.



“Fine, but show me your tits,” I said. Not wasting a moment, Heaven scooted up so that she was sitting on my stomach once more and together we pulled her shirt free and unbuttoned it. I slipped my hand up around the bra and pushed it above her breasts before pressing her delicious orbs down to me to suckle on.



It took me a few minutes to find out she had an arousal zone on her lower back that tingled with electricity whenever I caressed it. I had to coax Heaven into getting on all fours but when I pressed my lips there, her stiffness evaporated and she was putty in my hands. I was kneeling beside her with one hand stroking her far side while my closer hand alternated between each breast.



When Heaven’s breathing became more erratic and desperate she bolted upright on her knees, slipping one leg backward between mine and pressing her ass into my pelvis. I now cupped both tits, gently rubbing each nipple as I began nibbling her shoulder. I was still getting into it when Heaven suddenly spasms against me, then she repeats the process four more times before she trembled uncontrollably in my embrace.



“Ssshhh…” I reassured her. “I’ve got you. You are safe here with me.”



“I…we…I…we need to be getting back,” she stammered. I got the feeling that she wanted to pretend this whole thing hadn’t happened. I rolled up, then Heaven fixed her bra while I handed Heaven’s shirt to her.



We exchanged no further words until we were almost back to the campus wall when I turned to make sure she was okay. She was a little out of it but that wasn’t my problem; this other thing was.



“Heaven, hold on,” I told her. She looked contemplative and suspicious but did so.



“You are…mmm…jeesh, stay still; I’ll take care of this,” I worked out.



“What?” she asked cautiously.



“You have cum dripping down your legs, Heaven,” I informed her. Heaven’s eyes grew large and she took a half-step back but at the same moment she realized with utterly hopelessness that she had virtually no other choice.



“What are you going to do?” she whispered. I had to think that one over for a second. I handed her my orienteering gear and took off my shirt, which didn’t make Heaven any more comfortable.



I knelt before her and used my shirt to wipe up the strands of semen going down the inside of each thigh. It was soon evident to me that she’d cum extensively and I had to work my way up under her skirt or more cum would simply drip down. For reasons I still don’t understand, Heaven ceased resisting. Maybe she was tired of the whole charade.



The first pair of underwear came down, then the second, and I cleaned them both with my now ruined shirt. I even went so far as to wipe her ass-crack where some had been forced up. Once I was satisfied that Heaven’s underwear was as passable as I could manage, I ‘fixed’ her in place and dressed her again without comment. The really sucky part was that I had to put my sticky, cum-splattered shirt back on. There was no way I could explain going bare-chested.



Neither one of us spoke as we walked back, put our stuff up, and parted ways. It wasn’t that I thought the matter would go away but I realized that my most pressing concern was doing what my school required. I was happy that I could sneak away before dinner and get a fresh shirt.



A Taste of Brandi



“What is my duty today, Brandi Sanders?” I started to say with a warm smile on my face. Brandi turned out to be a girl with thin, deep brown hair hanging loose, freckles, and a slender face. Her body was lithe, nothing out of proportion, though it turned out her ass was a prize; compact but with an enticing ability to project beyond the back and thighs.



“I need you to help change the lights in my room,” she grinned. I had to reciprocate that look because I liked her creativity. I made a move for her chair then stopped myself.



“That chair doesn’t look safe,” I mused. “I imagine I’ll have to lift you up to each bulb.” I leaned right, then left, taking in her gentle womanly curves which earned a salacious smile.



“I think it would be more efficient for me to lift you by the front. Is that okay?” I asked softly, even somewhat hesitantly. Brandi nodded eagerly so I placed me in front of her, bent way down until my head was facing her covered belly button, and then I had snaked my arms around the top of her thighs.



I made a half-attempt to lift her, then set her down.



“Huh?” she gasped, “What’s wrong?”



“Brandi, some of your buttons are pressing into my face. Can I move them aside?”



“Oh…okay,” then, “if you have to,” Brandi protested falsely.



I used some slow seduction in pulling her shirt out of her skirt, doing my best to ignore our growing audience of young ladies. I opened the lowest button to see the top of the skirt behind it, but the next one was much more rewarding. Her soft stomach flesh felt warm beneath my lips and her intake of breath was its own reward.



I didn’t stop there, though. Buttons opened and kisses were given until I reached the bra, then I licked my way down to her belly button, which I sucked and licked for fifteen seconds. By this time, Brandi was breathing deeply and pressing her stomach against my lips. I reached up to massage her pert, firm ass with my hands while working on her belly button with my tongue.



When I lifted her up by grabbing her thighs, she gasped slightly. She hovered next to the ceiling light for several seconds before realizing she didn’t have a bulb.



“Zane…” she started to say, but I was already starting to sweep her down into a horizontal position, stomach down, with her hands in easy reach of the box of light bulbs.



“Wow, thanks, Zane,” she giggled. She took one bulb, despite there being four fixtures we need to change the bulbs in. I didn’t mind; after all, every time I swung her down, I flipped her skirt artfully out of the way, and her panty-covered ass was laid out before me at chest level. I missed the first opportunity but I kissed a cheek on the second drop and took a nibble on the third and fourth drop, each time earning a low moan.



During the periods when I was holding her upright, I took sadistic pleasure in sucking on her stomach, giving her two hickies as proof of our amorous encounter.



“Thank you, Glenda,” she murmured into my chest as I let her down that last time, using my ‘enrolled’ name.



“I hope I have pleased you but I sadly have to be going,” I sighed, “I have a foot massage upstairs with Easter Valentine.” Brandi looked at me petulantly, then pushed past me to the door and Iona, who stood just outside in the hall.



“Iona, when is he free again?” she demanded to know.



“Sorry, Brandi, I can only book him one week in advance. I don’t know what his study workload will be like or what things his team captains will require,” Iona grinned, somewhat emboldened with her newfound power and popularity.



“Brandi,” I said, because I must be the Devil, “I couldn’t help but notice how silky smooth and toned your legs are. Maybe in a few days they might be a tiny bit less so. You could demand that I shave your legs for you.”



“Have you ever done this before?” she mused over the implications.



“No, I haven’t,” I confessed, “but you could teach me no matter how long that took.” Brandi spun on Iona and grabbed her by the shoulders.



“You have to let me know when a slot opens up!” was Brandi’s impassioned plea. Iona agreed nervously. When we finally got out of Brandi’s room and headed off to my next stop, Iona bumped into me.



“You are evil,” she whispered like some secret conspirator, “and I’ve never wanted to be a year older in all my life.” One year older, she could demand Handmaiden duties from me as well, but then it would be far less likely that we would be united as we are now.



“Iona, you are proving to be a true friend,” I stated. “With you, it wouldn’t be a duty.” Iona stumbled because clearly that idea hadn’t occurred to her.



In Case it was Unclear



The only thing that surprised me when I came up to my room, naked except for my gym shorts, fresh from my evening bathroom visit, was the look of shame on Barbie Lynn’s face when I saw the rest of them.



“Hello, Ladies. Before you lay into me, let me have a moment with Barbie Lynn,” I requested.



“Barbie Lynn is leaving now,” Christina countered. I shrugged and walked back downstairs.



“Come back here,” Christina commanded me.



“Nope,” I shot back as I reached for the door.



“Zane, where are you going?” Chastity inquired politely.



“The Chancellor’s house,” I answered. “Apparently I have some stuck up bitches in my room past curfew, plus Barbie Lynn.” I opened the door.



“Please come back and talk to us,” Chastity requested. I was a bit angry but Chastity made a habit of being nice to me so…I went back upstairs.



“Barbie Lynn, why don’t you have a quick chat with Zane on your way out,” Queen Christina allowed. Barbie shot Christina a worried look, then shuffled over to where I was standing.



“Zane…” Barbie started to say but I put a finger to her lips.



“It’s all good. I was hoping that after this is resolved you will want to come back tonight. Is that going to happen?” I revealed my desire for her. Barbie hugged me tightly then kissed me on the cheek before skipping down the stairs. I had the strange impression she thought I might have been angry with her.



“We need to talk about what happened this afternoon,” Christina began once Barbie had shut the door downstairs.



“No, we don’t,” I responded, and headed for my bed; since I don’t yet have walls, it is tough calling it a room.



“I don’t think you appreciate how important this issue is to me,” Christina stated heatedly.



“Actually, I don’t care how important this is to you, Christina. This is between Heaven and me,” I retorted.



“You are going to satisfy my concerns or I will guarantee that you will be gone by the end of the week,” she snarled.



That was enough for me; I spun around and got right in her face.



“Do you remember when I said you could apologize to Rio or I’d make you do it and you would regret me having to force you?” I snapped right back. Christina glared defiance at me. “Well, this has nothing to do with that. I’ll get you without fucking anyone else over and because you would even think I’d do that to Heaven, I’m going to make sure you cry too.”



“What?” Christina, Chastity, and Heaven said all at once.



“I’m going to nail Christina’s ass to the wall, Heaven, but I’m not going to abuse the trust you put in me. What kind of fucker do you all think I am?” I asked bitterly.



“How can we trust you?” Christina demanded. I rolled my eyes and walked over to Heaven, taking her by the hand which confused the hell out of her.



“Heaven, come with me,” I requested. I dragged her toward my bed but she resisted.



“What are you doing?” she inquired desperately.



“Heaven, I’m a guy dragging a girl to my bedroom. If your first guess is Parcheesi, there is something seriously wrong with you.”



“It is…you know…how can you…I can’t,” Heaven evaded.



“Don’t worry about someone spying on us; Hope is here with us tonight,” I grinned.



“Zane, this isn’t a good idea,” Heaven pleaded.



“Zane, let her go,” Christina told me as she stepped to Heaven’s side, and by the body language I was clearly not getting in the front door.



“Heaven, if I hurt you, what are the odds of my taking an impromptu flying lesson through one of these panes of glass?” I joked dryly. Chastity and Hope exchanged a look.



“I think we can make the fountain from the Southeast corner,” Hope assured us both.



“This is not a joking matter,” Christina snapped at the two of us. I’d rarely seen someone so ferociously defensive of a non-relative.



“I wasn’t joking,” I said.



“I wasn’t joking,” Hope said at the same time.



Christina was about to drag Heaven out of the equation; time for the Hail Mary.



“Heaven, do you want to have sex with me again?” I hammered away.



“Again,” gasped Faith, silent until now. “You can’t have sex with Heaven; she’s…”



Now it was all but out in the open.



“Anyone who thinks that is fucking nuts,” I shouted as I grabbed Heaven’s hand away from Christina and took her to my bed.



I swung Heaven onto the bed so fast she bounced. Before she could organize herself, I was on top of her. I had one leg between hers but she slammed them together so hard it hurt. I landed over her, our faces inches apart. My eyes kept boring into her until her lips opened and a small moan escaped. I knew I fell on her first but her hands were all over me so fast that I could hardly be seen as molesting her.



Peripherally aware that we had an audience, Heaven and I pressed, pulled, and aroused one another for several minutes. We had her top and bra off and her legs pulled up so far, her knees were just below my armpits.



“You go, girl,” I heard Chastity playfully whisper when Heaven rolled me over so that she was on top. She didn’t break up her actions but I could see Heaven smiling for the first time.



“I don’t get it,” Faith whispered to someone. “Does this mean Heaven likes guys, and if she does, does that mean she’s…you know…”



“Homosexual?” Hope clarified.

*Purity is a paradox; we are awed by it yet we are repulsed by it as well*



(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I’d like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)



(Posting this chapter and chapter 24 at this time. Thanks for your patience)




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Vivian was terribly subdued as she walked me back to the dorm. It was the two of us because my Handmaiden mistress was Erica, a second-team Karate classmate. She’d given me a rain check due to the trauma we had all just been through during class.



“You can use my room this weekend if you like,” I broached the silence. “I’ll ask Rio and Mercy to be somewhere else and Barbie Lynn can stay with you.”



“I don’t want to sleep with Barbie Lynn, Zane,” Vivian replied. “I want to sleep in my own bed.”



“That’s bull- …” I decided saying “shit”, while a minor infraction, wouldn’t do my argument any good. “You know Barbie Lynn to be kind-hearted and decent. She’s not going to molest you. You two will be totally platonic.”



“I don’t know what to think,” she replied. “I never thought Barbie Lynn would be the one to have sex outside of marriage.”



“I knew she was flirty but that was it,” she continued. “Now…now she’s moved into your room and is having sex with you as if you were a married couple.” She sighed. “Fine, not like a ‘normal’ married couple so we don’t need to go there.” Ah, no mention of anal sex I see.



“Vivian, I don’t like to talk about my relationships with other women but I think Barbie Lynn would understand,” I tried to explain. “There was no seduction between us — we collided. I showed up at FFU pretty depressed. I’d spent a long month with my Aunt trying to adjust to America and a place and lifestyle I didn’t know.”



“My Aunt and I fought a lot and that Sunday Pastor Bill and his buddies tried to shake me down for my inheritance. I had the feeling that is why they wanted Aunt Jill in their church, and after all the crap Jill had been through, I felt that sucked,” I said. “I’m in my room, sad and pissed off, then Barbie Lynn Masters comes soaring into my life.”



“She thought I was ‘Glenda’s’ brother, I told her my name was Zane, and next thing I knew we were all over one another. She gave me a blowjob and I gave her multiple orgasms and we parted ways. She thought she might see me once a month and I had no idea this was a girl’s college. You are aware of the humiliation that followed,” I concluded.



“Zane, that explains nothing,” Vivian observed.



“Okay, I could have been clearer,” I admitted. “What I was trying to say is that Barbie Lynn didn’t change. I allowed her to do what she wanted to do with a guy all along. She is still the same woman who goes after life full of enthusiasm, who likes to work with kids, teaching Sunday school and going to church.”



“And you want me to sleep with her when I’ve avoided the pleasure for the past three years?” Vivian refused to give in.



“I’d want you to sleep with Iona if she wasn’t already heading out with me. I have a few others I could ask but that would be awkward. I like Opal and Brandi but I also know they’d hit on you if given half a chance,” I outlined.



“I can sleep alone, Zane,” Vivian stated.



“I know that, but do you want to?” I asked. Vivian didn’t immediately reply. “You climbed into bed with me and some of the ladies, Vivian. There is a certain quality provided by a sleeping companion that you enjoy. You wanted it enough to put some faith in me and Barbie Lynn last night,” I added.



“Zane, why are you making a big deal about this?” Vivian inquired.



“Your happiness matters to me,” I answered. Vivian and I walked into the dorm and into the elevator before she spoke.



“Coach Gorman warned me about this,” Vivian groaned. “Do you realize how much easier my life would be if you grabbed my breast or something like that?”



“Is that an invitation?” I perked up.



“No,” she stated decisively. Her glare emphasized the point. “I mean my job keeping the Devil in line would be easier if he wasn’t constantly giving me my favorite cupcakes.”



“What’s your favorite cupcake?” I grinned.



“Behave yourself,” she sighed, somewhat amused and somewhat exasperated.



“Yes, ma’am,” I nodded.



“That’s a good boy,” Vivian acknowledged.



“When I’m a good boy Heaven gives me a ginger cookie,” I prodded.



“We are NOT going to go there,” Vivian declared authoritatively, and that was that.



IT DOESN’T MATTER AND I DON’T UNDERSTAND



I thought I would have to stop by and pick up Iona Beckett on my way out. I was obviously forgetting I was dealing with the most organized person I’d ever met. I know Iona looks after all her own affairs and most of mine, plus I suspect she keeps an eye out for Rio as well. She was waiting in the main area of my ‘room’ when Vivian and I arrived, her overnight bag beside her.



I gave her a kiss and hurried to my room…where someone had already packed a weekend worth of stuff for me. I do not deserve one tenth of the affection aimed my way. Being hung by my toes from a ceiling fan is a small price to pay for what I receive. Still, I make a note to avoid girls with bizarre foot fetishes while in close proximity to ceiling fans — my life is pretty freaking weird enough already.



I gathered my stuff, gathered up Iona, and made my good-byes. Brandi was kind enough to snuggle up to my back, reach around and pinch my nipples. It was playful, not painful, so I didn’t mind too much. Besides, I had bigger fish to fry. When I told Rio that she’d need to share another bed with Mercy for the weekend she nodded.



“No problem, Bro,” Rio told me. She then stepped up under the guise of hugging me good-bye and tried to nut me. She’s a dangerous friend to have but since I can count her public displays of affection for me on one hand, I was ready for her.



“Damn it,” Rio snarled, “you can’t give my room to that Jesus-freak!” By ‘my room’ she really meant my (Zane’s) room and ‘Jesus-freak’ was Vivian…who was eight feet away looking at her.



“It isn’t going to kill you two to behave for two days, Rio,” I stated. Mercy, standing right behind Rio, remained unfortunately silent on the subject.



“Rio, if you two would agree to abstain until I got back, I’d be willing to let you stay, but you are the King Kong of bedroom antics and Vivian needs the space,” I explained.



“Fine, we’ll crash at Aunt Jill’s,” Rio smirked. “I’m sure she can’t shut the door before I get a foot in. She’s far too nice to break it or kick me out.” Oh yeah, I cannot begin to describe what Jill’s reaction to a Mercy-Rio lesbian love-fest at 2:00 in the morning would be like. It would probably involve paramedics and a defibrillator.



“Okay,” I shrugged. I fished out my keys and tossed them to Rio.



“Sweet!” Rio trumpeted. “We’ll meet you at the car.”



“We are not going,” I corrected Rio. “Iona and I will stay here, camp out on a sleeper-sofa, and take in some Pay-per-View. Come by and pick us up for the party around nine tomorrow night.”



“Your loss, Princess,” Rio mocked me and walked away. Mercy loyally padded along.



“I’m sorry, Iona,” I said to my petite friend. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”



“I’m not looking for any particular place but a particular man,” she smiled serenely.



“Sadly, I still have a piece of business to attend to and I see the person I need to see,” I said as I spotted Valerie playing a competitive game of pool versus Raven of all people.



When Valerie had taken her shot I stepped up to her side.



“Can I catch a ride to the Dixie Roadhouse in the next few minutes?” I whispered.



“Sure. Wait… are you expecting me to hang around when you go inside?” Val smirked.



“I’ve already gone a round with Gabrielle Black today so I don’t feel I deserve a second ass-whooping. I’d appreciate you sticking around at least until the gunfire starts,” I chuckled.



“Fine, I’ll stay, but you’ll owe me one,” Valerie smiled. “By the way, how tough is Gabrielle?”



“I’ll let you know when my concussion fades,” I responded.



“That good, huh?” Valerie persisted.



“In less than thirty seconds she snapped my neck. It took her less than five minutes to break Dana’s back after that, and right there at the end I swore I saw a lone bead of sweat on Gabrielle’s brow,” I related.



“Just so we are clear; if I ever see her chasing your ass down like Gorman did that day, you are on your own,” Valerie snorted.



“I thought you were a bad-ass,” I taunted her. I really didn’t want her fighting Ms. Black on my behalf.



“Granddad is a bad-ass; I’m a teenage girl who is good with bikes and can handle myself in a brawl but I’m not a true bad-ass. What I am is smart enough to not attempt the craziness that is your life,” she huffed.



“Being smarter than me is hardly an accomplishment to be proud of,” I jibbed back.



Raven, who had been pretending to not be eavesdropping, made this choking sound at that comment.



“Let me finish Raven off and I’ll take you there,” Valerie said.



“Valerie, she’s killing you,” I noted.



“I like a challenge,” Valerie countered. She must because Raven only had one ball left to sink while Valerie had four. Less than a minute later Raven sent Valerie and I heading for the stairs. Iona gave me a slight nod and grin.



Rio came storming up at us half-way down.



“You motherfucker,” she snarled.



“Problems?” I replied cautiously.



“Mercy said she wasn’t going with me,” Rio growled.



“What did you do?” I asked.



“I slapped the bitch,” Rio retorted. I could tell that pissed Valerie off; I wasn’t too happy either. “You put her up to this, didn’t you?”



“I certainly did. I told her that she was going to have to step up instead of taking advantage of you all the time,” I explained. “Did it hurt?” Rio knew I wasn’t talking about Mercy’s pain.



“Yes,” she rumbled. “If I can’t trust her, I can’t use her.”



“Whatever you decide to do, I’ll live with,” I shrugged. “I hope you know how hard it was for her to do what she did.”



Thankfully, Valerie was far more controlled than Rio and judged the conversation to be too delicate for her input.



“Mercy is my deal, Zane. She’s my responsibility and I’ll take care of her without your interference,” Rio stated aggressively.



“It doesn’t work that way. People aren’t one dimensional and you can’t expect to help people and not have them change,” I countered. “You changed Mercy, for the better, and that includes her desire to take up some of the responsibility you’ve borne onto her shoulders. And the only reason for her to do that is…you annoy her so much.”



“Yeah,” Rio finally deflated, “she was looking pretty miserable.”



“Buddies take your pizza; friends take your pain, Rio. Get used to the fact that there are three of us standing beside you when you need us,” I reminded her.



“I wasn’t asking for anyone’s help,” Rio insisted.



“In that case, get in Zane’s car and take a trip. When the cops finally pull you over you will have three years friend-free in prison,” Valerie now interjected.



“Ha!” Rio snorted. “That’s no good. Zane already promised to break me out if I get sent away.”



“Zane,” groaned Valerie, “do you have even a passing acquaintance with common sense?”



“I get a lot of that,” I answered. “What now, Rio?”



“I go back to my room,” she sighed, “apologize to Mercy, then come back upstairs and work out a deal with Vivian for use of your room.”



“No tying them up and gagging Vivian and Barbie Lynn in their sleep,” I cautioned Rio.



“Fuck you,” Rio muttered darkly. “Fuck you and your mind-reading ability. Fine, I’ll be good…okay, I’ll be as good as I can be.” With that, Rio tossed me back my keys and then bounded downstairs and out the door.



“I swear to God I would have tossed her out a window by now, if I were you,” Valerie snorted.



“Mmmm…she grows on you…kind of like a tapeworm,” I chuckled.



“I think my invitation to catch a bullet has been voided now that you have your keys back,” Valerie noted. “I’ll catch you tomorrow night.”



“Sure thing, but I may need you for that ‘thing’ if I can set up a meeting,” I replied. That thing was meeting up with a possible undercover officer which held the possibility of being a real disaster. Valerie was being kind enough to ignore her instincts, and her advice to me, by helping me out.



Valerie shook her head in skeptical amusement at my poor decision-making before we walked back upstairs. That bit of drama over, I swooped in, picked up Iona (figuratively) and escaped my room before anyone else could intervene. I thought we were doing quite well until I spotted someone sitting on the hood of my car…with a suitcase.



“Hey, Paige, what’s up?” I inquired with a good deal of exasperation. It was kind of stupid, actually. I knew exactly what she was doing here; I hadn’t invited her and I didn’t want her coming along on Iona’s weekend.



“I thought I’d let you spend the weekend with me,” Paige smiled smugly. A light breeze tossed her alabaster hair across her translucent albino features. “You are late, by the way.”



“No, Paige, this is Iona’s…” I started to say.



“It would be wonderful spending the weekend with you, Paige,” Iona stepped up and hugged her. “It will be so great; their house is huge, Aunt Jill is so kind, and there is the sorority right next door.”



“Okay, Paige, you can come along, but this is a no sex weekend. Are we clear?” I warned her.



“We’ll see,” Paige smirked.



“I plan to sleep both nights in his bed, completely naked and rubbing against him,” Iona beamed.



“He’ll crack,” Paige wagered.



“No, he won’t. I trust him,” Iona pledged. Paige appraised me for a second.



“Okay, I’m game. We’ll see if we can break him,” Paige allowed. I once joked with some Kappa Sigmas about joining a monastery. I’m being driven to reconsider that option. After that exchange I was happy enough to make it to my home in one piece. I’d have been happier if there wasn’t a police car in the driveway.



I was walking onto the porch when my ladies spoke up.



“Zane, why would the police be here?” Iona worried.



“Zane, if they arrest you and I then attack them, will they let us share a cell?” Paige mused.



“Iona, I have a few ideas and none of them are good,” I responded. “Paige, they don’t house men and women together, but I can probably smuggle a message to your side and tell all the lesbians what a screamer you are.”



Iona didn’t get to question and Paige didn’t get pick on me before I opened the door and went inside.



“Hey, Aunt Jill,” I called out, “I’m home and I’ve brought Iona Beckett and Paige Zeller with me.” We had already talked over Iona’s stay with Jill; Paige would be a whole new series of complicated hurdles.



“Zane,” Aunt Jill greeted me heartily. She was coming off her lounger while Officer Danica Campbell rose from the sofa and gave me a measured look.



“This is Officer Campbell of the Lancaster Police and she has an official criminal matter to discuss with you,” Jill finished in a worried tone.



“Mr. Braxton, if I could have a word with you on the porch,” Danica put forth the question that wasn’t really a request.



“Of course, officer,” I responded. “Ladies, could you please hang out here with Aunt Jill for a few minutes and I should be back as soon as possible.”



I walked back to the porch. When Danica passed me, I shut the door and we turned to face one another.



“Zane,” Danica smiled.



“Hey, it is good to see you, Officer Danica Campbell, but I have a feeling this isn’t a social call,” I sighed.



“You are correct. There was an incident at the Dixie Roadhouse last night and your name came up during the inquiry. The Sheriff’s Department contacted the PD and I decided that it would be more discrete that I meet you at your home as opposed to on campus,” Danica related. “What can you tell me about the Dixie Roadhouse?”



“I went there with a few buddies, got into a fight, and beat a Warlord named Big Ted into unconsciousness,” I informed Danica.



“What do you know about a guy named Peter ‘Deacon’ Baker?” Danica asked.



“He’s like a big deal with the local chapter but I don’t actually know the guy,” I replied. She studied me for a moment then appeared to accept me at my word.



“This is a different crop of girls,” she said with smirk.



“Yes, they are friends of mine. Iona is a best bud and Paige is…Paige. She’s very smart but very hard to get along with at times too,” I explained.



“How is your other friend?” She tried to sound casual. “I was curious if she’d be here tonight.”



“I’ll tell her that,” I grinned. “It will make her week when she hears you’ve asked about her. She still thinks you are very special.”



“She’s quite a handful,” she grinned back. “Not that I’m complaining. I can hardly get over the sensation of her nipples on my back as she drove into me.” Heaven was going to love that, I was sure.



Her eyes wandered northward to the adjoining property. “More girls?” I followed her gaze to see three Kappa Sigmas coming through the tree-line.



“Those are some Kappa Sigma sorority sisters — friends of mine. They are cool,” I told her.



“Uh-huh,” she sounded skeptical. “There has to be a story behind that that statement, I’m willing to bet.” She pulled out a business card from her breast pocket. “Here’s my card, in case something regarding the case occurs to you…or whatever.”



The girls were almost on us so I had to whisper.



“You aren’t, like, married, or divorced from somebody with violent tendencies, are you?” I inquired softly.



“No,” she chuckled, “and cause for you asking that question has to be yet another interesting story, I’ll bet. Maybe you can tell me about it if we get together.”



“Mr. Braxton,” she said a bit louder as she took a half-step back from me, “have a good weekend and try to stay out of trouble.”



“I’ll do my best, Officer Campbell,” I responded.



“Ladies,” she made a passing recognition of the Kappa Sigs as she left the porch and headed for the car.



Only when Danica’s cruiser pulled onto the road did the Kappas speak.



“Hey, Zane,” Leigh spoke up first, “isn’t that the speed trap lady?”



“Yeah, she’s nailed me before,” I admitted, and immediately regretted my choice of words.



“Really?” Paris prodded me. “Isn’t she a bit old for you?”



“No — speed trap — she pulled me over but I got off with a warning ticket,” I back-pedaled.



“So, she got you off,” Ferrara skewered me. “Which of her orifices was required for that?”



“Aarrrgghhh,” I cried heavenward. “Fine, Iona and Paige Keller are inside. Together with Jill, they will be making dinner for those of us who care to share our table. I have to go a bar and pay off a biker gang chieftain before he hunts me down and kills me.”



“Can we come along?” Leigh smiled. “We don’t want to fight or anything like that, but I’d like to get some video of it…in case something fun happens.”



“That’s right,” Ferrara joked. “Something like him being beaten up, shot, stabbed, or killed. Leigh, Zane has sustained two beatings on our behalf. Let’s not go for a third time before the month’s out.”



“He didn’t take a beating in the second fight,” Paris corrected her sister. She was right; in the fight at the mall my opponents hadn’t landed a blow.



“I heard he was pretty roughly abused when he went to jail over that,” Ferrara gave me a knowing smile.



“All that conjecture is fascinating, ladies, but I do have a guy to pay off so go inside, make yourself at home, and I’ll be back soon,” I announced. I kissed each sister; Ferrara on the cheek, Paris on the lips, and Leigh with a tonsillectomy. I double-timed it to my car and didn’t look back.



THE FADING LIGHT AND THE TIME LORD MAFIA



I made it to the Dixie Roadhouse five minutes late. There were only fifteen bikes parked out front so I figured that if something went wrong I’d only be kinda dead, as opposed to the totally dead — killed in five or more fashions. There were three biker babes outside the door, drinking beers and talking; one was thankfully Willa. I made sure I had the money before disembarking from my car and heading in.

“Hi there, Zane,” Willa greeted me. I recalled that Belle would be working at the bar near UV campus tonight and tomorrow.



“Hey, Willa, Katt, and Janet,” I grinned. “Willa, if I get out of this, can I have a moment of your time when I get back?”



“Sure,” Willa seemed curious. “I would like to talk to you too.” That was a bit odd but okay.



When I entered the Dixie Roadhouse it took me a moment for my eyes to adjust but I knew where Deacon’s table was from my last visit. Deacon was there with two of his associates, all in similar states of disrepair.



My first thought was: What in the hell happened to them? The second was: Wow, they let someone in a half-body cast out of the hospital rather quickly these days. It looked like a herd of water buffalo had worked out the dance routine from that prison scene in the play Chicago — he had it coming — all over their bodies. None of his infirmities kept Deacon from glaring with horrible malevolence at me as I approached.



“Here is your five thousand dollars,” I stated as I lay the envelope on the table. None of them made a move on the money and I began to worry. Then I took in the full effects of their injuries and I figured out that not one of the three could reach over and get it. I opted to push the money across the table to the closest cripple. One of the guys managed, with some pain, to pick up the envelope and count the money.



“It is all here,” the guy mumbled to Deacon. I could see in Deacon’s eyes that his hate for me was far from quenched but I didn’t know why. It wasn’t like I came back and kicked his ass…oh fuck, maybe I had.



“I’ll be going, then,” I said as I backed up four steps. “I hope you feel better next time we meet.” With that, I rapidly evacuated myself from the building.



I found myself de-stressing next to Willa outside.



“So, who in the hell fucked up Deacon and his buddies that bad?” I inquired.



“Some people were hoping you could tell us,” Willa prodded.



“It wasn’t me if that is what you are worried about,” I assured her. “Tell me what happened.”



“From what little we’ve been told or been able to figure out, Deacon and his two senior officers stepped out to their rides around 11:30 last night when they got jumped,” Willa related.



“Then it gets weird…weirder,” Katt continued. “Their attackers dragged them thirty yards over to the electrical shed,” she pointed. That way no one could see them from the bar.



“Then they proceeded to beat the ever-living hell out of them,” Janet concluded, then took a swig of beer. I had to think about that for a moment.



“Didn’t they see who did it?” I questioned.



“Blackbeard and Booth (who I assumed were the other two broken bikers) were knocked out before they saw anything and Deacon hasn’t related what he saw — his jaw is wired shut because it’s been broken in four places,” Willa tried and failed to hide her grin. I had to think about that for a second; Deacon’s jaw looked like it was carved out of granite.



“Ladies (an affectation they found amusing), if Deacon and his two buddies had gotten into a fight outside the Roadhouse, wouldn’t the rest of you come running…and wouldn’t they have called out if they saw a gang of guys they didn’t know coming toward them?” I ruminated.



“That makes sense,” Katt confirmed, “but what does that mean?”



“One person,” I muttered; “one really, really skilled person.”



“No way,” Janet shook her head.



“I can and have one-punched a person and I’m only so good,” I countered. “I would have figured out which bike was Deacon’s, picked the third one closer to the door to hide behind. After that, when he passed by me, I would come around the bike at a crouch-run and kick the closest target where the ear and jaw meet. If I do it right his brain beats around inside his skull a few times and it’s lights out,” I explained.



“It looks like you’ve given this some thought,” Willa observed.



“No; the move is standard kick-boxing and the tactics are the usual for ambushing a dangerous animal. If you come at it head-on, you might still win but the price is much higher. Deacon and the other two talking in a place they felt safe was the ‘distraction’ for the ambush,” I explained.



“Oh,” Willa contemplated the scenario. I could see her eyes walk over the parking lot as she considered the events playing out.



“Of course, that still leaves you facing two opponents — right around six feet and 220 to 240 who are adept at violence,” I pointed out.



“If you could hit the second guy the same way fast enough and somehow render the last one incapable of speech…” Willa concluded. “You would have to be insanely fast and if someone was that good, what would they be doing at a biker bar in Lancaster, Virginia?”



“Don’t you know? This is the destination of choice for all international assassins on the run?” I joked. “Willa, can I have that moment now?” She shrugged, grinned, and walked with me to my car. It was refreshing to be side-by-side with a woman not interested in jumping my bones. If she’d been a lesbian instead of what she was, it would have been perfect.



“You are too young for me, Zane,” Willa headed me off.



“Cool,” I answered, which was not what she expected. “I need to talk with you a bit but not here. I don’t want to risk anyone else listening in.” Now Willa appeared to be curious.



“Okay. The abandoned roadside motel on Chandler Road, 2:00 pm tomorrow,” she responded.



“Thanks, Willa. And also, do you know where I can get some fake ID’s?” I asked as I got into my car.



“I’ll see what I can dig up,” Willa smirked. She rejoined her buddies on the porch and was chatting away as I took off for home.



I knew that my ordeal for this evening was far from over. There still was the hurdle of finding a place for Paige to sleep and making sure she stayed in the room Jill and I agreed on. The struggle with Jill over Rio had been epic enough; I certainly didn’t expect the sounds of women’s laughter and modern music to be the first thing I heard when I stepped out of my ride.



Mind you, Jill thought Rio still had moral fiber. If I told Rio she had even a single moral fiber left she’d span Heaven and Earth hunting the mythical beast down a la King Pellinore. On the plus side, Aunt Jill knew nothing of Paige so I could play up that angle. I walked indoors to a chorus of ‘hey’ and ‘Zane’ coming from the kitchen.



I strode into a flurry of dinner-prep activity. Apparently we were attempting Italian sausage ravioli, broccoli & carrots, mashed potatoes, salad, and gazpacho. Okay, I was pretty sure Jill thought ravioli was the invention of Chef Boyardee and gazpacho was some town in the former Yugoslavia so I had to wonder what the fuck was going on.



As if life wasn’t interesting enough, Leigh glided up, greeted me again while whipping up the mashed potatoes, and then kissed me in a way that could only be called familial if both our last names were Borgia. Oh, and she did it with Jill staring right at us.



“I’m thinking of stripping you down and tying you up,” I whispered in her ear.



“I like the sound of that,” she snarled playfully in return.



“Then I’m going to leave you for a bunch of blindfolded kindergarteners to play finger-paint with,” I snickered.



“Ouch,” she recoiled. “Wait, what does that make me, molester and molestee?”



“Before or after you get revenge on me?” I joked.



“Zane,” Paige materialized at my side, “what are you two talking about?”



“Gak!” I squawked. “Woman, what are you, The Cat that Walks Through Walls?”



“Schrödinger’s Cat,” Paige gleefully corrected. Leigh’s eyes were still bugged out from Paige’s sudden appearance.



Leigh gingerly poked Paige with her right forefinger while holding the bowl cradled in her left arm.



“Are you real?” Leigh prodded my albino stealth-monkey.



“Are these real?” Paige countered, massaging Leigh’s breasts vigorously. Thankfully for me, Leigh’s body shielded that action from Jill’s eyes.



“Enough, Paige — Leigh. I’ve got to talk to Jill about Paige’s sleeping arrangements and right now she is in a good mood,” I instructed this micro-gathering of ladies.



“Oh, it’s okay,” Paige smirked. “Iona vouched for me so I’m sleeping with you guys.” I clearly looked incredulous. I mean, it took me hours working on Jill to get things like that done last time and Jill has known me for years. Whoops; that might be the problem.



“Wow, your nipples are really getting hard,” Paige giggled softly to Leigh. She had continued to caress Leigh’s goodies while I’d been working things out mentally. Leigh could have backed up; she could have swatted Paige’s hands away or at least worn a bra. “Zane, does the ‘no sex’ rule apply to the whole weekend or only to the house?”



“Mmmm…a no sex rule?” Leigh licked her lips.



“Yes. Zane has forsworn sex for himself all weekend long,” Paige whispered…while still teasing Leigh’s nipples. “Iona and I plan to sleep cuddled next to him totally naked. We even have a little something extra planned for tonight.”



“Why don’t you tell me all about it? Zane, take the bowl,” Leigh shoved the bowl and mixing spoon into my stomach. Paige and Leigh quickly slipped out of the room and disappeared from sight and sound. For some perverse reason I thought that if you slept with one girl, then slept with another one who had possessiveness issues, there would be a disagreement — silly me.



Dinner was odd yet enjoyable with the six ladies and me. We ate, talked, even laughed a bit. The Kappa Sigmas and us FFU’s exchanged anecdotes of our not so radically different campus lives. Girls ran in clumps (cliques, posses, BFFs, what have you), teachers still came in three flavors — wonderful, indifferent, and outright wretched, and they liked to talk about the myriad interests — boys (or girls) — that intrigued them.



After dinner was cleaned up and leftovers put away we migrated to the living room. We watched a little TV and I was introduced to a yet-to-be-experienced modern phenomena — the battle for the remote control: the Sorority edition. Apparently it is a combination of Machiavellian politics, mortal combat, and the exploration of sexual frontiers.



Had I known it was this much fun, I would have introduced it to my room on the first weekend. As it was, your ally one moment would betray you by choosing the Women’s Network the next. You can defend yourself by whatever means necessary — be it tickling with fingers and toes (damn Iona’s short, flexible legs), grabbing and fondling the breasts (or my package), nipple pulls, kissing, and your normal wrestling moves.



At its culmination, I was triple-tackled over the back of the sofa by Leigh, Paris, and Ferrara. I gamely held onto the remote and lue loods until my ally Paige rescued the device. I celebrated my victory for all of two seconds before Enchanted came on — I had been deceived! There was a vague awareness on my part of Iona tumbling with Paige but I had my own problems.



“I don’t have the remote anymore, Ferrara,” I reminded her quietly. There was no need to freak out Aunt Jill who was all of ten feet away — in her chair on the other side of the sofa.



“You don’t have the remote and I don’t have underwear,” Ferrara leered down at me. She was sitting on my chest and was pressing her hands down on my elbows. The implication of that statement wasn’t lost on me.



“I’m trying to have a no-sex weekend, honest,” I pleaded.



“We knew about it before we came over,” Leigh giggled, “and we don’t believe it.”



“And that is why we are all not wearing underwear,” Paris teased.



“How did you find out about this and why are you tempting me?” I was afraid of the answer.



“Oh, the challenge is on your website,” Ferrara grinned down at me, “as well as a suggestion list for achieving penetration from you.” Oh, I was wrong; this answer was much worse than what I had been imagining.



“This has gone all over UV, hasn’t it?” I groaned.



“Yep,” Leigh snickered, “along with you and Barbie Lynn in the shower…all forty heart-racing minutes of it.”



“Oh, Fucking God!” I screamed out in soul-wrenching anguish.



“What?” Jill inquired.



“Zane got a splinter and we are trying to work it out,” Leigh answered. “We’ll keep on him until we are satisfied that it is taken care of.”



“I think we are going to have to suck on it,” Paris giggled. Iona promptly appeared, leaning over the sofa.



“No, I think Zane’s difficulties will be dealt with right before bedtime when we can get a good look at things,” Iona insisted. I was saved!



“Oh, come on,” Ferrara muttered.



“I imagine a little kiss on the lips wouldn’t be out of order as a reward for your compassion,” Iona offered as an appeasement. Ferrara looked down at me, her eyes smoldering.



“Okay,” the three sorority girls agreed. What that meant for my immediate well-being was less obvious. Paris and Leigh massaged my cock a few more times, to the point I would have been grinding my teeth in frustration had it not been for Ferrara; apparently a ‘kiss on the lips’ meant something else to her.



Ferrara did a one-armed push up, worked her shorts down then off before shuffling forward on her knees to my face. She glowed lustfully down at me. This would be the point where I showed how perturbed I was about these ladies coming over and sexually assaulting me in my Aunt’s house. Come on, who do they think I am? It’s not like I go over to their house and…ah, damn it.



I grabbed each of Ferrara’s butt cheeks and drew her lips over mine. As I pulled us into contact — I didn’t want to have to arch my neck to do what I wanted to do — her legs spread wide to either side of my head. I waggled my tongue in deep for my initial approach. She was very richly wet with an enticing aroma. While soaking in all of this stimulation I was also convincing myself that I was still remaining true to my pledge…then Paris and Leigh began unbuckling, unzipping, and yanking my pants down.



“Hey,” hissed Iona, barely above a whisper, “stop that.” According to later accounts, one or both of the Kappa Sigmas looked up and gave Iona a raspberry. I was buried in Ferrara’s honey box at the time, launching my own oral perversions. Normally I focus on having my woman enjoy the experience. In Ferrara’s case, I wanted her to cum hard, fast, and soon.



I opened my mouth as wide as possible and sucked as much of her sex in as I could, then thrashed my tongue about violently. Next I tucked my tongue, scooped up her clit in a tight embrace and rubbed it over the ridges of my teeth. Ferrara bucked away from the move but I held on to her deliciously plush ass. I let her clit slip between my lip and tongue and rolled it over in a less vigorous pattern which calmed her down.



“Ah…God…ah…God,” she whistled through clenched teeth. I would have grinned but I already had plans for my lips and teeth. I used my stiffened lower lip to part her labia that allowed my tongue to get a ‘running start’ at her clit from beneath. I didn’t roll over the clitoris but crested the tip, rubbed my tongue there, and then retreated to repeat the process again.



Every lap stole a breath from Ferrara; every withdrawal caused her to tilt her hips to prolong contact. She clued us in to the close proximity of her climax by slamming a fist against the floor twice in rapid succession. Iona slipped a throw-pillow down to Ferrara but it took the girl a moment to realize it was there. Thankfully, she was able to grab it just in time. Ferrara placed it on the floor, pushed her face into it, and screamed.



I swear to God it wasn’t my name she screamed. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.



“Zane?” Jill called to me with curiosity.



“We’ve almost got that splinter taken care of,” Paris piped up. Leigh would have agreed with that lie but she had nearly half my cock down her throat. According to Bill Clinton, a former President of the United States, this is not sex so my pledge was still good.



At that time Iona disappeared from sight and I had a difficult time believing she had abandoned me. Ferrara slumped down between my body and the back of the sofa, resting a knee on my chest. She was still taking deep, ragged breaths brought about by her orgasm.



“Are you okay?” I whispered to Ferrara. She just gave me a weird smile.



Leigh switched up with Paris, letting Paris put her lips on my cockhead and lick around the circumference. I propped my body up on my elbows so I could make eye contact.



“Come on — stop it,” I hissed to Paris and Leigh.



Leigh grinned seductively and shook her head. Paris rocked her head from side to side, which felt nice, but clearly wasn’t about to stop.



“Basement,” Ferrara commented. I had to assume that was a reference to the secret basement the Kappa Sigmas kept male sexual prisoners in, which may or may not have existed. They threatened me with it regularly so I had reason to be worried. The Kappa Sigmas responded with nods (brief in Paris’ case) while I responded with a loud slap to Ferrara’s inviting backside. She glared at me with a surprised and offended ‘O’ on her lips.



That reaction turned out to be more useful than I realized. Iona came speeding down the hallway from the kitchen with two tall glasses of ice water. At the last second the three realized she was coming but all Leigh could do was turn on her side. Iona dumped the glasses on Leigh and Paris. Leigh gasped and Paris shrieked (being the least aware of what was coming her way).



“I’m sorry, Aunt Jill,” Iona said to our host to preempt the required question. “I had to put out a fire,” she finished while looking down at the two top-soaked girls. Damn, Leigh has some really nice nipples. “I’m going to go fill these back up and get some paper towels to clean up this mess,” Iona gave us all a cautionary look. “Ferrara, you dropped something,” Iona indicated Ferrara’s shorts with a tip of one of the glasses.



“What the hell?” growled Paris softly.



“She told you to stop that,” I warned her. “Now we can go upstairs and I will give you some of my t-shirts to wear.”



“I’m going to get Iona for this,” Leigh grumbled.



“Me too,” Paris added. My silence hadn’t gone unnoticed.



“Zane, are you going to get in the way of our vengeance?” Ferrara questioned.



“Oh, hell no,” I promised. “See, Iona and Paige are part of a group at FFU called the Science Club but in reality, they are the Time Lord Mafia. If you go after them, I’m running for cover. I promise I’ll remember ya’ll fondly.”



“Oh, come on now,” Ferrara rolled her eyes.



“Check that: I’ll remember you fondly if they let me keep those memories. If you don’t believe me, look up,” I cautioned them. We all looked up and there was Paige who had been invisibly looking down on us, listening in.



“Hello, Ladies. Zane, I like that — the Time Lord Mafia,” Paige blessed me with a radiant smile. “I’ll let Cordelia know and I’ll even give you credit for the name.” She pulled out her phone and proceeded to do just that.



“Zane, we are an international sisterhood,” Ferrara stated smugly. “This Science Club is what; fifteen girls?”



“Hey, if you want every water source in your house to pump out Tang, be my guest,” I chuckled. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Iona reappeared, gliding back with a towel over her arm and a full glass in each arm.”



“Zane, we are a sorority; we can deal with this,” Leigh smirked as she and Paris stood. Ferrara began wiggling back into her shorts.



“Leigh Douglas: born August 20th, age 21, majoring at the University of Virginia — Lancaster with a grade point average of 3.3. Your first dog was a silver Yorkshire terrier named Buttons,” Iona stated calmly. “Leigh, we like to know who is spending time with Zane. Paige, what would we do first?”



“I’m partial to re-routing all their information services to the Delta Omegas,” Paige mused, citing one of their major sorority rivals, “including giving them access to their private Facebook accounts. I mean, nothing says “call me back for a second date” like a relationship status update that reads ‘My herpes has almost cleared up’.”

When Nick took the job as pool boy for Marion, the 40-something woman who lived down the street from him, he figured it would be an easy way to earn some money while he was in college. At 20 years old, he didn’t feel like having a real job during the summer, and how hard was it to come over every day for an hour or so to clean out the pool, scrub the deck, and pour in some chemicals?







But from the very first day at the job, he knew this was going to be way better than he anticipated. For one, Marion wasn’t a typical boss. Her husband had a regional sales job, so he was almost never around. Nick had only seen him once, as a matter of fact, and that was when he was packing to leave for the week. It was clear to Nick that Marion was lonely, not only based on what she said but how she acted.



At any age, Marion would be considered attractive. But for 43, she was absolutely stunning. She had long legs. The type that would look amazing in pantyhose from the 1940s, or laid bare in a bikini like Nick usually saw her. Marion clearly knew her body was amazing. She had no problem showing it off around the pool. Every time Nick ever saw her she was wearing a skimpy two-piece bikini. On some women, it would appear to be inappropriate for her age, almost embarrassing. But for Marion, with firm breasts, a tight ass, and those amazing legs, she looked at least 10 years younger.



She was wearing her usual skimpy suit when Nick reported for work on Tuesday afternoon at 4 p.m. The sun was beating down at probably the hottest part of the day.



“Afternoon, mam,” Nick said as he opened the gate to the pool area. Marion was reclined on a lounge chair, drinking some kind of drink that was bright pink and had an umbrella. She wore sunglasses and was reading a book. She looked over the top of her shades at Nick, smiled slightly, and said, “Hi, Nick. Come on in.”



Nick wore a bathing suit, like he usually did when he was working around water, and a T-shirt. As with most college students, he was in good shape. About 5-10, athletic and muscular, he had no problem attracting college girls. He wasn’t a player so much, but he also never went home lonely if he wanted companionship.



But Marion was unlike any of the girls he met on campus. She had the sort of mysterious aura, and confidence, that can only be found in older women who have been there and done that. He was intrigued by her, but he wanted to play it cool. She was twice as old as he was and he had no idea if she thought of him in any way other than as the guy who cleaned her pool.



Marion certainly didn’t see him that way. To her, he was someone to seduce as only she could. With her husband gone six out of seven days most week, and un-attentive when he was there, Marion escaped into a world of fantasy and masturbation. But with Nick on the scene, she saw an opportunity to play out one of her longtime favorite fantasies – seducing a much younger, college student.



She went about it in a very deliberate way. For the first few weeks he worked for her, she did nothing other than to wear her skimpiest bikinis around him. As the days went on, she made sure to give him plenty to look at, by bending over whenever possible in front of him, adjust her bikini top strap, or spread her legs while lounging by the pool to let him see the inside of her thighs. She knew he was watching her.



But on this particular sunny afternoon, as Nick began cleaning the pool just a few feet away from her, Marion decided it was time to progress to the next level in her plans. It had been months since she had sex, and with a full moon that night, she was feeling even hornier than normal. She had been thinking about her plan for days and decided this was the perfect time to give it a whirl. If it failed, then no harm, no foul. But if it worked. Well, that would be amazing.



She started by turning over onto her stomach and undoing the strap of her bikini top. She let it fall to side, careful to make sure Nick was watching when she did it so he knew that she was essentially sunbathing topless, even though he couldn’t see anything. As she lay on her belly, she spread her legs apart. Even though her bikini covered everything, Nick couldn’t stop himself from staring at her and imagining what it would be like to mount her from behind as she lay there.



He felt an erection start to build as he cleaned the pool. He kept an eye on her and continued to seduce her in his mind. Just as Marion had fantasies about Nick, he too thought about what it would be like to have her while her husband was away. Nick had never been with any woman older than 25 and he was curious about Marion. While he was certainly sexually experienced, he knew she was as well. He thought she might be able to show him a thing or too. Plus, he was just horny.



His erection continued to build as he imagined what it would be like to climb on top of Marion when he saw her sit up, her arm around her bikini top to keep it covering her ample, but not enormous, breasts.



“Hey Nick,” she called.



“Yes?”



“I’m going inside to take a shower. Can you just finish up out here?”



“Yeah, no problem,” he said. Nick wondered why she had bothered to tell him where she was going. She could have just as easily gone inside without saying a word. She was under no obligation to give him all the details of her comings and goings.



Then he got to thinking: Maybe she wanted him to know what she was up to. It didn’t escape Nick’s attention that she seemed to like showing off for him. Could it be that she was sending him a message? And if so, what was the message?



He watched her walk into the house. He had only been inside a couple times and he wasn’t exactly sure what the layout of the house was. But he knew her bedroom was on the main floor and he assumed the shower was nearby. The bedroom window faced the pool, so he kept an eye on that. Even though the sun was out, he could tell when the bedroom light turned on. He saw Marion walk in. He continued cleaning the pool as he saw her open the door to the master bathroom and turn on that light.



Based on where that door was, Nick could tell the bathroom was just around the corner of the house near the pool supply shed. He decided to walk over there, pretending to need something from the shed. From there he could easily see in the window without being obvious about it.



Marion had hoped Nick would see her going inside. That’s why she left all the window shades open. And, of course, that’s also why she announced her plans to go take a shower. She figured the safest way to seduce her young pool boy was first to show off for him to see if he took the bait, then go from there. Marion was a confident woman and had no problem whatsoever being an exhibitionist. In fact, she got off on it.



So when Marion walked into the bathroom the first thing she did was remove her bikini top. Her dark brown nipples were erect, mainly from the excitement of finally executing her plan. And, she could see Nick out of the corner of her eye watching her without trying to be obvious about it. She decided to give him a show.



After turning on the shower water, Marion faced the bedroom mirror with her back to the window. She slid down her bikini bottoms, revealing her tight, untanned ass to Nick. She ran her hands down both of her thighs, then around to her breasts. As she stared into the mirror she fondled herself, pinching her nipples and making sure to give Nick a good reflected view of her work.



Nick was trying to keep himself fairly well hidden behind the storage shed, but as Marion got more involved with playing with himself he found himself caring less and less about trying to hide. He also found the erection in his swimming trunks growing. There was clearly a bulge now, and he very much wished he could just yank his trunks off and start jerking off in front of the window. Instead, he continued to play it cool, not knowing for sure where things were headed.



After a couple minutes of playing with her breasts, Marion let her hands slide down her chest to between her legs. From Nick’s view, he couldn’t see what she was doing since the mirror didn’t go down that low and she wasn’t facing him. That was all part of her plan. She wanted to tease him. But she was getting excited and couldn’t help herself from letting the middle finger of her right hand slide into her now moist twat. She rubbed her clit and closed her eyes as the bathroom mirror and window began to fog up from the heat of the shower water.



Nick was fully erect now. His dick, about 6-inches long, was throbbing and wanting to burst through his swimming trunks. Instead, he tried to gracefully adjust himself and keep working. As the window got foggier, his view of Marion became and more obscured, until finally he couldn’t see anything. He decided then to get back to work.



Marion took a quick shower and reappeared poolside about 10 minutes later, wearing a white cotton bathrobe. She had nothing on underneath.



Even though it was 10 minutes since Nick had seen her little show, he still had an erection. He knew Marion could see it and he didn’t care. In fact, he hoped that she was looking at it.



“Nick?” she called out.



“Yes?” he answered from the other side of the pool.



“Could you come here a minute?” she called back.



Nick walked over, standing about two feet away from his employer.



Marion looked right at his crotch where his half-erect penis was bulging inside his trunks. Then she looked him in the eye.



“Do you like working here?” she asked him.



“Yes, I do,” Nick said.



“Do you have enough work to stay busy?” she asked him.



“Yes, I do,” he said.



“Would you be interested in more tasks if I gave them to you?” she asked playfully. Nick wasn’t sure where she was going with this questioning.



“What did you have in mind?” he asked her.



Marion just smiled and sat on the lounge chair.



“Well now, that depends,” she said. She pulled her knees up close to her chest. The bathrobe came down to her mid-calf, covering most of her leg and the rest of her body. But as she sat there, she slowly let the robe creep up her legs, which she slowly started to spread apart. Nick couldn’t help staring. But before Marion revealed anything, she stopped and stood up.



“I have a lot of lawn to care for,” Marion said. “Do you know how to work a mower?”



Nick was caught off guard. He thought she was going in a completely different direction.



“Um, yeah I guess,” he said. “I can cut grass.”



“OK, well, if Mr. Manfield agrees I may boost your salary by $20 a week if you can take care of my lawn for me,” she said.



“Yeah, sure, whatever you want,” Nick replied. Marion lay back down on the lounge chair in her robe and crossed her legs at her ankles.



“How’s the pool cleaning coming?” she asked.



“Fine,” Nick said. “But it sure is hot out. Could I bother you for a drink of water?”



“Sure,” she said. “I’ll go get it.”



As she walked inside the house, Nick’s head was swirling. He thought for sure she was going to seduce him right here by the pool, especially after her little show in the bathroom, but then she went the complete opposite direction with her question about cutting the grass.



Marion was inside the house for a few minutes when she called out to Nick.



“Nick? Could you come in here a second?”



Nick walked inside. Marion was standing in the kitchen.



“Yes?” he asked.



“I’ve got your water here, but I was wondering if you cared for something more than that? I can mix up any kind of drink you like,” she said.



“Well, I don’t normally like to drink on the job,” Nick replied.



“Oh, really?” Marion said. “What else don’t you like to do on the job?” As she said that she walked closer to him, letting the robe move freely from side to side, revealing more of her cleavage and thigh with each step.



“Well, to be honest,” Nick said, “I don’t like to be teased.”



“Is that so?” Marion said, now standing just inches away from him. “And who, pray tell, do you think is teasing you?”



As she said that, Marion reached down and gently grabbed Nick’s cock from outside his swimming trunks. It was already about half-erect, but the surprise grope from Marion caused it to grow almost immediately to its full 6-inches.



“Well, I would say you were,” Nick said, never breaking eye contact or acknowledging her hand on his cock.



“And why’s that?” Marion asked in a little girl voice. “Did I do something to give you a false impression?” Her hand was on his cock the whole time.



“No,” Nick said, deciding to play her game but up the ante. He put each of his hands on the edges of her robe just above her breasts. “You’ve been very forthright in what you expect from me.”



As he said that, Nick opened the robe and pulled it down over her shoulders, revealing her naked chest and erect nipples. She was clearly excited. Marion didn’t miss a step.



“Yes, I do have high expectations,” she said. She began stroking his cock from outside his swimming trunks as they continued to talk. “If you want to continue working here, you have to keep the boss happy.”



“And how can I do that?” Nick asked as he stared at her tits. God, he wanted her so bad right now.



“Well,” she said. “You could start by taking off these trunks and showing me what you’ve got barely hidden in there.”



She took her hand off his cock. She could see a small precum stain from the outside of his trunks.



“I’d be happy to do that,” he said. “Once you take off your robe.”



“You first,” Marion said.



Nick took a step back and pulled out the strings of his bathing suit. They were tied into a knot. It took him a minute to untie the knot, but once he did he happily slid them off. His cock bounded out, finally free and unrestrained.



“That’s nice,” Marion said, unable to stop herself from paying him a compliment. She loved cock, especially young ones. She kept her end of the bargain as well, untying her robe, letting it fall to the ground.



“Have you ever been with a woman as old as me?” Marion asked him, still staring as his bulging dick.



“No, I haven’t,” Nick said. He wasn’t lying.



“What do you think it would be like to fuck me?” she asked him.



“I’m not sure,” Nick said. “I think it would be OK.”



“Just OK?” Marion asked incredulously. “Young man, that is an insult.”



“Well,” Nick replied. “What do you want me to say? I have no idea what you’re like in bed. Just like you have no idea what I am like.”



“Oh, but I know your type,” Marion said. “You’re good looking, can always get the girls, and because of that you get lazy in bed. You forget how to please a woman.”



Nick was offended.



“Is that so?” he said. “What makes you think I can’t please a woman?”



Marion laughed.



“Because if you knew how, we wouldn’t be having this conversation and you’d be doing it right now.”



“Then let’s do it,” Nick said, approaching Marion.



“No,” she said. “I don’t think you’re ready.”



Nick looked at her, dumbfounded.



“What?”



“You’re not ready,” she said. “You may be ready sometime soon, or you may not. But I don’t think you’re ready to deal with me yet. But listen, I’m not a complete bitch or psycho, so don’t worry. You won’t leave here today unhappy.”



With that she got down on her knees in front of Nick and before you could reply she grabbed his cock and thrust it into her mouth. She took his whole 6-inches in almost immediately, sucking him with a force he had never felt before.



“Jesus,” he said. “God.”



He couldn’t control himself. He shot his wad, with great force, just 10 seconds after Marion had put his cock into her mouth. She was amazing at giving head.



She swallowed it all down and continued sucking him off until he was all done.



“There,” she said. “I have given you what you wanted today. You came. Tonight, after you have gone, I will lay in my bed with my vibrator and think about your cock in my mouth while I masturbate. I will cum very hard and it will feel good. But the next time you come to clean the pool, it will be you who are making me cum, not my vibrator. Between now and then I want you to think about exactly how you’re going to make that happen.”



Before Nick could answer Marion got up off the floor, put on her robe and started walking back toward her bedroom.



“Now put on your trunks and go home. Come back next week, prepared.”

Missy my sister-in-law comes to visit about once a year. Her work made it so she had to move away from the family. She misses them greatly so she visits at least once a year, typically for a couple of weeks at a time when she comes. She always stays with us because we have a spare bedroom.



I have always enjoyed it when Missy comes to visit, she is a real looker. She is about 5 feet 6 inches tall, part Asian so she has nice olive skin. She is in great shape as she regularly works out, even on vacation. Her chest is small, I would guess an A cup at best. She has dark hair and a nice small ass.



Missy is always enthusiastic about coming to stay and seems to like staying with us, we have always gotten along well. I always get the nicest bear hugs from her when she sees me. I like getting these hugs from her, I love the way her chest presses against mine as she hugs me. She has a tiny frame so my arms easily reach all the way around her. Quite often while hugging her I can feel the underwire from her bra on my fingertips.



Missy usually tries to schedule her vacations to visit the family in October; she likes the cool air of the fall time and seeing the leaves change color. She also loves Halloween, as much as we do. Halloween is always a major production with elaborate decorations and extravagant parties. We all always go all out on the costumes, they are typically very elaborate.



We also always plan two different costumes. One that is “family friendly” and one that is more adult for the “adult” parties we go to. But that is a different story.



Like I said, Missy likes to exercise, she particularly likes to run. Due to the cool mornings in our area she does not want to run outside, so instead she runs on the treadmill in our house. The treadmill is in the same room as our TV as we like to watch TV while we run or walk. Missy always works out at the same time every day so it makes it very easy for me to be in “watching TV” when she is working out.



I usually spend more time watching Missy than the TV when she is exercising. I love watching the way her tits bounce as she runs. It also doesn’t hurt that she wears a sports bra and some skin tight running shorts. Neither of which leave much to the imagination as to what her body looks like underneath.



Missy arrived as expected but she was not her usual bubbly self. I still did get my hug that is always greatly anticipated, but she seemed out of character. I asked her if everything was okay and she said it was, except that the airline lost one of her bags. She was mostly upset because this was her “workout bag”. She was wearing her workout tennis shoes but her shorts, sports bras and her swimming attire were in the lost luggage.



I was pretty bummed as well. I didn’t think I would get the chance to watch her exercise. I so enjoyed watching her exercise. When she ran the sweat would run down between her breasts and down her flat stomach. This was incredibly sexy to me.



Later that day Missy got a call which greatly lifted her spirits. I asked her if the call was good news and she stated “It was the airline, they found my luggage, but the bad news is that it won’t get here for a few days.”



“That’s too bad”, I said. I suggested that maybe my wife had some shorts and maybe a sports bra she could borrow to do her exercising. After all, I didn’t want to miss watching her exercise. She thanked me and went to find my wife.



That night I asked my wife if she was able to help her sister out with exercise clothes. She said she was able to help with shorts but not a sports bra. My wife is bigger than her sister so I wasn’t surprised when she said this. I was disappointed for a moment until my wife told me that she was still planning on exercising but that she’d just figure something else out for a top.



My wife smirked at me and said “Don’t worry babe, you will still get to watch her work out!”



I blushed and said “Thanks babe!” with a sly smile. I was pretty sure my wife knew that was the only reason why was in the same room with Missy when she worked out but I was not positive. Her statement confirmed that she knew.



The next day, just before Missys normal exercise time I went in to “watch TV”, she was right on time as expected. Missy was in the shorts my wife gave her to wear, they were not skin tight like her normal exercise shorts, but they did still look really good on her. For her top, she wore a white skin tight shirt that showed a little bit of her flat, toned, stomach. It looked like she had a dark colored bra on underneath but I couldn’t tell exactly what color.



I handed her the remote when she walked in so that she could choose the show she wanted to watch. She was grateful as she did not like watching sports, which is what I had on. She changed it to some cooking show. I enjoy cooking and learning new things so I was enjoying the show with her, what little of it I was watching. I was fixated on her breasts; they were bouncing more than normal today as she just had a “normal” bra on.



I found myself staring more than normal as she exercised. I was being lazy today and hadn’t put on my Levis. I was glad I didn’t because the hard on I was getting by watching her would have been very uncomfortable in Levis. Every minute that passed as she was exercising caused her shirt to become more and more see-thru as it became wet with her sweat.



I was so focused on her soaking blouse, which was now see-thru due to her sweat and her bouncing tits in her dark blue bra, that I didn’t notice the erection in my pants and the tent it was causing. Missy finished her exercising so I quickly pretended I was watching the show. She turned to leave and noticed the tent in my pants. She said to me, “It looks like you are enjoying the show”. I looked up at her and noticed she was looking at my crotch. I managed to stammer “yeah” in response as she walked away.



She just giggled. I couldn’t help but watch her swaying ass as she walked down the hall to her room. She glanced over her shoulder as she left and noticed I was still staring at her. She just smiled to herself. Her bedroom was just down the hall from the TV room, the bathroom was just across the hall from her bedroom. She went to her room to get her things for the shower.



Missy was making a lot of noise when leaving her room. I looked down the hall to see what the ruckus was. I couldn’t believe my eyes! Missy was standing there in just her bra and panties. I was correct when guessing her bra color. It was dark blue, with matching panties. Seeing her standing there in her underwear made my cock jump in my pants. I enjoyed watching her mostly naked body as she walked into the bathroom to get a shower. She winked at me just as she disappeared through the door.



I couldn’t help but wonder if she was flirting with me and if she was turned on by seeing my hard cock in my pants. I figured it wasn’t either, I figured she was just comfortable around the house and with her body. I wouldn’t be that lucky to have my hot sister-in-law turned on by me or even flirting with me. I was just sitting there, enjoying the show that was on when I realized Missy had been in the shower for a long time. I figured she was just shaving or something but I was concerned all the same so I went to check on her. When I got to the bathroom door I could hear noise coming from the bathroom so I assumed she was fine. I knocked anyway.



Missy answered in a husky voice “Yes?”



I replied “Everything okay in there?”



She said “Yes everything is fantastic, thanks for checking”.



I stayed for a moment longer and heard what I thought was a moan.



I left to go back to the TV.



Several minutes later the door opened from the bathroom and my Sister-in-law came out, she was wearing nothing but a towel that barely covered her breasts. She looked great with her wet hair and no makeup. She slipped into her bedroom and then came out a short time later. Missy came out in sweat bottoms and a loose fitting top. She came over to me and bent over in front of me. I could see down her blouse and she was not wearing a bra! I got a great look at her perky breasts!



I looked quizzically at her, it was unusual for her to come back in after her workout, let alone bend over in front of me.



I asked her “What’s up?”



She teasingly said “Besides you?” She then looked down at my crotch and then continued, “Nothing really, I just want a hug.”



I figured why not I loved getting hugs from her, plus I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra, I hoped I would be able to feel more than “just the underwire”, so I enthusiastically jumped up.



As we embraced, she grabbed me tighter than normal. I could feel her breasts against my chest. My arms easily reached around her and of course they went to where I normally feel the underwire from her bra. All I felt was the soft skin of the side of her breasts.



Her breasts felt so soft, I wished desperately that there was not a blouse between my hands and her breasts, I would love to have felt them skin to skin. As I was enjoying our embrace, and noticing the painful erection growing in my pants, she whispered in my ear, “Thank you for getting so turned on watching me, I enjoyed getting off in the shower thinking of the tent you had in your pants after watching me work out”.



With all the sensations of her being pressed against my body, me feeling the side of her breasts and the words she spoke to me I was rock hard. I was trying, unsuccessfully, to keep her from noticing I was hard again. She broke the hug and looked down to see my tent. She smiled slyly and reached out and gave my cock a squeeze.



She muttered “Nice!” and was gone.



I couldn’t believe what had just happened. My beautiful sister-in-law had just grabbed my cock and had told me that she got off in the shower thinking about it!



My cock ached for a release. That night as I was getting ready for bed, my wife was there getting ready as well. I couldn’t wait any longer! I grabbed my wife, started kissing her passionately, and rubbing her tits and body with my hands. I desperately needed to release the pressure that had been building in my cock all day! After several moments of kissing and fondling I threw my wife on the bed. I climbed on the bed between her legs and slowly pulled her panties down.



I tossed her panties on the floor and then gently started nibbling and kissing the inside of her thighs. I was slowly making my way to her pussy. I spent quite some time licking her pussy, her outside lips, the entrance to her pussy, which tasted fantastic, and then up to her clit. She has told me how much she loves me going down on her. I licked and teased her pussy until she exploded in an orgasm which caused her whole body to tremble in delight.



After her orgasm subsided, I flipped her over so her ass was in the air. This was one of my favorite positions, there is a lot of friction on my cock and I usually cum very quickly this way. I usually don’t take her this way because it is so hard for me control my orgasm, I like to make our love making sessions last.



I rammed my hard cock all the way in, with one thrust, into her wanting, wet pussy. It was tighter than normal because she had just cum. She was so wet with her juices and my saliva mixed together. I pumped my hard cock in and out of her as hard and as quick as I could. It wasn’t long before I was filling her pussy up with my load of cum.



When I finished she said, “Wow! That was more intense on your part than normal, what came over you tonight?”



I wasn’t about to tell her all that transpired that day, she would flip out if she knew I had felt the side of her sisters boobs and that Missy had told me she got off while thinking of my hard cock. She did know that I have always had a major crush on her sister though, so I told her I got really excited watching her exercise today and have been turned on ever since.



She said “You need to get turned on like that more often” with a wink and a smile.



We drifted off to sleep.



When I woke up the next morning my wife was already out of bed. My mind started wandering, thinking about my sister-in-law getting off in the shower, the feel of her breasts, seeing her naked breasts down her blouse, wondering what she would look like fully naked, and on and on. All of these thoughts made me very hard. I was alone in my room, so I took the opportunity to play with myself.



I slowly started to rub my hard cock. I started at the tip of my cock with my finger tips and slowly stroked down the length of my hard, pulsating cock. It felt so incredibly good under my silk boxers. After a few minutes of teasing myself I stripped off my boxers so I was completely naked. I grabbed my cock in my hand and started stroking it. While I was stroking my cock, I started playing with my nipples, they are very sensitive and feel great to play with while getting off. I was thinking about my sister-in-law and how good she would look naked when I blew my load all over my stomach and chest.



I decided I would get cleaned up and get a shower but I knew Missy was about so I didn’t dare go to the bathroom naked. I wouldn’t have cared if either Missy or my wife saw me but I am sure my wife would have blown a gasket with me wandering around the house nude with her sister there. I wiped up my cum with a towel, threw on my boxers, and went into the bathroom to get a shower.



After my shower, I wrapped my towel around my waist, I intentionally wrapped it lower than normal, just above the pubic bone, barely covering my cock, in the hopes that I would run into Missy and she would enjoy the view. I also knew my wife would enjoy the view when I saw her. I figured I might as well tease both of them.



I went and found my wife who was in the kitchen making coffee for her and her sister. They were chatting when I walked in and I could tell that they had quickly changed the subject. I wondered what they were up to. I kissed my wife and said “Good Morning”. She asked if I wanted a coffee, I told her no I was fine, but thank you. While I was talking to my wife I couldn’t help but notice Missy was checking me out.



After the ladies had finished their coffee, it was time for Missy to exercise. Of course I was in my place “watching TV” like normal when she came in. My wife had just gotten into the shower. When I saw Missy my jaw just about hit the floor.



She asked, “Like what you see?”



I exclaimed “Hell yea I do!”



She was wearing the same white blouse as the day before and the same shorts. However, today I could clearly tell she was not wearing a bra. I could clearly make out the dark circles of her nipples which were straining against the thin fabric.



I could feel my cock stirring in my pants again. I could not wait for the show that was about to commence.



I handed her the remote again. She changed the TV to the cooking channel again, no surprise. I honestly didn’t care, I wouldn’t be watching it, I would be watching my sexy Sister-in-Law. Missy knew I wouldn’t be paying attention to the TV either.



She started running and her breasts bounced better today than I had ever seen before. As her breasts bounced her nipples rubbed against the fabric of her shirt making them even harder than before. Her workout today was not as long as the day before, she stopped as soon as the shower turned off. I am guessing she didn’t want her sister to see that she was exercising in front of her husband without a bra on. She did end up exercising hard enough to get her shirt soaking wet, making it that much easier to see her breasts through the thin fabric.



She had a towel next to her that she pulled up to her face to wipe away the sweat that conveniently covered up her see-thru shirt when my wife walked out of the bathroom. I had a massive hard on in my pants, but it was easily hid as I had been playing with it while watching her work out so it was laid against my body and not standing up creating a tent. Missy had noticed me playing while she was working out. Missy just winked at me as she headed to her room to get ready for her shower.



My wife went into our room to get dressed and I heard Missy open the door to her room right after my wife closed her door. I of course was looking her way as I wanted to see if she had any other surprises for me today. She most definitely did, she was completely naked and did not bother to cover up as she slowly walked from her room to the bathroom.



She had an absolutely amazing body, she was in great shape. Missy had nice perky tits, that still had rock hard nipples. From what I could see, her pussy was cleanly shaved. She had a nice round ass. She was everything I had imagined and more. She of course checked to make sure I was looking before whispering, “I would love to see you naked” as she disappeared into the bathroom.



The shower didn’t start for the longest time. I wondered what Missy could possibly be doing in there? She was probably just using the restroom or some other “girly” thing. My wife came out of the bedroom, she looked great in her silk pajamas and she clearly had no bra on. These women were driving me wild! She came over and kissed me passionately, our tongues darting into each other’s mouth, dancing together in a frenzied dance.



When we broke the kiss my wife said, “I will be upstairs on the computer, enjoy your-self!”



She was then gone, leaving me puzzled by her statement.



Not too long after my wife left, I heard the door to the bathroom open, it opened just a crack but Missy didn’t come out. I thought that was rather odd. Right after the door was opened I heard the shower turn on.



Did Missy want me to see her in the shower? Did she want me to see her naked, again? I wasn’t sure what she wanted, if anything. I decided to chance it. I very quietly went down the hall and peaked into the bathroom. She was rubbing her tits with one hand while the other was playing with her pussy. She was watching the door to see if I would look, she smiled when she saw me standing there.



I was mesmerized watching her touch herself. I knew my wife masturbated, I had found her vibrators, but I had never actually seen her pleasure herself. It was a major turn on for me to be standing there watching a woman play with herself. I kept both an ear and an eye out for my wife as I stood there and watched Missy slide her fingers in and out of her pussy. She was switching between putting two fingers in her pussy and rubbing her clit. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.



I was actually watching my sister-in-law pleasure herself!



I reached down and took my hard cock out of my pants and started playing with myself while I watched. I knew it was wrong to be watching her like this, and playing with myself while I watched. I also didn’t want to hurt my wife, I love her deeply, but I couldn’t help but watch my beautiful Sister-In-Law and enjoy the amazing show she was putting on for me.



I could tell she was turned on by having me watch her. It also helped heighten her excitement that I was playing with myself. She came fast and hard, she smiled at me and with a mischievous grin mouthed “thank you” to me.



I slowly and quietly pulled the door closed and went back to watching TV. When Missy came out of the shower she had her towel around her waist with her tits fully exposed to me. I was enjoying the site of her mostly naked body more than I ever imagined I would.



My cock was rock hard and pushing against my pants, I couldn’t help myself, I had to cum. I pulled out my cock while admiring my half naked sister-in-law standing close by. She whispered “please make yourself cum for me”. I was nervous that my wife would walk in on me and see her sister standing there watching me, but at this point I really didn’t care. I just had to cum! I was massively turned on and I had to return the favor, I had to let Missy watch me get myself off just as I had just watched her get off.

For two years, Brian and I had lived in a small apartment in a rather rundown part of the city. We couldn’t afford anything nicer without destroying our meager budget. Luck finally came our way when Brian heard through a friend of an older man, Charles, looking for a housemate. It seemed perfect for us!



Brain was a little older than I was at the time, he was 29 and I had just turned 20. In most ways we were opposites. He stood a full head taller than me. His shoulders were broad and strong, mine were not. His dark brown hair laid down flat and he kept it cut short. My hair was blonde, wavy and hung down around my face. He was also very smart and persuasive, it seemed as if he could talk me into about anything. Basically, in our relationship, he was the man and I had taken on the role of the girl. And it was very comfortable for both of us.



Brian and I met with Charles the day after hearing about the opportunity. Charles turned out to be in his early fifty’s. He was also taller than I was, but honestly, I was used to being the smallest person in a room. He and his wife divorced years ago and his son recently moved a few states away after getting married.



The meeting was a little strange, Charles seemed to address only Brian when speaking. When he did look at me, it was odd, almost as if he was avoiding me on purpose. The house was very nice. It was a beautifully decorated, 3-bedroom, ranch style home. Our bedroom would be off the main living room. A bathroom would separate our bedroom from Charles’. The final bedroom was at the end of a hall, it was used as a study and storage room. The kitchen was next to the living room. He and Brian seemed to be getting along really well. When asked if he was ‘okay’ living with a gay couple, Charles said he didn’t mind at all. The rent he was asking was only slightly higher than we were used to and we agreed to rent a part of his home that day.



Up until then, we had rented our apartment month-by-month. And at the end of that month, we moved our things into Charles’ home. Brian and I were both very excited to be getting out of the nasty part of town we had never gotten used to. Our new home was in a nice little area, too near to the city to be considered a suburb. The yards of every house were all perfectly manicured and the houses looked similar, but far from identical.



While carrying in box after box, it was obvious just how excited both of us were to be moving into such a nice neighborhood. Brian’s hands were grabbing and feeling me every time we were out of Charles’ sight. When we got the last box into our room, Brian pushed me against the wall and kissed me passionately, with the door to our room wide open. I couldn’t see Charles out there, but got nervous nevertheless. Brian’s tongue dove deep into my mouth while grinding his body against mine. I tend to be a bit vocal when I get excited and I heard myself chirp with the unexpected kiss.



It was at that moment when I realized what we had done. With our bedroom was right off of the living room, if Charles happened to be in the living room while we were making love, I was sure he would hear everything. If the walls were as thin as our last apartment, he would probably hear us even in his own room. Being in the apartment was different, we didn’t have to face and speak with our neighbors every single day!



I somehow pushed Brian away and I calmed myself down. Not being able to make love whenever, wherever we wanted, would take some getting used to.



We all worked ourselves into a routine over the next few weeks. Everything was going so smoothly, everyone went to work and came home afterwards. Charles was a wonderful cook and loved to do it. After I cleaned the kitchen, something I offered to do, we all sat down and relaxed in front of the television. I know, we were pretty boring people.



I was especially careful about watching how I was dressed during those first few weeks. In the past, I had run around our apartment basically naked, something I was no longer able to do. Generally, I slept naked or in a nightshirt (one of Brian’s dress shirts). This forced me to get dressed before I was even ready in the morning for my dash to the bathroom.



Brian and I had never been happier. We made love just about every single night. As more time passed, we relaxed and didn’t worry about the noises I made so much. Charles didn’t ever mention it, or even look at us differently afterwards. It probably helped that he constantly told us to relax, this was our home now too.



One particular weekday evening I was especially tired and was going to bed early. After brushing my teeth and slipping into my nightshirt, I realized I never said goodnight. As tired as I was, I made my way to the living room. Brian told me later that Charles’ eyes bugged out of his head when he saw me. My nightshirt hung down far enough to easily cover everything that needed covered. But I had only two buttons done, which left a lot of me showing. Aside from the shirt, I wore nothing else.



I walked right in front of Brian and bent down to kiss him goodnight. I can’t be sure if I flashed Charles or not, but I’m sure he saw far more of me than ever before. Rising up I then turned and bent to kiss Charles goodnight. Something I had never done before. I guess I was REALLY tired. It was a simple bunny-kiss, but still a kiss. Wishing both of them a goodnight, I wandered to my room and fell fast asleep without even realizing what I had done.



The next morning, Brian woke me up before he left for work. He quietly told me about the little show I had put on the night before and how much Charles enjoyed it. Brian told me how they had both stayed up pretty late talking, mostly about me. From what Brian found out, Charles was straight, but had admitted the night before, if he were going to have a homosexual experience, it would be with someone like me. Talk about an ego boost!



In the past, Brian had talked me into teasing different friends of his. I had found it terribly exciting. I knew I was safe, and it would never go farther than I wanted with him around. He of course knew how much I enjoyed it, and before leaving for work, suggested I tease Charles a little bit. I squirmed in the sheets just thinking about it.



A half hour after Brian left, I got out of bed and wandered into the living room, still wearing only my nightshirt. Instead of going straight to the bathroom, I made my way to the kitchen. Charles was there, already dressed. Without taking his eyes off me, he offered to get me a cup of coffee. I told him I could get it myself. With my back to him, I stretched up to the second shelf for a mug. I checked when I got to the bathroom, the bottoms of my butt cheeks peeked out when I stretched that far.



With my back still to him, I filled my cup. Casually I turned to face him, holding the warm cup in both hands, I told him I was going to go and shower. The look in his eyes was beginning to make my smallish cock stiff. This made my hips squirm a little which let the shirt slide off one of my shoulders. I hadn’t planned this and wound up showing more than I planned to. I thought he might jump up and take me right there in the kitchen, but he didn’t. He simply smiled, letting his eyes wander up and down my almost exposed body. I bit my lower lip and wandered into the living room before a bump appeared under the shirt.



That is how it began. As time passed, I became almost comfortable exposing myself to Charles and my teasing became more and more blatant. At the same time, Charles began to openly flirt with me, sometimes right in front of Brian. Living in that home turned out to be the most exciting time of my life.

I heard the revs… “mmmmm, I like a man on a bike”… I felt a quiver of lust.



It had been so long since we had played. And our last play ended so badly… all those emotions, such chaos.. (Some things are not your concern, my darling young man, how I felt for you.) You were worried so, for all the others. It is not your concern, not for you to worry about. I am your Domme.



All you have to do, is be here for me. You, are here for my pleasure, and your pleasure, is gained from my sighs and my smile. And you do make me smile.



I had planned what I wanted to do with you… I would be dressed in a skin tight black full body suit, zipper at my crotch. My corset, pulled tight, my hour-glass figure shown to its best, my waist and butt, framed to perfection. Long legs, finished with a set of mean stilettos.



My night was planned: you would be naked, on your knees, head bowed. As I walked around you, my 5 inch heels clicking a tattoo on the dungeon floor, my crop, tapping on my thigh, I would watched your breathing, as I pondered over your bent body, admiring your thighs, your strong back. Smiling at the unique quirks that make your body unique…. Knowing that for the next few hours , you were mine.



I’d start the night with a light flogging, just to get your attention to the task at hand. Facing the pole, tied with rope, not tight, not too loose. A light bit of bondage, to remind you who was really in charge. The floggers giving a thud thud thud on your back, I watch, as you start to relax into the rhythm. Then I give a few sharp shots with a leather slapper, as I long to hear you gasp in pain.



I want to take us both on a journey around your body. So I place pegs on your nipples, and flick them with my finger, and watch your face closely… I see you stiffen the muscles slightly around your mouth. I am pleased.



I trace a line with the hard edge of the crop, around your nipple, then down your belly, down to your thighs, I deliberately avoid your penis, which I notice has a bead of pre-cum glistening. I flick the crop on your testicles, and you pull back in pain. But your penis … tells a different story, and it raises in appreciation.



I press my body onto yours. I feel your heat, I smell your scent. My hands reach around and caress your chest, I gently remove, the pegs from your nipples, one… gasp….two… gasp, I swing around, and suck your nipples whilst they are red and engorged. Right now, I no longer care how you feel, I am a vampire for your body.



Now I want you on the floor. The pole behind you. Kneeling before me. I take the cord I have sorted, and I run it through my hands.



I tie your testicles, an elaborate tie, that I find I get myself involved with. I want it just so, even, each testicle isolated, nice and tidy, and I tie a little bow, that pleases me.



Then I take another cord, and tie a loop around your penis, and testicles, and take the cord behind you and pass it around the pole behind you. I bring the cord back between your legs, and hold it tight in my hand.



I like the feel of the power I have in my hand.



I resist the urge to pull… not yet, I giggle to myself.



I run my hands down my body and feel my heat, I slowly open the zip between my legs, exposing my cunt. I touch the wetness.



I move forward and force your mouth onto my cunt. You lick me gently, then with increasing intensity as you smell my lust.



I move back, away from your tongue. You give a little whimper, and crawl towards me. I tighten the grip on the cord in my hand, and pull.



You cry out in pain, and I offer you my cunt again, you suck greedily.



I pull on the cord again, but this time I keep it tight, as you increase the pleasuring on my vagina. As you pull towards me the cord pulls tighter and tighter on your testicles.



I direct you to my clit, and with my right hand, I flick the crop along your body. Hitting you at that sweet spot between your bottom and your thigh.



I’m panting now, and you lick and suck as I crop you faster, pulling harder on the cord on your testicles. I close my eyes and start to drift in pleasure.



I want to cum.



But I want your cock inside me. I let go my grip, and order you on the floor on your back, your penis is how I like it. Hard.



I mount you, gently, and adjust your cock in my cunt. And I start fucking you, slowly, feeling your length, feeling your breadth, deeply I lower myself onto you, using you, enjoying you.



I remember the cord in my hand attached to your testicles, and pull slightly, increasing your pain, but swelling your cock, I increase my pace.



I look in your eyes, I see your pleasure, I see your pain, I see you yearning to be of service to me and I am pleased.



As I cum, I release so much, so much tension, so many thoughts, all come together at this one moment. And I fall on top of you… sighing, quivering, breathing heavy, with a giggling laughter, gathering deeply and uncontrollably.



I am pleased with you.



I release you from the cord. And caress your testicles, running my hand along your penis. And up along your body.



And I kiss you.



I would like you to stay, and serve me cognac, and chocolates… but that will be for another day.



I order you to put on your clothes and leave.



You have pleased your Mistress today.

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