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Michael was the type of guy you could see at any college, in any class, no matter where you were in the country. Average height, toned, and the type of guy who could go out to a bar and get laid whenever he felt up to the task. However, Michael never enjoyed the typical activities that most of his friends did when it came to girls their age. He was the type of college guy who fantasized about older women. While that isn’t completely out of the ordinary, Michael’s goal before he left college was to have sex with a woman at least ten years older than him, giving himself bonus points if it was a professor.



What set Michael apart from his friends that had similar fantasies was that he actually went out and pursued them by doing some harmless shadowing of the places that the professors and assistants would go out to enjoy drinks together, learning that many of them were just like his friends and him, except older. He certainly found some of his female professors to be attractive, but none of them could hold a candle to the one woman he found to be the most attractive of them all.



His aunt, Christie.



Christie Turner was his aunt, though the world only called her by her first name. A few years prior to him going to college, his aunt was discovered by a talent agency based out of London, England, and suggested that she meet with them for the possibility of doing a photo shoot. At the time, Christie was already 27 years old, the younger sister of Michael’s mother. However, she was a knockout, and she knew it. Michael’s mother had always been jealous of Christie, knowing that she had gotten the bigger end of the stick when it came to looks, though Christie worked hard on it. She was a true platinum blonde as well, which was a part of the allure for the talent agency to recruit her. Before she knew it, she was being flown across the ocean to meet up with the agents that knew she would be a star. What they didn’t expect, however, was just how quickly she would rise to fame…and how popular she would become.



Michael’s aunt was now 33 years old, and she was just as incredible of a knockout as she was when she first started. She held off for a few years before showing off the goods in an exclusive spread for the UK’s top adult magazine, though she limited it to just a topless spread. Since then, she would climb to the top of web searches around the world. Everyone wanted to find pictures, search for gossip on her, and go to her exclusive site where she would chat with anyone and give little shows here and there. The offers never stop coming in for her to do a hardcore shoot, though while never fully shooting the idea down, it never interested her to begin with. She enjoyed her private life far too much, though she had never settled down due to her desire to want just a normal man and not a celebrity, usually leading her to many lonely nights in her penthouse suite.



Christie, however, also had a bit of a problem in the fact that she never kept up with family, though her only direct relative alive was Michael’s mother, and they never talked. Christie had been driven away from her due to jealousy, which meant that Michael never got to see Christie at all, though she would write letters to him when she was doing photo shoots. She didn’t really miss her sister, as she would discover in the passing months. It was the fact that she never got to see her nephew growing up through his teenage years. She knew full well that he always liked her when he was younger, so she made it a point to clear her schedule around Christmas time and sent him a first class ticket to come and visit her.



Michael’s reaction was nothing short of pure joy when he received that envelope and letter containing the ticket from his famous aunt. He had managed to hide it from his friends that he was related to her, knowing it would be strange since two of his roommates had full sized posters of her on their walls. He had made no plans to go back home to see his mother at all, considering that she had cut him off from all support since he had changed his major from Business Management to his original choice, Photography. She never agreed with his passion for such a thing, which stemmed from her jealousy of Christie. Michael, while he was hurting for money, had never once considered asking his Aunt for money. With the receiving of the ticket, he was just happy that he was going to get to see his Aunt for the first time since he was 14. Back then, he was a scrawny kid who hated his existence. Now, at the age of 20, he was a well toned, muscular, handsome young man.



The plane landed at New York’s JFK International Airport just before midnight local time. Michael was sleep deprived, having had to deal with an unexpected layover in Dallas on his way out to see Christie. Going to school in a smaller city meant having to take a regional jet to a larger airport before getting on the direct flight that he needed. Even with the layover, the flight was enjoyable being in first class. It was the first time he had ever enjoyed the front section of the plane, having a couple of drinks and enjoying what was probably the best airplane food he had ever eaten. Eventually, he found himself at the baggage claim, trying to find the ragged tote bag that he used for his clothes. Being a poor college kid was horrible, he always thought to himself. He wanted the finer things in life. He wanted to know what it was like to drive sportscars, have the nicest clothes in the room, and have access to the finest things he could enjoy. At least with this trip, he was getting a little taste of it. Christie had told him that a limo would be waiting for him in her last email to him, and she didn’t disappoint him. A full stretch limo was outside with the name “Michael – from Christie” on a sign being held by an older gentleman. All it took was a mention of his name and his bag was in the trunk. The inside of the limo was incredible, though he would not have much of a chance to enjoy it as the ride from the airport to her penthouse was just ten minutes away, even with the late night traffic in the city that never sleeps. Once he was out of the limo, he looked up at the towering building that he stood under. The driver told him that his aunt lived on the very top floor and that she was expecting him.



“I had better not disappoint her by keeping her any longer. Thank you for the ride from the airport, sir.” Michael spoke with a tone that most people in New York probably had long forgotten, the driver thought to himself as he pulled away.



Michael walked inside the entrance to the front desk. He found it a bit strange that he needed to show identification just to get access to a room in the luxury building, but the main reason was that he needed a keycard for the specific elevator he had to use. Christie’s penthouse was so exclusive that her elevator was her front door, one of which went straight to the top and opened up directly into her gigantic penthouse. With his bag in one hand and the keycard in the other, he walked down the private hallway to the elevator that had the sign above it labeled “Invited guests or staff only”, swiping the card and watching the doors fly open quickly. The ride up the forty floors wasn’t a very long one, although his mind was not sure as to how he would react upon seeing his now famous aunt, the same aunt whom he secretly masturbated to with her first topless photo shoot.



“Michael!”



The sound of the voice was surprisingly familiar the moment he had stepped out of the elevator into the ridiculously furnished and decorated penthouse. His aunt came running across from the far windows, practically tackling him with a hug. Michael’s perverted mind was watching her run, but mainly watching her large breasts bounce in her choice of attire, which was very casual, to say the least. Christie hadn’t expected him so late and had gone for a run on her treadmill while waiting for him. She was wearing a dark green sports bra and black spandex shorts that hugged her ass tightly. Christie was a few inches shorter than Michael, still sporting the short, platinum blonde haircut that had made her famous, not dropping far below her jawline. Her toned body had a very light tan to it, just enough to give a sensual complexion. Her 36DD breasts, the assets that truly got her famous, were being held back by that sports bra, though it seemed to be struggling. She pulled away from him to check out her nephew, who had grown into a very handsome and attractive young man.



“My god, Michael. You’ve grown up so much! I had never expected to see you like this after the last time I saw you in person. You were so…scrawny!”



Michael laughed as he put his bag down, trying desperately not to look at his aunt’s gorgeous body and act as though he was interested in anything else. Of course, having the penthouse to admire certainly took his mind off of his aunt’s body, though he was also being pulled back to her since she was giving him so much praise.



“Thanks, Aunt Christie…yeah, I kind of sprouted when I hit Junior year in high school. You really haven’t changed much, though, from what I remember.”



He was lying through his teeth on that comment, knowing full well that she had only gotten sexier with age. Her body was that of a goddess, thinking back to the several private sessions he had in her chat room, asking her to do various things to help him get off. She had no clue it was him, as it was his dirty little secret.



“Aww you’re so sweet, Michael! Here, let’s get your things into one of the guest rooms!”



Before he could even object, his aunt was carrying his bag down the long hallway, taking a left turn down another hall. How big could the place be? His own thoughts were swirling in his mind as he followed her, his eyes virtually being drawn like a magnet to her shapely ass, which was bouncing as she walked fast down the hallway, taking a turn into one of the spacious guest rooms. The room was incredible, with a gigantic king sized bed, enough closet space that a small person could live in the walk-in alone, and a private bathroom that was calling his name for a shower.



“Wow…Aunt Christie, I knew you had money….but I never thought it would come close to this.”



Christie laughed and gave a playful slap on her nephew’s ass, actually finding herself pausing just a bit, realizing that he was quite toned in that spot, now curious as to what the rest of him was like. Christie, amazingly enough, had been going through a dry spell of viable sexual partners. It was tough for her to go out into public without being mobbed by fans. The problem, though, was that her fanbase was filled mainly with guys that she would never consider sleeping with. She always praised and adored her fans for being so loyal to her, but when it came to sex, there had to be attraction. Suddenly, the nephew she hadn’t seen in over six years was looking pretty good, though she tried to erase the thought from her head as soon as it entered it.



“Well, Michael, when you do the work that I do for a living, people tend to pay big money to see the goods, especially when you’re as popular as I am online. You know this, right?”



Michael nodded, looking into the bathroom before glancing back at her.



“Yeah, I know how famous you are. Two of my roommates each have a poster of you that is over six feet tall. One of your ‘special’ photo shoots for your life sized posters.”



Christie knew she was popular amongst the college guys, considering that most of her clientele on her website were guys aged 20-25. However, not a single one of them who sent in pictures were even moderately attractive, so it was good to hear that his friends at least adored her.



“And what about you? Anything like that of your dear aunt, Michael?”



She was obviously teasing him, giving a playful poke at his side before slowly turning around to head out of the guest room. Michael would follow close behind her.



“I was thinking about grabbing a shower since I’ve flown halfway across the country and probably need to freshen up.”



Christie nodded to her nephew, glancing back at him.



“Don’t keep me waiting too long, nephew. We have some catching up to do!”



Her words rolled off of her tongue so seductively, even if she wasn’t trying. He figured it would be best to get the shower out of the way, preferably a cold shower to get these thoughts out of his head, though he was starting to believe that was impossible after seeing her in that attire.



His shower was relatively quick, making sure to hit all of the major areas on his body, scrubbing himself to rid his body of the odors and filth of airports. He kept himself in great shape, his six pack abs weren’t ridiculously ripped but enough to know that he kept a strong workout ethic. Of course, most girls were interested in what was underneath his clothing besides his shirt, though only a few had ever seen his member, let alone enjoyed it further than that. He was quite hung, though in high school, the three girls that he had hooked up with before graduating would not do anything more than just handjobs and missionary positions. One attempted a blow job with him, but couldn’t handle more than half of it before gagging. Now a college guy, he had found girls were more experienced, but still lacking in certain areas of expertise when it came to sex.



Yet, here he was, in the shower of his aunt’s penthouse, wondering what it would be like to fuck his supermodel aunt. His eyes closed as he pictured himself sucking on those large, firm tits of hers while she rode him hard, crying out in pleasure while his hands slapped her firm, round ass. His cock was getting hard at the very thought of it, now making it obvious he either had to turn the water to ice cold, get himself off in the shower….or do something that he could possibly regret by making a move on his aunt.



Christie, meanwhile, was actually wondering if she could do the same thing. It had been over a month since the topless model had enjoyed the pleasure of a man, and even that was nothing to brag about, having settled on a guy that was willing to pay for drinks, bringing him back to her penthouse to let him have his way. She had hoped he would back up his big talk but, alas, he did not last very long with her. Still, could she break this small cold streak with her own nephew? She was trying to justify it in her mind, thinking that she wouldn’t have even known it was him unless he brought it up. She cursed his mother…her sister…for splitting them up several years ago. It was not fair for her to keep her out of his life. Perhaps…she was seeing this as an opportunity to get back at her sister? Could she justify having sex with her nephew as a means of revenge? Perhaps she could…especially if her nephew was as attractive as he was, not to mention if he was packing some heat in his pants.



Michael stepped out of the shower and dried himself off, walking into the bedroom that was his for the duration of his visit to find some clean clothes. Deciding to keep it casual like his aunt had chosen to do, he opted for a simple black tank top and shorts with boxers. Stepping out of the bedroom and making his way down the hallway, the mussy haired college guy saw his aunt sitting in one of the love seats, laying across it, her body shown off so incredibly well that he was now wishing he had opted to pleasure himself in the shower instead of just dealing with it. Christie, as well, was wondering now if her thoughts were pushing her to make some type of move on him.



“So, I have to ask….how long have you been at this place? It’s absolutely amazing, especially with the view out the picture windows over here.”



Christie watched him walk across the room to the one side of the penthouse that was covered in windows that were tinted completely dark on the outside to give her privacy. She had found that sometimes peeping toms from some of the high-rises across the way would try to get a view of her, so she paid the extra money to tint the windows to their maximum darkness.



“I’ve been here just under two years, now. The agency paid the down payment on it just after I did one of my big spreads. It’s pricey, but I can afford it. The entire top floor is mine, if you haven’t figured that out yet.”



She let out a playful little giggle as she saw his face upon being told that the entire floor was hers. It blew him away, but he eventually shook the look of shock off of his face as he kept admiring the view out the window before turning back towards her, walking into the spacious living room.



“Modeling and posing doesn’t exactly leave much time for you to go out and find a significant other, does it?”



Christie thought he might have been having the same lewd thoughts that she had, and a comment like that certainly made her believe more than ever that it was the truth. Deciding to poke a little bit at her nephew, she answered him in her own way.



“Well, if you’re asking do I get the chance to have a sex life, I certainly find a way for that. I’m a supermodel after all. I can pretty much fuck whoever I want, so long as I think they can handle it.”



She winked at him and then stuck her tongue out playfully at him, sending mixed signals to Michael. What kind of a response was that? Talk about a sex life, wink, then do something like stick your tongue out?



“Maybe not just about a sex life, but an actual relationships? I know that sex is important and plenty fun….”



“God, is it fun! I just don’t get the chance to do it much, though. Photo shoots take so much time that, by the time they’re done, all I have the energy to do at the end of the day is sit in a hot tub and take care of my own needs by myself.”



She was doing it on purpose, and she was enjoying every last second of it. She literally watched him squirm in the huge sofa, wondering what was going through his head as she said such explicit things to him. The reactions he was giving certainly showed that of a horny young guy who needed some attention.



“I know it’s fun…just haven’t found many that I’m interested in too much at school, Aunt Christie.”



“A handsome hunk like you can’t get laid at college!?! I find that hard to believe, Michael. You must be really picky…”



“Yeah…I tend to look for ones that are older than me, usually.”



Christie’s did everything she could to hide the reaction she had to that response. So she was right! Her nephew loved older women, and his reaction was practically saying that he wanted to fuck her in her own penthouse! Christie now wanted to know what her nephew could offer her, and it was time to turn this into overdrive. She sat up a bit in the love seat, looking over at him.



“Older women? How much older do you look for, Michael?”



Michael laid down on the couch, stretching, actually closing his eyes as he was a bit worn out, though his mind was not helping his cause.



“Ten, sometimes fifteen years older than me. I have a bit of a crush on one of my professors….she is gorgeous. Though, she isn’t the only one.”



“Oh? Tell me about this professor of yours.”



Christie sat up, realizing that he had closed his eyes. It offered her the chance to tease herself if the story got good.



“Well…she’s pretty tall, though not as tall as you. Brunette, small but gorgeous lips, a curvy body with an incredible ass…big breasts, but nothing like what yo….”



He cut himself off at that point, though he didn’t open his eyes.



“Like me? Michael…have you been doing a little checking up on me and comparing other women to what I have?”



Michael’s eyes flew open and glanced over at her. Christie was sitting up as if she was very eager. The look in her eye was one of seduction and lust, and it dawned on Michael that she may very well be teasing him…or getting herself turned on.



“I’ve been to your site. It’s tough not to go, considering that even though you are my aunt, you have such an incredible body.”

***Just to clarify this is a made up story, all characters are over the age of 18 and are fictional, please leave comments at the bottom otherwise I would not know where to improve. This story was painstakingly edited by RexBrookdale***



There Melanie sat, her head in her hands as she desperately tried to work out what she should do, flee or her follow her morals. How the hell did she get into this position? Well it is down to two 19 year old men, Dan and Jimmy and their devious minds. Since neither of them were blessed in the looks department they had trouble with the ladies, first at school then later when both of them sat jobless at home.



To say that both of them were bastards is probably being too kind to them. Dan tall, pale, spotty and had the most intense eyes ever seen outside of the reptile family. Jimmy on the other hand was shorter, and was average in pretty much every single way, save for his rather unsightly pot belly. Lacking in funds he wore hand-me-downs from his skinner taller brother, his hair was cut by his alcoholic mother he was lucky to have his ears still in tact, though his hair was dirty blonde he had a bright ginger beard in short he looked ridiculous, perfect fodder for bullies.



So they both became crafty in their ways to get close to woman way out of their league.



Quickly they realised that they could achieve accidental gropes in public areas. The busy crowds on the trains gave perfect opportunity for a pinch of an ass or a touch of a breast only to feign clumsiness. When people have two choices yet they see only one available is when they are most susceptible to be manipulated. This is the setup Dan and Jimmy strove to achieve.



Their minds worked overtime to find a good enough plan, not just to get laid but to get an attractive woman at the same time. The woman of choice in their mind, a shop owner that Dan had come across first and since that day he had been back every day since to look at her and start pointless conversations with.



The shop owner in question was Melanie: a fashion graduate and a rich daddy’s girl meant that she had the perfect grounding to open her own ladies’ fashion shop in a busy city.



Unlike some who design clothes Melanie was neither ugly nor plastic: thanks to her mother she had natural beauty. She had bright blonde hair, and big brown eyes that added to her beauty, sizeable breasts, and a soft curve to her buttocks. Like many in the fashion industry she was very eco-conscience, wanting no carbon footprint and organic clothes, all in all she just a very nice girl.



Melanie had never dreamed that Dan who came into her shop asking about clothes for his girlfriend was in fact just lusting after her body, whilst she explained the process of organic cotton. As she talked, Dan’s mind wandered; he fantasized about bending her over the counter and pounding her from behind.



Getting Jimmy to agree to the target took little work after seeing her run to her shop in time to open it. Her bouncing breasts took Jimmy’s breath away as he too had constant dreams in which he had her at his beck and call.



Their moment of genius came to them one day while watching a comedy for the umpteenth time; one they had seen several times as youngsters. They would never have dreamed of its impact on their lives. The particular scene that caught their attention was when the bumbling detective was accusing a funeral procession of hiding hidden treasure when in fact it was a funeral and as usual he was confused. It was up to the detective’s assistant to get him out of trouble which he duly did by pretending that his superior was insane and thus had no control over his actions.



A touch offensive, maybe, but very effective. If it could work on film why not in real life? Jimmy was the first to think about using this for their sex con game: find the right situation and make it look authentic. Hell they have hidden camera shows all the time, he reasoned. He told his plan to Dan, and after intense scrutiny they felt they could use it. The question of morality, of tricking a gullible woman, quickly flew out the window at the chance for a fuck.



Jimmy’s plan was simple: one of them would enter the shop on a quiet day near closing time, then the other would call the store to ‘warn’ Melanie there was a mentally unstable man in her shop and it was her duty to keep him there until the cops could arrive to take him away. She would be told to do whatever it took to make sure he didn’t leave. And that ‘whatever’ was the most attractive bit of the plan.



Jimmy had at first thought their plan was water tight: what could go wrong? But he realized there was indeed a lot of risk involved. He could see how fine the line was, between total success and complete failure. but if everything could slot into place then the rewards would be sky high for him.



Out of the two of them Dan was the unlucky one, he had been visiting her in the shop several times just to see her face yet this was his downfall. Melanie would recognize him, and though she was naïve, even she would not have bought it. So Dan reluctantly agreed that he would have to forego this encounter. Thus it fell to Jimmy, who’d barely spoken to a woman without his knees giving way, to try and trick a woman into fucking him.



Jimmy was ready made for the part. He was fitted up to look like he had walked in from off the street: clothes that hadn’t fit him five years ago, and shoes like flippers. His only flaw was his acting. Despite rehearsals, Jimmy constantly choked, fluffed his lines while blushing deeply. Dan was exasperated. Melanie would more than likely laugh rather than be intimidated.



They had targeted a day already, a national holiday, on which there was to be a parade through the city. In her infinite wisdom she’d decided to open up for the day. She would be lucky to get even a single customer come in to browse let alone buy anything, and as such it was the best day for a con to happen.



The day came racing around, and soon it was upon them. Early that morning, they met up outside of Dan’s house. Jimmy sported a faded star wars shirt, his belly poking out underneath, jeans rolled up at the bottom and fastened around his hips with a tired belt. His sneakers had tape wrapped around the soles to keep them from falling apart. The only thing of worth was the video recorder hanging around his neck, which he had borrowed to record the occasion for viewing at a later date.



It was 11 am; the parade was in full swing. The happy crowds ignored the tramp and the sinister-looking sidekick as they walked and whispered urgently to one another. Jimmy was starting to get nervous. Sweat formed on his brow, his feet felt heavier with each passing step. Not only was he worried about his acting ability, but on a rather more serious issue even than that: he had serious misgivings about his ability to perform sexually.



But it was too late to turn back; their plan was in motion and the momentum carried Jimmy and Dan closer and closer. They walked up the hill toward the shop. At the top of the street, Dan wheeled away into the local library, phone in hand, whispering urgently to his friend and keeping up his spirits. Thus fortified, Jimmy kept on walking and all too soon found himself standing right outside the shop. He peered in. As predicted, the shop was completely empty. and the street empty too, the shop not being on the parade route. Swallowing hard, he stepped up and pushed forward on the door causing the bells above to jingle loudly.



Having watched several ‘psycho’ films, Jimmy copied the common stance, head down, hands together, fiddling his thumbs and shuffling his feet. He was greeted by a smiling Melanie. Her pale yellow blouse strained around her pouting breasts, and her floral skirt swayed as she bounced toward him.



“Welcome to my store, how can I help you?” her voice sang out. “I have gifts here for girlfriends, mothers, and sisters. Fashionable, eco-friendly, and reasonable prices, what more can you want?” She trilled out her well-practiced litany.



Jimmy slouched inside. He lifted his head to meet her gaze her warm brown eyes met with his squinted ones, glancing shiftily around. Acting the part, he wandered listlessly through the large space filled with racks of clothes. Knicknacks and other chick pleasing stuff rested on shelves and inside glass counters. He saw that the changing rooms were at the back, not for the first time Jimmy’s voice failed him. Melanie’s stare became more quizzical, she experienced a customer like him before.



“Sir, are you sure there is nothing I can do for you? I don’t want to pressure you, if you need me just give a shout.” With that she left Jimmy alone in the front of the shop. Jimmy badly needed this to help himself regain his composure for the coming con.



Several minutes later and Melanie came out of the backroom with the intent to remove Jimmy from her shop, his presence was making her uneasy. Her movement however was stopped short with the shrill noise of the shop phone. Jimmy knew that at this moment he could walk away quickly and quietly without causing a disturbance but his feet were stuck to the floor.



“Hello this is Melanie of…’



“Yes, I know who you are, listen this is urgent. My name is Dr. Korney of Bells Asylum we had a major breakout of patients today and I’m calling to let you know. Wait let me finish, many of them are harmless however I am faxing you over pictures and names of the most dangerous one. If you have any information on any of them it would be appreciated. My number is on the fax.”



The line went silent as the fax machine started whirring letting her know that the phone call was indeed genuine. She ripped the printed sheet turning it over to be greeted by Jimmy’s face starting blankly at her. If she wasn’t so scared she would have fainted. Searching for the number she picked up the phone, dialling frantically wanting this ordeal over.



“He’s in my shop… oh God, he’s in my shop. What do I do?”



“Calm down, is this Melanie?”



“Yes, he came in about ten minutes ago and hasn’t spoken. No he hasn’t left yet. What should I do?”



“Right, take a deep breath. I have informed the police they should be there shortly. It is critical that you don’t let him leave the shop. He is a danger to the public.”



“But he’s not a danger to me, is he? I haven’t done anything to him, can’t I just leave him in the shop and I leave?”



“He is not a danger to anyone as long as they don’t refuse him, he can turn violent if someone says no to him. It’s deep-rooted from childhood. Listen, I’ve just been told it will take up to half an hour for the police to get there, they need to get through the parade to you. So keep him in that shop otherwise you will have let loose a manic on society. The city is counting on you, can you be trusted?”



“I will make sure that he stays in this shop, you can count on me.” Her voice became stronger with each word. Dan struggled to control his laughter as he practically signed her body away to Jimmy. He heard her put down the phone.



Melanie took a deep breath and made her way over to Jimmy.



Whilst she was on the phone Jimmy had been pacing the shop wondering where best to put the camera, he finally decided upon the best place. A shelf that overlooked the largest dressing room was just the ticket. If there was going to be fucking, the large bench in the dressing room would make a suitable place. He placed the video camera and set it on motion sensor. Just as he’d finished making sure all was in place and the view captured everything in the room, he turned around and spotted Melanie emerging anxiously out of the rear office.



Meeting her gaze, the nervousness in her wide eyes was plain to see as she walked toward him. She walked slowly, her mind in overdrive trying to work out how to keep him in the store for thirty minutes. Upon reaching him she found she still had no solution. She would have to trust her instincts.



“Do you see anything you like?” The usual singsong voice had faint signs of tremor betraying her confident demeanour. As her confidence ebbed from her body, it seemed to be soaked up by Jimmy, whose stance became more upright and aggressive.



“I like you.” Had he just said that? He could scarcely believe it. What was more, maniacal laughter followed. He couldn’t have hidden the mirth, even if he tried! His head fell back and he let his laughter boom out, echoing around the store.



The effect of the laughter on Melanie as she stared, was instantaneous. Her body froze. She felt petrified inside and lost most of her powers of reason. Her hands began to visibly shake, her eyes darted toward the door measuring the distance. Should she flee? Her legs were rooted to the floor.



The plan required that she’d willing submit; he did not want to force himself physically onto her. Jimmy continued his act, seeming blissfully unaware of her plight. In reality, he watched the biggest part of the whole scheme unfold. Well, maybe truth was better than fiction, he thought. Suddenly he stopped cackling.



“If you want me to go, I will. I don’t mind, with looks like mine I can get any woman I want.” Given the all-too-obvious joke, he still succeeded in maintaining his character. He glared at her, trying to arrange his features into a sort of crazed yet serious, cock-sure expression. As he struggled with his demeanour, he found it difficult to tell which way the few turning cogs in her brain were turning: if negative, of course all was lost. But if her response was a positive reply he would be getting the ride of his life! He waited and glared, fish-eyed, at her. Jimmy found himself wishing he had Dan’s eyes, capable of effortless fish-eyed goggling.



Meanwhile Melanie stood stock still; her strong sense of civic pride battled with her pride. She loved helping out the community, wanting to help less fortunate people than herself. The cogs turned, the balance tipped…. Her mind was made up, the hero inside herself tipped the scales in the end.



“Um… well… that is …” She unconsciously wrung her clasped hands. The hero inside herself sounded a bit un-hero-like, to her. No help at all. Kind of wimpy and hesitant. Why oh why had I not taken those lessons in karate, or self-defence back in college? Her mind whispered. She stopped thinking entirely, and turned to autopilot. “I think that you should possibly stay here, I mean there are loads of items here you haven’t seen. And I do think your staying here would be best for both of us. Yes. Er… Yes!”



And, you know, you do have a certain, something about you, a je ne sais quoi shall we say… Something about you tickles me.” Her confidence started to grow with every passing word. She pasted what she hoped looked to be a winning smile on her face. This was more like it; the courage to be … a hero for her community.



Briskly, she stepped around Jimmy toward the door. He turned and watched her fasten the bolts. Click. Ker-chunk. Done.



She turned to face him once more, hands slowly rising to her blouse, undoing one then two buttons. Soon her blouse was undone, her white bra peeking out to meet Jimmy’s lustful gaze. His breath caught; he gulped … or was that some sort of burp, giddily watching her shrug off the blouse and reach down to undo the knot that held her skirt together. She stood there just in her bra and panties.



Jimmy hadn’t blinked since she’d started to disrobe. His fears about getting his little man rigid were unfounded as it sprung to full attention. He’d at least remembered to brush and gargle, he’d taken extra care washing his dick that morning. He felt sexier.



Melanie was now in her comfort zone. Back at University, she had seduced more men than she could remember, and now she was back there again. She remembered the come hither moves, sway hypnotically as she moved toward him. Her perfume intoxicated his senses, as she came close until all that was in his view was her lovely gorgeous face framed with all of that golden hair….



He held his breath.



Awkwardly, she manoeuvred around his potbelly; after bumping into it, he grunted but just kept staring in wonder, fixated on her sexy loveliness. She stepped a little to the side and leaned forward, craning her neck till her soft, spongy lips pressed against his.



Using all of her powers from her seduction games, she held the kiss, and then he felt her mouth open slightly to take in his bottom lip, biting it gently before releasing him.



She moved back into to kiss him full-on. They kissed for several minutes, their tongues and lips fighting each other for supremacy within each others’ mouth. Jimmy pulled away from her, he had never experienced a woman’s lips before!



But he knew that if he wanted more this was his perfect opportunity. To back up his point his right hand moved to her bra-covered tit, fondling it, feeling the large weighty orb in his hand.



The disgust in her eyes was evident as the Jimmy moved from one breast to the other, his hands enjoying the feel of her silky bra to his hand. “You know what I think? I think that we should move this up a level, I can tell you’re gushing for it. Or I can still leave … but god help the next woman I meet, and the one after that, and even after that. I’ve got a load of lovin’ in these balls waiting for release and you’re gonna miss out.”



He released his hands, snarling to embellish his repudiation of her disgust; and made for the door.



“Oh no you don’t big boy, I want everything you’ve got. I’m gonna make you as exhausted as … as Lady Gaga’s jockstrap!” And there it was, the steely determination in her eyes once more.



The final hurdle between Jimmy and his virginity was finally cleared. He pulled her to him, sucked in his gut and gyrated his hips, pressing his groin against hers. His boner jutted out, straining painfully.



“Ohhh yeahhh….” He kissed her deeply his tongue darting out into her mouth as he groaned in lust.



She moved slightly away, freeing his contact with her groin yet keeping their lips intact.



In his sudden spurt of lustful energy he reached for her bra and tried inexpertly to pull it apart. He couldn’t get the clasp to budge! He pulled on her bra, practically oinking and snorting in frustration. He twisted the resisting cloth and pulled at her bra painfully in his brutish attempts. Finally, with a squeal from his latest fruitless try, her hands jumped to replace his and she undid her clasp for him.



Unleashed from their confines her breasts stood proudly on top of her chest, her little nipples capped each great orb. His hand moved to her now bare boob, the flesh overflowed around his outstretched hand. He raised his other hand to join cupping the tit, feeling the warmth pass to his own hand. Opening his mouth he took in her nipple, sucking hard on it feeling the nub swell under his assault, his other hand continued to knead her other breast.



When his mouth dropped to her nipple, his tongue darting out to swirl around her areola, he felt his blood rush to his cock, and began to go with his instincts.



Melanie started to feel lightheaded, she looked out onto the street as the thought of someone walking by made her blush. Jimmy, completely lost in her boobs and skin and tongue and his own throbbing meat, could care less how he looked to the outside world. His main priority was keeping himself from exploding in his pants.



She pushed his groping hands and outstretched tongue away and, taking his hand, in she lead him straight to the largest dressing room.



Once he’d stepped inside, she pushed him down onto the bench and kneeled in front of him. Her hands dropped to his crotch. Popping open his flies she took the top of his jeans and leaned down to pulled them off. As usual he was going commando; his cock popped out hitting her in her face.



Melanie had never liked giving head but the hero inside her told her she had no choice in the matter now, so begrudgingly she opened her mouth. Her lips moved to suck his cock, gently, her tongue laving the top of his mushroom head as she slowly guided him into her warm cavern. Before she could take further control, Jimmy thrust his whole shaft deep into her; and she gagged and spluttered in surprise and protest.

The second chapter of the exploits of our dear wandering warrior takes him towards the Kingdom of Ereschel, but getting inside the walls of the Elven Country proves to be far more difficult than he imagined and he must re-think his process…and gets help from an unexpected place. Please go to my profile to view the characters involved in the story! Enjoy Chapter Two!



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Alex brought Thor from the fast gallop he had been riding him at to a slow trot once the forest thickened, meaning that he was most likely entering the land of the Wood Elves. Ereschel was a kingdom that required the utmost focus, for showing any type of hostility as another race would almost certainly be met with mystery arrows flying at you. The only thing going for him was the fact that he was alone. The stories that were spread throughout Ki-Rynn about this area were that you were safe if you were alone. It meant that you were usually just a lost traveler. While Ereschel was shut off to all races, it did not mean that the people were hostile.



While Wood Elves and Humans got along in diplomatic affairs and could even be seen living amongst each other, this was not the case in Ereschel. No one truly knew the reason why Ereschel banned practically everyone that was not a Wood Elf, but the rumors had been passed around, from as little as a personal grudge between royal families all the way up to Dark Elves, Humans, and Drow, breaking in and stealing valuable treasures. For whatever the reason, Ereschel was impossible to get into without a damned good reason.



Still, even the confident Alexander was a little nervous about what he was doing. He was traveling there on a random whim, simply because he had been handed a trinket. It could have been an elaborate prank being played on him, but his gut told him that this was legitimate. He was a bit paranoid that he was being watched as he neared the kingdom walls that had just come into visual range, but still a little ways off. Glances into the thick trees would show quick movements. Alex calmed himself and maintained his slow pace, even though it would take just a little longer to get to his destination.



After another hour or so, Alex had come within view of the guards that stood outside of the great gates of Ereschel. Almost immediately, the guards in the two towers on either side raised their bows that were armed with deadly arrows, but relaxed when they saw it was a single traveler. There were four guards on foot in front of the gate, with one being the most armored, which meant a higher ranking soldier.



“Car! Car!” Alex heard the words and, having learned basic Elven, knew that he was telling him to halt. Alex stopped and nodded to the guard, who eyed the human briefly.



“Pai o mael aelael os common?” Only the last word stuck out to Alex, and he had to assume that the elf was asking him if he preferred elven or common as the language.



“I only speak common.” The human spoke freely.



The guard nodded and lowered his weapon. “Understood. What brings you to Ereschel, traveler?”



Alex reached into his pocket slowly, knowing he was under watchful eyes, and pulled out the trinket that had been given to him. The guard looked at the trinket and scoffed at it.



“Where did you steal this from, human?”



Alex’s eyes narrowed at the elven soldier, who obviously had a problem with humans. It didn’t surprise him, though, considering that Ereschel attempted to shut out everyone possible.



“I did not steal it. It was given to me by two elves from Ereschel in a town to the west of here.”



The guard refused to believe him and waved him off, tossing the trinket back to him.



“I believe you are lying, human. It would be best if you bypassed our Kingdom altogether before harm comes to you. Move along!”



Alex glanced up at the towers. Two elves had now drawn their bows once again while the two on the ground on either side of the gate were taking more of a defensive position. Alex just laughed at the overly protective elven males.



“And you of Ereschel wonder why other races want nothing to do with you…always looking for a fight.”



While Alex wanted to accommodate them with the fight they sought, it would do little good to him. He would probably take down the main guard before the towers gunned him down with arrows. After all, elves rarely, if ever, missed. Glancing on either side of the gates he noticed that the main path that had lead up to Ereschel split off and wrapped around the city.



“Very well, I will move on.”



The guard nodded and moved back to the gate as Alex rode Thor at a brisk gallop north along the wall, eyeing it up and down for any kind of weaknesses or, perhaps, other routes to get in. It was to little avail, though, as he simply could not find any differences in the wall as he rode towards the corner. The main wall itself was incredibly large. He had to guess that the entire wall itself, not just the section he rode alongside of, was at least a quarter of a mile. It was rare to see such a thing nowadays, even with most castles being protected.



The path that Alex rode along continued north even past the wall of Ereschel, but it went into the heaviest part of the forest. It became very difficult to ride Thor at anything faster than a trot and, with daylight starting to fade out, he figured it would be best to dismount and start to search for shelter. With both sides of the path incredibly thick with vegetation and trees, he was finding that he may very well have to settle for a spot along the path itself. Just as he was beginning to think that it was a good time to stop, he came across a small outpost with a few lanterns lit around it. It was bigger than a small house, but he figured it was better than nothing. The shelter itself did not look like a regular home that someone lived in. It didn’t look to be much more than an outpost, perhaps a place for people to use freely as there were many of those throughout Ki-Rynn, at least in the friendlier areas. Convinced that this was his best option, he tied off Thor to the nearest tree he could find and walked up to the shelter, knocking on the solid oak door a few times. He looked around as he waited just a few moments to make sure no one was actually there.



He was greeted by a door flying open….and a sword directly to his neck. With no time to react, Alex had fallen back onto the grass in front of the shelter, his hand going for his sword but not having a chance as a strong leg pinned his arm down. He would look up into the red eyes of a soldier….a Drow.



“Vel’uss ph’ dos?”



Alex’s look of fear was gone in a matter of moments as he realized that the voice was female. In the dim light, it was tough to see just what this person looked like. All he could see were those glowing red eyes and a faint few features. He had studied their language, however, long ago. Who are you? That’s what she was asking.



“Fridj natha traveler. Usstan hass’l dos nau jivviim!” (Just a traveler. I mean you no harm!)



Those red eyes narrowed and, if Alex had more light to see, had caused this soldier to form a very curious look on her face. She, too, was well educated in the opposite language and knew common, but usually did not speak it as her kind did not appreciate it as a universal language.



“Dos ph’ s’gos ulu travel nindol revis a isto.” (You are brave to travel this road at night.)



Alex’s eyes were starting to adjust to the night and could see her better. While he had come across several Drow in his travels and even fought with a couple of them as comrades, he tended to avoid them. This one, though….she seemed different, and not to mention she was actually attractive…at least with what he could see.



“Usstan doerrus dal Ereschel. Usstan zhahus lorith whol shelter whol l’ isto. Xun dos telanth rivvin?” (I came from Ereschel. I was looking for shelter for the night. Do you speak common?)



The Drow was genuinely impressed with his knowledge of her race’s language and raised her knee off of his arm, standing up and nodding.



“Yes, I do. Arise…and do not make a sudden movement.”



The sword that was pointed at him was large, bulky, but could easily cut him in half if necessary. He was thankful for his time that he spent with the Drow. If he hadn’t, he would surely be dead right now.



“Thank you. My name is Alexander Drake. I am a traveler, as I said, and I am simply looking for shelter for the night. I had no idea that I was this close to Drow territory…”



The Drow female was now acting a little differently. She had never seen a human at all, let alone a human male. She pulled the sword away from him and holstered it on her back.



“If you know my language that well, then you should know that we Drow do not live above ground, except for a select number. This is an outpost set up by my people….and I am Riniel Roloval. Are you…human?”



The question caught him off guard. Most Drow knew quite well what a human looked like, simply because they hated humans. Why was this one acting so differently?



“Yes, I am human. I am aware of your people and their choice of living environment. I once worked alongside a couple of your people. Good men.”



Riniel eyed the red-haired male up and down and found herself strangely drawn to him. She was a bit of an oddity with her people. She hated Drow males. She felt that they were very ugly, bony, and simply not attractive. Other races intrigued her, so long as they were not elven.



“I see. If you assure me that you do not come to this area with ill intentions, I will allow you to step inside of my outpost.”



“I am in debt to you, Riniel.”



As the two moved towards the outpost, Alex realized that this woman may very well be the most attractive Drow he had ever seen. While most Drow women were tall, slender, and had very few appealing features to males of other races, Riniel was quite different. Her skin was still purple, though more vibrant than usual. She had very feminine features to her face, which was very lovely on its own. However, the traveler could not help but admire this female’s incredible bust. She sported one of the largest pairs of breasts he had ever seen, quite honestly, and her choice of armor did very little to hide them as all they did was wrap underneath them and cover up enough to cover her nipples. The bottom half was much of the same deal, with a leather thong being held by two strong straps around her very slender waist. Her thighs were fully exposed, except for two more leather straps, one of which sported a very large hunting blade. Besides the gloves and large shoulder pieces that she wore, the rest of her body was exposed, and it was a beautiful sight to him.



The Drow soldier welcomed him into the shelter as she, too, was checking him out from time to time. She had been taught all of her life to hate the humans, but having never come across one; she never had the chance to truly develop that hatred. To her surprise, she found the human male very attractive. Closing and barricading the door behind him, she led him through a relatively empty building, which made sense when they got to the back of the outpost, finding a staircase that actually went into the ground. He had to remind himself that Drow lived below ground, and even with the shelter, this was nothing new. To his own surprise, he found that her accommodations were quite nice. The underground home was spacious, along with a very large, luxurious bed at the very back.



“Orn’la dos kyon whol…I apologize…would you care for a drink, Alexander?”



He smirked, knowing that it was probably hard for her to switch to common, even if she was fluent in it.



“I would like one very much, yes.”



His eyes trailed up and down her body as he took a seat, admiring the features that she had. She was definitely strong, for she even had somewhat of a six-pack formed on her flat stomach.



“So, tell me Alexander: You mentioned that you were coming from Ereschel, yet you are not a wood elf. If you had mentioned to that to just about any other soldier of my kind, you would have been hauled underground in shackles and not cordially like I have. Why is this?”



Alex, knowing that Drow had their own Gods and Goddesses that they followed, would probably understand the story, but he kept it limited.



“I have been charged with a quest by a Goddess. Part of the quest requires me to get into Ereschel.”



Riniel looked back at the human, actually catching him looking at her body. She did not mind it. After spending six months alone at her outpost, the company was nice, and it was far better to have an attractive male eyeing her up and down.



“A Goddess’ quest, you say? Tell me, which Goddess of yours came down to give this to you? I am a little familiar with your people and their beliefs.”



Alexander waited for her to come over with a glass of mysterious liquid in it, figuring it was a Drow concoction. He sipped the glass and found the taste to be quite enjoyable, laying back against the backrest of the cushy chair that he sat in.



“Celeste, the Goddess of Lust and Beauty in the world is who visited me. She gave me a list of ten women….”



Riniel stopped him, already curious as to what he was explaining.



“The Goddess of Lust and Beauty? Alexander, what would she want you to do?”



“…she wants me to bed each one and leave her mark on them.”



He held up his right palm, showing that his hand had a faint image of Celeste’s mark. Riniel had actually seen the mark before and nodded.



“I know of that mark. I have seen it when I am on my late night patrol, though I have never actually met a worshipper. You are actually the first human I have ever come in contact with.”



Now it made sense. Drow were never this friendly. Even if he had proven to be educated and knew of their language, a normal soldier would have still taken him into custody, as she made a mention of earlier. It was plain, dumb luck that she was the soldier standing guard.



“I see. I pray that you have not let the stories of hatred between our kinds pervert your own thoughts?”



Riniel gave a very slight smile and shook her head as she sipped on her own glass.



“On the contrary. I know of the stories quite well, but I have never been involved in one. You see, I am quite young for my race. I must say, Alexander, if all humans were as attractive as you were, I would have to tell my people to stop fighting and create a treaty just to mate with your kind.”



Alex gave a hearty laugh. That was as good of a compliment as he had ever received from a Drow. The agreement he had between his old Drow comrades and himself was a shaky one at best. However, if he didn’t know any better, this busty female Drow had just made a pass at him. On top of that, he was starting to have a warm feeling come over him. It was certainly not the small fire that burned in the room that they were in.



“I am quite flattered by your words, Riniel. If I may say much of the same thing in return, you are very beautiful and attractive yourself.”



Riniel grinned and finished her drink just as Alex did the same. The grin was one of seduction as she slowly stood up from her chair and walked across. Alex was feeling a little strange, though in a good way as he watched her walk across to him.



“I am glad you said that before the drink kicked in. You see, that drink that you and I both consumed is called Ssinssrigg Lu’vith…”



“…Lust and sex.”



He finished her sentence before she could, which made her grin even further. The Drow female had not had sex in close to a year, and she was going to take zero chance of that continuing with such a handsome male in her private quarters.



“You say you need to get into Ereschel? I can help with that….but I wanted to make sure I got something out of it as well.”



Riniel had now straddled his lap, getting comfortable as her legs were on either side of his, looking down at the red-haired male while her hands slowly ran up his body, feeling his toned chest. One hand eventually slipped down his body and grabbed his growing cock through the black material of his trousers. She liked what she felt, finding quite a large bulge, and it seemed to still be growing.



“Tell me….have you ever wanted to enjoy the company of a Drow?”



Alex’s head was starting to spin as the drink took its effect. He wondered if he was going to pass out before anything even started, but right before he answered, he found his head completely clear….and he was very, very horny.



“Not until I came across you, Riniel…do you want me to fuck you?”



Fuck…or Vith, as it was known in her language. It was such a crude word, though she knew of it in his language. She knew its meaning and, for the first time, actually understood it and wanted it done.



“Yes…usstan ssinssrin dos ulu vith uns’aa ‘zil dubo ‘zil dos shlu’ta, Alexander.” (I want you to fuck me as hard as you can.)



With his newfound clarity, his hands reached up and undid the clasps that held the small breastguards that she wore, letting her large mounds into full view. The Drow moaned softly as she felt the man’s strong hands cup her breasts and squeeze them, eventually watching him lean forward and suck on them. Her nipples were a darker shade of purple, with large areolas and sensitive nipples. His tongue teased and licked at them as she moaned out in pleasure. One of her hands was wrapped around his neck while the other was fishing out his cock, finally undoing his trousers and opening them up enough to pull it out. She let her hand very slowly go from the base to the tip, her eyes widening at how long it was.



“ol orn’la kluth dos zhahen velkresa folbol ves izznarg dal uns’aa.” (It would seem you were hiding something very large from me.)



It was a bit strange to have her speaking so seductively to him in her own language, but it turned him on even further. Indeed, he was hiding a long, thick cock in his pants from her.



“Izznarg lu’ ves halt, ussta ssin’urn Ilythiiri” (Large and very thick, my sexy Drow.)



His teeth lightly clenched one of her nipples, causing a shudder to go throughout her body as she moaned out. She pulled him away from her breasts and kissed him deeply on his lips, her tongue sliding into her mouth as the concoction she poured for both of them was now coursing throughout their bodies fully. He was rock hard, throbbing against her body and she was very hot and wet. The mere thought of how taboo this was for her to be seducing a human only drove her further into a lust-filled craze.



She would slide very slowly down his body, dismounting from his lap until she was on her knees in front of him, spreading his legs apart so she could slip in between them. Quickly, she yanked his trousers off of his body while he pulled off the rest, revealing his toned body to her. She found him far more attractive than any Drow male she had come into contact with, and she was going to make the most of the moment. She leaned forward between his legs and engulfed his long cock, bobbing her head up and down on the thick member almost immediately. Going slow was not fun to her. She wanted it fast, hard, and rough, and it seemed that the Human didn’t mind that at all.



“Ohhhhhh….Riniel….shlu’ta dos satiir lu’oh dubo Usstan tlun whol dos?” (Can you feel how hard I am for you?)



She would nod to him briefly with his cock still in her mouth before resuming her torrid pace, jerking his cock roughly as she sucked on it, bobbing up and down while her grayish-silver hair bounced around. His hands grabbed the back of her head, pumping her head downwards harder as she groaned on his cock, gagging on it a bit but not stopping her wet, sloppy blowjob. Her free hand would trade off between playing with her own breasts and fingering herself, eventually unclasping the thong piece that she wore to have easier access. The busty Drow was in pure heaven sucking on his cock, finding it to be everything she wanted and then some. She would pop his cock out of her mouth, licking at the head of it teasingly as she looked up at him with those deep red eyes.

My name is Helen Crusoe , I am fifty six years old, I am five foot six and have light blond hair and I keep it cut fairly short, for convenience reasons, Plus people say it makes me look younger.



I have a good body for my age, I think anyway. My thirty eight d’s are still firm and ripe and do not hang down at all so far anyway. My small pink nipples are still cute and get very taught when I am aroused. I still keep my pussy shaved because that was the way my husband always loved it.



Richard my husband of twenty years died sixteen mouths ago. I went thru a long grieving process, still don’t know if I am over it, I miss my husband still muchly. Richard was truly the love of my life.



I was devastated when I found out that he was killed in an auto crash, My lord it wasn’t even his fault.



He was hit head on by a man that was all drugged out. Since then I haven’t done much of anything.



One day I said “Enough” and began over to live my life, I had received almost 2.3 Million dollars from his trust and life insurance. I purchased a nice Condo, and an SL 500 Mercedes Benz , silver in color with a red interior.



Richard and I never had children our choice I guess, I was always on the pill and afraid to get pregnant.



One day a young man was working on the condo next to mine, I watched him through the window.



He looked to be about twenty three or four, it was hard to say really.



He was tall and sexy, without his shirt on I saw his six pack abs’s, I was aroused looking at him.



I had on a satin robe and nothing underneath, I felt naughty and ran my hand inside my robe and messaged my nipples, I imagined his big young cock in my small mature hand. OH I had to touch my throbbing pussy. I truly felt like being naughty, Even though I shouldn’t.



I opened the door and stood out on my steps and called to the strong looking young man.



He looked up and saw me, I allowed my robe to fall open slightly so he could see.



“YES ” he said



“You look like your hot, come up here and I will give you something to drink” I told him



My crotch throbbed, “OK Mam” he spoke.



Soon he was in front of me,



Oh Gosh I thought he was a young stud indeed.



His name was Kyle, I had him come in and sit at my table. I got him a coke from my refrigerator, I bent more then needed and allowed my robe to rise up in the back, I stood to the side of him and leaned down to sit his soda upon the table, I made sure that my robe was lose so it would swing open slightly , so he would have a good glimpse of my chest and my freckled breasts.



I did see him look, “Thanks Mam” he said. “Oh Please call me Helen” I told him.



“OK Helen it is”



I and Kyle talked for a little bit, He had a girlfriend , but she was in college away from our town.



“You must get lonely” I said to him.



“Not so much Helen I stay pretty busy” He told me.



While he sipped his coke, I noticed him looking at my chest, I was getting more aroused, wondering if his cock was growing in his work pants.



“You have a lot of friends”? I asked



“Oh a few” He told me.



I allowed my robe to slid a little more open, as we spoke.



He seemed to look surprised when he looked over toward me, I knew it was working. My thighs were quivering right now, I couldn’t stop it, It had been so long for me.



I said “Kyle do you like my chest, I see you checking it out”?



“Yes, Yes as a matter of fact I do” He told me.



” Kyle I am old enough to be your mother” I said to him.



“Mam, he hesitated “I like mature women” He said to me



“Really”? I said.



I kept my eyes trained on him and allowed my robe to fully open. “OH GOSH” he gasped



“YOU LIKE”? I asked



“OH Helen their beautiful” He said insistingly.



“Come over here and touch them Kyle” I instructed.



“Ok Sure” he told me.



I shook with sheer and utter excitement.



His hands trailed the sides of my big boobies, Then he filled his hands with them, and soon his fingers found my nipples, They were so still already.



I could see the huge bulged in his pants, Oh my it looked so big.



“You like them Kyle”? I asked



“Yes Yes I do” He told me.



I turned so I could touch his bulge, He felt huge, I ran my hand over his crotch.



He grabbed my breasts a little firmer now, I undid his pants He wore no under wear, It was easy for me to get his big young cock out, He was stiff as a rolling pin, He had at least a nine inch penis.



Larger than my husband ever was, I knew I deserved this today to fill my animal craving for some cock.



I stroked his young cock, it was heavily veined, and still growing, soon I bent and pulled him into my experienced mouth. “OOOOOHHHH” He gasped as I sucked him.



I made nice smooth strokes over him with my hot mouth, Then I stopped.



“Kyle I want you to fuck me” I told him.



He nodded his head, I took him by the hand to my bedroom.



I took off the robe, and lay ed spread eagle on my soft bed. ” Lick my pussy Kyle” I told him.



He obliged quite nicely, Licking my burning cunt with his young mouth, He spread me even wider and mauled my chest as he licked my older pussy.



“OOOOHHH KYLE” I moaned as he was pleasuring me.



I loved it, I was as hot as a torch, and torch that needed fucked bad.



Soon Kyle entered me, slowly at the start, “OH KYLE YOUR SO BIG” I expressed to him.



He soon plunged deeper into me “OOOOHHH” I moaned as I grabbed his little firm ass cheeks.



“Your Tight Bitch” he said to me.



“Yes Kyle” I said.



“I’m going to fuck the hell out of you” He told me.



“GOOD” I gasped out.



He began to fuck me with everything he had now, My thighs quivered with womanly excitement.



“OOOOHHHH OHHHHH”!!! I cried out as he gave me my first real cock orgasm in sixteen months.



“AAAHH AAAHH” He groaned as he plowed me full.



“I’m going to titty fuck you and come in your mouth bitch” He told me as he used me.



“OK KYLE” I gasped quietly.



“Maybe I will bring a couple of buddy’s next time I come over here, and we will all rape your pussy bitch”



He told me as he pounded my wanton wet cunt.



“OK Kyle, that would be fine” I e eked out in his ear.



I was having another orgasm and he was turning me on even more with his filthy talk. Inside I hoped his buddies would rape me.



I pulled his ass into me hard so he could slap his balls into my torching pussy.



Soon he pulled out, I firmly held my breasts together and he fucked them with all the fury that he had with in him, I love my big boobs fucked, expectational by a young man.



“OOOHHH FFFUUUCCCC” He loudly grunted as he came in my face and my neck and chest.



I jerked him to completion and sucked his final juices.



He staid in bed with me until he was hard again and we fucked once more before he showered and left.



The next day, he brought his friends Tim and Bob with him, Oh my lord, They all fucked me like there wouldn’t be any left for the next day.



Kyle held me down on my stomach and all three of them fucked and cum in my plump ass.



This now goes on at least once every couple of weeks . I love it and it keeps me feeling young.



To be continued.

Baljeet and her husband Mahindar had been on the bus on their way home to Bhundar, Punjab for several hours when at one stop most of the passengers disembarked in a university town along the way, leaving the bus wonderfully empty and allowing people to spread out a bit for the long, overnight run. Baljeet remained in her seat in the back of the bus on the 3 seat side of a 3+2 aisle and Mahindar went forward a couple of rows to stretch out in another 3 seat bench that was open on the other side of the baggage area.



With so few occupants, each passenger was free to sleep or read, and even though people generally kept their conversations respectfully low, it wouldn’t matter anyway as the road noise and loud drone of the diesel motor drowned out most other sound. Baljeet slumped against the seat and curled her legs into her chest and let sleep take her.



A couple of times when the bus stopped, Baljeet stirred from her slumber but usually immediately fell back asleep as soon as the bus pulled away from the station again and the night wore casually onward. At one point she noticed another passenger had taken the small seat across the aisle from her but she thought nothing of it and kept sleeping.



The way she curled into a ball on her seat left enough space for someone to sit next to her, however, as she hadn’t fully stretched across the seat and when she woke again, she found a man sitting right next to her. By the way he was stroking her face, she thought it to be Mahindar and in the darkness at the rear of the bus she didn’t fully grasp who was actually there or what he was doing until he brought her hand to his erect cock.



“Mahindar!” Baljeet hissed as quietly as she could, finally looking over at the erect cock he was stroking in front of her. “What are you thinking?” She asked in incredulity.



“I think that if you don’t want me to tell everyone how dishonorable you have been seducing me and cheating on your husband that you will quietly do what I want… otherwise I will see that you are shamed and dishonored for your adulteress ways!” The man whispered as he leaned into her ear.



His words had been carefully selected to gain her willful compliance—he would not need to force her to do anything—in fact, it would be better that she chose to do it herself. Baljeet knew it too… she did not need to feel the blade of a knife at her throat to do what he wanted, only to consider the punishment for adultery in her village and the death sentence it would attach to her husband’s honor if caught.



“You are despicable. No one will believe you!” Baljeet said in response to the man. Perhaps a forceful reply would cause him to abandon his misguided attempt on her honor.



“Do you want to find out?” The man asked in a slow, cruel, calculated tone. Message delivered.



Baljeet looked up at the man and looked in the adjoining seats to see if anyone was awake or stirring about. Seeing no one within view and with her husband’s view back to her seat completely obscure by the baggage area, Baljeet cursed the man several times in Punjabi as she reached for his erect cock. The man slid closer to Baljeet so that she lay with easy access to his lap, obviously positioning herself to give the man a blowjob.



“Do not make the mistake of getting my cum on my pants.” he said to her.



Baljeet’s mind flashed with rage when the man reached directly inside her saree and began fondling her breasts with one of his hands while she brought her face to his cock. “Bastard!” she thought to herself before thinking of her husband and her desire to get this over with as quickly as possible.



She began stroking the man’s cock and noticed the size and girth of his cock were very similar to Mahindar’s. Although she had no desire to please the man in any kind of emotional or physical way, she already decided that giving her best efforts would cause the man to cum more quickly and reduce the chance of being discovered so she indeed did her best to excite him.



Baljeet licked the man’s cock shaft down to his balls while rubbing and twisting her fist in a pumping motion over the head of his cock, and then she moved further down and licked and gently sucked his balls while stretching the sliding motion of her pump-twist on his cock to go all the way from his head to the base of his cock.



“It’s smart of you to do it so well.” the man whispered, “your husband is a lucky man.”



She felt him already beginning to buck his hips up to meet her downstrokes on his cock and she wondered if he might cum straight away just from her handjob and from playing with her tits… she didn’t leave it to chance however, preferring to end it as quickly as possible—and so she began sliding her lips sideways up and down the shaft of his cock—his fevered anticipation building the closer her lips came to his cockhead. Baljeet knew he was desperate for to slide her open mouth far enough up his shaft that he could poke the head of his cock past her lips and she continued pumping his cock with her fist at the base and her tongue flicking away past her lips.



When she finally neared the head of the man’s throbbing erection, Baljeet looked up into the man’s face and washed her tongue over and around the head of his cock, rubbing the shaft along her bottom lip but not quite going down on him—had he been ready to cum, it would be the perfect position to shoot down her throat, but he held off a bit longer. His cock had grown a bit longer, quite a lot harder, and had swelled a bit thicker from pure lust and from her expert treatment—so much so that Baljeet knew that if she went down on him now he would likely explode in her mouth.



In her desire to ensure that the man would ejaculate quickly and escape her predicament, Baljeet decided it would be better to fully give in than to continue playing wait-and-see with the man’s orgasm, so after an amazingly sensual buildup, she enveloped the head of his cock and sucked deeply, turning and pumping his throbbing shaft in her hands. She heard him moan and knew she would make him cum quickly so she upped her game even further to bring things to a close…



Baljeet began sliding her mouth up and down the man’s shaft, from the head of his cock to as far down the shaft she could go without choking, keeping her fingers next to her lips to increase his sensation as she fucked him with her mouth. Still, the man did not cum… Only time and the man’s stamina would dictate when he came and released her at this point, so she maintained her focus and kept him in complete sensory overload to try to bring it to a close.



A few moments became a few minutes, and a few minutes became a lifetime to her, though, as the man incredibly remained erect and aroused, and completely into it but did not cum. She changed positions to add more downward pressure on his erection—it frequently made her husband cum and finally after what had actually been about 20 minutes of nonstop fist-pumping, cock-sucking perfection, the man leaned over and whispered, “You have done well.”



Baljeet knew what the man meant—she could feel him holding back but losing control… his body began shaking and she could feel his balls tightening and the underside of the man’s cock spasming, then pulsing powerfully. Long, thick blasts of cum began splashing against the back of her throat and settling on her tongue—ropes of the gooey hot cum filled her mouth, and cognizant of his desire to remain clean, she sucked hard and swallowed quickly. As frequently as he pulsed into her mouth, she consumed his load—his hips bucking up into her face with abandon until his rhythm finally slowed, then stopped.



Baljeet kept the man in her mouth until he fully softened and as she hoped he would do, he quickly pulled up his pants and made his way towards the front of the bus, leaving her alone on her bench with her thoughts and a belly full of cum. Scared to even peek over her seat for fear of finding anyone else’s gaze, she lay there for a while, gathering herself and thinking through what had just happened.



She considered going up a few rows to be with Mahindar, but did not know what she would say to him or what reason she would give for waking him, so she chose instead to stay put and hope the next several hours would pass and become part of her past. Looking back on it now, this was a critical mistake for her—because in the moments that passed while she thought things through, another man—younger and fitter than the first came up behind her and sat immediately next to her, resting his hand on her thigh.



“Do not worry,” the main said calmly to her, “I am the only person on the bus who knows what you’ve just done, and I know you and I both are better off if we never speak about it.”



Baljeet looked confused, trying to decide what the man intended although he made it immediately clear as he reached into her saree and pulled both of her boobs completely out and into what little light the moonless sky could manage through the windows of the old bus.



“That’s right.” he said to her as she failed to find the words to question him. “I see that you are more than an expert at sucking cock, and I intend to have your pleasures for myself.”



Baljeet stared in utter disbelief at the man’s brazen request… he literally had nothing to do to coerce her—the man before had done it. He need only recognize it… call attention to it… and the result was the same.



Baljeet looked forward towards the front of the bus—hoping, praying that Mahindar was standing in the aisle, waiting to beat this man down… but there wasn’t another man awake on the bus except the driver. She looked around behind her and realized (perhaps mercifully) that the rear of the bus was completely empty except for the man next to her and herself. He looked down at the slight bulge in his pants and said, “I think you know what to do.”



“Please tell me you’ll go away when we’re done.” Baljeet pleaded.



“Of course. When I’m done.” the man replied.



Baljeet felt angry now at Mahindar for splitting apart on the bus although she admitted she told him to seek out a more comfortable seat… still, she was about to give another blowjob to a complete stranger and she hated the fact that a dark part of her really enjoyed the pure wanton lust the last man exhibited—how completely rock-hard he had become, and how purely he seemed to enjoy her best efforts. She tried to banish any thoughts of enjoyment from her mind, but agreed her strategy to do her best had generally served her well and that she would try again with the stranger before her.



Baljeet unwrapped the top of her saree and gave the man easier access to her large, full breasts, which he immediately pawed with his hands, and then she reached for his pants. As it was about three in the morning, she was sure most people would be out at least until sunrise, so she had no worries about anyone randomly making their way back to their part of the bus… with this in mind, she unzipped the man and pulled his pants and his boxers to the floor so that she could more easily access his cock and balls.



Before she could lean forward and begin giving the man his blowjob, he pushed Baljeet onto her back and knelt over her, pawing her boobs and kissing them… licking them… sucking her nipples and allowing his hands to roam all over her body… his lustful attention to her neck and breasts had the intended effect on her… he felt her chest heaving and her breathing intensify… he forced her to kiss him although he found her kissing tentative but passionate and he whispered into her ear, “Now suck me.”



Baljeet did not think about her own arousal—meaning, it wasn’t front and center of her mind as a concept, but she clearly wanted to get this man’s cock out of his pants and into her mouth. She pushed him back aggressively and licked up his left leg from his knee to the firm part of his pelvis above his cock… his public area was well manicured, she noticed, almost like the men she had seen in western porn movies… and she loved the clean feel to her tongue as she dragged it down the “treasure trail” from his belly button to his hardening cock.



Though not fully erect, it seemed long to her… she couldn’t tell if he was actually bigger than Mahindar or not, but the absence of public hair gave her free access from the base to the tip as she dragged her tongue across it several times to wet it. To tease him she brought her lips around around the head of his cock and went down on him once to spread her saliva all over his cock, causing him to gasp at the wonderful feeling, but she quickly withdrew and brought her hands to his cock instead, looking up into his face as she worked them both over the head and shaft.



She looked up at him with her lips literally touching his stiffening rod, her left hand wrapped around the tip of his cock, her right hand wrapped around the base, both of them sliding up and down in unison but rotating clockwise and counter-clockwise in opposite directions on the upstroke and downstroke. He clearly enjoyed her attention and said, “that’s so great, baby…” to her as he leaned back and gave her even easier access to his cock and balls.



Baljeet took his heavy breathing and moans that she was pushing the right buttons and she marveled at how hard and long the man was getting under her manual stimulation. With both of her small hands sliding up and down the length of his cock she found herself able to leave an inch or two at the tip or the base as she tugged up and down and decided to engulf his cock and see if she could bring him off quickly.



If the bus wasn’t so loud and the people not so far away and fast asleep, someone might have heard the moan that escaped his lips as she followed her hands up and down his cock with her deeply sucking mouth and rapidly flicking tongue. She could taste his precum already and knew she probably wouldn’t need the mouth-aching twenty-plus minute suck job her previous encounter required.



She was so sure he was going to cum in her mouth in under five minutes that she was a bit surprised when he adjusted his position, pulling himself out of her mouth, saying, “I want to feel your big bosoms.”



“What?” Baljeet asked unsure of what he meant—after all his hands had been on her tits since they began.



“On my cock… I want you to wrap my cock in your tits… it’s called tit-fucking.” He said.



Baljeet knew what it was called, Mahindar loved doing it to her, frequently coming on her several times a week just by climbing on her chest and titfucking her until coming on her face or tits… but she felt momentarily robbed of bringing him off with her mouth. Even so, she was privately thrilled that he wanted to experience more of her, and that he loved her big boobs.



Wrapping her large, soft, brown mammaries around the man’s long, throbbing shaft, Baljeet slowly slid her chest forwards and backwards, rocking her boobs over his erect cock to his obvious appreciation. He let her do him this way for a few minutes, then held her boobs with his own hands and adjusted his position so that he could fuck them with long strokes up and down at her face.



“Ajit.” the man said as he titfucked the woman.



“I’m sorry?” Baljeet replied as he continued titfucking her.



“You may call me Ajit.” he said.



She did not know what to do with the new information, but she replied, “I am Baljeet.”



“I’m going to fuck you in the mouth now, Baljeet… do not use your hands.” Ajit said to her.



Ajit stood up, which would have shocked Baljeet completely but she knew the luggage area in front of them blocked them completely from view from the front of the bus, and he pushed her back against the divider and brought his cock to her lips. “Do not choke loudly although I doubt anyone will care.” Ajit said as he held onto both of the railings in front of him and began sliding his long cock deeply into her mouth. The motion of the bus virtually assured that Ajit’s cock would go ramming into the back of her throat and given the condition of the roads, that Baljeet would deep-throat him or else.



She gagged roughly several times in the beginning, but in a measure of fear of being discovered, and in a measure of pride at her own dick-sucking abilities, Baljeet quickly relaxed her throat and adjusted the tilt of her head to allow him to freely throat-fuck her with abandon. When she realized how adept she had become at orally pleasuring the man in front of her, Baljeet took great satisfaction in feeling him quickly coming to orgasm. She felt a rush when he steadied himself with his left hand over her and with a fistful of her hair in his right, he began wildly face-fucking her to his finish.



Pounding her throat with one or two long, powerful strokes each second, Ajit began cumming inside her mouth and throat and groaning as he did so, depositing almost as much cum in her mouth as the first man but with even more vigor. He slowed his motions against her face and finally rested with his cock lodged in her throat before pulling out and sitting down, exhausted.



Ajit’s erection listed a little to the side and rested on his left leg, but never fully subsided, a condition she had seen in her husband a few times, and she hoped he would consider their encounter complete and abandon her to her solitude but she surmised otherwise when he pulled her to the seat with him and leaned her down into his crotch and said, “do it some more.”



“But Ajit, you have just been given my best blowjob, fucked my big bosoms, and then fucked my throat like any other woman’s pussy… surely you have had enough? Have I not given you what you wanted?” Baljeet asked.



“I told you I would leave you… when I was done. And as you can see, my cock yet stirs. You may satisfy me with a blowjob if you try, but I believe it longs to fuck you.” Ajit replied.



Even though Baljeet had been thrilled by the beautiful cock in her mouth and between her tits earlier, the thought of fucking him seemed a bridge too far completely to her.



“I’m fertile… I can’t do that!” Baljeet pleaded.



“Baljeet… Baljeet, I know you are not naïve, so I will say this only once before moving forward two rows to find your husband… there is a way we can fuck where you stand no chance of conceiving no matter how much I cum inside you.” Ajit said in a measured but impactful tone.



Baljeet thought about Ajit’s words and at first thought he meant more face-fucking before she felt his hands on her ample ass.



“Do you mean to bugger me? I won’t stand for it!” Baljeet insisted.



Ajit stood and gathered his clothes as if to leave her company—she knew exactly what he was saying to her without needing to open his mouth.



“Ajit, please, no! I’ll do it, damn you!” Baljeet pleaded.



“Then indeed you will stand for it. Here, grab the rails.” Ajit insisted.



She had no idea he would move so fast—he practically dragged her to her feet and spun her to face the divider separating the luggage racks from her seat. Ajit took each of her hands in his and brought them to the left and right rails… he moved behind her and pulled the rest of her saree to the floor at her feet. Her panties were quickly yanked to her knees. She felt his erection rubbing up and down the crack of her ass, stopping longer and longer against her tightly clinched back door.



“Please… my purse… I have a small tube of moisturizing oil for my hands…” She begged.



“Face forward.” Ajit demanded as she tried to look back at him.



Baljeet stared at the bulkhead divider until she felt his wet, slippery finger forcing its way into her tight back door. She heard her tube of moisturizer sputtering its contents into his hand again, then she felt him come up behind her. She knew what was next, his delayed advance on her anus only raising her nervousness…



“Unghhhhhhh.” Ajit moaned as he slowly pressed the tip of his long cock into the deep pit of her lubed back door—Baljeet hoping the bus didn’t lurch and cause him to plow the entirety of his cock up her ass in one shot—worried sick she would wake the entire bus with her scream… Ajit was thoughtful about the prospect of them being discovered, so he too held the rails in front of her as he pushed forward.

All characters are 18 in any depicted sex scene



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This is my first, and hopefully not my last, erotic fiction. I’d like as much constructive cristism as possible, please. I originally planned to have two parts to this chapter, so if it seems short, that’s why.



Enjoy!




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February, 2006



Andrew was at the edge of his bed, his arms resting on his legs as he stared into the carpet. His long brown hair was pulled back, ridden with nervous sweat.



A knock came onto the doorframe behind him. “And?” Someone asked.



That someone was a well built pitcher for the local high school’s baseball team, James King. He wasn’t a jerk like a few of his contemporaries, he was actually very shy and relied on his friends to hook him up with girls.



“Andrew?” James asked as he walked over to sit next to his friend, whom didn’t even acknowledge he was there.



A silence carried out for a few minutes longer.



“He’s dead.” Andrew whispered quietly, almost under his breathe.



“Just six weeks ago we were watching the Raiders at San Fransisco,” Andrew said, his eyes starting to bleed water. Two days after that, Pete Lattimer was diagnosed with stage four cancer of the pancreas. “They gave him three weeks.”



James gave a tight smile, and for the first time since they heard the news that their best friend died, he shed a tear, “He said he wouldn’t go down until the Superbowl.”



Andrew was unmoving, his eyes starting to dry a bit. A different kind of sadness loomed over him. A harder sadness, one that penetrated more than his surface feelings.



Nothing more was said for the next twenty minutes. Both of them stared at the carpet, before James glanced at the clock, and promptly walked off, leaving Andrew in silence.



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ONE YEAR LATER



Ami and Regina walked down the hallway, babbling away about the school gossip, rumors, and general trash talk. The two fairly attractive seniors didn’t even stop to look at most of anyone, fairly self-absorbed, until Ami set her eyes on Andrew Parkers as he walked by.



“He’s changed, hasn’t he?” Regina commented once he was out of earshot.



Ami rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time at the cliché, “Do you have some ‘rouge fantasy’ about him? Seriously, ever since he became a loner you just won’t stop talking about him.”



Regina instantly became defensive, but honest when she said, “No, but it’s not that he isn’t cute.”



He was handsome, Ami had to admit. He towered over most at six foot, a clean and pleasant face, long stylish brown hair, and a slender muscular frame that he acquired through years of basketball and running. But Ami was annoyed mostly because she felt like he left her and most of his other friends a year ago.



“So? He abandoned us when Pete died last year, and I’m fine with him right where he is. We all liked Pete, but we didn’t break up. He could stay alone and not bother us.” Ami spoke hotly. Her and Andrew were just friends, true, but she had many “just friends” with other guys. All they cared about was getting into her pants, like most guys that laid eyes on her.



At 5′ 5″, she was head cheerleader, her latina skin complementing her gorgeous face, oversized breasts, and alluring ass.



But when Andrew shunned everyone, mostly her, she lost a dear friend and confidant. Andrew was a real friend, not trying to have sex with her but actually liked her, which was worth more than any of her other male “friends” had to offer. And from the day to day social war that waged on, maybe even the only friend that she truly trusted, even more than Regina.



“Acutally, he isn’t a exactly a loner. I’ve seen him with Eyan a few times.” Regina replied, oblivious to her friend’s anger. Eyan was the school’s biggest nerd, and the only person whom Andrew hung out with in the wake of his best friend’s death. The two only started hanging out late last year, maybe because Andrew didn’t want to have to deal with the pressure of being one of those “popular” kids.



It made Ami even more mad that he abandoned her and not Eyan, but she still didn’t know why. Was she really jealous of Eyan, not mad at him?



“Good for him. He can stay with those dweebs and get knocked down.” Ami replied, then before Regina said anything else, she started talking about cheer camp to change the subject, and the other cheerleader happily started babbling about it.



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Andrew closed his eyes and leaned against the wall of the gym. Many times he would play basketball with his friends here in the past. He would play with Pete and James, mostly, maybe with a few basketball friends when they were off-season. Not only because of Pete, but because he abanonded those same friends, and Andrew was increasingly feeling like a jerk for doing it. Or maybe because he just missed them.



Now he was dressed for second roll for Phys Ed, his regular clothes on. He dressed in jeans, skater shoes, and a black shirt complemented his look. Nothing fancy, enough for him to fade away like he wants to.



A girl walked up to him and sat down next to him. She was Kate Rogers, one of the mid-popular girls, despite her large personality and good looks she never became very popular.



Once Andrew opened his eyes, be found quite a view waiting for him. She was wearing ass hugging jeans, showing off her long legs and bubbly ass, with a tight fitting shirt that somehow held up her heavy DD rack. Her face was great, too, full, red lips that matched her blonde hair made her the wet dream of many a man. She’d have every man clawing at her if she wasn’t rumored to be lesbian. No guy wanted to face the humiliation of being turned down if they could help it.



“Hey, And.” Kate greeted, “You feeling okay?”



“Yeah, I guess.” Andrew mumbled, and gave a small smile. Lately he hasn’t been so depressed, and he was finally reconnecting with his old friends, especially James. Andrew was amazed that after almost a year, he was ready to take him back like nothing happened. That made him feel even more guilty.



“How’re you doing?” He asked.



She shrugged, “I’m doing good. You’ve seen the new Ben Stiller movie?”



“No, I don’t believe I have. Why?”



“I got an extra ticket for tonight’s showing, since Sheri cancelled. You wanna come?” She asked hopefully.



“Uhhh.” For the last few months, Andrew has barely spoken to a girl. He forgot all the smooth talk and lessons Pete taught him so long ago. He couldn’t even say “yes” properly. “S-sure.”



“Okay, my car’s busted, though. Can you pick me up?”



“Yeah, when should I pick you up?”



“Six, the show doesn’t start until six-thirty.”



The bell rang, and the two walked out together as the teacher checked off their names on the roster to make sure no one skipped out. As they filed out if the gym and the two of them separated, Andrew said, “See you tonight!”



Kate called out as she turned around and walked backwards slowly, “It’s a date!”



Andrew skipped in mid-step, and nearly fell flat on his face as he bumped into a familiar friend. All he could think of is how it happened: Kate made it obvious to many people she was lesbian; she checked out girls and openly dated a few last year. Why did she call it a date, then? Andrew thought they were going as “just friends”.



He didn’t even notice when Ami turned the corner and bumped into him. Andrew did see her, but frantically picked up the books she was carrying, “I’m so sorry, my fault…”



He then looked up to see Ami stand up in front of him, her head tilted at an angle, as if she was intensely observing something. She was thinking if she should shake him off, or actually talk to him.



“It’s alright, Andrew.” She snapped out of it, retrieving her books from his outstretched arms. The two looked at each other for a few seconds.



Andrew had a brief and casual thought, If I’m patching it up with everyone else, why not Ami?



He took a deep breathe, hoping she didn’t notice his nervousness, and asked her, “Um, Ami, want to hang out sometime?”



Wow, that was lame, he thought.



Ami, however, smiled hopefully.



“Sure, I’m free tonight, how about then?”



“I’m seeing someone, how about Friday?”



Ami nearly erupted. She was half mad, half hopeful. He was seeing someone?! How dare he!



Why did she have a problem with that, though? Was it jealousy, or was it annoyance that he waited so long to talk to her again?



She kept telling herself it was the latter.



“Sure, I’m free after cheer on Friday. Four-thirty?”



Andrew gave her a grin, one that was so rare nowadays she thought his cheeks would crack. “Four-thirty it is.”



“Yo, Andrew!” James called against the oncoming crowd. Andrew nodded over to him.



“Gotta go.” Andrew said, turning and walking over to James.



“See you Friday!” Ami called over the crowd, and Andrew returned it with a friendly wave of his hand as he and James navigated the hallways.



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The ride over to the movies was fairly uneventful. The two 18 year-olds made some small talk about the movie, school, and music. Andrew was a very musical person, his love for guitar and guitar music overshadowing his basketball drive, when he used to play. He was surprised that the two of them had that in common.



But no matter what they talked about, Andrew’s eyes regularly wandered to the cleavage that Kate’s V-neck showed. He was very much a “breast man”, but always tried not to stare. But Kate must’ve been wearing a push-up bra, because they were practically spilling out of her top. He kept telling himself it was his imagination, and that even when her hand occasionally hit his thigh they were just “accidents”.



But to Kate, they were anything but “accidents”. Even as they sat down in the theater she flirted with him unmercifully. She pretended to drop her phone between the seats, and he got an eyeful of her large breasts as she bent down to retrieve it. She did her best not to giggle as she saw the erection in his pants. It looked a little large, but it could just be the dimmed lights.



Yes, Kate is into girls, very much into girls since she was fourteen. She made sure everyone knew it, too, just to keep the guys off her back, her front, and everything in between.



But she would always be at basketball games the last few years, and she developed a crush for Andrew Parkers, then the star point guard. She told herself he was out of her league, and it took her three years, and a depressed and now unconfident Andrew, to finally give her the opportunity to go out with him. Sure, she technically tricked him by making him think they were doing it as friends, but what’s the harm in one small date? He was the only guy she’s ever had a crush on: he was handsome, smart, sweet, and wasn’t too stuck up about it. She wasn’t going to chance it, and didn’t mind using trickery.



The movie progressed onwards, and it didn’t take long for the mandatory sex scene to show up on the screen. And right then, Kate chose to lower her shirt just enough so an eyeful of her black bra was visible. Then she “accidentally” spilled a little coke on his lap from some soda cans they smuggled in.



Immediately, she spotted his eight inch erection that the liquid revealed, as he turned to her in surprise at the “mistake” she did her best to look apologetic and not notice what was in his lap.



“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, “Let me clean that up.”



With that, she took a napkin and knelt between his legs, which reflexively opened once the soda spilled on his crotch.



She carefully carressed the outline of his cock with the napkin. It was still growing, how long could it be, she thought. Andrew, meanwhile, was enjoying her semi-handjob, trying to vainly hide his groans of delight.



“It looks like the cola went through the shorts. I’m going to need to clean it from underneath.” Using that pretense, Kate vigorously pulled down the zipper, and a large 9 inch cock nearly hit her face, and caught her breathe.



“Uh, Kate.” Andrew said nervously, but then let out an intense groan of ecstasy as he looked down to see six inches of his member inside of Kate’s mouth. Her head quickly bobbed up and down, her tongue working wonders on his purple head.



Whilst blowing him, Kate pushed her neckline under her bra, raising her tits up. Using one hand to corkscrew the three inches she couldn’t deep-throat she used the other to fold her bra under her tits, shoving them even farther upwards.



“You like this?” The busty blonde asked Andrew, who gave a shaky nod.



The blonde smiled even wider, and lifted her tits up to engulf most of his tool. She used her hands to smash them together, engulfing his cock, and she used her mouth to blow the inches sticking out, her boobs not large enough to take it all. She then proceeded to give him a tittyfuck.



It took both of them longer than expected, and Kate was starting to get tired after five minutes, before Andrew said, “Kate, I’m gonna cum.”



The buxom teen picked up her pace, and as he was about to blow, she lowered his cock so it was jammed into her tits. What proceeded was a set of powerful blasts that filled her cleavage with cum, and Kate’s slutty and gleeful face staring up at him made him even more turned-on.



She slipped her bra and top back into place, then sat next to him as they enjoyed the last twenty minutes of the movie, both of them with sly smiles on their faces.



There was an awkward silence that they experienced on the way back, occasionally broken by a few words on how they thought the movie was. Once they came to a halt in front of Kate’s house, she turned to him.



“You know,” She said, “I gave you a blowjob, let you fuck my tits, and cum on my boobs, and we still haven’t kissed.”



Andrew gave a small laugh, and they leaned forward, exchanging a long and passionate kiss. As they did, Andrew could feel Kate’s hand rub his growing dick.



“Don’t jack off tonight. Save some for tomorrow.” Kate replied once the kiss finally broke.



Andrew gave another rare grin, the second time that day.



“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”



—–



When Andrew drove up to his house, he started humming a joyful song to himself. That night he went to his room, got out his acoustic, and strummed a happy tune through the night.



Maybe his luck was finally changing.



—–



Andrew woke up Thursday morning at his usual time, waking up to his dad’s breakfast cooking, the smell of the bacon so strong the aroma slipped through the air condotion vents.



The bleary eyed Andrew stooped downstairs, yawning as he sat down at the breakfast nook in the kitchen.



The first thing Andrew did was take a large bite from a strip of bacon, the second thing he did is smile at his father and saying, “Morning, pops.”



His forty year old father raised an eyebrow. His son was full of some energy that he hasn’t seen in him for awhile, and he was starting to crack smiles.



“Your date last night must’ve went well.”



Andrew nodded, and proceeded to devour the bacon that his father set on his plate. His mom walked in, drying her hair with a soaked towel as she went in.



“Morning honey.” His mom patting his shoulder as she went by to get her own breakfast. She looked warily at her husband, and he sighed as he turned to Andrew.



“Andrew, your mother and I have been talking. Now we know your getting good grades,” His father began, which confused Andrew. His parents never talked about his grades, he usually gets Bs and an occasional A.



“… but college costs money, and frankly your mother and I can’t pay for it. Your going to need a full scholarship.”



Andrew’s stomach churned. Sure, they didn’t have much money, but he thought the financial aid would cover it. Apparently he was wrong.



“So your going to need to do it by doing a sport.” His dad stated flatly.



“What your father means is, we can’t pay for it. You need to do a sport, or maybe a concert instrument. We’re not going to force you, your a legal adult, but you need to choose if your going to do it or not.” His mother clarifed.



Andrew gave a nuetral nod, and headed to the shower. He needed some time to think about everything that was going on in his life. But part of him was afraid that it was getting too good.



—–



Andrew parked his old pickup at his usual spot on the back side of school. It would be safe from any dents or scratches there, although by the looks of it it wouldn’t damage it’s appearance too much.



He walked through the baseball fields and past the outer halls of the school, looking for someone in particular. Andrew wanted to patch it up with all his friends, including his ex-girlfriend that he abruptly left after Pete died. He felt especially bad about that, since he didn’t even dump her, just left.



But after ten minutes of searching, Andrew was about to give up when he found a set of full red lips interlock with his. They were soft, smooth, and a bit familiar.



“Hey, And.” Kate smiled jovially. She didn’t care that half the kids in the hall stared at her, surprised that she was apparently into guys. She was content with just kissing her crush.



Andrew was pleasantly surprised at the kiss, and returned her grin. He liked the sudden affection she was giving him. It was comfortable, if unfamiliar.



“Hi, Kate.” Andrew replied as the two walked down the hallway, away from prying eyes.



She smiled slyly, then said, “Want to go watch cheer practice after school? Sheri is my ride home.”



Andrew felt like he was going to burst with excitement, but held his cool in his voice, “Sure, why not.”



Watching twelve hot cheerleadersworking out with this equally hot girl in his arm, who wouldn’t agree?



Kate smiled even wider as she headed off to class, “See you then.”



—–



Andrew was so excited throughout the day. He couldn’t wait to see a dozen hot cheerleaders go through their routines, whilst sitting there with his girlfriend, hot enough to give those girls a run for their money.



He barely noticed his pre-calculus teacher hand him back a D+ test that he took last week, and paid even less attention to the small comment about getting his grades up. The “D” did remind him of Kate’s tits, though. He had a boner for the better part of the period.



After school, he hurriedly picked up his stuff and went straight to the football stands, since the cheerleaders usually practiced on the field. He was almost running, and was surprised to find Kate already there.



“Hiya handsome.” Kate said to him as he sat down next to her. The cheerleaders were already running around the track to get warmed up.



“Hey.” Andrew heaved, dropping himself down along with his stuff.



They sat in silence, both watching the cheerleaders running around the field. Andrew’s eyes were glued to their swaying tits as they ran, their chests heaving as they were panting.



A tent formed in his pants, and Kate was sure to rub it once she found it. Andrew was startled, afraid she might be angry or jealous.



At the look on his face, Kate giggled, “It’s fine Andrew, really. They are VERY attractive. I wouldn’t blame you if you just banged ‘em all right now.”



The confused look on Andrew’s face passed as Kate squeezed his erection through his pants. What showed was a look of ecstasy plastered on his face.



“In fact,” Kate whispered hotly in his ear, “Why don’t you.”



Andrew’s confused look couldn’t be masked by his joy at the semi-handjob he was receiving.



“Seriously. I don’t mind, on two conditions,” Kate admitted, still rubbing his crotch, “I get to have outside sex, and I can stop you from having sex with someone if I want to.”



Andrew mulled over it, and despite his reluctance to let Kate have sex with other guys, he accepted.



Kate looked relieved a bit and said, “Thank you. I was afraid I couldn’t fuck Sheri.”



Andrew looked even more confused, and was about to ask what was going on when she beat him to it.



“You think I was going to have sex with other GUYS? No way! I like chicks better, and your the only cock for me, anyhow.”

Thanks to all who left the kind compliments in Part 1. And to those who don’t know or haven’t looked at my other stories, I also have another story series, “The Bra Salesman,” over in the Humor section. Enjoy!



Part 2



Danielle’s breasts were jiggling as she stood there panting. They had been playing the game for nearly two hours already, and now that she was being told that the game was about to “get interesting” made her wonder just how much more her 5’7″ frame could endure. Even though she was finally starting to enjoy herself, she could feel her muscles becoming weak and the tenderness in her sensitive 38-inch breasts becoming too intense.



She waited for someone, anyone else to say they were too tired to continue and ask to postpone the rest of the game for another night. Unfortunately, no one said anything so Danielle, already having protested too many times beforehand, said nothing as well.



Thing is, part of Danielle very much wanted to continue. The number of orgasms she’d had tonight probably exceeded the combined orgasms she’d had the rest of her life that involved another human being. She had never felt as alive or as sexually energized, and no matter how much her throbbing tits or tingling pussy wanted to rest, there was an insatiable, unchartered side of her that wasn’t ready to stop just yet. Whether she would physically be able to keep going, however, was another question altogether.



“First, we need to assign partners,” Stacy explained. Everyone was given a number between 1 and 6, and that would be their dice number for the remainder of the game.



“Now let’s see who will be paired with who for this next challenge. We’ll start with Christy.” Stacy rolled the dice and it landed on Peter’s number. Danielle breathed a sigh of relief, but she saw him stare at her, and she wasn’t sure if it was because he heard her or because of disappointment. It took a couple of rolls, since it landed on Peter’s and Danielle’s numbers respectively, but Danielle was eventually paired with Remmy, and therefore Stacy was paired with Louis.



“Now that that’s settled,” Stacy said as she picked up a spray can of whipping cream. Danielle didn’t recognize the brand, so she wasn’t sure if the whipped cream came with the GUESS bag or if someone bought it separately. “Ladies, put out your hand.”



As she filled each palm with the puffy white sugar, she explained, “Challenge Five is a race. The women will put the whipped cream anywhere they want on their body, and the guys have to lick it all off. Whichever guy finishes first wins and gets 10 points. Second place gets 3 points.” The girls all sat down on the couch beside each other.



Danielle stared for a minute at the air-injected fluffed sugary concoction in her hand. Before tonight, she would definitely have preferred a guy to suck on her tits than go anywhere near her crotch with his tongue. But now that she has discovered the joys of cunnilingus, not to mention the fact that her breasts were raw and sore, she smeared the entire handful of whipping on her pussy that was already damp with anticipation. Danielle saw the others smearing some whipping on their crotch and some on their chests.



Remmy looked at her confused at first, probably because he was hoping to get his mouth on her luscious breasts again, but when the buzzer went off, he obediently dove down between her legs. Danielle slumped back and opened her legs as wide as possible on the crowded couch and closed her eyes and she felt him explore her inner thigh and pussy lips with his tongue.



As she relished the feelings in her groin when he drove his tongue deep into her wetness, she felt his hands reach up and search for her tits until his fingers were well buried into her fleshy mounds. She groaned as he lapped at her pulsing cunt and ate the whipped cream off her dripping wet thighs. Her erect nipples revealed her arousal even as he aggressively clutched her aching breasts and pulled on her nipples between his fingers.



Off to her side, she heard Christy shout, “He’s done!” and Danielle looked over and saw a few remants of whipping on Peter’s face as he licked the last bit off of Christy’s naked breasts. Remmy continued swirling his tongue inside of Danielle’s moist twat, and she moaned again as he dug his fingers into her swollen tits.



She was getting close to orgasm when she opened her eyes and saw that the last of the whipped cream was gone, so she said, “Done!” a few milliseconds before Stacy said the same thing. Remmy looked up at Danielle very pleased with himself how well he licked her pussy, and Danielle’s smile told him he had every right to be pleased. Still, her cunt was pulsing with unreleased sensations.



The women took damp towelettes and cleaned themselves off before proceeding to the next part. “Ok, this time the race is for the girls, same rules,” Stacy said as she sprayed equal but generous amounts of whipped cream into the guys hands. All three guys did the same thing once they say on the couch, in that they spread the entire contents of their whipping all over their stiff cocks. The women gave knowing glances to each other without the slightest surprise that this is what the every guy chose to do.



When the buzzer went off, Danielle opened her mouth wide and stuffed as much of Remmy’s cock into her mouth. All she could immediately taste was the flavor of sugary fluff, but underneath her tongue found the hard dick and she sucked as hard as she could to swallow as much whipping as fast as possible.



When her tongue found the head of his penis, she couldn’t help but linger there and lick the throbbing end of his cock, and she could hear him grunt in approval. She moved her lips to surround his tip, and she heard him groan which made her pussy moisten. As she bobbed her head up and down furiously on his shaft, she felt like his cock was swelling with cum. She heard someone else say, “Done,” but she didn’t stop sucking as hard as she could.



Remmy groaned loudly as Danielle’s mouth was suddenly filled with a mix of cum and whipped cream. She heard him say, “Done” as trickles of cream and cum drooled down the sides of her mouth and onto her massive chest. At first she was aghast at what had just happened, but when she looked up and saw the sexual gratification in his face, she found herself feeling delighted with what she had done to him.



“Ok, looks like I won that round,” Stacy said, “and Danielle came in second.” Christy looked up at Louis with a disappointed look but he was too busy smiling at the other guys to notice. “Next, we have Challenge Six. Whoever gets chosen has to spend three minutes with one of these silicone items,” Stacy continued as she held up a dildo and a plastic pussy. “Ten points for finishing, negative twenty if you don’t.”



When the dice landed on Christy’s number, Danielle was relieved. She knew that, despite her brush with climax that begged to be completed, her body desperately needed a break from all the fucking and stimulation.



Christy took the dildo from Stacy’s hand and smeared a generous portion of oil all over it. Danielle found herself mesmerized by the realistic veins on the glistening polyethylene, remembering a brief documentary she had seen years ago about how some dildos were created. A man with an extra large penis is used to put his cock into a larger shaft of liquid rubber. The difficulty was that he had to keep his dick stiff and erect for around fifteen minutes so that the rubber could harden around his cock to make a mold, but the man had to keep his erection without ever touching himself and keeping his penis perfectly still. She thought of that mans’ face, with his eyes clenched shut as he tried to conjure up whatever sexual image his brain could produce that could keep his erection going. As Christy rubbed the dildo against the lips of her cunt, Danielle smiled at the thought of the man who had, with difficulty and perseverance, kept up his large erection so that this moment could happen.



When Christy gasped as she slowly moved the dildo in and out of herself, Danielle felt the sharp twinge of pleasure in her own groin reminding her of her own unmet needs. She watched with fascination as Christy inserted the head of the dildo into herself and touched herself from every angle.



Christy’s eyes were barely open, but her mouth was smiling wide, as she seemed to completely enjoy stimulating herself. Danielle’s self-explorations were so self-conscious that she didn’t always succeed in achieving orgasm, so she couldn’t imagine doing anything like this in front of other people.



Yet Christy seemed so confident, so self-assured, so comfortable with herself, that she seemed to not mind one bit that other people were listening to her pant and squeal as she moved the dildo faster and faster in and out of her wet pussy. Her smile continued to brighten as she threw her head back and moaned in pleasure.



Her hands were now shoving the silicone cock hard into herself and Danielle could see the drops of wetness coming out of her pussy and being strewn in every direction. Christy’s gasps were getting higher in pitch, so much so that Danielle didn’t think her own voice had ever gotten that high.



The timer beeped, but Christy had apparently not quite done what she needed because her hands never slowed down. She continued thrusting the plastic into herself until she let out a half-shriek, half-moan and her entire arms became still and motionless. Her panting was so fast now, and Danielle wondered if Christy would hyperventilate.



Just when Daniele thought Christy might pass out, she let out a satisfied groan that hung in the air for several seconds as her body twitched and convulsed in orgasm. As her breathing slowed down to a more normal rhythm, Danielle felt a pang of jealousy when she saw Christy grin from ear to ear as she deftly slid the dildo out of her dripping wet cunt. Several people clapped in approval, and Christy bowed her head in appreciation.



“And now, it’s the guys turn,” Stacy said as she rolled the dice. The first roll was on Stacy’s number, so she rolled again. When it landed on Louis’s number, he snarled in disapproval. But considering he had just applauded what Christy did, Danielle thought to herself, surely he wouldn’t renege now.



Louis took the bottle of oil that had come with the game and poured a significant amount on the plastic pussy in his hand. He then rubbed the fake cunt up and down the shaft of his cock until the oil glistened on his dick and Danielle could see hints of rainbows shining from his stiffening cock. He stroked his cock several times, his fist clenching around the handful of polyethylene wrapped around his cock.



It was then that Danielle glanced up at Louis’s face and saw that he was staring right at her. His eyes had zeroed in on her body and he was pleasuring himself in front of her and everyone. For a second, Danielle was mortified, but then she realize that her naked body was able to make Louis stiff with pleasure and she actually felt proud. She realized her legs were crossed and her arms were draped over her torso, but now she put both her arms behind her back and spread her legs so that he could get a good look at her body.



As soon as she did, his thrusting fist moved even faster and she could see the lustful look in his eyes going over her tits and pussy. She began squeezing her nipples and she could hear him moan. When she dug her fingers into her own breasts, she could hear his panting become groans. Seconds later, she watched in fascination as small drops of cum shot out of his cock and arced into the air and onto the floor.



The buzzer had gone off amidst everyone’s applause, but Danielle and Louis were staring at each other, neither one blinking or breaking the gaze for even a second. Danielle could feel her nipples becoming hard and she was sure that he had noticed. But then she felt everyone’s eyes upon her and she realized they knew what had just happened between her and Louis. Stacy smiled approvingly, but she couldn’t tell what Peter or Remmy were thinking. Their smiles suggested they also approved of her growing sexual boldness, but their eyes had hints of jealousy.



“Next challenge, let’s see, Challenge Seven” Stacy said as she picked up the book, “this one is three minutes of masturbating in front of everyone, no toys of any kind. The ladies will be represented by… Danielle!” As several people clapped, Danielle felt her face become warm. After everything she had done tonight so far, she didn’t know why she suddenly felt a wave of terrifying embarrassment.



“What’s the matter, princess?” Peter looked at her with the smile of a cat playing with a helpless mouse. “Throwing in the towel?”



Danielle gritted her teeth, “No. I just… I’m getting prepared mentally.”



“Maybe I should get you physically prepared, huh?” he said laughing as he stroked himself. Remmy and Louis were smiling along with him.



Danielle put on a wide, fake smile. “It’s ok, I can get a pencil if I need that kind of preparation.” Remmy and Louis started howling with laughter, as did Christy and Stacy. Peter’s face turned to stone and stared blankly at Danielle as she sat smirking on a chair in front of the group.



Danielle closed her eyes and tried to mentally stop her heart from pumping as fast and loud as it was. If she was comfortable enough to watch Christy have an orgasm in front of the group, then she needed to be comfortable enough to do the same. She felt her hands become clammy as she took a deep breath.



Danielle leaned back in the chair and grabbed both of her breasts. She could feel her soft flesh pushing out between her fingers as she dug her hands into her chest. She closed her eyes and she rolled her nipples between her fingers, giving them a slight tug that pulled her skin out. Her right hand slid down her stomach and into her crotch.



At first she tried not to think about everyone else in the room, but when opened her eyes for a second and saw the men gaping rapturously at her pussy, she actually felt even more aroused. As she spread her legs wider, she rubbed the outer lips of her labia. She threw her head back and gasped when a jolt of sexual pleasure shot through her body as she used her fingers to spread the lips of her moist pussy apart.



Her left hand was now squeezing harder on her tit, kneading and rolling mounds of flesh through her fingers, as her right hand circled the wet folds of skin of her pussy. When she inserted two fingers into her pulsing cunt, her body shuddered and she could feel her breasts shake from the tremor.



She thought she could hear the men breathing faster as they watched her naked body, but she soon realized it was her own breathing. Again she plunged her fingers inside herself, and she spread her legs further apart so that she could push inside even deeper. By now, her fingers were dripping wet and she shoved her fingers into her pussy again and again and again. Her breathing quickened, and she squeezed her left nipple as hard as she could which made her moan with pleasure.



Danielle leaned to the right so that her head draped over the side of the chair as she draped her left leg over the arm of the chair. Her right hand was now furiously pounding into her pussy, and she could feel drops of wetness landing on her inner thighs, shaking from all the force she was using. Her left fingers dug straight into her breasts and she could feel her erect nipple peeking out from between her fingers as she gasped in rhythm with the hammering she was giving herself in her cunt. Danielle heard a squeal erupt from her throat as a wave of orgasmic pleasure burst from her loins and swept across her sweaty body.



She arched her back and continued hammering her groin, pausing briefly to swirl her fingers within the swollen, slippery walls of her vagina. As another wave of orgasm flooded her system, she felt the gasping and moaning in her throat become loud, staccato grunts of erotic pleasure. “UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” She tried to spread her legs even wider as she shoved her fingers deeper inside her at a faster pace. “UNGH! UHGH! YES!” She could feel her tits bouncing up and down as she continued fucking herself as hard as could. “UNGH! UNGH! YES! YES! UNGH!”



Another wave of intense pleasure washed across her body, which made her randomly jerk and twitch. UNGHUNGH The feelings were becoming too intense UNGHUNGH and she felt as if she were holding her breath UNGHUNGH when an orgasm exploded within her UUUUNNNNGH!! As her body relaxed and settled back into her chair, she lightly swirled her fingers around her throbbing pussy, dripping with wetness.



She opened her eyes and she saw looks of amazement on everyone in the group. Everyone that is, except Peter, who was holding his phone in front of him and apparently recording every second of her masturbation. “Hey!” she exclaimed.



Remmy looked over at Peter and smacked his cell phone down, “Come on, man. That’s not cool.” Danielle’s gratefulness toward Remmy was overshadowed by her mortification of being recorded.



“Fuck you,” Peter said irritated as he picked up his phone, “that was fucking awesome. That was one of the hottest things I have every witnessed in my life.” Hearing the admiration in his voice made Danielle oddly, and surprisingly, pleased with herself in a way that almost overrode her embarrassment. As someone who has been known all her life for being cold and prudish, she felt a strange sense of accomplishment for doing something that anyone would find the hottest thing ever.



Peter looked down at his phone and his face changed to horror, “Shit, I ran out of room! It didn’t record anything! Fuck!!” Danielle felt the heaviness lift off her body allowing herself to breathe again. As much as she appreciated the compliment, the thought that Peter would have a videotape of her to view whenever he wanted made her stomach tighten.



“Moving on,” Stacy said with an edge in her voice as she looked at Peter, “it’s the guys turn. And now it’s… oh, look it’s Peter!” The dice was positioned where Danielle couldn’t see it, which made her suspect that Stacy was being less than candid about where it landed. Danielle assumed Stacy wasn’t too pleased with Peter’s attempt to record the night’s activities and this was her way of exacting a little revenge.



If it was punishment she wanted, however, Peter didn’t seem the least bit bothered. Everyone sat in a semi-circle with Peter in the middle, who flashed a smile of suspicion at Stacy but didn’t protest. He poured a generous amount of oil on his hand and then he walked right in front of Danielle and started stroking his stiff cock.



He held his dick inches away from her face, so close that she could identify the rosemary herbs in the oil. Danielle shifted in her seat, but Peter kept his body in front of her. He stood over her, looking down on her, as he slid his hand up and down over his oily cock.



“Squeeze your tits for me,” he told her. Danielle looked over at Stacy, not knowing if this was permissible under the rules of the game, but Stacy shrugged her shoulders. Danielle looked up at Peter again as he licked his smirking lips. She couldn’t stop her eyes from darting down and fixing on the hard dick protruding into her face. “Come on! Like you did for Louis! Rub your tits for me!” She looked around the room, and everyone was staring at her, wondering what she was going to do.



Truth is, she didn’t know herself. Every time she looked at Peter, she felt like she could see a shadow covering up pieces of him. But after spending the last hour or so exploring her own sexuality in ways she never had before, she found herself craving every experience she could. She locked eyes with Peter and ran her hands over her chest.



As she dug her fingers into the soft skin of her tits, she saw him smile, “Oh yeah! Mmmm squeeze ‘em hard!” She gritted her teeth as she clenched her fingers as hard as she could, and she wasn’t sure if the smile on her face came from the orgasmic feeling of her raw, tender breasts or from the look of satisfaction as Peter pumped his cock faster and faster.

Suddenly, with a loud groan, his dick erupted with jism and Danielle realized just how close he was as globs of green cum spread all over her chest and face. “How about licking me clean, huh?” Peter asked.



He tried to press his sticky cock into her cheek, but she leaned back and pushed him away from her. She managed to mumble “I don’t think so” that she wasn’t sure if anyone could actually hear. Still, Danielle’s gaze focused on the drops of cum covering his hard dick, mere inches from her face, as he continued to rub himself slowly. When he walked away, Danielle turned her head away from everyone and quickly jutted her tongue out until it found one bead of cum on her cheek, just to see what it tasted like, and it didn’t taste near as bad as she thought it would.



“Ok, Challenge Eight,” Stacy said as she picked up the instruction book, “is talking dirty to someone. If you get someone to smile, you get 10 points. If they don’t smile, you lose 10 points. And the dice chooses… Danielle again!” Danielle wished she could go back and masturbate in front of the group again, since that would be far more preferable than this next challenge. “Pick someone to talk dirty to,” Stacy told her, “and then you have two minutes to get a smile from them. No touching of any kind. All you can do is talk. So who’s your victim?”



“Ok, I… um… I pick Louis.” After the intense moment they had a few minutes ago, Danielle hoped she could build off that and get a smile from him. She remembered an old boyfriend, Steve, who loved talking dirty whenever they had sex. She had tried, but she was always too self-conscious to get Steve aroused. They dated less than a month before they grew tired of each other, and Danielle couldn’t remember whose idea it was to break it off. As Louis sat down on a chair in the middle, Danielle tried to remember how he talked to her.



BEEP! “Oh… um… ok.” She didn’t realize the game would start so soon. “Oh Louis,” Danielle said breathlessly, “I really want you.. y’know… I want your penis…” She heard a few sniggers from the circle, “Your cock… mmm… oh your cock is so… I love it.” Danielle was hoping for some outward sign on Louis’s face that he was listening to her, but his face didn’t budge a muscle. “Put your tongue on my breasts and then FUCK me.” She thought the emphasis would be sexy, but somehow it came across as desperate.



“Fuck me with your… I want you to fuck me hard. Mmmm baby, give it to me!” Danielle wasn’t sure if she sounded as silly as she thought, but when she stole glances at people in the circle, she assumed it did. “Fuck me hard! Yeah, mmmm! I want you so bad!”



She decided this wasn’t working, so she positioned herself directly in front of Louis and began rubbing her tits. “Mmmm, I want you to fuck me so hard! And squeeze my tits, go ahead. Squeeze my big tits and fuck me as hard as you can!” His eyes were staring at her body, but no part of his face moved. “Come on, grab my boobs and fuck my pussy. I am so wet! I want you to fuck my wet pussy and… and put your face into my tits.” She used both her hands to jiggle her breasts, which she thought for sure would get a smile out of him. “My pussy is so wet. I want you to fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Fuck me hard!”



The timer went off, and Louis immediately let out a huge breath, “Holy shit! I didn’t know how much longer I was going to last!” His face beamed with giddy delight as he stared at Danielle’s trembling chest. Great, Danielle thought, NOW he’s smiling.



“And for the guys, we have…” Stacy rolled the dice, “Peter.”



He grabbed Danielle’s arm as she tried to sit in the chair around the circle, “No no no, YOUR chair is in the middle here,” and he pointed to the seat in the center. “I’m going to show you how this is done.” Fine, Danielle told herself, but she swore she was not smiling at anything he might say.



BEEP! Peter knelt down beside Danielle, “Y’know, when we stared this game, I didn’t think you had it in you. I thought you would have left by now. But you surprised me tonight. I’ve been watching you, and I can tell you’re enjoying this. I can see how much you like all of this. Admit it, your pussy has been dripping wet, hasn’t it? You want to be fucked, you love being fucked, and you want us to fuck you again, don’t you?” Danielle could feel her face become red. “What you were saying to Louis, that was true, wasn’t it? You want us to squeeze your tits and fuck you hard.”



Peter’s voice dropped lower as he put his head next to her ear, “You like the feeling of a good hard cock inside that wet pussy of yours, right? And you love feeling a tongue sliding across your tits and against your nipple. And you really love the feeling of being fucked over and over. You do, right?” Danielle stared ahead as she heard Peter whisper in her ear, “And you had no idea just how much you’d love someone eating your pussy, right?” Too late, Danielle realized she could feel her mouth start to smile. “And soon, you’re going to have cock after cock after cock fucking that tight little twat of yours, and you are going to love every fucking second of it, aren’t you?” Danielle tightened her mouth, but she couldn’t stop the ends from lifting up.



Everyone in the group announced they saw Danielle smile. She thought about protesting, that what she had done could barely be called a smirk, but she didn’t want to come off as a spoilsport. And the fact is, despite her resistance, she had smiled. She looked at the rest of the group with a sheepish I-got-caught look that let everyone know she wasn’t going to dispute what happened.



“Oh my,” Stacy said, reading ahead in the rulebook, “the Challenge Nine is called the Secret Threesome. We blindfold and handcuff one person, and he or she has five minutes to identify the two other people. Five points for each correct answer. We’ll roll to see who is going to take part. And the blindfold goes to… Louis!” Stacy handed the blindfold to Louis, who was grinning ear to ear. Stacy continued, “And now to determine who else is going to be a part of this. When Stacy rolled the dice two more times, she pointed to Christy and herself. The two of them approached Louis, who was already sitting on the couch obediently blindfolded and handcuffed.



Danielle’s eyes became wide as she watched her friend drop to her knees and swallow Louis’s entire erection into her mouth. Stacy’s head was bobbing up and down and Christy crawled into Louis’s lap and, holding both sides of his head firmly, shoved her chest into his face. Louis used his tongue to lap every inch of her firm tits as he could, all the while moaning from the intense blowjob Stacy was giving him.



Christy pushed Louis down so he was flat on the couch, then she turned her body around and sat on his face. She pressed her hands on his chest to keep her balance as she gyrated his hips on top of his face. At the same time, Stacy released his cock from her mouth and climbed onto his lap, carefully sliding his stiff dick into her wet pussy.



The two ladies were humping him from both sides so that his body was rocking to and fro in no particular rhythm. Danielle couldn’t tell exactly what Louis was thinking, since his face was completely covered with Christy’s groin, but the way he was bucking his hips into Stacy and straining his head, glistening with the wetness pouring out of Christy’s soaked pussy, made her think that Louis was enjoying himself immensely.



Stacy certainly was, since her gasps of pleasure were becoming faster and higher in pitch until, as her body pounded his groin harder and harder, her screams merged into one long squeal of delight. Her breasts were shaking uncontrollably as she vibrated her hips and clenched her pussy around his engorged cock, at least that’s what Danielle assumed.



Christy was also moaning as she slid her crotch slowly over Louis’s face. Once Stacy finished cumming, Christy gestured for her to move off of him. When Stacy had removed herself, Christy reached down and gently licked all the cum off his cock, all the while keeping her cunt firmly pressed against his head.



Just as Christy had removed every last drop of cum off his shaft, the buzzer went off, BEEP! She lifted her pelvis off of Louis, who immediately took a deep breath. Stacy was breathing heavy, but she tried hard to sound normal as she spoke, “So Louis, who do you think that was?”



“Definitely Christy,” he said smiling. “And… uh… the other one, wow she was slamming me hard… I’m going to guess Stacy.” Everyone erupted in applause, but Danielle felt a little hurt. She wasn’t sure if Louis guessed that Danielle would never have let loose like that, which made her a little angry, even if she did admit that belief was fully justified.



“For the ladies, it looks like it will be,” and Stacy gasped when the dice stopped, “me! Ok, someone else will have to do the selection,” and she handed the dice to Danielle. Once Stacy had been properly blindfolded and handcuffed, Danielle rolled the dice and the first one landed on Peter, the second roll landed on herself. She avoided looking at him as she approached Stacy, who was already lying on the couch.



She stared at Stacy’s breasts, not knowing exactly what to do. She knew how to stimulate a female breast; she certainly had done that to herself plenty of times over the years. But this would be the first time she ever stimulated someone ELSE’s breast, and she felt her heart racing faster.



Peter had already positioned himself at Stacy’s groin and was already sliding his hard cock in and out of her. Danielle decided that if she came across as timid, Stacy would know immediately who she was, so she pulled her hair back and playfully bit on Stacy’s erect nipple. Danielle rubbed her fingers all over Stacy’s tit as she continued munching on the nipple and flicking it with her tongue.



Danielle felt something in her crotch, and she realized that she was kneeling right next to Peter and he was sliding two fingers into her pussy. He never stopped thrusting his cock into Stacy, but now he was pumping his fingers inside of Danielle’s wet cunt at the same time. Danielle laughed at herself, since a few hours ago she would have been aghast but now found it incredibly arousing and exciting to be finger-fucked while gnawing on her best friend’s tits.



Peter was now slapping his hand against her ass hard as he shoved himself inside her, and Danielle couldn’t help but moan as wetness poured out of her. She spread her legs a little further apart so he could penetrate her even deeper, and he responded by pumping even faster. Danielle was trying to focus on fondling Stacy’s chest, but she found it hard to concentrate since she was about to orgasm yet again.



She squeezed Stacy’s breasts hard, and Stacy herself was moaning now as Peter continued pounding his cock inside her. But Danielle’s body quivered with excitement as Peter’s fingers hammering at her pussy made her orgasm, and she had to bite her lip from squealing.



BEEP! Danielle couldn’t believe five minutes had passed already, and she desperately wanted Peter to continue playing with her twat, but she obediently backed away from Stacy, as did Peter. Christy helped Stacy up and asked, “Well? Who do you think it was?”



As she was helped out of her handcuffs, she panted, “I’m pretty sure that was Peter, and…” she paused and looked at Danielle. “Was that YOU?”



Everyone applauded for Stacy, and Danielle blushed at the shock in her friend’s voice that implied Danielle was more of a slut than she realized.



“Ok, that’s ten points for me.” Stacy thumbed through the book as she caught her breath, “So now we need to add up all the scores and see who came in last.” Stacy took out the scorecard and quickly tallied up all the numbers. “Although it’s pretty easy to see that Danielle by far has the fewest points.”



“So what does that mean?” Louis asked as though he was licking his lips expectantly, which Danielle didn’t mind all that much.



“This is called the Lightning Round. Danielle, you’ll be blindfolded and handcuffed on this table here.” Before Danielle could say anything, Peter was already behind her pulling her arms back and clicking the handcuffs around her wrists. “Each person will have ten seconds to do anything they want to you and you have to identify them.” Her vision went dark as someone pulled the blindfold over her eyes and gently laid her down on the table. “At first, you get one person at a time and you get one point for each right answer. Then, you’ll get two people at a time, and you get two points for each right answer. As we add more people to the mix, you get more points. Any questions?”



Danielle shook her head and took a deep breath. Her pussy was drenching wet in anticipation and she felt as though every nerve in her body was on high alert. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest underneath her enormous tits that were shaking with eagerness. Peter’s words were still echoing in her head about how much she enjoyed being fucked, how she wanted a hard cock in her mouth, how she loved having her tits squeezed, how much she enjoyed having her pussy eaten, and more than anything how she couldn’t wait to be fucked again and again and again. She felt like a humongous whore for wanting these strangers to touch her and fuck her, but right now she really didn’t care. “Go ahead.”



Someone turned her head to the side and shoved his cock into her mouth. She sucked hard and realized that its girth and texture seemed familiar to her. BEEP! When the dick was pulled out of her mouth, she gasped, “Louis!” and was told she was correct.



She felt someone pinch her nipple and then shove it into their mouth. As the tongue lapped at her erect tit, she thought it felt like a male and the tongue was drier than the others. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm swell within her. BEEP! “Peter,” she said and was confirmed.



Someone pulled on her other nipple and bit down on the fleshy underside of her breast. The hair falling on her body must be female, and the way the person gnawed at her seemed rather bold. BEEP! “Christy,” she panted and was correct again.



Her legs were thrown apart and a stiff cock was shoved in her pussy, which would have made her gasp except someone else had grabbed her head and pushed another hard dick into her mouth. She sucked as hard as she could as the frenzied pounding in her pussy made her entire body rock back and forth, and she could feel her massive chest undulating in rhythm. She was close to orgasm now but she tried to stifle her yelps of pleasure to focus. She thought she could tell who was in her mouth by its width, but she had trouble identifying who the cock in her cunt belong to. BEEP! “Peter was in my mouth,” she gasped, “and I think, Remmy in my pussy.” She was right about Peter, but wrong about Remmy, so she made a mental note of how Louis’ cock felt inside her.



Now her legs were lifted straight up and she relaxed her pussy to allow another cock to come inside her. As he hammered away at her soaking wet cunt, her breasts were being licked and bitten by someone else. Her entire body convulsed as an intense orgasm rushed through her system. BEEP! “Uh, Remmy in my pussy and Stacy on my tits.” Two more correct answers.



She felt two people licking both of her erect nipples, and then the person on her left slid three fingers into her ass and was pumping as fast as possible. Her body was on fire, and she gasped and panted as the two mouths locked on her tender breasts were sinking their teeth into her soft skin. She could feel wetness pour out of her as the fingers rammed furiously in and out of her. BEEP! She had no idea who was there, so she guessed, “Um… Peter on my left and Christy on my right.” Neither one was correct.



This time, two more mouths were biting her raw nipples as she felt a hard cock being shoved inside her ass. Her body was shuddering in ecstasy from another orgasm ripping through her, and her gigantic tits were jiggling beneath the teeth clamped onto her erect tits. She surprised herself by groaning loudly, “UNGH!” and she could hear someone snickering off to the side. Danielle was moving her hips in rhythm to the cock that was pounding away at her tight asshole. She instinctively tried to press the two heads into her chest, but her hands were handcuffed beneath her behind her back. BEEP! She panted breathlessly, “Louis in my ass, Stacy on my left tit, Christy on my right.” Two correct answers.



An oiled silicone dildo was forced into her pussy and a naturally hard cock was shoved into her mouth. Two hands squeezed her tits hard and, even though it hurt, she liked the pain and arched her back in appreciation. Her head was upside down as the cock in her mouth was pushed farther in until she could feel the stiff cock throbbing inside her throat. The shaft in her pussy was going in and out of her so hard that she wondered if the heat in her pussy was from the friction or from her own arousal. BEEP! Cum exploded in her throat and by the time his cock was pulled out of her, her mouth was coated with warm, stick jism that splurged out onto her face. “Louis in my pussy, Remmy in my mouth, and , uh, Stacy on my tits.” Only one was right.



The dildo was never pulled out of her, and there was only a second pause before someone else started slamming the silicone device into her soft, wet cunt. She felt another dildo pushed into her ass, and she arched her back to allow it. Two more mouths were eating her sore tits, and she could feel her humongous breasts shuddering as her body spasmed from another orgasm. “UNGH!” she screamed, “UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” Fingers were pressing into her mammaries and her hips were bucking in rhythm to the pounding in her cunt. She could still taste the warm saltiness of the leftover cum around her mouth and tongue. BEEP! “I… I don’t know,” she panted with a smile, “forget the game. Just fuck me.”



She opened her mouth wide so that another cock could be pushed into her esophagus, and she spread her legs wide to allow someone to pull the dildo out of her cunt and insert his own stiff rod into her drenched, waiting pussy. She felt lips and fingers all over her chest, exploring every inch of her massively large tits, making her raw nipples so hard and erect that they hurt. She could feel the stimulation of the dildo still firmly wedged into her tight ass.



She sucked hard on the cock in her mouth, and she used her jism-soaked tongue to lick his shaft as it was repeatedly thrusted into her jaw. Her crotch was sore from the constant fucking she had done all night, but she didn’t care about that. All she cared was that the dick impaling her throbbing cunt not stop until her body was too exhausted to generate any more orgasms.



The timer had gone off but no one touching Danielle’s body stopped what they were doing; in fact, she was thankful that she heard someone turn the timer off. Her tits were covered with tongues and fingers and teeth as they fondled her mounds of flesh, bit her tender nipples, and licked her raw, sensitive skin until her tits quivered with pleasure. She wanted to moan in appreciation, but the stiff cock pumping in and out of her mouth made that impossible.



She could feel the dick in her mouth swell and she thought it would erupt with cum at any second, but it was her pussy that felt the burst of sticky jism fill her soft, wet vagina. An orgasm raced through her body, and her tits began flapping and flailing so much that the fingers gripping her breasts had to clench even tighter. The dick in her pussy didn’t stop, however, and kept thrusting inside her, which caused globs of cum to spray out onto her thighs and abdomen.



Suddenly her mouth was filled cum and she found its warm saltiness to be enjoyable, so she swallowed as much sticky jism as she could. As someone pumped the dildo in and out of her ass a few times, the cock in her mouth also kept thrusting into her jaws and she felt drops of cum scatter onto her face and neck. She desperately used her tongue to lick the cum covered shaft pushing into her mouth, and once it was removed, she licked her lips and cheeks trying to lap up whatever specks of jism were reachable.

(This story involves sex with the undead, ghosts, and perhaps a very unfortunate end for our protagonist. If that isn’t your cup o’ tea, I understand. But darling Bella will be a recurring character in some of my work,)









Bella wasn’t your ordinary college student.



Honestly, Bella wasn’t ordinary, period.



If you saw Bella first thing in the morning, you would think she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Her long reddish hair and piercing green eyes were a perfect combination, but what always got the attention of boys were her round, firm, and supple breasts. They were DD’s, which would be impressive on any girl, but were incredible on her 5’10 frame.



But then things got interesting. The tattoos that covered her body were bizarre. Everything from hearts and stars to zombies and werewolves. She was nearly covered in tattoos from her neck down. She’d put on all sorts of mascara and eyeliner, and she was never without her adorable pigtails.



Now, the guys are her school were not stupid. They saw past her piercings and make-up.



“Tattoos? Piercings? I bet she’s a freak in the sheets” they’d muse.



But she would just roll her eyes.



“Stupid oafs. Useless trolls. You couldn’t handle this” she would spit as she spanked herself and walked away, grinning.



She might have been a tough kid, but she was still a girl, and what girl doesn’t enjoy making boys squirm.



Unfortunately… There was a price. All the teasing, prodding, joking, it made the college jocks angry. So one night, leaving an “Asking Alexandria” concert, they ambushed her. They wore masks, but she recognized them.



“Frat pigs” she spat at them. “Help!” she screamed. They began to close in on her but she managed to kick one in a very uncomfortable place and take off into the darkness.



She knew that they could easily outrun her, and would be on her soon, so she started using her wits. She had to go somewhere they couldn’t find her, that they wouldn’t chase her. As she burst around the corner a deserted alley, she saw it.



A graveyard.



She almost laughed.



If there was anywhere that a girl like her would go where they couldn’t follow… She eagerly ran through the open gate and dove behind a tree.



She saw the small mob tear by, desperately searching for her.



“Shit. She got away.”



“Where did she go man?!”



She giggled.



She couldn’t wait to report them to the police.



Literally. She waited until they were out of sight and she pulled out her phone.



That’s when everything went to hell.



Her phone shut off.



It was the strangest thing. It didn’t power down or flicker off. It just went cold.



She tried to turn it back on, but she dropped it, and couldn’t see where it fell.



“Fuck… Alright, I’ll just buy another one” she said, admitting defeat. But as she tried to leave, the gate slammed shut.



Bella was a Goth chick. Scene girl. Whatever you want to call that kind of girl, so she definitely had sensibilities about the undead and the supernatural.



She’d heard stories… Pretty girls who were found in graveyards… Used… Worn out… Dead.



She gulped.



They were just stories, she told herself.



Legends.



Still… The idea of being ravaged, slaughtered by the undead excited something deep in her.



Her nips grew hard and her heart raced, she felt the familiar tingle as she got wet downstairs.



She shook her head and started running.



She stopped.



She was smarter than this.



Busty, sexy girl, running through the graveyard… In heels? Next she would trip over a stray root or her own feet and voila… Damsel in distress.



She sat down and began to take off her heels…



Unfortunately she wasn’t smart enough.



She tried to move her legs but her feet were stuck in the ground.



Then she felt it…



A rumbling beneath her.



Suddenly a hand shot out of the ground…



A rotten hand.



Green, cold, and missing chunks of flesh.



How did she know it was cold?



Because it was grabbing her ankle.



She screamed.



Slowly one, two, THREE men crawled out of the dirt.



They were disgusting. Eyeballs missing, skin rotten, chunks, even limbs missing from his naked body. She tried not to puke, but her jaw dropped when her view fell.



For a few dead guys without heartbeats…



All three of the zombies were hung.



Her eyes shot open.



The legends were true.



“NO!” she shrieked. They were going to rape her.



“No!” she screamed again. “Please don’t”.



But her cries fell on deaf undead ears.



They kept advancing on her and she couldn’t move.



Two more hands shot out of the ground and grabbed her wrists.



Another pair of hands emerged and ripped her clothes off with ease and proceeded to knead her breasts.



She tried to resist, but her body was betraying her.



One of the zombies crept within inches of her and aimed its huge cock near her face. She tried to keep her mouth closed, but a cold, dead hand roughly grabbed her pigtails.



She gasped, and the zombie took the opportunity.



The zombie forced its huge dick down her throat and began to fuck her face.



Tears started to roll down her face as she desperately tried to get air between thrusts.



His dick was mostly intact but it tasted awful.



Soon the zombie started thrusting faster and in a few moments, he pulled it out and emptied it onto her face.



She had let her boyfriend’s cum on her face before, but usually it was only a string or two.



The zombie’s orgasm never seemed to end. It probably took around 10 seconds, but it felt like a lifetime to Bella.



She felt the gross, warm liquid splash into her face over and over, dripping down her chin and onto her huge breasts, which were still being held together by the zombie.



But then something incredible happened. After finishing his orgasm, the zombie let out a ghastly moan and turned to dust.



Bella had hope.



With only two zombies left, if Bella could get them to orgasm… She might make it out alive.



So she gulped, here goes nothing.



She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, offering her throat to the next zombie.



If the zombie could have laughed, it would have. Bella felt the hands on her wrists pull her hands down, leaving her on all fours.



“Oh no…” she whimpered as she realized the zombie had other things in mind.



It slowly lurked around her and groaned as he slid to his knees.



She was soaking wet from all the excitement of the evening, but even then she wasn’t ready for the 10 inch undead dick that violated her.



She winced as the zombie slowly rocked in and out of her.



She was ashamed of how good it felt.



She had never been fucked by a cock that big before.



She was even more ashamed when she had the first orgasm of her life.



But she couldn’t help it.



It felt so good.



Her breathing started to get irregular, she can’t focus on anything.



Not the dirt on her body. Not the undead cum on her face. Her whole body shakes uncontrollably and can’t help but enjoy the way her body betrayed her.



Thankfully, it must have felt good for the moving corpse too, because soon she felt the disgusting juices fill her vagina.



She shivered as he pulled out and the rest of the cum hit her back.



She looked back and he was still there, moaning away.



She began to fear that he wouldn’t turn to dust.



Thankfully for Bella, she was wrong.



As his huge dick shriveled, he collapsed into dust and bone.



One zombie left.



She was actually excited.



The third and final zombie had the biggest dick of the three.



All she had to do was take this huge dick in her pussy and she would get to go home?



She was a Goth girl; this was going to be something she masturbated to for the rest of her life.



That’s when yet another hand shot out of the ground and grabbed her throat, pulling her close to the ground.



She gasped for air as the unrelenting grip crushed her windpipe.



She hardly noticed the hands on her ankles sliding up to the knees and forcing her ass up.



She focused on breathing.



If she could get through one more fuck, she could get away.



She was growing impatient as the well-endowed zombie stumbled over to her rear.



All she wanted was his big dick to violate her.



To make her feel like she was melting again.



And then to get the fuck out of there.



That’s when something awful happened.



She felt the huge, hard dick slap with a sickly sound on her ass… But he didn’t move down for her pussy…



Her eyes shot open as the zombie roughly rammed her ass.



She screamed as loud as she could, but this zombie had endurance. He slammed into her hard and fast, over and over for what felt like forever.



“It can’t get any worse” she thought to herself.



And then it did…



Out of the ground… Burst three more zombies.



The mayhem went on and on for the rest of the night. Zombies came from the ground and abused her throat, ripping her hair out and cumming everywhere from her tits to her throat while the big zombie in the back destroyed her ass.



After a while, she just learned to love it.



Each zombie was just as well-endowed as the last and she had a dozen orgasms.



Eventually, the hands from the ground turned to dust and the final zombie pulled out and walked around. He aimed his huge member at Bella’s empty, soulless face, and let go.



It looked like somebody was washing her down with a firehose.



A hilariously unrealistic stream of cum bathed her until she couldn’t breathe.



At last, the huge zombie turned to dust, leaving Bella alone, used up, and covered in the cum of the undead.



She tried to get up; she used all the strength she had left… But she couldn’t move.



The cum had some sort of numbing effect on her and she couldn’t move. She felt herself start to sink into the earth.



The sun started to rise on the opposite end of the graveyard, and she screamed.



She fought and fought with everything that she had and she heard voices coming from the gate.



“Help!” she screamed. “Please god… Help me”.



She felt several strong hands lifting her out of the muck and carrying her out of the graveyard.



When she opened her eyes, she saw her saviors.



And realized they were the frat guys from the night before.



Oh boy.

Felicia always seemed to be a sweet girl and was always very innocent. She was extremely beautiful and had a perfect body. DD breasts and a large bubble butt that gave any man a raging one just to see her walk. She had an hourglass shape with brunette hair and blue eyes to get lost in. She would always show her body off wearing tight clothes to and from the gym she works at. She was supper model height for a lady and was absolutely jaw dropping all the way around. What people didn’t realize was her wildly horny side.



Yes, Felicia was always horny and she never knew why. She never bothered to question it. Her boyfriend had just broke up with her after two years of pleasuring her and she didn’t know what to do without him. She would have to find a alternate release. She would masturbate but it never seemed to do the trick. She would soon learn her problems would be over soon.



To get to her gym she had to cross a college campus. This campus was the Shawnee campus. She always got turned on by seeing some of the sexy men who went there and even the ones who would work out in her gym.



It was any other normal day except Felicia wasn’t here to work out today. She planned to just fill out some papers and take some checks to deposit. Today she wore short jean shorts that showed off the very bottom of her ass and a pink thong and sports bra. She walked across campus as she got looks from just another every guy there. She loved the attention and even gave a couple of winks on her way to the gym. She unlocked the door and went inside to her office. It was closed on Sundays so no one would be there. She went into her office and sat down.



“God I really don’t want to do this” she said to herself as she booted up her computer. She hated doing this and keeps meaning to remind herself to hire someone to do it for her. Again she would likely forget. She went away filing papers and entering new members into the computer. Finally she would take the checks to the bank and return to finish up.



“What could I do to make this interesting” she thought and had a light bulb go off. She pulled her jeans down and moved her thong to the side. She opened and door and pulled out a butt plug. She lubed it up and slowly in and out got it to go farther and farther in. She moaned the whole time and finally it went in the full way.



“Ahhhh, that never gets to be an old feeling” she would wear it to the bank and back while walking the whole way. She pulled her shorts back up and walked out. She hoped someone might notice as the thought of their reaction turned her on. Well, more on than before. She walked the full half mile there not trying to hold her walk steady making it pretty obvious. She’d never done this before and kind of liked it. She then returned to the gym and found the front door wide open.



“Shit how did I forget to lock?” She asked herself. Then she realized her shenanigans made her lose focus. She walked in slowly after shutting the door behind her. It didn’t seem anyone was there and she walked to her office where she took her plug out and put it back. She finished up and left her office.



“Hello Licia,” someone said in the dark. She was startled and couldn’t see a thing. She knew only one person called her that and his name was Mark. She struggled to find the switch and turned it on to find ten guys all in the newly lit room. She fell backwards in astonishment.



“What the fuck are you guys doing? You know the gym is closed on Sundays,” she yelled in frustration and approached Mark.



“Sorry, we just thought we’d surprise you, ya know, be spontaneous,” he said as she got right in front if him.



“Well don’t do it again, you almost killed me,” she said, “What do you want anyways?”



“Ahhhh that’s the surprise,” and quickly two guy grabbed her arms and tied them above her head to a rope on the ceiling.



“Fuck Mark! What are you doing?” She yelled.



“Well we know how horny you get and thought we’d show you a good time besides we all graduate in a few months so we thought we would give you a parting gift.



“What are you going to do to me!?” She asked already knowing the answer.



“Shhhhh enough questions,” said another guy named Alex who pulled down her jean shorts. They were thought to get off with the extra size she has. They all pulled their shorts off leaving some naked and others with just their underarmor.



“Please don’t!” She yelled. Some thing was telling her not to do this as they removed her thong and exposing her most private areas. Her tan line appeared all around as Alex slapped her butt a few times.



“Mark will you do the honors?” He asked. Mark didn’t hesitate to step up to the plate as he was in black sleeveless underarmor. He rubbed her pussy as she became hot.



“Damn, you’re moist already!” He shouted as the others laughed. Mark was definitely the biggest she’d ever seen. He grabbed the back of her legs and pulled them around her as her arms kept her upper body in check. Mark played a little bit and rubbed his 10″ cock around her pussy lips. He plunged in as she let out a loud moan.



“Oh my god! You’re- you’re huge!” She cried out as Mark pumped in and out.. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Her body was all in but her mind told her not to like it. His cock was so big and fat it spread her pussy wider with each pump. He then reached around and shoved three of his fingers inside of her asshole. He stopped and made her lick them clean before continuing. Alex came up behind her started to play with her asshole. He then removed her sports bra revealing her large breasts to everyone. He slapped them a few times and spit on her asshole. He put the tip of his cock onto her asshole and slowed plunged his way in.



“Hey guys, she prepared her asshole for us! What a good slut!” He said and slapped on of her titties. Mark leaned over and started to suck on them.



“Oh my god! Guys! Please! Stop!” She yelled at her double penetrators. She’d never done this before. Her body was slowly melting not it. Her juices pushed past Mark’s fat cock and drip onto the floor.



Alex and Mark found a rhythm and went in and out at the same time. She could barely hang on. She couldn’t as her tits were slapping together with each upward movement.



“Oh my god!” She cried out. Mark pulled out as her juices soaked the floor. Alex kept going which only made the orgasm more powerful and last longer, “Ah! Don’t stop! It feels so good! Fuck my ass! Fuck it harder!” Alex was pumping so hard his balls were slapping into her wet pussy. Alex almost came and didn’t want to shoot his load right away so he pulled out quickly. He let her down as she could barely stand up. They cut her lose a spend she fell to the floor in her post orgasmic rush.



“I want all of you to have a turn with me,” she said in between breaths. She got smirk on her face as she realized she was about to be gang-banged by all of these men. She licked her lips in lust as they all approached her.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Last Week



The phone was ringing. West rolled over with a grunt and grabbed at it. “…Hello?”



“West.”



“Master!” West sat up in bed, shirtless and looking divine. “I’m sorry, my lord, I was…”



“You’re fine. I’m just calling to give you new orders. The month is at an end. At the end of this week I want you and James to visit me at the school. We’re having…a recruitment drive. A big one.”



“I see, my lord.”



“Tell James, and I’ll contact the rest of my angels.”



“Yes, my lord, I’ll tell him. I look forward to seeing you. It’s been too long.”



“Only one more week,” Jacob said.



“Take care, my lord.”



“You, too,” Jacob said, and the phone went bed.



West smiled and hung up the phone. His month of exile was coming to an end, and soon he would see his beautiful master once more. He shook James, who was asleep beside him, awake.



James grumbled and pulled his handsome face from beneath the blankets. “What?”



“You need to wake up and listen, because I have our new orders.”



The next morning Jack walked to class with Maggie. She was close to him, as usual, using her body heat to keep him warm. Jack was detailing the big plans he had for the weekend.



“Well, it’s too bad that I’m going to miss everything.” She was wearing a tight sweater that hugged her sizable chest and a tight pair of blue jeans. The way her breasts bounced indicated that she had foregone a bra. “I mean, I guess I could stay if you want…”



“No, no, you go home and see your family. To tell the truth, I’ll be too busy to pay you the attention you deserve anyway.”



Maggie pouted. “Well, still, I don’t need to get fucked. I can just stay and, you know, help. You’re my god now, Jack, and I don’t know if you’ve figured it out yet, but I’m a very devout believer.” She reached down and grasped his crotch suggestively.



Jack jumped a bit. “Oh, I can tell, and I appreciate it, but I’m not questioning your loyalty. It’s just that your family is important, and there’s not much for you to do, honestly. This is god and angel work.”



“So, you’re saying I would be in the way?”



“No, but if it will make you feel better about going home then I can pretend. Besides, now that you’re my slut you can go home and evangelize about my greatness. Spread my gospel, maybe even start recruiting your family. Wouldn’t it be nice to have your parents and sisters bowing to me?”



“I’ve never thought about it, but sure, I guess that would be nice.” She pressed her full chest against him and leaned in. “Maybe I could help you get into bed with my sister. Watch you fuck her deep and make her your slut.”



Jack grinned. “Keep that up and we might have to find an empty supply closet before we go to class.”



“That’s kind of what I was going for,” she said before parting from him and sashaying her hips dramatically. She lead him to class that way and looked back periodically to make sure he was watching.



When they made it to class they took their seats by each other. Maggie smiled at Jack. “Why, you seem flustered, is something wrong?”



“Maggie, you wait around after class, and I’ll give you one hell of a show to remember me by. Let’s just put it that way.”



There was a lustful glow in her eye as she said, “Oh, I can’t wait!”



After class Jack kept Maggie with him, and they approached Mrs. Meter together. Maggie was giddy with excitement and nearly bouncing as she walked. She kept a smile firmly fixed on him as they made their way to the front of the room. Jack couldn’t help but laugh.



“You are really excited to get me into bed, aren’t you?”



She shoved him gently. “Of course I am. If you have complaints then you shouldn’t have made me a slut in the first place.” She ran her a hand along her figure, tracing the bulging shape of her unrestrained breasts. “Because I guarantee that all of your sluts are just as eager as I am to spend some time with your big, delicious cock.”



“You do realize that you won’t have me all to yourself though, right?”



Maggie looked to Mrs. Meter, who was busy packing up her things. “Her, right, you’re going to fuck our teacher in front of me, aren’t you,” she asked.



Jack smirked. “Maybe. Why, would that make you jealous?”



“No, of course not, master. You fuck whoever you want. If you want to fuck both of us then I’m fine with that. If you want me to tit-fuck you while you’re fucking her ass then I’ll do it. As long as you are happy I am happy, master.”



Jacob slipped one arm around her broad, womanly hips and said, “The answer of a true slut. You’re coming along nicely. Now then, allow me to introduce you to the real Mrs. Meter.”



Jack approached his teacher with Maggie in tow. When Mrs. Meter saw them she looked them over. She seemed to size Maggie up before turning her full attention to her master. If she was threatened or jealous she didn’t show it.



“Hello there, Mr. Hillton.”



“Don’t you mean Master Hillton?”



Mrs. Meter cast a quick glance at Maggie. “I see that you’ve invited a guest this time.”



“Does that bother you?”



“No, master, of course not. Whatever you want is fine with me.” She slipped her bag on and let Jack slipped his free hand around her waist. “Besides, I know from personal experience that you’ve got more than enough cock for two women to share.”



Maggie laughed. “Are you kidding? He probably has enough for a hundred women to have their fill.”



“Ladies, ladies, while I enjoy having two beautiful women talk about how big my cock is, I do have a tight schedule. So, let’s find somewhere private so that I can give you two the fucking of your lives.



Maggie leaned in and kissed Jack on the cheek before whispering into his ear, “I think you’ve already given me that.” On the other side of him Mrs. Meter gave a throaty laugh.



On the way to the office Mrs. Meter seemed to open up to Maggie. Jack’s presence put her at ease, and his aura opened up new parts of her that were closed off before. She had harbored some resentment toward Maggie for her young, shapely figure, but by the time they reached the office Jack had turned that into pride at serving Jack beside the young beauty.



Mrs. Meter locked the door behind them and then wriggled her way to the desk to drop her things off. The office was quite cramped with three bodies stuffed inside. The tight spaces made Jack’s scent swell quickly, and between that and the lustful energy each woman gave off he soon had them squirming without raising a single finger.



Jack tried to work his way toward the center of the room but had difficulty. The chair ended up flipped underneath the desk. Maggie nearly tumbled over him as he slipped past her, and her braless chest pressed heavily against him. They fell into a nearby wall and into a deep, impassioned kiss.



While they kissed Mrs. Meter kneeled down undid Jack’s pants. She extracted his limp godhood from within and jerked and sucked on him with all the love and passion she had in his bones. Maggie stepped over Mrs. Meter and stood above her while continuing to kiss Jack’s perfect mouth.



With both hot bodies pressed against him Jack staggered and fell back onto Mrs. Meter’s desk. He slipped his hands up Maggie’s blouse, finding her full bosom hidden beneath. Their kiss deepened, filling with fire and heat. She sucked hungrily on his tongue before parting, and together they lifted her blouse and tossed it aside.



Below Jack was now full erect. His divine scent had filled the room. Mrs. Meter had removed her panties and slid onto his cock, which was sticking from between Maggie’s legs. She stopped when her ass hit Maggie’s.



“You’re so fucking big,” Mrs. Meter crooned. “You’re the biggest cock in the world, and I love every inch.” She moved like a piston, fucking him relentlessly from the start. Each backward thrust sent the gradually disrobing Maggie against him, and soon she was nearly sitting on his lap on the desk.



With effort Maggie extricated herself from the tangle of bodies and yanked her pants off. By this time Mrs. Meter was bracing herself against the door and Jack had taken charge. He clutched her hips tightly and pulled her up and down his shaft with a fury. Eventually she lost her grip and fell forward with her ass up in the air.



Maggie lifted a leg and fingered herself to the sight. While watching she pretended that Jack was fucking her, an easy task with his glamour fogging her mind. Each wonderful thrust radiated pleasure, and Maggie could feel it washing over her. In turn, they could feel her pleasure as she slid three long fingers into her loving snatch.



Soon Maggie and Mrs. Meter were howling in combined pleasure. They both crested on the pleasure high. Maggie squealed her love for Jack, but Mrs. Meter could only mutter incoherent gibberish that amounted mostly to praise for his cock.



Jack felt their combined orgasm and let the pleasure seep into his. His vision blurred, and his mind strained for control. On instinct he kept fucking whatever body was before him, driving his dick into the depths of her tight, hot snatch. He made them shout his name and praise his power, and without moving he fucked them both senseless.



His orgasm came in relatively short time, and when it did both women collapsed. Though only Mrs. Meter had the pleasure of accepting his load, Maggie could almost feel him pumping within her body and fell to the floor as a string of orgasm assaulted her.



Jack rode out his orgasm, yanking Mrs. Meter up and down his cock a few more times before releasing her. He pulled out and cum gushed out from her used and abused pussy. She fell in a tired heap by the door while he kneeled beside Maggie, who stared at his cock adoringly before licking it clean.



“Thank you, master, thank you…” Mrs. Meter sighed contentedly, her head down by the door, and her body folded on itself.



Maggie sucked the crown of his cock, capturing his excess sperm, and then said, “I swear you were in me. God, that was amazing…” before licking the side of his soiled shaft.



Jack stood and looked at the clock. He was late for his history class but didn’t care. Righting Mrs. Meter’s office chair he took a seat and orders his two sluts into position. Though tired and spent, they both hustled into their spots at his side and went to reinvigorating him with their mouths.



“As promised, Maggie, I’ll give you at least one nice, long fucking before the weekend,” he said as he swelled. “Besides, I think if you fuck me well enough Mrs. Meter might we willing to give you an A for the semester…”



Mrs. Meter smiled. “Any slut who brings you pleasure automatically passes my class with a perfect score.”



“There you go, Maggie. So, remember, your grade is on the line.”



When he was hard Maggie lined up and slid down his shaft. She gasped when he hit bottom and said, “Oh, I think I’ll earn myself an A+…”



As expected, Jack didn’t make it to his history class. He spent the entire hour fucking Maggie senseless. When he was finished Maggie and Mrs. Meter cleaned him thoroughly and sent him on his way.



He had to rush to make it to his psychology class and didn’t have time to bathe. So, when he entered the classroom he still reeked of sex, and the natural strength of his glamour was increased.



Even were his powers not amplified, Mrs. Pratt was obsessed. She couldn’t get her mind off of him all week. All night and all day she thought about him, even at home with her husband. Somehow Jack changed her when he fucked her. He became something more than just a sexy student or a wonderful mistake. On the day that they fucked Jack became her god.



Time apart from him only cemented this concept to her, and his appearance in her class reignited flames of arousal. His disheveled hair, muscular frame, and masculine scent left her reeling with arousal. Her nipples hardened and chaffed against her blouse uncomfortable, and her pussy gushed.



She watched him move and kept a nearly constant watch on him through class. Jack kept his head down and pretended to ignore her. He wrote in his notebook and read from his book while secretly manipulating her light. Without her knowledge he infiltrated her mind, and he teased and twisted her into form.



After class he waited with his notebook out as all of the students in the class poured out into the hall. When they were alone Mrs. Pratt packed her bag and approached his desk anxiously.



“I noticed that you were almost late to class. Looks almost like you slept in.”



“Is that all you have to say to me?”



Mrs. Pratt cast a cautionary glance toward the empty classroom before licking her lips and saying, “Hello, master, I am awaiting your command.”



“That’s better,” Jack said, and he looked up at her and into her soul. She shined completely pink, possessed by him.



“You seemed distracted during class. I hardly got a glance out of you.”



Jack smirked. “I was taking very close notes. Would you like to see?”



She nodded and leaned over his desk to inspect his notebook closely. Jack had wrote a long, winding narrative about her fall and transformation into his slut. Near the end he simply wrote, “You are my slut. You are my slave. You belong to me completely, and once class is finished and we are alone I plan to shove my massive cock so deeply inside of you that you will feel it in your soul.” By the time she finished reading Mrs. Pratt was blushing and cock hungry. She stood straight and smiled down at him.



“Those notes are quite…impressive. How long until we perform a practical examine and put what you’ve written to the test?”



Jack grinned and closed his notebook. “Good things come to those who wait,” he said while packing his bags. He joined her beside the desk. “I will fuck you, Mrs. Pratt, have no doubt about that, but we must take care of something important first.”



“And what exactly is more important than fucking me,” Mrs. Pratt asked. She straightened her back out and pushed her chest forward to draw his attention. She had been waiting all weekend for him to fuck her, and she didn’t like the idea of waiting any longer.



“Your husband is what,” Jack said while leading her out of the room. “I think it’s about time that he learned the truth about our relationship. I assume that you’ll have no problem with that.”



Initially Mrs. Pratt didn’t know how to answer. While she was Jack’s slut, she still loved her husband deeply. They had been married for well over thirty years, and though she was willing to betray her vows to him she had no interest in hurting him.



On the other hand, Jack was her master and her god, and when she looked into his eyes she wanted only what he wanted. Ultimately, she gave up her life and her commitment to her husband so that she could be Jack’s slut. That meant his desires and pleasures came first. She was HIS, and that meant he was due whatever pleasure she could bring him. If he craved her husband’s humiliation and heartbreak, then she would give him just that.



She led him down the hall, toward the adjunct instructor’s office. While they walked he kept his arm about her waist unabashedly. Any student who passed them saw how he owned her, and it seemed their secret would be out regardless of her answer.



“You’ve gotten very silent.”



“I was thinking.”



“And?”



“And…I am your slut, master, and so I will do whatever you ask.”



“Are you sure about that?”



“I live for you now. I want only what you want, and so if you wish to show my husband how you’ve made me into a slut then I have no right or reason to refuse you.”



“That’s just the answer I wanted to hear,” Jack said, and he lowered her hand to cup her ass. “I hope you’re ready, because I plan to give him one hell of a show.”



The adjunct instructor’s office was an average sized room housing three desks. It was shared by all adjunct instructors for breaks between their classes. That is where they waited for Mr. Pratt after class. Mrs. Pratt sat on the desk while Jack took a chair in front of her. Idly, he ran a hand along her thick thighs while they waited.



At that time in the afternoon she and Mrs. Pratt often had the office to themselves. Few instructors actually used the office, and the Pratts only did so because they would drive to school together.



When Mr. Pratt finally did show up there was little chance of being caught, but Jack was still cautious and stood to apply his runes. Mr. Pratt noticed them waiting but didn’t make much of a fuss. He simply rubbed his mustache and put his briefcase on a free desk.



The entire time Jack was trying to dominate Mrs. Pratt he was also wearing down Mr. Pratt. He had broken into the old man’s weeks before, and each night Mrs. Pratt went home smelling of Jack only made his presence that much stronger. Even without direct action Jack could tell Mr. Pratt was his. It was in the way the old man shined.



Mr. Pratt stuffed his hands in his pocket and looked his wife and Jack. Carnal images came to his mind unwillingly. Mrs. Pratt bent over the desk. Mrs. Pratt covered in semen. Mrs. Pratt choking on Jack. The old man seemed to fold into himself.



“…Jack, did you need something?”



Jack smiled. He could see the fear and worry in Mr. Pratt’s soul. Every night for the past week Mr. Pratt had masturbated to such fantasies, lost in a mixture of disgust and fascination. Simply being in Jack’s presence was giving him an erection.



Jack took Mrs. Pratt’s hand and pulled her close. He slipped one hand around her waist and used the other to pull her shirt down over the shoulder. Her skin was soft and pale, and Jack planted a small, delicate kiss on her shoulder while staring into her husband’s eyes.



“You have a beautiful wife,” Jack said. He moved his hands and cupped Mrs. Pratt’s breasts through her shirt. He hefted them up while she moaned. “She’s stacked and smart, and she fucks like a goddess. I wanted her from the moment I saw her, and guess what? I took her.”



Jack released her breasts and swatted her ass. “Get naked for us, slut. Show your husband the body that now belongs to me.”



Mrs. Pratt lifted her shirt slowly and said, “Yes, master.” She wore a purple, lacy bra that could barely contain her large, pale breasts. They nearly came tumbling out when she lifted her arms, and one hard, red nipple stuck out after she tossed the shirt aside.



Next she stripped her pants. They fit tightly to her shapely legs, and she had to bend at the waist and stick her ass out toward her husband in the process. He stared at her large, round rear in shameful lust but knew deep down that it was no longer for him. Her panties, lacy and purple like her bra, had slipped partly between her cheeks.



She righted herself and pulled the panties out and around her fleshy rear. Then she looked back at her husband to grin. “I’m really very sorry for teasing you, darling. I know it’s sad to think that you will never be able to touch me again, but I still hope you enjoy the view. From what I gather it should be rather nice.”



“Let me be the judge of that,” Jack said, and Mrs. Pratt turned her back to him and bent once more. Now her large breasts swayed before her husband while she gave her master an up-close view of her delicious ass.



Jack squeezed and swatted at her rear before yanking her panties down. Juices caused the crotch to cling wetly to her pussy. Once her lower half was naked Jack slid a single finger into her vulva. He paced it slowly, taking time to sink it in to the knuckle.



“Oh…,” she gasped. Just that lone finger felt better than her husband’s full dick.



Jack squeezed and shook her ass a bit more before spanking her one last time and withdrawing his finger. “Well, it’s official, you do have one hell of an ass.”



“Thank you, master, I’m glad that it is Jack tested and approved,” she teased.



Jack grinned and slipped his already hard godhood out. Grabbing her by the hips, he pulled her back and slipped inside of her immediately. She grasped while stretching around his divine girth, and the big, lustful smile on her face grew wider with each inch.

“Oh…You’re inside of me, fucking me, in front of my husband.”



Jack squeezed her ass and started pulling her along his cock. She moved her hips, meeting his slow movements enthusiastically. “Actually, it looks more like you’re fucking me.” He took her hips against and started setting the pace, fucking her relentlessly and brutally. “This would be me fucking you.”



Mrs. Pratt climaxed only seconds later. She nearly fell forward into her husband’s lap, but she braced herself against the nearby desk. “Oh, I’m coming. I’m coming….” She looked into her husband’s eyes. “Look at him, darling! Isn’t he beautiful! He’s fucking me, he’s fucking me senseless in front of you with no shame, no restraint! Look at how he owns me and uses me and—I’m coming again!”



Mrs. Pratt’s stare was somewhere between awe and resignation. “Yes, darling, I see it,” he said. His pants were tented. The sight clearly aroused him even as it broke his heart. He looked away from his wife’s rapture-warped face and her swaying breasts and turned his gaze to the locomotive beauty of Jack. Their met eyes.



Pink mist circled and consumed Mr. Pratt. Everything faded away, and he found himself falling. Reality was pulled out from beneath him or had dissolved into air.



Jack watched the old man’s eyes fog over. He smacked Mrs. Pratt’s ass. “Your husband isn’t even putting up a fight. He already knew when we got here. He probably knew from the very start: you’re mine!”



“Yes! Yes, master! I am yours! And you are my…my god!”



They rocked into each other. Each movement brought them deep, reality warping pleasure. Mrs. Pratt shook with the force of his thrusts. She was no longer coherent, as her mind collapsed and faded in the fine, pink mist that had taken her husband. Her brilliance eroded and turned to pure passion.



Her breasts wobbled free from her tight bra. Her husband returned to this image: his beautiful, brilliant wife turned wanton. Her hair was a mess. Her mouth hung open. Her eyes were rolled back. Her breasts had fallen free and were swaying hypnotically beneath her, with her nipples swollen with arousal. He saw this and watched impotently as it continued.



Jack’s presence was everywhere. He was inside of Mr. Pratt just as he was inside of his wife. It was then that Mr. Pratt truly accepted it. He loved his wife, and he always would. She was a beautiful woman, normally very classy, too, and she deserved the best. Jack, clearly, was the best, and so she deserved him just as he deserved her.



Jack reached forward and unsnapped Mrs. Pratt’s bra, which slid smoothly down her arms and fell to the floor. Now her breasts moved freely, unhindered by the flimsy lace that had once struggled to contain them, and they bounced heavily as Jack grabbed at her arms and fucked her even more roughly than before.



Mr. Pratt was astonished, transfixed by the sight. His wife was now standing straighter, with her body bent upward. By the look on her face he could tell she was still lost in otherworldly pleasure, but now Jack was truly using her.



Suddenly Jack released her. She fell forward and caught herself on the desk while he withdrew from her. He was absolutely enormous, larger than Mr. Pratt thought possible, and his cock gleamed. He wasted no time in taking Mrs. Pratt by the waist and leading her about.



“Mr. Pratt, I want you to tell me how that made you felt.”



Mr. Pratt watched blankly as Jack bent his wife over another desk and started to finger her. She lifted one leg and rested it on the desk to grant him greater access. Jack slid his enormous cock along her backside.



“It was-is-beautiful,” Mr. Pratt said after some consideration.



Mrs. Pratt swiveled against Jack’s hand, which was three fingers in. Those three fingers couldn’t compare to his mythic girth, but his every touch was still euphoric.



“And what you see right now, what do you think of this?”



“It is…natural,” Mr. Pratt said.



“Natural? Explain,” Jack said while ramming his fingers in knuckle-deep. Mrs. Pratt yelped and sat up to toy with her own breasts. She twisted and sucked on her own nipples as waves of pleasure washed away the shores of her mind. By this point she was little more than a fuck toy.



“It is…My wife is submitting to the superior male, to you. I could never begin to compare. I could never hope to even compete. You are beyond mortal standards. You are a god. You are her god.”



“That’s right, I am your wife’s god. I won her, all of her, but I am not here to tear a marriage apart. So, I want your permission. I want you to give your wife to me.”



“Isn’t it late for that? Didn’t you already take her?”



“Yes, I did, and this is little more than a formality. Still, traditions are traditions, and I think you should at least willingly hand this slut off to me.” Jack wriggled his three fingers inside of her. “I think if you did that it would make her very happy. Wouldn’t it, Mrs. Pratt?”



“Yes,” Mrs. Pratt purred. “Tell him what he wants to hear, Walter. Tell him that I am his. That my pussy, my soul, my body, my mind, tell him that all of it is his. Tell him that you approve!”



The old couple locked eyes, and Mr. Pratt truly saw his wife for the first time. She was a slut lost in her desperate need for a better man, for a god. Jack was less than half her age, and yet she was bent over a desk for him, writhing against his fingers with confidence and without shame.



Mr. Pratt blinked and cleared his throat. “If you insist then…I approve of it. I give her to you, Jack. My wife, my beautiful Evelyn, belongs to you. Use her however you like.”



“Well, if you feel that way…” Jack slid his fingers from Mrs. Pratt’s pussy and rubbed the juices along her butthole. This caught his teacher off-guard but in no way repulsed her.



Jack grabbed her hips and lined up. Rather than piercing her pussy, Jack went a bit higher. The feel of his enormous crown pressing against her tiny ass brought trepidation, but Mrs. Pratt gritted through the initial pain. Jack owned her and could take her however he liked. She was truly committed.



He went slow. Mrs. Pratt was surprisingly accommodating. She laid flat as she could on the desk and relaxed her body and lifted her ass up to give a better angle for her master’s godhood. Then she held and waited for the inevitable end to the pain.



Once Jack started riding her the pleasure came quickly. At first he fucked her ass with slow, deep thrusts. Then she started moving, meeting his thrusts with gyrations of her own. She shook her ass down his shaft and was rewarded with an orgasm. It was followed shortly by another.



She sat up on the desk and reached down to tease her pussy. Juices squirted onto the desk and ran down her leg as powerful waves of pleasure arched out from her ass and throughout her.



Already she worshipped him, but Jack became her every thought. He was perfection. He was absolute control. When he fucked her ass the very core of her being, the center of her light, collapsed and was bathed in glorious pink light. She became a part of Jack, an extension of him, and every touch became indescribable pleasure.



Her worship, love, and pleasure were all overwhelming. She had such a vast mind, and when she fully submitted to Jack and became his true slut in heart, mind, and soul, Jack could hardly contain the pleasure. His head lulled back, his eyes unfocused, and his cock swelled in her.



She kept moving her hips with impressive stamina. She slid up and down his enormous shaft with the ease of a natural born slut. After what Jack did to and for her Mrs. Pratt knew that is what she was. Being a cum slut came to her more easily than being a scholar, which was her previous calling.



The pleasure in the room surged out of control. It filled their minds and threatened to drown him. Mr. Pratt crested from simply watching, staining both his underwear and pants and maintaining erection even after.



On the desk, Mrs. Pratt shouted incoherent praises in between squeals of delight. “Fuck! Master! Fuck! Your beautiful cock is my pleasure! I am yours! Ass is yours! Fuck! Cum! Cum in me! Drown me! Dissolve me! Renew me! Slut! I’m your slut! No one else…No one else is real! You! You are existence! AH!”



Jack came and filled her with cleansing light. She fell forward onto the desk and rode out his pleasure. Sperm shot deep into her bowels, and she could feel each thick stream as it pumped into her. The heat of it spread through her, triggering a long series of powerful orgasms, and she sat there face down, her ass up, and she melted away.



When finished Jack slid his sticky cock from her ass and staggered back. Sperm trickled down his swinging cock and pooled on the floor beneath his feet. Mr. Pratt caught him from behind and steadied him, and both stared at Mrs. Pratt on the desk.



“Well, would you look at that…”



Mrs. Pratt still had her ass angled up. Cum oozed from her stretched bottom. It ran down her worn pussy and dripped onto the desk below. Even Jack was impressed by how much he had stuffed into her.



Jack looked at Mr. Pratt, who stared in equal awe. “And that…,” Jack said, nodding to Mr. Pratt’s stained crotch. “Impressive for a normal man,” he said through some laughter.



Mrs. Pratt slowly came down from her high and, in the process, just as slowly crawled from the desk. She gave a soft, melodic laugh and rested against the desk legs. She was so thoroughly fucked that movement was hard on her. She was also very tired and contented. Yet when Jack took her by the hair and pulled her toward his dirty cock she felt invigorated.



“What did I tell you,” Jack asked while she cleaned him. “I aimed to give a good show, and I think I gave one.”



She purred an affirmative.



When his cock was clean Jack pulled his pants on and walked over to Mr. Pratt, who was now staring blankly at them. Mr. Pratt didn’t know who he was without a wife, and it was only right that Jack fix him.



Kneeling down, Jack looked him in the eye. “Mr. Pratt, listen. I know that everything is changing, and that you may be confused about your place in this new world your wife has found. So, let me speak plainly: you are mine. Give yourself to me as a follower, just like your wife, and you will once again have purpose.”



“…What purpose?”



“You will continue to be married to her, and you will live for her. You will pamper her, care for her, and keep her ready for me. Really, your relationship won’t change much, save for the fact that she fucks me, and that should make you happy.”



Mr. Pratt hollow gaze gained some life. He smiled weakly and said, “Thank you…It does make me happy that she found you. And thank you for choosing her.” Though it hurt to say, Mr. Pratt meant it.



“You’re very welcome,” Jack said, and he kissed Mr. Pratt’s forehead. Energy surged between them. Jack rode the pathways of Mr. Pratt’s brain. He was once a proud, loving father and devoted husband, a kind, simple man who was contented in his old age. This image distorted like a puddle, and then Mr. Pratt was wiped-clean and renewed under Jack’s care.



Jack stood. “You’ll need to take care of her. She’s leaking everywhere.”



“Of course, master, and thank you for fucking her ass. She is shining so brilliantly now.”



“Oh, it was my pleasure,” Jack said cheekily while leaving. He hesitated at the door and watched the two of them. Their relationship was still new and fresh, but Jack could see the way Mr. Pratt loved his wife and trusted the old man to care for her.



He left the offices for his final meeting of the day: Mrs. Mueller.



Jack skipped his class with Mrs. Mueller to grab a quick lunch with Ambrosine and rest his cock. After their meal Jack went for a quick shower, cleaning himself after having ravaged Mrs. Pratt’s ass ruthlessly.



Once cleaned, dried, and dressed, Jack went straight to Mrs. Mueller’s office and met her there. She greeted him with a big smile at the door and nearly toppled him with a hug before bowing. “Oh, master! Thank you for coming by. When I didn’t see you in class my heart sunk to the bottom of my chest.”



Jack grinned and helped her to standing. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll just have to shove it back into place with my cock.”



“Well, I like the sound of that.” Jack took her hand and placed it against his crotch. She cupped him. “Why don’t you come into my office so we can start with a nice, long blowjob?”



“You would rather blow me to start? You must really love to suck my cock.”



“I do,” she whispered while leaning in and kissing him. Her tongue slithered into his mouth. She tasted of strawberries and alcohol, and when she broke the kiss Jack could see lust fogging her eyes. “I love sucking that big, beautiful cock of yours. I love choking on it and swallowing your seed. After blowing you the other day I went home and my husband asked why my lips looked so puffy, and all I could do is laugh because if I told him the truth he would just die.”



She rubbed his cock firmly through his pants and when he swelled she smiled. With her free hand she grabbed at his pants and tried to yank him into the office. “So, please, come in here so I can eat your cum, master!”



“Oh, you’ll get a mouthful and then some, but…” Jack stepped back and removed her hands. Rather than go into the office Jack simply slipped his pants down and let his cock hang free. It was over halfway hard and already astonishingly large. Mrs. Mueller stared in shameless adoration, salivating. “Instead of your office I want you to suck me off out here.”



“Out here,” Mrs. Mueller said, gesturing to the hallway. A small pearl of pre-cum collected on the tip. It called out to her. She licked her lips.



“Yes, right here and right now,” Jack said. He reached out and pulled her forward by the hair. She kneeled and grabbed his cock on instinct. Already her fingers couldn’t meet around him. “There’s a good girl, serving her god however he asks. Now, worship me!”



Holding his cock, she gave a quick, cautionary glance up into his dark, confident eyes, and then she smiled. “Yes, master, it will be my greatest pleasure.”



First, Mrs. Mueller licked up that hypnotic little droplet of cum. Then she shivered and swallowed his shaft with one smooth swipe. His scent and heat confused her and filled her with brilliant light. It was easier to take him since he was still limp, but she also couldn’t go too deep. Jack was at least a foot long even then.



Rigidity came to him quickly, and soon she was gagging on less than a fourth of thick cock meat. She struggled to take him, moving in slow, deliberate movements and running her tongue along every inch of flesh she could touch.



Jack let out a deep groan and cupped her head. He took control, pulling her up and down his shaft and fucking her mouth. She relaxed her body into his command, letting him use her however he liked. Soon he was simply masturbating himself with her face.



He went into her throat, a first for him at full strength. She choked on him and pulled him deeper, reaming herself happily. The idea of stretching her throat was a great pleasure. Saliva ran down his cock and her neck. She used it to lubricate his shaft with both hands.



She couldn’t breathe around him. His scent was everywhere and inside of her. Her head went light. She wasn’t even halfway down on him, and that felt like a lifetime achievement. His size never ceased amazing her.



Jack released her, and she shot up like she was spring loaded. Spittle exploded everywhere when she fell from his cock, and she sat on the ground gasping for air. “You’re…amazing,” she told him while stroking his slippery cock. She sat up and took him in both hands. “You’re a god, a master of men and women alike. Your beauty is fable, a legend that shall reach every ear on Earth. Someday, master, you will own this world, and perhaps then your beauty and your power will be harnessed to its full potential. Perhaps then you can sail the stars, taking your myth with you. Perhaps you could transcend time and space and rule for all of history!”



Jack laughed and slapped her cheek once with his cock. “Waxing poetic while sucking me off…It’s not the first time I’ve heard such things, though you’re far more original than any other slut I’ve had so far.”



“Thank you, my master!”



She went back to sucking on him noisily and this time took him in her throat willingly. She paced herself, learning to breathing around him, as difficult as it was. Each downward bob made it easier, and soon she throat-fucked him without discomfort. She went down, gagging, and held that way.



“Don’t you two know any shame,” said Mrs. Ash from down the hall. Jack looked down the hall and found her standing at the door, her hand on her hips. She shook her head in disgust. “People come down this hall, you know. They’ll catch you, and you don’t even seem to care. I mean, look at her, she hasn’t even stopped sucking.”



Jack grinned. “That’s because she knows there are more important things than pride. Like worship to her one true god.” He looked into Mrs. Ash’s eyes, into her light, and read her. “But, you know that, too, don’t you?”



She hugged a notebook to her small chest. Despite her age she had the figure of a teen. “What are you talking about?”



Jack pulled his cock free from Mrs. Mueller’s mouth and turned on Mrs. Ash. He stroked his bloated godhood while staring into her light. Pink spread through her. “I mean that you should come and get a closer look, my slut in training.”



Mrs. Ash shivered when he called her a slut. His voice was entrancing. It drew her toward him. The entire time she stared at his huge cock, bloated and veiny. The tip gleamed red and the shaft shined wetly. Mrs. Ash couldn’t imagine taking so much and was envious of her coworker’s skill.



Jack released. Thick ropes of cum splashed across Mrs. Mueller’s face and filled her open mouth. She cupped her sweater-covered breasts and caught his cum as if in a chalice, and she clamped her mouth over his crown.



For her loyalty Mrs. Mueller was rewarded with her own orgasm. It was made more intense as sperm slid down her hungry throat. The heat of it spread through her, amplifying her pleasure with each mouthful.



Mrs. Ash shook in arousal. When Jack came she felt a pulse, like a shockwave of pleasure. The sight of him spewing so much cum was more than she could have hoped for. He was handsome, he was confident, and most of all, he was hung.



Normally Mrs. Ash found the word cock to be crass, but it suited Jack’s endowment perfectly. His size, both terrifying and bewitching, was too beautiful to look away from. It was too beautiful not to succumb to, not to be destroyed by.



Mrs. Mueller served as cautionary tale. She was a beautiful, lonely woman who willing gave herself to Jack. For him she became a slut and worshipped him like a god. She forsook her family, her husband, and acted as a tool for his pleasure.



Mrs. Ash envied her.



Jack called to her suddenly. He was stroking his cock, depositing the last bit of cum on Mrs. Mueller’s extended tongue. His gaze was on Mrs. Ash, though, and she felt herself submit. “Mrs. Ash. Look at the mess I made. I think she could use a little help cleaning up, maybe a tongue.”



Mrs. Ash couldn’t resist. Somehow, she had refused to lick Mrs. Mueller clean that day, but she couldn’t resist any longer. She needed to taste Jack’s essence because if it tasted anything like it smelled then it was orgasm inducing.



Mrs. Mueller flipped her hair back and exposed her sticky neck as Mrs. Ash kneeled down. Delicately, Mrs. Ash traced her tongue along her coworker’s soft skin. Her first taste was tentative. Afterward she lost reservation and sucked on Mrs. Mueller’s neck with wanton hunger.



Behind Mrs. Ash Jack was lifting her hips and pulling her skirt over her ass. He slid her panties to the side and gently fingered her sopping pussy. Once she as ready he lined up and thrust forward.

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